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huntertales · 7 years ago

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Part Four: Goodbye Hollywood, See Ya Never. (The French Mistake S06E15)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader find themselves in an alternate reality where everyone believes they are actors who star in the show, “Supernatural” about two brothers and their best friend who hunt monsters. Things only grow worse when the relationships between old enemies and friends become distorted in ways unimaginable. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,811.

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*Y/F/N = Your “French Mistake” First Name *Y/F/L/N = Your “French Mistake” Last Name

You and the boys managed to find the crime scene without any help from Genevieve or Nate, who looked at all of you like a bunch of psychos for wanting to know where your good friend and costar, Misha, was murdered just an hour ago. The poor bastard was found in the back of an alley with his throat slit clean. Lucky for you, a homeless man claimed to have witnessed everything. You passed by Misha's dead body that remained on the ground, covered in a white sheet after the police took what photos they would need. But they couldn’t cover up the blood stain from his slit throat that was still slowly gushing away. You had to admit, even though he was annoying, you felt bad for having the man’s life cut short like this.

“Yeah, yeah. Raphael. Like the ninja turtle. He was calling someone named Raphael in heaven. The scary man killed the attractive crying man. And then he started to pray.” You and the boys spotted the homeless man who witnessed the murder give a statement to a detective. The three of you decided to ask him to repeat his story. But it seemed no matter where you went, people always were afraid to admit what they saw. “And the strange part...after a while, I swear I heard this voice answering.”

“What it’d say?” You asked the man in a serious voice. You gave him your full attention, giving him no indication you were going to laugh in his face like the detective had. He had doubts you and the boys were going to believe anything else that came out of his mouth.

“You know, it didn’t make any sense.” The man mumbled. You gave him a smile, telling him to try you. All of you heard a lot of crazy stuff over the past twenty four hours. What he was about to say probably would be the only thing you would be able to understand since landing in this mixed up universe. “The voice said for Virgil to return tomorrow at the place where he crossed over at the the time of the crossing. And Raphael would reach through the window and take him and the key home.”

You knew exactly what to make of what the man just said, and none of it left a good feeling in your stomach. You put on a smile for his cooperation and shoved a hand inside your pocket, pulling out some money for him. You pulled out what looked like a fifty in Canadian dollars and thanked him for his help. As he walked away, your smile slowly began to disappear and a sigh of frustration fell from your mouth. You should have known that goon was sent over by Raphael, the pain in your ass that was hellbent on kick starting the apocalypse all over again. No matter how many times you tried to put out the fire, he kept igniting it back up.

“Guys, if Virgil gets back with that key, Cas is dead and our world is toast.” Sam said. He tried painting you a picture of the grim reality of the consequences that would happen if none of you put a stop to this. You didn’t need to be told twice to go after Virgil and kick his ass.

"Well, then we stop him. I mean, how bad can an angel with no wings be?" Dean asked. You and the boys thought Virgil was just a plain old Joe like the rest of you. You thought that he was going to be an easy target to take down. And he might have been. But you forgot what humans will do in order to make themselves the most powerful one around.

+ + +

You and the boys headed back to the studio after getting some helpful insight from the homeless guy that was now fifty bucks richer. It was a waiting game now for what was to come. You sat yourself down on the ratty old couch that you spent so many days before in another universe, discussing conversations about hunts or the end of the world that you tried to stop. Now it was just a prop, useless like the rest of the junk in this place. The three of you were silent for a little while since you arrived, trying to keep out for anything that might tip off Virgil’s whereabouts. If he wanted to leave with the key, he’d have to come back here. You looked down at your hand to see you were still wearing the ring that was supposed to belong to Y/F/N, a woman you were pretending to be over the past twenty four hours since you were thrown into this disaster. She was the well-established actress that played you, with two parents and engaged to the man that you thought was your good friend from back home. While it might have looked like a perfect life for you to stay and enjoy, it was far from it.

Back in your own world, you were happily romantically involved with Dean and best friends with his little brother. The three of you were your own dysfunctional, yet loving family. I In this universe you were once engaged until things turned sour. None of you talked, none of you were close—or even friends for that matter. You’d rather be in your own universe that was nameless to the people around you, with your real family that loved and talked, even bickered with half the time. And nothing was more rewarding than being a hunter than playing one on TV. “You know that if we drop Virgil, get the key, then this might be it.” Dean’s voice broke your concentration on the diamond ring that shined underneath the studio lights. You looked up at him to hear what he had to say. “We might be stuck here.” “No, we'll figure out a way back.” Sam said, staying positive the outcome of the situation ending up with all of you home again. “Yeah, you wouldn't be that broken up if we didn't, though.” Dean said. You furrowed your brow and told him not to be stupid. He was thinking of the silver lining of this situation you were choosing to ignore. “Well, I'm just saying. No hell below us, above us only sky.” “Dean,” You spoke up, reminding him of a life and things that money couldn't buy. Nothing could touch what you had back at home that was worth everything here, cheesy as it sounded to you. But it was true. “Our friends are back there.” “Yeah, but here, you two got a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were two and Sammy was six months old.” Dean argues you his points of to stay. “You got to admit, being a bazillionaire, married to Ruby, the whole package. It's no contest.” “Yeah. It’s pretty fun. But there’s something I don’t have here that I do back at home.” You reminded the older Winchester about the benefits of going back home. You pushed yourself up to your feet and headed over to him. As your lips stretched into a smile, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a simple kiss to show what you meant. “That’s you, knucklehead. Screw everything. We don’t mean the same thing here. I mean, you two aren’t even brothers. The worst tragedy is that Sammy and I aren’t even besties.” Sam let out a quiet chuckle from your odd choice of words, “Besties?” “That’s right, Sasquatch. I said besties. You got a problem with that?” You looked over at Sam when you questioned his tone of voice with an arched brow. He shook his head and smiled. “Now, you two idiots want to get back to where we belong or spend another day attempting to act?” “Yeah, no. Let's get our crazy show back home.” Dean muttered. He settled his hands on your waist for a moment when you forced him to relive the agonizing catastrophe that was from earlier today. You smiled when he suddenly became eager to get this plan in motion. You were about to open your mouth and say something, but you suddenly found yourself stricken silent by the sound of an echoing noise that was all too familiar. “Call me crazy, but was that a gunshot?”

You and the boys investigated the noise to see it was just that. Two dead bodies from fatal gunshot wounds and several casualties left to bleed out. You caught sight of Virgil who was back with a vengeance. He might be an angel without wings, but he knew the next best thing. Before anyone else could get hurt, the three of you made a plan to take Virgil down once and for all. He took three more shots before you jumped out of nowhere.

"Hey!" You shouted on the top of your lungs. You waved your arms in the air in attempt to get his attention. Your lips stretched into a smirk when you saw him standing there with what looked like an empty shotgun and nothing more than a pistol. The way he was shooting off with the rounds, he'd be out soon. "Come get me you—"

Before you could finish your taunting, Virgil quickly turned around where he stood and brought up the pistol to where you stood and shot off another round. You managed to get out of the way just in time before the bullet landed in your head instead of the glass. Before he could try again, Dean came out of nowhere, tackling Virgil, the both of them falling against a wobbly wall and into another set that looked like a motel room. Dean wasted no time in throwing punches and trying to keep Virgil down for long as he could until you and Sam came barging into the room.

The boys went after Virgil to make it an unfair fight of two against one. You searched every pocket that you could on the man, from his pants to the jacket, but you barely coming up with anything. While you mentally cursed at how much room you were working with, you found success when you felt something cold brush against your fingers. Your lips stretched into a victorious smile when you yanked out the key Balthazar gave you to hold onto.

"Guys!" You pushed yourself up to your feet and held up the key. "I got it."

When the boys got done with Virgil, you could tell from just one glance that he wasn’t going to be bothering anyone for a while. You were about to reach out your foot to kick him lightly to see if he was even still alive. But you found your attention lingering to the chaos that was about to unravel. You felt the ground beneath you and everything around you begin to shake. You had a feeling this was the place where Virgil was supposed to be, where he crossed over and pulled back into your universe. The person who made the promise was an enemy you really didn’t want to see after all you went through here.

You warned for the boys to run when you looked over your shoulder and saw a familiar sigil suddenly appear on the window. No matter how fast you thought you were, Raphael would always be stronger. You took one lunging step forward before you felt yourself being yanked backwards by an invisible force and straight into the glass window. Unlike the first time, you weren't as lucky to get a cushioned fall. You landed face first on the pavement littered with pieces of broken glass and wood.

You didn’t know which one hurt more, the shards of glass digging into your palm or the aching pain in your body from being thrown around like a ragdoll. You managed to gather enough energy to reach out a hand and slowly push yourself up to more of a kneeling position. When you looked up, you expected to be greeted by the sight of Raphael, whose personal choice of vessel were more of the male variety. But you were greeted with a little change.

"You three," Raphael approached you and the boys with a calm stride. You pushed yourself up to your feet and eyed him carefully, wondering if he was going to try and pull anything. "Have the strangest luck."

“Raphael. I have to say, nice meatsuit.” You complimented the archangel on his choice of female he picked out. Flattery was the sincerest form of kindness, Raphael didn’t crack a smile.

All of a sudden you felt yourself in agonizing pain from the simple clench of Raphael's fist. You felt your knees buckle underneath you as your hands pressed themselves against your stomach. Raphael showed no remorse when he demanded to know where the key was. He found it on his own when he saw it on the ground just a few inches from where he stood. So much trouble for one little key. While the archangel believed that it was the answer to solve all his problems, it turned out it wasn’t that significant, after all.

“And that will open you a locker at the Albany bus station.” You felt the pain vanish quickly as it came from a familiar accent you heard from earlier tonight. It was Balthazar, here to collect what you had tried so hard to keep onto. You pushed yourself up to your feet when you heard what that damn key was all about. "You see, I needed a modest decoy to make it more convincing.

“Give me the weapons.” Raphael demanded.

“Sorry, darling. They’re gone.” Balthazar said. It seemed the archangel wasn’t very pleased to hear the news from the tone of his voice. And you weren't either from the brilliant plan Balthazar had up his sleeve. “I said, too bloody late. You see, they were so well hidden that I needed time to find them. So I volunteered Y/N and her two marmosets for a game of fetch with Virgil. You three were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’ve made your last mistake.” Raphael said. He was growing tired of the games an angel beneath him in power and strength was trying to play. You swallowed slightly from the snarky remark Balthazar used to reply.

“I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, honey.”

Raphael didn’t like the pet names he was hearing. He began walking towards the angel, ready to lay down the law and get what he wanted. But before he could lay a single finger on any of you, a familiar voice you knew well rang out. “Step away from him Raphael.” Cas warned. You looked to see it was the angel himself. “I have the weapons now. The power is with me. If you don’t want to die tonight, back off.”

It seemed Raphael knew when to listen. You blinked, and just like that, he was gone from your sight. You didn't have a good feeling about any of what just unravel. But to Balthazar and Cas, it was a successful night. “Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it.” The parting words by Balthazar were for his fellow brother, who had done just about everything to get what he wanted for a fight neither you or the boys understood.

"Cas, what the hell?" You had your questions when you saw the angel walk up to you after Balthazar vanished into thin air. Your head felt like it was still spinning from everything that was going on. But before you could pester him, you noticed your surroundings changed. Cas transported you and the boys back to Bobby's house with the broken window and the storm brewing outside. All as what it was, like no time had passed. You were quick to catch Cas when you started to make sense of this situation. “You were in on this, weren't you? Using us as diversion?”

“It was Balthazar’s plan.” The angel explained his reasoning. You scoffed at his pathetic excuse that sounded anything but stupid and risky on your part alone. “I would have done the same thing.”

“That’s not comforting, Cas.” Dean said.

“When will I be able to make you understand? If I lose against Raphael, we all lose everything.” Cas told you the same line that you’ve been hearing for months now.

“Yeah, Cas, we know the stakes.” You reminded the angel. “That’s all about you’ve told us.”

“I’m sorry about all of this.” Cas apologized. You noticed that his gaze was in your direction, but he avoided any sort of eye contact with you. “I’ll explain when I can.”

You had a feeling that's all you were going to get from Cas. You let out a sigh of frustration when he disappeared from your sight, leaving you and the boys alone with more questions and no answers. Dean rolled his eyes and muttered about freaking angels. They were no good. Dean wiped his hands with his face from the troublesome past few days as you inspected the damage you were going to have to explain to Bobby when he got back. Sam found himself walking across the room and to the doorway. Your head quickly snapped in his direction when you heard him whack the wall a few times.

“Solid. It’s real.” Sam clarified. “Nice.”

“Yeah. Real, moldy, termite-eaten home, sweet home. Chock full of crap that wanna skin you. Oh,” Dean couldn’t forget the most glamorous detail that was the least exciting part of being back in your own universe. “We’re broke again.”

"True. But...at least we're talking.” You reminded the older Winchester one detail that the most important one of all. Dean didn’t find it amusing as you did. He turned his head slightly to roll his eyes as his lips stretched into a smile from your sarcastic remark. “Now, wipe that smirk off your face and find a tarp or something. Bobby’s gonna be home soon.”

+ + +

Josh didn’t know the last time since he laughed, let alone, smiled. He was hunched over in his office chair with his laptop open to at least six different browsers and a dozen or so dusty books crowded around his wooden desk that was a hand-me down from his grandmother. He smiled slightly as he sank his teeth down harder against his thumb, half listening to the story you were telling over the past few minutes. It had been months since the last time that he'd seen you, and three weeks since he'd gotten a phone call. You told him that you'd been busy, so had he.

You and him had a very peculiar friendship over the past decade and a half. He knew you since you were a freshman in high school and next door neighbors after his parents died tragically in a car accident. You helped him through one of the worst times in his life by sharing a bit of your past. The both of you had grown closer by sharing a liking to things most people their age found nerdy and tried your hardest in school. Since he was a year older than you, he would help tutor you in subjects you were struggling with a bit. On Tuesdays it was your place after school, and on Wednesdays it would be at his.

Unfortunately your friendship that had been growing for a few years was cut short when Josh graduated early and got accepted to a college halfway across the country. He broke the news to you on the front porch of his house when you knocked on his door. Your friends had been teasing you for weeks to ask him out. And with the winter formal not too far away, you gathered all the courage you had to ask him to do it. He’d been trying since the beginning of the school year to tell you the news of his departure.

Your friendship was before the social media days, nobody had Twitter or Facebook to drop a message. If you lost someone's number, email or home address, you lost them forever. Josh focused on college and strived for almost eight years to do what he wanted, and that was to become a professor. There was something about shaping the minds of tomorrow. He came from a family of educators and army vets. It was either go to college or sign up for the Marines like his father and father before him, and so on. Josh chose education.

His path was paved by his loving mother. He remembered the way she would go on about the subject she taught. Josh was always fascinated with helping people and teaching to the future of tomorrow. He knew the process was long and tedious, but it was what he wanted. Everything was going well...until 2006. Josh hazily remembered the time he was possessed. It happened one day out of the blue while he was on campus, studying like he had been for the past eight tedious years. His entire future was right in front of him—and just like that, it was gone.

He was upset to see all of his scholarships and money from his parents' insurance go to waste after his sudden absence caused him to fail for the year. But Josh found comfort in how his life ended up. All though he had a Masters in teaching and qualified for a job, he didn't want to after he got a taste for the supernatural. He got himself a comfortable apartment just fifteen minutes from where his grandparents lived and worked at a respectable bookstore that covered all his basic necessities. And then some. He reached out a hand to touch the rare book that he wasn’t supposed to even have. His boss was on vacation for a week, she’d never know it was gone.

“That’s honestly...hilarious, and yet sort of creepy.” Josh admitted. He forced himself to smile at what you told him, acting as if you were standing right in front of him when you told him about the alternative universe where you landed yourself in where you and him were actors, engaged to be married. He grimaced even at the thought of being romantically involved with you. “Well, I’m glad you guys are back safe and sound. Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

"I highly doubt that. Trouble follows us around like a magnet. And then some." You said. You let out a sigh from other end of the line. You were silent for a moment, letting this be the opportunity where he would say to come back in one piece. Josh found himself staring at a picture of his grandparents. Happy, healthy. "Josh? You still there?"

“What—Yeah, yeah.” Josh muttered underneath his breath. He stood straight up in his seat and looked over to the laptop screen when it suddenly went black from the lack of attention. He swiped a finger over the mousepad, bringing life back to the machine. “I’ve just got...a lot on my plate right now. It’s making me a little out of my mind.”

"Are things okay with you?" Your voice changed into concern from what you heard, forgetting all about the story you had called up to tell him. "Are your grandparents all right?"

"They're fine. Don't worry about them, Y/N." Josh lied right through his teeth. He didn't have the heart to tell you about how his grandmother was in hopsic, his grandfather right on his way. It came with old age, but they were his only real family left. So were you. And he was doing a lot of stupid things to keep the people he cared for safe. "Look, I'll let you go. You have a window to fix, right?"

You sounded uneasy letting him go, but he felt relief when the dial tone came after you mumbled a goodbye. Josh dropped his cell phone to the desk and covered his face in his hands. He thought his life turned upside down when he learned about the monsters he watched in black and white horror movies and in novels he read over the covers as a child were real. But that was just a mild taste to what he'd been going through over the past year and a half since you returned back from the dead. Again. Angels, demons—purgatory, None of it made sense when they told him about it. The only thing that caught his attention was the word deal.

Josh dropped his hands back down to the desk and turned his gaze to the laptop screen that displayed information about demons and souls. It told him the process of how one turned into it and creatures that were half demon, but they didn’t tell him a damn thing about how to make one human.

"All play and no work makes Josh a useless boy." Josh flinched at the sound of that arrogant, egotistical accent fill his apartment. He didn't need to turn his head to know that he was here for his check up. He came out of random, the king didn't need a request to pop out of thin air. Josh did it anyway. He was surprised to see that Crowley wasn't alone. Castiel never made an appearance, unless it was more an emergency. "Time's ticking. And I'm not talking about pops."

"I've spent months looking into every dusty book you gave me and countless hours researching for something that doesn't exist." Josh said. He hastily pushed himself up to his feet, his chair falling to the ground. The demon and angel didn’t flinch. "What the hell am I looking for, exactly?”

"Where you can shove that attitude of yours, mate." Crowley threatened the younger man. Josh decided to play with his odds tonight from the glare he threw at the demon.

“I have an idea of how to solve this problem. It requires one more step. I need a spell in order to make this plan work properly in our favor. It’s heavy black magic that can be found in a book. But it's been lost for centuries. I know from a friend that it's somewhere here in the states. That should help start your search.” Castiel spoke up, stopping the demon from killing the only human they had working up front for them. He wasn't ideal, but Josh was smart and he had a connection to you like the Winchesters had. Which meant he was easy to manipulate into doing whatever they needed. "If you can locate it, I think we have a chance to putting a stop to this once and for all."

"So it could be anywhere in this freaking country? Is that what you’re telling me?” Josh demanded to know from the questions he was throwing to the two creatures. Crowley raises a brow from the tone of voice being used against him. “You can freaking teleport. Hell, why not go to the Winchesters and ask for help?”

"Because those mongols think I’m dead. And we’re going to keep it that way. Besides, they’re working on a side project for us at the moment. And unlike you, we've got prior commitments that demand our full attention." Crowley reminded the man. "I've got Hell to run and Cas here is busy fighting a war in Heaven. It's very tedious work. Why do you think we came to you in the first place?"

Josh could feel his jaw tighten in frustration from the way he was being spoken to. Much as he would love to see the two of these bastards get what they deserved, you and his grandparents were more important to him than anything. "If I do this...You promise me this won't count against me? You'll make sure they're okay?"

“I can only promise if you do as we say and not speak a word of this to anyone else.” Cas said. “Find the spell and we’ll tell you what to do next. If you do, we can get Y/N back to normal. And we can extend your grandparents lives for a little while longer. But that’s only if you help us.”

Josh’s gaze fell to the ground, feeling ashamed at what he was being dragged further into. It sounded nice to say, but he knew it was a lie. He was a willing participant in this mess. Because he was too far in to get out, afraid of what would happen if he said no. Because, most important of all, he wanted you away from this lifestyle for good and miles from those Winchesters. “Fine. Give me a place to start. I’ll leave in an hour.”

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Season 3 of Disenchantment carries on the story of the intrepid, although complicated, Princess Bean and her two besties, Luci and Elfo, after they all accidentally gatecrash an underground cavern populated by mole-people (Trøgs). Also, her mother, Queen Dagmar, whom she had believed to be dead all along, and for the second time, makes her cliffhanger appearance with panache.

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Things get a lot more confusing for Bean, both on the parental front — with King Zøg allegedly "descending into madness" and Dagmar continuing on with her inscrutable scheming — as well as on the romantic front, as the young princess falls in love for the first time, with a mermaid named Mora. The other characters have their own adventures on the side, of course, but not everything they do is sensible (or nice).

10 Derek — Invents His Own Constitution

Bonny Prince Derek is now the King of Dreamland, but he certainly doesn't act like it. Odval and the Archdruidess decide to take advantage of his innocence and immaturity like they had earlier when convincing him to sentence his own sister to death.

They give him a list of laws and edicts to read out to the court, but when Merkimer the Pig goads him into it, Derek starts randomly inventing rules out of thin air. Strangely, his version of the kingdom is strikingly liberal and democratic, but there's no way it's going to work in that world.

9 Sorcerio — His Silly Winking

Sorcerio, the royal court wizard, is not the most annoying character in the story, but his persistent rejection of Odval's basic instruction borders on the tiresome.

His partner informs him that there is no reason to say the word "wink" while performing the action at the same time, mostly because it pretty much reveals that they have been plotting something (to any eavesdropping stranger.) Sorcerio doesn't understand this (or pretends not to), much to Odval's chagrin.

8 Odval — Tries To Assassinate Zøg

Odval, on the other hand, is actually scheming to murder King Zøg in his sleep, but they opt to wait until he dies from his attack (an accidental one caused by Bean). Zøg mistakenly comes to know of the plan and makes a deal with the loyal Pendergast to smuggle him out of the castle and to safety.

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Unfortunately, this ploy is uncovered, and Zøg finds that his knight has been beheaded for this "crime" and that he is going to be buried alive. The Archdruidess is directly involved in this, but Odval's role is speculated.

7 Bunty — Has A Sleepover In Bean's Bed

Bunty clearly has some deep-rooted rage problems, likely derived from the horrible manner in which she is treated by the royal household (and everyone else).

It seems that she takes it out on her employers in the form of passive-aggressive behavior, such as when Bunty happily brings her kids so they can all sleep in Princess Bean's bed. This would have been understandable, had Little Bunty, her smallest child, not revealed that she had been "conceived in this bed," which is a gross violation of trust.

6 Oona — Leaves Bean To Deal With Things

Oona, the Pirate Queen, attends her son's wedding to a fairy named Sagatha, but realizes that she's needed longer because of her ex-husband's mental capacity and the assassination attempt instigated by the Archdruidess in broad daylight.

She helps Bean come to terms with several of her emotions, mostly by letting her have a psychedelic trip on some sort of hallucinogenic substance. However, when things start to get dicey, Oona tells her step-daughter that she has to go be a pirate again.

5 Luci — Tricks Zøg With A Stray Cat

Bean requests Luci to remain behind with her father, while she and Elfo travel to Steamland, and he grudgingly accepts this task. Sadly for him, the king treats him like a pet cat, which is horribly humiliating for the little demon.

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What's worse is when Zøg plants a ruff around his neck and takes him for a walk through the town. However bad it might have been, it was terrible of Luci to swap places with a talking cat. Given the man's condition, he should have at least tried to be more responsible.

4 Zøg — Can't Stop Thinking/Talking About Food

To be fair, King Zøg's mind is far too scattered to do anything really awful this season, but his psychological state does result in some bizarre outcomes. For instance, he starts randomly bursting into honks and other strange sounds, which is justifiable after his underground stint in a coffin.

But then he constantly brings up food items at the strangest of times, as shown when he asks Oona if this or that dish would be available in the kitchens. This continues even when the scenario has turned deadly serious.

3 Elfo — He Uses Trixy

Trixy the Trøg exhibits an eerie level of affection for Elfo, but the elf is all for it in the beginning. Sure, she does come off a bit too strong at times, making her new lover nervous, but she's a genuinely kind character. For example, she helps them break out of prison and escape from Queen Dagmar.

What does Elfo do? Completely forget about Trixy, until she finds him again later. At this point, he is happy to go along with her ideas, implying that he thinks of her as nothing more than a means to an end.

2 Dagmar — Tries To Arrange Bean's Marriage (?)

Dagmar has done a lot of atrocious things in her life, from trying to literally petrify her husband with an elaborate magic potion to tricking her daughter into fulfilling some ancient prophecy. Thankfully, she disappears for a large chunk of the mid-season, but when she returns at the climax, it is to abduct Bean and drag her all the way down to what looks like the bowels of Hell.

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Here, her daughter sees a silhouetted man standing at an altar, and Dagmar announces that "the bride has arrived," which suggests that she wants to marry Bean off to him (consensually or otherwise.)

1 Bean — Abandons Her Father To A Mysterious Fate

Bean comprehends the difficulty that Dreamland is in and hesitantly concludes that it would be best for her to take the throne (when Elfo reminds her that she has been doing her father's job the whole time without realizing it). Still, instead of making sure that Zøg is taken care of properly, she ships him off somewhere with Chazzzzz of Dankmire.

She may have believed that he would ensure her dad's well-being, but he brings the ex-king to a supremely creepy looking asylum.

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