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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Inside Jokes and References in the Full Bios

Mainly for @spacelizardtrashboys and @kuruumiya

Also: Any time strikethrough text is used it's because it's meant to be secret information, for example on the small bios any time 'Lucifarian' truly isn't their last name their is strikethrough test after saying that it's not their real name. This is to say that no matter what is written or if it's strikethrough text or not, it is there for a reason.

Damien - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for him refers back to his 'King of Hell' gimmick, as does his middle name, Rex means king.

He's protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective over the gimmicks for the girls. He's an old, old school guy so he enjoys card games with the boys.

He's supposed to sound like a young Hugh Laurie, mainly because if I heard a young Hugh Laurie say Damien's bio quote I wouldn't be able to take him seriously.

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to (a) him being the king of hell and (b) the seventh circle is for violence, and well, he's a wrestler, that's a pretty violent job.

He calls fans both 'peasants' and his 'loyal subjects' because he's like an asshole-ish king who'd quickly be dethroned if they rebelled.

Vickie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for her refers back to her gimmick along with the old saying 'pride comes before the fall'.

She's called 'Victoria' because of both (a) it meaning victory and (b) the fact that Queen Victoria ruled back when Britain had an empire, then the empire fell (as in pride [Vickie] before a fall)

Both Her and Damien are born in August and are the only two to share a birth month as they are Father and Daughter (non-kayfabe, as in they share DNA)

She's raised Christian as back when she was growing up England was a lot more Christian than when she became an adult so she got lax in her beliefs

Her personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

She's the type of person who makes sure EVERY little detail of her matches and promos are PERFECT to the point that she will control what other people do or say, down to the moment it's said/done and the way it's said/done

She only likes the other D.O.D (Daughters of Darkness) members because she has only made enemies in the short while they've been in the company, she especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele because of his very messy style going against her 'everything should be perfect' views

She's the leader, the brain and the mouth because of her control over the group, if she let them have more control, there might be less arguments about her amount of control

Her named moves are also references to both her gimmick and other things. Beheader is named because of the Tudor monarchs of England having kind of a thing for killing people in this way (ex. Henry VIII).

Lineage Ender is named that because if she ever botches that one specific move (it'll make sense in context/ she does it during a training scene) it could end either her own Lineage or the person she's doing it to.

Lion's den is called that because she traps them in a near-inescapable crucifix pin, and normally if someone goes into a den of Lions, they aren't escaping in one piece.

Family Pride is named that because not only is her gimmick the sin of pride, but she's got pride in her family and she's her dad's 'pride and joy' because she's his only child.

Wish for this (her main finishing move) is called that because it's an inside joke of "you're gonna 'wish for this' to be over soon"

As she's Damien's blood daughter, a 'prodigal son' joke seemed somewhat appropriate.

Billie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the Guerreros and the whole 'Latin lover' trope

She was born in February because of Valentine's day, hence why her birthday is two days before the 14th

She's 1/2 Cuban (just in general - both Mexican and Cuban culture is interesting to me) But she's 1/2 Cuban in case I ever need to write for Razor Ramon, I can get away with making the joke of 'my Cuban accent's better than yours'.

Her casual style is 'Suggestive' because how else is Lust supposed to dress.

She dislikes Hulk Hogan because she finds him incredibly annoying and she dislikes Jesse Ventura because she dislikes his fashion choices.

I imagine her uncle Hugo looks like Luis Guzman and her dad's like Raul Julia. Try to imagine those two wrestling as a luchador tag team.

Her mother was basically a valet to her dad, which was usually Billie's role before she was part of the D.O.D.

Her move name references are all song references: Love me Tender - Elvis' song of the same name, Personal Aphrodite - a reference to / joke on 'Personal Jesus', Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye's song of the same name.

Also, I hope to eventually use the joke 'The Babe, the babe with the power,' 'What power?' 'Power of voodoo' 'Who do?' 'You do' 'Do what?' 'Remind me of the babe' because of one of her commentary nicknames being 'The Babe'

P.G - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is in reference to her being greed and (right at the start of the story) her thoughts on money actually being able to buy her happiness

her surname 'Voronin' means crow, and well, crows like shiny things, like money

she wears 'fancy but simple' clothing because if she bought designer clothes she'd be in debt, but she still wants to look like she has more money than everyone else

she's cowardly in a Jimmy Hart way, she'll piss someone off during a promo and run away once she feels like she's in danger

she's a showman because she's more show than work, meaning she works exceptionally quick matches.

Her moves are basically jokes on the fact that she is greed, such as Gold-digger and Diamond Ring. However, Money Maker is also a joke on the fact that it's a facebuster and usually an actor's face is called their 'money maker'

She hates Hulk Hogan and Sgt slaughter because of how patriotic they are

Kirby - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to (a) the fact that she's Gluttony, (b) her being the only one who wears a mask constantly and (c) her basically being the group's scare tactic against people who think they can push them around.

I am planning on eventually making her a part of the machines, maybe as a valet, maybe as a wrestler, not 100% sure as of right now

Her mother is the Norwegian-Scottish one and her father is the Irish-Welsh one

She is the tallest (not the heaviest, that's Damien) but she's still 9 inches shorter than André.

She's willing to bleed hardway, but hates blading

She hates Big John Studd because of his disrespect, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's obnoxiously 'American', she dislikes Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid because they are so insistent on calling her '1/4 Icelandic' whenever she talks about being 1/4 Norwegian. She hates Brutus Beefcake because he's just 'so, so much' energy-wise.

She's always been tall, always shorter than André though, she was 5'6" when she was 12, which is still taller than Sam, P.G and Eli.

Kirby's the best at using folk tales and mythology references in her promos and still keeping them dark and scary.

Her speaking voice is Jessica Hynes, but I imagine her singing voice (which will be important later) to be that of Deee-lite's Lady Miss Kier. On that note, I will be putting up a post on this part of the fic's canon.

Feeding Frenzy is meant to look similar to Roddy's wild punches, hence the 'frenzy' part of the name.

Organ grinder is named because it's meant to look really hard (like she's putting all her force and weight into it) as if she's grinding her opponents organs

Hungry for Blood is an in-joke of during her toughest matches she seems hungry to give the fans the sight of blood

Consummation is a joke of 'the match will soon be over, the match will soon be concluded, or consummated' not the sex-based meaning of that word.

Number of the beast, which is 666, is a reference to the 619, and is a modified 619 basically.

Vampire's Bite is a reference to her sitout jawbreaker looking like she could possibly bite someone's neck, like a vampire, as she performs the move

I didn't want to call her chops, chops, so I made a joke of 'oh it's chopping, like a butcher's knife'

Overfeeding is another basic gluttony reference. Cheshire Grin is a facelock-based joke. Let Them Eat Cake is a butt=cake joke

The ogress is a thinly-veiled way of the commentary team calling her ugly, because why else would she be the only one in a mask

Holly - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is written that way because I always wanted her to sound like she comes from New Jersey

She's very cuddly towards the rest of the D.O.D and thus gets called a teddy bear by the others

She's Pansexual because she doesn't care what your gender is, she loves people just being themselves

She's the only ginger because I've never seen a ginger wrestler from New Jersey

She was raised Catholic but lost her faith upon realising how bad gay people are treated by the church (Holly literally just goes "Y'all it is 1984, how are y'all gonna reject people based on who they love?")

Holly's very much the person who'll ask permission to cut a promo on someone but won't tell them how harsh she's going to be

She's the group's mom friend (mum friend?)

Before she started travelling with another member of the group (Holly travels with Sam a lot) she would accidentally no-show events

She does accidentally give incredibly stiff shots

Holly likes Gorilla Monsoon because their friendship is very much a weird pseudo-dad-daughter friendship, so basically, she's using him as her new dad

Her voice is Angie Harmon because I think Harmon sounds like a badass from New Jersey

Naptime, Dirt Nap and Lullaby are jokes of 'I'm gonna knock you out'

Eli - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a joke of 'this is why she doesn't do a lot of promos'

She's the most likely to be on one of those 'too hot for TV' blooper reels from her promos

Both she and Sam hate people taller than them

Sam - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the fact that her tattoos are her 'masterpiece'

she dresses athletically because she's always ready for a fight, especially because she's usually the one picking fights

She likes Lou because he's like a crazy uncle to her and she likes George Steele because, unlike Vickie, she likes the wild man side of his gimmick

She's voiced by Melissa Etheridge because she's still feminine but is the most masculine sounding

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sylvesterbarzey · 4 years

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A splatter of blood found its way onto the only family photo Mama Briggs had of her boys and the girl. The Girl was a very disrespectful nickname for her daughter-in-law, but Mama Briggs was seventy-five years old and had no plans of undergoing any changes, anytime soon. However, it's always been a commonly known fact in the Briggs household, that fate never sticks to the plans you make.

"Give me the fucking gun, Pete!" Robert shouted. A head came tumbling across his black boots. Not even a second later, Robert's steel toe boot caved in the chest of the headless zombie, who was once Mama Briggs' favorite doctor, who oddly enough in 2019, still made late-night house calls. The blood spurting corpse was sent flying into a nearby wall. Robert's deep, umber, brown hand tightened around the wooden handle of his hatchet; with his free hand, he started pounding on the hallway closet.

"No! I don't want any part of this!" Peter shouted. His hands tightly held the metal doorknob from inside the closet. This was an event that occurred in the Briggs household, many times throughout Peter and Robert's childhood. Peter would cause some kind of a mess and hide away from it all, surrounded by the claustrophobic walls of the linen closet. All the while his older brother, Robert, would be cursing and threatening Peter with bodily harm from the outside. The only difference between then and now was they weren't boys anymore. Robert had a family of his own with The Girl. Also, one notable difference was, the event that led to this new closet encounter, had nothing to do with Peter. The world was falling apart due to an unknown virus that was turning people into rabid killers...better known as zombies.

"Pete, I'm not fucking playing with you! You tell me where that gun is or I'll crack your fucking head open like an egg!" Robert shouted before sending a strong kick into the door that caused Peter to tumble into the towels, knocking them all over.

"Listen, I know you have some built up issues," Peter said softly. "Yeah, she did love me more. And yeah, we forget your ninth birthday, but to be fair, you didn't have any friends." Peter said.

Robert rolled his eyes and took a step back from the closet door, "What the hell are you going on about?" Robert asked. Peter's ear pressed up against the door; he could hear Robert's footsteps along the wooden hallway. The closet door opened slowly. Only far enough for Peter to get a peek at his brother, who was walking toward Mama Briggs' locked bedroom door. The closet door flung open. Peter leaped in front of Robert, placing himself between his brother and his Mama.

"I'm talking about this hate you've built up against her for years now! You think people don't see it..." Peter said he waved his index finger from side to side in Robert's face, "But oh boy, do we see it. You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag, big brother." Peter said. His hazel eyes glared at Robert, "You can't fight hate with hate." Peter whispered. Peter and Robert stood silently in a brotherly stare down until Robert lifted up his hatchet, placing the bloody blade in the middle of their faces and causing Peter's eyes to break away.

"Pete, I love you. With all my heart. Why I don't know." Robert said and then sighed, "But, it's the only reason I'm giving you this chance." Robert smiled, "Move or I'll be burying two bodies tonight." Peter's hands slowly went up and he cautiously stepped aside.

"Well when you put it that way, how could I argue?" Peter said. Robert's fingers wrapped around the doorknob. He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what was about to go down. It wasn't often a son had to drive a blade into his mother's skull. Something like that would certainly create a whole new form of PTSD in the former soldier. Robert closed his eyes, but then, a loud bang was heard causing them to jolt back open.

"What the hell was that?" Robert asked. It was a foolish question, he knew that bang. That bang used to be his best friend and worst enemy. It was a warning alarm, letting him know that shit was hitting the fan and that Robert had to go into fighting mode. That bang was a gunshot, Robert knew that in his soul. His eyes searched for Peter, but he was nowhere to be found. "Pete?" Robert said softly.

The closet door opened and Peter's head poked out, "What?" Peter asked. There was an annoyed and puzzled look on Peter's face as he stared at Robert. Peter wasn't the smartest person in the world, nor was he the strongest, in fact, the man had a list full of flaws that started with: dropping out of college and ended with living with his mother. Although even with those flaws Peter had one thing going for him, the man was fast. Which was beneficial in a world full of zombies and for living a long cowardly life.

"What are you doing in there?" Robert asked.

Peter rolled his eyes, "I'm counting the towels. We got ten!" Peter hissed, "What you think I'm doing?" Robert took a step toward the closet and Peter quickly pulled the door closed.

"Get out of there, right now!" Robert sternly replied.

Peter shook his head, "No! Not everyone can play Paul Bunyan swinging an axe and shit." Peter said.

Robert sighed and put his hand on the closet door, "Listen, you can have the hatchet, just tell me where the gun is." Robert said softly.

"Umm, let me think about that. How about, no!" Peter shouted. Robert sent his steel toe flying, cracking the white wooden door.

"Sometimes you can be a little bitch, you know that?" Robert replied.

"I know that and I'm fine with it. Because this little bitch will live to carry on the Briggs family name. Now get to getting and find out what the hell is going on." Peter said. Robert looked at the closet door and found himself questioning why he ever asked Santa for a little brother; he would have been better off with a bike or a loyal puppy. Robert's shoulder dragged along on the wall. His body hugged the wallpaper, while he got closer to the corner. Robert could hear the smooth baseline of his heartbeat, dancing along with his calming breaths. It was a sad thing to say, but once again, Robert was at a point in his life where he was getting used to facing off with death. His fingers crept along the wall. They got closer to the edge. This was it. The last dim lightbulb of the living room ceiling fan created shadows all throughout the area. Robert listened to the shuffling. The hatchet slowly rose. Then Robert shot around the corner into the living room.

The bloodstained blade came down half an inch before he heard, "What the fuck, Dad!" Jordan screamed. The short, nappy haired boy was on the floor with his left hand raised to block the attack. What good his soft brown skin would have been against the blood-stained blade was a question his father would never ask.

"Watch your mouth, and what the hell are you doing out here? I told you to stay in the bathroom!" Robert shouted. Jordan got to his feet and started dusting himself off. As his hands ran down his Black Panther tee-shirt, Robert noticed the black handle sticking out from Jordan's waistband.

"I heard shouting," Jordan answered.

"What are you doing with that?" Robert asked, and pointed the hatchet blade at the gun that bulged from Jordan's hip. The boy raised an eyebrow at the question, he wasn't sure if it was the tone or the overall air of stupidity surrounding it; however, something about it seemed to irritate, the hell out of Jordan. He pulled out the gun quickly. The barrel seemed to nonchalantly point towards his father's lower body.

"I found it, under the sink. It's for protection." Jordan said. Robert watched as his son did his best to walk past him with his new metal companion. Yet, Robert's hand shot out blocking Jordan's escape. Robert closed his eyes and tried to remember a time when his son's answer wasn't so easily expected. Fighting wasn't new to Robert. He had been doing it all his life. From protecting Peter on the playground to protecting the nation overseas. Fighting came all too natural to both him and The Girl. But, no matter how normal it was for them, Robert didn't want it to be the norm for Jordan.

"You don't need protection. Not when you got me, little man." Robert said. He looked down at Jordan and smiled, "Because Pops is a what?" Jordan's eyes rolled, he didn't feel like partaking in any cute little guessing games. Not only was he no longer five but there was no longer anything remotely cute about this new era of life. "Come on, Pops is a what?" Robert said softly, their hazel eyes locked and Jordan let out a light sigh.

"A super soldier," Jordan said softly. Robert laughed and nodded as he held out his hand,

"The best damn one there is, now let me have that gun. " Robert said.

"If you're that good, then why couldn't you save mom?" Jordan replied, and he placed the handle of the gun into his father's open palm. It was the event that turned the whole family upside down. An event that sent a man running home to his mother and left a boy internally longing to do the same.

* * *

Twas the day of the outbreak. Reports of crazed people running wild throughout the state were all over the television. The news chopper had a clear shot of a bumper to bumper freeway, which wasn't all that new in the Gwinnett area, but this time people weren't just sitting and honking their horns. They were abandoning their cars and running for their lives. Fires could be seen. Screams could be heard and like a broken bloody wave, the camera showed a mass of infected, speeding through the gaps in the cars. The phone rang and Robert answered before a second ring got a chance to be heard.

"Catherine!" Robert shouted frantically into the phone.

"Babe, shit is fucking crazy, right now," Catherine said.

"That's an understatement. Please tell me you're right down the street." Robert said.

"Yeah, I'm at the light," Catherine said softly. Robert closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face. They had been married for eight years, and in that time they learned closed to everything about one another. Catherine knew about Robert's addiction to caramel popcorn, that caused him to start a minor fire in the kitchen one July night, and Robert knew that Catherine was a shitty liar.

"You're on the highway aren't you?" Robert asked.

"Yeaaah," Catherine said.

"Cat, what the hell!" Robert shouted.

"Don't fucking yell at me! I'm sorry, had I known ahead of time that the world was gonna fall apart, I would have left work sooner!" Catherine shouted.

"I'm coming to get you," Robert said. He knew how it sounded, like some knight in brightly polished male ego armor, looking to save his woman from the dragon's claws. Robert was impulsive. If something needed to be done, it got done right then and there. Catherine was the brains behind the family, she looked at every angle of a problem and Robert knew from her deep sigh, that his response wasn't the answer to their current dilemma.

"Yeah, you're not doing that. I'll be home in time for dinner. Then we can figure out what we're gonna do." She said softly.

"Catherine-" Robert's words were cut short by Catherine's laughter.

"We've seen worse than this overseas. Don't punk out on me now, Briggs." She said softly. Catherine had three deployments under her belt and they weren't any cake walks, but the enemy at the time, also weren't hordes of infected people with one unified goal of eating anyone and everyone they came across. She didn't want to admit it and knowing her she never would, but she was scared. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be babe," Catherine said softly.

Robert closed his eyes and dropped back onto the couch, "So, what do you want me to do? Just sit and wait?" Robert asked.

"No, I'd tell you to pack but I'd end up repacking anyway, so just get dinner together and-" This time it was Catherine who was cut off, but sweet laughter wasn't the cause of her abrupt pause. Robert could hear screams coming from the receiver, he shot up to his feet.

"Catherine!" He shouted.

"Fuck!" Catherine shouted and like that the call ended. Robert was left staring dumbfounded at the cell phone in his hand. When he turned around, Jordan was standing at the bottom of the staircase.

"Is mom alright?" Jordan asked softly.

* * *

The chamber of the gun flipped open and Robert stared at the six bullets for a moment. The gun only held six so that loud blast couldn't have been Jordan. Robert's eyes gazed upon his son and the two stared each other down. There was no real way to answer that question and Jordan knew that. It was far from fair to place all that blame on his father's shoulders, but he didn't care. Jordan needed someone or something to blame because he couldn't understand how his mother could be there one minute and gone the next. If Jordan was honest, he didn't believe it. Robert watched Jordan disappear down the hallway. He flipped the handgun closed and then tucked it in the front of his pants. Jordan asked that question every now and then, just as a way to take a jab at his father, but Robert asked himself that same question every waking moment.

"Oh, Uncle Peter! Guess what your favorite nephew found." Robert sang.

Peter pounded his head into the door slightly, "Damn," he said to himself. "I don't have favorites, it's not fair to the others!" Peter shouted. Jordan pulled open the closet door and Peter waved with a smile, "Hey, Jay-Dog. How's life treating you?" Jordan shook his head and waited as his father came up behind them. Peter put his hand out and rubbed the boy's head. "You know you're my favorite nephew, I was just playing." However, by then Jordan wasn't even looking at Peter.

Jordan's focus was on Mama Briggs' bedroom door as he said,"I'm your only nephew." Peter nodded and smiled.

"And that's why you're my favorite." He said. The handle of the hatchet appeared in front of Peter. He looked at it and closed his eyes. His hand took hold of the bloody weapon. "So, we're really doing this?" Peter asked. Robert watched his younger brother's arms fall to his side and his head lower to the floor. It was the most pathetic and most defeated Robert had ever seen him.

"Don't be like that. It has to be done and this is the fastest way." Robert said.

"I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier," Peter said. Robert put his hand on the back of his brother's neck and pulled him in until they were head to head.

"Father, please forgive us for what we're about to do," Robert said softly and Peter nodded, adding to their spiritual talk with their maker.

"And if one of us must go to the bad place for this great sin. Just remember who's idea this was, lord." Peter said and then he felt a slap on the back of his head.

"Amen." The trio said in unison. Robert turned the key and doorknob at the same time. He cautiously pushed open the door to Mama Briggs' room.

"She's already dead boys, just keep telling yourself that," Robert said. Peter's hand went over Jordan's eyes and he closed his own. He waited for the loud bang, but moments kept passing by and nothing was heard. Robert looked around the room and turned toward the doorway, "Where is she, Peter?"

Peter opened his eyes and looked around the empty bedroom, "How should I know? You locked her in here, Mr. Zoo Keeper." Peter said. Robert nodded and pushed his brother into a nearby wall.

"Yeah and now she's gone. So either Ma is zombie Houdini or someone let her out." Robert said. Peter slapped Robert's hand away and looked over at the bloody sheets that covered his mother's bed.

"Or, maybe she got better and-" Peter's words were cut short by Robert grabbing him by the collar. The world was divided into two different camps when it came to the infected. One theory is that they're sick and that the illness can be cured. These people believe that the government and scientists are held up in some bunker, trying to save the world. These people will do anything not to kill a zombie, or as they call them, a loved one. This is purely out of fear of killing them before the cure arises.

Then there are the people in the second camp, "And what! And what Peter? Maybe she got better and went to bake some fucking cookies?" Robert shouted into his brother's face. Peter's glare went down to his big brother's hands.

"You ain't gonna keep putting your hands on me like that. Okay, bro bro." Peter said softly. The two stared at one another and Robert gave Peter one more push into the wall before he released his little brother. Peter tugged at his collar and rolled his eyes, "You don't know everything. She could have gotten better" Peter said. "She's our mother for God's sake."

"I know, who the hell she is!" Robert shouted.

"Do you? Because ever since she got bit, you've been eyeballing her like she's a fucking bottle for target practice!" Peter shouted.

"Sorry that I'm worried about my family," Robert said. Peter stood there staring at his brother and then he laughed and nodded.

"I guess Ma and I don't make that list anymore, huh?" Peter asked and then he shook his head, "Listen, I'm sorry about Catherine but that doesn't make you a fucking doc-" Peter's words were cut short by a quick jab into his mouth. He toppled over and landed on the bloodstained bed.

"Don't you ever talk about her, like you know how it fucking feels. The only person you've ever cared about was your damn self." Robert said. Peter's hand went up to his lips. His fingertips pressed against the stinging pain and then slowly came back with bright red droplets covering them. Robert stood ready for retaliation; his fist was balled up. His feet were planted and his glare didn't break from his brother. Like always Robert was ready for a war, but instead of the enemy taking up arms for battle, Peter sat up on the bed and shook his head.

"I'm done," Peter said.

"What the are you talking about?" Robert asked.

"I'm fucking done! With you and all this shit! Everything has to be your way..." Peter said and stood up slowly, he walked back over to his brother. His lip stung with each word. Peter's hand came up and he rubbed his jaw as he said, "or the fucking highway. I guess I should've taken the highway a long time ago."

"She didn't get better, Peter. This isn't the kind of thing you can get better from." Robert said. While they were doing their little song and dance, Jordan's eyes were focused on the events that were going on outside the window. The complex, originally known as, The Grove, before the gated community was upgraded with homemade guard towers, was normally a quiet, peaceful and to be honest, a boring place. That wasn't the case this morning. Dr. Jones was bitten, turned and quickly decapitated, Mama Briggs was missing and now the neighbors were piling into the street.

"She's our mother. She's Susie Homemaker. Ms. Thanksgiving dinners. She's-" Peter was caught off guard by Jordan's hand shooting up and pointing at the window.

"She's at the window!" Jordan screamed. The Briggs brothers eyes shot toward the window. Peter's golden brown skin quickly started to get pale. A twisted and broken old woman was glaring at him. Peter's eyes got wide; what was once his mother opened up her mouth to show a bloody set of jagged teeth.

Peter's hand shot out and he grabbed hold of Robert's shirt as he shouted, "What the hell are you waiting for? Shoot the bitch!"

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forkanna · 7 years

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CHAPTER NINE

The world was nothing but a blur through the endless stream of tears. Anna's body shook from a combination of the biting night chill and her own sobs. She had lost track of the amount of time she lay curled up under the sturdy oak by the cafeteria building with her face buried into her legs.

She replayed her argument with her sister in her mind over and over again. She desperately wished for either her Papa or Kristoff to come wrap their arms around her and tell her how she didn't just fuck up any chances she had of getting her sister back… at least, not completely. Even if Elsa accepted this, there would always be that awkward tension between them now. A silent disapproval that sent Anna into another fresh round of sobs just thinking about it.

And now she understood why her mother did all that she did. Why Idunn pretended Anna never called or sent anything to Elsa. It made her heart throb in agony to think that her mother hated her so much that she would purposefully sabotage her from being in contact with her older sister over something like her sexuality. Anna cursed her thirteen-year-old self for proudly announcing her first kiss to her mother, and for being naive enough to trust that she would accept her no matter what. That family was stronger than hate. Never in a million years did she think that Idunn would cut her off and try to turn Elsa against her!

And just as they were getting close again, Anna had to go and screw it up… possibly permanently. She didn't even have the decency to stay and comfort her sister. Instead, she took off, too cowardly to hold still and listen to her in case Elsa changed her mind and told her how much she hated her.

"Hey!" came a sudden, cheerful voice that shattered the silence. "What the heck are you doing out here, all by yourself?"

"...P-Punzie?" Anna whimpered and lifted her face from her legs to look up at the blurry form of her friend. A shudder went through her and she huddled more into herself for warmth. "W-What are you d-doing? It's late..." She wiped at her raw eyes in a vain attempt to clear them before Rapunzel got close enough to see her in the state she was in. As if her shaking voice didn't give her away first. "I-It's nothing, I- I just needed some air."

There was very little hesitation before the brunette sank down next to Anna, an arm automatically draping over her back. "It is not 'nothing'. Are you okay? What's wrong, Anna?"

The warmth that accompanied the arm helped ease Anna and she cuddled into Rapunzel unconsciously. "Punzie..." She let out a sigh and sniffed. "I- I fucked up. I got into a fight with Elsa and…" She looked at the brunette. "Um… h-how do you really feel… about gay people?"

Rapunzel stared back at her for a long moment, as if trying to think of an answer. Then she whispered, "Sorry, I'm, um, not used to hearing language like that. Can you repeat the question?"

"Punzie," Anna sighed softly. "Please, be honest with me; I'm serious." She paused for a moment, praying that she wasn't about to make another mistake. "How do you feel about people in the LGBT spectrum? You defended them earlier…" She tried to smile reassuringly to show her friend that she wouldn't be mad about her answer. "I just want to know now that we're not trapped in a tent with Pastor Frollo."

"Well…" The girl was very obviously squirming, but she rushed on, "I don't feel any certain way, y'know? They're just people. Like, I'm really struggling with that and how it relates to God and Christianity, but I don't know how to… I kinda… What's the big freakin' deal? Who cares who somebody loves or doesn't love? It just seems like there's a lot of sin in the world, bad sin, dangerous sin! And we waste so much of our time on homosexuality instead of the stuff we should be working on, like… homelessness, or murder, or domestic abuse, or… I don't know!"

Anna smiled a little wider, her chest warm with affection for the rambling woman. "I think you're a really nice person, Punzie." She rested a hand on her shoulder. "If I were to tell you someone we know is gay, would you treat them different?"

At that, Rapunzel scoffed. "Probably. Like, not on purpose, though. I just have never had any gay friends. I mean, there's a boy in my class everybody's pretty sure is, but like, without knowing for… sure…" Then the thread of their conversation started to catch up with her, and her eyes widened. "Wait. You're telling me… somebody here is? A gay kid came to Bible camp?!"

"Yeah," Anna said with a half-snort. She decided to take the plunge, releasing Rapunzel's shoulder so she could nervously hug herself again. "It's me."

"It's… you're… wait, what are you saying? You're a lesbian? No. But you don't… I mean you're so…" Swallowing hard, Rapunzel started hugging her own knees. "M-maybe I should stop saying things before I say a thing that's really stupid."

"Bi, actually. I have no feelings for you or any of the other girls, before you ask," she said bluntly, "nor do I randomly want to bang you, Punzie. I like girls just like you like boys, but I doubt you want to jump every guy's bone, right?" She tried to grin but it came out as more of a half-smile, half-grimace.

"A-ah." Her cheeks were filling with pinkness, and at first Anna was worried that she really had thought those things. But what she said next was, "S-sorry, I don't normally spend much time thinking about… um…" Lowering her voice to barely a whisper, she finished, "Ess-ee-ex."

Anna relaxed and let a tired giggle past her lips. "That's okay. Just thought I would get those stereotypes out of the way before you asked about them." She leaned against the tree, the stress finally taking its toll and she looked ready to fall asleep. "Anyway, I told Elsa. She… I won't say took it badly - because really, she didn't - but I thought I might as well stay away for now so she can… sort out things, I guess."

Her voice was a little more hushed in a worried way. "Ohhh. So… oh wow, you came out to two people in the same day. And in a campground full of Christians! I'm… maybe this is the wrong thing to take away from this, but you're pretty brave."

"I feel more tired than brave," Anna confessed. "I just… I don't want to hide it anymore and sit there like a good girl while people talk down on people like me. Elsa… well, we got into an argument and it came out. I came out. With you, I just feel like I can trust you." Anna sighed, "Is it okay if I crash in your cabin tonight? I- I don't think I should go back to mine yet."

"She took it that bad?" Rapunzel asked, reaching over to perch a hand on Anna's bicep. "That sucks… I'm really sorry. After the past few days, I started to think maybe you could be the one to unfreeze the Ice Queen, y'know? But maybe…" Shaking her head, she said, "Nah, I shouldn't say anything about her, either. I talk a lot more than I should, if you haven't noticed."

"Elsa's not a bad person," Anna insisted to her friend, frowning. "She's our Mama's kid just as much as I'm Papa's… actually, Elsa took it much better than I expected. I just can't face her right now." She stood up on numb legs, groaning at the pins and needles that were only intensified from the cold. "Thank you, Punzie, for listening..."

"Wait!" Popping up next to Anna, she caught her by the elbow. "You don't have to run off. Um… yeah, Snow is sleeping over with Aurora and Belle. So if you wanna use her bunk…"

"Thanks." Anna smiled at her and they started walking towards the cabin. There was a pleasant silence between the two, just the quiet song of cicadas in the distance. Then Anna's face fell.

"I don't know how I'm going to face the kids tomorrow… I mean, they'll know something's up…"

Shrugging, Rapunzel said, "I dunno, either. We'll just have to see how it shakes out when we get there, right? I mean, maybe you can just pretend everything's the same and, um, see if Elsa will follow your lead?"

"Yeah, I'll try that. Better than nothing, anyway."

Entering the cabin made Anna let out a sigh of pleasure at the warmth. "You know, it's been a long time since I had a sleepover," she exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood, and added, "If you aren't tired, we can watch a movie, or do each other's hair or something!" The thought of a fun night helped Anna take her mind off her sister and the day ahead.

"No movies; camp rules, remember?" But then she hastily followed up with, "But I would! Totally! Um… yeah, my hair's a choppy mess, but if you wanna put it in little braids, that sounds cool! And I can put yours in a French braid — my mom taught me!"

Anna's face fell briefly, having forgotten that rule, but it lifted again when Rapunzel offered to play with her hair. "I would like that," she said, and started working on freeing her hair from their own braids, shaking it free and running her fingers through until her hair fell in soft auburn waves, roughly to about her shoulder blades.

Having mostly just her dad and Kristoff, Anna didn't do things like this often. It had been Elsa or Mama who used to do her hair when she still visited, and Esmeralda taught her how to do her signature twin braids on her own without making them look like a sloppy mess. So she was really excited to see her hair in a different style than what she was used to.

"It's so pretty and soft," Rapunzel whispered once she was running a brush through it, voice warm and as soothing as the motions. "I'm jealous; I tried to go blonde when my hair was super long, but the treatments kinda fried it and I ended up just chopping it all off."

She hummed in sympathy but was mostly distracted by the therapeutic feel of the brush and the soothing sound of Rapunzel's voice. "You look good the way you are now," she reassured, eyes closing. "I mean, I'm sure you would've looked great with long blond hair, but the way you look now suits you." She cracked an eye open to throw a warm smile over at Rapunzel. "Besides, long-haired blondes are my type, so that might've been awkward." She couldn't help but worry that the joke was a little much but it was out now.

"O-oh, really?" The laughter that followed was distinctly nervous, but mainly good-natured. "I, um… thank you? Wait, that's probably not the right thing to say here…" She let out a little growl of frustration at herself. "I promise, I'm not gonna be this dumb in a few days. You're really cool, I could tell from the first day! This is just… y'know, new territory. An adjustment for my hetero brain."

A chuckle was followed by Anna resting her hand on Rapunzel's arm and giving it a pat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't make jokes when you only just found out…" She paused and smiled softly to herself. "Thank you again, Rapunzel, you don't know how much this means to me."

After a few more contemplative seconds, she said, "I can guess. When I fight with my parents, I just have to lock the door to my room upstairs and wait it out for a while because I can't face them. Or they can't handle talking to me without being, y'know, all parental about it and acting like I'm just a stupid kid. Sometimes, it feels like I'm gonna be in there for the rest of my life. So… even though I don't really get what you're going through, I definitely understand what it's like to need space."

The smile that next graced Anna's lips was a tad bitter. "I still feel bad. Dropping a bomb and then leaving her like that. I just didn't know what else to do… Elsa's always liked being alone when she feels overwhelmed and I couldn't stand the way she looked at me." She shivered and hugged herself.

"Well… she's probably in the same place I am. It's new. And like you said, she's overwhelmed. Give it some time, okay? Talk to her tomorrow. And even if she's still freaking out, then that just means she needs more time, right? It's probably harder for her 'cause she's known you longer."

"You're right," Anna sighed. "All I can do is sit and wait for tomorrow and see where we go from there." She desperately hoped that Elsa would still want her in her life. That they could go forward together without being split apart for a second and possibly final time. The optimist inside her piped up that Elsa wouldn't do that — that she would love her all the same, and Anna decided to believe that for now.

Despite the cold whisper from the other half of her psyche that told her she had thought that about her mother, too, and had been burned for it.

"Hey, how's that braid coming?"

"About half done," Rapunzel told her with a smile, fingers making quick work of entwining the three groupings of hair. "So… um, you and girls. How's that working out so far?"

"My first kiss was from a girl." Anna's voice wasn't as cheery as usual but it was clear by her fond tone that she had perked up from the question. "My friend Mulan surprised me by kissing me just before she had to go back to China to be with her family. And not just a friend-kiss. That's when I really started thinking about my sexuality. I went on a date with a few boys here and there, and even went out with a guy named Hans for a couple of months, but there is something about women that I find I like a bit more." She giggled, "Then my ex-girlfriend Esme waltzed into my life, and there was no more doubting where my main interest lay."

"And I haven't even been on a real date-date with Flynn yet," she breathed in wonder. "And here's you, figuring out you're… mostly-gay, or whatever, and kissing two girls when I've barely kissed the one boy! Like, we're about the same age, right? I always thought I was saving myself for marriage, and that it was a really good thing. Is that dumb? Should I be dating more, even though I think Flynn is the right man for me?"

"If it feels right, that's all that matters, Punzie." The warm words of her Papa from the day she had confessed her conflicted feelings came back to Anna, so she passed them along: "If you think Flynn is the man for you, then you don't need to date anyone else. I don't find it dumb that you're waiting for marriage, or not kissing, especially if you aren't comfortable. You should do things at your own pace and not feel ashamed for it." Anna shook her very gently, to make sure she was still listening. "If this Flynn loves you, he will wait until you are ready. If he doesn't and tries to push you, he isn't worth it."

At those words, Rapunzel smiled and let out a soft chuckle. "Well… he does push for kisses. But not too much. And he never, ever brings up going further; he knows we're waiting and it's as important to him as it is to me." Then she added in a whisper, "But maybe I do want to try kissing now; I mean, we're over eighteen, right? And we're still together after a year of courtship."

"If you feel you're ready, then kiss him," Anna encouraged. "And don't just not do it if you think that it's something the Bible frowns upon. Kissing isn't a sin, believe me." She remembered sharing that particular worry with her father and having him exaggeratedly regale all the times her Bible-strict mother used to kiss him before they were married, much to Anna's embarrassment. "Congratulations on that, by the way! A year!"

"Thanks," she giggled with a bashful smile. "He's such a dork, but he's my dork." Then she patted Anna's shoulders. "All done! You know, I think I have an extra shower cap, if you wanna bag it up so it'll still look nice tomorrow."

Anna stood up and walked over to the mirror over Snow's desk. She was instantly struck by just how different and pretty she looked with her hair draped into a single, elegant braid down her back. She looked kind of like a redheaded version of Elsa, and the thought made Anna smile.

"I think I'd like that; we'll see what the kids have to say about my new look." She spun on her heel and felt the slight smack of the braid against her shoulder, which made her giggle. "What do you think, Rapunzel?"

"I think you look fantastic!" she gushed, clapping her hands. "And not just because it's my handiwork, I swear! Like, your hair is just made to be braided, dude!"

Snorting at the little "dude" thrown in there, she looked back at the mirror and smiled, admiring the image looking back… and her traitorous brain wondered how Elsa would react to seeing her like this. Would she be impressed at how mature she looked? Would she say anything?

"I think we should head to bed now," Anna announced after a long moment. Her enthusiasm was curbed by the unexpected bout of tiredness that came with the thought. She cursed herself inwardly for ruining her good mood again. "It's really late."

"Yeah," Rapunzel admitted with a sad little nod. "I mean, if you need to talk more, I'll be just a few feet away, though. Don't be afraid to speak up! Oh, and um, I don't have an extra toothbrush or anything, but I have some jammies! If you want 'em. They have little green lizards all over." After a second, she added in a mutter, "I like lizards."

It didn't take long for Anna to get dressed and ready for bed, her hair carefully tucked into a shower cap to keep the beautiful braid intact while she slept. The pajamas were a little small on her since Rapunzel was shorter, but Anna didn't mind as she slipped hesitantly into Snow's bunk.

"She won't be mad?"

"Nah. I'll explain if she is, but I kinda doubt that'll happen. She's not petty." As she snuggled into her bunk, Rapunzel whispered across, "Hey, Anna?"

Anna snuggled into the blankets, which were made from some very warm, soft material that felt like heaven against her bare patches of skin. "Yes Punzie?" she replied when she got comfortable, already feeling the toll of the day taking over and the dark blanket of unconsciousness starting to settle in her brain.

"I… I know it was hard to trust me, with your secret and all… but I…" Her voice was a little more strained when she spoke again. "I'm so glad I stood up to Pastor Frollo today. So, so glad."

"Thanks for standing up to him, Rapunzel," Anna murmured sleepily, hiding a smile into her pillow. "I'm really glad you did, too. It's really nice knowing someone cares." She blinked and let out a sigh. "You're a good friend and I'm really glad to have met you."

She struggled to stay awake and say more, but the bed was too comfortable and the pull of sleep too tempting. With a last hum, she closed her eyes and gave in.

To Be Continued...

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