#to say that the doctor thing was merely mask of his true self is kinda 'ehhhh' to me

[abelllia]

i feel like there’s a connection to be drawn between martin blackwood and dr. jekyll but i have neither the time nor mental capacity to think about it fully

[waveypedia]

The Real Deal

Ao3

Lena comes to the Nine-Tailed Diner just often enough for the waiters to know her face, but not often enough for them to know her name. She prefers it that way. The anonymity is comforting, but she knows in her gut it’s just an illusion when the waiters give her familiar smiles as she slides into her usual spot in the corner.

There was a time, before she met Webby, when Lena would scowl and duck her head away from the waiters’ friendly greetings. Where the mere notion of being noticed would make her gut churn and blood boil.

Not anymore.

Lena taps her carefully manicured nails against the smooth table as she waits, watching the cozily bustling diner. She’s not usually one for nail polish, but Dewey was just so excited when he saw the color that perfectly matched her magic, and despite her snarky exterior she couldn’t say no to Dewey’s infectious excitement when he bounced up to her with the bottles of nail polish. She smiles at the memory.

If Lena from a year and a half ago could see her now, she’d be unrecognizable. That’s not such a bad thing, Lena muses.

She pulls out her phone and quickly scrolls through social media, smiling when a picture of Webby pops up on her feed. Webby doesn’t post much, but when she does, just seeing her face never fails to make Lena smile.

The noise of the city and the harbor outside eventually fades into a calming white noise in the back of Lena’s mind. She’s used to the city. It was her home for fifteen years. But the sound of a particular car pulling up to the curb jerks Lena out of her thoughts, and she presses her face to the window, filled with an almost childlike glee.

A familiar car, light green and blocky and just as eccentric as its owner, putters at the curb. Lena can only see into the drivers’ side, but she snorts as she spots a familiar stupid-looking hat and chuckles to herself. Soon enough, a familiar face pops out from the other side of the car, looks to the corner window expectantly, and waves enthusiastically. Lena grins and waves back.

The bell on the diner door jingles, right on schedule, and Lena’s friend nearly sprints over to her booth.

“Hi, Lena!” Boyd chirps, and Lena grins.

“Hi,” she responds, significantly less energetic but with the same sentiment behind it.

Every month, Lena and Boyd meet at the Nine-Tailed Diner, just the two of them. It started one day when it was supposed to be all of the kids, but the McDuck kiddos were called away on an adventure, Violet had a school project, and Gosalyn was busy in St. Canard. It doesn’t take a genius to recognize how similar Lena and Boyd’s unique situations and backstories are.

Lena didn’t realize how lonely she was until she had someone who shared her experiences.

Boyd rubs at his elbow. It’s a nervous stim, and Lena’s attention is piqued. If Gyro said something insensitive to him again, well, he may be tall, but he’s a skinny twink, I can take him—

“Lena?”

Lena bites back a swell of nervousness and feigns casualness. “Hm?”

“How… do you feel about Webby?”

Lena blinks. “Well, I like her. You know that, dummy.”

“Yeah, but… how does that feel? You know… liking someone?” Boyd won’t meet her eyes.

Lena frowns. “What do you mean? Doesn’t everyone feel that way?”

Boyd stares at the table, lip trembling, and Lena ponders.

She doesn’t entirely know how to describe how she feels about Webby. Before Webby, it was just her and Aunt Magica. The two of us against the world, Lena always told herself, but it was always the world against Aunt Magica, with Lena sandwiched in the middle. And then she grew to hate Magica as well, like she always should have. For so long, Lena only knew hatred and apathy, whoever it may be directed to.

And then she met Webby.

And then she met Webby, and everything changed.

Webby was—is—a literal ray of sunshine. When Webby’s smiling face pops up in Lena’s view, when her bubbling laugh or high voice makes Lena’s heart sing. It’s stereotypical and cliché beyond belief, much to Lena’s chagrin, but that’s how she feels . If Huey offered her a thesaurus he must have stored in his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook somewhere (that thing has everything — it’s kind of ridiculous, honestly) she wouldn’t change it. There’s no other way to describe it.

“I… don’t know,” Lena hums. “Just… whenever I see her, I instantly feel better. It’s free serotonin, y’know?”

Boyd hums in acknowledgement, and after a moment of semi-awkward silence Lena continues.

She’s never been all that good about putting her feelings into words. She’s not particularly wordy like Huey, and she doesn’t have Violet’s extensive vocabulary (although she’s picked up quite a few words and phrases from the Sabrewing family). Not that she cares about it. It makes these kind of conversations difficult, though. But for Boyd, she will try.

“She was the first person to ever care about me,” Lena muses, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized sweater under the table. She’s had it forever. It feels like home, in the same way Webby does. “She has a special place in my heart. She was my first friend, but it’s different than my relationship with the boys, or Vi, or you.”

Boyd nods and avoids her gaze. He’s unhappy with that conclusion, although Lena can’t fathom why.

“So… by that logic,” Boyd begins, “I should be in love with Huey, right?”

Lena shrugs. It is true that Huey directly parallels Webby in their respective situations. “However you want to define it, dude.”

Boyd flexes his fingers. He’s still unhappy.

“Look, I’m not gonna judge you,” Lena says, snorting slightly and raising her hands placatingly in front of her. “I know homophobia is A Thing, but I literally just talked extensively about how I’m head over heels for another girl, so…”

“Homophobia is terrible,” Boyd responds finally. “I genuinely do not understand how people could think such a thing! How does one act so cruelly to another just because of something so trivial as sexual orientation?”

Lena presses her lips together. “Beats me, dude.”

After a moment, she adds, “So what’s your problem, then?”

Boyd’s head jerks up. “Huh?”

“You’re clearly disappointed about something ,” Lena says, gesturing with her arms and raising her eyebrows. “I know you well enough, ‘cause of these dumb meetings. I’m just gonna point out they were your idea.”

Boyd smirks, ever so slightly. “You love them, though.”

Lena looks away and crosses her arms pointedly, but allows the smallest of smiles to slip through her mask. Boyd cackles at that.

“But seriously. What’s botherin’ you?”

“By all accounts… I should feel that way about Huey. I don’t care about genders, and I feel differently about him than I feel about you and the other kids. But saying I love him, it just doesn’t feel right.” Boyd rubs at his arm.

“Hey, that’s fine!” Lena replies. “That’s kinda how I feel about labels, y’know? Webby likes ‘em, but I don’t.” She narrows her eyes and leans forward with her elbows on the table. “Is Huey pressuring you? ‘Cause if he is I’ll—”

“No! Nononono, Lena, it’s fine,” Boyd chuckles nervously, raising his hands placatingly in front of him. “If anything, I guess I’m pressuring myself. Logically, based on all accounts I have consulted, I should be in love. But…”

Lena gives an exaggeratedly frustrated sigh, making Boyd chuckle despite himself.

“Look, Pink tells me aaaaalll the time that my magic isn’t logical. Especially friendship magic. It follows its own rules, and it’s about looove and the power of friendship or whatever. So cheesy. But I guess your love might be the same thing.”

Lena takes a deep breath and leans back in the diner booth. “Stop pushing your feelings into dumb little boxes they don’t belong in. They won’t fit.”

Boyd smiles at her, small but not muted. “Thanks, Lena.”

Lena glances away, staring pointedly out the window. “Whatever. Don’t expect it to happen again.”

Boyd just giggles at that. His laughter is frustratingly infectious, and after a moment Lena finds herself chuckling alongside him.

The rest of the afternoon flits by, and for the life of her Lena cannot recall what they talked about. But their first topic of conversation, and Boyd’s worry, sits heavy on her mind for a while to come.

--

When Doctor (unofficially, shh, if the news got out that he had never finished his doctorate because of those ridiculous geese Gyro would be ruined ) Gyro Gearloose secured a job with McDuck Industries, he did not expect his precious lab would be run afoot by small children. Not even by Fenton, who acts more like a small child than some of these literal small children sometimes.

It’s almost closing time, but that has never mattered to McDuck Industries’ research branch. Even if Fenton and Manny go home eventually, Gyro has spent weeks on end in the lab. He will outlast them all.

Well, he used to. Before his team and his boss dragged him out to see the sunlight. And before Boyd.

For the record, Gyro did not forget about closing time. Not this time. He was working with that infernal little rodent, who, along with the blue nephew, had somehow wormed Mr. McDuck into allowing her to take some freelance work in the research department. Gyro’s department.

...He did have to admit that Gadget Hackwrench was frustratingly proficient at mechanics and machinery. Especially since she was so small. She was a great help to Gyro’s newest project, which required a lot of rough mechanical know-how.

Gadget, unlike the rest of them, was not incredibly self-sacrificial and actually liked clocking out when she was supposed to. She had to go home to her Rescue Avengers, or whatever they were called. Gyro couldn’t wrap his head around her way of thinking.

So they were tinkering away at the panel of the machine when Gadget glanced at the clock and reminded him of her obligations. She was packing up when Boyd came in.

“Dr. Gearloose!” Boyd, chipper as ever, entered the lab and bounced up to Gyro’s workstation. He was a bundle of energy, reminiscent of the blue and pink children. His hands darted around him like a hummingbird, never quite staying in one place long enough for Gyro’s tired brain to process. After a minute of unconsciously trying to watch and comprehend it, Gyro glanced away and rubbed at his forehead under his glasses while Boyd greeted Gadget with the same enthusiasm.

Wait. Was it really enthusiasm?

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Gyro watched carefully as Boyd flitted around Gadget, mentally comparing his movements and stims with what he knew of happy Boyd. And yes. It was off.

Gadget packed up, and Gyro slowly but carefully placed his wrench down and turned to face Boyd, leaning against his desk in a facade of casualness.

“So.”

“Can you fix me?”

Gyro pinches the bridge of his nose. “What did you do?”

Boyd clasps his hands nervously in front of him. “No. No. Nothing! I just… I know how I’m supposed to feel, but I don’t feel like that! So I must be broken!”

Gyro stares at Boyd like he’s grown a second head —- which, with Gyro’s robotics, is actually plausible. “Pft, you’re not broken. You think you could be broken?! I made you, kid. I fixed you up after Akita tampered with you. The great Gyro Gearloose does not make mistakes.”

Manny taps something unsupportive, and Fenton and Gadget both —- purposefully badly —- hide their laughter. Gyro screeches something incomprehensible at them. It doesn’t matter what he says; the point gets across.

Boyd is still staring up at Gyro, with that hero-worship puppy-dog look in his eyes that he wears so well, and he looks so scared that Gyro’s heart twists. His body sags, and he sighs and rolls his eyes and gestures for Boyd to follow. He perks up, and is immediately at Gyro’s heels with a characteristic grin, but his hands are trembling. Did he teach himself to do that?

Gyro kneels in front of Boyd, behind his desk, and stares into his eyes. Not in a symbolic way —- if he focuses just right, he can see the circuitry in his head.

Gyro purses his lips. “Everything looks fine. I told you I don’t make mistakes.”

“But—- But Lena’s in love with Webby and Dewey’s had three crushes in the past month and I don’t feel anything like that, ever! Lena says it’s fine but she’s had one girlfriend and that worked out for her perfectly and I’m happy for her and Webby, I really am, but I don’t know how to make it work for me and it must be some sort of error in the programming and I—-I just want to be a real boy!”

“Whoa, whoa!” Gyro shoves his hands in front of him reflexively. He pulls them back, out of Boyd’s face, when he processes and realizes how overwhelming that gesture could be. Boyd buries his face in his hands. “You are a real boy.”

Boyd gives him a tiny nod and doesn’t respond. Gyro’s throat feels tight and constricting, bile building up inside. He wants to say something and break the tension and silence, but he doesn’t know what or how.

“Love isn’t everything,” he says lamely after a minute. “I didn’t fall in love until Fenton, honestly. Not for real. Della said something about ‘demiromanticism,’ whatever the hell that is, and she says Mr. McDuck is the same way, but honestly I don’t really care. I don’t need to compartmentalize and hyper-analyze every aspect of myself that way. But if you want to, you could talk to her. Or the red nephew. He’d know.”

It’s weird, being this open and honest about his thoughts and feelings that aren’t inventions and blueprints. A part of Gyro is screaming at himself to close, shutter the windows and pull the walls back up and raise the prickly spikes to defend against anyone who dares get close. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, really.

Strike that. He knows why. It’s Boyd . He’ll do anything to bring that kid’s sunny disposition back. And he knows why he’ll do that, too.

“Demiromanticism?” Boyd places a finger on his chin and tilts his head ever so carefully to the side, testing out the feel of the word. “What’s that?”

Gyro shrugs lazily. “I dunno. Some fancy way of saying I only want a relationship with people who get close to me. Which is a very exclusive circle.”

Boyd pauses. Blinks. Gyro can nearly see the wheels turning in his head. “If there’s a term for that, do you think… there’s a term for going all the way? A term for never wanting a relationship?”

Gyro raises his eyebrows. “Probably.” He reaches for his phone. Boyd could search for it in his internal search engine (proudly programmed by Gyro two months ago, since search engines didn’t exist twenty years ago, but for the record if he had thought of it Akita hadn’t had him on such a tight schedule he could have done it. For the record.)

“Aromanticism,” Gyro muses, reading out loud. “The lack of romantic attraction. Does that sound about right?”

“Hmm,” Boyd puts his finger to his chin again. “It fits! I like it!”

Gyro smiles, that soft and gentle smile reserved exclusively for Boyd (and Fenton, sometimes). “Perfect. Now get out of my lab. It’s past closing time.”

Boyd sticks out his tongue, playful. “Like you care. Don’t stay up too late!”

Gyro just smiles in response and resolves himself to not make any promises he won’t keep.

Boyd gives him a quick, tight hug goodbye. He always gives hugs, to say hello and goodbye and everything inbetween, and Gyro is never quite prepared for them, although he certainly doesn’t mind them. Gyro isn’t very comfortable with touch or affection in general when it doesn’t come from a select few people, but he never protests. Boyd is one of those “select few people”.

If today’s hug is a bit tighter and longer than usual (but still brief, since Boyd knows well how Gyro clams up with physical affection, even if it’s from him, and he respects that), neither Boyd nor Gyro say a word.

Boyd says his goodbyes to the rest of Team Science (Gadget is long gone by now) and skips out of the room. “I can’t wait to tell Huey about this! He probably knows all about aromanticism! It’s probably in his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook!”

Gyro leans against his desk, the cuffs of his shirt catching on the corners. “You do that, kid.”

“And Lena! She’ll be happy to know I figured it out, even if she won’t say so!” Boyd chirps. “Thanks, Dr. Gearloose!”

Gyro’s wry smile turns into something monumentally more sincere and real. “No problem, kid.”

The elevator dings and Boyd is gone. Gyro used to revel in the lab’s silence, but even with the background noise of Fenton, Manny, and Lil’ Bulb tinkering away at their respective projects (and decidedly not saying anything), it feels uncomfortably quiet without Boyd’s incessant chatter.

He hums softly to himself and picks up his phone to call Della before she hears about this from Huey and berates him for not telling her right away. He puts on a new pot of coffee for when he comes back, and lets Fenton know he’s going on his break.

“You know the workday technically ended half an hour ago, right? You don’t need me to clock you out,” Fenton replies, grinning. He can read Gyro like a book.

Gyro rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath, but waves his former intern off.

As he walks out, he pictures Boyd. He would be sitting in the limo, brimming with excitement, tapping his fingers eagerly on his legs with barely contained enthusiasm. Launchpad picked him up for a sleepover at Mr. McDuck’s, so by this point he should be almost home. He’ll burst into the mansion and spill his discovery to Huey before he catches his breath, and he, Huey, Webby, and Violet will make a board and a list of thoughts and information on aromanticism while Dewey tries to catch popcorn in his mouth and Lena and Louie add snarky comments. They’ll all chime in with their own experiences and eat lots of sugary snacks until they eventually fall asleep in a pile of pillows and blankets and each other on the living room couch. Boyd will come into the lab on Monday and tell him all about it, and maybe Huey will as well.

Gyro smiles fondly to himself as he steps into the hallway outside of the lab and leans against the wall, pulling up Della’s contact on his phone. The tab on aromanticism is still open on his phone, and he scrolls through it idly, taking note of all the information and how it could relate to Boyd.

He’s not fit for this role in Boyd’s life. But he loves Boyd, so he’ll do his best. And Dr. Gyro Gearloose’s best is a feat they tell tales of.

Across town, in the mansion, sitting on her sleeping bag in her pajamas and sneaking handfuls of gummy bears behind Violet’s watchful eye, Lena shares a similar sentiment. Boyd explains what he’s learned, bursting with excited energy in the form of overenthusiastic gestures, and Lena wonders why this little, enthusiastic kid decided to choose her as a sister figure.

But she’s not complaining.

Lena sneaks another handful of gummies and wraps her arm around Webby, who makes a bright, contented sound and snuggles into her side. No, she’s definitely not complaining.

~

i wrote this almost a year ago actually, for the Because We're Family LGBTQuaranzine! (@ducktaleslgbtquaranzine) This is a nonprofit pay-what-you-want zine, with all of the money going to DirectRelief, a charity dedicated to Covid relief in countries that have been hit hard by it. I had a lot of fun working on this zine and this particular piece, and I worked with a lot of great people. The zine is chock-full of amazing pieces and really talented, skilled people, and all the proceeds go to a reputable cause. I cannot recommend it enough!

this piece is pretty close to my heart because it encompasses a lot of my favorite things - weblena, lena & boyd friendship (they have SO many parallels i think they would get along so well!), and gyro being a father to boyd! in all honesty, this was my very first zine and i was really nervous, but i had so much fun writing this and i'm grateful it was such a good experience!

a lot of boyd's confusion about aromanticism is taken straight from my self-realization process. that's some good ole projection, baybee! i didn't have anyone like huey, but it's certainly difficult to figure out what romantic love really is and how that affects you and your relationships. it's like a puzzle. it's not explicitly mentioned in the fic, but i'm autistic, and boyd is pretty heavily autistic-coded (and god i could go on for hours about that, and i have before, but i'll spare you all the tangent, although i'll happily talk about it if you want me to), which adds this whole other obstacle when figuring out aromanticism, because we struggle with social relationships and fitting them in boxes. sometimes labels feel really comforting and satisfactory, but sometimes it's a real puzzle to fit into these boxes that weren't always made for us. sometimes they fit, and sometimes they don't. it was pretty fun exploring that from a slightly different perspective, as well as putting some of my own thoughts and experiences into words.

if you ever wanna talk ducktales, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here or on my twitter! thank you for reading, and please leave a like/reblog/comment (i read tags) if you enjoyed it!

[ask-dbd-laurie-strode]

I understand if this comes off as a stupid question but... what do you think of each killer? I can safely assume you have a hatred for Michael, but what about the others?

“That… I don’t even know how to respond to this…”Laurie paused, her face set with a world weary resignation to it. “They’re all.…all of them are horrible. Serving the beast… the spider of darkness, like its their god…and we… their lambs for the slaughter.” She paused, a brief shudder passing through her..…“Michael… I hate him. I will always hate him the most. What he did to me. What he did to my friends…” Laurie clenched her fists, fury weighing her words with venom, “He is pure evil… doesn’t have reason for what he is… but I will say… I am wary of his tricks.” A smirk, an expression rare to see on Laurie’s face, briefly darkened the edges of her mouth. “That bastard.…he isn’t so tough… I’ve learned his tricks… The Obsession gives me that… gives me an advantage…” The vehement smirk was gone in an instant, Laurie blinked several times, as though awakening from a bad dream. “.…” “Out of all the killers. The worst to deal with is probably the Doctor. He’s literally so terrifying that we can’t stop his… his static from prying behind our skulls and pulling our brains apart.” “Worse yet.…out of all the killers, he seems to enjoy hunting us the most. And sometimes… you can just… tell that he… ugh…” Laurie’s face scrunched in disgust at the mere thought. “It’s disgusting… like he gets off on injuring us.” Laurie’s eyes slowly drained of light, “He… he knows… how to bring the past back, how to wrench us into our worst moments and make us scream…make us feel true terror like no other…” Laurie wordlessly wiped her eyes for a moment, the hint of tears reddening her face slightly. “He also never shuts up… I can tell you that it was quite shocking when I first heard him speak… it’s quite horrifying… the things he says.” “The Trapper.…god, he’s almost as bad as the Doctor… he’s always brutal. Never have I ever seen him hesitate to injure or hook us. Even with my Obsession effecting him, he doesn’t flinch to go in for the kill…” “Also… there’s something about him… he looks like he has been tortured… but his actions… he might be forced to do it… but after all this time… he’s lost all humanity, all hope… he’s resigned to satiating the beast…”"I feel so bad for Dwight… he was all alone with that one for the longest time… all alone, on that damned coal mine, not knowing what to do, or what was happening… it breaks my heart thinking about how scared he must have been… how alone he felt and how hopeless it was when that horrid grin was closing in…” Laurie momentarily glanced about, Dwight wasn’t nearby… had he been, she might’ve hugged him.

“The woman with the Rabbit mask… ‘The Huntress…’ she’s so human… it’s bizarre… I remember when I first ran into her, I was stricken by how… alive she was. Compared to the other killers… she seems to have most of her original self intact… that’s not necessarily good though… She seems to really enjoy hunting us… taunting with her hatchets before going in for the kill…” “I.…I remember the first time… I don’t understand how or why, but I should’ve been dead. That Hatchet hit me square in the back… I feel like it should’ve gone through me… that’s how hard it hit me… how deep the wound was…kinda odd to focus on… but its just another way of knowing this world isn’t like home… no amount of bodily damage can apparently kill us unless the Entity allows it…” A far off look overtook Laurie’s eyes, giving a soft, almost wistful edge to her voice as she spoke up again.“The way she sings… it’s haunting… almost like she’s looking for something… but whatever it is she is looking for… I doubt she’ll ever find it.”

“The Cannibal… he seems… scared… no, he is, he’s terrified. He’s so afraid… that sometimes… sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he’d do this to us if he had to…” Laurie paused, biting her lip as she did so, before continuing.  “He.…wears our faces… he’s as horrible as all the others… and he isn’t shy about giving us a run-through with that horrible chainsaw… but… I don’t know… I’ve heard him crying… like a small child whose just so lost and can’t find their way…” “When he sees me… he reacts with a sort of… hurried panic. As though losing sight would be the end of the world… so Naturally I am usually in trouble if he finds me.” The ashen-blonde gripped herself in discomfort, a worried grimace on her face, “He… actually is kind of… odd about it when he catches me. As though… ugh… I know… I KNOW it’s that stupid Obsession…” Laurie let out a frustrated sigh. The Nurse.…she’s one of the more unpredictable ones… And I don’t just mean because she can be on top of you in the blink of an eye…" “She…has a weird habit of sort of hesitating, like she is upset… and she also… well. She was one of the first ones I’ve ever heard speak… I didn’t even think they could talk… but she spoke to Nea before… and…” Laurie clenched her jaw, “…And once… she was able to just kill us, no need for hooks… she floated up onto me… held me down, I remember just staring at that filthy bag… could see her lips moving through the cloth…”’You… I will… huuuunghhhh… I will saaaaaaave you… it… it will be okay… child…’ “…she.…she has a strange idea of what saving is… or maybe… maybe it’s better to die? Maybe better to be killed by them… instead of being carried away by the spider?” “In any case… she usually kills us all. Almost every time with no trouble… it’s always a nightmare against her.”

“The Hag… Ace had been in many trials with her before… so when he came by, he knew what to do. He helped us prepare… but even so… every trail with that creature is a constant pull and tug…” “She curses us, every single time, and the moment we realize it, we know it will be bad…”  “When she gets her special ”free-meal“ ability, its even worse… she’ll literally start tearing us apart… shoving our flesh and organs into her gaping maw…”“She’s hungry… so hungry and so willing to hurt us for our blood.”  Laurie paused, “However… she’s really slow… so it’s sometimes easy to lose her… but she makes up for that by herding us into those weird mud drawings… I can’t tell you how bizarre it is… feeling the whole world rip you on its axis and staring those creepy mud monsters in the eyes… It’s not something you forget… or ever get used to…” “The Hillbilly.…every time I start a trial, I usually end up catching sight of that hunched-over aura… and immediately… he uses that unholy chainsaw to run straight over and dig it straight into my flesh…” Laurie suppressed a shudder, gripping her arm at the mere thought… “It never fails… I always end up accidentally glimpsing him… at the worst moments… and he runs straight over… happens with the Nurse too… and other killers… but that one… He is driven by something… a rage that never dies.” “He’s like the Trapper… holds no hesitation in his pursuit… and the Obsession actually seems to make him even more furious… every trail against him is nerve wracking because you hear that saw rev, and you have no clue which side he might come from… "Ugh.…the Wraith… now that one… is always a problem for me…” “He can turn invisible… and when he does… my perk… the Object of Obsession… it activates with him even though he’s so close… so He’ll usually see me when I’m trying to look for a way to escape…” “When he catches a scent… he never loses you…so… I’m kinda screwed unless…”  Laurie paused.…she didn’t even want to think it… but the thought pushed in…’Unless everyone else is dead… of course…’“…” “He kills me probably the most… alongside the Nurse… I just can’t hide from him…” Laurie shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with continuing… “Well.…that leaves the newest one… Fred Kreuger. The Nightmare… that disgusting… horrible man… He’s right there with the Doctor… he relishes in our pain…” Laurie paused, “But… he seems sad too. Or maybe frustrated? Probably because he’s not as powerful anymore… judging by what Quentin said…” At the mention of Quentin, Laurie’s eyes immediately fell, her hands clasping themselves. “…Serves that bastard right… what he did to Quentin… to those children… what he says to me in trials…” Her hands were trembling now. ’You’re special.…aren’t you, sweetie?’ Laurie gripped her fist, “He… he undermines most of my abilities… I’ve been trapped with him… quite a few times because of it…” ’You’re different from her… but… there’s something… heh-huh-heh…’ “Well.…there you have it. They are all horrible, unstoppable monsters…”

[flamboyant-king]

I just woke up from a sort of nightmare amd my eyes are sill adjusting so sorry for all the spelling mistskes i am still half asleep but i gotta writie it cause i dont wanna go back to aleep

For context, i just saved all the fab fairies in miitopia.

So the start of the dream starts with me as eli and the fairies going shopping for snacks to prepare for the adventure. Outta nowhere we get a hint of whats to come in the game in the shopping cart. (Since we cant read in our dreams apparently ill write what i vaguely remember)

“All is fine

But soon change will come

True selves will begin to show

But they cant help it

You can

By your left and your right hands

You can come together and shake them to their senses”

So we had a miitopia style fight in a Meijers. So one by one the fairies eyes turned black with red pupils like what happens in the game when youre turned mean. The caption even showed “their heart waves and their true self shows” in my party were the three fairies, and three random miis. One on the left one on the right. Eli couldnt do much damage but the two on thesides could. So i just let them do their thing until the fkairies were weaker.

I dont remmeber what happened but all four miis on my team fused steven universe style and maade like a terrifying flower creature who made computer noises. (I think the point of view of the fight was my ds screen cause the sound came out shitty pfff) so this big fusion takes out the first two fairies and on the last one only took out one point at a time for dramatic effect

When all the fab fairies got back to normal the doors of the meijers unlocked and we finished paying for our snacks.

I walk out and im myself again.i go to the car and all my friends in high schoolare in the van. We go to a gas station first. Apparently, were going on a road trip to our filipino friends cottage...so the auntie is in the car too. I go into the gas station and suddenly its a kroger with a cafeteria inside but still a gast station. I look around for morr snacks. I come across a bin full of anime plushies. Attack on titan plushies, video game plushies, and eli? There were a bunch of mii eli plushies in that bin. I didnt know if i should be grateful plushie eli exists or horrified because plush eli exists. THis either meant i made eli famous enough for factories to create plushies, or eli already existed without my knowing and is actually quite famous.

One of my friends comes up to me and asks me whats up. I tell her this eli plushie is of a character i have that saveed the world. And she had a glazed look in her eye and told me that she “was there.”  Iwas like “okaaay” and made my wzy to the kroger cafeteria and each of my friends suddenly sorked therr but each store served only one kind of food. I went to the milk, bread stcik, and spaghetti statio nand only got like one fourth of a portion hoping to get a discount. Ezch fried i talked to at the stand got glazed looks in their eyes when i brough up eli and how we saved the world together. They all said they wree there.

I went to go sit at a table but i ended up at a dining room table at what is supposed ot be my friendd house. We were preparing for a road trip but they had to set up their computers, all six of them. There were two left and it had Photoshop open. We were trying to edit johnny onto a flower to look like miitopia johnny pff. I somehow fucked up and everythi was turning into gifs and black and red. My friend shoved me out of the way saying “this was the problem i was trying to fix. Get out i need some alone time with this”

I backed off and went outside. Outside was a tennis court. I dont know what happened but i walked up to one of the players and it was my bully, he became a tennis tutor to stay off drugs again. We started talking about wages, jobs, and keeping clean. Also talked about how long its been and i almost said that i missed him.

Suddenly my brother and his family are behind us. I turn to look at them and the scene transitioned to in a garage read to go on a road trip. They were preparing the truck. They talked to me about wages and how much money people make money these days and they said there is a solution for that.

Out road trip took our entire family to springfield...kinda. We went to a simpsoons museum. Stuff happened and we unleashed a great force from the museum. Simpsons hitler and anime elsa were released from within and they took over the government in mere seconds.

Their first order of business was to cut down on jobs to raise the wages. So they started a somewhat purge. We had ten minutes to run before the people with guns have at it. I was with my parents but somehow my mom could run. She couldnt keep up with me so i prayed for her. I ran super fast and was somewhat agile in my dream. When we got to a big jump i just thought to myself “im sorry mom i cant help you. I love you.” I kept running until i reache d ahotel. I saw that my parents kept up. I was surprised and relieved.

Since mom was big i had to find a good hiding place for her. We ran to near the top floors of this luxury casino and hotel. We werent the only ones there. I tried closets and hotel rooms to look for a place for her to hide. We just needed to hide until the first wave of massacre was done. All the rooms in this place were dumb. The rooms were narrow hallways with two doors on both sides. Thats no good for hiding what a terrible idea. I kept running aroudn the 8th floor looking for something but i hear people screaming.

A blonde woman makes it up the stairs from the casino. Everyone didnt have a good hiding okace so they hid behind the couch,but they peeked out from behind them to see . The woman announced,

“Im the only one taking care of this area. My contract says i should kill 116 of you for this hotel to strive. I already took out most of it so consider a lot of you lucky.” After she finished, a couple of dudes in large scary masks came out of nowhere and ahe headshot them. She told us that we were all very lucky. I see near her are my parents still waiting. I run stealthily towards them. I was just thinking, “maybe with my usual adhd abilities i can distracr the bad guys like i usually do in my dreams” i run over unseen and slide by my dad dramatically. The lady turns around and points a gun at dad.

He shits himself. Oh sorry. He diarrheas himself.

The woman lowers the gun and starts laughing. I laugh along because maybe this will let us off. She tells dad hes a funny man and points the gun at mom. Im shaken but mom works her motherly magic and touches a chord in the lady’s heart. (I wasnt listening but mom talked to the woman for a while and the woman started crying and laid in her lap)

the woman gets something from the clipboard shes holding and hands it to dad. It was a piece of paper. A sort of doctors note. It says:

“This letter excuses the receiver and their family from the purge. Allow them towards the safe zone.”

There was also a riddle that takes up the whole bottom of the page. Apparently we have to go through a troll den or something and read them this riddle. The blonde woman waves us off and proceeds to shoot people.

So my parents and i are outside the hotel and its empty. We walk towards nothing and i decided “this is gonna take too long of a journey sooooo”

I woke up...at 5 am..there was still much adventure to have but i guess dream self was too exhausted pfff