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Little Heather Waylon walked around Hatchetfield with her parents, it was October 31st, Halloween, and she was dressed up as Cinderella, wearing a fluffy light blue dress, fake glass slippers, and her red hair was tied up in a bun. Her parents advised her to be careful and to never go out of their sight. Her bright blue eyes were wide as she got more and more candy from the neighborhood. She spotted a dark haired boy, about her age, dressed as a prince; he was even wearing a crown. She was captivated by him and decided to go say hello.
(Heya princess, I miss you. -W. Cross)
She wandered away from her parents for just a minute to speak to him. “Hello!” The boy offered a polite wave and spoke back quietly. “Hello, are you new here?” He asked. Heather tilted her head. “Yeah, I am! I’m from Texas, but my family moved here a couple months ago.” She explained, the boy nodded. “Me too! I’m Wilbur, just call me Wil!” Heather stuck her hand out for a handshake. “I’m Heather, but I prefer my middle name, Holly.” He took her hand and shook it.
(I miss you, Holls, see you again soon. -W. Cross)
“Hello, Holly, you’re pretty.” He commented. They both chuckled and Wilbur decided to say. “Halloween’s my birthday.” Heather fidgeted with her hands. “That’s so cool! Mine ‘s next month.” Wilbur grinned. “Oh, Happy early birthday, Holly!” Heather blushed and took his hand again, swinging their arms. “Thanks! Do you want to be my friend?” Wilbur thought for a moment. “Sure!” Heather and Wilbur played for the rest of the night, their parents made sure to stay in touch and they played together all the time, Holly liked having a friend, and she thought Wilbur was cute, she liked him. She liked him a lot.
(Heya, Wil. How’s the job been? I’ll see you soon. -H. Waylon)
After not being in contact for months, a now adult Heather Waylon; alias Missy Hollow, who was now a singer, reached out to her lover, Wilbur Cross, and asked him if he could come to one of her shows on tour, he wasn’t busy, and so he did! She ran up to him once he got out of his car and hugged him, he kissed her and ran his hand through her soft hair. “Heya, doll.” Heather looked up and put a hand on his cheek. “Hey.” He came to her Hatchetfield show, and gazed up at her lovingly as she sang her heart out and played her blue electric guitar
(I miss the days I could sing to you, my love. -M. Hollow)
it was the best night of his life since meeting her, he continued to watch her with love in his dark brown eyes, she looked back at him and winked, causing him to be flustered, but he didn’t care; he just kept smiling at his love, his everything. Admiring her bright red hair, her blue eyes, her outfit, the sparkly makeup her makeup artist chose. Her. Heather Holly Waylon. They both had fun that night, the rest of the crowd did too, they cheered and sang and yelled her name. Missy Hollow. Wilbur partook in that too, occasionally yelling a sweet name.
(Please be safe. Wil. You’re all I have. -M. Hollow)
After the show, Wilbur had to go back to work, but Missy insisted she come with him, he said it was a dangerous job, but Missy said she could do it, that she could put aside her singing career for a couple months to spend more time with him, she met her peers, John McNamara, a hard-working man Wilbur had been mentoring, Xander Lee, a physicist working alongside John. Everything was fine, everything was great, she was having fun, she got along great with everyone, especially John, both he and Xander were extremely understanding. Wilbur taught her to aim a different gun than she’s used to, Xander taught her about physics, and John taught her of the ancient evils that existed; and other universes and dimensions.
Missy sat in her office, looking through papers on the Waylon Place, when John walked in and greeted her, sitting in the chair across from her. “Heya, Missy.” Missy smiled. “Hey, John. How has the research been?” She asked.
John looked down at his watch. “It’s been going well.”
“Good to hear, Lieutenant.” She looked back at the papers, frowning at the sight of her great great grandparents pictures. She hated learning the truth about them, but she’d already heard whispers around town about what they’d done.
Missy is just glad she has friends here.
(Heya. Wil, I think McNamara deserves a promotion in the company for all his hard work, he’s been working really hard on the new research about the Church of The Starry Children. Just think about it, okay? Love you. -M. Hollow)
A week later, Missy was promoted to Colonel by Wilbur, John was promoted to General, and Wilbur went out on a mission, a mission that P.E.I.P had been dreading; to have someone go into the swirling sea of physic energy that is the Black and White, Holly volunteered to go, but Wilbur demanded that he go.
“No, Missy, this is something I have to do.”
With tears in her eyes she yelled, her hand drifted up to his face. “Wilbur, I don’t want to lose you.” She cried, Wilbur’s own eyes filled with tears. “Hon, I’m sorry.” He said, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace, he knew, and she knew this probably would be the last time they saw each other. And before he went in the portal, he kissed her, she kissed back with just as much longing and sadness. When he pulled back, he wiped her tears. “I love you, Wilbur.” He said it back.
That would be last time it was ever said.
(Colonel Hollow, we are sorry to inform you that after Colonel Cross passed through the portal, he has been corrupted by the forces inside, if he ever comes back through he will not be the same, he will be different, and may be hostile. -P.E.I.P)
Missy Hollow looked through Witchwood Forest. Holding a shovel and ready to dig; she dug up the Black Book with no hesitation, this had helped Agatha and Sheila, maybe it will help her. She stared at the book in awe and flipped through its pages, looking for a certain spell, the spell to summon Them. P.E.I.P had advised her not to do this, but would she really let Wilbur go so easily? She thinks not, she searched for the nearest Black Altar. The nearest was Watcher World; so she hopped in her car, book in hand, and set off towards the park.
(Never summon them, Colonel. -J. McNamara)
As soon as she got there, she dusted off her denim jacket, and set the book on the ground, she took a deep breath and flipped to the right page, after steadying herself, she began to chant.
“I invoke the names.” She whispered into the night air.
“Pokotho.” She heard a melody, trumpet and piano.
“Bliklotep.” She felt his eyes on her, all around her.
“T’noy Karaxis.” She heard cackling, and time felt slower.
“Nibblenephim.” She felt hungry, she gritted her teeth.
“Wiggog Y’Wrath.” She heard hiccuping laughter.
And then, it all went black, endless black, she closed her eyes, bracing for something to happen, but nothing did, oh.
Bright colors surrounded her. Melodic blue, watching purple, tormenting yellow, hungry pink, sickly green. The colors swirled around her until she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, she couldn’t breathe. The song that filled her ears got louder, laughter burst around her, making her ears ring. Five figures surrounded her. A man in sparkly blue attire, his laugh sounded like a piano. A woman in a dark purple hoodie, her laugh was childish. A man donned in yellow with brown goat horns and horizontal pupils, his laugh was a cackle. A woman in all pink, her mouth was large and her pink bangs covered her eyes, her laugh was hysterical, and a man in all green, with a laugh similar to a frogs croak, they surrounded her, still giggling.
The green one spoke first. “Hello, fwendy-wend.”
“Oh boy! A Waylon!” The yellow one said, waving the golden box in his hands around, taunting her.
The pink one spoke next, gnashing her teeth. “Yum yum!”
“Are you the Lords in Black?” Holly asked, not frightened at all.
“Of course we are, my little toy!” The yellow one shouted.
“Shut! Up! T’noy!” The green one shouted. “Yes we are. Waylon. We’re all pally-wals here, What do you want?”
The blue ones eyes were filled with anger. “That’s my line!”
“I want for you to give me Wilbur back.” Missy said, her eyes were filling with tears unshed. “Please.” She begged.
The green one chuckled. “Oh, sure we can.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm that Missy couldn’t pick up on. “For a price, though.” He tapped his chin in pretend-thought.
“What’s the price?” Missy wiped her eyes, staring up at Them.
“Your legacy, everyone’s memories of you. All the songs you sung, every word you said, gone from their mind.” The green one started. “You’ll have to start adopting new Identities every couple decades, are you sure about that, Waylon?” Missy blinked for a moment. And the purple one spoke giddily.
“Oh her despair is so fun to watch!” She said.
“I’ll do it.” Missy said, the green one’s grin was from ear to ear, he reached out and she took his hand. His hand was freezing cold and his dark green nails dug into her skin, she almost yelped but she bit it back and followed through. Green light swirled around her; followed by all the other bright shades, and settled in her chest, she sucked in a breath through her teeth.
“The deal is sealed.” He said, releasing his grip on her hand as the yellow one hopped up in front of her, putting his hand on her chin, tilting her head up. “You’re a pretty toy, I like pretty toys!” He exclaimed, his long blue tongue hanging out.
“Shut up, Karaxis. Good luck, our little star.” The blue one sang
And then, in another fit of terrible laughter, they were gone. Missy shakily got up, when did her knee start hurting? She picked the book back up and turned to her Firebird. She set the book down in the seat next to her and drove back to P.E.I.P’s Headquarters, she wrote a note to leave in General McNamara’s office, and went back home, getting read for bed.
The note was splattered in tear stains.
(I’m sorry, John, I’m so sorry. Goodbye. -M. Hollow)
Miss Holloway stepped into the young Foster’s nightmare time. Hannah saw the corpse of Holloway’s past love, and as soon as Wilbur tried to grab Hannah, Miss Holloway appeared in front of her. She sent Hannah away and Hannah ran, holding onto her headphones and small plushie as she did so. Miss Holloway managed to wrestle the Black Blade away from Wilbur, stabbing him. Blood gushed from his ribs like a river as Miss Holloway took her jacket back. Victory. She went back to Hannah’s nightmare time soon after; wiping blood from her hands, the girl seemed afraid, but Miss Holloway reassured her. Everything will be fine as soon as soon as they beat the muck witch. Hannah nodded and followed Holloway.
Hannah found her ukulele and beat the witch without Holloway’s help. Webby showed up and made the muck witch crumble to ash, Holloway gave Hannah a magic hat, imbued with the power of The White. Hannah took it gratefully, put it on and spun it backwards, she hugged her caseworker and Miss Holloway got into her car once she was sure Hannah was happy. She and Duke made sure Lex could come home; and that Hannah’s mother was punished accordingly. Miss Holloway drove home, Black Book in hand.
When she got home, she stared at the jacket she had gotten back from her past love, and despite herself, she cries, she cried for hours as she thought about her lover, corrupted and changed by those monsters that betrayed her wishes. Webby held her all night as she cried herself to sleep.
“Oh, my dear.” Webby wiped her tears. “Sleep well.”
(I know I’m writing to no one now, but I miss you. Wil. -H. Holloway)
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