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Joseph: Part 5 - A Friend

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Part 4

Had something happen today that made me lose a bit of steam for this story, but we're going to keep trucking. I probably got too caught up in looking for validation with my writing, but I think we'll be okay. I have plans for it and I'm going to keep going, I just might have to take a short break.

Content: Vampire whumpee, human caretaker, hospital setting, panic attack, grief, detailed memories of a character death

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Joseph enjoyed his music for most of the day, his eyesight coming back enough for him to see the small device where he could search for music and play it. He didn’t recognize the app, but he was glad for the music. 

He was bobbing his head to ‘Eye of the Tiger’ when he smelled someone familiar. He looked over into the hall, waiting until a man came into view. The man that had to be Joshua Muir looked to be of Mexican descent, clean shaven and wearing his hair just long enough he could pull some of it back into a little wolf tail. 

He wasn’t wearing a police uniform, instead wearing well worn jeans and a t-shirt. 

Muir opened his mouth in greeting and Joseph realized he was still wearing his headphones. He pulled them down, the sounds of the hospital greeting him again, but he could focus attention on Muir and it wouldn’t bother him. 

“Hi,” Joseph said, feeling once again safe as Muir sat down in the chair by the bed. 

“How are you feeling?” Muir asked.

Joseph shrugged. “I’m completely regenerated. The nurses said they were going to get some more blood into me overnight and then get me set up to go to a rehab center.”

“Nice. That was pretty quick,” Muir commented. 

Joseph nodded as the situation dawned on him for the first time since waking up. “Oh, stars, you, I….. Sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to ride in the ambulance with me. You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”

Muir laughed. “No, not at all. Well, maybe a little but it wasn’t a problem. You needed someone to be there for you, man. It happens.”

He nodded a little. “Thanks for coming back. I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.”

Muir shook his head, a hint of sadness entering his expression as he said, “No, you’re good. I, ah, I moved to the city pretty recently. I don’t have many friends yet outside of some coworkers… but I guess we don’t really hang outside of work. This is…. Kind of nice, actually.”

“Oh,” Joseph said, surprised. “Alright then.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Muir asked, “So, got any questions? 3 years is a lot of time.”

Joseph shrugged. “Haven’t really seen enough to have questions, I guess…. Have the fledgling laws passed?”

“Not yet,” Muir replied, looking slightly annoyed. “Well, parts of it have. People with terminal illnesses can apply to become a fledgling, but the stuff around people with chronic illnesses and terminally ill children got tied up in the courts last year.”

“Well, I guess it’s good there’s been some movement on that,” Joseph said.

“Yeah,” Muir said. “So, what do you like to do?”

“I like reading,” Joseph said with a shrug. “And D- my bondmate was teaching me how to play the piano. I used to work at a tech shop. I guess I was kind of, I dunno, stuck in a rut. Wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do with my life…..”

“Well, there’s plenty of time to figure it out,” Muir said with a shrug. 

Joseph nodded. “And you? What do you like to do?”

“My job takes up most of my time. I’m working my way up to being a detective. I’ve been a cop for a few years now and I’ve been studying to pass the tests they’ll need me to do. I’m pretty excited. The Chief has been pretty hard on me, which makes me think it’s going well.”

“How’s that?” Joseph asked, curious.

“Well, she’s a tough love kind of lady,” Muir said with a mischievous smile. “She’s been criticizing my work a lot lately, which tells me some big guns are watching me, trying to decide if they should try me out. It’s a bit early in my career for it, but I’ve been proving myself and I think they see it.”

“Oh,” Joseph said, intrigued. “That’s awesome, then! I hope it all works out for you!”

“Of course! And you’ll be the first to know if it does!” Muir said, his grin splitting his face. It drooped and he hesitated. “Er, if you want to be friends, that is. Maybe I can help you figure out what you want to do with your life.”

“Oh yes,” Joseph said eagerly. “I could definitely use a friend.”

“Good,” Muir said with a grin. “I wonder…. I want to talk to the nurses real quick. I’ll be back.”

Muir hopped up and left, the smell of his excitement still hanging in the air. Joseph slipped the headphones back on, not really paying attention to the music as he waited for Muir to come back. 

Muri came back after another 20 minutes, a bag in his hand. Joseph pulled the headphones off and Muir said, “Alright. The nurses said you can check out tonight.”

“Check out? Where am I going? With you?”

“Yup! I had some extra clothes in my car so you can put these on and we can get out of here. I thought you’d probably like to sleep somewhere quiet tonight.”

“Oh, I certainly do,” Joseph said, pushing the blankets off his lap and turning to sit on the edge of the bed as a nurse, the same one who brought him the noise canceling headphones, came to unplug him from the drips. 

Once that was over and the small holes in his skin healed, Joseph stood up, taking the clothes and heading into the bathroom to change. 

The clothing was a bit big on him, but after rolling the top of the pants down inside once they held just fine. He stepped out, shifting the shirt to sit properly on his shoulders before taking the shoes Muir held out for him. 

“We’ll get you some better shoes later,” Muir said with a smile. 

Joseph nodded, grinning. The two walked out, Joseph shuffling a little to keep the shoes on his feet. Muir had already registered his address with the lady at the desk and they were set to go. 

“I think the rehab people will come to meet you around 2 tomorrow? I’ll be at work, but the hospital will let them know to go to my house.”

“Cool,” Joseph said, his shuffling steps feeling strange. They were smoother than he thought they would be, as though there hadn’t been three years and a regeneration in between the last time he walked and now. 

“And then we can get you clothes and stuff tomorrow night,” Muir said as he got into his car. Joseph entered on the passenger’s side and buckled his seat belt, relaxing as heard the familiar sound of a car starting. 

They soon left the hospital parking lot and drove down roads as the sun to the left of them as they hit the highway. Joseph watched the world pass by in awe, the rumble of the car soothing to his fragile mind. 

Maybe he’d be fine. Maybe one day he’d be healed and forget about what happened and he could move on. Maybe when he had something good to do with his life and-

But who would he share it with? His bond with David was empty. It was gnawing on him, crushing his soul and begging to be fed. He had been without a pairbond for three years and his body and mind were beginning to realize it. David was gone and he could still remember feeling his pain through the bond, could still hear his screams. He remembered when the blade had entered David’s heart and killed him. The pain and fear had been unlike anything Joseph had ever felt. His and David’s mingle fear, the pain, David reaching through the bond searching for comfort, searching to be sure Joseph was still okay, and then the knife had come down. 

It was like losing a limb. Crushed in a combine’s mechanics, shattered and torn and shredded and bloodied and violently taken in a moment that could never be changed and never be reversed. The emptiness had consumed Joseph’s mind entirely. Going from all that noise to dead silence where his own fear and pain echoed down and back again through broken links. 

He would never get David back and the pain would last forever. It felt like it would last forever. How was he supposed to deal with it all? How was he meant to survive this?

He grabbed on tightly to whatever was pressed against him. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t feel. All he knew were the memories of David’s gargled screams and the broken bond as his sire and bondmate died. 

He knew he would need to pairbond again eventually, and that sent a new wave of sorrow through him. Was it not enough to be on his own? To always remember David and cherish his memory? He was Demijeoa. He would have to pairbond again to heal, but he couldn’t imagine it. He couldn’t imagine pairing with anyone after that. 

He pressed his face into soft fabric, sobbing desperately, unable to alleviate the pain. He realized someone was running a hand through his hair, untangling it and running down his back in strokes, and then he recognized the smell. 

He lifted his head to find Miur looking out a window, though Joseph’s stirring brought his attention back down. “Hey, are you back?”

Joseph felt a wave of sorrow and embarrassment so strong it sent him to hiding in Muir’s shoulder again. 

“Hey, man. It’s going to be alright. Promise. Do you want to talk about it?”

“”S not gonna be alright,” he mumbled. “He’s dead.”

He felt Muir tense up, but he didn’t stop rubbing Joseph’s back. “I know, I’m really sorry.”

Joseph let out a shuddering sigh, simply letting Muir quietly comfort him. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“You don’t have to. Not right now. Right now, it’s enough to just grieve. I know losing a bondmate is painful, even if I can’t really understand it.”

Joseph nodded before peeling himself away from Muir, scrubbing his face. 

“Are you going to be okay?” Muir asked.

Joseph just nodded so Muir turned off the hazard lights, signaled, and got back on the road. It was dark now, and Joseph was so tired he just laid his head against the window and let the rattle of the road bruise his head repeatedly. 

Joseph was asleep by the time Muir pulled into his driveway. He got out and went to the passenger seat, opening the door quickly and propping up Joseph to keep him from falling on the pavement. The vampire slept like a dead thing as Muir closed the car door with his hip and walked up the steps to the house. 

After some awkward shuffling, he managed to unlock the door and step inside. He walked through the house to his bedroom where he set the vampire on his bed. He coaxed the blankets over him and went back to the front door to lock it. 

After a quick snack and a shower, he got ready for bed and slept on the couch in the living room. 

………………………………………………..

Joseph woke in a comfortable bed wrapped in blankets that smelled enough like Muir to tell him that Muir had given his bed up to Joseph. He sighed, pressing his face into the pillow for a moment before rolling over and out of the bed. 

He poked his head out into the hall, looking around. There was another room set up with a desk and walls lined with cork board, though only one was in use. He soon found the bathroom and cleaned up before going to the living room. 

Muri laid on the couch, bundled in blankets and snoring very softly. Joseph hummed and decided to make breakfast. 

There wasn’t much in the kitchen and he ended up just improvising with some quick oats and eggs, as well as getting some coffee ready. 

He heard Muir wake up and smiled when he heard Muir’s small confused noise when he smelled food. 

He stumbled in, wearing sweatpants and a blanket cape as Joseph turned, scooting a plate of food across the island to him. 

“Got the coffee started a bit late but it should be done in a mo.”

“Thanks,” Muir said, surprised. 

“You're welcome. And no offense, but do you live on oatmeal, eggs, and canned chili?”

“Er, no. I tend to grab food while I’m working,” he said, fishing a fork out of the dishwasher and sitting on one of the stools to eat. 

Joseph rolled his eyes and sat down next to him once the coffee was done. Muir took the coffee eagerly, taking a sip and closing his eyes in delight. They ate in silence for a minute before Muir said, “So I guess this means you want me to buy more food.”

Joseph snorted. “Yes. You’ll end up with kidney stones if you keep eating like you are.”

Muir shook his head and downed his coffee. “Alrighty, then. I’d better go get ready.”

“Kay,” Joseph said, enjoying his breakfast a bit more slowly. 

When Muir came back, he was dressed in his uniform and ready to go. “I left a note on the computer with the password. Feel free to surf the web while I’m gone. Just remember-”

“The meeting at 2:00. I got it,” Joseph said, putting the dishes in the sink while he unloaded the dishwasher. 

“Yup. I might stop by on one of my breaks, but we’ll see.”

“Alright. See ya.”

“Bye.”

The door closed, the key scraped in the lock, and Joseph was alone. 

Joseph stood in the kitchen, his heart pounding in his throat as the silence pressed in on him. Silence like silver. 

He shook his head. He was not interested in having another breakdown today. Not right now. He was going to hold it together and if he needed to cry himself to sleep that night, then by the stars he would cry himself to sleep. 

He rifled through the kitchen, putting things away as he went along until he’d taken care of the dishes. He loaded the new ones into the dishwasher and closed it. 

He supposed the next thing he could do would be to catch up on what he’d missed. 

He went to the room with the cork board walls, glancing at the images and notes tacked there. It was a missing person’s case about a little girl. He hummed, looking at the little girl’s face. Did anyone look for him and David like this? Did someone in the world string up their names and faces, staring at them in the hopes that it would provide some clue?

Joseph shrugged off the image and sat at the computer, typing in the string of letters and numbers from the sticky note and opening up the search engine. 

He stared at the blinking bar for a moment, uncertain of what he should do before he started pulling up the social media accounts he’d had and opening them up to see what there was to see. 

Joseph: @not-a-space-alien @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question

From Dust to Ashes: @writereleaserepeat @currentlyinthespiral

Part 6

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epilogue 9

The burlesque tent was still lit up by the paper lanterns hanging from the rafters, reeking of the floral perfumes of six different dancers and the sweat of a packed audience. Johannes lifted the flap of the entryway and ducked inside, searching for any stragglers - sometimes they liked to hang around to try and talk to the girls when they came back out of their dressing rooms. But the tent was empty with the exception of Ezra, sitting at his piano at the foot of the stage, as he had been all evening.

“You’re missing dinner,” Johannes said, swinging himself up onto the stage. His ringmaster’s top hat toppled off his head and fell to the ground behind him, but he didn’t make a move to grab it, letting it lie in the grass for now.

“I’ll have something later,” Ezra said, waving off the concern, still letting the fingers of his other hand crawl across the piano keys. The sound echoed in the empty space of the tent, the reverberation of each note curling through the air like cigarette smoke. His hair was tied back in a little ponytail that poked out from the back of his head, and the top button of his shirt was open, his collar rumpled. “How’d the main tent go tonight?”

“Well, Astrid missed her cue to come in with the horse for the third show in a row, and a spotlight went on the fritz in the middle of the clown act, but you know, I hate to complain,” Johannes said, sitting down on backwards on a chair that had been left on the stage, leaning his arms against the top of it. He dug into his pocket and produced a necklace, spreading it out with his fingers to show Ezra. Usually he waited until dinner to discuss how much profit they’d made with the whole circus, but he couldn’t help but brag a little. Besides, Ezra was family, and the only other person who put as much work into keeping this place afloat as Johannes did. “We got a good sixty silver off the audience, and I got this off a volunteer for the knife-throwing act.”

Ezra whistled, leaning in closer to look. “Is that a real diamond?”

“Dunno,” Johannes said. He pocketed the necklace again, rolling onto his side to face Ezra. “How’d you and the girls make out?”

“Irene wanted her music changed again -”

“Again?”

“- or she wouldn’t perform, so I said sure, no problem,” Ezra went on mildly. “I went back to her music from two months ago. I don’t think she even noticed.”

Johannes barked out a laugh. “Good on you.”

“They made good tips, plus whatever Mari got off the audience,” Ezra added. “And Abernathy wants a new outfit -”

“Done,” Johannes said, because they’d probably made more than enough to cover it, and because the burlesque tent was one of their most profitable attractions. “Tell her to pick one out, next time we hit a town, and one of us’ll cough up the money for it.”

Ezra hummed in agreement, looking once again more enraptured by the piano than by anything Johannes was saying. With a few flourishes of his fingers, he went from picking out a tune to playing a full song, one hand bouncing jauntily from chord to chord while the other played a more complex rhythm over top. It wasn’t a song Johannes had ever heard him play before, which probably meant he was making up something off the top of his head. His ability to do that amazed Johannes sometimes.

“Is this anything?” Ezra asked, still playing, glancing up at Johannes.

Before Johannes could answer, the roar of an engine sounded from somewhere outside the tent, startling him to his feet. It might have been one of the troupe firing up a truck, looking to go out on a late night run for gas or alcohol, but he was sure they would have checked in with him first, or at least with Ezra. And this was a louder noise, the sound of a bike engine, not any of the trucks from the caravan.

Johannes lowered himself down off the stage, grabbing his top hat from the ground, his mind racing. A bike by itself meant a courier, maybe, or someone traveling a relatively short distance alone. More bikes could have meant a gang, but the first engine had stalled and quieted, now, and Johannes couldn’t hear any others in the distance. Plus, he liked to think a gang would know better than to ambush the Madsen & Graves Circus.

“Trouble?” Ezra asked. He was still sitting at the piano, though he’d stopped playing. One of his hands had strayed to the underside of his piano bench, where Johannes knew he kept a gun hidden.

“Dunno,” Johannes said. He nestled his top hat back over his hair, and headed for the entrance of the burlesque tent, motioning for Ezra to join him. It might not be the best idea to let someone wishing the circus ill catch Madsen and Graves together in one place, but at least they’d have strength in numbers. Johannes wondered if he should tell Ezra to bring the gun, but decided to leave it up to Ezra’s discretion.

Johannes pushed his way out of the tent, holding the flap open to let Ezra out behind him. A few other troupe members had emerged from the various other tents and trailers around the campsite, drifting cautiously towards the helmeted rider who’d parked her motorbike just in front of the main tent. It was a sleek, red bike, just as flashy as the rider’s red jacket, and red helmet - which she removed, shaking out waves of shiny black hair as she stepped off the bike.

“Johannes,” she said, cherry red lips curling into a smile. “And the other one.”

“Ezra,” Ezra supplied dryly.

“Sure. It’s been a while.”

“Lady,” Johannes said, arching his eyebrows in surprise. He didn’t know what the top dog of Hemisphere was doing here, but he sure as Hell intended to find out. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Lady’s smile grew wider, showing teeth. “I have a business proposition for you.”

Now, that was interesting. Madsen & Graves had a sort of truce with Hemisphere, a gentleman’s agreement that neither would interfere with the other’s operations, even though the circus wasn’t sponsored by Hemisphere or subject to their rules. Not that Johannes liked people to know about that. It wouldn’t be any good for the word to get out that a crime syndicate was sponsoring the circus - people might get it in their heads that the troupe was up to no good. And they were, of course, but it was much easier if people didn’t suspect them of it.

“Well,” Johannes said, gesturing towards his trailer, “step into my office.”

“Gladly,” Lady said, already striding towards the trailer.

Johannes followed her as closely as he could, glancing over his shoulder only once he stopped to hold the door for her. The rest of the troupe members who had been standing around were still exactly where they’d been before, watching both him and Lady. Even Ezra was still lingering near the bike.

“Ezra, come on,” Johannes said, nodding inside. They both ought to at least hear the proposal, he figured, even if they decided not to take it. “The rest of you, quit rubbernecking and go back to dinner. We’ll do the usual meeting afterwards. Shoo.”

The troupe dispersed, talking amongst themselves, and Ezra quickly closed the distance between himself and the trailer, striding inside and pulling the door shut behind him. Lady had already made herself at home at Johannes’s small table, drumming her fingers idly against a stack of papers. Johannes, for his part, stripped off his tailcoat and top hat, leaving them on a little hook on the back of the door before leaning up against the wall. He folded his arms over his chest, watching Lady with interest.

“So, what’s the proposition?” he asked, sensing that she wasn’t going to elaborate until he did.

“I’m so glad you asked,” Lady said, sweetly. “To make a very long story short, there’s a group that’s been causing trouble for a certain Hemisphere gang recently, and I have a bit of a personal stake in the matter.”

“How personal is personal?” Ezra asked, raising an eyebrow, beating Johannes to the question by half a second.

“Personal to the tune of ten thousand silver,” Lady elaborated. “A member of this troublesome group borrowed the money from the gang, who borrowed it from me. Now the leader of that gang is dead, and I’m no closer to getting my money back.”

Johannes frowned, not quite understanding where Lady was going with this line of thought. “So you want us to shake these people down for your ten thousand silver?”

“No, no, of course not. They just killed the leader of a Hemisphere gang. I want to make an example of them.” Lady smiled again, a ruthless, teeth-baring expression that looked out of place on a face like hers. “Now, I know your little troupe is on a tight schedule, and I won’t ask you to change that. I want you to deliver them to me at a rendezvous point towards the end of your usual route - I was thinking Massachusetts maybe, or Maine. I hear Maine is nice, this time of year.”

“How are we supposed to find them?” Ezra asked, looking just as bemused as Johannes felt.

“Oh, I know where they are,” Lady said, as though she’d just been waiting to be asked. “They’re staying at a convent in New Orleans, right now, and I imagine they’ll still be there when your troupe passes through town in a couple of weeks. They’ll be easy to pick out of a crowd. You’re looking for a man with three fingers on his left hand, a man recently shot in the leg, a short lady thief...and a priest. All you have to do is convince them to travel with you, and keep an eye on them along the way. I’m sure you could use a few extra pairs of hands around this place, anyway.”

Johannes glanced towards Ezra, exchanging a look with him and hoping they were on the same page. It didn’t seem like a hard favor, but it was still a big favor to be asked by Hemisphere, which probably meant Hemisphere had been throwing everything at this problem just to see what would stick. That was interesting in and of itself, but it also meant there was no guarantee the circus would succeed. Still, if they did succeed, maybe it would be worth their while.

“Do we get paid?” Johannes asked, sensing that perhaps Lady had omitted that particular detail on purpose.

“Of course,” Lady said. “I’m putting out bounties on the head of each member. Two thousand silver apiece for each of the four members. If you agree to the deal, I’ll give you one thousand now, and the rest at the time of delivery.”

Johannes and Ezra exchanged another look. The troupe pulled in decent money, especially with what they stole off their audience, but eight thousand silver wasn’t an amount of money they could turn their noses up at so easily.

“I think...we might take you up on that offer,” Johannes said slowly, as Ezra gave him a minute nod of approval.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Lady said, though she’d probably known all along what his answer was going to be. She produced a pen from an inside pocket of her jacket, scribbling on one of the papers stacked on the table - a budget chart for that month. Johannes winced. “I’ll leave you my office number and code so we can keep in contact, assuming you can access a phone. I’d like to hear from you in the event that anything changes, or you’re forced to kill one of the hostages -”

“With all due respect, I don’t think we’re going to be killing anyone,” Ezra said, blanching visibly at the idea.

“Well, you never know,” Lady said. She finished what she was writing with a flourish, tucking the pen back inside her jacket. “At any rate, feel free to contact me with any concerns or problems you may have, and we’ll get it sorted out. I trust you’ll keep all of this on a need to know basis, even among your own employees.”

“Right, sure. We can be discreet,” Johannes said, still leaning against the wall. “Is that everything?”

“Everything except your payment,” Lady agreed, unclipping a pack belted around her waist, and dropping it on the table. It was heavy with coins, and they jostled loudly as they hit the table, filling the small trailer with the sound of metal on metal.

“There you go. A thousand silver.” Lady stood, and made her way towards the door, looking expectantly at Ezra until he held it open for her.

“I expect we’ll talk soon,” she said, glancing back over her shoulder just before the door swung shut. A few moments later, Johannes heard the motorbike roar to life again, the noise briefly gaining in volume as it passed the trailer, then disappearing into the distance.

Johannes took a seat at the kitchen table, unzipping the pack Lady had left and spilling the coins out of it, beginning to sort them into groups of a hundred. Most of it would probably go into the budget for equipment and repairs, but some could go towards some kind of bonus for the troupe, maybe a nice dinner or a night on the town. And some would go towards his and Ezra’s wages, of course, since they were the only ones who knew about the deal.

“You could probably get yourself a new violin with all this,” Johannes said, glancing up as he shifted the coins into small piles.

“Try three new violins,” Ezra said, taking a seat across from him at the table. He looked more tired, suddenly, than he had before, like the weight of what Lady had said was pressing down on his shoulders. “You’re really okay with taking this deal?”

“Sure,” Johannes said, and shrugged. “All we have to do is take on four new troupe members, convince them to come up the coast with us, and hand them off to Hemisphere. How hard can it be?”

Ezra studied his face for a long moment, then frowned. “You’re not kidding.”

“Why would I be kidding?”

“Well, alright,” Ezra said, sighing and slumping back in his seat. “From your lips to God’s ears, then. How hard can it be?”

END OF BOOK 1

9.5 || Windfield Pass 1

#prairie song serial

[koi-dog-bot]

M!A: Godformers from 1 week up to the rest of the month!

While an old minicon goes about his day another creature comes out to play…

Audax, or as he’s more commonly known by “ANY OTHER NAME BUT AUDAX”, slinks his way into the mortal realm for some fun… and maybe some blessings… gifts…. whatever. Unimportant.

What is important is filling his daily “must do something interesting” quota. Boredom sucks. Avoiding boredom is the only thing that matters to him.

Maybe he’ll drive a mortal mad, maybe he’ll cause a sensation in the media to be born somewhere, or maybe hell just a magic a pig nose onto some poor soul who thought that today would be the day to annoy the king of annoying.

Either way… he’s going to enjoy his time here.

#godformers #godformers2k17 #((here he iiiiiissss)) #(( dunno how long ill play but if the getting is good ill keep trucking))

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10o character devolpment stuffs

Part 1: The Basics

(WITH MY OC ENDY WHO IS IN MY ICON)

1. What is your full name?

Edward Moreno Fisbach 2.Where and when were you born?

The end, Mincraftia on August 20th 3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Well i originaly thought my dad was Erebus Fisbach but i found out my father is really Erebus's brother Morpheus Fisbach.

My mom is Nyx Fisbach 4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Biologicaly wise i have my brother Nether and my sis....oh...right shes....more actualy my cousin now....uh...nonno i have my sister portia! im not letting some dumb thing get in my way of calling my sister my sister =3=

then considerd theres my big sibs, dank~! owo their so cool ;;w;;

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

um i basicly live with my boyfreind meme! its a nice medium sized house~! with a nice front yard too~!

and as for meme hes just...so wonderful. he helps me so much even when he has problems of his own....hes as sweet as the cookies he loves to eat~! 6. What is your occupation?

ummm general dragon king of the end 7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

ugh do i have to? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh ok okok

im 6ft 2 with messy black hair and tan skin. i have amethyst color eyes and black birthmarks on my skin. i have 2 purple dragons horns, wings and a tail. i usualy have black clawed hands but sometimes those are hard to work with bleh. um im an enderdragon. um i really just kinda wear anything and my weights kinda in the....200 300 range? im pretty chubby nowadays especialy with lkhslkdhf yeah 8. To which social class do you belong?

i guess.....im rich? i think? i dunno dude im a freakin dragon 9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

mmmmmmmmmm...i care too much pfft. and uh well physical weakness right now is im pregnant pfft 10. Are you right- or left-handed?

left handed 11. What does your voice sound like?

uhhhh kinda between tenor and base i guess i dunno 12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

oh dear and i love you 13. What do you have in your pockets?

ummmm my 3ds....my wallet...uhhh....mmm my truck keys. OO! A COOKIE! 14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

umm i have a habit of saying umm alot obviously and i stutter when im nervous and ill also play with my tail when im nervous.

i also sometimes need to chew on a block of wood

Part 2: Growing Up

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?

shitty

16. What is your earliest memory?

seeing my moms eyes

17. How much schooling have you had?

LMAO 18. Did you enjoy school?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHA 19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

my mom and my "dad" or shitface mcgee as everyone calls him

20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

my mom 21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

nether and i....we kinda had a rocky relationship... 22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

free

23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?

i liked looking for gems. when i could sneak away it was so fun~! 24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

reckless. courageous. caring. 25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

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26. When and with whom was your first kiss?

................................................... 27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

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28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

dude i was just born this way

Part 3: Past Influences

29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

finaly kicking erebus ass 30. Who has had the most influence on you?

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31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

beating erebus

32. What is your greatest regret?

.............(tears up) 33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

(sobbing) 34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

(more crying) 35. When was the time you were the most frightened?

.....................st op...... 36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

(sniffles) um......i ripped my pants once. 37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

(crys more) 38. What is your best memory?

(still crying) 39. What is your worst memory?

(full on bawling)

Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions-----AFTER 40 MINUTES---

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

(wipes face) uhhh i try to be optimistic.... 41. What is your greatest fear?

being alone. 42. What are your religious views?

nothing really. 43. What are your political views?

umm dont really care all i know is that trump guy is bad news and i wanna eat him. 44. What are your views on sex?

(face turns bright purple) uHHHH I-ITS O-OK I G-GUESS LKHLKDHG 45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont like it unless someoen deserves it 46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

.......kill a child..... 47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

y-yeah! actualy i do. 48. What do you believe makes a successful life?

ummmmm i dont know haha 49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

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what no that stuffs stupid.

51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

kill a child. becuase ive already done enough damage.

52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

meme and everyone else i love. if i had to give my life up for them id do it.

Part 5: Relationships With Others

53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

i try to be nice to everyone. 54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

uhhh thats meme. well and my kids of course! 55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

uh thats a tie between my mom and my big sibs and my other dad sky! my mom well pfttt is my mom and dad well hes just so smart. but my big sibs. well their just so great! their so supportive and theyve been through so much! their so caring their just always there. their just (tears up)...god their so cool.

56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

oh! ah my freinds are nonny, brynjar, miss loca, uhh dylan...jack....and alot of others! 57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

ah meme. hehe. hes so sweet and supportive and even if hes done something bad he tries his best to make up for it and he tries to learn from his mistake. hes so great. (smiles happily and closes eyes) hes my rainbow watermelon. and ill do anything to help him and keep him safe.

also his chub and eyes are just the best and they make me squeal becuase holy shit

58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

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59. What do you look for in a potential lover?

i dont wanna answer this.

60. How close are you to your family?

pretty close! 61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

yeah i have 5 kids! one on the way! (rests hand on stomach) about 2 and a half months along. 2 of them are all grown up. aaron and asher. um...then theres kira and nile...their.....currently missing......but um then theres haku! hes techincaly 5. he um was born unsualy so really hes actualy only like 6 months old its a really long story. and then there kiddo number 6... their names going to be dakota. i cant wait to meet them

62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

mom or my big sibs. or nether. or meme. really anyone i care about. my other dad sky, definietly. hes so spportive!

63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

nether meme and my big sibs honestly. lord have mercy on anyone who goes up against those 3 64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

alot of people i guess.

65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA erebus my uncle 66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

avoid

67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

im a king i have to 68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

not exactly cuz my anxiety acts up but i have to do it anyway 69. Do you care what others think of you?

yes and no its complicated

Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

POKEMON B O I 71. What is your most treasured possession?

a purple seashell and a plushie off myself that meme made me 72. What is your favorite color?

B O I 73. What is your favorite food?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm bacon

74. What, if anything, do you like to read?

ye! i like to read all sorts of things 75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

POK E M O N 76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

i did smoke but i had to quit . and why did i do it? it helped with my anixiety 77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

watchin gyoutube 78. What makes you laugh?

funny cat videos 79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

mm racist and homophobic transphobics assholes 80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

pokemon how man times do i have to say it? that or anime 81. How do you deal with streSS?

i dont pfft 82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

No idea. 83. What are your pet peeves?

i dont know???

Part 7: Self Images And Etc.

84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

mm wake up eat watch meme play games nap wake up eat snuggle with meme play video games the sleep and disrupted i dont care

85. What is your greatest strength as a person?

hardheadnes i guess 86. What is your greatest weakness?

alot of things 87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

everything 88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

dont know

89. Are you generally organized or messy?

messy im a damn dragon cmon.

90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

good

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taking care of kids, giving snuggles and cooking.

bad

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you dont need to know pffttt

91. Do you like yourself?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHHHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAH no 92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

wut

93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

i dont know.

94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

proably living with meme and our child 95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?

drowning.

96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

ummmm the first thing i'd do is hard to explain but the second is say all my good byes. and uhh....i dont wanna say the last one.

97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

that i was nice

98. What three words best describe your personality?

loving

depressed

paranoid

99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?

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endy plz calm it ok dude