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Abaddon’s eyes glisten. “You don’t understand,” he pleads, his voice small and shaking. “Please—I’ll behave! I’m sorry! I’ll be—I’ll be good!”
Katherine’s hand trembles as she slips the crucifix over his head, pushing down the guilt she feels. “It’ll only be for a few hours,” she says quietly. “I really didn’t want it to be this way.”
The moment the beads touch his skin, Abaddon cries out to her , a sound that doesn’t belong to a child at all. Katherine forces herself to turn away, heart hammering as she steps out of the attic. She has to remind herself that that isn’t a child, but a spawn of hell in a child’s body.
The door slams shut behind her.
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Katherine accidentally curses Abaddon with a crucifix, causing him to grow extremely sick. She’s left with no choice but to do everything she can to save him before it’s too late
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11 Mar 2026
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The tapping of Dipper’s pencil against the tabletop has stopped, and his gaze is darker than Mabel’s under the bill of his hat. They don’t blink as often as normal people do, Norman realizes, and they’re watching him. He thinks about movement in his peripheral vision and electricity up his spine, how pine forests swallow the sound of footsteps in loam, the pale shadows of scars that slice through the freckles on the backs of Dipper’s hands.
“You get a lot of zombies in Gravity Falls?” he asks.
(Previously titled "Norman Babcock's Guide to the Unexplained")
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28 Apr 2020
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As the townspeople shrank back, as they made signs to ward off evil and pulled children and daemons back out of the way, Jaskier had laughed, too loud and forced, and waltzed right into Geralt's space without a moment's hesitation. He had ignored the viscera clumping his hair, the black veins streaking from his eyes, the stench of sweat and death that followed him, and had cupped Geralt's face in his hands. Silent and quivering, Geralt had let Jaskier tilt his head this way and that, had let him run a careful thumb through the blood along his hairline, and had even managed to grunt in the negative when asked if any of the blood was his. Geralt had been pliable, easy to maneuver away from fearful, suspicious stares.
Like this, Geralt looked poised to bolt and he didn't look like he would much care what was in his way.
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- Part 4 of nothing is real 'til it's gone
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20 Apr 2020