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thecreatureinyourcloset · 3 days ago

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◇ Yuuki's New Club ◇

Yuuki stared at the poster in their hand. They furrowed their brow as their hand stiffened, trying not to tear the paper in frustration. Their other hand grew sweaty with fear, and the tape in that hand turned damp. Grim, Ace and Deuce simply stared. This nervousness was nothing new from Yuuki.

"Come on, Henchman, just put up the sign already!" Grim yelled causing Yuuki to drop the tape.

Yuuki groaned as they clumsily picked up the tape from the ground. "Ugh, its... it's not that simple for me, Grim! I mean, gosh... in my world, people treated me like a speck of literal dust! It's not unusual for me to not want to but myself out there. Ugh, why did Crowely even allow me to make this stupid club..."

Deuce walked to Yuuki, putting a hand on their shoulder. "Yuuki, if you need us to put up these poster for you, we can. But, just so you know, I think your club will be amazing! Whether people join or not."

Ace lightly pushed Deuce away. "Ugh, don't let them off the hook, Deuce! Yuuki should be able to do this themselves. They shouldn't be relying on us to do stuff for em! Do you remember last week when we had to give an entire presentation because Yuuki was too afraid to go up in front of the class? Or maybe when-"

"Okay! Okay! I get it, Ace..." Yuuki quickly interrupted Ace and then looked at their poster.

☆「Art Club」☆

Founded by Yuuki Kamiyama, Art Club will be for people to not only make art, but research it, learn about its origins, and come to appreciate the work that goes into making a masterpiece.

If you'd like to join, please meet Yuuki in class 1-F tomorrow immediately after school ends.

Yuuki stared at the words. Who would want to join this club? Who would want to join Yuuki? They sighed. "Do you guys think anyone would want to join this club?"

Grim, Ace and Deuce paused for a moment. Then Ace spoke up. "Of course, Yuuki. There's gotta be at least one person in this school who loves art as much as you do. I'm sure of it!"

Deuce smiled. "I agree. You'll surely find people for your club here."

Grim jumped onto Yuuki's shoulder. "Yeah! C'mon Yuuki, you gotta think positive!"

Yuuki sighed again and smiled as they brushed their hair to the side. "I sure hope you guys are right." Then, Yuuki tore a piece of tape and stuck the poster to the lunchroom wall.

"Okay, let's get out of here before I change my mind..." Yuuki quickly turned away from the poster. Ace and Deuce followed.

◇ Welcome to Art Club! ◇

Yuuki has made their very own club! In classroom 1-F, they hold Art Club.

Yuuki would love some new members! Would you be willing to join?

Rules:

Only NRC students can join!

Everyone can participate! Whether you're following me or not.

No NSFW!

You can make fanart, make cards, write fanfics, etc.

Tag me if you choose to make anything for this mini event!

If you choose to make a card, you can use these club card blanks from my good friend, trinket!

I made the club badges below and the classroom background above. Please credit me if you use them! I have made an Art Club badge for every single canon NRC dorm.

Dress Code:

All you have to do is wear your club shirt (a shirt with the club badge on it). That's it! Everything else is up to you.

I will be posting Yuuki's own club card, as well!

That's it!

If you have any questions, please ask me!

Tagging below:

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thecreatureinyourcloset · 4 days ago

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Lazy genderbent sound pit duo Anansi (@therealdeucespade oc ) + Altas

#Bro it’s lagging so bad rn #Lazy doodle #Twst oc #genderbent twst oc #pookies oc #Did this in class #Instead of my essay #I hate essays #Lin’s art

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thecreatureinyourcloset · 4 days ago

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title: with all my heart

a/n: a short and bitter little sebek fic i busted out last night. not my usual style at all, but i hope you like it, all the same.

takes place some time after book 7.

CONTENT WARNING: implied major character death, terminal heart condition, all the Diafam feels.

If any of this triggers you, please feel free to go eat something, drink water, and take a nap.

Even though Sebek was only sixteen, the doctor hadn’t bothered to sugarcoat her words. They were simplified for him, but her tone was clinical and unfeeling. For someone who had an alarming amount of stuffed animals and cheery, obviously-for-kids posters in her office, it was obvious that Dr Stuffins’ specialty was in cardiology rather than pediatrics.

He’d sat down in front of her desk, and the first thing she did was ask, “Your brothers wouldn’t be here right now, would they? The pink-haired one and the really tall one.” she added, when her first question provoked no recognition.

Sebek hiked his shoulders up in shock and shook his head wildly. “NO! No, no, of course not! I-I mean— no, they’re not here, and they’re not my—”

She tilted her head, unbothered by his sheer volume. “Oh, I’m sorry. Your friends, then?”

“They’re—” Sebek cut himself off as he realized he had no good way to word it. Lilia and Malleus weren’t his family, but he wouldn’t go so far as to call them his friends, either. He shuddered with how arrogant the mere thought of it sounded. To think someone as lowly as him could…

“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter,” she sighed, “as long as they’re not here. I doubt they’d take whatever I have to say very well.”

For somebody who's seen the prince of Briar Valley up close and personal, Dr Stuffins seemed largely unfazed by the idea of him raining hellfire upon her. She only shook her head and exhaled irritably, as if the great Malleus Draconia were just another pouty child yanking on her pristine white uniform with his grubby fingers. If there weren’t other things Sebek needed to worry about, he would’ve gotten offended on Malleus’ behalf.

Sebek crossed his arms and his ankles. “So what is it you had to say, doctor? You promised a solution to Silver’s condition, did you not?”

Dr Stuffins nodded. “I did, but I think you need a little context first…”

He narrowed his eyes. “Go on.”

She took a deep breath, suddenly looking nervous for the first time since he’d met her. “As you already know, Mr Silver’s current state is the result of being surrounded by an extraordinary amount of blot for an extended period of time. And as I understand it, your friend was also using his signature spell the whole time as well, correct?”

“You would be correct.”

Dr Stuffins put a hand to her throat as she cleared her throat. Maybe she was choking on the dense scent of detergent that seemed to plague this hospital, or maybe it was just the raw verocity of Sebek’s glare. His slitted pupils tended to unnerve other species, especially if he stared without blinking for a long time. “Well, since you and your peers were quite literally unable to wake up, Silver’s signature spell went a little farther beyond his means. But again, because he couldn’t awaken, he also couldn’t overblot… externally, anyway.”

“Overblot”. Sebek would never be able to stop the shivers he got from hearing that word. But somehow, having those last two words tacked onto it made his anxiety increase tenfold. “Externally?”

“Studies have been few, but it has been proven that internal overblots are indeed possible,” she said, suddenly pointing to a blob on the diagram. Sebek knew nothing about human biology, but he vaguely recognized the odd shape as a heart. “Without a place to go, the blot directs itself to the nearest source of magic, also known as the heart. I’ll spare you the details, but I think you can tell where I’m going with this.”

As soon as the word “heart” left her mouth, Sebek’s own came to a stop and dropped into his stomach. While a part of him knew patience was a virtue, the other part of him that was still 16-years-old wanted her to hurry it up already. Anything that could make it so Silver would squeeze back when Sebek went to hold his hand, just like he used to do when they were younger, and Sebek didn’t have to worry about things like class or species or status.

Sebek gripped the fabric of his pants tightly. He came here every morning with his school uniform on, hoping this would be the morning that Silver awoke, and Sebek would be able to yell at him for being such a heavy sleeper, Silver would apologize, and then they’d head to school like nothing happened.

But of course life can’t be so easy.

“There’s no surgery or spell in existence that can get rid of the blot once it's reached this stage,” she continued, pointing to another diagram, uncaring of Sebek’s obvious plight, “but there is a solution.”

Sebek raised his head. “What is it?”

Despite having trucked along smoothly up until now, she hesitated.

Sebek’s mind flashed to Malleus’ head slumped over his desk, no longer the proud prince he paraded around as, not even turning his head at the sounds of the other students mocking and jeering at him.

He thought of Lilia preparing a completely inedible breakfast every morning, setting out plates of rock-hard pancakes for four, knowing full-well he was setting a table for only three.

He remembered bumping into Kalim on his way to class, the heir’s smile lasting for a good three seconds before he burst into tears.

He felt an involuntary growl escape him. “I don’t care how impossible it is. I will do whatever it takes.”

Dr Stuffins looked initially taken aback by his intensity, but her gaze hardens seconds later.

“I see.” she says simply. “Very well, then. Let’s get down to it.”

Silver’s room was a sight to behold, that was for certain. As it should be, just like he deserved, but Sebek couldn't help but wonder if it was all a bit too much. He could forgive the machinery and the plastic mask attached to Silver’s face, but the rest of it…

Silver was a modest person at heart, but over the past few weeks, this room had become extremely flashy. All of the posters and magazine clippings that now made up the wallpaper are of popular bands and models Sebek was pretty sure Silver’s never heard of before. Fresh bouquets of flowers, stuffed animals, and balloons of every color were crammed onto the right side of the wall, making just enough room on the left side for visitors and Silver’s doctors. Some of it was from random students of Night Raven College that knew him — the roses, for instance, were probably Riddle’s doing — but if Sebek was being honest with himself, most of it was probably from Kalim.

Despite the huge amount of stuff, Silver’s bedside table was bare except for a photograph of him, Lilia, and Malleus, taken when Silver was around eight or so. Sebek was actually there when they took the photo, but like almost all of Silver’s childhood photographs, he was told to stand to the side while Lilia aimed his camera at his golden children. Not that Sebek begrudged him for it, of course.

It’s unfortunate, then, that Sebek was left wishing he’d been more insistent. If he’d known their time together would only last 16 years, he would’ve asked to stand by his side in more pictures. Just one last memory, just a few more seconds…

But no. Those times were long gone now.

Sebek brushed Silver’s hair out of the way, fighting back tears — he wanted to etch every last detail of his face into his memory, and he couldn't do that if his vision was blurry. In a moment of weakness, he leaned down and presses his ear against Silver’s chest, feeling it rising and falling unsteadily, and listening to the comforting sound of his heart straining to pulse.

Typical Silver. A fighter until the very end.

It seemed like hours passed that way — just him and Silver in a room filled with teddy-bears.

You and I, Silver, he thought, closing his eyes, even if you sleep for a hundred years.

Before he could let the comforting sound of Silver’s heartbeat lull him to sleep, he heard the sound of the door opening, and his eyes snapped wide open. He turned to see Dr Stuffins standing there, clipboard in arm, with a grave look on her face.

“Mr Zigvolt?” she says. “It’s time.”

Sebek took one last look at Silver. Maybe he wished Silver would wake up right then and tell him everything was going to be alright. Maybe he was clinging onto the hope that Silver would just “get better”, like Lilia always said.

But if there was a way to cross that bridge, with even a one-in-one-thousand possibility of improvement…

“Alright.” Sebek replies, slowly getting up from his chair.

Dr Stuffins cleared her throat. “I’ll run you through the procedures as much as you need me to.” Then, as if her initial pity wasn’t enough, she added, “I… really do wish there had been another way. I know how difficult this must be.”

…Difficult?

Sebek scoffed. “It's much easier than you think, doctor.”

For Silver, waking up was a fuzzy process. He couldn’t tell you what was reality and what was just his imagination, though he’s fairly certain the sharp pains he felt all over him were authentic.

With the little control he had over his body, Silver slowly looked around his room. It was filled with a haphazard arrangement of balloons, stuffed animals, flowers, and posters, but Silver was more taken with the button embedded in the wall right beside his bed. Above the button were the words “Call for Assistance”.

Silver was pretty sure being confused counted as being in need of assistance, so with great effort, he rolled onto his side and pressed the button with a shaky finger.

Suddenly, he heard running from just down the hallway. The door slammed open, and in an instant, several nurses were fussing around him.

“Hello…?” he greeted groggily, before one of them shushed him.

“He’s good.” he heard one of them say, his voice grave despite the positive-sounding announcement. “Call his emergency contacts.”

Silver couldn’t tell you how much time passed after them. To him, it seemed he nearly blinked, and then Father and Malleus were in his room. He smiled when he saw them smiling down at him, but whatever happiness he was building crumbled fast. Silver looked around his room, as he noticed how quiet it was. “Where’s… Sebek?”

Malleus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure. He came by my door last night saying he had somewhere to be.”

“That boy.” Lilia shook his head with a fond yet tired smile.

Father looks completely exhausted, in fact. Silver tries not to let guilt get to him as he realizes it’s because of him.

Father reaches into the pocket of the school jacket dangling over his shoulders. “But speaking of letters, he gave this to me a few days ago, for when you woke up.”

Even Malleus looked surprised. “He did? What does it say?”

“Hmhmm… I don’t know. He told me it was a surprise! He wanted Silver to be the first to read it.”

Silver took the paper cautiously. Sebek wasn’t a big fan of surprises, much less giving them, but there was no reason to assume he’d lie to Father’s face so blatantly.

He opened it, brushing his hair out of his eyes, and began to read.

Silver,

If you’re reading this, that means I, and the other doctors, have succeeded. And if you’re reading this once more for some odd reason, I advise you to look away if you’re searching for the motivations behind my actions. Firstly because nobody needs you to drive yourself mad over a piece of paper, and secondly because you should already know my rationale after 16 years of knowing each other, idiot.

You’re probably wondering where I am, despite the fact you have much else to think about, and an excruciatingly long road of recovery ahead of you. I would ask you why, but I already know the answer: you’re simply and endlessly kind. This would be a perfect time to inform you (again) that your affinity to worry about others who don’t deserve it is going to get you in trouble some day, but I only have so much time to pen this letter, so I will spare you the spiel.

To be blunt — since I know no other ways of conveying myself — you were nigh-on unfixable, Silver.

The blot was clogging up your heart quickly, and everyone was certain you would perish. Using magic to heal you would only cause the blot to grow out of control and kill you within seconds. If the hospital had made an attempt to get it out manually, you’d either die during the surgery, or you’d have to spend the rest of your life being unable to use magic without suffering a heart attack. You’d have to stop attending Night Raven College in that case, and furthermore, you’d have to quit being Malleus’ knight.

The only solution that was left was a heart transplant, but there were few options. Different blood types, different age ranges, different species, a million other reasons why they didn’t have a single heart donation you could use.

But that’s when one of the doctors meekly approached me, and told me that I may carry the only compatible heart in all of Sage’s Island. We are similar in age, and although I am only half-human, I am human enough that we can share the same blood type. I will not disclose the name of the doctor who relayed this information to me, for I do not wish upon them whatever Underworld you might drag them to. Their only job was to keep you alive, not coddle me with false promises.

The important thing is that I could help you. I could grant you a life where you would never have to worry about blot ever again. Given such a proposal, how could I refuse? You may not understand, the kind yet very stupid soul that you are, but then again, you were not there in the days after you were admitted to this awful place.

You may ask who authorized my decision. I am still a minor at the time of writing, and my parents obviously would’ve objected vehemently. They don’t know you the way I do, so I knew they would never understand if I told them. With any luck, they still don’t know, but I have sent them a letter that should reach them in a week’s time after your surgery.

I am not an official vassal of His Majesty, but I am still legally a knight under his care. Therefore, I have certain… rights, shall we say, given to me by the crown.

I was able to exercise these rights to get the doctors to overlook my age, and consequently, my need for parental consent as far as risky surgeries were concerned. That may displease you to hear, and I’m sure that as soon as you are able, you will demand legal reforms from the current reigning Queen Draconia. I beg you to reconsider if so, and if you choose to disregard my advice, I only pray that you do not make a fool out of yourself in the process.

Now we are done with the matters of your heart. For my own sake, I hope you will listen to the matters of mine now.

All of my possessions go to my family. My portrait of Malleus, my books, my toothbrushes, any money I had, everything. Not because I think they will have any particular use for them, but because I highly doubt anybody else will. They also have my endless gratitude and love, for I doubt it was easy to raise such a difficult child.

I have already written letters to my friends, as well. I wasn't certain how to ensure they received them whilst also hiding the truth of their contents from everyone, so I decided to hide them. A bit of a childish thing to do, but it only felt appropriate. Inscribed in invisible ink on this letter are the clues to find them, so I trust you to relay the hints, but also not to try and solve them yourself. For you are kind and stupid, but I am not, and the freshmen are my friends.

I’m afraid to say that I leave Master Malleus and Master Lilia with nothing except my deepest sorrows. No matter what the rules say, I know that I was stretching them as far as they would go when I invoked them to make my decision.

Then there is you, Silver — disappointing, clumsy, lovely Silver.

I agonized over what I should leave you, but then I realized that I shouldn’t treat your inheritance like compensation. Compensation requires me regretting what I have done, and I am unashamed to say that I do not, and probably never will, even up until my dying breaths.

Sometimes, I like to toy with the idea that I had different, less pathetic reasons for giving my heart away to you. That I was looking out for the school’s best interests by preserving one of the most promising images it has seen in over a century. Or perhaps, I was just tired of waking up to a silent breakfast, and coming back to an even quieter dinner. Occasionally, I even like to think that I’m just egotistical enough that I merely want everyone to see me, even if they’re looking at you.

But no — none of that is true, and I know it. I am selfish to the core, and also a coward. It is safe to say that I just couldn’t stand the idea of going on without you, so I am now forcing you to go on without me.

To that end, I fear I can only leave you with one thing. One final bit of comfort, though I doubt it will do you much good.

I love you, Silver Vanrouge. My friend, my brother-in-arms, my most precious person.

I imagine my final thought will be of the first time you held my hand.

Yours, forever and always,

Sebek Zigvolt

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thecreatureinyourcloset · 5 days ago

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i crave more ortho and deuce moments 🤖♠ (◜◡‾)

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thecreatureinyourcloset · 5 days ago

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🦊🪡🧵

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thecreatureinyourcloset · 5 days ago

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#ZENOOO #ZENO REMAKE #KURO #AKA #maeno aki #tsugino haru

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thecreatureinyourcloset · 10 days ago

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Save Grim

Save the school

Fire raged around them as they stood in the ruins of the mirror chamber, 7 house wardens, five vice house wardens, five faculty members, ten normal students, and one magicless student. Their opponent? A chimera with blue flames, standing taller than any of them could stand. All of them were exhausted, they were fighting a losing battle, Yuu was running out of their cards, specific moments in time, captured by the ghost camera that hung at their waist, each one captured a moment of everyone here, even a few that weren’t there. They only had three left, three familiar cards that they’d poured their heart and soul into.

“We have to do something, at this rate we all will die.” Riddle said, his cape torn, his staff bent nearly in half from when the chimera had attacked him.

“It’s Grim, I don’t know what’s going on but I know my friend, he’s still in there!” Yuu tried to defend their friend, their classmate, their annoying cat. Grim had been there since Yuu had gotten to Night Raven College, they couldn’t give him up, not now, not after everything they’d been through.

“Yuu, he’s not Grim anymore, I doubt there’s anything left of who he once was. We have to put him down just like any other rabid dog.” Crewel said, trying to explain the direness of the situation to the beast tamer.

“Please! He’s still Grim, please, I just, I,” It was hard to speak, hard not to cry when they might have to kill Grim. Bronze light appeared in front of them as two choices appeared, choices that appeared when they got tongue-tied or had to make a hard decision. Their heart sank to their stomach when they saw the two choices

Save Grim

Save Night Raven College

This was it, their only two choices. Yuu could save Grim, their friend, their ally, their dorm mate, their annoying cat. Or they could save the school that brought such pain and heartache but at the same time gave them so many fond memories and friends. Yuu took a deep breath and steeled themselves as they made the decision.

Save Grim

“Let me try to get him back. He’s known me the longest, I have to at least try to get my dire beast back.” Yuu said with a steel resolve, “If I fail, then we can put him down. But I won’t do it without saying I gave it my all.”

“How many of those cards do you have left, Human,” Sebek asked, remembering each of those cards that he’d seen the human use in Lilias's dreams as they journeyed across Briar Valley.

“Three, so I’ll have to make them count.” Yuu said, pulling the three cards out of the side pocket of the carrying case they kept the ghost camera inside. The chimera had burnt the others to ash, these were their last ones so they had to make them count.

“Do it. But if you fail, Grim will have to be killed but don’t put yourself at risk for this foolish endeavor. I’m only allowing you to do this because I am so kind.” Crowley said, his top hat having been torn to shreds along with his cape, his mask barely hanging on.

Yuu glanced around at their friends, each one held dear in their heart. Each one looked tired, beaten, and covered in ash and grime from the long arduous battle. Some were okay with letting Yuu do this, and others tried to convince them to stay back. But Yuu had to do this.

With a deep breath, they marched through the ruins of the mirror chamber til they were halfway to the chimera who growled and roared at the magicless human.

“I shall reveal the shape of thy soul…” Yuu began, pulling the three cards out that they had left, “I summon thee to help me achieve my goal! Ceremonial Robes Riddle Rosehearts!” The card showing Riddle riding Vorpal the horse was thrown to the ground, summoning Riddle in his ceremonial robes, “Ceremonial Robes Kalim Al Asim!” A second card was thrown to the ground, showing Kalim spinning about gleefully in his ceremonial robes. Kalim appeared next to Riddle wearing the robes that Grim had once tried to steal from Yuu, “Ceremonial Robes Malleus Draconia!” the third and final card was thrown to the ground, the card depicting Malleus in his ceremonial robes challenging Leona. Malleus appeared next to Kalim.

Their true counterparts were behind them, watching with bated breath. Yuu remembered what the headmaster had said once about the ghost camera

‘It's a camera enchanted with a special kind of magic. It enables the user to photograph not just the subject's physical form, but parts of their soul itself. They're called Memories. Here's the thing: when the soul bond between photographer and subject deepens. The Memories captured in this magic camera's photos come jumping out! When the photographer and subject grow closer, their photographs grow animated like videos and sometimes the photographs take on corporeal form and slip out.’

That's what Yuu’s cards were, memories taken throughout their tenure at Night Raven College, memories that as they grew closer when it became necessary, their cards, their photos, their memories, their friends would fight for them. Just as they are now.

“Riddle, Kalim, Malleus! Help me get Grim to come to his senses!” Yuu commanded, pointing to the chimera.

Riddle looked cross and placed his hands on his hips before saying his signature line before battle, “Huh, you have some nerve.” Then the battle began. Flora, fire, water, and cosmic spells battled against Grim's fire and cosmic spells. But slowly slowly, the cards were defeated. Kalim fell first, then Riddle, and finally Malleus. The cards burnt to ash at Yuu’s feet. Before anyone could stop them, Yuu ran, ran as fast as their feet would carry them, and ran straight to the chimera that was once their best friend.

Yuu slowly approached the chimera when they got close enough, hands raised in surrender. “Hey Grim, it’s me, Yuu, your loyal henchman, your hench human. You must be so tired, I have some cans of tuna stashed away, your favorite brand, the the fancy kind. How how about we go home to Ramshackle and I’ll open up some for you, okay? Let’s go home, okay buddy? Okay, Grim? Let's go home together, Grim.” Yuu said softly, slowly moving closer, slowly putting their hand on Grim's muzzle.

For a moment, the briefest of moments, there was a flash of recognition in Grim's eyes. Yuu could have sworn that they heard Grim say, “Yuu?” Before his eyes darkened again. They almost didn’t realize it happened until they felt a searing pain in their abdomen. Grim had scratched them again, only deeper this time. Pain, white-hot pain bloomed in their abdomen as blood began to seep through their clothing as they collapsed to the ground.

They didn’t realize when the other attacks began, just the flashing and yelling of spells, curses, anything and everything to put down Grim. Before long it was over, the chimera collapsed near Yuu’s body. Yuu almost dragged their body to the dying chimera, stopping when they were right next to it, tears in their eyes as their body began to go numb. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, Grim…” were Yuu’s last words before their vision began to go dark. They felt someone familiar take their hand, muffled voices begged Yuu to stay awake, that they'd get Yuu to a healer, but Yuu couldn’t see who was speaking, only muffled voices…

Beeep beeep beeep

“Mmmrm, what time is it..?” Yuu mumbled, slowly sitting up in their bedroom. Yuu looked around at their bedroom, the TV was playing the credits to some Disney movie, and from the open case next to the DVD player, it was Pinnochio. Alice In Wonderland, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, Hercules, Sleeping Beauty, Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Nightmare Before Christmas, 101 Dalmatians, Beauty and The Beast, The Princess and The Frog, and Cinderella were stacked haphazardly next to the DVD player, their cases not quite closed.

“Mmh, that was a weird dream.” Yuu murmured, glancing around their room, feeling like something was off, “I feel like I’m forgetting something…” Yuu began to move off their bed only to hear a disgruntled meow, glancing over, Yuu saw their pet cat, a grey cat that they insisted was fluffy, NOT chubby.

Yuu gave the cat a few pets as an apology for bothering him before getting up, maneuvering past the laundry they still needed to put away, and walking past the mirror that hung on their wall that was supposed to encourage them to look and dress better. The same mirror that looked, familiar for some reason, it was on the tip of their tongue but they couldn’t place it and just shrugged it off. Like the saying went ‘If you can’t remember, it’s probably not important.’

Yuu went about their day, not noticing the faint silhouette in the mirror of an old friend whose hand they once took, the hand that once granted them salvation. They barely noticed the faint tugging in the back of their mind that they were forgetting something. They didn’t hear the pleading voice of their old friend, almost banging on the mirror, begging for Yuu to notice and take their hand again.

After all, it was just a dream. Wasn’t it?

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