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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch20 Date P4

(Warning: Past abuse mentioned, Plus minor panic attack. Mak belongs to @wasted-church )

"And then so I put the ace in the trunk Seam had levitated and pulled, pulled him out without anyone knowing. It used to be one of Queen Heart's favorite, favorite tricks of mine, mine. I think I also saw you there a few times, times."

"I was, but I nay had any time for shows with thine king's giving me so many duties to perform."

The floating jester next to him hummed and smiled brightly next to the duke. The two had been chatting about Jevil's old shows he'd perform along with some of Rouxls's old jobs and encounters with the younger royals. Or more specifically Jevil was talking and the duke went ahead and listened to whatever he had to say of course. He didn't mind the constant chattering, he was used to the King of Clubs many heads doing the same thing or Lancer babbling his child mind out. But he was surprised he wasn't more tired.

Well, he guessed it was official now. Rouxls Kaard, Duke of Puzzles, advisor and caretaker of King Lancer- Had finally fallen off the deep end or at least given up and accepted his fate of being surrounded by mad people and the chaos they bring into his life. But he had to debate really quick in his tired mind. Either let Jevil take him out on whatever hopefully not so chaotic outing he wanted and get it over with, or argue for hours until his lungs were burnt out only to be dragged off against his will or fight all over again. He believed the latter was more obvious. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. But knowing Jevil it would take anywhere from a few minutes to the whole day, hopefully this'll be enough to suffice him. At least for the time being. Right now be had a resting tired and bored face as he allowed himself to be guided along upon the path to who knows where.

But much to his credit, though he'd hate to admit it, Jevil was at least behaving himself. The little imp had offered the poor tired duke his arm, which Rouxls politely declined for personal reasons and opened the door for him. Very gentlemanly- Which raised the worm's suspicions by tenfold. It wasn't like Jevil to be so...calm for more than a few seconds. He knew he wouldn't be acting like this for a good reason, but what for he wouldn't know. Which begs the question. Shouldn't he be more suspicious right now? He's been feeling unusally calm as of late, different from the start of this week or....Well everyday he could remember before this week. It was weird. He still felt suspicious and if he were to be honest a little scared of the whole thing but...He couldn't help but find it strange, so he shrugged it off for now. It was just probably his mind subconsciously becoming more adapted to his new surroundings or maybe he really did need a break from it all.

'There. See? This isn't so bad. It's a nice day and Jevil's sure to make it worth your while. Look at the giant smile on his face-' 'Silence worm! I still has to keepeth mine guard on in case somethinge happens!' 'Still afraid over what happened with her? It was so long ago-'

"HE CLAWED MY FACE!!''

A surge of anger erupted from the deepest depths of his soul and whatever was going on around him halted in a second. His soul thumped from within his chest and he took a few breaths just staring at the ground to pay any real attention that Jevil had stopped talking about whatever he was going on about and staring dead at him. The floating jester blinked in shock at the heaving duke and froze at his reaction. He could feel the sudden spike of anger come from the glossy eyed worm at he stared dead at the ground, but as quickly as it came it seemed the duke remembered the other person there and slowly turned his glossy eyes towards him. Jevil couldn't make out what the duke was thinking just staring at him- No. Not staring at him. Staring through him. Almost like Rouxls was in some kind of stuper.

"...Rouxls, Rouxls?"

....The duke blinked, it seemed his brain had caught up with his brain and his blurry vision of three Jevils turned into one worried lookinh gremlin reaching his hand out to him. To which he instinctively took a few quick steps away.

"I-I amst fine!" His eyes quickly looked away as he still breathed deeply. "I-I...I just need a few moments."

Jevil didn't look the least bit convinced, but stayed silently staring at him. Rouxls knew the imp was staring at him but didn't let it show, instead straightening himself out and beginning to walk away on jello feeling legs. Jevil right beside him of course. The two walked in very uncomfortable silence for a moment before jevil looked back over to him and silently stared at the duke with a quizzical expression. ...This reaction of staring at nothing and freezing like a cornered rabbick was something he had seen before. Pretty small when he spooked him and he'd freeze and smile, but this was something a whole lot different. It was almost the same reaction he had from a few days ago, minus the sudden outburst just now- His yellow eyes grazed over the few scars across his face-

".....Rouxls?" The worm didn't look at him but made a small hum sound indicating he was listening. The fool nervously bit his bottem lip, maybe he shouldn't be asking so early into his date, heck. It could ruin the whole mood altogether. But-..."Are you feeling, feeling alright?"

".....I willst be fine."

"If you say so, so-"

"I do."

His tone told Jevil that was the end of that discussion, well for now at least. He now had a very concerned and curious idea about his reactions now, but to make the duke more comfortable and hopefully feel better he'd let it go for now. But he made a mental note to figure this out later. Putting on a smile he acted like what happened hadn't even happened, if there was one thing he was good at it was entertainment!

"I heard, heard you enjoyed knitting!" He smiled wider when then the duke's head slightly turned to him. At least that caught his interest. "Little Lancer had showed me, showed me your many scarves and sweaters you made him, him!" He pointed at him. "And you did, did buy wool, wool from Seam. I assumed you did it as a side hobby, hobby."

Rouxls gave off a chuckle and turned his head to him with a soft smile. "It tis. Overtime I just sold extra stock of mine skills to other's who clearly needed them."

Ah. There it was, the duke's pride starting to peek through. Something he loved to poke at and get his reactions out of, but for now he would build his pride up to make him feel better. Which is why he put on mock shock. "You're the one who made, made all those colorful comfy creations, creations? Very impressive.~"

The worm have a couple chuckles and gave him a smile. "Thoust really thinketh so? Tis just a simple hobby to earnest a few extra darke dollars to spoil myself with."

Jevil chuckled. "Well it certainly seems, seems you made a good profit from it."

Rouxls gave a slightly bigger smile and nodded. "Yes, but if I mayest be so bold to ask. Exactly where art thou taking mineself?"

Jevil's ears perked up and he let out another long stream of giggles Rouxls was so used to hearing by this point, he might as well just use giggling as his own language by this point. A lot of emotion was told through his giggles. Childish glees, amusement, happiness, excitement, and sometimes if he was stressed sadness and a few other feelings. It was really quite impressive to say the least. But he didn't answer the question, wherever they were headed must've at least been exciting to Jevil. Because the fool without so much as a second though wrapped a hand around his arm and began tugging him in a direction off the beaten path. He inctinctively froze at the first touch but the way Jevil pulled was strong enough to force the Duke to follow along whether his body told him otherwise or not, the jello feeling in his legs had mostly gone away but he still stumbled trying to match speed with the floating menace pulling him away from sight. A part of his brain should've been worried about this, but he guessed his curiousity had gotten the best of him. It took those blue eyes a moment to realize that the two were still going down a path, but it looked overgrown with dark grass and Dark candy trees all round them. Clearly no one had come down here in a long, long while. But that didn't seem to change the mood of the flying jester who never stopped tugging him forward. Trees passed and the path was slowly starting to open up ahead of them. The trees parted ways to make a small clearing in the middle of the forest, not too big of a clearing. It looked about the size of one of the Rudinn houses he's seen. And smack dab in the middle of this random clearing was a small tree. Compared to the other trees in the surrounding forests this one was considerably smaller and had a smaller trunk than the others. This one must've been a younger one. Couldn't be older than fifty years at most. He was easily pulled through the black as night grass and up to the small tree than stood proudly in the middle of the night grass. The air smelt heavily of grass and sweet, sweet marshmallow making his head swim slightly. His eyes mezmorized by the calmness of the area but blinked with curiousity back to Jevil.

"W-What is this place?"

They gradually came to a stop under the tree and Rouxls took in the sights of the brightly colored tree in front of them. Jevil giggled letting go of his hand and gesturing a hand to the spot they were standing.

"Lancer's friends, friends told me about this place, place. A vender once sold them an egg, egg once." He reached behind him and out of no where pulled out a flat round circle of some sorts. "Now-" Rouxls blinked and looked at him, making him smile. "How about a little magic, magic?"

Rouxls's curious head tilt was all the ok he needed to go ahead and punch his other hand into the blank circle. It went through and with a 'POP' sound the back popped out into what was reveled to be a top hat, with his hand still inside the hat he reached about elbow deep inside rummaging around a little before his hand quickly pulled back out. A pure white blanket rippled out and Rouxls rose a brow at him. What was Jevil going to do with that? Well, his question was answered when the hat was made to levitate in mid air and he lifted the blanket up and over neatly. It came down and.....completely stopped in mid air. Rouxls had to blinked a few times to actually register what he was seeing. The blanket had stopped in the EMPTY mid air and Jevil was currently soothing the wrinkles out like he was placing a tablecloth upon a table, before turning around casually back to the hat and reaching back in like he did this everyday- Meanwhile, the worm blinked and held his hand out to the floating cloth as if unsure what he should do, after a moment of reluctance he finally placed a firm hand on the blanket...and jumped when he felt a solid surface. He thumped his hand onto the table...Then again, and again. And then bent over lifting the cloth back...And his jaw opened in confused shock she he saw not only the underside of a table, but four neat table legs going all the way down to the ground below. The sound of imp giggles reached his ears and so he looked up only to stare in more shocked wonder at the table. Two plates, silverware, and of all the ckeeky things a golden candle holder. Jevil was in the middle of pulling long white candles out of his hat and placing them into the holders onto the table before he finished and looked at Rouxls with a wide mischevious grin. The worm still stared in dumbfounded wonder at the sudden appearance at the whole set up. "You might want to stand back, back." Before Rouxls could ask what he meant Jevil turned back to the candles, sucking in a breath between his fangs making it sound like a hiss sound. His cheeks slowly puffed out until each looked about as big as his fist. Rouxls rose a brow and opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but Jevil had already opened his mouth...And a sudden bright light spilt from his mouth. A yelp was earned out of him from the sudden stream of warm blistering fire shot out and in the directions of the candles. Jevil could breath FIRE?! When has he been able to do that?! No sooner as it was said and done was there three simple little candles a blaze on the table completing Jevil's little scene. With a smile he turned back to the staring worm and giggled getting his attention back onto him. With a flick of his wrist the hat disappeared and he gave a small bow to his one man audience. "What do you think, think?"

He opened his mouth, but blinked and looked back the display before him. "Tis....a-a remarkable showmanship of magic. *Ahem* I applaud thou's efforts. V-Very well done."

Jevil looked relatively pleased with himself and gestered to one side of the table he had conjured up. "Please have a seat, seat."

"There are nay any-" He shut up the moment he looked over at where he was pointing and saw a chair that clearly wasn't there before. Jevil giggled and he made a small frown, but did hesitantly go over to the small chair and slowly sat down in it. He stared down on it with a weary expression for a few seconds before moving his eyes back towards the still floating Jester. Jevil currently had himself in a crisscrossed sitting position and giving him a weary smile.

"Do you like it, like it?"

"It is...not exactly what I was expecting so early in thine morning-" He gave a small smile to the loon. "But tis a b-better surprise then I thoughtest is wouldst be."

Jevil took that as a compliment and put an almost smug look on his face. "Of course, of course. I knew asking King, King Hearts was bound to be a game changing play, play.~"

This time the duke snickered and rose a brow playfully. Slightly leaning on the table. "Oh. Don't tellest me that THEE Amazing Jevil who couldst doth anything needed some advice on something as simple as breakfast with mineself?"

This time it was Jevil's turn to pause...before coughing and tapping one of his hands on his leg. "Well, well....Sometimes to play the game of hearts one must gather a few game plans, plans from other's who has experienced such things before. We all have different approaches, approaches to achieving the checkmate."

"Oh? And I don't supposeth this grand checkmate tis mine affections tis it?"

"Correct, correct."

Jevil wasn't even trying to be discreet about it. That could be a good thing. At least he wasn't hiding anything, being blunt and forward must've been how he usually do things. It would make sense with his big, loud personality. Seam was the one who seemed the more likely to use trickery as he had unknowingly agreed to go with him to the silly ball, but I digress. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad- No sooner when he thought that a loud rumble came from below and the duke winced undignantly, putting a hand to his stomach. Well, he was certainly a fool for skipping breakfast now wasn't he. The rumble certainly got the attention of the imp because he gave a cheeky grin and his tail wagged behind him.

"Oh? Are we hungry, hungry?"

"M-Mayhaps a bit."

"Hehehe. More shine to dazzle, dazzle any audience!" He giggled before holding his arms out to where they were pressed together and in the middle of the table. Before slowly moving his arms wide like expecting a hug-...What the fucketh?! As he slowly moved his arms, a few portions of food appeared slowly as his arms passed upon the table. When Jevil's arms finally reached the ends of said table, he retreated them back to his sides and giggled at the wide eyed worm again. "You like, like it?~"

"..." With wide eyes he slowly looked back up to him with wonder. "How didst thou-"

He was silenced by Jevil holding up a finger. "Ah, ah, ah. A true magic maker never, never kiss and tells....Maybe a small reward, reward for this would be enough?~"

His purr made a shiver run down the duke's spine for some unknown reason and he destracted himself from Jevil's gaze by looking down at what he happened to summon up.....Wait a second. His eyes blinked down at the food upon Jevil's plate, the familiar star shaped black marshmallow scented candies were all he had on his plate and the duke gave him a questioning look, as if to say, "Are you seriously eating nothing but candy for breakfast?' Jevil chuckled at the duke's obviously disapproving face and casually pointed to his side of the table. Rouxls rolled his eyes and followed the direction of the pointing claw and blinks. The own plate in front of him was filled with the very, VERY unbelievable sight of steaming palace deluctables he hadn't laid eyes upon within the ten grueling days he had been he had been in this excile of the vacation on his existance. OH SWEET LIGHTNER!! The smell! It was heavenly like a river of honey that made his mouth water and he couldn't help but widen his eyes at the sight before him. Jevil raised a hand about to comment on how comical his expression was, but was silenced by the sight of the duke, in a not so very noble upper class way mind you, started digging into the food resented before him with vigor. Black and yellow eyes blinked in shock as he watched the un-Duke-ly sight before him....You'd think Rouxls was starving himself with the way he was contently eating the food placed before him with a pleased hum. ...Well wasn't this a familiar sight, his smile stretched back, he remembered a certain little round prince happily humming and shoveling down food whenever he was given a snack. Like father like son. His giggled must've caught the worm off guard because he froze and stared at him like a deer in headlights.

"Someone, someone likes my cooking, cooking?" He leaned his head in his hand staring at him sideways with a cheeky grin.

Rouxls cleared his throat and immediately straightened up into a proper pose, with a serious face. "W-Well when one has been eating nothing but fat inducing sweets and whatever mediocre substinance Seam selleths within his shoppe for days on end, one would greatly miss thine..." He stopped and stared at the grinning menace, then down to his food and back. "...THOU haseth cooked this??"

His shoulders shrugged without changing his position and with his other hand flicked his hand and a dark candy floated off the plate and up to his face. "I used to help, help my dear mother cook for Queen Heart many, many years ago.~ " He purred with a far away look as if remembering a memory, the candy tossed into his open jaws with a snap. "I may have picked up, up a few things from my times helping, helping. You like it?"

"Tis..d-delightful. Thank thee."

A silence peacefully fell between the two as they stared down to the set up in front of them. Well at least Rouxls did, he felt the beady eyes of the other man studying his every move but decided against engaging. The quicker this finished, the quicker he could be back and ready himself to go back first thing in the morning. Just the sight of his boy excitedly running up to him put a smile on his face. You bet that smile didn't slide past those watchful black and yellow eyes who smiled back at the prospect of pleasing his soulmate. It made his soul thumped with pride. Though this silent staring contest was something he started to find boring, if he could he would stare at the duke all day, but that's not what his interests were at that moment. But the silent pause did give him a good chance to look at Mr. Kaard in a calmer state. The candlelight make his already shiny white hair glimmer, and highlight the pure white lashes blinking downwards, his dark blue skin with the few white specks which he assumed were Rouxls's kind's aquivilant of freckles. Over all he was very pretty. It was easy to see why the sweet talking duke had so many admirers...The thought of anyone else taking him though made a jealous tight feeling come from his throbbing soul but was pushed aside for now. He was trying not to come off as crazy after all. ..But looking at his face, he could still see the few scars that lined his faces- This time his frown was imminate. The shout from earlier came back crossing his mind and he hummed.

The pointed blue ears caught that hum and despite him gut feelings he looked up and paused at the yellow eyes studying him up and down. He had a bad feeling about this. "...W-What?"

"...Nothing, nothing. Just admiring, admiring how delightfully different you look."

A confused brow rose, his mind contanplating whether he should take it as a compliment or not, but settled on an unsure smile. "W-Well of course!" Rouxls sat up proudly and placed a hand to his chest. "Not many are able to matcheth thine likes of mineself.~"

Making Jevil giggle a few time but he went back to a more slightly concerned looking face. The repeat of Kaard's yelling on loop throughout his mind and his other half calculating his enevitable approach to this. His conscious was already crawling up his back, and he had a sneaking suspicion there was something lingering behind that smile the duke always put up in times like this. And the sudden outbursts of yelling was a big give away for that. Well this would definitely throw a monkey wrench into his plans, but luckily he thought of a way to hopefully get to the bottom of everything- Why don't they play just a teeny tiny little numbers game?~

Jevil giggled, his face lighting up as a lightbulb went off in his head. And his head came down to rest ontop of his clasped hands. "You know, you know.~ We never got to finish that game, game you started in my old little freedom.~" The worm stopped halfway through bringing the fork to his mouth and raising a brow to Jevil. A giggle escaped his lips and he proceeded. "It's just a simple numbers, numbers game.~ Nothing too complicated."

The worm slowly put the fork back down onto his plate and gave him a suspicious look. "..And pretail what are thine rules of this 'game' thou speakest of?"

Well that wasn't a no.

His smile got wider and he chuckled yet again. Inspecting the claws on his hands and shrugging casually. "Ever played the game, game truth or dare?" The duke now looked even more suspicious but slowly nodded his head. He had played this ridiculous game with Lancer once or twice when he had (forced him into going) invited him to his sleepovers. The game was utterly ridiculous, but considering whatever Jevil was comparing it too- He grinned and looked at him. "It's like, like that but with no dares."

"So, thou only askeths the truths?"

"Correct, correct." His smile promised nothing but mischief in the worm's eyes. "Ask, ask each other five questions, questions each we shall do. And with each question comes, comes the complete and full honest to lightner truth. ...How about it?~" Rouxls was looking at him as if he had just asked if his face was a mask and to pull it off. Him?! Playing a one sided game of truth and dare with Jevil?! Oh golly gee wizz! How could this go wrong? Jevil must've noticed because he held up a hand assuringly. "I promise, promise I will be as honest and truthful as long as you are, are. And they won't be too, too difficult to answer. Lightner's honor!"

Rouxls still stared blankly at him with a flush look, but after a moment he let out a shaky sigh. Was there anyway around this? Perhaps. He vaguely remembered that the loon promised to respect his boundaries and yet...The promise of getting any information out of this confusing little monkey was honestly very tempting. He could ask what he had planned for this petty soulmate game. He could find out why he insisted they were meant to be?....He could ask how he was taking care of Lancer. That last one perked his interest entirely. The wide eyed realization on his face making Jevil smile wider almost to his ears. But soon enough a professional 'Ahem' came from the Duke and he stared at him with a stern business meeting face.

"Jevil. I willst accept thine uh-...'game', but on thine condition. Thou willst not asketh me any question that art of no concern to thou. If thou knowest what I meaneth."

He giggled. "Agreed, agreed. Shall I go first?" The duke nodded professionally and gestured to him the go ahead. OH! This made his tail wag faster in undeniable fashion. OH! The possibilities of what he could ask! But he had to remember to keep composure. Wouldn't want to scare him after all. He already had one question he had on his mind for a while. "Why does the little, little King refer to you as his sire?"

The worm blinked, completely thrown off at the question. He was fully expecting something childish but- "What?"

"You can't deny my curiousity, curiousity. It's quite obvious you two are not blood, blood related," he said while motioning his hand to him as if to point out their clearly different features. "Yet he looks at and speaks of you like you were. Adoption, adoption like Mak and Seam you are?"

The duke's eyes fell back down to the plate and if Jevil wasn't mistaken, a hint of sadness fell upon those mitch-matched eyes of his. "I-....I madest a p-promise to someone I...c-c-cared about to looketh after him. A long...longeth time ago."

A small silence fell on the two, and it accured to Jevil that that was the most he was going to get out of that question as the duke picked away at the obviously suddenly interesting food. Ok. Maybe a bad question to start out with but he had to-...How did Lancer say it?- roll with the punches? Was that it? Strange expressions.

"I believe, believe one turn earns another."

"Hmm?......OH! R-Righteth. Um..." Blue fingers tapped on the table as the question of what he desperately wanted to know. "What of Lancer? Didst thou follow all thine rules I gaveth thee?" His eyes narrowed at the floating loon.

Jevil sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. Make sure he ate healthy, read him a bedtime story every night, make sure, sure the pawns-...servants, servants cleaned his room." He examined his claws and glanced at the slight scowl Rouxls was giving him and sighed with another eye roll. "Baths. Totors, totors. Playtime. And of course, course no where near the dungeon." He gave him a smile. "But of course he's been handling, handling any king duties with help from the other Kings. Have more faith in me, me."

Rouxls hummed and still gave him a suspicious look but relaxed back just a tiny bit. "We shall see upon mine return tomorrow."

"Correct, correct." He smirked. "And that counted as two questions.~"

"WHAT?!" The worm's famous annoyance flared across his face but it did little to nothing to intimidate the floating loon who just giggled. "That nay counts!!"

"Ah, ah, ah.~" The same finger came up to wag at him. "Now, now. We agreed to five, five questions each, each. You never said you or me could ask more than one, one in a row. You only laid one rule and one rule I have followed indeed."

Rouxls growled and mumbled under his breath but let his shoulders slump defeated and said, "FINE!! But thou couldst best considerate and doth the same with thine next pair."

He giggled turning to lay on his side in mid air. "Fair enough. Fair enough. And after my two that will make us both, both just an equal two of hearts to go.~" He ended that sentence with a wink and Rouxls gave an embarrased mumble at that. But seriously back on the topic the gremlin hummed and tapped his fingers against each other. What infinate details of the duke would he want to know most in the world right now? He had quite a few, the scars being one. But he wanted to calm down that anoyance from earlier. So why not a realatively normal and safe one? Or two. Turning back to Rouxls, he asked, "What do you like, like about myself if anything at all? Or Seam for that matter?"

Another silence fell upon the two from that question. Rouxls stared and blinked at the ever patiently waiting Jevil, his brain trying to process the questions just asked to him. He wanted to hear what? Praise from him? Did he want to point out all the good details, the few he even saw, and tell them to him. His soul gave a giant leap at the idea and it seemed his mind flooded with the sudden thought of 'Hey! This is a good idea!' no matter how much his rational brain told him otherwise. Here we go again.

But no matter what happens he would stay professional. So he shrugged calmly. "What tis there to really say about? Thou art very troublesome there's that," He looked back to his food to avoid the small frown slowly appear on Jevil's face. "Thou art also very clingy, bothersome...but very determined." Jevil blinked as the duke's expression became thoughtful. And he...chuckled. "Thou art worse than Lancer. Once a thought appears thou nay stop til thine job is done. And making so many things appear-.." His fingers drummed against the surface of the table again as if not quite beleiving it was still there. "..Tis fascinatinge. I amst impressed with thine magical capabilities thou has demonstrated. And Seam haseth his own magically surprises. He tis very calmeth and can holdest a decent conversation, very good from thine castle staff." He chuckled a memory going back to that awkward small hug just a few days ago. "And I meant what I said. Thou art a funny little man."

He chuckled at the mischieve making Lancer would usually do around the castle and- OH! Oh, no. He certainly hoped Jevil's bad influence hadn't rubbed off on him too much, then he would have a real problem on his hands. Chuckling his eyes glazed back up to Jevil and blinked. The imp was almost limply sitting in the middle of the air, silently staring at him. His eyes wide, his ears drooping, and a light purple flush dusting across his cheeks. For a moment the worm thought he had upset the gremlin, and a small feeling of gult throbbed from somewhere within his body. Until a small sniff came from him and he went into full blown panic that he had made Jevil cry-

"T-That's..That's the most..*sniff* nicest t-thing you have ever, ever said about m-me." A shaky smile came over his features and if it weren't for the table between them he would've lunge at him in happiness now.

Rouxls held out a hand hesitantly. "A-Art thou ok?"

"Y-Yeah..Im fine, fine." With a flick of his wrist a tissue appeared and he blew his non-existant nose into it. "My, my world is just revolving with my heart."

Rouxls chuckled and smiled at the sweet sight before him. It was honestly kinda sweet. Oh! He was forgetting something. "Mayhaps I couldst casheth in another ask in our 'game'?"

"Go ahead, go ahead."

"Why is it thou speakest in double tongue?" Jevil blinked confused behind wiping his face. "Why doth thou repeat words?"

Jevil shrugged. "I know not. I have done it, done it for as long as I could remember, remember. A habit I shall keep I suppose."

Well that was probably the most straight forward answer he had gotten such far. He wondered how many more he would receive. A part of him wondered how many of the answers were actual truth and if he was actually being truthful at all, but for some reason he felt as if it was truth somehow.

"Why do YOU speak, speak the way you do?" Rouxls blinked at him. "It's only fair I ask about your own, own strange way of speaking."

Rouxls...looked back to his plate for a moment. "....Tis h-how mine family used to speakest. T-They wereth very...tradional of olde ways. I guesseth olde habits nay die hard." Jevil could sense a hint of sandess within his words but didn't have a chance to linger on the thought when Rouxls's eyes looked back to him with interest. At the mention of family it sparked some kind of curiousity, as he remembered he had never seen any other person like Jevil and beleive me. Being the royal advisor for over a hundred years attending royal meetings with other kingdoms, and meeting many, many different darkner people he had seen the oddest people on this plain of existance. But he had never seen someone like jevil. Literal spring neck, constant flow of powerful magic obviously considering how often he can just float in mid air, and other strange features were something he hasn't ever seen before. How was he even eating- Perhaps he hailed from a different dark of the Dark World? And before he stop himself the words tumbled out. "What art thou?"...Jevil tilted his head obviously confused at what he meant and Rouxls cleared his throat. "I-I mean. Thine species. I shan't remember ever seeing anyone like thou before."

Jevil paused, but smiled taking his exotic looks as another compliment and flattered the duke would take notice of such. And so a string of giggles came out and he leaned forward with a purr. "Very wise observation, observation, Dear Duke.~" He then shrugged. "To stay honest with our game, game I haven't the faintest close of most that make up my lineage, lineage. But I do remember my dear mother having the same spring, spring in her step as I and my sire, sire was of the Joker lines."

Rouxls stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, before blinking. "Art thou saying that thou tis a mix of other Darkners?"

"Yes, yes. Very spot on, spot on!"

Well...This certainly explained things. Darkners of mixed lines were certainly of no rarity but he never suspected Jevil to be one of them. With the power he had demonstrated he was sure he was at least of Tarot Kaard decent, but maybe he still was. He did say he was of Joker Kaard decent, well no matter. That cleared up a lot of his confusion and curiousity at least.

"But that was six questions, questions in total, total!" More excited giggles. "You're all out now. But I have one, one left to ask of you."

Rouxls sighed and shook his head. One more question and one more silly answer to give. But he could bare it. He made a gesture for Jevil to go ahead and finish this silly thing once and for all.....But silence stared it. Those Yellow and black eyes glazed over his face and the toothy smile upon his face slowly disappeared the more he stared. Kaard stared back blinking and his brow raising the longer Jevil stared. By now the only sound was the leaves of the leave above and around them as the wind gently pushed through them. It was quiet....Too quiet. Very unlike Jevil. The pit in his stomach from before started to creep back in now-

"Rouxls, rouxls." The sound of his voice made him jump, and the sheer tone of dead seriousness dripping from it was suprising. Jevil was staring at him with a calm, serious look before letting out a long sigh. "How did you receive those markings?"

He suddenly felt like he was falling. Oh no he hoped he didn't faint again. The only that might've kept him up was the sheer shock of the question asked or maybe the sheer serious no nonsesne face on the happy go lucky jester. His soul thumped hard against his chest and his eyes quickly fell back to the table to avoid eye contact from the stare from the other man. Jevil just stared silently, as if one had all eternity to wait for this silent haired man.

".....T-That tis n-no concern to thou." He finally forced out.

"Corection, correction! We agreed nothing that didn't concern, concern either of us. But I think this does, does." His head lowered turning sideways. "You already answered that question partically earlier, earlier though. Did you not?" Rouxls's ears drooping was all the answer he needed. "...Is that why you are so against this. this?" One of his hands gestured to the table and everything on it.

Rouxls still remained silent. Eyes still staring blankly on the table- "Tis was of mine own foolish young feelings." Jevil blinked when he finally stared up to him a frown on his face. "Tis...my own fault. I f-foolishly....Foolishly thought that it wouldst be-...That she wouldst...The...Q-Q-Queen..."

His teeth gritted together and his hands clenched up! A lot of things hit him at once, anger, regret, sorrow. He could write a whole sonata of things. His eyes once again stared blankly again and his visio blurred. His soul radiated sadness and he wasn't the only one who sensed it. He didn't see the wave of clawed hands, or notice the dim lighting from no more candles, or the fact that the smell of any foof beyond the candy on the trees were gone, or that everything on the table minus the cloth had suddenly disappeared. What he did notice, was the gripping of his hand, which he jumped at, his rapidly blinking eyes clearing up enough to catch the sight of slightly smaller hands grabbing his. And looking up into the silent face of the the small loon.

Tis funny how one's face could give off thoughts without saying anything at all. It read "I know now. I know exactly what happened." Which made him internally wince. But at the same time it read, "I know exactly how you feel."

"...Im sorry, sorry for your loss. I felt empty, empty too when I made, made the mistake of cheating life's game and thrown into my small freedom, freedom. ....I put Seam, Seam into a difficult situation of choosing moves and he made the right one...one." His voice was almost hollow with sadness despite the small smile he tried to put on for him. ".....I lost, lost my oldest friend."

"But...t-thou art still friends now, and all is forgiven. A-Arn't thou?"

He gave a small chuckle. "Heh. Yes, yes. But only because Seam is a forgiving, forgiving soul. Im very fortunately he decided to do so, so."

Another small pause, but Jevil blinked and looked down when he felt the blue hand squeezing him back, then looked up to Rouxls in surprise question. Rouxls gave him a ...small smile of his own.

"Mayhaps....we art more alike than I thought. Jevil, thou art a o-oddity I shan't ever understand fully...but t-thou art a kind and ...perhaps I darsay misunderstood man...And I thank thee f-fully for that."

He stared at the worm in front of him, this silly silly worm with the beautifully glowing hair and the cute small gap between his teeth in his small smile. And the cool water balloon like skin gripping his own at this very sweet moment. If he was watching this game as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally arguing over this less than five days ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not Seam. Not adorable little Lancer. Not the game or the threat of Seam winning even in the slightest. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. The wind blew some more rustling the leaves and driving the intoxicating sweet marshamllow scent around them more. And blowling some of that pretty hair into his face, which he immediately reached to pull away and Rouxls made no move to stop him from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

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The sheap was peaceful today. No customers had come in today and he was good and content to just relax in his favorite armchair in the back room and lazily watch the fire. Cup of warm catnip tea in his paws. Beside him the small child laid on their stomach drawing with some strange objects called crayons or the like, he once took a peek over to see what they were drawing and smiled upon seeing a funny looking purple man who may or may not have looked familiar to someone they both knew, surrounded by attacks of every suit and wearing what looked like a crown made of spoons. ...Or maybe that was just because his one eye vision wasn't the best. He chuckled and went back to watching the fire in front of them. It warm glow made his cotton fuzzy and he sunk back down into the chair more-

The clear sound of the sheap's flap opening and closing made him blink and sit back up. Oh? A customer perhaps? When he turned his head he caught sight of a floating imp he knew all too well and he smiled.

"Well, well. Back so soon?..Or I guess not. It has been almost seven hours by now Old friend."

The child excitedly bounced up catching sight of the jester dad and spilt the drawing tools in their hurry to bounce up to him and excitedly shove the picture into his face. "For you!"

The jester paused looking at the paper, before taking it with a smile and giving the child a couple patts on the head. Which they laughed at and ran off to a different corner of the room to do whatever they usually did, Jevil smiled watching them go before looking back to the picture with a smile....Then it slowly dripped to a frown. Seam caught wind of that and gave a hum. He wasn't looking so happy. Maybe the little plan didn't end in victory like he wanted? The imp looked into the prying eyes of the cat and floated towards him, still holding the paper.

"I take it the little outting was not a pleasant one?"

Jevil shook his head. "On the contrary, contrary. It was quite breathtaking."

"Then why the long my friend. Did the duke not return what you were hoping for?"

Jevil gave him a serious look which he hummed at. Must've been something really important to get that look in his eyes. "We need to discuss, discuss something of upmost importance this instant."

"Enlighten me, friend. Im all ears."

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Perhaps Monsters Are The Real Humans

Hey there, chocolate lollipops. Happy Halloween! I don't quite have a spooky comic lined up. But we can still do something fun! Not quite as elaborate as all those books I reviewed last year. But a couple! Yes, some more children's literature I read as a kid, with a monster bend to it~

Let's see, how many of you remember Bailey School Kids? They were a series in the '90s about a group of four kids (Howie, Melody, Liza, and Eddie) who find that the adults in their life seem to ambiguously be monsters. Each one features a different monster or other legendary creature of some kind--most are your standard haunted house affair, but they do also encounter Santa Claus, Blackbeard, and Cupid, just to name a few. They weren't quite scary, and mostly seemed to exist to exibit a kind of monster and the kids' detective work in uncovering their identity and some way to drive them off. But the books were always ambiguous whether the character ever actually was a monster, and that's fun. That's why I like kids' books, honestly: they're creative and fun, and I don't feel threatened that some character I like might be killed off. And no sex scenes, also a bonus!

So, I have a couple of these books to offer you today. Went to a used bookstore recently, and picked up a couple that looked good for reviewing for a mere handful of dollars. We're only doing two books, mostly so this doesn't drag on for 20 years like the Fifth Grade Monsters review did. There's even more books in this series, and I'd like to actually spend time on other things this month. Plus I can always review more in the future if folks are into this one (and are willing to spot me a few bucks--or books~).

#13 Gremlins Don't Chew Bubble Gum Went with book 13 as a first choice, mostly because it was about as close as I could get to an imp character in this series, and a small mischievous woman who pranks everyone seemed right up my alley. Also, yes, every book title follows the same sort of title pattern: a monster or legend is mentioned, and then ascribed a trait or activity not typically associated with said creature.

Let's also review our principle cast real quick. Howie is the lighter-haired boy and ...I actually didn't get a good bead on his personality in these couple books. Melody's the black girl and tends to be the most intelligent of the lot. Liza is the scaredy-cat of the group, and Eddie... Well, there's a lot to say about Eddie. He's the group's troublemaker and has all the typical "rebellious youth" sort of traits. He also tends to be the most skeptical of the bunch, unless he's the one to encounter whatever book's creature first. All of them will trade around how much they believe their friends from book to book.

So we open with our cast in class, right as the power goes out. After many minutes, their teacher Mrs. Jeepers (who is ambiguously a vampire and the subject of the first book) asks Melody to take a note to the principal's office to find out what's going on. When she gets to the office, she finds the usual secretary is out on leave. In her place is a tiny little woman barely taller than the kids. Her name is Miss Kidwell, and she and the principal are inspecting the nearby fusebox. Miss Kidwell has wild hair in many tiny braids, and they seem to stand on end on occasion. She also wears a charm bracelet, which has a single light bulb charm hanging from it. Miss Kidwell tells Melody not to worry, and then the school's alarm bell starts ringing and won't turn off. This happens just as Miss Kidwell blows a gum bubble and pops it. As Miss Kidwell waves goodbye to Melody, Melody thinks she sees two charms on her bracelet.

Since the kids can't work in darkness and ever-deafening alarms, they get let out for recess early. As our four heroes play kickball, Melody slowly pieces together what exactly she thinks is going on: everything Miss Kidwell touches gets messed up somehow. She's not exactly sure how this happens, but Howie comes up with the idea that she might be a gremlin. The group of them head inside the school, trying to find a clock that works so they can find out if it's lunchtime. They run into Miss Kidwell, who is rather surprised that kids would want recess to end. When they tell her they're eager to present their science projects later, she blows a bubble gum bubble and pops it. The lights return, the bells cease, and the kids worry.

As the book progresses, they note that each thing that goes wrong adds a new charm to Miss Kidwell's bracelet. When Howie's radio project fails to turn on, they notice her radio charm. The lights, bells, and clocks also all had a charm. The kids decide that, after school, they'd better go looking for more information. Miss Kidwell actually rides home on the school bus, while the kids take a hike up to where Howie's dad works: a recurring NASA offshoot called FATS (the Federal Aeronautics Technology Station). Howie's dad actually relays them some rather accurate information about gremlins and their origins in World War I. As a kid, this was actually the first place I'd heard the gremlins legend. This kind of info is probably the best thing about these books~

The next day at school, Miss Kidwell bumps into Eddie before class and admires his own science project: a mechanical plane he built. As you might expect, the plane goes haywire when he shows it in class, nearly dive-bombing Mrs. Jeepers. Eddie protests that it can't be his fault, because it didn't even work last night. But if a gremlin can destroy things, perhaps she can repair them too. The book then jumps to the kids leaving school. They find a holdup as the school bus is broken down. When the principal gives it a jump, the horn refuses to stop honking, blaring out the notes of various nursery rhyme tunes. And of course, this is the very bus Miss Kidwell rode home on the day before.

The kids hit up the library to do research, but find something much worse than the Dewey Decimal System waiting for them there. Miss Kidwell is also at the library, and they change their mission from research to reconnaisance. They don't get much, but they do see the title of her book: a visitor's guide to FATS. Now they're becoming extra concerned. If her influence extends beyond the school, the whole town might be plunged into the Dark Ages. The kids have only one strategy. If gremlins bring bad luck to all that they touch, perhaps a little good luck will put Miss Kidwell out of commission.

At school the following day, they each take turns excusing themselves to the restroom to plant objects in Miss Kidwell's office: a lucky horseshoe, a refrigerator magnet of the number 7, a wishbone. Fortunately, Mrs. Jeepers stops allowing their breaks before Eddie can plant his lucky underwear. Alas, these objects don't seem strong enough. Liza thinks of one last, desperate idea. They head onto the field outside and just start gathering clover from the grass. Since they don't have time to look for a four-leaf clover specifically, they decide to just let the law of probability work for them and fill their backpacks with as much clover as they can grab, then abandon their bags outside the office.

This seems to work. Miss Kidwell suddenly starts looking fairly green herself, and excuses herself for the rest of the day. She doesn't turn up at FATS, and indeed, when the kids return to school after the weekend, the principal tells them that Miss Kidwell suddenly had to travel to England for a while. The kids are excited, until the principal then re-introduces the previous secretary, who has returned from her honeymoon: formerly Miss Moore, now Mrs. Lucky. She blows a bubble gum bubble and pops it, treating the kids to a "here we go again" ending.

#15 Zombies Don't Play Soccer So we skip ahead only two books to see what's going on with zombies. I picked this one because I thought it'd be interesting to view the perception of zombies before their current media oversaturation. This is from 1995, the first Resident Evil won't be out for a year and The Walking Dead is a distant dream. So let's check in on the shambling hoards of the mid-'90s~

We begin with our quartet of kids as they all show up to play soccer (or "association football" for you non-Americans). Apparently Eddie's ruthless pranking and goofing off has driven their former coach to retirement. The replacement is this lady, Coach Graves. Eddie decries the notion of a woman coach, but before you decry him as sexist, keep in mind that he's in third grade. When I was in third grade, I had a male teacher for the first time. At that point, I'd never even heard of male teachers, I didn't know male teachers were a thing, I thought it was a woman-only job. It's plausible Eddie has never heard of female athletes~

Anyway, this is Coach Graves. She looks rather slight and average on the cover, but all the text describes her as huge, comparing her to a linebacker. That's the wrong football there, guys. She's also from New Orleans. Coach Graves then works the kids to the bone playing soccer. They practice passing and dribbling, and by the time they leave for the day, they're exhausted. Their loitering allows them to catch a glimpse of a strange old lady in a black dress and wide-brimmed hat, who comes to talk angrily with Coach Graves. They're out of reach to overhear, but they assume the gist of it from body language: the lady does not want Coach Graves to stay in Bailey City.

The kids return for more soccer the next day, only to find Coach Graves already there. She's sitting on the bench and just staring straight ahead. She doesn't respond to the children, and barely lets go of the ball so they can play. The lack of coaching leads Eddie to his usual horsing around, and Coach Graves does nothing. Eventually, Melody calls her friends together and decides to let them in on her suspicions: Coach Graves may in fact be a zombie. She heard of them from her cousin last summer, and it roughly fits the description of a voodoo zombie: a person ensorcellated to do another's bidding.

Curiously, one of the signs to tell if someone is a zombie is that they won't look you in the eye. I'll be honest, I haven't heard that one before. Eddie tries it, since the coach is still sitting unresponsive, and indeed she cannot look him in the eye when he starts staring. This is conclusive proof, I guess. They break up practice, and give the ball back to the coach, who walks off stiff-legged and arms outstretched. The kids run away, but stop and return, resolving to follow the coach home.

Coach Graves seems to live in a small house just past the local cemetary. Of course. They watch as the coach slowly digs a big hole in her yard, and drops the team ball inside. They take this as a horrific action, since if they don't have a ball, they can't play in the big game. Is this the only ball in the city? You may have a bigger problem than zombies, if that's the case. Anyway, Eddie sneaks onto the property after the coach leaves to retrieve the ball, realising that the size of the hole actually makes it a grave. Some artificial tension is generated when the kids shout that Coach Graves is coming back while Eddie is stuck in the hole and can't get out because it's too deep. The chapter ends, and the next one starts by resolving these things offscreen without saying how.

Coach Graves returns to the field in the same state the next day, and Liza makes her one contribution by suggesting the coach is just sleepwalking. She tries tickling the coach, because "tickling always wakes her up". This raises more questions that the book will never explain. Either way, it does nothing to stir the coach. Melody turns up, and she has a better solution: feed the coach peanuts. See, as everyone knows, giving salt to a zombie will break its connection to the voodoo priest who raised it. Completely ignorant of the coach's potential allergies, Melody basically press-gangs some peanuts on Coach Graves. Alas, they have no effect because Melody foolishly brought the salt-free peanuts.

It's time for the big game, but the coach is still unresponsive. And of course, they're getting their asses kicked by the rival team. Recalling something the coach said at their first meeeting about how "good soccer-playing can wake the dead", the kids decide to actually try teamwork in their team sport. And it turns out when they put effort into playing, they actually end up scoring. They win the game, and very suddenly the coach snaps out of her stupor. She tells the old woman, who turns out to be her grandmother, that she clearly can't go back to New Orleans when such a good soccer team is here. She's going to have to work them even harder, since she knows they can win. The book ends on another "wah-wah" moment as the kids wonder if they should've just left her a zombie.

So, that's two books. As you can see, they're rather formulaic: kids meet a new adult, one of them suspects them of being some sort of monster, they do research to convince the rest of the group, they try and fail to drive off the adult, and the book ends abruptly with a brief (and often oddly contrived) resolution and a sort of goofy ending stinger. This would go on for quite a few books, and even I don't think I read them all. I'd love the chance to try, though. Perhaps we could even review a few more of them here~

The real appeal of these books is the variety and depth of the different creatures the kids encounter. As seen in this set, the facts about the monsters are often pretty accurate (the WWI origin of gremlins, the salt being used to defeat zombies), and the more books they did, the more interesting the monsters would get. They even did one based on the story of St. George and the Dragon, another example of a story I first heard about from these books. There was even a sequel series, Bailey City Monsters, where they dropped the ambiguity and just straight-up admitted the adults were monsters. Again, I'd love to review those for this blog.

So, not exactly the spookiest series, but a worthy addition to a young kid's library this Halloween, I think~

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Review #2 Oct. 9, 2017 “You’ll Float Too”

So in the spirit of Halloween and the fact that my birthday was recently, I decided to go see a movie. No it wasn’t “Blade Runner 2049″ I wish. I saw instead “IT”, or for the title at the end “IT: Chapter One”. Yes I know it has been out for a month and I know that many have reviewed it, but I want to take it differently. For those who haven’t read my reviews (there’s only like two of them) usually I divide it by the Pros and Cons; sadly I have seen the movie reviewed by multiple YouTube channels my most recent viewing of the review being Channel Awesome.

To admit, I have not read the book by Stephen King, and I did grow up watching the miniseries starring Tim Curry. Like many I want to compare them but I can only say one thing:

THE MINISERIES WAS MADE FOR TELEVISION.

I understand how some will always say the original was better, but please try to understand this, ABC (which wasn’t owned by Disney until 1995) took the book and tried to simplify it in a way that only could be done in the 80′s and 90′s. I was born in ‘98 so I fully don’t understand the “#90skidsremember with the exception of stealing them from my older siblings. The 1990 IT miniseries did scare me, well only the cover because the miniseries is hilarious.

Anyways, I will try to refrain from comparing the two because it is over done. Big spoiler warning for those who haven’t seen the movie and are interested, or if you aren’t and just want to not deal with the fear. So here is my review/analysis for the 2017 IT move.

How do I start with this review. Simple. It scared me at times, but made me laugh the rest. I know the trailer was perfect, but when I watch a scary movie I expect not to sleep at night, and to be honest, I’ll be getting a full night’s rest. I have read Stephen King books, my favorite being Green Mile, and I want to do something I’m sure many have done. just a quick analysis on Pennywise, because he didn’t scare me.

The reason why is because when I saw him taking the shape of their fear, in the movie theater I literally said to my brother next to me “he’s a boggart from Harry Potter”. Quick Harry Potter information, a boggart is like a gremlin or imp that takes the form of what you fear the most. For Stan in the current film it was the painting. Now because there is no wizarding world they can’t say Riddikulus!

Bill Skarsgard did a wonderful job as the dancing clown, and the fact that his siblings are also actors makes it better. Gustaf mostly known as Floki in History Channel’s Vikings; Alexander known as Meekus in Zoolander, the boyfriend in Lady Gaga’s music video for Papazzi, but he is mostly known as Tarzan in “The Legend of Tarzan” and as Eric in “True Blood”, also their father Stellan who is mostly known to Marvel fans as Dr. Selvig, to “Pirates of the Caribbean” fans as Bootstrap Bill Turner, and to the musical fans he is Bill in the film adaption of “Mamma Mia!”. His family is huge, however there was something missing going through the film with him.

Though he was always there watching everything; it was as if his shadow on Derry seemed too great. It was cool how there were snippets on everything that he was somehow there and he had a presence, and yet it felt too overbearing. The biggest example to me could be the television show Eddie’s mom and Henry Bowers’ father watched, he was there watching them the whole time.

I understand that was a means for dramatic effect for only the audience to know instead of the characters, it felt to me off, or really just awkward. The clown is a threat and is taking children, and yet he never took any adults.

It is easier to scare a kid, but the fears that adults have are different, and it might happen in the sequel too.

The plot overall with a group of kids looking a killer kind of reminds me of “Stand By Me” another film inspired by a Stephen King novella. The difference though is in IT the kids are looking for a clown that killed others, in Stand By Me the kids are looking for a dead body.

I know I’m comparing too much than I should, especially when I said I would try not to. The main problem with the movie is the easiest. It’s not scary.

Pennywise lives off of fear, that’s actually cool but he has weaknesses for whatever form he takes. The losers club are all outcasts that band together, that sounds like a lot of other groups I know (Breakfast Club, Power Rangers 2017, Outsiders, etc). The extremely well depth and three dimensional bullies in almost every Stephen King story where a child is the protagonist. These things have become a trope especially for Stephen King.

Does it impact the story? Sometimes when it’s needed. Is it in anyway needed to continue the plot? Only when the story needs it.

The story follows a group of kids who are outcasts. Bill the leader who has a speech impediment being his stutter, Eddie a kid who lives on medication (later revealed to be placebos), Stan the kid who was born Jewish that later SPOILERS is the first to die, Richie the voices kid and one that will not stop talking about how big his dick is (he seriously doesn’t stop. And it’s probably small), Ben the new kid that just happens to be chubby, Beverly the supposed slut of the town that lives in a very abusive home, and Mike the only black kid in town (no seriously he’s the only black person cast besides his grandpa).

So it’s summer break and during the school year Bill’s little brother Georgie goes missing. We as the audience, and the cat on the porch, know that he died; after his arm was bitten off. Later on all of the kids are seen on the last day of school, Bill Richie Eddie and Stan going together, Beverly appearing to be smoking in the stall, Ben trying to escape, and Mike trying not to kill a sheep.

Of course when Bill gets home he shows his dad where his brother’s body may have ended up, his father becoming furious.

Now here is something that made me begin to think even more. Bill has not gone through all the stages of grieving. In fact he is still at the beginning, denial. Only until the end when he kills “Georgie” does he actually accept that his little brother died.

Now for the rest of the losers club, it’s a bit hard. So I will do my best.

Ben it’s a bit easy, for the 2017 remake they show that he’s interested in the history since he had just moved in, it makes him curious. He is of course different because really the only chubby kid I saw in the movie besides him was Belch, the bully that spoke out when Henry was starting to carve into him. Though he is new, he wants to know about the history usually going to the library, meaning one thing, he’s a bookworm with a heart of gold. The proof is in the library (my favorite scene) where he’s being chased by a headless kid and in the sewers when Pennywise’s head takes the form of a mummy.

Eddie suffers from a small case of mysophobia (germaphobia) that is mostly because of how “protective” his mother is, really he’s just a healthy boy that doesn’t know he’s healthy.

Richie is just a chatterbox that well, he doesn’t really grow except for becoming more quiet.

Stan is a bit difficult, he grew up Jewish. That’s really the only thing I can remember of him. His character wasn’t that interesting to me really.

Beverly is the only girl, and her relationship at home is her father sexually abusing her. What she does over time is face her fear against her father ultimately murdering him. Yes these kids kill people and aren’t sent to prison what so ever.

Finally Mike, being the only African American kid in town, meaning of course he would be bullied, especially for that. The race card will always somehow be pulled whether it was wanted or not. Even though I consider him the Token Black Kid, he still left a great impression. He had morals pushing his pacifist nature when he finally beat the bully near the end of the film, he really is one of my favorite characters.

To me the film is good, but not great. Do I recommend it? Yes. Is it scary? No.

Personally I give it a 6/10 and well it was weird to watch. So go ahead and watch it if you want.

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