#him @ sug: PERISH

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome back, beloved readers! Things have finally calmed down for me so it’s time to inflict this update on the world. When we last left off, BATSHIT FELINA SMASHED VICTORIA’S URN

-WHY IS IT NOT BROKEN?!?

Because it turned out there’s a cheat to repair urns, HA. In your face!

-I BROKE THAT THING FAIR AND SQUARE

Felina seriously, GO TO HELL. I freaked out thinking I’d have to either quit without saving (hadn’t saved since before SUGAR DIED) or I’d have to deal with Victoria’s missing character file. You’re not allowed anywhere near the mausoleum again! 

-THAT’S FINE, I’LL JUST TRAP MYSELF IN THIS WALL UNTIL I DIE AND THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY

Bruh. I’ve had enough of this house, between the walls of death..

..the eternal yard fire..

..and the fact everyone is afflicted with a gross cold they keep passing around despite the fact I gave them medicine-

-I, a retired Mayor, was clearly the right choice to make medicine.

Well I thought you might do something useful for once, Shajar, but joke’s on me. Point is, it’s time to gtfo..

..to our new gigantic house! Look at all our crap on the lawn, and yes, I’m referring to the sims. 

I unpaused for 1 second to check something and Barf and Failina (Barflina?) have re-become enemies?? Did you stop being enemies at some point because I completely missed it. 

-We did but new house, new us!

It’s done! I went all out on this house for no discernible reason, let me give you the grand tour:

First floor! Man this house is a nightmare. 

Foyer! 

Luxurious pet room!

Kitchen!

Dining room!

Gambling room Library!

And living room!

Moving on to the second floor, Cyn and Sophie/Shajar’s bedrooms I kept the basically same as in the last house. The unfinished bedroom is Sugar and Sandy’s for reasons that will be explained shortly. 

I really feel I made this house too nice for the Unions but what can you do. 

Felina and Barth’s rooms in their ~signature colors~

And Liz and Sophito’s bedroom which is clearly all Liz.

Finally, on the little rooms on the third floor are the music room that @microscotch​ decorated❤️, and a lame room where we keep all our career rewards!

The mausoleum, which is unchanged other than I moved the pet graves in it and put them under each generation..

..and this is the yard! I kept it pretty much the same except larger-

-and I added a lake! We’re all done, time to unpause and enjoy long, safe lives in our new house..

OMG WTF

-YOU CAN’T ADD A FLAMETHROWER IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOUNTAIN, MORON -EVERYONE KNOWS WATER CATCHES FIRE 

BRO. When I tell you guys the entire family almost perished in a FOUNTAIN FIRE. Incredibly fitting cause of death. Thankfully the firefighter heroically saved us and all is well! Now I can’t wait to play a billion sims and pets on this gigantic cc-filled lot with no further problems whatsoever!

Alright then! I had a feeling it might come to this, Sugar take Sandy and gtfo.

-I will but be warned, our absence won’t solve anything! 

Ya, it sure DIDN’T. GROSS. Finally I turned off shaders and it went away, ok Sug, you and Sandy can move back in..

..and we can begin the ENDLESS task of getting all the skill points you lost to zombiehood back. And once you’re back at the top of your career and Sandy tops hers you are OUTTA HERE, you hear me???

-Ya ya, how many times are you gonna kick me out and move me back in? Admit it already, you LOVE ME. 

Ok ‘love’ is a strong word-

-YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT ME.

LET’S MOVE ON

It’s our first night in the new house and this is how Sophie and Shajar sleep. 

-Close enough for me. -I’d like another wall between us, actually.

#itsover

-Ah, nothing like that first sip of whiskey before school!

Ya Barth, I’m a little concerned about your aspiration bar.

-Ah, nothing like the first four glasses of whiskey after shcool!

Ya ok, we’re calling the matchmaker this weekend.

Jimbo (the puppy we adopted to mate with Veronica, I don’t remember if I introduced him) grows up and he looks ICONIC

The difference between their necks LOL

It’s Sophito’s birthday and Liz’s is in a few days, so it’s time to get started on their death portraits. What a cheerful gift, Cyn! 

Family reunion! Look at everyone all together, getting along..

..even Gunther came but completely ignored the party and went straight for the ballet bar, which legit made me emo, idk if you guys remember during generation 1 how obsessed he and Daniel were with the ballet bar, awww❤️ Alright, back to the party, go on Soph, blow your candles-

OH FFS

-SCREW YOU, FAILINA, IT’S BEYOND TIME TO HAVE OUR FIRST FIGHT IN THE NEW HOUSE  -AGREED, AND I CAN THINK OF NO BETTER MOMENT THAN THE ONE RIGHT BEFORE OUR FATHER BLOWS HIS CANDLES IN FRONT OF OUR ENTIRE FAMILY

Ok are you done?? Is this over?? Let’s try the cake again, Soph-

-Sorry, it’s time for me to finally reconnect with iVan, huhu!💗 -Awww, I’m so happy for you, grandma Cyn!

-DON’T BE TOO HAPPY, FAILINA -FUCKING BRAT, I HAD MY BACK TURNED

OK YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET IT

HERE, HE’S GROWN UP. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SOPHITO 

-WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY~👻

Ya idk, Victoria, you tell me, it’s your amazing DNA at work. 

-YOU’RE AN EMBARASSMENT, BARTHOLOMEW  -Well that hurts, grandma! 

-Thankfully nothing a drink won’t fix!

Oh my- I’d like to clarify at this point that this goddamn party is still going on-

-when this simultaneous pet and human fight occurs:

It’s Jimbo vs Shinok..

..and Barflina vs human dignity.

-Oh no, babe, I can’t look! -How could this happen, we were such involved parents!!

And at the moment where Barth throws his sister through a window, the matchmaker rewards us with a genie lamp for treading the arduous path of excellence. I don’t know about you, but what I take from this is we are perfect and should never attempt to improve ourselves in any way! 

[joshkiszkasgothgf]

Made for Each Other - Josh Kiszka (FWB to Lovers)

Not gonna lie this is gonna be pretty fluffy. I’m needing sweet lol

(Some word help for this one. You’ll see me use “Sug” a couple times. That Is the shortens form of Sugar, so “Sug” is gonna be pronounced with a Sh- sound like in “sugar”)

Warnings: 18+, post show sex that’s passionate but pornographic, AFAB body parts in this but I tried to keep it sans pronouns, degrading sex nicknames and dirty talk, bareback

✨Masterlist✨

Now, is a friends with benefits relationship with the lead singer of one of the most popular rock n roll bands to grace the stage in the 21st century a good idea? Probably not. In the grand scheme of things he has an army of loyal fans willing to take up their pitchforks should they find out you hurt “their” curly haired vocalist. He’s also always in the public eye, touring the world constantly, and nose deep in a journal or book like writing is his religion.

Has saying yes to him also been the best decision you’ve ever made in your life? Most certainly yes… and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

The day he asked was a normal day. You had to run some errands and, hating to go alone, you asked Josh if he’d like to join you. He responded ‘Do you even have to ask I’ll be at your house in 10,’ and the two of you headed off shopping.

Unnaturally, Josh was quiet and bashful the entire trip. Not once did he make an innuendo clad joke or chat up every person he could. No, he stayed close to your side like a puppy, arm wrapped through yours. It was cute just how soft and sweet he was being.

It wasn’t until the two of you returned home that he finally opened up on his unusual behavior…

“Look,” he starts, rubbing at the hair in his chin, “I really do like you and I want to continue spending time with you,”

Okay you’re nervous now, but you decide to hear him out…

“…but I want to share more of myself with you and I’m just not in the right mindset for a relationship right now. Not while the band is still finding it’s footing.” Josh wraps his arms around himself, fingers splaying across his shoulder blades. He always has a way of lengthening his sentences when he’s nervous about what he’s talking about. Shifting from foot to foot, playing with his hair, he says, “Is it selfish of me to ask to enter into a friends with benefits situation? Because I need you in my life, but I don’t have the ability right now to give you the time and energy you deserve, but if I don’t have the get to be intimate with you I’m going to lose my mind.”

You stare at your friend in surprise, your jaw lax as the normally energetic man bashfully asks something you always kind of hoped he’d ask one day. Setting down the groceries on the table you turn to look at him, “How tightly were you holding that in?” You ask, teasing him a little in the hopes to calm his nerves.

It works; a playful grin pulls at his lips, “So hard I was clenching my core I was holding it in so hard.” Josh makes a silly face imitating him walking around with his core clenched, playing it up by walking around like an old man.

Your laughter fills the kitchen and the bright look that overtakes his eyes and face turns your entire nervous system to mush. Unable to help it you come over to him, cupping his face in both your hands and pull him into a kiss… Your first kiss together.

After a mind-meltingly long lip lock you’re sure took hours from your day, but really only robbed you of 5 minutes; Josh pulls back and presses his forehead to yours, hands mirroring yours and cupping your face he quietly hums out, “So is that a yes?”

With a nod, a mischievous grin, and quick jot down the hall to your bedroom the two of you christen your new step immediately, celebrating this change in your current relationship. And leaving you incredibly glad you didn’t buy anything perishable .

It’s been 3 months since then. The boys have been doing back to back dates on their Dreams in Gold tour; and you have been watering all their plants and feeding their cats (Jake seems to have a small family of them that have happily taken up residency in his garden. Much to you, Jake, and the cats’ delight.)

You and Josh agreed the two of you could continue to date around and see other people, not that you had done anything of the sort. Missing your best friend and his brothers has taken up the majority of your brain space as you work and continue living your life while the boys are off living their dreams. You chat with Josh daily, he sends you poems and song lyrics, asking for your input, sharing snippets and tidbits of their trips and telling you all about the history and the stories.

Friends with benefits in a way that neither of you had originally meant or realized. You’ve become friends whose benefits are in the form of words and time and sharing life. The sexscapades that have happened are great too, but he’s been away a lot since the two of you struck your new deal. The two of you crave each other the way a fish craves water, necessary in a way both primal and conscious.

Perhaps that’s why you’re hauling ass out of the airport to meet the boy’s manager who pulls you into a tight hug and begins filling you in on how you’re gonna surprise Josh the boys tonight. You listen intently, allowing them to lead you to the car.

The car ride to the venue is full of you and their manager chatting about the hijinks the boys have gotten themselves into. You laugh so hard that upon arrival your stomach is cramping and the two of you end up laughing hard about that which adds even more time as the two of you lay limply in your seats gathering yourselves.

It isn’t until their tour manager knocks on the driver window that you realize 15 minutes have passed and you’re late to surprising the boys Josh. The two of you snort and quickly leave the vehicle rushing inside to assume your positions.

You avoid the boys entirely, the plan being to hide you in the balcony side and surprise Josh the boys after their set. Their manager sets you up with them in the balcony seats. The show goes by spectacularly, building an energy of love and magic in the venue.

You spend most of the show with your jaw dropped, eyes wide and sparkling as you watch the man you now know you love do what he loves. Tears slip from your eyes at the realization and like a strike of fate, Josh’s eyes meet yours, even up in the balcony.

The man deserves credit for not letting it slip how surprised and excited he is to see you. Instead his eyes alight with a new kind of fire, his performance heightening further (if that’s even possible) and the crowd absolutely loves it. His eyes continue to find you. You know he knows your there and it only makes you more excited to see him.

“Can we go side stage,” you whisper to their manager (and you’re new friend), “I need to be closer.”

They smile at you endearingly, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry but not until they start the encore. I’m worried if you’re side stage Josh won’t go up to finish out the show. He’s missed you a lot.”

Your heart flips and you whip back around to watch them, eyes wide and starry as they meet his which are equally as dreamy.

He mentally calls out to you telling you to come down to him.

You don’t know why but the urge to jump from the balcony and into his arms claws it’s way into your chest and you look at their manager desperately. If you don’t get closer to him you may explode then and there…

They sigh and stand, holding their hand out for you. You take it and they lead you up the stairs and towards the employee entrance that leads backstage.

You’re practically vibrating with excitement, the halls a blur as you race with the boys’ manager through them to the stage area. Their manager pulls you into Greta’s dressing room and tells you to sit and relax while the boys finish up.

The last 15 minutes of the show seem to crawl by. You watch on one of the monitors in the green room and grin the entire time, eyes trailing Josh every time he pops up on screen. It’s not long until they’re saying goodnight and heading off stage.

Josh races off the stage the second he can, feet carrying him as quickly as they can to you, needing to hold you and make sure you’re actually there. ‘I hope it’s really who I want it to be,’ he thinks, desperate to see you, ‘please let it be who I want it to be.’

From the green room you hear a collection of hollers and “woah!”s as Josh tears through the halls to the green room. When he gets just down the hall from it he sees your boot clad feet crossed in front of you on the coffee table, your favorite concert backpack sitting on the floor next to the table.

Like an energy drink that pushes Josh faster he shoots down the hall. Soon enough he’s leaning over you and pulling you into the sweetest, most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. The hair above his lips tickles your nose and you note just how much you missed the feeling. His smell invades your senses and the smell of sweat has your brain jumping straight into the gutter.

Josh must sense your thoughts through the kiss because he smirks and pulls his lips millimeters from yours to rasp, “Where’s your head at, Sugar?” The lust has his voice deeper than usual, accent thicker with the want spilling from every ounce of his body.

You’re proud of him for holding back and not taking you right then and there in front of everyone. In fact, the only reason he pulls away at all is his mother clearing her throat from the doorway.

“Save it, kids. I haven’t even met this wonderful person you’ve been telling me about and yet I’ve already seen you making out. I’d like to take a couple steps back, if that’s alright.” She holds her hands up as if to tell you two to slow down, stepping in to grab a water bottle for each of the four boys, passing one to Josh then to each of the other boys as they walk through the door.

The next couple hours are a blur between the boys changing and packing up, rushing to the bus and taking some time for fans; it isn’t until you’re sitting in Josh’s hotel room, watching him walk around and gesture wildly as he chats your ear off that you’re actually sitting in the same room as him for the first time in months. Tears prick at your eyes, you stand and make your way to him.

With a firm grip on his shoulder and a pull you’re spinning him around into your arms. The hug is exactly what you need. It fills you with warmth and a feeling you aren’t quite sure how to name.

Josh has stopped talking completely, your action taking the breath from his lungs in the best way possible. His arms, which are still out from his last sentence, wrap around you, just as tight as your hold on him. With slow, soft force, Josh moves the two of you into a lazy sway, the both of you worn out from your long days.

Josh has always loved your ability to make him feel as comfortable in silence as you do when he’s speaking. Even when he isn’t saying anything it still feels like you’re listening to him.

His hand runs down your back, then back up and the two of you stay like that for countless minutes; absolutely absorbed with each other. Eventually you pull back and Josh cups your cheek, turning his hand to stroke it with the back of his fingers before tucking some hair behind your ear and pulling you into a kiss you can only label as romantic.

This kiss is unlike anything the two of you have ever shared. Unshared feelings pour into it from both sides and it’s like the two of you are communicating through touch alone. He leads you back to the bed, sitting you down then helping you lay so he can crawl over you.

You shimmy further up the bed and he follows you, lips still connected. Greedy hands run along the dips and curves of his body, gripping his waist then dragging your nails back up to his shoulders. Even through his shirt the feeling is enough to cause his dick to twitch in his pants.

In a blur of movement between kisses the two of you strip each other and he’s pressing into you. You’re so wet he slips right in, causing him to groan deep in his chest. “Fuck I’ve been thinking about you all tour.”

You moan at his confession, body responding positively to the words, “You’ve been on my mind nonstop,” you manage to croak out, throat thick from not speaking.

Josh sends you a devilish grin, cock dragging against your walls as he pulls his hips back, sinking slowly back into you. He continues the motion, letting the thrusts speed up until he’s fucking you like he did before he left for tour. He fucks you like he doesn’t think he’s gonna see you again, hips pistoning at that delicious speed you love.

Your moans and whimpers only egg Josh on further, and that feeling you couldn’t name earlier is back. A blooming heat in your chest, spreading through your body and heightening your pleasure as you take in the pussy drunk man thrusting into you.

He looks so good like this. Just like on stage he looks like he’s in his element, like fucking you is what he was made to do. One of his hands slide up your body to tug at your nipples the other slips down to drag over your clit, which is hard and begging for his attention.

The contact has you writhing and moaning almost unhinged. “Shhh,” Josh breathes out a laugh, leaning down to hide his face against your neck, “Not so loud, Sug. Do you want everyone to hear you being my slut?”

Your walls clench around him in response, a little whimper getting lost against his head as you turn your face to bury it against his temple. Trying very hard to keep your moans under control, Josh’s thrusts become faster trying very hard to make you lose control.

You feel him chuckle at your bodies response to his words and change in pace. “What a good pussy for me. How’s it feel, my sweet sex angel?”

In response your orgasm washes over you, walls clenching down hard on him and a fucked out moan spilling from your lips. He chokes a little, smirk slipping from his face, replaced with a look of concentration as he tries very hard not to blow his load yet.

You shake your head when you can finally speak again and lean up, lips finding his ear, “Cum for me, Joshua. You’ve been a good boy all tour long, you deserve to cum in your toy.”

A choked sob leaves him as his cock twitches once, twice, on the third the dam breaks and you feel his cum pour into you. His body twitches and shudders from the intensity of his orgasm, arms wrapping tight around you, clutching you as he shakily comes down. You hold him, scratching lightly as his scalp so as not to overstimulate him.

His head rests between your breasts and he collapses against you, body weight resting on you placing delicious pressure against your cervix from how deep he is, still filling you up. You’re sure his cum must be spilling out around his cock by now.

Eventually Josh takes a deep breath in and you know he’s ready to sit up. Your arms slip from him and he pushes up to look down at you, a sleepy, fucked out grin on his face. “I missed you so much,” he slurs, “I know you said we could see other people while we were away from each other, but I just couldn’t. It felt like cheating.”

Your heart flips and you nod along with his words, “I couldn’t either.”

The look of relief on his face simultaneously breaks your heart and fills it with joy. “Really? You waited for me, too?”

You nod again, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re the only person I’ve wanted intimately since we started this. And I mean intimately both as intimacy and sex.” Fingers still tangled in his curls, you rub strands between your fingers, the feather soft texture calming your nerves from your confession.

Josh meets your eyes, a look in his eyes that matches the feeling you couldn’t name. And that’s when it hits you…

Love.

You were in love with him and from that look… he might be in love with you too.

So, gathering your courage, you allow the same feeling to cloud your eyes and watch his features change from nervous to relieved and overjoyed. In that moment the two of you are more in tune with each other than either of you have ever been with anyone else. After a breath finally one of you breaks the silence,

“I’m ready for a relationship if you are.”

There it is. The sentence you’ve both been wanting to hear for months. Well isn’t this exciting…

✨Masterlist✨

[sweetestest-ninja]

Niles WYD

@outlawarcher (From here x)

And there was that lovely blush again. Niles took a bite of cake to try and hide his smirk, gaze roaming over Asugi’s face as he chewed. Oh, he was going to bring up hot wax now? He really was just making things worse for himself here.

“Have you ever let someone else spill hot wax on you? It feels good… Drip it from just the right height, and it only stings for a moment. It’s such a thrill.” He leaned back in his chair. “So really, I’d say it was quite a lot of fun.”

-- -- --

Asugi’s face was nearly as red as his hair now. “... Ah...” He swallowed what was in his mouth thickly, forced to avert his gaze for a moment as Niles’ words threatened to overwhelm him. “Uhhhhh... I guess it’s fair to point out now that, uh... I’m not all that experienced with... Yanno. Sex and stuff.”

He drummed his fingers anxiously. “I mean... I have, but... Nothin’ ever got too serious -- I don’t want a whole buncha baby Saizos running around before I’m ready. I’m still technically half a virgin.” No telling what he meant by half a virgin, but okay. “I thought we got into some crazy stuff, but uh... now I’m not so sure... Seems kinda weak sauce compared to... that.”

He cleared his throat. “What were we talking about, again? Is it hot in here? Are you hot???”

[randomly-a-fan]

When MJ First Encountered IT (Finale)

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As morning came, Pennywise has sensed his Sr. genre Papawise, so he got up carefully as he saw MJ snoozing on the couch sitting up. So he carefully lied her down and gave her a blanket to keep her warm. He then did something that he is going to regret a little later, he actually kissed his entrée by the forehead. 

That sort of affectionate act made him feel all groggy. However, he needed to meet with his Papawise, so he left MJ alone, what could possibly happen? it’s not like she’ll runaway, after all, she owes him for saving her life.

Down into the sewers, he met with Papawise at his clown-cave. “Well bucko, how’s Junior-wise been doing huh?” Papawise greeted. “I told you not to call me THAT.” Pennywise snapped. Then the system from the kiss made him hurl. “What happen, boy? had too many German kids again? I warned you that German food doesn’t agree with you.” Papawise chuckled with a smirk. “No... I didn’t... Actually... There’s something you should know about this human girl...” So Pennywise explained to his Papawise about MJ and how it started and possibly ended.

***

Meanwhile, Aaron was at the front of the Neibolt house. “Alright sir, we’ll have a look...” The chief said before he signals the squad to check the house. In the Neibolt House, MJ was laying peacefully on the sofa, she felt safe with Pennywise... Not a good sign. That is until she heard the pitter-patter. “Penny?” MJ said in confusion. The squad saw the girl and carried her outside. “Wait, what are you doing? Let me go!” MJ begged. She was going to scream until she saw her dad with happy tears. “Dad!” MJ cried. “Makayla! Thank goodness.” Aaron said as he hugged his daughter tight. “ALRIGHT GENTALMEN LET’S MOVE,” The Chief called out.

Meanwhile in the sewer, Pennywise and Papawise were going up on the well so Papawise can get a glance at her. “So you really think she’s the one, huh?” Papawise asked, to be double sure. “Sure I’m sure, I told you before, she doesn’t want to leave me, so it makes sense that she looks into my deadlights, so she can gain some immortality and become my forever mate.” Pennywise expressed. “I don’t want to feast on her fears anymore... She’s sweet as honey... Thanks to her phobia of bees.” Pennywise added with a wink. Papawise laughed with a gurgle sound. “I’ll bet she refuses and runs off, let’s say... five months doing one’s hunt?” Papawise offered. “Deal!” Pennywise said as he shook his hand. 

Papawise’s handshake was awkward, he raised his arm high and goes Wah-Hah, Wah-Hah, Wah-Hah, “Okay okay, stop that, I get it!” Pennywise said as he pulled his arm away. 

As they both got out of the well and into the house, Pennywise made a big excited grin. “MJ, I hope you’re up, because I have a little surprise to tell--” When Pennywise looked from behind the couch, she wasn’t there. “You’ve never told me that MJ was a blanket...” Papawise snickered. Pennywise checked her bedroom, she wasn’t there either. “I don’t understand... Where could she have gone?” Pennywise asked himself while tearing up. Pennywise then decided to sniff the blanket and see if he can sense her whereabouts. 

Pennywise has sensed that MJ was getting on the train with her dad for home, where the train will pass the border. “The train station... I’ll get her back!” Pennywise said as he speeds on to get MJ back, while Papawise laughs from the background; knowing that he’s getting five months off from hunting. 

At the train station, MJ and her dad have boarded the train before Pennywise could reach her. He rushed and pasted his face on the glass window, giving MJ a startled fright. Her dad covered her eyes and pulled her closer as the train moves. Pennywise watches as the train moves. “The world isn’t big enough for you to hide, I’ll find you... And I’ll use you for satisfaction!!!” Pennywise yelled as his eyes turned red with anger with a hint of tear floating up. 

***

Even though the train passed the border, she’s still hearing his threats, so it’s going to take a long time to forget all that. Just like Kate, she too lost her voice, but not forever. MJ has to spend a whole year at the mental institute for the treatment for Stockholm Syndrome and trauma. MJ could not help but think about... Penny--something; her memory back in Derry is slowly perishing, so she’s also forgetting about the clown abductor as well. 

As the months passed, MJ slowly recuperates and is starting to talk again. Well, most of the time. Also like her niece Kate, she has the case of Selective Mutism; meaning that even though she can talk, but she doesn’t always talk to people she doesn’t know, which affected her life and her previous careers.

[Present]

Pennywise invited MJ over for a so-called visit since MJ can trust him, she’s willing to take the risk. “You know MJ, when I promised myself years ago that I’ll find you and use you for my satisfaction; I always keep my word... So let’s get down to some unfinished business.” Pennywise said in a serious tone. MJ grew nervous, as her memory from that time slowly grew. 

***

“NO, you just killed me!” MJ exclaimed with a laugh as the two were playing Mario Kart, Pennywise used a lightning bolt cheat to make her small and then ran over her to squish her. “Don’t be-little yourself,” Pennywise laughed. “Well look at that, I’ve won again!” Pennywise cheered. “Good game, Penny.” MJ congratulated as she was giving him a handshake. “Well, I had a pretty good teacher back in the day... She wasn’t a sore loser like I expected her to be.” Pennywise responded. 

They were taking a break from playing Nintendo just so they can relax and talk. “You know... Back then, I was going to make you my eternal mate, but then you’ve left with your dad... I didn’t know what else to think during that moment.” Pennywise explained. “Actually, I think what happen was that the squads found me and carried me out; I did try to get away and yell for help, but then I saw my dad with happy tears... I can’t be apart from my dad, even if it hurts me to leave you.” MJ replied with her side of the explanation. Pennywise was surprised to what he just heard. “So you didn’t run away on purpose? huh... Who ever thought I’d be so relieved?” Pennywise said to himself. “What do you mean?” MJ asked with a questionable look. 

Pennywise looked over at MJ with a chuckle. “I’m just saying that if you and I were in a committed relationship, I wouldn’t have ever met my true love of my life...” Pennywise said with a smile. “And I would never meet my true love of my life... Whoever thought that something so tragic could turn out so great for the both of us?” MJ said. “Well of course it wouldn’t turn out so great in the end, if our children hadn’t become friends; you would try to hurt my family.” MJ added. “And I would've lost my wife’s love if she sees me as a monster... which obviously I am...” Pennywise sighed in relief at the end. 

The universe truly made a strange path for the both of them, and they both hope that it would not end. “Well... I should be heading out to make supper for my family...” MJ said. “Same here, better go on my hunt for my family... You will come back next weekend and help me defeat Wiz Pig from Diddy Kong Racing, right?” Pennywise reminded. “Of course, you have my word.” MJ said as she was patting his shoulder; that’s when she remembered. “Oh Penny, I just remembered, how’s that wound on your shoulder of yours? back when you saved me from the dogs.” MJ reminded. “Oh yes, I’ve forgotten about that... You want to have a look see?” Pennywise asked before he took off his top. “Wow Penny! I can’t even see the scars, it healed good,” MJ said with amazement. “All thanks to you...” Pennywise said before he paused to think, then he made his move to hug MJ goodbye. “I’ll see you next weekend sug’.” MJ said as she blew a kiss. While MJ wasn’t looking, Pennywise gagged from the air kiss; which is not as bad as actually kissing a meal.

The End

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Chapter one “Radio demons and frozen static.”

“Hmm….” Charlie hummed nervously. “What’s wrong?” Vaggie asked. “I don’t know...It feels like we’re missing something…” Charlie trailed off. “Well, I do have one more favor I could call on if you feel it necessary, dear~!” Alastor hummed. “Really?” Charlie bounced in place. Alastor nodded. “If you so wish~!” He beamed. Charlie nodded. “If it’s no trouble!” Charlie added. Alastor chuckled. “Of course not, dear~! You need all the help you can get~!” Alastor grinned, snapping his fingers. (Elsewhere)

A plush demon banged their head on the table before them, sighing exhaustedly. “Come on, sissy! We’re so close this time! We can’t give up now!” Sugar pleaded. “We’re Eighty down, Sug. We can’t pay rent.” Ebony sighed tiredly. “Maybe if you work another shift-” Sugar started. “IT WON’T WORK, SUGAR!!” Ebony snapped, lifting her head from the table. “Yipes!” Sugar yelped. “It won’t work. And it won’t work because I was a dumb-a and snapped at my boss!” Ebony snapped, exhaustion clear in her tone. “And I was a dumb-a for even THINKING of following in dad’s footsteps!! I CAN’T be a radio show host, performer, singer, voice actor-actress-whatever!!!! I DON’T have his talent, and I never WILL!!!! I’ll live eternally in his shadow, no matter what kinda magic happen-” Ebony started before being surrounded by a ribbon of red and being teleported elsewhere, along with Sugar. (At the hotel)

“Ta da~!” Alastor announced, gesturing grandly at Ebony and Sugar. “Meet my little compatriots; Ebony Agony and Sugar Agony~!” Alastor announced. Ebony slowly took in her surroundings after making sure Sugar was okay. “Hello~? Anyone home~?” Alastor sang cheerily, waving a hand in front of Ebony’s face. Ebony caught his hand, pushing it away. “I’m fine. Would have been better if I had SOME FORM OF WARNING.” Ebony growled. Alastor chuckled, laugh track not far behind him. “Ugh…What didja need?” Ebony asked begrudgingly. Alastor grabbed Ebony by the shoulders turning her towards Charlie. “Ebony, this is my friend, Charlie~! She needs help with her hotel~!” Alastor said. Charlie waved sheepishly while Ebony grew an unimpressed frown. “Well~?” Alastor asked, looking down at Ebony. “So, lemme get this straight; ya wanna rehabilitate sinners in this hotel so that the Extermination doesn’t affect too many people?” Ebony asked, clearly unimpressed. “Yes…?” Charlie said shakily. “Well that ain’t gonna happen.” Ebony said coldly. Charlie’s shoulders slumped. “Wait for it~!” Alastor sang. “-Not with THIS colour scheme! I mean, hello?! Red and purple?! NOT warm colours! Ya gotta have warm and inviting colours! Oranges, maybe a bitta yellows! Red? Red SCREAMS ‘DANGER, STAY OUT OR RISK PERISH’! Warm colours? They’ll give the place a nice welcoming atmosphere and instead say ‘hey there! We can be trusted! Come ‘ere pal!’, ya know?” Ebony ranted. Charlie was speechless. “How do you know so much about colors and how well they go together?” Charlie asked, flabbergasted. “Al didn’t tell ya?” Ebony asked, raising an eyebrow. Alastor cleared his throat nervously. “No, he didn’t, what didn’t he tell me?” Charlie asked. Ebony chuckled darkly under her breath. “Course he didn’t.” Ebony sighed. “What am I missing out on here?” Charlie asked. Ebony sighed, figuring she’d have to tell her. “Well, Charlie, the reason why I’m so well educated on colour combinations is because my dad...Is one of the most well known performers here in Hell right next to Al here.” Ebony said. “Wait, you mean-” Charlie started. “Yup. My dad is the one and only Ink Demon himself.” Ebony said, shrugging. “No way!” Charlie said. “Anyways, I could help ya make the place more welcoming if ya want, no pressure.” Ebony shrugged. Charlie shook her head. “It wouldn’t be too much trouble?” Charlie asked. “Nah. I’m always willing to help a friend.” Ebony said. “Okay! How long will ya need?” Charlie asked eagerly. “Meh, maybe like...An hour, hour and a half tops.” Ebony shrugged. “Really? That little time?” Charlie asked, now feeling worried about the short time span. “I work fast.” Ebony shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. Charlie gave a shaky thumbs up. “Don’t worry, nothing will catch fire.” Ebony sighed. “Besides, if something does, toon logic will sort it all out.” Ebony assured. “Toon logic…?” Charlie asked. “It’s her little quirk~! How do you think she can fit so much into her hoodie pockets~?” Alastor laughed. “Untrue! Well, maybe a little true.” Ebony said shoving a notebook back into her hoodie pocket. Alastor hummed, shrugging whimsically. “Anyways, I can get the stuff to help tomorrow and be done by about...2:00, 2:30, somewhere around there.” Ebony said. Charlie was surprised. “Are you sure you don’t need longer?” Charlie asked, worried. “Look, do ya want the help or not?” Ebony asked. Alastor could hear the irritation slipping into Ebony’s tone and he tapped her shoulder, gesturing into the kitchen. Ebony understood and followed him back.

“Are you okay?” Alastor asked. “Yeah, fine. Why?” Ebony asked. He gestured to her cabby cap. “You haven’t taken your hat off since arriving. Not to mention your demeanor towards others has been more hostile than normal.” Alastor explained. Ebony sighed. She hated when others cared about her. It made her feel fragile. It made her feel weak. It made her feel...Like a little kid again. “Hello~? Is this thing on?” Alastor smiled, tapping his cane’s head. “Arright, arright, fine. I’ll lighten up.” Ebony said. “Good, but you dodged one thing.” Alastor said. “What?” Ebony asked. He pointed at her cap. “That.” Alastor said. Ebony sighed, head bobbing. “It’s nothing, Al.” Ebony said, turning to leave. “Whenever you say that, it’s everything.” Alastor said flatly. “Just forget it. Okay Al?” Ebony asked. Alastor glowered disapprovingly at Ebony deflecting. “You do know I ask this because I care, right?” Alastor asked. “Caring about others only gets ya hurt, Al. Trust me. I would know. (It’s why I’m down here, for God’s sake.)” Ebony grumbled. “Ebony, Ebony, Ebony…” Alastor chuckled. Ebony raised an eyebrow, confused. “We all know that’s not the true reason you’re down here~!” Alastor grinned maliciously. “Al, listen, I know that I did some…..Questionable stuff while I was alive, but…Those things aren’t the reason I’m down here probably…” Ebony winced. Alastor put a hand on Ebony’s shoulder, ignoring that she tensed up. “Deerheart, listen, you and I both know that those things are exactly the reason you’re down here~!” Alastor hummed quietly. Ebony shifted uncomfortably. “W-Well I-” Ebony started before Alastor put a finger to her lips. “You weren’t exactly the cleanest person alive, remember~?” Alastor hummed. Ebony sighed. Whenever he dragged up old info on someone, it wasn’t without reason. “What do ya need, Al?” Ebony asked, exhaustion evident in her voice. Alastor chuckled. “Glad you asked~! You see, Charlie isn’t the only one who needs your help here~!” Alastor hummed. “Whaddaya mean, pal? Cut to the chase.” Ebony huffed. “My, my, my~! Someone is impatient~!” Alastor laughed, laugh track following close behind. “Guess ya don’t need my help after all.” Ebony said turning and leaving. Before she could make it fully out, Alastor grabbed her hoodie hood, dragging her back in effortlessly. “Listen my dear, I know we have a...Rocky relationship, but still, I do need your help~!” Alastor hummed. “What if I don’t wanna?” Ebony asked sarcastically. “Hmmm...How do I put this~?” Alastor hummed thoughtfully. Ebony rolled her eyes. “Ì̴̱̖̄̕ ̷̢̪̖̑͝W̶̗̒Į̷̘̂L̵̘̤̘͑͠L̶̢̤̜̓ ̴̡̼̠̐̍M̴̢̡͚͈̎͌͛͠Ả̷̬̺͌̐͘K̸͖̭̻̰̃͌͝E̶̤̹͚̒̊̈́̚ ̶̢̞̈́̅̅̕S̶̜̺̭̏́U̷̲̅̈͝R̸̙̭͕̀E̵̦̲̘̺͐ ̸̣̥̈́̏Y̴̩̻̎̉̍̎O̵͇̟̽̆U̴̥̓͐͋R̶̜̼͍̹͛ ̷͎̣̖̉͂F̷͖̭͎́͐̎͝A̶̦̮̾͛͛Ṁ̷̭͑̈̈́I̵̟̪̺͑͌̚̚L̶̺̻͓̲͊̋Y̶͇̻̊ͅ ̴̢̲͕͚̆͋̀T̸̪̾̕͜H̴͚͒̑͋Å̸̫͓̣͚Ṫ̵̮̜̃͌ͅ ̸͍̮̳̂͛̂̀Ȳ̶̹͎̟̒̿͝O̷̮͆Ű̷̢̓̂͝ ̶͉̪̳̆̓̾̂Ľ̶̡̰͙̙̓̊̀O̶̫͉̖͎̍Ṽ̴̮͇̞͎̒̑͝Ȩ̸͉͇̞̈́͛́̓ ̵̱̤̮͑͒͐I̸̞̼̎̇̃͜Ṣ̷̹͚͇͆̀́͊ ̸̧̙̪͗́̆̒T̶͓͕̭̀Ö̸͖̻́́̕R̶͚͎̼͊͝ͅT̵̨̛͝Ũ̶̻R̷̨̀͛E̴̢͔͖̤̔̋͠Ḑ̶̀̈̌ ̷̨̻̮̜̎͋͆͝Ą̶̤͒N̷̨̥͇͍͒̈́̉̄D̶̡̠̼̥̀̎ ̷̰̼̳͝ͅK̵̰̫͓̘̉̾͐̈́I̵̹̍͆L̸̤̓̌͝͝Ḷ̶͚͕̟̂͛Ę̵̧̨͆̉̍̊D̴͙̲̎̋ ̷̺͉̎̿Ĭ̷̧̥͔͇̍̓̑Ǹ̸̼ ̸̧̹͇̹͛F̵̠̮̘̽͒͋R̵̳̭̠͍̽̕O̴͔̅̆͐̒Ņ̴̠͓̓̿Ṯ̸̜͋̈̆̿ ̶̨̒O̵̗̙̞̭͒͂͊̚F̴͓̰̀͒ ̷̰̄̎̇Y̶̝̚Ǫ̸͉̼̳͗̇U̸̺̔͝ ̵̢̛̬͗W̷͔̒̑H̸̗̼̗͗͗̍̂Ỉ̶̙̠͉̍͑͘L̷̙̟͕̍͊̎́Ḛ̵̚ ̷̝̔̇̓Ÿ̴̨̻͜͝O̶̧̳͇͎͗̀̕͝Ư̸̤̰̫̺͝'̵̗̫̤̾̊̓̑R̸̗̝̭̙͐̈͐͆E̷͇̖͙̱͌͂́ ̴̫̗̰̬̈́͌̈͘H̸̬̦͕̆̎E̴̠̰͋̇L̶̙̭͌͆̑D̴͍̂ ̵̧̔̆͒̀B̴̥͓̕Ȁ̸͓͓̿̄͘C̴̦̊̕̚K̴̢͕͂ ̶̢̡͚́I̴̡͇̟̬��F̸̭̑̓̿̀ ̷̮͕̤̯̏̎̒͘Ẏ̶̝̪̩̈́̽Ö̶̫̘̜͓̂͐̒U̴̱̥̭̖͊̎ ̴̫͖̰̂͆͠D̴̜̍E̵͙̼̖͑̿C̸̨͙̈́̈́̉̏I̶̼̔͗͝D̵̺͓̋̄̆͗E̷̫̮̠͈͗̿ ̸̝̩͌T̴̙͔̝̱̓̃O̴̯̒̂͑ ̵̡͖͖̐̂͋͑N̷͎̂Ő̶̺͈͙T̸̬̯͗́̂̕ ̵̯̪̇͠ͅH̵̹̲̪̓͝E̸̳̰̣͗L̷̰̟͛̋̄Ṕ̷̰͐̇ ̴̞̭͔̎̆͜M̵̙̳̮̬͗̅E̶͚̲͌̾͝” Alastor said darkly, eyes changing to his hostile ones. Ebony’s ears fell back. “Y-You wouldn’t…!” Ebony snapped. “W̷͓͎̟̍͝O̴̞͎͌͒͛̌U̸͖̙̙̲͆̏̌͛L̷͙̰̻̀̔̊͛D̶̳̲̮͊̚Ñ̸̛̝̾̈ͅ'̴͓͘T̵̥͓͇̠́͋̄ ̶̭͆͌̐Ḭ̵̔̒̚,̸̗̘̭̱̊ ̸͙̆D̷̪̠̈̆̿͝Ę̷̻̍ͅA̴̫̼͍͚̾R̴̫̅͘~̸̧̝̆?̴͎͎̓̀” Alastor chuckled. Ebony nodded nervously. Alastor held out a hand to shake, eyes returning to normal. “Splendid! Now let’s seal the deal, shall we~?” Alastor grinned. Ebony hesitated a moment. “Tick tock Ebony dearest, remember your family’s on the line~!” Alastor said in a sing-song voice. Ebony sighed, knowing there was no winning. She eventually gave in, shaking his hand. “My goodness, dearheart~! We simply MUST work on your handshaking abilities~!” Alastor laughed heartily. Ebony grumbled under her breath. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, care to repeat~?” Alastor asked. “I said, I don’t care.” Ebony snapped. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart~!” Alastor said. “Now then, about what I needed you for~! What I needed you for was~” Alastor said, whispering what he needed her for.

Alastor went to leave the kitchen, gesturing for Ebony to follow.

“Charlie dearheart, after Ebony’s done helping make the place look the part, what job would you like her to partake~?” Alastor asked, gesturing to Ebony at his side. “Well...I don’t know, what are we missing?” Charlie asked. Alastor hummed, bringing a hand to his chin as he thought. “How about she takes the job of concierge~? I am lead to believe that Ebony’s demon skills leave much to be desired and this could be good practice~!” Alastor suggested. Ebony shook her head no violently. “I don’t think she likes that idea.” Charlie objected. “Well, we have a front desk manager, being Husk, a room attendant, being Niffty, what else is there~?” Alastor asked, clearly stumped. “Well I could always be janitor…” Ebony mumbled. Charlie brightened up. “What did you say?” Charlie asked. “Sorry, um uh, I *Kaff* I could be the janitor if ya want.” Ebony said. Alastor ruffled Ebony’s hair. “Brilliant, my dear~!! You were always quite the good cleaner~!!” Alastor complimented. “Oh hush you..!!” Ebony mumbled shyly. Angel raised a hand. “I got an idea..!” Angel said lazily. “Oh? What might that be?” Charlie asked. “She’s the janitor, but if we or any patrons need help, she gets t’ help ‘em too.” Angel said. The room was covered with a blanket of silence. “Look, if it’s that stupid I can-” Angel started. “No no no! I think you’re onto something!” Charlie said. Angel’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait really?” Angel asked, starstruck. “Yeah! Angel’s got something there!” Charlie said excitedly. “WHAT?!?” Alastor and Angel gasped in unison. “YOU’RE surprised?! Imagine how I feel!!” Angel said nervously. “Charlie dearest you MUST be joking!!” Alastor said, typical sing-song tone gone with the wind. “No, he’s got a good idea. For once.” Vaggie added. “I don’t believe this!!” Alastor sighed. “Calm down, Mister Drama King.�� Ebony scoffed. All eyes in the room fell on Ebony. “......What?” Ebony asked, shrugging. “Did...Did you just Sass the RADIO DEMON?!” Vaggie gasped, awestruck. “Well, yeah. What? Is that weird or some’n?” Ebony asked. “YES!!” Everyone but Alastor said. “Man!! This kid is braver than I thought!!” Angel laughed. “Nah. Not brave. I just know that he can’t hurt me because we-” Ebony started before Alastor rushed over, covering her mouth to prevent her from finishing her sentence. “Because we’re friends…~! Is what she was going to say…~! But I have a reputation to uphold, so that information can’t get out…~! You know how it goes..~!” Alastor said, grip remaining firm. “Ooooh! Okay! Got it!” Charlie said. “R-Right…!” Vaggie said nervous at how quick Alastor was to shut Ebony down. Ebony remembered one of the self-defense tips her dad gave her and put it into use. Alastor shivered, swiping his hand off at a swift speed. “DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!” Alastor gasped. “Self defense.” Ebony shrugged. “N-Now now, let’s not get testy…!” Charlie advised. Ebony shrugged, turtling inside her hoodie. “Wait-!” Charlie started. “Give her a moment, she’s just grabbing something~!” Alastor announced. A few minutes later, Ebony popped back out with a few decorating supplies. “Okay, so I have everything I need, so whenever ya guys need me to, I can get started!” Ebony said. “Really? Just like that?!” Charlie gasped. “Yup. Toon logic helps a lot.” Ebony smirked. “Okay, you just need to be alone for this?” Charlie asked. Ebony nodded. “Yeah, it works best if I’m alone.” Ebony reported. Charlie nodded. “Maybe you guys can go out and pick out bed sheets or something. Other...Hotel-y stuff..” Ebony trailed off. Charlie nodded and everyone headed out. As soon as they were gone, Ebony got started. After the wallpaper and everything else was laid out and drying, Ebony went to carry out a part of what Alastor needed her to do.

Hours passed while Ebony worked. Three hours later, A knock came on the door and Ebony rushed putting everything back correctly and unlocked and opened the door. “Wowie!!” Charlie gasped in amazement. “That looks...Not terrible.” Vaggie complimented. “Cozy~!” Angel smirked. “So clean…!” Niffty gasped in awe. “Looks passable.” Husk grunted. “I for one, think it looks darling~!” Alastor announced. Husk trudged back to the front desk to grab a new bottle of booze as he had just run out. Ebony smiled, cabbie cap askew. “Oh! Your cap’s a little crooked!” Charlie said. Ebony jumped, cap falling off and shadow disappearing from Ebony’s face, showing what was hiding underneath. “Oh my…!” Niffty gasped. “What in the world…?” Vaggie gasped. “What’s goin’ on? I can’t see!” Angel said, trying to get a look. Ebony scrambled to grab her hat, but it was snatched away before she could reach it. “What’s goin’ on ‘ere?” Husk asked, returning with a fresh bottle of booze. Ebony turned and waved to him. “HOLY-” Husk yelped, jumping back. “WHAT ‘APPENED TO YOU, YA LOOK DEAD ON YOUR FEET!! AGAIN!!!” Husk hissed. Ebony sighed heavily. “This is why I didn’t tell ya guys…” Ebony wheezed. “MY LUCIFER, YA SOUND EVEN WORSE!!” Husk exclaimed. “Dearheart, what happened~?” Alastor asked. “Don’t wanna talk about it.” Ebony scoffed. “Are you sure…?” Charlie asked worriedly. Ebony nodded no. “Listen, we’re here to talk if ya-” Angel started. “I SAID I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!” Ebony snapped, ink webs crawling over the walls. Alastor looked around in alarm. “Okay, that’s fine…~! No need to talk~! Just please calm down…~!!” Alastor hummed. Ebony calmed down, the ink webs slowly disappearing. “Whawazat?” Angel asked. “Another quirk of hers.” Alastor and Vaggie said in unison. “Please, ladies first~!” Alastor said. “Thanks, I guess. Anyways, she’s the daughter of Inky the ink demon. The webs of Ink are her way of showing that she’s reaching her limit.” Vaggie explained. “What if she reaches her limit?” Angel asked nervously. “Stay outta her way.” Vaggie shrugged. “Why?” Angel asked, fear creeping into his tone. “Trust Vaggie on this, Angel. She’s seen Inky reach his limits. It wasn’t pretty.” Alastor said. “Eh, she’s tiny, she couldn’t do any harm.” Angel shrugged. “I can still reach your huge moneymaker, Angel.” Ebony growled. “Ohohoho, trust me Angel my dear, she doesn’t let height get in her way.” Alastor laughed. “Whaddaya mean?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Why do you think that she’s so well known~?” Alastor asked. “Uh...Cause she’s good at That?” Angel guessed. Alastor whacked Angel on the head with his cane. “GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER.” Alastor growled. “Ow!!” Angel winced. “Yeah, that’s not why she’s so well known, Angel.” Vaggie said. “Oh~! It looks like someone knows her history~!” Alastor announced. “I gotta. Gotta know who your enemies are so you know how to defend against them.” Vaggie said, narrowing her eyes. “Would you care to enlighten Angel~? Or shall I~?” Alastor hummed. “You seem to know why. Why don’t you?” Vaggie asked. “Well, if you insist~!” Alastor hummed. “Ebony may look defenseless, but she’s far from it~!” Alastor began. “Being the daughter of the Ink Demon, she possesses many powers~! Most of which are dangerous~!” Alastor said, putting dark emphasis on the dangerous part. Ebony’s head bowed in shame. “She was a scourge on any demons who crossed her path~!” Alastor continued. “It was messy~! It was messy and loud, but by Lucifer, I’ll be DEAD if I say I wasn’t impressed~!” Alastor hummed. Ebony’s face heated up. “She can’t have been that bad, right?” Charlie asked. Alastor laughed, shaking his head. “No, no, no, my dear~! She was that bad~! She made my little ‘hissy fits’ look like a joke~!” Alastor laughed heartily. Charlie’s shoulders sunk. “But, sadly, as the years went by, she started killing less and less and my entertainment ran dry…~! But, now that she’s here, maybe that metaphorical entertainment river will flow aplenty again~!” Alastor sang. “Mmm…” Charlie winced. “As long as she doesn’t kill anyone, she can stay.” Vaggie said. “Of course, my dear~! I wouldn’t DREAM of her doing anything sinful here~!” Alastor said crossing his fingers behind his back. “Good.” Vaggie huffed. Ebony’s gaze fell to the floor. Husk tapped Ebony’s shoulder. “You gonna be okay kid?” Husk asked. Ebony opened her mouth to speak, but closed it and nodded. “Couldja at least say it? It’s really friggin’ weird not hearin’ ya talk.” Husk said. “Right, yeah, I’ll be fine.” Ebony confirmed. Husk sighed. “Ya know, ya don’t suck as much as the others.” Husk admitted. “Awww…~! You’re softening up~!” Ebony teased. “Oh, shove it!!” Husk growled. “What~? I’m just saying that ya said something nice~!” Ebony teased. “Don’t make me take it back!!” Husk growled. “Wouldja really~?” Ebony teased. “I WOULD, AND THEN SOME, SO BACK OFF!!!” Husk hissed. Ebony winced, stepping back. “Now now, Husker, let’s not upset our new coworker, alright~?” Alastor smiled. Husk sighed heavily. “Fine.” Husk trudged back to the front desk.

Ebony smiled nervously. “Did you do as I asked~?” Alastor asked, leaning over. “Yeah. I almost didn’t clean up in time though.” Ebony said. Alastor grinned. “Excellent~!!” Alastor smiled, clapping happily. “By your tone I can tell that this wasn’t the, ah, only thing ya need me for?” Ebony asked exhaustedly. “Yes, but the rest can wait~! Now then, the other day, you weren’t at the theatre with your father, where were you~?” Alastor asked, closing the door as he walked Ebony to a private room. “W-Well...I got an animation opportunity and…” Ebony started. “And~?” Alastor asked. Ebony fell silent. Alastor grabbed her chin, tilting it upward so she’d make eye contact. “Eyes up here, sweetheart~! And speak your mind, I’m not a subtitle maker, you know~!” Alastor chuckled. Ebony frowned. “Well~? Speak up, dearest~! No need to be afraid of me~!” Alastor purred. “Well, with the guy who gave me the opportunity, yes, I do.” Ebony grumbled. “Dear, we’ve talked about your grumbling~!” Alastor said. “Who gave the opportunity, dearheart~?” Alastor asked. “Vox…” Ebony mumbled. “What was that~?” Alastor asked. “Vox…!” Ebony mumbled louder. “One more time for the audience, if you would please~?” Alastor asked, leaning his cane towards Ebony. Ebony growled. “VOX!!! VOX GAVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY, OKAY?!?” Ebony snapped. Alastor drew back as though he were just attacked. Ebony took a deep breath, collecting herself. “I...Took an animation opportunity with Vox.” Ebony said calmly. “Ebony, you know how-” Alastor started. “I know.” Ebony said. “You know how dangerous V-” Alastor started. “I. KNOW.” Ebony said cutting Alastor off again. “W-Well, did it go okay…~?” Alastor asked. Ebony sunk her head into her hoodie. “Ebony, did it go okay?” Alastor asked, melody gone from his tone. Ebony’s face heated up and tears started filling her eyes. Alastor scowled. “Was there ever any animating?” Alastor asked, voice going serious. Ebony shook her head no. Ebony went to open the door, but Alastor held the door shut. “Are you okay?” Alastor asked. Ebony was silent. “EBONY. WHAT. HAPPENED?” Alastor asked sternly. Ebony shook her head no. “Ebony. Talk to me.” Alastor said sternly. Ebony shook her head no violently. “Well, I suppose there’s no way to make you talk about it.” Alastor said flatly. Ebony sighed before Alastor hugged her tightly. Ebony was surprised at first, but eventually collapsed into the hug, bursting into tears. “No need to talk, just give thumbs up or down as a response, okay?” Alastor asked gently. Ebony shakily nodded. “Did you animate?” Alastor asked. Thumbs down. “Was there any animating equipment in there?” Alastor asked. Thumbs down. Alastor scowled, already jumping to conclusions. “Did...Did he, at any point, make you uncomfortable?” Alastor asked. Thumbs up. “Did you ever make physical contact at all?” Alastor asked. Dual thumbs up. BAD. SIGN. “Was it a hug?” Alastor asked, hoping that was all it was. Dual thumbs down. TERRIBLE. SIGN. “A boop?” Alastor asked. Dual thumbs down again. “...He didn’t.” Alastor growled. DUAL. THUMBS. UP. “HE DID.” Alastor growled. Ebony nodded sadly, hiccupping. “Worry not dear, he won’t get to you ever again.” Alastor promised. Ebony hugged him tightly. “I know, I know, it’s okay now. He won’t hurt you anymore. Not while I’m around.” Alastor promised. Alastor booped Ebony gently on the nose, smiling again. “Come now, my dear~! No use dwelling on the past~! How about we get that beautiful smile back on that beautiful face of yours again~? As I always say; you’re NEVER fully dressed without a smile~!” Alastor grinned. Ebony chuckled, smiling slightly. “Oh, there we go~! Beautiful smile for a beautiful demon~!” Alastor hummed, booping her again. Alastor opened the door, walking out with Ebony hopping behind.

(Timeskip to Sir Pentious arriving.)

“Well well well, look who’s harboring the sssstriped freak~!!! We meet again, Alassstor~!!” Sir Pentious grinned. Pentious’ gaze drifted to Ebony. “Oh, and he hasss a cute little ssssidekick now, too~!!” Pentious cackled. “I AIN’T NOBODY’S SIDEKICK!!!!” Ebony snapped. Alastor patted her shoulder gently, trying to calm her down. “Thisss time, I have the element of ssssurprise~!!!” Pentious cackled. Using his Radio Demon abilities, Alastor took Pentious down with minimal effort. A few moments passed before he shook his head, returning to his cheery self. “Well, I’m starved~! Who’s hungry for some Jambalaya~? My mother once taught me a recipe that was so good, it nearly KILLED her~!! Ohohoho!! It was almost like it was straight out of HELL~!!! Ohohoho!! I’m on a roll~!!” Alastor laughed as he and the others started walking back. Ebony smiled as she realized; with this new job and her new friends, for the first time ever, she’d be okay. Sure, she’d have bad days, but they’d probably be there if she needed them. And, for the first time in ages, she felt she could trust them if she needed help, mental or physical. And she was okay with that. Maybe one day she’ll work up the courage to talk to everyone about her whole family situation. She should tell them, they deserve to know, if not her actual family, about her future career path plan. Al was the only one who knows about it, but not the full thing. Something tugged at Ebony’s hoodie and Ebony looked down at Niffty. “Ya coming? Alastor’s making dinner and he’s a good cook!” Niffty asked. “Yeah, I’ll be along in a moment, tell them I’ll be a few.” Ebony smiled. Niffty smiled and ran back inside. Ebony looked at the part Niffty tugged on and winced. Good thing Niffty didn’t take too close of a look; that coulda landed her in some hot water. Maybe she’d tell them about that too. No. That was too private. So long as she wasn’t too frequent or go too deep, she’d be fine. Now to work up the courage to talk to them. Ebony spaced out for a few minutes. “-Ebony!?” Charlie called. “Oh! Uh, coming!” Ebony said, hopping back inside excitedly, grin spread across her face.

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