#i mean unreality Mortimer

[hamsamwich23]

I cannot with this game/pos/silly

[silent-bull]

Hello there jerk fans, this is a message, things are about to change around these parts of town, so as you may or may not know, I'm in partnership with @official-crucified-mortimer in working on their AWESOME au called Unreality for the Hello Puppets franchise. I'm the creator of Esmeralda, I will explain her in a bit.

Now no need to panic, this doesn't mean I won't make more jerk AU, I will, it will just be mixed in with the Unreality work.

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1. 2 First acquaintances

"The waves beat monotonously on the shore, bringing the spray to my body. I stood there, my eyes fixed on the morning sky. A light, cool wind was blowing, which, swaying the branches of bushes and trees, broke the silence of the peaceful morning. I walk slowly towards the sea. Clean sand through your fingers, velvety, not sizzling hot morning sun gently kisses your skin, seagulls fly in the sky, and the water is just incredible. It seems that there can be no such water on earth, so unreal is its azure color and its purity, cool, pleasant, it refreshes and gives strength. But suddenly everything is interrupted. A dark cloud moved swiftly and aggressively over the horizon. Firmly imprisoned, just as the sun rose in its dungeon. For a moment, everything was quiet, but only for a moment. As if catching himself, a sharp cold wind blew out and raised black waves on the sea. I closed my eyes and everything went quiet. Opening them, I found myself in the middle of a solid cloud, so dense that it is almost impossible to distinguish anything at arm's length. Looking around, I felt a sudden surge of fear and anxiety. I didn't know where I was or what was going on. A blinding bolt of lightning cut through the sky. And then, sharp and frightening as a gunshot, the thunder rumbled. And through the thick cloud, I saw a man dressed in a black robe with a hood. A black haze drifted out from under the hem of his robe. And then, this strange stranger took off his hood, and I saw something that made my hair stand on end and my body shiver. He smiled so frighteningly that I squeezed my eyes shut and heard a scream, loud, piercing, cutting my ears, and only after a couple of seconds did I realize that it was my scream»

"Maddie!"I heard, and suddenly opened my eyes abruptly."Maddie!" another scream. Looking around, I fixed my gaze on my mother, who was looking at me excitedly.

"It was a dream," I whispered softly."Just a dream,— she repeated.

My hands were shaking, and my head was buzzing. I didn't understand what had happened. I'd never had such dreams before, and it was frightening. Taking a deep breath, I looked up at my mom and smiled.

"Maddie, are you okay?" I heard a scream and immediately came running. Did you have a nightmare?

— It's okay, it's just a nightmare... " she whispered just as softly.— I need to wash up." I'm going to Hogwarts today!- cheerfully shouted and, cheerfully stretching, jumped out of bed, kissed my mother on the cheek and ran to the bathroom.

After all the water treatments, I smiled confidently at my reflection and returned to the room. My hands were still shaking, but not from the nightmare, but from the excitement of such a long-awaited trip. When I was dressed, I went down to the kitchen. My mother was already working hard at the stove, and my father was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, Dad!" I shouted, and he, not expecting such an abrupt appearance, spilled the cup of coffee he was holding in his other hand on himself. Covering her mouth with her hand, Maddie ran to her father and kissed him on the cheek.

"Madeline Mortimer, I love you dearly, but I'll never forgive you for ruining your shirt!" Dad shouted and glared at me.

"Well, Dad. I didn't mean to, but you're already old, so you're scared, " Madeline said and sat down at the table.

My father stood up without answering, snapped his fingers at my nose, and retreated from the kitchen.

After a while…

After a delicious breakfast and another grumble from Fergus Mortimer, we all packed up and set off.

King's Cross Station was as crowded as ever. Here is a woman yelling at a man for pushing her, causing all her things to lie on the asphalt, here is a little boy with a balloon in his hands pulling his mother's sleeve to get them closer to the train, and here are people who rush to work, constantly bumping into others. I, however, was absorbed in the bustle of the train station, and did not notice that we had already reached the entrance to Platform 9a. In order to get to the station itself, you must pass through the barrier separating platforms 9 and 10.

As the Mortimer family moved closer to the pillar, Maddie suddenly stopped and stared at the brick wall. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment I had a moment of doubt. Fridesvida, seeing her daughter stop, looked at her with the most tender and kind eyes. She walked over to it and squatted down.

"Baby, what is it?" Mom whispered.

"I— I don't know," Maddie stammered. — I'm scared." I thought I'd be happy to go to Hogwarts, but right now...I doubt I can handle everything.

— My girl-Mrs. Mortimer hugged her daughter with all her love and smiled— I was scared too…This is normal…Just think good thoughts.… You are the kindest and most gorgeous sorceress in the world…You don't have to be afraid, do you believe me? — What is it? " she asked, pulling away from me.

"Yes...phew."..Something I fell apart — I answered and, taking my mother's hand, went to the cart. And so, the most beautiful feeling when you pass through the barrier and get to the platform 9¾. It was as crowded as King's Cross, but it was different, with an air of magic that Maddie had only ever felt in Diagon Alley.

As I got closer, I could have cried with happiness. The Hogwarts Express stood in all its glory, receiving students and teachers of the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry into its cars. Suddenly, someone stood in front of us. Looking up, I met the blue eyes of a man. He was a man with a strange mustache and a neatly groomed beard. He was dressed in a red uniform and looked like one of the Royal Guard of Great Britain, guarding the king and queen. I was so engrossed in looking at the man's uniform that I didn't notice at all when he took my cart and took it to the side of the baggage car.

We stopped at the door. My mother gave the ticket to the conductor and came back to me.

"It's time ..." she said, and smiled— " I'm so sorry Dad couldn't walk you out." Don't take offense at him, he works all the time.

I love my dad, but I was really offended by the fact that he didn't go to see off his only daughter.

- Nothing...I understand-smiled in response. — Will you write to me?" Maddie asked.

— Of course, dear-my mother hugged me very tightly and kissed me on the forehead.

The time is 10: 55, which means that the train will leave soon. Taking a deep breath, I climbed the small steps and entered the train. Turning to the doorway, she gave her mother one last look, waved, and continued down the train corridor.

- Good luck! Mom shouted.

***

The train was quite noisy, with prospective freshmen like me looking at the inside of the car, and the upperclassmen grumbling and trying to break through.

Madeline walked down the corridor, looking around, completely oblivious to the boy in front of her, causing the collision to occur. There was some swearing, and I rubbed my hand over my nose and checked it for a fracture — I'd hit it too hard. Focusing my eyes, I saw a boy who was slightly taller than me, with platinum hair, a thin nose and a line of lips, a haughty look and a straight posture.

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"Watch where you're going," he growled, and glared at her. - Do the eyes grow on the back of your head? But don't answer it, it's obvious that you are, " he added.

"I— I-I'm sorry," Maddie whispered, staring at the toe of her shoe.

I didn't like hearing that about myself. Sometimes my inattention and absent-mindedness do not lead to good things. So now I stand and stare at the floor while this aristocrat says something else to me.

"Are you deaf?" - I heard, after a moment of stupor. "The brainless sorceress! He spat, and gave me another haughty look.

Madeline couldn't stand it anymore and ran forward, unable to see anything in front of her because of her tears. And how ashamed she was of being so clumsy, because the next second there was a second collision. "You can put a monument to me. For the second time in a day."

"I...God…I'm sorry, " Maddie began to mumble, gathering up the things that had fallen out of the hands of the person she'd bumped into.

— It hurt, but it's all right— " the red-haired boy said, rubbing his bruised forehead.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry again," Madeline said over and over again.

The boy was the same height as me. He looked rather ridiculous. The sweater was blue, tucked into brown trousers, but in some places it came out of them. Her hair was disheveled, and there were crumbs on her lips, most likely from a recent breakfast.

- It's okay, I'm Ron, by the way — he introduced himself and held out his hand to shake.

— I'm Madeline, but to my friends, I'm just Maddie — " I said, and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Maddie," Ron said with the same smile. Are you hurt?""what is it?" the boy asked.

"I'm fine," Maddie said quickly, and looked down again.

The whole situation seemed insanely ridiculous and awkward. I literally wanted to sink through the ground and I kept myself in hand, just not to cry in front of a new acquaintance.

— Have you found a place yet?" — he asked and, having received from me a short "no", continued-Can we find it together?

I nodded, and we headed down the corridor, and after a while, we came across a car with a boy sitting in one compartment.

Ron glanced at each other, opened the door, and said something to the boy, then he looked out at me and motioned for me to go inside with him. Shyly, I entered the compartment and carefully sat down on a small semblance of a sofa.

"I'm Ron." Ron Weasley-the red-haired man began the introduction.

"I'm Harry." Harry Potter, the young man said cheerfully.

"And this is Madeline," Ron pointed at me, and I had to look at them. Across from me sat a brown-haired man with emerald-colored eyes and pleasant features, wearing a blue plaid shirt, under which was a black T-shirt, beige pants and modest shoes.

"Nice to meet you," said Harry, and caught Ron's surprised look.

- Wait, wait, wait...Harry…Potter? So it's you? Ron exclaimed. — Is it true that you have a...well...scar on your forehead?"

Madeline's eyes widened in thought. "It's Harry Potter! God, I've heard and read so much about him. Amazing!»

"Ah...yes," said Harry, and pushed his bangs back from his forehead, revealing his famous mark.

"Oh, the devil! Ron croaked in surprise.

I, on the other hand, sat and stared at Harry the whole time. It was awkward for me, but at the same time it was nice to ride in the same car with him. He - The-Boy-Who-Lived! It's just unbelievable!

After half an hour of dating, Maddie, Ron, and Harry started talking about everything. The heavy atmosphere disappeared and the air was filled with different smells of sweets that the guys bought from a nice woman with a cart filled with all sorts of goodies.

The train stopped when it was dark outside. The boys, like all the other students, got off the train. Of course, the freshmen immediately began to examine everything they saw and groan. Maddie, along with the boys, was no exception.

- Freshmen! All to me-a voice sounded and all the guys, as if on a click, turned their eyes in the direction of the sound. It was a real giant! He had a thick, long beard and tangled, luxuriant black hair, and he carried a huge lantern that shone into the faces of the happy and surprised little ones. He looked very big, but it was obvious that he was very good.

"Come here, don't be shy!" The giant exclaimed, and approached us. "Come on, come on, move it."

We were the first to reach him, and he looked at us kindly.

"Hey, Harry!— What is it? " he said suddenly. Ron and I looked at the giant in surprise, and then at Harry, and so on several times.

"Hi, Hagrid," he said. Ron and I both shouted " WOW!»

"All right, everyone follow me to the boats, keep up!" Hagrid exclaimed, and led us in the direction of the great lake.

We got into the old-looking boats and sailed ahead. It was dark, but in the distance you could see the lights burning in the castle walls. Holding her breath, Madeline stared at the greatest building in the entire wizarding world and couldn't believe that she would soon be studying there. Those doubts before being sent here vanished, and that strange dream was forgotten in an instant. But such an incredible atmosphere was interrupted by a loud voice.

— Did you know that Hogwarts is the oldest school of magic?" The girl sitting next to us piped up. — I'm Hermione Granger, and what's your name?"

— I'm Ron Weasley-began Ron— This is Harry Potter and Madeline, who still hasn't said her last name — Ron grumbled with displeasure. Hermione apparently didn't hear anything else, as she stared at Harry, seemingly not even blinking.

"Are you Harry Potter?" Very nice to meet you, " the girl suddenly exclaimed and shook Harry's hand. "Nice to meet you, too —" she added.

"Us, too," Maddie snorted, and turned away from her.

The rest of the way, we spent in silence, except for the occasional sound of surprise from Ron, and Hermione doing nothing but clucking at him.

[hamsamwich23]

Unreality Mortimer cries over a goddamn milkshake

One shot for @silent-bull you fuckin f o o l/j/affectionate/p

This thing is fucking 3008 words I am sobbing

Please consider reblogging if you like!!!

Rain poured down from the dark and cloudy sky above at a fast and seemingly endless rate. It could be heard faintly as it pounded against the roof of the lonely white car, as it continued on it’s way.

Mortimer’s head was leaned up against the car door  as he stared outside the window, watching the rain fall through the glass that was already being pelted with droplets of water. Nothing particularly interesting was outside, but  he enjoyed listening to the comforting sounds of the rain outside, watching the rain itself made him feel…calm. Relaxed. 

He didn’t have to worry about keeping his eyes on the road either. He wasn’t the one driving today..

His father was. 

Well. His new father anyways. Adoptive father was a better way to put it since, unfortunately by default, Owen would always be his “biological” parent…

However

It sure as hell did not mean he would ever think of him as a father. 

He never acted like a true parent anyways… In fact..Whisper, his father now, had been more caring towards himself and the other puppets in the span of a few months than Owen had been in the full seven years they were trapped with him. Right up until Owen…

“We’re almost there” The taller cat man spoke, breaking the silence, and pulling Mortimer away from his thoughts. 

Until he had….

Until Mortimer…

He couldn’t take it anymore..

“Ah, that’s good. How much longer?”

“Just a few more minutes. I will let you know when we arrive”

Mortimer nodded, returning his attention to the window. 

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the window. Listening to the sound of the rain outside..

This whole thing felt a little…strange to him. Maybe it was because he had never really done anything like this. Owen never would have wanted to do anything like this with him..

He wasn’t complaining now though. This was much nicer. With Whisper around, he had much less to worry about. He felt safe around him..

—--

The two arrived at their destination about ten minutes later. The rain had not stopped, but it had at least lightened up. 

They got out of the car and closed the doors behind them. Whisper opened up an umbrella he had brought along while Mortimer simply pulled his sweater hood over his head and ears. It felt a little out of sorts for him to be wearing a casual hoodie instead of his usual fancy jacket that he always wore, however it wouldn’t protect him from the cold rain. And he didn’t want it to get wet anyways. It was a necessary, and quite comfortable alternative.

From the looks of it, Whisper had taken him to an out of place diner. The outside of the building looked a bit small, and had an older timed theme to it. When they entered it, it wasn’t big, but it wasn’t too crowded either. It had a cozy feeling too it. But it also looked quite lonely, as they were the only ones here. Aside from the employees. 

But that worked out for him perfectly. He didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of eating or even hanging out in a crowded area, especially since people could potentially recognize him…

Just his father and himself being here was much better. 

The two sat themselves in a booth closer to the back of the diner. Whisper ordered the food before seating himself across from Mortimer. The two were now simply waiting for their food to be brought out. 

“This place is…nice” Mortimer said softly, as he looked around from where he was sitting. 

“It is. It’s very quiet too. Nice and peaceful” Whisper commented, as he opened up a book and began to read. It was a book about plants, which wasn’t surprising in the least. He must have brought it along to read during the waiting process. 

“I noticed that. It is very nice..but why exactly is it so quiet?”  

Whisper simply shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose it's because this place just became less popular overtime”  “Really? …I wonder why..Did something bad happen?”

“Not to my knowledge. These sorts of things just happen. As time goes on, people begin to discover new things to do, more places to go..and older places like this get left behind. People still come here from time to time, but I suppose most prefer the modern day dinery.” 

“I see…its a shame a place like this has been left behind.” 

“It is very unfortunate…I worry this place may be closing up soon. But right now there is not much we can do except enjoy it while we can. I know you’ve never been to anywhere like this, I figured it would be a nice experience.” 

“Hmm…” 

Mortimer leaned himself back into the booth and looked outside the window, watching the rain outside. He wondered how the ones running this place managed to keep it so nice and clean..It appeared old, but it was still in good condition…

Unlike the warehouse, which was getting closer and closer to falling apart. 

He doubted it would be too long before everything came crashing down on him

Once again, everything would fall..and he couldn’t stop it… 

They would have to be prepared to leave at any time..they all knew this..

None of them liked to think of what would happen after this point..Whisper already promised he would help them..but even so…

He..

He shouldn’t be worrying about this right now

He was supposed to be enjoying the day out with his father. Not panicking about something that hasn’t happened yet. 

They knew what to do, they would be fine when that day had to come..right? 

“Mortimer, get ready. They’re bringing our food here now”

Mortimers ears twitched as he quickly looked back at Whisper. “Ah, yes i’m sorry” 

“Don’t be sorry. I’m just letting you know”

“Thank you..”

Mortimer looked over as a waitress with a mask over her face came over with two trays. 

Mortimer had allowed Whisper to order for him since he had little experience with public diners or restaurants…or food, for that matter.

The waitress set down the trays in front of them. Whisper had ordered himself a sandwich and a cup of hot coffee. Mortimer was given a small pizza, all for himself..and some sort of thick liquid in a tall, fancy cup… 

He carefully picked up the mystery drink, bringing it to his face and sniffing at it. It was cold, and it smelled..nice actually. Rather sweet. It smelled like cream and chocolate. 

“Father…whats this?” 

“Hm? Thats a milkshake. It’s ice cream blended into a drink .I noticed you seemed to favor sweet things, so I thought you would enjoy it.”

“Ah..I see..I’ve never had something like..this before.”

“Hmm. Do you still want it then? If you don’t want it I can always get you something else to drink”

“Nonono! Its fine” Mortimer exclaimed, shaking his head. “I just didn’t recognize it is all! I will drink it..”

Whisper nodded, setting his book down and eating his own food.

Mortimer held the ice cold drink in his hands, inspecting it again as if it was some sort of ancient artifact before he placed the provided straw into the cup. Sighing softly, he gently bit down on the top of the draw, taking a sip of the cold, creamy liquid…

Immediately, his eyes lit up, growing wide, as he drank more and more from the cup. 

This..

This was…

Amazing.

The smooth, creamy texture..the rich taste of chocolate ice cream…the lovely additions of the whipped cream and candies…it was so…

Perfect.

He closed his eyes and leaned more into the booth cushions… this drink made him feel cold..but it was just..amazing… 

So..this is what he had been missing out on…

“Mortimer..are you alright?”

Mortimer set his half-drunk milkshake down and looked up at Whisper. “Ah..yes, yes i’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Mortimer..you’re crying”

He paused, slowly raising his hand up to his face…hot tears were falling from his eyes…Whisper was right..he WAS crying..but why? There was no way this thing was so good it could make him cry like this, right?

Then again

“Oh..fuck, yes I suppose I am” Mortimer chuckled softly, wiping the tears away from his face with his hoodie sleeve. “I’m sorry about that” 

“is it..that good?” 

“Yes..well, yeah. That and…well.. My father would never allow me to do anything like this…it’s just…Nice, to finally enjoy at least..something, you know?”

Whisper stared at him, silently, before nodding and returning to his food. “I understand how you feel... Enjoy your meal, Mortimer”

Mortimer nodded. He would most definitely enjoy it.

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Even with that one moment where he had been unknowingly crying, their time at the diner was going very well. Mortimer and Whisper spent their time talking about whatever they felt like speaking about as they ate their food. Mortimer found himself talking much more than he normally did on a daily basis….opening up more, little by little as they talked.. 

Normally he disliked himself speaking, but this was..nice. Very nice…

He felt safe here with Whisper. Safe to speak, safe to eat around him..it was like he could genuinely tell him anything..It was such an overwhelmingly comforting feeling.. One he never felt around Owen once.

He was..happy. 

About an hour later they were ready to get going. Whisper paid for their order while Mortimer took care of cleaning up the mess they left, throwing out the garbage on the table. He was aware that it was technically the workers' jobs to deal with it, however he felt it would make their jobs easier if they had less to clean up. “Is this everything?”

“For the most part, yes.” Whisper looked over the table to make sure they hadn’t missed anything, before picking up Mortimer’s half drank milkshake. “Mortimer, do you want the rest of this?” 

“Ah yes, of course I do. I was saving it so I could take it with me on the ride back” he hummed, carefully taking the cup from Whisper. 

“It’s three dollars Mortimer. I don’t mind”

“Hmmm, I understand. But it’s probably melted down by now. I could buy you another full one if you would like.”

“Oh no, it’s alright. I don’t want to make you spend more than you already have-”

Mortimer just shook his head. “I appreciate it, but I’m fine with what I have here” he said, as he began making his way to the front counter to grab a disposable cup for the remainder of his half melted drink. 

Whisper shrugged lightly. “If you say so. But if you change your mind i can get you one before we go”

“I feel…bad though. Especially since I still have some left right here. I’ll decline. But perhaps another ti-”

Mortimer was suddenly cut off by a scream. 

His own scream

He felt something slam down on the end of his tail. He panicked, and struggled to pull his tail free from whatever was putting pressure on it, but when he did he was knocked off balance. He slipped and let out a loud yell as he harshly fell to the ground. His entire left side taking the hit caused by the impact.

Mortimer trembled as he sat himself up until he was kneeling on the floor. Holding his arm and wincing at his own touch. “Jeez…”

“Mortimer! Are you alright??” Whisper’s voice, which was usually monotone, was louder than it normally was as he rushed on over to his adopted son. He got down on the floor beside Mortimer and checked his arm. 

Mortimer flinched. “Yeah, i’m fine, just..everything is sore, and I think I dropped..”

He paused as that tiny realization set in

The drink in his hand was no longer there. It was gone….He definitely dropped it during the fall… which, would mean it was..

He looked around, almost frantically, and sure enough there it was. The decorative cup rolling slightly around on the floor, and the sticky, melted remains of the milkshake splattered all over the marble floor and leaking from the cup. Right in front of him. 

He didn’t realize it right away, but he was crying again. But it wasn’t from shock or joy as it had been earlier. 

He was crying because…

Well

He didn’t know why he was crying this time. 

Was it a late reaction to the pain? To the throbbing he felt in his entire arm and side? It wasn’t broken but the pain was more than capable of bringing someone to tears.

Or was it because of the drink that was now all over the floor? Both leaving him with nothing left of his new favored beverage for the ride home…And the fact that he had caused a mess. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he still ruined things. He ruined the floor and he probably nearly broke the cup. The floor was going to be sticky and gross now due to his mistake…

Maybe…Maybe it was both the pain and the incident. 

It was making him feel…overwhelmed.

He WAS overwhelmed. His body was shaking and there were all sorts of panicked thoughts racing in his mind.. 

“Mortimer…are you sure you’re alright?”

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Mortimer stared down at his trembling hands and shook his head.

“No…I don’t think I am”

Mortimer yawned and rubbed his eyes as he walked out of the front doors of the diner. He had stayed behind to clean up the mess he had made, while Whisper explained the situation to the staff before he went out to go wait inside the car. 

Mortimer felt it was the least he could do. 

He didn’t mean for it to happen, it had been an accident. A short series of unfortunate events. No one could have predicted that at that very moment he would end up tripping on his own tail. The employees weren’t even mad about it, they understood and were happy he cleaned it up for them. 

But he still felt…guilty. Ashamed, even.Especially for crying over a spilt drink. Although it could have definitely been from being overwhelmed, and falling on the floor….And the fact that he lost his newfound favorite drink to a dumb mistake…

It had been the best thing he ever tasted….aside from iced tea. 

He sighed as he made his way back to where Whisper’s car was parked. He could see him reading the book he brought along through the car windows. He opened the door on the opposite side and climbed into the passenger seat. “I’m here”

Whisper looked up and set his book down beside him. “Ah, there you are. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I cleaned up the mess for them so they wouldn’t have to..”

Whisper placed a gentle hand on the top of Mortimers head, patting gently. “That was kind of you Mortimer. Good job.”

Mortimer nodded and glanced down at the floor. “It would be rude not to help though, after all I caused the mess. They shouldn’t have to deal with it.”

“Do you still feel bad about what happened?”

Mortimer looked away from him.“....yes, I do”

Whisper just kept patting him on the head, trying to comfort him. “Don’t beat yourself up about this, Mortimer. Please. It was an accident. Things do happen. You didn’t do it to be malicious, and you even helped fix things afterwards.”

“I know, I know. I just..I can’t stop myself from feeling like I fucked up. I know it wasn’t….fully my fault, but it feels like it was”

“Mortimer..I understand how you feel, but I promise, you did not fuck anything up. Its alright now.” 

Whisper then placed something into Mortimers hands. It was..cold. 

He looked back at his hands. He was now holding a styrofoam carry out cup with a straw already inserted into the hole on the top of the lid. And it was absolutely cold to the touch.

“I replaced your drink for you while you were cleaning up inside of the diner. It’s the same flavor and has everything included, just like the one I ordered you earlier.”

Mortimer stared down at the cup in his hands and smiled softly. “Thank you, Father” “It’s not a problem. Like I said, I don’t mind at all.” “I know, but…still. I appreciate all of this…I really do”

“I’m happy to be here for you. All of you. It’s an honor, and I hope things can remain like this”

“So do I..”

Whisper hummed as he started up the car. “We can come back here again another time. But for now, we should get home. It’s been a long day, and with the way those clouds ahead of us look, I think that heavy rain will return shortly here. It’s best to get home before it starts.”

“Right, of course. Let’s get back home”

Whisper nodded and began driving. Pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road that lead them to this nice place. 

Whisper had been right about the rain coming back. It wasn’t pouring down as much as it had been before, but it was certainly starting up fast. It wouldn’t be long before it became heavier and louder. 

But it didn’t bother either of them. They left just in time, and would be getting home shortly, ensuring their safety. They would be able to relax soon enough.

Mortimer stared outside of the window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass as he drank the fresh, cold milkshake Whisper had gotten for him… 

Despite the incident that happened earlier, that left him feeling awful and ashamed of himself for making a mistake that he saw as foolish, and despite the remaining soreness in his left arm and shoulder from falling onto the ground earlier…

Today was good. 

[thesilentem0]

👀👀👀👀✨✨

OH MY FUCKING GOD, YESSSS!!!

THIS IS PERFECTION

ABSOLUTELY PERFECT

WAITWAITWAIT

Then that means the unreality puppets and the trio puppets are there... then that makes Mortibitch suffering even BETTER

And Yes, the new nickname of Canon Mortimer is Mortibitch

because he is such an ASSHOLE AND A B I T C H .

For the weapons tho... 👀👀👀

OMG guys if this post gets 10 likes I'll write a one shot where Unreality Mortimer kills/beats up Canon Mortimer!

(this is a joke, I'll probably do it regardless sjdjxkskskksskk)

[hamsamwich23]

Well technically the fun part of Unreality Morts power when punishing people is the punishment must be equal to what the person being judged has done (so you know what that means when it comes to canon)

Unreality Mortimer can cause illusions in this stage and make them see their greatest nightmares and such before killing them off

He doesn't have the power to bring puppets back to life (it will most likely kill him if he tries to bring someone he judged back to life), but that's why we have the weird ass demon book

They tie Canon to a chair and drink his favorite tea in front of him. His Absolute favorite./hj

This is probably so jumbled I'm so sorry I just woke up

OMG guys if this post gets 10 likes I'll write a one shot where Unreality Mortimer kills/beats up Canon Mortimer!

(this is a joke, I'll probably do it regardless sjdjxkskskksskk)