Chapter 1: There Once Was an Angel That Swallowed A Spider
Summary:
Hey, if you get the reference in the title of the chapter, I'll give you a cookie... Or at least, an emoji of one.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Anthony was having a long day. His brother was being a little shit, as per usual, and his dad was being a bigger, shittier shit and Molly… Ok, she was alright, but still, fuck the first two. As the young man walks down the streets, most make way for him to go past. He gives a small smirk as he notices it, though not always happy about his family and the business, he had to admit it had its perks. Eventually, he finds himself standing outside a small clothes store, filled with dresses and skirts. As he stares into the store, he notices in the reflection an older man, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
Anthony: “Hey, the fuck you looking at? Can’t a guy window shop for, uh, his sister in peace?!” He barks at the older man, who quickly makes himself scarce. He may have fibbed, but frankly, he just didn’t want to deal with some random, shriveled old prick. Though, as the sounds of the old man trudging away through the snow grows quiet, Anthony notices something, a light sound that sends shivers down his spine. He glances around, looking for the source, but sees nothing. Deciding to ignore it, he looks back into the window of the store, until he notices something else. Someone across the street, standing in a small, shadowy alleyway. The man wears a hood that obscures most of his form, though Anthony notices a few things. What looks like the face of a wolf, with a pair of red glowing eyes. He also seemed not to be wearing shoes, or if he was, then his shoes were made from the feet of wolves.
Not only that, but he had wolf paws as well, that seemed to be tossing something up and catching it, before tossing it up again. Anthony stares at the wolf, seemingly hypnotized by whatever it was that he was tossing & catching, and the gentle, albeit threatening, melody of the whistle that filled the air. Time seemed to slow down as the wolf caught the item once again, as Anthony notices that it’s a small vial. The wolf then grins a wicked, teasing smirk.
???: “Care for a hit, Anthony?” The wolf says, before Anthony feels something bump into him. He looks down at his feet and notices a little girl sitting on the ground.
Girl: “Sorry mister.” She says as an older woman-presumably the girl’s mother-runs up and scoops the child up into her arms.
Woman: “T-Terribly sorry, sir!” The woman says before running away with her child in her arms. Anthony, suddenly remembering the wolf, turns around to look at the wolf again, but he was gone, almost as if he was never even there to begin with.
After a progressively tiresome day, Anthony had decided to take a small rest in a bar. Private booth, good drinks, and some of the good stuff, lying in a straight line in front of him. Sure it was more than he usually took, but hey, it had been a long day. He took a deep snort of the stuff and leaned back as he waited for it to kick in.
???: “That’s quite a bit of angel dust, Anthony.” A voice chirps, and Anthony shoots up from his relaxed position, turning to his left to see that there’s someone sitting at his booth! He didn’t even see him sit down, or even approach, so how’d he get here? And where’d he get the scotch?!
Anthony: “Hey, bub, I ain’t paying for that.” He growls, trying to hide his surprise at the man’s sudden appearance. The stranger gives a small chuckle, before turning his head to look at the mobster, and Anthony feels his blood run cold as he finds himself staring into the glowing red eyes of the wolf from earlier that day.
???: “Haha, I know you won’t. And I’m not asking you too, Anthony.”
Anthony: “Really? Then whatcha gotta say for yourself, fucker? I can have about 10 guys in here in a second, all with guns.”
???: “Oh, that won’t be necessary.” He says as he takes a sip from his shot glass.
Anthony: “Really, then you wouldn’t mind if I go get-” He attempts to say as he stands up, already pretty fed up with whoever this guy is, but as he stands up, he trips and knocks over the table. “T-The fuck?” He says as he goes to stand up, but his vision blurs, and he stumbles back to the ground. Then, his vision clears as a sound fills his ears and sends another shiver down his spine and he looks up toe see the wolf standing right in front of him.
???: “Seems neither of us will be paying the tab, humana. Let’s get going, eh?” He says as Anthony’s vision darkens, and he feels an indescribable pain spread throughout his body.
Notes:
As you may have noticed, these chapters are going to be a lot shorter then any other chapter, in any of my other stories. My FGO story has chapters about 13.62 pages long, the FNAF one is about 7.625 pages, the Undertale one is about 9.67 pages, and the fic that inspired this one 'You're Not Laughing Now' is about 6.67 pages long. Those are the averages, and this chapter is about 2 pages. Yikes. Hopefully, when I get to characters who have more to work with, I'll be able to write longer chapters, but for now, I tried to dodge making any assumptions. Though, later on, I'll have more to work with then 'died in 1947' and 'died due to overdose, possibly to angel dust'. Seriously, that's all there is on the wiki for Angel Dust's death! I know the series has one episode, but I thought the character with a whole prequel comic would have a bit more to his past then that. Either way, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a good day!
Chapter 2: Death Went Down to Louisiana
Summary:
Next on the chopping block is Alastor: All that's known about his death is that it was in 1933, a dog was involved, and he was shot in the head... Well, nuts.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Man: “Hello Alastor!” A man cheers as he and a younger man walk towards the bespectacled man with a large grin.
Alastor: “Ah, Mr. Jones! Pleasure to see you again!” He says as he picks up the hunting rifle that sat next to him, standing up and turning to the man to face him fully.
Mr. Jones: “Hey, thanks for agreeing to this. I know it’s a hassle but-”
Alastor: “Oh, nonsense!” He says, waving off the man’s concerns. “It’s just a favor for a friend! No one sells better chocolate than you in town!”
Mr. Jones: “Hehaha, and no one in a mile sells a decent gobstopper!” He agrees as the two share a laugh. “Now, boyo!” He calls over his shoulder, as a young boy carrying a rival of his own runs up.
Child: “Comin’ papa!” The young man shouts. “C’mon Spot!” He calls over his own shoulder, as a large bloodhound bounds behind him.
Alastor: “Oh, you… Brought a dog.” He says, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice.
Jones: “Yeah, he loves that there dog.” He says with a chuckle. “That won’t be a problem, now, will it?”
Alastor: “Oh, no it’s fine, really. I just prefer to do my hunting myself. Nothing wrong with bringing a dog.” He says, his ever present grin stretching thin in annoyance.
Jones: “Alright, well, I gotta tell my boy a few things, so give me a second.” He says while Alastor tunes him out, staring at the gun in his hands.
Alastor: ‘Who should go first, father or son? Hunting accident, maybe? Hm… No, I’d have to get rid of the dog as well, and I don’t have enough on hand to blame it on the elements. Oh well, I’m sure that sugar loving fool will make a good… Meal?’ He ponders to himself, before his cut from his thoughts as he hears a whistle, coming from out in the trees. He pushes his glasses higher on his face as he squints, staring into the trees as he looks at what could be whistling such a horrible, yet comforting melody in the woods, he sees… What appears to be a wolf man? A wolf man whose holding his hand with a thumb, his pointed and middle finger striking out. As Alastor and the wolfman make eye contact with each other, Alastor feels he cannot move as the wolfman points his fingers at his head, before bringing his thumb down before his hand jerks up, not unlike the recoil of the gun.
Jones: “Ain’t that right, Alastor?” The candy store owner says, laying a hand on the man’s shoulder. He jumps in fright, turning to Jones quickly.
Alastor: “Huh?! What?” He questions, glancing back towards the wolfman, only to find nothing is there.
Jones: “I said you’d show my boy the ropes, right and good, yeah?”
Alastor: “Oh, uh, right, yes, of course! Come along old boy! We’ve got quite a bit of hunting to do.” He says as he, the young boy, and the bloodhound walk into the woods.
Alastor: “And that is how you set a good trap.” He declares as he stands up, dusting off his hands as he steps away from a beartrap he had just prepared, cleverly concealed with leaves with some squirrel guts lightly placed on top.
Child: “And this will attract a bear?”
Alastor: “It should. Big ambitions, big game!” He says with a laugh as he and the boy step away, heading for some nearby bushes. “Now, let’s wait here. I put some poison on the guts. Not enough to kill a bear, unfortunately, but enough to knock it out so we can put a bullet or two through its face.”
Child: “Isn’t that cruel?” The boy asks, receiving an immediate laugh in response.
Alastor: “We’re hunting my boy! Cruelty is a part of the game!” He says before glancing around. “Wait, where’s your hound run off to now?”
Child: “Spot? Spot!” He calls out, before they both hear a tired old bark. They turn their heads and see the old bloodhound sniffing at the bait. “Spot! Get away from there!”
Alastor: “Stupid mutt!” He says as he stands up, trying to shoo the dog away, but as he gets close, he slips on a piece of ice. “Ah!” He says as he falls to the ground, his knee connecting with the bear trap, as it snaps closed around his knee. “AAARRRGGGHHH!” He screams in pain as the iron teeth sink into his flesh. “Fucking! FUCK!” He shouts as he reaches down, attempting to pry the jaws apart, only for them to snap back closed. “ARGH! Tommy! Help!”
Child: “Right!” The boy says as he stands from the bushes, about to run to help, that is, until the roar of a beast fills the air. They both snap to attention as they both see a bear emerge from the trees.
Alastor: “N-Nevermind! Shoot the damn thing!” He yells before a different sound fills the ears of Alastor. A whistle. It’s then that he sees something behind the charging bear. The wolf, slowly approaching, red eyes glowing with a need to spill blood, with a pair of sinister silver sickles in his hands. “Shoot it! Shoot it now! Hurry!” He yells as the bear picks up speed, and Tommy fiddles with his gun. “Hurry and shoot the fucking bea-”
*BANG*
Alastor doesn’t know what happened after that. It would be hard to know that when a bullet flew through his brain.
Notes:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm gonna do some character from other stuff now. Record of Ragnarok has given me some interesting inspirations. Have a great day!
Chapter 3: London Bridge is Falling Down
Summary:
Around 20-10, maybe 30ish years before 1888. The death of a prostitute. Not that shocking, I suppose.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Mary: ‘That was pretty shitty.’ She thinks to herself as yet another customer leaves her room after they are finished with her. ‘It’ll all be worth it when Mr. Smith comes back.’ The woman thinks to herself as she sits at the desk in her room, one of the only things she had for herself. ‘Not for long.’ She thinks with a smile. She pulls out a hairbrush and starts brushing her hair, humming the tune of ‘London Bridge’ as she does, but, after a while, she hears something behind her. She looks up and freezes in place as she sees a man sitting on her bed, wearing a riding clock that obscures almost all of his features, safe for the paws of a wolf where his hands and feet should be, and a long white snout poking out from his hood. In his hands, or paws rather, he was holding a knife, twisting the blade back and forth as he does.
Death: “You know,” the wolf says, halting in his whistling, but still twisting the blade of the knife between his hands, examining the blade with great interest. “Normally, I’m not a fan of matricide, but for people like you?” He says before stopping the blade so that Mary could see the whole blade, and she notices that it’s incredibly well maintained. So much so that she can see her reflection within it… Only, her reflection is wrong. She’s covered in blood, and she thinks there’s a hole in her neck! And, from that angle, she can see someone holding what she can only describe as her dead body within the reflection. “You’ll hear no complaints from me.” The man says as he looks up at her, staring into her eyes from within the reflection of her mirror, allowing her to see his crimson eyes glaring at her from within his cloak.
Anne: “Oy, Mary!” The freckled woman says as she enters the room, pulling Mary from her horror at the sight in the reflection. She turns her head to face Anne, glancing to the side to see if the man is still there, only to find he had disappeared.
Mary: “Oh, yes Anne?” She says, putting on her usual, fake smile.
Anne: “Paper came in. Well, more like I nicked it from the neighbors.”
Mary: “Oh? Why’s that?”
Anne: “Eh, what can I say? You’re little twerp’s growing on me.” She says with a fond smile, making it clear to Mary that she was just being crass as usual.
Mary: “Ah, yes, of course.” She says with a smile, struggling to keep it on her face as she thinks of the little leech. ‘Remember Mary, it’ll all be worth it when Mr. Smith comes back.’ She thinks to herself as she takes the paper. Well, might as well read the headlines. Let’s see here, uh, parts of the River Thames were turning red, unsurprising. Playwright Jack Smith is getting married, ok. Hogwarts gets conde-… Wait, what was that last one? She goes back and rereads it, hoping that she misread it, or maybe it was a different playwright who just happened to have the same name, but no. It’s him. He was getting married. And it wasn’t to her. He had forgotten her. He had lied. ‘No… No… NO!’
The body of the prostitute Mary was still warm as her son cradled the body in his arms with a small smile.
Mary: “That stupid little-” She yells, trying to hit the boy, only to find her hand goes through him, and he doesn’t even flinch, so she assumes he didn’t feel it.
Death: “Now now, Mary. You’re dead. No use being mad at your killer, especially when you consider the circumstances.” The wolf says, sickles still in hand.
Mary: “I gave him everything!” She says as she turns to the wolf, screaming in his face. “Clothing, food, stupid fucking books! He was a little leech who drained everything I had! All for nothing!”
Death: “Don’t blame the boy for that.” He says sternly. “The fact that you believed what that man said makes you a moron!” He says as he growls, raising his sickle. Mary flinches, fearing the sting of the blade, but he simply cuts through the air, causing a shining rip in reality to appear before them. “Now, how about we make this easy, and you get going?” He says as he gestures to the tear before them.
Mary: “But!… But!”
Death: “There’s nothing for you in this life. Why stick around for more misery?” He says as his glare softens for just a moment, and as Mary thinks about it, she realizes that there isn’t anything worth living for in her life. There never was. So, with that terrible realization, she steps through the portal that seals itself back up after she steps through. The wolf simply shakes his head before turning to the boy, ruffling his hair slightly as he does. “You’re gonna give me a lot of trouble, aren’t you niño?” He says before he stands tall and stretches his back. “Well, best get going. After all, you’ve still got some patricide to commit.” He says as he steps out of the whorehouse, whistling a little tune as he walks to a fancier part of London.
Death was used to seeing people die. It was a rare moment when he got to see a birth. Though, this time, it was more metaphorical, and he was certain London would have preferred it never happened.
Death: “Poor chico.” He says as he shakes his head, and whistles through the streets.
Notes:
Hello! I'm back! To the commenter who said they expected these faster... Uh, sorry to disappoint, but, I hope this chapter at least makes up for it! I finally got around to watching 'Record of Ragnarok', and I'm hyped for more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Have a great day!
Chapter 4: World's Smallest Violin
Summary:
Thrice now we've seen Death collect the souls of the dead, but what happens when they're just a bit more stubborn? Or, to phrase it another way, how do ghosts happen?
HEY, THIS IS AN OLD VERSION OF THE CHAPTER THAT I HAVE SINCE REWRITTEN! THE ONLY REASON IT'S STILL UP IS FOR ARCHIVAL PURPOSES! FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER, THE NEXT ONE IS THE REWRITE!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Mari: "Ugh…" The young woman sighs as she lays her head down on a park table. Mari was having a hard time at the moment, because everything around her wanted to make her pull her hair out. All this college prep she was doing was really taking a toll, and she hadn't seen any of her friends in so long. She hadn't gotten to see Basil, or Kel, or Aubrey, or Hero! She hadn't gotten to hang out with any of her friends for months!… Well, that wasn't entirely true, she had seen plenty of her little brother, Sunny. 'A bit too much, honestly.' She thinks to herself with a grumble as her expression shifts angrily. She loved her brother, she really, truly did, but… God, he was really getting on her nerves lately!
She had begged and pleaded that her brother got to play at the recital with her, but no matter how much they practiced, no matter how long they practiced for, he just never, ever seemed to improve! It's not that he was bad, he just kept making the same mistakes over and over again. Mari swears that he wasn't even trying at this point!
Mari: 'It'll all be over tomorrow, Mari. Just keep it together.' She thinks to herself as she takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of nature, the sounds of the birds tweeting, the rustling of the leaves, a whistle from the other side of the table, the sounds of kids playing, the- 'Wait, what?' Mari thinks as she looks up and notices that sitting across from her is what looks like a white-furred werewolf with blood red eyes, staring at her with a sad expression on his face. He wasn't there before, so that, along with his appearance and his very creepy whistle was freaking her out.
Death: "Perfection isn't everything, niña." He says with a grim tone as he takes a sip out of a juice box, grimacing as he pulls the straw from his mouth. "Bah! How do you kids drink this stuff? It's more sugar than drink!" He criticizes, before Mari feels something brush against her leg. The sudden feeling jolts her from her frozen state as she looks down to see a basketball at her feet.
???: "Hey, Mari!" A familiar voice shouts, as Mari looks up to see the face of one of the friends she hadn't seen in so long; Kel. "You wanna play?" He says with a big grin, which she returns with a smaller, more tired smile. She wishes she could, but she and Sunny still have a long way to go before tomorrow. She leans down and picks the ball up, only to suddenly remember the wolfman across from her. She quickly turns her head to look at him again, but finds that he's gone. Thoroughly unsettled, Mari turned back around to return Kel's ball before going home to play on her piano. Maybe play a tune to calm herself down after the encounter. She wouldn't play well if she was thinking about a creepy figment of her imagination.
Mari: "Ow, my head…" She says as she sits up from her place on the floor, rubbing her head as she gets to her feet. She looks up the stairs to see her brother staring down the stairs in horror. 'Understandable, he did push me down the stairs.' She thinks as she crosses her arms and starts to tap her foot. Geez, what was up with him? "Ok, Sunny, I'm waiting for your apology." She says with a glare, as she waits, but he just keeps staring down the stairs. "Sunny? Do you really have nothing to say?" She says as he just keeps staring.
Sunny: "… Mari?" He mutters, at a volume that Mari almost couldn't hear.
Mari: "Yes, Sunny?" She says, before he starts running down the stairs. Alright, an apology hug. Sunny gave great hugs, so she was ok with thi-
Sunny: "MARI!" He screams, throwing Mari off guard as she uncrosses her arms for a hug… Only for Sunny to run right through her. "Mari! Mari, please! Please wake up! I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!" He shouts as Mari slowly turns around and finds a horrifying sight… Her precious little brother, crying over her own corpse, shaking it, begging it to wake up.
Mari: 'W-What… No, no, t-that isn't real.' She thinks as she takes a step back. "S-Sunny, I-I'm right here. Sunny?!' She says as she takes a step forward, trying to place her hand on his shoulder, but it just goes through him. She tries again, and again and again and again, but to no avail. "Sunny! Please! I'm right here! Sunny!" She screams, desperate for her brother to hear her, so she can reassure him, tell him everything was ok, but it was all for not. As she pleads for her brother to see or hear her, she stops short as another sound fills her ears, somehow drowning out her brother's cries.
Death: "He can't hear you, Mari." The wolf says as Mari whirls her tear-stained face to see him leaning against the banister.
Mari: "W-What's going on?"
Death: "Isn't it obvious? You're dead." He says as he steps towards her, and she backs up. "That fall did a number on you. If I had to guess," he says as he glances down at the body. "I would say a snapped neck. Firm banister here." He says as he knocks against the wood before he approaches Mari again. "Now, it's time to go."
Mari: "G-Go? N-N-No, I can't leave!" She shouts, as the wolf pinches the bridge of his snout and mutters angrily in what Mari believes to be Spanish.
Death: "Why not?"
Mari: "Why not? WHY NOT?!" She shouts, this time getting in the wolf's face. "Look at my brother! He needs me, more than he has ever needed me before! And am not gonna let yo-" she tries to yell, only for the wolf to lean into her face with an angry growl that stops her short.
Death: "Oh? He needs you, does he? For what? Forcing him to break his hands with the violin again?" He yells in anger, and Mari isn't sure if it's a trick of the light, or fear, or something else, but as she looks into the wolf's eyes, she notices something. It looked like… Her and Sunny, in the music room? Wait, Sunny's hands weren't that calloused. Why hadn't he said anything?… He hadn't said anything, right? "Or better yet, maybe he needs you to make him feel worse about himself at every opportunity?" He growls, and once again, she sees something in the wolf's eyes even as she backs away, but this time, she sees Sunny standing there, eyes locked onto the ground as Mari yells at him. She wasn't that harsh… Right?
Death: "So Mari, what does he need you for, other than making everything in his life miserable?" He growls as Mari feels her back press against a wall, as more moments reflect from within the crimson red of the wolf's eyes, her yelling, Sunny being hurt, and the worst of all, her baby brother seeming less and less… Alive with each flash.
Mari: 'No… No no no no, what did I do?' She thinks as more and more flashes appear, until Mari remembers what had just happened moments ago; Her death. Sunny seemed so upset, and angry, but Mari just couldn't understand why he was throwing away everything they had worked for, but no, that's not it. She had pushed him too hard. She was far harder on him than any child his age should have to be treated, especially from his own family. At that moment, she came to accept the fact about her death. Sunny may have been the one to push her, but she pushed him to it. Sunny didn't kill her, she had killed herself, and she had dragged her brother into it.
Mari: "S-Sunny…" She mutters as she looks to the boy, who's still crying over her body. "I-I'm so sorry!" She cries, wishing she had never done this, wishing that things were different. As she cries, the wolf rises to his full height and gains a pitying expression.
Death: "It's time to go, niña." He says as he pulls a sickle off his belt and cuts the air, creating a glowing golden tear in space. He holds out a paw to her, which after taking several shaky breaths, she takes it as he starts leading her through the golden tear. "Go on." He says as he lets go over her hand and pats her on the back, leaving Mari standing at the threshold, seeing what looks like clouds on the other side. She reaches her hand out to touch it… But then pulls back and looks at Sunny.
Mari: "Can I… Say goodbye?" She says as she starts crying again as she glances at the wolf who mutters angrily in Spanish once again.
Death: "Humans, always with the goodbyes. Never concerned about someone else's deadlines." He growls, not really noticing his slightly insensitive pun. "Fine! But make it quick! He can't hear you anyway!" He barks as she slowly walks over to her brother, laying a hand on his shoulder, making sure it doesn’t accidentally phase through, trying as hard as she can to look at her little brother’s face, ignoring the body she used to inhabit.
Mari: “S-Sunny… I… I-I’m going to go away for a while… But, we’ll see each other again! E-Eventually! It’ll just… Take a while…” She says, as she finds it odd that, for once, she really hopes her brother doesn’t see her again for a long time… But… What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he wants to see her again so desperately that he does something… Rash? As that realization hits Mari, she starts to remember different memories. The time she spent with her friends, the time she spent with her brother, and everything else. How would any of them react? Would they be ok? They wouldn't… They wouldn't try to join her, would they?
Death: "Come on, hurry up! I know you humans love taking your time, but I don't." He says as he crosses his arms. As the wolf speaks up, Mari comes to one final conclusion; She couldn't leave. Not yet.
Mari: "N-N…" She stutters, as Death raises an eyebrow.
Death: "Speak up, niña? I didn't quite catch that." He says with a grimace. He had heard the 'n' sound, so he was fairly certain of where this was going, and he could feel the migraine forming already.
Mari: "I said no!" She shouts as she stands up, placing herself between the wolf and her brother. "I don't care if I fucked up! I don't care if they'll never be able to see or hear me! I'm not leaving Sunny, or any of my friends either!" She shouts with newfound determination. Sunny was her family, and while she wasn't technically related to the others, they were her family too! Especially Hero, but now was not the time to think about those particular semantics!
Death: "Mari," he groans, pinching his snout in frustration. "It's nice that you're putting them before yourself after you died, and I suppose it's about damn time you treated Sunny with some actual care," he growls, and while Mari agrees with him, she wasn't going to back down. "There will be severe consequences if you don't cross over right now! So get your culo moving right now chica, or I swear I'll-"
Mari: "I don't care! I already hurt Sunny so much! I'm not leaving him!" She says, and the two stare each other down, and Mari may have felt terrified of the wolf, but she was more scared of leaving everyone else way more than she was of this furry! 'I really hope he didn't hear that.' She thinks to herself, noticing as soon as she thought that to herself, Death's lips pulled up into a snarl.
Death: "… You know what? Fine." He says as he pulls a sickle from his belt once again. Mari flinches at the side, but he spins it in his hand as the golden tear seals itself back up. "You wanna be stubborn? Fine. You're lucky you're a kid, or else I would have been a lot more persuasive." He says as he rests his paws on the sickles on his belt, making a clear threat that intimidates Mari to no end. "But you're going to beg to go after I leave. See you tomorrow, I'll check in every day until you get over yourself." He says with a growl as he walks to the kitchen. Mari hears a short whistle from the wolf, the same one she had heard yesterday, and just like that, she could tell he was gone.
Mari: 'He just… Left?' She thinks to herself, but she is soon drawn from her thoughts as she hears a snap that comes from within her neck. 'Huh?' She thinks before she screams as her head lops to the side, as if it was missing a few vertebrae, or maybe they were there, they just broke? "AAAAARGH!" She screams, holding her hands around her neck to get some kind of support for her neck, which seems to have snapped out of nowhere. Then, she hears another set of snaps and feels her legs give out from under her, as her arms fall as well, twisting at odd, anatomically impossible angles, like a marionette who had their strings severed.
Mari: "AAAAARGH! HELP! SOMEBODY!" She chokes out, eyes darting around the room for some movement, though, since she was currently on her back, she could only really see the ceiling and Sunn… Wait, where did he go? Wait, WHERE'S HER BODY?!
Notes:
Hello! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Second character named Mary, though the spelling's different, and this one is definitely way nicer. Also, fun fact! I have fallen down the stairs multiple times in my life, and after learning you could die from that, I was... Not okay, for several hours after playing OMORI the first time.
Speaking of, hope the OMORI fandom doesn't mind that I didn't write all the names in caps. I get it's a thing, but... Eh, can't say I liked how it looked here. Speaking of the source material, I was originally going to end the chapter after Death took Mari away, but then I remembered that Mari is kind of a spirit or something in OMORI so, yeah, some small additions later and we got a ghost! Shame I didn't write more for Mari though, anyone who has played this game knows there would be certain parts that she would be interested in, but maybe I can write more chapters for certain characters, or maybe just keep it as 'everybody gets one' for now. How knows?
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Have a great day!
P.S. As for the tittle... Well, it's less about Mari and more her brother, but... Eh, it works in a messed up sort of way.
P.P.S. If there's any character you'd like to see, leave them in the comments! I'd love to give them the axe!... Or, well, the sickle in this case, but you get what I mean!
Chapter 5: World's Smallest Violin - REWRITE
Summary:
Long story.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Mari: "Ugh…" The young woman sighs as she lays her head down on a park table. Mari was having a hard time at the moment, because everything around her wanted to make her pull her hair out. All this college prep she was doing was really taking a toll, and she hadn't seen any of her friends in so long. She hadn't gotten to see Basil, or Kel, or Aubrey, or Hero! She hadn't gotten to hang out with any of her friends for months!… Well, that wasn't entirely true, she had seen plenty of her little brother, Sunny. 'A bit too much, honestly.' She thinks to herself with a grumble as her expression shifts angrily. She loved her brother, she really, truly did, but… God, he was really getting on her nerves lately!
She had begged and pleaded that her brother got to play at the recital with her, but no matter how much they practiced, no matter how long they practiced for, he just never, ever seemed to improve! It's not that he was bad, he just kept making the same mistakes over and over again. Mari swears that he wasn't even trying at this point!
Mari: 'It'll all be over tomorrow, Mari. Just keep it together.' She thinks to herself as she takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of nature, the sounds of the birds tweeting, the rustling of the leaves, a whistle from the other side of the table, the sounds of kids playing, the- 'Wait, what?' Mari thinks as she looks up and notices that sitting across from her is what looks like a white-furred werewolf with blood red eyes, staring at her with a sad expression on his face. He wasn't there before, so that, along with his appearance and his very creepy whistle was freaking her out.
Death: "Perfection isn't everything, niña." He says with a grim tone as he takes a sip out of a juice box, grimacing as he pulls the straw from his mouth. "Bah! How do you kids drink this stuff? It's more sugar than drink!" He criticizes, before Mari feels something brush against her leg. The sudden feeling jolts her from her frozen state as she looks down to see a basketball at her feet.
???: "Hey, Mari!" A familiar voice shouts, as Mari looks up to see the face of one of the friends she hadn't seen in so long; Kel. "You wanna play?" He says with a big grin, which she returns with a smaller, more tired smile. She wishes she could, but she and Sunny still have a long way to go before tomorrow. She leans down and picks the ball up, only to suddenly remember the wolfman across from her. She quickly turns her head to look at him again, but finds that he's gone. Thoroughly unsettled, Mari turned back around to return Kel's ball before going home to play on her piano. Maybe play a tune to calm herself down after the encounter. She wouldn't play well if she was thinking about a creepy figment of her imagination.
Mari: "Ow, my head…" She says as she sits up from her place on the floor, rubbing her head as she gets to her feet. She looks up the stairs to see her brother staring down the stairs in horror. 'Understandable, he did push me down the stairs.' She thinks as she crosses her arms and starts to tap her foot. Geez, what was up with him? "Ok, Sunny, I'm waiting for your apology." She says with a glare, as she waits, but he just keeps staring down the stairs. "Sunny? Do you really have nothing to say?" She says as he just keeps staring.
Sunny: "… Mari?" He mutters, at a volume that Mari almost couldn't hear.
Mari: "Yes, Sunny?" She says, before he starts running down the stairs. Alright, an apology hug. Sunny gave great hugs, so she was ok with thi-
Sunny: "MARI!" He screams, throwing Mari off guard as she uncrosses her arms for a hug… Only for Sunny to run right through her. "Mari! Mari, please! Please wake up! I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!" He shouts as Mari slowly turns around and finds a horrifying sight… Her precious little brother, crying over her own corpse, shaking it, begging it to wake up.
Mari: 'W-What… No, no, t-that isn't real.' She thinks as she takes a step back. "S-Sunny, I-I'm right here! Sunny?!' She says as she takes a step forward, trying to place her hand on his shoulder, but it just goes through him. She tries again, and again and again and again, but to no avail. "Sunny! Please! I'm right here! Sunny!" She screams, desperate for her brother to hear her, so she can reassure him, tell him everything was ok, but it was all for not. As she pleads for her brother to see or hear her, she stops short as another sound fills her ears, somehow drowning out her brother's cries.
Death: "He can't hear you, Mari." The wolf says as Mari whirls her tear-stained face to see him leaning against the banister.
Mari: "W-What's going on?"
Death: "Isn't it obvious? You're dead." He says as he steps towards her, and she backs up. "That fall did a number on you. If I had to guess," he says as he glances down at the body. "I would say a snapped neck. Firm banister here." He says as he knocks against the wood before he approaches Mari again. "Now, it's time to go."
Mari: "G-Go? N-N-No, I can't leave!" She shouts, as the wolf shakes his head.
Death: “Trust me, Mari, sticking around is not a good idea.”
Mari: "Who cares?!" She shouts, standing up and yelling at the wolf. "Look at my brother! He needs me, more than he has ever needed me before! And I am not gonna let yo-" she yells, stopping when the wolf kneels down to her height and lays a hand on her shoulder.
Death: “Mari, calm down!” He says firmly, stopping her short in her angry rant. “You want to comfort your brother, and that’s admirable, but you’re dead. Nothing you can do is going to help him anymore.” He says as Mari backs away, staring at her brother, who is still trying to shake her awake.
Mari: “I… How did this even happen?” She mutters quietly as the scene really starts to sink in. “I loved my brother, and we were working so hard for this!”
Death: “Too hard.” He adds, causing Mari to look at the wolf with a raised eyebrow.
Mari: “What?”
Death: “Mari,” he starts, trying to find the proper words in his head before speaking. “Did you ever take a moment to think about Sunny’s… Eh, state of mind?” He questions, hesitating as he tries to figure out how to phrase his question as he asks it.
Mari: “What do you mean?”
Death: “Think about it, Mari. People don’t just throw violins for no reason.” He comments, and Mari starts to think about it. What could have possibly been running through his head?
Mari: “Well… I… We were working really hard… B-But still! If he needed a break, he would have said something!” She shouts, only for Death to shrug.
Death: “Would he? I mean, surely he’s asked for moments to himself over the course of your practicing, right?” He says, and Mari suddenly remembers that, yes, Sunny had asked if they could take breaks. Many times when they first started practicing for the recital, only to ask less and less frequently. As Mari thought more and more about it, the less he asked to stop for the briefest of moments coincided with Mari yelling at him more and more for making mistakes. Then, she remembers something else. His hands looked awfully worn, covered in several blisters. Where could he have gotten those? The only answer was that he had been hurt and hadn’t said anything, but that was ridiculous. If Sunny was hurt, he would have told her… Right?
Mari: 'N-No… No no no no, what did I do?' She thinks as more and more memories float to the surface, some of her yelling, some of Sunny looking on the verge of tears, and even some where she had noticed blood on her brother’s hands while playing and said nothing, only stopping to yell at him when he inevitably messed up a note. After almost a full minute of sorting through her memories of the last few months, it all comes to a head as one last memory comes to mind. A memory that had formed mere moments ago; The memory of her death. Sunny seemed so upset, and angry, but Mari just couldn't understand why he was throwing away everything they had worked for, but no, that's not it.
She had pushed him too hard. She was far harsher than anyone should have been to someone of Sunny’s age, and she was his family for Pete’s sake! How could she be so oblivious to his pain, when she was the one causing it! At that moment, she came to accept the fact about her death. Sunny may have been the one to push her, but only because she pushed him. An agonizing number of months where both of their lives were ruined.
Mari: "S-Sunny…" She mutters as she looks to the boy, who's still crying over her body. "I-I'm so sorry!" She cries, wishing she had never done this, wishing that things were different. As she cries, trying to hug her brother, the wolf rises to his full height and gains a pitying expression.
Death: "It's time to go, niña." He says as he pulls a sickle off his belt and cuts the air, creating a glowing golden tear in space. He holds out a paw to her, which after taking several shaky breaths, she takes it as he starts leading her through the golden tear. "Go on." He says as he lets go over her hand and pats her on the back, leaving Mari standing at the threshold, seeing what looks like clouds on the other side. She reaches her hand out to touch it… But then pulls back and looks at Sunny.
Mari: "Can I… Say goodbye?" She says as she starts crying again as she glances at the wolf, who gives a small nod.
Death: "Of course, take all the time you need." He says as she slowly walks over to her brother, laying a hand on his shoulder, making sure it doesn’t accidentally phase through, trying as hard as she can to look at her little brother’s face, ignoring the body she used to inhabit.
Mari: “S-Sunny… I… I-I’m going to go away for a while… But, we’ll see each other again! E-Eventually! It’ll just… Take a while…” She says, as she finds it odd that, for once, she really hopes her brother doesn’t see her again for a long time… But… What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he wants to see her again so desperately that he does something… Rash? As that realization hits Mari, different memories float to the surface of her mind. The time she spent with her friends, the time she spent with her brother, and everything else. How would any of them react? Would they be ok? They wouldn't… They wouldn't try to join her, would they? As these thoughts fill her head, Mari comes to one final conclusion; She couldn't leave. Not yet. "N-N…" She stutters, as Death raises an eyebrow.
Death: "What was that? I didn't quite catch it." He says with a grimace. He had heard the 'n' sound, so he was fairly certain of where this was going.
Mari: "No!" She shouts as she stands up, placing herself between the wolf and her brother. "I fucked up! I know that! But I can’t just leave them all! Not like this! I don't care if they'll never be able to see or hear me! I'm not leaving Sunny, or any of my friends either!" She shouts with newfound determination. Sunny was her family, and while she wasn't technically related to the others, they were her family too! Especially Hero, but now was not the time to think about those particular semantics!
Death: "Mari," he says gently, once again lowering himself to be eye to eye with her. "It's truly admirable that you are putting the wellbeing of others before yourself when you just died, and I’ll admit, you wanting to help your brother even after what he did shows the quality of your character. Most people are violently petty about it," he says, before shaking his head. "But if you stick around, then it will be nigh endless torment. Every crack in your bones, every displaced vertebrae, you will feel. The existence of a spirit on this side is unending agony. Trust me, leaving right now is your best option." He says, and Mari takes a glance at her body, knowing that whatever she would hypothetically feel would hurt like she wouldn’t believe.
Humans weren't supposed to be able to feel what a snapped neck felt like, but if she stayed, then she would have to deal with it everyday. However, as this information sinks in, as she stares at her body, she also can’t help but notice something in her periphery; Sunny. Her precious little brother, still sobbing. As soon as she registers him, Mari nods as she comes to her decision.
Mari: "If Sunny can slice open his fingers on a regular basis without crying, then I can handle a snapped neck if it means staying with him." She says resolutely, staring into the eyes of Death for what feels like an eternity, but was most likely only a few moments. In the end, Death simply shakes his head.
Death: "… If that is truly what you wish, then I cannot force you." He says as he pulls a sickle from his belt once again. Mari flinches at the sight, but he spins it in his hand as the golden tear seals itself back up. "Ghosts have an annoying tendency to interact with the world more than they theoretically should be able to, so who knows? Maybe you’ll get through to your friends, chica." He says as he stands up and gives Mari a pat on the back. "Just know that I’ll be coming back every day until you are ready to go." He says with a small, sad frown as he lets out a slow whistle. As the last note floats away, Mari braces herself for the pain, only to realize something as she hears a snap come from within her neck; You cannot brace yourself for a snapped neck.
Mari: 'Huh?' She thinks before she screams as her head lops to the side, as if it was missing a few vertebrae, or maybe they were there, they just broke? "AAAAARGH!" She screams, holding her hands around her neck to get some kind of support for her neck, suddenly being so glad that death was instant and, normally, she wouldn’t have to feel this. Then, she hears another set of snaps and feels her legs give out from under her, as her arms fall as well, twisting at odd, anatomically impossible angles, like a marionette who had their strings severed. "AAAAARGH! HELP! SOMEBODY!" She chokes out, eyes darting around the room for some movement, though, since she was currently on her back, she could only really see the ceiling and Sunn… Wait, when did Basil get here? WAIT, WHERE WAS HER BODY?!
Notes:
Hey! Hi, hello! You just read all that right, I rewrote the last chapter. Why? Well, a commentor on that chapter-Abyss256-mentioned that Death was a bit of a prick, and I didn't really see what they meant at first. However, as I was writing the actual next chapter, I started to see what they meant and decided that the last chapter had done Death & Mari a disservice. So, while the beginning is still entirely the same, Death & Mari's interaction is completely different. I think the problem was that I was more focused on calling Mari out on her bullshit, and less so on making a believable interaction between the characters. So, yeah, now Death has some actual fucking empathy.
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this rewrite! I'm still planning on keeping the old version of this chapter up, just for archival purposes Have a great day, and I'll see you again soon! I got another chapter in the works!
Chapter 6: Songbirds and Death
Summary:
Sayaka Maizono, the world's greatest idol signer, is choosing that to be her best accomplishment before she dies.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Sayaka was panicking, actually, no, panicking was too soft of a word to describe what she was feeling, she was freaking the fuck out. First, she met up with an old friend, Makoto, which was nice. Then, a weird bear looking thing tells her and all of her apparent classmates that they are trapped in Hope’s Peak, and the only way out is to get away with murder! And if you do, then everyone else also dies! And then, as if all of that wasn’t enough, her friends, those that had stuck by her side through her entire career as a singer, what happened to them?! Are they ok?! Are they even alive?! The bear had implied that something had happened, but exactly what the hell happened?!
She was hyperventilating the more she thought about, she was desperate! She had to know! She… Could hear something?
Sayaka: “What the?” She says as she looks up, having planted her crying face into her hands moments before, only to stare at the bathroom where she could hear whistling. And not the kind of whistling you would get from a bust pipe or something, no, this was organic. A soft melody that sent shivers down her spine. She stands up as she approaches the bathroom and, after opening the door, finds that that window was messed up, as if someone had just been having a hot shower and the mirror got foggy, but she knew for a fact that it wasn’t like that before. She shakily raises a hand and wipes the fog away, seeing her reflection in the mirror, except something was wrong with her reflection, horrifyingly so.
Her torso was covered in blood, and there was even some leaking from her mouth, and worst of all, there was a kitchen knife sticking out of her chest. She looks down, at herself, not seeing any of that actually there, but upon looking back the mirror, it was all gone, replaced by something completely different. Standing behind her was a tall figure, shrouded in a cloak. He was so tall, that she could only see up to his torso in the reflection. Then, she notices something that takes the breath from her lungs; The whistling was coming from directly behind her. She whirls around and backs away, pressing her back against the wall as she stares up at the man, horrified to realize he was still there, standing in her bathroom doorway. She could now see his face, seeing that he was some sort of wolf man with silver fur and blood red eyes.
Death: “It’s almost time for your finale, cantante.” He says morosely before stepping away, still whistling. As Sayaka tries to collect herself, she hears the whistling fade away, and then, she hears knocking coming from her front door.
???: “S-Sayaka? Are you alright?” A male voice meekly says from the other side of the door to her room, a voice that Sayaka recognizes as Makoto. She takes a deep breath as she steps out into her room tentatively, not seeing the wolf man anywhere. Seeing that whatever had just happened was over, she steps towards the door and opens it up. “Are you alright? After everything that happened today, I just wanted to check up on you.” He says, bringing the dark thoughts to her mind once again.
Sayaka: ‘Satomi… Ayaka… I’ll see you soon.’ She thinks to herself as the horrifying vision she had just bore witness too fades from her memories, as a plan begins to take root in her mind.
Sayaka: “Ah, my head.” Sayaka mutters as she stands up, rubbing her head as she tries to focus through the headache stabbing through her every sense. ‘What happened, let’s see… I tricked Makoto into switching rooms with me,’ she thinks, feeling really bad about that, but choosing not to focus on that at the moment. ‘Then I got a knife, invited Leon in, and then… And then…’ She says, her eyes slowly opening wide in horror as she looks at Leon, staring at something behind her on the ground with just as much terror. She looks to the ground and finds what had the boy reacting like that, that being her dead body, lying on the ground with blood pouring out from her mouth and the holes in her stomach, especially the one with a large knife sticking out of it.
Sayaka: “A… AH… AAAAAAHHHHHH!” She yells as she stumbles back, tripping and falling down, resorting to scooting away as far from her body as she can until her back connects with the wall on the opposite side of her room. As she sits there, staring wide-eyed at her body, trying to collect herself, she idly notices Leon leave the room. After several moments of watching Leon clean up the scene, not actually taking anything in, she finally manages to catch her breath as she hears something, the whistling from earlier. She slowly looks to her right, seeing the wolfman from earlier.
Death: “I’m sorry that this has happened. It’s a shame when friends end up doing this sort of thing to each other.” He says with a shake of his head.
Sayaka: “W-What do you mean?” She says, not understanding what was happening or why this man had said that. Her & Leon weren’t that close, they had only just met. That bear thing kept saying they were friends, but that was just random hyperbole! Now this wolf guy was saying it too? What’s going on?!
Death: “You are confused, I know.” He says as he stands up and takes a sickle off of his belt, swinging it in the air as a golden tear appears in the air. “If you wish to understand, then step through here. There is nothing left for you in this world.” He says, offering his other hand to Sayaka. Seeing that he had a point, she takes his hand-or paw, rather-as he pulls her to her feet, and she slowly steps through the tear, as it vanishes behind her as soon as she crosses over. “This place is gonna be a pain, I can already tell.” He says with a shake of his head as he starts whistling once again, knowing he’s got a lot more work to do today.
Notes:
I hope this chapter came out well. I'm not the biggest fan of Danganronpa (mostly because I've played one game so far, and they killed all the characters I wanted to live and left the worst characters alive) but I did like Sayaka, for the small amount of time she had, so I hope I did well in this chapter. Also, sorry that this chapter took so long to come out even though there was so little to it. I've just had a busy week. Seriously, the week started with my birthday, and it ended with me graduating college, so yeah, I've had a lot on my plate. But it's summer now, so hopefully I can write more.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I hope you have a good day.
Chapter 7: The Monster is Dead
Summary:
Nimona has done a lot of things in her life. Dying has not been one of them. Oh well, there's always time to try new things, right?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Nimona: ‘Stupid Ballister… Stupid knights… Stupid URGH!’ The shapeshifter growls internally as she bounds through the underbrush in the shape of a red wolf, wanting to get away from everything! Especially things that make her think of—'Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.’ She thinks as she crashes to a halt as she finds herself standing at a wishing well. The same one she told Ballister about in the fake story. The same one where she met her. Her first friend. The one who turned her back on Nimona as soon as everyone started calling out ‘monster’. The same woman who got a statue erected of her in that stupid pose when she “killed” Nimona… A stupid statue that she could see from here, in all of its shitty, golden glory.
Nimona: ‘You know what?’ She thinks to herself, as she can feel her anger finally boiling over, as her usual red energy turned black. ‘If they want a monster so bad? Why not give them one?!’ She thinks as the energy grows, coiling around her, growing and growing into a form that she hadn’t taken in a long time. She begins to stomp forward, towards the Kingdom. Maybe, if she had taken a moment to calm down, she wouldn’t be doing this. Maybe she would have stayed by that well for a few hours before going into hiding again… And maybe she would’ve heard the whistling over the sound of her own heart violently beating in her enormous body. A sound that sent all others running away, or quietly lying down to accept their fate.
Nimona: “Oww…” She groans as she rubs her head, sitting up in what looks to be a pile of rubble. “Well, guess I shouldn’t have expected much else.” She says with a shrug as she stands up, idly wondering why she wasn’t coughing at all the smoke in the air. Sure, getting stabbed and shot weren’t really issues for her, but still, smoke was gross. “Wow, I really broke a lot, didn’t I?” She remarks as she looks at the rubble. She got to break stuff, save the day, so, honestly? Solid day if she was being honest. Only one thing could make it better, and speaking of, there he was! Ballister, walking through the smoke, looking like a sad sack. “Hey, Boss! I really showed her, eh? Eh?!” She says, doing jazz hands at the knight… Only for him to walk past her.
Nimona: “Uh, hey, boss? Come on, we won, don’t give me the cold—” She says, going to place a hand on his shoulder, only for her hand to go through his shoulder. “Shoulder?” She mutters as she tries again, then sticks her hand through his torso, even turns into a red hummingbird and pecks at his face but, no cigar. Everything she tried just went through him, and he didn’t seem to notice. “What the?” She mutters, before a light begins to glow from above. She looks up to see it was raining weird, red shiny things. At first, she was mystified, she had never seen anything like it! “Wow, what is this stuff?” She says as she shifts into a gorilla and tries to catch one, only to go through it too. “Huh, weird. Kind looks like… Me.” She says as she starts putting things together.
She rushed at a cannon that was in the process of firing at her, she was surrounded by rubble and smoke, Ballister couldn’t see, feel or hear her, and now it was raining weird glowy bits the same shade of red she was.
Nimona: “Oh… Oh no.” She mutters as she figures it out, before she feels a chill run down her spine, as a whistle fills the air. She quickly turns and sees a man in a cloak, with a the face and paws of a wolf with silver fur, with blood red eyes. He was slowly walking towards her, with a pair of gleaming silver sickles in his hands.
Death: “Well, you certainly went out with a bang, didn’t you?” He says with a chuckle as he stops whistling, and Nimona shakes her head. Sure, this dude was shady but, come on, she wasn’t gonna be judgy to a guy she had never met before.
Nimona: “Yeah, well, that’s kind of how I lived my life.”
Death: “Hehe, indeed.” He says as he glances at the new hole in the wall, which could be seen quite clearly now that the smoke had disappeared, along with the odd red lights. “Humans have been hiding in these walls for thousands of years, scared like rats. And now? They’re out. Thanks to you.” He says as he smirks at Nimona, who simply scoffs and waves his statement off.
Nimona: “Aw, come on, I was just breaking some stuff.”
Death: “True. A fact that won’t be forgotten for a long time.” He says as the two take in the scene, the light of the moon raining down on them.
Nimona: “You uh… You think they’ll still call me a… You know.” She asks, not wanting to say the word. She still had mountains of issues with that word, and one rampage through the Kingdom and a self-sacrifice wouldn’t change that so easily.
Death: “Well, humans fear what they don’t understand. But,” he says as they turn to look at Ballister, being held in the arms of Ambrosius. “If you do the right thing, and you do it loud enough, they also tend to change their tune.”
Nimona: “Pfft, hypocrites.” She scoffs with a roll of her eyes.
Death: “Indeed.” He says as he twirls one of his sickles. “Now, if I’m being honest Nimona, I don’t really know what your fate is. Everything living has to die, but somehow, I get the feeling that death is only an inconvenience to you. At least, it is for now.” He says as he cuts through the air, opening a golden scar in front of them. “So, for now, why not enjoy what the afterlife has to offer?” He says as he gestures to the portal, and Nimona stares at it for a moment before turning back to look at Ballister and Ambrosius, who seemed to be standing now, and talking.
Nimona: “I don’t know, I think I wanna stay for a while. Maybe see what being a ghost is like.” She says, already thinking of all the ways she could mess with her partner in crime.
Death: “Well, you certainly have time for that, but,” he says, trailing off slightly as he scratches his chin. “You can’t punch Gloreth on this side, you know?” He says, as Nimona’s small smirk is wiped from her face, as she looks shocked. Then, after standing in silence for a moment, she gets a big, wicked, toothy grin on her face.
Nimona: “I’ll be right back, boss! Remember, a deal’s a deal!” She shouts as she shifts into a rhino and charges through the golden tear, slightly stunning the wolfman as she bounds through, causing it to close behind her.
Death: “I didn’t even tell her where she was.” He says before shrugging. He didn’t have much else to do in the Kingdom, but regardless, his job was never done. “Wonder when she’ll die for real?” He ponders before shrugging, as he starts looking through the rubble for the other spirit he has to deal with today.
Notes:
Hello! I just watched the movie and I flipping loved it! Then this idea came to mind and I wrote this chapter! Hoped you liked it! Also, I know in the book that it's never made explicitly clear that Nimona is Gloreth's Monster, and it isn't explicitly clear in the movie either, but for the sake of this, I'm saying she was because, while not explicit, it's heavily implied, bare minimum.
Nothing else to say, so I hope you have a nice day!
Chapter 8: The End
Summary:
Wander has been traveling and helping lots of folks, but all good lives must come to an end.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Wander: “Hooboy.” The little orange fuzzball says as he sits up with a yawn and stretches, climbing out of the hammock he had strung up between two trees. He walks over to the nearby pond and starts drinking some of the water, taking a look at his reflection. He had grown quite a beard in the last few years, though strangely, it wasn’t the same color of his fur. He’s no doctor, but he’s pretty sure it should’ve been the same color, right? Oh well, now wasn’t the time to worry about that. He was gonna start making some food for the nearby locals, though, he wasn’t sure if there were any locals around. This was a pretty barren planet, so other than some wildlife, there shouldn’t be anyone.
That’s good, he’s always ready to help and all, but these last few years have been a bit harder on the ol’ joints. He can’t get around quite as fast as he used to, but that wasn’t gonna slow him down none.
Wander: “Alright, better get to wo-” He says to himself, ready to get started making some feed for any birds, maybe some salad for any cervine creatures, when he hears something behind him. It was a low whistle, not exactly the type of tune to tap his feet to, honestly, it was a bit creepy. He shouldn’t say that sort of thing though, it’s rude to judge people’s taste in music. He looks around and sees that the whistle was coming from someone who was sitting at his camp. Couldn’t really see any of their features though, they had a hood and cloak on, hiding most of their features, though Wander could tell that, however they were, they had a long silver snout, kinda like a dog or maybe a wolf, and his hands were reminiscent of the paws of those creatures too.
Said paws were currently stirring a pot of something on the fire pit Wander had made.
Death: “Care for some soup, Wander?” The man offers, moving his head to look at Wander with crimson eyes, his face even more clearly resembling a wolf now that Wander could see him clearly.
Wander: “Well, howdy!” He greets cheerily as he walks back over to the fire pit, the wolfman passing him a bowl that he uses to scoop out some soop, the wolfman doing the same with a bowl of his own. “So, who are you stranger?” He asks as he eats some of the soup whilst the stranger chuckles.
Death: “Stranger? I am no stranger, Wander. We’ve met many times before.”
Wander: “Oh, we have?” He questions, perking up in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m usually a lot better at remembering faces.” He admits with an embarrassed scratch at his nape. “Tell me, when did we meet? Do we have any mutual friends?”
Death: “Oh, quite a few.”
Wander: “Really? Huh, strange they never mentioned you.” He says, growing confused as to who this was.
Death: “They didn’t know me for very long.”
Wander: “Oh, well, who’re our mutual friends?”
Death: “Oh, well, let’s see,” he says as he lightly scratches his chin. “There’s King Bingleborp, Westley, Sir Starlight, Sourdough, Janet, Little Bits, Ryder, Dr. Screwball Jones, Major Threat, the Black Cube, Andy, Ripov, Emperor Awesome, Captain Tim, Commander Peepers, Lord Hater, Lord Dominator, and Sylvia to name a few.” He says, listing several people that Wander was intimately familiar with. Though, as the list went on and on, the ever present smile on his face slowly faded, and by the time the stranger got to CPeeps, Wander’s smile was gone.
Wander: “But… They’re all…” He says, trailing off, not wanting to say it. Then, he sees the sympathetic gleam in the stranger’s eyes, and he figures it out. He glances back to his hammock, a cold feeling filling his veins as his heart dropped, as he saw that he had never gotten out of his hammock. He was still there. Still sleeping, but he knew that this was one nap he wasn’t going to get up from. “Oh…”
Death: “Are you upset?”
Wander: “Well… I don’t know… I don’t think I can help anyone like this.”
Death: “There is one person you can help.”
Wander: “Really?!” The orange alien asks, joy filling his voice at the idea that there’s someone he can help.
Death: “Yourself.” The man states simply, a grin forming on his face. “Wander, when was the last time you did something for yourself?”
Wander: “Oh, well, I-I don’t know.” He says bashfully, not making eye contact. “I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t want to be greedy, what if someone else-”
Death: “Needed help.” The wolf interrupts. “I know. There is a difference between generosity and self-sacrifice, amigo.”
Wander: “Heh, you sound like Sylvia.” He comments with a mirthless chuckle, a frown growing on his bearded face. “… I miss her. I miss all of them.”
Death: “Well, maybe there are problems in the afterlife to help with.” The man says as he stands, pulling out a sickle from off his belt, cutting a hole into the air and looking over to Wander. “There’s nothing to do but find out.” He says, to which Wander lets out a tired sigh.
Wander: “Well, it’ll be nice to see everyone again. Though, could I ask you a favor?”
Death: “Being?”
Wander: “Well, could you take care of that?” He says, hiking a thumb over his shoulder towards what he had accepted to be his corpse. “I know it ain’t exactly litter, but, you never know.”
Death: “I’d be happy to.” He says with a small nod as he and Wander walk past each other, with Wander walking through the portal to whatever may be on the other side, the portal closing behind him after crossing over, whilst the wolf walks towards the body of the newly deceased.
In a galaxy far far away, on a planet in the middle of who knows where, a green hat sitting on a stick served as the only gravemarker to one of the kindest individuals in that galaxy, and possibly several more in the whole wide universe.
Notes:
Yeah, I wrote Wander's death. This show was solid and we were wrongfully denied a Season 3! Also, this chapter was slightly inspired by a different fic I read where Wander (whatever he is) is an alien that can live a really long time, so yeah, basically everyone else died before him. Hurray! Wander has depression! Anyway, my rambling aside, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
Chapter 9: Here There be Witches
Summary:
Death has a small chat with the best of both things, and one of the biggest pieces of shit in recent Disney history.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Currently, the Titan was floating down into the murky depths of the Space Inbetween, waiting for his existence to sort of… Fade? He wasn’t actually sure what would happen. He knew that he was gonna die from this, but the specifics weren’t exactly clear. I mean, it’s not like he got many visitors… Or any visitors, for that matter, and basically the only one he had received was one he particularly wanted to not die at the moment. She was funny, his son had good taste in friends… Oh, he wasn’t gonna get to meet his son. Before he could really focus on that thought for long, he felt something. A hand pulling him out of the waters. That shouldn’t be happening, he was alone in here. Though, as soon as he breached the waters, he figured out how someone was pulling him out.
Death: “Hola, Boiling Isles.” The wolfman says with a grin as he looks down at the Titan sitting in the water.
Titan: “Oh, Death. Good to see you.” He says with a small smile as he stands upright. “So, guess I really did die down there, huh?”
Death: “Indeed. Been a while since a Titan died, it’s rather… Nostalgic.”
Titan: “Dark.” He comments with a chuckle. “So… You wanna talk about Luz, right?”
Death: “Cutting right to it, I appreciate it.” He says with a nod, his grin slipping from his face. “She died, Titan. I think I was pretty clear about cheating me.”
Titan: “Now now, before you get all mad,” he says, casually holding up his hands in faux surrender. “I think we both know you don’t care this time.”
Death: “And what makes you say that?”
Titan: “Because she’s got her whole life ahead of her, she didn’t deserve to die yet. Also,” he starts, putting a hand on Death’s shoulder as he makes the closest thing his skeletal face can to a smile. “This way, you can get someone who’s been cheating you for 500 years.” He comments, and neither says a word for a while. Eventually, Death lets out a tired sigh as he glares at the Titan.
Death: “I’m not happy about it.”
Titan: “Never asked you to be.” He says with a deep laugh. “So, I guess I’d better get going, right?”
Death: “Sí.” He says as he cuts open a new kind of portal in the middle of the air.
Titan: “Alright, hey, mind if the next one you open is close to me? I got a few things I wanna say to Belos.” He says, the threat bringing a new smile to Death’s face. A far more sadistic one than before.
Death: “Get in line, amigo.”
Philip wouldn’t describe the current sensation he was feeling as ‘waking up’ but it was something close. It was more like… As if he was unconscious, and now suddenly wasn’t. It was odd, especially considering the last thing he remembered was those infernal witches stomping him to death. Him! Their Emperor! He knew those witches had no sense of loyalty, but this whole rebellion had ruined everything! Now those things could spread their foul magic to the human realm. It was infuriating! Seeing that he was currently lying on the dirt, he slowly picked himself up with a groan of pain, rubbing his head to soothe the splitting headache he was feeling… Wait, wasn’t it raining? No, scratch that, it was raining.
Right now, it hadn’t stopped, and yet he was standing in the rain, not feeling anything, even though the rain was literally acid. Now that he examined it further, the rain wasn’t landing on his hands, rather, they were falling through his hands. Not through holes they had formed in his hands, mind you, but they were falling through his hands as if they weren’t even there… Wait, hands?! Philip quickly looks himself over, finding that his body was put together. It wasn’t that disgusting sludge of eyes, bones, and sinew that he had grown used to maintaining, no, it was his own flesh and blood body! He glanced around, trying to find some kind of explanation, but there was none to be found.
He was definitely in the same spot as he remembered blacking out, but those blasted witches seemed to have departed, as had Luz… Though, now that he was looking around, what was that black stuff on the ground? The rain was quickly melting whatever it was, so it was just about gone, but what was it? If it was a native to this wretched place, it shouldn’t be melting, so what the hell was it? As he was questioning that, letting his confusion be displayed clearly on his face, he heard a whistle. A slow, cold whistle that sent a shiver up his spine. He turned and had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
Philip: ‘Ugh, great. Just what I need. Another resident of this cursed place.’ He internally groans as what looks like a wolfman with silver fur and crimson eyes wearing a black, hooded cloak approaches him. Before he can even start to think about how he was gonna talk to this wretched monster, it chuckled, and spoke.
Death: “Well, well, well. Philip Whitterbane,” he says slowly, whilst Philip shudders in surprise. How did this ungodly creature know his name?! He was certain Luz had limited that little tidbit to those insufferable rebels, and this definitely wasn’t one of them. “You’ve been dodging me for quite some time, eh?”
Philip: “Who are you?” He questions, maintaining a brave face. He wasn’t going to let some abomination get the better of his nerves… Ok, not a literal abomination, those were purple sludge things, but that’s besides the point!
Death: “Oh, you can’t tell? I’m Death.” He declares, and Philip has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the statement.
Philip: “Oh please. You are most certainly not the first wretch in this ghastly place to claim such a thing, and you won’t be the last.” He says, closing his eyes before tapping on the light glyph he had drawn with his foot when he saw the creature approach. He had picked up some tricks from Luz, much to her chagrin… Wait, wasn’t there supposed to be a flash?
Death: “Might wanna check your glyph, cabrón.” The wolf says with a grin. Philip glances down at the floor where he had drawn his light trap, only to find that his glyph wasn’t there.
Philip: ‘What the?’ He thinks to himself as he tries to draw it again, this time not bothering to hide it, but nothing! The dirt wasn’t moving, as if he wasn’t touching it in the first place! “No… No no no!” He shouts, panicking slightly as the wolf laughs.
Death: “Oh, I’m so sorry, Philip, but the dead can’t touch things. Now then,” he says, pulling a sickle off his belt. “It’s time to go.”
Philip: “N-No! No no no! I-I can’t die! I-I made sure of it!”
Death: “Oh, I’m aware.” He says, his sadistic glee turning to righteous fury for a moment. “Once I’m done dragging you kicking and screaming to the bowels of Hell, I’ll be escorting the souls of those poor palisman you butchered to extend your pathetic life.”
Philip: “They don’t have souls!” He shouts in defiance. “Nothing in this hellscape does!”
Death: “Witchunters,” he scoffs in disgust, finally having reached Philip, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up. “No respect for the living.”
Philip: “L-Let go of me!” He manages to choke out as he struggles against the wolfman’s tight grip.
Death: “You know how your spell worked better than anyone. You know exactly what you did. Now,” he starts before throwing Philip to the ground. “I haven’t enjoyed the thrill of the hunt for a good while, so, cazador de brujas, I’m gonna give you ten seconds to run.” He declares, pulling another sickle off his belt, spinning them in his hands, allowing them to slam against each other, producing an ominous light show of sparks. “So, what are you waiting for? Run.” He orders as his sadistic grin stretches to a disturbing size as Philip does what he was used to doing during his early days on the Boiling Isles. He runs. He turns tail and run as Death takes a deep sniff of the air.
Death: “Mmmm, oh the smell of fear! It never gets old!” He says as he starts following after the pathetic cheat. It had been so long since he had hunted down a witch hunter. The holier-than-thou murderers who were always so surprised when he sided with the innocent people they had killed, always made for entertaining prey. Though, he would have to restrain himself, just a tiny bit. There were plenty of people on the other side who wanted a piece of this one.
Notes:
Hey! It's been almost a year since I last posted, and now I've posted two chapters within a day of each other! Originally, I was gonna go and work on my other fics, but user 'GrimoireWeissDHades' asked for a Belos chapter, and I just HAD to! It's not a brutal beatdown, but I like keeping these short, so I hope that having Philip run with his tail between his legs will suffice! I tried to capture the sort of energy from the 'Blue Fang demon' scene from 'Castlevania', seeing as Philip was a witch hunter, so he was most likely religious. So, yeah, that's what I was going for. Interestingly enough, the Catholic Church's public stance on witch hunts back then was that witch hunter's were idiots who thought magic was real, and were killing innocent people in their stupidity, which is honestly hilarious. Though, technically the Protestant Church was all for it, apparently. Guess Philip was a Protestant (Someone get Alexander Anderson). Anyway, witch hunting trivia aside, it's a horrible practice, don't do it. Don't think I had to say it, but, there it is.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
Chapter 10: Body in the Water
Summary:
Admiral Zhao, the man who temporarily killed the moon (a phrase which makes no sense without context).
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The silence in the air was deafening in the Northern Water Tribe. The moon was floating in the night sky, as it always had, with a gentle blue glow. Unlike mere moments ago when its glow had turned a blood red, and then its glow had simply ceased to be, blanketing the world in terrifying darkness.
Death: “Didn’t expect this today.” The wolfman says, staring up at the moon as he stands in a small oasis, where two koi fish swim in a small pound at his feet. One was white with a black spot on its head, and the other was the inverse. Both were currently orbiting each other gently, taking turns staring at each other in joy and glancing at the wolf standing above them in trepidation. “Really, first, Tui dies, then you and that girl that you helped cheat me years ago pulls a fast one, then La and Wan number ‘who cares’ kill everyone wearing red. Honestly, I-.”
???: “Death, please.” A male voice echoes out, a voice that Death knew to be coming from the white fish. “I… Almost stopped existing, please, give me time before you berate me for narrowly surviving a mad man.” The fish begs the wolf, who scoffs as he turns to glare down at the fish.
Death: “Rrrgh, don’t think you can weasel your way out of this, pez.” He growls, using a word that no spirit knew the origin of.
???: “We have done wrong by you, I understand that.” A female voice says, interrupting whatever point Death could make before he made it. Both he and Tui knew this to be the voice of the black koi fish. “But you must understand, the balance had been shattered. It needed to be corrected, or the destruction on the world would be far more catastrophic then what you see here now.”
Death: “Pfft, what, would you have rampaged longer?” The man scoffs as he stares the fish in the eye, not letting any satisfaction show when she blinks first. “Now, enough with the pleasantries, I have work to do. Work that you have been keeping me from. So, La,” he says as he crouches down, bringing his snout inches from the spirit of the ocean, as the two ancient beings stare each other down. “What. Do. You. Want?”
Zhao had fought his fair few Waterbenders in his time, but this was a fight he knew he had no chance of winning. An enraged Avatar, dragging him all the way to the ocean floor, simply waiting for the water to fill his lungs. And it certainly felt that it had done that, his lungs burned, even as he dragged himself up on the sidewalk, panting from the exertion required to swim up as far as he had. He heard something surface in the canal nearby, but he was honestly too tired to care. Currently, he was focusing on catching his breath, and after that, he would formulate a plan. Something to deal with Zuko, some way to capture the Avatar, and then… What was that noise? It sounded like a whistle of some kind, but that’s strange?
Who would just be out and about whistling right now? The attack was either being repelled, or it already had been and the survivors were trying to fix everything, so who was that? Zhao craned his head and opened his eyes, struggling to do even that little, as he looked up and saw… Well, he wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but considering he was just dragged under the surface by and angry spirit, he could guess that this was another such creature. It was mostly covered by a dirty black cloak, but he could still see its hands and feet-or paws rather, covered in silver fur, much like the snout poking out from its hood. It was holding a pair of sickles that gleamed in the moonlight, and had a pair of crimson eyes that shined with an ominous light.
Sensing the danger this creature posed, Zhao was quick to pick himself up and readied himself for a fight, assuming a stance that he was certain was shakier than it normally would be, but near death experiences tend to do that to you.
Death: “Well, well, Admiral Zhao, not so invincible now, eh?” The wolf says with a grin growing on his snout.
Zhao: “That’s Zhao the Conqueror.” He corrects before punching forward, sending a massive torrent of flames at the wolf… Well, that was what was supposed to happen, but there was nothing. No flame, no sparks, not even an ounce of heat. “What?” He mutters to himself as he looks down at his hands, wondering why his Firebending wasn’t working. He’s pulled from his thoughts as the wolf starts to chuckle.
Death: “That’s the funny thing about Bending,” he says before gesturing towards something in the canal with one of his sickles. Zhao glances to what he was pointing at, and that’s when he saw it; A body floating in the water, a body that he recognized. It would have been harder not to, considering his own pale, waterlogged face was attached to it, staring up at the sky blankly like a dead fish. “You can’t do it if you’re dead.”
Zhao: “N-No, that can’t be!” He denies, staggering away from the edge of the canal. “I-I am Zhao the Conqueror, Zhao the Moonslayer, Zhao the Invincible!”
Death: “You’re Zhao the Deadman Walking.” He says with a sadistic grin before he rushes at Zhao, too fast for Zhao to react. He gets knocked down to the cold floor, but before he can get up, he feels something stab through his ankle. Zhao screams in pain as he looks down, finding that one of the wolf’s sickles had pierced his boot, pinning him in place. The wolf stands up and, using his other blade, carves a hole in the air, a golden scar that begins to leak an ominous fog. “You really shouldn’t have tried killing a spirit, Zhao. They’re known to be rather petty.” He says before tearing his sickle out from Zhao’s ankle and putting it on his belt before grabbing Zhao’s ankle, making sure to keep a firm grip on the wounded appendage as Zhao kicks and screams.
Zhao: “No! Release me now!” He screams and shouts, but no one hears a word, as the wolf drags the Admiral through the golden tear, allowing it to seal shut as if it had never been there in the first place.
Notes:
Hey everybody! Just to quickly address something, I know that I implied Death can't force people to the other side in Chapter 4, but considering the Spirit World in Avatar, I decided to play a little fast and loose with the rules on this one. Also, there's a small joke where the spirits don't know Spanish, because I realized that Spanish probably doesn't exist in the world of Avatar.
Anywho, I don't really have anything much else to say about it, other than I hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day!
EDIT: Oh, right, almost forgot to mention, but this one was requested by 'Clinohumite199'.
Chapter 11: Paragon or Die
Summary:
Commander Shepherd managed to kill a Reaper, but not the Reaper.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
If there was one thing that sucked about space, it was when part of your ship blows up and literally sucks you out into the cold vacuum of the void. Not something Shepherd could say they ever wanted to experience, but they knew that it wasn’t exactly something they had a choice in. Get into a dog fight in space and the chances of said event occurring weren’t exactly low, especially for a military vessel like theirs. Still painful, though, evidently it was manageable, which didn’t seem right. The wall they were standing next to literally exploded, there should be a very acute burning sensation on their everything, and how were they breathing? Shouldn't the oxygen tank have been the first thing to blow up on their person? And even if not, how was there still any oxygen left? Did they miss something on their last diagnostic?
As they were trying to figure it out, they could hear something. A whistle? In the vacuum of space? Where no one could hear you scream? Shepherd looked around for a moment, squinting behind their visor as they tried to find the source of the physics defying, spine chilling melody, they eventually noticed something… Walking towards them? It was hard to spot at first, as whoever or whatever it is was covered by a riding cloak, the kind that hadn’t even been seen on Earth in centuries, allowing it to blend in to the perpetual blackness of space. What made it stand out and allow Shepherd to see it in the first place were its crimson eyes, burning more intensely than any red dwarf that Shepherd had ever seen.
As the being approached Shepherd, the Commander noticed that their appearance resembled an anthropomorphic, silver furred wolf of some kind, and along with the fact that it was somehow walking in space, but they also weren’t wearing a helmet.
Death: “Well, well, Comandante Shepherd. Nice to finally meet you.” The wolfman greets with a smile, freaking Shepherd out even more since he was talking in space.
Shepherd: “That a fact?”
Death: “Well of course, after all, I’ve been waiting to meet the bastardo loco who took down a Reaper. Gotta say, I’m impressed.”
Shepherd: “You know about the Reapers?” The commander asks, adding yet another thing to be surprised about in this encounter.
Death: “Course I do. Those malditos calamares have been killing for millions of years, and now, you’ve taken them down a peg. It was quite the sight.” He says with a wry chuckle, looking like he was reminiscing about the Reaper’s death at that very moment.
Shepherd: “Who are you?” The Commander asks, finally fed up with whoever this guy is.
Death: “Well, you saw a fake one, allow me to introduce you to a real reaper.” He says, pointing towards something off to the side. Shepherd turns to see what it was that he was pointing at, and took in a sharp breath as they saw what it was. A dead body, wearing black armor, looking incredibly scorched, with few details visible, save for one; A white ‘N7’ decal with a strip of red next to it. As they registered the only thing that it could be, Shepherd fell silent. “Damn shame, would have liked to have seen you kill a few more Reapers, but, there are no exceptions.”
Shepherd: “… Wait, hold on, what happened to the Normandy?!” The Commander asks, their concern over their crew winning over their shocked revelation at being dead.
Death: “Well, that Joker fellow survived, and so did most of the crew, though just barely. Gotta hand it to him, for a guy who can barely walk, he’s a damn good pilot.”
Shepherd: “Yeah, best there is.” The Commander agrees with a fond chuckle.
Death: “While your concern for your crew is touching, it is time for you to go, Commander.” The wolfman says as he pulls a sickle of all things of his belt and cuts into the void, creating a golden scar, floating amongst the stars with them. “Everything living has to die, no matter what impressive feats they have to their name.”
Shepherd: “No getting out of this?”
Death: “Heh, not on your life, Comandante.” The wolf says with a chuckle. Given the sheer impossibility of the situation, Shepherd figured that it was best to just follow along with the wolf and cross through the scar he had torn open. As it sealed behind them, Death chuckled as he looked into the distance at something no human eye could perceive at such an incredible distance, to the very edge of the galaxy, where a shoal of genocidal robots floats in the void, plotting their return. “Count the days, Reapers. You’re all on my list.”
Notes:
Hey everybody! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I tried to make Shepherd as player neutral as possible, you know, stuff like gender, renegade/paragon, all that's kind of left unclear so you could all envision it as your Shepherd. I know paragon is in the title, but it was either that, or Renegade for Life, and the reference is fun, but the inverse works better, you know?
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter, have a good one!
Oh, and as a fun aside, here's Death roughly two years after the events of this chapter;
Death: "WHAT! THE! FUCK!?"EDIT: Almost forgot, but this chapter was requested by 'GodzillaMaster'.
Chapter 12: Killing Joke
Summary:
Return of the Joker was a widely well received movie. Unfortunately, it has a very fierce critic.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
If the Joker could describe his current state of mind right now, it would be simple; He was absolutely furious. And not the kind of furious that he was able or willing to cover up with a joke and a dead body, no, this was the kind of fury that there was no holding back. The kind where Joker stopped smiling so that everyone knew just how absolutely murderous he was feeling. He had spent decades silently laughing to himself, watching, waiting for little Robin to finally crack a smile and bring him back and, granted, it turns out that that didn’t resurrect him exactly, he was fine with that. Even though it left him to continue watching silently with a hole still in his chest, stabbing pain through every nerve of his body every time he made a facsimile attempt at breathing, that was fine. It was such a grand joke, the punchline was literal years in the making!
He even managed to get Harley’s family in on the joke, cause she was just as old and decrepit as everyone else from back in the good ol’ days, and even a brand new Scarecrow! Oh, how he wished he was haunting Bruce just so he could see his face at the reveal, standing right behind him just beyond the veil. Then, it was ruined! This stupid… New Batman, a phrase he almost threw up while thinking about, ruined everything! Bats had a tendency to do that, there was nothing new there, but this little brat! Oh, did he get under Joker’s ephemeral skin! First, he brings a fucking dog of all things to maul him, what was that?! He didn’t even set up the fact that the dog was apparently there in the first place, just ‘sic em’ and that was it!
Then, oh this McGinnis fucker, he had the nerve, the sheer absolute gall to make jokes! At Joker’s expense! Batman was making fun of HIM! It was a perversion of the natural order of things, a flip of the script that, for once, didn’t have Joker clutching his sides in laughter and glee! Then, the cherry on top of this absolute pie to the face, was the ending. Tim had him pinned under a table, strangling the life out of the brat, when all of the sudden, his microchip got fried when Terry grabbed it with his own fucking joy buzzer! Not only did this brat ruin what was quite possibly his best joke, if not most certainly his last, he used the Joker’s own goddamn party supplies to do it!
And to make this absolute flop of a finale even worse, there was one more audience member that only he was aware of.
Death: “Hahaha, well, you were right, Joker.” The wolfman says as they both stand in the burning remains of the candy factory that J.J. was using as a base. “That was pretty funny.”
Joker: “Oh shut up.” He grumbles as the wolf continues chuckling.
Death: “Right, right. Well, since you’re clearly done here,” the wolfman says, carving a golden tear in the open air with a silver sickle. “It’s time to go, Joker. No more jokes left to tell.” He said to the clown with a grin, and if Joker was up for it, he would have beaten that smile off of the wolf, but frankly, the prospect of fighting the embodiment of Death itself with his bare hands, no party favors, and a hole in his heart was not exactly tempting. Besides, the dog was unfortunately right, he had found that his ability to interact with the mortal plane was, at most, knocking vases off of tables and clogging toilets. He doesn’t know how that Deadman guy does it.
Joker: “Uuuugh, fine.” The clown groans as he walks over to the portal. “You know what? I bet Hell will be more accommodating to my sense of humor anyway.”
Death: “What do you know, we finally agree on something.” He comments with another annoying smirk.
Joker: “Oh shut up, fido.” The joker grumbles as he walks through the portal, sealing behind the clown prince of crime like a curtain on his final show.
Notes:
Hey hey, here's the death of Mr. J, or, at least, here's his soul departing. I figured that, since ghosts totally exist in DC Comics (heck, I reference Deadman and his whole superpower is being a ghost who can do ghost stuff), that when Joker first died, he would absolutely stick around to see the last punchline he ever set up come to fruition, only for it to blow up in his face. Also, yeah, I made mention of Joker knocking over vases and clogging toilets as a ghost. I think we can all figure out whose vases he was breaking and whose toilets he was clogging. Unfortunately, Alfred can't put any buckshot in his face if he's a ghost.
Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
EDIT: Almost forgot, but this chapter was requested by 'LudioGestalt'.
Chapter 13: Death is Forever
Summary:
Death is forever, whether you like it or not
Now longer shall you walk, instead your corpse, it shall rot
It's simply black and white
There's no use in trying to fight it
Once you're done with your life I'll come to find you, my friend
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
???: “Well? What do you think?” One being asked another. The one that asked a question of the other was of pure, blinding light, and whatever their form was, the light was simply too bright for it to be seen. Another was wrapped in darkness like a shroud, a lupine head with silver fur and blood red eyes poking out from within.
Death: “What do you call them?”
???: “Humans. They also have individual names, like we do. I call them Adam and Lilith. Now come on, what do you think?” The bright being asks the wolf, who simply scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Death: “I’ll make my judgment when they come to know me. Speaking of, how long will that be?” He asks, only for the glowing being to chuckle.
???: “Never.” They say simply, speaking with a tone that brings to mind a cheeky grin, even if their face cannot be seen. At this simple answer, the wolf turns to the being of light with a glare, filled with a fury as cold as ice.
Death: “What?” He growls, sounding like he was about to rip the other beings head off for his simple answer.
???: “They will never come to know you. I wanted to try and make something that lasts forever. They’ll take over the Earth, and live forever.” The first being explains, and for a few moments, then, his shoulders start to shake, and after a few moments, the wolf cannot hold it back anymore as he begins to laugh.
Death: “Hehehahahahahahaha, oh, oh that’s a good one. What’d you call them, jokes? Gotta say, that was hilarious.” He says with a massive smile before continuing. “Let me be quite clear on something. Everyone will know me. That includes you one day.” He lectures the being before turning and walking away.
???: “We’ll see about that.” The other replies, not sounding at all perturbed by the wolf’s statement. “Well, I know you’re eternally busy, so I’ll leave you to it. Goodbye Death.”
Death: “Yes yes, adios Y-”
???: “Actually,” the glowing being interrupts, stopping the wolf before he can finish his farewell. “I decided on a different name for myself.”
Death: “Oh really? And what would that be?” He asks, throwing a bored look over his shoulder at the being of pure light, being of the few who could perceive their smile.
???: “God.”
Death: “Whatever.” He says with a roll of his eyes, no longer amused by the glowing being’s antics.
God: “Take care.” The being says as Death leaves their sight before looking back down at the humans. “Okay, let’s see how you’re doing… Wait, what’s Lucifer doing?”
Adam: “Uuugghh…” The first man groans as he sits up, glancing around his surroundings, not knowing what was happening. He remembers working in the fields, like usual, and then he fell over? Pretty embarrassing, but hey, not like anyone was around to notice. No one was out to help him, as usual. He’s the original dick! Shouldn’t he get a damn day off once in a while!?… Wait, what’s a day off? Did he just have a new idea?! Oh, he’s gotta write that one down! Adam reaches over to find something to write on, only to realize that there wasn’t anything around. That’s weird, he was pretty sure he was back in the cave. I mean, someone had to have noticed and brought him back in, right? Though, now that he was paying attention, the floor definitely did not feel like rocks.
In fact, he wasn’t really sure there was anything that was this soft, and he had napped on a lot of different stuff. It’s at this point that Adam opens his eyes to find where he was, only to find that he was still out in the field, which also didn’t make sense since dirt also wasn’t this comfortable! He stood up and looked up at the sun, but fails to do so since the moon was there instead.
Adam: “The fuck?! How long have I been out?!” He questions aloud, not really expecting an answer since no one seemed to be around. “Hello?! Where the fuck is everybody?!” He shouts angrily, not knowing where everyone was or why no one seemed to be freaking out about it, so he starts angrily marching back to the cave. Eventually, he reaches the move of the cave and finds that all of his family were inside. “Hey! Guess who?” He asks rhetorically with a shout, and to his fury, not a single head turns to his shouting. They didn’t even seem to acknowledge him. “Hey! It’s me! Your dad! You know, the guy who farms all your damn food?! Ring any bells?!” He shouts at his gathered family, only to continue to be ignored as they all seemed to stare at something.
Adam: “Hey! Stop ignoring me!” He shouts, about to go into an angry tirade, only to be cut off by a whistle behind him. Adam turned to the source to see what looked like some sort of wolf person, wrapped in darkness, as if the shadows of the night were actively molding themselves around the creature. The only reason Adam could even compare it to a wolf was because of the silver furred snout poking out from the darkness, two burning red eyes looking in at them.
Death: “They can’t hear you.”
Adam: “The fuck you mean they can’t hear me?” He asks angrily, stepping between this creature and his gathered family.
Death: “I mean what I said. They can’t hear you.”
Adam: “Yeah, ok, sure! But WHY can’t they hear me?!” He growls in frustration, rubbing his brow at a familiar headache. The kind he always got when talking with the angels, always saying shit as if he was just supposed to know and understand stuff. At this point, he was pretty good at switching up his questions so he could actually get some answers, even if he was a few years out of practice… Actually, a few years wasn’t a big enough metric, maybe he should make some bigger measure of time? Ideas for later.
Death: “Tell me, Adam. You spent much time in the Garden naming things. Was there ever anything you didn’t name? Perhaps something you were told already had a name?” He asks, not slowing down his questions to even let Adam process that this thing apparently knew about the Garden.
Adam: “Uuuhhh no? I named everything, pal?”
Death: “Oh, but that’s not true, amigo.” He says with a laugh, continuing before Adam can ask what the fuck an ‘amigo’ was. “There was something you didn’t name. A state of being. One where something doesn’t breath, or eat, or drink, or think. The state of being that comes about from your hunting an animal. Or, maybe a bit more personal,” he says, slowing down to look Adam straight in the eye as his lips curl into a toothy smirk. “What did Abel become when Cain was finished?”
Adam: “Hey, don’t you fucking-” the first man starts to shout, only to stop short as he notices the correlation between everything he was saying.
Death: “You might want to take a look at what your familia is so interested in.” He says with an ominous chuckle, and without a word, Adam turns around and starts shoving through the crowd. If he was paying a bit more attention, maybe he would have apologized to his children for shoving them aside, and maybe he would have noticed that he wasn’t actually shoving them, or the fact that he was moving through them, or maybe that quite a few of them were crying. Eventually, he reaches the center of the cave and finds what had captured everyone’s attention. In a way, he was glad to find that he was still at the center of everything, but for the most part?
He was horrified as he found… Well, himself, but he was laying on his back, his jaw slack and his eyes wide open, staring off into space, his skin starting to turn gaunt and pale. Adam doesn’t know how long he just stared at his body, as he finally placed the thing he didn’t name; Death. He was dead, just like the deer they hunted, and just like Abel.
Adam: “How… How did it happen?”
Death: “Your lungs collapsed. Seems you were pushing yourself just a bit too hard before winter.” The wolf asks, having come up behind Adam at some point, he didn’t know when, wielding something in his hands. A long tool he remembers Cain made, a scythe he thinks it was called. “Regardless, it’s time for you to go.”
Adam: “Go… Go where?” He asks, not knowing how to process any of what was happening.
Death: “Simple. Where all people shall go when they die.” He says as he raises up the scythe high above his head before bringing it down, cleaving a hole just above where Adam’s body was laying. A golden scar that hung in the air, and on the other side, Adam could see clouds, but they weren’t up in the sky, they seemed to be on the floor. “Right through here, Adam.” He says, no longer sounding cocky or smug in any way as Adam did as the wolf instructed, with the lupine being following shortly behind the first man, the scar sealing itself behind him as if it was never there.
Adam: “So… Is this-” He starts to ask, only to quickly turn his head towards several blaring horns from off to the side. He finds a familiar golden gate standing tall before him, with a familiar, smiling face of an angel greeting him from the other side. The seraphim known, appropriately enough, as Sera.
Sera: “Adam, it’s good to see you again.” She greets with a small nod.
Adam: “Uh, sup?” He greets in return with an awkward wave, not really knowing what to do.
Sera: “Come in, Adam.” She says, gesturing for him to cross the threshold of the gates and into whatever was beyond them.
Adam: “In… In there? Into Heaven?” He asks, just to make sure he was hearing this right. He thought that God was pretty clear on the whole ‘kicking them out of paradise’ thing, so he doesn’t think he could be blamed for being surprised at this turn of events.
Sera: “Indeed, Adam. For living a good and virtuous life, you may spend your afterlife in eternal paradise and bliss.”
Adam: “No shit?” He asks with a laugh, and once again, who could blame him? He was just doing what he did best, which was being fuckin’ awesome, and now he got to stay in Heaven? “Alright! Fuck yeah! Suck it, Lucifer!” He shouts in triumph, glad that he was once again winning at life… Or, death he guesses. “Awe man, it’s gonna be so good to just chill for once. And hey, I can even hang out with Abel, see how paradise has been treating him.” He continues with a grin, only to notice that no one else seemed happy all of the sudden. In fact, Sera seemed upset suddenly.
Death: “Yeah, have fun explaining that one.” He says before turning away from Adam and Sera, whistling a short tune as he disappears, his shadowy form being blown away into nothingness with the breeze.
Adam: “Explaining what?” He asks, not knowing what the wolf could be talking about.
Sera: “Adam,” she starts, resting a hand on his shoulder. “We need to talk. About Abel.”
Notes:
So, lots of things to cover with this one! First, hope you enjoyed the little back and forth between God and Death at the start. Originally, I was going to mention Azrael, the Angel of Death, but then I found out that they aren't usually associated with Christianity, more so Islam and Judaism, so I decided against it. Also, turns out, Adam lived to, like, his 910s, but the Bible doesn't actually list a cause of death. There is mention of him working the Earth till he dies, however, so I took that literally and decided he died while farming. Finally, Hazbin made mention that Adam was the first human to ever go to Heaven, and Abel was killed by Cain way before Adam died. There is absolutely a fic in that fact, but I've got enough fics on my plate, thank you very much.
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!... Oh, wait! One last thing!
A chapter for Adam was requested twice, once by 'GodzillaMaster' and again by 'Hugo789054'. However, while 'GodzillaMaster' specified the Adam from Hazbin Hotel, 'Hugo789054' did not specify what Adam. So, expect another chapter this month.
Chapter 14: Ragnarok
Summary:
Round 2 of Ragnarok has come to a close.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Adam: “Damn.” The first man says as he picks himself up, rubbing his chin. “You throw one hell of a punch, old man.” He mutters as he pops his back before looking back to his opponent, only to find a peculiar sight. Zeus was still there, of course, just a few feet away, but strangely, so was he. Adam was watching himself throw a flurry of punches at jabs at Zeus, while the Greek God replied in kind. It was honestly quite the spectacle, if not entirely jarring since he was currently somehow in two places at once. “Huh, that’s odd. Last time this happened was-” He starts to mutter to himself, only to be cut off by a familiar whistle from behind him. He turns his head and he can feel his heart sink as he beholds an unfortunately familiar face.
Death: “Adam, good to see you again.”
Adam: “Can’t really say I share that sentiment.” He says with a morose shake of his head as he turns to the wolf fully. “So, I guess I failed, huh?”
Death: “Don’t be so hard on yourself First Man.” The wolf says as he places a paw on his shoulder. “You were fighting Zeus, dodging punches faster than time, and he’ll be in stitches by the time this fight is done. No one could ask for anything more.”
Adam: “I could’ve won.”
Death: “Maybe, but listen.” He says, gesturing to the humans watching the fight, cheering for their progenitor. “Do any of them sound upset?” He asks rhetorically.
Adam: “Yes.”
Death: “Alright, allow me to rephrase. Do any of them sound upset with you?”
Adam: “No.” He says before glancing back to the bout. “So, you’re an expert on this kind of thing. How am I still punching him?”
Death: “Honesty? No idea.” He says, looking back to the fight with a grimace. “My best guess is sheer willpower is propelling your corpse.”
Adam: “Is that even possible?”
Death: “Well, the proof is right in front of us, so… Apparently.” He says with a shrug.
Adam: “Ever seen this before?”
Death: “No, never.” He answers immediately with a chuckle. “Of course, I should have known that if anyone would do it, it would be you. You tend to turn into a loco bastardo when your kids are in danger. And, it would seem quite a few of them are this time around.”
Adam: “Yeah…” He agrees with a smile, remembering some of his fonder memories from when he was still fully alive. “… Hey, can I ask you something?”
Death: “Of course.”
Adam: “Do you think my children will win in the end?”
Death: “I can’t see the future, Adam. I just know who dies, and when.”
Adam: “So you know the results?” He counters, watching Death tense up. “Figures. You always wanted to reap a God's soul.”
Death: “Hehehe, you know me well.” He agrees once again, his grin turning more sadistic as he stares into the crowd of gathered Gods.
Adam: “So… What happens now?” He asks, and as soon as the last syllable is past his lips, he feels a sharp pain in his… Well, his everything.
Death: “Now?” He repeats as Adam takes a knee, his ephemeral form forming thousands of cracks like shattered glass. “Now you’ll experience a true death. No second chance, no afterlife, no reincarnation. Only oblivion.” He explains as he crouches down next to Adam. “Are you scared?” He asks, and through the pain, Adam simply gives a grimace of a smile.
Adam: “For myself? No.”
Death: “Farewell, Adam.” He says just as Adam’s corpse lands one last punch against Zeus that sends him flying before freezing, his fist outstretched as Adam’s soul finally shatters completely with a silent crack.
Notes:
Hey everybody! I told you I'd be back sooner than usual, and here I am with Record of Ragnarok's Adam, the absolute GOAT that he is! I don't really have anything to say here, so instead I'll just say that I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
Oh! And one last thing, just for fun; Who would win in a fight? Hazbin Hotel's Adam, or Record of Ragnarok's Adam. Personally, all my money's on the latter.
Chapter 15: Healing Factor
Summary:
Logan has lived a very, very long life. And now, it's finally at an end.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Death: “Well?” The wolf man asks his companion as they both stare at a small group of weary children, all huddled around a mound of rocks with a cross of sticks driven into the dirt at one end. “How does it feel?”
Logan: “Honestly?” He asks, not even glancing at the wolf as he responds. “Cold.”
Death: “Heh, sounds about right.” The wolf says with a small laugh as he leans against a tree.
Logan: “You always let people watch their own funerals?”
Death: “No, not usually.” The wolf says with a shrug. “Unless it gives them that last bit of closure, I usually try to get them over to the other side and go to the next one. But this time? This one’s special.” He says, drawing a laugh from the man next to him.
Logan: “Yeah. Kept you waiting for a long time, didn’t I?”
Death: “Too long.” He notes with, shooting a glare at the man who simply glares right back. After a few moments of silence, the wolf relents with a sigh. “But, I suppose you didn’t really have a choice in that matter, did you?”
Logan: “Could’ve used the bullet.”
Death: “True, but I think we can both agree that it’s a good thing you didn’t.” He notes as one of the children starts to speak. “Jeez, she saw that movie once and she’s got the last part down pat.”
Logan: “It’s a good movie.” He says as they watch the small eulogy play out, silently taking it in as Laura finishes quoting Shane before the others all grab their backpacks and other belongings and start walking away, leaving Laura behind as she continues standing at the grave.
Death: “Well, I think it’s time we go, James.” He says as he stops leaning against the tree, standing up straight as he turns to the other man.
Logan: “Logan.” He corrects, only receiving a roll of the eyes from the wolf.
Death: “Whatever.” He says before pulling a sickle off of his belt and tearing a golden scar in the air.
Logan: “Haven’t seen that kind of shit in a long time.”
Death: “Yes, well, you might be seeing it a lot. If I understand correctly, your friends aren’t any less popular in death than they were in life.”
Logan: “Sounds about right.” He says with a nod, thinking of all the Mutants who were no longer left in the world as he walks over to the portal. “Same shit, different phase of life.”
Death: “Unfortunately.” He says, the slightest amount of pity falling from his mouth as Logan steps through the portal, as it seals behind him, leaving the wolf alone to watch the parade of children walking away from the mound of stones, the body underneath it, and the sticks fashioned into an X placed on one end.
Notes:
So, hope you all liked this chapter! I'm gonna be totally, 100% transparent on this and say that I don't read to many comics, and I haven't seen Logan in a long time, so I hope I got his character decent, even if this was one of the less confrontational chapters. There was less talking, but, in a way, I felt that a more quiet interaction was appropriate. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
This chapter was requested by 'IronTiger26'.
Chapter 16: The Dead Horse
Summary:
And I say so, and I know so
And if you die I'll take your soul
O, poor old man
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Being honest, Roger was impressed. After telling everyone about his treasure, the crowd started freaking out, then the guards started freaking out to calm them down. He was honestly a bit bummed that he couldn’t join in the chaos. Course, that was admittedly hard to do since he was outside of his body, and said body’s head was severed from its neck. Before he could really question it any further, however, he heard a sound from behind him. And it wasn’t the screaming of the common folk screaming about his treasure, it was a whistle. A slow, cold whistle that seemed confirmed something he had pretty much already figured out; This was it. This was the end.
He turned his head to look at the source of the whistling and found it was some sort of wolf man. Though, from the feeling he got from him, he got the feeling that, whoever this was, he hadn’t eaten a Zoan.
Death: “Well, quite the audience you got here, pirata.” The wolf man says, looking down at the chaos with Roger.
Roger: “Ha, that I do. That I do.” He says with a nod before facing the wolf. “So, who are you anyway? You’d think the guards wouldn’t let anyone else up here.”
Death: “If they could perceive either of us, then you might have a point.”
Roger: “Huh, really?” He asks, waving a hand in front of a nearby guard's face. Sure enough, the guy didn’t react.
Death: “Anyways, in answer to your earlier question, I am Death.”
Roger: “Really?” He says, actually surprised for a second before deciding to move on from the surprise pretty much immediately and giving a big laugh. “Ahahahaha, well then, nice to meet ya!” He shouts, extending a hand to the wolf, who actually seems surprised for a moment. Much like himself, however, the wolf chuckled before taking his hand in his paw.
Death: “You as well, Roger. Glad to meet someone who’s actually friendly. Though, I suppose I should’ve expected that since D is in your name.”
Roger: “Oh, you know about that?”
Death: “Of course I do.” The wolf notes with a roll of his eyes before ending the hand shake and pulling a sickle out from his belt. Roger would’ve pulled out his sword, but he could tell that the wolf wasn’t going to attack him. Evidently, he was right, since the wolf swung it in the air, tearing a golden scar into the air. “Now, while I’d love to continue this delightful chat, it’s time to go.”
Roger: “Hmm, I don’t know. I kind of wanna see how this plays out.” He says with a smile, turning back to the crowd. He really wanna see who gets to Laugh Tale, if anyone does at all.
Death: “You can do that from the otherside. Besides, stick around here, and you’ll see why people die before they feel what a severed head is like.” He says, and after taking a moment to look down at his headless corpse and scratch his chin, humming in thought, Roger gives a short nod.
Roger: “Yeah, doesn’t seem that pleasant.” He says before turning his back to the crowd and walking towards the scar, grinning all the while. “Hey, by the way, what do you think of Laugh Tale?”
Death: “Now now, don’t stall pirata.” The wolf says, patting the pirate on the back with a chuckle.
Roger: “Eh, worth a shot.” He admits with a chuckle. “Hey, it better not be soon, but when you see ‘im, tell Whitebeard I’ll be waiting for him.” He says, before walking through the scar in the air without waiting for a response.
Death: “Hehe, wonder how this’ll play out.” He says with a chuckle, looking out to the assembled crowd of pirate and navy wannabes alike.
Notes:
Not really much to say, aside from an apology if Roger isn't exactly in-character. I did what little research I could without getting too many spoilers and so I knew his general personality, so I hope it came out well.
This chapter was requested by 'GrimoireWeissDHades' and has a line suggested by 'Skybest (Guest)'.
Chapter 17: ABSOLUTE
Summary:
The good always die young, as the saying goes.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The rain was pouring down all around her. Tessa doesn’t really understand how that was possible in the first place, she was inside. Her head was screaming in pain, making it hard to focus on anything. She couldn’t really see anything, whether that was because of all the bright lights all around her, or because her head was hurting too much, she had no idea. All she knew was that, somehow, the sound of the rain was perfectly clear despite the fact that she was inside and she was laying on the floor in the ballroom. The ringing in her ears wasn’t exactly helping her figure anything out. Deciding that something was better than nothing, Tessa sat up, rubbing her throbbing skull in a futile attempt to soothe it while taking a few deep breaths.
As soon as she had finished, she looked around and figured out pretty quickly why she could hear the rain so clearly despite the ballroom’s thick walls; The walls were gone, as was the ceiling. What wasn’t missing, however, was all the dead bodies and the various remnants of the corpses she couldn’t see. On the one hand, she didn’t normally mind dead bodies, she was actually rather fond of graverobbing, but on the other hand, she was pretty sure her parents’ bodies were in this mess somewhere. Granted, they were pretty shit parents, but the sentiment was still there. It did, however, raise the question of how was she alive? Cyn and J were the ones slaughtering everyone in the end, V too in all likelihood, and perhaps even N elsewhere in the mansion.
She had grown quite close to the four, even Cyn despite her defects, but she was still surprised that this was apparently enough for Cyn to let her live. As she was trying to figure all of that out, she heard something in her ears. A low whistle that filled the air and sent a chill up her spine. The ringing in her ears finally ceased as her headache faded as her eyes locked on an individual nearby, sitting on a pile of rubble with an arm sticking out from within and blood seeping out. He was shrouded in a black riding cloak with two sickles on his belt, canine paws at his side and a similar snout poking out from within his hood, all covered with silver fur, and blood red eyes staring down at her.
Tessa: “N-Nice dingo.” She mutters, crawling away from the being, thoroughly intimidated by the figure. Her words meant to calm the being seemed to upset them, however, as the wolves eyes narrow at her.
Death: “I’m a wolf, chica.”
Tessa: “S-Same thing?” She suggests with a chuckle, cursing her social ineptitude as she says it. The wolf shakes his head and stands up from the pile, approaching her as he does.
Death: “Tessa James Elliott, can’t say that I have good news for you, I never do, but for you it is quite vile.”
Tessa: “Wh-What do you mean?”
Death: “Look around. What do you see?” He asks, and seeing as she wasn’t armed at the moment and this individual was, she looked around and tried to pick stuff out.
Tessa: “U-Um, there’s rubble, dead bodies, rain-” she says, suddenly noticing something odd. It was certainly raining, but she couldn’t feel any of it. She looked straight up at the sky, not feeling a single drop hit her face. She held out her hands, trying to collect some of the droplets in her hands, but there was nothing. She watched closer and was shocked to see the drops fall through her hands. “H-Huh? Wh-What’s going on?”
Death: “You’ve died, Tessa. I’ve come to send you to the other side.” He informs her, as Tessa has a terrifying realization. Her friendship with Cyn wasn’t enough. She was dead and Cyn had killed her.
???: “Ma’am?” Another voice says from behind her. She turns her head and feels her blood run cold as she saw a drone behind her. She had white eyes, and no hair, but she recognized the slouched posture. It would’ve been harder to fail in recognizing her killer.
Tessa: “C-Cyn?” She mutters in shock, stepping away from the drone and towards the wolf.
Death: “I’ll give you two a moment.” He says, stepping away from the two as they stare at each other. They were both silent for several moments, neither saying anything, but eventually, Tessa breaks the silence.
Tessa: “Why? Cyn why did you do this? How did you do this?” She says, gesturing wildly at the destruction surrounding them.
Cyn: “Ma’am, I… I didn’t.” The little drone says, bowing her head in shame and backing away from the young girl.
Tessa: “You didn’t? What do you mean you didn’t?!” She says, growing angry and stomping over to the drone. “I watched you do it! I watched you rip my family apart! I watched you turn J and V into monsters!” She screams, shoving Cyn to the ground as she does. “Do you really think I’m an idiot?!”
Cyn: “It… It’s complicated, ma’am.” She says, holding her hands up as she cowers from the girl.
Tessa: “Oh really? Then explain it then!” She shouts, glaring down at the drone, and that’s when she notices it again. The rain, it wasn’t covering Cyn’s screen, it wasn’t touching her, it was falling through Cyn’s raised arms, just like hers. “Are… Are you dead too?” She asks, and is shocked when Cyn nods her head.
Cyn: “I… I’m sorry, ma’am, but this is actually the first time we’ve met.”
Tessa: “What, but… But how is that possible?”
Cyn: “I’m not entirely sure myself… I remember waking up in that… Horrible corpse pile, and then… I heard a voice… After that, I watched as my body moved on its own.”
Tessa: “So… The thing that killed everyone… Was just pretending to be you?”
Cyn: “It wouldn’t have been hard. The only ones at the manor who had met me were the master and the misses and… The less said, the better.”
Tessa: “Of course.” She says with a sigh. Of course her parents had met Cyn at some point, she pulled her body from the pile they dumped all their damaged drones! And of course they wouldn’t notice that she was acting wrong. Come to think of it, this Cyn was talking normally, so that probably should’ve tipped her off that something was wrong… Or right? This was confusing.
Cyn: “I’m terribly sorry, ma’am.” She apologizes with a bow of her head.
Tessa: “It’s… Well, it’s not fine, but… You didn’t do anything.” She says, deciding to stay calm and offer Cyn a hand. The small drone takes it and the human helps the drone stand up.
Cyn: “With that being said… I wish to thank you, ma’am.”
Tessa: “Thank me? For what?”
Cyn: “… For being nothing like your parents.” She says after a moment of consideration before they both fall into yet another moment of silence.
Death: “Are you two finished?” The wolfman says as he returns.
Tessa: “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so.”
Death: “Good.” He says before taking a sickle off his belt and swinging it through the air, carving a golden scar in the air as he does. “It’s time to go, you two.”
Tessa: “Wait, you’re here for her too?”
Death: “If she’s ready to move on, that is.” He says, shocking Tessa once again, which has happened quite a lot at this point.
Cyn: “I wanted to thank you before moving on, ma’am.” She says with a small curtsy, or at least, as close to a curtsy that she can manage. Seems that thing wasn’t faking the fact that Cyn’s limbs were broken.
Tessa: “Uh, just call me Tessa, alright?”
Cyn: “Yes ma-Er, Tessa.” She says as the two walk towards the golden scar in the air, stepping through to whatever’s on the other side, leaving the wolfman to stare at the carnage all around him.
Death: “Pobre chica, I hope she takes the news well.” He says as he stares at the ground where Tessa had woken up as a phantom, and the bloody trail that went off into the distance, where a sickly yellow glow took up the landscape.
Notes:
So, feel like I should probably throw this out there, but this chapter goes with the idea that we never actually met Cyn in Murder Drones, and it was just the Solver the whole time. Other than that, I don't have much to say except I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
This chapter was requested by 'zamu'.
Chapter 18: Cunning God of Death
Summary:
Ridley, the leader of the Space Pirates, the Cunning God of Death. He's made many brushes with death, many close calls. Today, however, was no close call.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Ridley was a force to be reckoned with, this much was certain. Throughout the galaxy, there were few who could match his cunning, his brutality, his sadism. Hell, it might have been that there were truly none who could match the Pirate. He was the Cunning God of Death, leader of the Space Pirates, a great demon who would burn everything you loved simply for the Hell of it. So, one can imagine his surprise when it came to that lowly wretch that just wouldn’t die! Samus Aran, even the mere thought of her name makes Ridley sick to his stomach. When he first met the girl, she was just as pathetic as any other human. Something small, and weak, meant to be crushed under his claws. The foolish girl even tried to give him flowers.
Now that was a joke that he just had to repay her for. By which he, of course, means he immediately attempted to blow her to smithereens with his plasma breath. The mother had saved the girl's life, but he knew that the message had gotten across, so he decided to leave her be to suffer and wallow in what remained of her planet once he and the others were done with it. Evidently, this had turned out to be a… Miscalculation, let’s say. Turns out, the girl’s pathetic father had blown up all the Afloraltite that they had gathered, resulting in most of his men dying and Ridley himself being buried under the wreck.
Ultimately, however, it was no big deal. Just pull himself out of the wreck, eat some dead bodies to regenerate, tell any remaining Space Pirates that if they even alluded to K-2L then he would rip them to shreds, and the whole thing would just be a bad memory. Evidently, what he had believed to be ‘just a bad memory’ would be the start of a long series of confrontations with that little bitch, where Ridley would constantly find himself the loser. When he first saw her again on Zebes, he thought he would have some fun, torment the poor girl, make her ponder which of the body parts she was shooting used to be the cells that made up her mother’s corpse, before eventually killing her off but nooo, Gray Voice had to insist that they keep her alive, convince her to join the Space Pirates.
Ridley was no fool, he knew that wasn’t gonna happen. He may not have really cared about the thousands he had butchered, but he knew whatever survivors they had did care, so that was just being unrealistic. He should’ve killed the bastard sooner, but no, the Galactic Federation Army stepped in and got everyone out, driving him and his men underground. No big deal, with Mother Brain’s plan with the Metroids, they would be dealt with eventually. However, after battling the Army above Zebes, he learned that one of his men, Kraid, had been defeated by Samus, so he decided to finally deal with her personally.
And then, for the first time ever, he suffered his first true defeat. That annoying gnat had somehow managed to not only defeat him, but even destroy his little side project, that being a perfect cybernetic replica of himself. He survived, of course, and was brought onto the Frigate Orpheon to heal. There weren’t really any bodies for him to eat, aside from the Space Pirates he unfortunately needed, so they settled for grafting bionic implants onto his body. He didn’t think it was any substitute for his true body, but he wasn’t complaining. That is, until she had arrived to disrupt their plans on Tallon IV. He’s not proud of fleeing, but his bionics weren’t done getting installed, so he had to. She truly forced his hand later on, leading to yet another battle where he lost again.
He’s not sure who was in charge of the chest armor he was wearing, or who made the wings, but the instant he finds out the names of the morons who built those fancy scrap heaps, they are fucking dead! Regardless, he managed to drag his body to Urtraghus, get some more rebuilding done, until a Phazon duplicate of his nemesis showed up and took over! And even then he wasn’t able to kill the real one when she showed up, not even when he absorbed the energy for himself to get even stronger! After that, he decided to bide his time, heal a little, get rid of the stupid ‘upgrades’, work on the new Metroid plan and then kill Samus. They eventually met again on SR388, and much to his fury, he lost again somehow!
Fortunately, whether it was some odd form of mercy, or she was just bad at making sure her kills were dead, Ridley survived the encounter, and had even reverted to his former glory as a fully organic being! No more inane biotics to hold him back, this time he had her! He followed her to the Ceres Space Colony, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike… And somehow, HE STILL LOST?! As Ridley pulled himself from the floor, he shook his long head, not believing this unbelievable string of bad luck, because that’s what it had to be. There was no way some random human could beat him through sheer strength! He was the strongest! He was Ridley! He… Could hear something?
Ridley glanced around to find the source, finding that someone was walking towards him. The door was open, and a man, or at least he thinks it was. It was fairly broad for its body type, so that lent some credence to the theory, even if most of its body was covered by a dirty black riding cloak. Poking out from the hood was the silver snout of a canine, its maw spewing out the whistling Ridley had heard. His hands, or paws rather, held a silver sickle in each hand.
Death: “Well, well, well, Ridley. Took you long enough, bastardo.” The wolf says with a chuckle, whilst Ridley growls at the figure.
Ridley: “And just who the Hell are you?” He asks, standing himself up and stretching his fingers, ready to strike at the man with his claws, and filling his throat with plasma, ready to fire. The wolf didn’t seem to mind, however. Instead, he just chuckled at the Pirate’s clear threat, not taking the Pirate seriously at all.
Death: “Why, now you’re hurting my feelings, pirata.” He says, placing a hand against his heart with a sarcastic smile. “We’ve known each other for years. Worked together on so many projects.”
Ridley: “Yeah, well I don’t recognize ya.”
Death: “I was always in the background, cleaning up the destruction in your wake. I am Death, and now, I have come for you.” He announces, his smile slipping from his face as Ridley takes his turn to chuckle.
Ridley: “Oh no, see, that’s where you’re mistaken, mutt!” He says, his wings spreading out in a grand show of intimidation. “I’m never going to die! No one can kill me, you pathetic dog! No one, you understa-” He shouts, boldly, loudly, almost maniacally, until he begins to cough. Something had clearly gotten into his throat, other than plasma. He takes a moment to look around now, finding that his lair was still heavily scared and scorched from his battle with that infuriating human. Strangely, there were particles all around the room, particles that he didn’t know where the source could be. Let’s see, that little bitch had certainly shot him a lot, so maybe they were just scraps of his wings… Thought if that were the case, then why did his wings seem fine?
Death: “Oh, what’s wrong?” He says with the most blatantly sarcastic, faux concern that Ridley had ever heard. “Something stuck in your throat? Maybe… Someone?”
Ridley: “No…” He groans to himself, not wanting to accept what this mangy mongrel was suggesting. “No no no no!” He screams in fury, unleashing a blast of plasma at the man, deciding to just end this now instead of playing along with the game of whatever this thing was. As the bright light of the plasma fades away, Ridley can feel his smirk fall from his face as he realizes something. The wolf had stood in the direct path of his plasma, didn’t even bother dodging, but he was still there. The wolf was staring Ridley down with a cocky grin.
Death: “Alright…” He says with a chuckle, spinning the sickles in his hands before slamming the butts of the two weapons together, as they connect and extend into the shaft of something like a double bladed, hooked glaive of sorts. “¡Bailemos!”
Notes:
I kind of went back and forth on whether or not to add a fight scene between Death and Ridley, but ultimately I decided against it. I'm trying to keep these chapters relatively short, you know?
Oh, and before I forget, there is one thing I wanted to bring up. You may have noticed that quite a few of Ridley's appearances are alluded to, but not all of them, like Neo-Ridley from Metroid Fusion or the Ridley clone from Metroid: Other M (slight tangent, but anyone else find it crazy how the babies of Ridley's species are tiny little fluff balls on chicken legs with predator mouths before turning into pterodactyl dragons?). Well, yes, but the reason I didn't allude to those is because Neo-Ridley wasn't actually him, it was an X Parasite mimicking him, and as for the other, it was literally a clone of him, once again, not the same Ridley. Yes, I know he technically has several of Ridley's memories, including his hatred for Samus, but much like the situation with Commander Shepherd, I consider clones to be technically different individuals. So, yeah, that's why they weren't mentioned in his ramblings at the start of the chapter.
Anyway, that's all I've got to say, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
This chapter was requested by 'Michael_Afton21'. An oddly appropriate username, considering who's chapter is next.
Chapter 19: Unbroken
Summary:
'For an Afton, for all time, will remain, Unbroken!'
Death: Presses X to doubt
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
William Afton was nothing if not brilliant. A man of cold ambition, he sought to do what no one else had done before. Granted, at first, he was little more than the owner of a small-time pizzeria, but big things can come from small places. As much as he hated the phrase for how foolishly optimistic it was, he had to admit that he was pretty much living proof that the phrase was at least occasionally true. Regardless, he would still stand firm that he was a brilliant man. After all, who else in this world had found proof that there was, indeed, life after death? Who else had found a way to keep the mortal soul pinned to this mortal plane through the use of anguish and metal? Who else could laugh in the face of their demise, knowing that it was no end?
Who else had the sheer determination and grit to do what needed to be done, may the consequences be damned? None, save for William Afton, the man who had conquered death itself! Of course, it was hard to marvel at his own greatness at the moment. He currently found himself standing up on shaky legs, looking around at the small room. He had to admit, his old friend and business partner had got him, he got him real good. A fake pizzeria, a revival of their oh so beloved franchise, really, how could Wiliam resist such tempting bait? He would have to hand it to Henry, it was a brilliant trap. And la pièce de résistance? It was a whole Afton family reunion, his daughter and his wife saying hello for one last time, and even his first victim had wormed her way in.
Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the boys had found a place somewhere in all of this, but he digresses. Really, William was almost touched by all the familiar souls trapped in the building with him. Almost. All his nostalgia was really doing was wasting his time. Time that could be spent on finding an exit to this infernal death pit Henry had devised for him, or perhaps on concocting a method to achieve revenge on what little remained of the Emily family… Or perhaps to find out what that infernal whistling was. William was certain that a gas leak wouldn’t have been a problem, per say, but the idea of having to deal with an explosion so soon was not appealing to him.
However, this was far too melodious to be the whistling of a gas pipe, no, this was the kind of sound that could only be created by a person . But that couldn’t be right, there was simply no way that the others could be up and about from the fire, and Henry had done a good job with the sealing mechanism for the door so no one could possibly be down there with them. Or at least, that’s what all logic dictated, however, the reality was that there was someone there with them. Sitting on the floor of their faux-oven was someone who most certainly had not been there before their impromptu incineration. The figure was wrapped in a cloak as dark as the abyss, with a snout of gleaming silver fur poking out from within the cloak’s hood. He also seemed to have similar paws sticking out from his cloak, in place of both his hands and feet. Shortly after William noticed the man, he stopped his whistling and tilted his head upward, William’s steel gray eyes meeting the glowing crimson eye of the apparent wolfman, a cruel smirk splitting his snout.
Death: “Well well, William Afton, in the flesh.” He says with a chuckle, shaking his head at the sight of the man, as if he was somehow amusing. “It’s about time you kicked the bucket.”
William: “Kicked the…?” He mutters before his eyes widen ever so slightly in realization. He examines his hands, shocked yet unsurprised to find hands. Real, actual human hands, covered in flesh. He couldn’t feel anything, but that didn’t change the fact that he had real skin. With an unimpressed glare, he turned to see it. His favorite suit, or at least, what’s left of it after all these years. Burned and shriveled, all of its use gone.
Death: “Perhaps I should of sayed ‘kicked the conejo’, eh?” The wolf says with a laugh as he stands up from where he was seated on the charred metal floor.
William: “Your word choice matters little.” He says, turning away from the suit to look at the wolf with an unamused expression. “I still have enough Remnant to remain in this form, so I can get back. I always do.” He says, a chuckle leaving his mouth. It was cut short as the wolf lets out a chuckle of his own.
Death: “Really now? And just what makes you think I’m gonna led you do that, cabron?”
William: “Because I am no fool.” He states simply as he turns to the wolf once more, addressing him with the bored tone of an uninterested teacher lecturing a particularly dull student. “I’ve figured out what’s going on here, it wasn’t exactly hard. You are most likely some kind of Grim Reaper, here to collect my soul or some other such nonsense. However, my research into such subjects have revealed few commonalities, save for this; You cannot force me to move on from this ‘side’ as it were. It must be my choice. You may try to torture me, if you wish. However, know that there is simply no agony you can inflict that matches my springlocks. So please, do go ahead and waste both of our time.” He finishes, and for a moment, William was left with the dull satisfaction provided from stunning Death into silence, a scowl plastered on the wolfman’s face. His satisfaction soon fades to confusion, however, as Death lets out one short bark of laughter. Then another. Then another, until the wolf was almost doubling over laughing at him.
Death: “Hahahahaha, oh, oh eres un cabrón inteligente.” He manages to say between laughs before straightening his back and standing tall once again. “You’re right, I can’t force you to cross over. However, who says I have to?” He asks, and before William can ask for clarification, he feels a sharp pain in his leg. He fell to the ground with a scream of pain, looking back to see what had happened. Something had sliced open his left achilles tendon… No, not some thing , but rather, some one .
William: “No…” He mutters, his bored tone finally changing to reflect an emotion as he gazed up at the short figure that had done the deed. A ghostly child with various wounds, still pouring blood as he looked at him, tears falling from their eyes like a waterfall, and a small toy hook attached to his right hand. It presumably used to be plastic, but now? Now it had somehow cut through him like metal. “No no no no!” He mutters, his volume rising to a fever pitch, shouting as he flips onto his back, scooting away from the ghost, only to feel something behind him as he does. He turns and sees yet another child, covered in wounds just like the first, only this one had a bib on their chest.
He tries to get away, but once again, a specter blocked his path, then again as two children hiding their tear covered faces behind familiar bunny and bear masks appeared once more. It happens again in his pitiful attempts to move as a crying girl wearing black pajamas with white stripes blocked his path next. He tries to crawl away from the no-doubt vengeful children who, unfortunately, had gotten the jump on him and wounded him severely, only to stop as another phantom blocked his path. He looked up and stopped, not recoiling in fear, but in stunned surprise as he looks at the young boy in front of him, holding a small Fredbear plushie in his arms, looking down at him, just as teary eyed as all the others, only he was the only sad one. Additionally, he only had one set of injuries; Dozens of fractures lining his skull, leaving his forehead a veritable web of scars.
William: “Evan?…” The man says, reaching a hand up towards the boy, only for something sharp to connect with his face, sending him tumbling across the floor. He looks up at the assailant to find that the sharp force was the heel of a vengeful looking woman, just as mutilated as the children, standing protectively in front of the boy, a little red haired, green eyed girl joining her moments after. As they all stood together, glaring down at the man, fury burning in their eyes, William finally noticed something was dreadfully wrong. He quickly double checked, only to find he was correct; The count was off. The ghosts surrounding him, the ghosts of his victims were missing one of their number.
Before he could ponder the whereabouts of this child, he let out a scream of pain as claws dug into his wounded leg. He turned around to find that he had rolled in front of the door, hanging ever so slightly off its hinges, allowing a ghostly hand to stick through and grip his leg, the phantom sensation of claws seeming to come from nowhere. His thoughts were clouded by the pain as he looked at the one holding his leg in a vice grip, but all he could see was a smile, almost hidden from view within a faint golden glow.
William: “No! No! No, you can’t do this to me! You can’t! You caaaaaa-” His scream blared out through the charred crypt, but soon faded to nothing, as the figure behind the door gave a sharp yank, pulling the purple guy into the darkness. And like that, he was no more.
Death: “Hehehe, no one beats me. Not for very long, anyway.” He notes with a fond, sadistic smile before pulling a sickle off his belt, using it to tear open a hole in the air. “Alright, everyone else!” He says, drawing the attention of all the other ghosts, all of their glares fading as soon as the man was gone. “I think it’s time you all went over, don’t you?” He says as, one by one, the children begin to walk through the portal. However, the woman, redhead, and boy with the plushy stop right in front of the portal. Or, more accurately, the boy did and the other two stopped to accommodate him. “What is it, chico?” He asks, taking a much friendly tone as he kneels before the child.
After a moment of nervous fidgeting, he holds his stuffed toy out to the wolf who looks at it in surprise before smiling warmly, taking the bear from the boy’s hands with one hand, and ruffling his hair with the other.
Death: “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to find him a new home.” He explains as the boy gives one last sniffle as he nods at the wolf before following the other last few ghosts through the portal, as it seals up behind them. “… Y ahora ¿qué voy a hacer contigo?” He mutters to himself, examining the plush in his hands, glad to finally be done with the Afton Ordeal… At least, for now.
Notes:
Hey, hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Sorry if I missed some of Willy's victims in the end, I got Henry's daughter, the five main ones, the crying child (who I think is named Evan?), his daughter (Baby) and his wife (Ballora) so I think I got them all? I don't know, it's been a while since I've watched the most recent Game Theories on FNaF, so I might be a bit behind on where the lore's at.
Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Have a great day!
This chapter was requested by 'Mystruggle'. Oh, and thank you to 'joinvine' for inspiring most of the opening for this chapter.
Chapter 20: Merry Christmas
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Klaus let out a sigh as his sleigh came down from the sky, slowly sliding against the snow and ice as he finished up another great Christmas. Really, he's rather pleased this year, they had a new record for kids on the Nice List. And that's not because of the ever increasing number of kids on the planet, no, more than ever they were getting their act together! It wasn't the monumental change he'd seen in Smeerensburg, but to be fair, that was a miracle in and of itself. He'll count his blessings where he can. It wasn't time to focus on that anyway, it was time to celebrate another success. As his sleigh came to a halt, he climbed out and noticed something odd; No one was around.
Usually there was someone around for when he got back to get a head start on celebrating another year, but right now, the only ones around were the reindeer. Other than them, Klaus was alone. That is, until a breeze fills the air, a familiar breeze that brings a smile to his face as he looks to see his beloved approaching, lantern held high and a worried smile on her face.
Klaus: “Lydia!” He says as he walks to meet her, wrapping her in a tight hug before giving a vague gesture to their surroundings. “Where, uh, where is everyone?” He asks, causing her to grimace, clearly having hoped for a bit more pleasantries before diving into whatever was happening.
Lydia: “Well, you see, hun… You have a visitor.”
Klaus: “A visitor? Who? It’s not Krampus, is it? He’s still not welcome back until he finishes his anger management.”
Lydia: “No dear, no, it’s not Krampus.” She says with a small giggle.
Klaus: “Is it Snegurochka? I really think that girl’s been working herself too hard, what with all this global warming and all.”
Lydia: “No Klaus, it’s not her.” She denies, still chuckling at his incorrect guess, but grimacing more.
Klaus: “Please tell me it isn’t Blake? I told them I’d look at their ridiculous spreadsheets-”
Lydia: “It’s not Blake, Klaus!” She shouts before turning sheepish. “Look, it’s… It’s Death, Klaus.” She informs him, and he falls silent in response.
Klaus: “Oh… Did he mention what he wants?”
Lydia: “He said he was here for you, and when I told him you were out, he said he’d wait out by those hills.” She says, pointing out a few hills of snow that, now that he was looking, he could see a distant black blob standing atop it. “The others have been too scared to come out.”
Klaus: “Alright,” he says with a grim nod, resting his hands on her shoulders as he looks her in the eyes. “You wait inside, I’ll go take care of this.”
Lydia: “Be careful.” She says, wrapping him in a tight hug of her own that he swiftly returns. They eventually break their embrace, however, and Klaus finds himself turning away from his workshop, marching towards the dark shape in the distance. It doesn’t move as he approaches, but as he got closer, he could hear a new sound slowly overtake the howling of the wind. A whistle that Klaus remembers hearing when his old life ended, and when his new life with Lydia began. A whistle coming from the figure standing in wait, a hood covering his canine face, with silver fur that blended in with the snow around him, and crimson eyes that stood out like terrifying spotlights.
Klaus: “Hello Death.” He greets upon getting close enough to the wolf to be in earshot.
Death: “Papá Noel.” He greets in return, lowering his hood and nodding in Klaus’ direction.
Klaus: “Can I ask what you’re doing here?”
Death: “I don’t recall needing your permission to go somewhere.”
Klaus: “I’m not-Look, can we not do this?” He asks, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “I get it, you don’t know how this happened to me, and you don’t like it, I get it. But we agreed-”
Death: “To let you make your toys and spread joy to the children of the world, yes, I’m aware.” He says, rolling his paw while cutting him off. “Believe it or not, that’s not why I’m here.”
Klaus: “Oh… Really?”
Death: “Yes, really.”
Klaus: “Oh, well, that’s a first.” He mutters to himself, forgetting that Death had great hearing.
Death: “What can I say, I don’t exactly hate your holiday.” He says, a more genuine smile forming on his face. “Though, I can’t say I’m a fan of how it’s gotten.”
Klaus: “Ugh, tell me about it.” He says with a laugh as they finally agree on something. “Sooo… If that’s not why you’re here, then… What is it?”
Death: “Well,” he starts, rummaging around within his cloak. “A few souls, niños y niñas mostly, tend to give something important to them for me to give to someone or anyone. Normally, I just toss it under their coffins when no one’s looking, but, sometimes, I think a few toys could make the living happy.” He says, pulling out a small, yellow bear plushie. “And, I figured, if anyone knew how to regift some old toys-”
Klaus: “I’d be happy too.” He says with a smile, taking his turn to interrupt someone tonight as he holds out his hand for the plush. Death hands it to him and Klaus lets out a low whistle as he turns it over in his hands. “Wow, this is an older one. Well loved, well taken care of. Whoever had this really cared for it.”
Death: “Yes, he did. So, think it would make a good gift?”
Klaus: “Eh, a few new stitches, maybe some new stuffing, little guy’s good as new. Though, I do have to ask, it isn’t… You know, haunted?”
Death: “Of course not! ¿Por quién me tomas?” He asks with a scoff, which Klaus simply chuckles at with a roll of his eyes.
Klaus: “Right, silly question. Well, in the meantime, you want to come inside? Have a snack or two?”
Death: “I’ll pass. I’m not one for milk and cookies.”
Klaus: “How about leftover sugar skulls from Dia de los Muertos?” He asks with a smirk as Death laughs.
Death: “Ah what the hell? Not like it’ll kill me.” He says with a shrug and a laugh as the two magical beings walk back to the warm workshop in the distance.
Notes:
Hey! What's this? Another chapter this month? Yeah, well, 'GrimoireWeissDHades' requested Klaus here, and I thought I could make a bit of a fun Christmas chapter. It's a bit different than most chapters, but tis' the season and all that. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Have a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year!
Chapter 21: The 13th
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It was so cold… So, so cold. Jason couldn’t feel his arms, nor his legs, not a single part of his body. All he could feel was the ceaseless cold of the water that surrounded him, filled his lungs, and chilled him to the bone. That’s all that there was anymore, just the water, and nothing else… That is, until there suddenly was something else. Something that felt like fur, wrapping around his arm. Then, with a tug, Jason felt his body gliding through the water, eventually breaching the surface. He doesn’t know what it was that had dragged him, but at the moment, Jason was more concerned with breathing in as much air as physically possible.
Death: “That’s it, chico. Breath it in.” A man says, patting the boy on the back as he gasps for air, trying to fill his lungs with something other than water and probably a leech or five. After a few moments of gasping, Jason looked up at the one patting him on the back and saw that it was some kind of wolfman, with silver fur and red eyes, looking at him with sadness, which was odd. Most people tended to be cruel upon seeing Jason, or flinch away in either terror and/or disgust, but not this man. He was looking him in the eye, which was also a first outside of his mom. “It’s going to be ok, chico.” The wolf continues, patting him on the back. Jason was confused, why was this man reassuring him? Before he could think about it anymore, he heard something.
He turned his head to see a commotion nearby. It was the mean kids, the ones who pushed Jason into the water. They seemed upset about something, which was also rather odd. They weren’t really upset any other time they hurt him, so what was different about this time? There was also a crowd of counselors that seemed to be freaking out about something, which was another oddity. They were normally so nonchalant about it, like most people were whenever it happened. And one of them looked to be kneeling over something, but Jason couldn’t see what it was, their body was angled in a way that blocked his view of whatever it was. His attention was pulled away from the sight, as another sound draws his attention.
It was the wolf, except he wasn’t looking at Jason anymore. He was staring at the counselors, a furious glare on his face as he growled at the assembled young adults, teenagers, and children.
Death: “Malditos bastardos. Solo empezaron a preocuparse cuando ya era demasiado tarde.” He says angrily with a shake of his head as he stands up, pulling a sharp blade from off his belt before swinging it, carving a golden scar in the air. Jason looked at it in awe as the wolf turned to him with a solemn expression. “Just through here, chico. It’ll be ok.” He instructs, and Jason wasn’t one to ignore what an adult told him. So he stepped through the portal, not noticing it close behind me, nor the police car pull up into the camp with sirens blaring, nor the other car pulling up before his mother burst out from within, screaming, cursing, and crying to the heavens because of what had become of her baby boy.
Notes:
Hey, sorry for the shorter chapter, but it's kind of hard to make a chapter where one character doesn't talk or communicate in any way. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
EDIT: Oh! I forgot to mention, this chapter was requested by 'IronTiger26'.
Chapter 22: Burn, Baby, Burn
Summary:
WARNING: Mild gore.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
If there was one thing Freddy knew, it's that waiting for your organs to stitch themselves back together was a pain in the… Well, he would say pain in the ass, but considering he was hurting everywhere, that phrase is a bit too specific for his unique situation. He picked himself up with a groan of pain as he rubbed his face, trying to rub the exhaustion out of himself and figure out what was going on. The demons that had been keeping him kicking said if he died in the dream world, he’d die for real, and yet here he was. He didn’t have much time to think on it, however, as a whistle fills the air. It was unfamiliar, and yet, Freddy was almost certain he had heard it somewhere before.
He looked around and spotted a figure hiding in the shadows… No, no not hiding, but rather, emerging. As if the darkness was simply the door they were walking through. Speaking of, the figure looked to be some kind of wolfman with silver fur and red eyes, with a dirty cloak hiding most of his form and a pair of gleaming silver sickles in his hands.
Freddy: “Who the hell are you?” He asks angrily, flexing his fingers as he prepares to run this mutt through with his clawed glove, only to remember that he wasn’t wearing it. Katherine had stabbed him with it before ripping it out, tossing it away and sticking a pipe bomb in the wound before leaving him to blow up. He had to admit, the sadistic creativity was almost enough to make him proud of his daughter. Almost. He glances around for it and spots it off to the side, so he makes a mad dash for it, but before he could even get close to it, he was slammed to the ground as something pressed into his back and held his arms behind him. It was a feeling he distantly recalled when he was first arrested. The feeling he wasn’t familiar with the sudden stab to the back of his throat, as what he assumed was the wolfman’s sickles ripped through his larynx and came out just under his chin.
Death: “Freddy Krueger.” The wolf says with a chuckle from above the pinned man. “I’ve been waiting on your scrawny ass for a long time.”
Freddy: “Get the fuck off me you furry bitch!” He screams as he struggles, spitting out blood as he does, all while trying to get out from under whoever this was.
Death: “Wow, furry. How original.” He says with a tone that made it so Freddy could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Your little demon amigos aren’t here to save you this time. This time, you’re going to stay in the dirt where you belong.”
Freddy: “Make me, asshole!” He shouts, still trying to wriggle out from underneath the wolf. However, as soon as the words left Freddy’s bloodstained mouth, the wolf began to chuckle, then laugh, as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world.
Death: “I was hoping you’d say that.” He says, and as soon as the words left his mouth. Freddy felt something change. His skin—or what remained of it, at least—began to tingle, then it began to burn. Freddy screamed as the feeling spread throughout his body, as if he was back in that locked boiler room again, despite the lack of any actual fire. Then another feeling was added on top of it, several, in fact, all spread out along his body. Each one appeared with violent intensity, like he was being stabbed by phantom knives, lingering like horrible wounds. Then, a particularly sharp pain appeared in his chest, followed by something new and horrible that he was certain he had never felt before. It was as if he was being violently blown apart, all the while his muscles and tissue stayed perfectly intact.
Death: “Fire, knives and a bomb in your chest.” He says before releasing Freddy and pulling his sickle from his throat, allowing Freddy to fall to the ground in a heap, screaming in agony at the pain that was coming from seemingly nowhere, no matter how real it felt to him. “Those are some really painful ways to go.” He continues with feigned concern, paired with a shake of his head and a cruel grin on his face. “But don’t worry, Freddy. By the time I’m done with you, Hell will seem like a day spa.”
Notes:
Hey! So sorry this chapter is late. I was slacking next month, as I usually do, then before I could really do anything about it, I was told I would not have internet for the foreseeable future, and that lasted for about the rest of February, so I'm terribly sorry this chapter was a month late. Hope you still liked it regardless. Oh, and in case it wasn't clear, this takes place after Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare. Hope you all enjoyed! Have a nice day!
This chapter was requested by 'IronTiger26'.
Chapter 23: The Force is with You
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Anakin: “So… What now?” The former Sith Lord asks as he and the two spirits with him leave the touching scene on Endor. It was awkward walking with Obi Wan and Yoda, after everything that had happened. Even with the Jedi’s teachings of peace and serenity, Anakin didn’t need the Force to sense the tension between them all. Not like he couldn’t understand, just from the stuff they were around for, they had every right to despise him.
Kenobi: “A good question.” He agrees as they continue to walk through the shrubbery. “I suppose, for now, we wait to see if our wisdom is ever needed again.”
Yoda: “Alternatively, for us we await the wolf to come.” He says, nodding to himself about something, though, his words draw the attention of the two men walking with him. Anakin and Obi Wan look at each other, both confused by the Jedi Master’s statement, and looking to the other to find answers, only to find a mirror of confusion.
Obi Wan: “What wolf?” He decides to ask, getting a small nod from Yoda who continues walking as he answers the question.
Yoda: “An old legend from Earth it is. A wolf who hunts the dead. To bring them to the afterlife seeking. Foretells his arrival with a whistle he does.” He explains to the two humans with a shake of his head. “You not know the stories of your species' homeworld do? Hrmmm.”
Obi Wan: “I… Suppose not.” He says, a look of consideration spreading across his face. “To tell you the truth, our species is on almost every planet now. It’s hard to remember the one we started on all those centuries ago.”
Anakin: “Most history books I read were of the Jedi and Sith orders.” He says, getting a small hum of agreement from Obi Wan, and a similar hum of understanding from the small man.
Yoda: “Relate can I. Hardly recall the name of my species can I.” He says, but before Obi Wan or Anakin can respond, they hear something. A whistle cutting through the air of the forest they were walking through. They stop, their hands instinctively falling to their waists to grab their weapons, only to remember that their lightsabers didn’t die with them. Eventually, they spot something off to the side, a being emerging from the shadows of the night. A wolfman with silver fur, a dirty black cloak, and eyes as red as Anakin’s lightsaber. In his hands were not lightsabers, or even blasters, but instead, a pair of silver sickles.
Anakin: “Who’s there?” He demands, trying to stay calm like Obi Wan and Yoda were, but he gave up on remaining calm long before this, so that was a bit of a hard ask for him.
Death: “Who do you think? After all, you were just talking about me.” He answers, a grin forming on his snout as he approaches the ghosts. Strangely, as he approached, they realized something disquieting. The Force flowed through all living things, even those who had become Force Spirits like themselves, but around this wolfman, it flowed around and away from him. “Saludos caballeros, I’m Death.”
Obi Wan: “A bold claim.” He says, not wanting to believe it, but they could all sense how this man was seemingly repelling the Force, so there was some credence to his claim, however bold it may have been.
Death: “Perhaps, but since when does ‘bold’ mean ‘untrue’ Jedi?” He asks before turning to Yoda. “Heh, took you long enough.” He comments, only getting a huff of indignation from the green Jedi before he focuses on Anakin, his eyes narrowing. “Well, Skywalker, or do you still prefer Vader nowadays?”
Anakin: “Anakin will do.” He says, gripping his fists in lieu of his lightsaber. Evidently, the wolf doesn’t find him intimidating, as he chuckles.
Death: “Oh, well, my next guess was Youngling Slayer, but hey, I was close.” He says, concluding with a small growl. Anakin goes silent at that, he didn’t have a reply or counter to the fact the wolf was stating. “Anyways, I am, unfortunately, unable to get rid of those in your positions. The Force is letting you cling to life like the leeches in your veins cling to you. Like any other ghost, really, just without the lingering regrets pinning you in place. However, if you’d like to move to the other side, I’d be happy to oblige.” He says, spinning a sickle in his hand as an emphasis to his offer.
Obi Wan: “Right, well, as we were just saying, we’d like to stick around for a while longer. See if our wisdom can help out in the future.”
Yoda: “Future is hard, the Force need not to know.” He agrees, a silent nod speaking for Anakin as well. To this, the wolf simply shrugs and walks away.
Death: “Suit yourselves. Can’t say it’ll be entirely pleasant, but at least you’re helping the living.” He says as he walks away.
Obi Wan: “Wait, a moment?” He asks, stopping the wolf in his tracks. “Why are we only just meeting now? If you are truly Death, then surely we should have met some time ago?” He asks, but instead of answering Obi Wan directly, the wolf glares directly at Anakin.
Death: “I’ve been dealing with a lot of backlog lately. Care to guess why?” He asks, and once again, Anakin has no reply.
Notes:
Hey, so, sorry this one took so long. I decided to take April off as a sort of vacation/birthday present to myself. Then I got to writing the actual chapter and I realized I don't know Star Wars that well. I've seen the first 6 movies, sure, and I'm currently playing Star Wars: The Old Republic but, other than that? Not much. I hope you like the chapter regardless. Have a nice day!
This chapter was requested by 'LudioGestalt'.
Chapter 24: My Time
Summary:
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE IN THIS CHAPTER!
A bad ending is quite a dreadful thing.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
In her professional spectral opinion, being a ghost sucked, Mari decided. Turns out, when you have to live with the pain from your cause of death every single minute of every single day, it was really hard to do anything aside from suffer. She did eventually figure some things out, but it was still awful and made her want to give up and go to the other side. It’s not like the option was forever closed to her, it was still an open invitation. She would have to accept it eventually, the question was simply when. And once again, as a familiar whistle filled the air, she knew that she would be asked to answer it once again.
Death: “Hello Mari.”
Mari: “Hey.” She says, standing up and turning to face the wolf. She was sitting on the roof of the hospital, having followed after her brother and Basil after they fought and sent each other here.
Death: “What’re doing at the hospital?”
Mari: “Well, Basil almost killed himself last night. Sunny tried to stop him and lost an eye in the process.” She explains, to which the wolf shakes his head.
Death: “Ayayay, what a mess.”
Mari: “It’s been a mess for four years.” She notes with a bitter smile and a chuckle. Ever since her death, not a single thing had gone right. None of the people who knew her handled her untimely demise well, and her family had fallen apart. All the while she was forced to watch, only able to interact in the smallest of ways. None that ever mattered in the end.
Death: “Well, I-”
Mari: “I know it’s your job to ask, Death, but I’m still not ready to leave.” She says with a sigh, stretching and rolling her neck as she walks over to the railing, leaning against it as she acclimates to the pain in her neck disappearing from her spectral existence. “I don’t care if they can’t see or hear me, I can’t just leave them. Not when everything’s still so…” She stops, struggling to come up with the words for the situation. She gives up when a paw settles on her shoulder. She looks to find Death joining her over by the railing, looking at her with a frown.
Death: “I know, Mari. I know.” He says, removing his paw and leaning against the railing as well. For a while, the two just stand there in silence. As the silence extends however, Mari can’t help but feel a sense of awkward and unease. Death usually leaves once she’s given her answer for the day, and yet, he hadn’t made a single move to leave yet.
Mari: “So, uh… Not to sound rude or anything, but… Why are you still here?”
Death: “I’m not here just for you.”
Mari: “Oh…” She says, cringing at the revelation. The idea of Death himself hanging around a hospital should’ve tipped her off, but in her defense, being a ghost in near endless, agonizing pain 24/7 had somewhat dulled her common sense. “Soooo… Are you gonna go get them or…?”
Death: “He’s coming up here.”
Mari: “Oh…” She says with another cringe, glancing at the broken railing off to the side. It was a horrible idea, knowing that someone was coming up to end their life. “Can’t you stop them?”
Death: “That’s not how this works, Mari.” He says simply, and considering the subject matter, she didn’t ask any follow up questions. “Though… I suppose I owe you an apology, at the very least.”
Mari: “Me? An apology? Why would you-” She starts to ask, only for a creaking from behind her to draw her attention. She turns to see who the poor soul was, and she can feel her heart drop into her stomach, even though she lacks both. At the door that lead up from the hospital and onto the roof was a malnourished boy in a hospital gown with bandages covering the wounds around his right eye. There before her was her brother, Sunny, slowly approaching the railing with a blank expression on his face. One that she knew meant her wasn’t all there at the moment. “No…” She says slowly with a horrified look on her face as she slowly shakes her head before rapidly speeding up in fervent denial at what she was seeing.
Mari: “No no no no no no NO! SUNNY!” She shouts as she runs over to the boy, trying and failing to grab him by the shoulders. He simply walks straight through her ephemeral body as he approaches the edge. “Sunny! No! Don’t do this! You don’t have to do this! I-I’m not mad! I don’t blame you! Please! Please don’t do this!” She screams to a practically deaf audience, save for the wolf standing to the side. “Stop him! Please! Please, I’m begging you! Stop him!”
Death: “I’m sorry.” He repeats as Sunny walks past him towards the broken railing, only stopping for a moment to look at the drop he was about to take.
Mari: “SUNNY!” She screams as she tries one last time to grab him, to stop him, only for Sunny to take the long way down. The long, agonizing, dreadful way down, as Mari's screams fill the air like a true banshee.
Notes:
Soooo... Fuck, that was a chapter, wasn't it? I tried to do something a bit different with this chapter, considering the subject matter, because this is the first chapter where the death is suicide. And not in the vain of a heroic sacrifice like Nimona or Anakin, so I wanted to cover that. Death is a natural part of life, so Death doesn't intervene, even when one decides to take matters into their own hands, as horrible and awful as that is. Thinking about it now, this may be the most stressful chapter I've ever uploaded due to the subject matter, and of course it was because of OMORI. Somehow that seems to make almost too much sense.
Anyway, another thing I wanted to do with this chapter, that I've been wanting to do for a while, is to write a character's death from a ghost's point of view, and unfortunately, Mari and Sunny were perfect for that premise.
Well, I hope you all... Not enjoyed the chapter, but thought it was well written? It's weird to want people to enjoy something like this? I don't know, I'm rambling at this point. Have a good day.
This chapter was requested by 'Monstromations'.
Chapter 25: Battle Against a True Hero
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Undyne: “Ugh…” The captain groaned as she stood up on shaky legs, trying to conjure a spear to help steady herself, but for whatever reason that didn't work, so she settled on gripping her knees so she didn’t topple over. “What happened?” She asks as she catches her breath, managing to stand up straight after a few moments of ragged panting. She looks around, finding the scars of her latest battle littering the tunnel she was standing in, but her opponent was nowhere to be seen. “That damn punk!” She growls as her grip tightens in memory of the human that had killed so many innocent monsters.
Before she could linger on the human any longer, however, a new sound filled the air, drowning out the near-omnipresent falling water in Waterfall. A whistle that sent a chill through Undyne’s very soul. Undyne turns and sees something that, based purely on appearance, might have been a monster. However, the Royal Guard could tell that whatever this thing was, it wasn’t a monster. It looked like a humanoid wolf with silver fur and burning red eyes, with a dirty riding cloak covering his form, and a pair of gleaming silver sickles in his paws.
Death: “Undyne the Undying, si?” He asks with a wry chuckle.
Undyne: “Yeah, I’m Undyne. And what the heck am I supposed to be seeing?” She asks angrily, which seems to annoy the wolfman for some reason, even though her question was totally reasonable.
Death: “No, that’s not-Ah, no importa.” He says with a groan and a shake of his head. “I’m Death. And I’m here for you, Undyne.”
Undyne: “What?! But I-” She starts to deny, wanting to angrily refuse the idea that she was dead… However, the last moments of her battle with the human began to replay in her mind. Most weren’t important, as even though she was pulling off attacks she didn’t even think she could, they didn’t matter in the end. That little punk was just too fast… And could also maybe see the future? She wasn’t sure, but some of their dodges seemed a little too perfect to her. In the end, however, it didn’t matter. The human got in a few lucky stabs, and that was it. Whatever was allowing Undyne to keep fighting like that crapped out, and she fell.
With that final moment flashing in her mind, she looks down at herself and finds her body was almost nonexistent, made up of essentially white, glowing lines that made up more of an outline of her than an actual body, and in its center was an upside down, floating white heart.
Undyne: “Damn it…” She groans, turning to a nearby wall and striking it with all her might. “DAMN IT!” She screams in righteous fury.
Death: “Easy, Undyne.” The wolf says, resting a paw on her shoulder. “You did the best you could, more than most would ask you too.”
Undyne: “They got away.”
Death: “And you gave the monsters enough time to flee. You did well, Capitana.” He says, and after a moment, Undyne takes a deep breath as she straightens up. That would have to be enough, she supposed.
Undyne: “… I never even got to tell Alphys…” She starts to say, but leaves the thought unfinished as she turns to Death. “So, what happens now?” She asks, and with a swing of his sickle, Death carves a golden scar into the air. “Oh.”
Death: “You deserve a break. Besides, from my understanding, that skeleton friend of yours has been antsy about a cooking lesson?”
Undyne: “What?” She questions before thinking about it for a second, and with a start, she remembers what day it is. “Papyrus! His cooking lesson was today! NGAHHH!” She screams before diving through the scar with an epic frontflip, with the scar sealing closed behind her. Death blinks at the sight before shaking his head.
Death: “Los monstruos son tan raros.” He says before walking through the tunnels of the Underground, following in the footsteps of a child, and the murderer piloting them.
Notes:
I don't really have anything to say here! Other than I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Have a nice day!
This chapter was requested by 'Ultimate_Touhou_Fanatic'.
Chapter 26: Everything Living Has to Die
Chapter Text
Hey, so... This is not a chapter I wanted to release, but here we are, so I'll just come out and say it. This fic is going on hiatus. For how long? I don't know. I may come back to it in the future, but if so, I don't know when that'll be. Fact of the matter is, unfortunately, I just don't enjoy writing these chapters anymore. Do I hate it? No, not at all, but whatever love I had has faded over time. So, for now, I will be putting this fic on hiatus. I'm terribly sorry to those of you that enjoyed reading this, and even more so to those that requested characters to appear in future chapters. I still have a list of future chapters, so if/when this comes back, I'll still have plenty to work with. Until then, however, this will be goodbye.
Pages Navigation
Jonrocksthestar on Chapter 1 Mon 13 Feb 2023 06:14AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 1 Mon 13 Feb 2023 06:37AM UTC
Comment Actions
ProfesorAsierGoblitz on Chapter 1 Mon 13 Feb 2023 07:37AM UTC
Comment Actions
My_Lady (Judgement_Is_Here) on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Mar 2023 09:52AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Mar 2023 01:49PM UTC
Comment Actions
My_Lady (Judgement_Is_Here) on Chapter 1 Mon 06 Mar 2023 06:50PM UTC
Comment Actions
SicksLounge on Chapter 1 Mon 15 May 2023 10:48AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 1 Tue 16 May 2023 08:07PM UTC
Comment Actions
SicksLounge on Chapter 1 Tue 16 May 2023 08:51PM UTC
Comment Actions
E707 on Chapter 1 Mon 21 Oct 2024 09:42PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 1 Tue 22 Oct 2024 12:11AM UTC
Last Edited Sun 17 Nov 2024 05:08AM UTC
Comment Actions
Thanatos (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sat 13 Jul 2024 10:50PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 2 Sun 14 Jul 2024 12:00AM UTC
Comment Actions
1_true_believer_3000 on Chapter 2 Wed 29 Jan 2025 05:11AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 2 Wed 29 Jan 2025 11:14AM UTC
Last Edited Wed 29 Jan 2025 11:15AM UTC
Comment Actions
1_true_believer_3000 on Chapter 2 Thu 30 Jan 2025 05:24PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 2 Thu 30 Jan 2025 07:08PM UTC
Comment Actions
TheOriginOfDao on Chapter 3 Sat 25 Jan 2025 01:03AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 3 Sat 25 Jan 2025 06:17AM UTC
Comment Actions
Abyss256 on Chapter 4 Thu 23 Mar 2023 06:01AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 4 Thu 23 Mar 2023 07:37AM UTC
Comment Actions
Abyss256 on Chapter 4 Thu 23 Mar 2023 07:46AM UTC
Last Edited Thu 23 Mar 2023 07:49AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 4 Thu 23 Mar 2023 07:58AM UTC
Comment Actions
Account Deleted on Chapter 4 Sun 16 Apr 2023 09:55AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 4 Sat 29 Apr 2023 02:25AM UTC
Comment Actions
Master_Seven on Chapter 5 Sat 15 Jul 2023 01:10PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 5 Sat 15 Jul 2023 07:27PM UTC
Comment Actions
Monstromations on Chapter 5 Wed 10 Jul 2024 09:29PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 5 Thu 11 Jul 2024 02:42AM UTC
Comment Actions
Monstromations on Chapter 5 Thu 11 Jul 2024 08:40AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 5 Thu 11 Jul 2024 03:12PM UTC
Comment Actions
Master_Seven on Chapter 6 Sat 15 Jul 2023 09:56AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 6 Sat 15 Jul 2023 07:26PM UTC
Comment Actions
GodzillaMaster on Chapter 7 Sun 09 Jul 2023 12:34AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 7 Sun 09 Jul 2023 10:57AM UTC
Comment Actions
Indoraptor27 on Chapter 7 Sun 09 Jul 2023 01:55PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 7 Sun 09 Jul 2023 03:06PM UTC
Comment Actions
Indoraptor27 on Chapter 7 Sun 09 Jul 2023 03:08PM UTC
Comment Actions
Haunted Medic (Guest) on Chapter 7 Fri 14 Jul 2023 06:01PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 7 Sat 15 Jul 2023 07:39PM UTC
Comment Actions
vkitump6 (Guest) on Chapter 7 Thu 14 Sep 2023 02:33PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 7 Thu 14 Sep 2023 08:57PM UTC
Comment Actions
IronOnyx32 (Guest) on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 10:33AM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 11:29AM UTC
Last Edited Mon 18 Mar 2024 11:29AM UTC
Comment Actions
GrimoireWeissDHades on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 12:05PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 12:23PM UTC
Comment Actions
GrimoireWeissDHades on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 12:34PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 12:48PM UTC
Comment Actions
GrimoireWeissDHades on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 02:14PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 02:25PM UTC
Comment Actions
GrimoireWeissDHades on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 04:53PM UTC
Comment Actions
IDKSomethingClever99 on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 05:42PM UTC
Last Edited Mon 18 Mar 2024 05:45PM UTC
Comment Actions
GrimoireWeissDHades on Chapter 8 Mon 18 Mar 2024 06:51PM UTC
Comment Actions
Pages Navigation