#TTftF au

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William and Michael are STARING at each other.

MENACINGLY!!!

Meanwhile, Elizabeth spies on them with a scrutinizing gaze.

And while this is all happening, Mitchel walks into the room, grabs a bowl, a spoon, a box of cereal and some milk, makes himself some breakfast and goes to sit in his usual spot and watches the show in front of him. And all this in the most banal way possible.

They all notice him ONLY when he chews his first bite.

Mitchel: Oh! Don't mind me.

Continue what you were doing.

Them: {WHO the HELL is This GUY!!!????}

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Someone looking at Michael: William?

Michael: ...no.

They look at Mitchel: Michael?

Mitchel: Why does everyone always mistake him as father and me as him?

And why is it never the opposite?

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Three Threads for the Fourth

Chapter 1: Burning End

Orange.

Orange everywhere.

The walls.

The floor.

The ceiling.

Everything was orange.

A hot and suffocating orange.

Heat.

Heat and orange.

It was all dancing around.

The more the orange spread.

The more heat he felt.

Why though?

Why was it like that?

And why was he in the middle of all of it?

Think. He has to think.

His brain may be rotten, but it still could do work well. He survived many threats for so many years.

He could do this.

He just need to do it step by step.

First:

What is orange and hot and could dance fluidly in the air?

An autumn leaf? No. It may have the right color and behavior. But it wasn't hot.

A butterfly? No. Still not it.

A firefly then? No. But close.

F. F f f f f. Fi-Fire.

FIRE!

THAT'S IT!

This was fire.

He was in a fire. He still got it.

…

OH FUCK! HE WAS IN A FIRE!!!

Wait. There wasn't just fire. There was sounds too.

Not the fire itself. Although, it was quite loud. But there was something more.

A voice. He was hearing a voice. Voices to be precise. But there's one in particular that was more… stronger than the others. They all were agonising screams of desperate souls. But this one. This single one was more… resolute. Relieved.

How so?

In a fire, a voice shouldn't feels relieved. It should feel hurt. It should feel painful. Terrified.

But it wasn't.

What man could feel such feelings in a- Wait. Man?

/You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped./

…

/But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends./

That's it.

He's close. He can see it. He just need to reach a little more.

There was a purpose in all of this. This was an end. For them. For these screams. These souls.

Why was he still here then? He's pretty sure there's a reasons for that.

/And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you./

Close. Yes. He can do it. Reach!

/Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want./

/I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be./

Ah… Right.

He wanted this.

He has been chasing them. For YEARS. Years of pains and sufferings.

Just to put an end in this mess up tragedy.

/This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should./

/And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you./

All this because of him.

/Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend./

Yes. He remembers now. This was all HIS doing.

This sick parasite. This life-sucking leech, who he was now ashamed to have ever called "father". But that wasn't true.

The man was never a father. Never done anything to deserve the title.

He was never there. NEVER!

Always letting him be the parental figure for his siblings after their mother's departure. When he should have just been a brother to them.

He was a kid too.

He needed care too. Guidances.

He needed a parent. A father.

But no. It was too hard for this man. His creations was more important.

In fact, that's what he was. That's what they all were to this man.

Creations.

Something he worked oh so hard to put into life. Something he could just throw aside when it wasn't of any uses anymore.

He could feel his tears running down his cheeks. Even though his glands must have been torn off since then. Gone like everything that made him human.

Was he even still human at that time? After all, he had lost his soul too. That same day where his brother lost his. By his own hands.

He knows it wasn't really his fault. Not completely at least.

In fact, now that he realised, everyone present that day was. Everyone who preferred to watched them tourmanting the little boy instead of stepping in.

They weren't their kids. Not their problems. Why should they do anything? The kid was constently crying anyway. Nothing really new. He'll toughen up one day.

And where was their father? This is his son's birthday. Shouldn't he be there too? Shouldn't he celebrate with him? He may be the owner, but precisely, he WAS the owner. He could have easily pulled some strings. Asked some employees who could have come supervise the whole event.

But NO! This prick was who knows where. Doing whatever he does with HIS animatronics.

Speaking of animatronics. WHY was it able to crunch a skull like that? HOW was it possible for them to put a whole kid's head in its mouth? HOW was it possible for THEM to get so close in the first place? Wouldn't it be bad for business if the main attractions were damaged by patrons climbing on them? Or even worse, if said attractions was the one damaging the patrons?

The amount of lawsuits he got just because one animatronic lost its head and traumatised a kid for life. (Thank you Helpy for dealing with them, by the way. You're the true MVP here. A true hero.)

And then. What did he do after the incindent?

NOTHING!

No confort. No appologies. NOTHING!

One of your children saw their own brother die in front of them and you do NOTHING!?

What about him? What about his mental health?

The amount of guilts and self-hatred he must felt.

The TRAUMAS he must endure, every. Single. Days?

Not an ounce of care?

No, it's better to just continue ignoring him and letting him rot in his own misery. Giving him the same cold stare as usual. Like nothing had changed. As if the loss they had just experienced wasn't something to worry about.

Well, guess what, Father!?

Now you're the one sufering!

Now YOU'RE the one who has to rot in your room while he sat unbothered by it in his office!

Office that is now flooded by flames as of now.

Ah!

This is it.

It has finally come.

The end is near. His end.

It has been long overdue for years.

He was ready now.

He has nothing left anymore.

His family? Dead.

His friends? He had let them drifted away from his life for so long he couldn't be a part of theirs anymore. Not with the way he looks now.

A work? A purpose? He had already finished it.

Dreams? It has faded away with everything else.

Hopes? His hope was to just die and, maybe, be reunited with the ones he cares. They're probably waiting for him right now. He hopes they are not getting too impatient.

A second chance? Is it even possible? Everything was already dead. You can't return from that. You can't "fix" that. You would have to go through time and/or realities for this to be possible.

And that doesn't exist.

Time travel is just fiction.

It's just… wishful thinking.

But you would try it? If it was possible? Uh. It would sure be good.

Michael closes his hollow eyes one last time and let himself be drowned by the inferno surrounding him. Letting everything disintegrates from existence.

What is life? If not fiction?

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William accidentaly kill Charlie.

In a sunny day.

With his car!!!

HE WASN'T EVEN DRUNK!!!!!!!!

The man respect the laws of the road perfectly. And drink a respectable amount of alcohol.

But this time, Michael decided to be a little gremlin (again) and William was at his edge.

NO ONE believe him when he say the kid's an imp. (And soon the devil).

And now Henry is sad and pissed.

Charlie's dead.

And Michael takes that personally and goes thinking killing his brother is a bright idea for revenge.

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Scraped chapter 1 dialogue.

That's it?

Are they dead?

Did they finally done it?

He frown.

They better be.

He hope they all died in the fire.

It would be quite frustrating if he and Henry had done all this hard work, for all of it to be for nothing.

He sigh.

Anyway, what's done is done. No one can change that.

At least his boss didn't fired him this time.

…

Wait!

…

His boss DID fired him.

…..

Oh well.

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The Maestro.

They are, to put it simply, some kind of merge of Monokuma, Alastor and Bill Cipher. (Same kind of energy.)

They're not exactly antagonistic, but they aren't really what would be considered as, to some people, "nice."

They LOVE teasing others, and often in the darkest and most crude way as possible. They can also just let two people together in the same room and let them start and aggravate their own dramas while they watch the whole thing happening from afar.

(They may cause realities to rift by doing so.)

They exist for entertaintment.

The readers need sustenance, so they will find ways to satiate it.

They think "What if this happen?" and then "Let's do it then!".

No one actually know what they think, how they think and how their whole scheme works.

The Maestro: Everything has a reason. But you can't reason everything.

And here they are @murkymusito.

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Masquerade

The first is made by me while the second by @murkymusito.

THEY DID A FREAKING GREAT JOB!

I LOVE IT!!! 💗💗💗

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Here's the appearences of two characters of one of my AUs.

They were drawn by @murkymusito.

They did a great job! 👍

Dr. Hippo.

An entity that took the form of Mr. Hippo who has done some years of medical school.

He needs glasses to read and his handwriting is so small and compacted that it is just gibberish and impossible to read.

He wont actually use a gun. (Unless you're some crazy psycho killer.)

Madame Automate.

Her actual body is so massive, that it take the entirety of her realm.

In fact, her realm is ACTUALLY her body.

Since she can't completely present herself outside of it, she project a part of it.

Her appearance is so complex for the human brain, that she is only perceived as an amalgamation of gears and wires.

Some few people would view her as a feminine automaton encastred in a contraption of metal of different forms.

She and Old Man Consequences doesn't really appreciate each other.

They can often been seen bickering to each other. Some slurs and other profanities can be heard if they both are in the same room.

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[Wiliam: Hey Henry, what is 'patenting'?

Henry who has been uncle of his 3 kids: William, What the fu-]

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The Lost Future.

Mitchel's life is a line.

He likes his routine.

He NEEDS his routine.

But! It get's quite boring and numb at times.

So, to make things less empty, he likes spending times with his siblings.

And pissing his father. 😈

He love his siblings. He would do anything for them. (The best he can.)

If someone DARES hurting them. (And having a poor reason to do so.) Well.

Let's just say.

He's the son of his parents.

An apple who didn't fall far from the tree.

But, he's not going to kill anyone.

OH NO!

WHY would he do THAT!?

When he can let someone else do the "dirty work".

He won't try pissing off his mother.

She's..... too.... frightfull.

He never pissed her off. But he saw how she is when upset.

No way he's going to take the risk.

So, pissing off William it is. (It's just puns and pretending to be dumb by playing with his words. But the man has a short fuse.)

But one rainy day (Night? Who knows, it's dark.), William got upset enough to go riding the car with a bladder fill of alcohol and jealousy.

Mitchel didn't really planned it to end this way.

He liked Charlie.

She was a line. A constancy.

But still a difference.

A road with pebbles and curves.

She was safe.

She was stability.

And now she's gone.

The guilt constantly nibble at him. Even if it doesn't appear as such to outside eyes.

Marionnette looks and acts differently after that.

It's strange. He doesn't try inspecting this fact yet, but he doesn't brush it off either.

Evan is becoming more and more scared and paranoid.

This worries him.

Michael continues his usual pranks. But now, they give another kind of reaction.

Michael, being a teenager and an older brother, keeps at it.

Mitchel doesn't really minds it. He even participate sometimes.

But he still advise his twin to be careful and watchful.

The youngest behaviour doesn't seems.... usual.

A certain bite happen.

And a few days later... A certain death happen.

Another rope gives way.

Mitchel doesn't really blame Micheal and their friends. They are all just dumb teenagers. He DID undirrectly cause Charlie's death too. (Even though we can't really be sure, but he doesn't think that.)

And Evan's death is the punishment from their actions.

But people are either being irritated or skittish around them.

And Michael let it happen. Mitchel is not pleased by all that. But he stays silent about it. His brother needs him.

If Michael has to be the despised martyr. Then Mitchel has to be the lovable secret evil.

He'll show these fouls what true evil his.

And later, weird things start to happen. They've been already weird stuff happening since Charlie. But now it's getting too suspicious and annoying.

Let's just say, he discover something intriguing. Something that needs reseachs.

But he can't really risk anything. And he's just a kid after all.

So, he shows a path to his father.

The man took the bait fervently.

Too fervently.

It might have cause several deaths, but that's on William. HE is the one who decided to go through that path this way.

Mitchel just gave him the map.

And William brings a greiving Henry on this road trip with him.

The later doesn't know it will cause much suffuring to others though.

The man is blinded by the possibility of bringing back his daughter. Which unfortunately for him, helped bringing him to jail.

William didn't framed anyone and is quite upset by this event. But he can't let himself get caught.

So, he ran away.

Mitchel and Michael are now alone. But at least, they have each others.

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That wasn't expected.

And now, the twins are chasing the dead to stop that whole thing.

But this experimentation DID bore fruits.

Eternal life is now given to him.

He doesn't like life. So, he's taking it as punishment for his bad deeds.

A long, long life. Without his friends. Without his family. It's perfect for him.

A bittersweet ending.

In the last fire, he goes "teasing" his father one last time.

He got to live the life William wanted. And the man is RAGING about it. 😈

He then goes saying his final goodbye to his sister. Wishing her a good last sleep.

He ends his journey to Michael. His brother. His other half.

They are like head and tail on a coin.

He reveals EVERYTHING to Michael.

Tell him how sorry he is. And how he loves him.

He wish him a good rest. He deserve it after everything.

And while the place is drowning in its fire. He stay sit down back on the door separating his brother and himself.

Ready to face his penalty.

The worlds fades away under his eyes.

There is more though.

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Michael:

At least his boss didn't fired him.

Wait.....

His boss DID fired him.

....

Oh well.

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Doctor: Here's your son.

William stares at Michael and just knew...

This kid is going to be a pain.

Doctor: And here's the second one.

William: .....

There's a second one?

William hold his second son after giving Michael to his mother.

William: .....

Ok.

Rectification.

THIS one will be WORSE.

He's gonna name him Mitchel.

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William being chased by Michael while they both go into a killing spree and framing each other for their own crimes.

V.S.

One tired self-proclaimed detective Elizabeth.

Who would win?

The fire the two men made to trap the other one.

Like father like son, I guess? 🤔

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William: Mitchel! Did you take my...experiment?

Mitchel: Which one?

The soul swapper, the fetcher or the chaser?

William: The hallucinogenic nightmares one.

Mitchel: Oh, well.

I found a new test subject for it.

William: A new-...

How did it go?

Michael: Hey Mitch!

The guy had stop messing with us.

I don't know what you did, but it worked freaking well.

Mitchel: Pretty good I'd say.

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This song describe well Mitchel.

(Although, he's a bit less possessive than what the song depict.)

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The Maestro: Your William feels wrong.

Dr. Hippo: U-uh what?

Old Man Consequences: Yeah, he's wrong.

Madame Automate: Sorry.

But I have to agree with that statement.

The Maestro: HA!

That's new. 😅