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spaceumbredoggos · 3 months ago

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I'm gonna be working on Ace's and Oh's until I start work on my pie, then I will write some more.

Chapter Fourteen (You’ve married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.)

No one’s POV:

Jacob sat in his hospital bed, wincing as the nurse cleaned his burns. His sister and niece walked into the room, sitting at the chairs adjacent to his bed. “Hello, Shari.”

“Hello.” Shari’s expression was cheerful as her daughter was busy scrolling through her phone. Jacob’s side of the family was down visiting him in the hospital since the fire. He had been showered with flowers and concerned cards. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He told his family, trying to soothe the ache in his heart since his now ex wife started the divorce proceedings.

“Have you heard from McKenzie lately?” Shari’s daughter peeked up from her phone to ask. “She refuses to speak with me. She refuses to speak with anyone.” Jacob sighed as he stifled a groan of annoyance. Why is everyone so concerned about McKenzie all of the sudden? Jacob started playing Woodoku on his phone as his sister and niece left, their skin prickling with unease by Jacob’s sudden withdrawn mannerisms.

Jacob dozed off in his hospital bed. He didn’t expect to see the translucent form of his other ex wife in front of him. He knows a ghost when he sees one. He jolted back in his bed, stammering at the sight of her. “What do you want, Erin?”

“Kenz is in trouble.” Erin had a look of peace and solace on her face, something that Jacob had never seen at all in her life. “Why do you use her name that she calls herself?”

“Even after all this time, you still hold that image of them--”

“She is not a they!!!” Jacob snapped, standing up from his bed at once. He gritted his teeth as he thought back to the fire that scorched his multimilliondollar home. “So you actually visited her?”“They’ve matured a lot--”

“‘She’ is having a downwards spiral. That woke liberal mindset is rotting her brain.” Jacob grumbled with all the venom he could muster. Erin’s gaze was unwavering. “You were wrong about the triplets.” There was a wisdom in Erin’s voice as she guided her ex husband through a tangle of pines towards a shack in the Oregon woods. “What’s so special? This is just Stanley’s house.”

“Look closer.” Erin pointed to Atlas returning in his truck. Jacob’s eyes widened. The boy looked exactly like him except with green eyes, an ugly mullet, a fat belly, and with less scars from injuries. He wore flannel and looked like a discount country boy, but his painted nails sent a shiver down Jacob’s spine. “God dammit!!”

“What?”

“I can’t fucking escape these fucking queers. They’re turning my entire family against me.” Jacob turned his gaze towards a girl the same age as the boy with long bushy violet, red, and black dyed hair. She had long painted red fingernails and wore witchcore clothes. Jacob gagged at the sight of the bisexual pride pin on her dress. “Why? Why can’t any of my children be normal?”“Jacob. Your children need you. There’s something stalking---”“McKenzie brought this upon herself.” Jacob snapped, glaring at Erin. “I thought that if I could reach you beyond my death…” Erin looked at him with sorrow as she walked off into the woods.

I don’t need those weirdos in my life. Jacob pouted and sulked back into his hospital bed, when suddenly, he was unable to move at all. He broke into a cold sweat, panic surging through his bones. Jacob’s eyes darted around the dark room, looking for a nurse to help him. The beeping of his heart rate monitor grew more frequent as he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

His burns felt like they were reignited. The scent of smoke filled his lungs. Huddled in front of him were the three shapes of his adult children, surrounded by a wall of fire. “No one’s here to save them now.”

Jacob bolted upright in his bed, panting and sweating. He was trembling from such a nightmare, but was too proud and stoic to admit that it scared him. He saw the translucent shape of the Axolotl in front of him, staring him down. “Like Icarus, you continue to flap away from your problems.”

“I don’t need your smart-assery.” Jacob growled as he saw the shapes of his three adult children in front of him once again. “What do you want from me? My wife left me. My ex haunts me from beyond her grave.”

“You must clip your wings and admit to what you have done.” Cryptic as ever, the Axolotl flared their gills. “I have done nothing wrong.”

But the Axolotl turned around and shook their head. They walked away in the silvery stars, leaving Jacob to wonder if it was all just a dream. Jacob shouted curses loud enough to draw the nurses attention. He stifled any mention of his dreams or visions, instead asking to call his father for a visit.

Jacob’s father drove up to the hospital. He entered the room with his younger son. Jacob sighed, looking frazzled and troubled. “Are you going on any hunting trips to Oregon any time soon?”

Jacob’s father shook his head. “I know Hailey is taking Colt to Oregon later this week. They’re staying with Stanley.”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT TO STAY WITH THAT FUCKING CROOK???!!!!” Jacob roared at the top of his lungs. “Wait, is McKenzie staying there?”

“She has an internship with the Pines.” Jacob elaborated to his little brother. “I’m sure she wants nothing to do with you when you arrive there.”

“Will she talk to Hailey?” Jacob’s brother asked hopefully. It had been clear that he had been taking Kenz’s distancing themself from their dad’s side of the family harsh to his heart. “Don’t expect her to make any sense. She’s been consumed by the woke liberal agenda. She wants to be known as ‘Kenz’ and by ‘they/them’ pronouns.” Jacob’s voice was full of scorn as his brother sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing well that Kenz was always more liberal leaning, especially in their teenage years.

Jacob sighed as he looked at his brother pleadingly. “You think you can bring her back? See if you can get her to speak to me again?” Jacob’s brother was only sixteen, far too young to be roped into family drama. But he nodded and gave Jacob something he hadn’t had in a while, hope.

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The Axolotl gave a heaving sigh as he shot a glance at Brodey. “So, Colt and Hailey are heading to Gravity Falls?”

“Against anyone’s better judgement, it would appear so.” The Axolotl turned towards the entrance to Heaven to conjure up a meeting with their angels and Hell’s sins. BRodey watched on as his mentor walked away.

Something nagged at Brodey’s pelt as he remembered how temperamental Kenz would get around their cousin and uncle. He walked into the realm of dreams, finding the entrance point to Kenz’s delicate mindscape. He gave a heaving sigh, bracing himself for what he might find in there.

Brodey walked through the threshold as Kenz wasn’t dreaming at the moment. They were asleep, but their mind was too racked with fever to hold a coherent thought. Brodey could sense another presence in the mindscape as he detected the scent of a cat.

From behind him came a black she cat with leaf green eyes and stars in her pelt. Why is Hollyleaf here? Brodey tilted his head as he watched from the shadows of Kenz’s mind as Hollyleaf came to greet them. Kenz jolted in terror as they saw Hollyleaf.

“Oh great. I’m dreaming of StarClan now?” Kenz buried their head in the pillows of the couch as Hollyleaf twitched her whiskers in amusement. She began with a prrowr of amusement. “Greetings Kenz.”

“Look, your Clan is out of control. Atlas had to go to CVS to get medicine. They keep raiding our herbs. Processed twoleg medicine is starting to no longer work on me.” Kenz’s voice was filled with hostility, something Brodey never expected to hear from someone who was always super happy and pleasant when they were around him.

“I am here to deliver a message.” Hollyleaf put her amusement aside and started to get serious. “Oh the great and noble StarClan has chosen a message for me? Wouldn’t it be more useful to relay this to a medicine cat?” Kenz’s biting hostility and rage startled Brodey,w ho never thought Kenz could ever be capable of such wrath.

Brodey twitched his ears with grief and sorrow. Kenz has been through a lot. Bill must be pulling some stunt in their mind to make them more bitey and mean. Or it’s just the sheer trauma of all the shit they’ve been through. Brodey gave a heaving sigh as Hollyleaf pricked her paw with her claw and let a drop of blood fall from her paw. The blood ignited into flame, first a small spark, escalating to a raging inferno. Kenz didn’t seem amused nor frightened of this revelation. The flames died down as Hollyleaf’s eyes lost their pupils and started to glow a bright minty green. “When blood meets fire, blood will burn.”

Kenz scoffed at the notion. “Doesn’t all things burn when they meet fire?” Kenz turned away towards the couch cushions as Hollyleaf left the room. Kenz bristled with irritation as Brodey longed to comfort them.

Brodey sprang from the shadows, confusing the absolute shit out of Kenz. Kenz tilted their head. “Brodey?”

“In the spirit.” Brodey chuckled as Kenz scritched his ears. “Since you’re getting messages now--” “That I didn’t consent to.” Kenz grumbled as Brodey cleared his throat. “Anyways, kin you were once close to will find their way back into your life. A former traitor will burn from flapping too close to the sun, calling himself a hero. It will be up to you and your siblings to define his fate after his ashes are found.”

“Are all ghosts this cryptic?” Kenz growled, pacing back and forth, only to stumble a few steps. “We are as cryptic as we need to be to prevent the living from figuring out too much.”

“Lemme guess, the Axolotl sent you?” The hairs on Kenz’s neck started to stand up. Brodey can sense an incoming rant as he braced himself. Oh dear.

“Lemme send something back to them. You gain the ability to write in your eternal servitude?” Kenz chucked Brodey a pen and paper as Brodey rolled his eyes and started to write. “The next time they want to spare a criminal to a ‘different form, a different time,’ they should consider that maybe not everyone deserves to be spared from the punishment of their crimes against the multiverse. Maybe some demons deserve to stay dead as a doornail. Maybe the next time they want to ‘try to see the better in someone’, they should strip them of their powers to groom feeble minds into shoving---”

“You’re about to get really explicit, aren’t you?” Brodey cut Kenz off before he subjected himself to the torture of one of Kenz’s frenzied rants. “What? You used to hear me out for the better in life. Why not let me speak my mind in death?”

“Don’t you have someone else to talk to about this?” Brodey didn’t want to hear Kenz’s graphic rant of all the things Bill did to them. “Like a therapist?”

“You think a therapist would specialize in pandimensional rape torture?” Kenz snapped, tensing up their body. Brodey hid his face in his paws in shame. How could the Axolotl just not do anything? What does he have left to lose?

Brodey got an idea in that moment. Not an “Aha” idea, but more of an “ah shit, would this seriously work?” idea. Brodey sighed, deciding to hear Kenz out. “Continue.”

“You writing this down?”

“I am writing this down.” Brodey nodded, somehow writing down “Dear Axolotl” on the sheet of paper despite not having opposable thumbs. “Okay. Get this. The whole shitty thing about redemption is that it’s situational at best. At worst, it gets criminals off scott free without compensation of those hurt. Save redemption for petty thieves at the bottom of the capitalism ladder. But does a serial groomer who manipulates those through flattery, sex, and flirting deserve to be reincarnated or ever get a chance at release? Not to mention that he is breaking free. Eat this. If the Axolotl was so strong. If the Axolotl was so smart. If the Axolotl was so powerful, why didn’t they nip this little Bill problem in the bud before it got to this scale? Why didn’t they just say ‘no’ to the offer of Bill returning? What lessons do they think that Bill would learn from therapy?” Kenz paced back and forth.

“B-but what about your mother--”

“Leave her out of this!!!” Kenz bristled, snorting up mucus through their nose. They rapidly started pacing back and forth before collapsing. “Kenz, may I say something that I never got to tell you?”

“Maybe there’s a reason dogs shouldn’t speak.”

“Well you can speak to dogs regardless.” I debated with a piece of information that the Axolotl had told me when I first applied to be Kenz’s guardian angel. That seemed so long ago. I shouldn’t have died so soon. Kenz was right. I should have been able to follow them after they moved out.

Brodey shook his head at the memory of him first arriving to heaven. St Peter immediately let him in as a winner, as he being a dog basically guaranteed him a spot in Heaven. But Brodey wasn’t satisfied with just relaxing in eternal paradise for the rest of his existence until his memory was gone from all living and dead memory. He knew that Kenz was fragile> He presumed that there was something going on in Kenz’s mind since they came home from the psych ward on their first stay. He could tell by the way they would scream and thrash in their sleep, by the way they would pace around back and forth in the yard talking to themself. He could tell by how they hardly had any friends when their sisters had plenty. Kenz always would set themself aside from everyone.

Brodey applied for the guardian angel program, knowing that it was very rare for winners to become guardian angels. But the Axolotl took a liking to him. For one thing, being a dog won him several favors, and Kenz was such an integral part of the multiverse’s balance as a shapeshifter demon.

Kenz never learned of their true species or who they are descended from. Shapeshifters are rare in nature, and their abilities are eventually bred out of the lineage. However, mutations can and do happen.

Royals tend to be of shapeshifter demon descent. It just happens. However, royals could never change forms. Instead, they were heavily deformed from the inbreeding of faulty incomplete shapeshifter genes. Eventually, the perils of inbreeding were known and royals started to outsource.

Why was this important? Kenz was a descendant of a Scottish king. The Scottish king had the shapeshifting gene, and was fabled to have changed forms frequently himself. However, these genes were dormant unless two copies were passed down, one from each parent. And it just so happened the other copy of the gene was on their father’s side.

Jacob’s great grandfather was half shapeshifter, so the genes were more recent and strong. That shapeshifter was a descendent of an extremely high ranking hellborn royal, quite possibly Satan himself or a Goetia. But with a lack of records and how demon genes are hard to test for, any connections to any royal hellborne demon on Kenz’s lineage would be too far gone to track, the only evidence of such is how Kenz, Holly, and Atlas can wield magic.

Brodey opened his mouth to speak through Kenz’s fervent rants, but it was clear that Kenz was making less and less sense in their feverish haze and they were wearing themself out. They collapsed onto the ground, leaning on Brodey. With a heave of their sides and a cough, they gazed at Brodey. “I’m getting fuuuuckinng tiireed…” With a final whimper, they fell asleep as Brodey realized he was trapped in Kenz’s mindscape until they woke up. I hope Atlas comes back with the medicine soon.

#gravity falls #self insert #aces and oh’s #warrior cats #hollyleaf

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