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necroangelz · 8 months ago

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I'm gonna pretend this didn't take me like 2 weeks to respond to again

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a kin memory

as Monika from ddlc, i remember two timelines/lives! one timeline follows the canon events of the game where i was a sentient entity trapped within the game. in the other timeline, i was a human girl living in like, a normal world, except i suffered a huuuge breakdown from heavy stress. something in me snapped and i began to see the world as lifeless and flat, and i thought i was stuck in a simulation or video game of some sorts where everything and everyone was fake and i was the only real being. it was.... very hard, as you can probably guess, but with professional help and support from the other club members i got better

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infodump about an oc

@yaoimurder hi squid I'm tagging uu here bc this is where i ramble about that vampire oc i mentioned ages ago, if uu remember that!!! read on if uu'd like (: my oc infodumps are very long and i mention almost EVERYTHING about them so uu can just read the basic info only lol

picrew one and two

her name is midah she is my babygirl. she's also my first (and only) empires SMP oc and i ship her w my f/o (mythicalsausage s1)!!

picture #1 is much more accurate to how midah looks but picture #2 includes details about midah not present in the other photo, such as her red vial necklace, flowers on her cheekbones, and silly little hat

since she's an oc for a series I'll mention stuff that some might not know about, im too lazy to explain everything though so if anyone's curious at all just ask :3

okay midah's backstory is a LIIITTLE murky bc i mainly use her for vague-daydreaming purposes. anyway shes an assassin sorceress who practices blood magic and other types of magic (such as offensive fire Magic that involves creating and manipulating white fire). i got the idea for her name from the line, "touch me, midas, make me part of your design," from my ordinary life. other than that though, her character/story doesn't have much connection to the mythology figure midas. it's just her name that's connected to him. her name is pronounced like midas without the "s", or like the name Micah.

midah is half vampire and half flower elf. i don't really have info on what a "flower elf" is exactly, i don't think i wrote down the info for that, but basically it's just. Elf type connected to Flowers. and flowers often grow on (and maybe in...) their bodies. this can be seen in the red roses that grow on midah's cheekbones. help me my brain is coming up with ideas fur this elf type as i type this but I'm too tired to really focus on that and too focused on finishing this rambles

shes brave, strong, self assured of her own capabilities, tbh for the most part she's a normal person with not much mental and emotional problems, and she cares deeply for those she loves (like a certain mythical j. sausage... aka my f/o ever) she cares deeply to the point of sacrifice but hey, anything for true love amirite... shes also usually the voice of logic and reason compared to sausage but she doesn't try to stop his antics (until his antics start getting a little... demonic.) she totally tops sausage btw. shes also older than him by a bit and she's much taller than him (she's like 7ft tall)

anyway midah isn't very affected by the sunlight BUT she does need to drink blood every now and then, otherwise she gets a bit Quirky (aggressive, uncontrollable monsterlike behavior, and also she starts feeling a lot of physical pain) blood is like a Huge thing for her. she can perform rituals using blood. she wears a vial of blood tied to a necklace for good luck. she has a special bond with the blood sheep

wait what the fuck is a blood sheep? they're creatures from empires SMP s1, particularly the mythland empire (cough cough, that's the main setting of midah's "story") basically they're just Minecraft sheep dyed red. but lorewise they're mysterious creatures who have inhabited mythland for a very long time. they exhibit erratic behavior and sometimes display aggression to other beings. their blood and guts are also very useful for rituals! the blood sheep like midah a lot. they follow her around and nuzzle her like docile farm sheep and sometimes she can communicate with them and they follow her orders. they also protect her FIERCELY against anyone

the vial midah wears around her neck is filled with the blood of a sacrificed blood sheep. she wears it for good luck but replaces it every now and then because the luck can degrade and eventually attract bad luck instead

so yeah i have a lot of different storylines i imagined for midah and ill try to go over them briefly (I'll totally not type like 6 more paragraphs)

- backstory #1 explaining how sausage and midah met: midah moves to mythland and works there as a regular farmer at first and then attempts to join the assassin's guild managed by sausage. she expresses interest in being an assassin and spy. sausage is unsure of her at first,but hes intrigued by her, so he tests her with an easy normal mission: assassinating codfather Jimmy in the empire next door and bringing back his head. yeah that's totally not, like, the beginning of a war and political feud or something. so midah sneaks to the codlands, successfully kills Jimmy, returns with his head, and gets accepted into the guild. at the beginning of this backstory she puts on this facade of a totally unassuming and regular citizen who doesn't seem to have any fighting capabilities, let alone the capability to fight with magic and perform rituals, but then time passes and more and more is revealed about her and it's like Wow she's not who she seems to be. at all. and she quits her farmer job and goes all in on the assassin gig but does other stuff on the side too. and falls in love with saus along the way LOL

- midah x saus backstory #2: they're ~ childhood friends ~ who have been separated for like more than a decade and reunite when midah moves back to mythland. (i envisioned this scene in my head actually—a few days before returning to mythland, midah sends sausage tons and tons of letters sealed within a thick envelope, talking about her plans to return to mythland and why. and also updating him on what's been going on in her life the past decade or so. then on the day she arrives in mythland, they have one of those cute cliche scenes where they run towards each other on a long path and hug each other at the middle. and they cry a bit and talk and marvel about how long its been since they last saw each other. its really sweet ugh)

in this backstory midah was actually part of one of mythland's noble families. i made up some lore where mythland used to be ruled by four noble families (among them were house sausage, which is where sausage comes from duh, and house lavendar, where midah comes from, and yea it's intentionally spelled that way). the noble families/houses went to war with each other for power over mythland and the other two houses were defeated. most members of house lavendar left of their own accord and the rest that remained renounced their noble lineage, leaving house sausage who became the ruling family of mythland. the members of house lavendar specialized in blood magic and a lot of advanced complex blood spells were created by them. hence they have connections to the blood sheep in some way.

i like the longtime friends/allies to lovers dynamic that's going on in backstory #2 (: backstory #1 is still cool in its own way, strangers to lovers is nice, getting to know each other on purpose bc uu find each other intriguing is nice, even though uu might think uur very different people at first, uu get to know the other person a bit more and uu find out things about them and uu realize uur not so different after all ^_^ i read smtg about that once, about loving each other on purpose and choosing to love each other even though uu don't have years and years of history with the other person, and uu grew up completely without them and uur roots aren't tangled with theirs. but still uu love them. and that's very beautiful

okay umm this is getting to be a lot lol i think I'll cap it here, maybe the next time someone sends a 🪽 emoji I'll do a pt2 bc i still have more to say LOL

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lunarsands · 2 years ago

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Empires SMP S1 Fanfic: Glimpses of Fate Ch 2

Characters: Mythical Sausage, PearlescentMoon, Bubbles the Dog, GeminiTay, Scott Smajor, and three special guests

Relationships: (implied) MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Empires SMP S1 with allusions to Afterlife SMP, and allusions to Empires SMP S2, Canon Divergent, Scosage adjacent

WARNINGS: Angst, mention of blood

Summary: The one issue left unresolved from dealing with the spirits of the past catches up to Sausage. The Wither of Mythland attempts to warn him, but time is ticking while he learns to accept that this might be another thing he can’t face on his own.

Sequel to The Past Unmasked and Phantom Solitude

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ Chapter One ]

[A/N: I forgot the usual shout out to @cynthrey on Chapter 1 but that one was getting a bit long, and I would like to add gratitude for not just letting me bounce ideas for this but also for being patient when I basically took half of the initial plan and tossed it out the window for another idea. ^_^; ]

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Chapter Two

In the morning he told Bubbles about everything he had seen in the dream, but she had yet to receive answers from any other Bubbles that might exist in those other realities, although it was mainly the last two that he was either interested in or concerned about. He decided to talk to Pearl about it was well, disturbed that her sunflowers were tied to such a dreadful vision, and he wanted to make sure she was all right.

Gilded Helianthia looked perfectly fine from above as he circled over the farmlands. He didn’t see Pearl out anywhere, so he called her name repeatedly while coming in for a landing. He scurried into the farmhouse to have a look. “Pearl Pearl Pearl! I have to tell you about my dream! Where are you?”

He made an attempt to find her but immediately got turned around in the oddly complex basement system. Why couldn’t she build twenty extra highly specialized outbuildings like a normal person? He finally found his way back out and sat on the porch to pet Bingo while waiting for her to return.

In the meantime, he tried not to picture the surrounding crops being razed. Instead, he imagined children running through them, laughing and playing chase with the farm dogs. That helped to make him smile and took his mind off the nightmarish option. He was just adding Bubbles to the idea when Pearl arrived, flying down with a shulker box in her arms.

“Oh, hey, Sausage! What are you doing just sitting there? I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“Oh, I’m just thinking about Bubbles playing around chasing kids through your fields,” he replied, taking her question with immediate literal meaning.

“Kids? No kids around here, Sausage. I don’t have any goats right now.”

“Not those kinds of kids, Pearl! The kind that – okay, wait, hold on, let me tell you about my dream first, then it will make sense!”

“All right. Let me put this away.” She hefted the shulker box and he moved aside so she could get past and put the box inside the house. He followed her, although to his relief she only set it on the floor and didn’t head downstairs. “Go ahead, tell me what you found out.”

“I didn’t follow all the strings, but each one that I did ended at a grave. Um, my grave, or well, they had my name on them, and when I touched them, they showed me these visions of buildings, I guess kind of like places I lived at in those realities? The one I thought connected to The Wither was a spooky-looking house, and – oh, yeah, and all of the headstones had different pictures on them. The Wither one had a skull, and there was one with a feather on it but it was kind of weird, too, and one with some arrows, and—”

“Hold on, Sausage, stop a minute. Why don’t you draw each of them so we can have a look at them? Let me get you some paper.”

A short while later he had the five sketched out with a sixth noted as ‘a garden of flowers’ and he wrote down the colors of the other strings to have a record if he followed any of them in the next dream. He had been reluctant to include the sunflower, but it was just as much a clue as the others.

Pearl studied them. “So, the feather has like a ‘no’ symbol over it? What in the world does that mean?”

“I don’t know, that’s why it’s weird.”

“Maybe it’s because whatever it means isn’t allowed? Or…is wrong in some way?”

“I have no idea. I didn’t see myself in that one so I don’t know anything else about it. I mean, the skull one only shared a theme with The Wither so I don’t really know much more about that one either. Only the last two, really.”

“So, you saw yourself in those?”

“Not me me, or at least I hope not – or well, maybe one of them but definitely not the other, oh no.”

“Is this the part that has to do with the goats?”

“Not goats, Pearl! I told you—” He stopped when she began to laugh. “You’re very proud of that joke, aren’t you?”

“You did walk right into it.”

“I did not! Children, okay, Pearl? The garden of flowers gravestone mentioned children. Because it actually had an inscription on it! I was married, and had children, and grandchildren! It showed me some place in Rivendell, I think, because there was a little elven girl there, too. So, maybe Scott also had kids.”

“I don’t know about that one, maybe you were having a dream within a dream. Are you really responsible enough to be raising kids?”

He gave her a combined look of a scowl and a pout.

She laughed gently. “I’m just being honest, Sausage. You do some crazy things.”

He spluttered for a second. “Well, maybe in that reality I was different!”

“Do you even want kids?”

“I don’t know! Maybe I had a reason in that one! What about you?”

“I’ve got my hands full just watching out for you, what do I need kids for?” Her tone wasn’t teasing or scolding, either, but there was an awkward silence from him, so she asked, “Are you feeling any of the cold today?”

The question gave him something else to focus on. “Come to think of it, I don’t feel it at all right now.”

“So do you wanna spar for a little while, or do you have more dream stuff to take care of?” Pearl was hoping for the former, to take both their minds off that bit of awkward conversation.

Sausage finally cracked a smile. “Yeah. I think I can win today, so watch out, Pearl!”

He was, he had to admit, still worn out after only a few matches, but he did manage to win two. He suspected Pearl was going easy on him but maybe it was just as well. However, he felt lighter-hearted overall having merely spent some more time with her. Maybe it helped seeing her and her lands safe, chasing away the horror of that last vision.

~*~

When he fell asleep that night, he was not at all surprised to see two new strings. One was a similar orchid-blue to the other one but with bright magenta clearly spotted along it, while the other was red and dark grey twisted together. Given the pleasantness of the previous orchid-blue string, Sausage chose to follow that one first. He even saw the previous string running parallel a few times before the void fog swept closer and hid it from view.

The headstone at the end, however, was not as encouraging as the other one had been. The image on it seemed to be a cracked flower pot with a word in a language he didn’t know the meaning of, but it might have been Elvish: Arauco. He tentatively placed his hand on it. A flash of swirling magenta and purple passed before his eyes, then he was looking at what seemed to be a very fancy, if small, walled garden in hues of red and orange, all of the stonework made of Nether brick. No, actually – the entire thing was in the Nether. How could any non-native plants even survive there? But he could see flowers blooming and trees that bore fruit, arranged in neat tiers and planters that fit the surrounding aesthetic.

Then he saw something that didn’t quite fit the fiery landscape – glittering icy dust, drifting down in the wake of a figure who wandered through, seeming to be admiring the garden. Something about him seemed different, but it was definitely Scott. Then Sausage saw himself, first talking to Scott, then taking the elf’s hand and bowing. He said something else, and whatever it was startled Scott, but after a moment they walked toward a building at the end of the garden. They stopped in the doorway and began to kiss…

Sausage yanked his hand from the headstone. “Nope. No. Absolutely not. I’ve had enough of kissing Scott to last me forever. I don’t care what some other reality thinks. That’s not for me.” He then reflexively jumped back from the headstone upon seeing that the stone itself now had a vertical crack in it that glowed magenta and purple.

He hurried away back to his starting point, blushing furiously and rubbing a spot on his chest. Kissing Scott was what had caused this problem to begin with. He didn’t need to think of a reality where they were actually together. Besides, Scott was more likely destined to be with Jimmy, regardless of the universe they were in.

Following the red and grey string ended up not to be reassuring, either. The ground began to change, which had never happened before in the void. Patches of mycelium appeared first, then a bit of deepslate, and then… corrupted soil.

An unsettled feeling took root in the pit of his stomach, but he kept going and soon he spotted an orange string that crossed over the other one a few times before it squiggled back off into the nothingness around him. He stopped once to inspect it and saw that it actually appeared to be actively burning in a few places, creating that particular color.

He was becoming concerned by all the things having evidence of flames, but maybe this also had something to do with the ‘rain of fire’ that The Wither had mentioned. He would see if it appeared again while following this path, even though the corruption continued to make him feel uneasy.

The ground was nearly all deepslate mixed with corrupted soil by the time the orange string appeared again; he paused once more to inspect it. Then he heard a voice that sent a chill up his spine.

His own voice, but with a demonic resonance to it.

“Well hello, Mythical Sausage. How interesting to see you here, in such a place.”

He looked up from the ground and saw the crimson-eyed version of himself in his self-dubbed warlock outfit, standing still with a smug look. The red and grey string ended at his feet; the orange one continued on to somewhere behind him. “What do you mean ‘in such a place’? This is only a dream! How are you here, outside of a vision?! You’re supposed to be gone, anyway!”

“Do you really think it would be that easy to get rid of me completely?”

“I got rid of you just fine! Off to another dimension where you couldn’t hurt anyone!”

“Did you? Are you sure?” The warlock smirked. “And are you sure you could even keep me there, when you are growing weak?”

“I’m not getting weak! I – I can send you right back there if I have to, or – or somewhere else altogether if I want!”

“Bold words for someone in your position.” He continued to smirk, then tapped the left side of his own head. “Seems you have a little weakness right about here. Or is it here?” He placed his hand against his chest. “Have you considered that maybe you deserve to freeze, after what you did to your friends?”

“No, it was you! What you did!”

The warlock laughed. “I AM you! Stop trying to deny your own nature! I wouldn’t exist if you hadn’t been so greedy for power in the first place!”

Sausage would have preferred to wake up right then, but he felt like he had to make sure the warlock wasn’t going to find a way to follow him back – if this wasn’t merely some trick of the dream realm. Yet the evil presence in front of him felt as real as The Wither did when it appeared as usual earlier. “I admit I was wrong back then. But I made it right when I let Gem banish us and dealt with you the best I could!”

“No, no, no – you still need to atone for all of that. Maybe you should let yourself freeze for a while. You have accepted it as is, haven’t you? Why, even now more of your hair is turning white! All this wandering around in here hasn’t gotten you any real answers, has it? And now you’re here at my doorstep and his.”

For a second Sausage thought Xornoth would also make an appearance, but the warlock stepped aside to reveal a headstone once again with his name on it, although this one had the Myth part emblazoned in glowing orange, with a symbol resembling blaze powder carved into it. It was also scored and crumbling all over from deep claw marks. Before he could react further, the warlock grabbed him by the wrist and shoved him toward the headstone so that he had no choice but to put both hands onto it or fall over it.

There was just a split second where he looked down and noticed some of the dozens of marks were actually other symbols, but then the vision associated with it took hold. The marks became even clearer as they flashed through a misty hole in the void – dozens of them, one symbol after another, signifying one death after another. Jolts of pain shot across his body and sudden, unbridled rage boiled up. He felt his thoughts begin to slide toward madness, but before he lost himself completely, he shoved backward away from the headstone. He stumbled and the warlock laughed.

“Ah, see! You can easily be overpowered even now! Just a little more time, and you’ll be completely frozen! Lost, like all these other versions of you scattered around! But yours is the door, and then I’ll have a chance to come back, and there won’t be anything you can do to stop me!”

“Th-That won’t happen! I won’t let you come back!” Sausage remembered The Wither’s comment about how it couldn’t affect things in this reality because of where it was now. He had succeeded there, so he shouldn’t really have to worry about the warlock doing the same.

However… that success had been with help from Gem and Scott. Gem had been involved with sending the possessed Sausage to the spirit realm, but she was also responsible for anchoring The Wither and The Angel to their new reality. Had he done enough to anchor the warlock to the reality that he had sent him to, after allowing him to escape the pocket dimension?

“I’m still waiting to see you try, O Great and Powerful Mythical Sausage! You’ll become a myth, all right! The frozen failure!”

When the evil version of himself laughed triumphantly, Sausage began to shiver as a wave of cold fell over him; he was almost certain he could feel frost prickling at his scalp with the tell-tale turning of his hair to all white. If the warlock had just as much presence as The Wither, that meant his other self could possibly reach across realities. And if Sausage had failed to contain him in that other isolated reality, did he really have the ability to remove the ice essence from his own soul?

The doubt plagued him on through to the waking world as he awoke, shivering in his bed, only to discover a coating of frost on his hands, and he could have sworn he still felt the rough edges of the gravestone against his palms. He rubbed his hands together, trying to rid them of the frost while he staggered over to a mirror.

The warlock was right. His entire head of hair and eyebrows were now white; so far, his beard was untouched but he expected that to change at any moment. He then felt a pain in his chest like the first time Scott had struck him with the bolt of ice, but touching the spot only made it feel worse because of the persistent frost, which seeped right through his shirt.

He returned to rubbing his hands on his way over to the desk. He tried to force away the shivering to keep his handwriting legible as he wrote out messages. He managed to finish them and give instructions to three ravens before he had to retreat back under the blankets to try to warm up again. He… couldn’t do this alone.

~*~

A dreamless sleep awaited him, although for a while he had the impression he was inside a cave where the walls were lined with ice. The sound of voices roused him. He blearily looked up and thought he was seeing the sun through an opening in the cave ceiling, then the shape resolved into a face framed by long, golden-brown hair. “P-Pearl?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Sausage? Sausage – Guys, I think he’s waking up.”

“Pearl…” he repeated. His eyes wanted to close again.

“It’s me, Sausage. I’m here. Scott and Gem are here, too. We received your ravens.” There was a bark to her left. “Bubbles is here, too, of course.”

Gem came into view. “Stay with us, Sausage. Your message said something about ice stuck inside your soul? How did that happen? Scott isn’t that powerful, I don’t think.”

“The Wither said… it’s now part of my soul. I put it there…”

Scott’s voice came from somewhere off to the side, sounding baffled. “How did you do that? You don’t have elemental powers!”

Sausage’s breath wheezed weakly. “Because I deserved it… Because of what I did when I was under Xornoth’s influence… The evil me said that I’m still to blame for what happened. He’s right…”

Gem frowned. “The evil you? You’ve spoken to The Wither and your corrupted counterpart?”

“They’re both in the dream realm…” He stopped, shivering and struggling to catch his breath, which puffed visibly in the air even though no one else’s was.

Scott removed his cloak and added it to the layers of blankets, looking worried with some guilt of his own. “I’m sorry,” he said to both Sausage and the two women. “I never meant for this to happen. I’ve tried to undo it but The Wither must be right. Something else has complicated things and I can’t simply remove the ice essence anymore.”

Pearl gently ran a hand over Sausage’s snow-white hair. “He keeps talking about his dreams, but could this be more spirit realm stuff? Gem, what do you think?”

“I think you might be on to something, Pearl, but he’s in no condition to go there himself. If the corrupted version of Sausage is able to reach into dreams and isn’t just some figment of his imagination, then it could be a ploy to regain control of Sausage’s body if he succumbs to the cold. Given The Wither’s presence and knowing firsthand myself how real it is, there is a possibility… But someone else might have to take on the spirit quest to help out.”

“I’ll do it,” Scott volunteered. “This is my fault, after all.”

Gem shook her head. “No, see, you’re also feeling guilt. I don’t think that will help.”

“I’ll do it, then,” Pearl said. “I might not be terribly good with all of these spiritual and magical matters, but I can always kick Sausage’s butt – and maybe it will help that I never held any of that evil stuff against him. No offense, Gem.”

“None taken. I think. And, you know… Scott, I’m going to need you out here to draw off the cold so he doesn’t get any worse.”

The elf now nodded. “Right. You’re right. That makes more sense.”

“Okay then. I just need one more thing. Bubbles, where is the Staff of Mythland?”

With a bark, Bubbles led Gem away. Pearl leaned over Sausage again and smoothed out Scott’s cloak over him. “Hang in there, buddy. I’m not going to let you freeze, whether you think you deserve to or not.”

He didn’t respond, but she could see each puff of his breath, so at least he was still with them. Scott passed his hand over Sausage’s face and there was a brief trail of tiny ice crystals that followed his movement, disappearing into his palm. For the moment Sausage stopped shivering.

Scott then went over to the desk and wrote a message of his own. He leaned out of the window and coaxed down one of the awaiting ravens, assuring it that it would have a short trip. It cawed once and took the rolled-up piece of paper.

“What was that about?” Pearl asked curiously.

“Keeping Jimmy in the loop,” Scott replied. “I wouldn’t expect him to randomly show up here, but just to avoid any misunderstandings, in case…” He paused, unsure of what he intended to imply. “…Just in case,” he finally finished.

Pearl gave him a questioning look but didn’t push for further explanation. Then Gem returned with the Staff in hand as well as the Nether star pendant. She set them aside before taking a piece of blue chalk from her bag, using it to draw a circle near the foot of the bed. She drew a few symbols, then three smaller circles. She placed the star pendant in one of them, then took out an amethyst crystal as well as a piece of citrine to put in the other circles. She picked up the Staff and held out her other hand to Pearl. “This might feel a little disorienting when we cross over, so just stay close to me.”

Pearl nodded and took her hand, stepping carefully over the drawn lines to stand in the middle. Scott kept his distance but couldn’t help casting a glance at the Nether star. It was only a plain white jewel now, but he couldn’t help feeling slightly wary. “Good luck,” he said to them.

Pearl gave a confident smile while Gem began to intone the spell. The amethyst and citrine gave off a faint glow which faded as the two disappeared.

~*~

There was no Wither or strings on the ground where Gem and Pearl materialized. Instead there were a series of stone archways leading in countless directions off of a deepslate corridor lined with red carpets, lit by torches set in metal sconces at regular intervals. There were plain red tapestries hanging between every third archway. The two started to look around for clues on where to go from there. It was Pearl who spotted a bit of white thread at the edge of the carpet in front of one archway. She glanced inside, but only two meters in was a solid wall.

She could, however, make out the shape of a feather etched into the middle of the wall, and a closer look showed the impression of a circle around it with a diagonal line through the middle. “Aha,” she murmured, then called out “Gem! Look for these loose threads. They match the strings in Sausage’s dreams.”

They soon found the black one, with a skull carved into the wall inside the archway, and not long after they simply glanced into each alcove to make note of the symbols even if they weren’t entirely sure what they led to. Pearl stopped short at the sight of an entire wall carved with flowers around the edges. Sausage hadn’t mentioned a tree being involved, but right in the center was a stylized oak with thirteen main branches and what seemed like a very particular arrangement of smaller ones forking off before they were lost among the frame of flowers; a few didn’t even have the smaller branches, though.

Was this some sort of Mythland family tree? Without any names, she couldn’t tell which way it was supposed to read. She stepped closer and thought she saw symbols to either side of the trunk. She ran her fingers over them and was mildly confused, then reminded herself that these were a representation of other realities, not their own.

“Whoa…” Gem marveled as she walked in to see what was taking Pearl so long. “That’s beautiful, and so much more detailed than the other ones so far.”

“I know. I think this one might be particularly important.” Pearl hid her hands in her skirt as if they would give away the shapes she thought she had felt in the two symbols, and hurried away from the wall. “He said something about marriage, and children, and even grandchildren. Can you imagine?”

“A reality where Sausage is actually a responsible human being? That’ll be the day,” Gem mused, but she did chuckle softly. “Who knows, though. He can learn.”

They left and continued down the corridor until the next sight came along that made them both stop and trade glances: an open archway that was brightly lit inside – although the light didn’t reach out to the corridor. The inside didn’t end in a wall but stretched on to another darkened doorway at the far end, and as they cautiously entered, they saw not etchings but paintings framed in ice, and it looked like there were crystalline statues further in.

The paintings, they quickly realized, showed all of the destruction the warlock version of Sausage had intended for each empire, with buildings leveled or on fire, massive holes in the ground and corruption flowing over streets and houses. Gem stared in dismay at the fate of the Crystal Cliffs, the dragon aerie toppled and her academy reduced to a pile of rubble. Pearl found Gilded Helianthia a few paintings down the line, where the beanstalk had been felled and had crushed her farmhouse.

Silently they moved on to view the first statue, which depicted Scott; the right arm of the statue was broken off and laid on the floor, the Rune Blade still in its hand. He had a look on his face as if some terrible revelation had been made to him.

A dark chuckle came from behind them and they both instinctively spun around. Gem tightened her grip on the Staff while Pearl momentarily considered picking up the statue’s arm to use as a weapon. “Hello, accursed wizard GeminiTay. And Pearl. How lovely to see you two here.” The crimson-eyed version of Sausage smirked. “Admiring my work, I see. Soon enough it will all come to pass. I’m not sure what you think you can do from in here. This is the dungeon of his soul, and my playground now.”

Gem grabbed Pearl’s hand. “Run!” She didn’t need the encouragement as they turned and ran for the far doorway, passing by statues of all the other rulers. None of them were damaged like Scott’s – just expressions of fear on every last one of their faces, including Joey. The warlock’s laughter followed them the entire way.

~*~

Scott watched with mounting dread as the color abruptly drained from Sausage’s beard and swirls of frost curled out of it onto his cheeks. The elf once again drew off the cold but only seemed to be slowing the spread, as the frost continued to creep up the sides of Sausage’s face. “Gem… Pearl… Hurry,” Scott murmured. He laid a hand on Sausage’s chest to try to get a feel for where the worse of it was taking hold.

That small amount of pressure was enough to bring Sausage back around and he cracked his eyes open to give the elf a weary look. “S-Scott… Let me f-freeze. If I’m j-just an ice st-statue… he c-can’t t-take over my body.”

He figured that Sausage meant his corrupted counterpart. “No, I won’t let either of those happen. Mythland needs you. Your friends need you. You’re strong enough to fight him off and overcome this. I believe in you, Sausage.”

“Scott… I’m n-not strong. H-How do you think I g-get into these m-messes in the f-first place? Th-There would be no w-warlock if I hadn’t f-fallen under Xornoth’s influence… I w-wouldn’t be f-freezing right now if I h-hadn’t been possessed by The W-Wither…”

“But The Wither and The Angel needed our help. You did a good thing by that happening.”

“But I put y-you and I both at risk. W-What if we h-hadn’t been able to f-find a solution? We both c-could have been possessed f-for the rest of our l-lives. What if J-Jimmy had g-gotten even m-more upset? W-What if he had g-gotten Lizzie involved? There c-could have been w-war, and we w-wouldn’t have had t-time to f-fix things.”

Scott now placed his hand on Sausage’s shoulder and made a concerted effort to draw even more of the cold out. “None of that happened, though. We did solve it, and The Wither even tried to help you. I’m sure it would have done more if it could have.” He held his other hand out toward the window, redirecting the cold he was pulling out so that it coated the stones with ice instead.

“It’s okay, S-Scott. Listen…In one of my v-visions, in the dream… I w-was in Rivendell. There w-was a little elven g-girl who ran up to me, and she h-hugged me, so she must h-have known me. S-So maybe she w-was your adopted d-daughter. You c-can have a f-future like that, with J-Jimmy. Even if there isn’t a f-future for me. You c-could have… Your own f-family someday.”

“Sausage, don’t talk like that. We’ll fix this, too! Please, I won’t let things just end here for you! I never wanted this to happen. You have to let me save you. Sausage, just… let go of the ice essence! You don’t need to punish yourself!” He wasn’t sure if his words were even getting through—

Sausage’s eyelids fluttered and he seemed to swoon. The swirls of frost returned just as quickly as Scott tried to remove them. With a frustrated sigh he drew the cold toward himself again; the tips of his own ears were now turning blue, but he would still be more immune to the worst of it.

~*~

“Pearl! Keep running! There has to be another way around!” Gem cried. They had exited the gallery only to end up in another corridor full of archways. There was only just enough time before the warlock came into view to note that it was a mirror of the other one, with the white-thread alcove having some red liquid seeping out of it across the floor.

“Cast something at him!” Pearl suggested. “Or – give me the Staff and I’ll use it as a club if I have to!” She glanced behind her only to see that he was no longer there. “Wait, Gem, he’s—”

The warlock materialized out of one of the walls lacking a tapestry not two steps away from Gem. “Oh, by the way – the rules of physics don’t apply to me here.” Gem began to point the Staff at him to cast an offensive spell, but he swiped his hand through the air – and as he did so the Dark Mythland Scythe appeared in his grasp. He laughed as the blade cut through Gem’s form, causing her to disappear in a purple mist, Staff and all.

A bony hand grabbed Pearl by the arm and pulled her into the nearest alcove, then the figure it belonged to lifted both arms and blocked the opening with its black-cloaked body. She kept quiet, figuring she was in less danger here than out in the corridor. She could hear the warlock’s laughter abruptly stop. “Well, Pearl, that was quick of you. If you abandon Gem that easily, are you really going to stick around to attempt to save your precious Mythical Sausage? It’s no use hiding. I’ll find you eventually. You’re not leaving without some magic intervention, anyway. You’re trapped here.”

She now heard him stalk down the corridor, but his footsteps went right past her and the cloaked figure, which lowered its arms after a moment then glanced over its shoulder. When it relaxed and looked back at her, she could see two eyes within the hood that glittered with a changing pattern of white. From Sausage’s description, she surmised this was The Wither of Mythland. “Lady Pearlescent,” it rasped, “I have come to give what aid I can. I cannot fight him directly, but you can do as he did – conjure the weapon of your choice and defeat him, then you must hurry to the deepest chamber of Lord Sausage’s soul.”

“How do I conjure anything? I’m not really as versed in magic as he and Gem are.” She squinted her eyes a little, trying to get any kind of view of the face within the hood. She was being struck by an odd familiar feeling even though she had never encountered The Wither before – that she knew of, anyway.

“You merely need to think of holding it in your hand. While you are here you can tap into the magic inherent to this realm. Your own strength is important to maintain it, however.”

“Oh, I’m plenty strong.” Pearl grinned vivaciously then braced her hands in a fighting pose and imagined herself holding her shield and a battle axe. Within a blink they appeared. She took a few practice swings; the weight of the axe felt completely real. She struck it against the shield to test how it held, and it was the same as any real shield.

The Wither seemed to flinch at the noise, glancing back out into the corridor. “I… did mean to use some precaution, but you and Lord Sausage do have a similar spirit, after all. I will remain in the shadows. Move quickly, but carefully, Lady Pearlescent. I wish you luck.”

“You got it.” She smiled and gave a reassuring nod then stepped out into the corridor, shield held in a guard position. She hadn’t gotten far when the torches all through the corridor guttered. From one archway came flashes of lightning; from opposite it seemed to be the wavy reflection of light on water. The pool of red from the first archway had gotten bigger.

The warlock’s laughter echoed along the stone walls. “Death, death, and more death, all around you, Pearl. Fates he could never avoid. What makes you think you can save him from this one?”

“Well, I might as well try!” she called back indignantly. “Come here and face me, one on one, right now, and we’ll see who gets a say in what happens to Sausage’s soul next.”

The scythe came flying down out of the wall beside her, the warlock following with a wild-eyed look and a wide grin. Pearl pivoted one foot and caught the blade on her shield, then immediately swung her axe. He dodged and summoned a small, round shield latched to his right forearm, although he used both hands to swing the scythe again.

The clash continued as they danced along the corridor, Pearl having to keep an eye out for the puddles of water or the red substance from the alcoves; he knew their positions better than her, but she refused to let so simple a thing trip her up. They were simply more obstacles, like in the fighting arena. And he didn’t seem to have the supercharged strength like that last time she had fought him, but he did have tenacity backing every strike.

~*~

Gem found herself landing on her hands and knees inside the chalk circle, the Staff of Mythland clattering to the floor beside her. She was grateful for that much – at least the warlock hadn’t tried to grab it.

“Gem-?” Scott’s voice called in alarm.

She looked up and over at him with equal alarm. He very much resembled the ice statue in the gallery, his skin completely blue and having a crystalline quality to it. “Scott! Are you okay?”

“Yes, mostly. This is just… a side effect. I’ve run out of options for venting the cold.” He gestured around at the room.

As she stood, Gem now saw that all of the walls were coated in a layer of ice, with icicles hanging from the ceiling everywhere except over Sausage’s bed and the magic circle. “You’ll go back to normal once this is over, right?” she asked with trepidation.

“I certainly hope so,” Scott replied with a forced smile. “Can’t have Sausage feeling guilty thinking he turned me into a walking ice sculpture.”

Gem bit back the temptation of telling him how horrifyingly accurate that image would be. Instead, she said, “How can he contain this much ice magic in him?”

“He just keeps drawing from the source. We’ve got to get that essence out of him soon. What… actually happened that you’re back and not with Pearl?”

“The corrupted Sausage appeared,” she replied grimly. “He got the drop on me, but I assume Pearl fared better. I’ll try to get back to help her, but I need a minute.”

Scott nodded, and she felt extremely concerned that the motion was accompanied by the creak of ice rubbing against itself. “Well, you might need an extra cloak or blanket of your own if you stay here long. Next I’ll have to create a snowstorm over the rest of Mythland.”

“He never does anything by half, does he?” Gem sighed. She placed the Staff on the end of the bed and wrapped her arms around herself, sighing again. “Sausage, what are we going to do with you?” She heard another creak come from Scott as he moved to lean over Sausage’s face. “What are you doing now?” she asked.

He kept his gaze on the ever-advancing swirls of frost as he responded softly, “Call it an act of desperation…” He pressed his crystalline lips to Sausage’s mouth and inhaled as he kissed him, filling his own lungs with the cold. He then held his breath as he stepped away, moving to the nearest window and breathing out a cloud of ice particles. He features now took on the look of cameo-carved glass, not just plain blue crystal. But at least the frost on Sausage had once again slowed.

“Scott…” Gem said with worry, “We can’t lose both of you.”

His movements were slow, such as the way in which another smile crawled onto his face, and his voice sounded distant, as if muffled by all the ice. “I’ll be okay, Gem. Just be ready to cast your spell again soon. But maybe we can hope Pearl is getting close to where she needs to be.”

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