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miguel-manbemel · 4 years ago

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 46: The Cave of Doom Part 1: The Secret of Virgil’s Front Door

We return to normality with a new installment of the main storyline, inspired on Sanders Sides, by Thomas Sanders, Joan S. and the Foster Dawg Team. It’s a new multipart story that I hope you enjoy. There’s not much to add so I leave you with the beginning of the story. Until next time.

SYNOPSIS: Chris is preparing to leave Roman and Virgil’s room and live on his own, in his own room. At Virgil’s suggestion, he’s gonna move to Virgil’s old room, now empty. When Virgil hands him the key chain containing the keys of his room, he makes a severe warning about one particular key in the key chain, a key that opens a door that must never be opened, if Chris wants to live safely in that room.

WARNINGS: Romantic prinxiety. Not much more apart from that.

EPISODE INDEX

[Roman and Virgil are helping Chris packing things up and cleaning up the bedroom]

ROMAN: This is gonna be so different when you’re gone… It’s been only a few months, but still you marked your presence in this room for a lifetime… and I don’t mean that black stain on the wall you left a couple of weeks after your arrival, which we couldn’t take off, not even with hydrochloric acid, like Logan recommended, and it’s one of the most corrosive solutions there exist according to Mr. Teach. Like, what is that dry goo?

CHRIS: Uh… it’s just some experiment that didn’t go as planned…

ROMAN: Experiment? What… experiment?

CHRIS: [giving him a significant glance] Do you really wanna know, father?

ROMAN: [beat] No… On a second thought, I don’t wanna know. I suddenly have the feeling that if I knew, the only thing that would get corroded is my mood.

CHRIS: Then don’t ask, father. Besides, paint can do wonders with any kind of stain, you know?

[Roman just sighs and keeps on helping Chris pack up]

[intro sequence]

[Roman, Virgil, Chris and Dillon are in the living room. All the suitcases are next to Chris]

CHRIS: Well, everything’s packed up. I think I’m not forgetting anything… [looks at Virgil] Hey, hey, dad, don’t cry, come on.

[Virgil has a single black tear running down his cheek]

VIRGIL: I’m sorry, Chris. It’s just… I thought I would be strong when the day would come… But I guess I’m not. I’m both proud and sad to see you leave… It’s both happy and sad tears, but the happy tears prevail, don’t worry.

CHRIS: You’re gonna make me emotional, and I was emotional enough already… Okay. Are you sure it’s okay that I get settled in your old room, dad? Bear in mind that I’m gonna redecorate it heavily to match my taste. I like some cobwebs here and there, but there are going to be changes. Are you okay with that?

VIRGIL: Yes, Chris, don’t worry. Now that my relation with Roman is better than ever, I’m positive I’m not gonna need that room anymore. You can keep it. It will be easier than just creating a whole new room from scratch, that’s more difficult except when you go from Dark to Light Side. Just, don’t throw anything to the trash can or summon anything away from existence. If there’s something you don’t want, send it to me and I’ll save it, okay?

CHRIS: Even the cobwebs? Cause there are too many over there.

VIRGIL: No, you can get rid of the cobwebs… they’re all too dusty to be properly decorative and I can make all the cobwebs I want anytime with my pet spider Loom.

CHRIS: Okay, got it. Well, let’s go.

DILLON: Goodbye, Chris. It’s been only a month since we met, but I’m already gonna miss you.

CHRIS: I’m gonna miss you too, brother. Now you’re in charge of taking care of father and dad. See that they don’t get in any trouble after I’m gone.

DILLON: [chuckles, but then his eyes fill with tears] I will, I promise…

CHRIS: [sighs, also in tears] Come here, little wizard.

[Chris hugs Dillon]

CHRIS: You better visit often, okay? And that goes for you too, parents.

ROMAN: Of course.

VIRGIL: You’re gonna regret making that offer. I think I’m gonna spend more time visiting than in this room or solving Thomas’ issues in the outer world… Just kidding, I’ll lend you some space… Just a little bit…

CHRIS: Thank you. [makes one last glance around the room and sighs] Off we go, then.

[Chris, Virgil and Roman sink down while Dillon stays in the room, all emotional. Then they rise up in Virgil’s old room]

CHRIS: Well… Certainly it does need some tidying. But I can’t wait to make it my own.

VIRGIL: If you need any help, don’t hesitate calling… Oh, I almost forgot.

[Virgil pulls a key chain out of his pocket]

VIRGIL: Here. There you have all the keys of my… your room. This makes the transfer official. From this point on, this is your room in the Mind Palace. Here you are.

[Virgil gives the key chain to Chris]

CHRIS: Thank you, dad. Wow, that’s a lot of keys! How many are there? Twenty? Thirty? You certainly have a lot of locked things in this room, dad.

VIRGIL: Most of them are boxes and trunks that I already unlocked and took all the content out to my current room, you can use them to store your things if you want to.

ROMAN: You’ll have a lot of room for storage then.

[Virgil gives an ironic smile to Roman]

CHRIS: Thanks, dad, that will be convenient.

[Chris checks all the keys in the key chain. Suddenly he shows an odd look and picks one of them]

CHRIS: This key looks kinda weird, dad. It looks old and rusty, as if it hadn’t been used in years.

VIRGIL: [suddenly concerned] Oh, I forgot about that key… As a matter of fact, it hasn’t been used in years. And you must never use it either, Chris.

CHRIS: Why? Is there something dangerous about this key? If there’s something wrong about this room, you must tell me. Now I’m gonna live here, dad.

ROMAN: He’s right, Virge. If this room isn’t safe, maybe he shouldn’t be moving here.

VIRGIL: This room is totally safe, Roman… [to Chris] as long as you don’t use that key. I’d ask you to give it back to me so that I could keep it in a safe place, but I cannot open that key chain or summon copies of the other keys without that one, so it has to stay there with the rest of the keys.

CHRIS: But what does it open, dad?

VIRGIL: I don’t know if I should tell you.

CHRIS: Please dad, as I told you, if I’m gonna live here now, I have the right to know.

VIRGIL: [sighs] Okay, but promise that you won’t open that door. Promise?

CHRIS: So it is a door what it opens…

VIRGIL: Promise, Chris? This is important.

CHRIS: Okay, okay, I promise.

VIRGIL: Don’t make the promise lightly just to shoo me off, Chris. This is serious, and I want you to solemnly and seriously make that promise from your heart, thinking about it and really meaning it. Now, with that in mind, do you promise?

CHRIS: [a little taken aback over such seriousness] All right, dad. I give you my word of honor that I shall never use the key to open the door you don’t want me to open. By my princely heritage, I swear.

ROMAN: My… you look so worried that this has to be really serious.

VIRGIL: It is. Thank you, Chris. This key… opens the front door.

CHRIS: The front door? But what’s at the other side of that door that scares you so much?

VIRGIL: That I won’t tell you, as it belongs to myself and to a past I wish to leave behind. Remember your promise. Never, ever open that door. It’s very dangerous and that’s all you need to know about it.

CHRIS: Yes, dad, I gave you my word and I will keep it for my honor of prince. And the rest of the keys? Is there any other key I should know something about?

VIRGIL: [serious, dramatic voice] As a matter of fact, there’s another key, that purple key in the middle…

CHRIS: What… what about it?

VIRGIL: It opens a trunk in my old bedroom. Could you lend it to me one last time? I still have all my old hoodies in there and I’d wish to take them with me.

CHRIS: [sighs] You scared the crap out of me, dad.

VIRGIL: [smirks] Good, that means I still got it.

ROMAN: More hoodies? You already have your side of our wardrobe stuffed with hoodies. Why hoarding so many hoodies when you always wear the same purple patched hoodie, Virgil?

VIRGIL: I like hoodies, Roman, and don’t make me mention the ton of princely suits you own, darling.

ROMAN: That doesn’t count, Virge, I store those in the Royal Castle in Sandersia.

VIRGIL: Good, because that’s exactly where I was going to store my hoodies too. I’m also a prince, a consort prince but a prince nonetheless, and I have the same right to use the Royal wardrobe as you do, my love.

ROMAN: [sighs] I never denied that right to you. That castle is as much yours as it is mine and you can store in there whatever you wish. You don’t even have to ask me for permission, we’re equal in our relationship. I thought that was a given even since before our marriage.

VIRGIL: I was just kidding, my love. [kisses Roman in the cheek] But thank you for reminding me.

ROMAN: You’re welcome. But there’s one doubt I have.

VIRGIL: What is it?

ROMAN: If you have so many different hoodies and you like them all… why do you always wear this same hoodie?

VIRGIL: Do you want to know?

ROMAN: Yes, I’m intrigued.

VIRGIL: It’s because when I wore this hoodie for the first time… that time after the Harry Potter talk… gosh, so long ago already… it was the first time you looked at me… like something more than a frenemy to pester. It was the first time I saw in your eyes that, maybe, in the future, I could have a chance to win your heart… and I eventually did, and I never wanted to take it off ever since… because it reminds me of that moment… the moment when you really started loving me… the way I had already started loving you back then.

ROMAN: [with a loving glance] Virgil…

VIRGIL: [looking back at him with the same glance] Yes?

ROMAN: [sudden face of over the top disgust] I hope you wash that hoodie from time to time…

[Virgil sighs and rolls his eyes]

VIRGIL: Of course I do, and you had to ruin the… hmm….

[Virgil can’t end his statement because Roman has grabbed him by surprise and is already kissing him. After the kiss, Virgil smirks]

VIRGIL: That was a treacherous attack, your highness. I thought you fought with honor, prince.

ROMAN: [smirks back] Not in cases like this, emo, I just love to catch you off-guard, literally in my arms like this, you, the literal embodiment of keeping guard up.

VIRGIL: You're lucky I'm not a panther anymore. Otherwise, I would have scratched your precious regal face more than once or twice.

ROMAN: Ooh... I'm so scared... kitty...

[Chris chuckles, then looks at them, emotional]

CHRIS: When I see you two like this, I’m so happy and relieved. Now I know I can leave you in peace knowing that you two will be okay.

ROMAN: You don’t need to be worried about us anymore, son.

VIRGIL: Yes, the trouble we had was all a problem of miscommunication that is now solved.

ROMAN: And don’t think you’re any less the love of my live, son, come here!

[Roman grabs Chris, takes his cap off and then rubs his hair, disheveling it]

CHRIS: [laughing] Dad, stop, you’re ruining my hair! Stop!

[Roman releases him. Chris’ hair is all a mess]

CHRIS: How dare you? You’re gonna pay for this, in tickles!

ROMAN: [starts running in circles around Virgil followed by Chris] No, no! Don’t you dare! I’m the Royal Prince of Sandersia and this is against protocol! No!

[Roman trips and falls. Chris, who was following from behind, trips on him and falls too. While Chris is falling, he instinctively grabs Virgil trying to stand, but he only makes Virgil fall too. In the end, they’re all on the floor laughing]

ROMAN: [recovering breath] Gosh… I’m gonna miss these silly family moments so much…

CHRIS: We still can have them when you visit or when I visit you. I may be an adult but I still am less than one year old, so I still love these childish shenanigans.

ROMAN: Right… Well, I think it’s time for us to go. Unless you need us to help you tidy up this place. Look how dirty our clothes have gotten of all the dust on the floor, we’re gonna need a shower, all of us.

CHRIS: No, father, I’ll be fine. Besides, Thomas needs you. Remember that he’s just started working on his first script after the illness and he’s gonna need you in top form. And it’s a work that will surely bring some stress to him, so dad, you’re gonna be needed too. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Should I feel overwhelmed by this task, I could always call my brother Dillon for assistance, but I don’t think it will be necessary.

[They all stand up]

VIRGIL: Okay, then. In that case, we should be going. Duty calls. But I wish we could stay longer.

CHRIS: There will be other chances, dad. You’re gonna get tired of visiting me in the future, you’ll see.

VIRGIL: [a black tear rolls down his cheek] I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of visiting you.

CHRIS: Again, don’t cry. Gosh, you’re just like Patton. Like father, like son…

VIRGIL: You got Patton’s genes too, cause you’re also crying like me… It certainly runs in the family…

[Virgil grabs Chris’ cheek and Chris kisses Virgil’s hand]

CHRIS: [also with tears in his eyes] I love you two, parents.

ROMAN: Not as much as we both love you, son. Goodbye.

VIRGIL: Bye, son.

CHRIS: Goodbye. See ya soon.

[Roman and Virgil give one last emotional glance at Chris, then they sink down. Chris looks at the empty space for a couple of seconds]

CHRIS: [sighs and cleans his eyes] Well, it’s at this moment that my life on my own begins… [summoning a bucket, mop and broom] And let’s start by cleaning this place a little bit. I love my dad, but his taste for cobwebs is quite intriguing. I couldn’t help sneezing around them. Maybe I’m the Side of Thomas who holds his allergies, I don’t know… Okay, as Julie Andrews, the beautiful goddess, would say, in every job that must be done there’s an element of fun… [looking around] If that’s true, I’m gonna have so much fun today…

[Chris summons a mask for the dust, then grabs the broom and starts sweeping the floor. A couple of hours pass]

CHRIS: Phew… this is gonna be a lot more work than I thought it would be. I’m not so sure if it wouldn’t have been better to just start my own room from scratch… It takes a lot of energy for a newbie Side like me, but I doubt it’s much more effort than this. I need to rest for a while. Not on the couch, though, it’s still filthy. The bedroom is the only place in the room that has been previously cleaned, as that’s the only place dad got to use when he briefly returned here last month. Yep, it’s settled. I’ll take a little nap, then maybe I’ll make me something for lunch…

[Chris goes upstairs. The living room stays silent for a few seconds, save for the sound of Chris’ footsteps, then the sound of the door upstairs opening and closing, while the scene zooms into the key chain Virgil gave to Chris, which was left on the counter by the kitchen. When the scene is only the key chain… an unknown hand grabs it and takes it away. Fade to black. Then fade-in to Roman’s room. He’s working on his desk, writing something]

ROMAN: Yep, I still got it. Thomas is gonna love this story I’m designing just for him. [patting himself on the shoulder] Princey, Princey… you’re back on form and better than ever.

[suddenly, there’s a scream coming from upstairs. Roman gets startled and drops the pen]

ROMAN: What was that!? Virgil!? Was that you!?

[Roman rushes upstairs and hurries into the bedroom. Virgil is there, panting, his face all covered in sweat]

ROMAN: Virge, my love, what’s wrong!?

VIRGIL: I’m sorry I startled you, Roman… I was taking a nap and I had a horrible nightmare. It was about Chris, something horrible happened to him… It was… It’s already blurry and fading away, but I still remember the sensation of horror and despair.

[Roman sits down next to Virgil and hugs him]

ROMAN: It’s okay… Calm down… It was only a dream and it’s over now. I’m protecting you from all danger and you’re safe with me now.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Roman. I know I’m safe with you… but, on the other hand, Chris…

ROMAN: This was probably because of the worry you feel about Chris, about if he’ll be fine all alone on his own. But there’s no need to worry, Virge. He’s a strong capable grown-up man. I’d even say he’s stronger and more capable than me, and I say it with pride. He can take care of himself, and I’m sure he’ll be fine.

VIRGIL: Still, I have a very bad feeling, Roman. A horrible feeling. Call it… fatherly intuition.

ROMAN: Will it make you feel better if we go visit him now to ease your concern?

VIRGIL: I wouldn’t want to bother him so soon when he’s still settling in his new room.

ROMAN: Nonsense. I’m sure after these few hours of hard work tidying his room, he would love to see some familiar faces, no matter if we just saw him this morning.

VIRGIL: But what about the work you were making for Thomas?

ROMAN: Oh, I’m sure that can wait. You know that Thomas likes to procrastinate from time to time and he needs a break too. What do you say? Shall we go pay a visit to our son? Come on, you know you want to.

VIRGIL: You’re right, more than wanting it, I need it right now. I hope he doesn’t get mad at us, but I need to see him and check that he’s okay… Gosh, I am a paranoid, am I not?

ROMAN: Please, Virge, my love, never say that again. It hurts me that you could consider yourself like that, because I think it would be my fault. As I told you, you are not more of a paranoid than anyone of us. You’re just worried about your son on his first day out of the nest. What parent wouldn’t be? Don’t beat yourself over that and never call yourself a paranoid in my presence again, or else, as your father would say, I will physically fight you, and remember that I got a sword, got it?

VIRGIL: Got it. Thanks, Roman.

ROMAN: You’re welcome. Well, then, if you’re ready, let’s go. We can always say that you came by to get your hoodies and to lend a hand in the cleaning, should you need an excuse, even though I don’t think you’ll need it.

[Virgil sighs. Then Roman and him sink down. Then, they rise up in Chris’ living room]

ROMAN: Wow, he has advanced a lot in just two hours of cleaning.

VIRGIL: Yeah… it’s a pity that he’s getting rid of the cobwebs, but it’s his room now, he must shape it as he sees fit.

ROMAN: Wait a second…

VIRGIL: What?

ROMAN: Do you hear that?

VIRGIL: Hear what?

ROMAN: That noise. Listen…

[they both get quiet and listen. A faint howling is heard, like wind howling through a window or a door]

VIRGIL: [suddenly horrified] No… please not! Please, Lord, let it not be that!

ROMAN: Virgil, what’s wrong!?

[Virgil looks at the front door and lets go a muffled moan when he sees it barely open]

VIRGIL: [screaming] The front door! The front door is open! Chris unlocked the front door, even when he promised not to do so!

ROMAN: Surely there has to be an explanation to this. Chris! Chris, are you there!? Chris!

VIRGIL: [now in a faint whining, tears falling down his cheeks] Don’t waste your time. He’s not here! They got him!

ROMAN: They? Who are they?

VIRGIL: We need the others, Roman. This is the worst emergency we could be facing now, worse than anything the Dark Master could ever have come up with.

ROMAN: You’re scaring me, Virgil! Who’s got Chris?

VIRGIL: The ghouls…

ROMAN: The… ghouls? What ghouls? Who are these ghouls and what were they doing outside your door?

VIRGIL: I’ll explain, but first we need to call the others. We’ll even need Thomas’ help. [panicking] It was such a mistake to give this room to Chris, it was too dangerous and now they got him and it’s my fault!

ROMAN: [shaking him] Virgil, calm down! You won’t help Chris by letting yourself get carried away by panic! Put yourself together!

VIRGIL: I’m sorry… but I’ve got good reasons to panic… if only you knew…

ROMAN: You’ll tell me in due time, but as you said, first we need the others, so I’ll call them. Logan, Patton, Remus, Janus, Ian, Dillon, please come here, this is an emergency! And I’m also calling Thomas. Now you’re hearing my voice as if it was a figment of your imagination, something you think you’re making up yourself, but it’s not something imaginary, Thomas. It’s me, Roman! We need you to come to Virgil’s old room, right now, please, hurry up, this is an emergency!

[all the Sides rise up. A couple of seconds later, Thomas does the same]

THOMAS: It was so weird, Roman… Is this what they call telepathy, that you could talk to me straight to my mind?

LOGAN: Not quite, Thomas, telepathy is the communication between two or more people using the transmission of thoughts from one mind to another, but Roman is already in your own mind, so it’s not the same.

THOMAS: Okay… Well, Roman, Virgil, what’s the emergency? You both look really distressed, especially you, Virge.

PATTON: Yes, son, what’s the matter?

VIRGIL: They got my son! They took him away!

REMUS: What? Who? Who’s taken my nephew away!? Whose head do I need to crush my Morningstar into!?

ROMAN: Relax, Remus. And you too, Virgil. Try to breath deeply and then tell us everything.

[Virgil takes a deep breath, then starts talking]

VIRGIL: I asked Chris not to open the front door of my… I mean, what was my room. But now we’ve just come in and the door is open, and Chris is gone. It must have been them, the ghouls. They’ve taken him as soon as he unlocked the door.

THOMAS: Who are… who are the ghouls?

VIRGIL: The ghouls are creatures that live on the other side of my door. At this point you may have noticed a pattern. On the other Side of our front doors, each of us has a world that is based on our aspects, in a form much more raw than what you see in this room, which is influenced by the outer world, depending on the location you were standing before sinking in. Roman and Remus have Sandersia. Logan has that Library of his, and I… I have the Cave of Doom.

JANUS: Sounds really ominous.

VIRGIL: It is ominous. It is a long, labyrinthine, virtually endless cave created by your fears, Thomas. In other words, everything you have ever feared and anything you currently fear now exists somewhere in the cave.

THOMAS: Okay, but you still didn’t completely answer my question. What exactly are these ghouls?

VIRGIL: They are the instigators of these fears. Each ghoul is in charge of instilling one particular fear of yours. They have the shape of shadows moving around, getting physical form when they approach someone they want to make feel fear.

THOMAS: I thought the Dark Master was the manifestation of all that is evil inside of me.

VIRGIL: They’re not evil or good, Thomas. They’re just fears and act as you conceived them in your life experiences. They can’t do otherwise.

IAN: And why would they take Chris away, Virgil? If they’re not evil, why kidnapping your son?

[Virgil makes a tense pause]

VIRGIL: Probably to lure me into the cave so that I return to them. They want me and they’re using my son as a bait. It’s a trap, and the worst thing is I’m gonna bite the trap, because I’m not letting them keep my son under their claws.

THOMAS: But why would they want you in particular, Virgil?

[Virgil looks at them with a face of remorse]

VIRGIL: There’s one thing I never told you, not anyone of you, not even you, Roman. Something I wanted to keep in my past and never uncover.

ROMAN: Yes, you mentioned it to Chris earlier, but I didn’t want to ask you what it was, as it was troubling for you and I thought you had a right to leave it in the past if you wanted to. But now that our son is endangered because of it, you must tell me. What is it, Virgil?

[Virgil hesitates, then he starts speaking]

VIRGIL: As you know, I am the Side of Thomas in charge of his Vigilance, Anxiety and Fear… I’m the main instigator of Thomas’ fears… but there’s even more. I’m the one who physically created these instigators of fears, and that… that makes me a ghoul too. I’m the King and Father of Ghouls and they want me to return to my Kingdom.

[everyone in the room looks at Virgil, totally speechless. A sign reads “To be continued, guys, gals and non binary pals]

[ending card]

[the scene is the same as before]

ROMAN: Let… let me get this straight, Virgil… So you… are a king? A literal king?

VIRGIL: I don’t consider myself as such, but I am.

ROMAN: [a little angry] You mean that I’ve been married to a real-life king all of this time and you never told me? And then you had the guts of almost breaking up with me because I hid to you some things out of context, when you were doing the exact same thing to me!?

VIRGIL: Don’t bring that up again, Roman! As I told you, I don’t consider myself a king, so I never lied to you!

ROMAN: A lie of omission is a lie nonetheless! You should have told me!

VIRGIL: [yelling] What for? What use would it have been that I told you this? I’m not proud of my title! I don’t want that throne, just like I don’t want to be a ghoul, because I don’t want Thomas to feel fear because of me! I’ve abdicated that crown long ago and I was in my right to leave that aspect of my life in the past, Roman, and you, among everyone else, should understand me better! Remember that you also ran away from your kingdom, hiding its existence to all of us. You should know better how I’m feeling, more than anyone in this room, [a tear falls down his cheek] and the least you could do is supporting me, because I’m falling apart over confessing this huge shame in my life and it hurts!

[Roman looks at Virgil, then hugs him]

ROMAN: You’re right… I do understand how it feels… I’m sorry, Virge… It’s just the shock. I apologize. Of course I’ll support you, now and always.

REMUS: But if you knew your front door was so dangerous, why did you allow Chris to settle in without warning him?

VIRGIL: I did warn him, Remus, and very seriously! I asked him to promise me that he would never unlock that door. I thought he would be safe as long as the door remained locked, just as it has been for the past few years. I didn’t expect he would disobey me, much less that he would do it so quickly, barely two hours after I handed him the keys.

JANUS: I don’t know, something’s amiss here. Chris respects you very much, Virgil. I doubt he would dismiss your petition so lightly.

VIRGIL: Well, he had the key chain. It had to be him who opened the door.

JANUS: Couldn’t the door have been unlocked from the other side?

VIRGIL: If it could, it would have been opened a long time ago, don’t you think? It has had to be him who unlocked the door. Who else would have?

JANUS: I don’t know… but still, there’s something amiss here, I feel it in my scales.

LOGAN: Well, guys, there’s no use in arguing over it. Until we can talk to Chris so he can explain himself, we’ll only be theorizing for nothing. We need to step into action and rescue him. Only then we’ll be able to understand.

VIRGIL: You’re right… [sighs] I never thought I would ever step a foot on that cave again… but I guess it was my destiny after all. I’ll go there, for Chris. If I went to the Mind Palace Center itself to rescue him, I can go to the heart to my own underground kingdom to do the same, and I would rip the Mind Palace itself apart if need be to rescue him. The ghouls have kidnapped my son… and they’re gonna wish they never did. Their king is back, and he’s coming back with a vengeance, literally.

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dr-m-r-ma · 6 years ago

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Electric Shock

Part 29/30

Genre: drama, romance Rating: PG-13 Group: Monsta X Summary of previous chapter: Shownu gives Hyo-jin a meaningful gift and they confirm their feelings for each other. However, Shownu is shocked to find out Hyo-jin disappeared without telling him and that she had planned to leave from the beginning.

Disclaimer: This is 100% fictional and my own story. It is unrelated to the actual events and real persons of Monsta X and Starship. Hyo-jin Lee is a completely made-up character that I created for this fanfic. Parts will be written in Korean with English translations. I did not major in English/Korean, nor was I ever strong in English/Korean grammar, so there will be grammatical mistakes. This is also the first fanfic I have ever written, so please overlook small mistakes. This fanfic is written in third person and past-tense for ease of writing.

(A/N: if it’s not clear, this isn’t a real article, not a real website, not a real author, not a real date!)

< The next day >

Hyo-jin wasn't aware that the original photo of her had garnered more than a thousand retweets, but when she found out, she realized Starship had already taken control of the situation. Although other people tried to repost the photo on their accounts, a couple of hours later, they'd be removed.

Hyo-jin had visited Korea a couple of times, meeting Eunbi and PD Park. She told Eunbi everything that had happened... except her feelings for Shownu. It was hard to hide Monsta X from Eunbi since she had seen their music video with Hyo-jin in it and Eunbi had pestered her about how it all unfolded. She made sure Eunbi would keep quiet about it, but Hyo-jin realized much later that it didn't even matter since legally, the contract contained nothing about after she moved back. However, she didn't want complications, so she continued to keep things under wraps from most people.

Since PD Park was one of the few who had Hyo-jin's contact information and got the rough run-down from Starship, he often messaged her with thoughtful messages and wished her well. When she met him briefly on her second trip visiting Korea, he had asked if she wouldn't consider a modeling job, that he would keep her a secret. At the time, she had simply smiled and politely rejected the offer by telling PD Park she wasn't comfortable putting herself out in public. She let him know that he would be the first person to know if she became interested in that career path. They continued to talk about her move back to the U.S. and what she was up to now.

Only when Hyo-jin arrived back to the States did PD Park explain in a message that a couple of Monsta X members, Jooheon and Kihyun, came to visit him on separate occasions a few days before Hyo-jin met with PD Park. Jooheon had asked PD Park for Hyo-jin's contact information, but of course left with nothing, and Kihyun had come for the same thing. However, when he received nothing, Kihyun asked PD Park to relay the message that though Shownu has been diligently serving in the military, there will be a news article released about his relationship with Soyou, the former Sistar member. PD Park apologized in his message, stating that he pieced everything together and now know the real reason why she left so suddenly. Hyo-jin stared at his messages for a while before replying back with a simple it's okay and thank you for telling me.

She had seen Shownu wear the cuff wherever he went, whether it was on music shows or variety shows or V-lives, but she was sure he would forget once he went to serve. However, Hyo-jin couldn't stop wearing hers even after he went into the military. She continued to wear it every day, fumble around with it and unconsciously would touch it when she was nervous or anxious. Although they were apart, it seemed the cuff could protect and calm her down. Yet... looking at the news articles open in multiple portal websites about Shownu's and Soyou's relationship, Hyo-jin held onto her cuff defensively. In the back of her mind she thought, 'no... I ended it. I can't be more selfish... than I already have been...' but she couldn't help her gut twist as she read through all the articles.

< about one and half years later >

MONSTA X WORLD TOUR - SF - MEET AND GREET/ALBUM SIGNING

"저 사람... 어디선가 본 사람 같은데..." (Translation: "I feel like I've seen... that person somewhere...") Jooheon squinted and whispered as the theater staff started to line the fans up. All the fans excitedly held tightly to their albums and many of them had gift bags for the Monsta X members.

Kihyun smiled and waved at the fans before whispering back, "그런가...? 난 잘 모르겠는데." (Translation: "Really...? I can't tell.")

Hyungwon glanced at the person they were whispering about and grumbled,"누구 부탁으로 왔나 왜 저렇게 불만있는 표정이야" (Translation: "Did she come as a favor for someone why does she look so upset") All of them looked at the girl, who seem to have noticed the attention and looked back at them. They quickly looked elsewhere and I.M. whispered, "우리 지금 다 들킨거지?" (Translation: "All of us just got caught now, right?")

Before Jooheon could rack his brains further about the girl who looked familiar, Shownu started, "둘 셋" (Translation: "Two, three")

"HOO Monsta X, hello we're Monsta X"

Fans screamed and quieted down when Shownu took his mic again. He nodded towards the translator and said, "Uh... thank you for coming... and... 기달려주셔서 고맙습니다. 곧 갈 친구들도 있지만, 지금 이렇게 7명이 같이 또 월드투어 하는게 꿈만 같네요. 어... 그럼 시작할가요?"

The translator repeated for the Korean bits: "Thank you for waiting. Although a few members will soon leave, it seems like a dream that we can have a world tour again with 7 members. Should we start?"

Fans continued to scream and yelled "Thank you Shownu" and "Thank you Wonho for coming back safely". The members sat down in their seats and fans one by one started going up the stage to meet the members. When the girl with a frown on her face stepped onto the stage and first approached Jooheon, he squinted at her for a second and smiled. Her face momentarily froze before breaking out into a small warm smile.

"오~~ 주헌이 좋아하나봐~~" (Translation: "Ooh~~ she must like Jooheon~~") Hyungwon whispered.

Jooheon opened her album and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ellen. E-l-l-e-n."

"Nice to meet you, Ellen!" he chirped, as he signed his name on his photo. She smiled and replied softly, "You still look adorable - you haven't changed in the last four years."

Jooheon stared at her for a moment, trying to process her words, and asked cautiously, "Did you come to a different meet and greet before? I feel like I've seen you somewhere too..."

"Hmm... maybe outside of an ice cream store in LA?"

Before he could continue asking her, she was ushered to the next person and the next fan was eager to grab Jooheon's attention. From Jooheon, she went on to Hyungwon, Wonho, Kihyun, I.M. and Minhyuk.

To the other members' confusion, she seemed particularly cold towards Kihyun and Minhyuk, but not obvious enough for other fans to take notice. Before moving on to the last member, Ellen leaned close to Minhyuk and whispered quite sarcastically, "Thanks for being so nice to Hyo-jin back in Korea." Minhyuk and I.M. flinched and stared at her as she sat in front of the last member, Shownu. Shownu hadn't heard what she said to Minhyuk so when Minhyuk and I.M. stared at the two of them, he stared back asking "뭐" (Translation: "What").

Ellen didn't let the other members tell him by slamming her gift bag in front of him. She took out a small leather box and a small envelope.

"Can you open them now?"

Shownu stared at her in confusion, as she wasn't smiling and the other members were nervously looking at him. Word had been passed down from Minhyuk and I.M., and all the members tried to hide their nervousness. Thankfully, none of the fans had noticed yet, but Kihyun managed to wave down one of their managers.

Shownu opened the envelope, revealing two wrinkled flimsy VIP tickets... to a Monsta X concert two years ago. He froze momentarily before carefully unfolding a small letter that was paperclipped to the tickets. It read:

"직접 얼굴 보고 주고 싶었는데... 허락 못 받고 오니까 잡혔어요. 그때... 선물을두고 떠나야했는데 제가 너무 어린 애 같이 이기적이여서 가져갔어요. 직접 주지 못해서 죄송해요. 상처줘서 미안해요. 그리고... 관심줘서, 도와줘서 너무 고마웠어요. 행복하세요. 이효진 올림."

(Translation: "I wanted to give this to you when I saw you in person... but I couldn't get permission and I got caught coming here. At that time... I should have left the present but I was too childish and selfish so I took it. I'm sorry I can't give this to you myself. I'm sorry for hurting you. And... thank you for taking interest and helping me. Be happy. Sincerely, Hyo-jin Lee.")

He slowly opened the leather box and there, the cuff he gave to Hyo-jin was neatly placed in soft bedding. It looked a little scratched, showing some wear here and there. He took it out of the box and rubbed his thumb over the words that were engraved.

"Her contract didn't say anything about after she came here, but your manager saw her by chance in line and told her she wasn't allowed to come see you." Ellen whispered to Shownu, loud enough for Minhyuk to pick up but low enough for the fan sitting next to her with heart eyes for Minhyuk couldn't hear. Minhyuk quickly whispered to I.M., repeating the words and asking for a better translation, while Shownu looked at her and asked, "Contract...? Wait, is she here?"

Before Ellen could reply, her phone lit up with a new message - from Hyo-jin - which Shownu noticed with a fast glance, and simultaneously the manager that Kihyun had waved down arrived to usher Ellen to leave. She glared at the manager and snapped, "I know, I know, I'm leaving. Hyo's waiting for me outside anyway."

At that, the fans at the table and in line started to notice the ruckus being made and people started questioning what was going on. When the manager tried to physically pull Ellen out of her seat, fans began to murmur and the other members tried to pacify the fans that were currently in front of them.

"형." (Translation: "Hyung.")

The manager turned around and looked at Shownu, who stared sternly at him. Shownu asked in a low serious voice, "이게 무슨... 얘기야? 계악? 무슨 계악?" (Translation: "What is this talk... about? Contract? What contract?")

"아무것도 아니야. 그냥 헛소리야. 지금 앞에있는 팬 챙겨." (Translation: "It's nothing. It's just BS. Take care of the fan who's in front of you right now.") With that, the manager politely smiled and ordered through his teeth, "Your time is up, please get off the stage safely."

Ellen glowered at the manager and shook his hand off her arm. She walked a few steps out before turning around facing Shownu, who was trying his best to smile at the fan in front of him, and loudly scoffed, "Protect? Protect who? From the beginning you couldn't protect her. Who protected who really?" She spun back and stomped off.

Shownu stood abruptly, causing his chair to fall backwards, and he started to make his way off the stage. Fans murmured and started asking the other members what was going on, what were they talking about, who was that girl and who is the person Shownu couldn't protect. Before he could actually step off the stage, his manager stopped him and growled, "지금 나가면 끝이다. 수습 안 하고 팬들 앞에서 이렇게 나가면 몬스타엑스는 끝이야. 괜찮겠어?" (Translation: "If you leave now it's the end. If you go without fixing the situation and leaving in front of the fans here, Monsta X is over. Will you be okay [with that]?")

His manager tilted his head at the other members and when Shownu saw the looks on their faces, he couldn't help but give up once again. He pushed his manager away and walked back to the table, taking his mic and apologizing for the confusion and ruckus. He gave an extremely vague explanation, while the manager added a lie that the girl who just left was actually a Soyou fan and was angry about the breakup articles. The manager bowed, apologized for the bad experience the fans may have felt and asked for their understanding. Shownu bowed as well, though he frowned deeply at his manager's lie, and sat down back in his seat. He took the box and letter and carefully hid them from his manager and other members.

*** Next chapter is the last chapter!! ***

#shownu fic #shownu fanfic #mx fic #mx fanfic #monsta x fic #monsta x fanfic #mx scenarios #monsta x scenarios #electric fic #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #i actually ship shownu with soyou lol so i decided to incorporate that a little #shownu #jooheon #kihyun #minhyuk

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#47 The Interior Designer Part 2 (Harry Styles)

LAST WEEK HERE!

always wanted a The Interior Designer part 2

Part 2 for the interior designer pls?

Will there be a "The interior designer" part 2? Please make one, loved the first part and now i just want more 😍

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE PART 2 to the interior designer 👩‍🎨🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Please write a part 2 for the interior designer. I really loved it.

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PART 1

“I want all of the boxes delivered today. I don’t care about the delay. I want it now.” I heard him scream as I walked out of the little studio I owned as my office, now. He immediately kept his phone down. “Vic, I need to talk to you!” He came and held my arms. “Don’t do this. Five years with me. C’mon, don’t throw it away.”

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come see me.” I shrugged out of his hands.

“On a text message. A fucking text message, Victoria!” He yelled and then, got his voice in control. “You can’t end a five-year relationship on a text message.”

“Oh, but you can obviously cheat on your girlfriend of five years. I’m glad we are talking though. I think this is the most we have over, I can’t even remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, it has been a week since that, and I see you finally got time to mend whatever you think this is...”

“I was working,” He started.

“No, you were fucking a girl you’ve been seeing for five months now.”

His eyes widened, he was shocked. I hadn’t mentioned anything about knowing in the text, “You know?”

“Not about all of your affairs, but this one I do,” I told him. It still hurt.

“Madam, Mr Styles is waiting for you downstairs,” My assistant came through the door.

“Harry Styles? What are you doing with him?” He shouted as I collected my things from the desk. “Answer me, Victoria,” I sighed. He really thought I was his doll. “Fucking answer me! Are you fucking him now? Huh?” He screamed

“He is my fucking client, you fucking asshole. Get lost, and don’t ever come back here,” I yelled and walked off before I cried in front of him.

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“So, these are the three models you selected for the fridges,” I have him the booklet. “All of ‘em are available so, you just have to select one. Also, they stopped selling the model for the oven in your mum’s house, but this one is pretty close so, tell me if we should book it.”

“I like this one, you will merge it with the cupboards right?” Harry asked.

“Yes, and we have the buyers ready for the old ones so, if you finalise the oven, we can get it delivered tomorrow.”

“How are you holding up?” He asked suddenly. I came to work the very next day. It was extremely unprofessional to discuss my personal life and scream at HArry for my ruined relationship. This contract meant everything to me and, I didn’t want to risk it.

“We rather not discuss my personal life, Harry,” I smiled.

“I know, he was at your office today when I came to pick you up,” He said. “And, client and all, I know. I’m also your friend. I’m here for you,” He kept one hand on mine.

“Thank you, I will be fine...really!” I told him. “Let’s move to the curtains. You’ve been postponing this since forever.”

“I can’t decide ‘em. These are the sheer ones?” He whined, opening the shade book. “Where are the heavy ones?” I handed him the other booklet.

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The house was finished. I had finally set up his photo wall, and that was the last thing left to do. He was hosting a party tonight to celebrate it as well. “Hey, wow,” He stopped looking at the wall.

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much! This feels like home now,” He sighed. “Oh, here is the final cheque,” he said giving me the envelope.

“Thank you so much,” I thanked the lord for my first payment alone. “So, this is it!”

“It’s been an incredible journey! And now, you have your first showcase tonight. Lot more clients to come!” he cheered.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity and believing I could do it.”

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The party went in full swing, and I couldn’t believe the amount of appreciation I got for his house. I felt blessed and so lucky. Harry introduced me to different people, I’d never met before but should have since they knew my ex-boyfriend. He didn’t contact me after that day, and I was getting over him. It didn’t hurt now, and I was fine.

“Ria, I didn’t invite him. I promise. But, I can’t throw him out either. It’ll be a controversy,” Harry whispered in my ear, as I saw my Ex move towards us. Harry’s hands were on my waist, and I saw his eyes focus there before he brought them up to scan me. I hated him. That was the only feeling in my heart. “Hey, man. How are you?” Harry greeted him like a kind host.

They talked, and he looked at me, “Great work, Vic.” He said like he didn’t expect it. “You could design our house like this as well. I would’ve known your potential as well.”

I hated dated this guy for five years for him to say this. “I think, it was Harry’s encouragement and support that I brought my true potential out - which obviously, ‘our’ house never had.”

“When she gets on your nerves, and you’re bored of fucking her, we’ll talk-” He told Harry, ignoring me as my face reduced with his comment.

“Oh no, I think it’s just you who has to fuck his way through to get work. She just did it with her talent,” Harry gave his classic smile and then, stare. My Ex rolled his eyes and walked off. “Are you okay?” He said, holding my face. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“Yep, I know. Thank you for sticking by me,” I smiled.

“Let’s go meet more people!” He pulled my hand and took me inside the hall.

After a few months...

“Hey!” I answered Harry’s call. We had been talking quite often, and I was hinting flirtation at most times.

“So, you know I sold my L.A. house,” he told me. “And, I don’t know if you take international clients or not, but I bought an apartment in NYC and, it’s just not me. When can you schedule mine in?”

“Next week, since you have been pestering my assistant for months!”

“Oh yeah, that was me. I will see you next week. You might have to travel with me though, I’m touring.”

“I don’t think I can work in such conditions, Mr Styles,” I teased. “And, it’ll be weird. I mean, your Interior Designer is accompanying you on tour. So random!”

“Yes, it won’t be so weird if you let me take you on that date you’ve been postponing. Then, it’ll be my girlfriend touring with me and designing our house!”

“Did you just say our house?”

“I did, huh, didn’t I?” he laughed.

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