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The Jimmy Jab Games

Chapter 2: Riding Thestrals

~The Jimmy Jab Games Master~

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader

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“Y/N, wake up!” There wasn’t enough reaction time for you to really awaken before a pillow was chucked at your head. Despite you being completely against it, your eyes opened and you yanked the pillow off you, sending it to the floor with a groan.

“No. I don’t wanna.” You mumbled, snuggling into your blankets more. Lily rolled her eyes, nudging you with her hand but you didn’t move.

“I’m not fighting you, girl. I’ll go get Sirius.” She called out as she left you alone in the room, the morning sun broke through your window enough to tell you it was well into the morning and you should’ve gotten up a couple hours ago. You could hear footsteps coming into your shared room a few minutes later as you let out a sigh and pulled the blanket over your head.

Sirius was sitting in the common room, not admitting he was waiting for you to come down from your room. He tapped his hand against the couch, as he kept glancing back at the stairs and the action caused his friends to chuckle under their breaths.

“Just go wake her up.” James smirked, slapping Sirius’ shoulder. The boy who obviously wasn’t paying attention snapped his head to look at James.

“What are you talking about?” He tried to play it off, closing the potions book on his lap that everyone knew went unread.

James turned to Remus, both holding back their scoffs. “Well its obvious you’re not getting any work done.” Remus said pointing towards Sirius’ discarded book. “and neither is James.”

“Yes I am!” James protested, slamming his book shut. Sirius wrinkled his nose as he looked at his friend, not believing his lie.

“Oh yeah?” Remus asked. “What potion are we learning about?” He quizzed James. James thought for a second, trying to remember anything about the book he really wasn’t at all interested in.

He sighed in defeat. “And neither is James.” He grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Wait, we’re supposed to go for Sirius, not me.” He reminded Remus who mumbled a quick ‘oh yeah’ before turning to the unimpressed Sirius.

He rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing to go for. I’m not waking up Y/N because I don’t care if she’s awake or sleeping in.”

“Sirius, I need you to go wake up Y/N.” Lily exhaled as she stood in front of Sirius who’s mouth thinned into a straight line.

“Well, duty calls.” James poked his head out from behind Lily as Sirius glared at him but didn’t say a thing as he stood off the couch and headed towards your room, charming the stairs not to disappear under his feet. As soon as he was out of view of his friends, he began skipping up the stairs faster before Lily’s words last night stopped him. He could see in this moment how it could be perceived that he liked you, not in love with you, but liked you. He took slow steps, much slower than normal before he was at your door, priding himself on beating Lily accusations.

“Oh, this is ridiculous.” He grumbled when he realized he was convincing himself, not his friend. Pushing open your door, he saw you bury yourself in your bed and he snickered. “Y/N!” He shouted and lightly jogged across the room, jumping onto your bed. He laid next to you, on top of all your pillows and staring at the ceiling.

You squirmed as Sirius landed half on top of you and tried to remove yourself from under him. “Siri, move! You’re crushing me!”

“Wake up and I won’t crush you.” he pointed out, hearing you sigh as you came out from under the blankets, glaring at him. Sirius let a smile cross his face as he saw you, your bedhead hair brushed over your face as your brows knitted together.

“Fine, I’m up.” You complained, fixing your hair and seeing Sirius still staring at you. You raised a brow at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sirius averted his gaze, opting to look at the ceiling again with a teasing face. “No reason. Just forgot how ugly you were in the morning.”

You snorted, giving Sirius a shove as he was forced out of the bed, landing on his back with a thud. “You deserved that.” You told him with a sweet tone.

“Yeah, yeah. Help me up.” You reached an arm over the side of the bed, Sirius taking your hand and hoisting himself up. He took his spot on your bed back and you scooted over to give him room. He put his left hand behind his head and allowed you to rest your own head on his elbow as a pillow. You both settled into the silence, enjoying the moment before you ran a hand over your face.

“I forgot about the games.” You admitted, turning your head to see Sirius. He looked as well, nodding his head.

“Oh yeah. I guess I did too.” He whispered. You pushed yourself out of the bed and stretched, seeing Sirius watching you carefully. You felt your cheeks heat up as you picked up your pillow, gently slapping him with it as you told him to get up so you can make your bed. “I’ll do it. You just get dressed, everyone’s waiting.”

“Pads, you don’t even make your own bed. Do you even know how?” You bit your lip, seeing Sirius deadpan as you giggled, grabbing your clothes and toiletries and headed to the bathroom. You came back to your bed fully made and Sirius laying across it, waiting for your return. “Okay, lets go.” You told Sirius who stood up, watching you walk towards the door before stopping. He stood in his place as he watched you repeatedly remember to grab your belongings. First a hair tie, then your wand, and finally when you remembered to grab your robes and throw them on, he made a move towards the door, joining you at the right time to walk down together.

“Finally!” Lily yelled when she saw you and Sirius. “Sleeping Beauty awakens with the help of the prince of course.”

“Shove off, Evans.” Sirius blushed, happy you couldn’t see as you tried to hide the small tint of your own.

You looked around at your friends, furrowing your brow at being one short. “Peter still sick?” you asked and looked towards Remus who had taken him to Madam Pomfrey last night.

“Yeah, Madam P said it best he stay in bed for a while.” He told you and you felt a little guilty, the games were your idea. Sirius put a hand on your back, getting you to look at him.

“He’ll be alright Y/N. We all ate the tarts as well and none of us are sick.” He shrugged off the thought, knowing Peter would be fine a few days. You knew he was right or else you’d all be sick, he probably just ate too much. “So what’s the plan for today McKinnon?”

Marlene clapped her hands together. “For that, we go for a walk.” You and Sirius exchanged glances with each other before with the rest of your friends and followed Marlene out of the common room. She didn’t say anything as you began your walk outside, leading you down to the forbidden forest and the Thestrals Paddock, a place that while not ruled off limits, everyone knew to stay away from.

“Thestrals?” You spoke up, glancing to Marlene who wore a proud look. You remembered the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, Hagrid, he’d always talk about the creatures and you’ve done some reading at your teachers request to soothe your curiosities about the magical creatures.

“What? No fair! You know Y/N’s fascinated by these things, she’s got the upper hand!” Sirius complained as you rolled your eyes, shooting him a grin.

“Well, you better get your act together then because it looks like I might be winning.” You heard a few huffs of annoyance from your friends before Lily put her hand on your shoulder and got you to pay attention to Marlene.

“For today’s challenge, you will be riding Thestrals!” She announced and threw her hands out in triumph. No one cheered, instead you all looked at her confused.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Remus spoke up, voicing your concerns. “We can’t even see them.”

Marlene’s hands fell to her side, her lips thinning as you turned to look at your friends. “It’s not a bad idea.” You tried to reason, aware of how much Marlene was doing for you all and hating making her feel bad. “The Thestrals in there are some of the most trained in the world. I’m sure it won’t be that hard to ride them.” Everyone seemed reluctant, still worried about the repercussions of something not ending well. You sighed as your shoulders dropped.

Sirius was nervous about the aspect of riding a Thestral, but you do your research. If you say they’re fine to fly, then it’s fine. “I’m in.” Sirius declared as you met his eyes, a smile growing on both of your faces. Soon, the rest of your friends were in as well and you were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited. You could hear Sirius laugh behind you as you leaned back against him, letting him support you. “You’re way too excited.” He said quietly, aware of how loud his voice would be in your ear.

“Are you kidding? Of course, I’m excited! We should’ve visited here far sooner.” A few heads turned in your direction, not aware you were talking to Sirius. Lily, Remus, and James couldn’t hold their eye rolls back at the sight of you and Sirius not knowing how couple-y you were acting. You carried on with the walk just a little ways more before a clearing appeared, the trees covered it well, the look reminding you of twilight despite being midday. It was beautiful, but what caused you to stopped walking, breathing even, was the sight of 6 horses, their bones showing as they were fleshless and their wings when expanded were the larger than anything you’d ever seen before. “They’re beautiful.” You breathed out, not catching the turn of heads.

Sirius knotted his brows, glancing between you and the spot you were looking. You took a few steady steps forwards as he tried to figure out what was happening. He didn’t know much about Thestrals, just that you couldn’t see them. He did however remember you a few months ago telling him something about only certain people being able to see them.

“Your father.” Sirius mumbled, suddenly realizing the only reason you could see the Thestrals was due to your father dying last spring when you went home to be him and your mum. He’d been sick for years and doctors, even as skilled as the wizard doctors were, couldn’t save him. Sirius remembers how distraught you’d been, he stayed awake with you almost every night for weeks to comfort you.

You nodded your head, turning around to your friends and clearing your throat. “I guess I have more of an upper hand than you thought, Pads.” He offered a small laugh, one clearly for your benefit as you faced the Thestral again. You were careful as you brought a hand up, running it down the Thestrals mane. The horse-like creature took a step back as you paused, but not a moment later it allowed you to brush you hand across its boney face.

And to think, this morning you didn’t even want to leave your bed.

Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off you. The look on your face was one he loved seeing, happiness dripping through every feature. He wasn’t even aware as his friends started whispering behind him, feeling Remus’ hand nudge his shoulder before he was finally knocked out of his trance. He didn’t need to turn around to know his friends were smirking at him, so he chose not to, instead getting your attention. “So uh, how do we ride them?”

You helped your friends onto the Thestrals, Remus and Lily gripping onto their creatures as much as they could while James messed around, having too much fun on riding something he couldn’t see. You had to admit, if you couldn’t see the creatures, floating in the air while feeling it beneath you would be fun. Sirius was next as you walked over to him, pointing in the direction of his Thestral. He watched you pet the mane again like you’d done with the others, only this time you grabbed Sirius’ hand and let him touch the Thestral. You covered his hand with yours and Sirius had no where to look but at the side of your face. You caught him staring, a blush making it’s way on his face as you smiled and moved to the side of the pony.

“Put your foot here.” You told Sirius, pointing to its wing joint. Sirius was hesitant but trusted you, placing his foot where he was told. You giggled as he tried to lift himself up, loosing balance and falling back onto you. “Woah, it’s okay. I got you.”

“You better not drop me, Y/N.” He joked.

“What? Me? Never.” You shared a smile before you helped him the rest of the way, not letting go of his hand you didn’t know you still had until he was seated. You took a few steps back, taking in the sight of Sirius Black perched a top a Thestral before you shook your head, letting out a shaky breath.

Lily watched you and Sirius, very disappointed in your obliviousness as you climbed onto your Thestral. “Okay Marlene, what’s the challenge exactly?” She yelled over to the one friend who wasn’t on a pony.

“Whoever stays on the longest wins! First to fall off is eliminated!” She told you all as nods went around. You told everyone how to ride, trying to remember as much as you could. You demonstrated how to hold on and how to sit properly and soon your friends and you were ready to go.

“Ready?” Marlene asked as you all prepared to take off, you ran a hand over its mane, waiting for Marlene to give the cue. “Go!” Your creature took off, soon leaving the ground as you flew into the air. Your hair flew back, wind rushing across your face as you smiled.

You threw your head back in laughter as you gripped the horse, not wanting to fall off. You turned back to see your friends, thinking they’d be in the air having fun but instead you saw James and Remus almost fighting, while Lily shook her head at their antics. The three of them were still on the ground, Sirius being the only one who managed to get into the air. He followed behind you, struggling a little but getting the hang of it real quick. The other three managed up as well and soon the challenge officially began.

It didn’t take long before Remus fell off, in fact he barely made it off the ground. James and Lily apparently couldn’t hold on either, and ten minutes later Lily fell first and James got distracted, his grip loosening enough to send him to the ground as well. Their creatures returned themselves to the ground, acting like nothing happened.

“Y/N!” Sirius called out as he flew up next to you. He pointed up in the air as you furrowed your brows. “Trust me.” He yelled before flying up past the trees, you chuckled as you followed his lead, soon getting one of the best views of Hogwarts you’d ever seen.

You paused momentarily, both you and Sirius enjoying the view together. It was that moment you forgot you were playing the games again, just being with Sirius and here of all places. It was breathtaking. “Come on, lets go higher.” You told Sirius who nodded and at the same time you both flew up, into the clouds as the wind passed by your faces, the speed of the Thestrals taking you both by surprise as you screamed. The scaredness of your voice disappeared in an instant, a cry of joy breaking free. Sirius let out a holler with you, both of you completely lost in the freedom you felt.

The moment though didn’t last as long as you hoped because Sirius lost his grip, unable to see what to grab onto as he slipped off the Thestral that was still soaring higher in the sky. For a moment he became motionless before he started falling to the ground from way high up.

Suddenly this idea of going higher seemed to be one of the worst things he’s had in a while.

“Y/N!” He screamed in hopes you heard him.

Your head whipped around when you heard Sirius’ voice and your heart felt like it stopped as you watched Sirius free fall to the ground. You turned around faster than you thought possible, reaching your hand out to Sirius. “Siri! Take my hand!” Sirius didn’t need you to tell him, but the sound of your voice was a comfort as you grabbed his hand and pulled him behind you. Sirius hung onto you for dear life, the reassurance there was something underneath him and you next him.

You didn’t breathe until you were sure Sirius was alright behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you put your head back onto his shoulder, leaning your head against his. Sirius buried his head in your wind-swept hair, feeling his heart beating practically in his ears.

“That was stupid.” You breathed out, feeling Sirius nod.

“Agreed.”

“We were careless.”

“Agreed.”

“That was-“

“Something we won’t tell the others?”

“Agreed.” You confirmed and heard Sirius laugh behind you. You peaked behind you, looking Sirius in the eyes and grabbing his hand. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

He smiled at you, butterflies filling your stomach as you faced forwards, leading you both to the ground as Sirius tightened his grip on you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you landed. Your friends were very confused to say the least when you and Sirius were together on one Thestral.

“What happened?” Remus called out as Sirius slid off the horse, extending an arm to help you down. You took it graciously, letting him catch you in your arms.

“Uh, Y/N won.” Sirius sort of filled in, not taking his eyes off you as you planted your feet on the ground, feeling your cheeks heat up as you looked towards the ground. Only when Sirius took a step back from you did you glance up, seeing Lily smiling crazy at you. You raised your brow at her, but she waved her hand in front of her face, mouthing that you’ll talk later.

“Well, then.” Marlene spoke up, putting a hand on Remus’ shoulder. “I think it’s time to announce Y/N the Queen of Thestrals. Everyone agree?” Everyone laughed and said yes, Sirius in particular turning to you and mumbling the word Agreed, making you chuckle under your breath. “And Remus, I’m sorry to say, but you’re eliminated from the Jimmy Jab Games.”

“Oh thank god.” He groaned out, putting his hands on his knees and bending over. “I think I hurt my back.”

“You fell like 2 feet mate.” Sirius deadpanned as Remus played offended.

“Says you! You didn’t even fall!” Sirius looked towards you, hiding the need to laugh as you nudged him with your shoulder. Remus pointed between you and Sirius. “Did we miss something?”

“Nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about Moony.” You shrugged. You all shared laughs as you all spoke about what it was like to ride, Marlene conflicted about whether to feel jealous or relieved she wasn’t riding an invisible creature. You felt Lily pull you ahead, glancing back to everyone as you looked at her confused. “Lily, what’s with you? Are you feeling alright?” you asked her, putting a hand to her forehead to pretend to take her temperature.

She swatted it away with an eye roll, locking arms with you. “I was just wondering when you were going to tell Sirius you’re in love with him.” She said, trying to get you in the same conversation she had with Sirius last night. “How long do you plan on just flirting with him?”

Her words took you by surprise as you stared at her, unaware of Sirius’ eyes on you despite not being able to hear the conversation as he smiled. “What on earth are you talking about Lily? Flirting? Sirius and I don’t flirt.”

“Oh, you don’t?”

“Of course not! And I’m not in love with him, we’re just friends!”

“Oh, you’re friends? Then forget I ever mentioned it.” She told you, bumping your shoulder with hers. She didn’t say more, the conversation seemingly ending as you couldn’t think anymore. Lily wasn’t right. You and Sirius were just friends- best friends. He was your rock. You weren’t in love with him.

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It should have been a dark and stormy night! Just to be perverse, it was calm, clear and well lit by a nearly full, waning gibbous moon.

Rory was laying in wait! Nightmare Night was his favorite! He was lurking in the brush, not far from the cemetery wall. His costume totally hid his head and cutie mark, making it all the more fun to jump out at the passing foals.

When he waived that old scythe at them they ran like rabbits! Dropped their loot bags, as often as not! Fun all around! For him.

Pity that he swung wrong, that one time. Grazed one of the escort ponies. Nothing serious, but you know, if he got caught the authorities would be like it was the crime of the century!

It added spice to the game!

The slightly wounded mare ran straight for Twilight Sparkle's Golden Oak Library! Breathless, she panted, “Twilight! We have to do something! Look at my neck! There is a big earth pony jumping out of the brush to scare foals into dropping their loot bags! He waves this big scythe! He hit me!”

Twilight paused in handing out small books and candies to her Nightmare Night visitors. Turning, she saw Spike at the ready, quill and parchment in hand.

“Take a note, Spike! Dear Princesses Celestia and Luna: We have a problem here in Ponyville.” In a few words, she described the unpleasant situation. Spike breathed fire on the note and the smoke streaked away!

Celestia and Luna were presiding over a masquerade dance party of nobles. It was about as boring as a Nightmare Night celebration could be. Luna had just observed, “Trust the nobility to make something so fun into a soporific!”

Celestia was giggling agreement when the wisp of smoke sailed in and became a note. She scanned it and promptly magicked it over to Luna.

“I think that this one is for you, Luna! Have the fun I am not going to have!”

Reading, Luna began to grin. Fangs showed. Ghastly pustules appeared in her magic, in lieu of stars. Her forehooves became claws. From her normal dark blue, she became utterly black. She answered Celestia, “I will! I have not spoken to Swift Feather in a long time.”

Dryly Celestia observed, “Being dead for 3000 years does tend to cut off the conversation!”

Luna said in a soft voice, “There is a loophole in that. I rule the Dream. The Dream can cross time.” She stalked out of the hall. Her condition upon leaving was noted by the Herald.

“Your Highness, what has so upset Princess Luna on this festive night in her honor?”

“It was not this festivity, however boring it may be. We had word of an evil thing in Ponyville. She is going to take care of it. She will return soon, I am reasonably sure.”

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Swift Feather lay in her sleeping stall in Fortress Canterlot. She hated garrison duty. She wanted to FLY. To carry out the good orders of her Princesses, so recently crowned.

Sleep came at last. With it came a dream. She saw her Princess Luna. She looked the same as the Princess that she knew except that somehow she seemed older, more experienced.

In her Dream, her Princess gave her the most welcome of orders. “Kit up, Swift Feather. Full battle gear. We have a wrong to put to rights.”

With the speed of dream, Swift Feather was ready. “Where are we going? What is it that we need to do, my Princess?”

The Dark Princess replied, “Follow me. It is not far by dream, though the distance is greater than mere leagues.

“Your wise leadership has secured us a great and mostly peaceful kingdom. We are going to stop one who would spoil the simple fun of many foals.”

Their wings spread, they flew through the mighty stone walls of the Fortress of Canterlot. Swift Feather saw in wonder, the very land beneath their wings change. The flying years beneath them saw forests grow and die. Fields planted and harvested in the blink of an eye, the stroke of a wing.

A town grew suddenly beneath them and Luna spiraled down, Swift Feather following. Luna pointed silently to a small herd of foals in outlandish costumes. They gathered at the door of a home and sang, “Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!”

The smiling householder, also in costume, hoofed around a bowl of treats. The young ones eagerly took some, placing them into bags.

Luna directed, “Go and join them. Take with you this bag for your sweets. I promise that your skills will be needed soon.”

Puzzled, Swift Feather did as asked by her Princess. Settling her weapons properly for parade, she stepped out of the darkness and joined the foals.

They looked at her light aerial battle armor, with its bracers protecting her legs and wing joints. Her chanfron battle helmet, chain armor for her guts and steel for her flight muscles, spine and back.

One of them, in a sort of goblin costume, asked in wonder, “Wow! You look like a warrior from Fortress Canterlot! Who are you dressed as?”

Catching the mood, Swift Feather replied, “Good guess! I am Swift Feather, Flight Leader and Wing Commander to the Princesses Celestia and Luna of Fortress Canterlot!”

A little witch costumed filly commented, “Your outfit looks like real armor and weapons! Could I look at your shield and spear?”

Swift Feather nodded indulgently and held out her small targe and carefully unslung her air combat spear with its fins to guide its fall if it was used against a ground target.

Emboldened, the foals crowded about to examine her war gear. One bold colt tapped her breastplate. Awed, he said, “That is real steel. My dad is a smith. This is a totally awesome costume! It would be right at home in a museum!”

As Swift Feather replaced her spear and and small targe-sheild she understood what Princess Luna meant by a distance of more than mere leagues. Remembering the rest of her instruction, she thoughtfully settled her weapons for instant use.

She joined the happy chant of the foals and was given her fair share of the treats as well as many compliments on her costume.

Soon the group started up a street with brush and a stone wall on one side.

Remembering that she was to right a wrong and that there was one who would try to spoil the foal's fun, she cautioned, “Let me lead you. This place does not look safe to me. It could be an ambush.”

The foals, thinking it a game, did fall in behind her.

Rory lunged out, swinging his scythe! The foals screamed and fell back.

Swift Feather's targe caught Rory's deadly blade and deflected it up past her head! She dove in close, using her spear shaft to block Rory from pulling his scythe back!

Enraged at the failure of his trick, Rory tried to spin about so that he could continue what was now a real attack! When the vicious swing was just starting, Swift Feather stabbed! The combination of his spin and her thrust drove the spear deep into his shoulder!

The scythe clattered safely away across the cobbles! Shocked, Rory screamed his agony! He was down and kicking frantically!

The astounded foals watched the combat in utter amazement! Not one dropped a loot bag! Swift Feather pulled back, her targe at the ready, a short, pointed stabbing sword at the guard in her skilled hoof.

Assured that the enemy was down and safe, she directed in her best military manner, “One of you get a constable! The rest search those bushes! He has stolen other foal's treats! We must see if they can be returned to their proper foals!”

The youngsters, responding to her air of total authority, sprang to follow her orders! The smith's colt sprinted up the street for help! The others found the loot bags in Rory's hidden ambush place.

The situation now under control, Swift Feather heard the voice of Dream, of Princess Luna, speaking in mind, “You have done very well, this night, Swift Feather! Fly back with me across the ages to your well earned rest.”

She took off in a thunder of wings. A watching filly said admiringly, “Look how well she can fly with all of that armor!”

Together, Swift Feather and Luna flew across ages back to Fortress Canterlot and through its stout stone walls. Swift Feather saw her sleeping self and faded into her body. Lips curled into a smile for her good dream of righting a wrong.

When she awoke, she found a bag with treats in it under her pillow.

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In Ponyville, the Constable Crager was trying to make sense of the scene. The foals were the only witnesses and they would not budge from their story. “It was Flight Leader Swift Feather from Fortress Canterlot! She said so herself!”

Looking at the antique design of the aerial battle spear in Rory's shoulder and then at the big scythe laying in the street, Constable Crager could almost believe it. The Ambulance Ponies were getting Rory stabilized for removal to Ponyville General Horspital.

One commented, “We are going to have to get that spear out of his shoulder to get him into the ambulance!”

The blacksmith's colt pointed to the spear and said, “No you don't. Look, Swift Feather is taking it back to Fortress Canterlot!”

The solid seeming spear lodged in Rory's shoulder quietly faded away like a dream upon awakening. The wound that it left behind, however, failed to fade at all.

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.Hack//Gilfection Pt 3 (Gilgamesh, Hakuno, Rin, BB)

.//Chapters//. – 1 – 2 –

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Rin was a pain in the ass.

This was the area she had decided on. She wasn’t new to the game, or so she said.

It was a little difficult to believe that she wasn’t a new player with the way she was carrying her character. No grip control. No mindfulness for that large broadsword of hers. She pulled it along behind her like a boat anchor that had been forgotten. When she went to hold it over her shoulder, which she did when they reached the doors to the place, she awkwardly shuffled and tried holding her blade one handed over her shoulder.

That didn’t work, as her dropping of the weapon gave away.

He probably could look at her stats, but it was easy enough to guess what level she was.

And Enkidu had thought that I was hopeless.

The music alone was solemn. The floors were dusted, coated with a texture layer to show that the place had been all but abandoned. Even the air, although clear, held a slight series of flakes, tiny pixels that worked like dust particles in the air.

They moved forward, through the rows of pews.

Only one thing was really worth seeing in this place. There were no rooms to go to, no other areas to visit. The whole immaculate building held but one space, one that was filled with only a singular point of interest: a statue.

Gilgamesh frowned, knowing that figure.

“Take this.”

The girl from before, adorned in white, had looked exactly like this.

The only difference was that she hadn’t been covered in chains. The torn dress on the woman’s body was plastered against herself too, doing nothing to help with the sight of her being trapped beneath metal chain links and locks.

“…There’s no one else here.”

Rin frowned, stepping to the side of the room and looking around. “There’s no one here at all…”

There wasn’t.

Gilgamesh turned his gaze to the altar.

The epitaph… Nanna… Ishtar… Ereshkigal…

The writing was faded from there.

“AH!”

Rin’s shout caught his attention, sending him spinning on his heels, his blades coming to hand and slamming into the beast that had appeared. The small gremlin was easily destroyed, falling back with a small roar.

“…You… You didn’t even flinch…”

“Should I?” Gilgamesh put his blades away. “It’s just a regular weak monster.”

“Yeah… Yeah. Weak. Right…” Her eyes drifted to the statue. “The statue looks so sad…”

What a fool.

He turned his gaze back to the statue for inspecting.

It didn’t take long now.

Rin moved to his side, her hands going to the fencing between the statue and the rest of the room. Her gaze turned downwards, her body trembling a bit.

“I guess… you’ve probably figured out that I’m a noob too, haven’t you?”

Gods, what a child.

Why was he here again? The statue was interesting, possibly enough to give him a clue where to go to find Enkidu’s avatar in this game, but…

“My um… My boyfriend played this game a lot.” Her voice lowered, like she was confessing some secret. “The idiot always got on before bed and would fish in the stream. He let me play once or twice with him, but we didn’t really go to areas. We just fished. He liked the Mac Anu area for that kind of thing.”

“Uh huh.”

“He invited me again, this time, to go to an area. He’d cleared it out and it had this great big moon in the background. I thought maybe… maybe this time he had another reason for inviting me, but the world changed.”

“Things went to a coding area with no scenic view?”

“No, it was a place that had these running numbers and there was this almost lava like place, but the lava didn’t look right.”

He’d just said that-

“Cu managed to smack my PC, totally destroying it. I was so mad and I was yelling at him for ruining the computer that he forced me to take such careful attention to, but…”

“He didn’t wake up.”

Rin looked at her hands, shaking her head. “He lay there so quietly, Gilgamesh. I’ve never had him be that quiet before.”

She’d be useful.

The next area they could go to was that area that the woman had mentioned. Wherever this moonlight area was, he wanted to go straight there next.

“Cu mentioned this code when he had the goggles on. I thought-“

“Let’s head back.”

The heart to heart wasn’t necessarily something he was interested in, but it had given him an insight into the fact that others could have suffered this. There could have been others. He would have to check the forum board when he got out of this area and checked the other.

Rin nodded, “You’re nicer than I thought.”

“Sure.” They could go with that.

He still needed her to work with him. No point in opening his mouth and pointing out the many flaws in her method of thinking, beginning with and not limited to simply trusting any character that came crawling-

BAM!

The doors flew open at the entrance.

A figure, adorned in silver and white armor, held her blade in hand. Her brown hair was loose, flowing over the feathered paldrons on her shoulders and her red accents to her attire showing just beneath her cloak.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“We could say the same to you!” Rin shouted. “YOU’RE BEING RUD-“

“THERE’S NO TIME! GET OUT OF HERE!”

What did she-

The world was glitching, the area beginning to fade a moment before something dropped down.

“Shit!”

Rin leaped behind him, her blade held in both hands. Gilgamesh found himself pulling out his twin blades, but the other was already running forth.

She flew like a great bird, slashing down upon the golem. Her blade cut cleanly, her eyes filled with a deep, defiant look that made his damn heart flutter. He could hardly breathe as he watched the woman spin on her feet, taking that weapon that had just slashed at the golem and sending it slamming into the golem’s gullet.

In and out, a perfect stab.

The world glitched again, a strange green armor coming onto the golem.

“What’s happening?! What the fuck is that!?”

“…Shit, another glitch. These computer viruses have been making these bastards have unlimited defense. It’s basically invincible,” the stranger woman growled.

“…This must be what got him,” Rin breathed. “Get out of the way, I’ll kill it!”

“You idiot!”

She was already sprinting forward though, her broadsword in hand as she rushed at the giant golem. There was no stopping the idiot. She was going to end up getting her character killed!

“Damn it!” The armored woman rushed after the woman, slamming her body against the other. The golem slammed a fist towards the two, nearly smashing them to bits.

The book.

Gilgamesh paused.

Open the book.

Book?

The power it holds can bring forth either salvation or destruction at the whim of the user.

[You used the installation Book, Book of Twilight.]

The controllers were shaking in his hands. The nerve sensors were burning, hurting his hands. He could see a flashing in the background, the world around his character vanishing away and a white base background appearing.

The attire his character had was changing.

Gone was the random red clothing. Symbols were growing up the sides, a deep red set as the color of the fabric turned to gold. He could see the gloves he had, glowing with the same color as the computer virus around the golem.

The color focused, forming a ring around his arm. It blasted a focused ray of light, a series of numbers shooting forward until-

It struck right as the beast went to kill the two nearby.

The golem hit the floor, giving the perfect opportunity.

His armored, feathered knight struck forth, her wings fluttering in the air as she stabbed the beast to die. The final roar rang out again, but this time, the glitches were gone.

As Gilgamesh felt his hands shaking, his body covered in sweat, he felt his character fall to his knees. The figure ahead rose up, her blade slowly being pulled forth from the beast.

“I see…”

See?

“You’re the same… the same as that virus. To think I’d be saved by someone like you.”

“Someone like me? Woman, I should be asking you about that knowledge of the beasts and computer viruses.”

“Recently, there’s been a lot of places damaged by viruses. It’s ruining the game, damaging people’s lives, creating a world that cannot continue. Anyone with that virus… your virus, should be struck down immediately.”

Well, that was a shame, he was looking for the cause of the trouble here too.

“Draw your sword!”

“Draw? Bullshit, woman. There’s no use in that.”

“There is for me.”

The woman was preparing to rush forward when Rin stood up. Her heel slammed against the stranger’s hip.

“YOU! What the hell did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.”

“Well?!”

“…Hakuno. My name is Hakuno.”

“Put your damn weapon away, Hakuno! Gilgamesh just saved your life and the first thing you do is threaten to kill him?”

“Woman, do you understand what kind of cancerous-“

Rin kicked her again.

“He. Saved. Your. Life!”

“…I still don’t trust you.” Hakuno set her blade back into her sheath, her eyes glaring daggers. “…You did save my life…”

“I did.”

What was her character address in this game?

That’s who he needed on his party. She had to be either an extremely attractive woman or extremely boring.

“I need time to think. That’s why I’m sparing you. If I find out that you are indeed responsible, then I will be killing you.”

She needed to give him her information immediately.

Home address. Phone number.

Body in his bed.

“What an asshole,” Rin shook her head, sighing. “I’m logging out for today. I need to visit my boyfriend in the hospital.”

She logged out, her character vanishing from his side.

He took a deep breath, debating on how to proceed.

“That was rather childish of you, knight of the Moon Cell, descendant of the ancient mages of Fuyuki.”

Hakuno paused, glancing over her shoulder at the woman that was standing atop the cathedral. It was impossible to mistake that voice, that purple hair.

“I do not speak to hackers.”

She tried to continue forward, knowing that the woman wouldn’t let him off that easily.

Sure enough, the fool was warping, moving to another of the spindles. BB’s long black coat fluttered softly in the wind as she giggled away with her wand in hand.

“That guy, he’s a friend of your partner’s.”

That, of all things, made her pause.

“Enkidu?”

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Fic meme

I was tagged by @primarybufferpanel -- thank you darling, this was a ton of fun to do!

This got a bit long, so I’ll put the people I’m tagging here at the top: @claraaoswald, @ambitious-witch, @someillplanetreigns, and @junoinferno, if you feel like playing!

My AO3, my old non-updating fanfiction.net

Fandoms I’ve made fanworks for: Oh lord. I’m only going to count fanfiction that has actually been posted, but if I tried to count up every fandom that I’d started writing for and left unfinished fragments languishing on various harddrives and googledocs over the years, it’d be at least double this list. I have two pseuds on AO3, with the fics roughly organized by fandoms that I post about on this Tumblr account (sheliesshattered) and fandoms that pre-date my time on Tumblr that I don’t post about very much (glasscannon). Putting all the fandoms together in one alphabetized list:

Black Sails - 5 Doctor Who - 8 Firefly/Serenity - 1 Game of Thrones - 1 The Hobbit - 1 The Hunger Games - 1 Iron Man - 2 Law & Order: Criminal Intent - 1 Mad Max - 2 Once Upon A Time - 1 Poldark - 3 Star Wars - 3 Twilight - 7 The West Wing - 1

Number of fics: 38, including a big unfinished epic that I never moved over from ff.n, and don’t plan to unless I finish it someday.

Fics I spent more time on: I’m not even quite sure how to measure this. I’m a slow writer, and a single story can easily hold my attention for years at a time, or be something I return to when there isn’t a newer fandom temporarily consuming me. I don’t tend to keep track of how many hours I put into a fanfic, though. The unfinished epic I mentioned is probably near the top of that list, and was a huge part of my life from 2009 to 2013. Other contenders would be the All Hands series (written with PBP!), and Truth Universally Acknowledged, particularly if you include all the massive world-building that went into that one.

But really probably the one I’ve poured the most hours into, between research and writing, is a Doctor Who epic that hasn’t yet seen the light of day, called Home The Long Way ‘Round. Because I have such a habit of starting long stories and then not finishing them, I’m making myself get that one completely done before I post any of it to AO3, so I don’t have anything to show for it yet, but I’ve put a ton of time into it over the last five years or so. Hopefully someday I’ll actually get to share it. :)

Fics I spent less time on: Like I said, I’m a very slow writer, so any time I can turn out a story in a matter of days I’m just absolutely shocked. I wrote The Message over the course of about 24 hours, which is probably the fastest I’ve ever finished anything in my life ever, lol.

Longest fic: The All Hands series is sitting at 126,800 words, and PBP and I have more finished for it that we’re hoping to post soon-ish. The unfinished epic made it to almost 119,000 words before I ran out of steam. Truth Universally Acknowledged racked up about 54,000 words before my co-writer and I took a break from it, and probably triple that in world-building bibles and timelines, etc. On the works-in-progress side of things, Home The Long Way ‘Round is sitting at about 40,000 words currently and only about a third of the way done, and the For As Long As We Get series is at 21,000 words between what I’ve posted and what I’m still working on, and will definitely continue to grow.

Shortest story: 10 Seconds, at 208 words. Also one of the very first fanfics I ever finished and posted online.

Most hits: Truth Universally Acknowledged, by like a factor of 20 vs anything else I have on AO3. It’s the only time I’ve written for the main pairing in an active fandom (tho my purview in the co-writing was more on the secondary pairing), and that translated to a stupidly large number of hits. Fanfiction.net doesn’t count hits the same way, but the unfinished epic is sitting at about 3500 favs.

Most kudos: Setting The Stuns’ls, the first in the All Hands series -- which is SHOCKING considering that’s a tiny rowboat of a fandom, for a non-canon background pairing that has literally about 30 seconds of shared screentime, and the two romantic leads don’t so much as kiss over the course of 94,000 words (longing looks, significant hand-touches, mutual pining, definitely, but kissing, not so much).

Most bookmarks: Truth Universally Acknowledged, by a long shot.

Fic you want to rewrite or expand: I don’t tend to edit a story once it’s been posted, beyond correcting a typo or adding a missed word. Once it’s published, it’s finished and I don’t change it significantly. I do have quite a few (so, so many) unfinished stories that I would love to finish up at some point.

Total words combined: Counting only published fics, including the unfinished epic (and a companion piece for it) that lives only on ff.n, I’m currently at 376,542 words total.

Fav fic you wrote: How can you make me choose between my children like this, honestly?? Siiiigh. I’m with PBP, whatever I’m working on currently is usually my favorite. I’m having a ton of fun with For As Long As We Get, and can’t wait to publish the next part of that, hopefully sometime this month. I’m incredibly proud of All Hands, and that occupied such a specific time in my life that I’ll always think of it fondly. I’m exceptionally happy with the character voices and use of language in both Breathe Again and Upon This Rock Will I Break Myself, Until It Shows Me Your Beloved Face, and tend to feel like they don’t get enough love vs how much I love them. But my one true favorite is and will always be Home The Long Way ‘Round, and hopefully I’ll actually be able to finish it and post it someday.

Share a bit of your WIP or idea if you have anything planned: Again, how can I possibly choose just one?? Even just within the Doctor Who fandom, I currently have more than half a dozen stories actively in progress. But since I’ve talked it up so much without being able to link to it at all, and just declared it my all-time fav, I’m going to break one of my own rules and post the whole first chapter (eek!) of Home The Long Way ‘Round behind a read more:

Chapter 1: Orange Dreams

The sound of the wind is whispering in your head Can you feel it coming back? Through the warmth, through the cold, keep running ‘til we’re there. We're coming home now, we’re coming home now. —Home, Dotan

The winds shrieked and howled around her. Clara had never been in a tornado, but she imagined it would feel like this to stand in the eye of one. She could see gusts lifting the tops off the sand dunes in shimmering ribbons, gold against the orange sky. The waves of airborne sand dissipated a few feet from her, leaving only a jagged grittiness in the air.

A woman with long blonde hair was yelling at her, her words ripped away by the wind.

“Tell me again!” Clara called back to her. “Tell me how to find home!”

“It’s just physics!” the other woman shouted, taking a step closer; they were nearly the same height. “No information can ever be lost! Start from zero, and run the math! We’ll be waiting on the other end of that equation!”

There was something Clara desperately wanted to tell this woman who looked at her with kindness behind the steel of her eyes, but in that moment, the words wouldn’t come.

“Look!” someone yelled behind Clara, and though she didn’t want to take her eyes off her, she instinctively looked up, following the line of the other person’s arm up into the gathering storm-whipped dusk. There, silhouetted against the last of the light, was the unmistakable blue boxy shape of the Doctor’s TARDIS, spinning quickly as it flew away—

Clara jerked awake, her heart hammering against her ribs, already sitting up and pulling off her sleep mask before she realised what had woken her was the sound of the TARDIS materialising in the sitting room of her flat. She took a moment to catch her breath, trying to hold onto the details of the dream. In the other room, the TARDIS’s familiar wheezing and groaning came to a stop with a soft thud, followed by the squeak of the door.

“Doctor?” Clara called, not bothering to hide the sleep nor the annoyance in her voice.

He poked his head around her bedroom doorframe, grey hair awry and his most innocent expression plastered on — which meant he knew he was waking her and felt at least marginally bad about it. “Hello, Clara. It’s Wednesday,” he said pleasantly, by way of explanation.

“Is it?” she asked, deadpan.

“Technically.”

“You do know that I have to work today, don’t you?”

“Not for another six hours. So come on, up-and-at-‘em, plenty of time to go out and save the universe and still be back in time for your morning coffee. I’ve an adventure that simply won’t keep, so come on!”

His excitement was infectious, as he must have known it would be, but Clara clung to her annoyance a little longer, mostly for show. “You have a time machine: everything can keep,” she replied, but waved him off before he could launch into a lecture on all the ways that statement was false, at least from a temporal physics standpoint. He lectured anyway, hovering outside her bedroom door as she dressed, though Clara expected it was mostly to keep himself from pacing in anticipation. She followed more than half of it, and worried a bit over how often she let him babble on about the minutiae of time travel these days.

By the time the universe had been set to rights — or at least one small blue world, home to a race of sentient seahorses, that had been facing imminent extinction in the form of a rogue exoplanet — she had nearly forgotten her unsettling, vivid dream.

Given the recent events on Skaro, Clara was unsurprised when bits of her experiences there began to filter into her dreams. Truthfully, she had expected to dream of it more often than she did, but in the weeks that followed, more nights than not her sleeping mind instead conjured up the strange orange landscape. She revisited that screaming sandstorm so often it became almost comforting, and before long, other dreams joined it.

Clara was leaned against a railing on a high balcony, overlooking a large city coming alight as dusk crept on, a rusty sunset that stretched the width of the horizon bathing the world in amber. The woman with the serious eyes and long, straight blonde hair stood beside her, in the middle of a conversation, as happened so frequently in dreams.

“Alright, but what about the last stage?” Clara asked, elbows resting next to hers on the railing. “That bit depends on us actively doing something, and you know we can’t rely on my knowledge. I can’t take any of the engineering or navigation with me, so it’ll be down to him.”

“And he loves a good puzzle,” the other woman said confidently, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a twitch of her head. “He’ll want to find us. He’ll figure it out.”

“Before I die of old age? Are you sure? My mother was one of his professors at the Academy, I’ve seen his test scores. I think we need a fail-safe.”

“He did graduate,” she pointed out reasonably.

“He passed his exams with a fifty-one percent on his second attempt! No, we can’t assume he’ll have all the baseline information to even consider such a solution, much less actually accomplish the maths. We have to find some way to hide it with me,” Clara said. “Or in his TARDIS.”

The woman was silent for a long moment, her mouth set in a thoughtful line. On the distant horizon, the sun had finished its slow descent, but below them the city was coming to life, the light not so much fading as changing sources, becoming ever so slightly more golden.

“By that point in the timeline,” the blonde woman said, speaking slowly, still thinking it through, “you’ll have been exposed to his timestream and to the crack in the universe, so some of your memories will probably start leaking through. If we structure the extraction the right way, we might be able to embed a particular thought or moment into your consciousness before you go into the Schism.”

“What’d you have in mind?” Clara asked, turning her head to look at her.

“This conversation?” she suggested, laughing, her broad smile transforming her face. “No, a phrase would be cleaner, I think.”

“‘Run the math, you idiot boy’?” Clara suggested, also giggling.

“Oh yes, that’d go over well! No, if you want him to do something, call him clever. Works every time!” she laughed, leaning her shoulder into Clara’s.

“The horrid thing is that I know the temporal physics for this is part of my mother’s coursework,” Clara groaned. “If he hadn’t slept through so many of her classes, this would be a non-issue!”

“Ah, but a Doctor who was always responsible? What a boring universe that would be!”

Above them, the stars were beginning to come out, though the glare of the city obscured them. Through the haze of the dream, Clara couldn’t find any constellations she recognised. “You don’t have to tell me,” she said. “I was the one who helped him steal that box in the first place.”

“And if he could take half a moment to remember that,” the blonde woman said seriously, “he might realise the role of his TARDIS in all of this, and start to think of the solution that way.”

“‘Run the math, you—”

“Clever.”

“—boy, and remember when you met me’?”

The other woman nodded, considering. “That could do it. Your chronodeterminate conjugation won’t work until you come into contact with at least a little regeneration energy. Assuming you choose regeneration on Trenzalore, it might start kicking in then, in plenty of time for the last stage.”

“Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me,” Clara whispered up to the distant stars, cradling her chin on her arms against the railing.

The woman mimicked her position, the golden light of the city and the silver light of the stars catching in her long pale hair. “It’s just physics,” she murmured back. “Start from zero and run the math. I’ll be waiting at the other end of that equation. We’ll all be waiting.”

As unsettling as they were, at least the orange-tinged dreams were better than nightmares of Daleks, of being locked in the Dalek casing, unable to convince the Doctor that it was her, it was her, she wasn’t a Dalek, she wasn’t a Dalek! Dreams of the Doctor peering at her down an eyestock, this face or the last, or any of the others buried deep in her subconscious, hearing her but not knowing her, seeing her but not saving her.

Clara grasped for that orange sky, let it carry her away in bronze sandstorms, golden cities slowly coming to life, and starlight caught in tawny hair.

Monday morning third period found her Year 10 students taking an essay exam while Clara doodled on a scrap piece of paper, trying to pull images and phrases out of the orange haze that had taken up residence in her slumbering hours since Skaro. There were bits that tugged at her memory, like a song she couldn’t quite place but whose tune was intensely familiar.

She’d written Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me across the top of the page, and her eyes strayed to it every few seconds. The phrase had stayed with her after she woke, and had been on the tip of her tongue ever since, as though it was a message she was meant to deliver. Below it she’d rewritten the phrase, but crossed out six words: Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me.

It was too close for comfort to the phrase that had, in retrospect, changed her life, sent her on her current course. The Maitlands’ mnemonic for their wifi password, which she’d said out loud during that first phone conversation with the Doctor, had caught his attention somehow, and it wasn’t until she jumped into his timestream that she understood. It was the last thing she’d said to him before sacrificing herself to save him. Every fragment of her scattered through his timestream had said it to him at some point as well, the words reverberating endlessly up and down his timeline.

Why her dreams would dredge it up now, and in such a strange context, Clara had no idea. They didn’t feel like random images, but more like memory-dreams, like the bits of echo lives that filtered through to her sleeping mind from time to time. It had to mean something.

Half way down the scrap paper she’d written: It’s just physics. Start from zero and run the math. Below this was the very helpful ??? and Clara idly traced over the question marks again. Physics was still a foreign language to her, despite how much the Doctor prattled on about it at times. She could bring this to him, she mused, but what was it, really? Her subconscious doing backflips in the wake of Skaro, that was all. No grand mystery to solve, no universe-altering secret code, just her. She wouldn’t bother the Doctor with this quite yet.

Besides, she was certain she could tease this apart on her own, follow the clues to their logical conclusion without his assistance. The dreams were insistent, and felt familiar, but Clara was sure she’d never dreamed of the blonde woman and the orange sky prior to Skaro. That was the next clue, then, and she jotted it down on her scrap paper. Something had changed after Skaro, something that caused her subconscious mind to dredge up these particular buried memories.

She needed more information. Dreams about her echo lives were always stronger when she was aboard the TARDIS travelling in the Vortex, sharper and easier to remember. Maybe these orange dreams would be, too. And maybe the TARDIS itself would have some answers for her.

Of course, she didn’t sleep aboard the TARDIS very often, with her insistence on returning home for a week of Real Life in between their Wednesday trips. But the Doctor was never adverse to her sticking around longer than she’d planned, and in the end it didn’t take much to convince him:

“I’ve a staff meeting at work that I’m dreading,” Clara told him on that next Wednesday, when they returned to the TARDIS after their latest outing. “So what do you say I have a little kip and then we squeeze in another adventure before you take me back to face my workday?”

She thought for a moment that the Doctor might question the change in their routine, but he seemed thrilled about the idea. When he announced that he had some tinkering with the engines he’d been putting off that should keep him occupied while she slept, Clara made an excuse to linger in the console room — “just going to finish reading this chapter, then off to bed” — until after he’d gone. Once he’d disappeared down the corridor and around a corner, she quietly set aside her book, then slipped out of her armchair and down the stairs towards the console. The rotors hummed overhead, and somehow Clara knew the TARDIS was aware of her, and was curious to see what she would do.

Carefully clearing her thoughts, she made her way over to the telepathic circuits, pushed up her sleeves, and slid her hands into the strange interface. Focus was the key, she knew, and she was nothing if not focused. She closed her eyes and held two very specific thoughts in her mind: the sand-whipped orange sky in her dreams, and the clear question, Where, please?

She hoped the please would help.

It was a long quiet moment with the circuits warmly cradling Clara’s fingers, and then something on the console beeped. Her eyes flew open and she carefully extracted her hands from the telepathic interface before pulling the monitor down to eye level.

Gallifrey the screen read in English, below an image of a startlingly red-orange planet. Immediately prior to the Time Lock.

Clara felt her heart thud painfully against her ribs as she read the brief text again. She’d been dreaming of Gallifrey? She knew she’d had an echo life on Gallifrey, but she remembered that interaction with the Doctor, and it happened indoors. She had never before dreamt of the Gallifreyan sky. Had it been buried somewhere in her subconscious with the rest of her memories of that life? Why surface now?

More confused than ever, she clicked the screen back to the desktop, unreadable Circular Gallifreyan floating idly across the display. Perhaps she should bring this up with the Doctor — it was his home world, after all. But the whole point of this had been to dream while they were in the Vortex, and if she didn’t get a move on, he’d be ready for their next adventure before she’d even managed to fall asleep. She could talk with him about it later.

And if things worked tonight as she hoped they would, maybe she would even have a bit more information to bring to him when she did.

“Fire suppressant in Pod Four!”

The frantic call was quickly overwhelmed by the sound of the requested suppressant dispensing from the ceiling. When it ended, the speaker, dressed in the dark red uniform of a technician, brushed soot and foam off his shirt.

“It hates me, that one,” he said, nodding at the unassuming gray cylinder in the open pod in front of him. It was devoid of features, even its doors invisible now in the wake of the fire, two meters tall and one meter in diameter, just like all the other patients in the workshop. But somehow it did seem to be glowering at him.

“And it always will, stop wasting your time,” his coworker said flippantly. He was perched in front of a console on the other side of the room, deep in his own repairs. “Just get the Impossible Girl to do it, she’ll have it eating out of her hand by lunchtime.”

Their conversation occurred in the time it took Clara to enter the large oblong workshop and make her way to the far end where the two were working. “I heard that,” she said seriously, earning a guilty-looking jump from the man who had spoken most recently. She continued over to Pod Four and leaned against the outer casing, arms folded over her uniformed chest, one booted ankle crossed over the other. “What did you do now?” she demanded of the first technician.

He looked at her with wide eyes, more out of genuine fear than mock innocence, in her estimation. “I just told it��”

“You what?” she snapped, in a tone she usually reserved for misbehaving students.

He wilted a little but started again “…I told it to—”

“Told it?”

“…to give me access to the logs,” he mumbled, dropping her gaze.

“Told it to give you access to the logs?” she asked, voice harsh. “Well first off, Number Four here prefers male pronouns, respecting that might put you on better footing. And secondly, as with all TARDISes, you’ll get a lot further if you ask rather than tell.”

Behind her, the other tech scoffed. “They’re machines, we shouldn’t have to baby them like that. An access request is an access request.”

Clara turned her head to pin him with an icy glare. “Some days I cannot believe I let you work here,” she told him bluntly. “They aren’t just machines, as you very well know. Yes, there’s hardware we need to be able to work with, but that’s nothing more than a radio, at some level — only instead of radio waves, we’re using oswin waves to talk to pan-dimensional beings so large, they can’t have a physical form in this dimension. Who, with a little extra energy, can take us and an infinite amount of folded space to nearly any point in spacetime. Just think about the massive intelligences that speak to us through each of those machines!

“But more to the point,” she said, turning back to the tech still covered in soot, “you have to understand their viewpoint of the universe, and their understanding of time. A Time Lord telling a TARDIS what to do is akin to creating a fixed point in spacetime. It’s in their nature to want to avoid fixed points. Ask instead, let him find his own way ‘round to it.”

Before the beleaguered technician could reply, there came a polite knocking from the far end of the room, and Clara turned to see a soldier standing in the doorway of the workshop, looking a little out of his depth. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a message for—” he paused to glance down at the datapad in his hand, “for the Oswin. From the Lady President. Top priority.”

Clara was moving towards him before he’d finished speaking, curious and concerned, her attention focused on the message in his hands. But the dream faded out before she reached him, her mind moving on to something more abstract, more difficult to hold on to.

When she woke in her bed aboard the TARDIS, she stared at the ceiling with fond frustration. “If that was your attempt at help,” she whispered to the ship, “then I do not understand the message.”

It still wasn’t enough to bring to the Doctor, she decided later that day, watching him spin around the console room in the afterglow of a successful adventure, people saved, the universe bettered. So she was dreaming of Gallifrey, what of it? Many of the details in that last dream matched up with what she remembered of her interaction with the Doctor in that life. And while he occasionally enjoyed comparing memories of all the times her echoes had met him, she’d found he wasn’t especially keen on discussing the one in which she’d helped him steal the TARDIS and leave Gallifrey. Susan continued to be a point of pain for the Doctor, all these centuries later, and Clara understood him well enough to know better than to pick at that particular scab.

Still. That phrase was on a loop in her head: run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me. The emphasis on their meeting hadn’t been part of the original phrase, and now she was dreaming of the life in which they’d met face to face for the first time, from the Doctor’s perspective. Clearly they would have to discuss it at some point.

Eventually, but not yet.

#long post #about me #my writing #like seriously all of it #fanfiction #fandom life #AO3 #Home The Long Way 'Round #For As Long As We Get #All Hands #Truth Universally Acknowledged #et al #if you read that chapter let me know what you think!#❤️

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Your name, please? Robyn. Are you heartbroken right now? No, my heart’s doing okay. If so, how long have you been heartbroken? Do you like the area you live in? I like that it’s a lot quieter than the metro, but we get everything we could also get in the city nonetheless. Right now it’s just a little unsettling since the Taal Volcano erupted and we have ashfall land all over our house, but otherwise where we live is pretty decent and uneventful for the most part. Do you ever get complimented on your eyes? What color are they? It’s not my strongest feature so no, not really. They’re dark brown/almost black.

What facial feature do you like the best on a person? Everyone has their different strong suits, so. Do you like to be called baby? Only by my parents and my girlfriend, because otherwise that would be creepy. What is your favorite flower? I like roses, sunflowers, and peonies. Idk, my answers to this question changes every time so it’s safe to say they’re only my favorites today. When did you last use the restroom? Five minutes ago. I went before starting this. How long is your hair? Pretty long. I haven’t had it cut since late in 2018; if I throw my head slightly back it already reaches my hips. I plan to keep it long until my graduation shoot, so I won’t be going to the salon for at least another month. Do you have braces? I used to. Do you have any freckles? Nope. What is your favorite Internet meme? There was a local meme going around last week and it involved people making hilarious puns out of celebrity names and pairing them with Photoshopped pictures of the celebrities to match the pun – for example, a local celeb named Rico Blanco was styled as Rico Blanket and a photo of him was shopped so that he’s in bed wrapped in a blanket :(((( OK IT DOESN’T SOUND FUNNY RN but all the entries were hilarioussssss I swear. Unfortunately everyone hopped on the meme train and it died in like a week. How many windows does your room have? Two big windows but each have four tiny window panes in them that can be opened. Do you have a rug in your room? What color is it? No. My dog likes peeing on rugs so we don’t like having them laying around. What is the weirdest animal you've ever held? I don’t think any animal is weird... but the coolest ones I’ve ever held are a snake, an eagle, a sea turtle, and a crocodile. The first three I got to meet in Bali, and the crocodile was from Palawan. Do you get extremely hyper when under the influence of sugar? No. I never really believed in that either. What about caffeine? I get pretty talkative, yes. I also talk like I have built-in exclamation points lol. Have you ever tried any drugs? If so, did you regret it? No, I haven’t. Do you have any pregnant friends? None of my friends are, but I can never be sure anymore when it comes to people I know. I always say no to this question, then sooner or later someone I know gives birth kfdgkdjfhd like a classmate from high school just had her third kid and no one even had any idea she was pregnant again. Guess I’ll just keep answering this question with a shrug. Have you seen anyone lately that you knew but didn't remember from where? Yeah, this was me for a few seconds when I arrived in my history class for our first day last Friday and I saw several people that I knew I know, but I had to recollect my thoughts. I eventually remembered who they were, but for a few seconds I was stumped. When was the last time you toilet papered or egged someones house? I’ve never done this, because you don’t do this in the Philippines. Do you usually dress up for Halloween? Some years I would. When ordering food, what do you usually get as a drink? I always get ala carte because I only drink water (I get full quicker if I have any other drink), and service water is always there. Put your favorite color and favorite animal. EX: Silver walrus Pink dog. When drawing something, do you try to be super precise or do you not care? I don’t care for drawing and am aware of just how bad I am at it, so I barely make any effort when I have to. When was the last time you snapped at someone? Sunday morning. My mom was playing a mobile game where the character will only be able to move if you scream, so she was screaming her ass off at 7 AM and I was worried it would wake the neighbors up. Does it bug you when people clap with their palms? HAHAHAHAHA like Nicole Kidman? Oh man. I’ve never actually seen someone clap the way she did in real life, so I don’t know if it would bug me. I know it’d send me laughing, though. Have you hugged anyone today? Just my dog. Classes have been suspended because of the Taal erupting, so I’m not seeing anyone else today. How many languages do you know how to say 'happy birthday' in? Filipino, English, Spanish, French, and Korean, so make that five. What language would you like to learn that you don't already know? Korean, just because I watch so many Korean shows as it is lmao. Are you able to take this language at your school? Yes, but it’s not required in my curriculum so I’ve never taken a Korean language elective. Have you ever been into a bar? Yes, I’ve always preferred bars to clubs so I’ve gone to a lot of them. What ethnicity are you? Broadly, Austronesian. But specifically, I’m Filipino, and even more specifically, Tagalog. How much makeup do you wear? None. I usually wear makeup only for special events, or if I absolutely had to, like for my graduation shoot. If you could fly, what kind of wings would you have? I’d like pink sparkly ones please hahahaha. Write some lyrics from the song stuck in your head right now. Nothing’s playing in my head at the moment. Do you like that song? Would you describe yourself as 'fiesty'? You mean feisty? I can bring out that side of me if I have to, but I’m not naturally it. How corny is High School Musical in your opinion? Pretty fucking corny. But I love the series and it’ll always be an important part of my childhood, so I’m never going to hate it. Have you actually read Twilight? Yes. I don’t know how I started getting into it though; I just remember it became insanely popular in the fourth grade and all of a sudden I wanted the Twilight boxed set for Christmas. What about Harry Potter? Yes, I read most of the books. My sister got into HP when she was aroundddd 10-11ish and my parents also got her a boxed set, so I borrowed each book after she finished them. Out of the two, which is better? Twilight.

Name a member of the Beatles! Ringo Starr. Who was the name of your first crush? My first real crush was Andi. How long ago was that? Eleven years ago. Do you still know that person? She migrated to New Zealand nine years ago, so we got disconnected for a long time and that’s when we got cut off. We’re Facebook friends now, but it’s never been the same. Happy for her, though. Can you handle your emotions very well? Usually I can, but when I’m at my breaking point then I’m at my breaking point. How often do you read books? Once every five years :(( JK uhhhhh I read loads, just not from books, and particularly not anything fictional. Are you the jealous type? I can be when there’s reason to, yep. Are you the type of person who gets jealous of people's pasts? No. And usually people regret their past, so I don’t feel jealous about that. Have you ever gotten an ear infection from riding an airplane? No. My ears were incredibly uncomfortable during my first plane ride though, and it didn’t help that I was already panicking long before the flight started. Anyway, my ears never fully ~popped and I was like 80% deaf for the entire plane ride. When was the last time you witnessed someone throw up? The last time someone threw up, it was me lol. But if we’re gonna be strict about the question, it wassssss last April I think. When was the last time YOU threw up? Sometime around May last year. Do you know anyone who faints at the sight of blood? ME. I’m anyone who faints at the sight of blood. Maybe not literally faint but I do feel super nauseous and weak and dizzy and I’d sometimes gag too. Hmm. I wonder how those girls have their period. Yeah well it’s not a very fun 3-4 days for me, my dude. Don't you just love the Cottonelle puppy? I don’t know what that is. Can you do any 'magic' tricks? No. Do you know how to play Checkers? I used to as a kid, because we used to have lots of board games. But since it was the game we barely ever played, I eventually forgot the rules. What clubs are you in at school? I’m in one of the two journalism organizations, and I also joined the graduation committee this year so that I get to contribute something for our batch :) What do you fear most in this world? Either falling from a very high place or drowning. And injections. What do your siblings fear most in this world? I know my sister is afraid of big crowds, chaotic situations, and small spaces. I don’t know what my brother fears, nor do I really care. What was the last sentence you heard anyone say? I’m listening to a mukbang ASMR right now and the last thing the girl said was her basically describing what she’s about to eat. Is Taylor more of a boy's name or a girl's name? I know we’re not supposed to care about this anymore, but if I really had to think about this question I see it as a boy’s name. But I also see that it works on girls just as nicely, so. What about Dylan? Boy’s name. But it sounds so badass on girls, and I prefer it as a girl’s name. What colors are the eyes of your family members? Dark brown/black. Filipinos all look the same, dude. Are you related to anyone with red hair? No. Do you know anyone with super super green eyes? Other than celebrities, no. What color was your hair when you were little? It has always been black. What color is it now? ^ Were you a chubby baby? I was a pretty chubby young kid especially from the ages of 3-5, but I was an okay-sized baby/toddler. I’d be surprised if I was chubby considering my mom and dad are both slim. What is your favorite mythical creature? Not a fan of those. Do you know anyone with a mullet? No, I don’t think so. Put down a random word here. Watermelon. What is your favorite fruit? Avocado. Now what is your favorite flavor of lollipop? Chocolate. If you combine your 2 above answers and make a perfume would it smell good? Probably not. They’re so different. Do you always feel like you have to be the best? Yes. That’s why I always take it hard when I end up not being that. Are you looking forward to summer? Yes, because I��ll get to rest. No, because it will be my last summer until I die. Are you wearing socks right now or are you barefoot? I’m barefoot. Socks always feels like they’re there, and I don’t like that feeling. What's on your favorite necklace? I’m not regularly wearing any necklace these days. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Around seven, which is okay for me. Which is better: gingerbread or butterscotch? Caramel or peanut butter? Nutella or chocolate? Do you own an iPad? We own a family iPad, but no one’s used it in a while. I was the one who used it last as a means to work and communicate, back when I broke my phone and didn’t have a new laptop yet in my first year of college. I honestly hope that iPad never dies on us, since there’s a load of great memories there. Do you watch Glee? No and as someone who hates song covers, I think I’m better off not watching it skksjfdhgfg. How hard is it for you to get out of bed in the morning? When that day would require me to do something I dread, like attend a class I hate, it will be a lot harder for me to get up. But generally I’m pretty okay, as long as I set my alarm 30 minutes to an hour before I actually have to get up so that I have enough time to properly wake up. How many books are in the current room you're in? I’m in the dining room so there are zero books around. Have you ever witnessed an aircraft break the sound barrier? No. I also never really knew what that means, but I know I’ve never seen that. Do you keep a sketchpad in your room? I don’t draw, so I never needed one. Is there anything you do right before you go to sleep? Put water on my dog’s bowl – he likes drinking before we doze off. What color is your favorite purse? I only use one and it’s pink. How much money is currently in your wallet? ₱2,000. Do you get an allowance? Yes. How many songs are on your iPod? Don’t use an iPod these days. Do you usually have sweet dreams or nightmares? My dreams are either weird or nightmares. I never get any sweet ones. How has the weather been lately? It’s a little gloomy and cloudy. I don’t know if it’s an effect of the volcano eruption nearby, or if the weather is just like this. When was the last earthquake you felt? It was either August or September.

#survey #surveys

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lynns-art-blog · 6 years

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Ponytale Storyboard Ch.1

Frisk opens their eyes to see the canopies of trees around them. They blink, and once they open their eyes again, they see the ghostly image of a creature staring down at them.

"Get up, you lazy baby!" says a familiar voice. Frisk focuses to see that it is Chara, or rather, a pony dressed like Chara staring down at them. "Seriously, you're almost as lazy as that stupid smilin trashbag!"

Frisk sit bolt upright, dazed and confused. They look around themselves to get their barrings, and notice that they are at the edge of a large, rather foreboding forest. After getting their barrings, they look down to see if anything was broken. This is when they notice something off.

They are no longer human.

Frisk makes a loud yipping noise in shock and surprise, much to Chara's amusement. They were a pony? But how? When? What was going on?- It was then that Frisk remembered what had happened. They sigh and try to get to their feet, er, hooves.

"Great, now that you're up, do ya mind tellin me how we got here?" Chara asks, floating around Frisk and scratching their chin clumsily with a hoof. "Last thing I remember is you tellin me you were gunna try to fix somethin, us goin to the Core, and then... Nothin. What happened?"

Frisk gets up, looks at Chara for a moment, and then shrugs. Saying in their mind "I'm not really sure what happened. The last thing I remember is entering the Core room."

Chara senses that Frisk is lying, but doesn't pry. They know how Frisk can be, so they just let it slide for the time being. "Well, maybe we can figure somethin out. I dunno, there still seems to be some sorta magic in this place, so maybe we can get ourselves a way outta here."

Frisk asks a bit wearily through their mind "...What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, by takin some souls. We could have enough LOVE to get back to MT. Ebbot. heh, maybe you'll even listen to me this time."

Frisk shakes their head very hard. "NO. I will NEVER do that again. It messed us both up, and you know it!"

"Pfft, please, it didn't do anything to us other than make us stronger! And you know it."

Frisk sighs and wobbles to their hooves. They look around to see if they can find any sign of intelligent life, and they notice a small, rustic looking town on the other side of a small hill.

"Maybe we can find help there." Frisk thinks. They then, very shakily, start to head off towards the town.

"Fine, whatever, do what you want. You'll see I'm right in the end." Chara taunts a little, floating by on their back.

MEANWHILE IN PONYVILLE

A machine in Twilight's castle goes ding. "Oh no!" Twilight Sparkle gasps, running over the the complex, yet oddly organic looking machine.

"Uh, what the heck was that?" Starlight Glimmer asks, looking at Twilight's panicked expression with confusion.

"This machine detects anomalies in space-time, and then gives a proper reading of said space-time anomaly in the form of graphical information, text, and numbers-" Twilight stops when she notices that Starlight looks even more confused. "It goes ding when there's stuff."

"Oooookay? What kind of stuff?" Starlight presses, wanting to understand why Twilight looks so worried.

"Basically, after you had used Starswirl's spell and messed with time, I decided that it would be a good idea to make a machine that would detect if anything like that ever happened again." Twilight explained rather matter of factually.

"Ah... I see." Stralight replied, sighing slightly and thinking "I guess she still doesn't trust me. I can't blame her."

Twilight notices and puts a hoof on Starlight's shoulder. "Trust me, I know you would never do something like that again. I built this machine in case somepony else tried to do something like that."

"R-right, right. That makes sense." Starlight said, feeling a tiny bit better. "So, what did it read?"

Twilight rips a large piece of paper from the machines port and studies it. "Based off of these readings, someone or some thing ripped a hole in space not far from here. By the looks of it, right near the Everfree forrest, and right next to Fluttershy's cabin."

"Maybe it was Discord? I mean, his magic is pretty powerful." Starlight replies.

"No no, Discord's magic has a different... Signature to it. I actually had him use some of it so that I could calibrate the machine. No, this is something else. We should probably investigate." Twilight then looked up and yelled "SPIKE?!"

As if waiting on her call, the small dragon appears from through the door to the study. "Yes Twilight?"

"oh, there you are. Spike, could you writer a letter to Princess Celestia? Tell her that my warning machine has detected a breach in space and time, and that me and Starlight are going to investigate it."

"Already on it!" The young dragon says, already jotting down Twilight's every word onto a scroll. "Anything else?"

"No, that will be all, thank you." Twilight replies before turning back to Starlight. "Okay, let's go. We don't have a moment to lose."

"Right behind you Twilight." Starlight says, looking slightly nervous, but determined all the same.

"Right, Let's go!" They both then rush out of the room, twilight taking the readings with her to figure out exactly where the anomaly came from.

CUT BACK TO FRISK AND CHARA

"So wait, everyone in this place is a pony? Seriously? What is this, a kids show?!"

Chara grumbles as they float through the air of the market both they and Frisk just entered. Ponies of all types were lining the streets in stall, eager to sell their wears in the hot morning sun. Frisk looks around for a bit, declining to purchase anything when one of the shop owners asks, and continues to walk along the main path.

"But here's the weird thing: I sense a ton of magic in every one of them, and yet they don't seem to have a magic-based form. It's like they just inherently have a ton of the stuff." Chara looks around and notices the different types of ponies around them. "Hmmm, there seem to be three types of ponies here. Unicorns of some kind, winged ones, and ones that just look... Normal. Well, as normal as they can look fer talkin pastel horses."

Frisk shrugs slightly, still looking around for anyone that seemed like they could help.

"Oh man, I just realized! If these things have this much magic in em, then just imagine what their leader has in term of power! We could not only go back to the mountain, but we could ERASE evertyhin!"

Frisk stops and glances at Chara for a moment, a look of disappointment briefly flashes on their face.

"What? I told you that was my goal! To end it all so no one has to suffer anymore! But nooooooo! Little Frisk-y Bits here has to try and save everyone! Please!" They then proceed to grumble for a while longer, looking around at the stalls.

Firsk then stops at a fountain in the middle of the town square, sitting down to take a break. They sigh for a moment and look up at the bright sunny day. There has to be someone who can help.

"At least you have feet, er, hooves! All I have is wispy little cloud things where my legs should be! This pony place is so freakin annoying!" Chara groans loudly, working themselves up into a frenzy of anger.

Frisk looks at them and thinks "Calm down, Chara, it's not as bad as you're making it out to be. It's actually rather nice here, and these ponies seem pretty kind so far."

"Yeah, seem. Key word there, Frisk." Chara retorts, but sighs and decides to try and calm down. "I just... It's buggin me that I can't remember how we got here."

Frisk nods gently, replying "I know you're frustrated, but please try and find some good in this."

"That's your answer for everything. "Chara mumbles.

"And it works, doesn't it?" Frisk replies with a smile.

"... I guess."

CUT BACK TO TWILIGHT AND STARLIGHT

Twilight ans Starlight finally get to the edge of the Everfree, and determine where the hole in space and time was located.

"Okay, it looks like it started here and ended here. Hmmmmmm." Twilight consults the readings one more time as Starlight looks around.

"Hey, it looks like something fell through. There's a bunch of kicked up dirt and scuff marks all over."

"Huh? Oh, that's very nicely done, Starlight! I didn't even notice." Twilight applauds Starlight.

"Heh, it was nothing really. Uh, say, maybe we should ask Fluttershy if she saw anything?" Starlight replies, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"You're right, her house is pretty close." Twilight agrees, heading in the direction of the cottage. "Hopefully we can get to the bottom of this soon, and it doesn't end up being yet another world-ending event."

"I dunno, chances of that happening after everything we've been through seem rather slim." Starlight chuckles. "I mean, we have to have reached some statistical quota for end game scinarios by now, right?"

"heh, you're probably right." Twilight agrees, walking up to Fluttershy's door and gently knocking. "Fluttershy, are you home?"

After a moments pause, the door opens a crack, and both ponies can just barely make out the outline of a scared looking Fluttershy on the other side. "T-Twilight? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me Fluttershy. Is everything okay? We came over to investigate a space-time anomaly. Could you tell us if you saw anything?" Twilight asked very gently and soothingly.

"W-well, I was tending to my garden, w-when a heard a loud banging noise coming from the edge of the f-forest." Fluttershy replied, looking even more anxious than ususal. "When I look around in shock I-I saw a big flash of light, a-and a pony fall out of the trees. I-I was about t-to go help them, wh-when I saw something n-near them that made me run a-and hide."

"Something that made you run and hide?" Starlight asked, looking rather confused.

"Yes, what did you see, Fluttershy?" Twilight asks, looking concerned.

"I-it was.... I-i-it was a gh-gh-gh-" Fluttershy tries to reply, but stutters too much.

"Uhhh, grapes? Um, oh, guts? Ghouls? Guns-" Starlight stops after seeing Twilight give her a stern look. "Sorry."

"i-It was a gh-ghost!" Fluttershy manages to squeak, closing the door slightly more as she says it.

"A ghost? Come on, Fluttershy, we both know that ghosts don't exist." Twilight says, trying to sound helpful. "Do you think you could tell me where this pony went?"

"Y-yes, th-they went into town. Th-that way. Th-they had a blue sweater on with dark pink bars going a-across the chest." Fluttershy points towards the market end of town before retreating her hoof back into her cabin.

"Thank you very much for the information, Fluttershy." Twilight said brightly.

"D-do I have to come with you?" Fluttershy asks, looking a little more scared.

"That's alright, we can take it from here. Thanks again, Shy." Twilight then turns back to Starlight after Fluttershy closes her door. "Okay, now we have a direction, and small description. This should be easy."

"Very. I mean, who wears a sweater in this heat?" Starlight asks, looking up at the sky and sheilding her eyes from the sun.

"Well, I guess we'll find out." Twilight replies, heading towards the market back into town.

CUT BACK TO FRISK AND CHARA

"Are you done restin yet? I'm gettin bored over here pretendin to squish yer head." Chara says, using their front hooves in front of their eye to pretend to squish Frisk's head. "Squishy squishy." they giggle playfully.

"I just need time to think. This is all really confusing, and I still haven't gotten my barrings fully yet." Frisk thinks, looking somewhat concerned. This place was so foreign, yet so familiar, it was hard to get a read on much around here.

"Eh, it's not that different from when I was in the underground. I mean, I'm still dead, I'm still able to float, and I'm still stuck to you." Chara says, floating through the water of the fountain.

At that moment both of them heard a loud voice coming from the Market.

"Hey! You, with the sweater!" Frisk looks up to see a pony staring directly at them. They point to themselves in confusion.

"Yeah, you! Stay right there!" The pony then turns and yells off into the crowd "Hey, Twilight, I think I found them!"

"Uhhhhh, this might not be a good thing. We should probably leave. "Chara says a tad nervously.

"No," Frisk replies in their mind, "They must be here to help us. Which is good, since we have no idea where HERE is."

"Alrighty, but it's your funeral. " Chara says nonchalantly, continuing to float through the air looking completely bored.

As Chara says this the two mares bound over to them.

"H-huff, huff, Y-you... Are n-not an easy pony... To find." Pants Starlight. "M-man I'm outta shape..."

"I keep telling you that there's a gym in the library." Twilight replies, before turning towards Frisk and smiling brightly. "Hello there, my name is Twilight Sparkle, and this is my assistant Starlight Glimmer. Could you tell us who you are?"

Frisk tries to use sign language to tell Twilight their name, only to remember that they no longer have fingers. They stop mid motion and look down at their hooves, somewhat distraught.

"Wait, you only just now realized you couldn't do that?" Chara laughs a little. "Man, you can be slow some times."

"Uhhhh, h-hello?" Twilight asks, looking a little concerned.

"What did they try to do with their hooves? Some form of sign language?" Starlight asks, looking curiously at Frisk.

Frisk then sighs and pulls down the collar of their turtle neck sweater, showing burn marks on their throat, before trying to make sounds with their mouth. All that comes out is a sort of small whine.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, you can't talk!" Twilight says, rather flustered. "I-I'm really sorry, I didn't know!"

Frisk tries to mime that it is okay.

"Well, I guess I could ask you some yes or no questions for the time being." Twilight sighs. "Do you think that would be okay?"

Frisk nods happily, looking eager to help. They think "Finally, we can get some answers!"

"Yeah, and so will they." Chara responds. "Don't tell em too much, we don't know if they can be trusted."

"Okay, could you please tell me, are you from around here?" Twilight aks.

Frisk shakes their head.

"I see. Did you see anything odd coming from the edge of the forest? Like a flash of light? OR anything coming out?"

Frisk thinks for a second. They decide to trust Twilight, and nod.

"Really? What did you see?" Twilight asks, before realizing that Frisk couldn't answer. "R-right, right, never mind. Uh, okay. Then I guess-"

"Were you the one who fell out of the tear in space?" Starlight interrupts suddenly.

"S-Starlight, what-?" Twilight tries to ask, looking at starlight in confusion.

"You were taking too long, and I was getting impatient. So? What's your answer?" Starlight looks at Frisk, determined to get a reply.

Frisk hesitates again, before nodding slowly.

"Ha! See? All you had to do was be direct." Starlight says triumphantly.

"While that is true, you did sort of interrupt me." Twilight replies, a hint of disapproval in her voice.

"Er, uh, yeah, sorry about that." Startlight says nervously.

"In any case, would you like to come with us to see if we can help you in any way?" Twilight asks Frisk gently.

Frisk nods enthusiastically. Yes, they knew someone would help.

"Perfect!" Twilight says enthusiastically. "Then follow me to my library."

"Huh, this is going much smoother than I thought it would." Starlight says, rather surprised as she follows Twilight and Frisk.

RIGHT OUTSIDE TWILIGHT'S CASTLE/LIBRARY

"THIS is what you call a library?! It looks like a freakin PALACE!" Chara cries out, looking shocked at the crystalline tree library.

Frisk looks up at it in slight awe before smiling. "This place looks absolutely beautiful!" they think.

"Right, you WOULD say that, wouldn't you?" scoffs Chara, looking at the library with a hint of disgust. "Waaaaaaaay too flashy for my tastes, honestly."

"Alright, just follow me." Twilight says encouragingly, opening the door and walking inside.

Frisk follows and is immediately hit with the smell of old books and ink. The whole place looks so regal, yet so cozy. Frisk lets out a small sigh, feeling rather comfortable in the large, crystal-like building.

"I hope it's not too strange in here." Twilight says, looking towards Frisk with a small amount of concern. "This place as grown under rather... Odd circumstances."

"'Grown'?" Chara asks, looking puzzled.

"They seem to like it in here, from what I can tell." Starlight says, closing the door.

"That's wonderful!" Twilight says happily, coming to a rest at a large table, and taking out a quill and parchment with her magic.

"Wh-whoa, wait, they can DO that?!" Chara exclaims excitedly. "Where do I learn to do that?!"

"Alright, before we get started, I wanted to thank you for agreeing to come with us. We won't hurt you in any way, I just want to ask some questions." Twilight says before looking concerned for a moment. "Which I just realized will be hard to do since you cannot talk, and I do not think you understand our written language."

"Hmmmm... OH! Twilight, I think I remember reading of a spell for this!" Starlight says suddenly.

"Wait, really?" Twilight says, looking shocked.

"Yes!" Starlight says triumphantly. "There is a spell that allows the pony who has it cast on them to speak using a sort of telepathy. Basically, the spell projects the ponies intended speech as both a text in mid-air AND as a sound that ponies can hear!"

"Wait, now that you mention it, that DOES sound awfully familiar." Twilight ponders for moment. " Hmmm, would you try and look for it while I ask our new friend some question?"

"Sure thing! I'm pretty sure I remember which spell book it was in, so it should be quick." Starlight says before leaving the room.

"Thank you, Starlight!" Twilight calls to her, before returning to Frisk. "okay, my new friend, how about some really easy questions, just to get things started?"

Frisk nods, smiling in agreement.

"Okay, great!" Twilight says, jotting some things down on the partchment. "Okay, firs question: Are you a mare?"

Frisk looks confused for a second, unsure as to what that means.

"Uhhh, right, okay." Twilight says, coughing awkwardly. "Let me rephrase that. Are you a female?"

Frisk gives a look of understanding before shaking their head.

"Okay, so you are male, then-"Twilight says, before being cut off by Frisk shaking their head again. "O-oh? S-so you're neither?"

Frisk nods happily.

"Wow, it's like you've never heard that one before, huh, pony weirdo." Chara says in a bored, mocking tone, as they float around the room.

"A-ah, I see. Well, that is perfectly fine. Is they a preferred term?" Twilight asks, trying to reign in her thoughts.

Frisk nods again, more enthusiastically, and thinks "She is at least trying, which is always appreciated."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Chara says, pretending that the table is water and wading through it.

Okay, next question." Twilight says, looking back down at the parchment. "Do you remember how you got here?"

Frisk freezes for a moment, a lump in their throat and pit forming in their stomach. They hesitate, before shaking their head.

"You're gunna have to tell both them and ME the truth eventually, Frisk." Chara says, now doing fake backstrokes through the large table.

"Ah, I see. I'm very sorry that this all happened to you." Twilight says, feeling a little suspicious, but not wanting to pry. "Once we get that spell for you, we can get to some of the other questions I have in mind, and hopefully find you a way home."

"Home. Ha! Not much of one now, is it, Frisk?" Chara grins tauntingly. "I mean, it's gunna be hard to convince Sans-y boy to forgive you, don't ya think?"

Frisk stares daggers at Chara, refusing to reply, and prompting Chara to laugh a little.

"You know I'm right." Chara laughs.

"uhhh, is everything... Okay?" Twilight says, glancing in the direction Frisk is glaring.

Frisk realizes what they are doing and nods, looking apologetic. "oooookay?" Twilight says, looking somewhat concerned. "Right, well, moving on."

Chara giggles to themself a little as they look at Frisk.

"Okay, here's an easy one. Do you remember your own name?" Twilight asks. "That probably sounds like an odd question, but there could be some amnesia at play, since you don't remember how you got here."

Frisk nods their head gently.

"That's great to hear." Twilight says, happily. "Okay, next question-"

Before Twilight can ask the next question, Starlight comes back through the door with Spike.

"wait, is that a DRAGON?! They have a freakin DRAGON here?!" Chara says, hardly containing their enthusiasm at this point.

"Hey Twilight, I found the book! Magical Remedies and Aids for the Physically Handicapped!" Starlight says triumphantly, holding out a book with her magic.

"that's great, Starlight!" Twilight says happily. "Oh, Spike, did Celestia write back?"

"Yep, that's why I came down here." Spike replies, taking out a letter. "She said to respond as soon as you could with details about the anomoly."

"Great. Tell her that I have discovered the source, and ask her to come as soon as possible." Twilight says, before looking through the pages of the book

Starlight gave her. "Okaaaay, it should beeeeee, AHA! here it is!"

Frisk looks a bit nervous as Twilight's horn begins to shine more brightly.

"Don't worry, this spell won't hurt." Twilight says reassuringly. "It will simply tingly a small bit. Once I am done, you can try and get more comfortable with it for a few moments before we begin again with our questions."

With this, and after Frisk nods and braces themself, Twilight conjures and shoots a beam directly at them. A very odd tingling sensation forms in Frisk's head, causing their mind to get a bit jumbled for a brief moment and causing them to fall backwards.

"That was FREAKIN COOL!" Chara says, unable to hold back their excitement. "man, these unicorn things are so COOL!"

"Whoa, are they alright?" Starlight asks, going over to Frisk and looking concerned.

"They will be fine. They just need a small time to adjust." Twilight says. She then turns to Spike. "did you finish the letter for Celestia?"

"Yep, just waitin for you to tell me to send it." Spike says, a scroll clutched in his claw.

"Good. send it off as soon as you can. "Twilight says before going to help Frisk up.

"On it!" Spike says before breathing green flames on the letter, burning and blurring it into an emerald gust of magical smoke.

"H-how the heck? Dragons can do that here?!" Chara says exclaims. "Where do I get one of those?! I want one of those!"

Frisk get groggily up, putting a hoof to their head.

"Try not to move too quickly." Twilight says soothingly. "The dizziness should wear off soon. In any case, could you try to tell me you name?"

Firsk thinks about it, trying to make the words appear in the air.

"M-m... My... Name.... Is... Frisk." The text box appears in the air, followed by a slightly high, androgynous voice.

Twilight smiles warmly. "Welcome to Equestria, Frisk." She says happily.

#my writing #Ponytale #Unfinished work #Man I had to go through this and reformat it #Plus all the typos hot dang ;u;#But here's the first chapter #The second one will be up shortly

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#swan #phantom of the paradise #paul williams #sam puckett

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