#mychael x reader

[adkapera]

☆Skesh☆

Tkm Mychael

♡Makeup to go out♡(0w0)°

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The sillies

[sweet1hxney]

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 )The idea stays in my mind, thinking a little and drawing MR!Mychael, I thought about his role as a yandere.

I have the idea that by already having affection for MC, just like Mychael, he will develop attachment to MC, but with the difference that he could be a little more possessive.

He is somewhat reluctant to even think of another way other than defense, but MC makes him feel warm, too much... Maybe he doesn't want you to go away from him, he is very suspicious of this new feeling, to the point that he becomes a little more violent in keeping you by his side, after all, he can no longer manipulate you, he must opt for other methods, perhaps not as effective.

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˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 ) La idea se queda en mi mente, un poco pensando y dibujando a MR!Mychael, pensé en su rol como yandere.

Tengo la idea que al ya tener cariño a MC, igual a Mychael, desarrollará apego a MC, pero con la diferencia de que podría ser un poco más posesivo.

Es algo reacio ya en siquiera pensar en otra manera que no sea en defensa, pero MC lo hace sentir cálido, demasiado... Quizás no quiera que se aleje de él, sospecha mucho de ese nuevo sentimiento, al punto de que se vuelva un poco más violento en mantenerte a su lado, después de todo, ya no puede manipularte, debe optar por otros métodos, quizás no tan eficaces

[talkbycolor]

mushroom oasis headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; im very sensitive about mychael too, oops

Pairing; "Mychael" x GN!Reader

CW; idk alien sex (jk) / this is actually cute, dont worry

Mychael as your boyfriend.

I just know that he likes to listen to ABBA with you and dance in the mornings when making breakfast or at night before going to sleep.

He purrs at bedtime, especially if you pet his hair.

You can caress his horns, they are softer than they look but also sensitive, be delicate

After a while of relationship, he could no longer avoid the growing guilt he felt and told you about the mushrooms in the forest and the brainwashing he did to you at the beginning.

Definitely identifies with Roar's "Christmas Kids" song.

Be thankful he doesn't have an internet connection or he'd make Deez Nuts cringe jokes.

He is the perfect person for fairycore, you have already begged him to do makeup together, even though he didn't need any of that.

He likes to feel safe, silly and childish with you, having learned to take care of himself since… well, always, it was a drain on the soul. what a relief to his heart to be able to be childish with you, like a break.

He still has certain self-esteem problems, his eyes always dilate when you say nice things about him (or when he's about to jump and attack ((kiss you)))

It's not like Mychael is an uncivilized being, but you've taken the time to teach him several things on dates you've had, things that perhaps he didn't know due to his isolation from society.

You're actually a little scared of what could happen if they discover Mychael's existence, so if you live together it will be in the forest.

Sometimes he is selfish and brainwashes you when he wants more kisses or just feels too needy to let you go out with your friends.

For him there is no such thing as breaking up, he will beg you for answers and ask countless times what the problem is or what you want him to change, as a last resort he would brainwash you so that you stay by his side, even if it's like a shell.

"They were 20 and decided to end their life just like this. They went up to the 21st floor and left without saying "goodbye." I wonder if when they were flying through the air they remembered… ..I once told him if you kill yourself I'm gonna kill myself too!" Basically Mychael not being able to continue with his life alone once he meets MC, if you leave, so does he.

The first time you had sex, bro, Mychael almost had to be chained up, he acted like a spoiled kid when he tried his new favorite candy.

Mychael composes songs for MC, he will even try to get new instruments, new talents, anything to entertain his firefly and have them stay in the forest with him.

Is the kind of old-fashioned sculpted lover, don't doubt that you will look like a 60-year-old couple with 3 chickens and a dog, your wish is his command. If you can't go out to eat at an elegant restaurant, he will get a recipe book to prepare the best dishes and put candles on the table. If you don't have new clothes, he will knit what you like. If you don't like the color of the cabin, he will paint everything as many times as necessary.

Physically? Mychael will never hurt you, using guilt as manipulation is not to his liking either, he loves you too much so he will only wash your brain to have a perfect life by your side, don't worry, you are safe from the world and you will have healing caresses every night , even if it is not today, if it is not tomorrow, you will learn to need it on your own and stay at will.

Mychael is terrified of people, the opinion of the masses made him think of himself as a monster and he can't help but blurt out little comments mocking his own appearance. Being with you makes him forget what he is. Why was he surprised? Because you didn't look away.

His saliva is a little salty and something tells me that he produces goo when he is excited, trust me (delulu)

♡

[jasmine-omni-bi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

Caged

Character: Mychael from Mushroom Oasis

Summary: At what point does a house become a prison, and at what point did his kindness start to feel stifling?

Warnings: yandere character; descriptions of violence; imprisonment;

  The fire crackles softly in the fireplace as you observe him in near complete stillness. Sitting quietly on the floor, right in front of the source of warmth, he diligently works away at a knitting project from wool he made sure to be all your favorite colors. A heavy silence hangs over the room.

  And your contempt for him is as palpable as the sharp pain in your mangled leg.

  You wish things hadn't ended up like this, and you have a feeling that he felt the same, but you were also long over feeling sorry for him. It's his fault.

  Well. Maybe it had been your fault too, in some ways. Maybe if you hadn't blindly ventured into the woods, maybe if you had been firm in leaving as soon as you were conscious and able to move again, maybe if you had just called him a monster right from the start; maybe then you wouldn't have walked straight into this cage.

  He steals a quick glance at you, only to just as quickly go back to pretending that his focus was only on his knitting needles. You clutch the hem of your sweater, one he had made for you, as a thought passed through you that perhaps you should have used them as a weapon when you had the chance. No way he's going to leave anything sharp near you now.

  His tail flicks to the side and he heaves a sigh. "Are you hungry?" He tentatively asks, slightly nervous and unsure. But you stay quiet. You're sure he can feel your searing gaze on him, his ears drooping as if in response to your lack of an answer. It's not the first time he asked you that in the past few... Hours? It feels like it's been hours.

  After a moment, you actually decide to do him the favor to speak up.

  "I want to leave." You simply state. His ears move again, this time twitching in discomfort. It's not the answer he wanted from you.

  The tone he uses holds a bit of disdain. "You saw what happened when you did, so no." He then stands up, making sure to leave both the unfinished project and its respective needles far away from the bed you laid in, and starts heading towards the kitchen. Only to stop at the doorway.

  You catch yet another glimpse from him, and though you forced yourself to look away immediately, his posture softened. "I know you're hungry. I'll make you something you'll like, I promise!" He smiles at you.

  And you turn over to lay facing the wall.

  Another sigh escapes him, and you hear the sound of his footsteps disappear into the kitchen. But you stay unmoving, despite the tears welling up in your eyes.

  You want to go home.

  And your leg hurts. It still hasn't properly healed from the incident.

  As you think back on your last and only escape attempt, the pain only gets worse. You had grown suspicious of his behaviour, thinking that it was strange how much he insisted on you staying, how much he refused to elaborate how you had gotten here in the first place. Sure, he had been nothing but kind and hospitable towards you, but why? Why does he act like you have no reason to go back to your life?

  And so, with the accumulating suspicion and discomfort, you decided to run in the middle of the night. A terrible idea, all things considered, since you ended up lost in the middle of the dark woods and stuck in place by a bear trap to the leg.

  Your absence must have awoken him, but your screams certainly led him to you.

  He was in about as much distress as you, rushing to your side and immediately getting to freeing you from the trap, all the while scrambling over mortified ramblings of worry and disappointment over you not trusting him. You didn't even have the energy to fight back as he carried you all the way back to his cabin, while frantically muttering under his breath about how you'll never leave through that door ever again.

  The pleasant smell of his cooking suddenly snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. You recognize the smell in annoyance, quickly realising that he's indeed making something you'll like.

  "Firefly?" You nearly jump out of bed at him calling you by the usual nickname, caught off guard by how you hadn't heard him make his way to now stand right to the side of the bed.

  You finally make the mistake of making eye contact. And your head starts to feel f u z z y.

  "Everything is going to be alright." He immediately leans into you, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You don't need to worry about anything." It doesn't stop you from getting lost in his strangely glowy gaze however, as you suddenly find yourself weirdly... Tempted to agree with him.

  A look of guilt passes through him. It doesn't last.

  "I'll take good care of you."

[kanasbinwriting]

Any Mychael hcs?? :)

GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS

Thank you so much for your request ^^!!! I hope you don't mind me writing dating headcanons for Mychael :>

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- I LOVE HIM SM AHHHHHHH

- He's insecure af, as we know, so it'll take him long to believe that you don't see him as a monster

- But the moment he slowly begins to believe your honey smeared words? Oh, he's going to be absolutely smitten with you

- Do you remember the flower field where he took the MC? This is your date spot now and I won't be persuaded otherwise

- You either stargaze, have a picnic or just look at the clouds as the butterflies surround you two

- You two would make flowercrowns together, idc if you don't know how to make them. He'll gladly try to teach you

- He adores preparing little snacks and drinks for the picnic date with you

- He always hums a happy tune as he makes the snacks

- He'd undeniably enjoy morning strolls with you

- Imagine holding his hand as you two walk around in the woods. He might even hum a little tune as you do

- He was definitely nervous at your first official date

- He read tons of books about romance after he discovered his feelings for you

- He also read the most traumatising and disturbing things he's ever read

- But it's worth it if it meant that you'll be happy

- He loves listening to you talking about your interests

- He doesn't really initiate physical touch at first

- But if physical touch is your love language, he'd start to initiate it more often

- He follows you around everywhere you go when you're at his place

- He gets very flustered when you give him quick surprise kisses or hugs

- But he'll quickly ease into your touch

- He LOVES playing those no WiFi games on your phone

- RIP your phone storage, it'll be greatly missed

- He enjoys getting kisses all over his face and could spent forever in your embrace

- His love language is definitely receiving words of affirmation

- He'd definitely gift you random leaves and tell you that they reminded him of you

- They're really pretty ones though

- I think one of his love languages is also acts of service

- He just adores taking care of you

- He would love to cook with you, in a sense that you're sitting at the dining table and give the food a taste and clean the cutlery he used

- yummy

- If you tell him about your favourite food or snack, he'd always have it or at least have the ingredients ready in case you suddenly crave it

- He's definitely a morning person

- It took him SO long to share his bed with you

- If you two are sharing a bed and cuddling, he would be hesitant to leave your side, but will eventually since he wants to prepare breakfast and tend to his chickens

- He loves seeing you hanging out with his chickens and taking care of them

- They are sort of his family after all

- He'd definitely love to share one of his hobbies with you. May it be knitting or gardening, he'd be more than happy to teach you

- But he'd also enjoy just having you sit next to him as you do your own thing

- I don't think he's someone who would begin to fight over something small

- If it does happen, he would quickly apologize

- He gets pretty coy when he realises that you want to start a silly argument with him that leads to nowhere and doesn't even make sense

- If you two get into a big fight he'd definitely snap quickly, but he's quickly apologising

- He cools down pretty quickly when he gets mad, but he feels very awkward after and isn't very good when it comes to talking it out

- I do think that he gets jealous of others to a certain extent due to his insecurities

- However, I don't think he would act out of order to a certain extent

- Hypnosis can fix many things after all

- If you ever feel down, he'd wrap you up in a burrito blanket, make you tea and just cuddle you

- He doesn't know shit about comforting others, but he's a great listener

- He'd probably try to distract you with whatever comes in mind, wherever it be with food or just cuddling he's at your service

- If he feels down, he just wants to be near you in silence

- If you're mentally ill he'd probably start to bomb you with questions

- Of course, he would back down when you tell him to, but he'd be confused at first

- He's a great listener though, as I mentioned, and would do his best to learn about your issues

- Same thing goes for when you're chronically ill

- If you have a hobby you can practice at his place, he'd be ecstatic to watch you and maybe even join you in your activities

- He almost shed a tear when you made/bought him a cake for his birthday

- And when you gave him gifts? He was so delighted that he couldn't stop smiling like a goof

- He wouldn't have a dramatic reaction when you give him pet names

- I think he'd enjoy most pet names that start with the word "my", for example "My love, my dearest, my dear, etc..."

- When you two cuddle, I think he would enjoy facing you and having your limbs tangled together as you cuddle

- He purrs every time

- He could've sworn that he almost died due to his embarrassment when you told him about his purring habit

[memymay]

~ Mychael ~ Mushroom Oasis Oneshot ~

Reader who’s legally blind / has really poor eyesight

fluff, comfort - NB reader - No TW’s

Reader Insert Masterlist ⭐️

(For those of you who don’t know, you can still have sight while being legally blind, for this MC is going to have glasses. I’m legally blind without my glasses, and I’ve had this idea in my head for a good long while, enjoy!)

“Mychael… is that yours…?” You asked, staring at the tail now tightly gripping your cup. Your eyes slowly gazed up to look at Mychael, head now hanging low in his hands. It hurt to seem him like this, he was so cheery just a few moments ago.

“I… I’m sorry (y/n)” he spoke softly, “I-“ he paused, debating his next words, “I should be honest…” he slowly tilted his head up, pulling his hair back to reveal his two sets of eyes.

You stared in shook, looking from one set to the other, and taking in his expression. His brows were knit, and a small frown adorned his face… he was scared. He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze and looking around the room. His dark eyes were downcast, and his eyes were teary.

“Please…” his voice was low, almost a whisper, “I know… I…” he stopped and took a deep breath to steady himself, before closing his eyes and speaking again, “I know its a lot… but… this is what i really look like. Who I really am…”

“I know what I look like, just please,” he finally turned his gaze back up to you, eyes pleading, “Please don’t be scared…” he begged.

Finally gathering your senses, you turn your gaze to flick between his eyes, tail, ears, and horns. You weren’t scared, as much as fascinated. He was like the fae your grandmother would warn you about, like the fairies, elves, and dragons in your story books.

However, this did not reach Mychael. His perception clouded by fear, he took your silence as a bad sign. he dropped his head on the table, quietly muttering out a sentence that was barely audible, being muffled by the table. “I can hide my face, if that’s what you want, just… I…” he let out a staggered breath, not knowing what else he could say. Slowly he peaked up through his hair to see your face.

You were smiling

A soft reassuring smile, one that slightly eased his growing anxiety.

“There’s nothing wrong with how you look.” You said plainly, meeting his eyes as he picked his head off the table. He was preparing for the worst, and hopping for the best. But even so, your reaction was the farthest from what he expected. Not even in the “good ending” he had hoped for.

“R-Really!?” He asked, face lifting from disparate to a slight hopeful look, “even though I look like this?”

You reached up to grab your glasses, taking them off and setting them on the table.

“There,” you said, smiling fondly, “now I can’t see you, problem solved.”

“That’s not-“

“Mychael.” You interrupted, “You have treated me better than most of the people I know would have. And im a stranger. Your kindness means more to me than what you look like.”

You reached out to put your glasses back on, and laid your hand on his, “I’ve spent most of my life with eyesight so bad, im considered legally blind. Only recently did I finally get the right prescription. I know there are mean people, and there are nice people” You gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze, “I’d much rather spend my time with someone as thoughtful, kind, caring, and sweet as you over most.”

Mychael stared at you in disbelief as a few small tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t have hopped this would happen, not even in his dreams, yet here he is.

“And besides,” you continued, “you’re pretty in your own way. Like the mystic, natural beauty of nature infused into a person. Unnatural yes, but ugly…?” you paused, staring deeply into his eyes,

“That’s the farthest thing from what you are.”

.

.

.

And that was it, he decided then and there, that you had to stay. Those words, he could feel the meaning behind them. He could see the warmth in your eyes, and the honesty in your voice.

You were perfect.

And hopefully, you’d forgive him for being selfish, just this once.

notes~

Damn…. I kinda got carried away 😅. Started to feel more like I was talking to my past self rather than writing a fanfic, but I hope that emotion just made it better 🥰

[arhacuernitos04]

Aqui con mi socio

No pienso recortar la pata de mi gato

[lav-is-writing]

Happy to see new writers here ^^

Your choice of whether you can write drabbles or headcanons on sick Michael and the mc trying to help him (links to the creator's posts on how his illnesses usually go).

[Hope I got the right one and they are working]

It's ok if you skip it, anyway have a good evening!!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[I don't have the best English and I'm also relatively new to this site too, so pardon me for any mistakes :( ].

Thanks for the request! Your English is perfect by the way :)

Warnings: A bit yandere at the end, but mostly fluff and sick mychael :( the poor baby, not proofread

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On your second day in the cottage, Mychael grew sick

It almost went unnoticed, since he didn’t show regular symptoms like sneezing or coughing

Instead, his skin was paler, and you noticed him eating less during your meals, and barely engaging in conversation

You'd find him lying beneath one of the windows, soaking in the sun like a plant often

Multiple times you were tempted to go over and start ruffling his hair, but you didn’t want to catch whatever he had

After a few hours of watching him rest, (and trying to find a way to turn your phone back on), you decided to take matters into your own hands

When Mychael awoke, he found you beside him, a blanket draped over his body as he laid on the couch

He glanced up at you, noting the soup in your hands and the large smile on your face

”I used some ingredients from your garden, I hope you don’t-”

You were cut off as Mychael took the bowl from you, removing it from your grasp and directing your hands towards his face

And that’s how you ended up like this- stuck in Mychael’s bear hug while he slept, soaking up the sun and occasionally purring like an overgrown house-cat

The next morning, his eyes fluttered open, realizing how you had stayed with him throughout the entire night. How you looked so at peace there in his arms, so perfect

Mychael only tightened his grip, ignoring your shivers caused by his cold skin

”You’re so warm . . . “ He mumbles, his breath ruffling your hair as he speaks. 

And as you respond with a half-asleep smile, Mychael makes his decision

He can’t let you leave him

[jamp15]

[Remake] Holaaa les subo un nuevo dibujo rápido que hice este viernes para no dejar la cuenta tan inactiva JSJS😭

Y sobre todo informarles que voy a seguir contestando algunas preguntas que tengo pendientes, lo siento mucho por los que hace tiempo me han hecho preguntas y no he contestado, me gusta contestarlas con dibujos y darles siempre una buena respuesta ♡♡♡ Los quieroo

[English]☆

Hello, I'm uploading a new quick drawing that I did this Friday so as not to leave the account so inactive Haha

And above all, inform you that I am going to continue answering some questions that I have pending, I am very sorry for those who asked me a long time ago and I have not answered, I like to answer them with drawings and always give them a good answer ♡♡♡

[xxcrimsn-yanderrexx]

"𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎..."

"𝙼𝚎..."

♡︎🌳🦋🍄𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜/𝙼𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛🍄🦋🌳♡︎

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹-𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁... 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼... 𝗜𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀𝘀��𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝘆𝗶, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺. 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘! 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱... 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

♡︎𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 1♡︎

~𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩... 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩. 𝙄𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮... 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲...."

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾-𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒. 𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽? 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗉𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗈𝖺𝗄𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗌: 𝖬𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋, 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗒𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗋, 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗒.

𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝗒.

"𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨! 𝙄𝙩 𝙬����𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩!"

𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖻. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈��𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ��𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖻. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖮𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾.

𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽,

"𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!"

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝗎𝖻, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

"𝘼𝙝 𝙖𝙝, 𝙄𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 ��𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇.

"𝙃𝙢? 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙!" 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

"𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝘆. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹."

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾.

𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿... 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 "𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀" 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆.

"ʷᵉˡˡ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ..."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 "𝖼𝗁𝗎" 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 Mychael's breath on your face for a moment. Y𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍ed 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁ose 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇s 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

"𝘼𝙝 𝙜𝙚𝙚𝙯, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚..."

𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

"𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡..."

"..."

𝖠 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈���� 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈u𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮..."

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𝗟𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 2!

@moth-monarch

[charxjokers09]

a mini comic before the publication of the first chapter!

[talkbycolor]

Mychael, sighing: i've never had a real friend before.

MC: i can be your friend.

Mychael:

Mychael: i've also never had a partner.

[jasmine-omni-bi]

I got bored :P

[msriri030]

A River of Uncalled Memories

Dad! Mycheal x Mom! reader

CW: light angst, bittersweet ending

Wake up. Wake up. Remember. Wak—

“MAMA! WAKE UP~!”

Your two-year-old’s cheerful yell broke through the fog of sleep. Before you could fully register her voice, she added, “RAWR!”

Grinning to yourself, you decided to surprise her. In one swift motion, you pulled the blanket over both of you, engulfing her in a cozy cocoon.

“AH!” she squealed in mock fright, her laughter filling the room moments later.

Her tiny body wriggled under the covers, nuzzling against you, her small green nose pressing into your cheek. Soft, contented purring followed, a sound so precious it made your heart swell with warmth.

You gently brushed her golden locks away from her face, revealing her wide, sparkling eyes. Her joy was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile tenderly at her.

“Good morning, my little dinosaur,” you teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She giggled again, her chubby hands pawing at your face. “Rawr!” she replied, her tiny voice full of excitement.

Before you could respond, the blanket lifted, uncovering the both of you. Standing above you was your husband, Mychael, his warm smile softening his sharp features. To him, you were his heart, and Michelle—your spirited daughter—was his entire world.

“Michelle,” he said in a mock-scolding tone, crouching to her level, “didn’t I tell you to wake up your mom nicely?”

Michelle giggled, hiding behind you playfully. “I did!” she protested.

Mychael chuckled before turning his attention to you. “Good morning, love,” he said softly. “I made breakfast—and sandwiches for our picnic.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and gently cupped your face, covering Michelle’s eyes with his free hand. “No peeking, little dinosaur,” he teased, before capturing your lips in a warm, lingering kiss.

For a brief moment, everything felt perfect—the laughter, the love, the warmth of your family.

Then, like a crack splitting the perfect moment, a sharp voice echoed in your mind:

Stay away from him. He is a monster. Remember.

You flinched, groaning in pain as your head throbbed suddenly. Instinctively, you reached up to rub your temples.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mychael asked, his voice laced with concern as he steadied you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder.

Michelle, ever perceptive, crawled into your lap, her tiny hands gripping your arms tightly. “Mama?” she whispered, her wide, tear-filled eyes looking up at you with worry.

You forced a weak smile, trying to shake off the voice echoing in your head and the dull ache spreading across your temples. “I’m fine,” you reassured them softly, though your heart raced with unease. “Just a little headache. Maybe we should eat some breakfast, and I’ll feel better.”

Mychael studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp and assessing. “Are you sure? We can cancel the trip tomorrow if you’re not feeling well—”

“NO~!” Michelle’s loud, heartbroken wail interrupted him. Her little tail, a smaller version of Mychael’s, uncoiled from her waist and thumped lightly against the blankets as she pouted dramatically.

Mychael’s lips thinned as he glanced at her, clearly annoyed but struggling to stay patient. He sighed and stood up, his arms crossing as her tail flicked again. “Michelle, the river will still be there tomorrow. Okay, sweetie pie?”

Michelle’s big eyes glistened as her lip trembled. Tears began to spill over, and she sniffled loudly. The sight of her disappointment hit both of you like a ton of bricks.

Mychael’s pointed ears drooped slightly, a clear sign that he was losing the battle against her tears. She was his princess, his everything, and seeing her upset tugged at every fiber of his being.

You looked at him, your own heart aching for your little girl. Mychael’s expression softened as he met your gaze, clearly torn.

“No, it’s okay,” you said gently, giving him a reassuring smile. “You promised her this trip for a while now. She’s been looking forward to it. I’ll be fine. Really.”

Mychael hesitated, his golden eyes flickering between you and Michelle, who was now clutching your arm with a pitiful look on her face. Finally, he sighed deeply, his ears perking up slightly as he gave a reluctant nod.

“Alright,” he said, his voice low and tender as he crouched to scoop Michelle into his arms. “But if you feel worse later, we'll come right back home. No arguments.”

Michelle immediately perked up, her tears vanishing as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. “Yay! Thank you, Papa!” she squealed, her tail wagging happily behind her.

Mychael smiled faintly and kissed the top of her head. “Anything for my little princess,” he murmured.

You watched the two of them, your heart warming at the sight. Still, the voice from earlier lingered in the back of your mind, like a shadow you couldn’t quite shake. Stay away from him. He is a monster. Remember.

What did it mean? What is it that you can't remember?

After a delightful breakfast of pancakes and wild berries from Mychael’s recent hunting trip, you helped Michelle into her outfit for the day. Slipping the dress over her, you smiled as she adjusted the red fabric with its white polka-dotted puff skirt. The matching cap perched atop her golden curls was a perfect finishing touch, reminiscent of her father’s style.

“Daddy, look! I’m a princess!” Michelle declared excitedly, twirling in place to show off her outfit. Her giggles filled the room as the skirt flared out with each spin.

Mychael, who was busy packing the picnic basket, glanced up and smiled warmly at his little girl. “You’re not just a princess,” he said, crouching down to her level, “you’re the queen of the whole forest.”

Michelle beamed, her tiny hands clutching her skirt as she dashed to Mychael, throwing her arms around his neck. He chuckled, lifting her effortlessly, and the sight warmed your heart. There was something so natural, so comforting, about the bond they shared.

Carrying Michelle in one arm and the picnic basket in the other, Mychael turned to you with a soft smile. “Ready to go, firefly?”

“Yeah, love,” you replied with a giggle, leaning in to kiss him. He returned it warmly, his lips lingering just a moment longer before pulling back. With a nod, he handed you the smaller basket and gently placed Michelle in your arms before securing his crossbow over his shoulder.

Grabbing the larger basket and your hand, Mychael began to lead the way down the familiar forest path toward the river. The late morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light across the forest floor.

As you walked for a few minutes, Mychael’s sharp gaze scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, he froze, hearing something in the bushes. His body tensed as he swiftly raised his crossbow, his movements silent and precise. You instinctively clutched Michelle closer, heart racing, until a small rabbit scurried across the path ahead.

Michelle’s eyes lit up with wonder as she pointed. “Look, Mama! It’s a bunny!” she squealed with delight, her voice echoing through the trees.

You burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment, your nerves dissolving. Mychael lowered his crossbow, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Not funny,” he muttered, pouting as you and Michelle giggled together.

Despite the lighthearted moment, you knew Mychael’s cautious nature wasn’t misplaced. He was always on edge, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as if anticipating danger, as though some unseen threat loomed nearby.

You tried to remember why he was like this—how you had met him, what had shaped his unyielding vigilance—but your mind felt foggy, shrouded in a mist that refused to lift. No matter how hard you tried, the memories remained just out of reach, slipping through your grasp like water through your fingers.

I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember?

Michelle’s joyful laughter broke through your restless thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blinked, refocusing on the scene ahead. Mychael gave your hand a firm, reassuring squeeze, his quiet warmth grounding you in the here and now. Whatever his secrets were, for now, this was enough.

Ahead of you, the river slowly came into view, its crystal-clear waters glinting under the sunlight. This place held a special meaning for the two of you—a haven, a slice of peace in an otherwise chaotic world.

After setting Michelle down, you watched her run ahead to the meadow, twirling in delight as she chased a butterfly. Her golden curls bounced with every movement, and her giggles filled the air, light and carefree. She paused for a moment, turning to make sure you were watching, her wide eyes brimming with happiness.

You smiled warmly, nodding to her before settling down on the riverbank with Mychael. He sat behind you, pulling you close to rest against his broad chest. His arms encircled you protectively as he buried his face in your hair, purring softly—a comforting sound you’d come to associate with safety and love.

You sighed contentedly, leaning into his warmth as his hand gently traced idle patterns on your arm. “You’re so tense,” you murmured, tilting your head to look up at him.

He smiled faintly, his lips brushing against your temple. “I’m always tense,” he replied, his voice low and soft, though his gaze was still scanning the forest around you.

“It’s just us here,” you whispered, placing a hand over his heart. “You don’t have to worry right now.”

For a moment, he seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening as he let out a quiet sigh. “I’ll always worry,” he admitted. “But you and Michelle… you make it worth it.”

Your heart ached at his words, a mixture of warmth and that lingering unease. You wanted to ask him about the fog in your memories, about the past you couldn’t recall, but the way he held you—the way he seemed to need this moment—made you hesitate.

Instead, you turned your gaze back to Michelle, watching her spin and laugh in the meadow, the sunlight casting a golden halo around her. You leaned further into Mychael’s embrace, closing your eyes for just a moment.

Here, by the river, surrounded by love and laughter, it was easy to forget the questions. For now, this was enough.

After an hour of laughter and crafting flower crowns with Michelle, the peaceful atmosphere shifted. Mychael’s ears shot up sharply, fully alert, swiveling toward the forest. His entire posture changed—tense and ready, like a predator sensing danger. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he stood, his hand gripping the crossbow slung over his shoulder.

You immediately noticed his reaction, your heart leaping in response. Michelle seemed to sense the tension too, quickly clambering into your arms. Her tiny hands clung to you tightly, and she buried her face against your neck, nuzzling close as though seeking safety from an unseen threat.

“Mychael?” you called softly, your voice trembling as you turned your head to follow his gaze. The forest seemed darker now, shadows creeping along the edges of the clearing. A figure was moving closer, their outline barely distinguishable through the trees.

“We should head home,” you whispered, clutching Michelle tighter as your heart pounded against your ribs. You began to step back, eyes darting toward the path that led back to safety, mapping the quickest route in your mind.

Mychael shifted his weight, his tail swaying side to side in that unnerving, feline-like way he did when he was preparing for a confrontation. His crossbow was in his hands now, the string taut, ready to fire. He didn’t take his eyes off the figure, his body coiled like a spring.

“M-Mychael,” you stammered, leaning toward him, your voice barely above a whisper. “It could be a lost hiker or—”

“Maybe,” he cut you off, his voice low and cold. “Or it could be someone looking for trouble.”

The figure stopped just at the edge of the clearing, their face obscured by the shade of the trees. A suffocating silence fell over the meadow, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the steady pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

“Stay behind me,” Mychael commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, clutching Michelle protectively as your instincts screamed at you to flee. But you stayed, frozen in place, your eyes locked on the mysterious figure as they took a slow, deliberate step forward.

"(Y/N), is that you?" the figure called out, stepping hesitantly from the shadows. Their voice carried a mix of shock and relief. As they stepped into the light, you could see a young adult with tan skin, a side ponytail, and a golden retriever trotting faithfully by their side. The dog wagged its tail, seemingly thrilled to see you.

You clutched Michelle tighter, your heart pounding as you tried to place the stranger’s face. No matter how hard you searched your memory, nothing surfaced. The harder you tried, the more your headache, as though something inside was resisting you.

Remember. 

The person’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? (Y/N), it’s me—your neighbor, Vida. Don’t tell me you don’t remember Laika?” They gestured toward the golden retriever, who barked happily, tail thumping against the ground as if waiting for your recognition. Vida’s expression shifted from confusion to worry. “You’ve been missing for months…”

Their words hit you like a bolt of lightning. Missing? Months? You felt your chest tighten as an ache bloomed behind your eyes. You held Michelle closer, her small arms wrapping tightly around your neck as if she, too, could feel the tension in the air.

“I... I don’t know you,” you stammered, your voice trembling. A sharp, pounding pain erupted in your head, forcing you to close your eyes and rub your temple. “I’ve never seen you before.”

Vida took a cautious step closer, raising their hands in a gesture of peace. “Wait, you really don’t remember? Not me? Not Laika? Nothing?” They glanced at Mychael, their expression shifting to one of subtle horror as their eyes fell on his tense posture and the crossbow in his hands. Their suspicion was clear.

“What about Waffles? Your cat?” Vida’s voice softened, almost pleading. “You went out looking for her the night you disappeared. Don’t you remember that?”

“Waffles…” The name struck a chord deep within you, unlocking something raw and painful. Tears welled in your eyes without warning, your chest tightening as fragments of emotion: sadness and anger—flashes of something familiar—threatened to rise. You couldn’t grasp them fully, but the name carried weight, an echo of something important.

Your breath hitched as you unconsciously began to cry. “Mama?” Michelle’s small, worried voice broke through your haze, her tiny hands tugging at your collar as she looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.

The world around you spun, the forest tilting and narrowing as panic wrapped its icy fingers around your throat. Your breathing quickened, shallow and erratic, as you tried to make sense of it all. Memories like photo paint picture, like you falling into a river after argument about go home with Mychael since you could find your cat, waffles.

What did he do to me?

“Whoever you are,” Mychael growled, his voice sharp and protective, “you’ve made a mistake. Leave. Now.” His tail flicked aggressively, and his ears flattened against his head as he glared at Vida.

“Made a mistake?” Vida snapped, their voice rising. “I know her! She’s my neighbor, my friend! Something’s wrong here—why is she out here with you? What the hell did you do to her, monster!?”

Mychael bared his teeth, a faint hiss escaping his lips. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the crossbow. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coldly, his body shifting to block Vida’s view of you and Michelle.

“Shut up!” you suddenly shouted, your voice breaking. You stood despite the trembling in your legs, clutching Michelle tightly as you fought the storm inside your mind. “Both of you, just shut up!”

The weight of the situation crushed you, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world was collapsing in on itself. Both Mychael and Vida froze, their arguments dying on their tongues as they turned their focus to you.

Tears streaked down your face as memories flooded into mind. You gasped for air, trying desperately to regain control. Michelle buried her face in your shoulder, her soft cries muffled against your neck. You held her tighter, trying to ground yourself even as your knees threatened to give out. 

“I… I just need to think,” you whispered shakily, glancing between Vida and Mychael. “Please. Stop fighting.”

“(Y/N)...” Vida’s voice was soft, pleading, as they took a tentative step closer.

Mychael immediately raised his crossbow, the tip aimed squarely at Vida’s neck. His body was rigid, his stance unwavering, and his piercing glare made it clear that one wrong move would end poorly.

Michelle whimpered in your arms, her small cries muffled against your shoulder as you tried to soothe her, your hand rubbing small circles on her back. But anger boiled inside you, raw and uncontrollable, the panic twisting into something sharper.

You glared at Vida, your voice trembling but firm. “Vida, is it? Get the fuck out of here. Now. I don’t want to see you again. Do you understand me!?”

Vida froze, their expression flickering between shock, anger, and disbelief. For a moment, it seemed like they might argue, their fists clenching at their sides. But then they took a shaky breath, casting one last, sorrowful look your way.

“Fine,” they muttered bitterly, their voice laced with hurt. Without another word, they turned and began walking away, Laika following at their heels.

Don't look back, Vida. Ran away, when you can.

You watched them disappear into the trees, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing. Mychael didn’t lower his crossbow until they were completely out of sight. Even then, his eyes stayed fixed on the direction they’d gone, his tail flicking in agitation.

“I was missing… for months” you whispered to yourself, barely audible. Your legs wobbled as the realization settled like lead in your stomach.

Michelle shifted in your arms, her little hand clutching your shirt as if sensing your turmoil. “Mama?” she whimpered softly, her voice trembling.

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” you lied through gritted teeth, your voice breaking under the weight of your unraveling thoughts.

Behind you, Mychael stepped closer, his ears pressed flat against his head and his tail low, a rare expression of vulnerability. “Firefly,” he said again, softer this time, his hand reaching toward you.

But you flinched away, glaring at him with a mix of rage and anguish. “Don’t,” you snapped, your voice raw. “Don’t touch me.”

He froze, his hand hovering in the air before falling back to his side. For a moment, his mask of calm shattered, his expression pained. “(Y/N), I can explain—”

“Explain?!” you interrupted, your voice rising as you struggled to keep it together. “Explain what, Mychael? Why can barely I remember anything? Why does Vida know me but I don’t know her? Why have I been missing?!”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze dropping to the ground. The silence felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

“Let’s go,” you said sharply, adjusting Michelle in your arms. Your legs felt like they could give out any second, but you forced yourself forward, heading toward the path back home.

Mychael followed at a distance, his usual confident stride replaced with hesitation. His tail flicked nervously behind him, and his ears twitched as if listening for something—anything—that could justify the tension between you.

But all you could hear was the echo of Vida’s words: You’ve been missing for months.

As the cabin came into view, exhaustion hit you like a tidal wave. Your legs carried you inside on autopilot, the weight of the day's events pressing heavily on your shoulders. With trembling arms, you bathed Michelle to calm her down, then tucked her into bed. She looked up at you with wide, worried eyes, her small voice breaking the heavy silence.

“Mama, don’t cry…”

You forced a weak smile, brushing her soft hair back and kissing her forehead. “I’m okay, baby. Get some rest, okay?”

Michelle nodded reluctantly, curling up with her favorite blanket. Her breathing eventually slowed, becoming soft and steady as she drifted off to sleep. You stayed for a moment, watching her peaceful face, willing yourself to feel the same calm. But your mind churned with too many thoughts, and when you finally turned around, you found Mychael standing in the doorway.

His tall frame cast a shadow across the room, his expression unreadable. But his eyes told a different story—desperate, pleading, searching for forgiveness you weren’t ready to give.

You gently closed the door behind you as you left Michelle’s room, cutting off the faint sound of her breathing. Mychael was still standing there, his gaze downcast, unable to meet your eyes.

As you walked past him, he reached for your hand. “Firefly—”

“Is the bath ready?” you interrupted, your voice quiet but firm. “We can talk there… I don’t want Michelle to hear.”

His ears perked up slightly at your tone, but his expression remained pained. The sight of your tear-streaked face made his chest tighten, and guilt flashed in his golden eyes. He nodded, avoiding your gaze as you gently took his hand and led him toward the bathroom.

Inside, the faint warmth of steam filled the air, but it did little to ease the tension between you. Silently, you stripped off your clothes, and Mychael followed suit, his movements hesitant and self-conscious. His cheeks reddened slightly as he avoided looking directly at you, but this time, it wasn’t from shyness.

You stepped into the bath together, but unlike your usual routine, you didn’t lean back against his chest. Instead, you sat across from him, your arms wrapped around your knees as you met his gaze head-on. The silence between you was deafening, the air thick with unspoken words.

Finally, you sighed, breaking the tension. “So… tell me the truth, Mychael,” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and exhaustion. “What happened to me? What aren’t you telling me?”

He hesitated, his tail flicking once before going still, his ears flattening slightly. “It’s not what you think,” he said, his voice tight and strained.

“Then what is it?” you pressed, leaning forward despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you. “Because right now, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, widening the chasm between you. Mychael’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the tub.

“I can use hypnotism,” he finally admitted, his voice cracking. “And… I…”

Tears began to spill from his eyes, his ears drooping as his tail uncoiled and tentatively wrapped around your ankle, seeking comfort. You felt the trembling in his body, and despite everything, you instinctively reached down to gently stroke the tip of his tail.

“I used it to suppress your memories,” he confessed, his voice breaking completely. “I… I was so afraid of losing you. Afraid of what you’d do if you remembered everything. I’m so sorry, Firefly. I never wanted to hurt you, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

Tears streamed down both of your faces as he bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. His pain was palpable, but so was yours, a deep, sharp ache in your chest as his words sank in.

You tilted your head back, staring at the ceiling as disbelief washed over you. The man you loved, the man who had protected and cherished you, had also been the one to take away a part of who you were.

“You… you suppressed my memories,” you murmured, the words foreign and bitter on your tongue. “You altered my mind, Mychael. How could you do that to me?”

He didn’t look up, his tears falling silently into the water. “I thought I was protecting you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “But I know now I was wrong. I was selfish. And I’ll regret it every single day for the rest of my life.”

You closed your eyes, the weight of his confession pressing down on you like an unbearable burden. Trust, once shattered, wasn’t easily repaired. And while your heart ached at the sight of his visible remorse, the damage had already been done.

The man sitting across from you was both your greatest love and your deepest betrayer. As much as you wanted to forgive him, you weren’t sure you ever could.

Michelle’s innocent face flashed in your mind—your baby girl, who loved her father so purely, so deeply. How would this affect her? The thought of her bright, joyful spirit dimming under the weight of her parents falling apart was too much to bear.

You knew what you had to do.

For her sake.

Your chest ached with the decision, but it felt like the only path forward. You opened your eyes, fixing your gaze on Mychael. His own golden eyes were rimmed red with tears, his ears flattened with guilt and sorrow. He flinched slightly as you reached out, your fingers brushing through his soft golden locks. Gently, you stroked the smooth curve of his mushroom-like horn, the way you used to when seeking his comfort.

“Make me forget one more time,” you whispered, your voice trembling but resolute. “Please... for Michelle’s sake.”

Mychael froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. For a moment, he looked as if he hadn’t heard you correctly.

“Firefly...” His voice cracked, his tail curling tightly around himself. “No. I... I can’t. Not again. I already—”

“You will,” you cut him off, your tone firm despite the tears streaking your face. “Because this isn’t about us anymore. This is about her. She deserves to have both her parents. She deserves to be happy.”

Mychael’s hands trembled as they clenched the edge of the tub, his entire body tense with anguish. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I don’t deserve a second chance.”

“This isn’t about what you deserve,” you said softly, cupping his cheek. “This is about what she needs.”

His tears fell freely now, his resolve breaking under the weight of your words. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing tightly as though memorizing the warmth of your palm.

“I’ll do it,” he finally whispered, his voice shattered. “But... this time... I’ll make sure you never feel this pain again. I swear it.”

You nodded, your heart breaking even as you felt a sense of calm settle over you. You knew the cost of this decision, the ultimate sacrifice you were making for your daughter’s happiness.

As Mychael’s trembling hands wrapped around for you, his eyes faint glow of his magic beginning to swirl, you began to close your eyes of tiredness once more, your last coherent thought a prayer for Michelle.

For her, you would forget.

For her, you would start over.

Even if it meant losing yourself.