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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 11 months ago

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Drabbles of how I would handle Evil Mickey in a universe like the Chip and Dale Universe

Authors Notes: Cameos of OC kiddos are also here, but they add a bit of a kick needed to spice things up, Goofy may be OOC due to how he's treating Max. But I figure if he can be the nice guy, he'd also be the ass kisser who does everything Mickey says, even when it comes to his own kid,

Again these are drabbles of me messing around with the idea,

He eyed Donald, taking a drag of his cigarette, this was a challenge, fine if the duck wanted to play he'd do the same,

“I mean, I was the one to first show you love.” He said slowly, the duck looking down, bingo the achilles heel”You're just not my type. That's the unfortunate nature of Love, besides you have Jose and Panchito now, and I have Minerva. So we both don't want this to end up....messy. Behave or else I will make this very messy,

Donald nodded straightening, as Mickey sighed taking another drag before letting smoke roll out as he questioned,

“You said you had something important to tell me?”

“ Goofy's son-”

An eyebrow raised as the toon tapped the cigarette on the ashtray,

"Oh that one? The one that has been snooping around Yakko Warner, getting cozy with him and his siblings,” he tossed down a folder full of photographs and notes,”They aren't subtle, my private mice investigators sniffed them out almost immediately... you know how we feel about crossing”

The duck toon swallowed, as the mouse shrugged,

“He can keep his little tryst if he wants, but he is no longer a Disney if he wants anything further if he wants to be a Warner he'll be a Warner. Isn't that right Goofy?”

The mouse looked over his shoulder to the said Dog toon who was working the accounting books. He nodded, averting his eyes as he answered,

“I only apologize that I did not teach him better. You know I've taught him that Crossing is forbidden,”

Donald rolled his eyes muttering,

"But you may want to hurry. He's already crossed a line that you would infuriate you.”

The mouse's eyes gleamed, a simmering malice hidden behind a false smile, Goofy also rumbled out in a dangerously low voice,

“What did he do?”

The duck produced a sheet of paper, setting it down and sliding it over,

“I snagged this off of his phone sir,”

The mouse scooped it up, reading the messenges,his hand slowly fisting crumpling the paper before he shoved it at Goofy,

“Get Iger now. Max is no longer welcome at our company. Stupid brat," he side eyed the dog toon," I told you and Marcy that you should have kept trying. There's always been something wrong about that boy, unfortunately,”

Goof looked disappointed at the paper, as Donald left the room to grab the human CEO, as Mickey growled,

“Disney must stay pure, Disney Toons with Disney toons. I don't care if your LGBTQ or not, it must be Disney though. I am happy for Donald and his family. He may have not chose Daisy but at least he chose Panchito and Jose who are Disney's, Max has stepped out of line.”

Goofy again nodded as Bob and Donald walked in,

“Donald says we have a Mainstay out of line?”

The father handed the human the paper as Mickey slid the photos across his desk, Iger sighing as he looked through it in annoyance, saying

“I'll get a hold of the Warner CEOs,”

Mickey only eyed him as the human left his office,

“I do believe, though, your son has a question for me, however. Maybe he will have good news,” he pressed a button as he lit another cigarette, putting it in his mouth as he pulled the folder towards himself. He stood up, going to a filing cabinet tucking it away. As Camilo walked in, he smiled,

“Ah Camilo my boy, please do tell me you bring this Mouse good news,”

The rooster hybrid bowed his head as the Mouse walked to his desk and sat down,

“Depending on how you react to my question. I knew I must ask your permission Tio Mickey,” he pulled out a box it was a beautiful blue velvet, Mickey eyed it”I would love to ask your Daughter for her hand sir,”

Donald swallowed, but a bright smile crossed the mouses face

“Of course I give my blessing Camilo! You are the jewel of my Princesses eye, thank you Donald for raising him properly. May I see the ring?”

Camilo nodded returning the smile and opened it,

“Only the best for Marian, a Fire Opal from a Mexican Mine surrounded by 2 5 carat blue diamonds,”

Mickey eyed it with a smile, oh it would do very nicely for his princess,

“Stunning, it must have cost you.”

“Money's nothing when it comes to your baby girl,”

Mickey grinned, tossing him a cigar,

“And that's why I welcome you to our Family, those were imported from Cuba.”

Donald's eyes reflected relief, that was practically a your my son now from the mouse, Camilo smoothly caught the cigar and tucked it into his coat pocket,

“May I request sir, I need the assistance of the Parks for the idea of the proposal.”

“Tell me son, what is your plan.”

Marian grinned as she waved to her adoring crowd as she slipped between them heading for the backstage area where Camilo met her, they shared a kiss joining hands as they headed for the break room,

“ are you doing okay sweetheart, is your leg bothering you?” He questioned seeing her limp a bit as they walked,

“Yeah, it's bugging me. But I'm not the only one that deals with it,” She answered as they entered she chose a seat against the back wall” especially our wonderful cast members,”They all gave her smiles which she returned,

The mouse reached down and popped off her leg carefully rolling off the liner and rubbing the stump, Camilo handing her a towel, reaching into her bag grabbing a salve she used and then the powder,

“So you ready for the kick off of the Holidays tonight?”

Marian had a smile and nodded,

“Absolutely! Are my coworkers also excited?”

They cheered. Some had smiles she knew were forced, but she really didn't care. They signed up for this job, and they could deal with it, she thought as she powdered her leg and put the liner on

“Let me my princess” Camilo purred as he guided the prosthetic back on and into place,

“Thank you my dear Prince,” She smiled as he stood up and stole a kiss from her,

“Of course, now back to your adoring crowd.”

Walter Mouse leaned over the control console,

“2,4,2” he said"Lights!”

The stage illuminated as his Dad walked on with Minnie beside with Marian and Eleanor following,

“ Donald and Daisy is go,”

The duo followed putting on smiles as they stood behind the Family

“Goofy,”

Then the dog toon appeared also with a bright smile as they did the choreography, his Parents meeting at the front Minnie holding up mistletoe and they shared a kiss to the cheers of the family's especially as his Dad played it up putting on a surprised expression. Now, for Marian and Camilo, as the two skipped up, he spun her before he got on one knee, producing the box

The cheering escalated, as she turned and gasped hands flying to her mouth,

Mike and Cameras , Marian, Camilo

He called, the speakers picking up,

“Our Princess of Wonder Marian Mouse, will you do me the honor of being my fairytale, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Of course my Prince!” She cried out for everyone to hear,

The cheers were outlandish as he stood up and slid the ring onto her finger and they shared a kiss, Mickey could be spotted wrapping an arm around Donald, the pair held up their intertwined hands

Camera on hand then on them,

He watched the team do so before Marian and Camilo stepped back, Mickey stepped forwards

Camera on Boss, track track Mike now

“What a wonderful year at our parks! And now my baby girl is getting married, I've already seen Camilo as my son but now it's official he will be my Son in Law and I look forward to seeing the beautiful life they build!” He crowed

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A little Yax for those fans

Max froze as he felt arms grip him and he was practically drug to Mickey's office and tossed in,

“Maximilian,” the low voice greeted him,

“Oh joy, I was wondering how long it'd take your rats to find out,” he rumbled, dusting himself off glaring at his father in the corner. His father met the look in equal

“How dare you Maximilian” he finally snarled dangerously ”Crossbreeding with a Warner? Have I not taught you the Rules?”

Mickey merely held up a hand, instantly Goofy tucked himself back into his work,

“Sometimes kids disobey, but you know the consequences.” He pressed a button,”Bring them in,”

Max turned, he hoped Yakko understood if he disappeared it wasn't him. He prayed to Tex that he wouldn't meet the same fate as his mother by the Dip, but as 2 Human CEOs stepped in he realized as they said,

“ You say you have a Toon for sale.”

And saw the mouse motion towards him, sweetly saying,

“This one has started a family with one of yours a Yakko Warner, he said he'd prefer being a Warner then a Disney,”

What they were here for as the pair circled him, like vultures. Max side eyed them, as the more slender of the 2 purred

“Son of one of the Disney Mainstay, oh yes we will take this opportunity. We can throw you to your partner and his siblings, maybe you can help keep them under control.” before giving a feral grin that made Maxes fur bristle,

Goofy stood up, meeting his child's eyes,

“If I may speak sir” Mickey motioned that he could, as the other spoke clearly,

“You understand that he can't go under the Goof name, that's a trademark. You can keep Max but Goof that can no longer be your last name,”

He carefully stepped forwards with paperwork stamped with Denied over it, Maxes last name crossed out the humans shrugged,

“That's perfectly understandable, we will just have it be Warner. So he can blend in better,” They looked him up and down,”He better expect a redesign as well,”

“Oh he knows” Mickey said with that sickly smile as Goofy stood by his side,”Now if that's all,”

The pair nodded taking the offered packet and handing it to a guard who tucked it in a briefcase,

“Pleasure doing business,”

“And Max” Goofy tossed a key at him,”This is to the storage place, you know the one. Your stuffs there,”

He scoffed,

“The only good thing you've ever done. I will never be ashamed of loving who I do,” he flipped them off before walking out the humans scrambling to follow him,

As they got out of the building into the car parked out front one of the humans sighed and removed a mask revealing they weren't, the toon shook her hair carefully removing the eyes, blinking as she put the glasses back on,

“My name is Nora Rita, I work with Warner as the CEO of Animation, forgive us for that show,” She held a hand out stunning Max who looked around as the car drove off, ”No tricks, this is what we have to do when extracting Toons out of the Mouses Burrow,”

He finally accepted the handshake, as she looked to the other supposed human, a puff of smoke and the toon rabbit put his glasses on,

“I'm Rodney and yes I'm the Nesquik rabbit but I work for Warner on behalf of Bugs, my best friend. I work under Nora as Co-Ceo of Warner Animation. Bugs called me as soon as they contacted Nora,”

Maxes eyes widened, this was fully thought out and planned,

“As toons we can't show ourselves around him. We know he has power over us, we aren't stupid we know he keeps a barrel hidden,”

Max shrugged,

“But money talks, I honestly thought I was a goner like my mother,”

They looked sympathetic,

“Everyone knows that story. Nobody buys that it was an accident, but now you've completed her mission….you escaped,” Nora murmured as they pulled up to a familiar house,

Bugs and Daffy stood on the porch as Max and them stepped out, Yakko instantly running out of the house, checking him over with concern, he instantly responded

“I'm alright Yakko, I'm okay,”

“Thank Tex for that,” Yakko embraced him, Max bringing his arms around to hold him

“Let's go inside,” Bugs said smiling “Heya Rodney thanks for makin sure the kid was safe,”

Rodney side hugged him as they walked in

“Of course my brother! It's what us Warners do,”

Warner, that's what Max realized he was known as now as he sat in front of his new bosses now in the living room as Yakko cringed onto him, as he explained the inside secrets of Disney,

“He's a master Manipulator with a penchant for emotional abuse, he will never be caught doing anything illegal. And if he does” he tossed his old dismantled phone onto the table,”He's good at hiding the paw prints,”

Daffy whistled, as Bugs blanched

“Well kid we don't run things like that over here. Any reason you're going by Warner and not Goof?”

“They won't allow it”Nora sighed

Max pulled out the packet, stamped with denied on the front

“Crossing the tracks is the biggest no over there, so they even took the Goof last name in kicking me out,”

The duo stared,

“They found out about Yakko and thus here I am,"

#mickey mouse #minnie mouse #disney next gen #donald duck #goofy goof #chip n dale #chip and dale movie #drabbles #yax #yakko warner #bugs bunny #daffy duck #looney tunes #the animaniacs

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mouthpiece-simp · 2 years ago

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treekiller x reader please?? i love my man spruce so much…

Treekiller x Reader Headcanons

Feels nice to be "bark" writing headcanons and returning to my roots. Okay, I'll admit that was terrible and I should leaf the puns alone. I shouldn't be trying to branch out into comedy.

...I'd post more tree puns here, but I think I'm stumped.

🪵You? Liking Spruce? Your friends thought you were joking, but when you started blushing they realized... oh, you're not joking.

🪵So they decided to tell Spruce because they thought it was funny.

🪵He basically laughed at them and told them it was a good joke and that toons and Cogs will always hate each other.

🪵And then the next time he saw you and realized the way you were acting, he realized... oh, they weren't joking.

🪵He decided to heck with it! Why not give it a swing? Worst case scenario, he just has to chop you out of his life.

🪵So he asked you out, and you said yes... and that's how you started dating!

🪵Spruce isn't much for giving physical affection since it's just not really his love language, but he's absolutely not complaining if you give him a hug or even a kiss.

🪵His hugs are back breaking... you'll have to remind him not to snap you like a twig.

🪵He sometimes likes to pick you up and spin you around.

🪵But his main love languages are acts of service and gift giving, so he does that a lot.

🪵Need any work done? It's done. From repairing a broken sink to grabbing you some gags at the gag shop {he said he was curious about silliness to convince the clerk}, he can help you with just about anything.

🪵And the gifts he gives you? They're all home made... usually out of the trees he cut down that day. Or maybe he'll just cut down a few more perfect trees because you only deserve the finest quality gifts.

🪵You now have several chairs, some boxes, a new bedframe, a new wardrobe, a new desk, a bird feeder {??? do toons even use those???}, several tables... heck even a whole new porch! How many trees have died for your beautiful luxuries? Don't ask... and don't go looking around Acorn Acres.

🪵I hope you're not too keen on helping the environment because Spruce does not care AT ALL about it. He doesn't do stuff like littering just because it looks unprofessional, but he doesn't care about trying to use clean energy and other things like that. You will have a tough time convincing him to care.

🪵You are not getting the sawdust out of your house now, sorry. Spruce just has it all over him no matter how hard he tries to get it off before coming to see you. It will be all over your floor and your furniture, get into your blankets and clothes... Yeah, it's basically glitter except it doesn't sparkle.

🪵Spruce grinds his teeth at night {at least the log prevents him from grinding his teeth together?}, so don't be surprised if he doesn't feel like talking for a few minutes after he wakes up. Ice packs, kisses, and cuddles are very much appreciated while he's still in a lot of pain.

🪵Speaking of being in pain, if he ever finds out that you went sad he'll do his best to find out who did it and put them on the chopping block. If they happen to be a Bossbot, they're almost guaranteed cut out of the picture because of his close friendship with Chip.

🪵To relieve stress, Spruce cuts down trees. If you see him cutting down more trees than usual or when he's not on the clock, you should probably ask him if he's okay.

🪵He likes to randomly shower you with tons of compliments just to make you get embarrassed. It's kinda his way of flirting.

🪵He's got a loud, hearty laughter. You can't help but giggle with him every time you hear it because it's contagious. He uses that to his advantage as his way of giving you a toon-up.

🪵Toons and Cogs alike will always wonder how Spruce of all Cogs ended up dating a toon. Expect both of you to be constantly asked how it works, how it happened, ETC.

🪵You'll hear tree and axe puns on the daily.

🪵Spruce is definitely an honest guy who works hard and is kinda misunderstood by a lot of people, but you get to see the real him.

#corporate clash #toontown cogs #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #x reader #treekiller #spruce campbell #treekiller x reader #spruce campbell x reader

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drummergirl231-2 · 4 years ago

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How much of Disney Afternoon have you seen and thoughts on the shows from that era you saw?

Ahhh I think the best way to handle this ask is in list form!

I’ll use the list of shows off Wikipedia to make sure I don’t miss any.

I was born in 1992 so most of my memories of Disney Afternoon shows are actually of watching reruns of them all day long with my big brother at my grandma’s old house during summers in the mid-late ‘90s.

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

I mean, obviously I started watching that in diapers. We actually had a couple episodes on VHS that I watched at home a lot, and I got to see the rest of the show at grandma’s (we usually just had basic cable at home).

Adventures of the Gummi Bears

Weirdly, we didn’t watch it. I wonder if my mom didn’t let us because of the magic? Like I get some parents not letting their kids watch stuff with magic, but I don’t get how weirdly selective most of them are about it. Most parents who ban certain shows or movies because of magic will still let their kids watch other things with magic. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DuckTales (1987)

My school’s daycare had some episodes on VHS (including “Duck to the Future” ...*shudders*) and I think they had the movie, too. I also remember renting the movie from Blockbuster and watching it perched on the end of my mom’s bed. DuckTales usually wasn’t on during the day during summers though, from what I remember... if we ever saw it at Grandma’s house, it was if we were spending the night there. It’d come on in the evenings.

Chip ‘n’ Dale Rescue Rangers

OKAY THIS SHOW WAS NUMBER ONE I ADORED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. It had my first OTP, I made my first OCs for it... I’m pretty sure this show is what made me like... a fandom kinda fan. I re-watched the whole series again when I was 15, but it’s been a while. My favorite episode when I was little was “Out to Launch.”

TaleSpin

I watched it sometimes. It’d be the show that was on when my mom would drop us off at Grandma’s at 7:30 am. Not sure why I never got super into it. Maybe I was just anticipating the shows I liked more that would come on later in the morning? Or I was confused how Baloo from The Jungle Book could be a pilot with clothes. Those kinds of things confuse kids, ya know?

Darkwing Duck

This was my second fave as a kid, and one of the ones I re-watched when I was 15. It started to mean a whole lot more to me then, since I was learning to come to terms with not growing up with a dad in the house, and seeing Drake with Gosalyn simultaneously made me grieve over that and find comfort knowing as a Christian God is my adoptive Father. <3

What’s that? You wanna see a Drake and Gosalyn AMV that’s absolutely flawless and will make you cry? Well look no further. Here’s a link to “Darkwing Duck & Gosalyn- You are Loved (Don’t Give Up)” by Villaness.

Goof Troop

This is another one I didn’t watch all the time. But I would sometimes. Didn’t love it, didn’t hate it.

Bonkers

This one was probably my third favorite. I loved Fall Apart. Just thinking about the show makes me crave mac ‘n’ cheese, since it usually came on at lunchtime and that’s all I ever wanted my grandma to make for me. XD Also Bonkers was mac ‘n’ cheese colors. Even his little police uniform was blue like the Kraft box. Good times.

Aladdin (the series)

Yup, I watched it. Wasn’t my fave, but wasn’t boring.

Quack Pack

Shoot, I kinda wanna tie this with Bonkers as my third favorite from when I was a kid. I loved Quack Pack. I thought it was cool seeing HDL as teenagers. I liked Louie the best. Weirdly though when I try to re-watch it... I dunno, I get bored really fast. So I haven’t watched it all the way through again. Half the time I imagine Daisy saying something though I still hear it in my head with Kath Soucie’s voice instead of Tress MacNielle’s because of Quack Pack. XD

Mighty Ducks

Didn’t watch it... not really a sports fan.

The Lion King’s Timon and Pumbaa

I liked this one a lot. Usually episodes of this on VHS would be my go-to at Blockbuster, and I’d watch it at Grandma’s, too.

Gargoyles

I don’t think I was allowed to watch it. I wasn’t really interested in it, anyway.

101 Dalmatians (the series)

Given the movie was one of my favorite movies as a kid, of course I liked the series based off it. Sometimes the theme song STILL gets stuck in my head, even though I can’t really remember all the lyrics.

Doug

I actually got to watch this throughout the year, since it’d also air on ABC on Saturday mornings (with Recess and such). But Doug was in junior high and I couldn’t totally relate to him yet, so I preferred Recess.

Hercules (the series)

We weren’t allowed to see the movie so we just assumed we couldn’t watch the show, either.

Some other shows I’d watch on the Disney Channel or Toon Disney were Madeline, The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog, The Little Mermaid (series), and Jungle Cubs.

Hey, was anyone else watching the Jungle Cubs episode “The Coming of the Wolves,” in Summer 2000 when Toon Disney just suddenly vanished from channel 52 (I think we had Charter cable)? Like, Cartoon Network on channel 51 still worked, 53 (whatever it was) worked, but 52 just became black and white static for no reason. Sad day. I liked Toon Disney better than the Disney Channel.

A few years later when my brother and I were old enough to stay home alone (and Grandma moved 2.5 hours away, besides), mom would get good cable for us during summer and I found Toon Disney on channel like... 304? But by then my favorite shows weren’t even airing anymore. :/

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unmaskedagain · 5 years ago

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His Name was...

Okay, I got a ask a about a minuete ago from someone who wanted to know what else do i write. I love writing. I’ve been writing since I was twelve. Because of this ask, I decided to post my most recent short story. I haven’t really edited it yet. Its very short. This will be the first piece of originally I post on here

Her name was Princess Sparkle Ranger Moon. Only I get to call her Princess Sparkle though. She loved glitter, and cheese pizza, and ice cream, and she liked pink, and yellow, but not icky red, but her favorite color was blue. She colors all her drawings in blue, even the ones on the wall. She had a magic wand, and was superhero queen of the world.

We met just after she turned three, and instantly came the best, best friends ever. We went everywhere together; to the movies, to the park, outer space. We even get to be mermaids whenever we want. She tells me everything, and I tell her everything. It’s the best.

“Happy Birthday to you,” The small crowd sang around the little curly haired girl with a crown on her head and the biggest smile on her face. “Make a wish, princess.”

She’s turned four today. And she saved me a spot right next to her. She wouldn’t even let anyone sit there. I was her best friend, and she swore she couldn’t turn four without me. We were gonna be best friends forever.

Princess Sparkle turned six today. She has lots of new friends because she’s a big girl now, and is in the first grade. We play together at recess. The other kids call her ‘Rina. But not me. She’s still Princess Sparkle to me. Princess Sparkle likes unicorn stickers now, and chocolate chips cookies. Her favorite color is still blue though. She called dibs. Because blue is the prettiest color in the world. My eyes are blue, and she says that’s why she likes me the best.

The birthday party was really fun. I played with a lot of the other kids. One of them, Lena, even brought a friend like me; her name was Daisy. And Princess Sparkle told them I’m her best friend forever and ever. She let me help her blow out her birthday candles too.

I liked Daisy. We played together when the other kids were busy playing pretend. Daisy said Lena was her fourth kid. She said she’d have another soon. Lena was growing up, and that she didn’t need Daisy that much anymore. Daisy said it happened with every kid, and even that Princess Sparkle would grow up too.

She turned seven today, and had the best party ever. There were games and superheroes. And Princess Sparkle was Supergirl. Because Supergirl gets to dress in blue and blue was the best color ever. I got to be her sidekick. There was a piñata that looked like a bat. We didn’t play together a lot though. It was fine though. Princess Sparkle was having so much fun. And we planned a deep sea diving trip soon. Princess Sparkle said she was going to invite her new friend Melony. I can’t wait. And then after that, she promised we’d go dancing on Jupiter.

We’re going to have the best time ever. No matter what Daisy said. Princess Sparkle wouldn’t just stop being my friend. Or stop playing with me. Princess Sparkle was my best friend forever.

It was her eighth birthday, and everyone called her Sabrina now. She wore glasses, and didn’t always like them. But they were blue, and she liked blue. We haven’t talked in a while. Princess Sparkle was always really busy these days. She was in girl scouts, and in ballet. She was always dancing. She loved dancing. It was why the party was a Dance Party. All her friends were there. But none of them said hi to me. It made me feel bad. I didn’t mind too much because Princess Sparkle was really happy all day. I was in the back but I got to see her blow out her candles. Melony sat next to her. She’s Princess Sparkle’s other best friend. I like to think I’m still her best, best friend though. She still smiled at me sometimes when she’s alone in her room. She draws pictures of me and her going on adventures. She likes to draw now, not just color.

I hope we play together again soon. I miss her. I miss Daisy too. We don’t see each other that often anymore. She has a new kid. He just turned five. He was really nice.

Her tenth birthday was a blast. It was a pool party. And everyone came. Even kids I never met before. Princess Sparkle was a really good swimmer. Everyone said so. Especially after she showed how brave she was and jumped off the highest board. I knew she was brave though. We used to fight pirates and evil space mummies. One time, we even dove into a volcano to rescue a giant diamond.

We don’t play together anymore though. She hadn’t even said hi in forever. It was like she couldn’t even see me. Daisy said something like this would happen. But I didn’t want to believe it. Princess Sparkle and me were the best, best friends, forever and ever. Even if we don’t play anymore. Or go on adventures. Even if she never said hi to me again. She was my best friend. Though I’m not her’s anymore. Melony and Sam was her best friends. They did everything together. They had the most fun ever. They even wore matching swim suit.

Princess Sparkle wore a blue one because blue is still the best color ever. I’m happy she still liked blue.

She was eleven now. She didn’t want a little kid party, she said. She wanted to go play mini golf with her friends. Maybe laser tag. Or go to the movies. I think it was because Melony moved a little while go. Princess Sparkle cried a lot. I heard her telling Melony on the phone that she didn’t want to have a party without her best friend.

I told her that she had lots of friends still. They all really liked her. Princess Sparkle could still have a party. She should still have a party. But she couldn’t hear me. She hasn’t been able to hear me for a long time. It was fine though. Her mom told her the same thing. Melony told her the same thing. She didn’t listen to them either. She just cried harder when she had to get off the phone

I wish I could comfort her like I used to, like whenever she fell down or got an owie. I’d cry with her and hug her and then she’d feel better. I can’t hug her anymore though. I hadn’t been able to for a long time. She hadn’t been able to see me for a long time. I still cross her mind a lot whenever she looks at her old drawings. It’s why I’m still here. Daisy said I should’ve faded and moved on a long time ago. But I don’t want to.

Princess Sparkle decided to go play Laser tag after all. She was on the blue team. The blue still made her smile.

I hadn’t seen Princess Sparkle smile so big since the time we rescued Peter Pan from zombie Captain Hook, and he declared her leader of the Lost Boys. But I guess turning thirteen was a pretty big deal too. She did a slumber party for her birthday and all the cool girls got invited. Most of them were cheerleaders like her. Or on the dance team like her. Or on the swim team like her. Or were from the art club because they liked to draw and paint like her. She was still really busy. So busy she only thought of me once every now and then. And the time between the two was very long.

So long that sometimes, I don’t even see myself when she does. It was like I was there but not really. Was this fading? Or maybe fading was when one second I was there and then I’m gone, and when I come back months had gone by.

I’ll have to ask Daisy, she has a new kid. Princess Sparkle’s little neighbor Callie. Callie was really nice and loved to play.

Princess Sparkle wore red pajamas. I wonder why she didn’t wear her blue ones. She still liked blue, right? She had dips.

She thought about me today. I can’t believe it. She thought about me today. Her mom had brought me up, I guess, which made Princess Sparkle laugh.

She was wearing a red dress, and was saying something about junior prom. I wonder what day it is. Princess Sparkle looked a lot older. Taller. Her hair was longer. Did I miss her birthday? I hope I didn’t.

Princess Sparkle laugh again, “God, I can’t believe I used to tell everyone I was best friends with a dragon.”

Why not? Why couldn’t she believe it? I was right here. If she just tried, she could see me. She could see me and we’d be best friends again. We’d go on adventures. I’d take her back to mermaid land. All the mermaids miss her. They ask about her a lot.

“A dragon with blue eyes,” Her mom corrected, “And who was never, ever bigger than you. Oh god, what was its name?” Her mom told Captain Sparkles to pose so she could take pictures. “You were a kid. Little kids do that.”

They took more pictures. And I wished more than anything for her just to look at me. But I can already feel myself going again.

“You look amazing, sweetie.”

Princess Sparkled squealed, “I know! When I saw this dress, I knew I had to have it. The cut is amazing. Plus I love red. It’s my favorite.”

Red? What about blue? When did her favorite color become red? I still remember when it was blue.

She was leaving today. She had packed up her boxes in the car and was going to away to school. It was a good school, but it was far away, which was why she had to leave. Princess Sparkle wanted to fix people’s hearts. I think she’ll be really good at it. She could always make anyone feel better. Princess Sparkle would be the greatest doctor ever. Though, I think she only wanted to be to a Doctor because then she could become really good at fixing kid’s owies. So they would never be sad like she was when she learned her ankle didn’t heal as well as it should. She’d never be a professional dancer.

I’m happy she decided that being a doctor is good toon. Even if she has to pack up all her things and probably leave forever. But at least I got to see her one last time. She came across an old drawing of a polka dotted dragon with blue and eyes, and tried to remember why she drew. Or when she drew it. It was the first drawing she ever did of me. She had been excited about her new crayons. I told her it was the best picture ever.

She didn’t remember. She threw away the picture.

It was fine. She hadn’t been able to see me for a very long, long time. Or talk to me. Or hear me. And now she couldn’t remember me. She only knew the stories her parents told her about when she was small and had a pretend friend. Princess Sparkle was too old. Her hair was short and straight and a bright purple. Her favorite color was purple now.

I think this is it. I think this is the last time. When she thought of me now, I didn’t come back like I used to. I was more like a ghost from the scary stories Princess Sparkle used to hear whenever her Girl Scout troop went camping.

I’m less than a ghost though. I’m less than a memory. And if she’s not here, there was no longer a reason for me to stay, to hang around her room on the edges where her childhood was still visible to see.

I know I can’t go with her. I’ve known that for a while. I think I’m going to move on too. Find a new… friend.

Still, she would always be Princess Sparkles to me. Princess Sparkles who liked glitter, and ice cream, and blue. She really liked blue.

“What in the world,” Sabrina uttered as came across yet another of crazy, rainbow mess, of a drawing. It was clearly a dragon, she realized. With gold horns and the bluest, blue eyes she could ever imagine. There was a scribbled name next to it, and she could just barely make out what it read. “Sir… Bonkers?”

I smiled, bright and big, and puffed my chest out. “Princess Sparkle Ranger Moon.” I saluted her like I did whenever she was about to lead us on another adventure. Only this time, we would be going on two separate ones. It was be fun. We’d both have the best time ever.

“We never did go dancing on Jupiter,” I thought as I faded away for what I knew would be the last time. “I hope you gets there one day.” She would, I knew.

Princess Sparkles could do anything.

I knew that because she was my best friend. Even if I was just her imaginary one.

I hoped she’d be happy. I hoped she lived happily ever after. I hope she always remembered that she was brave and liked to dance and color. I hoped she’d remember her favorite color used to be blue…

…His name was Eric, and he turned four a few days ago. He was the greatest ever, like of all time.

#short story #imaginary friend #Sad Fic

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duallygirl178 · 4 years ago

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Dearest O'Malley Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Robin, Gonzo and I were trying to think of some challenges to do for a summer fun project. Gonzo thought and suggested; “why don’t we do an Elvis prance or Elvis parade to show off our best impression.” Robin hummed to himself, thought, and said; “nah, “ I had an idea to start so I said; “I know, we’ll have some sort of pickle challenge, but can’t copy the other kinds of challenges that involve pickles. We need something new. Like a pickle bath and flour challenge.” Robin thought hard about it and asked ; “what would we do with the flour part?” that was a good question to think about. I thought a minute and said; “cover ourselves with it to look like ghosts to chase people around.” Robin imagined what fun that would be like. He laughed and said; “good idea, man. I know a brand of flour we could use.” that same day, the three of us; Nathan, Natalie and I went shopping at a big supermarket. I already told Natalie what I needed which was Pillsbury flour. So about 15 minutes later, they came out with groceries, loaded them into the trunk, and we headed home. Gonzo was there, providing the kiddie pool we were going to dunk ourselves in and told me that Robin went to go get pickles from Sam’s club; a big grocery store that was behind WALMART in town. It was already sunset and he still hadn’t returned. Gonzo had to go home but he said he and Robin will do it tomorrow since we didn’t get to do it today. Then they’d start the pickle challenge. I told Gonzo; “that would be a good idea since we aren’t really prepared and set up.” Then Gonzo agreed and headed home.

That night, I watched some TV with Nathan and Natalie. I thought about other challenges that Robin Gonzo and I could do. Something different that others could do. I began to think about it but couldn’t think of anything else to try. The pickle bath and flour challenge was the only one I had in mind. I could have suggested a “Mountain Dew” and corn chips challenge but wasn’t sure if Gonzo and Robin liked Mountain Dew” soda pop. I’ve never seen any of them drink it before. I thought of doing a 24 hour challenge to stay awake but that would be hard and a few people were able to do it. Ironically, I wondered what people would do if I pranked Ol’ Reliable by involving firecrackers. Maybe folks would think I was a bully by picking on little cars. I knew I didn’t want to make all the Chevy cars have a bad reputation. I later on thought I’d better ask Gonzo and Robin if they had any ideas for a few other challenges that people could do to spread all over the world. The next day after the barbeque, Robin, Gonzo came over and the three o us thought up a challenge to do because Robin had a video camera and an account with YOUTUBE. He wanted to post it to see if anyone would participate after we did the pickle bath and flour challenge. So Robin asks Ol’ Reliable to be the cameraman for the day. Ol Reliable cooperated as Robin was directing Ol’ Reliable how to use his camera, Gonzo and I poured about 28 gallon jars of pickles we bought from Sam’s Club into the kiddie pool that Gonzo brought over. The smell was revolting! But at least there was 3 bags of flour setting out and ready on the porch. When Ol’ Reliable got the camera recording, Robin faced the camera and said; “hello fellow YOUTUBERS. Today’s challenge is the pickle bath and flour challenge and what we’re doing is getting 3 people; meaning O’Malley, Gonzo, and me to roll in a kiddie pool of pickles and pickle juice and then covering ourselves with Pillsbury flour after we’re nice and covered with pickle brine. Next, we’re going to the park to chase people around for fun. And you too can try this too, just make sure you’re careful. So I challenge you to try this.” Ol’ Reliable chuckled and said; “This should be fun.” Robin went in first. It was a quick roll and dunk for him, because Robin couldn’t bare the smell of pickles. He got out fast and gasped like a fish out of water. I laughed, teased Robin and said; “We should call you ’Pickle Fins’ because you got pickle brine all over you. I mean what are you? A sissy?” Gonzo bursted out laughing and said; “HA! Pickle fins.” Robin frowned ever so fake-like, splashed himself with flour and said; “Oh yeah, O’Malley. Let’s see how you like this.” Robin picked me up happily, and tossed me into the pool. Juice got all over me. Ol” Reliable, Gonzo, and Robin laughed belly down. It might have been funny to them, but I had a better idea. I took a huge sip of pickle brine , swallowed it down, and as they made sick faces, I said; “Hey Robin, come here. I want to tell you something.” Robin came close and he said; “Yeah?” then, I let out a huge deep belch and blew it in his face. Robin’s face turned green with nausea as he made a sick noise. I laughed and said; “Ah…hallelujah that was swinging.” Gonzo laughed and pointed at Robin as he looked like he was going to faint. I rolled in the juice and covered my whole body with juice. Next I got out and covered myself with one of the bags of flour and said; “Okay Gonzo, you’re turn.” Gonzo right away jumped in and spent an uncomfortable retched 10 minutes in pickle juice. Then he got out and said; “Dappa papa mow, how do you like me now?” as we laughed as Gonzo dumped another bag of flour on himself.

The next thing we had to do was drive in town, Ol’ Reliable followed and captured everyone’s reaction on camera. There were people holding their noses and some were fanning the air. Then Robin started chasing people and dogs as we came to the Brookside park. Gonzo followed after Robin and was making noise that all dogs hated to hear. I watched for a few minutes as Ol’ Reliable filmed. I thought the whole point of having a pickle bath and flour challenge was to roll in juice and get fluffed out by dumping flour all over the challenge taker’s body, but chasing people and animals in the park was stupid. Then Gonzo screamed out “Pickle ghosts!” while Robin did his perfect Taz manian devil Looney toon character noise to whoever they were chasing after. I couldn’t bare waiting. Ol’ Reliable kept filming and said; “Well, go on Grandpa. Join them. I know you want to.” I watched Robin and Gonzo laugh and boy, did it look fun. So I jumped in the chase and joined the two candy-prats in their game. Folks in the park ran and ran. One of them fell to the ground and was crawling to get out of the way. Another wet his good pair of pants and darted towards an SUV our chase lasted up to an hour and when a sheriff arrived, we were done and already gone. Ol’ Reliable stopped filming by the time we got to my house. We got cleaned up as we were laughing from all the fun we enjoyed. Robin bathed first while Gonzo and I waited our turn. We thought of other challenges to do that would be safe. Earlier today, Gonzo suggested we would try the Elvis challenge and I thought that would be a good idea to try. Gonzo put it as the “Elvis prance” which would be a popular thing to do since so many people loved Elvis Presley. When Robin came out, Gonzo had a turn to clean off. Robin posted the video of the pickle bath using Nathan’s laptop for YOUTUBE.com. I talked to him about Gonzo’s idea. Robin thought about it and said; “I think we should try Gonzo’s idea. You only live once to make your print on the world.” the question was, who had an Elvis costume, wig, sunglasses and clothes? When Gonzo came out, Robin asks him; “You you have any Elvis costumes around your house? I’ve decided to do the Elvis challenge.” Gonzo looked at Robin, smiled almost too embarrassed and said; “Yes. I have three costumes stored in a room. Their in a tote box. Impa, O’Malley and I used to dress up as Elvis Presley mobiles for Halloween in the seventies . Why?” Robin shrugged and said; “Next challenge is for all the Elvis enthusiasts.” all those memories with Impa had me remembering of Halloween in the’70s when Gonzo, Impa and I would dress up like Elvis-mobiles and we’d always do the impressions to people walking by. We would go up to people’s doors and do Elvis dance poses and impressions in different positions and make them laugh until the wet themselves. What a bunch of magical Halloween pleasure to be doing that every Halloween year! But enough memories. I was the last one to wash off the pickle brine.

When I got all washed up and cleaned, Robin told me what he and Gonzo were talking about. Robin looked stoked about it and said; “I was discussing with Gonzo about doing the Elvis challenge. I came to a conclusion that we should try it and I think it’s fair that you and Gonzo put on the costumes, do impressions and dance in town since Elvis did wear a lot of white. You know, around the plaza. Gonzo has the costumes.” I wasn’t sure if I liked the sound of that idea. Gonzo went home to get the Elvis costumes about 30 minutes later. When he came back, he had two Elvis costumes and he said; “Okay, O’Malley man. Get changed.” embarrassed, my face blushed. I had given up playing dress up years ago. Robin unplugged his fully charged video camera from the USB port and started recording while I was dressing up. The outfit was a bit tight since I last wore it. Robin turned on the video camera and pointed it towards him. He smiled and said; “today’s challenge is for all lf you Elvis Presley lovers, so, O’Malley and Gonzo are going to do impressions in town for people.” then, the camera turned to me. I had my “Elvis” on. When Gonzo was fixing the wig, I said; “I knew I didn’t like the sound of this idea. Robin, this is unacceptable.” Gonzo sprayed some hairspray on the wig and was fiddling with it trying to get to fit right on me. I cleaned off the sunglass lenses while Robin was holding the camera. He giggled and said; “Come on man, do it for all those Elvis Presley fans out there.” I knew I didn’t want to because I was done with playing dress up, but I had no choice. I had to…for all the Elvis fans. For the king of rock and roll and to make Gonzo and Robin to stop begging. I started to feel self-conscious and when I was about to say something, Gonzo cut me off and said; “Don’t worry, I’ll dress up too so you don’t feel self-conscious.” Robin laughed as he pointed the camera in on me for my facial expression while Gonzo was finishing up putting the wig on me. Then he pointed it at Gonzo. He was getting on the wig himself. The wigs were large and were meant for people who were dressing their cars up for show. I shook my hood in disappointment and humiliated and said; “You better be happy that I agreed to this and that I love you two kooks.” Gonzo laughed and said; “Now we go town .”So, out the door we went with the Elvis hip swinging maneuver . Gonzo and I put on our large sunglasses while Robin met us in the yard and watched us come out. I swear to graham crackers, we looked like the Blues Brothers! It was terrible. Robin laughed with joy and said; “Hey, it’s the Elvis crew, Yo! You two look great” I didn’t know about Gonzo, but I was humiliated to daylights in this costume. We drove to down town and even did Elvis Presley imitations on the side of the road, while Robin kept filming. People honked, stopped to take pictures of us and filmed us doing seven Elvis moves and quotes. Robin got all the footage on camera and when we went further in town, people gave us money for no apparent reason. Maybe they were Elvis fans or enjoyed watching us make fools out of ourselves. They were sticking twenty dollar bills in our windshields and doors, as we were doing different poses that Elvis did much more earlier in his years. An hour later, we swung by Dairy Queen, got some lunch of burgers and fries with Blizzard ice cream treats. People commented us and took pictures of us. I was starting to have fun today. I usually don’t get attention much from people in car shows, but I get eyes gazing at me when I’m not in a car show. After lunch, we headed to my house while Robin uploaded his video on YOUTUBE.com. Gonzo and I had a beer while Robin’s video got a ton of likes, reviews, and good comments. He suddenly gasped and said; “No way!! Four hundred smacker-roos! We’re practically famous!!” I almost spewed out my beer and said; “Say what? C’mon now!” Gonzo and I looked at the video. Unexpectedly, there were over four hundred dollars donated, before you could say ‘hallelujah, Saint Jordan’. We discovered they all came from the Elvis

lovers of America. Robin had added several Elvis songs in the video including; King of the whole wide world, Blue Suede Shoes and Don’t be cruel. On a comment below the video, it read out; “Thank goodness for Elvis Presley.” there was also a link to the website belonging to the enthusiasts of Elvis Presley. Then on another page, there was a paragraph about the really real Elvis. Authorities found a body identifying a man that was the actual Elvis Presley in California. We were shocked because all those years of Elvis facts, we didn’t expect to see this. We had been celebrating early of Elvis’ birthday which was until August 9th. National Elvis day was celebrated in August 9 through the 17th in Memphis. But this was summer and altogether we said; “Oh crud” like professional duets. We saw another link at the end of the Elvis website that linked us to some more videos of Elvis impressionists that we checked out. There were many videos of people dressing up like Elvis and doing what Elvis did best.

So there we had it. National Elvis day was a party in Memphis, Tennessee . He really was an inspiration for the world.

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bendywackyadventures · 4 years ago

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BATIM SOL AU- School Daze Chap. 7

Hey everyone! Here is a brand new chapter I have for you all.

Just a slight warning this does featuring bullying at the end. Nothing too major don’t worry!

So just a quick thing I wanted to post this chapter in June because it was Pride Month and wanted to bring up the toons sexual identities (which will be revealed at the end of the chapter). However, I was so focused on A Hat in Time stories I had to hold this chapter off till I finished a few of those stories before finishing this one!

But here it is! The next chapter of SOL AU!

Enjoy!!

The bell rang for lunch and the upstairs classes left their rooms to grab their lunches from their lockers or racing to the cafeteria to get in line and grab their lunches. Alice grabbed her lunch from her locket and just as she was ready to head to the cafeteria, she stopped to see Lauren pulling out her lunch box and a notebook. Once she closed her locker she turned to see Alice right in front of her.

“Uh hi.” Alice nervously said giving a small wave. Lauren didn’t respond back and just stepped back and walked away from the angel. “W-wait!” Alice called out. The angel sighed seeing she failed again for interacting with Lauren.

Alice slowly made her way to the cafeteria and slammed her head down at the table. Danni, who was eating a tuna sandwich looked at her angelic friend. “Guess talking to Lauren didn’t go as planed?” She asked.

“No.” Alice sighed. “Wait how did you know?” She asked. Alice didn’t tell her or any of her friends about trying to talk to Lauren.

Danni chuckled. “You’ve been in school for four days now, and during those four days you’ve been trying to talk to Lauren.” Danni explained. “I’ve seen how you look at her.��

Alice smiled giving a light blush. She then decided to eat some lunch to take her mind off it. Alice smiled seeing Linda and Henry gave her a roast beef sandwich, a bag of chips, an apple, two cookies, and a juice box.

As Alice was setting up her lunch she glanced at Bryan who was reading a book as he was eating his sandwich. Danni gave her friend a slight kick in the shins. “Ow!” Bryan hissed. “What was that for?” He asked. Danni glared and pointed at Lauren and Alice. Bryan understood what Danni was trying to tell him, and nodded that he will help with whatever plan she had.

While Alice was enjoying her lunch, she was surprised that Bryan was pushing her chair towards Lauren’s table. Alice was freaking out that she was being headed, or forced towards the girl she desperately tried to talk to. Danni held on to Alice’s lunch and placed it on the table surprising Lauren.

Lauren’s eyes widen as she saw Bryan bringing Alice over to her. Bryan smiled at his angelic friend before heading back to the table with Danni. Alice glared at her friends, who waved to her with a smile. “Now we watch and wait.” Danni snickered.

Alice sighed and faced Lauren. The two girls were quiet with one another, especially Alice who didn’t know what to say just sat their nervously thinking of what to say. “Huh hi.” Alice nervously said as it was the only thing coming to mind.

Lauren didn’t reply and just went back to doodling in her notebook. Alice frowned and just continued eating her lunch. Danni and Bryan sighed in frustration seeing it will take till the end of lunch to make these girls talk.

It didn’t take too long though. As Alice ate she was thinking of what to talk about with Lauren, and got an idea seeing Lauren’s drawings. “So you like drawing?” Alice asked. Lauren looked up and nodded, before drawing. Alice smiled seeing they were getting somewhere. “My dad, Henry used to be an animator.” She replied.

“Really?” Lauren asked. Alice blinked hearing Lauren’s soft spoken voice. The young girl covered her mouth and went back to drawing. “S-sorry I’m told I sound q-qu-quiet and can’t speak any l-louder.” She stuttered. “S-so I b-barely talk.”

Alice sighed looking down feeling bad for the girl. “Well I don’t think your quiet.” She said. Lauren looked up. “You sound clear as day.”

Lauren gave a small smile. “T-thanks.” She replied. Lauren started to feel comfortable around the angel and held her hand out. “I’m Lauren.”

Alice smiled and held her hand out. “Alice!” She replied beaming.

Danni and Bryan fist bumped each other seeing the two girls starting to make some friendship progress together. However, there was one group of friends who didn’t seem happy that the new girl was being friends with the former loner; The Lockets.

“There is no way I’m letting loner art girl be friends with new girl!” The leader of the Locket’s glared.

Kelly, who was drinking replied. “Well I think its sweet, Clara.” She replied.

The leader of the Lockets, Clara glared at her dimwitted friend. “Oh shut it Kelly, who’s side are you on, anyways?” She snapped.

Kelly whimpered and sighed. “Y-yours.”

Clara nodded. “That’s what I thought.” She said before pulling away from her friend. Kelly gave a small glare towards her leader before finishing her drink. Clara then turned to face the other blonde haired girl who was taking notes on the entire thing. “Karen do you have any notes about the new girl?”

Karen looked up from her notes, and adjusted her glasses. “Well sadly I couldn’t get into her files, as thanks to what you did last year I’m not allowed.” She reminded her leader. “Good news I was able to follow up with what Kelly spotted and all we know she has a cat for a brother.”

Clara turned to Kelly, who didn’t give eye contact towards her dimwitted friend and glared at her. “That’s it? No one would believe us if we admitted that to the entire school! The entire student body will think were CRAZY and send us to the nut house!” She shouted.

“Hey its not my fault I got caught!” Kelly snapped back. “I told you I should of used your car to stalk them!”

“Hey!” Clara snapped back. “No one is allowed to drive my car! You can ride, but no drive!” The girls started to biker ignoring their plan at stake as the student body watched the cat squabble going on. This argument gave Danni a laugh as she ate her chips and drank her can of lemonade.

“Now this is a dinner theater.” Danni commented.

As the Locket squabble was going Lauren was showing Alice her drawings. Her notebook was scattered with cute drawings of animals and a page at what appeared to be a cartoon style similar to what the Bendy cartoons looked like.

“Wow! I love your cartoon drawings!” Alice beamed. “Its almost like what my dad used to draw for this studio.”

Lauren giggled. “My dream is to be an animator and work at a studio myself too.” She replied.

Alice smiled. “That is amazing!” She cheered, her halo blinking like a light when she said that. Lauren smiled seeing how the angel enjoyed her drawing and her dreams. “I wish you luck on your dreams! Just keep on dreaming and you’ll get there!” Alice covered her mouth and looked down. Now she was starting to sound like Joey,

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Lauren asked.

“S-sorry just what I said.” Alice apologized. “A...friend.” She lied. “A friend I knew who betrayed me said that to me.”

Lauren frowned and got up from her seat and put an arm around Alice. “Sorry about that.”

Alice gave a small smile, but a small blush appeared on her face. “Its not your fault.” She replied. “Its mine.” Alice thought. Lauren wanted to ask why was it her fault for this friend to betray her, but as she glanced at the bickering mean girls ahead she stayed quiet and hugged her new friend.

“I know its hard to feel betrayed, but sometimes you have to move on from it. It hurts, a lot because you put their trust in them and your scared of loosing that trust once again.” Lauren explained.

Alice nodded. “I lost a lot of trust back at my old home.” She mumbled.

“Yikes.” Lauren hissed feeling that sting too. “I’m really sorry that this happened to you. Is that why you transferred here?” She asked.

“For the most part yeah. I’d rather not explain.” Alice replied.

Lauren smiled. “Whatever makes you comfortable Alice.” Lauren let go of the hug and sat back down eating her lunch. Alice smiled feeling better from Lauren’s comfort, and continued to eat her lunch as well. As the angel ate she felt her heart beating for some reason. Was it because of Lauren? Or was it because someone understood her pain?

Even after lunch, these feelings haven’t gone away for the little angel sent from above.

As Alice was walking to class she started to feel her heart beating faster. Not beating fast after running, but more of a fast heartbeat like...she was falling in love. That’s what Allison told her when she would talk about her relationship with Gent worker, Thomas Conner. Alice started to realize that she may have a loving feeling towards Lauren.

“Alice are you okay?” Alice soon snapped out of it when she saw it was Danni speaking to her. Alice turned to Danni and saw she looked nervous towards her best friend.

“Oh y-yeah I’m fine.” Alice lied. “Just relieved you know.”

Danni sighed. “Look sorry for pushing you into talking to Lauren, but you two needed to introduce one another, and Bryan and I had to make a move.” She explained.

“Danni, its fine. That push was all I needed.” Alice reassured her friend.

“It is?”

Alice nodded. “We just had a great conversation, and I’m just relieved everything I wanted to tell her came out, and I didn’t scare her!” She explained. This was the truth!

Danni sighed in relief. “Thank goodness.” Alice smiled as she and her friend walked to class, and enjoyed the rest of the day. Though as Alice paid attention in class she couldn’t shake the feeling of Lauren off her head. Alice sighed and she would talk about this with Henry or Linda after school.

After school, Alice said goodbye to Danni and Bryan as she was on her way to pick up Bendy and his friends from school, that was about to end in about half an hour. As Alice was on her way to the elementary school she spotted Danni ready to walk home herself. Alice smiled and decided to invite Danni to join her in her walk to pick up Bendy.

“Hey angel.” A voice said. Alice sighed and turned to see it was the Locket’s leader Clara speaking to her. Taking a deep breath she went over to the other girl.

“Yeah that’s me?” Alice questioned wondering why these girls want to talk to her. “What do you girls want?”

Clara and her friends looked at each other before laughing. Alice was confused and nervously laughed herself wondering what was so funny. “Oh were just...interested in you.” Clara answered.

Alice was confused and yet impressed. “You are?” She asked. Clara nodded. Alice wasn’t sure to believe what the mean girl was telling her. After what Danni told her about these girls and Linda warning about bullies she didn’t want to bring her hopes up that these girls were going to be anything but nice to her.

“Were interested in how monochrome you look.” Clara commented giving a giggle. Alice gulped feeling an insulted at that.

Alice took a deep a breath not trying let those words get to her. “Well thanks...I guess?” Alice questioned. Clara and her friends just kept on laughing. Alice gulped wondering how long she could keep her cool before breaking down.

“That wasn’t a complement.” Karen replied. “You just don’t look human.” She pointed out. Alice’s eyes widen as the girls laughed at her again. Alice frowned, but wasn’t going to cry. She was going to hold it in, not let these girls get to her. She was a brave angel! She was a strong angel! She was...a week angel.

“So where did you come from?” Kelly asked. Alice tried to answer, but Kelly covered her mouth. “No don’t tell me! You came from some wacky wonderland!” She laughed. Clara and Karen didn’t think it was all that funny, but Kelly was in the right place.

Clara shoved Kelly aside and glared at the angel. “Listen here angel. I don’t know who you are, or where you came from! Just letting you know I’m in charge of the school! You may be making friends left and right, but once I find more about you. You’ll be squished like a bug!” Clara threatened.

Alice gulped, now she was truly scared now. This wasn’t like Joey threats, this was more of Susie threats. The angel remembered how the sweet, kind voice actress became as mean as Clara towards Allison, and no matter what the angel did nothing could of changed Susie’s behavior. Alice nodded not responding to the bullies.

“Oh by the way, you aren’t the prettiest girl around here.” Clara insulted. She chuckled and gave the angel a shove making her fall to the ground. “See ya looser!” Clara yelled. The girls laughed as they walked off insulting the angel behind her back. Alice got up and brushed herself as she watched her tormentors walk away.

Once they were gone, Alice felt tears coming out of her eyes and quickly wiped them away. She wasn’t going to cry, not right now. She then took a deep breath and made her way towards Bendy’s elementary school.

Bendy and his friends were still waiting in front of the school and were worried that Alice forgot and that they would need to call Henry or Linda to pick them up. “Where is Alice?” Bendy complained.

As his friends waited, Marie spotted a familiar angel walking towards them. “There she is!” Marie shouted. Bendy and his friends smiled and looked to see Alice walking towards them. However, Bendy saw something was wrong with the angel. She looked sad.

“I wonder what’s wrong with Alice?” Cody asked his twin sister. Connie shrugged not sure either.

Alice was taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not cry in front of Bendy and his friends. “Just don’t tell them Alice. Just don’t tell them.” Alice said to herself. With that she wiped the rest of the tears from her face and put on a fake smile. “Hey guys sorry I was late!”

“That’s alright Alice. We didn’t wait too long.” Connie replied. Alice sighed and decided now was time to head off to take the kids home and head home herself.

As the group walked home, Bendy felt something was wrong with Alice. Even if Alice or Boris looked okay on the outside, Bendy could feel how their truly feeling. Bendy knew Alice wasn’t herself and was keeping something sad and serious.

Even after dropping off the kids at their respective homes, even when doing homework, and even during dinner. What Bendy sensed was an angel holding in her emotions, trying to keep it in as long as she can. It wasn’t just Bendy who noticed something wrong was the angel, Henry and Linda also saw something was up with Alice.

“Everything okay Alice?” Henry asked.

Alice looked up and swallowed her food. “Y-yeah! Just a long day of school!” Alice lied continuing to eat. Henry and Linda looked at each other and knew there was something wrong with Alice.

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So here are the toons identities:

Bendy-Pansexual

Alice- Bisexual

Boris- Aroace

#Sol au #slice of life au #Alice Angel #Lauren #Danni #Bryan #bendy the dancing demon #boris the wolf #Henry Stein #Linda Stein

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harvest-honeymoon · 6 years ago

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Raining Pitchforks

So,,, this is that Court Verse intro I talked about in the twitter poll I linked earlier. This is a long fuckin’ boy but I had a lot of fun writing it, since I really enjoy these characters.

Just as a note, this fic contains swearing, mentions of the Devil and urban legends, and 2 instances of misgendering, as Orianna/Pirouletta is a transwoman still coming to terms with her identity and hasn’t disclosed it to Sixer/King Dice. I know that subject matter can be triggering for some folks, so I’m putting a warning and ‘#misgendering tw’ for blacklisting purposes.

“Son of a bitch, whose idea was this?”

The question posed was rhetorical and often reiterated. It made Irving smile faintly and shake his head, even as he felt rainwater patter against the inside. Thunder rolled in the background, making his cup-headed brother Rudyard flinch.

Although the two toons lingered under an outcropping of trees, the torrent the sky bore seemed unyielding. The branches that loomed above them did little to shield them from the weather, let alone the handmade box of moonshine that sat at their feet. The rocky outcroppings behind them were slick from the rain. Even the mountains seemed soaked.

“You were th’ one who wanted out th’ house,” Irving replied.

“Well, yeah,” Rudy answered. “I was goin’ stir crazy! I can’t jus’ sit an’ sleep all day.”

The red toon wrung out his shirt, frowning. The bent, striped straw in his head swooped along his rim as he looked down at himself.

Although Irving didn’t pace about or bubble over, he too frowned, brow furrowed. He leaned against the damp trunk of a tree, arms folded over his chest. One hand’s set of fingers drummed on his upper arm.

“Y’think we rushed him?” Irving asked. “Made him nervous?”

“There’s nervous, then there’s leavin’ us an’ our hooch in th’ pourin’ fuckin’ rain,” Rudy said.

“I doubt he was gonna buy any of Ma’s stuff, Irv, even with th’ discount.”

Irving sighed quietly, bowing his head. Rudy picked up the box.

“C’mon, let’s go. We’ll catch our death out here.”

“We’re still fifteen bucks short.”

Rudy had started to take a step out from under the canopy, only to pause. Irv didn’t move a muscle.

“Irv, things’re tough all over,” Rudyard replied after a moment.

“It won’t be th’ end of th’ world if we tell ‘em we need a couple days. Even then, we’ve lived without electricity b’fore.”

The cup toon took the step he’d been planning, then another, starting to walk away.

“We can make candles like we used t’ when we were sippy cups. Bathe in th’ river.”

Rudy flicked his straw, so it sat comfortably at the back of his head.

“Who needs gas power anyway?”

Thunder roared just above them, causing Rudy to jump again and stop in his tracks. Unmoving, Irving glanced to the box Rudy held, his eyes lingering on its smudging XXX label.

“We promised Ma.”

Rudy swallowed, then returned to the tree. The brothers turned to look out over a field of grass beside them, each in thought.

With the heavy clouds that clung to the sky, the night was darker than most. The distant lights of Nib City hardly penetrated the gloom, only catching a set of defunct railroad tracks cutting through the prairie grass. Urban legend told of a ghostly train that had taken residence in place of the old engine, after the railway company dissolved under mysterious circumstances decades back. Nights like this guaranteed its arrival and departure for the unlucky found alone and destitute, or so folks said.

While no train occupied this space, the mere idea made Irving apprehensive. The mug-headed toon pulled out a cracked pocket watch and wiped at the glass face, to give himself something else to look at. The time read 11:59 PM, then 12 AM only a few seconds later.

At the stroke of midnight, the field was bathed in a soft, orange glow. Rudy stared, then nudged Irv to get his attention. Both pairs of eyes followed the light, which seemed to dance across the grass and shadows, to its origin, a cave in the mountainside.

This cave had its own fair share of stories, around Inkwell Isle. Some had claimed it was a bottomless pit, from which none who fell could ever escape. Some had said it was some primordial womb, where all had been born and were to die, should they try to reenter the sacred space. The most commonly held belief, however, was that the cave housed unfettered evi, so vile and conniving, the locals had blocked the entrance with stones for generations. The Devil himself was said to dwell within the cave, and should he find some hapless soul within his domain, they were most certainly damned.

Due to these superstitions and its peculiar resemblance to a yawning mouth, the cave had been dubbed The Devil’s Maw. As times changed, beliefs shifted, and explorers ventured into its depths, the aforementioned stones were removed from its entrance, but hushed whispers still spoke ill of the place and the youth were discouraged from entering its bounds.

By day, it appeared a sleepy chasm, untouched by color or sunlight… But now, it spoke with a tongue of molten silver to the young men, beckoning them inwards.

“...you’re seein’ that, right?” Irving asked.

“Sure am,” Rudy replied, awed.

“...last one there’s chipped porcelain!”

The cup toon took off like a shot across the field. Irving stalled a moment then pursued, shouting his way.

“Rudyard, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“What’s it look like?” Rudy called back. “I’m goin’ lookin’!”

“Like hell you are!”

Clutching the moonshine to his chest, Rudy’s head sloshed liquid onto his shoulders and the ground behind him, but that didn’t stop either of them any.

“We need to sell that booze!” Irving spat.

“We’ve got 4 hours at most before the best bars in Nib close!”

“I know!”

“So why are you runnin’ the complete opposite direction, jackass?!”

Rudy grinned, looking to his brother.

“First off, my head’s gonna roll off my shoulders, with all this rain in it! I need it out, an’ I bet you do too! Second off, I figure if there’s light, there’s somebody livin’ here! If there’s somebody livin’ here, then there’s somebody who can buy our shit!”

Lightning struck just behind the two brothers, causing them both to yelp in surprise. Rudy let out an adrenaline-fueled laugh.

“You can’t tell me you wanna walk home while it’s rainin’ pitchforks out here!”

With these words, the brothers entered the cave and slowed to a halt to clean themselves up.

“I don’t, y’got me there,” Irv admitted. “But I doubt there’s anyone worthwhile here. The only folks you’ll find is at best, squatters, or at worst, a cult.”

“Since when do squatters put up neon signs? ‘R cults, fer that matter?”

Irving stopped and stared, following Rudy’s hand as he pointed. A large grouping of stalactites ahead and above them was emblazoned with a quartet of neon playing cards, each with a unique suit.

“...can’t say for certain,” Irv replied, unperturbed. “But I wouldn’t discount the latter.”

Rudy’s expression flattened, his hands busy straightening his head. He then picked up his box and started walking into the depths of the cave, with Irving in tow. The air had a strong sweet-sour smell to it, but it didn’t take long for them to get used to it.

“Y’were supposed t’ let me be right about people livin’ here,” Rudy snarked.

“Y’know, fer more than half a second.”

“That was a lucky guess,” Irving observed dryly.

“A lucky guess that’ll keep us from, I dunno, gettin’ pneumonia.”

“We probably have double pneumonia already at this rate.”

Despite his annoyance, Rudy chuckled as they walked along. Double pneumonia was another staple of banter between them.

“Triple fuckin’ pneumonia with a side ‘f exposure. It was like Noah’s Ark out there.”

The brothers continued into the cave, looking about as more signs of civilization came their way. Neon arrows pointing deeper into the Maw decorated the walls, as did moving signs depicting showgirls, drinks, chess pieces, dice, and more card suits. 2 more signs reading ‘WELCOME’ and ‘CASINO ENTRANCE’ were embedded into the hanging rock of the ceiling, with a 12 ft gap between each. The air around them warmed, the further they went into the cave.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Irv deadpanned.

“No way,” Rudy beamed. “Noooo fuckin’ way--”

“Who on Earth builds a casino in a cave?”

“Someone who’s real hep an’ happenin’ I bet,” Rudy said excitedly.

“They must have some real big operation, t’ have t’ hide it in here.”

“All the more reason to head back out,” Irving snarked, eyeing the advertising.

The brothers then happened upon a series of tall, rounded steps, carpeted with lush, red cotton and accented with gold trim. Two rows of white topped stanchions marked a path with velvet rope. At their feet read the words ‘TRY★YOUR★LUCK’. Beyond these steps laid a ritzy casino built on the edge of a cliff, unlike anything either of them had ever seen. Volcanoes erupted below and beyond their line of sight, painting the domed walls and ceiling of the cavern with the orange light they’d seen outside.

Dancing on the edge of theme park and luxury hotel, buildings in the shape of archaic chess pieces surrounded the back end of the establishment, giving the resort an imposing silhouette against the newly understood berth of the cave. The main building itself was tall and sleek in design, as it was cream in color with plum windows all down its front. Topped with a reddish dome roof, past a fountain of lava circled by prancing demon statues, and betwixt a pair of oversized game dice, the hotel lacked lighted signage, save for some neon pink cursive above its red front doors.

“The Devil’s Casino?” Irving mumbled to himself. “That’s awful kitschy,”

Irving stood, contemplating the architecture, while Rudy mounted the stairs, smiling wide.

“I was right! I was right, there’s people here, they’ve got money, I was right--”

In that moment, Rudy reached the top of the stairwell, only to bump into someone who towered over him. The cup toon took a step back and shook his head, only to realize what had just happened. The stranger seemed to have come out of nowhere.

“Aw hell, sorry about that! Didn’t see you there.”

“Y’needn’t worry, my good man.”

The toon Rudyard had bumped into had a game die for a head, a pencil-thin mustache, and a winning smile. Dressed to the nines in a cream zoot suit, shined and spatted shoes, and a pink bow tie, the stranger readjusted his suit jacket after the brush-by, but did so without making a fuss. His voice was sure to smooth over any remaining matters, as it was slick and low, but friendly.

“I was hopin’ I’d bump into you two. I heard y’halfway down th’ cavern.”

“Our apologies, sir,” Irving said, stepping forward. “The echo in here carried further than we thought.”

Rudy rolled his eyes and folded his arms. The die toon let out a short laugh.

“I didn’t say you were causin’ a racket,” the stranger replied. “There’s no need to apologize.”

“Are you here t’ play, gentlemen?”

“Yeah,” Rudy replied with confidence. “We’re here t’ pl--”

Irving put a hand over his brother’s mouth, causing Rudy to grit his teeth against his hand.

“Actually, we’re here on business.”

“That a fact now? Well, I s’ppose I should introduce myself then,” the suited toon replied.

He put forward a gloved hand for Irving to shake.

“Name’s Heath Cesarano. My friends call me Sixer, an’ I own Th’ Devil’s Casino.”

“Irving Biccheiri,” the blue toon introduced himself. “This is my brother, Rudyard. We run a bootlegging business out in the Scapes.”

Irving and Heath shook hands, freeing Rudy in the process. Although he seemed miffed by his brother’s invasion of personal space, the red toon shook Sixer’s hand as well, when it was offered to him. On mention of bootlegging, the die toon’s eyebrow quirked in interest.

“Is that what you’ve got in your hands there?” Heath asked, gesturing to the box in Rudy’s arms.

“Finest stuff on the east end of the Isle,” Rudy boasted.

“We’re looking to sell it,” Irving explained.

“I see,” Heath said, rubbing his chin in thought. “Do y’mind if I sample your wares?”

“Be our guest,” Rudy replied. Irving swallowed beside him.

On choosing a bottle, Sixer uncorked it and took a sip, hen pulled it away from his mouth. He smacked his lips as he tasted the spirits, then smiled at the young men.

“Say, that’s not half bad,” he remarked. “You boys’ve got somethin’ in the making, definitely.”

“In the making?” Irving asked. “Or worth selling?”

“Hah, you’ve keen ears,” Heath observed. His tone shifted as he spoke, sounding authoritative.

“I’m afraid that while I like what you’ve got, I can’t sell it at my establishment, nor can I let you sell it too close by. Th’ folks in there are lookin’ for high-quality hooch from names they know an’ can trust.”

Irving’s expression saddened with these words. Rudy took note and moved in front of Irving, looking Heath dead in the eye.

“No offense, Mr. Cesarano,” Rudy said. “But we’ve been selling our stuff all up an’ down th’ Isle.”

“We’re in some of th’ bars you’ll find in Nib City, an’ real popular in th’ Scapes.”

“That might be so,” Sixer replied. “But I only just met you boys t’night.”

“I’ve got a certain standard to meet at th’ behest of my landlord. It’s nothin’ personal.”

Rudy looked ready to argue but held off. Irving didn’t speak further, though it was clear he was trying to put on a brave face.

“We appreciate yer business, regardless,” Rudy told their new acquaintance. “That’ll be $3.”

Sixer pulled out four dollar bills and handed them to Irving. Irving paused, looking over the money in his hands, then looked to Sixer questioningly. Sixer winked, then spoke up again.

“If it ain’t too much t’ ask… Why are you boys lookin’ to sell, anyhow?”

Irving’s hands curled, as he folded his arms over his chest again.

“Simple,” Rudy answered, mirroring his brother’s gesture.

“We got bills t’ pay an’ mouths t’ feed, same as anybody. Rent’s comin’ up t’morrow an’ we’re eleven bucks short.”

“Ah,” Sixer replied. “My apologies for proddin’.”

“It is what it is. No need to be sorry.”

“I’m guessin’ you can’t sell much back in th’ Scapes, then?” Sixer prodded. “With yer presence?”

“Well, not right now, yeah,” Rudy agreed.

“We were s’pposed t’ meet somebody from Nib City for a deal,” Irving added. “But he didn’t show.”

“The storm caught up with us not long after.”

Sixer’s expression softened a little as the boys explained their situation. After a moment of thought, this softness faded away, instead replaced with a wily glint to the older toon’s eye.

“That’s a real shame that fella skipped out on ya, but I don’t think you’re out of luck for th’ night.”

Rudy looked on with interest. He had a feeling he knew where Heath was going.

“You could always take a shot at the games here,” Sixer continued. “If nothin’ else, you could dry off an’ get somethin’ to tide yourselves over.”

“I hear that storm ain’t s’pposed to let up until noon t’morrow. You won’t wanna be crossin’ those tracks out front if you can help it.”

Rudy considered the die-head’s words. Irving exhaled breath through his nose.

“You boys ever gambled b’fore?”

“I might be half yer size but I ain't-a kid,” Rudy scoffed. “Course I have.”

“Rudy, we should get going,” Irving muttered. “We couldn’t make a sale an’ we’re dry enough.”

“We couldn’t make a sale, sure,” Rudy replied. “But I could make a wager.”

Irving glowered at the prospect. Rudy frowned in response.

“Irving, if I play here, I could win us the cash we need t’ pay off rent t’morrow! We don’t gotta trudge out there, we don’t gotta get stood up-- It’ll be a cinch!”

The mug-head still didn’t look convinced, so Rudy put both of his hands on his shoulders, turning him away from Sixer so their discussion could be more private.

“Irving… C’mon, Irv. You’ve been workin’ yerself to th’ bone all month.”

Irving’s gaze went half-lidded. In the firelight and neon, the bags under his eyes could easily be seen. All the while, Sixer watched the young men talk to each other, grinning to himself knowingly.

“Let me handle th’ moneymakin’, you take a load off, an’ we can wait this out t’gether. You don’t gotta lift a finger.”

After a moment of consideration, the blue toon sighed.

“...Alright. If you think you can.”

“I know I can,” Rudy beamed. “They don’t call me Big Red fer nothin’.”

Irving cringed, making Rudy snicker. Sixer took a step forward, smiling.

“With a nickname like that, I can’t help but ask; you a craps player, by chance?”

“S’my favorite way t’ gamble!” Rudy answered, slinging an arm over Irv’s shoulders. Irving’s eyes narrowed.

“In that case, you should head on in an’ take a left, then a right,” Sixer advised.

“You’ll find our craps tables real easy.”

Rudy clinked his head against his brother’s as a gesture of affection, then took off into the casino, still holding the box of moonshine. Irving chose not to match his pace this time, as fatigue was starting to weigh on him. Sixer noticed as he looked down at his other pint-sized patron.

“And you?” Sixer asked. “Any preference?”

“I’m a cards guy,” Irving admitted. “But I don’t gamble, let alone in a place plastered with devils.”

Sixer’s grin got tight around the edges as he moved to Irving’s side.

“Aw, wheat, you superstitious ‘r somethin’? Don’t get yer suspenders in a twist, it’s just a motif.”

As the two walked into the casino, the various eyes of the devils in the decorating watched Irving as he passed. Irving didn’t notice at that moment, though he did feel oddly watched.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Irving replied. “What with that train track comment.”

“Hah, I wouldn’t call myself superstitious,” Sixer started.

“More just… Aware. I’ve had my fair share of experiences that’ve made me privy to the goings on around these parts.”

“Uh huh,” Irving replied, a bit distracted.

It was hard to blame him, with the hullabaloo going on around them, but Sixer still had to resist the urge to give him a dirty look. A uniformed toon with a heart for a head moved up beside Sixer to whisper something to him, before departing from the conversation.

The die toon looked down at the mug toon again, giving him an apologetic smile.

“As much as I’d love to continue our talk, I’m afraid I’ve got business t’ attend to. You’ll find our bars well stocked and lounges abound. If y’need anything, keep your eyes out for folks dressed like her--”

The die-head gestured to the heart toon, as she weaved in and out of the crowd.

“Or come find me. Oh, an’ I want you to have this.”

Heath extended a business card between two fingers to Irving. The card was matte and emblazoned with a devil, a pair of purple pipped dice, and multiple red roses. It even had gold trim.

“Like I was sayin’ earlier, you boys’ve got good stuff. I might take you up on the offer we discussed, should you improve yer product.”

“Thank you, sir,” Irving replied without enthusiasm.

“Please, call me Sixer. And if we don’t meet again, Irving, I hope you have a good night.”

“Likewise.”

With that, Sixer blended into the crowd, leaving each cup brother to their own devices.

— — —

By the time Irving supposed he ought to find his brother, an hour had passed. How, he had little idea.

One moment, he was being served water by an orange cocktail toon in a blue dress; the next, swing music roared through the halls, signaling the start of some sort of nightly shindig. Checking his pocket watch, the blue toon got up with a start and nearly fell off his barstool, but managed to tip his bartender and head out of the lounge without further trouble.

The joint reeked of booze, cigar smoke, and metal, with a tinge of marijuana and sweat, no matter what room he walked through. Noise constantly rang in his ears, ranging from vapid conversations and bad pick up lines to the obnoxious rattling, slamming, and pinging of an arcade. Top it off with the crowds of people trying to shout over the noise, and subsequently, each other, and Irving swore his porcelain head was going to crack from the decibel count.

It didn’t help that the damned place was so dark. For whatever reason, the architect had opted for interiors that caught shadows like a hungry spider, coupled with luminaires akin to candlelight. This only made the sounds louder, the smells stronger, and Irving’s mood worsen.

The mug toon’s discontent was so clear, it made Rudy pause just before throwing down his dice in another round of craps.

“Where were you?” Irving demanded.

“Busy,” Rudy said as he rolled. “What’s it look like?”

The dice hit the wall of the table, revealing a 12. Rudy winced.

The dealer came over and took half a stack of chips, handing them over to a skeleton in a bow tie and a bowler hat. The patron leered at him, making Rudy grouse and pull what little stacks he had close to him.

“I hit a good streak while you were takin’ a break, so I’m ridin’ it.”

”How good?” Irving prodded

“Those chips are worth $1,” Rudy said, pointing to his hoard and across the table.

“Those’re worth $5, an’ these are worth $10. I even managed to squeeze a 25 out of an Aussie on th’ far end.”

Irving glanced up, seeing a skeletal, bipedal horse where Rudy gestured. The equine toon looked mean, even for a dead man.

“This is more than enough, then,” Irving figured, averting his eyes to Rudyard’s chips.

“It was,” Rudy said. “Until you threw me off.”

He shot his brother a glare, as the crowd cheered for another patron.

“Now I gotta win it back.”

“Do you still have what we made outside?” Irving pressed.

“‘Course I do! I ain’t as dumb as I look,” Rudy exclaimed.

“Then... What are you gamblin’ with?”

Rudy rolled the dice again, earning himself a $5 chip.

“My soul. I cashed it out for $75 in chips.”

Irving stared at his brother in disbelief.

“What?” Rudy asked. “I didn’t wanna spend th’ money you got.”

“Rudy, we’re in a casino named after the Devil.”

“Yeah? And?”

“What do you think the cashier meant when they said you could bet your soul?”

“Th’ cashier didn’t tell me nothin’. Some dominohead he was talkin’ to told me it’s a secret transaction unique to this joint. Th’ guy looked like a high roller, so I gave it a try. I didn’t have to hand any money over or anythin’.”

“They just… Gave you the chips?”

“No, I had to sign somethin’ beforehand,” Rudy shrugged. “But that was about it.”

“Did you even read it?”

“I skimmed it,” Rudy admitted. “It was just some casino contract. No big deal.”

Irving looked like he was going to ascend, the longer Rudy went on. Before Irving could chew his brother out, both toons felt powerful hands on their outermost shoulders.

“Hi-de-ho, gentlemen,” Sixer greeted them. “How goes your game?”

“Oh, I’m the only one playin’,” Rudy explained. “But it’s been goin’ alright.”

“I took up that soul deal ‘f yours for these chips. We’ll be eatin’ like kings t’night!”

“Did you now? An’ how’d you find out ‘bout it?”

The look in Heath’s eyes was too pleased for Irving’s liking. The die-head, as if reading his thoughts, moved his hands off them and stood beside Rudy, as the two talked.

“I was talkin’ to some domino guy in a boater hat, at th’ cashier’s booth. He’s the one who clued me in.”

“That’d be my buddy Pippin,” Sixer remarked warmly. “He helps me run th’ joint.”

“Does your ‘buddy’ happen to swoop in on every country boy who walks through your door?”

Sixer was about to say something, only to pause with Irving’s comment.

“Awful convenient he was there to give Rudy the news. Especially since you were the only person we told about our situation.”

The suited toon chuckled lightly. Irving could feel the air chill.

“Pippin doesn’t swoop, Irving. He loves people as much as anybody.”

Rudy, half listening to their conversation, rolled another turn and scored an 11. The table roared in approval, the dealer slipping him a couple stacks for winning the bet. Ironically, the dealer had a head of stacked chips himself, his face lined with horizontal stripes of orange, blue, and indigo.

Irving immediately set to work counting the chips. Sixer eyed him with a sharpening gaze.

“So with that ‘soul swap’ you did and our remaining debt, you’d need... 86 bucks to break even.”

“How much more do I need?” Rudy glanced his brother’s way, catching his worn expression.

“10 bucks.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Rudy swore. “This table’s been colder than a meat locker most of th’ night.”

“Why don’t we raise the stakes, then?”

Sixer said this while motioning to the dealer, shooting Rudy a playful smirk.

“Sharps, get me a stack of fives, wouldja? I’m bettin’ th’ pass line.”

Sharps did as he was told, passing Sixer 20 $5 chips in exchange for a crisp $100 bill. The rest of the table’s players backed away, including the horse toon. Despite the change in atmosphere, Rudy grinned right back, a fire in his eyes.

Irving folded his arms tightly as the two men started to compete, forcing himself to watch the table instead of risking catching Sixer’s eye. There was something about the die-head that bothered him more than most, but he couldn’t place why, and that fact put him on edge.

A litany of rounds passed, but Irving wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone all of what happened. Some rolls got yells in glee, others had people throwing their hats to the floor. Chips went all around the rim of the table every which way, at dizzying speed. People chattered ceaselessly. The room seemed filled with eyes, all boring down on him and his brother.

Eventually, Rudy called out through the clamor, hopping up on the edge of the craps table to stand above the crowd. He breathed hard, face aglow from the adrenaline of gambling.

“Alright, you lot! This’ll be my last play!!”

Irving started to sigh in relief, only for Sixer to speak up. The die toon’s tone dripped with confidence and charisma, as he loomed over the craps’ table.

“If that’s th’ case, then I wager my soul an’ Sharps’! Right here, right now!”

Sixer pushed forward his remaining chips, which totaled to $150. The crowd whooped and laughed, eating up Heath’s enthusiasm like it was an inside joke. Sharps smirked faintly, shaking his head.

“Come an’ get me, small fry!”

The cup toon’s eyes rolled in his porcelain head like slots, turning to a pair of dollar signs.

“You’re on, Cesarano!”

Irving held his breath and lifted his head from watching the table, only to stare at something beyond the mass of people around them.

Across the room, there stood a great tapestry of imps and hellish creatures, galavanting through what appeared to be a monochrome jungle. Stretching high above the heads of the patrons gathered around, Irving would’ve figured it some priceless artifact… If the eyes of its inhabitants didn’t roll as well and fix on him. A chill spread throughout the mug toon’s chest.

“Rudyard,” Irving tried to say. “Rudy, we shouldn’t be here--”

“Irv, step off, I’ve got this.”

“No, you don’t. We need to go, now.”

The people around Irving booed, causing a ripple throughout the rest of the crowd. Rudy grimaced and threw his fists to his sides, midway through blowing into his rolling hand for good luck. His eyes had returned to their normal pie cut irises.

“I mean it, Irv, I don’t need your shit right now,” Rudy said sharply. “Let me do my thing.”

“My shit?” Irving demanded. “My shit?!”

“I’ve been dealing with your shit ever since we got here, Rudyard, and I’ve had it! If I weren’t exhausted from doing all the damn work back home, I would’ve dragged you out of here by your handle!”

The mug toon took a step forward, getting up in his brother’s face and earning more protest from the crowd. Rudy’s expression got dark, the liquid in his head bubbling.

“Well, now whose fault is that?” Rudy seethed.

“You never let me do fuck anythin’! I’m trying to do you a goddamn favor, so if you could sit the hell back and pull yer straw out of yer ass, I’d appreciate it!”

“Gambling isn’t a favor!” Irving spat. “Gambling is you, slacking off, getting into trouble, giving Ma a fuckin’ heart attack--!”

“You leave her the fuck outta this—” Rudy threatened.

“Then fold the damn game!” Irving ordered.

The cup toon clenched his teeth and looked his brother square in the eye.

“Fuck. You.”

Rudy threw down the dice forcefully, making them bounce hard against the back wall. Irving grabbed his wrist hard enough to bruise, but the damage was already done.

Snake eyes.

The crowd let out a low moan of sympathy and dissipated behind them. Now Rudy felt the same cold as his brother, looking down at the craps table. Irving stared down as well, then threw the cup toon’s wrist away, storming through the crowd and towards a doorway leading out of the craps room.

The moment he got a foot through the door, the mug toon collided with something hard enough to make him stumble backward. Irving sat up to protest, only to stop. In the meanwhile, Sixer made his way over to Rudy, putting a hand on his shoulder again, but without the camaraderie of before.

“Well, ain’t that a shame?”

A black sigil blocked the doorway. Looking around the room, similar occult drawings blocked the other doors, effectively trapping them in the room. Irving’s head moved Sixer and Rudy’s direction, hearing the snap of Heath’s fingers. With this motion, the contract Rudy signed appeared in Heath’s hand, which he proceeded to unroll and read over.

“Mhhm. As I suspected. You, my friend, are in debt.”

“Y’don’t gotta rub it in,” Rudy said quietly.

“Oh, I ain’t rubbin’,” Heath hummed. “But I’m gonna need both of your souls, as per our agreement.”

“What?”

Irving got up and stumbled back their way. Rudy couldn’t look him in the eye.

“I said,” Heath repeated. “As per our agreement, I’m gonna need both of yer souls, since that’s what I won in our wager.”

“Our souls?” Rudy asked. “As in… Immortal souls?”

“Mhhm,” Heath agreed. The die toon seemed detached, as if he’d gone through this spiel before.

“Why do you need his?” Rudy asked, pointing to Irving. “I’m th’ only one who signed.”

Heath smiled and shook his head, offering the contract for Rudy to read and reciting the terms off his head for Irving.

“Paragraph four, section one, addendum one. ‘Should the client be unable to pay a debt or a wager, due to a lack of necessary, spiritual capital, souls within the client’s company including, but not limited to, friends, family, pets, et cetera, shall be collected as seen fit, in order to ensure a fair transaction between the associated parties.’”

Rudy’s shoulders sank. Irving stepped forward to stand next to Rudy, though he kept distance between them. He stared hard at Sixer, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“...so we’re damned, then,” the mug toon said eventually

“Essentially,” Sixer replied. “I wagered my soul an’ my dealer’s in th’ form of those chips. Ergo, two souls. Rudyard here only had th’ chips to cover one.”

“I didn’t think you could wager a soul,” Rudy said, with a little laugh.

“I-I thought it was a steal… I… I...”

“Aw, don’t beat yerself up, wheat,” Sixer said, waving his hand dismissively. “Hell ain’t so bad.”

“I visit from time t’ time. It’s a little on th’ warm side, as you could imagine, but it ain’t all fire an’ brimstone.”

“...may I see that?” Irving asked, gesturing to Heath’s hand.

“Sure thing, kid.”

Heath handed over the contract, which Irving proceeded to scour. Rudy looked to Sixer with wide, sad eyes, mouth faintly open as if he was trying to protest. Sixer averted his gaze from the cup toon, opting for Irving instead.

“Here.”

Irving pressed his finger next to another paragraph and turned the paper Sixer’s way, then back to himself, to read.

“...paragraph six, section six. ‘Should a client wish for the return of their immortal soul, they are allowed to perform a designated task for the interested party, according to said party’s jurisdiction. This can include the retrieval of items and other souls, the harm or killing of another person, with or without a body, assistance in correspondence between the party and others, et cetera. Should the task be agreed upon by both entities and completed by the client, the client’s soul, and any souls hitherto collected, shall be restored.’”

As Irving read, Heath’s eyebrows furrowed, then perked, as he thought on these words. He got a wicked smile, seeing Irving’s angle.

“So you wanna work for me to get ‘em back, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Irving said, with a stony tone. The word ‘sir’ dripped venom.

“Well then you boys are lucky,” Heath remarked. “Cuz you ain’t the only ones who got rent t’ pay.”

The pair of siblings stared, apprehensive.

“I need souls like yours t’ keep the lights on here. My landlord ain’t interested in, ah, standard currency. There’s been a trend ‘round these parts of people comin’ to my place, sellin’ their souls to get chips… Then duckin’ out, whether they win or lose.”

Heath’s expression darkened. As he was 6’6”, he towered over the brothers, who each were around 4’0”, making him appear quite imposing.

“Now boys,” Heath went on. “Think of me what y’will, but I ain't-a cruel man.”

“I have it that my contract necessitates collection, but not immediately so. I let folks say their goodbyes, I let ‘em tie up loose ends… Hell, sometimes I let folks keep their souls ‘til their natural end if it strikes my fancy. I also know these folks are strugglin’, same as you. Everyone’s tryin’ t’ get by, however they can.”

Sixer paced around the cup toons as he spoke, fixing the rose in his lapel. He reminded Rudy of a jaguar, and Irving a cobra.

“But,” Heath concluded. “I believe that when terms like this are broken, they require punishment.”

“These folks agreed, like you, to hand over their souls and they know it. The lot of ‘em raided my casino a month ago an’ made off with their contracts, no doubt to try an’ forge up new terms, conditions, ‘r signatures. Those puppies are enchanted, so they can’t be altered by anybody but me, but I still need the physical copy I signed with my clients. They grant me proof of ownership.”

“So you want us t’ be yer repo men,” Rudy clarified. “Is what yer sayin’?”

“When it comes down t’ brass tacks, yes,” Heath agreed. “But you won’t be killin’ nobody unless you have to.”

“Those contracts have an agreed death date, as does yours. When I cash in, the clients will die as agreed, an’ their souls will be collected.”

“How efficient,” Irving said sarcastically. “How long do we have?”

“I’m sure you can guess,” Sixer hummed.

Irving screwed up his face, then let out a low, pained breath.

“Six days, six hours, and six minutes.”

Sixer smirked in surprise.

“I was right about you,” he said. “You really got a good head on those shoulders.”

“Sixer, all and no disrespect at once,” Irving deadpanned. “But I don’t give a shit.”

“You really should,” Heath purred in amusement. “It can get you places.”

Sixer slipped his hand into his pocket, then extended it to Rudy. Enclosed in his grip was $11.

“Consider this a deposit.”

Rudy took the money reluctantly, looking at Sixer with daggers. Sixer only smiled, like a cat who’d swallowed a canary. Once the money was exchanged, the sigils in the doorways disappeared.

Irving took initiative and walked out of the casino with long, punchy strides. Rudy followed not long after, leaving Sixer alone in the room. Once he was sure the brothers had gone, he called out to the rest of his patrons.

“Y’all can come out now, they’ve up and left!”

Like magic, the room was filled with people again, all getting up to raucous gambling and other forms of sinning. Sixer left the room with an accomplished laugh, dusting his gloved hands off each other. A moment later, he was seized by his bow tie and dragged down to someone else’s eye level.

“Where the hell have you been?!”

His captor was none other than his underboss Orianna ‘The Wheel’ Romano, a golden, geometric automaton in a dealer’s suit. Her nasally New Yorker accent bore into Sixer’s ears, but he didn’t mind at that moment.

“Giraudo, pal, you’re just the man I wanted to see!”

Sixer beamed on seeing her, but Orianna didn’t return the gesture. The name he called her made her uncomfortable, and while normally she could stomach its use, their current situation cut into her patience. She chose to press onwards in conversation and let go of him though, as she knew he meant no harm by it.

“You say dat every time I come sniffin’ you out, boss,” she huffed. “Now answer da question. I’ve been two steppin’ through dis helter skelter all night lookin’ for youse.”

“Sorry about that,” Sixer apologized. “I was outside earlier doin’ some carnival barkin’.”

“Carnival barkin’?” Orianna scoffed with a grin. “What year is it, 1925? Don’t we have people fer dat?”

“Sure, but I’m a professional.,” Sixer said with a sly wink. “Went t’ trade school and everything. I can’t let that degree get rusty.”

Orianna rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling a little.

“Don’t suppose ya roped in somethin’ to fix us bein’ 19 souls short?”

“Actually,” Heath replied, smug. “The funniest thing jus’ happened.”

Orianna looked his way, tilting her tapered head like some great bird.

“I bagged two souls jus’ now. Pair of cup headed folks from th’ Scapes. One of ‘em signed a contract but got in two souls deep.”

“Oh, y’pulled the old ‘one two’ on ‘em?” the robot prodded, interested.

“Yeah,” Heath agreed. “The one who didn’t sign was onto me, but the other guy? Pff, it was like takin’ candy from a baby. No impulse control t’ speak of.”

“Gee, don’t dat sound like somebody I know,” Orianna snarked knowingly.

Now it was Heath’s turn to roll his eyes, but his smirk didn’t die away. He was used to this line of talk between them.

“So we’re only down 17 now?” Orianna clarified. “Dat’s good, but I don’t get how dat’s a rip-snorter.”

“A what now?” Heath asked with a little laugh.

“A rip-snorter,” she reiterated. “Y’know, somethin’ real good an’ goin’ our way?”

“You sure Kahl didn’t fit ya with a faulty lexicon there, Romano?” Heath prodded playfully.

“It’s a real fuckin’ word, y’goon,” she insisted, gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder. “Ask around town.”

“Alright, fine, later,” Heath conceded. “Still, though, that one who didn’t sign asked t’ see the contract.”

“No shit. An’ den what?”

“He volunteered the two of em t’ get back our receipts,” Heath explained. “Under paragraph 6.”

A beat passed. Orianna’s eyebrows rose and settled, intrigued.

“An’... How old are dese guys ‘xactly?” she asked.

“21 ‘r so,” Heath said.

“Twenty one—“ Orianna rested her forehead in her hand.

“Please tell me dey got magic.”

“...I… Didn’t see,” Heath admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“...we’re outsourcin’ collect fer our boondogglin’ t’ a couple twenty somethin’s,” Orianna summarized flatly. “An’ you didn’t even check if dey got magic?”

“It’s not every day y’get free labor,” Sixer tried to reason with a shy shrug.

Orianna closed her eyes tightly.

“...Heath,” she said. “Why da hell didja agree t’ dat?”

Heath started to speak, only for his underboss to interrupt him.

“We got people fer dat, y’know. Lotsa people, actually, who’d be willin’ to chase down dose contracts for ya at da drop of a hat. Why on Earth didja cut a deal like dat wid a couple a bumpkins too far from home?”

“I know we got people,” Heath said. “But those folks who ran off with our shit don’t fuck around. I don’t want t’ lose anybody unnecessarily.”

“Unneces— Caesar, dis ain’t da minor leagues any more!” Orianna barked.

She grabbed his bow tie again, so that they wouldn’t be so easily heard. Her voice was a sharp whisper.

“Who gives a shit if a coupla card heads die chasin’ down Cagney Carnation or whoever da fuck? We got people all over da place who’d kill t’ be runnin’ wid us!”

“I got that,” Cesarano growled. “But we gotta play this smart, Gira. That last raid got our boys Chimes an’ Pocus killed, on top of a stack of card heads. We don’t know if those debtors are tag teamin’ still or flyin’ solo.”

“Don’t talk t’ me about playin’ shit smart,” Orianna seethed. “It’s my job t’ play shit smart. Or didja forget that while you were tryin’ to be 25 all over again?”

Heath pulled himself from Orianna’s grip, baring his teeth. Orianna gave him a hard stare.

“You watch your tongue,” Heath warned.

“An’ you keep dat bleedin’ heart ‘f yers on a damn leash,” Orianna said frankly.

“Just what the hell is that supposed t’ mean?”

“It means yer not thinkin’ straight.”

Orianna rested her arms on her hips, gesticulating in fluid, mechanical motions.

“It’s a shame we lost Chimes an’ Pocus but dat’s how it is sometimes, Heath. You of all people should know. An’ cuttin’ a deal wit’ dose kids? Dey’re adults, even if dey’re dumber dan a sack a bricks. Dey came here of deir own free will, an’ dey lost da draw. Why negotiate?”

Heath’s expression dipped, as Orianna continued.

“You dink dey can do all dat in six days? Or did one of ‘em give you puppy eyes ‘til ya bent fer ‘em?”

“I think they can,” Heath replied sharply.

“On what merit?”

“...they just…” Heath started. “I felt it, in ‘em. They had strong spirits, I guess. Reminded me of myself, back in those days.”

“If some scrappy kid from th’ Bleed could rise up, why couldn’t they?”

“Cuz—“ Orianna started, but caught herself. She hated being the bad cop in these kind of situations, so she exhaled some steam from her back vents, mirroring a sigh.

“...you really dink these kids got dis in da bag?” Orianna tried again.

“They might need a little help,” Heath admitted. “But I have… 80% confidence they got this.”

Orianna raised an eyebrow. Heath faltered.

“...ok, make that more of a 65%.”

“Dat’s what I figured,” the automaton remarked dryly.

“How do you think we should do this, then?” he asked.

“If I were you,” she said. “I would’ve sent a buncha card guys out dree weeks ago an’ kept ‘em pumpin’ ‘til we got dose contracts. If we needed reinforcements, I’d send dat lughead Iggy, August, ‘r Sharps out t’ finish da job. If we didn’t get any dice by dat point, den I woulda sent da kids as da clean up crew.”

Heath winced. Orianna noticed.

“Ah, sorry, analytic brain got goin’ dere,” she said with a modest expression.

“It’s alright,” Sixer said. “What should we do now?”

“If I were you, Mr. Sentimental,” she restarted. “Den I’d keep an eye on dose kids, either drough other people or checkin’ on deir progress myself, cuz I just can’t stand sittin’ behind a desk all day, drownin’ in paperwoik, an’ hearin’ my underboss tear me a new asshole wid ‘er brass teeth.

Heath let out a laugh, making Orianna smile.

“I’d use dose dorky die houses I got back in 1919 as a temporary base ‘f operations,” Orianna continued, still digging into her boss. “I’d hire somebody t’ trail those cup toons, an’ I’d default control of da casino to Pip.”

“To Pip?” Heath said between snickers.

“Yeah, cuz I’m comin’ with you, jackass!” Orianna said, earning another laugh from him. “Dis is a batshit crazy scheme you’ve cooked up an’ it’s my job t’ see it drough!”

“Alright, alright,” Heath giggled. “If that’s th’ case, you tell Pip he’s head honcho, I’ll handle the dick.”

“‘Course you will,” Orianna muttered playfully.

“What was that?”

“What? I can’t hear you over da sound of all these assholes partyin’! I’ll catch ya later, boss!”

Both of them laughed as they parted ways, with Orianna heading back the way she came and Heath to his office.

Once inside and away from the bustle of the game rooms, Heath sank into a purple leather chair and pulled out an address book. He thumbed through a couple pages, then let out an ‘ah-hah’ when he found the name he was looking for.

He picked up a white rotary phone and dialed the number under the name, the fingers of one hand tangling in the cord connecting the receiver and base. The dial up tone ceased after a couple moments.

“Hello hello! This is Alice, your operator. How may I help you?”

“Alice, doll, it’s great t’ hear from ya,” Sixer said warmly. “I hope you lot are enjoyin’ yer new gear down at th’ station.”

“We’ve never had smoother calls, sir,” Alice cooed. “Thank you. Is there something I could help you with?”

“Yeah, could you be a dear an’ get me Mike Phone?” he requested. “He runs that detective agency by th’ Bleed?”

“Of course, sir. Have a good night.”

“Likewise, sweetheart,” Heath purred. “Don’t stay up too late now.”

The call then transferred over a couple moments later. A masculine voice with a built in crackle spoke up.

“You’ve reached Transducer Detective Agency, Michael R. Phone speaking.”

“Hi-de-ho, Mike,” Heath greeted him through the phone, grinning wide.

“I’ve got a job for ya.”

#cuphead #harvest hand #court verse #mugman #king dice #pirouletta #rudy #irv #sixer #orie #misgendering tw

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arabellaflynn · 2 years ago

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IT'S #RATTOWEEN!

Did you think I would let an eating holiday pass without decorating the cage? Hahahaha, no.

Behold, the results of a trip to the Dollar Tree and way too much unmonitored daydreaming time at work.

A pair of purple skeleton hand shot glasses (plastic!) full of hors d'oevres for Les Fromages. We've recently discovered Cheddar doesn't care too much about sweets, so I gave the candy corn a miss (also wouldn't have given them enough to fill the shot glass -- there are limits, much as they hate that thought), so instead they got banana chips and toasted pumpkin seeds. Where did I get teeny pumpkin seeds, you ask? Just wait.

A view from the floor, showing a black photo box for nesting, a Halloween bowl of off-brand cereal for snacking, and a PIDER BASKIT for lurking! The plastic spider baskets are the perfect shape, basically the base of the perennial-favorite sputnik, but need to be covered with fabric so the rats don't get their wee toeses caught.

Les Fromages' cage from the door, showing napping basket, chew log, and black corner hammock, for camping at the door the moment Mommy comes home and might possibly probably maybe be considering feeding you a dinner.

The Toon Bros' downstairs apartment, with bowl of snacking cereal, shot glasses of banana chips and toasted pumpkin seeds, and one of the TWO napping baskets (Mickie loves them, and Casper loves irritating his brother).

View from the door, showing the other napping basket, the Halloween-themed corner hammock, chew log, and the covered under-shelf nest box, plus fleece substrate to make sure old bones are warm and comfy.

Closer look at the covered nest box. Note that the boys ripped the pretty covering off pretty much as soon as they saw it.

The Toon Bros' cage from the door, with a bit of the upper hammock showing. That's hard to get to on purpose. They can climb, they just, like Bartleby, prefer not to. Casper also likes harassing the upstairs neighbors, so if he wants to snort at the ceiling, I'm going to make him work for it.

And finally, the full cage, complete with garland, after rats, bedding, and general chaos have been installed.

Here's Rattoween dinner: A pair of pie pumpkins, gutted and roasted plain:

And here is the delivery of Rattoween Dinner, cage by cage:

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two-sides-halved · 4 years ago

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The smaller Steven’s weight him tripping on the sand covered bubble was enough to make it pop, the heart shaped gem was revealed. It started to glow and lift into the air. “Oh fuck no.” Steven Squared watched the gem go through its reformations. His heart thumping fast in his chest. This wasn’t an hallucination. He knew he took her out of his gem. Steven popped the bubble... oh god it was going to happen again. Steven Squared was breathing hard.

Visions of what happened before were playing over and over before his eyes, he seemed paralyzed with fear, tears streaming down his fact, landing ni the sand making thorny vines around his bare legs.

That menacing sounding cackle as the gem landed on the ground. “Well, well, well... what do we have here?” The rabid looking looney toon replied, her sharp teeth turning into a menacing grin, staring Steven Squared down as he was clearly having a panic attack his legs fully encased in thorny vines that were digging into his skin, “You got rid of my injecta...” She looked down at Steven who was starting to get up, but before he got the chance to get away, she stretched a hand and quickly grabbed the smaller Steven by the scruff of his neck.

“Aww, you have a kid of your own... he’s like a chip of the old gem... would be a shame if he ended up like your other friends now would it?” Spinel cooed, moving Steven’s shirt up to reveal his gem, “Would’cha look at that... he’s got your gem... wonder if his gem can shatter... or maybe his body would just splatter like your girlfriend~.” Spinel replied, tossing him up in the air and went to spring up after him.

That’s what pushed him to the limit. Mega Steven let out a roar breaking out of the thorny vines that enveloped his hole body, healing instantly from the scratches and gashes, then he jumped up into the air grabbing Spinel by her legs before she got to Steven and slammed her down into the ground so hard and with such speed the sand was super heated and became glass, that Steven was about to land on but then landed into the arms of a giant pink Steven.

Mega Steven gently set him down and gave his head a gentle pet, before snarling toward Spinel. He picked up the dazed gem and tying her stretchy limbs up into knots with his four arms, before making a faceted bubble boxing glove and punching her so hard she went flying into a near by rock and her form poofed her gem clinking to the ground.

Mega Steven picked up the sheet of glass and tossed it into the ocean with a flick of his finger, then grabbed the gem and bubbled it, the bubble was a transparent pink at first, before Mega Steven snarled and clenched his fist. The color turning darker and getting more solid resembling its appearance from before. Mega Steven turned to Steven and went over to make sure he was ok. “Steven... ok?” He asked tilting his head like a puppy.

Mega Steven toward over Steven even more than before standing at 12 feet tall, and this time he was almost all pink... and his gem looked weird. He had four arms. He seemed to have sharp teeth too.. and a second set of human teeth inside. was this another power??

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The Watermelon Steven was slightly taller than Steven was after getting a closer look at him. It stared at him. It blinked softly.

“That’s right. One of my many abilities. I hope you’re making a mental list of them cause they’ll be a test on it later.” Steven Squared chuckled before taking a breath bringing his arms up and slamming them down to his chest with his fists clenched summoning his bubble boxing gloves. “Now, I want you to protect him from me… I believe in you.” He winked.

“Training starts now!“ He slammed his fists together, making himself look a little more intimidating. The watermelon Steven stood still ready to be hit in the face. Steven Squared looking about ready to punch the melon in the face.

When presented with the challenge, Steven tried his best to not look scared. He could protect the watermelon Steven, surely. However, when Steven Squared looked like he was ready to punch the poor watermelon, Steven’s nerve was lost.

“A-Ah!” Steven didn’t summon his shield. Instead, he went to try and grab the watermelon Steven to try and carry him to safety. Not the most… conventional means of completing the task, but it was something. He struggled to lift the watermelon, though. By that point, Steven hadn’t yet acquired his full Gem strength. In fact, it could be argued he didn’t really have any at all. He was trying, though.

“I’ll save you, little melly!” Steven blurted out. But because of the weight of the melon and his own panic, Steven tripped and fell into the sand.

#a delicate balancing act ~ [ steven squared rps ]#unleashing the beast ~ [ mega steven rps ]#outofthisgxlaxy #here we go again au

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nandelin · 7 years ago

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Miraculous Fan Fiction

One Shot- Fluff

Disclaimer

Miraculous: The tails of Ladybug and Cat Noir are property of Zag Toons and Thomas Astuc. I have no legal right to any of these amazing characters. This writing is a way of dealing with the long wait for season two. I would draw pictures to ease the wait, but have not developed sufficient skill at drawing. If Mr. Zag or Mr. Astuc want me to remove this content, I will do so at any time. Any similarities between my writing and any future episodes are purely coincidental and happy accidents. If they happen read any of my stories and like it enough to want to incorporate any of it, they are, of course, free to do so. I expect no compensation or acknowledgement, although if they wanted to base an akumatized victim after me.... I wouldn’t say no.

Adrien Takes a Walk and Makes Some Bread

His breath forming a mist around his face, Adrien dug his hands into his pockets, and shrugged his shoulders against the chill. Street lights glowed dimly as he made his way down the deserted streets from shadow to shadow, shoes making no sound on the cobble stone. Quiet as a cat, he thought to himself with a slight smile He had only slept four hours that night. He never seemed to need more, bed by 11 and up by 3. He would usually study, or shoot some basketball, or read, or sometimes just stare at the ceiling, until Natalie came to tell him it was time to get ready for school. Now, he had options. Now, that he could transform into Chat Noir, Paris was open to him, he could and often did go vaulting over rooftops. The fun, however, was wearing a bit thin. Without Ladybug around it... it got lonely. I wonder what she is doing right now?

His hands in his pockets, he looked down at his feet, as he stepped carefully from cobble stone to cobble stone. Probably sleeping like a normal person. Even Plagg was fast asleep in his inner shirt pocket. He had not appreciated the early morning wake up calls, and had dived back into his hiding place, as soon as he could. It seemed like everyone in Paris was asleep, except for him.

“Adrien? is that you?”

Startled, Adrien looked up. Framed in the warm light of a doorway, stood Mr. Dupain. His hair and mustache dusted with flour, and the yeasty smell of bread and sweet scent of madeleine’s drifting around him in warm eddies, mixing with the chilly morning breeze. Adrien realized he had been following that smell for several blocks without being aware of it.

“Mr. Dupain? what are you doing here. I didn’t think anyone else would be awake this early.”

“I think that’s the question I should be asking you. Does your father know you’re out at this time of day? It’s so early, it’s still the middle of the night.”

“Please, don’t tell him. I couldn’t sleep and I needed to take a walk to clear my head.”

“Well, ok. I won’t mention it, but you should come inside. It’s cold out and you look like you could use a hot drink,” Mr. Dupain said, casting a critical eye over the shivery boy. “I’m not one to brag, but I make the best hot chocolate in all of Paris.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Adrien said gratefully, “Are you sure I won’t be in the way?”

“What? No, of course not,” Mr. Dupain said, “I’d appreciate the company. I don’t get many visitors this early in the day,” putting an arm around Adrien, he ushered him into the warm golden bakery. “You sit right there while I make you the best hot chocolate in all of Paris.” Mr. Dupain busied himself with a pan of milk and chunks of dark rich chocolate. Adrien perched on a stool, watching everything that Mr. Dupain was doing. It was fascinating how effortlessly he moved around his bakery. “You want to know the secret of the best hot chocolate in Paris, my boy?” He asked, as he expertly poured a small white cup to the brim with thick, dark, pudding like liquid.

“What?” Adrien asked.

Plucking a steaming hot croissant off the racks with a pair of tongs, Mr. Dupain placed it on a white china plate next to the small, steaming mug of chocolate. Handing it to Adrian, he said “dipping the best croissant, in all of Paris, into it.”

Adrien happily dipped the steaming croissant into the chocolate and eagerly began to eat. “This is amazing,” he said his mouth full, “It’s the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.” Chewing happily, Adrien felt a glow inside him, that begin to reflect the warm bakery glow all around him. “It’s so amazing,” he repeated, “I wish I could make something like this.”

“Croissants are a bit tricky, but I don’t see why you couldn’t learn,” Mr. Dupain said, “tell me, what baking experience have you had, my boy.”

Adrien smiled. “I’ve never even boiled an egg. We have a personal chef who does all the baking.”

“Well, boiling an egg is technically cooking, not baking, but I get you’re point,” Mr. Dupain said, “If you like, I can give you a few pointers. A man should always be able to make himself something to eat. He reached up into the racks of rising bread dough and brought one down. Picking up a large wooden bread board and sprinkling it liberally with flower, he upended the slightly sticky dough onto it. “Wash your hands at that sink over there and put this apron on.”

Soon Adrien was up to his elbows in warm yeasty dough. Punching it down, watching it deflate before he began kneading it over and over, “You’re good at that, my boy. It takes muscles and endurance to knead bread the way your doing, not every one can do it properly. You can use machines to do the kneading of course, but it’s never turns out quite as good. With your hands in the dough you can feel the bread, have a connection with it.”

A connection. Can I really feel a connection? Adrien though. He applied himself to the task, loosing himself in the work of kneading bread dough and shaping loaves. He didn’t notice when sunlight came streaming into the bakery windows, until a beam moved up to his face, making him blink. Glancing at the clock, Adrien realized it was almost six. Natalie would be coming soon to tell him it was time to get ready for school. “I’ve got to go. I don’t want my Dad to worry about me,” he said.

“Well, It was luck for me, you did wake up early today. I’ve had time to make some extra tarts this morning.” He handed Adrien one of the bakeries boxes embossed with the gold TS, “Take this for a snack, and feel free to drop in anytime you can’t sleep.”

Peaking in the box, Adrien was met with the warm sweet fragrance of apple galette.* “Thanks Mr. Dupain. I’ve had a really good time.” He said as he hung up his apron. “But do you mean it? Can I come back?”

“Of course my boy, of course. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. You have a natural talent, I can tell that already. Besides, I’ve heard a lot about you from Marinette. She thinks your something special, and I must say I agree with her.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his head, blushed and smiled. “Thanks, Mr. DuPain, Marinette’s pretty great too; and yes, I’d love to come back. Would tomorrow be too soon?”

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“Smell that?” Mr. Dupain said.

Adrien raised his nose and inhaled. The aroma of baguettes, croissants and brioche mingled with the rich aroma of madeleines, and chocolate chip cookies; and there, rising above them all was lemon. The citrusy fragrance rising high and clear, like a flute solo in an orchestra. “The lemon cake,” Adrien said excitedly.

“You’re nose is one of the most important tools when you’re baking,” Mr. Dupain said. He opened the oven and prodded the cake baking inside of it with a wooden skewer. “Perfect,” he announced, holding up the skewer so Adrien could see it, a few, fine crumbs clung to it.

With the oven open, the smell of lemon cake took center stage. “The timer still has 6 minutes left on it” Mr. Dupain said, as he pulled several cake pans out of the oven and placed them on a rack to cool, “but if we’d waited, the cakes would have been overdone.”

“Lemon cake was my mom’s favorite,” Adrien said a wistfully.

“Was it? Well, then you should take one home and share it with your father.” Mr. Dupain said kindly.

“Thank you Mr. Dupain, but I don’t see him very much, and we never eat together,” Adrien paused, “I wouldn’t want to waste it.”

Mr. Dupain watched Adrien for a moment and cleared his throat, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how does your father feel about you coming here?” Mr. Dupain said, his warm brown eyes watching Adrien kindly. “Is he ok with you spending so much time here?”

“Oh, well,” Adrien said ducking his head slightly, “I guess I haven’t told him. I don’t think He’d let me come if I did.”

“No, why not?” Mr Dupain asked.

“You don’t know my father. He has strict ideas of what I should and shouldn’t do: if it’s not his idea, I shouldn't do it. He’s kind of stubborn like that.”

“I see, my boy, I see. Well, we’ll talk about this another time then,” Mr. Dupain patted Adrien on the shoulder.

“Yes sir.” Adrien said, relieved that Mr. Dupain had dropped the subject of his father, “Should I make the glaze for the cakes now?”

“Let’s wait on that. They need time to completely cool before we glaze them. For now, would you please make some macaroons. I have a last minute order, and I still need to finish the baguettes, before we open.

“Right away,” Adrien said smiling, macaroons were becoming a bit of a specialty for him and he loved making them.

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“Mr. Agreste will see you now,” Natalie said as she eyed the large man standing in the lavishly decorated foyer, he smells like butter and cinnamon, and chocolate chip cookies. How on earth did a baker get an audience with Mr. Agreste? she wondered, and on such short notice too. Mentally shrugging she turned on her heal and marched into the office, Mr. Dupain following.

“Thank you Natalie, you may go,” Gabriel Agreste said, standing tall and straight his hands clasped behind his back, gazing out of the window at Paris. Natalie left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Turning, Gabriel gave a small smile, “Thomas, it’s good to see you, please sit,” he said indicating a pair of matching white upholstered armchairs, “Its been a while,” he said. Gabriel took the other chair. “What can I do for you today?”

“Well, I suppose I came for a two reasons,” Thomas began, “first I’ve been meaning to come by for some time to express my condolences for your loss. This must be a very hard time for you and your son with your wife... missing.”

“Yes, it has been difficult, but Adrien and I are managing,” Gabriel said, slumping back into his seat very slightly.

“The other reason for my visit is actually about your son, Adrien.”

“Adrien? What about Adrian?” Gabriel sat up straighter in his seat.

“Well, I don’t know if you are aware, but he has been coming to my bakery from around four to six every morning for the past month and learning to bake. He mentioned that you didn’t know about it, and as a parent, I feel you need to know where your son is. I don’t like the idea of you finding him missing and worrying. Especially after....�� Thomas let his words trail off.

“You were quite right to come to me. I will inform Adrien, that this will no longer continue. I am sorry for the bother it has caused you.”

“No, that’s not why I came. I don’t want Adrien to stop visiting the bakery. He has a real gift, a real love for it. He told me, that he has never baked before. He made these this morning. Please try one. I couldn’t have done better. Mr. Dupain held out one of his bakery’s pastry boxes.

Taking the box Gabriel looked inside at the row of perfectly formed Macaroons, then he looked back at Thomas, “You said Adrien made these?” He picked one up and examined it before he took a bite and chewed quietly, “They are quite good.” He was silent as he gazed into the distance. The silence stretched before he finally said. “I’d alway’s hoped Adrien would follow me into the design business.”

“I think we’d all like our children to follow in our footsteps: but sometimes they need to try out different things before they can decide what path they need to take,” Thomas told Gabriel kindly. He added with a slightly teasing tone, “I remember, you didn’t alway do what you’re father expected either. You were quite the rebel. Does it surprise you your son’s inherited a little bit of that?”

“I suppose not,” Gabriel said.

Pressing his advantage Thomas added, “If he continues to come to the bakery, you’ll know where he is. Who knows where he could end up next time. This way, you’ll have another person keeping an eye on him.”

Gabriel gave Thomas a withering look, the kind that sent assistants scrambling and made interviewers stumble over their words. Thomas looked back at him with wide eyes, and Gabriel noticed his mustache twitch. Gabriel’s composure cracked and he started laughing. “Fine, fine” he said, laughter still in his voice, “I’ll let Adrien continue visiting your bakery. I suppose there are worse things for him to want to do. Besides,” Gabriel added, “you’ll probably be a good influence on the boy.”

Glancing at the box that held the macaroons, Gabriel ran a finger over the gold embossed ‘TS.’ “I’m glad to see you’ve updated your design. Who did the work? It’s quite good.”

“My daughter did. She is turning into an amazing artist,” Mr. Dupain said proudly. She even designed the cover art on the new Jagged Stone album.”

“Did she now?” Mr. Agreste said, as he fingered the embossed pattern, “Your daughter, what is her name?”

“Marinette.”

“Is that the same Marinette who goes to school with Adrien?”

“Sure is.”

“I remember her,” he said. Pausing he murmured to himself, “the laboring hands of a hat maker.” After a few moments of thought, he turned, and pressed the button on an intercom, “Natalie, we require some tea. Have the chef send some up,” Turning back to his friend he began, “Thomas, I have a proposition for you, if you are amenable. Why don’t we talk about it over some tea and these tasty macaroons.”

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“Adrien, please come in here, I wish to talk to you,” Mr. Agreste called to his some as Adrien was leaving to go to school.

“Yes, father?” He peaked around the door way of his fathers atelier. Gabriel had his back to his soon, gazing at the painting of his wife.

Turning, Gabriel addressed his son, “I was visited by Thomas Dupain this morning and he informed me that you are sneaking away from the house early in the morning and working at the Dupain bakery.”

Adrien’s shoulders slumped, “Yes father.”

“I’m sure you understand, this has to stop.”

“Father!” Adrien began, looking up.

“My decision is final. You will no longer be going there” Mr. Agreste said. Adrien’s head dropped in defeat. “on school days,” his father added.

Adrien’s looked back up at his father in surprise.

“If you want to continue going to the bakery, you will do so only on weekends, and only as long as it doesn’t interfere with your other commitments.”

Adrien ran to his father, hugging him, “Thank you.”

Mr Agreste stroked his son’s hair, then stepped back. “You can thank Mr. Dupain, he convinced me that you deserved a chance to hone your skills in the culinary arts.” Picking a sealed white envelope off his desk, he handed it to Adrien, “ When you go there this Saturday, I require you to give this letter to Miss Marinette DuPain-Cheng.”

“Of course, father,” Adrien said. “What is it?”

“It only seems right that if if Mr. DuPain is going to gain such a promising assistant, that I should get one too, if Mrs. DuPain-Cheng is interested that is.”

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“Perfect timing my boy, I have here,” he brandished a small wicker basket filled with tiny red berries, “the first basket of fraises des bois* this season. We will have them for breakfast as a family to celebrate your first official day as my weekend apprentice.”

Running up to Mr. DuPain, Adrien threw his arms around him and squeezed, “How did you do it. How did you get my father to agree to let me keep coming here?”

Chuckling Mr. DuPain placed the basket of delicate fruit on the counter and enveloped Adrien in a warm hug that smelled like bread and burnt sugar and chocolate chip cookies, “Even your father won’t stand in the way of greatness, and your work here is on it’s way to greatness, my boy.” After a long moment, he stood up, pretending not to notice the tears in Adrien’s eyes. “Well, we have a lot to get done, so lets get started.”

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“Marinette, breakfast is ready, time to get up.” Mrs DuPain-Cheng called up the stairs.

“Coming Mama,” Yawning, Marinette descended the stairs that led from her bedroom into the kitchen, “Good Morning, Mama. Good Morning, Papa” she kissed each in turn. “Good Morning, Adrien,” she said rubbing her eyes. Taking a seat at the table she began reaching for a fresh Croissant, but paused mid motion. Something was different. Oh, I must still be sleeping. She thought, I’ve had these dreams before, were I’m getting ready in the morning, but I’m really not because I’m still dreaming. That must be it. There is no way Adrien would be sitting at my breakfast table. She glanced down to make sure she wasn’t naked. Pink pajama bottoms and white shirt in place. Good. It’s not one of THOES dreams. “

“Morning Marinette,” Adrien said brightly, “I hope you like the croissants. I made them myself,” he added.

“I’m sure they are amazing, just like you,” she loved dreams. You could say anything in a dream. Picking up the pastry, she pealed off a flaky section and absently put it in her mouth. It was warm and buttery with just a hint of sweetness. It was perfect. And.... It... was... REAL! Blinking she looked around. Her mom and dad were here and Adrien.... Adrien was really here. Adrien was really HERE! He looked a bit startled and was blushing slightly. Wait.... what did I say Amazing. I called him Amazing.... Adrien is here... sitting at my breakfast table... and I called him Amazing. “What, what, ah, Adrien what are... I mean why... I mean...” she put her face in her hands, “I don’t know what I mean.”

“Marinette,” her dad put his hand on Adrien’s shoulder, “I’d like to introduce you to my new apprentice. Adrien’s going to be helping me out on the weekends.”

“Isn’t it exciting?” her mom said.

“It sure is,” Marinette said, “but how? I mean why. I mean, what’s going on?”

As they ate breakfast, Adrien recounted the tale of his nighttime excursions and how he had been helping her father in the bakery, with her father adding details along the way.

“I was sure I mentioned that Adrien has been helping me,” her father said to her. Marinette gave him an exasperated look, “I didn’t? Are you sure. Well, it must have slipped my mind.”

“Oh... Marinette,” Adrien said, “before I forget; I have this letter for you,” Adrien handed Marinette a heavy velum envelope with her name written carefully and precisely on the front.

Distracted from strangling her father in the middle of the kitchen, She opened the envelope and began to read. “It’s an invitation to study design with you’re father,” she said, eye’s going wide.

Greetings Miss Dupain-Cheng,

I am offering you the opportunity to study design with me at my studio Saturday and Sunday mornings. If this is amenable to you, please arrive at my house this Saturday, at 8 O'clock sharp. Adrien will escort you.

Regards

Gabriel Agreste

“What does it say? Adrien asked. Marinette’s handed him the letter. “Wow, for my Dad, that’s positively wordy.”

“What time is it,” Glancing up at the clock, “Oh My Goodness, it’s 7:30. I’ve got to get ready!” She ran back up the stairs to her room.

At 10 minutes to eight, Adrien’s Body Guard showed up to drive them to the Agreste house. Her father and mother waved them off. “I have a feeling Marinette’s going to start getting up much earlier on the weekends from now on.” Mr. Dupain said putting his arm around his wife.

Snuggling into her husbands embrace she smiled as she waved at the departing black car, “They are made for each other.”

Author’s Notes:

I imagine Adrien is the kind of person who doesn’t need much sleep. My Grandmother was like that. (Four hours a night was all she ever needed. That lady got a lot done.) Adrien is so accomplished and so on top of his studies, plus his extra Chinese lessons and fencing not to mention his extra curricular kitty activities, and when it’s time for him to model; he’s good to go. He might just be one of those very luck people, who only need cat naps. (see what I did there?)

I got to thinking, He is so accomplished, he has all of these different things going for him, but he never gets to choose what he wants to do. His father makes him participate in different activities, and admittedly Adrien is seems to excel at what ever he puts his hand to, but wouldn’t it be interesting and not just a little bit convenient, if Adrien found his passion in baking. I feel like there would also be the appeal of him bonding with a warm father figure like Mr. Dupain. I really want to see more development in Adrien’s character.

I also loved the idea that Thomas Dupain and Gabriel Agreste would know each other, perhaps have even been good friends when they were in school. Children are often don’t realize their parents had lives before they were born.

Apple Gallette is kind of apple tart, with a thin crust and very thinly sliced apples that melt in your mouth.

Fraises des bois* is a variety of French strawberry. It’s only available for a short time and bruises easily, so they can’t be shipped for commercial purposes and the only way to have them, is to either grow them yourself, or to know a source who does. I’ve never tasted one, but I’ve read they taste very much like wild strawberries. Someday I shall go to France during the spring, when they are available and eat as many as I can.

Thank You for reading my story. If you have any questions or comment, I would love to hear them. I endeavor to edit my work, but there will probably be some mistakes. I play fast and loose with grammar; some is intentionally wrong, some is unintentionally wrong, and there are the occasional formatting errors. If something jumps out at you, let me know and I will correct it... Maybe. Any copying and pasting and passing this off as your work, is called plagiarism. Will I report you with out warning? Yes. Will I sue you? Probably not.

If my work inspires you to make art or re-imagine the idea, please share it with me. I’d love to see what you do, you amazing creative person you.

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#miraculous ladybug

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#mlfluffmonth

#miraculous fanfiction

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Written By: M.E. Reynolds (Megan Reyes in the Story)

The Year setting: 1996 (The Millennial Year)

Setting(s):

The Past: Ancient Egypt (Kaya Reyes (The Mother of Megan Reyes) finds the Millennium Bracelet for the 1st time)

The Present:

Japan, Domino City, (The Reyes’ Home)

Domino High School, Japan, Domino City

Duelist Kingdom

Battle City Tournament

Plot Line: Kaya Reyes (The Mother of Megan Reyes) and her long-lost Brother Maximillian Pegasus goes to Ancient Egypt and looking around the vast terrain they found the one object among the ruins that they were looking for the Millennium Bracelet and The Millennium Eye for the 1st time in the Sands of Ancient Egypt while there her brother received The Millennium Eye which caused him to turn evil. Kaya ran and that’s where she finds two people that she knew and adored to work with Solomon Muto (Yugi Muto’s Grandfather) and Arthur Hawkins (Rebecca Hawkins’ Grandfather), finding out that the Bracelet had once belonged to an Ancient Queen of Egypt. Later on Kaya decided to give her daughter Megan the Millennium Bracelet and Megan meets Yugi and his friends and this is where Megan’s story begins…..

Megan Reyes’ Deck

Legendary Warriors Deck (This Deck is for Duelist Kingdom)

Monsters

Slifer the Sky Dragon, Obelisk the Tormentor, and the Winged Dragon of Ra (which she got from her mother because she was destined to have them….) (To Use in Battle City Tournament adds Double Coston)

Tyrant Dragon

Gilford the Legend

Gaap the Divine Soldier

Commander Gottoms, Sword master

Flame Ogre

Flame Spirit Ignis

Witch’s Apprentice

Flamvell Dragnov

Dark Magician

Dark Magician Girl

Red Eyes Black Dragon

Blackland Fire Dragon

Flame Cerebrus

Ill Witch

Sorcercer of the Doomed

Feral Imp

Toon Summoned Skull

Toon Mermaid

Toon Masked Sorcerer

Toon Alligator

Spells

Yami

Toon World

Toon Table of Contents

Toon Rollback

Molten Conduction Field

Salamandra

Dian Keto The cure master

Wonder Wand

Dark Magic Attack and Thousand Knives (Dark Magician and Dark Magician Girl)

Assault Armor (For Warrior Monsters)

Banner of Courage

Horn of the Unicorn

Cup of Ace

Raimei

Graceful Charity

Card of Sanctity

Monster Reborn

Shard of Greed

Remove Trap

Sage’s Stone

Shield and Sword

Mimicat

Stop Defense and Block Defense

Swords of Revealing Light x’s 3

Polymerization

Spellbinding Circle

Trap Cards

Toon Defense

Mirror Force

Magic Jammer

Magic Cylinder

Light Force Sword

Magical Hats

Red Eyes Spirit

Mirror of Oaths

Jar of Avarice

Jar of Greed

Light force Sword

Grave Lure

Magician’s Circle

The Story:

Long ago, when the pyramids were still young, the Egyptian Kings and Queens played a game of great and terrible power. But these Shadow Games erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire world. Until a brave and powerful pharaoh and Queen locked the magic away, imprisoning it within the mystical Millennium Items. Now, five thousand years later, a girl named Megan unlocks the secret of the Millennium Bracelet, and a boy named Yugi unlocks the secret of the Millennium Puzzle. They are infused with ancient magical energies, for their destinies have chosen them to defend the world from the return of the Shadow Games, just as the brave Pharaoh and Queen did five thousand years ago. “Megan dear, have you solved the Millennium Bracelet yet?” Kaya asked her daughter… “Yeah mom, I did, I’m on the final piece come and see mum?” Megan yells out of her bedroom door and her Mother came running into her daughter’s bedroom and she is in a state of shock and she said…. “Megan my dear, I’m so proud of you darling, good job” “Thanks mum” Megan said hugging her mum, “I’ve got to show this Yugi mum, and I’ll head to school as well…” Megan got dressed into her School Uniform and grabbed her lunch which was a Roast Beef and Cheese Sandwich with chips and a soda along with five chocolate chip cookies to share with her friends…. “I’ll see you after school honey…” “I’m going to spend some time with Yugi mum, I won’t be home for dinner because Uncle Pegasus is hosting a new Duel Tournament and guess what I’m the Commissioner and I’ll also be dueling in it isn’t that just amazing….” “Oh okay, well good luck in the tournament please give me your Egyptian God Cards then before you go to Yugi’s Grandpa’s shop okay plus your uncle would be quite upset if you use them in Tournament.….. You might as well tell Yugi not use Exodia either okay, Your Egyptian Gods and Yugi’s Exodia are way too powerful to use especially in your uncle’s tournament…” “Okay mum, see you later…. Okay I’ll tell Yugi….” Megan heads to school but on the way out she grabs her deck to show Yugi as well….When she got to school she saw Yugi teaching Joey how to duel, she decided to stop them mid-duel to show her butt-kicking badass deck and her Millennium Item as well….”Hey Yugi, I wanted to show you something on my arm….” Yugi stopped mid-duel and walked over to Megan, but Joey said…. “Are you forfeiting this Duel Yuge?” “Yeah guess I am Joey but guess what my next door neighbor is here and with a Millennium Item come check it out…” Yugi said this while walking over to Megan…. Tea, Tristin, Joey and Yugi came over to check it out…. “I finally solved it last night Yugi, I’ve placed the final piece in this morning before coming to school, I was up all night trying to solve it but guess what I’ve finally solved it , mum was so proud of me, and I’m even thinking that my Uncle Pegasus would be pleased too… Yeah he’s my uncle by the way, and he’s my mum’s brother, and she ran away after she had seen him with the Millennium Eye, she said that it was his fault that my father died, he sent my father to the Shadow Realm….” “Woah, I didn’t know that, Megs, is it time for lunch yet, cause I’m hungry” Joey said this….. Joey was taking out his lunch; Megan took her’s out too, and she said while taking out the Cookies….” I’ve brought five chocolate chip cookies to share with you all… One for me…. And the rest are for you guys….” “Thanks Megan, for these cookies…” “You’re welcome, anytime my friends… By the way my Uncle Pegasus is hosting a Duel Tournament on his Island, Duelist Kingdom to be precise, My Uncle told me that Joey here can enter the Tournament, my uncle gave me the gauntlets, the star chips and the two cards that is required to enter the Duelist Kingdom for both you Yugi and for Joey… cause he made me the commissioner for the Tournament anyway….” She hands out the items they need…. “I’m supposed to take you all there right now; my Uncle is hosting it a bit early so that it’s out of the way…. The Boat is in the Harbor already, but first I wanted to stop by your Grandpa’s shop Yugi, I’ll need new cards anyway for the Tournament, I’m entering the Duelist Kingdom as well even if I’m the Commissioner I’ll also be dueling as well as I’ll be double checking for cheaters, or bullies and to enforce the rules of the Tournament, you see I’ve got the Gauntlet, my star chips, and the two cards that is required already, just take a good look at this butt-kicking badass deck that I have just created Yugi….” “Wow, what a deck, Megs” Yugi said…. “What, how on earth did you get the Egyptian God Cards?” Joey said….. “My mum told me that I could have them, that’s why I need three new cards, I can’t use the Egyptian Gods in the Tournament they’re way too powerful but I’ll be using them for the Battle City Tournament that Seto is hosting as well…, the same for you Yugi, Exodia has to go but keep it in the box that your Puzzle came in to keep them safe, so that way that Little bug-eyed creep Weevil can’t chuck it into the ocean…” “Okay let’s go to my Grandpa’s shop then….” Yugi said then we all left school to go to Yugi’s Grandpa’s shop… But Megan remembered what her mom told her and she said… “Hey Yugi, how about you and your friends come by my place for a bit, I need to give my mom the Egyptian Gods….I can introduce your friends to my mom…” “Well okay, let’s make this quick….” Yugi said….So they all went back to Megan’s house to give Kaya the Egyptian Gods…. “Hey mom, this is Yugi, our next door neighbor, and his friends Tristin, Joey, and Tea…. Anyway here’s the Egyptian Gods, okay let’s go Yugi, let’s get out of here….”

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bendywackyadventures · 6 years ago

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SOL AU- Vacation

I got this story idea during my vacation back in September. I figured what if the toons took a vacation with Henry and Linda! Just some sweet, wholesome family time.

SOL AU belongs to me!!

“Got everything we need?” Linda asked as she dragged two suitcases to the car.

Henry looked into the trunk to make sure they got everything, suitcases, and snacks for the toons so they won’t be hungry if there was no food stop. Henry gave thumbs up to his wife, “yep! Everything’s ready!”

It’s been a month since the toons lived with Henry and Linda, and the two decided to take the toons on a vacation to the amusement park that opened up a town a hour and a half away from their home. The couple decided it would be fun to go and have fun for the day.

“Bendy! Boris! Alice! Come on you three we’re ready to go!” Henry yelled. The toons then ran through the doorway with their backpacks rushing into the car. Boris sat on the left, Alice sat right in the middle and Bendy sat on the right. “You guys got everything before we head out?”

“Yes!” The toons replied.

“Stuff to do in the car, so I don’t hear “Are we there yet?” or “I’m bored!” for an hour straight?” Henry asked, even mimicking the whining.

“Yes!” The toons replied.

“Did you guys use the bathroom?” Linda asked.

Boris and Bendy got out of the car and ran back inside. Alice, Henry and Linda laughed. Once the two toons did their business they went back to the car. Henry and Linda went in the front seat, with Henry being a driver and they were on their way to the amusement park.

Halfway in the ride, Linda was relaxing in the front seat listening to the radio music, Boris was sleeping, Alice was reading a novel, and Bendy was coloring in a coloring book. Henry sighed in relief, the toons were quiet the roads were clear, what can go wrong.

Henry stopped the car making everyone jolt. “What happened?! Are we there!” Bendy asked looking around.

Henry looked out the window and saw a huge line of cars making his eyes widen in shock. “Well no, and were stuck in traffic.” Henry answered.

“What’s traffic?” Boris asked stretching.

“Traffic is when a line of cars move slowly, due to an accident or anything.” Linda explained.

“So how long will we be stuck here?” Bendy asked.

Henry looked at all the cars, squinting his eyes. He couldn’t tell how long they would be stuck here. “I can’t give an answer. Don’t worry it won’t be too long.” He replied.

The toons sighed, but it didn’t worry the wolf or angel they just went back doing their original thing, but Bendy groaned slouching in the car seat. The traffic felt like forever for Bendy. He still had his coloring book, but didn’t want to color in it anymore. He looked out the window to see all the cars not moving at all. Bendy groaned, crossing his arms.

The demon just wanted to go to the amusement park to have fun, play games, and go on rides. Now, he’s stuck in traffic for who knows how long. The little demon then thought of him going into his beast form and making the ride much faster for everyone.

No car. No traffic. No problems.

Before he can transform, Henry stopped him, “If your thinking of going into your beast or monster form don’t think about it.” Henry jested. Bendy growled and crossed his arms again as Henry chuckled. “You know you guys have sandwiches in the backseat.”

Bendy climbed into the truck and took out a bag opening it to reveal sandwiches, chips and juice boxes. Bendy saw turkey, peanut butter and jelly and his favorite bacon turkey cheese, and Jalapeño pepper sandwich.

Or in short terms Bendy Sandwich.

Bendy’s eyes sparkled seeing his favorite sandwich made. He took one out of the bag and looked at Boris still asleep. The demon smiled finally able to eat the sandwich he never ate in his cartoons. It’s always been one bite and that’s that, or no bite at all. Licking his lips he was ready to take a bite.

The taste of the cold cuts and cheese went through his taste buds. He was about to take another bite till,

“Bendy look next to you!” Boris yelled.

“Where?” Bendy asked turning to face the window. Boris grabbed the sandwich from Bendy and ate in one gulp. Bendy saw nothing and looked at his hands seeing the sandwich gone and Boris eating. “Boris!” Bendy yelled.

Boris wiped his face with a napkin and went back to resting. Bendy groaned, but no matter Henry made more, he took another one out and was ready to eat it. “Bendy!” Alice called out smiling.

Bendy looked at the angel and turned away, “get your own sandwich! This one is mine!” He snapped.

Alice glared and growled at the demon. For a second she thought how to let Bendy eat her sandwich till she thought of an idea from her classmates. “Let’s play the car game for the sandwich.” She suggested.

“How do you play the car game?” Bendy asked.

“I punch you every time I see a car of the color I choose, and you punch me for the color you choose.” She explained.

Bendy smiled realizing he can hit his sister. “I’m in! I pick black!”

Alice chuckled at Bendy’s choice. “Then I pick green.”

Bendy chuckled; they’re in traffic what are the chances of a green and black car showing up. Bendy’s eyes widen when a toe truck carried 7 green cars. Bendy gulped as Alice punched him 7 times.

Rubbing his arms, Bendy pouted as Alice ate his sandwich. He could get another one, but his arms are in pain.

After eating the sandwich she smiled at Bendy, “Thank you Bendy.”

Bendy glared at his sister, “You punch like a guy.” He replied.

Alice felt offended and punch Bendy again. “OW! There was no green car this time!” He cried.

“Its what you get for calling me a guy.” Alice mumbled.

Bendy scoffed, “because your not like all girls.” Alice was about to punch him again, but Bendy defended himself. “Sorry! Sorry! I’m joking!” Alice loosens her punch, and Bendy sighed in relief. Though out of surprise Alice punched him. “OW! Henry!” Bendy cried. “Alice is punching me too no end! Help me!”

Henry and Linda chuckled; they’ve played that game once or twice in the past when they were young so they can relate.

After an hour the traffic started to move, Bendy was only able to eat a simple turkey sandwich. Which he didn’t complain about? He was happy the cars started to move again. Boris was up and reading one of Alice’s books and it was Alice’s turn to take a little nap. Bendy sighed and looked out the window seeing the other side of cars driving.

After a half hour the traffic finally cleared up and Henry was back on the road again, however since they were stuck in traffic for so long the sun started to set. Once they got there, everyone was leaving the park. The toons sighed in disappointment, as they wouldn’t have fun.

“Hey don’t worry guys. We can spend the night at a hotel, and in the morning we can go and have found.” Henry explained.

“Okay.” The toons replied.

Henry drove to the closest hotel in the area. Once he got there, he got a room and the toons were finally able to lie down and relax due to the long car ride. “Finally! We can relax!” Alice sighed lying down on the bed.

“Same!” Bendy agreed lying down with his sister. Due to the long car ride, Bendy was already asleep.

Henry finally brought the last set of the suitcases to the room and it was his turn to lie down in the bed next to his wife. “What a day.” He sighed.

“I know.” Linda replied. She gave a yawn and cuddled to her husband. Henry smiled and hugged his wife.

Boris went to the TV and turned it on his eyes widening at what he saw. It looked like fashion models on the beach with bikini’s. Bendy woke up to the brightness of the TV and went up to Boris. “Boris what are you-“ He stopped, his heart started to beat faster by the second, “watching scoot over.”

On the TV one of the girls was ready to take her bikini off in front of the cameras making the two boy toons heart beat faster. Henry looked up to see what the boys were watching, horrified at what show that was. He quickly ran to the TV and turned it on to a talk show.

“Hey!” Bendy and Boris complained.

Henry shook his head, “as long as I’m alive you’re not allowed to watch that.”

“We may be kids, but were technically 30 years old.” Bendy responded.

Henry smiled, “how about I buy dinner and we drop the whole thing?”

“Deal” The toons responded.

Henry smiled and left to find a fast food place to pick up dinner for the toons. Bendy and Boris then went to change the channel back to the bikini girl’s channel.

“Don’t think about it, I’m still here!” Linda jabbed.

The two boys pouted and waited for Henry to come back with food.

Henry came back with a box of pizza and chicken wings for dinner and everyone smiled over the food. Bendy glanced at Alice and smiled, “Hey Angel Cakes, Henry bought the wings you’ve been looking for.” Bendy laughed at the joke, but Alice didn’t. The angel grabbed her pillow and tried to smother the demon. However, being a toon demon, your able to escape anything that can kill you, by just sliding out.

“Alright you two, eat dinner so you’ll have strength for tomorrow.” Henry said grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza to eat.

Bendy and Alice got up from the bed and went to grab some pizza and chicken wings. After being filled with dinner, Henry and Linda cleaned up, as the toons slept close together smiling happily. “There so peaceful when they’re asleep.” Linda pointed out.

Henry nodded in agreement, “and quiet.” Linda gave Henry a light punch in the arm as she put everything in the garbage.

“Their not that loud.” Linda lied down on the bed, sighing as she relaxed. Henry smiled and lied down right beside her, getting some sleep too.

The next morning after a big breakfast, Henry drove the toons back to the amusement park making the toons smile. “Well were back!” Henry called out.

The toons got out of the car and were ready to have fun and roam around the park. Henry and Linda paid for the tickets and everyone went in. “Alright you guys can go around and have fun.” Henry said. The toons cheered and were going to run off but Henry had one more thing to say, “but stay together! Linda and I will be walking around doing our thing.”

“Aren’t you going to go on rides too?” Boris asked.

Henry and Linda nodded, “of course we will.” The toons then went off to search for the first ride to go on.

“Okay. So we have bumper cars, the Ferris wheel, and rollercoaster are the ones we really want to go on! Which one do you guys want to get on first?” Bendy asked looking at the map.

Boris and Alice thought, and at the same time, “Ferris wheel!” They cheered. The toons ran off and went in line for the Ferris wheel. Once they got to the end of the line they got into the Ferris wheel kart and it started to move up. Alice and Bendy looked up and saw the entire city from up here.

“Check it out! Let’s find out house from up here!” Bendy exclaimed.

Boris squinted his eyes and saw the city along with the highway they took to get here. “If I’m correct were somewhere over there!” Boris thought pointing his fingers over to the left. Once they got done with the Ferris wheel, they went on the bumper cars next having fun.

Though…it was more of Alice and Bendy bumping each other then bumping others.

After bumper cars they were ready for the rollercoaster. “There it is!” Bendy smiled. Boris and Alice seeing how high and fast the ride went. Waiting in line made the wolf and angel nervous. Once they got to the kart there was no turning back. Bendy was in front of them smiling as the rollercoaster made its way up the hill.

“Mommy! Look a puppy is on the rollercoaster!” A little girl exclaimed seeing Boris’s ears.

Henry, who was in line getting food for lunch looked up and saw the toons on the rollercoaster. Once it went down he heard Bendy’s cheering and Alice’s screams, which made everyone in the park turn and face the rollercoaster.

After getting off the ride, Bendy was bouncing around enjoying the ride. Boris felt sick to his stomach, and Alice already had a headache. They made it to a food stop and saw Henry and Linda sitting down with food.

“We heard you guys on the rollercoaster.” Henry mentioned.

Alice’s eyes widen and started to blush nervously, “was it that loud?” She asked. Henry and Linda nodded. Alice groaned face palming that her scream was heard.

Henry rubbed her back, “don’t worry. Now come on I got lunch.” He took the toons to the table where they were greeted by burgers and fries for lunch. The lunch was relaxing for the angel since her meal had a milkshake.

After eating lunch, the toons decided to play some games for the remainder of the day. Henry played the shotgun game with skill and was able to win giant bunny for Linda. “Did the war give you skills?” Linda asked.

“Nope, the studio. It’s a long story.” Henry chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

“Henry! Henry!” Bendy yelled running over to Henry, “I played a basketball game and won a tiger plush!” Bendy hugged the tiger plush in his arms tight.

“And I won a giant teddy bear!” Boris claimed coming in with a teddy bear the same size as him.

After a day of fun and games, Henry and the toons were ready to head home and relax. Maybe talk about their trip with friends.

“I call this a successful trip!” Henry exclaimed.

Bendy smiled, “I couldn’t agree more!” Before the Stein family had to leave they realized someone was missing, “where’s angel?”

Everyone turned their heads looking for where the angel wondered off. “She’s right there at the kissing booth! Boris pointed.

At the Kissing Booth Alice was chatting with the guy running it laughing and sharing a wonderful conversation before leaning in to kiss.

“Bendy. Frog.” Henry said holding his hand out. Using hammer space, Bendy pulled out a toy frog and gave it to Henry. The man pulled away his daughter from the young man as the man kissed the toy frog.

Disgusted, the young man looked for his kisser and saw Alice being dragged away by Henry as she whined.

#SOL AU #slice of life au #Henry Stein #henry batim #linda batim #Linda Stein #bendy the demon #boris the wolf #alice angel

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