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Good Omentober Day 24 - The Them

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Adam learns the true identity of the quaint bookseller in Soho, inching closer to the answers he seeks.

(Continuation from day 23)

Aziraphale was stunned by the question and took a moment to answer, “My father was, yes. Can I ask what all this is about?”

“We think our friend Adam sees your Dad in his dreams!” One of the kids laughed.

Aziraphale felt some sense of relief wash over him, “Adam, was it? May I talk to him privately?”

There was some shuffling on the other end of the line before it eventually went quiet. After a minute or so, he answered, “This is Adam.”

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“Oh Adam, it’s lovely to hear your voice again. You probably don’t remember me, but I remember you. My name is Aziraphale. We met not long after your 11th birthday.” The kind old man explained.

“My 11th birthday? That’s when The Dream started!” Adam noted, a newfound confidence in his voice, “Maybe you can help me. I’ve been having this dream where there's a whole bunch of people and a big red monster and the world is ending.”

Adam heard the man let out a sigh before be began to explain, “Well you see Adam, when you were younger, there was almost a big war that happened. Your memory was supposed to be wiped afterwards but it seems as if it failed at some point. It’s very possible that some of the people you remember are myself and my dear friend Crowley.”

Adam tested the names on his tongue, “Aziraphale and Crowley. You wouldn’t happen to be…”

Adam struggled to find the right words. It was hardly the done thing to go around and ask if people were ethereal beings but Adam needed to know. This could’ve been the only chance he had to get more information.

“Do you have wings?” Adam sputtered unsurely.

Aziraphale laughed softly, his beaming smile almost able to be heard through the phone, “Yes, my dear. I must say we do.”

Adam just about dropped the phone in shock as the puzzle pieces started to come together. He remembered the angel and the demon, and remembered the kind words they said to him. He could almost remember another angel and demon as well but they weren’t nearly as friendly.

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“Why did my memory get wiped though? Why couldn’t I remember you?” He asked unsurely, feeling some kind of pang in his chest at the lost connection. It’s like he found out a part of him had been missing that he didn’t even remember having lost.

“Everyone did, dear. It was just what had to happen for humanity to return to normal.”

“So…You saved the world? And I was there?” Adam tempted, hoping to clear the rest of the fuzziness that had been plaguing his brain for years.

“Adam, you saved the world.”

He simply couldn’t believe it. Saving the world isn’t something that you just did one afternoon and forgot about. Its the type of thing people won big shiny gold trophies for or got oversized keys to the city for doing. If Adam had truly saved the world, why did no one remember?

“Adam? Are you still there my boy?” The angel asked softly from the other end of the phone.

“I think I need to go now, Mr Fell. Thank you for your help.”

Adam abruptly hung up the call and handed the phone back to Pepper. He scooped up his belongings and stormed out of the library. He needed to go to the woods and collect his thoughts. He knew there was a chance of The Them following him but he couldn’t be in any enclosed spaces. It felt like his head was about to explode.

As he sat on a raised tree root in the Hogback Woods, he was almost overwhelmed by the intense deja vu. He could remember the perfect weather on the airbase that day that was in many ways tainted by the licks of sulphuric residue in the air. He could almost remember his father’s car driving up the runway to tell him off. And The Them were there with him.

“Aziraphale….Crowley….” He tested these names on his tongue, his brain struggling to get around the ideas. He had a few more of the puzzle pieces yet somehow he still couldn’t see the full picture and it was simply infuriating.

Dog was lightly licking Adam’s leg, having settled to laying beside him. Adam was resigned to the fact that he may just have to go see this bookseller after all. He just needed to find some reason for his father to need to go to London. Certainly easier than done.

Adam raced home and burst into the house, Dog eagerly prancing behind him. As he slammed the door open, Arthur was shocked at his son’s urgency.

“You alright, Adam?”

Adam huffed and puffed, taking a moment to regain his breath before answering, “We need to go to London.”

“London? God my boy, why would you want to do that?” He asked, pouring a glass of cool water for his son.

“Bookstore. Someone there we have to meet,” Adam panted slowly, before taking the glass of water and downing it quickly. That helped him regain some of his composure, “There’s a man at a bookstore I want to meet.”

“I mean if it’s truly that important we might be able to make the trip over the weekend but are you sure? It’s a bit of a drive. Surely we could just pop into Reading?”

Adam shook his head. “Specific bookshop, specific man.”

Arthur let out a sigh and took the glass from Adam, “I’ll have to ask your mother, you know.”

Adam nodded before racing back upstairs, prepared to spent yet another night researching. But he had a lead tonight. A particularly angelic one, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was finally close to getting some of the answers he was desperately seeking.

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darkhighness · 6 months

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Good Omentober Day 23- The Anti-Christ

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Adam Young has had The Dream since about his 11th birthday. He confides in his friends, hoping to make some sense of it.

This oneshot continues tomorrow into Day 24!

It had been many years since but every time Adam closed his eyes, he had the most vivid dreams of some kind of occult beings. There was an odd sense of familiarity but the people in his dreams didn’t look anything like anyone he’d seen in real life. Not even The Them remembered but they all seemed very keen to solve the mystery.

Almost 50 notebooks had been filled up with sketches and every single thing Adam could remember from his dream. He remembered two people with wings and a flaming sword. He remembered some kind of motorcycle gang and for some reason, Anathema was there.

It was late at night and Adam was once again finalising the shading on yet another image of some kind of demonic being that erupted from the ground. Despite documenting everything, Adam still couldn’t piece it all together. He really should’ve been asleep as he promised Pepper and Wensleydale that they’d go to the library and try and look up more old movies he might have seen that were similar to The Dream.

Adam wasn’t sure if The Dream was deserving of the capitals but it was something that simply felt just and none of The Them ever really questioned it. Dog was sleeping peacefully under the desk, the small canine snores being the only sounds besides the occasional brush of eraser dust that filled the room.

Arthur Young, while pleased by his son’s sudden studiousness and constant trips to the library was once again awoken by the light peering into the hallway, illuminating underneath the doorframe into his bedroom.

“Adam, what are you doing?” The tired father asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Just studying Dad, I’ll turn the light out once I go to bed,” Adam assured, gently erasing a stray pencil mark.

“It’s midnight, Adam. It’s time to go to bed.”

Adam rolled his eyes and slid the drawing under a stack of books before flicking the lamp off. He laid down in bed, resting under the covers and wondered if he was going to have The Dream again tonight ---

“Do you ever think about Adam?” Aziraphale asked gently, toying with Crowley’s hair.

“I mean, sometimes,” The demon groaned, barely conscious, “I’d be surprised if the Anti-Christ didn’t make any kind of impression.”

“I do hope he’s well.”

“Course you do. You’re an angel.”

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In The Dream tonight, everyone’s voices felt blurry, like Adam was listening through a wall. He saw the light and the dark figures again, always standing close to him like some kind of bodyguards

He woke up, feeling entirely frustrated to have not gotten any kind of new details so he pulled on his jeans and sweater, looped his backpack over his arms and rushed out the door, already almost 10 minutes late for the bus.

Adam ran out to the yard and hopped on his bike, cycling as fast as he could to the school. He couldn’t stop thinking about The Dream. It was all he thought about anymore anyway but he was determined to find the identity of these two figures.

“Do you think it’s God in your dreams?” Brian asked optimistically, shoving another handful of crisps into his mouth.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would God be in his dreams?” Pepper scolded, opening up yet another tab on the library’s computer.

“It’s not like we have any leads,” Wensleydale reminded, hoping Brian wouldn’t take it too harshly.

Brian was entirely unphased.

“Show me the picture again, Adam,” Pepper instructed bluntly.

Adam slid the picture across the table and Pepper stared at it intently. “These people, they look like these people in an old newspaper about a magician. This was ages ago though. Do you think it could be their Dads?”

Adam inspected the scanned, grainy image on Pepper’s screen, his eyebrows raised in a quizzing fashion, “I mean, I guess it looks a little bit like them. But that’s not a very good photo.”

“Of course it’s not! Photos were rubbish back then.”

“What are their names? Mr Fell and…Mr Crowley?” Adam asked, zooming in on the caption of the photo.

Pepper searched Mr Fell first and all that came up was an antique bookstore. Nothing about magicians at all. There were even less results for Mr Crowley.

“They can’t have been that famous if they aren’t even on Google,” Brian interjected, crumpling up the bag of crisps and gripping it in his closed fist.

“Well, what if we call the number of this bookshop? Maybe it’s his great-great-grandad!” Adam suggested.

“How long ago do you think the war was?” Pepper sighed before pulling out her phone and carefully typing in the number. She hesitated for a moment before pressing call and she set the phone on speaker.

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The phone rang precisely 3 times before Crowley peeled himself off the couch to answer it. Aziraphale was in the back room, looking for some misprinted bible he was keen to show Crowley, leaving him to tend to the business needs. “This is-” Crowley paused for a moment, trying to remember what Aziraphale would say when he answered the phone, “A.Z Fell and Co, Rare and Antiquarian Book Dealer. If you want it we probably don’t have it, this is Crowley how can I help you?”

The demon heard an excited squeal on the other side and what sounded like a muffled ‘Crowley, that’s the name in the paper!’ and ‘He doesn’t sound very old!’.

“Oh hell-” Crowley huffed before sticking his head out towards Aziraphale, “Oi angel, you’ve got kids prank calling you again!”

The angel toddled out of the back room looking incredibly cross. He took the phone from Crowley and held it up to his ear before saying, “Now, now kids, surely there must be a better use of your time than prank calling a bookshop!”

“Is that Mister Fell?” One of the kids asked excitedly.

“Yes, and I get very cross with people who muck about,” The angel cautioned.

That got a laugh out of Crowley who slumped back into the seat, “I’d like to see you cross, angel.”

“We wanted to ask you about your grandad! He was a magician, wasn’t he?”

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