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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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Anemoia (Over the Garden Wall x fem! reader) Pt. 9

Author's note: So it's been a long year for me, dudes.

My mom beat cancer (Woo!), I started going to a fancy art high school (It's actually pretty normal), I re-learned clarinet, I came out as trans-

Oh. Um. That one is...actually rather important. I've said it in my other non-completed books, but I'm...a boy now! I'm a boy who doesn't actually romantically like boys!

But in my mind, telling a good story is more important than relating as an author, so...I'm updating to say that I'm gonna fix book two. I was unsure last time I updated it, but now I can confidently say that it needs help, and I need passion....which I now have. I've deleted the previous ending to this story, and the entirety of 'Fleeting Austice' will be removed from my masterlist. (but I'll leave it on my profile as a momento.)

So here goes it, guys. I know not many of you still keep up with this journey, but hey, if you read this...it'd be rad if you stuck along with me :)

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I trudged forward. Snow had been burning my nose off for hours now, and we hadn’t even found civilization, much less Greg. Was our quest as useless as finding a needle in a haystack? One boy in a giant wood…I wished we were back and Erin and Eli’s, locating Greg would be so much easier with her witchy powers. But I left the birches long ago, and had no clue how to get back.

Wirt and I hadn’t really spoken since I promised we’d find his brother, as neither of us could muster the energy to do anything but continue onward. But we held hands to remind ourselves that we weren’t alone. At least we had each other on this wretched, perilous journey. (Speaking of Wirt, hanging around him is starting to make me think in fancy words. Ugh.)

“AhhHH!” Wirt suddenly screamed, jumping back.

“AHH!” Something I can’t quite see screamed back. A tiny silhouette flew towards us, about to crash into Wirt!

“Beatrice!” I grinned, scooping up the little bird.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), Wirt, I’m so glad I found you guys!”

“Beatrice? Wha-What’re you doing out here in the blizzard?” Wirt asked.

“I saw Greg!” she exclaimed.

“What?!”

“Where?!” Wirt and I stumbled over each other’s responses excitedly.

“I saw Greg. He was w-with someone. This way!” She began to fly, but paused. “Or wait. Um…”

“Beatrice, you should go home.” Wirt murmured.

“I can't -- not yet. Not until Greg is safe.” She answered.

“Okay.” Wirt nodded.

“Guys, we should hurry.” I frowned. The sun was sinking far too fast…

“I- I think it was that way.” Beatrice decided, flying over to perch on my shoulder.

“Thank you, Beatrice.”

*******

“Greg? Greg!” Wirt yelled, surging ahead of the group. I chased after him, trying to see what sparked his interest.

“(Y/N), Beatrice!” He said between pants. “L-look.” He pointed to the ground. “ A light.”

A lit lantern sat there on the ground. I looked a bit closer. Huh. Come to think of it, that lantern is my symbol on the Bill Cipher prophecy.

“A lantern. I-it looks like the woodsman’s.” He added, picking it up. Oh yeah, that too.

The light revealed a clearing full of fallen trees and black oil.

“Woah.” I whispered. “What happened here?”

I froze as my eyes fell on a figure in the middle of the clearing. Wirt ran to it, gasping.

“Greg! Greg! Are you…” He panicked, eyes wide as he ran to his brother.

We found Greg.

I walked up to the little guy, frozen with horror.

“Wirt?” he whispered.

“Oh, Greg!” Wirt’s voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

“Wirt, I did it. I beat the beast.” Greg coughed. A few leaves fluttered out of his mouth.

“Aw, geez, the leaves are even growing inside of him.” Beatrice said softly.

“No. I was just eating leaves.” Greg paused. “I'm sorry, Wirt.

“No, no, Greg.” Wirt sobbed, wiping his eyes. “It's my fault we ended up here. Everything's been my fault. I-I should have been more-” He cried harder, gipping the handle of the lantern. Beatrice and I sat beside him, wishing there was something we could do.

“No, I mean my rock facts rock.” Greg corrected.

“What?” Wirt paused.

“I-I stole it, Wirt. I stole it from Mrs. Daniel's garden. I'm a stealer.” He waved the rock, and spoke in a deeper voice. “And that's a ro-ock fact.” I blinked back tears. It was such a Greg thing to say…

“Oh, Greg, that doesn't matter.” I said, smiling bittersweetly.

“It does matter.” he coughed. “You have to return it for me, okay?” No…

“No, you can give it to her yourself. Come on, we got to get Jason Funderberker home, right?” Wirt said hopefully, lifting up the frog.

“Jason Funderberker…the perfect...frog name.” Greg whispered.

“Greg? Greg?!” Wirt panicked.

“Let's get him out of this!” I exclaimed, pulling at the edlewood.

“Yeah. Yeah!” he nodded, joining me. “Come on!” he grunted, yanking at the wood.

“It's gonna be fine, Wirt.” Beatrice assured him. I nodded in agreement.

We ripped and pulled at the edelwood, breaking off pieces of wood, trying to save the poor kid from it’s grasp.

My heart ran cold though as a voice spoke from the forest.

“Give me my lantern.”

I spun around. The beast.

“Your lantern?” Beatrice paused.

“No way. We need this thing.” I said, more confidently than I felt.

“Yeah, I'm keeping this. I have to get Greg home.” Wirt declared, tightening his grip on the lantern’s handle.

“Your brother is too weak to go home.” it snarled. “He will soon become part of my forest.”

“I won't let that happen!” yelled Wirt, with a confidence I had never seen in him before.

“Well, then, perhaps we better make a deal.” the creature suggested, in that tone I had grown to recognize as a trap.

“Deal?” Apparently Wirt doesn’t see it as a glaring red flag.

“Ohh no…” whispered Beatrice.

“Wirt…” I muttered, but it came out too quiet for him to hear.

“I can put his spirit in the lantern. As long as the flame stays lit, he will live on inside. Take on the task of lantern bearer...or watch your brother perish. Come here.”

No, no, no, nononono….

Wirt sighed. “Okay.”

Beatrice gasped.

My breath hitched. “ Wirt, no. No, no, no, no….”

He stopped. “Wait. that's dumb.”

“What?”

“That's dumb. I'm not just gonna just wander around in the woods for the rest of my life.”

YES! WIRT! I grinned. Wirt, I’m so, so proud of you right now.

“I'm trying to help you.” the beast lied.

“You're not trying to help me. You just have some weird obsession with keeping this lantern lit.”

Souls in lanterns….huh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say…

I nodded. “Yeah, it's almost like your soul is in this lantern.”

It growled, moving towards us. “Are you ready to see true darkness?”

Wirt panicked for a moment. I stared at him, wide eyed…and instinctively, I stuck out my hand. He took it, meeting my eyes for a second. I nodded. I trust you. He squeezed my hand and turned to glare right back at the beast, moving the lantern to his face. “ARe you? Ahem.” his voice cracked. “Are you?” he said in a stronger tone. He unlatched the lantern cover, and prepared to blow it out. YES!

“Don't! Don't!” it screamed. The world went dark around us, as the woods were engulfed in it’s screaming. My ears rang, and I resisted the urge to shiver. It only lasted a few seconds, but those seconds felt like an eternity.

Wirt scoffed, and closed the lantern. “Woodsman, I've got my own problems to take care of. This one's yours. My brother, my best friend, and I are going home.” he squeezed my hand again, smiling softly.

I grinned, hugging him. “I am so proud of you, you genius, brave little dork!”

He chuckled, pulling Greg up onto his back. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Wirt, (Y/N)...” Beatrice sighed, landing on my finger.

I pulled her close, impulsively. “Come with us, Beatrice. We love you, too.”

“Aw (Y/N)...I’d love to, but I’ve got to go home, too. Y’know, admit to my family it's my fault they're bluebirds…”

Wirt coughed.

“What?” she said, tilting her head.

“Oh, y’know..just the scissors that'll make your family human again.” Wirt smirked, pulling a pair of stork shaped embroidery scissors out of his pocket.

“You had them all along!?” Beatrice squeaked.

“We-we used them to escape Adelaide, and then--then…yeah, I-I was sort of mad at you.”

“Oh, you wonderful mistake of nature!” Beatrice exclaimed, laughing.

I paused. I swear, I hear something in the distance… “Hey guys..listen. Do you hear that?”

“..you'll never see your daughter again, woodsman. Are you really ready to go back

to that empty house? No! Woodsman!”

There was a sharp blowing sound, and a clatter as the lantern hit the ground.

“He won.” I beamed. “You guys…the beast is gone.”

And sure enough, the forest did feel lighter.

*******

The aftermath was messy, but we survived. Apparently my theory was right, as it turned out we had fallen into a creek and were drowning.

I thought it must have been a dream…the whole thing, the unknown, and for a moment I felt like the most lonely person on the planet.

But my striped dress was there, hanging on the door when I woke up in a hospital bed. I remember turning to Wirt, and realizing that he wasn’t a stranger, no…he was my real friend. I had thrown my arms around him, whispering, “Wirt, it was real. Wirt, you’re my best friend! Gods, it was real!”

He had gasped. “You mean…you mean it wasn’t just me?! You’re…us..our friendship…it was real?!”

“Yes! Wirt…Yes!”

“Yes!”

And the two of us had sat there, laughing and grinning and hugging, because we hadn’t imagined it! We really had each other!

And Greg joined us, singing about beating the beast, about how his brother was a ‘real-live superhero’.

As we left the hospital, I looked around Nowere and its rainbow of Autumn colors…well, I still miss Gravity Falls, but home is where you make it, right? And if the people I love are in Nowere, then maybe…maybe I feel at home here, too.

*******

But it wasn’t to last, the peace and joy that we were all happy with. The first sign that something was still wrong was when Wirt found himself nervous around trees. Next was when we found a gravestone marked ‘Beatrice’. And the nail in the miserable coffin was an early holiday surprise from my family…

“We’re moving back to Oregon!”

“What?!” I looked up from my dinner as Mom swung the door open. She grinned manically, waving some envelope in the air.

“What- what’s going on?! What does that mean?! I don’t want to!” I panicked, standing up.

It was a week after Halloween, and my parents had freaked out about the incident in the Lost Creek. Mom had begun working tirelessly on something, and I guess the news was meant to make me feel good, but…

“I wanna stay here, Mom…” I said weakly, stepping towards her.

“What?” She faltered. “But…(Y/N)...I thought you hated it here? I…well, almost losing you made me realize that I want you happy….we’ve already made the flight arrangements, and I… I wanted to surprise you…”

I sighed softly. “But…I can’t live like this, just moving from one place to the next, Ma. We’ve been here for what, three months? I…I need to stay here, I can’t just up and leave Wirt-”

“Tch. Wirt? That boy who drowned with you? What’s so special about him?”

“A lot.” I scowled. “He’s my best friend.”

“You said that about Dipper too, (Y/N). Wouldn’t you rather see Dipper again than some kid you just met?” Mom pleaded.

I shook my head, sighing. “It’d…It’d be nice to see him again, but…well, he’s in Piedmont! And well…well. There’s no way out of this, I take it?”

Mom shook her head, eyes wide. “I’ve made the arrangements and took a position that’s Oregon based already…and well….we all missed it too…” She murmured.

I sighed again, swinging the backdoor open. “Well…great. Fantastic. Thanks Mom. I’m gonna go outside now. For no particular reason.”

I stepped outside and screamed. Mom stared at me through the door, and I gave her a thumbs up, smiling fakely.

She shook her head, waking out of my line of sight.

I sighed softly as she left, rainwater dripping down my face as the cold of November finally set in.

What was I gonna do…

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ceruleansoul-blog · 7 years

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All That is Lost | Over the Garden Wall AU Fanfiction - Chapter Two

This is the second chapter. If you haven’t read the first chapter, you can read it here.

*WARNING* This story contains spoilers for the ending of the show Over the Garden Wall. Please proceed with caution.

In a different turn of events, Wirt, desperate to save his younger brother Greg, decides to take the beast’s deal. However, the beast’s intentions were far more treacherous than he had expected. Rather than Greg’s spirit being placed into the lantern, the spirit of the beast is placed inside - Wirt’s spirit. With the role of the beast now given to Wirt, the identity of the previous beast is revealed. Now, with his brother taken over by the beast, Greg, with the help Beatrice and a few others, must find a way to bring Wirt back - or accept his terrible fate.

The sound of a door creaking open snapped the woodsman out of what had felt like a trance. He looked up to see his daughter's silhouette in the doorway, holding a candle near her gentle face. They sat in silence for while, both unsure of what to say.

The woodsman stood, embracing his daughter. Never once did he imagine he would ever be able to hold her in his arms again.

Anna trembled as she hugged him. "Papa, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It's all my fault . . . "

The woodsman put his hands on her shoulders. "Calm down, it's okay. Here, sit down."

Anna sat delicately on the bench behind her, looking so skinny and fragile that she could break any second, so pale that her skin appeared the glow against the harsh moonlight. She looked so different than he remembered, so much more sickly.

"Tell me what happened," the woodsman said calmly as he sat next to her.

Anna hesitated for a second, thinking of where to begin. "It started back when Mama had been getting sick, not long after her miscarriage. I could see her losing hope, becoming more and more lost with each day that passed without the new life she had been waiting so long to meet. I could also see something else, something far more worse. In the shadows at night, I could see something lurking outside, watching her, with large, glowing eyes and branches sprouting from its head. I thought I was going mad, until the day Mama went missing. When we both went out into the cold winter night to search for her, I eventually found her wrapped in a cage of edelwood branches, clinging to life. As I tried to get her out of them, that's when it appeared, that monster - the beast. It told me I could save her, that all I would have to do was put her soul in a lantern and keep it lit with the edelwood branches. I was desperate, I knew I would have to make a choice fast. Mama was looking worse and worse by the second. So, I took the deal. The next thing I knew, my soul was being torn from my body and locked away in the lantern. I was still in my body, but my body no longer belonged to me - it was the beast's, and I was nothing more than his prisoner. I messed up, and mom paid the price for it." She paused, wiping her eyes. "The longer I was the beast, the more I could feel myself fading away. I was losing who I was. When Wirt was desperate to save his brother, the only thing I knew was that I needed to escape, to stop being prisoner. I couldn't think clearly. I never thought . . . that I would be condemning him to the same fate."

The woodsman put his hand on your shoulder. "There's nothing more that can be done. You didn't intend for this to happen."

"But . . . it's still my fault that it did. I can't leave him to this fate."

"Don't blame yourself, Anna. It wasn't you who did this, it was that vile beast. Is there anything more we can do to prevent it?"

She sighed. "I . . . don't know. The only way I can think to save the boy would be to condemn somebody else to the same fate. There's no way we could do that to somebody."

They sat in silence as the horrible truth sank in. There wasn't any more they could do for the boy. They stared off as they wondered what they would say to the young boy, still sound asleep.

Beatrice's mother groggily cracked an eye open, believing she was still in a dream when she saw her daughter's form in front of her. She could recognize her children with ease, bluebird or not. Her voice caught in her throat when she tried to speak her name.

Beatrice turned around, her face shadowed from the faint light outside. Her mother couldn't tell completely, but it looked like she had been crying. "Hi, mom."

Her mother smiled, trying to hold back tears and failing. "Oh, my baby. You're home."

Beatrice hopped to her mother, nuzzling her head under her's. "I'm so sorry. I can explain everything."

"It's okay, honey. I'm just happy you came home safely."

Beatrice hesitated for a second. "I - I can't stay."

"What?" Her mother pulled back to look at her.

"I'm sorry. I have friends who need my help. I can't turn my back on them like this."

Her mother gave a calm smile. "I understand. Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

Beatrice nodded. "Oh, before I go . . . " She turned, grabbing the scissors in her beak and setting them before her mother.

"What are these?"

"Oh," Beatrice had almost forgotten. "They'll change us back."

A few moments later, her life was changed back to normal with just a few clips of the scissors. It was almost impossible to believe it was real.

Leaving them a second time was one of the hardest things she had to do. She hugged them all, watching them from over her shoulder as she parted for the woodsman's cabin. She almost crumbled, almost went back to them, but then she saw Wirt in the back of her mind. She couldn't leave him to live like this. It wasn't right for a friend to do. She picked up her pace, wrapping her thin shawl around her in a desperate attempt for warmth.

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Anna and her father hushed their conversation as they heard the sound of rustling. They looked to see a sickly little boy standing in the doorway, looking confused as rubbed his eye from sleep.

"You're awake!" Anna said, a bit too relieved. "How are you feeling?"

"Uhm . . . " he glanced around. "Really confused."

"You definitely have reason to be," the woodsman told him. "You missed quite a lot."

Greg stepped outside. "Where's Wirt at?"

They both looked down grimly. "Let's get inside. It's too cold out here, you might get sicker. We'll explain in there."

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ceruleansoul-blog · 7 years

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All That is Lost | Over the Garden Wall AU Fanfiction - Chapter One

*WARNING* This story contains spoilers for the ending of the show Over the Garden Wall. Please proceed with caution.

In a different turn of events, Wirt, desperate to save his younger brother Greg, decides to take the beast's deal. However, the beast's intentions were far more treacherous than he had expected. Rather than Greg's spirit being placed into the lantern, the spirit of the beast is placed inside - Wirt's spirit. With the role of the beast now given to Wirt, the identity of the previous beast is revealed. Now, with his brother taken over by the beast, Greg, with the help Beatrice and a few others, must find a way to bring Wirt back - or accept his terrible fate.

"Give me the lantern," the beast growled, reaching outwards.

"No way," the small bluebird, Beatrice, retorted, "We need this thing."

"Yeah, I'm keeping this," Wirt agreed. "I have to get Greg home."

"Your brother is too weak to go home. He will soon become part of my forest."

"I won't let that happen."

"Well then," the beast considered, "Perhaps we better make a deal."

"A deal?"

"I can put his spirit in the lantern," it told him. "As long as the flame stays lit, he can live on inside. Take on the task of lantern bearer, or watch your brother perish."

Wirt hesitated, the woods around them silent.

"Come here," the beast commanded.

Wirt sighed. "Okay." He stepped forward.

Beatrice gasped. "Wirt!"

Walking towards the large black figure, it's white eyes burning into him, Wirt began to think twice about his choice, but before he could say anything, the beast reached out and grabbed the lantern. Wirt choked as his soul was pulled out of him. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't even breathe. He fell to his knees, then everything went black as his body was taken over.

"Wirt!" Beatrice shouted as she flew to him.

"No, stop!" The woodsman shouted. "That is no longer your friend."

They all turned to him, filling with dread as his body was taken over by shadows. Large, antler-like branches grew from his head, some breaking through his hat.

"Oh no, Wirt . . . " Beatrice whispered, feeling her eyes begin to well with tears.

Suddenly, the woods became pitch black as the lantern became dark. They all held their breaths in anticipation, but the lantern's light returned, the place where Wirt had been lying now empty.

"Wait, what is that?" Beatrice asked, seeing a figure on the ground. The woodsman gasped, running to the figure.

"A-Anna," he stuttered, his body rigid with disbelief.

Beatrice turned as she heard Greg moan, and flew to one of the branches encasing him. "Woodsman, we need to get them out of here."

He nodded, coming to her aid, and together they pulled the branches away from him until they were able to pull him free.

"I can carry them to shelter. My home is right this way. You light the way with the lantern," the woodsman instructed.

"Okay." Beatrice lifted the lantern with her feet, lighting the woodsman's path as he carried Greg against his chest with his arm, his daughter's arms slung over his shoulders as he secured her with the other hand. Beatrice stared down at the lantern, wondering if Wirt's spirit was really trapped inside now. The entire situation was still hard for her to believe.

The woodsman managed to struggle the door open and stumbled inside, followed closely by Beatrice. He lied Greg down in his bed, then vanished to another room. Beatrice sat the lantern on the dusty nightstand and perched herself on the headboard of the bed, peering down at Greg. He looked so fragile; like if you moved him the slightest bit he might just crumble away, out of existence. It wasn't as if Greg had ever been the strongest person anyway - he was a young child, after all - but something about seeing him this way made Beatrice feel just as broken deep down inside her being. It didn't help her feel any better that they were currently sitting in the illumination of the lantern. The glow was more ominous than comforting.

The woodsman made his way into the room, still seeming a bit in disbelief. He looked down at Greg sadly. "This poor boy has very sad news waiting for him when he wakes."

Beatrice lowered her head. "Uhm . . . you said the girl's name is Anna?" She asked, wishing to change the subject.

He nodded. "She's my daughter. She went missing a long time ago." He didn't elaborate any further. He didn't have to. Beatrice didn't feel it was her business to know. "So, what are your plans now?"

"I'll probably be heading home. I've got a family waiting for me and a long overdue explanation for them. I'll be back to say goodbye to Greg, but . . . I've been away long enough."

"Well, I can assure you the boy will be in good hands. And the other boy . . . well, we will do what we can"

Beatrice nodded. "Thank you."

She flew to the window, perching on a sill damaged from rain from the window being left open. Giving one last glance at Greg, she set off into the night.

The air had a chill to it that she couldn't quite explain. It wasn't just the cold air that made her shiver, it was also a sudden loneliness, the lingering onset of sadness she knew would come when she fully came to terms with what had happened to her friends - and a nagging feeling that she was being watched.

Seeing her family again had an odd sense of normality to it. It didn't feel like it had really been as long as it was. If she put a bit of thought into it, she could almost convince herself that she had just seen them yesterday. For her family, though, it was going to be much harder. Finding a way to explain that she accidentally turned them all to birds and had to leave to find a way to turn them back wasn't something you could just blow off.

It was so dark in their little hole that it was almost impossible to tell where one bluebird ended and another began in their little pile they slept in. She didn't want to disturb their sleep, so she curled up as close to them as she dared, deciding she would deal with the issue at hand when she woke. She didn't realize how tired she really was until she began to feel her eyes droop.

She woke in a daze in the middle of the night, unsure if she heard a noise or not. She glanced over and squinted into the darkness to see the glint of a familiar color. Her heart fluttered as she moved to get a closer look. Sure enough, her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. It was the golden scissors, the one thing that could change her family back to normal. Beatrice looked up in total disbelief, just in time to see a familiar silhouette in the distance.

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