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BRICKS & BETRAYAL (fanfiction)

CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING OF WHAT?

Nothing was happening in the general area. The Krew were busy grazing around the area. Rainbow was picking up the pretty looking flowers with Gold. Draco and Funneh were on the hunt for food. Lunar was keeping an eye, an enchanted sword in hand as she protected her siblings with vigilance.

"Funneh, do we need to go mining for resources?" Draco muttered to his sister, looking up at her from the corpse of a dead cow which he had just slaughtered.

Funneh shrugged at the boy's question. "Lunar, what's our status anyways?" Lunar snapped out of her thoughts, her hands tightly gripping her sword as she took her eyes off the ground. "Um... No, it's okay. We've got a few enchantments." Funneh nodded back at her, giving a quick smile. The younger woman took a minute to register the gesture before smiling back.

"Guys, I think we have enough. Let's go home now." Rainbow beamed, standing up and dusting her pants off. Gold followed suit as she plucked a leaf from her braided hair. The rest nodded, following the pink-haired woman's lead back down the path. There were villagers up and down the made path, crossing them as the siblings walked up to their respective homes.

Lunar sprinted off to her own, being chased by Draco from behind with Funneh not too far back. Rainbow chuckled at the behaviour of the three siblings as Gold sighed, shaking her head. "They never learn." She grumbled softly to herself.

But, upon reaching and entering their houses, they notice something strange. Of course, it was just a feeling. A feeling of anxiety and surprise, which was followed by the uncertainty of something unexpected to happen anytime. Funneh opened her door and immediately felt nauseous.

She felt as if there was a war-zone, the blood stains of people still lingering in the air as she walked further inside her home. She couldn't shake it off. Every wall had a weird sensation attached and every room felt distinct from the other she visited - despite being there more than a hundred times before.

Draco, however, had different experiences. He felt a stab wound, right inside his stomach. The piercing felt unbearable as he couldn't move ahead past the main sitting room of his house. He was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. He desperately tried to get whatever was there out of him but just couldn't. He was letting out soft pleas and cries, which all went unheard by the people around. Tears shed down his face as he lay there, his head slamming hard against the floor.

Lunar, Rainbow, and Gold were more or less not feeling different than each other. The feeling of being hunted was creeping from every dark shadow and empty corner. Rainbow's breathing turned rapid. She was becoming paranoid by the passing moments as she kept peeking around, as if an intruder had snuck in. She was fiddling with her hands, her eyes not being able to stay constant at all. Gold was the same. She was pacing around, not being able to stay still, and kept glancing out her window as if someone was there. She was losing her mind, biting at her nails, checking her phone non-stop for seconds.

Lunar was trying to sharpen the blades of her swords; as they were almost but kept losing focus and had a few times where she could have cut herself. Regardless of it, she still zoned out and hit a large scar on her palm. She squealed, grabbing a potion of healing and throwing it on her hand. She groaned, wiping the blood with a cotton cloth as she put the equipment back so that they didn't fall.

All the siblings were dealing with their open problems - so deeply encaptured to not even realise that they blacked out cold on the floors of the room they were in.

Upon waking, they find an unknown setting. The forest, a dense one too. Each one was lying there, and when they opened their eyes, they saw three figures. Two of them had weapons while the third seemed to keep an eye on them closely. One had a sword, a similar one to Lunar's but it was netherite instead of diamonds. 

While the other had an enchanted axe, which was close to both Funneh's and Draco's necks. They were definitely not friendly to newcomers by the looks of it. As the siblings slowly stood up, they raised their hands to make sure that they come in a peaceful entrance.

"We mean no harm.." Rainbow started but was cut off by a man with a smile mask, "Keep that crap to yourself. Are you with the L'manberg?" He was definitely not going to listen to them, he just wanted his answers. Lunar took a breath before replying, "We have no idea what or who that is," Funneh nodded in admittance. The other armed man, who had raven hair, raised a brow at that. It was such that the last man - the shortest of his two friends - was also shocked. The smile mask man told his friends something before turning to them again.

"We don't take newcomers well. My name's Dream, these are my friends." The smile mask man, now known as Dream, introduced everyone properly. "Sapnap," The ravenette said. His attire seemed casual. Black pants, a white t-shirt with a flame and a bandana on his neck. His friend, Dream was even more simple; black jeans and a green hoodie. The last boy was wearing a blue shirt, a white rectangle with red perimeter was drawn on it. Similar dark blue jeans and goggles on his head. He was, "George," as they said.

The Krew got up from the dirt, looking around and stretching their body. They did feel pretty sore under the thorny glass. Rainbow and Funneh had a few grass prints on their cheeks, Lunar had a few throrns pricked in her skin and Draco was panicking as he tried to get the bugs off me by shaking his limbs and running in a full circle - until Gold started picking them off with the bugs off her self as well.

"Do you need help with that?" Sapnap offered, putting his axe into its holder as the three stared at the five in concern. They looked pretty distressed about their situation and were not vocalising anything besides whispers to each other. Dream put out his own proposal, "Let's make a deal, shall we?" He gave out his hand to them, both expecting and not expecting them to agree to his conditions. 

"What kind of deal?" Rainbow stepped into his words first, feeling a bit suspicious of him. It was obvious she didn't trust a random man, after landing in an unknown land and had him almost killed with his sword. A soft chuckle followed her words from Dream. "It's simple, you join our team and we'll vow to protect you. How does that sound, hmm?" As his words hung empty, every Krew member looked at them and then at each other. They could do it, but at what cost?

"Why should we consider combining with you?" Gold challenged his words next as all of them pulled out the last of their weapons that they had on each other. A sword of a pickaxe was the choice mostly but Draco had a crowssbow as they pulled them out for safety measures. The three men put their hands up as a sign of peace. "Calm, we won't kill you. I just want to offer hospitality unless you wish to venture through the Dream SMP." He said, clearly trying to deflategate the situation.

They took a minute to reconsider, looking at the vast evergreen trees and at the Dream Team once more. They can't just trust these random people. Not if they're that hostile and if the rest might be the same as them.. If not more. "Are we willing to take our chances, guys?" Funneh asked as the rest still were exchanging glances. "Let's just take a small exploration around before agreeing anywhere." Draco mumbled, to which the others nodded in compliance to.

"We'll see if we can take you up on that offer but first - show us around this... SMP once," Lunar suggested, looking directly into the eyes of the two unmasked men before sheathing her sword; but still had a grip on it, a tight on. Rainbow and Gold followed suit in sheathing their swords and Funneh put her pickaxe away as well but Draco just unloaded his crossbow, not taking chances of anything from them.

"I guess we can show you around, at least some parts of the SMP." Dream was fairly okay with their offer, not being able to turn the offer down. It was a bit of an excuse for himself to get an update on how each nation, besides his, was progressing and how his former friends and comrads were doing. It had been a while since he had met any of them, being too busy with his work.

"There's a lot, so I'd be prepared for any circumstance." Sapnap put out a warning which shocked the entire family until Dream downplayed it, "I'll be there to provide assistance. There will be no fighting whatsoever," His words were completely against whatever words that Sapnap had put out. Other than these two, George has been awfully quiet and hadn't said a single word. 

"The first leg of our journey, L'manberg."

[sweetlyhell]

Make-Believe Lies

Soft trinkling water dripping on her forehead. A groan left her mouth at the sensation as she opened her umbrella. The sight of the wet mud under her shoes were annoying to her in every way there was, not to mention the smell.

In front of her laid the site where the said body laid. A poorly drawn figure on the same ground, nearing a steeply made cliff onto the river of Yenisey. Her eyes fell on the depths of the fall, but the victim hadn't fell. Or so, it isn't believed to.

"Comissioner Korolyzova?" The voice made her to turn her attention away from the deserted crime scene to the trace of the new presence. Not a familiar face, nor familiar voice.

Her eyes fell on a man. Her age it seemed, dirty brown hair... and misty blue eyes that looked mysterious to her.

The gruffy and low voice seemed to belong to this man. Her gaze on him lingered a little longer before speaking once, "Do I know you?"

He chuckled at her tone. It was hard to tell whether it was directed at him or the rain ruining her investigation .

"You don't know me, but.. I think something will remind you who I am, Miss Sofia."

Her eyes widen at that. How did he know her first name without her even telling most people? Barely anyone knew her as Sofia. Everyone called her Comissioner Korolyzova.

She swallowed at the mention but kept her expression hard. Like hell she'd let him see through her. She can’t let him know how nervous she can actually get when she’s throughly overwhelmed by something.

Deep breathes, Sof.

Sofia raised an eyebrow at him, giving a half-assed smile, or smirk. "My, you certainly are clever. May I know yours then?"

Despite the view of his face, he wore a black sanitary mask. Unusual, for anyone seen. The pandemic was long forgotton and there hadn’t been any outbreaks of any smaller infections in the area. He chuckled quietly as he replied calmly, "Grayson, detective. Grayson."

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Stephanie scoffed at the idea, punching Sofia's shoulder with a light hit. "Grayson? Sounds pathetic." Sofia clicked her off and rolled her eyes while her eyes remained on her desk. Stephanie stood in front of her, arms crossed and a big frown stamped on her face.

"Just research on it," Sofia urged the girl as she racked a pile of papers in the cabinet under the drawers of her desk. Stephenie's disgust could be heard from her silence. Not even a scoff just implied how horrified she was.

"Fine. I want a free shift Friday though."

"Find this man’s identify first and I’ll think of it."

The audible stomping of a displeased Stephenie echoed the room before the door was slammed shut and left in silence. A distant mumble and groan could be heard from the same girl as she made her way to her own room.

Sofia sighed at the childish behaviour of her younger sister. The girl was still a police in training but hated covering for her sister in any way at all. Being a stubborn girl growing up, Sofia wouldn’t let Stephanie off so easily.

Sofia, on the other hand, was more of a reserved woman who preferred to work in silence but the silence she was in was not the one she normally craved. This silence was all the things she hated. It  carried her negetativity, and a feeling of insecurity.

This silence was driving her insane, slowly and steadily.

Clicking of Sofia’s nails could be heard on the bed frame of her bed which was beside her desk. That was the only noise available after the noise of her silence.

The desk was a little cleaner than usual so her feet laid in the open and clean area of it as she thought of the impossibility of finding the culprit of her current case.

Sofia was still lightheaded from the encounter but Stephanie took the idea of him being a murderer quite lightly. Too lightly, in fact. A new debate arose in her. Should she ask why Stephanie took the news so lightly?

Ignoring her thoughts, she shook her head and pulled out her phone to realise she was sweating horredenously. She picked upp her handkercheif to wipe it as it dropped a file from her desk.

Sodia raised a brow at the file. She dind’t remember keeping one with a white case, since most of her cases were either yellow or orange. She made sure to inspect it a little before putting on her gloves and carefully picking it up.

“What?!” Sofia’s eyes widen as she opened the file and saw the name and picture on the first page…

[sweetlyhell]

I LOVE TIGERS. THIS IS ADORABLE !! IM CHERISHING THIS. MY ROYAL BENGAL TIGERS OMG OMG

Seeing a post that you know a mutual will like and reblogging it to add enrichment to their dash like giving a tiger in a zoo a cardboard box

[sweetlyhell]

The First, second and third

fanfiction drabble: Peter & Chester get an unexpected company while another investigation

"Bro, I don't think we should stay here," Chester mumbles over to Parker in a rather loud voice. "We haven't found Kaylee yet." The tall male eyes the blond male. "But... alright."

He agreed to rumble around for clues and the missing children. No matter how much they shook it, they both felt uneasy. But Becca was counting on them to find her little sister, Kaylee.

Before he moved ahead they saw a mysterious figure. "Welcome to Petey's Playhouse! Do your parents know you're here?"

Just as in the VHS tape, he was there. Petey. Both males eyed each other before Parker expressed, "No, we're here for our friend, Kaylee."

Petey let out a quiet snort. "We have lots of friends at Petey's Playhouse!" Chester's breathing began to speed up, though still unnoticeable.

"And, yes, you can find Kaylee! Follow me down here,"

Petey gave a grin. Parker was moving on but Chester grabbed his wrist. "Are you sure you want to follow this guy?"

Chester's words scraped Parker's mind but he broke free from his grip and grabbed his wrist. "Yes. We must find her, Becca is counting on us for her sister." He said he brought Chester along with him to follow him.

They reached a door and Petey looked back at them. "I believe Kaylee is in here." He gave a devilish smile to the other males which made neither of them hesitate to walk in after Petey.

As they enter they saw nothing. only plastic along the floor and a paint bucket.

"Since you weren't answering my question, you two are naughty boys!" Chester looked disgusted under his sunglasses at Petey's laugh. "We're leaving, come on, dude."

Parker forcefully took Chester's hand and brought him out and started walking in the opposite direction.

"Bro, where are we going?" Chester awaits his best friend's response. "Out of here." Was Parker's prompt reply.

This shocked Chester. For once he wanted to leave. Was he now finally listening to his tantrums? As they approached the entrance, there was silence between the two.

As Parker opened the door, he saw a wall made out of legos entrapping them.  "Dude, we're trapped in here!"

Parker charges at it in an attempt to break it down, he tried multiple times but it wouldn't break. "Check the windows."

Parker slightly raised the blinds, but no luck, they were blocked off as well. "Let's just let up cameras."

Chester quietly agreed as he did try to argue about this idea but failed to win. Both separate, in the hope to find the missing ones and more clues about this playhouse as it was dangerous if children had gone missing for months without a trace.

Parker went back to the rooms as Chester headed toward the ball pit. He once more opens the door and closes it. As he sees an unknown door, his curiosity hits him as he creeks the door slowly open.

There was a bear, Friendo, from the commercial. "What...?" He muttered softly as he saw Friendo, with an axe, breaking the nightstand.

.Friendo stops and slowly turns to Chester, resulting in a dash and screaming. Chester was rounded in a corner by Friendo as he ran his fingers of him.

"PARKER! HELP!" Chester pleaded, loud enough for the entire house to hear.

Parker, upon hearing his friend's screams, went running to him. As he put a foot in the room, he was stopped by the words.

"Friendo."

When all three turned to the other doorway, there stood Petey! He had arrived right in time to help out. "You shouldn't visitors like that. Even if they are naughty boys."

Petey again does his signature laugh as Friendo apologizes. "I'm sorry Petey. I was just showing him."

Friendo walks away from Chester and went to Petey as he said that. "No worries! Now it's time for-" Petey was cut off by the loud screaming of an alarm clock.

Both of them retreat, leaving the two friends alone. "Are you okay?" Concerned, Parker walks over to his friend.

"Dude, he was touching me, all over!" Chester complained to him. Parker sighed as he said to him,

"Come on, let's go hide somewhere and lock it."

Chester nodded, getting up. Both friends venture to an empty room with a bed. Parker lays down under the sheet, holding the pillow from the back to his ears.

"Bro, why are they playing music!?" Chester tries to ask over the loud music being played. "Dude, I can barely hear you over this annoying music." Chester was annoyed by it.

"Just try to sleep,"

Parker advised him. Chester got into his side of the bed, adjusting himself. Three long hours. Three hours. That was how long the same tune was played. "Did they stop?" Chester asks, surprised.

"I guess, let's sleep." Both turned opposite directions and fell into a slumber for an hour.

THUMP!

"Bro, one of the cameras stop working," Parker informed, "But, you don't know what they are like alone!" Chester's denial screams were ignored, "If you don't want to go, you can stay here." Parker said, looking back.

Chester quietly followed as he didn't want to be alone. He knew what they did. In the extra storage room, Parker fixed the now broken camera.

Chester looked around, seeing a list of 'Conductors' there were in total four names and after theirs was Chester's name.

Freaked out, he walked out of the room. He walked until he found a new room from which he heard muffled screams. Tracking the noises, he found himself looking under the bed's frame.

Found two kids, one was awake and tapped while one was passed out.

He instantly dropped the sheets and looked at the doorway to see Friendo standing there in the exact clothes Conductor Charlie was wearing. Slowly approaching closer and closer Chester

"No! no! no! Stay away! AH! HELP!" Chester yelled out.

Parker sighed, making her way to his screaming friend. Upon arriving, Parker saw his friend being dragged into a room.

Dashing after the two, he only found himself clawing and scrapping the door to no avail. 

Recognizing the door to the ball pit, Parker ran out to the second door, in search of his friend. He made it in time to find Chester in between the balls.

"Chester!" Parker ran out to his friend, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the balls. Being chased by both Petey and Friendo.

"Bro! They're looking at us." Screamed Chester, running forcibly under Parker's grip. "Wait, look!" Parker pointed out to a shadow.

The small dark figure of a small child running about in the forest. Checking back to see if the two were still watching.

When they came closer, it was a small female child. Dirty brown hair, sapphire blue eyes and a long-sized black hoodie. She was standing around the height of four feet and three inches.

"Who... who are you?" The child looked at the two, scared. Sensing the child's tension, Parker said softly. "I'm Parker, were you hiding from someone?"

The child nodded.  "Well, do you know where your house is?" Parker waited in anticipation but no response. "I-Indonesia." Both males looked surprised. "Indonesia?" Chester repeats, getting a nod. 

"Where are your parents?" The child's frown became bigger as she pointed to the sky. "Up there with bubba," Chester mumbled something in Parker's ear after her reply.

"Why don't you come with us? We were friends with your parents." The child looked amazed and happily nodded. She ran to Chester, hugging him with joy. Chester attempted to pick her up and put her in the back seat.

"So, what's your name?" Parker asks, "Rhiannon! Rhea for short." Chester smiled. "Cute name." Rhiannon giggled and nodded.

"So, Rhea, what do you like to do?" The little girl paused. She had not been doing any hobbies for a year. "Painting and Ballet." Was her slow reply. She had been home-schooled so she had loved indoor activities.

"Nice, Chester might have fun painting with you, right?"

Rhea giggles and nodded.

[sweetlyhell]

A clown and the audience

Original fiction: Beth expects no drama, but her lovers have something else planned..

Bethany sat on her bed, dangling her feet off the edge as she held a book in her hand. The girl knew she might see hallucinations as she was alone and was in paranoia.

But it was casual and was trying to forget to see them with distracting herself with the books and sleep.

Her boyfriends were out for their own causes, leaving her alone in the house and the last time she was with a bodyguard, it was pretty bad and bloody to see.

If the girl was honest, she missed her boys a lot. Those funny little guys always joking around and her comparing them to fictional men. It was hilarious to watch for sure.

Now, instead of playing attention to the book Bethany was busy thinking about Zack and Jack.

But when she realised that they were out with a girl, it broke her heart. She noticed it because she had a notification on Instagram from Zack's account of them posting an image.

"What...?" She muttered to herself, holding back tears in her eyes as she dropped the book on the floor and covered her mouth; to prevent any noises coming out

She tried shaking off the feeling that it was their sister but she had called their sister a while again and checked up that she was at her own home and had not seen Zack and Jack for a while now.

"No. They wouldn't, would they?" So many negative thoughts were flooding her mind and wrapped her brain with a migraine.

She was quartering for mind with excited worried. The phone was far back towards the bed frame the night stand

Bethany was ready to flood questions and she surely will not be taking no as an answer she is very determined to get her answers and a clear explanation of the girl and why they were with her.

Of course if she was a co-worker, Beth would leave her off the hook but someone touching her boys was definitely not something she would accept and she will be off with her head if it is so.

All that was left to do was to wait for Zack and jack to return from the trip they told that they were on or as they said so.

They would not do something so dishonest to her, would they?

The key wiggled in the key lock of the door the door was open and Beth sat on the couch in the living room waiting for them to come in.

They both smile as Zack spoke up, "Baby, we missed you, so so much." This made her frown. Miss her their ass, they were with another girl.

"I did too, mhm."

This dry response of hers made both twins feel bad as if they did something wrong but before they could what was it, Beth left the room.

Zack and Jack both looked at the silhouette that was also fading away from the room as she went into the bedroom and shut the door.

This was not good. It was never good.

Both of them rushed to the door and knocked on it, hoping she would open it but she didn't, she didn't even scoff or make any noise as she would if she was mad.

Was she playing tricks and pranks like she did on the usual days?

Minutes passed and they slowly converted to hours. Now, this was worrying. It was making the twins panic until Jack pointed out that Zack had a kiss mark on this neck...

"You think she found out?" Zack asked with a uneasy feeling as Jack slowly nodded. Both muttered a curse under their breath as they knocked on the door again.

Complete silence, nothing was heard. After another 5 minutes, the twins kicked down the door and saw blood. So much fucking blood on the floor and nearing the bed was Bethany.

There was a note written in a beautiful cursive handwriting that was definitely Beth's own.

Note read out:

"We have or more likely had a small deal, if one cheats; the othet leaves and if both cheat; we live off and cut ties forever.

Congratulations cheaters! You now see my dead body. I hope you can love that new replacement of mine.

Yours truly,

Bethany Raynott"

Both of their eyes were watering. Zack was shivering in his place holding the note and staring at Beth while Jack was crying, sobbing as he called an ambulance to come.

"AND CUT."

The director posed the camera away and paused. Beth got up and coughed a little, allowing the fake blood escape her mouth.

Zack and Jack wiped their tears and smiled at Beth as she got up and hugged them both.

"I know you two would never do this to me." She said as she pulled away and wiped some of the blood off her face and fix her posture.

"You owe us a kiss because we actually thought you died because of this." At Jack's comment, she only laughed and nodded.

So was this all just a movie scene or did it mean more?

[sweetlyhell]

Replaced once more

Original song fiction: Rosanne's insight on Ivan Floyen's mistress.

Song- Heather by Conan Grey

Rosanna Vienna Agriche. 

The twin of Dion, amidst her siblings, Rosanna stood out. How is that possible? She was not ruthless, at least compared to her siblings. 

Not using, not into killing, not into murder, unlike the rest. She also the only one who possessed powers which could not cause destruction. What was the power? Healing.

She could bring back the dead. 

Rosanna, just like her little brother, Lapis, their mother, had waving blonde hair, wavy and long. Right up to her waist. 

She had ruby glowing eyes that had a glow according to her own wish.

She is always seen wearing long, designed dresses. These dresses are explained as “Hard to run in” or “Difficult for spy duties” but nonetheless, she has never led her boss down.

Rosanna, since her few months of working had her eye on a boy. That boy was specifically was, Ivan. Ivan Floyen.

An Agriche with a Floyen? Heard the impossible! Thought of it was uneasy and anxious for little Rosanna but she ought to do her best.

To her demise, Ivan Floyen had been together with another girl. This broke her heart more than anything. But she could have no choice but to face the utterly bitter truth.

Rosanna had no chance, from any point. She was worthless although anyway. A spy with no powers beside healing? She could she even do? Depend on her human strength? That’s stupid. 

She wished she could do something. She wanted to show she was not weak. Not a favorite child. She was much more. But there was nothing to do.

She would tear up in random situations, a flight not a fight, just helpless.

She watched the two, spending time together, hugging, kissing, enjoying companies of the other. 

She was helpless. All she could do was run into her brother’s arms and cry.

"I wish I was... her"