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Her love

Chapter 6 - Day-by-day

Mondays have been always called the worst day of the week by most people. It reminded them that the long cycle of the week would start again and they would have to go back to their jobs.

For Carla, though, it was perfect.

Mondays were the days in which everyone would be busy because of work. It was the most busy day for people from all social layers - monsters or humans, rich or not - and that meant nobody she knew would be able to be seen outside of their jobs until at least 5 pm.

Nobody but Diana.

And that was the day of their meeting. The day which they spent inside of Dee’s old house. They talked, watched TV, cooked together and sometimes, when it was extremely needed, they both went shopping for groceries in a market nearby.

There were days in which both Diana and Carla were content. In these days, they spent most of the time talking about some news they had from their respective lives as they watered the plants and then cooked together - what would usually end up in both of them covered in flour or whatever they were using to cook.

There were bad days, too. In her bad days, Carla would be very sarcastic and would hold Diana at arms length, but eventually she would admit the past day was awful and clung onto the other. Diana usually dealt with this situation by baking cookies for her and cuddling under a blanket while gossiping about things that happened in town.

In Diana’s bad days, though…

Well, let’s say that there existed two kinds of bad days: the bad days and the very bad days.

The bad days were almost unnoticeable. Diana really was good at putting on a happy face when she was upset about something, but Carla wouldn’t take too long to discover the real emotions of the other.

In those days, Carla liked to ask her about the plants in her partner’s house and their uses - both knew it was just a distraction, but it worked. And besides that, there was the TV. For some reason, Dee liked the channel that basically only showed documentaries about milk farms growing around the city they lived.

In the very bad days, though, there was no pep talk about plants or cute cows on TV that would make Diana cheer up. Those days, she would not be able to even pretend she was content - she would be oddly quiet and it wouldn’t take much for her to break down.

And her mood wouldn’t get much better for the rest of the day - those were days in which she would just… let everything she was holding back come out, and Carla respected them as much as she could. The thing that seemed to work best was making her chamomile tea, wrapping her around a blanket and just… hug it out.

She couldn’t say those methods made her partner 100% OK, but she could tell it made her feel better.

To see the tranquilized smile in her partner’s face as they cuddled after a bad day, it was the most heartwarming and addictive drug in Carla’s personal opinion.

It made it all worth it.

…

Of course, there was an element called Harold in this situation.

Diana didn’t really like commenting about him, though sometimes she would admit she felt guilty about everything she was doing behind his back - and meanwhile Carla could understand why of that, she herself didn’t feel remorse at all - not after everything she had seen.

But both could agree that no one, especially him, could know about their relationship - Diana never explained why, but she said that his acknowledgement could bring bad consequences. She looked so distressed while saying it once that Carla just couldn’t press her about it.

In a society like the one they lived in, the human customs of the time were imposed over the monster’s. Two humans of same gender together would cause a scandal - people would point at them, and shame them publicly - so what were they, two monsters of same gender, would receive from a society in which monsters were considered inferior..?

…Harold wasn’t their main problem, Carla was sure.

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Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Cross (Carla) by jakei95

Fanfic based on zu-is-here's, junipers-insects' and iatetheglue's works

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Random Animal Generator - Perchance

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Someone on IG asked about what Swapdreamtale was about.

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stop engaging with terfs, its not helping. it has never helped. stop reblogging terf posts to poke fun at them, stop directly engaging in arguments with terfs for the sake of getting off some petty insult or telling them off, youre not proving anything and youre not going to change their minds. doing something to “piss off terfs” does not help trans women, it just frustrates terfs, who will then take their frustrations out on trans women. terfs might tell u off or insult u but ultimately they see u as a poor victim who has been Brainwashed By The Trans Rights Activists™, youre not a target, youre not the one who has to deal with their anger, we are.

if u want to help trans women do things to uplift and support trans women, if u see a trans women is being harassed on this site by terfs throw some positivity her way. dont rile up ppl who are attacking someone else just to earn radical discourse brownie points.

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Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter 19: Mały prezent jako podziękowanie!

Something poking his cheek was what tore Nightmare away from Morpheus’s arms. He blearily looked around while his senses came back to him one by one and then, only then, his sluggy mind figured out the offending object’s nature.

Dream’s foot.

His brother was asleep on a branch right above (which didn’t happen often but was not that unusual) and one of his legs was dandling right in front of his face.

“I would appreciate it if you put your toes elsewhere, dear brother…”, he whispered to the wind.

Dream grumbled in his sleep and, as if the words had somehow reached him, the leg was tucked away and he wiggled to get back comfy.

The guardian chuckled and looked at the sky.

Fiery red and purple were chasing the dark of the night already. Some light clouds were hanging out in a corner and very few stars were still in view.

The dawn was there.

He burrowed his fingers in the fresh grass and allowed his legs to stretch.

He slept well.

The day was quiet, the birds had yet to sing but a faint melody could be heard from the way the trees gently bent under the wind’s orders.

Nightmare stood up and gently ran his fingers over the wood, walking to the other side of the apple tree.

He glanced at the figure of the monster still sleeping, the face burrowed in his red scarf, for a second.

“I hope your dreams are nice.”

He didn’t dare raise his voice above a breath.

Nightmare sat again on the ground, his eyes glued on one particular part of his mother’s tree.

They didn’t take the time to decorate it again.

After the accident, none of them were in the mood for the task.

His hands brushed against a satchel tucked between two roots.

The smell of slightly old and dry flowers tickled his nasal bone as he poured part of the content's bag on the dirt.

He busied himself at the repetitive task that was removing the frayed petals from the bark’s hole to replace with fresher plants.

They were a bit torn up, fragile.

He continued to fill the damaged wood until the wound disappeared fully behind the colorful shield.

Better.

Usually, that activity was shared with other’s hands.

But Nightmare enjoyed the unusual quietness of doing it alone.

Things had been slightly tense for a while between the three and he didn’t dare propose to do something that would remind them of why exactly.

Not when they were finally back to living comfortably along with each other.

Geno’s silent anger calmed down.

Dream never asked what happened exactly and took his distances for a few.

Nightmare whistled to a bird that was jumping around nearby, nature was waking up now.

He didn't want to think about the fight.

So he focused on the last few days.

Dream brought back strawberries from the woods and they had been tasty.

Geno showed him a neat magic trick where you distract the person to put something in their pockets (or really, anywhere) without them noticing. He had been very bad at it but it had led to a hilarious war of putting the strangest things in each over belongings.

Dream won by putting a sleeping frog in the monster’s left pocket, he was surprisingly good at it. Neither of them noticed a thing before the animal was accidentally grabbed and let out a shrill alarm that startled them.

The frog was released, unharmed.

So, the days were back to normal.

Nobody bothered them again.

Things were peaceful.

The rising sun flashed a ray in his eye socket and he squinted against the light, idly observing the warm paths of light slowly filling the field.

It was thursday. The village market was probably going to open soon.

He never thanked Geno for the save last time. What of the one before that..?

Groaning, he sat up and circled back to the other side of the tree, being mindful of not waking the sleepers.

Nightmare, then, quietly walked down the hill.

It was market day, he should be able to find something.

Some kind of thank you gift?

Things had been so quiet.

Not many people came at the very beginning of the market, when people were still setting things up. He had at least half an hour before the usual crowd gathered. It should suffice for a quick outing.

And so, just like that, the guardian let go of his duty to find a surprise for their long-term guest.

As predicted, the place was still fairly quiet. Some merchants were doing small talks while they were setting up their wares. A lot of food and spices from faraway lands, rich unusual fabrics brought here by strangers and some other everyday knick-knacks were already decorating the tables.

Nightmare hummed quietly as he walked around, discreetly touching exposed clothes and taking in the nice smells.

Nobody really took notice of him, they had better do, and he relinquished the feeling.

He refocused on the task quickly, however, as he really wanted to avoid the big of the morning crowd. He observed the stalls, in search of some curiosities that would make an interesting present.

The search and the hushed sleepy conversations on his way drowned his thoughts in a comfy haze.

A child pointed at him and chuckled but he ignored that.

He felt great today, he won’t let anything bother him!

A shine made his eyes glanced in the direction of one street shop that was a little tucked out in a corner of the main street.

There!

Dashing across the place without a thought for the glistening fountain he ran next to, he soon reached the table and lost no time examining the exposed objects.

There are jewels and accessories, hour-glasses and stone figurines, music boxes and delicate papers…

An ornamented music box caught his attention, at first. It was wooden and decorated with precise paintings of nature and played a sad song once open. Dream would have loved it. But he was not shopping for him right now, so he put the box down and continued to examine the things.

After a while, he looked up to the merchant.

The tall man, covered in various jewels and unknown trinkets, raised a brow but stayed silent.

He got some money out of his pocket and put it on the table.

“Can you tell me what I can buy with that amount?”

The man took the gold and started counting.

Hopefully, he had enough for something, Nightmare didn’t have or need much money and what he handed was almost all he had at the moment.

“You can have anything that’s from that side”, the guy gestured to a corner, “the middle you can’t and those there you don’t have half what you’d need for it.”

“Thank you.”

Now with a smaller area to look into, Nightmare went back to his musings.

And, eventually, his eyes settled on a small ring. It had a black band, polished and shiny, and in the middle of it ran a line of some reddish stone. He picked it up carefully, and turned it around to observe it.

“The ring is made of black onyx and the colored line is sunstone.”

Startled by the unexpected comment, Nightmare nearly let go of the ring.

“It’s a nice ring, onyx gemstone like that is considered a strong protector from where I’m from. It’s associated with the night too.”

“And the sunstone?”

“Happiness and camaraderie, good health and love. It’s said to be connected to the heart -or soul I guess- and is a passionate and happy gemstone.”

Nightmare ran his finger along the curve and felt small etchings along the ring. Almost invisible to the eyes but somehow easy to distinguish from touch. A moon and stars on a side on the sunstone line. A long vine -or a snake? - on the other side.

“Are you sure it’s in my price range?”

The stranger grinned and nodded. He did not answer the query any other way but Nightmare was now sure of a thing: it was absolutely not in his price range.

But… if the merchant was truly ready to sell it for less than its worth, who was he to complain?

He scanned the other’s face for a moment, trying to spot any signs of ill-intention.

He didn’t find any.

So he bought the ring, thanked the sir and ran back the way he came.

“I HOPE THEY’LL LIKE IT!” shouted the man as he got away.

Strange guy.

Nightmare’s grip on the small gift bag was strong as he dashed in the street, tripping once or twice while avoiding the people who were starting to gather for the market. He hurried himself forward, on his little cloud, and ignored the stares and curious glances thrown on his way.

Soon, he was back at the tree, where Geno was still asleep.

Dream was awake, however.

Sitting on the branch he slept on, he greeted him with a smile, a wave and gestured to him to come sit with him.

The guardian complied and climbed to the sitting spot with an ease only years of climbing trees could give someone. Once sat, they started chatting in a low voice.

“Where did you go this early?”

“To the market. Did you sleep well?”

“I did, did you find something cool?”

“I did! Look at that!”

He proudly brandished the ring, holding it close to the other’s face. Dream didn’t make a move to pick it up but he awed all the same.

“It’s pretty indeed. Not really your usual colors…?”

“Oh, it’s not for me. I wanted to find something for Geno to…”

“To?”

“Well, to… thank him?”

Dream kicked his legs a few times in silence before adding anything.

“I wasn’t aware you’d have a need to thank him.”

“I do.”

“...”

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

His brother put his hand to his chin as if thinking hard.

“I’m sure he’ll do.”

“Dream, do you-”

“I’m going to leave now, see you later!”

Dream jumped down, perfectly rolling on the grass, before sprinting down the hill.

“...Dream.”

Once again, his twin left and Nightmare will wait for his return. Once again.

He hugged one of his knees up there as he watched the shrinking silhouette of the other, running away.

Geno didn’t wake up before the middle of the afternoon. And even then, he woke up slowly as if still half-trapped in sleepy-head-kingdom.

Nightmare didn’t mind much and let him take his time. He was nose-deep in a fascinating novel, waiting some more was something he could do.

Even fully there, the monster didn’t end up being very talkative. He still looked downward drowsy but not from tiredness sleep could fix.

The guardian resigned himself that it must be a bad day.

Maybe his present could shake him up some?

Glancing at Geno who was absent-mindely playing with blades of grass and studying insects, he wondered about the idea.

Should he wait for Dream to come back? His brother might only come home late depending on what tasks fell upon his path this time…

The spirit closed his book and put it beside him. His hand lifted, ready to call for attention, when…

When a tiny shape appeared down the hill, climbing up with energy.

His hand fell back on his lap.

Dream returned.

He purposefully ignored the part of him that was disappointed and waved in his direction.

Soon he was up.

Soon they sat down.

Soon Dream talked about his day.

He had trouble focusing on how a donkey ran awok in the middle of the town as he idly fidgeted with the pouch in his pocket.

“...that’s why I have a homemade cake. I’m cutting the cake, meanwhile Nightmare don’t you have something to say to Geno?”

“Uh?”

What.

Two faces looked at him, one eager one slightly tilted to the side. Curious? Confused?

“OH uh ahh I mean uh-”

The words escaped him, bubbly light, as his eyes darted anywhere except in front of him, his arms closing himself to the world.

It was just so sudden!

“Agh uuuuuuuuuuh. You see? I! Uhowgh-”

He must have looked ridiculous, wiggling like that, spouting out gibberish like that…

Two hands gently reached for the sides of his head and he was forced to dive into a single white dot observing him.

“Shush, calm down for a second. You won’t get anything out like that.”

Nightmare felt his whole body temperature’s rise up for a second before he froze very still against the colder hands squishing his face.

“What’s apple isn’t an apple?”

“Wh-.”

“Pineapple.”

It was so unexpected, Nightmare’s mind forgot it was anxious and he just laughed his confusion out, ignoring Dream’s small voice asking them what was a pineapple.

“It was- It was so bad, I hope you know that!”, he finally managed to utter to Geno after a last wheeze.

“I guess I should apple-logize then.”

“Stop that.”

“It was apple-solutely my bad, sorry.”

Geno winked at him and he didn’t bother hiding a groan at the puns.

“So, you had something you wanted to say, apple guy?”

At the remark, Nightmare reminded himself of why exactly he landed in this particular situation. Removing his face from the other’s grip, he threw a discreet glare in Dream’s direction -the traitor was giggling at the bad taste jokes.

“Well, I have something to give you,” he rummaged through his pocket and held the gift bag in his extended arm, “to thank you for helping a couple of times”.

The skeleton looked at him with a wide eye socket, staring at the small bag then at him then the bag again ect…

Once this behavior subsided, he reached for the pouch, handling it with the same cautiousness one bearer of a glass rose would.

Nightmare watched him open the bag and take out the ring.

He watched him quietly turn it in the air, observing it and making the sun shine on the embossing.

The ring was slipped onto a pinky finger, snuggly lodged against a phalange.

“Thank you, it’s a beautiful ring, Nightmare…”

Geno scratched his neck with a hand. Was he embarrassed?

“I’m glad you like it, that’s all.”

Before he could continue talking -if he found something else to say- Dream, which existence he occulted for a moment, abruptly piped in.

“All of this is very cute, truly, but I have a question and I can’t just wait more to have the answer.”

Nightmare and Geno both startled and looked at him quizzically, annoyed but curious.

Once the attention was gathered, Dream put his hands, palm against palm, in front of his mouth and sighed.

“Nightmare, why do you only have one boot on?”

End of chapter 19... Go to chapter 20?

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Dear God this was just adorable I love thissssss 🥺💕

Palida's Day

The sky is blue, blue like the moon. It is salty too and she's unsure if the wind is soft or harsh. Her hands squeeze hard on fur as the surroundings shifted at an incredible speed. A laugh bubbles its way out of her non-existent throat and orange fireflies start to dance around. Her giggles are loud and clear and nature bursts into life with each vibration, growing with bright blasts of colors that end up covering the sky. Her loyal rabbit stops and she flies out of the saddle. A cloud catches her. A dizzying light envelops her, flashing rapidly from a dull red to vivid blue-green, each flicker sending subtle jolts along her spine.

Palida awoke with a bustling energy coursing through her every limbs. It was exhilarating.

She jumped down her bed like a spring and took a moment to twirl and jump with happy little shouts. It always helped to get some of the extra energy from the sleep out right after waking to avoid getting into situations like running into a wall trying to do anything. She giggled and flapped her hands, kicked her feet and just had fun being as loud as she could do without making someone scramble to her room in confused panic. Once her morning routine successfully finished, she could already feel her internal fire chill down a bit. Just what was needed to not get into troubles but not enough to feel sleepy too early in the day. She should be able to go all the way through to her afternoon nap without faltering this time! And her parents will tell her how proud they are of her and maybe she'll have two desserts instead of one! With that very thought sitting right in front of her mind, the young girl runned down the hallway. Direction the kitchen. She sangsung while trailing her hand along the wall, jumping above imaginary lines and dodging invisible dangers.

"Kitchen, kitchen, let's go to the kit-kit-kit-kitchen!"

The monster pushed the door open and stormed into the room, eager to start the day. She hopped on a chair and finally looked around to see who was up.

On the chair right across the table was sitting an owl, busy meticulously peeling off the skin of some tomatoes before eating them. That was the last visitor, Charley. Or was it Jone? Asturd? She just couldn't remember it right now and she couldn't care less. They were a very boring guy... They didn't even glance at Palida as she made her chair wobble in thoughts. Nobody else was in the kitchen yet. With a determined stare at the big clock over the oven, she determined it might be a bit too early for her dads.

Meaning!

She could eat whatever she wanted for breakfast!

Not wasting a minute, Palida jumped down on the floor tiles.

The action made the room swim for an instant before she readjusted herself. Aw, the sleeping rush was already ending... No more running around until she got something tasty in her belly she guessed.

Well, she just had to rummage through the closets for a second and she would bounce back for at least another half hour!The chair's feet made some unholy screech as she dragged it to the cupboard, making the visitor groan. There! Palida cautiously climbed back on it and stood on her tippy toes to reach her potential breakfast. Surprisingly, she did not fall during the adventure and the girl felt very smug about it. She really was getting better at this! Once the monster got her hands on her favorite cereals, some really sugary things shaped like carrots, she scurried right back to the table and wasted no time plunging her hand into the box with all the attention to scarf down the food the fastest possible.

"Pali, what did we say about eating right out of the box?"

The girl gulped down what was in her mouth before turning towards the new adult in the room, who was currently leaning on the door frame. Wearing a louse black shirt and a lopsided crown.

"To... not do it?"

Palida answered her papa hesitantly, scrunching her memory trying to remember the exact phrasing of the advice she heard almost every morning.

Dream sighed and yawned once before approaching the cereal mess on the table. He softly brushed his hand against his daughter's cheek, making her look at him.

"Yes and to clean after if you inevitably end up doing it again."

"I was going to!", the girl lied easily, not even trying to look shameful about the endeavor.

"Sure, you were."

Dream crossed his arms, his only functioning eye light staring at his child, a slight grin making the expression softer. Palida watched her papa slowly retreat in the corridor and swiftly come back with a hand hidden behind his back, her head tilting in confusion. What was he holding onto now?

"Now guess who got out all clean and fresh from the laundry washer?"

Red and beige fabric, floppy ears above a limp cloth like body.

"Bunby!"

"Oh, is that its name today?"

Palida ignored the question and jumped on her beloved rabbit plush she reluctantly let go of yesterday after a jam accident. She squeezed it in her arms, letting the smell of clean fabric rubbed against her nasal bone. She stayed that way as her papa swiftly picked her up and busied himself cleaning her food mess, content to just cuddle up there silently.

After the table (and floor) was clean again and some conversation went over her head between her papa and the guest, she stretched up to pat her hand against the adult cheek.

"Yes my light?", he answered after some frustrating long seconds, glancing at her.

"Is Popy still on bed?"

"In bed, lil' star. And yes, I do believe so. Should we...?"

The girl giggled and nodded vigorously. They should!

They made their way quietly towards the biggest bedroom of the house, barely glancing back when a soft sound and a squick told them their current guest had finally left this plane.

The door creaked despite their best attempt at staying discreet.

Warm room. King sized bed. A shape hiding under a fuzzy blanket, curled around a pillow.

Palida stared at her papa. He stared back for a minute before grinning.

And just like that, she was launched like a canon-ball on her still asleep father. Action that allowed a loud screech of surprise out of the victim and a loud fit of laugh out of the victorious warrior.

Cross, now fully awake, looked at the bundle of energy sitting on his chest with a quirked brow.

"Pal, pumpkin, are you obligated to wake me up like that, everyday?"

She knew that despite his words, her popy was not mad. Mostly because he was half grinning (and that was not a mad grin! She was really good at noticing those!) and his hand was softly brushing the top of her skull. So she just giggled and went for what would be the funniest.

She pointed at her other parent, leaning on the far wall and took her most innocent voice.

"Papa idea!"

"Oh so that's what it is? Dream was the real culprit this whole time?"

The "culprit" barely had a second to widen his eyes and even less to attempt a desperate dash towards the exit before a cushion violently hit his chest and made him awkwardly stumble backward.

Palida shrieked in delight watching the pillow fight start between the two. Laughters filled the room as various soft weapons flew in the air. She bounced on a corner of the king sized bed, clapping her small hands.

That was so fun!

The world exploded into tiny little shards of light and darkness. Pain erupted from her face and soon her back collided with the floor. She had tumbled down the bed after an accidental pillow hit her square. For a second the air felt still, no one in the room dared moving.

Then a wail resounded, loud and clear, escaping from the girl's mouth as her whole body shook. It was all it took to make the adults scramble to her side, whispering sweet comfort and apologies and promising treats.

Her nasal bone hurted and her back was on fire! What were they talking about stuff being "fine"? She was literally dying! She tried to muse her thoughts aloud but she could only get out pitiful and retched sobs making her body feel all fuzzy and twitchy.

Strong arms picked her up, rocking her gently and hummed words made their way through her mind. A song she knew well wormed its way through the pain.

"Hey there firefly, what's going in your mind? Hey there firefly, why is your light snuffed out?

The night is dark and my fingers are frozen...

Will you warm me up, dear firefly?

Will you light my path, dear firefly?

Will you hug my heart, dear firefly?

Hey there firefly, what's going in your mind? Hey there firefly, why is your light snuffed out?

If you're tired, I'll bring you to bed, dear firefly!

If you're sick, I'll take care of you, dear firefly!

If you're sad, I'll hold you close, dear firefly!

So please stick around firefly...

Lay your head in my arms...

And... take a nap with me..."

Words started blurring at the end, exhaustion spreading through the small monster limbs and soon everything gently turned to black.

"She fell asleep."

Cross examined his daughter's face, lingering on a small scratch on her nasal bone. His partner leaned against him, sighing. He delicately put their child in his husband's arms to let him fuss for a minute. Once they were sure no real damage was done, they decided to tuck her into their bed to let her nap in peace. The red light pulsating under her bones indicated she was in "low battery" mode. Cross grinned as he knew how much Dream loathed when he used that to describe her state.

A cat, a cat is lapping from the water in her hands. It pours out of her hands. Onto her lap. Onto the floor. It makes a pool. Shimmering like jewels. It is dark. Black. Dark. Wet. She doesn't like it. Her movements are snailish. Light. Sudden. Disappear. Appears. Dissed a pear. Black again. Again. Again. Again.

Palida woke up for the second time of the day. But this time she wasn't as energized as she should after a good sleep. The child groaned and turned around, wiggling like a crazy little worm. She finally peeled open her eyes, only to marvel that she was laying in her parents' bed! The big bouncy bed! She didn't jump on it however, simply tapping her hand on it appreciating the texture of the mattress.

Glancing around, she narrowed her eyes at a pillow lying on the ground. Meanie.

Palida rolled until she sat on the side of the bed, tugging a light sheet on her shoulders as she carefully set her foot on the ground.

Now.

What to do?

Where was everybody, she mused.

Humming and huffing, she strolled towards the corridor in quest of some living beings that left her all alone. Then she noticed a smell. A food smell! And run right to the kitchen. Before stopping and running right back into the bedroom, grabbing her plush then she trotted back through the corridor.

The sheet fell at one point and would lay on the ground for a while.

"POPY! PAPA! WHAT'S COOKING?"

She burst into the room, her arms already up to be grabbed.

And grabbed she was, picked up and put in her chair in front of a plate of food.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty, are you feeling better? We're sorry for the flying cushion."

Cross was promptly ignored as the child marveled at what was seating on her plate. A steak shaped like a kitten and yellow beans.

"KITTY MEAT!"

Maybe the others continued to talk but she couldn't care less with how busy she quickly became trying to cut her steak. One ear. Then the other. The head. The paws. The tail was the funniest part! Worm. And whatever the rest was. She attempted to eat the beans, one by one, but they kept fleeing so she just grabbed them with her bare hands when she thought nobody was watching.

Palida was smart like that.

She jumped out of her seat before getting any dessert. Something was ringing and she had to figure out what was ringing exactly.

Nobody shouted after her to come back so she figured it must be fine.

Now the ringing.

Back to the corridor.

She already heard that ringing before.

Palida checked the bathroom.

No ringy here.

She checked the big mystery closet (because it was so big inside) of the living room.

Not there.

What did that ringing mean anyway?

It was not the oven ring.

It was not the fridge nor the washing machine.

What was it again?

Palida turned to her plush and stared into his fabricated eyes, to see if the answer was hidden there.

It was not.

She readjusted its hat and continued hunting for the treasure noise.

It was important.

It meant something important.

The child ended up in her room, glancing around, smiling at her various toys laying around.

It must have been here, she looked everywhere else.

At the end, her eyes stopped on the high shelf who held stuff she didn't have the right to play all the time with but were still very much hers.

She could see a bit of red from a device from her position (standing up on her bed).

...

THE FRIEND PHONE!

Knowing there was no way to get to it without help (believe her, she tried before), the small skeleton rushed back to the kitchen where her parents were cleaning the dishes and doing other boring adult things.

She all but bolted, launching herself to her papa's back, giggling and screeching.

They asked her what was up and she gleefully explained with all the strength she could muster at the moment.

"THEPHONEFRIENDISRINGINGPLEASEHELPMEICANTREACHIWANTTOIWANTTOWHATIFTHEYHANGUPQUICKQUICK-"

Seeing her magnificent try to explain fast was only provoking (very funny) faces of confusion on the two, she changed her plan and grabbed their hands to drag them where they needed to be. Right now.

Once that task achieved (all by herself, they did not follow, she had to drag them!), Palida pointed to the shelf and exclaimed with all the will of a master ordering its pet around:

"Bring me the phone."

They stared at her for a minute then at each other as if debating about something (nothing more important than bringing down the phone, she was sure of it).

Finally, her papa chuckled softly and reached for her treasure.

It was still ringing.

She answered the instant the object reached her eager hands.

"HELLO HELLO DO YOU HEAR ME?"

A chorus of voices answered, all mixing so horribly it was impossible to understand a thing.

The girl did not let go of the red engine however.

One last shout rang before a voice louder than the overs quieted the rest.

"Come on, kids, we talked about it... One at a time."

"LINTY!"

Palida had no struggle recognizing her older friend's voice and yelled her name excitedly.

"Hey, lil' star, it's been a while. I hope you're doing well! And your parents too."

Her parents exchanged a few greetings with their former guest and now the long distance friend of her daughter before said girl could continue the conversation.

"I'm dooing good! Popy sent me a cushion straight in the face and I didn't even cry!"

Her dad looked amused at the lie but didn't comment.

"Oh that's my warrior! I'm sure-"

A mix of voices stopped her a second.

"Palida, girl, you can tell me all your adventures later but the kids and I, we have something we need to tell you before. Can you turn on the video feed for me? It's the bottom button, the yellow one."

Her papa reached over her shoulder to point at the button and the child pushed it. A fuzzy image slowly appeared on the device and, squinting, Palida could make out the figures of maybe all of the children of Lint's orphanage, the adult holding the friend phone high.

The video shook a bit but got clear fast.

She didn't know all the kids' faces but she recognized some in the front row.

Abigail and Giren. Ebony. Lili in the chair on the right side. The selkie monster she liked but always forgot the name. Tuna maybe? Solky the fire chicken that claimed he was a phoenix. Even Dalty grumpy is there, frowning slightly less than usual.

Most of them seemed very excited about something.

Were they wearing party hats?

"Are you ready kids? At the count of three like we practiced!"

What?

"1"

Palida looked, confused, as the youngest wiggled around impatiently.

"2, Tody, I see you, get that flamethrower away."

What was happening?

"3!"

And at that moment, many sparkles appeared around the group. Magic was thrown, strings of water, fire and various magic bullets made the image crinkled and blurred.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PALIDA!"

The whole thing is joyful, chaotic and she swore the boy Lint called "Tody" did not put that flamethrower away.

But Palida stayed stuck as the shouted words wormed their way into her mind.

The girl turned around to face her parents and spluttered the beginning of the question, searching for the answer in their eyes.

"Is it really...?"

And they both smiled at her.

"Yes, it is your birthday, firefly."

That day promised to be great!

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Dream belongs to jokublog, Shattered!Dream by galacii-gallery and post!dc!Dream is based on @zu-is-here's story Cross belongs to jakei95

My girl birthday was on the 19th but I forgor 💀

#Palida's Day #post dark cream shipkid #lockedverse #also i feel your pain #the only birthday i remember is ursulas #and thats it lmao #Palida

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