#ch: missile the pomeranian

[lesbiannova]

Barkley (Cassette Beasts) 🤝 Missile (Ghost Trick):

Top Pomeranians with similar coat colours and undying loyalty to their human partners and are playable characters.

[simcardiac-arrested]

(4/i forgor where i left off on the last one which is oddly fitting. anyways. <has the brain capacity of a goldfish cracker) anyways. so. you. ass up dead ghost man. must figure out your identity. before the sun rises and you pull a warrior cats ghost after getting slammed a few too many times and dissapear forever. so says the magic desk lamp. also the DEMO is free. the FULL GAME. is like 30 bucks usd which i dont know how much that is in your currency because conversion rates are ass but you get the picture. anyways. so its just you. whatever fuckos keep dying (in ch 1 and 2 thats a very cool orange haired lady named lynne and shes great. youre gonna love her. and missile. the dog. yes. yes like the weapon. theyre a pomeranian and the bestest dog to have ever existed on any video game.) there are. other characters i shant say for spoilers or the fact they didnt directly get blasted with the spell of fuck you and die. . did i mention the dog can talk ? yeah the pomeranian can talk. get used to it. also side note the music is very nice because i am running out of 'there are no spoilers and theres BARELY spoilers for the demo' material here but the music is SO damn nice. if you dont do anything else just. go listen to the ost. anyways thats all i can think of right now if i think of anything else i will return. basically. Go Play Ghost Trick

omg yessss the music … from what i’ve heard it’s really good. AND NO WAY TALKING DOG ……

[siverwrites]

Nightmares

A New Present Ch.5

Have had this sitting nearly finished for a while now oops. Lynne, Kamila and a bit of Jowd.

Lynne bolted upright at a scream. Kamila. She shot out of bed and stumbled down the small hall to the extra bedroom. The door was open and she fumbled for the light switch. Kamila sat in her bed, blanket clutched, eyes wide and tears streaming down her face. Missile sat beside her and nudged at her, but she wasn’t paying him any attention.

“Kamila, what’s wrong?” Lynne asked, stunned.

Kamila only let out a sob. Lynne sat on the edge of her bed and reached out to hold her shoulder. She was trembling.

“Nightmare?”

Nod.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Kamila’s lip wobbled and a fresh wave of tears flowed. Lynne bit her lip. Not the reaction she was hoping for. She pulled the girl into a hug. Kamila clung to her.

“You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

“S-so… so dark, so sc-sc…” Kamila’s voice cracked and she buried her face in Lynne’s shoulder.

Lynne rubbed her back soothingly. “You’re safe, I promise.” Kamila only continued to cry into her shirt. What else could she say? Kamila was trembling against her. She’d never seen her so scared. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Kamila choked out.

“Aw sweetie, you’re not alone I promise. I’m here. Missile’s here.” At that Missile gave a small bark and wagged his tail furiously. “And your mom and dad are at home.” She blinked when Kamila let loose another sob. Had she said the wrong thing? She bit her lip. Now what?

Maybe he would be better at this. It was late, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t mind in the slightest for this. “Do you want to call your dad?”

Kamila nodded against her and pulled away. She followed close behind Lynne to the phone and stood near, staring at the floor and wringing her hands.

Lynne glanced at the clock with a wince. It really was late, getting closer to being early, but she was at a loss. She dialed the number.

Less rings than she expected passed by before Jowd’s voice, gruff with sleepiness came over the line.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Lynne. I’m really sorry to wake you.”

A note of urgency crept into Jowd’s voice. “What’s wrong? Is Kamila all right?”

“Ah yeah, yeah, yeah! But, she had a bad nightmare and is really upset. She wanted to talk to you.”

“I see. Put her on.”

Lynne passed the phone to Kamila and stepped back.

“Dad?” A pause. “Yeah… I’m scared, dad… yeah… w-what about m-m-mom? D-dad?” There was a much longer pause and Lynne was about to say something. Did the line die? Then Kamila nodded. “O-okay… Um… I…” Her next words came out in a rush. “I don’t want to go to the beach next week. Please can I stay?”

Lynne gave her a startled look. She knew she’d been excited for it. Now she sounded terrified at the prospect.

“I know, but I-I… it was so dark, dark and cold and we were trapped under, under the water and there was… under the water, I don’t want to…” She took a deep breath and whispered, “There was something in the dark…” Another pause and Lynne shifted uncomfortably feeling a chill at those words. Why did it feel like there was something vaguely familiar about that? She rubbed her eyes. Just late and sleepy. That had to be all.

“Thank you…” Kamila continued. She looked at Lynne. “Yeah I do. Okay… Yeah. Okay… good night dad. Love you.” She held out the phone to Lynne. “Dad wants to talk to you.”

Lynne pulled herself together and took the phone. “Hi.”

“Thank you for calling, Lynne.”

“Honestly I didn’t know what to do anyway.”

“She still wants to stay with you tomorrow. Is that all right?”

“Of course!” She gave Kamila a quick glance. Kamila perched on the couch waiting. “Is she okay?”

Jowd sounded more serious. “Yes. Call me again if anything happens.”

“Yes sir.”

There was a pause and she thought she heard him sigh, then, “And are you all right, Lynne?”

“I’m okay!” she said, suppressing a yawn. Of course she was. It was nothing, nothing she’d be able to put words to anyway.

“Good,” he replied softly enough that she almost wondered if he meant her to hear it. “Good night, Lynne.”

Lynne hung up and turned back to Kamila. Before she could say anything Kamila spoke up. “Can we stay out here a little longer? Please?”

Lynne dropped onto the couch beside her. “Sure.”

Kamila toyed with the edges of her sleeve, opened her mouth then closed it.

“What’s wrong?” Lynne prompted.

“Um… do you… do you ever? Ah… I dreamt you were there too. At least… I think so. We were together, but trapped.”

“It was just a dream. Dreams are weird, right?” Just a dream, just a dream.

“Yeah…” But Kamila sounded uncertain. Lynne chewed her lip. She wasn’t exactly feeling certain herself either, but she couldn’t think why.

“But… it felt so real. I can still remember it… well sort of. We were in a dark room and there was water and we couldn’t get out.” She moved her hands as though trying to form a shape out of air. “There was a shape in the dark and…” Kamila’s brow furrowed.

Again Lynne had to suppress a shiver. “It’s late, but do you want to watch something for a bit before we try sleeping again?” Kamila had seemed to calm down a bit, but Lynne felt on edge. If she went to bed now, she felt like she’d be joining in the land of nightmares if she could sleep at all.

Kamila gave a fervent nod and snuggled into the couch. Lynne fetched one of her blankets and tossed it over the pair of them after putting a movie in.

They lasted for part of the film, but the next morning found them in a sleepy tangle of couch, blanket and pomeranian after a more restful and peaceful half of the night.

The next day and night passed without incident and Lynne tried to put it all out of her mind hoping that would be the end of it.

Just a dream. Just a dream.

[siverwrites]

Test

What are good titles again? Anyway, have had this sitting for a while so finally just releasing it

What got A New Present started but didn’t end up coming in ‘til ch.3, oops. Came from a prompt I randomly generated for myself that gave me Kamila, Cabanela and shame and I didn't feel like doing anything very heavy with it.

But, also, Cabanela, stop invading every chapter geez. I have a thing with Lynne, Kamila and Jowd I still need to finish.

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Cabanela was trapped and felt a bit vague on how he let himself get into this situation. The cat was curled up near his head on the sofa back - though not too near, never too near, Cabanela had come to notice. Missile was parked on his lap in a tight ball, his tail occasionally tapping against his leg. He meant to be babysitting Kamila until late evening. Somehow that turned into pet sitting as well. Lynne was out of town and so the Jowd family were taking care of Missile and he let himself get roped into taking care of the whole bunch. Well, the dog and child. Sissel in true cat fashion, could be left to his own devices and seemed quite content to be so more often than not.

He was here for Kamila until late evening, but Kamila went straight to her room when she returned from school and had shut out Missile, so here he was stuck under the sleepy Pomeranian. He did harbour a small amount of concern. Kamila was quiet and seemed a bit down, but said nothing when pressed. Like father like daughter. He could only chalk it up to a bad day and left it at that.

Missile’s ears perked and he suddenly sat up tail wagging harder, front paws digging into Cabanela’s chest, back paws digging even deeper into his thighs. Cabanela awkwardly tilted his head back over the couch to see what caught Missile’s attention while trying to hold the excited dog before he vibrated a hole into him.

Kamila stood back looking awkward and worried.

“Something wrooong, kiddo?”

“Mm…” she went around the couch and flopped onto it beside Cabanela. Missile immediately flung himself at her and was rewarded with petting.  She kept her gaze fixed on the wriggling dog. “I tried really, really hard and I practiced lots, I really did. They’re gonna be mad…”

“Whoah now. What’s this all abouuut?”

“I failed a math test,” she muttered.

Cabanela bit back a smile. Was that all?

“I tried. I promise I tried. I should’ve done better. We have to make corrections and I still can’t fix it. I don’t get it! AND we have to get them signed.” She bit her lip and finished in a whisper, “I don’t want them to know.”

Hoo boy. Cabanela felt a little out of his depth here, but there was one thing he knew. “They’re not going to be mad at you. Have they ever gotten mad at you over it before?” Was Jowd capable of being angry with the girl?

She shook her head. “I’ve never done badly before…”

Ah. “Well,” Cabanela said brightly, “gettin’ your fiiirst time out of the way now’s a good start.”

Kamila looked startled and confused, “What?”

“One little test! You’ll probably forgeeet it even happened. Doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. You’re still learnin’.”

“Dad always knows what he’s doing,” she muttered.

Cabanela snorted, “Ha! Hardly and don’t tell him that either. It’ll go straight to that cuuurly mop covered thing he calls a head.”

Kamila giggled a bit and Cabanela grinned.

“What about you?” she asked hesitantly.

He waved a hand airily, “Eeeven me,” but certain things were definitely not for discussion here and now. “And your mom! If she gives you trouble ask her about eleeeventh grade chemistry. Just don’t tell her I told you.” He winked and Kamila brightened up.

“Nooow, how about that test? I can heeelp you out. No point wastin’ your whole day on it.”

Kamila hopped off the couch. “Okay!” She darted out of the living room with Missile following close behind.

When Jowd and Alma returned it was to find Cabanela and Kamila engaged in a late evening baking spree. The test lay complete, but forgotten on one end of the table obscured by ingredients and bowls. Some ills were best cured with cookies and on further investigation, elaborately decorated cupcakes.