#johan is the prettiest boy

[tiginit]

Aww Johan is such a hissy kitty

[translationandbetrayals]

Naoki Urasawa and the importance of art

Naoki Urasawa’s works have a serious plot, he shows in every one of his mangas, a very sociocultural perspective in his stories, where the emotions, the connection between people, and the importance of life and death, are very important in every human culture. It’s not a coincidence also, that most of his works are pretty similar in the drawing, and that is perhaps, the most criticized aspect of him, because some characters look the same, despite that they are from different works. However, his art fits well with the historical environment. Most people underrate the importance of every mangaka’s art because some think that, better the drawing, better the mangaka is, but Urasawa is special, because his art expresses what the story needs, a neutral point of view, where the beauty doesn’t matter, nor how bright or dark should be the background of the panel. This is well represented in Monster, where most of the plot’s location are in Czech Republic and Germany, and it’s interesting how this manga has good critics for his precision for portraying those countries in the time it happened the plot, and also their culture. I think that art represents everything, for example, Berserk is a famous seinen, and Kentaro Miura’s art there is shocking, it has some level of details probably few other mangakas can reach, but it’s according to the dark fantasy of the manga, and Guts’s constant rage, so is as valid as every manga that has a drawing with less detail but is according to that manga's necessities. Also, Urasawa’s use of symbolism is also represented by his art, and this can be seen in 20th century boys, which constantly uses symbols to represent either the cult or the characters. Urasawa tries to focus on the emotions, the expression of the characters, he shows the importance of these feelings, and he also makes very good portraying it in the faces, he can really make you understand how each character feel in each situation. Its funny how Monster main antagonist, Johan, has a blank face, and is not a coincidence that Urasawa made this character like this, because everyone feels real of how they express, unlike Johan, that it always feels awkward when he isn’t acting. The palette of emotions he gives us in every work, is well executed, specially in Pluto, where this manga teach us the importance of our feelings, of our behaviours surrounding our emotions, and is maybe one of the prettiest mangas I have seen, not because the art is the most beautiful the human eye can see, but because is the art that represents well the story, it represent the goal to show us the spectators how they feel.

Thanks to Urasawa, I could understand that the best form of art isn’t the level of detail in the drawing, but the necessary level of details to accomplish what the spectator needs to feel the work’s true expression.

-Alfredo Salas

[llgn1]

Dream of the Eternal Lovers: Final Chapter

Johan was as prompt as always, but the early bird known as Lucy was already ten minutes late. He sent her a text message to which she replied that she was on her way. He took a seat in Lucy's usual spot, watching all the people going from one place to another, and remembering the first time they met on this very same platform. 'It seems like a lifetime has passed. To think it would lead up to this.'

Lucy finally arrived and Johan got up to his feet. Lucy was quite shy at this moment as she waved at him with her fingers. He could tell that she was a bit nervous as the feeling was mutual. “Excuse me, Miss. I'm looking for someone and she's running late. You wouldn't happen to have seen her, would you?”

“Oh. And who is this girl you are talking about?”

“Well, the only way I can describe her is that she's a very pretty girl, the prettiest in the world. You can't miss her.”

Lucy couldn't contain her giddiness. “She must be so lucky to have a friend like you. I'm looking for a boy, but he's nerdy and would rather sit in his apartment to write his books. If only he was as outgoing and as handsome as you.”

“Hey, now,” Johan was miffed but Lucy only laughed as she approached Johan and gave him a hug, an action that immediately made him forgive her.

She backed away a few steps to get a good look at him. With a sweet smile on her face, "So, have you decided?"

Johan returned the smile with one on his own. "I have. Have you decided?"

Lucy grabbed onto his hand and clasped it with the other. Johan took his hand and placed it on top of hers. "I have."

The End

[yenache]

Funky Lil Lookism Headcanons

Random list of headcannons I have collected over time in my notes app. Most of these were from last year💀.

J-High/Johan/Hostel

If he's not out there literally stopping illegal organizations, Daniel watches anime during his free time.

Zack can actually speak English decently. (Mira ONCE told him that she couldn't understand this English song and he just started learning English just so he could translate everything to her).We love a Bisexual and Bilingual king.

Mira was REAALY interested in Psychology when she was like 13-15 and Zack would be trying to impress her saying "Johan is crying. I know that something is wrong because I am an empath😌" while Johan is literally having a breakdown on the side of the room because of the bullying

Jay and Joy both collect coins/ paper bills from any country they could get their hands on.

The girls would have a monthly girl's night out where they splurge and be the girlbosses they are.

Mira had an astrology phase and would base everyone on their zodiac sign.

Sally has a secret stash of BL under her bed hhh. YOU SAW HOW SHE REACTED WHEN JAKE AND ELI ACCIDENTALLY KISSED WHILE FIGHTING. MY GIRL HAD AN AWAKENING

Zack listens Ricky Montgomery.

Eli definetly exploits the fact that he's an attractive Asian and would post shit on tiktok like "Pick your Asian🤪" or "I'm just a lonely Asian. Who wants to keep me company🥺🥺"

Warren has a tiktok account where he does pranks on hostel members(and sometimes Big Deal if he sharpened up his Jeet Kune Do skills cause boy-) but he doesn't know that the comments are laughing AT him not WITH him.

Hostel probably share one whole tiktok account where they post family stuff.

Sally, Natalie and Amy, and Derek and Max would also duet Eli and Warren's cringey tiktoks.

Zoe DEFINETLY had that acrylic painting on calculators phase and now every single person in the classroom has painted calculators by yours truly.

Johan gets cold really easily.

Jasmine probably runs an online shops where she sells cute children's clothes and other accessories and she's actually a decent mother figure to the kids.

Zoe thinks the prettiest features of a person is their smile and she finds irregular/toothy smiles really cute.

Joy is a really popular editor on Instagram and would even edit her friends.

Zack's type is definetly brown hair and puppy-like visuals.

Jay teaches Joy simple self defense moves.

Jace would tell Vasco little fun facts throughout the day and Vasco absolutely loves them.

Workers/Big Deal/Choi group

Jake would color in his tattoos when stressed. 

Everyone in Big Deal is gifted handmade scarves and lip balms by the girls from the street.

Samuel used to have a Gabpryong Kim stan account

Vivi used to secretly bring food from the mansion to Xiaolong. Xiaolong always refuses to take it.

Sinu can do a perfect Joker impression down from the mannerisms to the voice.

I have no idea how but Jerry and Johan would've been friends and Jerry would've called themselves "the pretty boy duo😎" 💀💀

Kouji likes grape Fanta and thrives off that drink.

Goo gives new suits to his secret friends every month. He always makes sure to give Samuel's clothes a size too small.

Samuel would rather get beat up by Jake than admit the fact he cried during Encanto.

Lineman would make really bad metaphors and would have to explain what it means.

Gun and Goo watch survival shows together. They loooveee the Produce series.

Gun and Goo used to post the cringiest unfunniest shit on Vine. Goo still thinks it's top-tier humor.

Kouji made one of those "cringefest vine compilations"on YouTube which was 90% of their videos.

I firmly believe Jake is still stuck on his musically phase and taught Johan 2016 slang while they were doing their shift as bouncers. You do not understand how mortified Zack was to hear Johan use 2016 slang.

Gun actually just tells everyone he meets who's at least decent at fighting that they're "wOrThy tO bE mY suCcEsSor" just to inflate their ego.

Every time Big Deal wants to recruit someone into their gang, they just chase them down until they get a yes.

And those are some of my Lookism headcannons! If you guys want some more of a specific character you can just ask me! I'm not particularly good at romance headcannons though so...maybe someone more talented can help you with that💀💀.

[sscarletvenus]

J high and the 4 crews reacting to Fem BigDaniel Park Reveal

@the-sun-and-moon-dreams always coming through with my favourite lookism headcanons ily (also i’ll just chip in with some of my thoughts BEFORE the reveal)

first of all, fem daniel park may hide her identity as a result of severe body dysmorphia from years of bullying by logan and the others(this time maybe from girls as well?) at her previous school (which may have been different in a worse way because, as crystal pointed out, bullying from girls is subtle but nastier)... the inadequacy, shame, and fear of appearing weak is still present, even in her PERFECT body

anyways so jay would probably be the first one to know because of his richboy connections (i feel that he keeps files of every student at jaewon kinda like eugene hahaha), but he’s really head over heels for daniel, so if she wants to keep it a secret then so be it. he’ll probably grow WAY more protective and possessive over her than he already is tho… ( him and daniel would be a “HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES” kinda couple lol)

crystal would know either because of the stalker incident (where daniel or her stalker could’ve blurted out something, or daniel’s mannerisms had changed because of the vulnerable situation), or from spying on her. charles choi would ofc know the truth so maybe he might’ve kept the 2 bodies part from crystal, but told her that daniel was in fact a girl?

johan gets to know during the animal cruelty arc only, because i remember that they went to the police and all… so during the id verification, he could’ve gotten that. fem daniel’s behaviour would sometimes remind him of mira and he has several complicated feelings about that…

about the rest of the four major crews : one man intelligence agency eugene spills the beans during the summit meeting, like he did with johan’s eyes and then its dead silence followed by choking, coughing, gasping, and literally eyes popping out of ppl’s heads lmaooo

vasco would be the most unaffected like he would just pat her on the back and bawl his guts out for fighting her when she transferred but otherwise he would be pretty chill

zack… hmm ofc he would feel awful for fighting her. also he was having bro talk with daniel for months about how to become better for mira, and it was working pretty well and then it would hit him like a ton of bricks. daniel’s advice was awesome because, well… anyways he would be guilty, embarrassed, thankful, admiring, confused at the same time lmao

HOSTEL : eli seems the type to remain unaffected by whatever the fuck happens, so its just raised eyebrows then back to poker face lol (however he too would definitely be in much more awe of her fighting skills), warren would be simply flabbergasted, and sally would be glad to have another cute girlboss such as herself on the block

BIG DEAL : hoo boy imagine getting beaten to filth by a girl just days prior… jake the feminist king that he is would support daniel kicking more ass and even cheer from the sidelines!!! also i think he and daniel should become two pretty best friends who take down eugene’s evil ass together (I REALLY, REALLY WANT FEM DANIEL AND FEM JAKE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE!!! their dynamic would be SOOO cool and i LOVE seeing beautiful, beautiful women kick absolute ass)

workers would be intrigued at best because they really treat everything like a specimen to be studied, with mild clinical interest that’s all

daniel would not even care because she has started to recover and accept herself after the jiho incident, and would just tell the j high boys that they can do whatever they want with this information… she really owes nothing to anyone (zoe gets to know and immediately proceeds to have a sexuality crisis)

in conclusion J-HIGH has a new GODDESS : DANIEL PARK

BONUS :

Gun would be infatuated. Like he would actually look forward to getting his ass kicked by the prettiest girl he’s ever seen… he would forfeit all of his mortal possessions just to have a chance with fem daniel

DG lol he would get all flustered because the convenience store girl has suddenly gotten all cute and the sauna scene would get so much more questionable than it already is lmao

do you think jiho is aware of fem daniel because of the arrest? like it would be so much more humilating for his seasame seed-sized ego to push a girl out of the window (who was his, no matter what he convinced himself, friend?)

[yankee-am]

Hear me out here

Consider:

> Lost bby Johan doesn’t get turned away from Big Deal

> Johan offered to join the girls in selling clothes, and the girls are clearly enamored with him

> Samuel doesn’t think having a boy running one of their shops would be good for business

> Ever wonder how Johan was so skilled at crossdressing and passing as a girl in the One Night arc? ☝️

> Sinu, with his Big Dad Energy, takes to Johan instantly

> Johan realizes that being totally blind in one eye isn’t slowing Sinu down or stopping him from being a great leader

> Johan gets a good role model for his disability, Sinu gets someone to take care of, and Big Deal gets their prettiest shop mascot

> LET THEM BE HAPPY OKAY

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Wednesday 28 August 1839

[In this installment Anne drives much too fast and consequently has a spat with a postboy over her reckless undertaking! Pigs’ gourmand preferences, the relative merits of several types of firewood, and a nouveau riche’s lack of style are then discussed, and a very pretty village and impressive waterfall are admired by Anne and Ann. We also learn who gets a good deal of the profit from Dannemora mine and some of the things he does with the money.]

[up at] 6 50/”

[to bed at] 11 50/”

fine but dull Fahrenheit 61º at 7 a.m. all ready at 7 3/4 –  breakfast at 8 – Suderby est 3/4 de mile d’ici – Mr. Tamm’s house called Ӧsterby, and the village also so called the house close upon the lake – See and buy plan of Rome – bought for the governor of Upsala for 10 rigs dollars    off from Ӧsterby at 9 – comfortable there – bill 6 Dollars Banco and gave the woman 12 skillings

boy from Bro uncivil Rowe about my driving so fast – did the 1/2 mile 25 minutes so had to change here or were to have gone to the next station – by law must drive 1 mile in 1 1/2 hour* – nice drive to Bro – good farming and crops and land, and well inhabited for Sweden – Bro (pronounced Broo) a very small scattered hamlet 

Nice foresty drive from Bro to Hokambo the station house and a cottage or 2 – one might perhaps sleep here if necessary –  Scotch fir called Tall (pronounced Tahl) good for burning and ship building and charcoal – Spruce called Graun not good for burning – dangerous because flies off in sparks – Pigs very fond of the roots of brackens (orm graes, serpent grass) Preserve grapes in ant-hill stuff – our peasant rents of Mr. Tamm of arable land what will sow 6 tonneaus or sacks of corn – 1 tonneau = 500 to 600 ells square – and he had pasture that would keep 6 cows tho’ he has but 3 – he has 5 horses and 9 sheep –  roads 8 or 9 feet wide – but at 2 1/4 get into wide road for a while –  at 2 25/” enter gate into the very pretty of Löfsta – Count Jer, pronounced (Yare) the richest man in Sweden to whom 1/3 of the Dannemora mines belongs – large handsome 3 story high barn – forges shut nobody there – very pretty village and lake – avenue of good trees a sort of maple common everywhere here and ash and elm –  neat, yellow-washed mortar-splashed cottages of the Count’s workmen good scattered village – then the brick chateau with pediment in front towards charged with the Count’s arms and supporters – pretty shrubby ground and gardens - hot-houses etc. large orange trees in tubs, and everything in good taste and style – much better than chez Tam who got his house and a great deal by his wife and bought a great deal himself – he  and his son associated in the business and the son has what came by his mother –  Löfsta with its chateau the prettiest nicest village and place we have seen in Sweden – 

Here at Skerpling (pronounced Sherpling) at 3 37/” – pass several ant-hills in the forests today – like little haycocks perhaps 2 feet 6 inches high and as much in diameter at the bottom – very fine day – wrote while we change horses –  fjord right – then foresty to (at 5 20/” ) picturesque village – good church scattered good little village – then forest – till at 6 35/” alight for 1/4 hour a little above the bridge and go down to the saw mill to see the fall of the Dal at the hamlet of Elfkerby – no fall at Trolhättan equal to it – but a place to see it from wanted – we scrambled for a point de vue from the end of the saw mill over the water goit –  Charles xiii’s Bro and Charles John has diminished (lowered) the toll in 1816 – at Elfkerby at 7 11/” – single house –  not large – had it looked tempting would have slept there and gone to breakfast tomorrow at Geffle – the town of Elfkerby with its church straggles in a long line along the East side of the river called East Elfkerby and what is on this side (a few scattered houses) called says our hobbletehoy horseman West Elfkerby – the fall and the scenery immediately around – the river – the town of Elfkerby – the surrounding woods etc. very fine bit of scenery – a drop or 2 of rain at the bridge toll-house but holds off – latterly darkish – at Geffle at 9 55/”  no good doings –  

Anne’s marginal notes:

Plan of Rome

Scotch fir

Löfsta

anthills

Fall of the Dal

Note on Anne’s speeding:

*The miles referred to here are Scandinavian miles: in 1839, one Scandinavian mile equalled 10.688 km. Anne’s account enables us to calculate that she was driving at the rate of 12.83 km/h (or about 8 English miles per hour), while the postboy, and the law, expected her to do 7.13 km/h (or 4.4 mph) between stations. If this seems rather on the slow side, later on Anne will tell us how much she enjoys travelling on Finnish roads because gates are infrequent, whereas in Sweden a gate tends to pop up in the road every half an English mile or so. Having to slow down and faff around with a gate this often would certainly tend to make for a low speed of travel, as would the narrowness of road - Anne seems to think 8 or 9 feet does not make for a wide road.

WYAS pages:  SH:7/ML/TR/13/0013     SH:7/ML/TR/13/0014

Lövsta Bruk, by Johan Fredrik Julin (1798-1843); the prettiest and nicest place Anne and Ann had yet seen in Sweden:  

A view of Älvkarleby Falls from the saw mill (where Anne and Ann saw them from) by Elias Martin (1739-1818); the waterfalls were destroyed in their original form when they were harnessed for a power station in 1915:

[orleans-jester]

Pierre Johan Renault

Son of Esmeralda Lovelace (Hostess, Entertainer) and Phoebus Renault (Police). Twin brother of Agnes Renault.

Groundhog Day; Can capture people in a time loop, but only for short periods of time.

Born on the afternoon of March 11; Pisces

While his mother took more of an interest in his sister, Pierre grew up with heart eyes for his father. Right off the bat, they had a lot in common, including watching sports, wrestling, and lots of physical activity. They were usually out with one another, playing baseball or taking in Saints’ games when they played on home soil. Sure, he would spend some time with his mom but it was clear who the favorite parent was. He first started using his powers on his father to create time loops so that they could spend more and more time playing, over and over again, but once it was found out that it was magic, Phoebus immediately put a stop to that. He still causes loops for his own amusement at times, but knows better than to try it on his parents.

He grew up to look more  like his mother, with the dusky skin tone, the dark hair, the mysterious allure of an exotic face. And he used it to his advantage. Unlike his sister who was punished into being a good person, he had a troublemaker streak in him, which was definitely much more like his mother, and the man who had raised her. He’d put people in time loops when they fell, so he could watch them fall over and over again. Even though this was heavily frowned upon by his parents and sibling, he’d never stop. It was just too fun.

And with the pretty face came the admirers. A serial dater since age eleven, there hasn’t been a time in the last couple of years where he didn’t have some pretty girl or boy on his arm. Even with the street kids, or the ones that had homes, he didn’t care, as long as they had a pretty face. Nothing wrong with being superficial when you look like this. And once he got into magic school, things were unlikely to change. He’d still be invited to, and throw, the best parties in the place. He’d date the prettiest people. And he’d probably have his sister watching over him all the time. He loved her of course, she was his best friend, but dear Lord, how would he survive with a third parent reporting all he was doing?

[queenofcats17]

And They Were Schoolmates

@insane-control-room and I wrote a story about our Joey’s being little kids and going to school together. 

It also takes place in a universe where Johan was adopted by @startistdoodles Jekyll and Charlotte.

AO3 link is here.

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The young children were in school, as most children should be. Johan was one of those students that, if placed near a window, would never pay attention to the class, but he would certainly struggle and try to. He also was a nervous boy in class, especially because he was coming into the school year late, being that he had just been recently adopted into the Drew family. He was nervous about going into a new school, to a new class, in a new city. So he trembled a little bit as the teacher began to introduce him, and she paused, and he held his breath, anticipating the question.

“How do you pronounce your name, dear?” she asked him, and he sighed, “Jo-han or Yo-han, it doesn’t matter.”

“So, everyone, welcome….”

“Johan R-Ramirez. Um. Drew.”

From across the room, another young boy had his eyes glued to the new student. He was slumped over his desk in an attempt to get as far forward in his seat as he could so that he would be able to get a good look at the new boy. This young boy was also named Joey Drew, which was a point of pride for him. 

“I’m gonna be just like Mr. Drew when I’m older,” he would often proclaim. “We’ve got the same name and everything!” He could often be found in a corner, furiously drawing Bendy, Ivy, Alice, and Boris. He wanted to be an artist just like the older Joey Drew. He was not entirely sure if this new boy had a connection to the famous studio head, but he certainly hoped Johan was interested in art too. He did not have a lot of people to draw with.

“What’re you staring at the new kid so much for?” one of the boys in the desk next to him snickered. “You wanna marry him, Freckle?” The reason for this nickname was obvious.

“Fuck off!” Freckle snapped. 

“Joseph! We do not use that sort of language in school!” The teacher’s attention snapped to the freckled boy with the cloud of dark hair. However, Johan, still standing up front, lit up with a bright grin, eyes squinting with awe. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Freckle mumbled, his face going red as he sunk in his seat. Well, there went any chance of the new kid thinking he was cool. The boy who had antagonized him snickered and elbowed his friends, who all laughed as well. Freckle glared at them out of the corner of his eye. The joke was on them. Esther would totally beat them up later. Or maybe not. She was always so worried about getting in trouble lately.

The teacher sighed and shook her head. The only open desk was right next to Joey, and so she gestured to the desk. Johan, a little small for his age, climbed onto his seat, fiddling with his pencils. Freckle immediately forgot his irritation at the other boys, turning his attention instantly onto Johan. Johan smiled at him, winked, then turned sharply to face the boys who had made fun of Freckle with a look in his red eyes that spelled murder, still bearing that adorable small smile, but, his canine teeth seemed sharper than at first glance. Something about him flared danger, an apex predator in the midst of humans, but… was he not simply adorable? The boys shifted in their seats uncomfortably, some long-forgotten survival instinct sparking.

“Whoa,” Freckle whispered, his eyes shining. This boy was going to be his friend, he decided. Because not only had he just stood up for him, but he was also the prettiest person Freckle had ever seen in his life. Freckle thought a lot of boys were pretty, but not like Johan. Johan had eyes that looked like rubies and blue hair! Freckle had never met anyone with blue hair before!

Surreptitiously, Freckle took a piece of notebook paper out of his folder and scribbled a message before crumpling it up and sneakily passing it Johan when the teacher was not looking.

Johan rose an eyebrow, and picked it up, carefully unfolding it and squinting a little to read it.

Written inside, in rather messy handwriting, was:

Do you want to be my friend? 

Yes  No  Maybe

There was a little box beside each answer for Johan to mark.

Johan giggled, but seemed a little nervous. While he read, Freckle watched him intently, with absolutely no subtlety. Johan glanced at him, and blinked, then checked the maybe. He then made a small paper airplane out of it and blew on it to land precisely on Freckle’s desk, right in front of him.

Immediately, Freckle snatched up the paper, scanning the lines for his answer. The ‘maybe’ made butterflies flutter in his stomach. He would have to talk to Johan at lunch, he decided. He let out a small dreamy sigh.

“Joseph? Is there something you’d like to share with the class?” the teacher asked, finally noticing that Freckle did not seem to be paying attention at all. Freckle froze, the paper still in his hands. 

“Joseph.” The teacher began to make her way through the desks. “What do you have?”

He could not let her see. Everyone would make fun of him even more! Freckle began to hyperventilate a bit. His first instinct was to shove it in his mouth. But she was almost there! He didn’t have time! Johan glanced at him again, snatched the note, and ate it, in the span of a fraction of a moment, far faster than any other child or person.

The look he gave the teacher was so innocent, with wide eyes and it seemed as though he did not move at all.

“Ma’am, I do believe you’re imagining things,” he said with full respect, his big eyes truthful. “He doesn’t have anything.”

“Well… alright.” She frowned and turned away, heading back to the board. She thought of making an appointment with her psychologist again. These children had an incredible ability to slowly grind away at her sanity with their antics. She picked up her marker and resumed teaching.

The rest of the day up until lunch was rather boring. It involved the usual lessons and worksheets. Freckle could hardly pay attention. Then again, he generally had a hard time paying attention. Johan seemed to do well, until it came to math, and the boy pushed aside his paperwork after looking at it for a few moments, making up in his mind to ask Charlotte for help. They were starting to get into long division and memorizing multiplication tables, which was all rather complicated, and for Johan, whose strong suit was never really mathematics, it was pure gibberish. Freckle was almost wriggling out of his seat by the time the teacher announced it was time for lunch. 

“Everyone form a single file line,” she said. “If you brought your lunch today, get your lunchboxes from your lockers.”

Freckle scrambled out of his desk to get his lunch box before getting over to Johan as fast as he could. 

“Do you wanna eat lunch with me?” he asked. “I wanna get to know you.” He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, his cheeks pink with excitement. He too was small for his age, so he was not much bigger than Johan. He had a sickly and awkward air to him, as though he was not exactly sure of himself at any point. 

Johan gripped the little bag of lunch he held, and shrugged. In a quiet voice, he answered him, “sure.”

Freckle lit up. “Cool!” he said. He almost could barely contain himself. He really did not have a lot of friends, especially not after the stunt he had pulled last year where he had bitten another kid for saying mean things about Esther. And that other time he had thrown a dodgeball too hard at a kid and given them a nosebleed because they had called him a mean name. And the time he had punched a kid for throwing his sketchbook in the mud. There was a reason the teachers called him a ‘problem child’. His parents were trying to find ways he could channel his anger more effectively.

“So, why’re here?” Freckle asked as they started to walk out of the classroom. “I mean, why’d you transfer in the middle of the year?” He knew he asked too many questions sometimes, and he hoped that would not drive his new potential friend away.

“I… didn’t t-transfer,” Johan picked his words carefully. “I wasn’t in any school this year yet.”

“Oh.” Freckle kept walking, frowning a bit. He was not sure what that meant. 

“How, um, how are the classes h-here?” Johan asked politely, crunching and unclenching the end of his lunch bag. He was frightened by the entire school, especially since he worried that he might disappoint his new parents. “And are the teachers n-nice?”

“The classes are fine, I guess.” Freckle shrugged. “Y’know, music and math and history and stuff. The teachers...” He paused and wrinkled his nose. “Most of ‘em are okay. Some of them are buttheads, though.”

Johan giggled. “You’re funny.”

“Good funny or weird funny?” Freckle asked, a frown descending over his features. “‘Cause sometimes people just say that when they think I’m weird.”

“I think all funny is good, but…” Johan shrugged. “Good? I guess?”

“Okay!” Freckle immediately brightened, swinging his lunchbox back and forth. “Thank you! I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever met!”

Johan blinked with surprise. He had never been called pretty before. He blushed, looking at his shoes. “Um… thank you….”

“You’re welcome!” Freckle gave him a big grin, showcasing his missing front teeth. He and Johan then entered the lunchroom, and sat next to each other. Johan paused with something akin to nervousness before opening his lunch bag, letting out a bated breath in relief. Freckle leaned over his shoulder to peek. “Whatcha got?”

“Uh… a peanut butter and j-jelly sandwich, an apple, and chips,” Johan said, trying to keep the delight from his voice. He loved chips very much, and normally his father would never let him have them, but… Johan’s smile faltered as he recalled the very reason why he was there. He picked up his sandwich and tried to take a bite, not feeling very hungry. He tried to stir up conversation with Freckle, to detract from himself. “A-and what about you?”

“Mmmm...” Freckle opened his lunchbox to check. “Carrot sticks, kosher hotdog, and a cookie!” 

His mother had also included a little note telling him she hoped he had a good day and had drawn a clumsy Bendy in the corner. He giggled to himself at the note. He appreciated that his mother tried to draw Bendy, even if she wasn’t all that good at it.

Johan spotted the little demon, and he focused his gaze on his own apple, nibbling on it.

“So… do you like drawing?” Freckle asked as he started munching on his carrot sticks. “Or movies?”

“Um… my… um…” Johan tried to think of what to say, not able to use one word, not desiring to use another. “I was p-put into a lot of art classes.”

“Okay. But do you like it?” Freckle repeated. 

Johan shrugged. He did not really know what he liked any more. The social worker told him that it was the shock, and when it would wear off, he would start to feel better, both in a literal and metaphorical sense. “Maybe. I guess.”

“Oh...Okay.” Freckle’s face fell a bit. “Well, I like drawing. I kinda hoped I could make an art friend. But it’s okay if you don’t!” He quickly added. “I don’t wanna force you to like stuff or anything. That’s mean.”

“I’m just a little… um, t-tired,” Johan excused himself. “I’ve had some r-really busy days lately.”

“Oooh.” Freckle nodded sagely. “That makes sense. My sister gets all vague when she’s tired too.”

Johan finished his apple, throwing the core away.

“I don’t have any siblings,” he said softly, opening his sandwich bag and eating it rather quickly. “I might get one later, but I don’t know.”

“Oh...” Freckle paused, carrot stick halfway to his mouth. “Um...Sorry?” He wasn’t really sure if he needed to apologize for Johan not having siblings, but Johan seemed really sad so he thought it would be good. 

Johan’s sandwich vanished as he ate the last bits. He would have to as Charl- his mother. Mother. For more food for the next time. 

Freckle ate another carrot stick. “Do you want some of my cookie?” he asked. It looked like Johan was almost done with his food, and his mother had always said sharing was good for making friends.

Johan shook his head, and pointed at his chips. 

“I still have some food left. I’m good.”

“Okay.” Freckle had finished his carrots now and was working on the hot dog.

Johan felt weird talking. He had not talked much since… it happened. He never even talked much before then. He quietly ate his chips, eating one at a time, almost mechanically.

Freckle watched him, kicking his feet back and forth. He felt like something was going on with Johan, something big and important. He wanted to know what it was. But he definitely did not want to push Johan, if only for fear of driving him away. 

The bell to go outside rang just as Johan finished the last of his food. Freckle sprang to his feet, scrambling to pack up the remains of his lunch. 

“I gotta show you the playground!” he said, bouncing up and down. Johan shrugged and followed after him. The playground was spacious, and Johan’s ears tilted back with the noise. Freckle was fully ready to charge ahead, until he noticed Johan hanging back. 

“You okay?” he asked.

“It’s just a little loud…” he smiled shakily.

“Oh...” Freckle looked around, face screwed up in concentration. “Well...There’s a tree that’s a little ways away. We can hang out there. It’s pretty quiet.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Johan assured him, moving on. “I’ll get used to it in a m-minute.”

“Okay.” Freckle kept frowning, bouncing on his heels. “Just tell me if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Johan did not know what to say, so he thought it wise to simply nod. 

Freckle kept bouncing on his heels, starting to hum to himself. Pretty soon he was just straight up dancing in place, completely caught up in the song he was remembering. Johan vibrated along. It was a minute or two before Freckle realized what he was doing. 

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he mumbled, going bright red. “Kinda… kinda forgot I wasn’t alone.”

“That’s ok,” Johan assured him. “We all do, s-sometimes.”

“Okay...” Freckle smiled shyly. “So… Uh… wanna play on the swings?”

“Sure,” Johan felt like he was being very bland.

“Cool!” Freckle made a beeline for the swings. He was getting excited again.

“You wanna have a contest to see who can swing higher?” he asked. Johan just nodded, though he worried a little. His… He was told not to over exert himself. Would this count?

Freckle started to swing, pumping his legs back and forth in order to swing higher and higher. Once again, he did not notice Johan’s hesitation. He always seemed to get tunnel vision when he was excited about something. Johan slowly swung to and fro, trying very hard to keep up, but also trying very hard to enjoy it. Freckle was far more energetic than he, and caught in the wind, going faster and faster. Johan felt his back begin to throb, and his legs started to ache. He slowed down even more, letting the velocity and momentum carry him. He watched Freckle swing as he crawled to a stop. It took a bit for Freckle to notice that Johan was slowing down. Once he did, he slowed down as well. 

“You okay?” he asked. His heartbeat began to speed up as a thought occurred to him. He hadn’t pegged Johan as the sickly type, but if he was… had Freckle been pushing him past his limit?

Johan smiled weakly, and coughed into his elbow, then spoke, his voice a little raspy, “Yeah. J-just tired.”

“Okay...” Freckle frowned. “Are you sick?”

“I-I’m not sick!” Johan’s already vast eyes widened. “Just… just, um. Tired.”

“I get it if you are,” Freckle said. “I used to be really sick too. The doctors said it was a compromised immune system or something.” He was better now, mostly, but there had been a point when he had been really little when he had been sick all the time. 

“I’m n-not.” Johan repeated, on the defensive. He never liked talking about his health. Not even with him. And now, especially not, now that he was gone. “Just tired.”

“Okay...” Freckle looked down at his feet, kicking a bit. “‘M sorry for pushing. Essie says I gotta stop doing that. She says I ask too many questions.” 

“Questions are g-good,” Johan mumbled. “They keep us th-thinking.”

“Yeah. Yeah, they are.” Freckle smiled a bit. “Thanks!”

“No problem.” Johan answered quietly, wondering what on earth Freckle was thanking him for.

“I mean, uh, thanks for not saying I’m stupid or annoying.” Freckle blushed, looking quickly away. 

“But you’re not,” Johan seemed perplexed. “Why would I s-say that?”

“I dunno...” Freckle shrugged. “People just say I’m annoying or stupid. Like the teachers or the other kids.” He kicked the air. “‘Cause I don’t pay attention in class or I talk too loud or too much.”

“That’s not nice.” Johan firmly stated.

“My parents say that too. That it’s not nice. Doesn’t stop people from doing it.” Freckle’s expression had darkened as he watched the ground. “It’s not fair. But no one gives a shit.” He knew he wasn’t supposed to use that word, but he didn’t care.

“My… um. Someone I knew said that life doesn’t like being f-fair,” Johan offered. “I dunno what he meant by that, c-cause life isn't, you know, a-a person. Life is… well, life.”

“I mean, people believe in gods and stuff,” Freckle said. “They think gods control life. In, like, pagan religions and stuff. My family just believes in one god though. My dad says God’s a dick sometimes and that’s why life’s not fair.” Still he smiled at Johan’s attempt to make him feel better. Johan was really nice.

“...” Johan did not know what to say to that. He, personally, was conflicted, but always felt… safe. No matter what, it always felt, to him, that he was being watched over, no matter how bad it got or what happened.

“Sorry. I guess I got kind of dark,” Freckle laughed weakly. “I didn’t make you sad, did I?”

“No,” Johan looked away. “You didn’t.”

“Okay.” Freckle went back to kicking at the air. “Do you wanna talk about other stuff now?”

“Um… like what?” Johan’s ears tilted back. He felt out of place. 

“Like art?” Freckle suggested hopefully. “I like drawing stuff.”

“M… My new dad is an a-artist,” Johan quietly admitted. 

“That’s really cool. I think art is awesome. I wanna be an artist when I get older.” Freckle puffed out his chest proudly. “Like Joey Drew, the guy who runs the cartoon studio. ‘Cause my name’s Joey Drew too! So I’m gonna be like him and make cartoons!”

“Yeah…” Johan looked to his toes, his shoes polished and pristine, the way she made him clean them constantly. Not a single mar would be allowed on them. Charlotte hopefully would be different, but he did not want to risk finding out. He did not know if he should tell his new friend the identity of his adoptive father. What if they did not like him and he would have to go back to the orphanage? Why should he spark false hope?

Freckle looked over him, getting worried all over again. Johan just seemed really sad and he was not sure why. He did not know if it was his fault and he was starting to get worried. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. “You seem really sad. Just, like, in general.” 

“O-Oh… I’m fine,” Johan tried to assure him. He exhaled a little bit. “Just tired.”

“It’s not something I’m doing, is it?” Anxiety was painted all over Freckle’s features. “I mean, I get it if it is my fault. I’m sorry if I’m pushing you too hard or something. You just seem really cool and I really want to be your friend ‘cause I don’t have a lot of friends and I’m really sorry if I’m doing something wrong.” 

His breathing began to speed up as his anxious thoughts began to close in. He was driving away another potential friend. He always did this. He always drove everyone away. And then, he would drive his family away eventually too. Sure, they said they would always love him, but they would have to abandon him too, sooner or later. Esther was already starting to draw away. She did not have time to beat up his bullies anymore. She had high school stuff to worry about and a job and a boyfriend. 

“It’s not your fault,” Johan stated, his voice like the tolling of a death knell. “It’s just things happening at bad times. It’s not you.”

“Okay...” Freckle kept his gaze on his shoes. He’d drawn on the sides with Sharpie when he was bored, all the drawings crowded and overlapping each other. “Sorry for freaking out.”

“It’s okay,” Johan replied, not knowing what else to say. He wished he had some guidance, or at the very least, was not afraid to ask for it. 

“If you’ve got stuff going on, maybe you should go to a therapist or something,” Freckle said, although his voice wavered a bit. “My parents have been trying to get me to go to one.” He did not want to go to a therapist, but his parents kept gently bringing up the subject. They were worried about him. He knew that. But he felt like if he went it would be admitting that there was something wrong with him. The other kids would have a field day if they heard he was going to therapy. Especially some of the meaner ones. His parents seemed so sure it would help, though.

“I wanna figure this out on m-my own a little,” Johan quietly mumbled.

“It’s okay to ask for help, y’know.” Freckle glanced over at him. “We’re kids. We can’t really do everything on our own.” His expression was unsure, almost scared. He’d just felt a lot of feelings and was a little vulnerable. 

“I know,” Johan’s hands trembled a little, he feeling slightly overwhelmed. “If I n-need help I’ll ask for it.”

“Okay.” Freckle went silent for a bit, watching him. He was still worried about Johan. Johan still did not look okay.

The bell to go back inside rang.

“I guess we gotta go in.” Freckle hopped off the swing. He was a bit disappointed. He had hoped recess would be more fun. So far, all it seemed that he had managed to do was make his new friend sad.

“Hey…” Johan studied him closely. “Don’t worry a bit ‘bout me. I’ll be ok in a j-jiffy. Just n-need a little time and rest.”

“Well...Okay.” Freckle pouted a bit. “But I do wanna be your friend. If that’s okay.” He added the last part quickly at the end. “Like I said, I get if you don’t wanna be my friend. But, um, I think you’re really cool and I do wanna be friends.”

Then he ran back inside. Johan followed, slower, more deliberate, but nonetheless, followed him back into their classroom.

At the end of the day, Freckle approached him once more. 

“Um, I know this is kinda weird...” he said, playing with the straps of his backpack. “But do you wanna come over to my house? To like...work on homework or whatever?”

Johan shifted uncomfortably. He did! He really did! But, he knew he should go home. He did not want Charlotte or J- his parents to worry. So, he inhaled slowly, and then spoke.

“I don’t think it’s a g-good idea yet,” he answered quietly. He looked to his shoes. “I gotta go home for now, but m-maybe in a little bit from now? Like… a week or s-so?”

“Oh...Okay.” Freckle’s face fell briefly, but he quickly smiled again. “I’ll ask again later.” He was disappointed that Johan had said no, but Johan had also said he could ask again later! So he still had a chance to befriend this boy! Even though they already were more or less friends already… but him coming over would solidify their friendship.

Johan gave him a small smile, then turned to hurry home. Freckle turned away and did the same, grinning to himself. 

And so, Freckle dutifully waited, continuing to talk to Johan in school and share his interests with the other boy. He delightfully discovered that Johan did enjoy drawing, but it took the boy a few days for his spark to come back. Freckle was absolutely ecstatic when he discovered this, bringing in lots of colored pencils and markers for them to draw with. He felt comfortable chattering on excitedly to Johan about the Bendy cartoons. Which, for some reason, made Johan very quiet. Freckle was not sure whether to ask about it or not. He decided not to for the moment. He stopped talking about Bendy so much, talking about other things that did not make Johan sad. 

A few weeks later, Freckle asked again.

“Do you wanna come over to my house?”

“I can a-ask my mom for tomorrow,” Johan replied after a moment. “We t-talked a little and she said that I sh-should ask in advance.”

“Okay! Cool!” Freckle lit up, bouncing on the balls of his feet. This was going to be so much fun! He could show Johan his room, they could play games. Hopefully Esther wouldn’t be in one of her moods. She was always so cranky.

The next day, when Johan sat beside him waiting for class to start, he smiled at him.

“My mom said that it’s alright if I come to your place today.” he informed him. 

Freckle burst into a wide grin, replying with an exclamation of, “Great!” It was finally happening. He was finally bringing a friend home!

After school, the two lads walked with Freckle’s older sister. Esther always picked Freckle up so they could walk home after school. Their parents worried about Freckle getting distracted and getting lost. Mostly because it had happened more than once. Esther had initially been a bit suspicious of this new boy, but upon seeing him she had decided he was absolutely no threat at all. He was rather small and shy, letting Freckle take the reins, which was good concerning Freckle’s slightly overbearing tendencies.

“This is Johan!” Freckle announced, pointing excitedly to his new friend. “He’s coming over!” 

“Nice to meet you.” Esther gave him a gentle smile. “I’m Esther.” What had she been worried about? There was no way this kid was out to hurt Freckle. He was so cute. She kind of wanted to pinch his cheeks. But that would be weird. 

“H-Hello, señorita,” he said softly with a quiet trill in his voice. “Pleasure to meet you. Freckle is a very nice friend.”

“I’m glad he’s been behaving himself,” she said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Freckle protested, stamping his foot and folding his arms.

“It means you’re a little terror sometimes.” Esther ruffled his hair.  Freckle whined and hunched his shoulders. He was not a little terror! 

Esther turned her attention to Johan. “Anyway, c’mon. Ma gets worried when we take too long getting home, and we’ve done enough dallying.”

“Mm.” Johan did not quite know if Ch- his mom would worry if he was late. He was a very punctual lad as was, but he felt pretty certain that she would worry. It made him happy, in an odd way, to know she would care about him like that.

And so they set off toward the Drew household. Specifically the Drew household of Freckle and Esther. Freckle chattered happily to Esther about what he had done that day and all the things he wanted to do with Johan at the house. Esther just nodded, listening to Freckle while keeping an eye on both of the boys. She did not want Johan to get accidentally left behind, though he curiously seemed to be one step ahead of the siblings.

When they reached the Drew house, Freckle and Esther’s mother Miriam was waiting for them. Freckle’s father Ethan was still at work. He worked in construction. Miriam was a tall and slender woman, who Esther took after in body type and chestnut brown hair color. Freckle had his father’s dark hair and short stature, although wasn’t nearly as solidly built. The freckles came from Miriam as well. Freckle thought she was the prettiest woman ever and was not at all shy about telling everyone.

“We’re back!” Esther yelled as she unlocked the door and walked in with her brother and Johan. 

“Welcome back!” Miriam appeared from the living room. She had an embroidery project in her hands. 

“Hello, ma’am,” Johan shyly waved, looking to the floor.

“Oh, hello there.” Miriam’s face lit up upon seeing Johan. “You must be Jojo’s new friend, Johan. It’s very nice to meet you, little one.” She was slightly relieved upon seeing Johan. She too had been rather worried about who this new friend of Freckle’s might be. But Johan seemed like a nice child.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Johan mumbled, not very certain about what he should say or do. The friends his madre used to have over, well, she made him bow to them and talk all proper, but he found out that that was not normal.

“Are you hungry?” Miriam asked. “I was just about to start fixing some snacks for Esther and Joey.”

“Oh, um, no thank you,” Johan replied. He never really did feel hungry, or maybe he always did, just not intensely? “I’m good.”

“Alright, well, tell me if you need anything,” Miriam said. “Or ask Jojo. I’ll be in the living room.” She gave him a smile and returned to where she had been working on her embroidery project. She just needed to do a few more stitches, and then she would finish the snacks. 

“My room’s upstairs!” Freckle tugged on Johan’s arm. He had already discarded his shoes and backpack and was bouncing up and down with excitement at the prospect of showing his new friend his room. “C’mon!” 

Johan smiled slightly and followed the other youngster up to his room, and settled himself on the floor. He was not quite sure what they would be doing, and so allowed the other boy to pick for them.

Freckle’s room was covered in posters from various movies, as well as some promotional posters for the Bendy Show. There were books and paper everywhere. Most of the papers were drawings Freckle had done of cartoon characters, animals, and his family. Freckle himself was rummaging in a box that was marked, ‘art supplies’. Finally, he found what he was looking for. 

“This is for you!” He announced, holding out a pack of colored pencils. It was brand new and unopened. He had been saving these colored pencils for when he made a friend. They were really nice and he did not dare use them himself. 

Johan accepted them with a quiet thank you and large eyes. His deft fingers ran over the smooth cylindrical facets, and a spark grew in his eye, inspiration struck. Those years of training his… first father had put him through in the arts, all that skill he acquired, it all seemed to seep back into him. He looked up at Freckle, biting his lip nervously in a silent askance. 

Freckle smiled at him assuringly. “You can draw anything you want, Jo.”

Hesitantly, he began to sketch. Johan never quite liked anything permanent, and sketching - ‘twas something able to be done and done again. Freckle watched over his shoulder, at first with pure curiosity, but then it morphed into something more along the lines of awe. He had never known Johan knew how to draw so well.

There was a mansion of finecut masonry, vines trailing up the sides in nigh perfect symmetry. Horse stables were clearly just a few meters to the side, easily accessed. The mansion was vast, dominating, encompassing. Soon, the sounds of graphite etching on paper slowed and came to a stop, the drawing complete in the eyes of its maker. Freckle stared at it, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

“That’s really good,” he told Johan, startling him out of his concentration. “Oh! Sorry I scared you, Mom says that sometimes I say things too quick.”

“It’s o-okay,” Johan replied, trying to smile, but his eyes kept landing on the picture. After a moment of silence, he shifted, and flipped the paper over. “Just… was thinkin’ about some stuff, I guess. I’m okay, n-now.”

“What were you thinking about?” Freckle tilted his head to the side. Something seemed like it was wrong, although he was not quite sure what it could be. He wondered if it was the drawing Johan had done. To draw something like that out of nowhere… it had to have been someplace important to Johan. Maybe it had been where Johan had lived before. Johan had just moved to this town, after all. He had to have been someplace else first. 

“Was that….” He began to ask, only to trail off unsure of whether to continue.

“That’s my old house.” Johan quietly said. He sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. “I dunno why I drew it. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of good memories there.”

“Oh.” Freckle could only wonder at what he meant. Johan looked sad now and he was rather worried. He did not want Johan to be sad. He moved closer. 

“Can I hug you?” He asked. “When I’m sad, I like getting hugs.”

“S-sure,” Johan sighed, holding his hands tightly. Freckle smiled and wrapped his arms around Johan, giving him a big hug. He knew he couldn’t fix whatever was bothering Johan, but he hoped this would help.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” he said. “But I’m here if you wanna talk. Mom says talking helps sometimes. But you don’t have to.” 

He wanted to ask a dozen questions and was trying very hard not to. This was not a time for asking questions. This was a time for just being there and supporting his friend.

Johan sniffed, hugging him back. “I dunno what’s gotten into me….”

“It’s okay,” Freckle tried to reassure him. “Mom says sometimes people get sad sometimes. There doesn’t have to be a reason for it.” He bit his lip. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Other than, um, the hugging.”

Before Johan could answer, though, Miriam’s voice came from downstairs. 

“Snacks are ready if any of you are hungry!”

There was a collection of thumps and the sound of a door being wrenched open as Esther scrambled out of her room and down the stairs to get some of the snacks before Freckle could monopolize them.

“You want some food?” Freckle asked. “I dunno what Mom made, but it’s probably good.” 

It certainly smelled good. Judging from the sweet and tangy cinnamon scent, it was probably cinnamon raisin muffins or cinnamon buns. Freckle loved his mother’s cinnamon buns. Johan nodded, but then hesitated.

“I c-can’t have milk stuff, though,” he said quietly, almost embarrassed. “It makes me sick.”

“Oooh.” Freckle nodded sagely. “I’ll go ask Mom.” He got up and went to go ask if they had anything that didn’t have milk in it so that Johan could have it. 

He returned a bit later with some crackers and fruit. He put the food on the floor between the two of them, looking expectantly at Johan. 

“We also have vegetables,” he added. 

Most of the fruit was gone very quickly. Johan paused, holding his sixth apple slice, mouth ajar. 

“Uh.” was all he could say. “I think I’m good.”

“Okay!” Freckle said brightly.

The boys continued playing upstairs, Freckle’s earth shattering laughter accompanied by Johan’s quieter giggles. They played for around two hours, pausing in the middle to work on their homework, until there was a knock on the door. 

Johan stopped first, ears perking up, listening as Miriam opened the door. He was a little nervous - he knew his dad was the one picking him up, they had agreed that he would come by after work, but he was nervous about Freckle’s reaction, though he knew he should not be. Anticipative. The word was whispered into his mind, and it fit like a key into a lock. That is what he was. Anticipative.

The adults spoke for a moment, and Johan could hear the surprise in Miriam’s voice, and then she called; “Johan, you’re father’s here.”

He breathed in, preparing himself, smiling as he went down the stairs, excited to see him. Running over, he hugged his tan pant leg, squishing his face against it. 

“Hullo Jo,” Jekyll chuckled, leaning down to pat his head. “How was your playdate?”

“Good,” he replied, but did not let go. He was too comfortable. And happy. “How was your day, da? Did Mr. Lawrence cause a ruckus again?”

Before he could respond, Freckle’s awestruck voice cut in. 

“Joey Drew is your dad!?”

“Jojo, inside voice,” Miriam said gently. But Freckle was not really listening. His eyes were as wide as they could go, his mouth hanging open. This was officially the best day of his life. His new friend’s dad was THE Joey Drew. 

But...Oh...He suddenly deflated a bit. What if Johan thought Freckle was being only friends with him to get to his dad? He did not want that. He really did like Johan a lot. 

He cleared his throat, doing his best to seem mature and act like he had not just been having a fanboy reaction. 

“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” he said. Miriam frowned slightly, giving Freckle a look as if asking he was alright.

Jekyll, who loved children, smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you too. Johan told me you’re also a Joey, and go by Freckle, and you like Bendy very much. I’m very glad to hear that.”

Freckle felt his face start to get warm and could not help but giggle. Johan had talked about him. Johan had talked about him to Joey Drew. 

“Oh, um, thanks,” he mumbled, his ‘mature’ act vanishing as he turned back into a mildly embarrassed and giddy child. 

Miriam stifled a giggle of her own. “It’s been a pleasure to have Johan here,” she said, turning to Jekyll. “He’s a very sweet child.”

Jekyll’s expression softened.

“Yeah,” he agreed, smiling gently. Having Johan around really changed things in their home, for the better. “He really is. And it is also nearing his bedtime, isn't it, sunshine?”

“Yeah,” Johan smiled up at him, then at Freckle. “See you tomorrow?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Freckle nodded fervently. “It was really nice having you over! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Johan waved as he and Jekyll set off towards their home, neither talking much, but feeling comfortable in the quiet.

Jekyll really was glad that Johan had a friend.

[tiginit]

Let's be honest, Johan probably one of the most queercoded characters in entire PTJ verse

[lula1991]

My Jewel

Summary

An ancient spell causes a millenary young lady to weaken, it is up to Larry and her friends to help her find the key to return her to normal while a stranger pretends, along with three already known individuals, to take over a captive jewel somewhere in Egypt with the in order to proclaim it “yours.” (The shock of all the chaos in her).

Objective? The guard and the exhibits must prevent it from falling into the wrong hands while between Ahkmenrah and the girl, a romance will slowly emerge that will bear fruit over time.

Genre: Adventure, comedy, romance, fantasy

Warnings: None.

Chapter 5

The Natural History museum was peaceful, there were not many visitors, the morning schedule was used by students for their homework, incoming to university or simply passionate about history..

 Larry was always nostalgic for that place, belonging to years working and leaving his place of employment to attend classes is not to throw trash having free time, he was comforted to visit his old friends, where they still remained alive for as long as the tablet of Ahkmenrah returned to English soil and in the meantime he continued learning in his new work field ..

 He toured almost all the exhibition halls, but stopping where the little Egyptian slept during the day, made her think about how to help her in her shock and how it had been said before, it was not safe to hurry over that idea. But there were too many things hovering in Larry's mind and for some reason, he couldn't part with one of them ..

 He had to refresh his memory for a better thought, maybe he would hit the mark ..

 Up on his right, next to the showcases that contained small artifacts from the ancient world, there was a framed photo showing the men who found the tomb of the queen and her family; and there was something else, one of the names inscribed at the bottom of the picture, would give a hint to your search ..

"Dr. P. K. Anderson: Archaeologist involved in the Larempteh expedition of 1940.”

 Perhaps Mr. P. K. Anderson could tell him the right thing to solve the torment of the little Egyptian queen, but that he was no longer in the world of the living. It had been so many years regarding that event in Egypt ..

 But where to start? Larry analyzed that boy perched along with his father, maybe he was his son and it was only a matter of luck to find that little boy who today would be a man who would help him unravel the dilemma ..

"True works of art .."

 An older man but of jovial age, stood beside Larry admiring in every sense and aspect the temple of the Egyptian sovereign, the room was contemporary, illuminated with two rows of six lights giving view to the exhibition hall made in warm and tiny colors imitations of wear for time ..

"The ancient relics are amazing." Larry admitted admiring the bas-reliefs in the mural to his right at the entrance to the queen's hall.

"It's what the little boy said when he saw them." Said the man and there was a moment of silence before Larry looked confused.

"Did you meet the young discoverer ..?" Larry pointed to the photo.

"You stand in front of him, boy." The man laughed willingly. "Johan K. Anderson."

"You are the son of .." said Larry.

"Peter K. Anderson, was a passionate Egyptologist and I have not lagged behind .." Johan commented with a firm handshake.

"Larry Daley." He introduced himself as he finished shaking his greeting. "I'm still doing my job here, and if you ask me it's a magical place, literally." Larry commented.

“Nice to meet you, Larry. Yes, the museum in New York was not the same since Ahkmenrah's tablet was owned by the establishment. ”Johan mentioned and that really took Larry out of the way.

"You know about the board and its power, how curious." Said Larry.

“They always run that kind of rumor among archaeologists. From curses to magic out of the ordinary. ”Johan commented.

"What about Larempteh's jewel did you know?" Larry tried to get information from him even though that man quickly changed his countenance.

“I have already left the subject of the jewel long ago, Larry, for a long time and in fact nothing was ever known about old jewel, it was just work.” Said Johan. “You should know that I have been looking for information but I didn't find anything so far. I would like to tell them both ... ”and Larry looked at the picture.

"But you can't .." Johan said.

"No?" Larry asked.

"All died. Only I stayed .. ”Johan said and the guardian deduced that this man standing in front of him would be the answer to everything. "Why so much curiosity about the jewel, Larry?" Johan asked a little surprised.

"The girl senses something bad is happening to her .." Larry said referring to Larem.

"I don't know what you're talking about .." Johan evaded the issue Olympic how to hide the worst of secrets.

"Well, maybe that child does ..." Larry tried to convince him to say what his mind was keeping and the man observed that old memory with a sigh of surrender.

"Let's talk alone, my son ..." said Johan.

 A restaurant near the museum was the perfect place for Larry to get a hint or possible help for her. Mr. Johan. K. Anderson was like a signal to the security guard ..

“An expedition like that, it's amazing at 11, try to forget it but there was something about that jewel ..” Johan related.

“Larem has been acting very strangely, she weakens and not only that, she enters a kind of hypnotic trance that also causes her to lose her memory, which is for a few minutes and she then returns to her normal state. It's as if a horrible curse controlled her, something is affecting her .. ”Larry commented.

"Her end will fall upon her .." Johan recalled those words aloud somewhat absent.

"What?" Larry asked surprised ..

"The locals! They warned us, they begged us to leave that grave alone. Well, I thought they talked about the end of the world but maybe it was the end of .. ”Johan tried to continue his deduction.

"The magic in her ..?" Larry completed what Johan couldn't.

“We should pay attention. We should do it! But they also sent Larem and the jewel to Cambridge first, after a while they agreed that she be transferred to New York with separate parts so that the relic would be at the latest with her parents in Cairo, on a date that I never knew what it would be. ”Johan explained.

"How do you know all that?" Larry seemed a bit restless.

“I worked there when I grew up, I got the job as a night guard in that museum and I have lived the same experience as you. Before retiring I was to live with talking figures every night, famous paintings moving within his paintings and among all those oddities, was Larempteh, I had the good fortune to meet her, a good girl and a good Senet player, by the way, devoted to her ideals, kind and warm with his own .. ”Johan revealed commenting a part of his life.

"Yes, she is an extraordinary little girl so I am sure that in her time she was always ready to face the world by herself and that is why I want to help her." Larry paused to continue.

"And you do well, boy .." Johan acknowledged encouraging Larry in his mission.

"Did you mention that your parents are in Egypt?" Larry wanted to corroborate what he had heard before.

“It was a joint expedition, several artifacts stayed in Egypt. Then the rest was divided between New York and the Egyptian museum. ”Johan said without further ado.

"Larem said his father knew the secrets of that jewel." Larry said and Mr. Anderson looked at Larry to continue. "I think we need to talk.."

The Egyptian girl was thoughtful about her talk with Larry but her strange discomfort did not leave her head alone and another part did not cease either because of her and Ahk. They all agreed on the same theme, a coincidence that she was afraid of letting out a sigh and in that Larem unconsciously touched the gift that Ahkmenrah had given her a few nights ago, the girl smiled as she followed her walk until you meet Larry and Nick through the halls of the African Savannah exhibit ..

“ ‘Marhba’(‘ Hello ’), Larry!” Larempteh looked happy.

“Marjarabara, marjaba, majra, yes, whatever. Nice to see you, Larem. He is my son Nick. ”Larry introduced him and she made a brief bow with her head as she greeted.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Is he also a Brooklyn Guardian? ”Larem looked at both of them curiously.

"I see that Ahk brought you up to date." Larry said and she made a little blush to deny.

"A little." Larempteh admitted with a short laugh. "What brings you here?" She was sweetly kind.

“We only gave a night tour. How do you feel? ”And at the question, the girl smiled with tender humor as she brought one of her hands to her chest.

“Aw, how cute. Thanks for caring, seriously. Good for the moment. There were no anomalies so far. ”Larempteh smiled as he put his hands behind his back and shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay. Just don't panic if it happens again. ”Said Larry.

"Agree. Well, I have to go somewhere else. ”Larem put on his prettiest smile.

"Or else, Ahkmenrah will unleash a horrible disaster." Larry joked and she mentally blocked herself, became intimidated.

"Larry!" Larem protested smiling. "I am not with Ahkmenrah most of the time."

“But apparently he does. While always looking for any excuse to be close to you. ”Larry revealed and swallowed saliva in sign that his heart was going a thousand kilometers per hour.

 Larry knew how important Larem was to Ahk and that made him happy for both boys. And although time still did not conspire completely in their favor in them, Larry was certain that those two were made for each other..

“If you excuse me, I must leave you guys. It was an honor to meet you Nick Guardian of Brooklyn. See you later. ”Larempteh whispered those last words using a thin smile as a farewell and continued on her way until she slowly lost herself to the African exhibition..

Ahk cared too much for Larem, so much so that he always looked for any pretext to get an approach to her, especially when he wanted to stay as soon as he saw that the girl was going a little way in his walk through the lobby ..

“Hey, what's up? Do you feel good? ”Ahkmenrah placed a hand on her shoulder.

 Larem could not tell Ahkmen what she was going through even if the boy had lived it in his own flesh, not because of lack of confidence, it would be to kill him while he was breathing if he found out and the young woman did not want to make him suffer for his discomfort. She preferred to reserve her complaint ..

"Yes, don't worry, I'm fine .." Larem's voice was confused.

"Well, I don't believe you .." Ahk misunderstood the transmission of the tone in the queen's words.

"Why? I thought you trusted me, Your Highness. ”Said Larem.

 But Ahkmenrah did not know how to read his eyes as he should, he felt fear, an irrational one, of those rare, who give you to believe that you are going to lose one person for another in the middle. But in this case, how wrong his thinking was, he did not dominate his real intuition well, he had no idea that that did not happen between her and him. If the king knew from the first moment that his heart belonged only to her and although the girl did not show as much as Ahk, it also turned out to be subtly so ..

 Maybe it was that force that carries it, that pushes it and that fills it, that drags it and brings it closer to some god ..  That feeling, turned almost into an obsession, is something that binds him the discharge of energy that is taking away his reason .. That makes him stumble and creates confusion, it sure is the strength of the heart ..

"It was just a misunderstanding, a thousand apologies." Ahkmen was kind.

"Misunderstood what?" Larem asked.

"No, nothing." Ahk said hiding a funny grimace.

"Ahk, what's up?" Larem wanted to know.

"I imagined by your tone something that was not .." Ahk confessed.

"What are you talking about?" Larem asked.

  And Ahk stared at her as a funny grin invaded her real features..

****Flash****

 The pharaoh walked solemnly through the room of the marine world, admiring the beauty of the deep blue of the exhibition hall and its enchanting aquatic life forms until he heard Larem's moans..

“Au no! Not there, Lance! ”Larem shouted.

"Miss, if you keep moving, it won't come out!" Lance exclaimed.

"Yes, but it hurts!" Said Larem.

 And when Ahkmenrah decoded those words he followed the sound of their voices until they reached where a mountain with sea urchins did not reveal the possible image that the king was imagining ..

"I demand a non-sexual explanation in Ra's name now!" And Ahk made an exaggerated real appearance.

"What?! But what do you say, Ahk? Lancelot was just helping me remove these hedgehogs from my arm that stuck to my body when I tripped over a snail. ”She said when the knight pulled out a red hedgehog. "Au, that hurt!"

 Sometimes Ahk could take the double meaning too far but when he made sure there was nothing weird, it calmed his mind ..

"Is that true?" Ahk inquired.

“Of course, Majesty. A gentleman should never evade his mission of helping a lady in danger. ”Lance said willingly.

 But even if Lancelot was as kind as possible to him, Ahkmenrah used to be hateful in the sense of giving the medieval knight a "smile" of apology in the middle of turning around to withdraw from that room with his real and fine bearing, that no doubt such gestures made the young queen laugh ..

**** End of Flash ****

And when told by the pharaoh, Larempteh laughed, breaking into intermittent laughs..

"Hey, it's not funny, I thought so.." said Ahk with his cheeks dyed red.

“Oh Ahkmen, between Lance and me, nothing happens. I swear. ”Larem said trying to calm his laughter.

"Sure?" Ahk asked.

"Really, Ahk." Larem conveyed security.

  He could not resist his lovely and spontaneous smiles, it was impossible..

"Of course yes. Because you and he are friends. ”Ahkmen reached out, giving her the reason. "And we still are, right?"

"Of course." Larem gave him a sensible smile.

  They were not fooling anyone, they died for each other when their eyes met for seconds that were not uncomfortable, they felt a growing flame without tame within their anatomical foundations. They melted reciprocally and yet none took the first step firmly..

"What did you think of her?" Said Larry.

"She is very beautiful. A very attractive woman, I guess. ”Nick commented.

"But don't get your hopes up, Ahkmenrah laid his eyes on her first and you don't want to meet him angry." Larry said.

"The Pharaoh? His appearance is so peaceful, to be an Egyptian king that they were not well remembered for his sense of humor. ”Nick said.

“Yes, although the boy is different. The girl has a hypnotized Ahk. ”Larry commented.

“Now I remember when we were locked in his temple, his face was not the best when he claimed his tablet and we didn't have it, so he was quite rude when he asked his lackeys to throw the big block against the bars to escape. Yes, it's better not to wake that up on him and besides, I'm still with Andrea, forget it? ”Nick smiled calmly. “Hey dad, the above left me somewhat restless. Why did you ask her if she felt good? What happen?"

"I think something is affecting Larempteh and it's not exactly the table." Larry revealed and his son stopped his pace.

"You mean ..?" Said Nick.

"It's like an old spell dominates her." Larry said and Nick was thoughtful.

"Identical to what happened to Dex, Jed, Octavio and the others?" Nick inquired.

"So is. Only she is the only one affected. ”Larry confirmed.

"But if it's not the tablet, then what is it?" Nick looked restless.

“Larem mentioned a jewel that does not have it, although it may be in some of the museums in Cairo, if it is being exhibited as a historical piece. And I'm not sure, but I have a slight suspicion that if I am thinking about it, she needs us. ”Said Larry.

"You mean we'll have to travel to Egypt?" Nick asked, adjusting his backpack.

"I don't know if tomorrow or these days, but we have to do it and soon or otherwise, if we let a lot go by, the girl will be in danger and we have to help her or it will be too late." Larry said.

At one point Larempteh had lost so much wandering in her mind that she did not realize that she was in front of the main door of the museum, the girl did not notice anything strange or that seemed until she saw shadows moving outside the place ..

  Without feeling any threat, the girl left knowing that it was not convenient, but as it was still night there was no danger of immobilization or that she became dusty ..

 Or be surrounded by the army of the Egyptian queen with an unknown name, that was out of wave ..

"What's up?" Larempteh snapped with gracious spontaneity.

"Hello little sister, we didn't see each other for a long time." Her voice was jovial but the face of the younger queen was as if all possible emotions were transmitted in a single gesture, surprise, fear, in short, an excessive maelstrom. "Since 1106 BC, if I'm not mistaken .." that woman was as cynical as possible.

"Well, she's tall and dumb but she's not Kahmunrah." Larempteh deciphered herself detailing her relative.

"Do you remember me?" The queen smiled, revealing her precious teeth, showing off her incorruptible red lipstick, while Larem pretended to be thinking.

"As if it were possible to forget that horrendous outfit of yours, it is worthy of you, too dark for my liking ..." Larempteh said without further ado.

"I'll take that as a yes." Said that woman.

 Larempteh did not know what to do, it was a tragicomic scene before and after the attempt to turn slowly being stopped by the voice of one of the girls ..

"Quiet, Ladempteh." Ahesut demanded.

"Oh yeah. Except for the small detail that it is Larempteh, with ‘R.’ ”Larempteh corrected with obviousness.

"I said that, Ladempteh." Apparently, either Ahesut was skating the letter "R" or the name was not remembered.

“Okay, this got a little weird so good! I think we met again and introduced ourselves so I better go back inside, it was a pleasure. See you later, until another day or maybe another life. ”Larempteh turned around, holding a smile of commitment ready to enter, but not before being pointed more closely by sharp points of the other two girls' war spears. "On second thought, maybe I can stay a little longer ..." she smiled constipated.

How was it that they were still alive? Was it because of that mysterious glow that would cause the effect of life all night even with the figures far from its reach ..?

Inside the museum nobody suspected anything, and who would do it, no ..?

"Larempteh?" Ahkmen was looking for her in the Africa room and nothing. "Larempteh?" He went to the Dioramas room and didn't find her. "Larempteh?" He looked for her even in the Planetarium and not a trace. ‘Why did she disappear from nowhere?’ Pharaoh wondered. His doubts succumbed to see his friend Larry. Maybe he would know. “Larry, have you seen Larempteh? I can't find her, do you know anything? ”

"I was talking to her a little less than about 5 minutes ago." Larry confessed.

"Me too. I need to return this to her .. ”Ahkmen showed the beetle that he gave the girl with much affection. "I found him lying in my temple at the Egyptian exhibition." His tone was distressing.

“Hey, calm down, we'll find her, Ahk. Larem must not be far away, come, come with me. We're going to look for her .. ”said Larry when he prepared to go in search of the young woman being followed by the pharaoh.

We traveled a few moments to the Middle East, to the ancient and captivating Egypt that detonated a majestic night in the Necropolis while the stars shone giving the sky a beautiful blanket of light, where there is also one of the many most beautiful places that the country presents, the Great Egyptian Museum in Cairo, that in the deep bowels of the same, something was failing and it was there exactly that in an area restored based on the original architectural details where the royal family's wealth was found, this anomaly was happening. It was that gold bracelet with a blue stone, possessed by a spectrum of striking green that “decorated” the luxurious piece hung on the wall surrounded by hieroglyphs, manipulating its natural beauty and slowly leading it to deterioration..

Several distressing minutes passed for Ahk who took forever. That young man was crazy about the Egyptian ..

So some minutes passed, until ..

"Any trace?" Ahk asked.

"I walked from the Asia section to the Dioramas and there are no signs of Larem." Sacajewea said very worried.

“Let's keep looking. Maybe Larem is closer than we think. ”The guard ordered turning on the light switches.

"Larempteh!" Ahkmen exclaimed heading toward one of the stairs.

   He went back to the path he had previously traced, he passed through the hall of Egypt and his wish came true, she appeared from behind a column but she was with her sister and she was holding her curved sword in the neck of the beautiful girl when she became present in the museum ..

"Good evening," said the woman.

 The queen smiled taking elegant steps with her sister in front of her ..

"Larem ..!" Ahkmen exclaimed worriedly.

 Larry and the boys heard his voice from the lobby ..

"That was Ahk." Nick said encouraging the rest of the boys.

"Maybe he found Larem, come!" Said Larry.

 They went up and reached where the pharaoh was ..

"Ahk, were you lucky ..?" And Larry's voice went off watching the scene.

 The pharaoh tried to approach to get Larem out of those fibrous and elegant arms but not before being stopped by the woman ..

“Ah, ah! Do not touch. You know, Larem is changing my mood again and again and I'm not very animated when I get angry. ”The woman confessed.

 All the young woman's friends looked at the tall woman with little kindness towards her person ..

"Aha, and you are ..?" Ahk inquired plaintiff.

“I am Garumpteh. The great queen of the great queens and the deep darkness of the ancient underworld. I am an ancient Egyptian queen and was dead but now I have come back to life. Half goddess and that on dad's side. Great ruler of Egypt and future owner of everything else. ”Said Garumpteh who seems to have the goodness of a sharp blade and the mind of a girl of 10.

"Oh yeah? Good for you, welcome. You must be Larempteh's sister? She told me about you and it's funny because I know her, she described you perfectly. ”Ahkmenrah said with a faint flash of annoyance.

"Oh yeah? You know my little sister, the favorite daughter. ”Garumpteh mentioned with disgust and suspicion, taking Larem's face sharply.

"Yes, a great girl." Ahk added simply.

“Oh yes, beautiful. Mom and dad always gave her the best of everything and when I say the best of everything, I mean the best of everything, they even gave her the throne. The throne that was mine by right! ”Garumpteh claimed.

"She never mentioned it." Ahkmenrah said.

“For convenience, of course not. Well, now that doesn't matter because the Age of Garumpteh has begun. ”And the boy stared at her finding why his way of speaking sounded funny. Ahkmenrah couldn't help laughing just a little. "What is the grace if I can know?"

"It's just that you speak like one of the Royal Court of Ancient Egypt ..." Ahk continued his laugh, but that mood ceased when the three girls manipulated their sharp spears pointing at his neck. "Okay.." he whispered raising an eyebrow.

"You know, a little bird told me that you also have something very valuable." Garumpteh said and he frowned comically frightened.

"What do you mean? In what way? ”Ahk's voice was a whole comedy dish, sometimes it was badly thought.

From a fleeting movement, Garumpteh released his sister and approached him taking him from the face with one hand to support his khopesh on the neck ..

His friends got up in arms but nobody advanced, it was not convenient ..

“Your tablet.” Garumpteh whispered in the boy's ear when he had it with his back resting on his chest, the boy processed his story. "Because with it I will be able to open the doors of my triumphs."

"Gar, let go of him .." Larempteh spoke calmly but his sister did not give in.

"Give me what I want and in return I let him go to him .." Garumpteh demanded stretching his free hand when the girls advanced with their spears in the direction of the queen, they were as tall as their boss but no less than her sister.

“Oh, really? Are they your childhood friends? ”Larem laughed with fine mockery. “Come on girls, we all know that none of you is capable ..; you are the comic touch .. ”and the tips of the spears were inches from Larem's neck. "Very well, I shut up .." Larem said.

"The jewel, now .." the queen continued to engage more deeply her kopesh in the boy's neck without causing injuries, as a kind of threat if they did not attend to his whim.

“Come on, don't make it harder, sister. I already know that memory trick, you did the same when we were little, Garumpteh. I know you don't want to hurt him. ”Larempteh tried to negotiate since her eyes showed a pleading light.

"Give me the gift that mom and dad made for me if it's not too much to ask .." Garumpteh said.

"Gar, don't be childish." Larem wanted her to reason.

“Well, if there is no jewel. The table and the child safe. Not for nothing they told me: ‘Garumpteh, the trustworthy ..’ ”their play was misleading, maybe Garumpteh wanted to persuade them.

 After a long silence and with the solemnity worthy of an intelligent queen ..

“I propose something, Garum. I in exchange for him .. ”said Larempteh.

"Mm, I choose, to let go of the pharaoh who is indifferent to me so that my rival by direct blood will be trapped under the clutches of darkness and death?" Garumpteh was being cynically thinking.

"At one!" Larempteh exclaimed raising his index digit.

"Will there be any tricks here?" Garumpteh muttered.

"At two!" Larempteh exclaimed raising his middle finger.

“It's fine, it's fine, it's fine! You save him, he gets out, you stay .. ”said Garumpteh.

"It's a concrete deal but let it go to him, it's me who you want." Larempteh acknowledged negotiating with her to give up Ahk's position for her.

"If you insist .." Garumpteh released the boy who fell and quickly sat down, she repeated the scene with her little sister.

 It didn't take long for the girl to have that effect again, showing a state that even Ahkmenrah himself was impressed. The girl did not lose her beauty but she looked like a body worn by time, that trance disoriented her ..

"Larempteh .." Ahkmenrah looked at her and looked in her place, just like a mirror of her vivid image in her mind, where she saw herself as she was some time ago ..

"The tablet, now." Garumpteh demanded marking the outline of his black khopesh with details in golden hieroglyphs and bas-reliefs on his little sister's neck.

"You do what she says .." Larempteh pleaded looking at everyone a little scared.

 By prevention or perhaps by some divine sign of Ra, Ahkmenrah brought his tablet and seemed to be at a crossroads. He didn't know that tactic but how about this time they were doing the right thing for a good deed, save her. So slowly the king ..

"Oh, wise choice .." Garumpteh pretended surprise to see the tablet hovering inside the splendid layer of Ahk.

And that woman smiled with forced kindness at the positive condescension of the pharaoh but she never felt happy to have pleased her in good treatment or to recognize the impeccable affective generosity and good judgment of the king, Garumpteh was superior at all times and from what was understood , she only had that desire for herself, to fulfill her whims for her own benefit ..

"Very well, here's what you wanted, now release it to her .." Ahkmen feared for the life of the Egyptian.

 But the older queen took it from her hands and ran away with the girl ..

“And by the way! Nobody told me ‘Garumpteh the trustworthy!’ ”Garumpteh shouted through the halls and ran to get lost in the walls.

"Larempteh!" Ahkmenrah followed. The boy ran at incredible speed when his friends followed him.

Outside the museum, Garumpteh continued to hold the hostage girl, changed only to take her arm while she copied the run as she could ..

“Hey, it's not for nothing but you never questioned why our parents gave me the throne and you didn't? I mean, you're pretty dumb for me to think. ”Larempteh spoke between being cut off by the jog and stumbling over the length of the dress.

“That is what you believe, little plague. By the way, what are you really from Ahkmenrah? ”Garumpteh inquired, the more she had, the more invincible she felt.

"I'm just your friend, until there .." Larempteh said without further ado.

“I was so close, so close and I stumbled at the end, why ?! Because our young lady wanted to do the good one .. ”Garumpteh used an exaggerated feminine tone.

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" Larempteh asked.

“No, my plan was to get rid of both at the same time with a distraction in between in the second place, but since you mention it and now seeing it more clearly, I think my first instance worked better than I thought. You gave in for him. It's so romantic .. ”Garumpteh commented mockingly.

"Romantic?" Said Larempteh.

"You were always very cheesy and Egypt would not tolerate a pretentious girl again." Garumpteh said.

“Hey, the Age of the monarchy ended centuries ago, other laws are enacted today and millennia have passed. Get over it, don't you? ”Larempteh recommended but reasoning her sister was a titanic task.

“No, I refuse to accept it. So as part of the plan, you will come with me. ”Garumpteh said and without hesitation she loaded the girl with a war chariot with two steeds. "Attend the girl and make sure she doesn't escape." The queen ordered and step by step at the same time the three girls climbed into the archaic vehicle.

Al Capone and Napoleon fulfilled the order of their leader although it was difficult since the Egyptian did not stop moving and the war chariot did not help much due to the galloping of the horses ..

“‘S'il vous plait ’(‘ Please ’), madame. You will not want to fall and suffer a blow, will you? ”Said Napoleon with his French accent trying to hold her.

"Any method is better than being with you, ruffians." Larempteh mentioned something unfriendly running her hair with head movements. “Hey, wait a minute, I know you. You are the idiot with bonsai attire that I saw in the New York museum. ”The girl deduced recognizing him in more detail.

“No, mona mi. You must be confused, mademoizelle. ”Said Napoleon refusing for obvious circumstances.

"Now I have an excellent memory, dwarf." Larempteh argued.

Ahkmenrah along with his friends could see everything once outside the establishment ..

"There they go!" Sacajawea alerted.

The cars were speeding but the echo of the young woman was heard at a great distance ..

“Ahkmenrah! Help me! ”Larempteh shouted and she seemed to see everything in slow motion.

"Teddy, you're the best to solve a crisis," said Larry.

"There's nothing to worry about, Lawrence Daley." Teddy spoke with his loyal solemnity of a good thinker.

"How will we find her now?" Ahkmenrah asked very worried.

“I didn't do the Panama Canal in one day, boy. Lawrence, we don't want to be left behind, the little girl's survival is in danger. What is the plan of attack? ”Said Teddy.

"But .." Ahkmen thought his answer was going to be answered by him.

"Okay, we must get Larem back wherever his premeditated place of abduction has been now and then take her with her dad to Egypt so he can repair what happens to her .." Larry said and everyone was confused. "She is suffering the same consequence that you went through, Ahk." Larry revealed and Ahkmen opened his eyes in fright.

"But how?" Ahkmen couldn't understand how she would hide something of that magnitude.

"Does it affect us, my lord?" Octavio asked.

"Will there be strange behaviors in the future, Larry?" Sacajewea asked.

"Only what you just saw and I can't say anything, guys, but it's as if a horrible curse dominated her .." Larry argued.

And Ahkmenrah thought and thought, until the focus went on. Bingo! He put his index fingers in his mouth to call the tyrannosaurus rex with a squeak next to the triceratop, and Rexy came running next to Trixy, both responding to the call of the pharaoh ..

"Good guys." Ahkmen climbed on the back of it while Lancelot repeated his movements being on top of Trixy. “ ‘eelaa alhamaal!’ (‘Charge!’) ”Shouted Ahkmenrah.

And with all the boys in the museum together with Larry they went out in search of Larempteh's rescue..

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Monster for the fandom ask!

THIS ASK HAS ADDED YEARS TO MY LIFE THANKS BBY

the first character i ever fell in love with: The good doctor himself Kenzo Tenma. He’s just so…kind and gentle and badass and i just…want him to be safe and happy

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: ??? i dont think there are any! Every character I liked from the start I only liked them even more as the series went on (altho I went through a period of time where I was super petty toward Karl lmao)

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Don’t think I have one that I fell out of love with!

my ultimate favorite character™: WOLFGANG WHOLESOME GRIMMER HAS MY WHOLE HEART

prettiest character: Johan Germany’s Next Top Serial Killer Liebert

my most hated character: I’m gonna drown The Baby in a tub of dirty bathwater

my OTP: GRIMMER AND TENMA!!! The thought of them together makes me feel warm and happy. Also Jan and Nina! I wish they could have met, and I feel like they’d be super cute (once Jan recovers from the shock of Nina being Johan’s twin)

my NOTP: wow I don’t rlly have one in this fandom???

favorite episode: episode 40 cuz I get to relive Grimmer’s first moments on the show!! 

saddest death: *breaks down ugly sobbing thinking about Grimmer* *also starts crying about richard, johan did him so dirty*

favorite season: lmao monster has only one season and every episode is so good

least favorite season: how could i have a least fave when there’s only one season lmao

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I dont know how many ppl in the fandom like Roberto, but I would drop kick roberto if I could (altho he would kill me first)

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Eva Bad Bitch Heinman. Her character arc was one of the best I’ve seen in an anime, I’m absolutely shooketh with her development!

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: YA BOI GRIMMER DESERVED TO BE HAPPY AND GO ON PICNICS OK

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: n o n e i aint a freak like that lmao

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Eva and Martin! Even though Martin had only a couple of chapters, his story was so well written and his dynamic with Eva was heartbreaking

Thank you so much, boo!!! Sending you love and good vibes!!! 

Send me a fandom, yall!

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So i just finished ep. 130

Ho-ly crap

Rainbow dragon is the most majestic mf card I have ever seen and it’s beautiful. Seriously i don’t say it because Johan is my favorite but from aesthetics his deck is the prettiest by far. And holy shit is Rainbow Dragon OP. Now I wonder how it would fare against Cyber End Dragon if it gets to 11,000 ATK points (he only had 10,000 because Ruby was in the GY).

Why did he have to get stuck in the other dimension and with Yubel. As if they didn’t despise the hell out of Johan for being so close to Judai he defeated her and dragged Judai out of the spirit dimension. They are so going to hunt Johan down for it...

Yubel’s obsession with Judai freaks me out like it really makes me uncomfortable. It’s even sadder to think that that sick relationship she developed with Judai originated from the fact that his dad gave him Yubel’s card and he just wanted to use it.

And oh boy did Judai take it hard. He really despises himself and blames himself for what happened to Johan. He looked seriously depressed when Asuka found him and when he was wallowing in self pity in his room. (Come on Johan, get back to us. Your boyfriend best friend needs you).

Manjome being so concerned for Judai is heart warming. He is like an older brother going all “only I can make my lil brother miserable if anything else hurts him you deal with me���. And having Judai’s friends join him one by one felt very special to me. I had said before that I thought the DA gang relied way too much on Judai to save them. But now Judai is an emotional wreck about to go head first into a spirit dimension were an obssessed duel monster spirit awaits for him. So his friends are now the ones supporting him, helping him open the passage between dimensions and going in with him. (Sorry Chronos, Edo, Ryo and Echo you guys are coming too).

Speaking of which I dig Edo and Ryo being the wise characters who are basically used to further explain the plot. More Edo for me to make up for the lack of Johan.

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Dragons, yu yu hakusho!

Sorry this is late..!!

Dragonsthe first character i ever fell in love with:Ruffnut!! When the second movie came out, I saw all those gifs of her ogling Eret and I was sold :’Da character that i used to love/like, but now do not:potential spoilers, but what they revealed about Trader Johan in this new RTTE season makes him more unappealing to me when he was a fun character before,a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:Used to be more into Ruffret than I am? I still prefer it to lots of other Ruff ships tho…my ultimate favorite character™:RUFFNUT FOR SURE My wonderful daughter, the best girl, who is allowed to be “ugly” and ridiculous and even gross,prettiest character:Still Heather, probably,also a lot of the dragons just have really cool designsmy most hated character:Viggo, and now Krogan, too. I am not a fan of villains, usually, they tend to have personalities that I find unappealing. Too competent, lolmy OTP:Don’t really have one?? my NOTP:Ruff/lout and Ruff/legs and especially Ruff/settling down, having children, and proceeding to lead a normal, boring, run-of-the-mill life(…really tho I do hate the idea of her having children like have you met her?? what part of her makes everyone think she would want to be a mother ever. and what part of her makes everyone think she’d be fine being a housewife. like holy shit. she’s not even the marriage type, imo.I really despise that, since she’s a girl, everyone shoehorns her into this kind of bullshit without even considering her personality./end rant that literally nobody asked for)favorite episode:I love any episode that showcases the twins caring about each other and being competent, oh man. Also ones where Snotlout does good things. Snotlout and the twins doing ridiculous stuff together is also Great ContentFree Scauldy was really good, too! A rare Ruffnut spotlight episode.saddest death:Has there ever been like…a dragon that stayed dead..? My memory is failing me haha. Ah, and Stoick of course…favorite season:This is difficult, bc I have trouble keeping episodes straight, aha,They all have their good and bad moments, imo. I’d probably have to rewatch the whole thing to give a better answer :’Dleast favorite season:^^^character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:I mean I don’t necessarily hate Hiccup or Astrid but to me they can be…pretty boring…my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:Dagur, maybe? :’DThe twins and Snotlout also unfortunately probably qualify, lol. Love these problematic kidsmy ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:I still want more focus on Barf and Belch…they are a good dragon…my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:I mean, Ruffret isn’t exactly, reciprocated, but then, I don’t exactly ship it fully anyway, somy ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Astrid/Heather

Yu Yu Hakushothe first character i ever fell in love with:Kuwabara for sure, he’s been so lovely from day one, I’m gonna crya character that i used to love/like, but now do not:Don’t think there is one..? I don’t fall out of love with characters easily ahaa ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:also none?my ultimate favorite character™:Kazuma Kuwabara is on the fast track to becoming one of my absolute favorite characters of all time ngl. He’s just got such a big heart, and he’s so…genuinely good, and yet ridiculous and a bit rough, maybe a little dumb and a little “ugly”, but he never gives up and will do anything for people (and animals) he loves and Idk he’s just such a pure soul who proves you can achieve anything if you tryprettiest character:Botan and Shizuru!!Yomi, too. And both Kuramas, bc why would you be one pretty anime boy stereotype when you could be two pretty anime boy stereotypes.my most hated character:Toguro brothers, maybe? They made me so angry all the time.The older one was at least ridiculous but imo the younger was an ass for no reason

my OTP:I have so many feelings about Kuwameshi…they just…care about each other so much…my NOTP:Nothing really stands out but this one time I saw a fic that was Yusuke/Hiei/Kurama and completely left out Kuwabara and I felt personally insulted…also I really don’t think Toguro has ever deserved Genkai everfavorite episode:There are so many wonderful episodes bc I just really love this cast of characters BUT one that stands out is episode three, y’know, the one where Kuwabara has to keep from fighting and also study to bring his test score way up just so his friend can keep the job he needs and even tho ppl beat on Kuwabara he refuses to fight back or mess this up in any way and okay listen I’m crying againsaddest death:The second time Yusuke died really got to me, what with Kuwabara crying and begging him not to while remembering their first meetings and all,also when Kuwabara “died” and Yusuke was so devastated he released more power than he even knew he hadthe fact that both of these involve both of them feeling incredibly useless for not being able to save the other makes for added sadnessoh manfavorite season:There isn’t one that really stands out, I really enjoyed the series as a whole! Wasn’t bored once.least favorite season:My heart wants to say season four bc of the (relative) lack of Kuwabara, but even the way that was handled made sure he still had plenty of presence, and it didn’t feel like he was being tossed aside at all. Plus, we got really good Hiei, Kurama, and Yusuke content, not to mention the return of the best minor characters from the Dark Tournament, So ye, in the end I love season four just as much as the others, hahacharacter that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:this doesn’t count at all but I didn’t understand why everyone apparently loved Kurama so much until I met himmy ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:Shishiwakamaru or Suzuki maybe? If they even count anymore, they seem pretty harmless when all is said and done..Hiei…? lolBui maybe?? He was my favorite on Toguro’s team, at least,my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:Mitarai…like I mean his canon storyline was actually really good but he definitely fits the first partmy ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:…Karasu/Bui?my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:Jin/Touya is really good!!Botan/Shizuru too!!And Hiei/Kurama, of course. Oh, also Yusuke/Keiko, especially doubled up with Kuwameshi feat. polyamorous Yusuke,

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Chapter 15

Terrance

10:20 am

Knocking on the door of my boy King’s spot, I looked down at my watch and smacked my teeth. Leave it up to my dumb ass to leave my wallet here last night, and King stupid ass to forget to bring it this morning. Stepping back as the door opened, I expected Tiana to answer the door, but instead her cute ass cousin did.

“Oh hey.. Terrence right?”.

I nodded clearing my throat and taking my hands out my pocket.

“yeah. I left my wallet here yester-”

“Oh come in come in. I don’t know where it might be so you can grab it”.

I nodded with a smile and walked into the house. Hearing the door close, I walked over to the dining room and grabbed my wallet. Turning back around I looked around and nodded. Me and my boy done came up, from Bedstuy projects to New Orleans Mansions. I laughed to myself then headed back towards the door.

“So you and King been friends for a while?”.

Lourdes questioned. I nodded turning around.

“yeah, we been boys since like Middle school is. Funny thing is we beefed at first. Then we fought and ever since then we been best friends”.

She laughed, rubbing her arms from being cold then smiled.

“So you staying in New Orleans?”.

I questioned, she exhaled and shrugged.

“I guess so. Not here though. Im gonna get a job and get out on my own”.

I smiled with a nod. She was really beautiful. Besides the bruise on her cheek and her small but busted lip she was gorgeous. Young compared to me but cute. I looked down at my watch then back at her. I had 2 hours to spare since King was busy on his own today.

“You wanna catch breakfast”.

“I can’t my fa-”

“Trust me. It’s not that bad. I haven’t ate and I know you haven’t”.

She twisted back and forth at her waist then shrugged.

“Ok.... Let me go get dressed”.

I nodded, walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch.

Lourdes

11:30

“Oh please, I’m not letting you convince to me that you could have played football. You don’t look like you have an athletic bone in your little ass body”.

I laughed, taunting Terrence. We was headed back to Tiana’s house. Breakfast was good and he payed, but we only spent a hour there since he had to get back to work.

“Oh you trynna rib me. Listen I was the illest nigga when we was younger. If I hadn’t went to that square ass law school, I could have been the realest nigga playing for the Giants”.

I laughed, smacking my teeth and waving me off. He was totally the opposite of what I imagines. I thought he was Boogie and stuck up, but he’s far from it. Pulling up to the we sat in the front for a while just sitting in silence.

“Well thank you f-”

Before I could finish, Terrence’s lips smashed into mine.

Pushing his face away I looked ta him in disbelief.

“What was that?”.

He laughed, shrugging, still leaning over on my side of the car.

“I’m just acting on how I feel”.

I laughed and shook my head.

“Nah.. I don’t think it’s ri-”

“Ain’t nobody gotta know. Lets keep it between me and you”.

I thought to myself. I haven’t had sex in forever. I don’t even think I remember with penetration feels like. And besides what’s a little nookie on the side with no feelings attached. I smiled leaning over his leg and taking the keys out the ignition.

“Lets go”.

Tiana

1:20 pm

I sat and watched as Johan got his picture taken for his passport. I been running all morning trying to get everything situated for this trip. After all was finished, I picked the kids up early so we can go ahead and get this done and have it out of the way. Even though Sanaa already had one, Trent didn’t. But I didn’t feel it would be fair to just pick him up, so I grabbed her too.

I was really excited about this. I have never before had to take a business related trip but to say it now feels dope as shit.

“Do we already have clothes for the show... I don’t wanna wear one of my old dresses?”.

I laughed, nodding my head at Sanaa. Taking my phone out I took a few pictures of her and edited them. Afterward I put them on my Instagram.

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“Ooooo do you think daddy will let me try out for Cheer at my new school. I already do gymnastics but I wanna do cheer too?”.

I shrugged my shoulders, placing Titan back in his stroller and strapping him in.

“I don’t know. How about we surprise him at the office with lunch and ask?”.

He eyes lit up and she nodded aggressively.

I grabbed my phone about to shoot him a text, but then just decided to surprise him with our presence.

1:40

I smiled as I approached Kings office door. Placing my phone in my purse, I then opened the door. My smile dropped and unwillingly jealously ran over me.

Trent and Sanaa ran over to Kingston while I stood at the door, still trying to figure out what was going on. He looked at me with a smile, then stood up quickly and walked over to me.

“Oh I’m sorry baby. Ummm Damn, Tiana this is my new assistant Porsche. And Porsche this is my Fiance and our dream team Sanaa, Trent, and Titan”.

I was so caught up in little miss thang up in here, then fact that he said fiance didn’t hit me until a few seconds later. I decided to bask in it and held my head high as she approached me with her hand out.

“It’s so nice to meet you. King has told me all about you?”.

I smiled returning the gesture.

“I’m sure Kingston has”

She cleared her through looking back at the kids and smiling. I watched as she slid out of the door, not forgetting to close it behind her.

“Baby?.... What was that?”.

King laughed. I shrugged my shoulders, taking Titan from his stroller and placing him on the floor. 

“Nothing. I greeted her as I was suppose to”.

Smacking his teeth, he pulled me close to him and picked my lips softly while holding my waist.

“I had no idea you needed a assistant. Why didn’t you get a guy, or a gay dude assistant”.

He laughed once more, taking the bag of food from my hand and placing it on the table. I watched as he portioned it out, giving the kids their food along with their drink.

“No need to be jealous. You’re all I need”.

I scoffed, throwing my head back and letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“Jealous? Me? No not at all. I’m just saying...I like how you threw that fiance thing in there”.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth and shrugging his shoulders.

“Just speaking the good into existence”.