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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Remember that Beast!Reader fic with the yandere prince? I loved that one! Can I please request ‘Tears’ from your prompt list for this please?

I was thinking that maybe a few years pass by while the reader is still stuck in beast form, but during that time the person appointed as an alternative caretaker for the reader (obviously the prince can’t be around ALL the time if he has to maintain his kingdom and keep up his image) slowly starts forming a friendly relationship and with even something as small as a forehead kiss to the beast, it is enough to break the curse. But the two don’t get enough time to celebrate before the prince barges in👀

I’m uncomfortable with nsfw and anything too sexual but I enjoy the creepiness and horror that follows a yandere character so I hope you can write it like that please😭🥺 Oh! And please let there be some hope that the reader will either be saved or she saves herself. Even better if the reader decides that she wants to save herself and the boy who broke her curse🤩

Thank you! So sorry if I’m requesting a lot😭🙏

Oh, my sweet little anons, when was the last time I gave you a happy end, huh? But thanks for requesting a continuation, I am glad you all enjoyed it so much ^-^ What a good idea you had there!

Tears - “Sweetie, don’t cry.. they didn’t love you as much as I did.. I’ll help you over the heart break.”

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Panting, you urged your legs forward, always one step further than you made at a time. The chilly night air burnt in your lungs, and your bare feet were icy and wet from the forest ground, but neither you nor the person holding your hand so gently in his thought about stopping. Only wrapped in a big rag, you should have been cold, but when he squeezed your hand encouragingly, you believed you could manage it all.

It hadn’t been too long since you started your way on foot down the hill the old castle sat upon. Sooner or later, the prince would find out you escaped, and surely, they would also notice your Beloved having fled the scene. There had been no reason for him to stay. Losing you was enough to get sentenced to death, his lifeless body thrown into a bog rather than buried. So why wouldn’t he leave with you? There certainly was no reason for him to stay in the wretched service of the king.

But sooner or later, they would come for you, that much was sure.

So, you two had to hurry, but even so, you couldn’t keep from smiling, especially when he looked back over his shoulder, his warm, green eyes shining without any regrets. You two had known each other far too little, but he never once hesitated to show you his affection for you, even when you still were the hideous atrocity that you had turned into to escape the prince for the first time.

Perhaps, everything that happened was fate. Even if it had been harsh and awful, it happened so that you two could meet and start a better life together somewhere new. Even if you wished now that you two could have met under different circumstances, now, you didn’t regret your life from before anymore. Now, you could simply look ahead to the future that waited for you.

Or so you thought; you should have known better.

The soaring of arrows pierced through the silence of the night. One hit the bark of the tree before you, fire spreading from its alcohol-soaked peak. Your eye widened, as did you’re companions, and you soon found yourself ducking as another one flew over your heads.

You couldn’t spare a second to look back over your shoulder as you two urged onwards, picking up the pace. Your legs were tired and shaking, but you knew that you had to go faster and faster, or else you or he would get hit. It were moments like these in which you wished you were still a beast. One which could run faster than any arrow. One that could fight and protect what was important to you. But that was no longer, true love’s kiss having sealed that specific fate already.

It was too late when you realized that the arrows so far had not been to stop you two from getting away. Instead, as they began to light up tree after tree, you realized they were there to banish the secrecy of the forest and make the dark disappear. At the same time, they made you two run into the directions your followers wanted you to go. If you looked back now, you knew who you’d see, no robbers smart enough to roam the forest around the prince’s castle, so there really was no reason for any other armed party to hunt you down.

And yet, you did, too afraid that if you didn’t, things would go way worse.

The moment you looked over your shoulder, another arrow flew past you, grazing your cheek. You knew where it would hit way before your companion cried out in pain, his hand letting go of yours as a reflex. He sank to his knee for a moment, cursing under his breath as you hurried to his side, seeing the arrow lodged in his shoulder. “Oh god,” you stammered as you sank next to him, hands hovering over the wound. “W-We can fix it, I’m sure, we just have to--!”

“There’s no time!” he interrupted you firmly as if he hadn’t just been shot with an arrow. Without wasting even another second, he got up again, grabbed you by the wrist, and moved forward. You caught a glimpse at his face, determination brimming from his features, but pearls of sweat collected at his forehead. He was clearly in pain, showing it in the way he held his own shoulder with his free hand, but he hadn’t given up yet. He would move on until you two were safe, and though you sympathized with his pain, you were so thankful he didn’t give up yet.

You two ran as fast as you could, but soon you couldn’t ignore the sound of armor behind you anymore, hooves trotting closer while torches lit up the forest more and more. It was almost spooky that no words were muttered, and you expected someone to call orders every now and then, but you had seen the clothes of your followers briefly; you knew who they were. The prince’s guards, clad in the finest silver and trained to the point of being nothing more than human dogs. They ceased speaking if not absolutely necessary, their eyes were soulless, and their hearts without a hint of benevolence. Them being after you could only mean one thing.

The prince wanted you back.

Another arrow getting stuck in the tree you just passed. You knew everything they did wasn’t fun but coldly calculated tactics. They wouldn’t hurt you. They couldn’t. Your cheek bleeding would probably cause one of them to get degraded to a chair for three months at least, so they really couldn’t afford to hurt you more seriously. But they did know who they could hurt you with. Someone whose pain would hurt you more than your own.

The next arrow missed completely, lost in the leaves on the ground. You two were running out of all the adrenaline you had, slowly and surely having exhaustion catch up to you. No! Please no! You begged the entities above that this wouldn’t be the end! There was so much more to live for, so much to see and experience! You wanted to be with your former caretaker, the only one who ever took you and your feelings seriously enough. You two could build a house and keep far away from the hustle and bustle of the cities, farming and taking care of livestock until the end of time. So please! Don’t let this be the end of it!

However, against your expectations, the one to collapse first was him. This time, the arrows didn’t miss, one hitting him in the lower back, one scarily close to his spine. Teardrops pearled from your cheeks as you fell into to mud with him, your hands scrapping along the roots and stones of the ground as you crawled back to where he laid, softly whimpering. Reaching for an arrow, you wanted to pull it out in desperation, but he began to cry out in pain before you could even start pulling.

“LEAVE!” he screamed. “LEAVE AND RUN!”

You couldn’t hold back the sobs hearing these words. “Please...” his hand reached for yours as he tried his best to look up to you. “Go, find a safe place to hide! Leave for another country and never come back!”

“No...” you sobbed, bringing one hand covered in mud and blood to your face. “I don’t want to leave you...”

“They are after you, not me,” he tried to reassure you, but you knew better. The sounds of their heavy footsteps drew closer and closer, and finding him, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill this ‘traitor’. If you went, then he’d die. But if you stayed and got caught, he’d die as well. No choice you could make would end happily for the both of you. “Please, go. I want you to-- ARGH!” Interrupted by his own scream, you began to panic, calling his name and shaking his arm, only to look up as a shadow was cast over you.

“[Name],” the prince sighed, relief showing in his face. He had this small, exhausted smile on his lips, happiness in his features as he looked at you. However, the moment he looked down at your companion, his face began to contort into a hateful grimace, his leg lifting once more to give your Beloved’s back a not-so-gentle kick. “No! Stop!” you cried, latching onto his leg as the kicks came down, your partner’s screams echoing through the forest.

“Don’t worry, I will get rid of the scoundrel who kidnapped you. I will save you! Just like I always do!”

“No! You’re hurting him! Stop it! Please... Please stop!”

Never had you imagined that you’d ever find yourself so low again that you’d beg the prince for something. Before, it had been for your life, but now, it was for the life of the only person that really mattered to you. “Oh, Sweetheart,” the prince cooed, his fingers finding their way under your chin, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. “Don’t cry... he didn’t love you as much as I do. I’ll help you over the heartbreak once we’re done here.”

The prince let go roughly as he pulled his sword from his sheath as you fell to the ground next to your partner. For a moment, time seemed to stop as you stood up in a matter of seconds. Panicked, you decided to throw yourself in front of the sword instead, but a hand grabbed yours before you could. Looking down at your Beloved, smiling warmly and encouraging as he muttered the final words you’d hear from him.

“Go.”

It was like he set you free, even if your definition of free originally included him. “Eh, Darling?!” you heard as you took off in a second spurt of adrenaline, the prince screaming your name after you. But your mind completely shut off the moment you passed the last lit-up arrow, sinking back into the darkness. Everything was blurry, your vision stained with your tears that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you rubbed your eyes with your dirty hands.

Your feet must have started bleeding as you kept running faster and faster, but you gave them no mind, not even feeling the pain. All you felt was the wound in your throbbing heart, something that the prince couldn’t heal no matter how much he believed he could. You wanted to understand your former caretaker’s action, telling you to go rather than defend him. If you had been in his place, surely, you had done the same. But it was as if you were the one who got betrayed by yourself by running away. By giving up on something hopeless, you felt like you were betraying everything you had ever stand for. How pathetic you were, running, trying to get the better future you had hoped to build with him.

Next thing you knew, you stumbled as the ground gave away to a slope before you, your body tumbling down the wet leaves and sturdy roots, your skim getting scratched by the branches of bushes all around you. It was pure luck that your fingers closed around one big tree root the moment they did; otherwise, you surely would have fallen from the cliff that opened up beneath you, instead of just hanging on to it now.

Only now your ears regained their function, the rushing of waves sounding far too deep and far too rough beneath you as to simply be a river. Had you run all the way to the shore? Was it the big sea beneath you? Either it had been closer than you thought, or you did develop some superhuman abilities after changing into a beast.

Groaning, you tried to pull yourself back over the edge, the slightly forward-leaning stone not being any help in rescuing yourself. Even more so, you had to realize the light of torches drawing closer and closer by the second, while you still struggled to escape the death by falling into the unruly water from a great height.

“[Name]!” you heard the screech of your name, genuine worry resounding from it. The prince’s face was the last thing you wanted to see, especially as he looked so damn horrified at the sight of you barely holding on to the cliff. “Don’t move! I’ll pull you up!” he called as he slit down the slope as best as he could without falling himself until he reached you. It was strange. You should have been happy that you wouldn’t be dying. That someone would save you from this horrific fate.

But all you felt was pure despair.

If he pulled you up, then that would be it. He’d take you back, lock you up again and do as he pleased with you. Who knew if you’d ever get a chance on escaping again, especially if he made an example out of your previous companion about what would happen if anyone ever helped you. You’d have nothing left but to live your life as a mere plaything, captured by the prince that was so beloved by everyone, and you didn’t want to think about all the things he’d do to you now that you were human again.

His hands reached out, and you noticed them faintly in your vision. Your decision fell only seconds before he could grab you by the arms. It was too dark to see, too dark to even speculate how deep it was, but you decided it was better than becoming an empty shell of a person if you stayed with the prince.

No matter what would await you in the depths down below, it couldn’t be worse than being a subject to his twisted, self-righteous love, you decide. Letting go was easier than you thought, making you realize your body must understand this situation very well even if it might cost it its life. The face of the prince as you slipped from his grasp was a priceless last sight to see before you closed your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

Until your back hit the water, engulfing you wholly like the hungry, desperate maw of an animal. Deeper and deeper until it was everywhere, and only then you opened your eyes again for one last glimpse of the blurred light above.

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symphonyofthewrite · 4 years

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If These Walls Could Talk

Freaking GORGEOUS cover art by Junki Sakuraba on Instagram and Deviantart!! Definitely go check him out!! His art is incredible, and from what I can tell he’s really nice dude. He absolutely went above and beyond with this prompt. 10/10 would commission again. (And probably will once I save up enough money XD)

The wonderful art later in the chaper is by niuan_ on instagram!!

It wasn’t made/commissioned for this fic--(though I’ve since commissioned her to make cover art for me, so stay tuned for those!)--but when I saw it I couldn’t believe it!! That’s one of my favorite images in this chapter, and I couldn’t believe another artist made a piece for the same idea independently!!

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Fandom: Castlevania Netflix

Summary: Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too.

The series, and Adrian’s childhood, told from the perspective of the castle.

Chapter Summary:

“My mother’s name was Lisa, and she was mortal…She actually showed up at his front door. She found the castle and banged the door with the pommel of her knife…She was remarkable. She beat on the door until my father let her in, and then demanded he teach her how to be a doctor.”

Chapter 1: "Lisa”

“Is this how the castle felt to you before my mother first arrived at your door?”

The castle doesn’t like children.

Well, maybe that’s too strong to say. It simply isn’t the place for them. Its existence is a signpost: leave me alone. It is not used to having company—much less a family—inside it, nor is it ready to welcome for a crying, puking, giggling thing into the world. It does not intend to be a cozy place to coddle him into adulthood.

The castle itself pierces the sky, its turrets and towers the dripping stain of the sun’s blood across the moon.

The bare walls hold no colorful tapestries for a child to enjoy, no paintings of its many inhabitants to tell of—for there was only ever one (and maybe that ought not change. It is safe to say the castle doesn’t like change). The royal red and gold carpets are more suited to kings; not designed for spit-up, mud, and scuffing. ‘Don’t play with that’ would be a motto around here; so many contraptions either easy to break, or which could break the child. The fireplaces, while almost always lit, only ever coughed warmth onto the floor before them—they provided no snug space to curl up on a winter’s day. Even the mirrors here are empty, holding nothing but a reflection of the bare walls they sit upon.

There are certain people who were seemingly born as they are; they never owned toys, never crawled on the floor, never walked with clumsy steps—their footfalls were always this calculated count—never burped on their mother’s nice shirts, and surely never had anything so dull as a childhood. They were always just…here, on the world. There was no innocence, and no losing it. So it was with Dracula.

The very thought of Dracula ever owning toys, even in some nice cottage far away from here, with a doting mother and an absent father, with a funny last name like Cronqvist, defied sense to the castle. So no, no toys here, nor any simple charts for learning; the books divulged their secrets to more mature minds. Just blood and books, gold and gears, forgotten magic means, mirrors that reflect nothing, and a pile of prayers to a good God they used to justify their ungood, and ungodly deeds.

All these things—or their absence—do not make for the picture of a baby-proof home.

The castle has grown accustomed to being cold and dark, and listening to one master alone. It’s not a quaint place lovers look on and think we’ll raise our kids here someday.

Its master isn’t the ideal father either—after all, the castle only reflected its king. Its master knows only of blood and nails, fangs and wails, words too big for a child’s mouth, and worlds too dark for a child’s heart.

Can he be soft? Can he be gentle? Can he keep those claws, which have ripped out better men’s hearts, from piercing a child’s—his child’s…how could one who killed so many have a child?—skin? He knows many spells, but is there one that can turn those screams into laughter?

He has been soft before. Once. And that is with this woman.

Many women have walked the castle’s halls: shivering, shrieking damsels at his feet; cold and calculating queens; fragile bodies on the floor, that he broke with the same regard a child does a vase that matters to someone else.

Those ordinary people who do come often have pitchforks in their mouths, and fiery words in their closed fists. Curses stacked on the end of stakes, banging like the castle is the church bell signifying their own funerals.

It is for this reason that the castle does not like outsiders, does not open its doors easily. But it cannot deny anyone entry. Unlike the humans’ doors, which find his master guilty until proven innocent.

They always came at night. At night, when the loudest sound is your own breathing. At night, when their fires echoed loudest, and their shouts burned brightest.

They came when the flowers were closed, when only the most eerie and vicious of animals played with the skins of their prey, and the moon waxed the world in cold, drunk shine. The sun could not watch them, could not show their blood-struck hands in their full glory.

She came at sunset. When the sun still glazed her deeds in sanguine auburn, but was just deciding to turn its gaze and let the kids have their fun. Not quite day, when the sun would kill things like Dracula, but not quite night, when the hours are named after witches, and lust is strongest—be it for the body, or the blood within it. Somewhere in between death and life, violence and peace.

This woman came with a knife in her hand, yes. But a knife, at least, was not a sword. It was not a pitchfork, a spear, a whip, or a stake; all weapons that signify, if the fight wasn’t there, you were bringing it with you. Not a war-starved weapon, pointing with mal-in—and -con—tent towards the castle doors and all the things inside it. Not a thirsty thing. Something that by default faced the other direction. Something that can start a fight if it wants to, but doesn’t crave it.

The golden woman came at sunset, with a knife in her hand, and looked upon this thing, this castle that others called ‘ugly’, and ‘monstrous,’ and ‘grotesque,’ looked upon it with awe, and gasped in wonder.

She knocked. She didn’t bang her fists upon the stone, didn’t ram pitchforks and assorted insults against the innocent doors, like how-dare-they protect their master.

She knocked, and the doors opened before she could raise her fist a second time. Maybe, just this once, not because they didn’t have any other choice.

The doors—foreboding, menacing, and all the other spooky -ings one can think of—opened to a world strewn in light; the demon’s castle looked brighter, more beautiful, more alive, than half the churches she’d been to.

Her footsteps were gentle against the castle’s floors. Not a slow, forced gentleness, but also not a piercing, purposeful march. There was no apprehension to her footsteps; her feet carried her as if anxious to take her to as many rooms as they could.

At first her steps were the only sound, enough to fool some into thinking they’re alone.

And it became clear both that she was not alone, and not a fool.

But when she saw the demon, she put the knife away, and used her words.

She used her words to repeat those she herself had heard: stories. But not the kind that make monstrous men run at the doors with naughts and crosses, the kind pious people buried along with all evidence that the world wasn’t made of black and white.

Not all the stories told that this place was cold and dark and full of death.

Amongst all the stories about death, there were others that said Vlad Tepes brought this castle to life with science, forbidden knowledge, and a little bit of lightning. Stories that say there is life here.

And, in exchange for proof that these life-stories true, Dracula asked for a trade, a trade that would prove the other stories true too. He gave up the killing a while ago—(the castle has been in one place a very long time)—but he was still not used to giving for free, and definitely not used to getting for free. Vampires trade in blood and names, not diamonds and declarations. Vampires trade in things they can swallow. This castle, too, had been a gaping hole set to swallow the world and everything that entered. Never once had it given.

But she didn’t come with a mouth full of garlic, and hands full of superstition. Her feet did not drill holes in the floor with their sharp toll, they wandered the scenic route.

She was used to being cheated. Dracula and his castle were too. But that was not why she was there. She was not there for cheap tricks, or death. She wanted something real. A little bit of the life the castle has to offer.

Her defiance wasn’t that of a terrified citizen, or angry queen, either; rather the calm resolve of someone who is asking for something they know in their heart is good, and knows they will get it. The kind of person who believes there is good in everyone, and that this good will ultimately always win, and who won’t leave until they convince this good to show its face.

The castle has watched countless men and women cower at the foot of count Dracula. Some, do have a measure of god-sanctioned defiance; they come with whips and scourges to defeat him. The castle and the king are bound together in their resolve against them.

Except one. Except this woman. One human whom both master and castle found themselves reluctant to deny, cast away, or kill, maybe even…taken with.

She may be human, but she was not like the rest; she did not light the night on fire with her thirst for blood.

So maybe, just maybe, they could let one ray of sunlight slip through the cracks.

She was also not devoid of life, and maybe that was the key.

‘Devoid of life’ was an accurate portrayal of the castle. Bats flying out of blackness is a good description of a cave, and caves don’t usually come with the brochure ‘teeming with life’, or ‘great place to take your kids!’. The castle had a soul-sucking quality to it; those who entered often found themselves leaving less alive than they arrived. It took after its vampire master. Those who didn’t actually lose their lives within its walls, often remarked upon leaving that the flowers bloomed brighter, the birds sang louder, the grass was greener, and that they missed the sunlight.

Sunlight. Such a base thing; vampires don’t need the light or warmth to be happy.

Sunlight. Such a base way to die; wanting to get out of the cold and the dark.

“Is this how the castle felt to you before my mother first arrived at your door?”

Castlevania was alive once. Once Dracula set the pumps, and its heart began to beat. He turned the gears, and its lungs inhaled. He forged the lightning, and it began to think. Once the books, full of unknown knowledge, jumped off the shelves to get the vampire king’s attention. He filled the bottles and beakers, and they bubbled, as if laughing at a joke only they shared.

They were both alive, once.

That waned, with time. The gears got arthritis, the books caught pneumonia, the experiments atrophied. The castle ached before she came.

And Dracula, alone in the halls, picking up books and putting them down again without so much as a polite glance through them, because he read them all before. Dracula looking into fractured mirrors that could take him anywhere, but deciding there wasn’t anywhere he wanted to go. Dracula, looking into old mirrors that don’t reflect him—like there was never anything to reflect, nothing alive here to begin with, and there isn’t a master for this castle after all. Nothing but a grave. Dracula sitting alone in his study, staring into the fire. No one to talk to. No sound but flipping pages and crackling fires—nothing alive. Alive but dead. This castle. Its master. Undead is the proper term.

The other women who came through here reflected the castle, or else the castle took the life out of them the moment they entered. Queens with malice-stained past, and cracked, icy future in their eyes. Just as cold as the walls. Subjects, humans throwing gruesome insults, silky flattery, or fluttering pleas at his feet. Just as empty as the mirrors.

Only one refused the castle’s bite. Only one walked in looking for life, rather than death. Looking for a thing no one thought existed here. Already presumed dead. Put six feet beneath the ground. But maybe it was here all along; maybe the light hid in the castle’s corners while the dark came out to play, and she just had to coax it out of its hiding places. Maybe the bell was ringing all this time, she was the only one who came close enough to hear it; the only one who came to put flowers on the grave.

Maybe when she felt the machinery pumping she knew the rhythm was a heartbeat. Maybe when she heard the gears clanking she knew it was the sound of inhaling and exhaling. Maybe when she saw the lightning, she wondered what it was thinking. Maybe she looked at these books, these instruments, and saw what the vampire king saw once; something alive. They weren’t dead yet—un- or otherwise. Just sick, and in need of proper treatment. She was a doctor after all. Maybe her first subject was the very books she learned from.

Lisa, who looked at this blotch on the sky, with Death in its towers, and darkness splattered on its walls, and thought that’s where I’ll learn to heal people. Lisa, who gaped in amazement at the beast of a building. Lisa, who didn’t shudder upon entering. Lisa, who didn’t scream when its master touched her, but turned to him with calm resolve, and told him she’d teach him to be more human. Lisa, who’s life eclipsed the undeath in this place.

And there was a trade that occurred that day. For Dracula’s immortal knowledge, Lisa would teach him how to live a mortal life. To travel the world as a man, to walks as a man, to eat and drink, laugh and cry, as a man. Immortality for mortality. They gave each other the world, as so many lovers promise to do. Vlad would make her immortal, and Lisa would make him mortal, with no exchange blood.

(Except to create a thing with both their blood running through it.)

So maybe, after all this talk of life, it is fitting that she wants to create life inside this castle.

Fitting, maybe. Fitting for her. But the castle is not mortal yet, and wishes it could protest that it isn’t the right size, refuse to try on the idea.

Dracula is apprehensive as well, for the castle and he are used to each other, they take after each other, because the cold, and the dark, and the death, and the alone does something to you after a while; you start talking to the walls. After the cold queens and quaking colleens leave, or leave their bloodstains the floor. After the beasts and their silver-stained bullets turn back into righteous men in the sun. After he simply outlives everyone else. When all the living things hate, fear, or else betray you, when all the living things can die, and you, who are undead, cannot, it’s the lifeless things that stand firm by your side. When the day ends and the shadows come out to play, when you’re the only one left, in the end you still have the walls. And then…the walls are all you have. And if you talk to them long enough you make a sort of pact, spoken or silent, with those speechless stones: ‘you’re the only one I can trust.’

Dracula speaks to them one day, says he wonders if he can do this, be a father at all, not to mention a good one. The castle cannot reply. But something deep inside the walls wonders if it might be nice to hear Dracula laugh. It might be nice to put on some different clothes. It might be nice for someone new to listen to from time to time. It might be nice to live again.

The castle is concerned. Used to doing things one way, being one way, and only hearing one voice. But that doesn’t mean it is unwilling, that it intends to kill the child.

It never kills anything—Dracula does that. It cannot do anything on its own, and that includes change.

The castle doesn’t like change.

…But that doesn’t mean it won’t.

And if its going to change, its master must change first. They must change together.

Vampires do not have reflections. But Dracula has a castle, and that castle will be damned if it isn’t his mirror.

Reflections are simple to change; put on some makeup, some war paint, a new change of clothes, get a piercing somewhere. Simple, yes, but not easy, to change completely, because that doesn’t mean anything’s changed inside.

The castle did not come equipped for child-rearing; there are no rooms full of toys and cradles and school supplies.

So if this is to be, they must build their son’s world themselves.

Together they set aside a room for the child’s arrival. Just one, single room. And the castle too knows, from the start, this room will be different from all the rest. They will put paintings on the walls, and banners in the halls; things to interest him, to tell him of his parents, at least, even if there are few other relatives to spend Christmas with. The carpets will be darker, instead of the stringent red, and they will make their words smaller, the books easier to understand. The rest of the castle is warm in color, but cool in atmosphere. This room will be cool in color, but warm in atmosphere. The fire will always be set in its place, and they will try their best to make sure the warmth reaches him; if the fire fails, they will knit blankets; if the blankets fail they will make him tea, or warm milk with honey; and when everything else fails they will hold him. If there are tears here, scornful stares will not greet them, instead, kisses and lullabies will be behind door number three. If this room lives, it will be because of something much softer than pounding metal and lighting.

If a child is to live here, they must change that reflection. Everything Dracula’s castle appears to be, this room will be the reverse. Separate. Something… other than the castle.

This room will bottle all the laughter had in this castle. This room will be made of and for living, not the death the rest of the place is steeped in. So much so that this room will not stand for bloodshed.

Lisa brings in supplies from her town; color and cloth, boards and brushes, needle, and thread, and paper; all the things one needs to build a universe.

It is Dracula who takes the paint, who changes the color to something other than the blacks and reds of the rest of the Vampire’s world, cementing on the walls themselves You will not be dark here, my castle. You will be kind to him, Castlevania. The castle doesn’t know its master to work with his hands like a human, but Vlad is not the same within this room either—this room is part of the trade. He doesn’t use magic, or science, as if he is telling himself with every hammer that they are going to change together, the way one does when talking to the mirror.

Lisa sits in a chair and stiches together cloth and fur to make little creatures, toys for the boy to play with. Soft things, not sharp. They are reflections too, littler, simpler ones, of the creatures howling and prowling outside the castle’s walls, or scurrying within them.

But it is the ceiling that is the crowning jewel of the room. Something they paint together—splashing it onto each other’s clothes and noses.

His parents love the stars. They often walk outside the castle walls, fingers knit into each other’s, to gaze at them. They are scholars at soul, and have charted the constellations. They want their child to be able to do the same, to watch the stars, even if he’s not outside. At the end of every day they want him to be sung to sleep by the symphony of the night.

For them, maybe, but to the castle, one of the most interesting things about this room, is the mirror. This is strange, as, while there are other mirrors in this house, they are nothing more than a silver decoration; they have no purpose here, unless they float in shards and possibility. This is an ordinary mirror. It does hold something now, however, and that’s Lisa—only giving more credence to the idea that she is the only living thing in this castle. The castle wonders if they think it will reflect the child, as if they are hoping he will take after his mother and the room.

The mirror, and the windows. In the rest of the castle, the windows are always closed, curtained, or too small to let any real light in. But here they are big, and inviting to all the wiles of the day. Dracula protested—fearing he would burn. Lisa insisted—hoping he would shine.

The mirror, the room, are empty now. The windows closed. The books and charts dormant as the rest. It is not dead, but it’s not alive either. Not even undead. Just a question. An almost.

The room lays on Frankenstein’s table; just one lightning strike—(or one child’s laugh)—away from breathing.

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withcolebrock · 4 years

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Night Changes-My Little Girl

Summary: Y/N goes into labor when Colby is across the country

Night Changes Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, brief description of child birth, I think that’s it

Word Count: 3,430

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m sorry that this was not another request, but I got this idea yesterday and had to write it, I hope you guys enjoy it! I love this story (it may be a bit wordy but hey) this is just the beginning of a series that I plan on doing, enjoy!! also this is my favorite gif :) wish it was better quality, anywho This is my gif!!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked while throwing the bag over his shoulders. Dragging his suitcase, he walked into the living room sighing. “Because I can stay home, we can postpone the trip,” He stopped beside the long grey couch and rested his hand on the arm of it. She looked up towards him, smiling softly. She reached her hand up and held it towards him. He beamed as he took a hold of her hand.

“You and Sam have been planning this trip for months, you can’t just not go,” she sighed as she ran her thumb along the top of his hand. He quickly moved around the arm of the couch and sat down beside her. He pouted his lips as his grip around her hand tightened. “Bub, we are fine, go on your trip,” she smiled as she rested one of her hands onto her growing belly. His eyes glanced down towards her stomach, with an xplr t-shirt that barely covers her stomach anymore.

“What if you go into labor and I’m not here,” he whined as he rested his hand onto her stomach, slowly running his hand along the bump.

“I’m five weeks away from that happening,” she reassured.

“We don’t know that, Love. I want to be here with you just in case,” he continued to run his hand along her bump soothingly. She turned her head quickly meeting his eye and tilting her head towards him. Her eyes narrowed as she looked deeply into his eyes. He let out a soft chuckle, “Love-”

“Colby-” she widened her eyes and pursed her lips forward. He pressed his lips together and shook his head. He looked away briefly sighing. “Go have fun, exploring abandoned places and spooky things. I’ll be home on this couch watching Love Island.”

“Okay, fine,” he lifted his hand up from her stomach, and took a hold of her cheek. He ran his thumb along her cheek bone, “If anything happens, and I mean if you feel anything that may be wrong you call me,” she rolled her eyes dramatically while she took a hold of his hand onto her cheek. He raised his eyebrows looking down into her eyes.

“If anything happens, I’ll call,” he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers softly.

He pulled away whispering, “Thank you, my love,” he watched her slowly open her eyes and her lips curled upwards. They leaned towards each other slowly again, their lips touching briefly as the doorbell rings several times. He groans as he pulls away from her, “Fucking Sam,” he joked as he took a glance towards the door. She leaned her head against the back of the couch as she watched Colby stare towards the door. He took in a long breath before he stood up walking towards the door.

She smiled as she watched Colby walk away from her. She shifted her attention towards the tv in front of her. Colby and Sam quickly share a few words before the both of them walk towards the living room. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” Sam asked as he entered the living room.

“I’m alright, growing a human is all,” she joked as she subconsciously rested her hand on top of her belly. Sam and Colby both chuckled as they looked at each other briefly.

“You’re still good with Colby and I doing this trip?” He asked while he opened his water bottle and took a sip.

“Of course, go have fun!” she drew out the words as she started pushing herself up from the couch. Colby's eyes widened as he walked over to her, taking a hold of her hand while resting his hand onto her lower back helping her up. “Bub, I’m fine,” she sighed as she waved his hands away. He held up his hands in defense letting out a soft laugh.

He turned his head to glance at Sam before shifting his attention towards his very pregnant wife. “Alright, Babe we have to get going,” he sighed as he walked over to her wrapping his arms around her, “I’ll call when I land,” he pressed his lips to the side of her head before he pulled away. He smiled, “And-”

“I will call if anything happens, now leave please, so I can have some peace and quiet.” she began lightly pushing Colby against his body. Sam and Colby both started laughing as they began walking towards the door. “Goodbye have fun!” She smiled widely as she watched Sam pull open the door.

“Bye, I love you,” Colby smiled as he quickly pressed his lips against hers.

“Don’t be having babies while we are gone!” Sam joked while he walked out of the door. Colby rolled his eyes.

“Not funny, Sam,” Colby shook his head as he closed the door behind him.

~few days later~

She pulled the door open to reveal Katrina, Tara, Xepher, Devyn, and Cassie all standing carrying various bags of food and non-alcoholic drinks. She furrowed her eyebrows as her mouth fell open. “What are you guys doing here?” she asked as she rested her hand on top of her belly bump. All of the girls pushed passed the door and entered her house. They began to place the bags onto the counter and pulling out various foods and decorations. “What’s all this?” she continued.

“We are throwing you a little party,” Katrina began as she pulled out a bright pink sash with ‘baby mamma’ written on it, “Here put this on,” she smiled widely as she handed the sash over to Y/N. She quickly read the words and started laughing, the other girls joined.

She pulled the sash over her body while shaking her head. “Why are you guys doing this?” she chuckled. Tara and Devyn began pulling out pizzas among different desserts out onto the counter.

“Well, we figured that after the baby comes we wouldn’t be able to hang out like this that much. So, we decided why not tonight?” Katrina explained nonchalantly while pulling out a bottle of sparkling water. Y/N smiled sweetly as she adjusted her sash over her body.

“You guys are too cute,” she smiled as she picked up a small chocolate cupcake. She unwrapped it and took a small bite sighing in content.

“Tonight, we are just going to eat food and more food and just have a good time,” Cassie said while taking a cupcake into her hand.

“I like that plan!” Y/N laughed as she took a hold of a brownie.

After a couple of hours of the girls eating way too much food and making TikTok dances the group decided to settle down and sit together and watch a movie. At least that was the plan, but instead the girls were grilling her about the baby and Colby. “Woah, guys slow down,” Y/N chuckled.

“Okay, okay, let me go first,” Katrina started as she stopped laughing, “So since the baby is coming soon, can we finally know the name?” All of the other girls' eyes widened agreeing with the question. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully as she let out a soft giggle.

“Colby and I agreed to not tell you guys until she’s here,” she explained as she felt tight squeeze and pressure along her stomach and lower back. She took in a sudden breath as her hand immediately went to the top of her stomach. The room fell silent as the girls looked over to her furrowing their eyebrows.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” Xepher asked. Y/N took in another breath as she tightened her fist fighting the pain.

“I-I uh it’s fine, these aren’t actual contractions, it’s fine,” she groaned as she leaned back into the couch. The girls shared concerning looks between each other, before they all moved closer to her. Y/N took in a long breath, “It’s all good, I’m fine now. It’s probably just Braxton Hicks, those are a thing that happen,”

“They are,” Tara responded, “But are you sure that’s what those are?” she continued as she rested her hand on to her upper back. Y/N looked over to Tara and opened her mouth and shut it quickly. Tara sighed nervously. “You should call Colby,” she suggested. Y/N eyes widened and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to worry him, he just got to New York and-” Y/N groaned again as she tightened her hand around her stomach again.

“And he’s your husband and he should know,” Katrina explained while reaching for Y/N’s hand.

“There’s nothing to know yet,” Y/N trembled as she clenched her jaw. She took in a long breath before meeting Katrina’s eye. Katrina’s face was full of concern as she looked over her best friend. “These are Braxton Hicks, they have to be. I’m five weeks away from my due date, these are Braxton Hicks and I am not calling my husband,” she explained as she stood up from the couch slowly. “Now I have to pee,” she began walking down the hall towards the bathroom when a sudden gush of water left her body.

The girls all watched in shock as Y/N stood still. She turned around slowly to look towards her group of friends. “I think we should call Colby now,” Cassie commented. Y/N scowled towards her as she waddled over to her kitchen barstool as her breathing quickens.

“It’s too early, she can’t come yet, it’s too soon,” she spoke quickly. “No, no, it’s too early, oh god it’s too-”

“Okay, okay,” Katrina whispered as she rested her hand on top of Y/N shoulder, trying to calm her down. “Tara, call Colby. Everyone else get Y/N some clothes,” Tara pulls out her phone immediately while walking into another room to call Colby. Devyn, Cassie, and Xepher ran to her room to pack a few clothes for her.

Tara closed the door behind her as she started calling Colby. Only after a few rings Colby answered, “Tara,” he drew out her name, “What’s up?” his voice was distant from the phone, probably from being on speaker phone.

“Colby, it’s Y/N,” she started while taking in a long breath. She heard Colby’s voice become closer to the phone, she bit her lip nervously.

“Wait what happened? Is everything okay? Tara?” At first Tara didn’t respond, she didn’t know what to say exactly. “Tara, what’s going on?!”

“She’s fine, Colby, she’s alright,” she paused, “But you’re having a baby,”

“What?” he let out anxiously, “Yes, Tara, I knew that, is that why you called me? Because you really didn’t need to scare me like that, I almost shi-”

“No, Colby, I mean tonight,” she rolled her eyes as she clenched her jaw. The line fell silent for a moment, “Colby, Y/N water broke, you need to get home, like now,” Colby continued to stay silent on the other end, Tara couldn’t tell if he was not talking or he had muted himself. “Colby?!”

“Uh, sorry, I’m just, fuck. I had a fucking feeling; I shouldn’t have left.” he explained. The sound of rustling and voices were loud in the background of Colby’s voice. “Are you guys at the hospital? What’s going on?!”

“No, we are going to be heading there any minute, but she wanted you to know before we left,”

“Let me talk to her,” Colby demanded on his end of the phone, he picked up a few of his t-shirts and threw them into his suitcase as he quickly packed his suitcase. Sam, Jake, and Corey doing the same. Colby stayed silent for a moment while he waited for Y/N to talk, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Oh I’m great,” she said sarcastically. Colby rolled his eyes as he threw a few jeans into the suitcase. “The girls are taking care of me, I’m alright. I promise,” he sighed as he pressed his lips together. “Bub, stop it, these things just happen. It just-” she stopped for a moment groaning in pain. Colby’s face scrunched together as he heard the pain through the phone. “It just happened to be when you were two thousand miles away.”

“Well we are all leaving as soon as we can, I’m so sorry Babe, I knew I shouldn’t-”

“Colby, stop for a second and breathe,” she paused for a moment, “We are having a baby,” she smiled.

Colby took in a long breath as a soft smile formed to his lips, “We’re having a baby,” After a couple more minutes of them talking, Y/N had hung up the phone to start heading towards the hospital. Colby quickly put the phone into his back pocket as his eyes danced around the hotel room looking for anything else that may be his.

“Colby,” Sam whispered, as he was shifting his glance towards Colby and his phone where he was buying plane tickets. “Dude,” he continued, this time Colby turned his head looking towards Sam. “You’re having a kid!”

“How fucking crazy is that?” Corey joked as the group all gave each hugs.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he said out loud, not really believing it.

~~~

She tightened her grip onto the hospital bed handle as another contraction started. Her eyes shut tightly as she clenched her jaw feeling the unimaginable pain in every part of her body. “Okay, you are doing amazing,” Katrina spoke, trying to be as reassuring as possible. She ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair as she watched her best friend going through so much pain. She wanted to speak but if she opened her mouth, no words would come out all she would experience would be yelling.

It’s been a few hours since she first got to the hospital, and Colby was still several hours away on a plane. It didn’t help that they only allowed one friend in the room. Y/N decided it would be best that every thirty minutes the girls would take shifts. Since all of the girls wanted to be there with her.

A few minutes go by with the contraction, when it starts to ease. The contractions are still a good distance apart at twenty minutes and she wasn’t fully dilated yet. Which was giving her a good long time frame for Colby to get here. Y/N opens her eyes slowly as a shaky breath leaves her lips, her eyes meet a worried Katrina. “Have you heard from Colby or Sam?” Y/N asked as she licked her lips.

“The flight won’t land for another hour, but he’ll be here,” she smiled as she stood up from the bed walking towards the tray near the bed. Taking a hold of her phone, she checks for any messages from the boys. Nothing.

“I can’t do this alone, Kat,” she cried out. Katrina walked towards the bed, leaning down in front of the bed. She smiled reassuringly.

“You’re not alone, Colby will be here soon. Until then you got all of us girls, okay?” she wiped a tear that started to stream from her eyes. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she watched Katrina. “I’m not crying, okay,” she whined. Y/N tilted her head forming a smile to her lips. “It’s Tara’s turn anyway,”

~~~

A couple more hours pass with the contractions slowly becoming closer and more painful. As her pain level increased, they had agreed to have all of her friends in the room with her. For a while they seemed to be bearable but as time went on she didn’t know if she could handle it. As another contraction reached it’s end she began to cry uncontrollably. “I can’t do this, I can’t do this, please don’t make me do this,” she cried as she tried to sit up out of the bed.

Katrina and Cassie walk towards the bed quickly trying to help her back into the bed. “No I can’t-please I can’t, I can’t,” she cried out as she tried to push past her friends. Katrina and Cassie both hold one of her arms keeping her still. Y/N looked into Katrina’s eyes and started crying more. “I’m so scared,”

“Y/N,” Cassie said, her tone laced with worry. Both Katrina and Cassie’s hands ran along her arms soothingly. “I know you’re scared, but you are doing this. You are having a baby, you are doing amazing. You can have this baby,”

“I can’t without Colby,” she sobbed, “I need him,” she cried as Katrina and Cassie both sat her down onto the bed, slowly letting go of her arms.

“I’m here! I’m here!” his voice rang loudly as Colby ran into the room. Her eyes land on his figure. She sees him wearing his old Take Chances hoodie and black jeans, with his red snapback on his head. She covers her face with her hands as she cries into her hands. Colby’s eyes widened as he rushed over to her, he knealed down in front of her. He rested his hand onto her knees, his knuckles nearly touching her stomach. “I’m glad this is the right room because that would have been embarrassing.” The room erupted into laughter.

She lifted her head up to meet his eyes, she saw the tears brimming his eyes. Her lips trembled as she saw the wide smile to his lips. The room slowly quiets down as Y/N and Colby look towards each other. “Let’s have a baby,” he whispered as he leaned up and pressed his lips against her flushed cheeks. She giggled softly as Colby helped her lay back down into the bed.

Only after another half an hour, it was finally time to start pushing. The nurses had kicked out everyone else beside Colby. “It’s time, Y/N,” The nurse said while sitting down ready to help her give birth.

“You are doing so good, Love,” Colby whispered into her ear, quickly pressing his lips against her temple before she was instructed to push again. She took in a long breath before she started pushing, squeezing Colby’s hand as tight as she could. Colby pretended he wasn’t in pain but he was, definitely stronger than he thought. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered again.

“Colby, you are not helping,” she groaned as she leaned her head back against the pillow taking in short breaths.

“Sorry,” he murmurs as he presses his lips to the side of her head again.

“Just one more, Y/N, and you will get to see your daughter,” the nurse smiled as she went back to doing her job. Y/N began pushing again, almost immediately their baby was born. “You did it, hun!” she said doing a once over on the baby, the baby began crying immediately. Y/N turned her head to meet Colby’s teary eyes. The nurse carried the baby over to her and rested the baby on top of her chest. She gasped at the sight of the little human she’s been carrying for the last eight months, since she wanted to be early.

Only after a few seconds they took their little girl away to make sure she was completely alright; because she was so early. “Just a few more pushes then we will be officially done,” the other nurse said sitting done. Y/N huffed as she waited for another contraction to push.

After another twenty minutes everything with the delivery was officially over. They had taken their daughter to the NICU just to give her a few more tests. “We have a daughter, my love,” Colby whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled to herself.

“We have a daughter,” she cried.

~~~

The doctors had wanted Y/N and the baby to stay a few nights for extra observation, but they seem to believe they both are the healthiest they could be. Y/N had been sleeping when they brought back their daughter from the NICU, saying they could spend some time with her before they needed her back. Colby leaned down and carefully picked up the fragile little girl that was his daughter. He sat down slowly into the rocking chair beside the hospital bed.

His eyes admired the little features, how small her nose was and how chubby her cheeks were. Colby slowly began to tear up as he continued to look over his daughter. “My little girl, you have my heart, my everything,” he took in a quiet shaky breath as he listened to her soft breathing.

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publickoccurances · 4 years

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Female companions react to being severely injured while on the road with Sole.

Cait: On the road again. Not that she’d have it any other way. Being out here with Sole sure did beat being stuck in that cage in the Combat Zone.

“Where is it we’re headed again?” Cait grumbled as she fell in step with Sole. They walked so fecking fast.

Sole glanced over at their friend, giving them a cheeky grin. “Oh, just somewhere a bit spooky.” They teased.

Cait rolled her eyes and made a disgusted noise. Spooky? What could possibly be considered spooky in this fucked up world they lived in. “Oh come on, stop fecking about.”

Sole sniggered ever so slightly. “We’re headed to Salem Cait. They had the witch trials there, supposedly very haunted.” Even though it seemed ridiculous, Sole liked holding onto the thought of anything pre-war.

Cait raised an eyebrow. Witches? Haunted? What the fuck was Sole playing at here.

.........................

Cait kept her hand on her gun as they approached the Museum of Witchcraft. It was very unsettling. She didn’t like how quiet it was. “Sole this was a bad fecking idea I’m telling ye’.” She breathed, eyes darting around as she tried to catch her bearings.

“You’re just letting your fears get to you. Come on Cait, it’s just a museum.” Sole shook their head as they took confident strides towards the decrepit building. “I just want to see if they have any books or something left behind.”

“My fears are not-.” Cait was cut short by a horrific sight in front of her. “Holy fuck- he’s been torn apart.”

Laying in front of them was the corpse of what appeared to be a Gunner. They had been torn apart by something, their torso split open, one arm half hanging off. A terrible sight.

“What the feck could do that to someone.” Cait whispered through gritted teeth as she looked towards the entrance to the museum.

Sole took a deep breath and shook their head. “Hell I don’t know...but this is fresh. And Gunners never run alone- there could be people trapped inside.” They looked towards Cait. Despite how scared they were, Sole couldn’t just walk away if there was a chance there was any survivors.

“Shite.” Cait muttered. Sole was right. Gunners never worked alone. If she could have it her way they would just turn around and walk the fuck outta there. But she knew Sole well enough now to know that wasn’t an option.

It didn’t take the pair long to find a way inside the museum. The front door had been chained from the inside or something, but they eventually found a basement they could enter through.

The building was silent as they decended down the stairway. It wasn’t the normal kind of silence. It was more of an terrifying one. The kind that makes you think something is gonna jump out at you. But that wasn’t going to stop them.

“Whatever it is... it’s killed these guys as well.” Sole whispered as the pointed her gun towards more tore up bodies. These seemed fresher than the one outside. The metalic smell of blood filling the air around them.

“Yeah... I reckon a couple of hours at most.” Cait agreed quietly, looking up to notice a large hole in the ceiling. “Seems like whatever it is found a quicker way up than the stairs.”

Cait did not like this. Not one fecking bit. She was all for danger. But this. This was something else entirely.

Just as Cait was going to suggest they leave a rumble came from the floor above. Something big was moving up there. Something real fecking big.

“What the fuck is that?” Sole’s eyes were wide with fear. Suddenly this fun little trip was definitely not so fun anymore. They looked to Cait, giving a slight nod before slowly walking up the stairs.

Whatever was moving around up their was causing the unstable building to rumble. The floor creaked, the windows (that hadn’t already shattered) were shaking. Surely this place wasn’t really haunted?

“Listen Sole- whatever that is... I think we should leave.” Cait suggested, though she knew that Sole wouldn’t agree. If there was a chance of saving people, they would. So as they stepped up onto the ground floor she took a deep breath.

What happened next came out of nowhere. The pair had barely been on the ground floor before there had been a ungodly sound ringing through both of their ears. Whatever had ripped those people apart had spotted them. And it was mad.

“What the feck-.” Cait turned and her eyes widened. A Deathclaw. Shite. She was just about to take a shot even suddenly a giant claw had swiped at her.

Cait was thrown back down the stairs at the force of being hit. She could feel a large gash open in her abdomen, blood beginning to pool out of her. Fuck.

She could hear Sole screaming out for her. She could hear that monster letting out it’s horrendous sounds. But she was helpless. She couldn’t feel anything. Her vision going blurry.

“Cait! Cait!” Sole continued to scream. They were cornered. This monster had seemingly killed Cait. And now it was going to kill them. All they could do was keep pulling the trigger, keep taking shots. Keep fighting.

“S-Sole...” Cait gasped, finally regaining some function over her body. Her hand moved down to her injury. It was deep. She was bleeding. Bleeding out maybe? Fuck. Was she dying?

The commotion caused by Sole and the Deathclaw filled the building with gunshots and roars. Whatever was going on up there was intense.

Cait patted her pack desperately trying to open it. If she was going to die it was going to be on her terms. She took a deep breath, injected a stimpack directly to her injury. “Fuck...” She hissed in pain.

If she could just get up the stairs she could help. Help her friend. If she was going to die she was going to die fighting. Not bleeding out in a basement alone.

After a few deep breaths Cait managed to muster up enough strength to begin to drag herself up the stairs. Each step she pulled herself up cause her agony. But she was going to do this. She wasn’t going to die down there. Not while her friend was facing getting ripped apart.

“You fucking demon!” Sole screamed at the Deathclaw as they took cover behind a display case. “I’m gonna see you fucking rot for what you’ve done!” As if the Deathclaw knew what they were saying. But it was making them fight harder. Each shot they took landed in the beasts thick hide, but it didn’t seem to be doing much damage. Cait was the one with a shot gun, all Sole had was a pistol. They were fucked.

Cait could hear her friend fighting for their life and it seemed to create a new burst of energy in her. She dragged herself up the remaining steps, letting out grunts of pain as she did so.

The stairs were only the first hurdle. Now she was up them Cait had to somehow get on her feet. If she could just stand she could get a shot on that beast. It was in her sight now, but she couldn’t get it from down on the floor.

“H-hold on Sole... I’m gonna get this blighter.” She breathed out, shifting herself into a sitting position. “C’mon Cait... stop being a fecking flower- get up.”

Cait pressed her back firmly against the wall and with every remaining ounce of energy she had in her pushed herself to her feet, using the wall to hold her up. “Over here ye’ ugly bastard!”

Both Sole and the Deathclaw looked over in Caits direction. Soles eyes widening. “Cait! No!” They cried out helplessly as the beast charged Cait.

With a deep breath Cait cocked her gun. “Hail fecking Mary.” She breathed as the beast approached. And just as she was within its reach...

BANG!

The Deathclaw hit the floor, it’s body going limp. It lay there. Gapping hole in its chest. Cait had blown right through the fucker.

“Fecking haunted my arse.” Cait grunted as she slumped back down to the floor. “Sole get me the feck out of here before I bleed out. There’s no fecking way I’m dying before I get a chance to beat yer arse for convincing me to come out here with ye’.”

Curie: Being on the road with Sole was an experience Curie was thoroughly enjoying in her new human form. It opened up the opportunity for her to feel a range of emotions. And she had been making note of each one.

As they made their way along the dusty Commonwealth road Curie couldn’t help but have a slight skip in her step. Sole had promised to show her somewhere extremely interesting, somewhere that she would be able to learn so much.

“Ah Sole.” Curie began, her voice rather chirpy. “Why ave’ you kept where we are going a secret?” Secrets. This was another thing Curie was new to. She found them rather exciting.

Sole glanced to their friend and shot her a cheeky smile. “Because, the look on your face when we get there is gonna be priceless.”

Curie took a few moments. This was a new saying. How could the way her face looked be priceless? What would cause such a thing? Ah well. She was far too excited to question what her friend was saying.

“It as’ been a rather quiet day, no?” Curie commented as she looked around her.

This was a very true statement. Usually when they would make such long journeys like these each day would have some sort of setback. But surprisingly to the two of them it had been very quiet.

Sole nodded, a slight frown forming on their lips. “Yeah... you’re right.” They said quietly, glancing around. “Maybe a bit too quiet.”

One thing the Commonwealth had taught Sole was that you couldn’t trust the quiet. It may have sounded a stupid statement. But it usually meant that something was brewing. Something bad.

“Maybe we should take a break.” Sole mumbled. Usually they would ask Curie whether or not she would like a break. But right now they were deciding. There was a strange feeling in the air now. They needed to catch their bearings.

A exasperated sigh left Curie’s lips. A break now? She was becoming rather impatient. Ah! A new feeling to make a note of.

“Very well.” Curie nodded her head. “But a short one, yes? I am feeling rather excited for wherever it iz we are going.”

Sole gave a slight nod towards and empty diner they had been walking towards. “We’ll catch our bearings in there. Better make sure we have a bit of cover just in case.”

The pair made their way into the long since abandoned diner. There was no sign of anyone being there in a long time. The perfect spot to sit down, get some food in them and all together recharge before they got a move on.

Sole allowed about an hour to pass before looking to Curie. They hadn’t been able to shake that feeling that something was going to go wrong Since Curie had mentioned how quiet it was. It was making them uneasy.

“I think we need to be extra vigilant when we’re back on the road.” They commented casually, trying not to let on just how uneasy they were feeling.

Curie tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. “If you do not mind me asking... why must we be more vigilant?”

Sole shrugged their shoulders. “Oh no reason. It’s just you know how it is. When it’s quiet that’s usually a good indicator that trouble is gonna happen.”

This was not something that Curie knew. This was actually new information. And she was making a mental note of it. “When it iz quiet that means there iz a pozzibility for trouble.” She nodded.

Curie stood up, brushing off some of the dust that had fell on her since they had stopped at the diner. “Well my friend... I think it iz about time we get a move on, no?”

What neither of them had realised that the whole time they had been sitting in the cover of the diner a group of mercenaries had been scouting them out. And Curie standing up had given their sniper a near perfect shot.

“Yeah... yeah let’s get a move on.” Sole agreed. But before they could even get on their feet a shot suddenly zoomed through one of the windows.

Curie had been turning to look at Sole as this happened. But that didn’t stop the bullet from striking her in the neck.

“Fuck! Curie!” Soul quickly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down under the cover of the walls before another shot could be taken. “Shit... shit...” They hissed, quickly applying pressure to the wound.

“I-I ave’ been shot...” Curie gasped. Suddenly she was feeling a range of new emotions she had never felt before. So many that she couldn’t even make a mental note of them.

“It’s gonna be okay... just... Curie tell me what to do.” Sole practically begged as they cradled Curie. They knew whoever had taken that shot was still outside the diner. But right now all they could think about was how much blood was currently pouring out of the bullet wound.

Curie was trying to take deep and slow breaths. She knew that were she to panic as well both of their lives would be at risk.

“You must- you must make us safe, no?” Curie looked into Soles eyes, her own filling with tears. “P-put my and’ on the wound... I will ave’ to keep pressure on eet until we are safe.”

Sole did as Curie instructed. They laid her down, taking one of her hands and placing it over the wound. “Just hold tight okay Curie... I’m gonna kill that bastard and then we’re gonna get you sorted.” Sole assured before they moved away from Curie, to draw any more fire away from her.

It was funny. As she laid there Curie felt peaceful. She knew that she had been shot in a very dangerous spot, and by the amount of blood she had lost she was well aware this could be it. Her life could very well be ending.

She had completely zoned out from the sound of gunfire. She forgot Sole was even there trying to kill whoever had shot her. This was what death felt like? Surely not? Curie had always heard people speak of death in such a negative way. Yet as she lay here she couldn’t help but feel happy.

Curie allowed her eyes to close. Memories running through her mind. A specific one was sticking out. And she didn’t hesitate to allow herself to relive it.

‘Curie! Curie!’ Sole called out, a cheery smile on their face as they entered her new laboratory. ‘Look at what I found for ya.’

Curie let out a gasp of disbelief as she looked at what Sole was holding in their hand. ‘It eez a vault tec Bobble Head?’ She couldn’t hardly believe her eyes.

‘Yeah but look!’ Sole grinned as they pointed to the labcoat the little figure was wearing. ‘It’s a medicine one... I thought you’d like it for you desk.’

A gift? For her? Curie had never received a gift before. And she could hardly hold back her happiness as she took the small figure into her hands

‘Thank you my friend.’ She breathed as she looked up at Sole.

“Curie! Curie!”

Suddenly Curies eyes shot open. She was no longer stood in her laboratory with her friend. She was laying on the hard floor, bleeding out.

“God... Curie don’t close your eyes... please.” Sole begged as they once again took over placing pressure on Curies wound. “We’re safe now yeah- I killed them.” Sole assured.

Curie managed a faint smile. “We are safe.” She agreed, her eyes meeting Soles. Such kind eyes they had. “I don’t believe zhe bullet as’ it’ a major artery...” She breathed. “Otherwise I would not ave’ woken up from that dream. You must patch me up my friend. And zen we may return home, yes?”

Piper: Piper couldn’t help but grin as her and Sole walked along. They were doing one of her favourite activities, following a distress signal.

Understandable this seemed rather odd to be a favoured activity. But Piper couldn’t help it. A distress signal meant one of two things: they were going to save someone or they were going to be too late but there would be a decent news story about what had happened.

She was just glad it was her and Sole out on the road together, following the beep of the signal.

“You know, I don’t think we’ve ever headed this far north before Blue.” Piper commented as she glanced around her. She didn’t recognise this area. This was exciting. Somewhere new!

Sole nodded their head in agreement, matching Pipers grin. “You know I think you may be right Miss Reporter.” They teased, giving her a playful nudge as they continued on their way.

Piper rolled her eyes. Yeah yeah. Back at it with the Miss Reporter. That was something Blue had got into a habit of calling her when she stated the obvious. It was all in good jest of course. She wasn’t really annoyed. In fact ninety five percent of the time she would go along with the joke.

“I’m willing to bet a night of drinks at the Dugout that the signal is coming from over there.” Piper joked as she pointed towards a stretch of the highway that had been turned into a rather rough looking settlement. It was surrounded by cars and trucks, looked pretty fortified from where they were standing.

Sole chuckled and nodded. “You know what Miss Reporter. I think you’re right.” They teased, giving Piper yet another nudge as they walked towards the settlement.

As the duo approached the settlement it seemed as though it was empty. There wasn’t any sign of people, ghouls or mutants. Not even a Bloatfly buzzing around. Strange. But not out of the realms of possibility.

“Maybe whoever it is got lost out here.” Sole commented as they checked the map on their PipBoy. “We’re pretty far out from anywhere. I know a few Minutemen are stationed close by- but if you didn’t know that I guess you’d assume you were all alone.”

Pipers eyebrows raised. She was impressed. Very impressed. Sole wasn’t usually this good at coming up with theories. They usually left that job to her.

“Well Blue... I reckon you might be on to something here.” Piper nodded her head in agreement.

They were getting closer now. There was still no signs of anyone. It was quiet as well. Sole was starting to doubt that whoever had set up the distesss signal was even still out here. It did seem a bit odd but they shrugged that feeling off.

The closer they got the louder the beep got. The distesss signal was definitely coming from one of the shacks situated out here. There was no doubt in either Sole or Pipers mind about that. They had definitely found the right place.

“Blue. I don’t think anyone is out here.” Piper mumbled, slightly disappointed in the outcome. She had been hoping for either a wastelander in need or rescue or at least something interesting she could make a note of. “Damn it, we really walked all this way out here for nothing?”

Sole frowned and nodded their head. “Yeah I think-.”

“STUPID PUNY HUMANS!” A mutant roared as they suddenly came barging out one of the shacks.

Well. This was going to be more exciting than finding nothing at least? That’s whag Piper was thinking to herself in that moment.

“Shit! Mutants! Duck down!” Piper called to Blue.

The duo dived behind seperate cars. It was the only cover they had from the onslaught of bullets the mutant was currently firing at them.

“Brilliant! Just brilliant!” Sole shouted over to Piper, an excited grin spread across their lips. “At least we didn’t walk all this way for nothing now, huh?!”

Piper shook her head. “Oh shut up and start shooting! I can hear more of them... if we don’t hurry up they’re gonna slaughter us!” Even though she was trying desperately to hide it, she was just as excited as Sole.

Piper had been right. There was at least five super mutants shooting at the two of them now. It was a good thing these pea for brains had terrible aim the reporter thought to herself.

What happened next neither of them had expected. One of the mutants had ran over, live bomb in hand. And just before it reached them it’s bomb had gone off. But this set off a series of events. The first being the car Piper had been using for cover also exploding, there had been a mine inside of it. The next thing to happen was the car explosion then setting off a series of mines.

The next thing Piper knew was she was laying in the dirt, caked in blood and grime, staring up at the sky. She couldn’t hear anything. Her ears were ringing. Holy shit. What had just happened?

Piper tried to push herself up, but to no avail. “My legs... I- Blue my legs! I can’t feel them!” Piper screamed. Though she couldn’t even hear herself. Her hearing was muffled. Her lower body numb. Fuck.

Where was Blue? Piper frantically turned her head, trying to catch sight of her friend. But nothing. All she could see was smoke and dust from the explosions. Was she still where she had originally been when hiding? Had the blast been strong enough to send her flying.

Piper began to panic. She couldn’t see Blue. They were dead. The explosion must have killed them. And now the mutants were going to come over and finish her off. Oh god. Poor Nat. She was never going to see her big sister again. She was going to have to fend for herself, the same way Piper had done when their dad had died. No. No! This was cruel. This wasn’t fair.

Just as Piper was ready to cry out for help something grabbed her collar. Fuck. She was being dragged through the dirt. Who the fuck was dragging her? Was it a mutant. Was she being taken by mutants?

Piper dug her hands into the ground. All she could hear was ringing but that didn’t stop her from shouting. “No! No! Blue! Blue help!” She cried out. Trying her hardest to fight against whatever was dragging her along.

Suddenly the dragging stoped, her back was pressed against sometbing metal. She looked up to see the familiar shape of a car. Only difference was this was smouldering and falling apart. Must have been the one that exploded. She couldn’t help but think how mutants had a sick sense of humour.

It was when Piper looked up some hope returned to her. It hadn’t been a mutant dragging her away. It had been Blue pulling her to cover. Oh Blue. She shouldn’t have doubted them.

Good news was her hearing was slowly coming back. She could hear gunshots as she watched Blue shooting from behind cover. They were still fighting. Still trying to save her. She couldn’t help the helpless feeling she had right now. But she knew Blue would do everything they could to keep her safe.

Sole suddenly slumped down, letting out some deep breaths. “That was the last of them.” They breathed, running a hand through their hair.

Just like Piper Sole was covered in dirt and blood. The explosion had been enough to knock them back, but Piper had been at the epicentre. It was a miracle she hadn’t been blown to pieces.

Sole looked at Piper, moving slightly so they could assess her injuries. Fuck she was in pretty bad shape. Her legs seemed to have taken the brunt of the injuries.

“Hold on Pipes... Im Gonna set off a flare.” Sole mumbled as they pulled out the flare gun Preston had given them. They knew there was minutemen in the area. Which meant help would be on the way.

Piper winced as Sole shot the flare up. Wait. That was good. She heard the flare. She wasn’t deaf. “Fuck- Blue.” Piper gasped. Now the initial shock was over she couldn’t suddenly feel the extent of her injuries.

Sole rummaged in their pack, pulling out a Stimpack. “Hold still.” They mumbled softly before injecting Piper. “Help will be on its way okay? We’ll get you straight to a doctor.”

Piper looked up at Blue, tears in her eyes. “Blue... Blue I can’t feel my legs.” She sobbed, the realisation hitting her that this very well could be permanent. “Why can’t I feel my legs? Are they still there?” She hadn’t even looked at them yet. She was too scared. And it was showing.

Sole nodded, moving their hands to her cheeks. “Don’t worry Piper... theyre still there okay? It’s going to be okay.”

Piper nodded slowly, letting out cry of pain as she lifted her hands. Oh god. Her hands. They were... well... they were barely there anymore. She’d lost half of her fingers and she hadn’t even realised. “Oh God Blue... we should have never come out here.”

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If These Walls Could Talk Chapter 1: “Lisa”—Castlevania (Netflix) Fic (Full chapter!!)

Fic Title: If These Walls Could Talk

Synopsis: Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too.

The series, and Adrian’s childhood, told from the perspective of the castle.

Notes: I was writing a different Castlevania fic when I started describing things as if from the castle’s perspective...and I thought that was a very interesting idea, so this happened. The idea was also inspired by Sypha’s “it’s fighting me!" I thought that was really interesting because she was speaking almost as if the castle were a living thing. And, well, I love personifying things.

Also, ever since reading @izabellwit's a loyal heart fic I’ve wanted to try writing something from a non-human perspective. And boy was it worth it. This has got to be one of my favorite fics I’ve written, honestly!

Plus I really wanted to write about Alucard's childhood, and I thought this was a great way to do so somewhat comprehensively, but also concisely. I thought it was just an interesting idea, and that Sypha’s was kind of an offhand comment, but when I rewatched a few scenes for research, I realized…I think this idea is actually supposed to exist within the canon. There are subtler references to the castle having an alive-ness, Sypha’s is just the easiest to catch. I’m curious if anyone agrees, especially after reading.

I have a very limited knowledge of the games, but I'm trying to learn more about them, and really like working in little references to them here and there!

I was originally planning on posting this as one long thing (and I may still do so after I finish), because the sections are very much connected and meant to flow into each other, and I think it’ll be easy to miss things if they’re separate. But I realized it would be easier, both for me to post, and for people to read, in bite size-pieces. Plus it has very clear-cut sections that are easy to split into chapters. So here you go!!

Chapter 1 (of 8), She Came at Sunset:

“Is this how the castle felt to you before my mother first arrived at your door?”

The castle doesn’t like children.

The castle itself pierces the sky, its turrets and towers the dripping stain of the sun’s blood across the moon.

The bare walls hold no colorful tapestries for a child to enjoy, no paintings of its many inhabitants to tell of—for there was only ever one (and maybe that ought not change. It is safe to say the castle doesn’t like change). The royal red and gold carpets are more suited to kings; not designed for spit-up, mud, and scuffing. ‘Don’t play with that’ would be a motto around here; so many contraptions either easy to break, or which could break the child. The fireplaces, while almost always lit, only ever coughed warmth onto the floor before them—no snug space to curl up in, on a winter’s day. Even the mirrors here are empty, holding nothing but a reflection of the bare walls they sit upon.

All these things—or their absence—do not make for the picture of a baby-proof home.

The castle has grown accustomed to being cold and dark, and listening to one master alone. It’s not a quaint place lovers look on and think we’ll raise our kids here someday.

He has been soft before. Once. And that is with this woman.

They always came at night. At night, when the loudest sound is your own breathing. At night, when their fires echoed loudest, and their shouts burned brightest.

She knocked. She didn’t bang her fists upon the stone, didn’t ram pitchforks and assorted insults against the innocent doors, like how-dare-they protect their master.

She knocked, and the doors opened before she could raise her fist a second time. Maybe, just this once, not because they didn’t have any other choice.

At first her steps were the only sound, enough to fool some into thinking they’re alone.

And it became clear both that she was not alone, and not a fool.

But when she saw the demon, she put the knife away, and used her words.

She used her words to repeat those she herself had heard; stories, but not the kind that make monstrous men run at the doors with naughts and crosses; the kind pious people buried along with all evidence that the world wasn’t made of black and white.

Not all the stories told that this place was cold and dark and full of death. Not all the stories make humans want to run at the doors with garlic and arrows, or else stay far away.

Amongst all the stories about death, there were others; stories that said Vlad Tepes brought this castle to life with science, forbidden knowledge, and a little bit of lightning. Stories that say there is life here.

And she dared to say, that this place, its master, should learn to give, when the humans have done nothing but take from them—or try their best to. He ought to be the one to invite her in, to ask what she would like, to dispense pleasant words and kind actions, when the humans forgot they invented hospitality, and showed no invitation for him to even enter their homes. But she didn’t come with a mouth full of garlic, and hands full of superstition. Her feet did not drill holes in the floor with their sharp toll, they wandered the scenic route.

The castle has watched countless men and women cower at foot of count Dracula. Some, do have a measure of god-sanctioned defiance; they come with whips and scourges to defeat him. The castle and the king are bound together in their resolve against them.

Except one. Except this woman, with her mouth full of healing salve and her hands full of curiosity. One human whom both master and castle found themselves reluctant to deny, cast away, or kill, maybe even…taken with.

She may be human, but she was not like the rest; she did not light the night on fire with her thirst for blood.

So maybe, just maybe, they could let one ray of sunlight slip through the cracks.

She was also not devoid of life, and maybe that was the key.

Sunlight. Such a base thing; vampires don’t need the light or warmth to be happy.

Sunlight. Such a base way to die; wanting to get out of the cold and the dark.

“Is this how the castle felt to you before my mother first arrived at your door?”

They were both alive, once.

That waned, with time; the gears got arthritis, the books caught pneumonia, the experiments atrophied. The castle ached before she came.

(Except to create a thing with both their blood running through it.)

So maybe, after all this talk of life, it is fitting that she wants to create life inside this castle.

Fitting, maybe. Fitting for her. But the castle is not mortal yet, and wishes it could protest that it isn’t the right size, refuse to try on the idea.

Dracula speaks to them one day, says he wonders if he can do this, be a father at all, not to mention a good one. The castle cannot reply. But something deep inside the walls wonders if it might be nice to hear Dracula laugh. It might be nice to put on some different clothes. It might be nice be nice for someone new to listen to from time to time. It might be nice to live again.

The castle is concerned. Used to doing things one way, being one way, and only hearing one voice. But that doesn’t mean it is unwilling, that it intends to kill the child.

It never kills anything—Dracula does that. It cannot do anything on its own, and that includes change.

The castle doesn’t like change.

…But that doesn’t mean it won’t.

And if its going to change, its master must change first. They must change together.

Vampires do not have reflections. But Dracula has a castle, and that castle will be damned if it isn’t his mirror.

The castle did not come equipped for child-rearing; there are no rooms full of toys and cradles and school supplies.

So if this is to be, they must build their son’s world themselves.

If a child is to live here, they must change that reflection. Everything Dracula’s castle appears to be, this room will be the reverse. Separate. Something… other than the castle.

Lisa brings in supplies from her town; color and cloth, boards and brushes, needle, and thread, and paper; all the things one needs to build a universe.

But it is the ceiling that is the crowning jewel of the room. Something they paint together—splashing it onto each other’s clothes and noses.

His parents love the stars. They are scholars at soul, and have charted the constellations, walked outside, fingers knit into each other’s, to gaze at them, and they want their child to be able to do the same, even if he’s not outside. At the end of every day they want him to be sung to sleep by the symphony of the night.

The mirror, the room, are empty now. The windows closed. The books and charts dormant as the rest. It is not dead, but it’s not alive either. Not even undead. Just a question. An almost.

The room lays on Frankenstein’s table; just one lightning strike—(or one child’s laugh)—away from breathing.

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Mischief Night | a destiel fic for the Promptus Exchangarama on the @writersofdestiel server

written by myself and @gii-heylittleangel

Summary: Dean and Cas are the last ones to leave the graveyard after they wrap filming for the day and they see a bit more than they bargained for.

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Julian ducks behind one of the large marble headstones, cradling the wound on his side. Wincing, he yanks off his henley, ripping two strips off and folding the rest into a thick square, pressing it over the wound and tying the strips around his torso to hold the fabric to his side. It’s a terrible bandage, but it’ll do until he manages to get out of this graveyard and back to his car. Carefully, Julian peeks around the side of the headstone and immediately regrets it.

He comes face to face with a pair of bowed legs that he’d know anywhere. “Bet you’re wishing you’d kept running, Agent Shurley,” the man sneers, a sliver of moonlight glinting off his blade.

Julian grunts, grabbing onto the headstone as he forces himself to his feet, defiant in the face of the serial killer he’s been hunting for nearly a year. “I’m not running from you, Decker. Only one of us is making it out of this cemetery and it won’t be you.”

Smirking, Decker steps closer and grabs him by the throat. “I guess we’ll see about that.”

“Cut! Great take, let’s reset and we’ll go once more,” Gabriel yells, already turning to talk to his assistant.

Dean quickly releases Cas’s throat, thumb stroking down the side. “That was a really good take.”

Castiel hums, leaning back against the fake headstone behind them. “You did well. Very scary.”

Dean and Cas are shuffled off the set under Gabriel’s orders so it can be reblocked before the next take. They end up in their chairs far behind the camera setup, shoulders brushing as they relax.

“I hate filming in graveyards,” Dean whines, gazing hopelessly around the spacious, dark graveyard their camera crew is currently set up in.

Castiel, his boyfriend of nearly three years and co-star for this movie, smirks. “You’d think after six years doing horror movies, you’d be used to it by now.”

Scowling, Dean leans his head on Cas’s shoulder. “I am used to it, that’s the problem. They’re so creepy. I mean, there are dead people six feet under us.” He shudders.

Castiel smiles, patting Dean’s cheek gently. “Not right under us, but nearby. Only two more scenes and then we can go back to the hotel.”

Dean catches a movement in the corner of his eye, but by the time he turns to look, there’s nothing there. Writing it off as the semi-darkness playing tricks on him, Dean turns to press a kiss to Cas’s temple. “We don’t have to be on set until the afternoon tomorrow,” Dean grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Castiel shoots him a dry look of exasperation, but Dean knows it’s just for show.

They film two more takes before wrapping for the night. Dean and Cas both stick around to help the crew pack up until, eventually, they’re the only two left in the graveyard. Wrinkling his nose, Dean reaches over to grab Cas’s hand. “Let’s get out of here, this is creepy.”

Castiel grins. “What, you don’t want to spend the night strolling through this beautiful graveyard? It could be very romantic.”

Dean shoots him a glare, tugging on his hand to get him moving. “No, I’d like to be out of here as quickly as possible, thanks.”

Castiel laughs, allowing Dean to tug him along. “You don’t want to wait and see if the ghosts decide to show themselves? It is Mischief Night, after all.”

Dean scoffs, turning back to look at his boyfriend. “You can’t really believe in that stuff, can you? Mischief Night is just a night for kids to pull pranks on their neighbors and get away with it, there’s nothing spooky or scary going on.”

Castiel hums, falling into step beside Dean. “Some people say the veil is thinner tonight, with it being the night before Halloween and everything. Perhaps we’ll get the chance to see a real ghost.”

Rolling his eyes, Dean shoulders the bag he’d left near where the crew had been set up, slipping his hand back into Castiel’s almost immediately. “I hope for both our sakes that we don’t.”

Laughing, Castiel squeezes Dean’s hand and the two of them start their long trek through the cemetery. The state of Massachusetts had been kind enough to lend their movie the use of Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge. It’s a huge cemetery and the first garden cemetery in the entire United States. There are more than a few sections that are still unoccupied, so they’d set up shop in an unused part of the cemetery out of respect for people who had loved ones buried there. The set designers had dressed it up with a few fake headstones and some random flowers dotted around, just enough to make it look like a real cemetery. It still didn’t make Dean any less nervous. Cemeteries are objectively creepy, no matter what Castiel says.

“I hope Baby hasn’t been egged,” Cas says idly, peeking at Dean out of the corner of his eye.

Scoffing, Dean rolls his eyes. “Anyone in their right mind would know better than to egg a beauty like her, Cas. Besides, it’s usually houses that get egged, not cars.”

Cas freezes beside him, which tugs Dean to a stop since they’re still holding hands. Frowning, Dean turns to look at him. Cas’s got a mix of terror and awe on his face, which is more than a little disconcerting. “Cas? You okay?”

Hushing him, Castiel nods at a spot to their left. “Tell me you see it too.”

Dean narrows his eyes at his boyfriend before following his line of sight. His heart stops when he finally sees what Cas is looking at. There, off in the distance, is a person. The cemetery closed hours ago, they only had special clearance to be here because of filming. Dean nervously reaches for the pocketknife he keeps in his bag. “Hey, you okay? What’re you doing here so late?”

Castiel slaps a hand over Dean’s mouth, glaring at him. “Sh! You’ll scare it off.”

Dean scoffs. “It? What do you mean by it?”

Castiel just shakes his head, which doesn’t help at all. Frowning, Dean turns back to find the figure gone. “Where’d he go?”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “They disappeared. Back to wherever they came from, I presume.”

Dean raises an eyebrow at Castiel. “You don’t honestly believe that was a ghost, do you?”

Cas cocks an eyebrow at him. “Is it really that unbelievable? We’re in a cemetery on the night people claim the veil is thin.”

“You should believe him.” Dean jumps, head whipping around so he comes face-to-face with a cheery redhead who has her arms crossed over her chest.

“I should? Why’s that?” Dean asks cautiously, scanning the woman from head to toe. She certainly doesn’t look like a ghost.

“It’s not every day you get to talk to a real dead person,” she answers with a grin, eyes flickering between Dean and Castiel. “I’m Charlie, I was murdered by the straights a few years ago.”

Dean snorts, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth in abject horror. Castiel smirks. “The straights can be quite awful, truly.”

Charlie grins. “I’m glad someone finally gets it, jeez. Straight white dudes, right?”

Dean squints at her. “You can’t really be dead. You don’t look like a ghost.”

“Oh, right, because you’ve seen a ghost before?” In the blink of an eye, she disappears entirely, reappearing behind them and prompting Dean to fall flat on his ass in shock.

“Holy fuck, you’re a ghost?”

Castiel’s stifling laughs as Charlie just grins at him. Castiel offers him a hand to help him up, which Dean grudgingly takes.

“Believe me yet?”

Dean scowls at her. “Unfortunately. Shouldn't you be in Heaven or something?”

“Technically, yeah. As far as the angels are concerned, I am. I like to take a few nights to have some fun on Earth, though, and the veil is particularly thin for the next couple of nights, which means people can see me.” She grins, slipping her hands in her pockets. “It’s fun to scare you, mortals. Gives me a break from all the dumb Heaven stuff for a little while.”

Dean squints at her, glancing at Castiel. “You planned this, didn’t you? You hired her to prank me or something?”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “I apologize for my boyfriend, he’s very resistant to things like this, especially when they’re in front of his face like you are. It’s a gift.”

Charlie smirks, raising her eyebrows. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Castiel turns to smile at Dean, lacing their fingers. “A very good one.”

Dean blushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

“She botherin’ you, boys?” A gruff, distinctly New Orleans-tinged voice asks. Dean and Cas turn to find a burly man standing behind them, wearing suspenders over a dark henley and a flat cap perched on his head.

“Oh, Benny, relax. I’m just having some fun!”

Benny smirks, eyes sliding between Dean and Castiel before ultimately settling on Charlie. “Best to keep them away from Alastair. And probably Crowley too, just to be safe.”

Dean glances between them, eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Right, uh, Cas and I should be going anyway, so… nice to meet you.” He grabs Cas’s hand and heads in the direction of the cemetery entrance. Castiel doesn’t fight him on it, thankfully, and they make it a couple of roads up before they encounter another ghost, this one watching them with interest and a smirk that makes Dean’s skin crawl.

“Out here all alone, hm?” he asks, barely glancing at Castiel as his eyes settle on Dean. “Probably not a good idea.”

Dean grips Cas’s hand tighter, clearing his throat nervously. “We’re leaving.”

Before either of them get a chance to move, the ghost is charging at them, eyes entirely white. Dean dives out of the way, dragging Castiel to the ground with him. Both of them are quick to scramble to their feet, only to find themselves face to face with the ghost.

“You’ll be a perfect vessel,” he purrs, grabbing Dean by the throat.

“Alastair! Hands off the humans.”

Dean stumbles back a few steps when he’s released, looking around for whoever had just saved them. He finds a man in a dark black suit, so dark that he nearly blends in with the night.

Alastair smirks. “I found them first, Crowley. I’ve got dibs on Green Eyes.”

Dean takes a few steps back warily, dragging Castiel with him. “Listen, we don’t want any trouble, we just want to get back to our hotel room.”

Crowley sneers, stepping closer. “Oh, you’ll get back to your hotel room alright. Just not in the driver’s seat.”

Crowley takes one step in their direction and Dean pulls Cas to him, taking a few steps back. They look behind them only to find Alastair staring at them with his unnervingly white eyes. Dean lets out a squeak of surprise as he stumbles back, his hand letting go of Cas’s.

“Come on, Green Eyes. We’ll have some fun, maybe scare some humans, huh? I can’t exactly leave the cemetery in this form.” Alastair’s hand comes to Dean’s cheek but Dean ducks, stepping away from the ghost. Alastair sneers, turning to Dean with an annoyed face. “You can’t run, Pretty. Not from me.”

“Okay, you two, leave the humans alone,” Charlie’s voice comes from behind Cas, who jumps as he turns to face her. “You know you’re not supposed to possess any humans and me and Benny won’t let you anyway.”

Crowley snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if you two could stop us.”

Benny raises an eyebrow. “Y’all both know we can, and without even breakin’ a sweat.”

Dean slowly walks to Cas, grabbing his hand when he’s close enough. Dean puts his other hand over Cas’s mouth before he can say anything that will bring the ghosts’ attention back to them and starts pulling him away from them, using their distraction as an advantage.

The four ghosts start to bicker at each other, discussing who’s stronger and how easily they could take the other out. Dean and Cas stare at them for a moment, not sure if they should be scared or consider it a comedy. Cas is the first one to take a few steps back, pulling Dean with him. Dean doesn’t even resist, letting Cas pull him backwards as they stare at the ghosts.

They manage to walk a few feet like that, which makes them start to think they’ll be able to escape the cemetery without the ghosts noticing. They turn to run through the last roads but before they can take two steps, Crowley appears in front of them. “Hello, boys.” He shakes his head lightly, lips pursed in disappointment. “So, you two thought you could just sneak out of here? You do remember we are ghosts, right? Not that easy to trick us.”

Alastair materializes on Cowley’s right, his arms crossed over his chest. “Very naughty of you two. Leaving without us? Tsk, tsk, that’s not our agreement.”

Dean and Cas turn to run in the other direction, getting separated when their hands untangle. Dean runs towards the right, but Alastair appears in his view and makes him stop in his tracks. Alastair smiles at him. “I thought we covered this, Green Eyes. You can’t hide, not forever, and I’m the only one here that has eternity to play seek.”

Cas runs towards the left and he’s able to take a few more steps than Dean before Crowley appears in front of him with a snarky smile. “Come on now, angel. We can have some fun, don’t you think?”

Cas shakes his head, dodging Crowley as he keeps running, trying to get away from him. Crowley only smirks, disappearing again. He appears in front of Dean, who is trying to make his way to the cemetery’s gate. Dean stops so suddenly that he almost falls on his back.

“Oh, c’mon. What, you two get your kicks chasing humans?”

Crowley shrugs. “Well, it is fun, especially when the humans are as dumb as you two are.”

Dean rolls his eyes but doesn’t stay still long enough to reply, starting to run to his right, toward Cas. They meet in the middle and run towards the gate, not even worrying about their stuff. Alastair materializes in front of them, making them stop in their tracks and start running in a different direction.

Crowley and Alastair play with them for a long time, each time making them run back into the cemetery and getting them as far away from the gate as they can. Dean and Cas start to get tired, their steps losing intensity and not long after, their breath comes out shallow, and they don’t have enough time to get it back to normal.

Charlie watches the two with a smile on her face, laughing every time Dean or Cas almost fall on the ground. Benny has an annoyed expression, his brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest as he stares at Crowley and Alastair playing with the humans.

After what must be almost an hour or more, he pokes Charlie in her ribs, taking her attention away from the humans. “We should do somethin’, Charlie. Help those two before Crowley and Alastair get tired of just playin’ with them and actually possess them.”

Charlie sighs but nods. “Yeah, fine. The last thing we need is those two dicks out there in the world, again. But you have to admit, it’s pretty funny.” She waggles her eyebrows at him.

Benny tries to fight the smile on his lips but ends up giving up. “Alright, yeah, it is. But I think they’ve suffered enough.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

Charlie and Benny disappear only to appear in front of Dean and Cas, making the two stop on their tracks. Alastair and Crowley materialize themselves in front of Charlie and Benny, who have their arms crossed over their chests and brows arched. Crowley and Alastair stare at the two ghosts, squinting their eyes at them.

“You two are going to protect the weak humans, eh?” Alastair’s the first one to speak, giving a snarky smile.

Charlie shrugs. “You can count it more as trying to keep you two idiots here. I don’t think the world needs to have you two out there again.”

Benny looks at Dean and Cas, nodding towards the cemetery gate. “Get your things and go. We’ll keep ‘em here.”

Dean grabs Cas’s hand and they start taking a few steps back to where Dean’s bag had been discarded earlier. The sunrise illuminates their path as they walk slowly, still keeping their gazes locked on the four ghosts.

Charlie sighs as she rolls her eyes. “C’mon, man, me and Benny can take care of these two, just go!” She waves her hand at them, an invisible force pushing them to walk faster or they would both fall on the ground.

Dean and Cas look at each other, then at the ghosts, before looking at each other again. They give a small nod to each other and start running towards Dean’s bag, Dean grabbing it as they keep running to the gate.

Charlie chuckles, rolling her eyes softly as she turns to the other ghosts. “These humans, always so scared.”

Crowley and Alastair scoff at her, Crowley walking closer to her. “Why would you let them get away? They were ours.”

Charlie shrugs as Benny answers, “They’re not yours and they deserve to get out of this cemetery as themselves, not as you two.”

Alastair growls and disappears. Benny also disappears, reappearing in front of Dean and Cas again, with Alastair in front of him. “Face it, Alastair, you’re not gettin’ ‘em,” Benny’s voice sounds flat as if he’s just bored with Alastair. He looks at Dean and Cas and waves his hand at them. “Go on, he won’t get to you.”

Dean and Cas walk past the two ghosts, walking backwards as they stare at them, worried to let them out of their sight. Benny sighs and waves at them again, making them turn and a force pushes them to run. They don’t even fight it, just start running to the Impala, which is now only ten feet from them.

When they get to the car, they turn to look at the ghosts as the sun finally gets full in the sky. The four ghosts vanish before their eyes, Dean and Cas’s eyes widening. They stare at each other, not knowing what to do.

Dean shakes himself and stares at Cas in annoyance. “Are you happy now? We saw four ghosts and two of them wanted to use as meat suits.”

Cas sighs as he opens the passenger’s door. “Can we please just go, Dean? I don’t want to see any other ghosts.”

Dean scoffs, sliding behind the wheel. “Oh, now you don’t wanna. You better not. I think we’ve had enough experience for a lifetime.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes, staring at the road in front of them, until Dean starts to laugh. Cas stares at him with his brows frowned and his head tilted. “Dean, why are you laughing?”

“Dude, we just spent a night in a fucking cemetery, running from ghosts who wanted to use us as meat suits. This would be a hell of a story for a movie.”

Cas chuckles lightly. “Yeah, just not a horror one. But I’m sure Gabriel would love to direct it anyway.”

Dean nods softly, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I’m sure he would.”

#destiel #destiel fanfic #ghosts #horror #writersofdestiel #my writing

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schrodingers-rufus · 7 years

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So. Marble Hornets Haunted House AUs.

Historically, I tend to inflict Haunted House AUs on every fandom I find myself in. (And I’m not talking literal haunted houses here; I’m talking about those places that pop up around Halloween or year-round, where you walk through spooky sets and actors jump out at you. Sometimes there are free-roaming actors in scarezone-type things.) I just...love haunted houses/haunts. Very much. And therefore it becomes fun to think about how a cast of known characters might behave in one of them.

Harbly Marblies, however, is a little tougher, because here we’ve got a cast of characters who are living in a modern-day world where haunts would exist...but who are also deeply traumatized by supernatural spookythings, probably to the point where there is no chance in hell you’d ever get them through the front doors of a haunt.

So we’ve got some options here. Here are a couple of them.

(Cut because holy cow this post got longer than I expected.)

Option #1: Everything Is Fine AU. Nobody’s been affected by the Operator, but for the sake of recognizable characterization, everybody’s still got some existing issues. Let’s say this is the October after the movie shoot, so now the gang all knows each other.

Going to the haunt was Alex’s idea, because of course it was. Brian may be the Alpha Extrovert of the gang, but Alex is the Idea Guy. Alex comes up with stuff to do, and Brian’s the one who actually ropes most of the gang into doing it.

Alex: “It’s Halloween. This is what people do��on Halloween. If you’re too old to go trick-or-treating, you get drunk or you get scared.”

Brian: “Or both.”

Alex: “Definitely both.”

Jay tags along because he guesses Alex is a friend, and friends hang out, right? That’s what they do? Also he’s been curious about this place for years, but it’s not like people go to haunts by themselves. And they definitely don’t bring cameras. That would be weird. (He definitely was planning to go by himself the previous year and upload footage from it in case the internet might take interest, but he got struck down by midterms and a nasty cold and had to miss it.)

Tim’s not sure if he can handle it, but Brian’s going, and maybe if he makes himself small enough the scareactors won’t notice him. Also, a part of him cynically points out, he’s probably seen worse.

Jessica’s going because Amy’s going because Alex’s going. Amy might or might not be hoping Jessica latches onto Brian in fear. Or Brian’s cute friend Tim, but she doesn’t really know if Tim’s on the market. Maybe Jay? She barely knows Jay, but she’s not sure if she wants to inflict him on her poor sweet roommate. They’d probably just stare awkwardly at each other for hours, and cute as that is, it’s lacking in passion. Also she heard a rumor that Jay has secret cameras set up in his apartment, so not the place for romance.

Seth and Sarah tag along because they don’t have anything else going on that night, and they get discount tickets through the university. Also Sarah and Brian have a running bet that Seth’s going to try to use her as a human shield when something scary jumps out.

Everybody piles into the disaster of a minivan Brian inherited from his parents. (Everyone except Sarah and Seth, that is, because they want an easy out in case the place sucks.)

The structure of this place: Five “mazes”, a couple of “scarezones”, and a few food trucks/pop-up food vendors. The whole thing’s held in a pair of old warehouses, and it makes the property-owners enough money that they keep the warehouses empty in the off-season. It’s like the Spirit Store of haunts.

Alex is insistent: They’re doing all five mazes, crowds be damned.

The Line of Suffering--i.e. the order they follow when going through the first couple mazes--is structured thus: Alex out front, with Amy behind him. Jessica’s holding onto the back of Amy, and Jay’s behind her (trying very carefully not to lay hands on her). Brian’s behind Jay, with Tim next to him, gripping his arm like a vice. Seth and Sarah bring up the rear. (Seth is indeed using Sarah as a human shield, but since they’re at the back of the line, this means she’s behind him, defending from any surprise threats from behind. She thinks he’s an idiot, but she’s endeared.)

Alex tries Very Hard not to jump when scareactors target him. And oh do they target him. They know an easy mark showing off for his girlfriend when they see one, and he’s painting a target on his forehead by leading the group.

Jay knows there’s a method to the madness. He’s seen enough horror movies (and watched enough haunt walkthrough videos online in preparation) to recognize the old tricks--hallways lined with doors, windows that can snap open, a room full of dummies mixed in with actors--and he is ready. His head’s on a swivel, camera roving over every inch of the walls. They won’t get him. They won’t. He has to keep the camera steady or the footage won’t come out right. He wonders if he’ll have to go through each maze twice, once with night vision and once without, like the other walkthrough channels do.

Tim knew this was a bad idea. He’s praying that he hasn’t actually bruised Brian’s arm, but he knows he’s probably left a mark. Seeing things twitching at the edges of your vision is one thing, but having a real, solid person in a rubber mask jumping out at you activates a whole different set of instincts. Tim nearly socked the first guy in the face, and since then, his grip on Brian’s arm is half to steady him and half to keep himself from reeling back and doing it again.

Amy thinks this is the best time she’s had in months. Jessica’s in a constant state of “AMY WHY”. Alex is Amy’s meatshield, while Amy’s Jessica’s meatshield. It works out.

Brian doesn’t want to let on how much this place unsettles him, but it’s really starting to wear on him. After the second maze, Tim asks if he wants to duck out and get a hot dog or something, and Brian happily agrees.

After Maze #3, Alex insists that “we should all stop for a snack” (because he’s getting burned out, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to say that). The gang sees Brian and Tim finishing off a truly ridiculously large order of chili cheese fries. Alex didn’t even notice they were missing.

Jay is exhausted from being so wound up and too wound up to calm down. He wonders if the scareactors are allowed to mess with people at the picnic tables. He wonders if he’ll die if he drinks a can of Coke with his burger. He buys it anyway. He leaves the camera running. Tim sees his hands shaking and gives him a look. Jay doesn’t think anyone who ducked out after two mazes is qualified to be giving him a look.

Seth and Sarah leave early. Seth says he has a project he has to get started on. Sarah wants to point out that it’s the middle of fall break and that he literally told her this morning that he didn’t have any homework over the break, but she doesn’t need to. Even Jay seems to have noticed how flimsy his excuse is. Sarah’s pretty wiped anyway, so she basically says, “So long, suckers,” and leaves the rest of them to suffer without their Rear Guard.

Tim and Brian rejoin the gang for Maze #4, now emotionally recharged and full of chili cheese fries.

Alex is very, very tired of being out front, but there are only two more and he just needs to power through it. (Also, he doesn’t feel like it’s right to force anybody else to take the lead, and nobody’s asked, so he’ll just suck it up and keep going. Somebody has to be out front, and it might as well be him.)

This house has a trick where a hatch slides open at about knee-level, and a scareactor reaches out for your legs--not close enough to touch, but close enough to make you notice. Jay doesn’t see it coming. He makes a truly embarrassing noise, a noise that will forever be immortalized on film. (No, he’ll edit it out in post.) At this point, Jay is well and truly shaken. He thinks he sees spots flashing in front of his eyes, but it’s too dark to really tell. It’s probably from the strobes from earlier. Maybe he’s breathed too much fog machine fog. (Is it true that stuff can burn holes in your lungs?) Jay’s fine. Really, he’s fine.

The gang shares a look of weary resignation before getting in line for Maze #5.

The last maze is alien-themed, something about invaders from another dimension. It’s new this year, and it shows. The animatronics are smoother, the sound design is great, and the makeup is--

One of the monsters has no face, just pale latex skin stretched taut.

Brian’s not sure why Tim just hid his face against his back, but he’s not going to make him move. Sure, he’ll miss the neat sets--Brian’s especially partial to the rusted-out feel of the old spaceship; it reminds him of Alien--but Brian’ll tell him about them later. Brian inches forward, and Tim follows, gripping the back of Brian’s sweatshirt for dear life. Brian wonders if they’ll have enough time to get another snack before they leave; chili cheese fries may not fix anything, but they seemed to help before.

The maze culminates in a brief scripted battle, as a pair of actors wearing scuffed-up space suits fire on the aliens while strobe lights fire off from a truss above the set.

Jay thinks something feels off.

Jay wakes up outside the maze, splayed out across the grass and surrounded by paramedics. No, he doesn’t have a history of epilepsy. No, it’s probably just anxiety, really, we don’t need to go to the hospital.

Jay wakes up in the hospital.

A few hours later, he’s finally released. (Brian stays in the waiting room while Alex and the rest of the gang drops Tim off at his apartment to get his car. Yeah, I’m good to drive. Just a bit shaken, that’s all. No, really, you stay here, and I’ll go. I hate waiting rooms.)

Jay comes out with a doctor’s warning and a six-month driving ban. (Tim snickers into his hand when Jay tells him.)

Jay laments the fact that his footage for the last maze is unusable and asks if they can go again. Tim somehow manages to give him a look while still keeping his eyes on the road. Jay’s as impressed as he is offended.

Option #2: The Gang Runs the Haunt AU. Alex’s family runs a haunt and they’re short on help, so Alex ropes the gang into helping him.

The Kralie haunt is pretty small-scale, as haunts go, but it’s been in the family for generations. (Well, Alex’s dad and grandfather started it in the early 80s, so Alex thinks that counts as “generations”.)

Growing up around all this stuff helps mold a young mind sometimes, and while Alex is still pretentious as all get-out, he wants to make horror movies. He wants to elevate the genre.

Alex suggested to his grandfather that they try one of those “intense”, full-contact haunts one year. His grandfather looked him straight in the eyes and told him that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard, but if he wanted to be an idiot, he could make his own haunt.

(Alex did not have the resources to make his own haunt. He’s still biding his time. Waiting.)

Jay tagged along with Alex’s family to an out-of-state haunt convention that spring, and he helped them pick out some spotlights and a new projector effect.

This may have been what planted the seed in Alex’s head for an idea that August: friends = free labor, right?

Jay agrees to help build sets and set up lighting on the condition that he’d be able to shoot some footage for his midterm project on-set. (The thing’s not due until mid-October, so the sets’ll be done with enough time to film and edit, right?)

Brian agrees to do the same on the condition that he’d be able to play a monster on the weekends. (From Alex’s perspective, that was a no-brainer; double the free labor!)

Tim agrees because he knows Alex is garbage at sound design, and he’d like to do something that’s actually helpful for once.

Amy’s been looking into being an SFX makeup artist (maybe as a full-time job, maybe on the side; competition is steep) so she wants all the practice she can get.

Amy tries to convince Jessica that monster makeup’s “just like regular makeup, really! It’s easy! Come on, I can’t do all the actors myself!”

Monster makeup is not just like regular makeup. Jessica feels a lot more comfortable painting sets, but she doesn’t want to throw Amy under the bus, so she also does a little bit of the makeup, too. She thinks her monster stuff looks awful, and from the look on Amy’s face, she knows she agrees. At least the haunt is dark.

Alex picks up a pair of stilts at a nearby Goodwill and begs Amy to design a monster for them.

Various ideas are brought up and shot down, including The Obvious. Tim vocally objects to The Obvious, for Obvious reasons. Alex concedes.

The haunt that year is themed after a haunted crypt (just like it was the past five years), so they wind up with Alex dressed as an eight-foot reaper in a cloak. (The cloak is to cover up the stilts.) Alex thinks it’s corny. (He secretly likes lurking around and looming into the edges of people’s field of vision. It’s satisfying. He Likes To Be Tall.)

Alex initially plans to make Brian a forgettable background skeleton, but then his mother has the idea to make Brian into a skeletal “barker” character who stands out front and improvises banter with the guests. Brian’s been taking some improv classes since that summer, and the improvements are noticeable. (Alex entirely blames the classes. No way was his lousy script to blame for Brian’s lackluster performance that summer. Alex is a genius. Brian’s just a psych major.)

Alex calls Brian “The Cryptkeeper” once. Only once.

Brian knows too many puns.

(Ten years later, Jay thanks every deity he can name that Undertale didn’t exist during the fall of 2006.)

The sets come together in time (barely).

Jay shoots what he needs for his project in time (not really, but what’s a few all-nighters among friends).

After an extended battle with a speaker rig that looks like it hasn’t been updated in fifteen years, the ambient sound design comes together in time (barely).

Jessica looks up lots of makeup tutorials.

The First Weekend of October Is Coming.

Actors: hired

Rehearsals: done

Costumes: done

Lighting and sound: checked and re-checked

Sets: safety regulation compliant

Everyone: smells like liquid latex and fake fog

The First Night Arrives.

Alex has a fever of 103. His parents say that, between school and the haunt, he must’ve overexerted himself.

Alex has seen Tim coughing the past week or so. Alex knows Tim is Patient Zero. Tim should’ve dropped out the second he started coming down with something; now he might’ve spread it to the whole crew.

Alex calls Tim up and curses him out through a sore throat. Tim can barely understand what he’s saying. Tim eventually hangs up.

It’s an hour until doors open, and somebody needs to wear the reaper outfit.

Brian’s already in costume as the barker, Amy and Jessica are busy, and everyone knows the last thing Alex will want to hear is that Tim took his part.

So that leaves Jay.

Jay has never worn stilts before.

Jay has never scared people before.

(Not on purpose, at least.)

Jay tries his best.

Mercifully, he doesn’t fall over, but he does get close a few times. He has to grip the foam-painted-to-look-like-stone wall for support for most of the night. The cloak would look baggy on anyone, but Jay’s swimming in it.

He still gets a few good scares in. (He sees why Alex likes it. It’s a power thing, he thinks.)

The next few weekends, once Alex is back on his feet, Jay shoots promotional footage of the guests going through the haunt. Jay prefers this job; he gets to dress in stagehand-black and lurk around the sets trying not to be noticed.

He gets some of his best footage out front, watching Brian. The guy really is a natural at this.

Tim stays backstage every weekend, monitoring lights and sound. Jay gets a little footage of him, too, to his mild annoyance.

Jay tapes interviews with Jessica and Amy one Saturday before the doors open. Amy turns the whole thing into a tutorial, seemingly out of pity after Jay stumbles through a couple of awkwardly worded interview questions.

When Alex’s family realize he didn’t set aside any money in the budget to pay his friends, they swiftly correct the error. The gang doesn’t make much, still, but it’s a nice surprise.

October ends. The sets are dismantled. The costumes are put away.

Brian tells Alex that if he ever needs more help next year, he’ll try to be around.

Brian’s off to medical school at the end of spring semester, but he's going to try to get into a program in the area. Alex rolls his eyes and tells him that maybe they’ll be able to come up with a mad doctor for him to play.

“Mad psychiatrist.” Brian wiggles his eyebrows.

“Isn’t that an oxymoron?”

“Not as often than you’d think.”

Jay cuts his footage into a trailer for the website. Alex’s family is thrilled. Jay asks if can bring his camera to the haunt convention next year, and the answer is a resounding “absolutely”.

Jay might have found His Element.

It gets worse when he discovers that unsolved crime forums are a thing.

Then Jay’s either traveling around taping haunt walkthroughs or trespassing on private property looking for evidence.

Alex thinks Jay would make a great character in one of his movies.

The gang keeps coming back year after year, especially Jay and Tim. Brian has to miss a few years because of school. Jessica ends up at a grad school out of state but comes back as a guest a few times. For Tim and Jay, though, it’s decent seasonal work.

Alex is still trying to elevate the genre. Tim and Jay have a running bet on how long it’ll take for one of Alex’s movies to get wide enough distribution to win a Razzie.

Everything Is Actually Fine

#marble hornets #tim wright #jay merrick #alex kralie #brian thomas #jessica locke #amy walters #haunted house au #plotbunnies #You Have Activated My Special Interest #my fanfiction #sort of

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i-w-p-chan · 7 years

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Miss- err, Mr. and Mr. Croft, Part 9/Legend, Part 1

Important Author Note: Unless it is specified who says which part, the dialogue typically alternates between Tsuna and Hayato.

WARNINGS: OOC, Language (there is a lot of cursing), Violence, Indiscriminate Killing (Tomb Raider Typical Killing- applies to humans, animals, and mythical creatures), Dialogue Heavy, Set In The Tomb Raider Games 'Verses, So May Not Make A Whole Lot Of Sense If You Don't Know TR (unless you, like me, don't mind that), Uses Dialogue From The Game, Collection of Snippets/Drabbles/Scenes Featuring Tsuna's And Hayato's Adventures In The TR Games, Beware Of Unexpected Mood Whiplashes, Ship Teasing, Slight BoyxBoy (why do I even warn about this anymore?), Platonic 5927 (To The EXTREEEEEEEME!), Snark, Badass Tsuna And Hayato, Badasses In Dresses, Perverted Swords, Cute Hammers, And As Always: Shameless Self-Indulgence/Ridiculousness.

Disclaimer: Don't own TR or KHR.

Legend

"You know, I think you both forgot your climbing gear on purpose."

Tsuna giggled, "What would give you that idea?"

Hayato gasped, mock-offended, "I can't believe you're grouping me with that."

Tsuna sniffed, "You wish you could get you a piece of this." Tsuna leaned back, hanging onto a ledge on the side of the mountain with only one hand, completely ignoring the straight, very dangerous drop down, and gestured to his own body.

Hayato groaned and put his forehead on the ledge; and then he pulled away to mock-gag.

Hayato climbed the ledge, "Alister, meet Tiwanaku. She's a lovely pre-Incan civilization, currently in ruins."

"Delighted."

Hayato looked around, then back at Tsuna who was still dangling from the ledge, "Are you going to dangle forever?"

Tsuna huffed, "Glad I have your attention." Tsuna pulled himself up the ledge, rising into a handstand, continuing into a slow, deliberate flip forward, and steadily landing in a standing position.

"Show off."

Tsuna preened.

"That… was too close."

Tsuna and Hayato watched the rock slide past them, "It's fine, Zip. We had worse close calls."

"Yeah, like that one with a giant T-rex."

Hayato and Tsuna shuddered in unison.

"Is that a skull of a monkey or a person? Spooky."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Well, I don't want to know."

"Looks like you'll be going forward."

"Yes. But how?"

"With patience and persistence." Hayato looked pointedly in Tsuna's direction.

Tsuna huffed, "Alright, I get it! No literal punching through the walls and doors in ancient ruins."

"Glad we got that cleared up."

"Man, this place is weird and complicated."

Tsuna shook his head, "You weren't there for St. Francis Folly."

"Or the Coliseum."

"Or Midas' Palace."

"Remember the Cistern?"

"And Khamoon's Obelisk?"

"You two, I get it, stop referencing your old adventures."

"But it's fun~"

"You two in one piece?"

"And still breathing."

"Technically, we're two pieces."

"Sure didn't look like it."

"Why, Zip, Tsuna and I have been working together for years. Synchronized dodging and acrobatics is just the tip of the ice-berg."

"The dais looks exactly like the one from the chamber all those years ago."

"Yes." Hayato narrowed his eyes, "Now, who are those people?"

Tsuna smiled, his eyes cold, "How about we go and see for ourselves?"

That was when one of the mercenaries on the other side of the bridge noticed them and shot at them. The bullets sailed harmlessly in the space between Tsuna and Hayato.

"Hold your fire!" Ordered a man from next to the mercenary, "Lara Croft!" The man waved at them.

Hayato raised an eyebrow while Tsuna narrowed his eyes on the blonde who started to walk away from the man and headed to the helicopter off to the side.

"I've been hoping I get to meet you." The man then turned towards the mercenaries, "At ease. We're just gonna talk." The man then walked across the bridge; Hayato walked forward to meet him halfway in the middle of the bridge, Tsuna right behind him.

"I'm listening," Hayato said as he and the man stopped at a distance from each other. Tsuna stopped as well, his eyes still trained on the helicopter.

"Have you found a piece of this?" The man took out a piece of black metal with engravings on it. The piece was very familiar.

Hayato let out a controlled breath. That piece greatly resembled a part of the sword sheathed in the stone dais where Amelia disappeared.

"Is this what led you here?"

"Where did you find that?"

"It doesn't matter." It did matter, Hayato's grip on his guns tightened, "What's important is what it does. Do you know?"

"What I know is my business!"

"So, you don't then. That means you don't have the piece." The man turned back and then towards them, "Amanda said that you were sloppy. You should have paid more attention in Paraiso!" He said as he turned around again.

"Amanda?" Hayato turned to Tsuna, whose eyes were narrowed at the helicopter near the dais, "Amanda's dead. What the hell do you know about Paraiso?"

"We're going to Paraiso?" Hayato carefully observed Tsuna.

"Yes."

"Do you think Amanda Evert may not have died down there?"

Tsuna nodded, "Which begs the question of why she hid away if she survived. Why didn't she approach us? Or contact us?"

"She wouldn't if she thought that we left her to die."

"We did? We did, didn't we?"

"Tsuna, you were hurt. I couldn't save both you and her at the same time. Especially with the place filling up with water. Between you and her, you know which of you I'll always choose." Hayato stared intently at Tsuna.

Tsuna stared back, "Well, yeah. I know. I'd do the same."

Hayato patted Tsuna on the back, "Alright. Let's head to Peru."

"There is only one bike."Tsuna headed towards the bike.

"Heyheyhey! How about I drive and you watch out for any mercenaries?"

"But you're a slow driver, Hayato."

"Humor me."

"… … … …fine!"

Hayato stared down at the ground where the hole they descended through in the dig all those years ago was boarded up; a quick look at Tsuna showed him in a similar state: remembering the creature down below- covered in black smoke, with glowing eyes and sharp claws.

"Tsuna-"

"No attempting to force a bond with strange mystical creatures. I get it, Hayato."

Anaya looked between the two worriedly.

Hayato stared at the shoe in Tsuna's hands, "Oh."

"It's been unlaced."

"She… survived."

"Now we know that without a shadow of doubt."

The two shared a look, "We should go look for her."

"After we're done here."

"Right."

"The tip was broken off."

"Hey! That-!"

"Yeah!"

"We've seen this before!"

"In Japan!"

The two shared a look and grinned, "Time to visit your country of origin, Tsuna."

"Heh. A classic meeting with the Yakuza. Eh, Hayato? Wouldn't that be funny."

"Hush, you."

And then the call from Anaya came.

"He wants to meet us at Nishimura's?" Tsuna's eyes sparkled.

"…" Hayato observed Tsuna's excitement, "You like Nishimura."

"Huh?" Tsuna looked at Hayato, while Anaya side-eyed Tsuna with an amused look, "Well, he's a nice guy."

"'A nice guy' huh?"

Tsuna rolled his eyes at Hayato and returned his attention to Zip, ignoring the snort and muffled laughter coming from the other end of the line, "Takamoto doesn't know that we're friends?"

"Nope. All he knows is that Nishimura's hosting a corporate party tomorrow night and you'll meet him there."

"Fu~" Tsuna smirked, "Better and better."

Hayato sighed fondly, "Great. Now he's got ideas."

Tsuna merely turned his smirk in Hayato's direction.

"We'll be heading there straight away."

"I need to find something to wear first!"

"Of course, Tsuna."

Hayato and Anaya shared a look and burst into silent laughter.

"What happened last time you and Takamoto got together?"

Tsuna made a face, "Do you have to phrase it that way?"

Hayato ignored him, "He was trying to pass off forged relics from the Asuka period, and conventional reason doesn't work with Yakuza." Hayato smirked and looked at Tsuna who smirked back at him and fluttered his eyelashes as he adjusted the low neckline of his little, black dress.

"But you let him go."

"Hey, Hayato, how's my hair?"

"You look fabulous, Tsuna."

Tsuna preened.

"And now we're going to have a useful conversation," Hayato told Zip, "It's turned out quite nicely."

"Now." Tsuna beamed, "Let's go~"

"At ease, Tsuna. One would think you have a crush on Nishimura."

"So what if I do?" Tsuna sent a coy look towards Hayato, completely ignoring the choking and coughing sounds accompanied with muffled chuckles from the communication device.

"Fine. Let's go meet your crush, Tsuna."

"Welcome, Tsuna-kun, Hayato-kun. You have been enjoying my little party?"

"We're enjoying it very much, Toru-kun." Tsuna smiled.

Hayato wanted to melt into the ground just to not third-wheel for Tsuna, but he couldn't bring himself to do that because he had to chaperone. So he contended himself with letting Tsuna do all the talking.

"When Takamoto arrives, however, it may cause you some inconvenience."

Nishimura walked over to them and put a hand to Tsuna's bare shoulder, looking at him, over at Hayato who merely nodded, then back at Tsuna, "Take care. He is a very dangerous man when his interests differ from yours."

Tsuna's mouth curved into a smirk, his eyes were half-lidded, "You'd be amazed at how persuasive I can be, even with dangerous men."

Hayato skillfully covered a snort.

"I am convinced." Nishimura smiled at Tsuna, "I am dangerous too, you remember."

Tsuna's smirk softened into a smile.

"But please, enjoy the party while you can." Nishimura lightly patted Tsuna's shoulder once before letting it go, "And good luck."

After the two exited the office, Tsuna sighed, "He didn't even look at my dress."

"I think it's difficult to not look at your dress."

"Action dress rip? You're doing action dress rips now?"

"Yes."

"Like the fanservice wasn't enough already."

"What fanservice?"

"Never mind."

Hayato took off his suit jacket, "Maybe I should have worn a dress, too."

"The suit is not good enough for mobility?"

"Yeah. I think a dress with side-slits, maybe something with Chinese design, would have been better."

Tsuna and Nishimura chuckled.

Hayato huffed, "Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. Now, Tsuna, the roof?"

"Look at that bike~"

"I'll-"

"I'll drive."

Hayato nodded frantically, "Okay!"

"HOLY SHIT THERE ARE DOGS!"

"YOU JUST KILLED THE THREE YAKUZA WHO JUST CAME AT US WITH A FUCKING GRENADE AND YOU'RE FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE DOGS?!"

Tsuna leaned back slightly and raised an incredulous eyebrow, "Wow. Angry much?"

Hayato threw his arms in the air and stormed off.

"Hey! Wait!"

Tsuna and Hayato dodged the green energy ray aimed their way, shot off by Takamoto directly from the sword fragment attached to the top of a staff like a blade of a spear.

Tsuna grinned, summoning his flames and shocking Takamoto, "Now we're talking, eh?"

Hayato used the distraction to climb up a pole to reach the upper area where Takamoto stood, and raised his rifle.

Tsuna and Hayato turned towards the direction the sound of the helicopter was coming from.

"Nishimura's got a chopper outside waiting for you."

"Oh, Toru-kun." Tsuna put a hand to his chest, "You're my favorite."

"What am I?" Hayato petulantly crossed his arms over his chest, "Chopped liver?"

"Hush, you. Let me enjoy the sight of my knight in a pristine white suit."

"Yeah. All you're missing is the white dress. But maybe the black dress is more fitting?"

"It's still a little early to be talking marriage."

"We can always get into the postcard business."

Tsuna gestured towards the magnificent waterfall in front of them, "So many wonderful views I would love to take a picture for. I agree."

"Look, there."

"Ugh. I see them now."

"Shall we go see what they're up too?"

"Isn't that why we're here in the first place?"

"Now, let's jump."

The two jumped forward, diving into the waters below, in-synch.

"Or," Zip added, "You can get into the Olympics for synchronized diving."

"There is that, too." Tsuna chuckled.

"Tsuna, in the Olympics?" Hayato snorted, "He'll get a kick out of picking extravagant diving techniques."

"Only if you can shoot this far."

"Well, I can fire farther than that."

"Tsuna, down boy."

"Ah. The classic get the traps functioning again to be able to continue. Heaven forbid that we can easily pass with no traps in the way."

Tsuna looked at the four sets of rotating blades, two at the bottom and two at the top. Two sets rotated to the other end of the hallway, while the other two rotated towards the other end.

"Reminds you of anything?"

"Yeah."

"Egypt," The two said in unison.

"What happened?" Tsuna asked, worried about the silence from the other line of the communication.

"I don't know." Hayato furrowed his eyebrows, "But I don't like it."

"Let me show you." Rutland used green energy to float up to a platform above him.

Hayato and Tsuna shared a look; the energy looked very similar to the one Takamoto used.

Tsuna then looked at Rutland, "How about I show you?"

Tsuna summoned his flames.

"What?"

Hayato shot at Rutland, "Pay attention~ You don't want to get hit by a stray bullet or something similar, do you?"

Rutland looked from Tsuna to Hayato, "You-!"

"He sees~" Tsuna cooed, "Now… back to business."

"Well. Off to Kazakhstan."

"I don't think I need to tell you to pack warm?"

"No," Tsuna said, "You don't. But I intend to be cold."

"Can you do that? Be cold, I mean?"

"You'd be surprised."

End chapter 9

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Roleplay Server Log #157

“Fake Steve, Another Night at the Bar, Alexis, Herabrine, Noah and the Spooky Clown”

[Lie] Hands Notch a wool block-

[Notch] Thank you Lie, honestly.... - starts scrubbing the mess off the counter.

[Stevie] Father! My hands are dirty!

There is a sudden loud thud at the door. A strange Steve has just walked right into the wall beside the door leading into the bar. The Steve stumbles back and feels around himself as if blind. He finds the door and stumbles through.

He stands straight and tilts his head back, strutting stiffly into the bar with his face almost looking at the ceiling. He walks past the group and heads to the far corner of the bar and feels his way onto a stool. He gestures to Sam for a drink.

[Lie] Looks at the Steve in confusion- Um...

[Sam] Gives him a drink but seems to be trying not to laugh

["steve"] hisses out a barely discernible "Oi." And nods.

[Doc] waves at the Steve and asks with a giggle- so which brine are you with?

["Steve"] - looks up at the ceiling - Oi!

- Closer inspection reveals the Steve to actually be a shabbily constructed costume, and it's wearer forgot to put eye holes in the sloppily painted Steve head. W the wither skeleton is trying to peer down his chin at the drink in front of him, working out how to " drink" like a Steve.

[CP] Is too drunk to care or notice-

[Sam] whispers to the "Steve" - just hook your finger over the lip and put it in the liquid

[TLOT] Goes to poke his own Steve, but he's fallen asleep in the booth and is snoring lightly

[W] (In wither speak) Just out doing Steve things.... yessir. Just out being all fleshy and alive breathing air.... nothing to see here. - realizes he's in front of humans and brines... parrots "Oi...." again. Picks up drink and splashes across the Steve head - Refeshing!

[Ruby] What the actual fuck?

[Lie] - Er... Uhhhh

[Notch] Well then... Nice to know everyone is having fun...

[Stevie] His hands are covered in brown dye gunk-

[Notch] Come on Stevie, we'll go in the bathroom and you can wash your hands

[W] - (has learned to parrot a few words does a passable CP impersonation) Oi! Fucker!

[Stevie] - Okay

[gem] -is laughing in the corner-

[TLOT] Realizes what he's doing- that's a bit familiar isn't it?

[Doc] It's uncanny really...

[W] - happily - Fucker. Grrrrr.

[Notch] it's walking by him with Stevie and starts giggling uncontrollably

[Doc] Winston, actually you might be interested in chatting with this "Steve"

[Winston] - Oh? Why is that?

[TLOT] Mentally to Winston- because he's not a Steve at all

[Winston] Turns towards the "Steve"- Hello...

[Ruby] is just staring and slowly emptying hir glass - this is ridiculous

[W] - hello.... I mean.... Aah! A skeleton! Oh no! - lifts up the Steve head to give Winston an exaggerated "wink" and thumbs up before putting it back down as if no one else saw

[Winston] Glances around for a bit of help at what to do with the odd wither skeleton-

[W] - holds up wrist in front of the Steve head as if checking a watch - Oh look at the time! Got to get back to my Steve-ing in the dirt with the pointy thingie.

[W] -realizes he's speaking wither again, panics - er... oi! Oi! Fucker fuck... oi! -stumbles toward the door

[[Wither] Watches W leave- I... What just happened?

[W] - knocks into CP in his haste to leave -

[CP] Growls but is to drunk to really do anything-

[W] - sighs with relief at not getting blasted and makes his escape, making whooping noises as he goes

[Winston] - WHAT WAS THAT!?

[Doc] That's W, he's a bit odd. But an entertaining fellow, especially when I can understand him directly.

[Winston] - I see...

[Lie] Starts idly looking through the coronation paperwork-

[TLOT] is just laughing - the pointy thingie?!

[Lie] - Um... TLOT?

[TLOT] yeh?

[Lie] - Pointy thingy?

[TLOT] projects what W was saying exactly- next time Steve goes mining I'm gonna think of that. " Steve'ing indeed!"

[Lie] - Oh!

[CP] - Fucking Nether... I don't wanna deal with Trender...

[Doc] At least we're not actually inviting him... You know you don't have to ask him, they're just dresses right?

[CP] - But he can make one perfect for her...

[Doc] if Lie can find a good picture online I can make her whatever she wants, it'll just self adjust as it goes to the higher res seed.

[CP] - But Trender can see exactly what will work...

[TLOT] Yeah why does Trender get to pick what she wears anyway? She's a queen, she can wear whatever she wants!

[Doc] That is kinda stinky. Lies a grown woman, she should be treated as such

[Lie] - Yeah except I don't know a thing about dresses...

[CP] - Gotta make impression on mobs too

[Ruby] Fuck men picking things out for women anyway! - shakes hir fist

[Doc] As long as she can kick their asses, who cares what they think? She's not a dress up doll, she's a warrior like the rest of us.

[CP] Groans-

[TLOT] Do you really want to wear a dress Lie?

[Ruby] She needs battle armor!

[Lie] - It really depends on what the dress looks like...

[Ruby] Something you can fight in!

[Doc] Short toga with an offensive vine belt? You could wear that purple armor I made from Cps gems.

[Lie] - I don't know...

[Stevie] Puts his dirty hands on the bathroom door as they enter-

[Notch] Wipes the door behind him with a sigh.

[Doc] Come on Lie, seriously, what would you wear to just kick every pixel of someone's ass?

[Lie] - I... Don't really have anything...

[Doc] I didn't say you had to have it already! I'm asking you what you want.

[Lie] - I don't know!

[Doc] Lie... It may be the alcohol talking, but I kinda want to shake you right now.

[Lie] - This is not stuff that I'm used to okay!

[TLOT] Do you want Trenderman here putting his hands all over you?

[Lie] - Er, well...

[CP] - Trender isn't that invasive... He's been doing this for so long that he can generally just look at somebody and know their sizes

[Notch] Sticks his head around the corner - For what it's worth, I would gladly take you out and buy you something if I could leave.

[Lie] - Thanks Notch

[Doc] I give up. Do what you want. But if the guy has to be here, lets do it while I'm still drunk. I can't take anymore emp crap sober.

[CP] - He's actually pretty good at controlling his...

[Doc] Control don't mean squat if he wants to do it.

[CP] - He'll also probably want to work on my server... Fuuuuuck

[TLOT] THEN DON'T CALL HIM.

[CP] Groans and bangs his head on the table a little-

[TLOT] It's none of his business anyway! Please just let me do it.

[CP] - Have you seen your fashion sense?

[TLOT] I didn't pick for color Cp... The armor was a gift from my husband when I was near freezing in the snow. The cloak was what my Testificates gave me instead of a crown. And the helm belonged to me back before NOTCH destroyed my powers. You of all people should understand things having sentimental value.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Lie] Is peeking through some more of the papers-

[Flux] - So your clothing items are sentimental?

[TLOT] Blushes a little. -It all has meaning. Steve's bone armor was my gift to him, and the gem in the center of his chestplate was our Testificate's way of honoring him as their high priest. Apparently if a Testificate is in that position; the job comes with a hat.

[Flux] - Interesting...

[Lie] Is getting a bit overwhelmed by everything CP is going to have to do for the coronation-

[TLOT] Cp, I'll make whatever she tells me too anyway, it's not on my taste.

[Stevie] Runs out of the bathroom with no pants on-

[Notch] Goes after him - Stevie! Just because Deerheart does it doesn't mean it's polite in mixed company!

[Stevie] Crawls back into the booth with CP-

[Ruby] He's full of piss and vinager isn't he?

[Winston] - Usually he's full of fear and piss

[Notch] Stevie come out of there!

[Stevie] - But I wanna color more!

[Notch] You don't need to take your pants off to color!

[Doc] Well....

[Deer] - Why not?

[Notch] It's not necessary.

[CP] - Hey! That's my line

[Notch] .... Sam?

[Sam] ?

[Notch] Can I have another drink?

[Stevie] Sits there rather happily as he continues to draw-

[Doc] Takes out a blanket and punches a hole in the center before dropping it over Stevie's head like a poncho.

[Stevie] Looks at the blanket curiously- What's this?

[Doc] It's a blanket, duh.

[Notch] Turns to Cp but gestures at Stevie- He's turning into you.

[CP] - Good for him

[Notch] Takes the boilermaker from Sam and takes a large gulp.

[TLOT] Can we have some calming flowers Lie?

[Lie] Puts the papers down- How do you do this on a regular basis? Hm? Oh, sure- She spawns several calming flowers

[Notch] He's usually not this bad!

[Lie] - Kids have days like this where they're extra energetic

[Doc] Has brought up a small screen and is browsing random images of clothing.

[Ruby] Is pointing at things over hir shoulder- nice, lame, stupid, impractical, gaudy, eh, that's pretty good.

[Doc] That's Xena Warrior princess!

[Ruby] I like it.

[Doc] -Facepalm.-

[Lie] - I think I remember that show?

[Doc] Good representation with an undercurrent of girl/girl romance. But it's kinda plain. Mostly just brown leather.

[Lie] Blushes as she remembers the things Doc bought her-

[TLOT] Sees her thoughts - Yeah, you could wear that. Go for a kinda dominatrix look.

[Lie] - NO!

[TLOT] We could add a skirt for modesty. Or flowy pants.

[Lie] - No no no no no no no no!

[Doc] Why not?

[Lie] Embarrassed whine-

[Doc] How about we go to World of Warcraft? They have lots of nice clothes there.

[Lie] - I don't know...

[Doc] Can we start with a color scheme at least?

[CP] - Something reminiscent of the overworld...

[Doc] So green, and maybe blue?

[Lie] - Maybe?

[Doc] I could find or make some gems, gold or silver findings?

[Lie] - I'm not really fond of jewelry or anything elaborate...

[Doc] Not even if I cut you a necklace of emerald leaves?

[Lie] - Mmmm... Maybe?

[TLOT] At least we're getting somewhere now. Skirt or pants?

[Lie] - Uhhhh...

[CP] - I vote dress... Makes it easier to take clothes off to fuck...

[Lie] - CP!

[gem] I vote dress because they are flowy and free and comfortable

[Lie] - Maybe? I don't know, I don't really wear dresses...

[gem] even for special events?

[Lie] - Yeah, not really...

[Lie] - I've just, never really been comfortable in dresses or skirts... Probably because they were pretty much forced upon me

[Doc] Pants it is, you've had more being forced into things then anyone deserves

[Lie] - I mean if we find something that I actually really like then maybe, but yeah...

[TLOT] is already drawing on a bit of paper

[CP] - I don't like thinking of fucking speeches...

[gem] -grabs a few pieces of paper and decides to draw-

[Doc] does a passable impression of Cp- Oi! Fuckers! This is my new wife, respect and fear her as you do me, or I'll roast you alive!

[CP] Flips Doc off-

[Doc] Cp style grumbles-

[Lie] - What are you drawing TLOT? A design for what your doing with the gold?

[gem] -wiggles a drawing in front doc making sure no one else sees it especially cp because on the picture is cp as a cat in a suit with a cigar with the tittle boss mob cp-

[TLOT] Geeze I got distracted. - Quickly he finishes the gold with a floruish, spinning it up into a simple urn sized-vase. - There you go Lie, big enough for a full boquet.

[Doc] Starts giggling softly. - I don't think that will work Gem.

[TLOT] Grabs some of the discarded ink blobs and starts coloring enthusiasticaly.

[gem] -giggles then goes back to drawing making different types of spacey like drawings-

[TLOT] Motions for Lie and slides his drawing over so she can see. - The colors probably need some work, but iron looks too cold with the blue and green tones and the gold is a little glaring. But I did try to pick it up on the accents. You've got big pants instead of a skirt and the arm pieces look a bit like your favorite shirt and they'll cover up Cp's pink collar so the mobs won't question it. Blue pants and brown shoes are good for a brine anyway, and I incorporated your offensive plants pods and thorns in the design. Cp said it should be a reminder of the overworld, so brown for the soil, blue for the water and sky, and green for grass. You can also fight in it and it shouldn't hinder you. What do you think Lie?

[Lie] - Seems a bit complex...

[CP] - Looks like shit...

[Lie] - CP!

[TLOT] Looks irritated- At least I did what she asked for. I bet if you had your way she'd be wearing nothing but a collar. - Thunks paper and a quill in front of Cp. - Let's see you do better. I already know you can't draw after that scribble mess you called a portrait of Doc.

[CP] - Can't... To drunk

[TLOT] hand on his hip, he's drunk enough to be sassy. - Then zip your lips.

[CP] - Fuck you, I'm only being honest

[Lie] - CP be nice

[TLOT] I think he just likes being nasty to me.

[gem] -looks at it- I think it looks nice

[TLOT] Thank you Gem. If you think it's too complicated Lie, what would you change?

[Lie] - I'm not sure... But perhaps just not having so many parts to it?

[CP] Is idly taping the quill against the paper-

[TLOT] we could lose some of the torso stripes if you want to have fewer colors?

[Lie] - And maybe the puff of the pants? It just doesn't really appeal to me...

[Doc] leans over- it's not too complex for pixel art at least

[TLOT] Tighter? Shorter?

[Lie] - I don't know...- Her brain is starting to short circuit since she doesn't have much sense for clothes

[Doc] Let me have a try. - Takes some more paper and ink and draws with the tip of hir tongue stuck out in concentration.

[Doc] Okaaaay... how about this Lie? Fewer colors, I kept the leaf motif, and just some soft shorts since Cp keeps his home rather hot. Redstone instead of diamonds, and some new boots to match? I think there's nothing wrong with letting the collar show. They respect Cp and if they know you can render him powerless they'll have one less reason to fuck with you.

[CP] - Laaaaaaaaame [Lie] - CP!- Spawns a sobering flower and deftly sticks a petal in his mouth

[Doc] Is scribbling on hir own paper and presses the sheet into Lie's hand -

[CP] Accidentally swallows the petal - Fuck!

[Lie] Looks at the paper and holds back laughter-

[TLOT] Pffft!

[gem] -looks at it and giggles-

[Lie] - I kinda like the flower motif, but I'd rather the collar not be showing. I know CP doesn't like it so I don't want to make him upset

[TLOT] We could use the sleeve pieces from mine and change the colors?

[CP] - That would just be more ugly

[TLOT] I am cordially inviting you to think of something better CP. The tools are in front of you. Put up or shut up.

[CP] - Fine asshole!- Takes a sheet and starts sketching

[TLOT] Watches expectantly.

[Doc] This will be rich...

[CP] Scratches away at the paper for a few moments before flinging it at TLOT. It's a very badly drawn dress with a crude possible jacket on top-

[TLOT] is just turning the paper around and around like he can't figure out which way is up.

[Doc] ick Cp. see I can criticize people too.

[CP] Growls and snatches the paper back- Fuck you, I'll be right back- Opens a portal and steps through

[Doc] he's been putting in a lot of portal mileage lately...

[Lie] - Hopefully he'll be back soon...

[Deer] - Here, hand me some paper please

[Doc] Here- hands hir lover paper and tools - you take a stab at it.

[Deer] Begins sketching-

[Doc] peeking-

[Flux] Has finished her food and takes the empty plates to the bar-

[Ruby] Gives her a calculating look - what's your story newbie? Are you some kinda weird brine?

[Flux] - Me? I am an embodiment of a far older server. My body is comprised of its raw magic

[Ruby] Neato, the going rumor is that I'm 100% kickass.

[Flux] - Kick... Ass?

[Doc] Ruby fancies hirself an accomplished fighter, that's all Flux.

[Flux] - Oh, I see

[Stevie] - Where did brother go?

[Notch] He stepped out for a minute. You know how he is.

[Stevie] - Oh... Can I have more colors?

[Notch] If you share with Deerheart there and don't draw on the table.

[Stevie] - Okay!- Moves over to Deer's booth and takes crayons

[CP] Opens another portal and steps through grumbling only to be snagged by a tendril before he can close the portal- Damnit Trender! Let go!

[Trender] - You attempting to design something is suspicious enough, now just what are you doing!?

[Doc] Is still a bit drunk and reacts badly to the tentacle, fumbling for a command block to close the hole- Cp! Run!

[TLOT] Gets between the hole and Steve and draws his scythe

[Trender] Steps through, still holding CP-

[CP] - Trender... Go away...

[gem] -looks through the portal without sticking her head though- hi

[Doc] Is swearing - Cp! Do something! Dammit!

[Trender] - Oh no, you have thoroughly caught my interest right now

[CP] Grumbles and is holding a piece of paper in his hand-

[Trender] Finally notices the others- Oh, hello

[Doc] Deerheart?! Flux?! Try and close the hole at least!

[Flux] Focuses and manages to close it-

[Doc] Peers at the Slenderbeing- Who are you? And why are you holding our friend?

[Trender] - I am Trenderman, and I'm holding CP because he came barging into my room demanding I translate his horrendous childish scribbles and I want to know why

[gem] -has gone back to drawing-

[TLOT] Whacks Cp over the head with the back of his scythe - IDIOT!

[CP] - WHAT!? NONE OF YOU COULD UNDERSTAND IT!

[TLOT] Understand what?! That you're a terrible artist?!

[CP] Growls-

[gem] -laughs at tlots statement-

[Trender] Sighs and with another tendril takes the paper from CP's hand and holds it out to Doc since they have no weapon-

[Doc] Takes it with a suspicious air and looks at it -

Lie

[Doc] What part of 'Lie doesn't want to wear a dress' was confusing you Cp?

[Trender] - That is what this one was trying to convey... Plus a few minor adjustments

[CP] - Shut up

[Lie] - Can I see it Doc?

[Doc] Passes her the paper - freaking idiot...

[Lie] Looks it over and bites her lip a little, actually liking how it looks-

[Doc] If I could reach your head I'd swat you too Cp. How many of us asked you not to bring anyone else into this?

[CP] - I only needed him to redo the sketch!

[TLOT] Who cares? It's impractical and still not what she asked for!

[Lie] - Actually...

[Doc] Seriously Lie....? You're gonna let Cp dress you up like some fou fou doll? The mobs won't respect you in that. They'll think you're just his plaything.

[Trender] - Not necessarily, those minor adjustments I made to the sketch? Gives it a stiffer, more military like feel, yet also retains the regalness I believe you were trying to achieve

[Doc] I'm skeptical.

[Trender] - You doubt me? I've made gowns for Emporers and Empresses, I know what I'm doing

[Doc] Still skeptical. Dresses are totally unsuited for anything beyond making women look like pretty baubles for men to oogle.

[Trender] - I assure you, she will not look like that in this. If made from the right fabric it will reflect the flames of the Nether, she will look as if she is ready to burst into the same flames her mate controls

[Doc] I'm not standing for anything unless Lie says that what she wants to wear.

[TLOT] Same here. She's had to eat enough shit with people pushing her around.

[Lie] - I actually don't mind how this looks...

[CP] - Ha, see? I know my wife

[Doc] Gives Cp the most murderous stare he's ever seen.

[TLOT] If you're sure Lie...

[Lie] - Let's at least see how this works out

[gem] - is drawing her old dress she had when she was just a space angel-

[Doc] Makes a complex gesture at Sam and the skeleton puts a small glass of clear liquid in hir hands. Xe drinks it quickly while staring at Cp.

[Trender] - I can make the dress if you want

[Doc] Makes a small snarling sound in response.

[Lie] - Um... I'm not so sure...

[CP] - Look, I only went to you so you could just make my sketch legible

[Doc] You know that's not how Slenders operate...

[Trender] - Oh honestly, you're just still mad you took the longest to fit a suit for since you kept setting it on fire

[TLOT] Why the nether didn't you just make it out of something fireproof?

[Trender] - Do you have any idea how difficult it is to acquire fire proof fabric that is durable enough to withstand his flames? I had to make it myself

[TLOT] That's because you're not a brine. I made him a fireproof cloak just this morning.

[Trender] - Fascinating, and just how did you acquire that?

[TLOT] I used a bit of his hair.

[Trender] - Ah, see, I cannot do that, I'm assuming you have a way of duplicating it that is

[TLOT] Show him Doc, if you're not too drunk already.

[CP] - Not on me!

[Doc] Grumbles and snatches at Cp's shirt, taking a few pixels from one edge. They pull the bit like taffy making it into a square of blue fabric, and then throw it back at Cp. - Burn it Cp.

[CP] Sets it alight, it doesn't actually burn-

[Trender] - Interesting...- His mind is already considering what he can do with such fabrics

[Doc] His spawn clothes are fireproof, even lava proof. Brines clothes are as protected as they are.

[Trender] - I see... This would be very useful out in the real world

[Doc] Grumbles - Got anything to trade? I can make quite a lot of several colors.

[Trender] - Well, if there's anything you require fabric, pattern or general sewing wise, I can provide

[Doc] No... but some items that are rather common on the outside would be useful... - is thinking.

[Trender] - What would you like?

[Doc] I need to think a little...

[gem] could you make me a new dress?

[Trender] - Looks over- What would you like?

[gem] something spacey.

[Trender] - Hmmm, I think I can provide... I need a door

[CP] - Around the corner

[Trender] Puts CP down and walks around the corner, he focus' a small bit of his power on the door before opening it. It no longer leads to the bathroom, but to a massive workshop full of mannequins, bolts of fabric, and anything else a designer would need. He starts going through his fabrics to find something appropriate-

[gem] -looks though the door watching-

[Doc] Is making a small list- Rainbow glitter, a live mouse, pomegrante juice, a portabello mushroom, a box of frozen pretzels, a lime, a piece of silk, and pecan, dandelion, and walnut tree seeds.

[Trender] - Two of those I can provide now. What sort of silk would you like?

[Doc] Doesn't matter. I can make lots of things but textures are hard to replicate without an example.

[Doc] Make a list of what you want that's fireproof. From what I have on hand to sample I can give high pile brown, red, or violet fur, low pile yellow, violet or purple. Black or gray leather. Gold metallic or mauve stiff cloth. And cream, black, purple, light blue, medium blue, or mint green cotton. And purple rubber. All lava and fireproof.

[Trender] - Violet fur? Is it synthetic?

[Doc] Rubs hir hair - Well... I'm a digital life form, but it's my real hair so... yes and no?

[Trender] - I see. I suppose I could use a bit of each of the things you mentioned- He reaches into a cupboard with a sign hanging from it reading "Splendy's activities" and pulls out a jar of rainbow colored glitter. He then disappears deep into the warehouse and comes back with bolts of fabric including a periwinkle blue one of silk

[Doc] Takes the glitter and the silk- Oh that's perfect! I'll do my part, just leave the rest in Cp's room when you can. - Gets to work skimming off tiny bits of hir clothing and running them out into fabric like water falling from hir hands. The pile ends up being several yards of everything Doc is wearing, plus a larger pile of fur yardage made from hir two-toned hair. - Xe advances on Cp and makes quick grabs for a few pixels of his pants and shirt and a few hairs from his head before doing the same with them.

[TLOT] Can see what's happening and does his favorite doctor a favor by skimming his armor and cloak in the same way to make a few more yards.

[CP] Growls at Doc as Doc takes pixels-

[gem] -is watching everything excitedly-

[Trender] Rummages through a drawer and pulls out a small clump of diamonds. He examines them as if debating something before placing them on a small table in his workshop before getting to work. He works effortlessly and smoothly, stitching perfect lines and quickly a dress begins to take place. It takes him several minutes, but he does hold up the finished product for one last inspection before leaving the workshop and entering the bar again- Here you go miss

[gem] -puts on the dress happily as a something weird happens. a heart fazes out of gems chest and through the dress. the heart seems to have a few cracks and looks like the shape heart not an organ. it is resting above the dress and is beating.-

[Doc] Uh Gem.... do you need help putting that back?

[Trender] - Dear, are you alright?

[gem] -looks at the heart- more then alright my heart is suppose to be there it was just inside me because it was just so broken but it has healed enough to come back!

[Doc] You only have one?

[Lie] Laughs a little- Hey Doc, looks like she wears her heart on her sleeve a bit more than you now

[Doc] Be careful Gem, that's a dangerous place to wear it.

[gem] yes and no this is more emotion based since I don't need blood pumped. that's is why it is cracked.

[Doc] You should have told me Gem, I might have been able to help. Wrap it up at least.

[gem] even if you did wrap it would still have stayed inside it just needed time to heal.

[Doc] What's it like Gem? Is it attached to you in the back? Or just hovering?

[gem] hovering

[TLOT] What happens if you try to move it?

[gem] it will move slightly and A better way to think of this is the part of my brain that belonged to my emotions is now in my heart and that part of my brain belongs to my guardians.

[Lie] - Well I like it Gem

[gem] -pokes it to the side and when she pulls her finger away it floats back and forth till it settles to its normal spot-

[Doc] Is smiling- I think it's cool, I'm just imagining it hovering around you like a little roomba, picking up pixel crumbs of emotions and being in different spots every time I look at you.

[gem] it would have never healed if everyone here didn't make me so happy.

[TLOT] Aww Gem... I'd hug you but I don't want to squish it against my armor. - grins

[Trender] - I can taste your happiness, it is a more genuine emotion then I've tasted in awhile

[gem] -holds her arms out for a hug- it wont get hurt if it gets squished a little in a hug

[Doc] The funny part is he's warning you because with a little patience you could grill a cheese sandwich on his breastplate.

[TLOT] Was already hugging Gem - Oh bite me.

[gem] -hugs back- I am still a brine so a little heat is not to bad.

[Lie] Is still looking at the design in her hands-

[TLOT] Let's her go - I'm glad you're happy.

[Doc] Me too, I always meant for this to be a place for people to heal as well as hide.

[CP] Grumbles as he sits next to Lie

[gem] it doesn't feel like hiding though even if it is it's more of a home

[Stevie] - Father! Look! Look! I made a drawing of mobs! And you killing them!

[Notch] What? Why? You know I'm not.... I'm not, I mean you've probably never seen me fight at all.

[Stevie] - But you taught brother

[TLOT] I feel the same Gem

[Notch] So he wouldn't die in the wilderness, and so he could keep you safe.

[gem] -her wings are fluttering with happiness-

[Lie] Leans against CP- TLOT, what do you think of this design anyways?

[TLOT] Careful Gem, if you fly in here, you'll bump your head on the ceiling. haha

[TLOT] It's pretty enough, but it's not what you asked for at all. It's not even the right colors.

[gem] -giggles at that thought-

[Lie] - No... But I do like it

[CP] - The biggest things the mobs from the End and the Nether like to see is the Overworld sky. I can bring just about anything else to either of those places except the sky

[Doc] Then her outfit should be blue and white. Something light and airy, maybe even with some tulle and pastel accents. Everything the Nether is not.

[Trender] - It would be a simple matter to change the fabric and colors of that dress

[Doc] grumbles a bit.

[TLOT] It's okay Doc, you can make something for you and Deerheart at least.

[Trender] - If you need fabrics, just let me know

[Doc] Pulls out the roll of silk and runs a bit of it through hir fingers. - No... I have what I need. - Xe pulls a bit of it off the corner and spins it out in hir hands artfully. Changing the color to a warm orange with a bit of ink blob from Stevie's pile. Xe fluffs out the finished silk scarf and draps it over Deerhearts shoulders. - To match your eyes my love.- xe whispers to her.

[CP] - Hey Trender, when do you think EJ and Sally can go home?

[Deer] Giggles and kisses Doc in thanks-

[Doc] Stiffens a little at Cp's words - Not that we mind watching over them.

[Trender] - Brother is still recovering, so it may be another week or so. And I know Brother is greatly missing his child

[TLOT] Don't worry so much about EJ Doc, he's been behaving okay. He mostly just putters around the caastle.

[Trender] - I should probably get back to the manor... Splender can only do so much

[Doc] You can.... come back for me if you need a doctor, but I'm not staying the night again, okay?

[Trender] - Understandable, currently we are good medical wise though

[CP] Flicks his hand to create a portal-

[Doc] Braces for the smell. - Thank you Trender.

[gem] goodbye -waves-

[Trender] Steps through and CP closes the opening behind the Slender being-

[Alexis] Is gathering some supplies in her house-

[Herabrine] Creeps up outside and peeks in Alexis's window only to see her kitten on the sill. - aw

[Alexis] Walks past and absentmindedly pets the cat as she considers what else she might need-

[Herabrine] Runs her nails on the glass to make a spooky sound.

[Alexis] Jumps and turns towards the glass- Hera!

[Herabrine] Chuckles- That was funny. Your cat is cute too. Do they have a name yet?

[Alexis] - Thanks, what are you doing here? And no they do not

[Herabrine] Just making mischief.

[Alexis] - Of course you are

[Herabrine] Nothing harmful, just a pumpkin outside Alexsezia's door

[Alexis] - Well I'm getting ready to go out, so please don't do that

[Herabrine] Realllly? - Floats gently up and looks at her upsidedown from the top of the window frame- where you going Alexis?

[Alexis] - Not sure yet

[Herabrine] Exciting. I could give you a water potion and we could take a walk at the bottom of the bay.

[Alexis] - I'm not good at keeping track of time so that might be a bad idea

[Herabrine] Aww you think I'd just let you drown?

[Alexis] - If you found it funny, yes

[Herabrine] Nah, that's a lame joke, I can do better then that. I wouldn't mind showing off my wet builds though.

[Alexis] - Perhaps another time, I was planning something more land based

[Herabrine] Off on a little adventure? Don't forget to pack food and clean undies.

[Alexis] - Already have- Leaves through the door on the opposite side of the house that Hera is on

[Herabrine] Flies lazily around the side of the house and falls into step behind Alexis.

[Alexis] Is heading in the general direction of the library-

[noah] -is just standing in the middle of the path they are heading-

[Alexis] Tilts her head in interest at the Guardian- Hello?

[Herabrine] Peeks around the side of her- Is it a ghost?

[noah] -looks over- oh hey there.

[Alexis] - Who are you?

[Herabrine] catty - and who does your hair?

[noah] i'm noah I am one of gem's guardians and no one it is just like that.

[Herabrine] Ah the four armed gal with the huge tracks of land.

[Alexis] - Oh, what are you doing?

[noah] just chilling trying to find something to do.

[Alexis] - Oh... Okay- Stands there a bit awkwardly

[Herabrine] She's going somewhere to make mischief, I can smell it. You should join me in following her.

[Alexis] - Hera!

[noah] sounds like fun.

[Herabrine] What? It's true!

[Alexis] Groans and starts walking again-

[Herabrine] Follows while snickering.

[noah] -is also following-

[Alexis] Her steps slow as they approach the forest behind the bar-

[Herabrine] Ohhh, the spoooky woods. With an off-limits sign no less...

[noah] danger seeking I see

[Herabrine] I knew there was mischief afoot. Humans can't resist.

[Alexis] - If there's a keep out sign on this server than it's for a good reason- Starts walking past

[Herabrine] You know you're curious. - Walks her fingers up Alexis's spine.

[noah] me nor gem or any of the other guardians have ever been in there which means i know nothing about it.

[Alexis] Tenses- Nope, not happening Hera

[Herabrine] It's not like you can die here.... not forever.

[Alexis] - I don't know...

[noah] adventure!

[Herabrine] See? He's got the right idea. Listen to the smoke guy.

[Alexis] - I'm beginning to hate you...

[Herabrine] Takes a deep breath like she's sucking up smoke coming from Alexis- Ooooh, tasty hate.

[Alexis] - The Nether are you doing?

[Herabrine] Just being a smart-ass. I can't actually eat emotions.

[Alexis] Rolls her eyes- If your so curious then why don't you just go in there?

[Herabrine] Because it's more fun to go with people who squeak when they get scared.

[noah] squeak like a mouse?

[Alexis] - Then you're looking for someone other than me

[Herabrine] coughs -bullshit-

[Alexis] - Excuse me?

[noah] -steps behind alexis and makes a really loud kazoo noise in her ear in an attempt to scare her-

[Alexis] Jumps and quickly turns, drawing her bow and aiming it at Noah's chest-

[noah] jumpy check.

[Herabrine] Grabs Alexis from the back and aggressively tickles her ribs.

[Alexis] Shrieks out a laugh- HERA STOP!

[Herabrine] See? She does make funny noises!

[noah] yep you were right.

[Alexis] - I hate both of you so much right now...

[noah] hate is a strong word from someone you barely know.

[Alexis] Scowls a bit-

[Herabrine] Come on Alexis, it'll be fun. And if it's not, there's always respawn!

[Alexis] - You know what? Fine! We'll go in!

[Herabrine] That's the Minecraft spirit!

[Alexis] Hops the gate-

[noah] yay adventure!

[Herabrine] Floats over it.

[noah] -flys over with hera-

[Alexis] Starts walking deeper into the forest-

[noah] I wonder if there will be ghost?

[Herabrine] Is noticing that the trees seem to be getting more detailed as they go along. - I feel like the resolution is changing...

[Alexis] - It is

[Herabrine] Whoah... maybe it's posted with warnings because it's a portal to the outside world!

[noah] -looks at himself he has become less blocky-

[Alexis] - I don't think so, from what Lie said, entering the real world for the first time causes immense pain, so wouldn't we be feeling that now if that were the case?

[Herabrine] Good point. I have been out there myself though. I can travel astrally. Just leave my physical body here.

[noah] lets see what's at the middle.

-As they head farther in, they reach the open entrance of LJ's circus. The area in front of them was littered with old broken wood and tattered fabric from LJ dismantling and fixing things-

[noah] circus! -runs in-

[LJ] Appears right in Noah's path-

[noah] hello.

[Herabrine] What a mess...

[LJ] - Why are you here?

[Alexis] Has her bow ready to be used-

[Herabrine] A philisophical clown?

[noah] adventure.

[LJ] - This place isn't safe for you, I'll need to escort you out...

[Herabrine] I like unsafe things, and this place is wild. Everything is so detailed!

[noah] do any of the rides work?

[LJ] Scowls- You won't be able to leave without my help, it's how this place is designed

[LJ] - And currently no, none of the rides work, nor any of the game stalls

[Herabrine] Is just walking around poking things. She's unused to being able to feel textures fully as well as see them.

[noah] damn I wanted to ride some rides

[Alexis] - Is the inability to leave why there are warning signs outside the fence?

[Herabrine] I bet we have at least one person on the server who's scared of clowns. There's always one.

[LJ] - Oh there, is, it's the weird pale boy at Doc's place

[noah] yea I was there helping shield him from being able to see you.

[Herabrine] Oh the tattooed kid? I haven't met him myself, just heard stories.

[LJ] Grins- I need to visit that kid again

[Alexis] - Why?

[Herabrine] Be careful, I heard what he did to Jeff too.

[LJ] - To scare him, I am a pasta afterall

[noah] does that make ben the chilliest pasta ever?

[LJ] - Yeah, unless you get him wet or insult his height

[Herabrine] Barks out a laugh - A creepypasta! This all makes sense now!

[Herabrine] Does a little flip in the air and floats near Lj, she sticks out a hand. - Pleased to meet you scary brother. I'm Herabrine.

[noah] and get to close to hyrule he has become very protective.

[LJ] - Laughing Jack- Elongates his arm and twists it between his legs and up behind his back to shake Hera's hand

[Herabrine] That's crazy-pants! I love it!

[LJ] - Well I was originally a toy

[noah] whats the limit for your arm stretch?

[Herabrine] I was originally a giant spiked fish dragon with one eyeball.

[LJ] - About fifty feet I think? I haven't checked in awhile

[Herabrine] Noah? Can you fly?

[noah] yea -flys up-

[Alexis] Is trying to stay unnoticed-

[Herabrine] Hey Lj? You should try and grab Noah! Then you'll know your reach for sure.

[noah] -flys up really high-

[LJ] - Okay, it will be a change from trying to wrangle BEN at bath time- He reaches up towards Noah

[noah] -is about fifty feet up-

[LJ] Easily grasps Noah- Huh, guess my reach may have grown...

[Herabrine] Niiiice!

[noah] -makes a victory kazoo noise-

[LJ] Let's Noah go and retracts his arms-

[Herabrine] Here. I'll show you a trick. - She floats down and her body suddenly collapses as her feet hit the ground. A transparent version of herself reforms behind Alexis and gives her buttcheek a fierce pinch.

[noah] -lets gravity bring him down but fly's again a half block from the ground stopping him from falling-

[Alexis] Jumps and swings her bow behind her- Damnit Hera!

[Herabrine] Returns to her body with a briney chuckle.

[LJ] Sighs- I should be getting you all out of here, come on, and stay close

[Herabrine] Sure you don't want some help with this mess?

[LJ] - Why? It's my task and cross to bear...

[noah] help with people can always make it more fun and go faster

[Herabrine] Notes a few puddles on the ground- Bah. You could use an extra pair of hands, or three or four... - Several tentacles of water raise up and wave from the puddles. - For a fellow greifer, I can make time.

[LJ] - Fine, just don't screw things up. Wait here till I get back

[Herabrine] Pulls up her feet so she's sitting crosslegged in the air. - Got it.

[LJ] Grabs Noah and Alexis and starts leading them out-

[noah] but I want to help

[LJ] - No, one person is annoying enough

[noah] what isn't annoying to you?

[LJ] - Candy

[noah] to be fair candy is pretty hard to get annoyed at.

[LJ] Has already gotten them to the edge of the forest and tosses them out- Buh bye! Don't come back!

[noah] I want to come back when the place is all fixed up.

[LJ] - Nope

[noah] why not?

[LJ] - Because I said so

[noah] -makes a sad face-

[Alexis] - Come on Noah, lets go

[noah] where are we going now?

[Alexis] - I don't know

[noah] letting the wind takes up?

[Alexis] - Either that or get shit faced drunk

[noah] I can't get drunk.

[ALexis] - I'm not much for drinking, but after that I might

[noah] no I mean I really can't I don't have a stomach.

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If These Walls Could Talk (Ch1)

Fandom: Castlevania Netflix

Summary: Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too.

The series, and Adrian’s childhood, told from the perspective of the castle.

Chapter Summary: “My mother’s name was Lisa, and she was mortal…She actually showed up at his front door. She found the castle and banged the door with the pommel of her knife…She was remarkable. She beat on the door until my father let her in, and then demanded he teach her how to be a doctor.”

Notes:

This is a fic I’ve had up for a while, that people seem to really like!! Not sure why I took this long to post it over here XD I’ll post the next chapters I have over the next few days or so, but if you can’t wait they’re over on my fanfiction blog @antihero-writings, as well as in my fic masterlist over there!! (And technically in my masterlist here, but it's messed up right now XD)

I was writing a different Castlevania fic--(”Such Fragile Things”, if you’re curious)--when I started describing things as if from the castle’s perspective...and I thought that was a very interesting idea, so this happened. The idea was also inspired by Sypha’s “it’s fighting me!" I thought that was really interesting because she was speaking almost as if the castle were a living thing. I was originally planning on posting this as one long thing (and I may still do so after I finish), because the sections are very much connected and meant to flow into each other, and I think it’ll be easy to miss things if they’re separate. But I realized it would be easier, both for me to post, and for people to read, in bite size-pieces. Plus it has very clear-cut sections that are easy to split into chapters. So... here you go!!

If you enjoyed this, I’d really appreciate if you could leave me a comment and/or reblog!!

If you are a fan artist who is interested in making cover art for this fic PLEASE don’t hesitate to message me!! I have a very specific idea for cover art for the chapters but it would cost too much to commission so many pieces...So yeah, if you’re interested, I’d love it if you could reach out!!

Chapter 1: "Lisa"