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leathersandsours · 4 years

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Doctor’s Note

“Well, it looks like these sessions are going well!”

In the main examination room a small group was gathered. Morgan was sitting on a nearby chair as his only child sat on the examination bed flanked by a mage and the doctor, Howard Patchingo.

Howard was the local doctor; but he also doubled as a vet for pinatas. It was a strange business model, but it was one that was kept in the family for decades now. “I’d say another month or so of this and you’ll be all right.” he explained, writing something down on his clipboard. “You should thank Miss Magnolia for lending us her shapeshifter’s magic.”

“Thank you, ma’am!” Hal instantly chirped, sending her a wide, toothy grin. She smiled back gently.

The mage’s hands were glowing a soft lavender as he held them near Hal, the gesture similar to warming her hands at a campfire. She was an older woman with a few streaks of white in her curly dusky grey-purple hair.

“This is a permanent solution, isn’t it?” Morgan spoke up from his seat. “We won’t have to worry about a relapse or problems with his development?”

The old doc gave him a reassuring clap on the shoulder, bushy mustache twitching with his smile. “Nope! He’ll grow up to be a healthy young man.”

Morgan sighed as Hal beamed at the news. “That’s good...” he sounded relieved.

“If I may ask....” Magnolia spoke up. She withdrew her hands as her magic faded from view. “What made you decide to go through such a drastic method at so young of an age? What if something went wrong?”

The young boy shuffled in his seat uncomfortably, glancing at his father. Morgan walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Well, we always knew somethin’ wasn’t quite right and once we realized it... Ya couldn’t just leave it be, y’anno?”

Magnolia nodded. Even if she didn’t understand, she could at least respect their choice. She was getting paid to work alongside the Doc after all. Things like this always paid a lot if done correctly. It made her wonder how a gardener family like the McShovels were able to afford it.... Family inheritance maybe?

“Magic is so cool,” Hal piped up, “I can’t wait until I get mine!”

“Oh, that’s right! Your eighth birthday is coming up, huh?” Howard tussled the boy’s hair much to his indignity. “You’ll create your first mask any day now.”

“Yep, I’m sure he’ll have great skills in the magic crafts.” Morgan was proud of his son no matter what.

While the adults talked things over such as the final few sessions and any side affects, Halcyon hopped down from his seat to wonder around the room. There were charts of different medicines and body parts hung up all over the wall. He paused to stare at one about female anatomy before making a face and marching on by.

He approached a table that was nestled in one corner. There were some boring, decades old magazines stacked on it as well as some young children’s books. What caught his interest was the plastic replicate of a torso including all the gory organs shoved inside of it. Gruesome... cool! He grinned to himself as he pulled out a kidney and examined it. Didn’t Papa say that Mr Arfur was missing one of his and that’s why he only served dairy at the Inn? Adults were so weird....

“Ugh... Are they not done talking?” A sudden new voice interrupted his musings, making him desperately shove the plastic organ back into the torso-- which only served to make them all fall out. After a moment of scrambling to put them back in place, Hal turned to face whoever had startled him.

It was a boy, probably a few years older than him. He had short long hair that had straight bangs. His eyes were pale blue and bored looking as he glared into the room. He was half hidden by the door as he peeked around the door frame. He glanced from Dr Howard to Morgan before noticing Hal staring at him.

“What do you want?” he snapped, thick eyebrows furrowing.

“Uh... Nothing? What are you doing here?” Hal questioned back, a little off put by the boy’s rudeness.

“Waitin’ for dad to stop talking so I can talk to him.” he replied, “Oh, hey. You’re that weird kid, right? That’s why that mage is here, yeah?”

Hal bristled defensively. He was not weird! “She’s here to help me!” he shot back, turning to face him. “What’s your name, anyway?” Rude kid. He added silently.

“Conner. Conner Patchingo,” he puffed out his chest, “Howard Patchingo’s my dad and when I grow up I’m gonna be a doctor just like him!”

Halcyon couldn’t help but snort at his parading. “You got a lotta growing to do then.” he teased. Despite the boy being older, he was around the same height as the seven year old Hal.

“Hey! I’m ten years old! You got it?!”

“Conner!” the stern bark of Howard made the boy shrink, clinging to the door frame. “What did I tell you about interrupting my work?”

“N-Not to do it unless it’s an e-emergency...” he mumbled, “but it is, I swear! Fannie ran off with Leafos again without permission!” Conner puffed out his cheeks in a pout as his father sighed.

“Conner... Your mother should be home tonight. Can you go get home ready for her return?” he approached and knelt down in front of the boy, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll scold Fannie when she comes back, alright?”

Reluctantly, Conner nodded, his gaze on his shoes. Hal watched on silently, feeling a twinge of pity for him. He was glad his dad wasn’t busy with work all the time. He could relate to having an absent mother too, but he supposed it was different when you actually knew and loved her. He watched as the older boy left, almost seeming to drag his feet.

“.... Sons, am I right?” Howard chuckled half-heartedly, meeting the concerned gaze of Morgan. The older man nodded and rested a hand on Hal’s head. “Well, I best let you lot go. I can’t be keeping Magnolia from her studies more than I already do, after all!”

“True. Well, I’ll be seeing you later, Hal-- Halcyon.” she flashed him a smile before leaving.

Morgan lead the way as the pair left. He glanced down at his son who looked lost in thought. “... You know, you could visit town more often and hang out with the kids,” he said after a moment, “You must get lonely sometimes.”

Hal blinked as if coming out of a daydream and looked up at him in surprise. After a moment he smiled, “Nah, it’s okay! I like hanging out with you and the pinatas!” he replied cheerfully, “Plus that Conner kid was mean! I bet all the city slicker kids are!”

The old man chuckled at his disgruntled expression and shook his head. Oh, kids....

#viva pinata #young hal #dr patchingo #halcyon mcshovel #morgan mcshovel #conner patchingo #howard patchingo #info #history #backstory #i pull these titles out my ass #also i just realized i named patch's dad after howard the giraffe #you remember that shit?#why did schools make you go into a dark van with a giraffe to teach you about drugs

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leathersandsours · 4 years

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Random VP Headcanons

Some headcanons I thought of while trying to sleep

Dr Patchingo’s first name is Conner, and he and Fannie are twins. Their father was also a doctor named Howard and their mother was Delilah, a pilot who flew packages internationally before the Cannoñata was built. They were together for decades but never bothered to get married bc it’s “just an expensive piece of paper” according to Delilah. Because she was away on flights and father was usually busy with work, Conner grew up to have a bit of an attention seeking complex.

Pinata Island has a police force but they don’t really do much besides take in reports of crimes and deal with any problems in town. Their mascot is a pigxie who likes to sleep on the front desk.

Mages with transformation magic are able to do non-invasive surgeries so they’re often hired to work alongside a doctor for certain tasks. Common uses are; to remove benign tumours, plastic surgery and help strengthen week immune systems such as those with lupus.

Soured humans often have something wrong with one of their senses as a result of the transformation. Dastardos is mostly blind in one eye, Hal is partially deaf in one ear and Pester has a weakened sense of touch in his hands.

#viva pinata #headcanon #headcanons #ooc #info #my internet is a little better today. might be bc its early as shit tho

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