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zombieefish · 13 days ago

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bryce's ZEEVERSE FICS!!

we're here. you're here. im here. welcome to my house of horrors [ive probably missed like twenty.. ill add them tomorrow.. and i will be making an inanimate insanity version of this..]

FANTASY AU CONTENT ↓

– – –

a typical morning.

The blonde gazed around the town, He walked down the muddy path, as townsfolk roamed around stalls, the sound of chatter filling his ears — it was lively, as usual. Scroll couldn't imagine it being any different, as children ran past him with sticks in hand.

"Good morning, Scroll!" Notebook would give him a smile, as her braids would flow in the breeze. Notebook was out today, selling baked bread — business seemed to be booming. Scroll looked up, reciprocating the smile, giving her a wave.

"Morning to you, Notebook. Good day, I assume?" He'd lean against her stall, making sure he didn't knock it over. He'd just feel bad if he did, and she'd probably be a little upset knowing her freshly baked bread was on the ground.

"Ah, you know how it is.. the same as always," She'd begin to put a bit of bread in a bag, before tying it up and handing it over to Scroll.

"How much do I owe you?"

"That'll be.. four gold, if you don't mind." She smiled once again, putting Scroll at ease. He gave her the exact amount of gold, nodding as a way to say thank you. He took the bread, continuing down the muddy path.

Once he was out of the bakery, he took a bite of his bread, enjoying the taste. The bread was light and fluffy, and the flavor was delicious. He walked deeper into the village, deciding to explore for a bit before he resumed his mission.

He noticed that some the people here were still giving him nasty stares, as if they were afraid of him. It was rather unsettling, and he couldn't help but wonder what was causing it. He decided to ignore the stares and continue exploring, hoping to find something that would kill time.

"Gah.. I need to find something to do around here.." Scroll muttered to himself, fiddling about with his hands. He did that a lot, especially when stressed. His arrows lay against his back, as he'd stop in the middle of the woods.

There were some children who were building a den — kids being kids, you could say. Scroll smiled to himself, before a stick came flying in his direction, hitting him square in the face. It definitely hurt more than he thought it would.

"Sorry, sir!" A small voice would chirp out, stopping in front of Scroll with a little frown. They didn't mean to hit him with the stick.

"Ah, no worries.. just be careful next time. You never know what you could hit in these woods, heh." He'd awkwardly chuckle, scratching the back of his neck — giving a sheepish smile. The child smiled back, apologising once more.

Just average village days.

– ★ —

hurt

— ★ —

She was in her medic office. TV normally tended to knights or villagers who had been injured badly, and today, Sharpie was one of them.

Sharpie had been in the forest. He was wounded badly, but was too stubborn to admit it and go to the witch. He was sat there, a small pool of blood next to him as he just sat there, slumped up by a tree.

He stared into the darkness.

"Gah.. this is what I get for trying with orcs.." He grunted, sparkles from the air falling onto his outfit — that must've been TV.

"Sharpie, you imbecile. Don't you know orcs aren't friendly?" She'd groan, as her broonstick hit the ground — her stuff in a satchel she carried around.

"Hey, I may be an imbecile, but I was born with a pretty face." He winked at her, before coughing out blood, wincing.

"Shut up, stop talking." She frowned, turning his head. Her hands would pry at his clothes, starting to take off his shirt.

The wound wasn't too bad. She could heal it with her magic, but it would take a lot out of her. Then again, this was a man she loved.

She shut her eyes, placing her bare hands against his chest, before whispering a small spell under her breath. The wound slowly began to heal, and Sharpie felt relieved from his pain. It was still there, but it felt better, thanks to his girlfriend.

"Gorgeous." He took her hands, and planted a small kiss. That's probably the most gentlemanly thing he'd done all week..

"I know I'm gorgeous. Don't need to tell me twice." TV rolled her eyes, removing her hands from his, before giving him his shirt back.

They had a long ride back.

— ★ —

don't do it for me (or, a sequel to hurt.. up to you i guess)

He lay against the trunk of the tree, coughing out what only could be the obvious – blood. It splattered all over his clothes and arms, as he looked down at the wound in his chest. How could he be so stupid, so naive? Now, he probably had her worried.

But it was for her. He did it for her – simply because he loved her.

"Great job, Sharpie.." He muttered to himself, his head laid against the tree trunk, sighing with as much energy as he could muster up.

His arms grasped the grass below him, breathing heavily – was this what it was like to be on the verge of death? He wasn't exactly sure.

"Sharpie? Sharpie!" A voice would call out into the woods, his eyes glancing to the side. He couldn't see anyone, but he could hear.

Footsteps would soon approach, the faint sound of a gasp being heard. Sharpie averted his gaze to face the person, and it was none other than her.

Ahem, TV.

A shrill, high-pitched cry would pierce through the silence of the woods, as she fell to her knees almost instantly, clutching at his stained shirt. Agony was the only thing she could feel. She knew he wasn't dead, but it still crashed through her heart like a train, as she began to mumble and scold.

"What is wrong with you? Do you know how late it is?!" She yelled right in his face, and all he could do was muster up a weak smile in response. Her yells were like a song he'd heard countless times, yet he still replayed it in his head.

He shook his head.

"You already had a broken arm, yet you still choose to come out here, with nothing? I told you that–" He cut her off almost instantly, looking at her with a blank expression.

"I had to, what else was I supposed to do? Just let them snatch your wand like it was theirs?" He'd mumble out, coughing out more blood in the process.

"Sharpie, you listen to me." She narrowed her eyes at him, grabbing his shirt like her life depended on it – looking him in the eye.

"Don't you ever think you must do something for MY sake." TV didn't want to admit it to herself, but she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

No, she thought – shaking her head to dismiss them.

"But I.. I have to. I love you." He coughed out, his shoulders slumping downwards, as he felt weaker by the second, attempting to lift a hand to touch her cheek.

"No, no you don't.. you don't have to do anything for me. You're already enough." Her forehead would soon press against her partners, and she felt his hand touch her cheek – and she did the same.

Was he crying?

He was, and now she was. They were crying together.

"You need to stop getting hurt.. What are you gonna do if I can't heal you?" She would speak through her faint cries, not wanting to let go.

"I'll be fine."

"I don't want you to end up like.. nevermind. Just.. be careful, okay? I love you, and I can't lose someone else." TV said quietly, before taking hold of his hands, slowly chanting out healing spells she knew by memory. It would take a while to come into effect, but she knew it would work.

Or, so she hoped.

"Love you too," He leaned his head back against the tree trunk, breathing quietly through his mouth.

– ★ –

GENERAL FICS

– – –

GLOBE X POT

"Great."

With the fall season approaching, Pot and Globe only found it natrual to a little bit of some cleaning around the house. It would have been typical to say that the place was spotless, that nothing had been disturbed, organised from head to toe.

But that would just be a lie. A fib.

"Hey, Pot?" Globe called out from the doorway for what seemed to be the fifth time, but it was only the first. She held a cloth in one hand, spray bottle in the other.

She furrowed her brow at the lack of response, muttering something under her breath — before beginning to walk down the hallway, her feet making light creaks against the wooden floors.

Globe opened the door closest, and huffed at the sight before her. She spotted a few large cardboard boxes by the window, along with a few miscellaneous items on the bedside table. Amongst all the clutter, her spouse was crouched on the ground with his back turned to her, pulling clothes out from beneath the bed.

"So that's where my sweater went." She'd hum, setting the cloth and spray bottle down on the desk next to her, before draping her arms around Pot. Pot would jolt in response, turning her head around quickly out of fear, as if it wasn't just them in the apartment.

"Geez, give me some warning at least.." They'd sigh with relief, heart still pounding from the slight scare from before.

"Sorry — I got used to doing that," Globe awkwardly chuckled, before glancing at the two piles of clothing. "What's the clothing for, and why are they in piles?"

"Ah.. deciding on clothes I'd like to keep, and clothes that I can give away." They would shrug, throwing a pair of shorts into one of the piles.

"Hardworker, I see.. I've only cleared up part of the kitchen." Globe would huff, leaning against the wall to support her body. Cleaning was a tedious task — but they usually did it together to get things done quicker, and it worked like a charm.

Though, they never really decided on who did the attic.. it was something they both didn't want to deal with, especially not with how dark is was.

It gives them the chills.

Globe sat down on the floor, crossing her legs. She'd pull a cardboard box next to her side, starting to put in the clothes that were going to be given away inside. They all appeared to be a bit tacky, for Globe's taste anyway — but she wasn't going to make a fuss, as they were Pot's old clothing and not hers.

While the process was a bit repetitive, it got the job done. Pot handled the clothes that were being kept, and soon enough, they had finished in no time.

They lay down on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling fan. Who knew sorting clothes could tire out a person so quickly? He'd let his fingers trail over to Globe's, their fingers locking together in a moment of comfort. Globe turned her head to look at the other, slowly smiling at her partner.

Pot would reciprocate the smile, looking into her eyes – she was so pretty. The prettiest girl there ever was.

"Love you," She said to Globe, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Love you too."

As sweet as it was, there was no time for getting sidetracked by romance. They had a house to clean.

– – –

TAFFY X ACID

Rain pounded against the windows, like you would a drum – every now and then there would be a flash, lighting up the dark room, and a few seconds later, the sound of a loud boom which came from thunder.

Acid flinched at the sound, sinking further into his pillows. The door opened gently, and the familiar face of Taffy stepped into the room. He didn't bother to look around, as he noticed Acid under the covers.

"Acid." His voice trailed throughout the room, eventually reaching the latter under the covers.

"I'm not here," Acid mutteted, the sound of thunder booming outside once more, another flash of light appearing, before disappearing once again.

Taffy scoffed with amusement, pulling the blanket off his head — being met with the trembling face of Acid.

"Clearly, you're right here." He'd sit next to the other, placing a hand on his back — slowly beginning to rub up and down.

Acid flinched at the thunder once more, the crashing making him shake in his boots. Taffy sighed, taking note of his reaction.

"Do you want.. erm, company?"

...

"Yes." He said quietly, scooching closer to Taffy, curling into his side. Taffy would wrap his arm around Acid's shoulders, making sure he was alright. Acid felt a little safer being in his arms. He knew that it was a little childish to be scared of thunder, but.. he couldn't help it.

Taffy would glance down at the other, squeezing him a little tighter. Taffy didn't want to admit it, but it felt nice.

Just them, together in a blanket. The weather may have been horrible, but it didn't mean that they couldn't sit here intertwined.

It was wonderful.

– – –

.. just mug.

Mug woke up.

He brushed his teeth.

He showered.

He ate.

He slept.

It reapeated every day for at least a few months. But now that he was home, things could be a little bit different. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, fighting the urge to hit the snooze button and stay in bed — not the first time it had happened.

He'd sit up, stretching his arms and letting out a yawn, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

Into the bathroom.

He'd grab his toothbrush, squirting some coconut flavoured toothpaste, beginninf to brush quickly, before spitting it out and rinsing his mouth.

Mug walked into the kitchen, staring at the photo frame.

Globe. It was a cracked photo frame of Globe. They weren't dating anymore, but he happened to keep it. Incase he saw her again.

If it ever happened.

Mug woke up.

He brushed his teeth.

He ate.

He slept.

What did this all mean?

– – –

LOTION X DEBIT CARD

Debit Card would put on his gloves, which matched with everything else he put on — a nice shade of pink, just like his coat.

"Well, get home safely – wouldn't want you to get caught up in the snow." Lotion would hum out, holding a hot mug full of coffee in her hands, fingers wrapped around the item gently.

"Yeah, yeah.. I'm gonna be fine, you worry about yourself. The snow isn't gonna ruin a pretty face like mine, you know " He'd dismiss it with a wave, moving to open the front door.

Snow.

Snow which went up to their hips covered the front door, and Debit Card would purse his lips in annoyance. "Well, looks like I'll be staying the night." He began to remove his coat, throwing it to the ground and moving on to the rest of his outdoor wear.

"Oh, um, yeah– that's fine." She nodded, bringing the mug up to her lips and taking a healthy sip of her coffee. She didn't mind having him stick around.

"Oh, Lotion.. whatever shall we do, now that we're snowed in together? I suppose this is how we live our lives for the rest of our time on earth," The dramatics had began, and he would fall back into her chest with the intent of her catching him – which she did with one hand.

"I don't know, Debi, what shall we do?" A laugh began to pour out of her lips, turning into a small, hearty chuckle. He could be so much sometimes, it was endearing.

"Well, I could find a mistress.. but I believe she's right here." He poked her nose, looking up at her. She rolled her eyes at the gesture, setting her mug down on the table near the front door.

"Is that so? This mistress is telling you to get your behind off her chest, and sit down in the living room." He wasn't the only one who could pull out the dramatic card – she had the capability of doing so when needed.

Debit Card would huff, pulling himself off of her chest, soon trotting away to the living room in mock defeat. If he can't get his mistress to share one kiss, what use is that?

Lotion followed behind, smiling to herself. He was such a dork, it was cute. But he'd have to figure out how to earn that kiss one way or another.

And it certainly wasn't by using the dramatics.

– – –

RAPIER X BRIEFCASE

Briefcase looks into Rapiers eyes, before the pair would turn back to continue decorating their respective gingerbread houses – it seemed childish, but it wasn't harming anyone to have a little festive fun here and there, was it?

She turns to look at his side to see how far along he had gotten, taking note of the fact that his gingerbread house was almost complete, although, the frosting wasn't as nearly as precise as hers was – she looks up to see the same look he wears when focused, and snaps her head back down to fill in the gaps of her own little house with a small smile.

"I can see you looking at me, dear." He'd say into the air, sticking his tongue out due to being so into the decorating spirit – trying to keep himself from getting distracted.

"You missed a spot." She hummed, noticing the empty part of the roof out of the corner of her eye. His gaze soon lingers over to look at her, shifting up and down continuously. To her face, then her hands. He can't stop staring – he knew she was beautiful, but man, he was lucky.

"Ah.. I suppose I did leave out a part of the roof." Rapier would begin to chuckle quietly, and soon enough, Briefcase quietly joined in. Her laughter filled his ears fairly quickly, like the hymn of an angel – it was divine.

She soon smiles once more.

Such a childish activity, yet they found comfort in it.

Two gingerbread houses which represent themselves.

– – –

CASPIAN X RYE.. and finn.. [ ONE ]

She's not entirely sure who she's supposed to be looking at.

They didn't usually stop by places like this after work – but Caspian and his dumb friend Finn insisted that they had a little get together, since Rye didn't know Finn that well, and they didn't know Rye.

The karaoke bar tended to have good people inside, and of course, karaoke. Sure, you could always just sing at home, but the thrill of an audience was what made the experience even better for some.

Rye wasn't amused by the idea – getting flat out drunk and yelling into a microphone? That's not his type of night out, and was more of the scene her roommate preffered.

Why would this even be a good idea?

"This is stupid," Rye muttered under xeir breath, slumping down in the chair they were in. "-can't believe I let them talk me into this."

Caspians voice was so, so, irritating – couldn't he sing a song that was in his rage, for the love of fuck?

"Dude, sing a song that doesn't make you sound like a moron." Finn would stiffle back a chuckle, having to cover their mouth with a hand.

Rye nodded in mild agreement.

"Piss off, the pair of ya." Caspian scoffed, the song finishing up – meaning it was now somebody else's turn to go up and sing a song to their hearts content.

The longer it went on, the more Rye wanted to leave. Caspian and Finn were shit at this – and to be honest, so was Rye.

He wasn't keen on singing, but it couldn't hurt to give it a go, right? They'd lift themselves up from where they sat, taking the microphone off Caspian – who had been singing for way too long, despite Finn being before him – Rye would stare at the screen, squinting at the words.

'Lay All Your Love On Me' would show up on the screen, the intro beginning to blast through the speakers.

Okay, an ABBA song. Rye was familiar with their songs, so there wouldn't be much of a problem getting this one done – well, if those two behind xem didn't cause any trouble in the process.

Listening to his roommate sing made his ears happy – he'd glance over towards Finn, who had also looked over at him.

"Dibs." Finn would hiss, narrowing their eyes.

"Oh, shut up. I called dibs ages ago – they've taken my shirt off with xeir teeth." He'd respond, elbowing them lightly.

"Doesn't mean shit." They turned their gaze back to the other in front of them, foot kicking Caspian near the ankles. The song was finished.. halfway through, to be specific. Xey'd given up at that point and just wanted to go home. These two were insufferable enough.

"I'm done. Let's go." Rye would mutter, arms crossed.

"Oi, wait! We can't leave without doing a group song, can we?" Finn would bring the idea to light, and Caspian would agree, standing up.

"Finnster is right. We gotta end it with a big kaboom, like.. a grand finale, or some shit like that." He'd shrug his shoulders, glancing at the screen for a brief second.

"I know exactly what song."

I guess they'd be here a little longer than expected.

– – –

CASPIAN X RYE [ TWO ]

Rye would enter through the front door, closing it behind her – having the slightest bit of decency to close it quietly, in case Caspian was asleep.

Not that she cared, no.

The lights were off, so they assumed he wasnt awake at this time – it was around eleven o'clock, but it didnt mean Caspian wouldn't take the time out of his day to stay up later than he should've.

We're talking about Caspian. Like he'd go to bed early.

He'd proceed down the hall, seeing the light to xeir room was on. When they left the house, it wasn't on before – and Caspian was asleep then. Rye reached out a hand, pushing the door open – only to be met with xeir roommate on the bed, doing god knows what.

"Sup, fuckface." He flashed them a grin, cigarette in hand. He knew how much she hated the smell of smoke, and cigarettes in general, so this was a new way of angering her.

Caspian could see the irritation written all over Rye's face from where he lay. From his shoes on the bed, to the cigarette.

"Get off my bed." Rye would furrow his brow, holding back a few obscene words – their bag hitting the floor with a light thud. They weren't pleased to see him.

"Suck it, loser. You know you want me in your bed." He would scoff, his free hand giving his roommate the middle finger in response – to show he wasn't moving anytime soon.

"I said get off." Rye would spit out, slowly moving closer to the edge of their bed – face scrunching up into a deep scowl at the boots on xeir sheets.

"Make me," he began, and leaned closer to the others face. "Or, are you scared? Scared I'm way stronger than you?" He adds, to irritate them even more.

"Listen here, smartass," Rye would grab him by the shirt, and he'd laugh right in their face. Caspian would blow smoke right into her face, making Rye cough in response.

"You were sayin'?"

He was a pain in the ass.

– – –

tbc

#none of these are beta read! woohoo!

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