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[Scratch, Biscuits, Demomew, Fluffy, Enginya, Meowdic, Snipurr, Snap]
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I have taxes to do, who wants to study/work with me and the blorbos?
Zelda groaned as she laid face down on the bed. Her companion stared at her, bemused as he raised an eyebrow. "Uh... you good over there, Princess?"
Slowly lifting her head, she glared at him under a heavy brow and disheveled curls. "I hate paperwork."
"What paperwork?" Link asked, crossing his arms and growing even more bewildered. This was the first she'd mentioned such an issue on her Epic Search of The Hero that had to involve him.
"I promised my mother I'd help sort out a negotiation with the Zora," Zelda explained. "But I have to read all this stupid rhetoric and figure out what they're even trying to say."
"You... brought homework on your quest to find the Hero." Link surmised.
A loud snort emitted from downstairs in the small home that had been gifted to them. Zelda huffed, yelling down the stairs, "I have a kingdom to run, okay?! At least I'm doing my duty!"
Link looked between the irate princess and the shadows of their elder companion downstairs as he flopped lazily onto the ground beside his beloved dog. Friend barked happily, scurrying up the stairs and then back down, tail tucked in excitement as she made the lap two, three, four times.
"Do you, uh, need help?" Link offered hesitantly. He wasn't exactly good at treaties, but he'd had to read a few contracts for his business.
"That would be great, actually," Zelda quipped, immediately perking up. Link was starting to regret this. She added loudly, "Our friend can help us too."
"I can't read," came the dull reply.
Zelda shot to her feet. "That's a lie and you know it!!"
"I mean..." Link shrugged. "He does live in the woods."
"He still won't even tell me his name," Zelda moaned, rolling her eyes. "I know you're the Hero, you jerk!"
Another snort from downstairs.
Link sighed as he grabbed the parchment from the princess' loose grip. This was going to be a long night.
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since i have art block, im making use of my lack of art with story :D
So, uh, spills story on your page
Hot tears sting their eyes, trailing down their cheeks as they murmur, "I'm not a monster."
His eyes widened as he sees the first few tears pour down their face. He turns away, muttering, "You are a monster."
"BOSS, I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING I!..."
"Shut up, Boss! Look at Eugene, they're in such a pathetic state!" River interrupts, releasing her chokehold on them to throw her arms up in the air in exasperation.
They cough, stumbling to their knees. They wince, keeling over and curling up into a ball on the floor.
The pair argued with each other, though the sound was muffled, their mind screaming and buzzing in their ear. River whispered something in Boss' ear before untieing Charlie from his robes, wordlessly dragging them out of the room by their neck as they let out muffled cries of help.
Someone puts a hand on Eugene's shoulder. They flinch away from the touch, their shadowy tendrils threatening to attack once more, though they're too weak to do so.
Boss kneels down to the monster, placing a gentle yet firm grip on their shoulder. "You understand that... if you become a monster, you cannot live nor escape and wander around in pain," he states, his other hand lifting up Eugene's chin.
Tears threaten to escape from their wide eyes, though they hold them back from the icy stare from above. "I know," they sigh, then quickly retaliated, "I'd—I'd rather be a... a monster... than to turn a blind eye on a criminal." Eugene stammers like before, an all too familiar feeling flooding their already cloudy thoughts.
"Do you still regret your decision?" Boss questions, to which a silent tear trailing down from Eugene's eye gives the answer.
It feels disgusting to feel Boss' cold aura chill their core, watching them as they can't say anything but cry. "I... I'm sorry... I just—"
They quickly get embraced by the ghost, their head in the crook of Boss' shoulder. He puts a hand behind Eugene's head and wraps his arm around them, shushing them as he pats their head.
"You are my sin son."
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Me: okay brain, I’m really gonna need you to focus. This is a big deal and we have to SIT STILL and PAY ATTENTION today.
My last four brain cells:
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