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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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What a Beautiful Wedding Ch. 6: The Wings of the Antarctic Empire

Summary: Tommy is desperate to convince Phil and Techno they’re in some kind of trap and he’d like to be taken seriously just once.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

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Channel 6

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Tommy found himself at the foot of the long, tall black stone staircase. Philza was looking down at him.

When he set his foot on the first step, Techno drew his sword and stepped in front of Phil. “I don’t think so.”

“Phil!” Tommy yelled up. “Yer[1] both in some kinda[2] illusion. Wake up.”

About five guards appeared from almost nowhere and aimed their arrows at him, Tommy recognized the pink of Niki’s hair among them. Techno took two steps down from the altar.

“Take ‘em ta the holdin’ room,”[3] Phil ordered, spreading his wings and he held the baby close to him as he flew off.

“Let’s go,” Techno ordered as he walked down the steps, Tommy found himself at the dangerous end of Techno’s sword. “Come on.”

Tommy held his hands up and turned, which resulted in Techno pushing Tommy forward.

“Don’t fuckin’[4] shove me!” Tommy shouted, but Techno and Niki lead them to the palace.

Tommy sat down in some uncomfortable chair as Techno and Niki stared at him. Ghostbur looked at Niki nervously.

“H-Hey,” Ghostbur smiled at Niki.

“Stay back,” Niki told him, bow and arrow pointed down, but not notched or ready to fire yet.

“The two of you are waiting until the old man gets back,” Techno told him.

“Techno, come on, man, you have ta[5] know this is Dream’s doin’[6],” Tommy groaned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’re not careful you will get yourself shot,” Techno warned.

The heavy doors of the room were pushed open and Phil walked in. The lack of snow or distance gave Tommy a good look at the man. Little things about Philza were different. His eye color for one. The Phil that Tommy had always known had blue eyes but now he had more of blue-green color. He was maybe an inch or two taller. Not any taller than the other people in the room but it was noticeable enough to Tommy. His blond hair had a slightly dustier tint to it.

Phil paused when he looked at Tommy. “Stand down.”

Niki took her arrow away from her bow, “If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a visitor like this,” Phil told them. “You two are from the future aren’tcha[7]?”

“Uh, yeah?” Tommy said. “We’re in an illusion. It’s Dream, he’s done somethin’[8].”

Philza just started staring at Ghostbur as a look of realization dawned on him. “I . . . Wilbur?”

“My name is Ghostbur,” Ghostbur corrected nervously, ducking behind Tommy a bit.

Niki seemed to recoil and Techno began slowly coming back to himself, clutching his head as he began grunting in pain and his knees crashed to the ground.

“Techno!” Phil rushed over.

“They’re too loud,” Techno grunted.

Tommy began stomping over, “What’s that green bastard doin’ ta yeh?”[9]

Phil used a wing to knock Tommy away before Techno was able to stab Tommy with a sword, his eyes a blood red and a frenzied look in his eyes.

“Tech, Tech, follow my voice, yeh[10] don’t need ta[5] fight here,” Phil told Techno as the warrior thrashed his head back and forth.

Niki inched closer and passed Phil a vial, he placed it under Techno’s nose and he began calming down.

“Thanks,” Phil said and inched closer. “Techno, yeh[10] need me ta[5] clear the room?”

“No, I,” Techno paused, swallowing. “I’ve got it.”

“What did that fucker do ta[5] you?” Tommy demanded. “It’s bad enough he’s got us trapped in here.”

“Dream’s not powerful enough for that,” Techno had a slight chuckle to his voice as he stood up.

“We still need ta[5] get out,” Tommy reminded him. “Tubbo an’[11] Ranboo are still trapped.”

Philza sighed, rather dramatically before he held his hand up and magic covered his hand before there was what felt like an earthquake and then a crash of some kind. Tommy, Shroud, and Ghostbur’s outfits changed into something that matched Phil and Techno’s. Tommy realized he was wearing a circlet, perched on his head and when he went to take it off to look at it he saw that it was studded with green and blue stones, and etched with perfect craftsmanship.

Tommy immediately rushed to the nearest window and saw at the foot of the palace, right outside the ground, an inn. And Tubbo stumbled out of it, looking around wildly. He was in an outfit that almost matched Tommy’s, but without the circlet and he was wearing thick gloves.

Ranboo followed after him, he was wearing a long purple cloak. But behind him, Michael was peeking his head out from behind Ranboo’s cloak.

Tommy immediately raced out of the palace, shoulding past guards and palace servants as he tried to get to Tubbo.

“Tubbo!” Tommy raced over but Tubbo glared at him, his false eye’s iris glowed with its radioactive symbol right before he punched Tommy in the gut.

“The fuck!” Tommy shouted angrily.

“I was safe!” Tubbo shouted in a fury. “Me an’[11] Ranboo an’[11] Michael were safe. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t do anythin’[12],” Tommy shouted back in anger.

“T-Tubbo,” Ranboo warned, and tried to hide Michael in his cloak.

Tubbo stopped and looked past Tommy to see, to his horror, that Techno was watching them as Michael peeked his head around Ranboo’s cape, holding his larger hand in his much smaller one.

Techno’s eyes narrowed and Tubbo moved, scooping Michael up and glaring at Techno.

“Stay back!” Tubbo ordered Techno with an angry snarl. “Get away!”

Techno looked between the three of them, Michael just staring at Techno with huge, wide dark eyes, the gears clearly starting to turn in his head.

The warrior took a step forward and Ranboo took a step forward. “Techno! Techno! Wait please, don’t hurt them.”

“Are you with them?” Techno demanded.

“I, uh,” Ranboo clearly had a look of panic on his face. “Yeah, but look I just want you to know—”

“I don’t care what you spend your time with but did it have to be with the government?” Techno spat at Ranboo.

“He’s my husband, of course I spend time with him,” Ranboo told him.

“Ehhh!” Techno sputtered. “When did you get married?!”

“Almost a year ago?” Ranboo asked.

“A year? Why am I just learning now?” Techno told him. “I’m like your mentor, I should have been the first person you told.”

“You don’t like Tubbo,” Ranboo reminded.

“Because he and Quackity tried to kill me with axes, why would I like the guy?” Techno snapped.

“Well, yeah, that makes sense,” Ranboo admitted.

“Take the kid, we’ll go inside to Phil,” Techno jabbed his thumb at the palace. “And don’t worry, not killin’[13] the kid. He’s Ranboo’s too after all, right?”

“Yeah,” Ranboo answered.

“Good,” Techno told him but Tubbo still glared at Techno suspiciously. He followed at the back of the group, always braced to dump Michael into Tommy’s arms and pull out the first weapon he could get his hands on.

He only marginally calmed down when he saw Phil and Techno started complaining to Phil about Ranboo, and then balked when he found out Philza was already aware of the boy.

The little meet-up was interrupted when Jack Manifold raced in, in uniform after getting pulled in from the bubble Tubbo and Ranboo had been trapped in.

“Emperor! Enemy soldiers were spotted at the gate!” Jack yelled, the trio of teens and Niki stared at Phil in surprise.

“Where from?” Phil called out.

“From the Errin Empire,” Jack reported. “They were dressed like they were in the royal guard. We were able to apprehend them.”

“Shit,” Phil spat. “I want three guards in front ‘a[14] the nursery. Ranboo, take Michael an’[11] go with them. Niki, make sure no one gets in.”

“O-Okay,” Ranboo stammered nervously, grabbing Michael, and standing in front of Tommy expectantly. It took Tommy a bit to realize he was quietly asking Tommy to take Shroud. Tommy nodded and passed him over, Shroud became very upset to leave Tommy’s arms.

“On it!” Niki pushed Ranboo after the soldiers the instant he had both young boys in his arms.

“Tommy, Tubbo, behind me,” Philza ordered.

“Hold up, why are you the Emperor, yer[1] an anarchist?” Tubbo asked.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Techno interrupted as Puffy, Jack, and a couple soldiers dragged Chase and Jackie in.

“That’s new,” Techno hummed.

“We spotted an enemy force, we think it’s Lord Phantom,” Puffy announced.

Jackie turned to look out the window, seeing a wall of darkness in the sky, coming for them. “Storm’s comin’[15] in,” Jackie commented.

“That’s the Entity,” Phil corrected.

“What? Dark?” Chase perked up, starting to try and twist himself out of the rope tying his wrists behind his back.

Puffy kicked him down, so that he was face-down on the ground and placed a foot on his wrists. “Not so fast, buddy.”

“Puffy, let him up,” Phil ordered, “cut ‘em[16] both from their bonds.”

“You sure?” Puffy asked, taking her foot off.

“Yes,” Phil ruffled out his wings. “Battle stations! Average, can you talk Ent down?”

“I think so?” Chase said, rubbing at his wrists as he wisely kept his distance from Phil. “I just need ta[5] reach him, I didn’t forget so I imagine he’s still good too.”

The storm reached them and Phil started to hear the screams.

“How’d they sneak up that quickly?!” Jack yelled.

“Because none ‘a[14] this is real,” Phil told him.

The door was thrown open and Phantom was standing there in royal purple. “Phil, Techno, long time no see. It’s just like old times.”

“So yer[1] awake, then,” Phil sighed.

“Where’s Dark?” Chase demanded.

Phantom motioned with his head back, “Dealing with the town.”

“Then move outta[17] the fookin’[4] way,” Chase snarled.

“Aww, he’s having fun out there,” Phantom smiled.

“Here I’d hoped he wouldn’t work with yeh[10] again, yeh[10] always have been a shite[18] friend,” Phil glared at him.

“Ehh, we were both standing on the cliff, and he wanted to blow off some steam,” Phantom shrugged. “You know empaths, they get a little needy when they’re emotional so I just let him go off.”

“Fook[19] off,” Chase spat at him. “Jackie!”

Jackie grabbed Chase and they blitzed past Phantom, who rolled his eyes.

“Don’t blame me when he starts getting snippy,” Phantom scoffed, bracing as he smiled at Phil and Techno. “Let’s tango, boys.”

As Phantom braced for a fight, Chase raced out into the storm.

“Dark!” Chase screamed over the whirlwind of snow. Chase was racing towards the darkest part of the storm. “Dark!”

The darkness seemed to evaporate and Dark had some soldier by the throat, when he looked at Chase he paused. “Chase?”

“There yeh[10] are,” Chase felt relief, walking over, a rumbling passing through the bubble as it began weakening from outside attacks. “We’re goin’ home. Yer okay. I’m takin’ yeh home an’ yeh can relax.”[20]

Dark blinked in disorientation, he felt drained. Phantom must have snagged some of his aura when he wasn’t looking, or the anomaly was taking more from him than he realized. “Yeah, I think that’s for the best.”

Chase was almost within arms reach and Dark realized his body needed a nap because it was getting harder to focus on things.

“Hey, yeh[10] look tired,” Chase smiled as Jackie noticed something shooting towards them, but because of the coloration of the smoke he thought it a part of Dark’s aura.

At least until it hit Chase.

Something stabbed Chase right through the heart and the marksman knew he should be dead. But he felt something in his very soul snap. Dark flinched, his eyes widening in horror.

Chase knew should be dead, the human heart was a fragile organ, but as he was tossed to the side, he felt weak and was losing blood but his heart was too stubborn to stop beating and blood was still coming from somewhere. As his soul cracked in two before snapping back together, good as new.

“Hey, Dames,” Marc spat as he grabbed Dark and pulled him closer. “Let’s try this again.”

“How dare you? What did you do?” Dark spat at Marc as he looked at Chase in horror. He was only slightly calmed when he saw Chase starting to try and pick himself up, glaring murderously at Marc. But the Actor burst into smoke and ripped a portal open, dragging Dark with him.

When the portal snapped closed, it destroyed the bubble with it. Barely a second’s warning as it shattered and violently dropped all its inhabitants onto the floor.

The bubble the Actor disappeared into snagged the Sanders bubble and seemed to violently tear it in half as it pulled it inside.

Phil screamed in agony as his bad wing returned and reminded the avian demon that he’d been grounded for years now.

“Phil!” Techno rushed over to him in concern.

Chase looked around, becoming furious when he couldn’t see Dark. “Fooker! That fooker! I’m gonna kill him.”[21]

“Average stop movin’[22]!” Jackie yelled and raced over. “Henrik! Chase needs attention, now!”

“Let me go!” Chase snapped at Jackie who was looking at him like Chase had flesh hanging off his bones. “I’m fine.”

“Yeh[10] were stabbed in the fookin’[4] heart! Stop movin’[22]!” Jackie yelled and that made people stare at Chase and Henrik who was at a brisk walk was now suddenly racing over as fast as he could. Marvin followed suit.

“Average! Lay down now!” Henrik yelled, forcing the marksman to a halt.

While the chaos of trying to get medical care and everyone just tried to figure out what was going on, Techno took a look around as Phil seemed to regain his strength and stood up.

“You okay?” Techno looked around as Ranboo was starting to get frantic.

“Where’s Tubbo?” Ranboo asked, an acute sense of panic growing within him. He scooped Michael and Shroud into his arms.

“He was right next ta[5] me, did that fucker grab him?” Tommy yelled as he looked around, his eyes locking onto Quackity who was just staring at Ranboo. Or more importantly, at Michael and Shroud, who were both crying. The screams only made Tommy even more agitated.

“What do you mean he’s just gone!” Ranboo yeled.

“Okay, give ‘em[16] here,” Philza swept in and just scooped the two toddlers into his arms, his aura soothing them and they stopped crying.

Techno took out his axe and walked closer to the remaining bubble that hadn’t been consumed by the Actor’s. His other hand summoned something that looked like a fishing pole with a small hand-sized grappling hook on the end of it and reeled it back before aiming it at the bubble and dragging it closer to him.

“Hey, let’s think about this,” Quackity urged.

But Techno slammed his axe into the bubble the instant he could and it cracked before shattering. Antfrost, George, Skeppy, and Bad all dropped to the ground but Dream rolled into a kneeling position and looked around. He almost stabbed Techno but the warrior easily used his weapons to deflect the blow.

“Hey man, chill out for five seconds, okay?” Techno chuckled.

Dream got up and looked around. He helped pull George up to his feet.

“Thanks, Techno,” Dream told him.

“That clear the books?” Techno smiled.

“Fuck no,” Dream chuckled. “You did that on your own, I didn’t ask you to do anything.”

“Ehh, it was worth a shot,” Techno shrugged, a smile still on his face.

Skeppy looked up from where he’d been laying on the ground next to Bad and when he looked up at Ponk he surged up.

“Give it,” Skeppy took the tome from Ponk, and checked it over. His eyes began to glow blue as parts of his skin began to crystallize. Magic fluttered around him. “Thank you, Ponk.”

“I was doing my best,” Ponk told him, emphatically throwing their arms up. “Took you long enough.”

“I was a bit busy,” Skeppy shot back.

Chase, once Henrik deemed him impossibly still alive and despite the blood he wasn’t dying, he looked up at the final bubble. Illinois gave Eric a kiss before he walked over to Chase.

“Actor’s up there?” Illinois glared at it.

“Yeah,” Chase said. “Fooker’s[23] a demon so snappin’[24] his neck’s so isn’t a crime.”

“Not a punishable one, and he’d only come back to life in a week,” Illinois agreed.

“Hey, the two of you are not going alone,” Silver said, in the middle of orchestrating ways to get people home. Dream ordering most of the Server group back home. Silver and Jackie quickly agreed to go with Chase and Illinois.

Philza was staring at Shroud before smiling at him. “I’ll take these two back home.”

“Deal,” Ranboo said without thinking, racing over to Chase. “Is Bomble okay in there?”

“We don’t know, but we’ll get him back home, the Sides seem to be in there as well,” Silver told him.

“No, I’m coming with,” Ranboo insisted. “I can open up a portal right into the bubble.”

“Count me in too,” Tommy rushed over.

“Absolutely not,” Silver told him.

“Let me rephrase that,” Tommy told Silver in his usual loud volume. “I am goin’[25] in there. With or without yer[26] fuckin’[4] permission.”

Silver sighed in frustration. “You two don’t take chances, and if you see Bomble, you two need to bail immediately.”

“Deal,” Ranboo spoke over Tommy and his eyes turned purple as he opened up a portal right over the group and took them right into the bubble.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. You’re

2. kind of

3. Take them to the holding room

4. fucking

5. to

6. doing

7. aren’t you

8. something

9. What’s that green bastard doing to you?

10. you

11. and

12. anything

13. killing

14. of

15. coming

16. them

17. out of

18. shit

19. Fuck

20. We’re going home. You’re okay. I’m taking you home and you can relax.

21. Fucker! That fucker! I’m going to kill him.

22. moving

23. Fucker’s

24. snapping

25. going

26. your

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galacticcfangirl · 4 years

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Welcome to the world // Thomas Shelby

Request: Tommy Shelby x reader, their married before the war and have been each other’s first everything, the reader is pregnant and her water breaks during a gala and the welcome the baby into the shelby family! -🥺💕

A/N: Thanks for your request, anon :p hope you like it!

Word count: 921

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You two have known each other your whole lives.

He defended you a lot of times when guys didn’t wanted you to play with them ‘cause you are girl.

You technically grew up with Polly, you had a second home with all of them, and they’ve always welcomed you like another member of the family.

At the beginning you didn’t like Thomas at all but everything changed when you turned 16.

Let’s say he didn’t look like a scrawny boy anymore and he was great with you and well, that was kinda obvious.

He was in love with you since he was 13.

You two were in Charlie’s Yard when you fell to the water and he rescued you. You were unconscious for a while and he was so scared of losing you.

When you woke up, he promised that he wouldn’t let something bad happen to you.

He was different with you. Of course, he was a great guy, smart, always laughing and making jokes but he treated you like this precious thing he had to protect.

It didn’t take him long to make you fell in love with him, he was always persistent but very discreet with his displays of attention to you, but at the end you fell.

Everything happened so fast for you too, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t meaningful.

Your first kiss was in the train station.

You had to left for a few weeks to visit your sister in London.

He wasn’t exactly happy, you’ve have never spent so much time away from each other.

So before you left, he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you with so much love and desperation.

you couldn’t wait to come back

You were 18 when you married in secret.

But, your parents thought that you too were too young to get married, actually, everybody thought the same thing.

That didn’t matter to you, and one day he told Arthur what you two did.

Let’s say, he wasn’t quiet about it and everybody found at.

At the beginning it wasn’t easy but, you were so in love that nobody else mattered.

Unlike what many people think, he was a virgin when you started dating, until the wedding night

He was so nervous, but that moment couldn’t be more perfect between kisses, laughs, moans and love.

But, the war started.

You took care of the betting shop with Polly and John’s kids. You are like a second mother to them

For so many nights you cried to fall sleep and pray for his safety.

The hardest time where when he came back.

Nightmares and sleepless night for you two, and for some moments you thought everything was over for you two.

He was different, and of course you understood that, he saw death and evilness, he was more violent, serious, and the guy who made you laugh every single dad wasn’t there anymore.

But he was so scared of losing you. He watched you sleep every night, so he could remember he was home again, with you.

The business was growing, he got more ambitious but he tried. He really did.

Thomas promised you he was going to be better for you, that the business and your relationship were two different things. That yeah, sometimes he had to be cold and make hard choices but you are the love of his life and he was going to respect that.

A lot of things changed between you, and since you were as separate as possible from the business, the relationship with Thomas was getting better.

Your house became a mansion, your clothes changed, but deep-down he was still your Tommy.

One day, you visited Polly when she started touching your breast.

“Poll? Wha-what the fuck?” “Stop whining and tell me since when you are not bleeding” “well, this time I beat you, I’m 4 months long” “You fucking child”

You kept it as a secret for some time. Thomas was under a lot of stress and you knew he was going to be unbearable.

And let’s be honest, your tits where growing a lot, and it wasn’t normal how big your belly was.

You were having twins.

Thomas wasn’t exactly happy at the beginning, as the control freak he is, he didn’t like you didn’t tell him. But he was over the moon after that.

You looked beautiful with your big belly and he couldn’t be more in love with you.

For the first time after so many years, he wasn’t your Tommy just in your bedroom, in the comfort of your home, he was back.

And as dramatic as the father, your kids are too since the day of their birth.

It was in a charity ball, of course it was.

You felt some contractions a few hours before but you ignored it.

But your water broke in the bar, while you talked to Arthur.

No one would’ve notice but Arthur was being too loud.

Again.

“Did you fookin’ pee?” “My water just broke” “FOOK! TOMMY!”

It was the most painful experience ever. But at least Thomas was by your side.He held your hand the whole time.

“You can do this precious” “Shut the fuck up Thomas!”

But when you heard you first kid cried, everything was worthy

Happiness don’t last forever and you had to push again.

After so many hours, you had one of your kids in your arms was Thomas held the other.

Two boys.

Benjamin and George, welcome to the world.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders

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aaalllice · 3 years

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Random night in Small Heath

idk if i ... maybe i should explain this ... it's like 3am and i just wanna hang out with the boys in peaky blinders world ... that's too much to ask ?

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imagine you just relax in a random night out with jonh finn micheal and isiah.

( I let you decide your life) (are you a peaky blinders? or just live you to Small Health nothing more? it’s up to you ))

Wearning : mention of rape on the reader , bad words, alcohol

the story is not at a previous moment in the series (just that Finn is a little older and Michael is already there)

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Anyway, you are friends with the youngest Peaky Blinders and except Isiah, they are all part of the Shelby family. You are not afraid for your life, you are more than well protected, you fear nothing or nobody, the feeling of invisibility makes you a bit arrogant.

Tonight is another night and like every night in Birmingham the bars and the streets are full. You and the guys love this atmosphere, being the kings of these streets and that nobody resists you, you love to hang out, drink, laugh, do bullshit ( like throwing firecrackers at people who are fucking in the street )

So it was a good night the whole gang was there, you were going to have fun, John was already very drunk, Michael was never really drunk, but he already had a glass of whiskey in his blood. Finn and Isiah had already had two beers before coming, so you were the only one with a dry throat so far. We had to fix it!

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I’m gonna go the first person -I-

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We’re all rushing to the Garrison, in addition to having free drinks, Arthur became the owner so an atmosphere of madness is guaranteed.

after a few drinks, I realized I was alone, the guys were gone, the traitors. I got up hard, I took a few steps before getting accosted by a bastard, 2 short minutes without the guys and here, and I get fucked up. The man looks at me as if I were a piece of meat, he starts touching my hip.

Okay, either I kick his ass or I ignore him and rush out to the door, I chose the second option, I feel too drunk to try anything (how many glasses I have to drink 5 or 6 can be 10), arrived at the door, the man pushes me out, I’m falling to the ground, damn it, I shouldn’t have drunk so much, I’m having trouble getting up, I shouldn’t have challenged John to box before yesterday, I still have bruises everywhere (of course he didn’t want to hit hard but I told him and that if I didn’t teach myself to hit I could never defend myself).

Before I was even standing I felt raised and pressed against a wall, the asshole is trying to take off my top, all right, this is the time to remember John’s moves, but as usual, I’m never really focused when I’m with the guys, fuck me!

Well, like anyone living in Birmingham I have a knife in my pocket, I push him as hard as I can, to get him off my neck, he pulls back a few inches, by the time I grab my knife, and in less than a second, I stick him in his left leg.

He throws a chilling scream in my back, pulls out the knife, and sends me back more violently than the first time, that’s when I realize what’s going on, I’m going to get raped. No, it’s not possible. I push it, I hit it hard. I’m too drunk and upset to succeed.

Call for help, we’re a Small Health, everyone’s too high to see what’s going on, I feel his teeth sticking my skin, I’m in so much pain, I push him harder. When suddenly I feel it gone, away from me, but not because of my blows but rather because of an external force.

I fall to my knees, caught my breath, and raised my head, I had come to my senses in a second, ready to hit that bastard, some movement I learned before yesterday came back to me in memory. but And there, just as I was about to get up, I saw the man’s body fall heavily to the ground.

what the fuck? ; I didn’t think I could put k.o someone just with my thoughts.

So, you might need another private boxing class ; said he has half in blood, and drunker than at the beginning of this evening.

Are you fooking kidding me? I thought I was going to die ; say I, with arrogance mixed with anguish (my honor was at stake, if I was seen weak it was over for me)

Ok ok come this way; he put his arm on my shoulder, I feel protected, it was comfortable

thanks, John-boy; he gave me his famous arrogant smile

I think I saw the boys on that street, let’s go; we started walking, still in the same position

Bloody hell, I thought I was gonna lose a tooth ; he touching his jaw

Would the great John Shelby have been afraid of losing ? ; with sarcasm

No never, he hesitated, maybe a little, I mean a little fear for you

he just said... no we’re just friends he’s worried because we’re friends nothing more but maybe.... no.... not John one of my best friends, no way,.....

I was going to answer when a big firecracker fell right on our feet, we are throwing to the side to avoid it, half surprised, we heard laughing. it was the boys, who try the new firecrackers to steal from the Lee family, Michael threw them on us.

we are looking at John before we laugh, we joined them running (John always with the bloody face) We threw 30 firecrackers that night, drank some more beer, and set fire to a nice car before returning to the Garrison, where everyone had gone, only Arthur who fucks a woman on the counter, He greeted us and told us to go fuck ourselves in passing.

We settle in the backroom, the youngest is asleep quickly. With John, we waited until Arthur left to close the garrison and return to the room at the back. I sat on a bench, ready to try to fall asleep. After what had happened to me, I had tried to forget, but nothing did, I begin to worry, what if the man came back? No, John, he took care of it, but what if it happened to me again? And if it was my fault, maybe I shouldn’t have come tonight. John comes to bed next to me (or rather on me if you want my opinion)

he looks at the ceiling,

It was a good night, don’t you think? I mean, after...

Shut up, I don’t want to think about it anymore

Oh yeah okay,......., you just want to feel my strong arms around you ; said he with a light laugh

I pretend to give him a slap

in fact, yes

I didn’t have time to add a word that he had already put his arms around my shoulders

good night darling

good night john-boy

and this is how normal nights end at Small Health, even if in my stomach something fly, drenched, explode, a strange feeling that I had not felt before, John and I had always been close but no more than with the others of our band. I always found John handsome nice and funny and caring but he was just my best friend that’s all, nothing more

But that night was almost like all the others, for once I fell asleep on something more comfortable than the sidewalk, stairs, or my bed.

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this is not what I wanted to write basic, I wanted to make a story short folds with more chill and more gangster atmosphere.

I don’t think to make a continuation but well if you wanted to tell me.

I mention a serious matter, that should not be taken lightly

ispiration song : freaks

High Enough

Love Is A Bitch

Wisky in Hell

#peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #john shelby #micheal shelly #finn shelby #birmingham #small heath #xredear #fanfic

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IM Swiftly Descending Dark, Chapter 6

Even before the spellcard had left Kohta’s fingers, Rumia was already turning to run. When the darkness of the night was swallowed up by a flash of light so bright that it banished the shadows and turned the black sky overhead blue, she had already started to accelerate into a run.

And then a wave of force and heat hit her from behind, nearly knocking her off her feet. Rumia stumbled, somehow managed to keep her balance, and used the momentum to give herself an extra push into a headlong sprint.

The white light cooled, to be replaced with a pulsing red. The forest behind them was on fire. As for the spiders, she could hear them shrieking. Rumia didn’t even have the wherewithal to take satisfaction in that and hope that all four were burning like torches. She just prayed that it would delay them long enough for her and her friends to get away.

Running through the webbed-up part of the woods was nearly impossible, and more than once her legs got snagged or something unseen slipped beneath her. At once point her shin hit a low sheet of webbing that was stretched across like a net. It swiped her legs right out from under her and she found herself pitching forward.

Before taking what undoubtedly would have been a fatal landing, a pair of arms grabbed her and hauled her back up. Gasping, Rumia jerked her head around to see Haruko holding onto to her.

The two girls stared at each other for half a second, and then a shrill howl of rage echoed through the forest.

“Run,” Haruko said. Rumia nodded and did just that.

Soon they had left the webs of the spiders’ domain and were fleeing through the rotting leaves of the forest proper. Rumia didn’t know if any of the other kids were even with her anymore. She could hear some of the others panting as they ran alongside her, but she couldn’t spare the time to see if they had all made it out.

No.

They didn’t.

You’re short one. You’ll always be short one.

Rumia gasped and increased her speed. As horrific as the image of Eiko’s butchered body was, it did make for a great motivator.

And then she heard the voice.

“Where yah goin’, me ‘ickle dumplings?” called a nauseatingly phlegmy voice. It was coming from somewhere behind them. “Yah can’t get away from Minty!”

The spiders were coming.

“Run,” Rumia muttered under her breath. “Run. Run. Run. Run.”

The word fell in time with the rhythm of her soles pounding the ground, and soon she forgot that she was even saying it. All that mattered was movement and speed. All that mattered was escape.

Something whizzed past her. Rumia started for a moment, certain that she had been caught, but it turned out to be Keine. The tiny girl was speeding ahead with Kana’s still unconscious body draped onto her back.

If she had the breath for it, Rumia would have laughed. Oh, of course Keine would be the fastest, despite having been knocked out by spider venom and having to bear the weight of another girl on her own! Sure, that was totally fair!

Keine was pulling further and further ahead, sometimes even leaping fully over especially deep piles of leaves while Rumia was forced to skirt around them. As odd as it sounded, Rumia was starting to wish she had been the one to be knocked out by spider venom, then she would be the one carried out and away.

Rumia skirted around yet another tree, and then another, and another. She tried to keep her focus on Keine’s back (or Kana’s, to be more accurate), but her friend was pulling further and further ahead, and Rumia was torn between rooting for her to run completely out of sight or screaming for her to wait for them. She wanted Keine to escape with Kana, yes, but she also didn’t want to be left behind!

She sidestepped yet another tree only to take a bad step and have her legs slip out from under her. She pitched forward and landed in a mess of rotting leaves.

Gasping, she tried to stand up, but as it turned out the leaves were

The monstrous youkai woman slowly looked from one terrified face to the next, her neck gliding back and forth like a snake. “Awww, did’ja tink yah could geddaway dat easy?” she said. “So sorry tah dassipoint, but yah is gonna be-”

Then something red and glowing zipped past Rumia’s vision to splash against the spider’s gaunt cheek, like a flying ember from a fire.

The spider paused in surprise. She touched her cheek, found no damage, and then turned her attention to the culprit.

Haruko was still sprawled onto her back, but her arm was outstretched and pointed right at the spider’s face, trembling as it was.

“Really?” the spider said, her multifaceted eyes narrowing. “Danmaku again? Fookin’ really?” She then made a small, almost casual gesture.

A spray of sickly green diamonds spewed out of her fingers to hail all over the children. Rumia covered herself with her arms, but they still stung her flesh where they hit.

Rumia had never actually been hit with danmaku before. It was supposed to be nonlethal and incapable of causing serious injury, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. She had always been kind of curious though, but none of the grown-ups had ever agreed hit her with even the smallest bullet.

Now she knew why.

It felt like getting assaulted by a swarm of enraged wasps. It felt like falling into a pit of needles. Dozens of tiny pinpricks of pain erupted all the backs of her hands and where they managed to cut through her clothes. She drew herself up to her full height, which was far, far, far too tall. “Jus’ fer dat, girlie, we gonna save yah fer last. But we ain’t gonna let you ‘ang in peace, oh no. Every time we eats one of yer friends, they’ll have one of yer fingers stuck in deir eyes as a garnish! And when we does gets to yah, we’ll be sure to split yah open nice an’ slow.” She started to advance on Haruko, who was now shaking all over. “Remember what we dids to yer ‘ickle friend? Oh, we’s gonna do so much worse to yah.”

Haruko tried to get up and run, but one of the spider’s arms came down right next to her. She went the other way, only for the other arm to cut her off.

The spider knocked her back to the ground with one casual swipe. She leaned in close, bringing her face in close so that Haruko had to stare her in the eyes. “‘Ell, mebbe I’ll ‘ave Andy ‘ave some fun wit’ yah. Make a proppa lady outta yah before we slice yah open.” Her black lips parted in a hellish grin, revealing her rows and rows of quivering teeth. “Or bedda yet, mebbe right afta we does the splittin’. Give ‘im more ‘oles tah-”

Haruko thrust her hand forward again and shot her right in her hideous eye.

“ARGH!” the spider stumbled back, both her hands clutching her face. “Me eye! Me fookin’ eye!”

“GO!” Keine screamed.

She didn’t need to say it twice. As the spider pitched this way and that, the children scrambled to their feet and ran.

The forest was already dark, and with her vision now blurred by tears, Rumia could barely see anything in front of her. But she kept running and running and running, because to slow even the smallest bit meant death.

She wasn’t nearly fast enough.

Something snared her leg and yanked her back. Screaming, Rumia clawed at the ground and came up with nothing but handfuls of cold, hard clay. She looked down and saw her right leg encased in a formless white mass, which was connected to a long, sticky rope. To either side of her, her friend were finding themselves in the same predicament.

The spider hadn’t chased them. She didn’t need to. She had merely snagged all of them with her webs and was now reeling them in like the hooked fish that they were.

“Niiiiiiiiiiice try,” she sneered, her wounded eye still shut tight. “But if yah tink fer one minute dat I’m gonna-”

Then she stopped in mid-sentence. And she looked around.

Rumia wiped her eyes with the back of her hand to get a better look. The spider had stopped reeling them in and was now frantically looking this way and that at her surroundings. What was more, she seemed quite alarmed.

“Oh, fook dis!” the spider cried as she hurled her weblines away. From there she took off on all fours, skittering like ancestors as fast as she could go, leaving her terrified and befuddled prey behind.

…

Putting out the fires caused by the little Human brat’s spellcard had ended up taking several minutes, and by the time that the Youkai Forest spider clan had managed to snuff the worst of it out, most of their home had been destroyed and their dinner had fled.

“Figgers,” Andy groused between vomiting great globs of webbing onto any burning patches. “Jus’ figgers, now don’ it? Too good tah be true!”

“I tol’ yah,” Muffet snapped at him. She spat a gooey white wad at what little remained of her chair, choking out the rest of the embers. “I tol’ yah all it be a dumb idea! Only lead tah trubble, I said.” She turned her head toward Edna, who had been the primary organizer behind the plan. “But did yah listen? Fookin’ nooooooooooooo!”

“Shut yer gob!” Edna sneered.

“Oi, mates, let’s jus’ do what dah creepy Hummin sez an’ waltz right intah a buncho Hummins in Hummin land an’ take off wit some o’ dey spawn! Idda be eazy, yah said!”

“I said shuttit!”

“Dere’s no way dey find us, yah said! We gets paid an’ we gets eazy food!”

“Shut! Yer! Damn! Web hole!”

“Now likkit dis place!” Edna shouted at her sister. “We gets unly one good meal, an’ den dah whole place, jus’ goes up in flames!”

Andy sighed. When those two started to get into it, they could go on and on for hours.

As they argued, he looked bleakly around at the remains of their home. The trees had taken only minimal damage, but the furniture was mostly gone, as was the intricate network of webbing they had set up around the place. Moving around was going to be a pain until it was replaced, and they were back to square one when it came to their possessions.

Damn it. Damn it all. Back to poverty.

“Well, at leezt I don’ ‘ave a big fat ‘ead like you!” Muffet screeched.

“Dah fook you goin’ on aboot? We’re twins, yah daft twat! Our ‘eads look dah fookin’ same!”

Then Andy heard something. “‘ey,” he called at them. “Quiet!”

“No wunnda evahthin’s dah shits den, if I gotta share me life wit’ you!”

“I said quiet!” Andy roared.

That did the trick. “What is it?”

Andy held up his claws in front of his lips. Then he pointed to the treetops.

Sure enough, it was Minty. She was scrambling toward them and looked quite disgruntled while doing it too. She also didn’t have any of the brats like she was supposed to.

“Well?” Andy demanded. “Dah fook are dey?”

“Likkle bloodbags gon’ run right inta dah bone grove,” Minty hissed. “Ain’t no way I’m gon’ in dere!”

Andy slapped a hand across his face. “An’ you jus’ let ‘em?”

“Hell nah am I gon’ anywhere near dat fookin’ nightmare! Let ‘em find dah black circle for deyselves!”

“Whaddya tink’ll happen tah dem?” Muffet said.

Before Andy could respond, a new voice, one that was cold as the heart of winter and sharp as Dragon’s teeth, spoke from the dark. “Yes, tell me. What do you think happened to them? I’m interested!”

Before Andy could even begin to register that something was wrong, everything got so much worst.

Something came whistling through the air to strike Andy’s temple so hard that his brain was rattled in his skull, and he went down.

Muffet screeched and bounded toward the intruder, or at least that had probably been her intention. In truth, she didn’t get much further than the bounding stage before a flash of red and white appeared at her side to seize her by the arm and the hair. Her momentum was redirected, and she was driven facefirst into the ground. She tried to rise up, but two hands grabbed her by the head and gave it a swift twist. Before she could even scream, each one of her limbs was seized up in turn and wrenched this way and that, their joint yanked from their sockets with audible pops. A second later a boot slammed into her back, breaking her spine with a sickening crunch.

Edna tried to scamper up the side of a tree, but then something that looked like a bright red firefly whizzed through the air and flew right in her mouth. She gasped in surprise, swallowing it instinctively. Edna tried to spit it out, but then she choked, she coughed, and she began to scream. Smoke poured out of her mouth, ears, and eyes, and then red flames erupted from beneath her skin. With a piercing shriek she fell to the ground and started writhing as her whole body burned.

Minty was already in full retreat. Given that she was high in the treetops she had the best chance of it, or so she thought.

Unfortunately, a blazing fireball shot from seemingly nowhere like a comet to his her right in the stomach, knocking her from the branches. Before she even hit the ground the blur of red and white slammed into her. There was a confusing moment where the two bodies pitched back and forth in midair, but then a pair of powerful hands seized Minty’s forehead and chin from behind. A sharp twist, and she found herself no longer able to move.

Those hands remained where they were, holding Minty’s moaning head in place. Then Minty’s whole body jerked, and she began to twitch and convulse. Steam rose up from the palms on her cheeks as the veins beneath her skin started to turn red, brightening the pale skin around them to a horrid pink. Minty whimpered and cried and choked as steaming red tears dripped from her reddening eyes.

Andy tried to right himself. His vision was still swimming and his ears still ringing and his limbs felt unwilling to respond to his frantic insistence that they hurry up and get him the hell out of there. As he struggled to push himself up, he saw something come his way, the red and white blur striding across the ground purposefully in his direction, dragging Minty’s writhing form by the hair.

“No, by all means, go on,” said the cold, hard voice. A hand seized Andy by the throat, and he was lifted right off the ground and had his back slammed into the trunk of a nearby tree. And as he gasped and writhed, he found himself facing a pair of burning red eyes, ones filled with a strange, yet terrifying, mix of cold rage and hot fire. “Tell me what the bone grove is.”

…

Though the spider had wrapped all of their legs up pretty good, they still had the anti-youkai knives that Kohta and Rumia had brought along, and they still worked just as well at cutting the sticky strands away.

Kohta slashed away at the mess encasing his legs until he had gotten enough of it off to separate his legs and stand up. Clumps of dirt were now glued to his lower legs and feet, but at least he could walk. Then he went to work on his friends.

“What happened?” Haruko squeaked. “Why’d she leave?”

“You rather she didn’t?” Rumia said.

“Shut up, Rumia!” Haruko was trying to hold still to let Kohta work, but she was unable to keep her body from trembling. “Did you hear the things she was threatening to do to me? I saw what they did to Eiko! I saw the whole thing!”

At this, Hayate abruptly sat upright. “What?” she said in a small voice. “Is…Is that why we left her behind? Did they…did…”

“They made me watch!” Haruko screamed. “I woke up first, and when they saw that I was awake they laughed at me! They laughed and told me to enjoy the show! They already had her on the table, and they did something to wake her up too. They waited until she was awake, they waited until she could see what they were doing, and then they…they…” The rest of her words were swallowed up by a strangled sob. Haruko buried her face in her hands as she cried.

“Dead?” Hayate said after a beat. “Eiko’s dead?”

“Yeah,” Kohta said. “Sorry.”

Hayate slowly laid back and stared up at the black sky. Soon they could all hear her weeping as well.

Rumia had nothing at all to say. It was not often that she felt the slightest bit sorry for Haruko or her friends, but she couldn’t imagine having to watch something like that happen to Keine or Kohta.

She waited until Kohta had freed them all. Her legs were a little wobbly, but fortunately she was unhurt. All the stickiness on her legs were a problem though. She grabbed up handfuls of dirt and slathered them on. Hopefully that would provide her with some friction.

“Come on,” Kohta said as he sheathed the knives. “I don’t know why she ran off, but we need to get moving.”

“What for?” Haruko said bitterly. “If they don’t get us then something else will. We’re all going to die here.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that!” Keine said. “We made it this far. That’s, like, at least three-fourths of the way back! The worst is over, so we just-”

“Don’t say that!” Haruko cried.

“Huh?”

“Don’t say that the worst is over! That’ll just make things get even more bad!”

She had a point, Rumia had to admit. After all, this was supposedly one of the places where superstitions went to grow larger and more powerful.

In the meantime, she was starting to wonder about exactly where they had ended up. For one, she had noted a distinct lack of leaves on the ground for the first time since they had gone into this godsforsaken forest. It was just plain dirt and tree roots. There weren’t even any fallen twigs or pieces of bark.

Well, whatever. That was one mystery she was content to remain a mystery. Let the forest keep its secrets; she just wanted to get out.

“Speaking of which, why did she run off like that?” Kohta said. “I mean, anything that would scare her has to be a problem, right?”

“Who cares?” Rumia said. “Let’s just go already.”

“He has a point,” Keine said. “I mean, that was pretty weird.”

“Well, I don’t care!” Rumia snapped as she continued stomping forward. “All I know is that we’re still stuck in this stupid forest, with hungry youkai coming to-” She turned around to find a hideously deformed skull leering at her. “-gah!”

Rumia leapt back away from the ugly thing. Fortunately, it didn’t pursue her, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

The skull was jet-black and looked like it had been partially melted. Parts of it were just drooping down in big drips of solid bone to dangle off of its twisted lower jaw like stalactites.

The skull was partially embedded in the trunk of an equally black, equally twisted, and equally dead tree. In fact, the rest of the skeleton was. It was like whoever it used to be had been standing too close to the tree when a massive wave of heat and force just melted them together.

“Wh-wh-wha-” was all Rumia could think of to say.

Then Keine cleared her throat. “Er, Rumia?”

Rumia looked at her. It was then that she realized that in her panic, she had leapt fully into Keine’s arms and thrown her arms around her smaller friend’s neck. While Keine didn’t seem to have any trouble holding her up, it was clear that the whole thing was getting pretty awkward.

“Sorry!” Rumia hastily dropped to her feet. She brushed herself off, paused, and straightened Keine’s collar. “I was just, you know, startled.”

Haruko brow twisted up. “Just how strong are you, exactly?” she demanded.

Keine shot her a look. “Stronger than you,” she said. Then she went over to investigate the fusion of bone and wood.

“Don’t touch it!” Kohta snapped, but it was too late. Keine had already reached up to brush her fingers across both the tree’s trunk and the side of the skull. She withdrew her hand and rubbed her fingers together.

“Huh,” she said.

“What is it?” Rumia asked.

“It’s…they’re made of stone.”

Haruko frowned. “So…wait. They’re, like, a statue?”

“I don’t think so,” Keine said. “I think they’re petrified.”

“They what?”

“Uh, you know how when really old bones get buried for a long time, and they fossilize and turn to stone? The same thing happens to wood. It’s called petrification.”

“Wait, that can happen? How do you know that?”

Keine looked at Haruko like she was completely dense. “Don’t you ever pay attention in class?”

“No?”

Shaking her head, Keine returned her attention to the petrified tree. “Well, I don’t know what happened here. Just that something fused this poor guy to this tree, and now they’re both kind of like a rock.”

“Wait a second,” Kohta said. “Look! Here’s another one!”

Next to him was another dead and blackened tree, and imprinted in it was the skeleton of a deer and several birds, ones that were just as malformed as the human bones that had scared Rumia.

Rumia felt her gut turn sour. She slowly looked around them.

All around them were black, gnarled trees, with twisting leafless branches and bark the color of midnight. And in those trunks were fused the bones of the dead, all of them malformed. They were standing in a grove of death.

“Um, guys?” Hayate said. “Where are we?”

Rumia didn’t have the slightest idea. None of the stories she had heard of the Old Pine Wood had ever so much as mentioned a place like this.

“Hey, I think I see something,” Keine said, peering off past the macabre grove.

“Where?” Rumia said.

“There! In the clearing!”

She was right. There was a break in the trees, and past it was an area completely clear of the forest entirely. It wasn’t like the clearings they had already seen though. Those at least had things like grass and fungus and other foliage. This was a large circle that looked like it had been completely scoured of any sign of life, leaving nothing but what looked like fine, black sand.

That didn’t mean it was empty though.

Surrounding the whole clearing was a ring of rocks, ones that were about waist-high to Rumia and had flattened tops. And sitting on the rocks were bones. Each one had three arm-bones laid out across each other in the shape of a six-pointed star, and in each of the star’s center a human jawbone was laid.

“What in the hell?” Kohta said. “Who did this?”

“Well, I don’t know and I don’t care,” Haruko said. “Clearly they don’t want anymore messing with it, and you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that! So, let’s get out of here right…huh.”

“What?” Hayate said.

“I thought…I thought I heard…”

Haruko fell silent.

Rumia.

The voice seemed to drift on the wind, not even a whisper and yet Rumia was sure she had heard her name. It was like the Moon itself was calling to her, and she was hearing the call in the depths of her soul.

“Did you hear that?” Kohta said.

“Yeah, I did,” Keine said. “I think it came from…”

Rumia.

Keine started walking. She went past the morbid markers standing guard over the clearing and right into the expanse of black earth. The others followed her.

Upon looking back, Rumia couldn’t honestly say what made her set foot onto that clearing when all of her good sense had to have been screaming at her to stay away. It was more than simple curiosity. It had been like she was being pulled in, drawn by something small, quiet, but deadly insistent.

Whatever it was, it drew them deeper and deeper into the clearing. As they did, Rumia started to notice…changes. For one, everything felt like it was growing colder, from the bite of the night air to the ground beneath her feet. Even though her shoes and socks she could feel the chill of the earth.

For another, things were growing darker. Though the Moon and stars were still shining overhead, it felt like a cloud had passed in front of them, even though the sky was completely clear. The light was now becoming weak and strained.

And finally, Rumia was starting to hear things.

At first she thought it was just the rustling of the wind in the leaves, but there were no leaves around to be rustled. And the further she got toward the clearing’s center, the louder it got. Voices, dozens of them, all of them speaking in quick and furious whispers. She couldn’t understand anything they were saying, she wasn’t even sure if they were speaking the same language as her.

The gibbering increased the further she went, and again she heard her name drift through the night.

Rumia.

The children reached the center of the black circle and stopped. As they did, so did the voices. The night was silent.

They all looked at each other and frowned. Haruko scratched her head. Hayate sneezed.

“Um,” Keine said. “Why exactly did we come out here?”

No one had an answer for her.

“Okay. Then maybe we should…uh…”

The ground had started to move. As everyone stared, a depression began to form between them. It started off small, just a small dip in the ground.

But it grew.

And it grew.

Soon it was clear that the space beneath them was hollow and the sand was pouring in.

“Run!” Kohta shouted.

Run. Okay, that sounded like a fantastic idea. The only problem was that the clearing was swiftly turning into a sinkhole and doing so faster than they could even turn. Rumia tried to bolt, but by then the depression had reached her ankles.

Of them all, only Keine managed to actually start the process of fleeing before she was caught. The ground turned vertical, all of it flowing toward the growing hole in the center. Rumia tried to climb but slipped. She tried to swim, but that was nothing more than an act of desperation.

Fly, she begged herself. Take to the air! Go up, go up go…

The tilt increased, and she was sliding. The hole rushed up to meet them, and then they were all swallowed up.

…

When Mokou had suddenly bolted off into the dark, Joshua wasn’t sure if he would be able to catch up with her. She was just so much more athletic than he, and with much longer legs. He huffed and puffed along the best he could, finally got impatient, and took flight.

Flying through a forest such as the Old Pine Wood was not recommended, especially at night. Go too fast and you risked breaking your neck on an unseen tree trunk or low-hanging branch. Too high, and your hair would get snagged in the tightly woven canopy. Plus, you never knew what was skittering around in those upper branches. But Joshua didn’t have time to worry about safety. He went as fast as he dared, but had to come to a sudden stop on more than one occasion to keep from running facefirst into a surprise tree.

“This is…this is insane…” he whispered under his breath. “Oh Lord Jesus, please be with us. Right now. That would be-”

Then he heard a piercing, feminine scream of agony.

Joshua froze in midair. He swallowed and shot off, a little faster this time.

Another scream followed, followed by the distinct sound of snapping limbs. There was a third scream, this one accompanied by sharp hissing sound, like a flame consuming a lit fuse.

There were lights up ahead, ones that cast thrashing shadows on the nearby trees. Though Joshua knew not what he could do to save Mokou when he reached her, he kept on anyway, praying that he was not too late, praying that there was still enough left of her to save.

What he actually saw when he got there was quite different from what he had been expecting, but still horrifying.

There were three twitching humanoid lumps on the ground. They seemed to be female and had on dresses, though their necks and limbs were far too long, as were their faces. It took Joshua a moment, but he then recognized three of the four spider youkai that had attacked the Children’s Home.

However, they had been in considerably better shape then.

One was a smoking, blackened wreck, her roasted skin flaking away while rivulets of fire still ran over her in places. She was still alive though, twitching and moaning in agony as any wounded spider would.

Another hadn’t been set on fire, but it looked like her back had been broken, her neck snapped, and all four limbs dislocated at the joints and not set back in place. She lay in a heap, croaking out piteous moans through her mangled throat.

The third’s skin had turned beet red and was cracked all over, with glowing orange light pulsing through the cracks that flared up with every tortured breath. She was lying flat on her back, arms and limbs splayed out around her as she continuously tried and failed to scream.

And standing with her back to the trio with her hand grasping the throat of the fourth spider youkai as she pressed his back against a tree was the Aoki Yume Children’s Home’s cook.

Despite all of Joshua’s fears, Mokou looked completely unharmed, thank God. But Joshua wasn’t sure he liked seeing her like this. The spider youkai in her grasp was frankly terrified, and was garbling nonsense at Mokou. No doubt he would have been screaming had Mokou not cut off his air. Mokou was holding him up with her left hand, and in her right…

It was on fire. Her hand was enveloped by a ball of flame, and yet she wasn’t burning. She clearly didn’t even feel the heat. What was more, he was pretty sure that she was glowing. There seemed to be a thin red aura covering her.

Joshua swallowed. Mokou was a strong woman, one that he knew had a dark past. But this…but this…

“Mokou,” he said, his voice cracking.

Mokou sighed. “Joshua,” she said without turning toward him.

“What are…” Joshua glanced at the mangled wretches on the ground. “What did you do?”

“Well, for the blackened one I set all the fat in her body on fire,” Mokou said, her voice terrifying calm. “That was an old favorite of mine, always got a good scream. The croaking one is pretty self-explanatory, just twisted this and popped that, leaving her kind of broken. The glowing one had all the blood in her veins boiled. And as for this guy…” The hand clutching at the spider youkai’s throat tightened. “He’s going to have all three done to him if he doesn’t tell me where the children are, and not necessarily in that order. I already gave him a small taste.”

It was then that Joshua noticed that the male youkai’s hands and feet were twitching and scorched ruins, no doubt to prevent him from clawing at her. Joshua clutched at his head. “You…you tortured them!”

“I did.”

“You didn’t have to do that!”

Mokou breathed in slowly through her nose and then released it out of her mouth in a long sigh. “Josh, buddy. You’re a sweet guy, and I know you can be tough when you need to be. I like you a lot. So I’m giving you this warning right now: don’t go into that clearing over there. Just take my word for it.”

Joshua paused. He then looked over to the clearing in question, which was a ring of tree surrounding what looked like the remains of a scavenged home. He saw the burnt wrecks of several pieces of furniture, including a table.

“Trust me on this,” Mokou said.

“What happened?” he said hoarsely.

“What do you think happened?” Mokou growled, her tone suddenly shot through with venom. Her fingertips started to glow red where they dug into the youkai’s neck, and his strangled gibberish took on a whole new note of urgency. “Why do you think this scum took our kids?”

Joshua fell silent. Then he turned toward the clearing.

“I’m warning you, what you see you won’t be able to unsee.”

Joshua knew that Mokou meant well; he knew that she was just protecting him. However, she was not the only one who had seen and done things that he wished he could take back. And there was plenty that he already wished he could unsee.

Taking a deep breath of the ash-tinged air, Joshua started walking toward the clearing.

“Your choice,” Mokou said.

Stepping between two trees with blackened trunks, Joshua entered the clearing. Sure enough, it was filled with trash and pieces of furniture, most of it burned.

And in its center was a dinner table of all things.

And on that table…

Joshua took a good, long look. Then he slowly bowed his head and closed his eyes. His hand gripped the crucifix around his neck.

Things hadn’t changed at all when he stepped out from the clearing. The three females were still mewling in pain while Mokou held the fourth member of their party aloft. “Told you,” she said.

Joshua nodded. “Who was that?” he said hoarsely.

“Eiko,” Mokou said. “I could tell because of that birthmark on her hand.”

“I…see,” Joshua said. “And the others?”

“Well, as it so happens, this guys was about to tell me all about that when you showed up,” Mokou said. She tilted her head and gave her captive a small shake. “So, how about it, tough guy? I ease up on your throat, and you can tell me all about this Black Circle. And maybe I won’t slow cook you on a spit. Sound good to you?”

The male youkai stopped groaning long enough to shoot her a sallow glower, his yellow, multi-pupiled eyes conveying pure hate.

Then he spat a white gob right in her face.

Joshua started, but Mokou hadn’t so much as twitched. The gob turned out to be webbing, and it had completely encased her face like a mummy’s mask. However, smoke started rise from her face, and the web’s gooey strands began to crinkle and collapse inward. Then it began to turn black.

And then it began to turn red.

“Now that,” Mokou tsked as the burning web fell away from her face in embers, “was big mistake.”

Then she spun around and hurled the spider at a nearby tree. He struck it hard with a pained gasp and fell to the ground.

Mokou began to advance on him, both of her hands now encased in flame. Realizing her intentions, Joshua ran over and put himself between her and the spider. “Wait!” he cried, sticking up his hands.

“Get out of my way, Josh,” Mokou said, her glowing red eyes fixated on the spider.

“This isn’t right!” Joshua pleaded. “You must know that this isn’t right!”

Then Mokou finally looked at him. “Isn’t…this isn’t…”

Suddenly she extinguished the flames in her hands and seized Joshua by the lapels. She swung him around, holding him up with both hands as easily as if he weighed as little as the children they looked after.

“Right?” she snarled. “You wanna talk to me about what’s right? Those monsters came to our home and took our children! They slaughtered Eiko and probably ate her alive! A thirteen year old girl, and they ate her alive!”

“Yes, but torturing…” Joshua’s voice trailed off. Over Mokou’s shoulder he could see the male spider starting to rise. He was hacking and wheezing in pain, but one of his mangled hands was fumbling toward his jacket pocket.

“They deserve no less,” Mokou said. “This is not the time for mercy, so I would appreciate it if you would go off to the side, say a nice little prayer…”

The spider youkai pulled his hand out of his pocket. Though his fingers were still burnt, they hand managed to clutch around something small and glinting.

“Mokou,” Joshua said.

But Mokou wasn’t listening. “…and stay the fuck of my-”

Joshua seized Mokou with his own hands and tried to yank her out of the way. “Mokou, look out!”

It was too late. The spider youkai hurled the tiny knife. Despite the damage to his hands his aim was supernaturally true. The blade hit Mokou at the back of her head and buried itself in up to the hilt.

Mokou dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Joshua fell as well, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Mokou was lying lifeless, the knife still sticking out of the back of her head, the roots of her pale violet hair turning red.

The spider youkai threw his head back and let out a piercing shriek. Then he charged at Joshua on all fours, his gait clumsy from his burns but still horribly fast.

Joshua scampered back away from him. “Wait!” he said. “Stop!”

The spider opened his mouth wide. Inside was a horror of rows upon rows of quivering teeth surrounding a long and pale tongue. He threw himself at Joshua, blackened fingers extended and black spittle running down his pointed chin.

Though he knew that it wouldn’t save him, Joshua threw his arms in front of his face and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the end.

It didn’t come. Instead, there was just a low thump.

Though he didn’t want to at all, Joshua cracked his eyes open. The spider had fallen to the ground, his outstretched arms falling just a few centimeters short of Joshua’s body, his face contorted in surprise and bewilderment.

And wrapped around one of his ankles was Mokou’s hand.

“Ugh,” the dead woman groaned as she pushed herself up on her elbows. She groped around with her free hand until she found the handle of the knife. A quick yank and it was out, its blade still crimson with her blood and brains.

Shaking her head as if she had merely taken a light slap to the face, Mokou rose up. She blinked a couple of times and shook her head again.

Then she looked down at the shocked creature still in her grasp and her eyes narrowed.

“Now that,” she said, “was also a mistake.”

Then her hand twisted in a peculiar way, and suddenly the spider had two shins where he previously only had one.

“Mokou?” Joshua whispered.

“Joshua,” Mokou said as she began to drag the screaming spider off. “Go back into the clearing. I saw some unburnt bags in there. Empty one out and put what’s left of Eiko inside. Then wait for me.”

Joshua blinked. “What?”

“I know it’s not ideal, but we’re short of options, and I don’t want anything spoiling her further.”

“But-”

“I have work to do, and you’re getting in the way. So get to work.”

“Did…you were dead. How did you-”

Mokou’s face snapped toward him, her eyes a blazing fury. “I said move!”

Joshua’s head jerked back in surprise. He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it without saying anything.

Then he got up to do as he was told.

…

The fall had been dark, terrifying, but at least mercifully swift. The landing hadn’t been that bad, as there was at least a pile of soft sand to land in.

Unfortunately, the sand also turned out to be ice-cold, and it got everywhere! It was worse than having snow go down one’s back, because that at least would melt away.

“Ah! Cold, cold, cold!”

Rumia tried to flee from the pile only to get her feet tangled up, causing her to fall.

“You okay?” Kohta said as he looked down at her in concern. Of course he had managed to get out of the sand and onto his feet.

“No,” Rumia said crankily. “I am very much not okay. But I’m not dead yet, so that counts for something.”

Kohta extended his hand, and Rumia took it. With a slight grunt he pulled her too her feet.

“What is this stuff?” Rumia complained as she shook the freezing sand from her hair, arms, and outfit. “Why is it so cold?”

“Because it’s evil,” Hayate said in a hollow voice. “Don’t you feel it? It’s evil. This is a place where evil dwells. It’ll eat us up, just like they ate Eiko!”

Normally Rumia might have been tempted to mock her for her fear and superstition, but all things considered she was having a hard time coming up with an argument.

“Speaking of which, what is this place anyway?” Keine wondered.

“I don’t know,” Kohta said. “Maybe it’s some kind of…oh, wait. Hang on.”

Everyone froze. “What?” Haruko whispered. “What is it?”

Kohta reached into the pile of cold sand and pulled something out a box of matches.

The cold had made his fingers clumsy, so it took a few strikes to finally light a match. But at last a tiny flame sputtered to life, and he held up the match to give them a better look.

Rumia quite frankly preferred the darkness.

They were in a huge circular space, one even larger than the orphanage. It was empty save for themselves and the tall pile of black sand in the middle, which was still bathed in the circle of moonlight that came from the hole in the center of the roof.

But the walls were an unending tribute to Death.

It was the same as the stone trees. Skeletons of once-living things were embedded into the walls in twisted positions, many of which would not have been possible when they had meat and skin. Most looked like they had been partially melted as well and splattered right against the wall. Only instead of a few, there were hundreds of them: humans, deer, cows, birds, fish, snakes, squirrels, horses, lizards, bats, and several things that she could only guess at.

If there was one thing they all had in common other than being dead and stuck in a wall, it was that they looked like they had been trying to flee from…something, something in the center of the room, something that had pulverized them all with a single blast of power.

“What the hell,” Haruko said flatly.

“We…we got to get out of here,” Hayate said. “This is a bad place. We shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be here. We need to escape.”

“I’m…open to suggestions,” Kohta said.

Rumia opened her mouth to respond, but then low, raspy moan echoed through the chamber, like a mummified corpse awakened from the dead and filling its dusty lungs for the first time in an era. The match in Kohta’s hand slipped from his fingers, and the light went out.

“What was that?” Hayate whispered in the dark.

Then the moan sounded again, and louder this time. Kohta hastily felt around for another match and lit it, and he held it up so that they could see.

They needn’t have worried.

It was Kana, who was finally starting to stir. She had been lying on the ground next to Kohta, but now she was awake and struggling to rise.

“Oh, hey!” Kohta said as he knelt down next to her. “Are you okay?”

“Uhhhh…” Kana groaned. “Feel…airy…”

“So…pretty much the same as always?” Rumia said. Keine shot her a sharp look, which made her feel a little ashamed. “Sorry.”

Kohta helped Kana sit up. She coughed weakly. “Wha…where are we?”

“Underground,” Kohta said. “I think.”

“Ugh.” Kana blinked blearily at her surroundings. “Huh. I…I thought I was flying up. But now I’m down. How’d I get down?”

“You got captured by spider youkai,” Kohta helpfully supplied. “And you got stung with their venom. That’s why you feel so weird.”

“Oh. Isn’t that…nice…” She smiled up at him and giggled. “You got sandy hair.”

Kohta involuntarily touched his spiky hair.

Then Rumia got an idea. “Hey, Kana?”

“Oh, is Rumia here too? That’s also nice. Hi!”

“Uh, hello. Listen, do you remember when you were flying earlier?”

“Uh-huh. It was fun. Until it wasn’t.”

“Right. Do you think you could do it again?”

“Uh…dunno.” Kana’s head slumped forward, digging her chin into her chest. “I’m tired.”

“No, no, stay awake!” Rumia leaned over to slap Kana lightly in the cheeks. “Kana, I need you to try to pay attention. We’re stuck in a hole in the ground-”

“Oh, that sounds fun.”

“No, it’s not! We’re trapped, so we need you to fly out and go find help!”

“Can’t she lift us out?” Haruko asked.

“What, are you crazy?” Rumia snapped at her. “Look at her! It’ll be a miracle if she can get herself out!”

Suddenly the ground started rumbling. Hayate yelped and hid herself behind Haruko, who looked like she wished she had someone to hide behind. Keine threw herself to the ground and covered her head. Rumia and Kohta quickly retreated from the center of the room, dragging the still-loopy Kana with them.

The pile of sand that lay directly beneath the hole had started to rise. It lifted upward like an hourglass in reverse, pouring up into the hole.

“What the hell?” Haruko shouted. “How is it doing that? That’s impossible!”

Despite the frightening situation they had found themselves in, the sheer stupidity of that statement meant that Rumia and Keine both had to stare at her in disbelief.

“What?”

The sand finally all lifted out of the room, plugging up the hole completely and choking out the moonlight. The only light was that of Kohta’s match, which was running low.

A few seconds later, the tiny flame sputtered and died.

For a brief, dark moment, nothing happened.

Then every single dead creature that had fused with the wall opened its eyes.

Everyone screamed as hundreds of brightly glowing red lights appeared in the empty eye sockets all across the walls. Hayate broke off from Haruko and ran toward the center of the room.

“Let me out!” she sobbed. “Let me out! I don’t want to stay here, I don’t want to-”

Then the ground started shaking again.

Something was rising up from beneath, filling the space left behind by the pile of black sand. In the scarlet glow, it was hard to make out, but it appeared to be a multi-sided cylinder about the size of a fully-grown man. It was also completely black, so that any features were nearly impossible to make out.

Hayate screamed and ran back, only to be reminded of the dead things staring at her with red eyes all along the walls. She tried going back the other way, but the cylinder was there, so she just fell to her knees and clutched at her head as she cried. “Please, make it stop, make it stop!”

Under normal circumstances, Rumia might have been tempted to mock her for her cowardice. But in all honestly, if Hayate wasn’t doing that, then Rumia probably would be.

“Oh, it’s a box,” Kana said calmly, as if she were remarking on a particularly interesting cloud. “I wonder what’s inside.”

“A box?” Kohta said. “That thing is…”

His voice trailed off. Even Hayate’s crying had quieted.

Rumia didn’t need to ask why. She heard it too.

Rumia.

The voices were back, the gibbering ones that she couldn’t understand and the one that was clearly calling her name. Only now they weren’t whispering out of the thin air. Now they had a definite source.

It was the box. The box was speaking to her. The box was calling to her.

Rumia started walking toward the box. Without a word the others did so as well. Kohta, Keine, and Haruko all slowly made their way across the room. Hayate stopped sniveling and stood up to follow. Even Kana had managed to totter to her feet and limp her way over.

Rumia.

Each of the six children came to a stop around the box and turned toward one of its many sides. Rumia stared entranced by the smooth, black edge, so flawless and beautiful. It was like it had been carved out of solid night, a perfect piece of darkness.

Rumia.

The gibbering grew louder. Rumia raised up her right hand. Unprompted, the others did the same. As one they all laid their hands against the sides of the box.

Its surface was colder than steel that had been left out all night in the snow. Rumia’s skin instantly froze to it.

Interesting.

Then something sharp bit into her palm. She could feel the hot blood leaking out, warming her palm.

Rumia.

Rumia wrenched her hand away, ripping off an entire layer of skin in the process. It was left on the side of the box, a white handprint set against the black, with a tiny bead of ruby blood hovering in its center.

As Rumia watched in fascination, the bead started to shake. Then it began to grow, sending rivulets of red across the handprint, dying the white skin bright scarlet.

Soon the box had six crimson hands on six of its sides, one for each child.

And then it began to open.

…

To anyone who’s read IM: three guesses at what’s in the box, and the first two don’t count.

Until next time, everyone.

#touhou project #touhou #fanfic #imperfect metamorphosis #fujiwara no mokou #mokou #rumia

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years

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Bond Between People and Pokemon Pt.5

Back at the mansion.

Doomguy (kicking down a door): Where the hell is my child!?

Dark Pit: It’s ok. She went to catch Incineroar.

Samus came running in picked up the door and put it back on the hinges, only to kick it down again after.

Samus: Where the hell is Incineroar!

Dark Pit: He…???…(Looks round)…Well shit.

Samus: I bet that damn League took them!

Doomguy (Loading gun): Time to kill those mofo’s!

Samus: Looks like we’ll be bringing the fight to them today. Let’s win this ongoing war between us!

Link: Over a cat? That doesn’t even like you?

Samus: Shh Link! I’m trying to sound badass!

_____

Ganondorf: I am still awaiting an answer Incineroar. So…What’ll it be? It would be rude of you to test my patience.

Incineroar: Uh…Humana, humana, humana, humana, humana, humana.

Bonny Janet: (“The hell’s ‘E doin’?…Aah! E’s sweatin’ too much aym losin’ me grip! Say somethin’ quickly ya dirty basse!”)

Bonny pulled his tail agressivley. Incineroar had, had enough. He got up explosively and pulled Bonny off of him.

Incineroar: LISTEN HERE YOU FILTHY HUMAN TRASH STOP YANKING AT ME OTHERWISE YOU WON’T GET WHAT YOU DAMN WANT! (“*Gasp* Crap! What have I done!)

Ganondorf: Who the hell are you!? Wait, you’re that trainer girl! (To Incineroar) You brought a hero into our base!

Incineroar shakes his head. Bonny nods hers.

Ganondorf: Traitorous fiend! You will pay with your life!

Incineroar & Bonny fled from Ganon’s office quicker than Kirby when he’s hungry.

Ganondorf: That little (Slams desk.) BOWSER! It would seem our newest recruit has comitted an act of treason. For they have brought in a member of the hero team. If you find them, throw their worthless carcasses in the cells!

Incineroar: Damn kid! Why didn’t you just leave me be!?

Bonny Janet: All aye wanted was ta catch ya!

Incineroar: REALLY!? Wait do you hear that rumbling sound?

Out from the ground burst Bowser who was in his Giga form. He grabs both Bonny & Incineroar and carries them over to the dungeon.

Bonny Janet: Let me goo, ya scaly arsed freak!

Bowser: Come on kid. I don’t wanna do this to you. You’re only young, but…Ganon’s orders. (To Incineroar) As for you though Incineroar. As a traitor to Ganondorf I hope for only the worst of all things to come your way.

Incineroar: I’ve experienced way worse. At least if I die I’ll see them all once more.

Bowser threw Incineroar & Bonny Janet into a shared dungeon cell, locking the door behind him.

Incineroar (Punching the bars): Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Why me!? Why can’t my life just be normal!?

Bonny Janet: If ya ask me then I’d say, tha’ yer just a wee bit of a louse.

Incineroar: …

Bonny Janet: …'Ey what’s wrong?

Incineroar: What’s wrong?…Heh, "what’s wrong” she says. I think, to you, it should be pretty damn clear as to what the hell is wrong!

Bonny Janet: I-I’m sawry.

Incineroar: Oh of course you are I obviously believe you! Ya damn stupid Scott.

Bonny Janet: 'Ey! Shut the fook up ya cunt! Tch. It’s clear yer parents never taught ya any manners.

Incineroar: …Parents?…

Bonny Janet: Yeh. Tha’s what aye said dick-wad.

Incineroar: YOU TALK ABOUT MY DAMN PARENTS AGAIN AND RISK YOUR LIFE ENDING!

Bonny Janet: Why tha’ hell should aye care!

Incineroar: I DON’T HAVE PARENTS!

Bonny Janet stepped back startled a little.

Bonny Janet: …Huh? Y-ya don’t?

Incineroar: NO YOU-(sighs) No, no I don’t.

Bonny Janet: Wha’ happened?

Incineroar: …Humans…Humans are what happened. I was only a Litten back then when it happened.

-Flashback-

Incineroar: I used to be one of the happiest pokemon out there. But I never knew my Mom. Dad told be she died when I was still in an egg. But it didn’t phase me as much then.

Litten (Incin.): Grr! I’m the most feared pokemon in the land!

—

Incineroar: I used to have so much fun. Playing around with my friends and family…But then…“They” came. One was nice to me but that was a terrible mistake.

—

Hunter: Hey there little one. Well aren’t you just the cutest little thing I ever saw.

Litten (Incin.): (Roars quietly)

Incineroar’s dad: Hmm…Trainers?…No. They seem like…Danger.

The group of people pulled out some guns, and aimed them at the Incineroar. The one close to Litten pulled out a knife.

Incineroar’s dad: (Gasp!) RUN! POKEMON HUNTERS!

—

Incineroar: Everyone started running. I was scared. We ran as fast we could. I managed to evade the range of the shits, though they did get my ear. Which is why I have this hole. But, my dad and my family. They didn’t make it. All I could do was watch as they dragged there dead bodies aboard there vehicle. I was alone, in pain and knew that I could never trust a damn human. I was left by myself. I ended up finding a small town to stay in. It was quite overwhelming at first, but I befriended a Stoutland, he was old but he ended up being the closest thing I had to a friend. Then sadly…he died. I was a Torracat then & really close to an Incineroar. And when I finally did evolve I became an infamous Pokémon in the Alola region. I would sneak into Battle Royales and a certain type of fight club for pokemon only. I learned never to help anyone, cause someone will always be waiting to stab you in the back. Like that human. The damn bastard.

-End flashback-

Bonny Janet: Aye…

Incineroar: Save your words, I’m not bothered.

Bonny Janet: Listen. You’ve 'ad every important person in yer life stripped away from ya… … …Aye know how ya feel-

Incineroar: Oh don’t you even think of saying you know how I feel!

Bonny Janet: Calm down.

Incineroar: See all you damn humans are all the same - trying to sway me over to feel a source of sympathy.

Bonny Janet: I do know how you feel! You know why!?

Incineroar: Ugh! Here we go. I don’t care, I’m going to sleep.

Bonny Janet (crying): …Ayve never met me dad.

Incineroar stood in place a bit before turning to face Bonny.

Incineroar: …Wait?…What?

Bonny Janet: Aye don’t know where 'e is or who 'e was or is. All me mother says is “It’s complicated” nothin’ more. Tha’s why when tha’ guy offered ta adopt me aye dey question it. Aye just wanted ta know wha’ it felt lake ta 'ave a dad.

Incineroar walked over to her slowly. He began shifting his arms around in the air around her trying to understand how you hug someone. He eventually wrapped his arms round Bonny and held her closer to him.

Incineroar: It’s okay. I’m sorry for how your life has been. Here I thought I was the only one to be left in the dark, when my other half was here with me the entire time. That half is you.

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4lix · 6 years

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bad boy hyunjin ☹︎ pt I.

literally after i posted that i wanted to write a bad boy hyunjin the whole world and their mama msged me a request dfjfsldj so here it is kiddos!

part one. part two.

ugh okay jfc where do i begin

this is gonna be a school au bc like, it just is

bad boy hyunjin would honestly be the school’s heart-throb

he’s already gorgeous as shit and just something about his smirk drives everyone insane, except you of course

because you’re an enigma, the odd one out, the only person who just sees him as a delinquent and a shit show

he’s just a complete ass, on countless occasions does he bump into people and not bother to help them up, he smokes on campus and comes to class just to sleep the whole damn hour before skipping the rest of the day

him and his posse of idiot friends were so loud and obnoxious holy hell, especially that minho kid like did he ever shut up?

but somehow the whole school was absolutely smitten.

girls and boys alike would just fawn over him every minute of the day, especially after school when him and his gang of losers all lean on their motorbikes like some cringey street gang and smoke cigarettes to take the edge off of a long day of doing absolutely nothing besides skipping, talking back to teachers, getting into fights and flirting with the teacher’s assistant to get out of detention.

so you’ve always hated him and his dumb hair and his dumb piercings

and whats with the lollipops? on the days he’d bother to come to school he’d always have a lollipop in his mouth, his whole clique of fuck-ups did

bad boy hyunjin 100% would have that greasy 90s jock look, im talking leather jackets or the schools football team’s varsity jacket because he was their star player

but deep down you knew you hated hyunjin because you secretly found him attractive as shit balls

you guys are chemistry partners, despite your protests to your teacher, and hyunjin always had the same stupid smirk on his face whenever you were paired up

“oh this is exciting, now i know for sure i’m getting an A.”

“yeah i’m sure you need it considering you basically flunked last year, oh and this year too.”

“see thats what i have you around for babe, what would i do without that big bright brain of yours?” he’d say with an ugly wink before ruffling your hair and you’d just roll your eyes bc why the fook is your heart racing??

what sucks is that very same day, your class’ results were posted on the bulletin board outside your school

hyunjin was in the top ten and the honor roll, his whole squad of monkeys were, the name kim seungmin sitting bright at the top though, the school’s angel and student body president, luckily some things were still sane and in check.

literally how hyunjin’s name sat beneath seungmin’s though was beyond you.

“shocked? i know, i know, how can i be this hot and a genius?” shit he scared you, hyunjin was right behind you, a lollipop in his mouth again god how did he not have a billion cavities?

he saw you glaring angrily at a sheet of paper stapled to the wall and figured it had to do with him, conceited asshole

“yeah i wonder who the poor soul is who’s doing your homework and projects for you. how much do you pay them? hell, doubt you even pay them, besides in bloody noses and black eyes huh?”

“y’know, i’m not that bad of a guy y/n, you’d be surprised.”

“i highly doubt that, you’re an asshole and even if you cured cancer it wouldn’t change my mind.” you scoff.

“you’re so sassy, i like that, it’s cute.” he’d wrap an arm around your shoulder just to egg you on more and you’d shove him off, face burning slightly for god knows why

“fuck off hyunjin”

“aw but you’re blushing, do you like it when i call you cute, babe?”

god what is wrong with him and what in the actual fuck was wrong with your face and heart? why were your cheeks burning so bad and your heart basically having a seizure in your chest?

“n-no i don’t, fuck off.” before he could bother you any further you grab your bag and practically run the hell out of there.

the next day shit only gets worse

hyunjin is breaking dress code yet again, not bothering to wear his blazer and his tie is a complete mess and did this boy own a comb? why was his hair always a damn mess

but what really caught your attention was the scar on his eyebrow, it wasn’t there yesterday, and for some reason you couldn’t shake the thought about how he could’ve possibly gotten it.

in chemistry he seems a bit more quiet, and he’s actually taking notes for once, he hadn’t greeted you with the usual hey babe or good morning doll like he usually does and even though you tell yourself you hate it you secretly really liked it and just what was wrong with hyunjin?

it isnt until after school do you get your answer

it seems like there’s beef between his clan of monkeys and the other bad boy gang over at sm high (im laughing my ass off)

they catch hyunjin off guard, and the poor baby is basically jumped when he’s all laone

honestly? hyunjin got fucked up pretty bad.

i mean like, busted lip, his eyes turning a shade of yellow so clearly they’re bruising up and his nose was bleeding slightly.

but where was the rest of his friends? why was he all alone? why the fuck were you the unlucky soul to have to clean up this damn mess?

but no matter how much your anger and hatred for him tells you to leave him just laying there on the concrete, bloody and bruised, sympathy, a shed of infatuation and pity drags your feet over to him

“they fucked me up pretty bad, huh babe?” he says with a bitter laugh, wiping at the blood on his lip

your heart kind of falls into your stomach at the sight of him, he still looked fucking gorgeous which sucked but the sight of hyunjin, so beaten, really took a toll on your heart.

“are you okay? should i take you to the hospital?” you cup his face in your hands, wiping at the blood on the side of his cheek and he shakes his head

“nah i’m okay, i just, fuck-” he groans when you touch his arm, you apologize immediately

“okay come on, i’ll take you home.” you offer, helping him up and lo and behold, he’s fucking smirking

“i thought you hated me, what happened?”

“i do hate you.”

“then why are you helping me?”

“because i have this thing called pity and a heart.”

“huh, you have a heart? didn’t know.”

“oh fuck off hyunjin before i leave you to limp home.”

“you wouldn’t”

“you dare me?”

“you like me too much to do that.” he says with a dumb grin and you turn and scoff letting his arm go.

he immediately falls to one knee though, wincing again and his face contorting into one of pain and your heart just kind of aches at the sight

you groan in frustration before wrapping your arms around his waist, hoisting him up and he just laughs, tucking his face into your neck

“i told you.”

“just shut up will you?” you say, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact with him because he pulls away from your neck and just why the hell is his face so damn close to yours?

“y’know its easier to just admit it than keeping up this facade y/n.”

“facade? and admit what? that you’re a dick?”

“that you like me.”

“i-i don’t like you hyunjin.”

“then why are you stuttering? why are you blushing? say it again and look me in the eyes.” he teases, a glint in his eyes and you just know this isnt going to end well

“look can i just call minho or something i can deal with you.” your face is literally on fire and hyunjin keeps smirking at you and your heart is racing in your chest and just fuck why

“i’m just going to assume that was a yes.”

“it wasn’t.”

“then say it.”

“no.”

“so you like me?”

“i don’t like you!” you practically yell, hyunjin’s face dangerously close to yours and his eyes literally staring into your soul

“then why can i feel your heart beating?” you forgot you were still basically hugging him, keeping his body held upright, and just shit hyunjin leans forward and kisses you gently, it only lasted for a second and your brain was practically short circuiting so you did nothing but stand there, frozen.

“you’re so cute when you blush.”

of course that makes your face turn even redder who knew it was possible and before you can finally give in to hyunjin and his stupid good looks and irresistible advances, he opens his ugly mouth again.

“but your breath is a little stinky, i’d recommend some mouthwash after lunch-”

and then you just drop him at that moment, letting his body fall to the floor and hyunjin just lays there laughing his ass off while you give him the bird before screaming “crawl home you dick”

minho luckily comes by just a moment later, only to see hyunjin still clutching his stomach because he can’t stop fucking laughing and a very red faced you walking the other direction.

“what happened?” he asks while helping hyunjin up, clearly referring to his bloodied lip and swollen eyes but hyunjin couldn’t care less about the bruises, he’s just happy he got to tease you and finally kiss you.

hyunjin just smiles dazedly, “i kissed y/n.”

“you still like them? and i was talking about your face, hyunjin.”

“oh, yeah, i got my ass kicked, do you have y/n’s number by any chance?” he says while slipping a lollipop into his mouth.

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mille-at-home · 7 years

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Parenting and vaccinations!

Ok I was a little sneaky a few weeks ago and it sort of backfired on me! (As these sneaky things always do). Cory came home in a right old little spin about his year 9 vaccinations, he was having none of it whilst I was adamant he is “it’s just a little scratch to protect you” I’m sure we have all been there or at least will in the future, it’s bad enough putting your baby and pre-schooler through this obvious pain but a 14 year old who thinks they are an adult because quite frankly they are tall as; is a different story. Even telling him that his best friend from primary schools mum, is probably going to be doing the vaccination didn’t help. Anyway, the letter of acceptance had to be returned back into an envelope and given to the school nurse team at the school by the said child. The defiance from Cory told my mothering instincts that if he was responsible for this letter, it would miraculously be ‘lost’ 'mislaid’ 'my drink spilt on it’ 'it grew wings and flew out of my bag, me and my mates tried in vain to catch it but…’ Kind of mislaid!

So, I thought I’d say nothing and I signed the forms of acceptance and took them into work with me on the Saturday morning and my boss hand delivered the letter direct to the nurses office. I knew the date was looming as it was written on my wall calendar and still I said nothing. When they called his name he would know and I’m sure the nurses are very used to nervous 14 year old was my thought process. Cory came home on Wednesday to tell me his class were all making such a big fuss over their injections, obviously I asked how his went.

“I didn’t have it mum, I didn’t take the form in”

*facepalm mum moment and a lot of the subconscious bitch in me saying 'ha ha, should have just been honest’ Apparently the kids were told “everyone who returned the forms to the school nurse make your way to….” So Cory didn’t because to his knowledge it wasn’t returned! Damn it!! When I was at school the teacher called your name and off you went! I don’t know if the 6 others that sat with Cory also had a sneaky parent like me but I came clean and Cory did see the funny side saying it was his fault for being so moody about it so we took half the blame each and I, of course got straight on the phone to the school to let them know he should have it, he was on the list it’s just he didn’t know he was on the list!

He had the vaccination the next day and guess what, he was fine as it was the nurse I thought it would be. He was actually really pleased as he said he stood in one queue and 'A’ saw him and called him over telling him she would look after him in her group. He thought this was wonderful and she obviously could see he was nervous and set about chatting to him and telling him how his mate was doing etc etc (different schools). All in all the experience was lovely for him but he says only because it was 'A’ and to top it off, the competitive side of him was really pleased to have outwitted his Dad who has a genuine needle phobia!

All is happy in the Mille world this week aside from the sneaky parenting! Although, Erin left her Gi top for karate in her kit back all week so it didn’t get washed with the rest of the whites, (I do wish these things were black or something) whilst I am hurrying her out of the door with the usual 'have you got your drink?’ 'You don’t need your phone!’ 'Put any shoes on, not those’ she throws the Gi top on the floor saying “it stinks of bananas” I tell her not to be so ridiculous and under gritted teeth (we WILL be late) “just put it on and stop stalling”. This week we are sparring so we need to put on our mitts and pads half way through lesson, this empties the kit bag and Erin is laughing “erm mum, mum, what did I say about my top smelling of bananas?” Fook! There for everyone to see is a rather black and shrivelled rotting banana which has clearly been there for several weeks! Ok ok I take it back but as a good parent does; I tell her “well, if you took care of your own kit bag and Gi, you would have seen it before it went bad” we had a giggle and it’s safe to say the whole lot has now been washed ready for Sunday’s next is brown belt training! Do you know what - I am feeling good about my karate right now and I have even enquired about tournament! Ooooooo get me! #hatersbackoff

Our dear Norton is having more bad than good days lately but he still seems happy albeit a problem with eating his dinner - he can stand and walk but can’t stand to eat? His hind legs just fold under him so I have been looking out for a little pouffe, you know the kind of round brown thing with a diamond pattern that your Gran used to have…no luck yet but it’s just to hold him up whilst he eats, either that or a ceiling hoist for meals?! The things we do eh for our beautiful fur babies!

It’s another bank holiday and we have an extra day to cram the week in to but….I switched the hot tub on yesterday and it’s up to full heat! Enjoy the long weekend all.

Mille xx

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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What a Beautiful Wedding Ch. 7: The Show Stopper

Summary: The heroes and Illinois go in to face up against the Actor.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

When Ranboo’s portal opened up they were in some theater house, and the first thing that the group saw was Logan and Janus over Thomas’s unconscious body. Remus and Joan nearby.

“Logic!” Jackie raced over.

Logan started, almost hitting Jackie with one of his batons before the speedster jumped out of the way and Logan realized who it was. The logical Side visibly sagged in relief.

“Oh, good,” Logan commented, “you are all doing well.”

“Fookin’[1] relative,” Chase spat angrily, he wasn’t sure if it was being near Logan, or if he was just becoming more and more agitated the longer he spent without knowing if Dark was okay but his skin felt like it was trying to actively climb off of him as he got closer to the Sides.

“You three okay?” Silver flew over.

“No,” Logan admitted. “I do not know where the other Core Sides are, we lost sight of everyone else when we came here, and he won’t wake up. It is my estimation that something happened to the Core Sides and the shock knocked him out.”

“It must’a[2] been the Actor, he’s been doin’[3] weird stuff all day,” Jackie reported.

“Then the other Sides must be located before he can do any harm to them,” Logan decided.

“Go, I’ve got this,” Janus told Logan, summoning his staff and using his magic to pick Thomas up.

“We’ll keep him out of the line of fire,” Joan promised.

“Don’t take any unnecessary risks, not even for yourself,” Logan told them, looking straight into Joan’s eyes.

“Same goes for you, A.I Asimov,” Joan told him and he ran off with Janus and Remus. It left Logan with the others.

The logical Sides looked at the minors. “Unacceptable, what are you two doing here?”

“The bastard took Bomble an’[4] we weren’t just gonna[5] sit around with our heads up our arses[6], now were we?” Tommy glared at him as Ranboo looked around nervously.

“If splitting up weren’t terrible of an idea, I would demand it immediately,” Logan told him.

“Hey, Lo,” Jackie called out and a good sized green mechanical sphere flew out of Jackie’s suit. The large camera on the front shuttered open and closed before flying over to Logan.

“We can use him to scout the place out,” Jackie offered, motioning to SAM. “Figured he could keep takin’[7] pictures in here.”

“Good idea,” Logan told him, and connected to the orb, sending it around to look for any traces of a disturbance. The only nearby doors were the ones that lead to the main stage.

A set of double doors that Chase was already moving towards. Once he reached them, the marksman could hear faint mumbling from inside the auditorium. He began to creep in, Sam moving in slowly with him, but the instant Chase saw who was on the stage, all subtlety flew out the window.

“I don’t why you insist on throwing these tantrums,” Marc spat as he stood on the stage with Dark. “I’m giving you a leading role and still you want more?”

“Let go of me,” Dark spat, trying to twist himself free from the smoke that Marc was trapping him in, and trying to stab him at the same time. “I won’t be your villain.”

“Come on Dames, you’ve burned down an orphanage,” Marc chuckled as he threw Dark to the side. “Let’s not pretend. Besides, the bubbles you made were weak, they fell apart the instant someone poked at them. So give me the anomaly and I’ll make everything so much nicer.”

“I don’t have it,” Dark told him.

Marc glared at him furiously before he slapped Dark across the face, his claws out and so he left deep gashes in his face.

Dark became equally furious but when he moved to retaliate, Marc elbowed him sharply in the gut and his body dropped.

The Entity coughed up black, inky blood, the body he was inhabiting was screaming in pain. His souls screamed in rage. He wasn’t running out of aura but the body he was in was starting to reach its limit.

“Dames, we play the scene after we set the stage, so give me—” Marc snapped before he was pegged in the back by one of Chase’s TASER rounds. Ripping a scream from his lungs.

Jackie quickly raced in and snagged Dark, snatching him away and back to the group. Illinois almost immediately pulled Dark out of Jackie’s arms.

“Pass him ta[8] me,” Chase ordered.

“You need your hands to fight, I don’t,” Illinois spat at him, aura and magic coiling around him, ready to strike out like a whip.

As Logan entered the room after them, the logical Side looked around and saw one of the nearby pillars and froze in horror. He raced towards it. “Morality!”

The pillar was just a giant stasis tube where Patton was floating inside, unconscious and energy coursing around it. Logan looked around with SAM to see that the other three pillars contained the two other missing Sides, and Tubbo.

Logan felt rage come over him and Ranboo’s eyes tracked around the room as he portaled over to the other side and was at Tubbo’s pillar, the young boy’s radioactive iris symbol glowing faintly as his eyes were half closed in his torpor state.

“No! No!” Ranboo scratched at the pillar and started opening up a portal to pull Tubbo out.

“Get away from there!” The Actor threw a spear of black smoky aura at Ranboo and knocked him to the side, his aura pinning him down. “I’m not done with the brat yet.”

“Let go ‘a[9] him,” Tommy spat, Logan had to use nanites to pull Tommy out of the way.

“I am using them,” Marc scoffed. “They weren’t doing much good in their own stories so I pulled them into mine. Just give me the real anomaly, Dames, quit playing around. We can quit wasting our time with these garbage stories and do something better. Something airtight that isn’t subject to such impermanent and sudden change.”

“Stay away from him, yeh fookin shitestain!”[10] Chase shouted. “An’ yer gonna give e’eryone else back too.”[11]

Marc just stared at Chase in confusion before he held a finger up and pulled a couple papers out of nowhere, skimming through them for a very specific character description. “Who the fuck are you again?”

“Wait!” Actor paused before laughing. “Wait! Shit! When did that change? That’s right Ink said that kid had changed my script again for the thousandth time.” The last two words had been spat out bitterly despite his suddenly humored mood.

Then Actor smiled at Chase, the marksman keeping himself in-between Marc and Dark. “Well, well, like sister, like brother. Ruining one man’s life isn’t enough for you, so you grab for another? Thought Wil was supposed to be the whore of the relationship.”

“Shut the fook[12] up!” Chase took out one of his guns and just shot at him in a fury, he didn’t miss the way Dark flinched at Marc’s words, and felt even more fury boil inside his soul. The demon turned into smoke and the round went right through him, jumping down from the stage.

“You just into trigger happy gunmen or something?” Actor smiled. “Because you’re now two for two, at least, if you don’t include that French sword thrower I know you were fucking in university.”

“What part ‘a[9] “shut the fook[12] up” didn’t yeh[13] hear?” Chase demanded angrily.

“Oh, I know the perfect place to put you in my story, it’ll be perfect,” Marc said, his tone laced with threat and promise all in the same breath. “Illinois, bring him over.”

“No!” Illinois took a step back, he could tell that Dark was starting to nod off, his body dropping off into exhaustion and the last thing Illinois wanted was for this lunatic to put his hands on him again.

The denial seemed to actually make Marc angry, “Illinois. Junior. Get over here and give him to me.”

“I’m not your fucking kid, I’ll take your head off before I let you touch him,” Illinois couldn’t see Logan or the minors, but he didn’t know if Marc had done something to them or if they’d slipped off to carry out some kind of plan.

“Let’s not waste our time,” Marc stepped forward, he snapped his fingers and the room flickered back to the wedding gazebo. “Give him to me, we can go back to the wedding, make it look amazing, and then we can start this story off right. Come on, I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to.”

“Illinois is right to be suspicious of the Actor’s claims,” the Host announced from the stage. He had appeared there and spotlights snapped to look at him as the room darkened just a little bit. Dark roused a bit at the blind seer’s voice and he began weakly struggling a bit in Illinois’s arm.

“No, no, get away from him,” Dark whimpered, trying to open up a portal to drop the Host into but the Host was able to dispel it. “Not again.”

“You again,” Marc sneered. “Thought we agreed that you were going to be heard and not seen?”

“The Host agreed to no such terms, the Actor is insane and imagined words the Host never said,” the blind seer snapped. “The Host is a part of this story, just as much as the Actor or the Entity is.”

“An oversight, and a waste,” the Actor told him firmly.

“If the Actor minds,” the Host snapped. “He should stop digging his own grave and listen to the Host, before his time runs out.”

“Your monologue needs work, kid,” the Actor chuckled, but motioned for the Host to carry on.

“The Host would like the Actor to know that he will never successfully get any of the Entity’s children on his side,” the Host warned. “Even if he was a half-decent uncle, his track record speaks for itself. There is no one in the Actor’s family that he hasn’t harmed? A wife pushed away and sacrificed? A brother-in-law strangled to death? A brother the Actor helped drive insane? And a son, cast aside because the Actor was careless.” At the last one the Host smiled and gestured to himself.

Marc’s eyes narrowed, he looked confused. “What?”

The Host’s smile became a little more smug, and Illinois realized something that he only could have realized after meeting the Actor. Host and Actor had the exact same sharp, toothy grin. “Illinois is not the Actor’s child, he has no claim to Illinois, and even if they were related, it is abundantly clear that the adventurer wants nothing to do with him.”

Host’s aura coiled around him. “Jackie saved the Author from the Actor when he was thrown forward, the homes he had been in would have paled in comparison to the Actor’s sloppy and neglectful parenting. Had the Actor been subtle, had he known who his biological child was and tried to manipulate him, he might have been successful. Instead, he was careless and his son died.”

“Oh fuck,” Actor sighed overdramtically. “That makes sense.”

“The first mistake the Actor made, while the Host has existed, was targeting the Entity,” the Host warned.

There was a sudden explosion from one of the pillars and everyone turned to look at it. The Host finally was successful in distracting the Actor from what everyone else had been doing.

“No,” Marc realized before glaring at the Host. “What did you do?”

The Host smiled, “Well, the Actor insisted all the Host was good at doing was talking, and he was not wrong.”

Logan, who had been invisible suddenly surged out of the wiring of the system. Skeppy, Ponk, and Marvin had been invisible and working in the background to help Logan and the two minors work the four heroes free. The first one they were able to free was Roman who was immediately grabbed by Logan and passed off to Janus who was racing to bring Roman over to Thomas.

The illusion of the theater house began breaking down, looking half like the destroyed wedding scene, and the theater house. Marc looked over at Logan in a wild fury before he burst into smoke and as Ranboo was trying to get Tubbo out. The teen was kicked to the side.

“Hey!” Ranboo shouted in distress as the Actor embedded his aura into Tubbo’s pillar as Patton and Virgil were both dropped out of their stasis tanks.

“I don’t think so, I have worked too hard for all of this to go down the drain,” Marc spat at him. “If you all get the other ones, I get this one.”

“Give him back!” Tommy shouted.

“Drop the kid before you get dropped.”

Ranboo turned at the sound of that voice and saw someone he didn’t expect. It was Eret who was standing with Puffy and Foolish. He’d rushed to the scene when Quackity and Foolish had reported that Tubbo had gone missing.

“Who the hell are you?” Marc asked

Eret flipped her hair, they adjusted their sunglasses and gestured to herself, “Eret’s the name. An’[4] my dear, you are going to release Tubbo or my boot will be the last thing you see.”

“I don’t think so,” Marc said, noticing the guy in a white hoodie with a sniper rifle trained on him. He started summoning up aura to rip a portal open. “This kid’s got more aura than half of you combined. He’s no anomaly, but he’s powerful enough to do what I want.”

“Wrong answer,” Eret summoned a sword, Sam creeping closer with a trident in his hands. “You see Tubbo might be staying with the heroes, but we all are rather attached to him.”

“Well too bad,” Marc said smugly, “you two-bit villains couldn’t beat me if you tried.”

Punz released an arrow, Virgil had made his way over to him and laced the arrow with his magic. It phased through Marc and hit the stasis pillar.

“Hah!” Marc gloated. “You can’t hit shit! You villains are nothing compared to me!”

A bubbling started forming as Virgil’s magic infected the magic of the stasis pillar, Tubbo starting to have a nightmare as the liquid inside looked like it was bubbling.

“You haven’t heard, asshole?” Virgil grinned weakly. “Everyone loves the villain.”

The pillar cracked and Ranboo raced in, immediately teleporting Tubbo away behind the rest of the Server members, scoping him ever so gently into his arms. He made little hissing and vwooping noises of distress. “Tubbs‽”

“Hghnnn,” Tubbo groaned, mumbling. “Put me down, you fuckin’[1] giraffe.”

Ranboo let out a relieved laugh as he gently touched his forehead to the side of Tubbo’s head. “Let’s go home, Bo.”

“Tub-man,” Quackity raced over. “You hurt?”

“Oh my goodness, Ranboo, gimme[14],” Puffy demanded, racing over and setting her forehead against Tubbo’s. “Gimme.”[14]

Tubbo made little groans of complaint as people fused over him.

Foolish and Sam pulled out their tridents and forced a defensive wall in front of the pair. They let Tommy through with barely a nod in his direction.

“You okay?” Eret asked.

Tubbo nodded.

Eret turned to Ranboo, “Make sure he actually gets some rest, the poor thing takes after Sam too much.”

“I will,” Ranboo stood up as his eyes turned purple and he opened up one of his portals and left for the attic room in the Bee ‘n Boo. He immediately set him down on the bed to let him rest.

As Actor was preoccupied with Tubbo getting away, Host opened up a portal to bring Illinois, Chase, and Dark to stand behind him.

“Illinois should move the Entity closer to the Host, the Entity can feed off of his aura long enough to revive himself,” the Host ordered, taking a step back.

Illinois nodded, “He’s not going to fracture again, right?”

“No, the Entity’s soul is tired, but not drained,” the Host told him, his aura sinking into the Entity. Dark was trying to open up a portal to take Illinois and Host away.

“아빠[15] come on, we’re trying to help,” Illinois had to move in to disrupt the portal several times. Dark was slowly getting stronger and Illinois doubted if he couldn’t convince Dark to calm down, that he’d hurt himself.

Marc took one angry step towards Illinois and Dark, opening his mouth to say something, but Silver flew forward and punched Marc in the face. “I think you’ve been talking long enough.”

Jackie sped in to force the Actor back against the wall as Dark ripped a portal open and he alone slipped inside of it. The Entity emerged from Jackie’s shadow as he surged up and pulled something out of the Void with him. The Entity moving quickly and without mercy or hesitation.

Dark smiled at Marc as a soul splitter embedded in Marc’s chest. “That’s for what you did to Average.”

Then Dark forced more aura into him and Marc’s soul violently discorporated. The demon had drawn in too much aura for Dark to snap his soul in half quite so easily.

But he was gone and Dark just stood there, the body he was in burning and a sense of triumph slowly bubbling up inside of him.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. Fucking

2. must have

3. doing

4. and

5. going to

6. asses

7. taking

8. to

9. of

10. Stay away from him, you fucking shitstain!

11. And you’re going to give everyone else back too.

12. fuck

13. you

14. give me

15. Dad. Informal, read phonetically as: Appa.

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