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steele-soulmate · 2 years

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 20, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink

WORDS: 3039

“Good to see you again, Patricia!” Peter greeted the real estate agent with a grin and a hug. “Real quick, I want to introduce you to-”

I let out a scream as I lost my balance, falling off the pathway and into a bush off the beaten path. I laid there in pure confusement for a moment before Peter was picking me up out of the wildlife.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked, concerned as he cradled me to his chest. I squeaked before hiding my face into his neck. “Come on, I’ll carry you from now on out, yeah?” I just curled my arms around his neck as he carried me up to where he had left the real estate agent in his rush to help me.

“Patricia, this is Mary Claire, my soulmate. Mary Claire, this is my sister, Patricia,” he introduced us, rubbing his nose at the mermaid behind my ear.

“Sorry, I’m the clumsiest being on this planet!” I announced before turning to my soulmate. “Peter, had I known that this would also be a hike, I would’ve worn my wilderness boots!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured into my ear before turning to his sister.

“When’s the baby due?” Patricia asked, falling into step as Peter began to trek further onto the property.

“Thirteen weeks, give or take a day or two,” I answered. “Wow, it’s so pretty up here!” I twisted my head as I took in the green scenery.

“Beautiful,” Peter murmured and I looked up to find him staring at me. I turned pink as I shoved his head away from me.

“Sărbătorește-ți privirea în altă parte, ticălos nerușinat,” I scowled.

“Come again?” Patricia only looked amused.

“Romanian,” I explained. “One of the neighbors in my parent’s neck of the woods was a family from Romania and I would be over there so often that I just picked up the language like a little sponge.”

“Wow.” She blinked, clearly impressed as she stood off to the side and let us walk around some. “Do you speak any other languages?”

“English, ASL, Romanian, French, German and Russian fluently, and I also know bits and pieces of Irish Gaelic, Spanish and Italian,” I shrugged. “My mom wasn’t the most supportive of me learning another language so I just said ‘F you’ and I just learned.”

“Oh wow,” Patricia blinked again. “I would’ve never guessed you were so well read.”

Peter let out a quiet growl at her subtle insult but I just tugged on his hair for a moment, silently telling him to behave himself, before answering her.

“Yeah, well as I said before, my mom isn’t the most supportive,” I shrugged again. “How many square feet is this lot again?”

“It’s eight acres, but starts from those trees over there and ends at the road.” She pointed.

“It’s perfect, if you ask me,” Peter beamed before turning to me. “Sweetheart?”

“If you have big plans in mind, well then, I say go for it!” I returned the smile. Leaning my forehead to his cheek and getting rewarded with a kiss.

“Yeah?” he murmured. “You think so?” I gently nodded my head. He turned to his sister. “Where do I sign?”

~xoXox~

After the excitement of Peter buying the land, we found ourselves back at my apartment going over plans for the house.

“I always wanted a fifties bubble fridge, ever since I could remember,” I was thinking out loud. “I really love the 1950’s rockabilly style- it’s so feminine and figure flattering, no matter what body shape one has!”

“What’s the one thing that you want your kitchen to have?” Peter asked, pencil scribbling as he figured out the floor plan.

“Storage,” I answered immediately. “I have a lot of kitchen stuff that I bought in preparations of moving out of my parent’s house.”

“Okay,” Peter paused and leaned across the counter to kiss me again. “I can work with that.”

“Peter,” I suddenly thought of something. “How many kids do you want again?”

“How many do you want, sweetheart?” He stopped drawing to nudge at the mermaid behind my ear with his nose.

“Peter, I mean if you want ten kids and we only have a four bedroom house, World War Three will commence without a doubt,” I informed him.

“Tell you what,” he hummed. “Let me make it a dozen bedroom house and if we don’t have as many kids, we can turn the extra rooms into storage or whatever, does that sound good?”

I nodded, happy with his solution before returning to browsing Pinterest for ideas. “Oh, this is cool.” I showed Peter kitchen counters that looked like waves on the beach.

“You’re kind of hopscotching all over the place with interior design ideas, sweetheart,” he chuckled, leaning over to kiss me again, this time on my eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized in a meek tone of voice.

“Closet size?” he asked.

“About the size of the one that I currently have in my room would be swell, maybe a bit bigger,” I shrugged, watching as he stood up and went into my bedroom with my “on loan” Barbie pink tape measurer in hand. I followed him, deciding that I needed to milk my tits and take a nap.

I entered my room, biting back a giggle as he stood at my closet doors, looking inside before getting down on his knees to measure. My causal eyes took him in. He was a bit shorter than I was at this height, and I only marveled at him as I went behind the bookshelf and quickly set myself up.

“Sweetheart? What’s that sound- oh, never mind.” Peter rounded the bookshelf as well, freezing when he saw me with my tits out and connected to the milk machine.

“Peter, come,” I whined, holding my hands out to him. He only chuckled as he did as I commanded, flopping onto the bed next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, his eyes on my face as he cradled my cheek in his hand. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“You never let me forget that,” I told him, giggling as he poked me in the side. “Hey, do you want to play Never Have I Ever?” He nodded, holding up ten fingers. “Okay then, you first.”

“Never have I ever eaten something I shouldn’t have,” he started off, lowering a finger.

“I’m guessing the typical eating dirt as a kid doesn’t count,” I teased, also putting a finger down. “I ate a worm when I was seven years old to get the classroom bully off my back.”

“Did it work?” Peter asked me, clearly amazed.

“Yup.” I answered. “Okay, my turn. Never have I ever… used my high school status in the name of good and evil.” I lowered another finger.

“Okay sweetheart, spill,” he chuckled.

“Okay so every year leading up to Valentine’s Day, there would be a ‘buy a teddy bear and we’ll have it delivered to the receiver’s classroom’ thing and every single year I would get at least a hundred teddies!” I laughed at the high school memory.

“No duh!” Peter gasped.

“Yes duh!” I confirmed my words. “And so anyways, what I did is that I would wrangle guys from the football team- who were like my own army of obedient servants, I swear- and we would deliver the bears to the special education classrooms and hand them out to the students there. They would be so overjoyed at getting a little Valentine’s Day treat from a cheerleader and her football friends!”

“Wow.” Peter was looking at me with hearts in his eyes. “Okay, is it my turn? Never have I ever… let me think here, let me think… oh I know! Never have I ever finished a fight that someone else started.”

We both lowered another finger.

“Bar fights at faire, need I say anything else?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Good point,” he clucked. “Okay sweetheart, it’s your turn.”

“Never have I ever had a stalker,” I deadpanned, lowering a finger. “Kody Williams scares me- when I went up to the courthouse to see about securing a restraining order, the judge didn’t even look at the evidence I had to back up my case. He just patted me on the head and told me to go out with this guy and that he’ll forget all about me in a couple of weeks.”

“No shit.” Peter had anger in his eyes.

“Yes shit.” The milk machine turned off, letting me know that the bag was full and ready to be sealed. Peter took care of the bag while I reloaded the pump with a new bag. He came back into the room from placing the first full bag in the fridge and rejoined me on the bed. “Your turn?”

“My turn.” He chewed his lip for a moment. “Never had I ever visited another country.”

I lowered a finger with him.

“My daddy has vacation homes all over Europe, so the family often vacations at one of those places,” I shrugged.

“Where’s your favorite place to visit?” he asked me, leaning in and kissing me gently.

“Italy’s cool- my daddy has family that lives in Puglia- that’s the heel of Italy,” I gave a brief description of the geography. “He’s Italian on his daddy’s side of the family and Irish on his mama’s side of the family.”

“Ah.” He smiled, nuzzling our noses together. “Who’s turn is it?”

“My turn!” I squeaked excitedly. “Never had I ever dyed my hair.”

He lowered a finger, much to my surprise.

“My natural color is a dark brown,” he explained. “And now I have to cover the grey.”

“Silver fox?” I teased him, getting his hand on my waist.

“Shut it, you!” he chortled.

“I once dyed my hair bright blue in high school,” I told him, reaching for my cell phone and going to the Facebook app. I opened it and began to scroll through the pictures on my profile. “Ah ha!” I handed him the phone and he smiled as he looked at me in the West Side High School cheerleading uniform. I wore my bright royal blue hair in a teased ponytail and an equally brighter smile on my face.

“Mom pitched a fit when she saw my hair,” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, your turn.”

“Never have I ever gotten blackout drunk.” He lowered a finger. “Never?”

“I cannot hold my liquor!” I laughed, sighing as the machine clicked off again. “It’s a running joke on grandpa’s side of the family because if I take even the tiniest sip of wine, I get piss ass drunk.”

“I got to see that!” he chortled, taking the full bag of milk out to the fridge. “Okay, sweetheart, it’s your turn now!”

“Never have I ever… shot someone.” I lowered another finger, leaving me with two still up.

“You SHOT someone?” Peter’s eyes were huge and he inched towards me.

“He broke into my parents’ house and it was just me and my sisters at home- we were thirteen years old at the time and perfectly old enough to manage the house overnight without our parents there,” I informed him. “We were in the front room watching Disney’s animated Little Mermaid- god, I hate that movie- when one of my mom’s ex-boyfriends breaks in the back door. I get my sisters up to mom and daddy’s bedroom and I go for Daddy’s handgun that he kept in his bedside table. I load it, take off the safety and shoot him three times. Once here-” I poked the dead center of his throat. “Once here-” I poked at his chest where his heart was beating happily. “And once here-” I motioned to his private parts. “Sammi was on the phone with 911 when he showed up at the door and I just fired blindly. The medical examiner couldn’t believe that little itty bitty thirteen year old me had killed a five foot eleven inch two hundred twenty pound guy before he had even hit the floor. He was convinced that there had been someone else in the house, but the security tapes showed that it was just the four of us in the house at the time.”

“Fucking wow…” Peter pulled me into his arms and kissed me under my chin.

“I was protecting my little sisters,” I said fiercely. “If anything were to happen to them, I would literally kill myself.”

“Was your dad mad that you had used his gun?” he wondered, his hand now resting on my stomach.

“Not really,” I shrugged. “He was more impressed than anything else, to be honest. I was so terrified that he was going to tan my ass though- he had always made a point to say that my siblings and I would be in big trouble if we even so much as bumped the bedside table by accident.”

“Wow,” Peter kissed me, then baby girl. “You’re so brave.”

“It’s your turn,” I murmured, shifting into a more comfortable position.

“Let me think, let me think…” he hummed. “Never have I ever asked a crush out in front of a lot of people.”

He realized what he had said and groaned when I didn’t drop a finger.

“Oh Christ, do I have to tell you?” he whined as he dropped a finger.

“Yes, you do!” I grinned manically at him as the milk machine clicked off. I quickly reset the pump and let Peter leave to go stash the now full bag into the fridge.

“Okay so I was a freshman in high school and there was this pretty upperclassman named Sarah Miller. Her boyfriend had just broken up with her and so I asked her out at lunch later that day. She said no, of course.”

“What a fucking cunt,” I sighed.

“Yeah, looking back on high school now, I only liked her because she had huge tits,” he shrugged.

“You are such a guy,” I groaned, shoving him a bit.

“How about you?” He turned his dazzling green eyes onto me. “Did you date any?”

“I wasn’t really allowed to,” I shrugged. “I was never really into the whole dating scene- I just did cheer and theater club. Mom and dad were fine with me going out and getting a cheeseburger and order of fries with the jocks after a game or hitting the mall with the theatre kids after rehearsals or like whatever.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” he smiled. “Okay, who’s turn is it now?”

“Yours truly!” I grinned. “Hmm, let me see, let me see… never have I ever… masturbated in public!” We both lowered a finger, leaving us with one up each.

“Were you caught?” he asked with a grin.

I shook my head and motioned to him.

“Almost,” he winced. “God, I did some fucked up stupid shit in high school.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, so I was in the boy’s locker room and I just had to let loose a little bit of steam,” he confessed.

“Who almost caught you?” I pried.

“The football coach,” he winced at my squeal.

“Were you on any teams in high school?” I asked.

“Football my freshman and sophomore year, when I went to try out junior year, I was told I was too fucking tall,” he grumbled.

“Oh man,” I winced. “That sucks.”

“You have no idea,” he grumbled. “It’s your turn, by the way.”

“My turn?” I raised my eyebrow. “Hmm, let me see, let me see… never have I ever used my stage fright to better my performance!”

We both dropped our final fingers.

“And it’s a tie!” I cheered as the milk machine switched off again, signaling the full bag. I tugged it off of my tit and readied it to go onto my second boob when Peter poked my leg.

“Can I have your second jug? Please?” he asked timidly, his face lighting up at my nod. “Thank you!”

He latched onto my nipple and I arched my back as pleasant tingles began to race through my veins. I grabbed onto the bedsheets as Peter bought his hand underneath my skirt, where he slipped his fingers underneath my underwear and began to flick at my little nub.

“Fucking Christ,” I sighed, gasping as the oh so familiar knot began to wind tighter and tighter in my stomach, only adding to the feeling as Peter added his tongue to the mix. I squealed and bucked my hips as he continued to guide me towards the end of the tunnel.

And then he slipped his fingers inside of me.

I didn’t last much longer, cumming with a soft cry. I continued to cum for at least three solid minutes while Peter fed from me. He was gentle as he nursed me through my orgasm, taking care not to over simulate me too much. When he had milked me dry, he pulled his fingers out of me, eliciting a moan of disappointment at feeling empty again. He brought his fingers up to his face and stuck them into his mouth, cleaning himself of me with a quiet groan.

“Fuck, you taste so delicious, sweetheart,” he hummed before stretching up to kiss me hard. I closed my eyes at his kiss and I knew no more.

Sărbătorește-ți privirea în altă parte, ticălos nerușinat, feast your gaze elsewhere, you shameless scoundal, Romanian

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cloud9in · 3 years

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The Half of It

A Mc x Poppy fic inspired by the film

Summary: Bea, the town’s outcast is recruited by the school jock to win Poppy’s heart. But what happens when she starts falling for her as well?

Author’s Note: So this will be a multiple part series that includes scenes heavily inspired from the movie “The Half of It”. I certainly recommend watching it. My version will have different twists and a different ending, and definitely more angst. It will include mature themes as the story progresses.

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing. This is a good thing for now.

Chapter 1-

“Love is simply the name for desire and pursuit of the whole.”

- Plato, The Symposium

It is said that when one half finds its other, there’s an unspoken understanding. A unity. And each would know no greater joy....than this.

...Except this is highschool. And in my opinion, there is no other half. Maybe the other half is a paper on Greek God philosophy due at midnight. But make that four papers, including mine.

My name is Bea Hughes and let’s just say...this is not a very happy story. Well maybe some parts are, but you’ll have to read to find out. I come from a small town called Farmsville, and when I mean small, I mean really small. Except the highschool seems fucking huge, with never ending hallways and when you do somehow find the end, there’s usually two inbreds eating each others mouths off. Lucky for me I am the epitome of antisocial, reserved, an introvert, or whatever the inferior beings, aka every other senior, calls me when they think I can’t hear. But I hear everything, including that one time Bradley Denbrough, upcoming hotshot actor, or so he claims, found out about a crush a poor unsuspecting freshman had on him. Everybody knew what Bradley and his goons did to that boy, even the adults, but no charges were pressed. This town is as conservative as it gets, but no one knows of my secret. I carry this school on my back when it comes to having everyone graduate, but that’s all I am to them, a pawn. And that’s all I wanted to be, nothing more and nothing less. I preferred to be in the shadows.

***

...Except the mandatory Senior Talent Show forced Bea out of her hibernation hole. The thought haunted her as she sat in the dance studio, the last fucking place she wanted to be. Dance was so not a Bea kinda thing, but the blonde knew exactly why she granted herself the misery of picking the class. Poppy Min Sinclair, the golden girl of Farmsville High, the preacher’s daughter on a more serious note. She is...the most fascinating girl Bea ever laid her eyes on even if her boyfriend was a complete asshole who sermonized his duties as her future husband. Like seriously? Poppy has got to have some screws loose to date such a fake loser who plagiarizes all of his speeches at sunday church, and once literally begged Bea to write an apology letter to his father for him after completely upending their summer cabin. Except the blonde wrote the opposite of an apology, it went something like this…

Dear beloved donkey, I mean dad,

I am terribly sorry for inviting 20 hookers to the summer cabin. I have these strange impulses and you should at least be grateful I didn’t invite the big boss as well. His wife came though, in many, many ways. You should get the carpet changed.

Sincerely, your STD free son

It was safe to say that Mr. Denbrough had a near heart attack after reading it, and Bea did kinda feel bad, kinda. He never mentioned the letter to Bradley though, instead silently calling up the owner of Teopoli Catholic Summer Camp and essentially deporting the boy to Canada for the summer. No son of his would end up in hell was what the old man preached everyday from then on. It was the quietest summer Bea had ever experienced.

Being the towns outcast, Bea could have her fun when she so chooses to, but that didn’t pay the bills. In fact, the multiple essays that people paid her to write was her way of surviving and taking care of her mother. They weren’t very rich but Bea worked with what she had, helping her mother manage the farm, which included getting on her knees and wrestling the pigs. And that’s how she was gifted the name “pig girl”, stupid Bradley and his fake friends just had to wander too far and catch Bea in the act. She swore a remixed video of her hog calling surfaced the web at one point and that gave the blonde her five minutes of fame. Boy was it an awful time in her life.

Bea worked her mother’s previous job as station master or signalman for the trains that passed through, even if it barely paid her shit. The secluded feeling of sitting in that booth and having a moment with her thoughts was enough to give her purpose. Bea was fond of poetry and it usually helped her come up with song lyrics.

Song lyrics…

That she would have to sing at the talent show. A huge sigh escaped her lips as she slumped further into the ground, maybe hoping she could bury herself six feet under. It wasn’t that Bea hated singing, no she absolutely loved it. Playing her guitar at night and belting out lyrics that only resulted in her mother banging on the ceiling below in efforts to shut the blonde up. But the mere fact that she’d have to sing in front of the ruthless seniors rubbed her the wrong way. Something would go wrong, it always did. Bea was shaken out of her thoughts when Poppy crossed the center of the room, moving her hips slowly to the sound of Rihanna’s voice. The class chose a slow r&b song to choreograph today and of course all eyes were on Poppy.

If i’m your girl say my name boy

let me know i'm in control

Her silky blonde locks swayed as she danced to the beat, hands thrusting sensually along her sides. Bea stared in awe, almost like Poppy was the only one in the room and a spotlight illuminated every movement, every curve. Except she definitely wasn’t the only one picturing Poppy in that way. Carter, the school quarterback leaned against the railing, arms crossed and eyes trailing the rise and fall of her chest.

Got me wondering, I’m wondering if i'm on your mind

Bea sat up straighter but nearly lost her bodily functions when Poppy locked eyes with her before spinning away. It was simple eye contact Bea, don’t let it get to your head. You already have multiple lyrics inspired by Poppy offering the bare minimum in human interaction. She doesn’t actually like you. Poppy is popular and has the perfect life...and boyfriend, even if Bea heavily disagrees. Poppy was a bitch of course, but not a bitch bitch. Unlike the other wannabe mean girls, the blonde didn’t give Bea hell, well that was because the girl paid her zero attention. She seemed distant, off in her own world, or well in her parents world learning the strategies of business. Poppy was expected to follow in her parents footsteps and keep up with her reputation of being the richest in town, and of course a faithful future wife. So fun. But the blonde had other prosperous dreams of travelling and following her passion of music and dance. Highschool was her only outlet and she took advantage of it any chance she’d get. Bea knew this because she would ride her bike every friday night to the school and watch Poppy dance from outside the glass window. Maybe Bea realized it was kinda creepy, but she’s dumb enough to not realize her obvious growing attraction. I mean who pedals miles just to watch someone trip on their feet?

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The sound of the bell caught everyone's attention and the teacher slowly lowered the music. Bea watched as Bradley approached Poppy and smothered her with kisses and praises. She rolled her eyes painfully, this kind of PDA definitely wasn’t it, she could have gone her whole life without seeing that. She walked silently through the crowd of kids in the hall, everyone was laughing and talking to their friends. All Bea could allow her mind to focus on was the very intimidating billboard of names a few feet across from her.

Winter Talent Show Sign-Ups (Mandatory For Seniors)

Bea glared at it quietly before signing her name on the sheet, sealing her inevitable fate. Through the hustle of students, Carter watched the blonde with a yearning look from afar. This should be great…

The next few classes were a blur and Bea eventually found herself getting up to hand Ms. Kingsley her paper. The older woman looked at her with a knowing glance as she took a generous sip of her coffee, which was 75% tequila.

“6 different interpretations on Plato? Colour me impressed Miss Hughes.”

Bea shrugs nonchalant, “yeah well would you rather read their actual essays?”

“Oh hell no.” Kingsley feigns shock as she looks at the stack of papers with a comical expression. She takes another sip, watching her younger, prodigy of a student carefully. “You know there are places outside of this godforsaken town where you can put your talents to use... Real use. I teach at Belvoire University occasionally.” Ina winks and slides Bea an application, studying her initial reaction. “It’s...in New York.”

“Damn right! The Big Apple.”

“Kingsley you know I have to stay here. It’ll be easier for me to manage the farm and be close to home”, Bea says confidently even though her body language displays otherwise. She predicted the big sigh filling her ears before it actually happened and it still managed to faze her. “Who ever said you had to do anything? What about what you want to do?” Bea doesn’t make eye contact with Ina, that woman could convince you to do just about anything with a certain look. “No we are not doing this. You can take your reverse psychology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m outta here.” The blonde stomps out of the classroom, the sound of Ina’s chuckles still ringing in her ears.

“Hey! Everyone in this town fears God, but you know what God fears? My ability to hide a bottle of Don Julio in my left boot.” Ina pulls out the newly bought bottle and cradles it. “Come to mama.”

***

Bea rode her bike alongside the dirt road, Kingsley’s words on replay the entire ride. Maybe she did deserve to experience something more than what this town had to offer. But would her mother manage without her? Sacrifices, sacrifices. Bea was used to making those for her mother after her father’s death. What would her dad think of all of this?

“Hey!”

He’d surely smack Bea upside the head for the little antics she pulled occasionally. And then he’d buy her vanilla coconut ice cream and ask for every single detail of what happened as they sat and laughed together. That’s the kind of relationship Bea would have had with her father, she liked to assume so. She also liked to assume that she’d get home safely everyday without a scratch, but then there’s Carter.

“Hey wait up!”

The jock seemed to be running ridiculously fast and crashed right into the rear end of Bea’s bicycle, sending her face first into a mount of dirt. The initial impact was enough to boost the blonde straight back up like nothing happened and into a fighting stance, fists out and eyes wild. Very scary Bea. When she realized it was him...well it only pissed her off even more. “What the fuck Carter! You asshole!”

“I’m sorry Bea! Here let me help-”

“No! Move away! You- my bike- I…” Bea groans frustratingly, stepping away from the wreck as she tries to catch her breath. Carter watches her sheepishly, rubbing an envelope between his fingers awkwardly. After a few minutes of painfully uneasy silence he speaks up, “Okay...I didn’t want to ask you this way but I was wonder-”

“Oh, so you practically break my ass and now you want me to do you a favour? Real nice way of communication you have there Mr. Quarterback. What is with you and those freakishly large muscles anyways? Maybe it’s my fault I didn’t hear your avalanche built ass coming from behind.”

“Hey! They are not freakishly large!”

“I hate to break it to you Jackson but mine are significantly more appealing to look at.” Bea smirks widely, flexing her arm as best as she could. It’s a work in progress… just bare with her.

It didn’t take much effort for Carter to break out into a smile and look at her fondly. Maybe there was more to this girl than just being a human dictionary. Well that’s what people called her, and he maybe believed it at first.

Bea noticed the lack of response and shifted awkwardly, clearing her throat. “Listen, its $10 for three pages, $20 for three to ten, I'm not in the over-ten-page biz.”

“No..no I’m not here to cheat!” Carter blurts out. “But I’ll let you know if I do plan on- anyways. I uh..” He hesitates before handing her the envelope. “What’s this?

“Well you see it’s a letter..”

“Yeah but who writes letters these days?”

“I thought it seemed romantic..”

“And I thought women writing Jeffrey Dahmer letters in jail seemed romantic”, Bea says sarcastically, her smile dropping instantly after catching a glimpse of Poppy’s name at the top of the paper. It was like the blood stopped flowing through her body for a few seconds as her mouth went dry. This had to be the work of the so-called God everyone praised in this town, or it was one cruel coincidence. Bea wasn’t sure why seeing her name made her heart beat ten times harder, but it also wasn’t a necessarily uncomfortable feeling…

“I- I can’t help you.”

“But if you just add a few more words-”

“I’m not writing a letter to Poppy Min Sincla- to..to some girl for you. Letters are supposed to be authentic, from the heart, your own words, your...feelings.” Bea hurriedly turns to grab her bike, suddenly losing all interest in being social.

Carter was afraid this would happen. But he was stubborn. “But I can pay more for authentic!”

Too bad Bea was stubborn as well. “Just get a thesaurus...Good luck, Romeo.”

***

Bea sat in her room, strumming away softly at the strings of her guitar. Some of the keys were off but the old thing still worked, and that was good enough for her. She could hear the tv blasting downstairs, her mother most likely watching the news. There’s something about old people and news, were they secretly ogling the news anchors? Just like Bea ogled Poppy any chance she could. The blonde frowned to herself, her eyebrows crunching together in question. What so hard about writing a letter to Poppy? It’s not like it's coming from her. Well it technically is, but Carter is taking the credit and Bea never had a problem with people taking credit for her words. So why did this very thought prove to be such an inconvenience? Lucky for Bea, her mind drifted elsewhere when she heard a painful snap. Even if it wasn’t physically connected to her body, she felt a horrible ache. Slowly peering down at the guitar in her hand, Bea found that the neck of the guitar had miraculously split almost clean off, a splinter of wood just holding it intact. She wanted to scream but nothing really came out, except air of course. Much to her disapproval, this was definitely a result of her strength. Stupid muscles couldn’t contain themselves at the thought of Carter being with Poppy. Now how could that be?

But now she had no guitar. And no guitar means no strings to strum, and no lyrics to sing, and no talent to show at the talent show. Now she was in trouble. Probably because she knew that the only way to get the money to replace the guitar would be through sealing the deal with Carter. Oh fuck it!

***

“One letter. And enough money to buy a new guitar.”

“Deal!”

Bea turns away with a sigh, completely ignoring Carter’s high five. Now all she had to do was write this letter, and pray that Poppy wouldn’t completely consume every fiber of her being in the process.

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anthrofreshtodeath · 4 years

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Pyrite Ch. 18 Alternate

I found this early version of the 18th chapter of Pyrite while cleaning up my computer today. I thought it would be cool to share. :)

“Wow, holding hands,” whistled Dr. Bradley as he watched Jane and Maura stroll into his office.

“Something new we thought we’d try,” Offered Jane, who waited for Maura to sit before taking her own place.

“You two have made some progress, then?” he asked as they all settled in, straightening the neck tie of yet another dapper ensemble. He crossed his legs and readied his notes.

“I think you could say that,” said Maura.

“It’s been two weeks. The homework I gave you must really be helping,” he commented, impressed.

Jane gulped and looked to the ground. “We’ve uh, we’ve been talking a lot, that’s for sure.”

“I take that to mean you weren’t successful in abstaining.”

“Not quite,” Maura answered.

“Well, this is new, and of course, no one is perfect. But have you at least seen a difference? How many times have you had sex since our last meeting?”

Jane coughed some indiscernible number.

What was that?”

“Eight.” she clarified, her face hot.

“Oh. I see,” Dr. Bradley said, trying not to laugh. “Did you even attempt to resist?”

“Define attempt,” said Jane.

Maura rolled her eyes. “She likes to deflect. We were successful three times. But, for the sake of clarity, I must say that there were… extraordinary circumstances that arose right after we saw you last, Dr. Bradley.”

“And what were those circumstances?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Well, Jane… Jane performed surveillance on a murder suspect that week, and it turned into a shots fired situation. She was alone.”

“And you were angry with her?”

“No. It was the opposite, in fact. I was very pleased with her.”

“That is definitely interesting. Why?”

“Because she asked for help, both from her brother and on the radio.”

“And this is new?”

“She never does this. Not when it’s just her. It was… the sign that I was looking for. The sign that she had changed enough, that she had taken me seriously, that I could trust her to do what was necessary for her family.”

“This is… very good,” Dr. Bradley said, “and very lucky, Maura. Usually, people don’t get the external ‘signs’ they seek in order to propel them into action. I’m glad to hear that you got what you were looking for. Jane, did you get what you were looking for?”

“I was… am, looking to get my family back. I think we’re on the way there,” Jane answered.

“Hmm. Now, at our last session, visits with Elena were a sore spot. Are you allowed to see her unsupervised now?”

“Sometimes.”

“I still have some discomfort with that,” Maura cut in. “She is allowed to see her on the weekends, take her to practices and meetings, but I am hesitant to let her pick up Elena from school alone.”

“And this is because picking Elena up from school is what started this whole thing,” Dr. Bradley said.

“Yeah,” Jane responded. “But it’s been two weeks. I don’t expect her to just be comfortable overnight.”

“Speaking of, are you staying overnight?” he asked Jane, seemingly out of left field.

“I’m sorry?”

“At night. Are the two of you sleeping in the same bed?”

“We… have a few times,” Maura answered honestly.

“I’m just asking for clarification. I assume this means that the two of you have made a decision about the future of your relationship.”

“We have,” said Maura. She and Jane shared a perplexed look.

“We would like to get back together,” Jane shrugged. “Sooner rather than later.”

“And how has Elena taken that?” At that question, they shared a mortified one.

***

“He’s right. She deserves to know,” Maura said as she was guided up to the front door with a hand at the small of her back.

“But now?” Jane nearly whined as she fished for her keys.

“Yes. I think it’s best. We’ve known for a week and a half now. It’s not fair to keep it from her when it involves her, you know?”

“I know.” The key turned in the lock, and the two of them walked in to Angela and Elena drawing at the kitchen table. “Hey Ma.”

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” Angela asked, smiling, but not getting up from her seat. Elena, deep in concentration, did not look toward her parents.

“It was good. Thanks for watching Elena while we were out, huh?”

“Of course, you know it’s the highlight of my week.”

“Yeah,” smiled Jane. “Could you uh, give us a second to talk to her?”

Immediately Angela scanned their faces for tears, for the remnants of an argument, for tragedy. She saw none of it, but still nodded cautiously. “Sure. You have a good night, ok?” she said as she kissed Elena’s head, and waved to Jane and Maura as she walked out.

Jane’s mention of a private conversation was enough to pull the girl from her pencil and paper. She sweated as Jane and Maura took seats at her sides, shook her leg in a nervous habit until she could contain it no longer. “Are you getting divorced?” she asked, the last of it coming out more like a wail than a question.

Maura grabbed her hand. “What? No! Why would you think that?”

“Well, my friend at school said that when his parents got divorced, his mom stopped wearing a ring and his Dad made him have a serious talk at the table,” she sniffled, glad to hear that she was wrong, but still on edge.

Jane pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Jesus,” she cursed, taking in a calming breath before speaking to her daughter. “We’re not getting a divorce, kid. We were separated for a little while, but that’s what we wanted to talk to you about.” She looked to Maura, who often claimed to have no skills in social situations, but also proved a way better Elena Giuliana Rizzoli tamer than herself.

Maura turned Elena’s chin towards her and smiled. “My love. Your Mamma and I, well, we have decided not to fight anymore. We’ve decided that it’s time to move on. So, that means that she would eventually be moving back in here with you and I. We want to know your thoughts - as a part of this family, your opinion matters. What do you think about that? Would you like it if she came back to live with us?”

Elena answered only in quiet tears and a slump into Jane’s open arms.

***

“You know, I kind of miss outside lights and yard decorations for christmas,” said Nina, who sat next to Maura on the sofa with their feet curled up and mugs of cocoa in their hands. “I do not miss being the one to put them up, however.”

Maura laughed. “Why do you think I married into this family? They’re so competitive that I never have to call movers, or decorators, or plumbers…”

“Anything with their hands and they’re on it, aren’t they?” Nina asked, a salacious little wiggle of her eyebrows providing the punctuation to her question.

“They are certainly… gifted,” Maura agreed, hiding a blush behind the steam of her drink.

Nina leaned in and whispered, “Like… best you’ve ever had gifted? Because girl. I think it might be up there for me.”

“I’ve had a lot of experience,” Maura said, looking around for little ears before continuing, “but yes. My god, yes. Not even because she’s so athletic, but because she means it. Really, really means it. Every time.”

“Yes! That’s it. They’re so… passionate. I mean it can get annoying out and about in the real world,” Nina replied, and as though to prove her point, they heard a thump and a trail of Italian-American curses from both Jane and Frankie just outside the window.

Maura motioned toward the back of the courtyard as though to say I see exactly what you mean. “Give me a moment, please.”

Nina nodded and bit her lip to stifle a chuckle.

“Hey!” Maura warned as she opened the door to the outside between the guest house and the main house. She saw Jane on a ladder, sucking on her thumb, Frankie standing by with a tangle of lights on his head, and Elena off to the side, laughing at their expense. “I appreciate that this is difficult, but can you watch your language around our child?”

“Oh c’mon Maura, I just stapled the sh…. living daylights out of my hand,” Jane whined. “And it’s not like she hasn’t heard me say bad words before.”

“Yes, I know,” Maura said, in a way that screamed I know all too well, “but don’t normalize the behavior for her.”

“a’right, a’right,” Jane grumbled. “hand me the lights, little brother.”

Frankie did as told, rubbing the welt forming near his hairline from where Jane had dropped the lights on his head, and then held the ladder steady for his sister. “We’re gonna need the current tap soon,” he said.

Jane stood on her tiptoes to reach a spot barely within her arm’s reach, and it exposed her lower belly. Maura licked her lips. “Elena, sweetheart, go into the garage and there should be one next to our stock of lightbulbs. It looks like an electrical outlet and has a pull chain on it,” she ordered gently. “Frankie, there should be another box of lights close by. Help her, would you?”

He nodded, and handed her the current strand. She stood under Jane.

“There a reason you sent all my help away?” Jane asked as she looked down at her wife.

“I’m more than enough help for right now,” asserted Maura with a simper. Jane hummed in agreement. “You know, I had forgotten how much more… charged things are between us when we live together,” she offered.

“An electricity pun right now, Maura? Really?” Jane’s teasing exasperation, mixed with the sharp pound of the staple gun, only served to stoke the fire.

“Not intentional,” she said. “but I do think we should send your brother and Nina on a movie date with our daughter tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Jane asked, her coy tone traveling over icy air with ease.

“Because Christmas is in two weeks and your family is going to be around more than ever,” Maura said. “we need to take every chance to be alone that we can get.”

“I see your point and I appreciate it, trust me. But Frankie and I gotta take Elena to the cages today.”

“What? It’s the middle of winter, not to mention the holiday season!”

“Greatness doesn’t take days off, Maura.”

Maura rolled her eyes. “She’s six.”

“Exactly, and in a month, she’ll be seven. Just think of how good she’ll be at seventeen!” Jane exclaimed, stapling the last of Maura’s lights.

Maura simply pulled Jane down from her perch on the ladder, and then brought them flush against each other. “She should be spending time with her family, my love.”

“Then you and Nina come with us,” Jane offered. “There aren’t any rules saying you can’t.”

Maura pulled back to catch Jane’s face - see if she was serious. “Really?”

“Yeah. I never made you stay home, I just figured you did because you wanted to,” reasoned Jane.

“Then we’ll go together.”

“Great. Hey!” Jane called into the house with Maura still holding close to her, seeing Frankie and Elena walk through the door, and winking at Nina. “Change of plans. We’re having a family outing. Everyone grab a bat!”

Frankie and Nina looked mostly confused, but Elena did not need to be told twice. Jane watched her bound up the stairs and into the supply closet with amusement and more than a little pride.

You’re my Natural, Giuliana Ballgame.

#rizzles #rizzoli and isles #Lauren writes Rizzoli and isles fanfiction #pyrite #DanteBeatrice77

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sonicringbond · 4 years

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Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 7

And the longest scene to date since the prologue, and it actually sets up a villain for the series moving forward. Well, one of many planned villains, but they are the first. They also are not an original character, but another repurposed game character. I'm really curious though how many people will recognize them though. Well, best way to find out is to let everyone get to reading...

Scene Prompt(s): No Prompt

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“Right, Rosy-lass, then this is your lad, is he? He doesn’t look all that impressive to me.”

The voice that croaked out and pulled Sonic’s consciousness back was not familiar, but something about the way he spoke felt demeaning and Sonic forced an eye open. He was still floating in the water, but he no longer seemed to be in the massive basin and labyrinth of water channels. The corridor he was floating down was much humbler in a way, and even the ancient brickwork could be made out in the water-carried light. The lanky frog who grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the water was also clearly visible. Rosy was not, though Sonic would recognize her voice anywhere and smiled to himself as neither the frog nor Rosy seemed to realize he was awake yet.

“Well, water is kind of Sonic’s big weakness. I’ve been trying to help him with it, but he’s just so stubborn about it.’’

“You’re one to talk kid,” Sonic revealed his conscious state with a jab at Rosy. It did not net him the result he was expecting though and Rosy embraced him in a fierce bearhug as he still was supported by the frog.

“Sonic! I’m so glad we caught up with you!”

“Grk! Amy, can’t breathe!”

“Amy?” the frog queried with a peering glance at Rosy.

“Oh, don’t mind that Gill. It’s just my regular old plain name. Rosy is my adventurer name and I much rather prefer it, but Sonic just refuses to use it.” Turning a pouty scowl onto Sonic, the pink hedgehog received an awkward smile in return, at least for a moment as Sonic turned to business. In a way.

“Only you though kid,” he began with a jest as Rosy let him go and stepped back. “In the middle of nowhere and in a hidden underground ruin at that you find someone to make friends with. I think I might actually be impressed this time though.”

“Hee-hee,” Rosy giggled and hid her mouth behind a hand as she swayed back and forth. “It would have been nice if Gill and I had met at a slightly better time.”

“Gill, huh…?” Sonic turned a sidelong look toward the frog as he stepped away from him.

“Mach Frog Gill Bradley,” Gill corrected Sonic and managed to earn Rosy’s playful ire.

“Hey, you didn’t give your full name either so you can’t be mad at me!”

“Well, Rosy-lass, I use my name carefully as I have enemies and friends and they use them differently.”

“Is that so?” Sonic queried and rubbed his nose. Before giving Gill the chance to answer however he extended his other hand in greeting and smirked. “Well nice to meet you Mach. Name’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.”

Gill was taken aback at Sonic’s brazenness, or at least that is how it appeared to Rosy who failed to understand the smile the frog donned. “Mach is it now. I must say Rosy-lass, I like your lad a fair bit here.”

Sonic smirked again as Gill took his hand and the two shared a firm handshake. Continuing to rub his nose, Sonic shifted to a different question. “And what’s the deal with calling me the kid’s lad?”

“Well, the lass called you her ‘boyfriend’ so that rightfully makes you her lad.”

“You told him what!” Sonic spun on the spot to throw an incredulous look at Rosy who simply giggled and swayed her body about.

“Aw, come on Sonic, I was just having a little bit of fun. Besides, we’re destined lovers after all, so what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that I make my own destiny, and my reputation is going to get all messed up if people go around thinking we’re a thing.”

“Well, it looks like it to me lad.”

“You see my point kid?” Sonic groaned as Gill seemed fully convinced that he and Rosy were an actual couple. Not even bothering to wait for an answer though Sonic raised a hand and began walking off. “But whatever. Now that you and I know the other’s alright let’s put this place behind us. And I guess your friend can follow if he doesn’t slow me down.”

“Is that a challenge now lad? Mach Frog Gill Bradley doesn’t often back down from a challenge.”

“Boys!” Rosy shouted exasperated at them both. “We aren’t done yet. Did you forget Sonic? We still need to find an Ancient Ring and I know for a fact that there is one down here.”

Holding up a tarot card Rosy revealed to Gill that she had been dowsing for more than just Sonic who realized that she had yet to give up. In a match of pure stubbornness though he was no match for Rosy and even Gill could not escape. Soon the labyrinth and army of golems led the three to a flower garden adorned with ancient statues with features long lost to time. All except one which rested a short way from the center of a massive overgrown plaza. Before it was a plaque with script similar to what Sonic and Rosy had seen before, and more importantly a single Ring spinning on its axis just above the ground and in the statue’s direct line of sight.

“Well, ain’t this an unusual sight?” Gill probed for a reaction as he strolled alongside Sonic and Rosy into the plaza. That they had slowed down told him that the sight before him was likely a trap and was surprised when he saw Rosy skip out and start looking around. “Now wait a right minute Rosy-lass–”

“I would leave her too it,” Sonic put a hand on Gill’s shoulder to calm the frog down. “From what I know she used to do this thing all the time before we met. And she’s got intuition like you wouldn’t believe.”

“A lass’ intuition is it then.”

“Call it my girlish intuition,” Rosy called back into the conversation about her with a laugh. The two boys exchanged looks and a shrug but did not speak up allowing Rosy to continue as she waved them over. “And it’s safe. It’s really weird actually. There aren’t any traps or really any sign that anyone has been here. Not even the golems. And I thought they’d keep chasing us for sure.”

“Heh, I wouldn’t worry about it kid,” Sonic dismissed the oddity of the situation as he led Gill down towards the singular Ring in the plaza. “That statue there just might be an image to whatever god the people who built this place worship.”

“You think so, Sonic?” Rosy asked doubtfully as she looked at the statue. Pressing a finger into her cheek she noted its stance seemed to be that of a prisoner, with arms pulled up and back. The shackles around its wrists seemed all that remained of whatever chains had long ago symbolically bound it. But the massive cog around its neck like a collar for its robes seemed even more peculiar. It was massive enough to hide most of the statue’s head as well save the eyes which peaked over it, and the three long quills that rose well above it and curled ever so slightly back. “I don’t know. It doesn’t look like it was here to be worshipped. I think it might have been a warning.

“Well I’m sure you can let us know as soon as you use that Ancient Ring,” Rosy cheerful switched from confusion to anticipation and swayed her body about while smiling brightly at Sonic.

Rosy’s shift in focus earned her Gill’s curiosity and he voiced a question he doubted would be answered. “What do you mean use the Ring Rosy-lass. There isn’t much use for a Ring in a place like this. I say we snatch it and be on our right way.”

“Funny that’d I say this, but not so fast Mach. She dragged us down here for a reason and I’d hate to disappoint her now.”

Ignoring Gill’s questioning eyes, Sonic strode up to the Ring and took it in hand. Turning it over and studying it carefully he saw exactly what Rosy already believed was there with all her heart. After all, her tarot cards would never lead her astray.

“Heh, I really don’t know how you do it kid. But someone was nice enough to scribble on this old Ring and prove it. It’s definitely an Ancient Ring, and just the one we needed.”

“Of course, silly,” Rosy laughed and shook a finger playfully at Sonic. She quickly shifted to clasping her hands in front of her however and looking at Sonic excitedly as her tail began to wag energetically. “Now hurry up! I want to know what the sign says!”

“Whatever kid,” Sonic waved her off, but still made his way up to the plaque. Looking up past it to the statue Sonic rubbed his nose as he felt a sneeze coming on. ‘And what makes you so dangerous?’ Sonic questioned it with a thought before feeling it looked familiar in a way.

“Hey kid,” looking back at Rosy, Sonic pointed a thumb at the statue. “Doesn’t it kind of remind you of someone?”

“Hmm?” Rosy tilted her head and inquisitively stepped forward as she looked at the statue closer. Her eyes lit up in surprise and recognition a moment later. “Oh! It looks like an echidna!”

“You think so too, huh?” Sonic continued to rub his nose as he looked back at the statue. ‘Yeah, you are definitely giving me the creeps buddy.’

Looking down at the plaque that likely held his answers Sonic noted a set of characters that resembled a language he did know and he smirked. Twirling the Ring around his fingers he contemplated aloud departing. “I’m thinking maybe we should leave old Ix here alone. I’d hate to wake him only to tell Knuckles I put down a possible relative when we get back home.”

“Sonic! That’s not funny!” Rosy chided Sonic who simply laughed her cute fury off. She did not relent, however. “Knuckles doesn’t talk about it, but I’m sure being the last of his kind is something that really bothers him. And besides, this is just a statue and maybe another golem at worst. It’d be a lot better if you used the Ring so you can read what the people here left behind. Maybe there’s something that would convince Knuckles to leave Angel Island or at least tell him he isn’t really alone.”

“Alright kid, I get it.” Sonic again waved off Rosy, but still rubbed his nose. ‘Weird that you haven’t picked anything up though. This is normally your type of thing unless it’s just my hay fever.’

Sonic found himself doubting his own senses as Rosy’s intuition did not seem to detect even a hint of danger. Looking at the statue one last time Sonic shrugged. ‘Well, whatever. I’ve handled echidnas and statues both before so what difference does it make.’

His mind finally made up, Sonic again took a firm grip on the Ancient Ring and pressed it to the plaque. Unlike the last time he had attempted to make a Ring Bond with the ancient script, this time the Ring Bond came to life. Gill unfolded his arms as he stared bewildered at the scene before him.

“What exactly are you doing lad? Is that Ring Craft?”

“Ring Craft? Rosy looked back puzzled at Gill who looked more than a little a terrified.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Mach. This is just a little trick I picked up a long time ago. And one with disappointing results today.”

“Really?” Rosy questioned turning her curious gaze onto Sonic as the motes of light the Ring had dissipated into were absorbed by Sonic’s body.

“Yeah. It’s just like you said kid,” Sonic confirmed Rosy’s prior assumption. “It’s just a warning. Looks like there’s nothing here but some old history. Maybe Zooey would be interested though. I think I can afford to spend a Ring to give her a call.”

“Wait a right minute lad,” Gill attempted to cut Sonic off. “How was that not Ring Craft like the old tales speak of. You touched the plaque with a Ring and now you can read the ancient script?”

“Hm, looks like Zooey was trying to get in touch with me for a while,” Sonic ignored Gill as he rolled his glove cuff forward to look at the wrist mounted device underneath it. Pressing a button on it he spoke up to someone who was far from present. “Hey Zooey, the kid and I–”

-Sonic! What happened. Oh, never mind it’s horrible! Oh, Sonic you have to do something!-

“Woah, Zooey, what’s the matter?”

-Sonic! It’s… Sonic! It’s Tails!-

Scene 7 · CLEARED

The Prisoner, End

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And there we go, time for a hard shift back to the current villains, but at least for how I imagine things for now the Battle Kukku Armada should be more small time pests compared to my take on Pir'Oth Ix. He's obviously out of commission right now, but he'll be active soon enough. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and I wonder how many of you recognized him before getting this far down or taking a peak at the tags. Anyway, one more scene from last week to post so I'll you see everyone in a bit.

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Sonic Ring Bond AU by Sonic Fan J @ sonicfanj.tumblr.com and deviantart.com/sonicfanj/Joshua D. Tarwater on Twitter @JoshTarwater.

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its-the-fifth-horseman · 7 years

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Chapter 6: “Christened on Tuesday” - Part 3

7:23 PM,

Tuesday,

18th November 1952,

Eve’s Flow Hills,

Green Valley Town,

West Aeston Peak,

Valendria, Novus Stellar

[Distant ticking sound]

Somewhere within the depths of the darkness that they're about to descend into, the familiar sound of a ticking clock can be heard.

[Distant ticking sound]

“This basement sure is deep..” said Tommy as he was slowly going down the stairs followed by Bradley.

“I don't think this is a basement..”

“What do you mean it's not a basement?”

[Banging sound]

Bradley just banged the metallic wall with his hand.

“Metal walls..metal door..Tommy..this is what they call a bunker..or at least it looks like it..” said Bradley as he flashes his light towards the far end of the staircase.

“What's a bunker?”

“You know..like..those underground rooms..like the ones they kept talking about on the radio and television..”

“Owh..you mean like that war thing that's going on?..”

“[Chuckling]..you should really start taking interest in the big man’s world, Tommy..yeah..it's a war alright..they call it the cold war or something..”

“Cold? Why? Is it in winter?”

“[Laughing]..sometimes I'm not even sure if I should take you seriously, man..and no..it has nothing to do with winter..it's something like when people fight and they don't talk to each other for a very long time..at least that's what my pops told me..”

“Your pops sounds like a very wise man.”

“Indeed he is, Tommy, indeed he is..”

By then, both of them have already reached the bottom of the staircase. In front of them was a dark hallway that seems to stretch infinitely in the dark.

[Clicking sound]

They shielded their eyes with their hands when Bradley flipped a switch by the wall.

“God..I'm blind as a bat..” said Tommy. Both of them then switched off their flashlights.

When their eyes have re-adjusted to the light, the sight before them brings more pieces to the puzzle. Not only was the chamber made of metal, the ceiling was also as also higher than the rooms upstairs.

[Cracking sound]

Tommy was slightly startled when some debris fell from above. He shone his light on the ceiling but there was nothing there. He can’t help but noticed the peculiar texture of the material around him. At the end of the hallway that was at least 5 doors away, was another chamber that was covered in darkness.

“Where do you think it leads?” asked Tommy.

“Only one way to find out..” replied Bradley.

Cautiously, they walk towards the darkened end of the hallway. Every step they took seemed to echo in their surroundings.

[Footsteps sound]

[Distant ticking sound]

With every step they take, the ticking sound became louder and louder.

[Ticking sound]

[Footsteps sound]

Seconds later, they finally reached the edge of the darkness in front of them.

[Clicking sound]

“Hail to the Lords of Szotania..” said Tommy after Bradley hit another switch on the wall.

The room in front of them was as big as the living room in his house with the exception of windows and only two doors at the other end of the room. It wasn't the discovery of the room itself that was surprising as much as what's in it. Right from where they stood up until the far end, on every corner and on every side of the room was filled with mannequin parts, clothes on racks, sawdust, bits and pieces of what appears to be parts of toys that were unfinished and tools on a workbench near one of the door at the far end. There was no way for them to understand what was going on, on a first impression.

“What is this place?” asked Tommy.

“This is one weird bunker..” said Bradley as he was moving closer to the bigger cluster of wooden human body parts that was being piled against the wall in front of them. He stepped on something but didn't notice it. Tommy on the other hand was looking at the workbench on his far right. Seconds later, he started to walk in that direction.

[Ticking sound]

“What is all these?” asked Bradley as he was looking and inspecting the wooden mannequin parts.

“They're mannequins, gen..”

“I know what they are, genius..I'm asking what are they doing down here?”

“If only we have the answers to everything, Brad, we would be the masters of the universe..”

“You and your comic references..”

“It's actually my own words..I have quotes too you know..[Chuckling]..”

“[Chuckling]..yeah yeah..everyone's a poet these days..”

“Don't you mean a philosopher?”

“Shut up..just..just keep looking whatever it is you're looking for..” said Bradley with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

[Chuckling sound]

Tommy then looks at the workbench. A toolbox, some scattered tools and a box containing some strings and needles were on top of it.

“Hmm..”

[Cracking sound]

Some debris fell nearby but he paid no attention to it. He then took a seat on a high stool before noticing a piece of paper laying on the floor. He picked it up.

“What the hell is this..” thought Tommy as he was reading the words written on it. The language was understandable enough, but he was completely lost on its meaning. He was about to call Bradley but finally decided to just put the note inside his pocket for the moment.

“Why does it feel like I'm missing something..” thought Tommy while looking at the semi-empty spot in front of him.

[Ticking sound]

Tommy turned his attention towards a nearby wall. A plain circular clock with black outline and white background was showing the time. Due to the silence in the metal chamber, the ticking sound echoes rather significantly.

[Ticking sound]

Tommy then looks at the door in front of him.

[Cracking sound]

He immediately looked down to check if he had stepped on anything. Aside from a rather dirty and dull appearance of the floor, there wasn't anything else to warrant his attention. He then turned towards the door again. Suddenly, he felt a rather tingling sensation behind his ear.

“Crutz!”

His hand immediately went for his left ear and started smacking and brushing it as he jumped from his seat.

[Laughing sound]

Tommy was less than amused. Bradley was holding what appears to be a big black tarantula toy, complete with furs and fangs.

[Laughing sound]

“Where..where did you get that?”

“[Laughing]..oh man..[Laughing]..sorry..[Laughing]..they were..they were on the floor..along with some other weird..stuff..I guess..this one looks rather realistic..wonder why we never see it in the store..”

Tommy was still keeping his distance.

“God, I hate spiders..”

While Bradley was still laughing to his own amusement, Tommy noticed something else on the floor.

“Brad..”

“[Laughing]..yeah?”

“Did you just stepped on something on your way in here?”

“I don't think so..why?..did I..”

Bradley then became just as surprised as Tommy when he looked down on the floor.

Right from where he stood near the mannequins and up until where he was standing now were shoe prints that were reddish in color.

“What the..”

Both of their eyes were moving back and forth as they were trying to make sense of the situation.

“I..I swear by the Sevens Seas that I didn't step on anything!..honest to God, man!..”

Tommy then went towards one of the red shoe prints before bending down and inspecting it.

“This looks like..I don't know..blood?” said Tommy.

Bradley suddenly looked terrified.

[Laughing sound]

“Right back at cha’, daddy-o..[Laughing]”

Bradley felt relieved.

“Haha..yeah you got me..”

[Laughing sound]

The laughter was short-lived when both of them heard a sound. Something just fell to the floor near the workbench. Both of them turned their attention towards it.

“What was that?” asked Bradley.

Tommy immediately got up and walked back towards the workbench. He then bent down to pick up something.

“Wha..what is it Tommy?”

“Hmm..”

Tommy slowly turns around. In his hand was a pair of broken glasses.

“Where did that come from?”

Tommy just shrugged.

“I don't know..probably from this table..” said Tommy as he was inspecting the workbench again. At that moment, something else fell to the ground and he barely avoided it.

“What the..”

He looks down again. More debris just fell from the ceiling. That prompted him to look up.

“Huh?..”

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