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Take Me to Church Chapter 21: Flash

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Car Accidents Angst Hurt/Comfort Drugs/Alcohol Implied/Referenced Suicide SuicideHealing Everything Hurts

Summary: The band is back together, but things are… weird to say the least. But when a crisis arises, can they pull it all together and be a family again?

Link to other Chapters on my Blog!

Unfortunately, the peace from dinner didn’t continue over to the next day. The morning started off well, Murdoc woke up beside a sleeping 2D and proceeded to wake him up with an amazing blowjob. The singer was in a great mood after that and so was Murdoc. They took a shower together and ate leftover spaghetti for breakfast. By the time they were finished, Russel had joined them at the table, making himself a much more conventional breakfast of toast and eggs.

“So, are you two comin’ with me to the hospital?” he asked. The question was casual, but Murdoc didn’t miss the way the drummer's eyes flicked to him briefly. It took the majority of his self-control not to snap defensively.

“Actually,” 2D piped up, “I think me and Muds are gonna stay here.”

“2D…” Murdoc sighed, leaning his chin on his fist. The singer frowned.

“We talked about this Murdoc…”

“I told you I don’t need a nanny!” the bassist growled. The sight of the other flinching back brought up bad memories, and Murdoc took a deep, calming breath. “D, you should go with Russel. I’ll be fine here.”

2D was fidgeting with his hands nervously, glancing between him and Russel. “I-I don’t know Muds…”

Luckily, Russel, ever the sane one, had an idea. “What if Murdoc checked in with us, while we’re out D? D’you think you could do that Muds?”

Murdoc rolled his eyes. “Fine I’ll send you a text, alrigh’?” 2D thought about it, chewing on his bottom lip. Murdoc wondered if the singer knew how much that turned him on.

“I guess, jus’ promise that you will call OK?” Not one for PDA--even if it was only in front of Russel--Murdoc put a hand on Stu’s shoulder and squeezed.

“I promise, D.” The other leaned into the touch slightly before straightening back up. Russel watched the two with a bemused look on his face, which Murdoc tried to ignore. He felt like he was under a microscope, every action scrutinized.

“We should get goin’ then, D,” Russel said, picking up his plate and taking it to the sink. “Should probably do some grocery shoppin’ too, while we’re out.”

“OK Russ,” the singer said slowly, giving Murdoc one last glance. Russel seemed to sense the tension between them and stepped out of the room to get ready. Not for the first time, Murdoc was grateful the drummer was so in-tune with their dynamic.

“It’ll be fine, Stu,” Murdoc said, getting up and wrapping his arms around the singer from behind. 2D sagged in his hold, resting his head against Murdoc’s shoulder and turning to kiss his cheek.

“I-I know, I t-trust you. It’s hard, with Noodle sick an you…”

“I know,” Murdoc interrupted. He didn’t want to hear the younger say it, didn’t want to face it right now. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, alrigh'?”

2D sniffled, getting up to hug the Satanist properly. “OK. I love you, Muds.”

Murdoc felt himself begin to blush, those three little words filling him up with so many conflicting, but mostly pleasant, emotions. “I uh--”

“S’ok, you don’t have to say it righ’ now.” What had he done to deserve such an understanding, perfect partner? The familiar feeling of guilt and inadequacy began to rise up inside him, but he managed to push it down, reminding himself that he was trying to be better this time.

“Thank you, D.”

At that point, Russel came back and reminded 2D that they needed to go. Murdoc let Stuart go, giving him a smile and a gentle push towards the door. “Go on, Bluebird. I’ll be here when you get back.” 2D nodded, his expression determined. Satan, Murdoc though, he was so adorable.

When the drummer and singer finally left, Murdoc realized he had no idea what he was going to do for the entire day. He hadn’t been alone in the house for ages, what did he even do on his own before the whole Noodle debacle? Drink and smoke, drug himself into oblivion? But he couldn’t do any of that now, not to the extent he would have liked. He was making an effort to be better.

In the end, he decided it’d be worthwhile to go up to his room and work on some music as a distraction from the silence of the house. He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge--he knew he couldn’t quit drinking cold-turkey--and headed upstairs. On the way up he saw Katsu, sunbathing on the landing. He stopped to give the cat a quick scratch behind the ears before making the rest of the trek.

Though he and 2D had cleaned his room up, it was still a monument to his degrading mental state. There were still bottles under the bed, and loose pills on the bedside table. Just the sight of the drugs made his mouth water and his brain tingle. Maybe his room wasn’t the bastion of safety he thought it might be.

His bass, the only thing he bothered to keep clean, was sitting in its stand, shining as brightly as the day he got it. Deciding that his room held too much temptation, Murdoc grabbed the instrument and turned back around. Where could he go to relax where he wouldn’t be surrounded by temptation? 2D’s room was out of the question; it was arguably full of more drugs than his own, and he didn’t feel comfortable invading Russel’s space like that. That left the living room or Noodle’s room... and he really didn’t want to drag an amp down all those stairs.

With hesitant steps, Murdoc found himself in front of his guitarist's door. It’s just a room, he told himself, there’s no reason to get worked up over it. As he was psyching himself up, Katsu walked up behind him, sauntering through the doorway without a care in the world. Murdoc watched blankly, before huffing out a quiet laugh.

“Bloody cat,” he mumbled, following it into the room. No one had been in there for long since the night Murdoc overdosed, and the room was just as Noodle had left it. Unfortunately, Noodle had taken after Murdoc and 2D when it came to cleaning, though she did at least, throw out her garbage. But Murdoc tried not to think about that; he was determined that today would be fine. So he placed his beer on the bed and dragged an amp close enough to plug his bass in, beginning with a warm-up. Katsu curled up beside him, more than used to the thumping bass lines filling the house.

He played through all their hits as a warmup, the deep bass tones resonating through his entire being. The vibrations calmed him more than the beer did, and he soon found himself noodling around with random notes, looking for bass lines that would work on their new album. He thought about the song 2D had been working on and tried to find something to match. It was pointless though without the singer around to let him know if he was on the right track or not. Eventually, he got bored of playing and tossed El Diablo to the side, flopping down on his back on Noodle’s bed.

Satan, what did people do with all their free time? Checking his phone he saw only two hours had passed, and that 2D had sent him a couple texts. They were mostly harmless, the younger wanted to know what he was up to, and one was a picture of Stu in an elevator, giving a peace sign. Murdoc saved the picture to his phone and sent a selfie in response. The entire exchange felt incredibly, wonderfully domestic.

Noodle’s bed was warm, soft, and clean. Murdoc fumbled around in the sheets for his beer and he cracked the last one open, paying special care not to spill any. He had a light buzz going and felt surprisingly calm surrounded by his youngest bandmates possessions. Noodle had a good eye for decorating, and the bassist had always been a little jealous of how amazing her room looked. He wondered if she’d be upset if she knew he was hanging out in here and drinking without her, but decided it didn’t really matter. It would be just one of many things he had to apologize for when he saw her again.

That was a big reason why he didn’t want to go with the others today. Murdoc knew that he’d fucked up, even if everyone forgave him. It was because of his temper this entire thing had happened. He wanted to be better, but he didn’t know how. The fear that if he went to go see Noodle again so soon he’d freeze up was so strong that even safe at home it made his stomach clench.

Katsu interrupted his growing anxiety attack by butting her head against Murdoc’s hand. The bassist gave her a few scratches, listening to her purr. He understood why Noodle liked sleeping with the cat now, it’s presence was comforting.

“Where should I even start?” he asked. The cat meowed and lay back down. He’d promised to go see a psychiatrist with 2D, but how did he find one? Would they put him on medication? Murdoc shuddered at the memory of prison in Mexico, where he’d been held in the psych ward for weeks and drugged out of his noggin. And not in the good way. Did he need to be medicated? What if they saw a doctor and they told him there was nothing they could do for him. What if--

Suddenly, Murdoc’s phone chimed, alerting him to a new text. He grabbed the phone, fumbling through the pattern lock. When had his hands gotten so shaky, and his vision so blurry? The message was from 2D, commenting on the photo Murdoc had sent.

“R u in Noodle’s rm?”

“Needed an amp” he replied. Should he tell 2D what he was feeling? That’d only make him rush back, and Murdoc really didn’t want to ruin another one of his trips to see Noodle.

“O, did u find 1?”

“Yeah. Played a bit but it’s not the same without you here”

“Ill b home soon M”

“I know D, take your time”

It was fine, he didn’t need to tell the singer every time he got a little worked up. Murdoc was a grown man for Satan’s sake, he could handle a little bit of anxiety. His phone pinged again

“Do u want 2 c a pic of Noods?”

Murdoc typed, then retyped his message no less than three times. He settled on “OK.”

The picture was grainy and a little blurry. 2D had an older model phone he refused to give up and it really showed. In the picture the singer was in front of the camera, leaning down to Noodle’s bedside. She was smiling, a little lopsided, but it was still her stunning smile. Murdoc could remember seeing that smile for the first time after she’d finished that wicked solo on top of her FedEx box. Her bruising had faded significantly, though she still looked pale and weak. If he squinted, Murdoc could kid himself into thinking they weren't in a hospital at all.

“She looks better”

“She says hi.”

“Tell her I say hi back”

Was he supposed to feel happy, or sad? Murdoc wished he could be happy that Noodle was getting better, but all he felt was sadness and guilt. She was so sick, and would be for a long time. He knew what happened with Stu was a fluke, most people with traumatic brain injuries had lifelong disabilities. She might never walk or talk again. She might not have the dexterity left in her fingers to play guitar anymore. He couldn’t live with himself if he’d been the cause of that.

“OK, that’s enough,” he grumbled, nudging Katsu aside and getting to his feet. It only took a few minutes to clean up his cans and gather his bass. Staying in there had been nice at first, but the fragile courage he’d had was wearing thin and the coward below was shining through. He couldn’t stay here, surrounded by her for a second longer. When he closed the door--just as Katsu trotted out behind him--he sighed with relief.

Murdoc knew he needed more alcohol if he was going to have to deal with feeling like this. 2D would understand, he hadn’t promised to stay sober, after all. That didn’t sound quite right, but his need for some sort of release from the pounding in his chest was stronger than logic. Dropping the bass off in his room, he made a beeline for the kitchen.

Saddled with a bottle of something stronger than beer, he idled in the hall back to the stairs. He’d only wasted 4 hours. He should have asked 2D when he and Russel were coming back and it’d been too much of a hassle to text the younger now. If he did it’d only worry Stu, not to mention it’d sound like he was being clingy. Oh well, he was sure he could find something to occupy himself with for a few more hours.

Russel made sure that after their visit with Noodle they went to the grocery store. According to him, they couldn’t keep ordering takeout every day and the spaghetti had used up the last of the food in the fridge. 2D never saw the harm in ordering takeout, but Russel insisted. He still felt a little guilty about keeping the drummer up at night, so Stu had relented.

By the time they were finished it was late afternoon, way past when he thought they’d be home. The singer hadn’t heard from Murdoc in a while, but he was trying to keep calm. He’d talked to him just a couple of hours ago, had even seen a picture of him. 2D had to learn to trust the bassist if their… relationship was going to work.

He stayed quiet the whole ride, gripping his phone and tapping along nervously to the music. Russel didn’t complain, he always seemed to have a sixth sense about when someone needed some space. Not for the first time, 2D realized that without Russel they’d be a lot worse off.

“If you take the bags in the front,” Russel said, startling the other out of his thoughts, “then I can manage the ones in the back.”

“O-oh, yeah sure Russ,” 2D stuttered. He quickly grabbed the bags, too quickly, spilling some of their contents onto the floor. As fast as he could he packed everything back up and hauled them into the house. It was a bit of a struggle to get the front door open ut he managed, toeing his shoes off before shuffling into the kitchen.

“Murdoc! We’re back!” he called. Distantly he could hear thumping and rattling coming from the second floor. Within seconds he heard the sound of heavy steps down the stairs and felt himself begin to smile. Leaving the groceries for a moment, the singer turned around to greet Murdoc.

“Ello luv,” he teased, not even trying to hide his happiness at seeing the bassist again. He really was acting like a love-sick teenager.

“Alright Stu?” Murdoc asked, sauntering in with a bit more swagger than usual. 2D’s smile fell slightly as he caught a whiff of alcohol off the other. But he didn’t want to upset Murdoc; there was probably a reason he felt the need to get drunk. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

“I will be, in a minute,” he joked back, gathering the smaller up in his arms for a hug. Murdoc went willingly. “Ah that’s much better.”

“Mmh, don’t tell me you missed me after such a short time,” Murdoc laughed, wrapping his own arms around the singer. 2D could tell the bassist had missed him just as much as he had. Letting himself forget that Murdoc was drunk for just a moment, the singer leaned in for a kiss, humming happily as Murdoc kissed back.

Their little bubble was popped by the front door opening again; 2D had forgotten about Russel. With a sigh he let Murdoc go, turning back to the groceries and beginning to unbag them. Murdoc was already rifling through the fridge, probably looking for beer when Russel came in with the rest of the bags.

“Hey Muds,” he greeted. Murdoc grunted a hello and took a seat at the table, beer in hand.

“H-hey Russ, I can put the groceries away, if you want,” the singer offered. Really, he just wanted more time to talk to Murdoc alone.

“Well, I’m not gonna argue with that. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” 2D waved as the drummer left, while Murdoc gave a lazy nod. It didn’t take too long for him to get everything put away in it’s proper place, or at least close to it. He really couldn’t remember exactly where they usually kept the cans of soup, so he stacked them up beside the bowls. It was close enough.

“So what did you do while we were gone, Muds?” the singer asked in his most casual voice. Murdoc was drunk enough not to notice anything suspicious.

“Not much. Played bass, sat around, summoned a few demons, the usual.”

2D hoped he was joking about the last part. “And uh, had a couple drinks?”

Murdoc’s eyes flashed dangerously, though he quickly looked away. “Yes, I did. That a problem?”

“N-no! I um, I just’ wanted to ask if there was somethin’ wrong.” 2D watched Murdoc study the table with interest.

“No, nothin’s the matter. Can’t a man enjoy a drink?” The singer was getting a little impatient. Why wouldn’t Murdoc just tell him what the problem was already?

“Just a drink?” he asked, his voice clipped. Murdoc’s head snapped up with a scowl.

“Yes, Stuart. A drink,” the bassist answered angrily.

“Why?”

Murdoc laughed darkly. “Since when do I need a reason to drink, D?”

2D sighed and sat next to him. “Murdoc…”

“Stop babying me!” Murdoc snarled suddenly, standing up fast enough to knock the chair back. “Satan’s sake 2D!”

“Don’t shout at me!” Stu yelled, getting up as well. Both men had their fists clenched at their sides and frowns on their faces. For a brief moment, a memory flashed in front of the singer's vision. The sound of a chair hitting the ground. Murdoc, standing over him with an open palm, his own cheek stinging. Murdoc, stumbling out of the room as 2D scrabbled to his feet, a dull throbbing in his face and side. Pink, so much pink. Unconsciously he took a step back, raising his hands to his face in a flinch. The Satanist was frozen, his fists still clenched but the anger slowly draining from his face.

“2D what--” Murdoc took a few steps forward and immediately the singer’s mind told him to run run get away!

“No!” he cried, pressing further back into the wall. This was just like back on Plastic Beach, it was happening again, he couldn’t handle it again--

“U-uh, shit!” Murdoc cursed, backing up. Stuart kept an eye on the other’s hands the entire time they raised up placatingly. “2D it’s ok!”

Neither man moved for a good two minutes before 2D collapsed against the wall, tearing streaming down his cheeks. Big, ugly sobs tore their way out of the singer's small frame. Through blurry eyes he watched Murdoc kneel down a few feet in front of him warily.

“Oh God D,” Murdoc whispered, so distraught that he momentarily forgot his own religion. “I’m so sorry.”

For once, the singer put his own feelings first and didn’t rush to comfort Murdoc. He couldn’t, he was frozen in his defensive curl. Even as his breathing evened out, and his sobs turned to silent crying he still couldn’t get up and go to the other man. He wasn’t even sure if he even wanted to. He’d never had a reaction like that around the bassist, and he'd never had a flashback like that either. So why was it happening now that they were finally getting somewhere with each other?

“D-d’you want me to go?” Murdoc asked quietly. He shook his head no, because he wasn’t sure. So they stayed frozen in their spots. It was a wonder Russel didn’t come downstairs to investigate the silence. Eventually, 2D gathered enough strength to lower his hands, wrapping them around his knees instead.

“I-I jus’ w-wanted t-t-t’know why you w-were drinkin,” he said, quiet as a whisper. Murdoc held his head in his hands, shaking.

“I was thinkin’ a little--a little too much and I n-needed t’relax. I s-swear Stu, that’s all,” he answered. He looked and sounded like he was telling the truth, but still, the singer didn’t feel like he could calm down fully.

“Oh,” Stu said. “M’sorry for makin’ a b-big fuss--”

“No! Uh, no, I shoulda told you t-the truth when you asked,” Murdoc interrupted. “I’m sorry for scarin’ you.”

Stu shrugged. “It was the chair fallin’... I think.”

“Still my fault,” Murdoc said. “If I hadn’t done all that stuff on Plastic--”

2D interrupted with a panicked sound in the back of his throat. “I-I don’t wanna think about that righ’ now.” He watched Murdoc weigh his options before deflating even more.

“OK, whatever you want D. I’m, uh, sorry, though. Maybe I should go?”

The older man got to his feet. 2D could still feel the edges of panic in his mind, raw and stinging. But he could also see that Murdoc was really, truly sorry. With a shaky voice, he spoke up.

“Don’t leave.” The singer got to his feet as well, still keeping a safe distance from the other. “I don’t want us to fight.”

“Me either Stu,” Murdoc agreed. They stared awkwardly at each other for a while, unsure of what to do. Eventually, Murdoc picked up the chair he’d toppled and sat down. It was almost like that last fifteen minutes hadn’t happened. Slowly, 2D sat down as well, inching his chair within arms reach of Murdoc.

“We’ll work on it, yeah?” he asked placing a hand on Murdoc’s knee. Murdoc was back to studying the table, but he covered the larger hand with his and squeezed. They weren’t quite there yet, but they were getting close. And Stu was willing to try.

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it-refused · 7 years

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@rkscythw said:

grillby makes sans a ketchup birthday cake and he’s convinced it doesn’t work but grillby/papyrus find it delicious and get embarrassed after eating a load of it

This was fun! I ended up getting side tracked with Grillby making a million cakes, but I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: G

Grillby hit the checkout button and shook his head as he was confronted again by his purchase. Sans would love the shirt and the terrible custom phrase Grillby had chosen to have put on it. He was easy to get presents for, really, and cheap.

He shouldn't feel so guilty. Sans just didn't have expensive tastes. Grillby just wanted something that felt a little special, and when he spent more money on the present, it felt that way regardless of how special it actually was.

Maybe he should get a second shirt?

He shook his head and bought just the one. What he really needed to do was cook something really special. Everyone was already planning on going out bowling for Sans' actual birthday, but maybe he could have a small family party on his day off before that. He'd make a cake!

That wasn't special either, was it?

Grillby looked at pictures of fancy cakes for a while. There were some that were based on a joke that Sans would like, but he really wasn't an expert at cake decoration. Sans would care more about what it tasted like, anyway.

He ended up on a website that showcased cake disasters. The funny thing was, Sans would probably appreciate a very bad cake. He'd even appreciate a cake that tasted bad, if he was tricked into eating it.

Grillby got an idea.

"DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT MY BROTHER HATES SO THAT YOU CAN...AVOID MAKING THAT FOR HIM?" Papyrus asked.

"..." Grillby had quickly run into trouble figuring out how to make a cake Sans didn't like. It was easy enough making a cake Grillby thought was bad, but it just wasn't bad enough for Sans. He had thought about adding gross ingredients, and then he had flashed back, montage-style, to the many disgusting things he'd seen Sans voluntarily eat over the years.

Sans didn't like Papyrus' spaghetti, but he'd never shown it. Grillby needed to make something so unexpectedly disgusting, Sans actually reacted.

"WELL, HE'S AN ALIEN SO HE DOESN'T LIKE MILK THAT MUCH!"

"...not what he 'doesn't like.'"

"WHAT DOES SANS HATE? I MIGHT BE TOO GOOD OF A COOK TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION."

Grillby had baked a sample cake with hot sauce. Sans had a high tolerance for heat, but he had his limits. It turned out that if he baked a cake hot enough for Sans to hate it, the smell revealed the nature of the cake before he took a single bite. Many of the other things he had tried had made the cake look strange. It had to be gorgeous.

"HE DOES NOT LIKE - I MEAN, HE HATES? IF THAT IS THE WORD YOU REQUIRE? - ANYTHING THAT IS HEALTHY FOR HIM!" Papyrus was getting annoyed. "ANYTHING THAT WOULD BE GOOD FOR HIM, OR ISN'T COATED IN FAT OR GREASE OR SALT IS ANATHEMA TO MY CLOSEST AND DEAREST LIVING RELATIVE! WHY EAT THIS CHIP PLAIN, WHEN YOU COULD DIP IT IN CHOCOLATE FIRST, JUST FOR THAT ADDED FLAVOR! AND WHY EAT A HAMBURGER - " He broke off, remembering his audience. "- ANYWAY! YOU GET MY POINT." He paused. Grillby started to say something, but Papyrus got in again before he had the chance. "AND IF HE DOESN'T HAVE THEM COOKED FOR HIM IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY, HE JUST CONSUMES THEM IN THE MOST DISGUSTING MANNER HE CAN IMAGINE! TAKE THE BAG OF FROZEN FRENCH FRIES OUT OF THE FREEZER AND DUMP THE WHOLE CONTAINER IN HIS MOUTH! WHY NOT? PUT THEM IN AN ICE CREAM CONE AND PUT SYRUP ON THEM! NOT CHOCOLATE SYRUP, LIKE HE IS PRETENDING HE IS EATING AN ICE CREAM CONE! NO!!!! OF COURSE NOT!!!!!!!!!!! MAPLE! SYRUP!"

"..........anyway." Grillby was sympathetic to Papyrus, but he was on a mission. "...healthy things."

"IF IT ISN'T GREASED DEATH IN A BUN, COATED IN CONDIMENTS, MY BROTHER HATES IT!"

Could he make a cake with spinach or something? That was an idea. A beautifully made cake that was actually...a rice cake? Grillby was inspired.

Papyrus took out his phone and a few seconds later, was yelling into it. "SANS! WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR POOR EATING HABITS!"

Grillby heard the low mumble on the other end that meant Sans was talking.

"YES, AGAIN! EVEN GRILLBY IS CONCERNED!"

Grillby shrugged.

"OK, THAT WAS UNTRUE, BUT SHOULDN'T YOUR BROTHER BEING CONCERNED BE ENOUGH??"

Maybe Grillby was concerned. Maybe he was so concerned, he would make Sans the healthiest birthday cake that anyone had ever made. Maybe he would write down the recipe and give it to the Vegetoid that came by the bar sometimes to tsk at the menu.

"SANS, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES. IT IS THE TIME FOR CONSIDERING THE CHOICES WE MAKE IN OUR LIVES, AND HOW THEY HAVE AN EFFECT ON OUR PERSONAL WELLBEINGS!"

The most important part was figuring out how to make a healthy icing that looked like the real thing.

"OK, FINE, YES, I AM SMILING. IT WAS NOT TERRIBLE, COMPARATIVELY."

This would require research.

Guilt snuck in as Grillby was putting the finishing touches on his new recipe. The cake looked like it could be on a magazine cover. And, like the food that was often on covers and advertisements, it was just as edible.

In all the excitement, he'd forgotten the real reason he was making this for Sans. To celebrate his birthday. He should have some way to make up for the joke, right? Sans always gave away his own food if his prank destroyed his friend's.

He had to make a second cake. It was so obvious. He'd made so many test cakes, the idea didn't even bother him. What was one more?

"OH! I UNDERSTAND! YOU ARE SUBTLY ASKING FOR AID FROM THE GREAT BAKER PAPYRUS! OF COURSE I WILL HELP YOU MAKE A CAKE FOR HIM."

"...I just want to know his favorite kind."

Papyrus winked, and then said: "WINK!!! I WON'T TELL ANYONE HOW QUICKLY I SAW THROUGH YOUR RUSE! IT'S OBVIOUS WHAT MY BROTHER'S FAVORITE CAKE WOULD BE, SO WHY ELSE WOULD YOU BE HERE?"

".........is it obvious?"

"YES! WE'LL MAKE IT TOGETHER." Papyrus grabbed Grillby's hands. "WE WILL CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDAY LIKE A FAMILY!"

Now he could never turn him down. Grillby sighed. "What is it? Chocolate?"

Papyrus shook his hands, excited, and then let go. "I HAVE NO IDEA!"

".............................................what?"

"BUT IT HAS TO BE OBVIOUS, ONCE WE BOTH PUT OUR GENIUS BRAINS TO THE TASK AND THINK IT THROUGH."

So it was back to square one. Sans would like almost anything. Grillby had figured that out trying to think up what he'd hate. Now he needed to decide what he would love.

"HE LIKES THE SUGARY QUICHES THAT TORIEL MAKES, BUT THOSE ARE NOT CAKES, EXACTLY. HMMM..."

"I should just make chocolate."

"NO! WE WILL PUZZLE THIS OUT."

Grillby sighed. "Fine."

Sans liked almost anything, but he loved greasy food. He preferred his meals to be coated in condiments until he couldn't see the food hiding underneath.

"I KNOW HE ENJOYS THOSE CAKES THAT OOZE CHOCOLATE WHEN YOU PUSH ON THEM. PERSONALLY, I FIND THEM DISGUSTING. THE CAKE PART ALWAYS GETS SOGGY AND THEY ALWAYS SEEM EXTRA GREASY TO START WITH. BUT...IT IS HIS BIRTHDAY."

"Lava cakes?" Grillby laughed. Sans and Toriel had made Grillby one of those for his birthday a couple years earlier. "...maybe. If only they made a condiment cake. Something that tastes like ketchup."

"YOU'RE RIGHT, UNFORTUNATELY. SOMETHING LIKE THAT WOULD BE HIS FAVORITE, AND WE WOULD HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH EATING IT TO HONOR HIM ON HIS SPECIAL DAY. THANKFULLY, THEY DON'T EXIST, SO WE CAN BE--" He broke off. "OR, DO THEY? HUMANS CAN HAVE TASTES THAT ARE VERY DIFFERENT THAN OURS."

A brief internet search confirmed Papyrus' suspicion. Grillby printed out the recipe and started making a grocery list. It didn't matter that he and Papyrus were going to hate it.

Papyrus insisted on helping make it. He complained at every part of the process, but always managed to pep talk himself back into a celebratory spirit. He declared himself in charge of icing and decorating the cake once it was cooled, and Grillby let him. He'd iced enough cakes recently.

Sans left his sweater on and put Grillby's t-shirt on overtop it. "thanks, babe. you're the best."

Grillby hoped Sans wore it when they went bowling. He'd spent a lot of time looking up bowling puns.

"...there's also..."

"WE MADE YOU A CAKE!" Papyrus jumped up. He was covered in gift wrap bows, and half of them fell off and onto the couch.

Grillby was standing, so he managed to block Papyrus' path to the kitchen. "...I'll get it."

"BUT..."

Grillby wished he could wink. "...please?"

"WELL, IF IT'S IMPORTANT TO YOU, I WOULDN'T WANT TO DENY YOU THE PLEASURE OF WALKING TO THE KITCHEN AND BACK?"

Grillby nodded. He returned a minute later carrying his special cake.

"WHAT?"

He realized that he should have explained things to Papyrus ahead of time.

"I DIDN'T MAKE THAT." Papyrus sounded betrayed.

All Grillby could do was bring the plate over and hope that everything would become clear, soon enough. Sans glanced at Papyrus, and then at Grillby. Luckily, he seemed more annoyed than suspicious.

"...you slice it," Grillby said, handing Sans the knife. "It's tradition."

"makin' me work on my birthday is tradition?"

"IT IS NOT YET YOUR REAL BIRTHDAY," Papyrus pointed out. He was deliberately not looking at Grillby.

"still. it's not fair." He shrugged and cut them all pieces.

Grillby had worried Sans would wait for one of them to eat first, but he realized that it had been silly to worry about Sans being overly polite. He dug right in.

Grillby fumbled with his camera but managed to get it out just in time to snap a picture of Sans' face when the flavor of the cake hit him. It wasn't obviously different than his usual expression to anyone who hadn't met him, but all their friends would know.

"SANS? ARE YOU ILL?"

"what's in this?" Sans said. "it tastes like..." Tears started to form at the corner of his eye sockets.

"I made it with love," Grillby said.

"love tastes like my mouth is dying. you betrayed me."

"IS IT POISON?"

"yes."

"...it's good for him. You told me how it was important that he...eat healthy."

"my own brother, too? e tu, papyrus?" Sans was slowly pushing the entire cake towards the edge of the table.

Curious, Papyrus tasted some. "THIS IS...INTERESTING."

"...very good, correct?"

"..........." Papyrus slowly set down his fork. "OH! THIS IS GRILLBY ATTEMPTING A JAPE! A JOVIAL RUSE TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY, SANS!"

"i got that."

Grillby took his own cake and ate it, easily.

"don't make me watch you eat it, too."

He blew a kiss.

Sans waved it away. "i don't want that." He was laughing, now. "ok, i guess you got me pretty good with that one."

"NOW, I WILL GO GET THE REAL CAKE!" Papyrus ran off.

"We made you something we'll hate," Grillby said. "Did you know there's a ketchup cake?"

"yeah. oh man. i never thought i'd get to try it." Sans shoved the cake off the table to make room for his new cake. "but now you both have to give it a shot, too."

Grillby shrugged. He was a little curious, anyway.

The ketchup cake was dark shade of red, like a red velvet cake. Sans tried it first, again. Grillby took that as a sign that Sans still trusted him.

Grillby took a bite of his own piece. He looked at his empty fork in surprise. It wasn't awful. It tasted a little bit like a spice cake, actually.

"needs more ketchup, sorry," Sans said. "but it's good."

Papyrus tried it next. "GRILLBY...WHY ISN'T THIS ONE BAD?"

"...I'm not sure..." Grillby said. "The ketchup is just a background flavor."

"I DON'T LIKE THAT IT DOESN'T TASTE TERRIBLE. MAYBE IT DOES TASTE BAD, BUT NOT AS BAD AS THE OTHER ONE, SO COMPARATIVELY, IT IS DELICIOUS?"

"There are some cakes you can make with tomatoes," Grillby said.

"OH! THAT ACTUALLY SOUNDS LIKE A WONDERFUL IDEA! AND THEN YOU COULD TOP IT WITH SOME KIND OF NOODLE. I BET AN EGG NOODLE WOULD LOOK ESPECIALLY DECORATIVE ON TOP OF A CAKE, BUT ANGEL HAIR WOULD WORK NICELY IF IT WAS AN ANGEL FOOD CAKE WITH TOMATO IN IT, I BELIEVE."

"...no, it wouldn't."

"WHAT WE HAVE LEARNED TODAY, ALL OF US, IS THAT WE CANNOT LET OUR EXPECTATIONS OF WHAT THINGS WILL TASTE LIKE LEAD US INTO POOR GUSTATORY DECISIONS."

"man, i even get a moral for my birthday."

Grillby shifted over so he was sitting closer to Sans. He kissed him on the top of the head. "Happy birthday."

Sans looked up. "not that long until your big day, is it, big guy?" The lights in his eye sockets glittered, and Grillby felt dread wash over him.

#sansby #skelebros #my fic #fanfic #prompts

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chamaelhyun · 7 years

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so i just finished reading stephen king’s it...

... and i have too much feelings for it i think i have to write everything down, more for myself than for anything else lmao

first and foremost, bill loves georgie so much just thinking about them makes me so fucking soft??? and georgie kissing him on his cheek that day legit brought tears to my eyes knowing what’s gonna happen to him

also, stanley did not take that fucking bath i refuse to believe it no sir

“it was easier to be brave when you were someone else” - richie tozier

eddie my dear boy why would you marry your mother smh

ben loves beverly so much okay!!!!

i feel like bill and eddie’s friendship is so underrated so let me just put it right here -- bill thinks of eddie as his only real friend prior to everything that happened that summer and eddie "would have died for bill", if bill had asked him he would have just responded: “sure, big bill.. you got a time in mind yet?”

"..richie’s mouth was like a half-tamed horse that has a way of bolting for absolutely no reason at all” uhHHH IF THIS AINT THE TRUEST THING LMAO

“maybe sometimes things didn’t just go wrong and then stop; maybe sometimes they just kept going wronger and wronger until everything was totally fucked up”

“HE HAD HATED IT WHEN RICHIE CALLED HIM EDS... BUT HE HAD SORT OF LIKED IT, TOO” OKAYYYYYYY

eddie loves bill like a big brother or a father if this isnt the purest thing ever im crying

RICHIE LIKES PINCHING EDDIE’S CHEEKS OKAY DO NOT TOUCH ME “i hate it when you do that, richie” “ah, you love it, eds”

i’m such a trash but richie!!! winking!!! at!!! eddie!!!

uhh richie telling eddie about his ambition when they were hanging out in eddie’s garage??? good shit right here

from eddie’s pov -- richie has an “enchanting, often exhausting charm” okay

the savage bill that usually comes out when richie is being such a little shit, i love it!! “best part of you ran down your father’s leg” kids pls lmao

UGHH I’M SUCH A REDDIE TRASH BUT RICHIE??? PINCHING EDDIE’S CHEEKS??? WHILE COOING “CUTE, CUTE, CUTE”???? sign me the fuck up

stan “i think that must have been my father” the man

“it was just richie. he could drive you bugshit.. but it was still sort of nice to have him around” oh eddie spaghetti

isn’t it adorable how whenever richie says something which eddie thinks is bullshit but he isnt really sure is bullshit, he just turns to bill for confirmation??? “is there such a thing as a sift bill”

“you know about fucking, don’t you, eds?” uhhh richie dont corrupt my innocent little son like this??? (tho of course my son is well aware thanks to this taliendo boy?? whoever he is??)

uh ben is such a genius??? youngest architect y’all. this. my son. right here.

that time when they were caught by mr. nell building the dam and everybody -- even richie himself -- was like, “shut the fuck up richie gdi!!!” and stan was holding on to richie’s arm ready to squeeze him hard if he starts being a little shit it’s like one of my faves of them idek why it’s just so funny to me??

also, richie is such a trash for bill istg??? “..maybe just seeing bill’s eyes light up with their own excitement was enough” ???

ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE RICHIE MOMENTS (and there’s a lot considering he’s my fave loser) -- him making bill feel better and less guilty about georgie’s death and then comforting bill, tho awkwardly, when the latter started crying

uh idk if i maybe missed it in the book or in the movie but why is almost the entire fandom saying that his parents dont give a shit about richie?? cause i think out of all the losers, his parents are fairly regular (bill said so himself) he even gets to joke around with them?? and from richie’s pov: “he could read both of his parents like books -- well-worn and well-loved books” so im really kinda confused??

“they’ll pinch my cheeks and tell me how much i’ve grown” “that’s cause they know how cute you are, eds -- just like me. i saw what a cutie you were the first time i met you” uhh richie how many times are you gonna call eddie cute?? well i dont really blame you, my son is a reaal cutie

also!!!! bev and richie’s frienship??? hello why was it not in the movie????? cigarette buddies??? my badass babies???

richie: “likes bev a lot. well, he likes her, but not that way.’

also richie: *blushes and flustered when bev teased him if he was asking her out on a date*

ben not believing himself when he told richie to shut up, oh child you have all the right in the world to make him shut up lmao

bill and richie are like two of the bravest losers but after escaping the werefolf from the neibolt house they both just hugged each other and cried and oh my god my poor sons they do not deserve any of this theyre just kids ffs

uhhh beverly on the plane on the way back to derry was just a mess who couldnt stop laughing and just?? if i could smack tom rogan i would gladly do so and her father too for good measure

ben and bev and eddie just hysterically laughing is my aesthetic my kids deserve all the happiness in the world pls

ben always stands up for bev he’s so sweet?? he doesnt even care much what others say to him as long as they arent disrespecting bev and i just????

my pure innocent eddie not understanding why bev isnt allowed to have boys into the house when there inst anyone else there oh boy so precious

what’s worse than frightening stan uris? offending him, that’s right

the losers have forgotten about each other for more than twenty years but when they remembered and met up again its like nothing has changed at all????

uhh richie trying to calm eddie down but the latter just rounded on him telling him not to call him eds!!! and not to pinch his cheeks!!! cause he hates it!!! and richie recoiled and just?? my heart hurts

BEEP-BEEP RICHIE

“i wish stan was here” you and me both mikey

“she wouldve died for him” why are they all willing to die for bill oh god these kids

“he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts”

dafuq richie is really so funny istg??? im not playing favorites with my kids here but he’s so funny?? his voices are so funny i hate him lmao

The Apocalyptic Rockfight (need i say more?????)

excuse me but richie (and bev) taking care of eddie after said rockfight

bill is like the president of the losers club and richie is his right hand man am i right or amirite

I JUST LOVE HOW THESE LOSERS KEEP SAYING THEY LOVE EACH OTHER??? they’re so vocal about it and just??? idc if they were, like, brought together by this turtle to fight it,, their friendship is one of a kind and they deserve all the best thinsg in life

“stan did not have much sense of humor, and the bit he did have was sort of peculiar” UHH I SHOULDNT BE LAUGHING THIS HARD

“i don’t call you dick, as in ‘you got any gum on ya, dick?’“ OHH EDDIE STRIKES BACK YES

uhm excuse the fuck outta me but richie called eddie “my love” do not fucking touch me

“the losers are still losing, but stanley uris is finally ahead” uhhh fuck you pennywise???

I JUST LOVE IT WHEN THE LOSERS ARE BEING KIDS AND JUST PLAYING AROUND TOGETHER HAPPILY this is how it shouldve been anyways they should all just be happy and protected

stan catching the losers’ crazy yup

BEVERLY MARSH IS BADASS WHO DONT NEED PROTECTING JUST BECAUSE SHES A GIRL YOU TELL THEM LOSERS, HON

richie being so proud of them, of his friends?? losers or not losers?? he;s just proud that theyre all together?? im so soft

"he shouldnt be down here” - richie when he heard eddie coughing when they were in the smokehole im such a reddie trash i feel like i notice every little thing between them lol

bill is eddie’s hero it’s canon

EDDIE MY BOY STANDING UP TO HIS MOTHER YOU GO SON

uhh when the losers visited eddie in the hospital and not even richie was smiling uhh why dont you just step on my heart???

“no good friends. no bad friend. only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”

"it hurts, doesn’t it?” “yeah, why, sure. it hurts.” RICHIE CRYING CAUSE OF STAN SOMEBODY HOLD ME

richie asking for eddie’s aspirator and the others doing the same before they entered the house on neibolt street

UHH EDDIE IS LIKE THE LITERAL BABY OF THE LOSERS DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS he’s often called cute (by richie of course) and often described as fragile, vulnerable and beautiful. and also,ticklish. so yup. a baby. The Baby.

“sure i can. i was alone last time. this time i’m with my friends.” SEE AN ACTUAL BABY THAT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS

“anyone who tries to steal your aspirator, we kill him. but we kill him slow.” oh richie just say outright that youll protect the baby itsokay son say it

“hey eddie needs help okay?” richie making sure the baby is properly assisted by the losers (ok im such a trash really, sue me)

stan,,,,, makes me so sad istg yes he’s like the weakest among the losers in some ways but he was brave enough to go with them that summer okay and that says so much about my poor baby!! “i don’t have anything” YOU HAVE YOUR FRIEMNDS SON PLS DONT HURT ME LIKE THIS

IT IS SCARED OF THESE SEVEN KIDS HA

uhh can i just say,, i love all my children,,, but no to cheating pls????

these kids are such,,, kids lmao that part where eddie wanted a lick on richie’s ice cream (i think) and richie’s like no??? germs??? sharing??? your mom wouldnt like it?? then began to eat faster and eddie’s just like, i’ll chance it. so richie reluctantly let him have a taste but snatched it away quick lmao then stan offered his to eddie

“she says henrys gone crazy” “shit you mean he used to be sane??” richie istg

baby eddie!!!!! richie’s like no eds youre not going your arm is still broken and bill’s like he has to so walk with me eddie ill keep an eye on you (and protect you and carry you on my back and)

that moment when eddie called the others fucking pussies cause he’s doing that mashed potatoes all over it and he’s got a broken arm!!!!! ahhh i love this kid so much?????

and then after when the eye is gone and richie is mimicking eddie and was like “not too shabby, eds” and eddie was all “i hate it when you call me eds” and richie just goes i know and HUGGED EDDIE and says, “but somebody has to toughen you up, eds...” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH?????

FUCKKKKKK it’s the part when my kid’s arm got cut off and my heart just hurts so fucking much????? he doesnt deseve this?? none of them does????

‘richie was weaving and tumbling toward him like a drunk at the end of a long hard night’ “--eds--” STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU

“richie, don’t call me eds. you know i..i...” FUCK YOU ALL I HATE YOU ALL

uhhh lets not talk about that thing that happened so they could get out of there im still so fukcing disturbed???

“son, you did real good” i wouldve smacked this turtle thing or whatever had i been a loser,,, i mean???

“we gotta get him out of here” “it’s too dark, you know.. it’s too dark. eds.. he.” RICHIE MY POOR BOY MY SON MY MOST PRECIOUS SOBBING OVER HIS BELOVED

“fuck you, bitch!!!”

ben and beverly yes its what they both deserve

“even if we forget each other, we’ll remember in our dreams”

mike went through so much,,, i mean he was the only one who stayed in derry and looked into all that happened there beginning from god knows when. he was scared as fuck when the killings started again but he put off calling the others cause he wanted to be absolutely sure it is back before he disrupts the other losers’ lives??? he wasnt envious whatsoever of the success of the other losers even though the difference between him and them is so fucking vast?? he accepted it -- that he stayed in derry for a reason and that is to call the others back to finally end it hwen it comes back. he has done all these and more. let us not sleep on him. my boy deserves all the love and recognition he deserves.

YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKS ME UP SO MUCH IT’S NOT JUST THE DEATHS OF MY KIDS it’s the fact that after everything theyve gone through together, they forgot about each other in the end

but maybe it was better for them too. to not think about the nightmares. to not think about the lives lost. but is forgetting really better than not knowing at all?

they went thorugh so much together and in the end they’ll forget

maybe cause as richie said, “nothing lasts forever”

#books what have you done with my feelings #wrote this entire thing down entirely for my own benefit so that i wouldnt forget #like these kids theyvre forgotten #but no really cause i tend to forget details of what ive read after a long time and i dont want to forget how much i love these kids #i think this turned out to be more of a reddie post but i just coulnt help it lmao i love these kids so much????#anyway #stephen king's it

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flighty37-blog · 7 years

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We’ll Never Survive

Summary: Thanks to the vortex that has followed them from the Manchester flat, and to their newest flat, complete with a universe inside, their female characters, and their scripts and rejected ideas, along with props thrown into it, Dan and Phil discover Dragon Age. What? No Internet? How will they survive? How far does a raven fly? It’d better not be illegal to use so many ravens to carry a lot of scrolls....

Summary 2: This is dedicated to my best friend across the pond, England. Suze....She loves Dragon Age, REALLY LOVES Dragon Age. I love Dan And Phil. Decided to mash fandoms.

Warnings: Swearing.

Rating PG-R

Deaths: None.

Incomplete Fic. Just testing the waters.

Somewhere In London (maybe more central, maybe not) Present Day:

Two nerds, one with dyed black hair and very pale skin, and the other with dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes were synchronised browsing on the sofa.

Each sipping their mugs of coffees respectively, and not even giving a damn about the outside world. As the sun went across their windows, and whittled down the time, they both looked up and over at each other.

“I’m hungry,” Dan said.

“I’ll go make dinner,” Phil answered.

“I’ll help. God knows what can happen in there. Besides I’ve procrastinated enough for one day,” Dan said.

Phil reached over and felt his friend’s forehead. Dan gave him a look, and pushed his hand off.

“I was just seeing if you were ill; you said you ˜procrastinated enough for one day’. Are you alright? Do I need to ring a physician?” Phil asked.

“The Doctor?,” Dan was slightly hopeful.

“Well, ‘a doctor’....” Phil got up from the sofa, put aside his laptop, remembering to close the lid, and went into the kitchen.

Glad for the fact they didn’t have a glass door to hit their faces, or heads, on. Dan came inside and started pawing through the fridge.

“No they wouldn’t be as fun. I need someone with a TARDIS. You know, because it’s ‘bigger on the inside’™?” Dan said, as he gathered the ingredients together, and started lubricating various pans, and a metal cookie sheet.

They were going to have spaghetti, and Dan liked making the garlic bread.

“That’s what 'she’said,” Phil joked.

“That’s a dead meme,” Dan corrected him.

“I am allowed to say what I want to say,” Phil sniffed.

“Ok,” Dan shrugged and Phil set the water to boil.

Just then a blue shimmering light cascaded from the wormhole that had taken up residence between their fridge and the doorway.

“Uhhh, Phil?” Dan started.

“Yeah?” Phil was browning the meat.

“We’re being summoned,” Dan walked over and tapped Phil’s shoulder, and he turned to face the glowing blue light, as it reached out and sucked them inside its depths.

“This Is Not How I Wanted To Travel Through Time And SPAAAACCCCEEEEE!!!!” Dan’s cries were swallowed in the thin air.

“How Are We Eeeevveennnn Stillll Breeeaattthhhiiinnnnggggggg?” Phil’s voice floated beside him, as their bodies twisted and turned in the swirling vortex of blue, green, gold, brown, red....*THUMP!* they landed. One on top of the other, face down.

“OUCH!” Phil grimaced.

“Get off of me you arse!” Dan reacted, casually pushing Phil off of him.

“Where the hell are we?” Dan asked, as they looked at the barren landscape, that had paper thin snow falling from the sky.

“I dunno. But I’m co-cold,” Phil’s teeth chattered.

“It was 30C in England!” Dan put his arms around himself, to seal in some warmth.

“Halt! Are you friend or foe!” A new voice rang out, stilling their conversation.

“Hello, we’re....” Dan started.

“I asked if you were friend or foe,” the intimidating voice said, the silhouette cleared, and it was a man coming out of the shadows, brandishing a sword and wearing a fur cloak of some kind. He had blond hair, and very impressive cheekbones.

“WHOA!!” Both guys breathed out.

“He’s so pretty,” Phil whispered.

“SHHH!!!! Don’t let him hear you. He might not like that statement,” Dan hissed at Phil.

“Well he is,” Phil said.

“Maybe you should say handsome? Good looking? Any one of those terms?” Dan asked.

“But we’re all inclusive, non-gender, pro activists,” Phil said.

“Yeah, but I have a feeling that being politically correct will be frowned on,” Dan answered.

“Okay,” Phil said.

“Ahem, we’re friends.” Dan put out a hand, as the tall, broad shouldered man, well he was about their same height, but he was quite intimidating.

The cloak or what have you, made him look taller, and, was he muscular? Dan’s throat caught, and he gulped.

“He’s definitely not Evan Peters,” Phil whispered.

“Who?” The blond asked, just as a pretty red haired woman in a skin tight shirt, and matching skin tight trousers, greenish grey eyes and a slight willowy, tall build came into view.

The blond man’s face softened.

“Trevelyn, these strangers have just dropped in,” The blond looked confused.

“Have they now? From the Breach? I thought we fixed that?” She mused.

“Uh I’m Dan, and this is Phil,” Dan interrupted, he still had his hand out to shake hands should anyone desire to do so.

“Right, yes, where are our manners?” The redhead answered, shaking Dan’s hand, and Phil’s as well, respectively.

“I’m Inquisitor Trevelyn, and this is Commander Cullen Rutherford, we’re scouting out new fissures, and well it seems we’ve come across one,” She scrutinised them closely.

“Your clothes are odd,” The Commander spoke up.

“Commander Rutherford!” Trevelyn gave him a shake of her head.

“My apologies,” Cullen looked anything but apologetic. If anything, he still looked quite intimidating.

“I wonder how buff he is under that armour and cloak?” Phil wondered.

“Pretty muscular,” Dan concurred.

“They are odd,” the Commander said.

“Not as odd as you are, my love,” Trevelyn tried to whisper, but apparently the Commander’s statement was heard.

“Not as odd as you are dressing like you’re in medieval times, Dan said.

“Dan!” Phil gave him a sharp look of rebuke.

“What are you on about?” Cullen was on the defencive making the two jump back.

“N-Nothing,” Dan managed.

“We’ll bring you back to camp,” Trevelyn decided.

“Is that wise Inquisitor?” Cullen asked.

“We’re not leaving them to freeze Commander,” Trevelyn answered.

“I guess we’re going to camp?” Phil shrugged.

“Do you have internet?” Dan asked.

“What is this ‘internet’ that you speak of? Is it a new way to spy?” Cullen asked, his brows furrowing, and he looked even more intimidating.

“Uhhh some people spy with it,” Dan managed.

Phil looked quite scared, and had put his hands over his mouth.

“Whatever this ‘internet’ is, we do not have it,” Commander Cullen said quite fiercely.

“Oh god, I’m gonna faint,” Dan said, as he started shivering.

“No internet? No Twitter? No Tumblr?” Phil whispered, panicking a bit.

“Catch me!” Dan said.

“What about our phones?” Phil asked.

The two pulled out their phones, checking for a signal.

“What are those? Are those miniature swords?” Cullen plucked the phones out of their hands.

“Dammit! Now I feel naked,” Dan said.

"He-He too-took our ph-phones," Phil said.

“What are phones? Trevelyn was curious.

“They.... Well we talk to other people with them; if you please?” Dan held out his hand, and Trevelyn got them from Commander Cullen, and gave them back to Dan.

“Here, like this,” Dan put the phone up to his ear. Phil mimed dialing, and put his up to his own ear, “Then you talk....” The two mimed talking into a phone with lots of hand gestures.

“Useless,” Cullen scoffed.

“If they worked, which they don’t.... They wouldn’t be useless,” Dan huffed.

“Come along,” Trevelyn said, as they walked back with the two, and came upon some horses.

“Oh no!” Phil said.

“Not horses,” Dan said.

“What is wrong with horses? They are quite useful in the snow, and getting us back to camp,” Cullen spoke up, as he assessed the two young men before him.

He assumed they were male, as they had strange haircuts and even stranger clothing. They reminded him, a bit, of Cole. Cole was odd, but he was harmless. Let him just hope that these two were harmless as well. They could be demons in disguise. Cole would know. He was a spirit.

“One behind the Inquisitor, one behind me, hold on tight,” Commander Cullen said, as the two got situated on the backs of the steeds.

“How tightly do I need to hold?” Phil asked, as he gently put his arms around the man’s waist to stay on.

“Tight, but not too tight. Enough to hold yourself to the equine steed. I will let you know if you start to slip off,” Cullen answered, and glanced over at the Inquisitor.

She was gently guiding Dan’s hands to her waist, and wrapped them just so. He knew there wasn’t anything romantic in what she did. She saved her romance for him, only for him, and he returned the favour. They were just ensconcing these two into the camp, where they would be closely watched. And should danger arise, he knew that Cole, or Varric, or even Iron Bull would alert him to the trouble.

Firstly thus they must be outfitted in armour and overlying layers of cloth. Not his coat. For his coat was what made him a commander. No, perhaps they could be runners? He needed some more. His runners were becoming short of supply.

This damned War. He shook his head, as they trotted off. But his passenger started making gurgling sounds.

“I’m not very good with motion,” the person, Phil? What an odd name; spoke up as a disgusting sound filled the Commander’s ears.

“Maker’s Breath! Please tell me that, that was a figment of my imagination?” Cullen asked, as he turned his head sideways and found a green faced man, with a hand over his mouth. Surely his stomach could not be that weak.

“I’ve got trouble with motion sickness,˜Phil’ said. Just as the Inquisitor cantered alongside him and gave Cullen a quizzical look.

‘Dan’ spoke, “Phil are you okay?”

“No! Motion sick, and I didn’t even bring my pillow, and I.... chunks,” Phil finished lamely.

“We’ll be at camp soon. You can have a lie down,” Dan said.

“I-I hope I can survive the ride,” Phil chuckled nervously.

Both the Inquisitor and Commander shook their heads at each other. They, all four, arrived at the camp in more or less one piece. Someone took their horses, the Inquisitor went off to do something, and it was up to Cullen to outfit the two in something more proper

“You will want to dress,” Cullen said in what was his ’offhanded manner’.

“What’s wrong with my black jeans and black shirt?” Dan asked.

“For one it’s unnatural, for two, you are shivering,” Cullen looked in askance.

“But black makes him feel safe,” the other spoke up.

“Shhh Phil. If we’re here we might as well blend in,” Dan suggested.

“Ah yes, and you will be free to walk about. Do Not touch anything, or it will be upon your heads,” Cullen advised.

They mutely nodded, and Cullen walked them to the outfitters’ station.

“We need two runners’ uniforms,” Cullen ordered.

“Where did you find these two?” The outfitter was trying not to snicker.

“They were lost, the Inquisitor and I thought it best that they be brought here. However, they need other clothes,” Cullen answered.

“Of course,” The outfitter nodded, and left the three to themselves.

Things were awkward to say the least.

“What do ‘runners’ look like?” Phil wondered.

How should I know? I hope that whatever they’re putting us in, is aesthetically pleasing,” Dan answered.

“Me too. I like to match,” Phil replied as they waited.

“What about my jeans? They’d better not burn them!” Dan was suddenly in panic mode.

“Our jeans!” Phil put a hand over his mouth in shock.

“Maybe we can hide them? Or wear them underneath our new clothes?” Dan was now in planning mode.

The person came back with flappy looking robes and some armour.

“Oh....No!” Dan said, and shook his head vigorously.

“It can’t be that bad,” Phil said.

“Can’t....be... That...BAD?! Why the hell do you have to be so optimistic?” Dan held the fabric between his thumb and forefinger.

“I suggest you put the metal shoulder on first, and then fold the robe a bit, and fit it over....You’re the tallest runners we’ve ever had. I do hope you’re fast,” the outfitter said.

“Running?” Phil gulped.

“I am not running....Exercise, is evil!” Dan stated.

“How are we going to run anyway?” Phil asked.

“The best way we know how. Without falling over and dying,” Dan replied.

“How?” Phil asked.

“I don’t know!” Dan sighed. This was not something he was looking forward to at all.

Meantime in the Inquisitor’s tent:

Everyone was milling about. The Inquisitor and Cullen were shooting meaningful glances at each other, and though the whole of them; Josephine, Cassandra, Varric, and Iron Bull knew about them, they were very anxious to know what had happened during their scouting.

“Well?” Cassandra asked, and folded her arms across her chest.

“More fissures have opened,” Trevelyn answered.

“I thought the problem was taken care of?” Cassandra said, and looked between both Cullen and Trevelyn.

“As did I. But apparently not, and two strangers fell through. Though I believe, they are from a different time,” Cullen started pacing.

“Strangers?” Iron Bull was on the alert now, he and Varric exchanged glances.

“Harmless to be sure, but just in case, we’ll have Cole befriend them,” Cullen answered.

“Cole would be excellent. He has a nose for these things. He can read their minds,” Cassandra nodded.

“Where is he? Cassandra asked.

“He was sniffing about the food carts,” Varric said.

“I am here, though you do not notice me, I still watch. I still observe,” Cole stepped out from the shadows.

“Right. Uh, Cole, we have an important assignment for you. If you will take it,” Trevelyn kindly said.

“Of course, Inquisitor. I have seen those two men you are thinking about . They are odd. Like me. I am glad they are odd,” Cole said unexpectedly, making the Inquisitor smile.

“Just make friends with them,” Cullen said, a bit impatiently.

“I would very much like to be their friend,” Cole answered, and disappeared.

“Well that’s them sorted. I would like to see them,” Iron Bull said, his muscles rippling.

“They assessed my handsomeness,” Cullen sniffed, and looked quite disapproving.

“Well Commander, they are not wrong. You are a fine specimen. It’s a shame I can not hold your affections, nor the Inquisitor’s. Though I have tried,” Iron Bull smirked.

“I am sorry, Bull I prefer...” Trevelyn smiled ever so slightly at Cullen, who returned it with an imperceptible nod, and continued pacing.

“Yes, your preferences have been duly noted,” Bull grinned and was silent. He continued to smirk however.

“You will find them in....” The Inquisitor stilled her voice, as Cole had disappeared in a puff of smoke.

“Are they to be given free rein?” Josephine asked.

“Only so far. Like with Cole. We’ll have to keep an eye on them at all times. We need some new runners,” the Inquisitor spoke up.

“Ahh yes, runners, we’ve been going through a lot of them lately.

“Seems the opposition does not like our meddling,” Cassandra smirked a bit.

“They are efficient,” Trevelyn put in.

“Of course they’re efficient, and they bring and send messages. But can these two be trained in the right way? Will they prove their salt?” Josephine mused.

“If they are trained by the correct people. Varric, The Iron Bull, and I, will train them,” Cullen said.

“But you have got so many under your command, Cullen; is that wise of you?” Varric asked.

“I am the best at my chosen profession,” Cullen answered without preamble.

“Nobody doubts your proficiency Cullen. Just do not take on more than you can handle,” Trevelyn said, as she began pacing as well.

In the Runner’s Station:

Cole reappeared, but he didn’t let the clothier see him. He sneaked behind some boxes, until he came upon the two out of timers. He looked up at them from under his wide brimmed hat with a metal overlay. He was quiet, he wouldn’t let them see him for a while. He needed to read their thoughts, he needed to say the thoughts out loud.

He was looking forward to helping them. They did need help. This was not their time. Their minds were racing with, ‘computers’, and ˜laptops’, and ‘web cameras’, and something called ‘The Internet’. Whatever ‘phones’ were, and ‘Audience’, ˜Phans’, and ‘Community’.

He was curious. His interest was piqued. He was trying to formulate how to work out the words, and draw their interest, then make them forget.

He smiled at himself, emitting a low chuckle. He made it so that they could see him.

“The fuck?!” Dan jumped, and placed a hand over his heart.

Phil covered his face with his hands and his eyes widened.

“Oh God! Your hat! It’s...” Dan tried to think of something nice to say.

“Your hat is wide brimmed and cloth and metal, and fabulous,” Phil helped.

“Yeah, thanks Phil,” Dan said.

“You’re welcome,” Phil said, and circled Cole.

“Why are you going in circles? Shouldn’t you stand still? Won’t you fall?” Cole asked.

“I don’t feel dizzy,” Phil answered.

“You are an odd one, like me. You’ve got a way with words, making them spiral up and down like a delightful snowfall,” Cole’s eyes sparkled.

“I make poems on accident,” Phil confirmed.

Cole turned to Dan furrowing his brows,

“And, you, you feel as if you’ve not got a soul. But your soul flickers like a torch; and you are very kind. But you think you are an awful human, but you are not. If you were awful, he would not be your friend. He would have thrown you out of the....What is a ‘flat’? Is it truly flat? Do you stand in a corner? Are you not cold?” Cole started doing his thinking/reading minds thing.

It was what he did.

“May I ask you more questions?” Cole asked almost without preamble, as the two side glanced at each other.

“Of course,” Phil said, a bit too brightly.

“I reckon," Dan was much more cautious, but they had both ‘agreed’ through one of their ‘eye conversations’ that he was allowed. Cole seemed safe.

“What is the ‘Inter-net’?” Cole made the word into two syllables. ”Also, what are phones? What are Phans? What...” He stopped as they started chuckling.

“Are they jokes?” Cole was thoroughly confused.

“It all depends on how full you think the glass is. Some are jokes, some are serious,” Dan tried to explain.

“But you see the internet....” Phil put a finger to his chin in a thinking pose.

“I see waves of something that will give you a right shock, and black and white snow,” Cole, suddenly, announced.

“You see waves?” Dan was intrigued.

“The black and white snow is called static,” Phil put in.

“Static? I like that,” Cole nodded, and he smiled a little.

“We have a question,” Dan started.

“Yes?” Cole furrowed his brows.

“What are runners?” Phil asked.

“And why are they important?” Dan asked right after.

“Runners carry secret messages back and forth,” Cole said. “And they use ravens,” Cole added.

“Ravens?” Dan asked.

“Probably like Twitter,” Phil answered.

“Twitter?” Cole looked confused again.

“Part of the waves and the black and white snow,” Phil answered, as he and Cole seemed to be on equal, lateral thinking ground.

“Ahhh,” Cole still looked quite confused, but he was trying to understand.

“See we use a thing called ‘Twitter’ that gives you small messages back and forth,” Dan started.

“And it’s got a blue square with a white bird as a mascot,” Phil replied.

“Ahhh, and the bird...One moment..” Cole closed his eyes and nodded. “Ahhh yes, it looks a bit like a raven,” Cole picked up his sentence and looked deep into Dan and Phil’s eyes.

“But these are going to be real live birds that we have to handle, and I don’t think they have latex gloves here Phil!” Dan started getting panicky again.

“Calm down, if I can tame the pigeons at our flat, then I can handle a raven,” Phil said, looking absolutely delighted at the prospect of using a raven.

Dan breathed in and out of his nose, his heart was racing and he felt the flight or fight instinct start kicking in. “I am not going near medieval disease ridden birds!” Dan spluttered out.

“Abidda badda....Shhhhhh....Calm Down!” Phil put a hand towards Dan’s mouth to silence his friend. Dan went cross eyed, and glared at Phil. His eyebrows giving his face a dark look

“Don’t you pout at me. I’m saying if we’re ever separated, and I’m sure we will be, we will be able to still communicate. Using a quill and ink will be horrible. But it’ll be fun! Think of it like an adventure!” Phil looked absolutely giddy.

“You’re so full of fucking joy I could hurl chunks right now!” But even Dan was sort of starting to warm up to the idea.

Cole looked back and forth between the two friends, the arguing was almost, if not, quite as entertaining as when the Commander and the Inquisitor argued. He could tell that though these two were arguing, they were so close that they were not really angry with each other.

“The birds are quite tame,” Cole offered.

“Seeeeee!” Phil gestured.

“Seeeeeeee....What?!” Dan bit out.

“The birds are tame, and we won’t have any trouble tying on the messages to their legs,” Phil answered.

“Oh no, our ravens carry the messages between their beaks,” Cole spoke again.

“I’ll get bit, but I’ll learn,” Phil nodded.

“I’m not getting bit by diseased medieval birds!” Dan yelped out again.

“They are gentled, they will not bite,” Cole tried to assuage the youngling’s fear, and patted Dan’s shoulder, a bit roughly, for Dan lurched forward.

#DanandPhil/Dragon Age fanfiction

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suzyqrara · 5 years

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August 22, 2019

So today I had an awful attitude that led Mason to have an awful tantrum that could almost have ended very badly for both of us. I can’t sleep, though I’m tired, so I wanted to ease my mind by replaying what happened and then going back and figuring out what I should have done to make the outcome different. The day was fine in the beginning. Mason went to Skyzone camp, I picked him up, I prepared him for going to the store with Jessica TO PREVENT a tantrum as she pulls up at my house. FIRST IRRITANT: I made Mason a “special” mac and cheese with Butternut Squash and other ingredients to make the cheesy sauce part. I spent an hour preparing the squash (baking it) then dicing it, then blending it with other ingredients. I made him a plate of my new mac and cheese. I tried it and it was NOT GOOD. I gave it to him because I had nothing else to give him and he sat to eat with no issues, but he did not like it. I sighed heavily and angerly, but I understood why he didn’t want to eat it. I threw it out and I gave him pasta with spaghetti sauce and hotdogs. I was upset because I couldn’t cook my son food he liked. He has been eating bad food all week because he doesn’t like the food that I make. So I wasn’t mad at him not liking the mac and cheese, I was mad at him for refusing to eat the food I prepare for him. This is when I started to feel a little moody. Then, Mason had pasta sauce all over his clothes, I told him to change it. I got upset about that because I thought if Jessica would have come now, we wouldn’t leave until an hour from now. I was irritated that he couldn’t eat neatly. He ended up changing his underwear too and I told him if you change your underwear then we will have to take a quick shower. He was sweaty from Skycamp and I initially wanted to bathe him right before sleep. But if he puts on new underwear now and then puts on another pair 2 hours later because we took a bath, it would have been a waste of clean underwear. After a little repeating, he agrees to take a quick shower. He took the shower and I finally ate my dinner. I got upset at my dinner because it wasn’t satisfying. I made a burger again with lettuce which was amazing and I ate cauliflower for the veggie. It was really nasty. IRRITANT 2: So I got upset again because it confirmed that I am not a good cook and I got irritated. After eating, Jessica texted me and told me she was at my house. I put on Mason’s shoes and I let down my hair. IRRITANT 3: I started to sweat really bad and it added to my irritability. I went to go get the booster seat and Mason stayed home to finish putting on his shoes. IRRITANT 4: He came out crying and that got me super irritated because I KNEW he was crying over something really stupid. I walked up to him very annoyed and said, “what happened?” He told me that something was pointy in his shoes. I told him lets go in the car and Ill take care of it later. He started taking off his shoes and I KNEW we would take an hour before he went inside the car. I got even more irritated and I literally said, “I hate you right now.” Under my breath. I took the shoe to see if anything was inside of it and there wasn’t. I put on the shoe and I told him to get in the car. He kept crying but this time he was crying because I was mad at him. Jessica didn’t help, she was giving him an attitude and I started giving him an attitude because he wasn’t calming down and when we tell him to wait he would say ,”NO” so I screamed, “Shut UP” This set the tone for the rest of the night. Once I blew some steam in our drive to the eyebrow place for Jessica I got a little energy to help him with his shoes. Jessica went to get her eyebrows done and I went outside into the back seat and took off his shoes and socks because apparently something in his socks was pointy. I took off his socks and told him we will have to walk without socks for today. We then went to Kohls. As we were getting out of the car, Mason was giving me a hard time getting out the car. He was mocking me and hitting me. This annoyed me so I reminded him if he wanted “nice mommy” to stay, he needed to make sure he was a nice Mason. I told him if he was a good boy at the store, I would give him a kiss. He was good for a good while. He was so good I decided I would buy him a dinosaur shirt he wanted. We were walking around the store fine with his shirt. Then we went into the cashier line. Mason hit me or did something that embarrassed me. I don’t really remember what it was but I did feel embarrassed. I was on alert to make sure he does not continue the embarrassing behavior. I told him to stop doing something which he didn’t stop. Then I saw him breathing on the mirror and he looked like he didn’t have any sense. I automatically intervened and went up to his face and told him to stop breathing on the mirror or I will not buy the shirt for him. He tested me and he still breathed in the mirror. I did what I said I was going to do and I told him, “ok I am not buying the shirt anymore.” He started wailing and embarrassed me even more. I told him we are not buying the shirt. He screamed again, “I want the shirt” I tried taking the shirt from him and he wouldn’t give it to me. He started running away from me with the shirt. I decided I needed to get us out of the line, so I started walking out of the line and told him to follow me. I walked far and he stayed there crying. He started throwing the shirt on the floor and picking it up to throw it again. I went up to him to get the shirt but as I came closer to him, he began walking away from me. So, I turned around and started walking further away from him. This worked because as I was getting farther, he started to follow me. He followed me up to the shoes and I decided I need to make him sit on my lap so, A) I can get the shirt and B) I can control him a little more because the last thing I wanted was to chase him down the store. I held him and I told him I will let go as soon as he calms down. He was screaming “let go of me!” IRRITANT FACTOR THAT WENT FROM 5 TO 10. This reminded me of Sive from North star. I kept holding on to him and he would turn his body and became hard for me to keep holding him. He finally calmed down a little bit and I told him to give me the shirt. Then he started all over again. I yanked the shirt out of his hand and put it somewhere next to me where he couldn’t get it. He started squirming to get the shirt. He squirmed so much that he slid out of my arms and that's when I decided we needed to get the fuck out of this store. I took his hand and started walking, but he kept resisting. I stopped holding his arm because if I would have kept on holding him, it would have looked like abuse. I started walking from him again and he started screaming “mommy”. I turned around and stuck out my hand to show ppl that I am asking him to hold my hand. He said NO. I walked further from him near the exit, same thing “Mommy!” I hold out my hand…”NO”. Walked to the exit and I took his arm and walked him to the car with ANGER…with PURPOSE and I knew I was about to lay down the law in the car. I took him to the car, I opened the door and told him to get inside. He started saying “no” so, I hovered my body to him and slightly pushed him inside the car. His legs were where I was planning on sitting so I forcefully moved his legs. I closed the door and pulled down his pants and hit his butt with my palm three times. I screamed so loud and I got in his face because I needed him to feel my RAGE. I took a flip flop off and I hit his shin with my flip flop. Then some Indian lady knocks on the car door and tells me I shouldn’t hit my child. Anyway, it was really awkward. I told her I was giving him “pow pows” because of how he was acting in the store. IDK why I felt the need to explain myself but I did. Jessica tried to stand up to her. But I wanted to keep this professional and I did not want to let my emotions take over with this bitch too because then it would have started an even bigger scene and I hate when ppl watch. I didn’t want to seem crazy so, I said: “I appreciate your concern, but he was not behaving properly in the store I will give him ‘pow pow’ in the butt.” I seemed like such a little wimp. I didn’t know what to say but I explained myself to her. Anyway, that’s something for another day. Anyway, she kept repeating it over and over, “it's against the law.” Blah blah. I responded with “thank you again for your concern but it is unnecessary” and I went into the passenger side of the car and we drove off. I started screaming awful things. I was embarrassed, humiliated and I felt so awful for being such a bad mom. I started telling Mason I didn’t want to be his mom anymore. I started screaming how I didn’t want to be a parent anymore. I called mason “fucking asshole” and just verbally shitted everywhere, screaming so loud and so high pitched. I needed to let my anger out and I didn’t care what Jessica thought of me. I didn’t care how awful I sounded, I was so angry. I was even angrier after saying mean things about Mason. I started getting from angry at Mason, to angry at myself and I started to cry like a baby. Mason looked so scared and I told him he was going to have a new mommy because I didn’t want to be his mommy anymore if he acts like that. I told him to shut up a second time in the car.

So now how things could have been different.

It was all manageable up until I saw him breathing on the mirror. What I should have done was told him to look at me and told him this, “Mason, I told you to stop breathing on the mirror. You are still breathing on the mirror, this tells me you are trying to be “bad Mason.” Is bad Mason trying to come out?” He would have easily told me no. if he would have given me attitude, I would have said, “If bad Mason is coming out that means “bad mommy” will be out soon. Do you want “mean mommy” to come out?” He would have cried, but he would have stopped breathing. I would have then told him, “If you want to keep “nice mommy”, I need you to be a “good mason” and listen to me when I say stop breathing on the mirror.” That would have gotten Mason to stop 100%. I think I did fine while he was having his tantrum, I tried staying as calm and collected as possible. When we got into the car, I should have sat in the passenger seat and just waited for him to stop crying. For Mason, it is enough punishment to see me angry and not talking to him. Then when he calmed down, I would have calmed down and I would talk to him. This would have been better. Mason is a good boy and he hates it when I am mad at him. He starts defending himself and then acting even meaner because he is upset he made me upset. I don’t want to hit him anymore because he knows “mean mommy” now and I don’t want him to remember me as always being “mean mommy.” I'll remind him time to time about “mean mommy” when he is irritating the shit out of me, but I won’t hit him anymore because I felt humiliated when that bitch was telling me I shouldn’t hit kids. Even though she is an ass hole for intervening and judging me. I am thankful for people like her because they stand up for children whose parents are psycho fucks and they hit them for a living. I don’t want someone judging me as a psycho parent. That was humiliating.

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storytimewithyoshi-blog · 7 years

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Erebor

Erebor, a land full of kings, kingdoms, castles, and legions of armies. Vast deserts, soaring mountains, and raging rivers surround you, young traveler, what do you do? Do you become part of a kingdom? Make your own? You decide in this new virtual reality game, Erebor. “Wow! I can’t believe we finally saved up enough money to buy the gear and the game!” Arthur said to his friend, Lancelot, as he was punching in his lunch number. “I know! We may be only sixteen, but after saving our allowance money and picking up yardwork jobs we finally got it.” Replied Lancelot, also putting in his lunch number, “I can’t wait to try it out!” “Me too! But, it’s too bad we have the rest of the school day to get through.” Sighed Arthur as he was searching the lunch room for a place to sit. “Well look on the bright side Arthur, its Friday, you’re coming home with me tonight, and my mom doesn’t care how late we stay up playing.” “You’re right, Lancelot. That is the brighter side of things, but that doesn’t help the fact that we still have three hours left of school and they are my least favorite classes.” “True, true” Lancelot said as he pointed out an open table for them to sit at. “I guess will have to hope the rest of the day spe-“ “What do you shrimps think you’re doing at this table?” Said a tall, muscular boy flanked by two other boys. “Oh you know just about to sit at it and eat our lunch like you would expect a person to do during lunch” replied Arthur as he sat down with Lancelot. “Well I don’t know if you realized what table you are at because this is our table and if you don’t want to get pounded then you better move.” Said the tall boy “Oh, really? How are you going to do that right now with two teachers and the vice principle just over there? Tell me that.” After that remark the boy walked away and his two friends followed “Well that went better than expected” Lancelot said to Arthur “I know” Arthur replied “Maybe too well” Arthur and Lancelot dropped the subject then and went on eating their school lunches, which for that day, was spaghetti. After Arthur and Lancelot were done eating their food they went to go dump their trays for the cooks to clean them. On their way out of the line to dump their trays they were pulled aside by the vice principle Mr. Daniel. Both Arthur and Lancelot had confused expressions on their faces because they had no idea what they did wrong. Mr. Daniel was the first to speak. “I need you two to come with me to my office.” As he started heading toward the exit of the lunch room “Right now, sir?” Lancelot asked as he began to follow “Yes right now, something has been brought to my attention about you two.” “May I ask what was brought to your attention sir?” Arthur asked, they were just then leaving the lunch room “We can talk about that when we get to my office” was Mr. Daniels reply. Nobody else spoke until they got to his office. When Arthur and Lancelot entered Mr. Daniel’s office they were told to sit down at the chairs next to his desk. “It has come to my attention that there has been some harassment and bullying going on here at the school, do you guys have a part in this?” Both Arthur and Lancelot shook their heads no. “Well I don’t know what to say then boys because I have sources that tell me otherwise.” “What! No way! Lancelot and I don’t harass anyone! The only harassment going on with us is those jerks that always pick on us!” Arthur finally blurted out. “And who might those jerks be?” asked Mr. Daniel “Bruce, Charles, and Henry.” Replied Lancelot “Huh well that’s funny, because they are the ones saying you harassed them and they don’t seem like the students so low about something like this.” “And you think we would?!?” said Arthur. “Actually yes I do think you harass those boys because this is not the first report from them and I don't see why they would harass you two because they know that they would end up losing their starting position the football team.” “How is that a legitimate reason to believe them?” Arthur said getting slightly upset. “And what do you “this isn’t the first report” Lancelot and I do not harass them!” “They have complained about you two twice before for harassing and teasing them during the lunch hour so I have no choice but to give a call to both your parents and that’s that now you both may go to your next class.” Both of the boys left Mr. Daniel’s office and headed to their lockers. “Well I am totally getting grounded and am going to be told I can’t come over anymore tonight” groaned Arthur “My mom probably won’t ground me or anything because she will know that it is just a bunch of lies” replied Lancelot “Lucky, maybe your mom should convince my mom that it is just a bunch of rubbish and that I should still be able to come over tonight” Arthur sarcastically said as he finally reached his locker. “I guess we will just have to finish the day and see how badly I get punished.” “I guess” Lancelot sighed also reaching his locker which was a little farther down than Arthur’s. After both Arthur and Lancelot were some at their lockers they headed to their fourth blue class, 10th grade biology. The two boys entered the classroom and headed to their seats which were pretty much in the center of the classroom, they noticed a sheet of paper on their desks, “What's this? “Asked Lancelot going to grab his sheet off his desk before being stopped by his teacher “That, Lancelot, is something for mw to know and you to find out in just a few moments.” “Oh” Lancelot said confused while looking at Arthur who just shrugged his shoulders. “Now I would like you all to put all of your materials beside a pencil under your desks” so everyone did as they were told none of which knew why they were doing it “ Now to answer the question about the sheets on your desks, it’s a quiz” groans sounded throughout the room “I know that none of you were warned about this but that is why they call it a pop quiz. I also hope that you know this chapter’s content because that is what this quiz is on” more groans sounded from the class loud ones coming Arthur because he has never been particularly good at science. Lancelot on the other hand, had a natural talent for science and this quiz didn’t seem to bother him one bit. “You all mist put your devices in this front bucket and then you may begin your quiz” the teacher finally concluded. So everybody got who had a device got up, put their devices into the basket, and then started on their quiz. The classroom was quiet for about twenty minutes until Lancelot got up to turn in his already completed quiz. He was normally the first one done so it wasn’t really a surprise to anyone. Slowly but surely everyone else finished their quizzes until, finally, Arthur turned the last quiz in. With about five minutes left of class the teacher finally said “ You may now go and retrieve your phones out of the basket and converse for the last five minutes of class.” Everyone then got out of their seats and did as they were told. The last five minutes quickly went by and the end of class bell finally rang. Arthur and Lancelot left class for their last class of the day, English. When Arthur and Lancelot reached their English class they saw one of the best things they could have seen, a substitute teacher. “Yes!! I love substitute teachers” said Arthur “Well that means we probably won’t be doing anything today” Lancelot said as he sat in his seat. “And that’s a good thing!” Arthur replied as he sat into his own seat “Alright everyone I am Mr. Johnson and I am your substitute teacher for the day. We don’t have anything in particular to do today so if you have any homework from your other classes you can use this hour to do that.” The rest of the hour went quite fast for Arthur and Lancelot and before they knew it they were on their way home from school. Both Arthur and Lancelot lived close enough to the school that they could just walk home and not have to ride the bus. When they reached Lancelot’s house he went inside and Arthur kept on going down a few houses to his own. As soon as he walked inside his mom was standing there with her arms crossed “ So I got a call from school today. You were harassing someone?” “No mom it wasn’t like that Lancelot and I weren’t harassing anyone, if anything we were the ones getting harassed!” “I don’t care you’re not going to Lancelot’s house tonight and that’s the end of it” “What? I don’t even get to argue about it?” “No you don’t I made my decision before you came home and that’s it. Now go to your room and do any of your homework and don’t come down till supper” So Arthur took his shoes off and went to his room. He got to his room and started doing his health homework. Arthur was progressing quite well until he remembered that his new system was in his closet! He had forgotten all about it when he got home and never gave it to his mom. “Sweet!” Arthur said to himself “Come and eat” Arthur’s mom yelled up the stairs. So Arthur got and went downstairs to eat. He ate his food quickly and without speaking so he could finish his food as fast as possible. “Why are you in such a hurry?” asked his mom. “I just have a lot of homework I need to get done and I don’t want to have to do it tomorrow.” He then quickly went to his room before he could be questioned any more. When he got to his room he went directly to his closet and grabbed his new console and a walkie talkie. He dialed to walkie talkie to 4 and asked “Lancelot you there?” and while he waited for a response he started opening his console. “Yeah I’m here Arthur, can you still come over?” “No but I have my console still so I'm going to play. You just got to let me set it up first” “Okey dokey artichokey just make sure to tell me when you’re done” “Ok” Arthur said as he continued getting the console ready. Some time passed before he got the system all set up “Alright I got it ready now Lance” “Alright ill message you over the system when I get ready and on” “Ok talk to you then” Arthur then went back to his machine, sat down next to it, and then put on the glasses. Brain scan initiated…… Brain scan completed entering game now Arthur saw a bright flash of white light and when his eyes finally adjusted he could see a large, bright, and yellow sun in a clear blue sky. Arthur was standing on a trail in a large grass field and he could see large mountains in the distance with visible snow caps on top of them. To Arthur’s right was a sign that read “Ordo 1mi” and pointed one direction down the trail. Arthur was about to follow the direction the arrow sign pointed until he was interrupted by a loud, commanding voice that said “Welcome to Erebor, a land full of kings, kingdoms, castles, and legions of armies. Full of mountains, deserts, rivers, valleys, and grasslands you will always be exploring. Cities and villages will always be welcoming and will always treat you nicely as long as you pay the price. Explore, fight, command, it’s up to you young traveler to decide what you do with your experience but I am here to say Welcome to Erebor!” “Alrighty then” Arthur said to himself slightly confused because he didn’t know where that voice came from, “That must have been the beginning monolog, kinda confusing I’d say” Arthur then took one last look at the sign next to him and headed for Ordo. About ten minutes into his walk Arthur remembered he was so message Lancelot once he got into the game “Now how do I open the menu” Arthur started to wave his hands around until when he waved his left hand to the left a small opaque projection of a menu popped up in front of him. The menu had things listed such as the map a friends list and an equipment list. He put his hand over the friends list and another list of things popped up so Arthur put his hand over the add friend spot on the list and it asked for the username for the friend he wanted to add so Arthur put in Lancelot’s username which he told was going to be Lancelot1226. The username worked and he then sent a message to Lancelot telling him to meet at the town named Ordo. About another 15 minutes passed when Arthur could finally see Ordo in the distance also at the same time he got a message back from Lancelot saying to meet him at the hogs-eye inn inside Ordo. Arthur then sent a message back saying he would be there soon. As Arthur walked into the gates of ordo he was greeted by an old man dressed in a brown tunic came up to Arthur and said “Welcome to Ordo! Ordo is one of the three biggest cities in all of Erebor. Ordo has its own inn, weapon shop, clothing shop, and an armor shop. There are many other shops here but I’m sure you don’t really care about those do you know traveler. The center of the city is represented by a very large fountain. And from that spot you will be able to see moat of the shops you need to get to.” The man smiled “If you need to know any other directions I stand by the front gates during daylight hours.” The old man then walked over to his past NEC to the gate. “Well that was interesting” Arthur said to himself “I better get to that main fountain so I can find where this hogs-eye inn is and meet up with Lancelot.” Arthur then kept heading forward to find the fountain in the middle of the city. After a short walk Arthur finally reached the mountain in the middle of the city. There he found a large crowd of people standing around it. And that’s when Arthur himself saw what they were all staring at; a large projection of a hooded figure was above the fountain. Then the figure spoke “Hello all players of Erebor! I hope you ate having fun playing the game because you won't be leaving anytime soon. You will all notice that the logout button on your menu screen is no longer there and that is because I, Maliki, have changed the rules of the game, you are no longer playing for fun but for your life. The new goal of the game is top beat it in order to go home. But it's not as simple as that. If you die in this game you will die in real life.” Every single player gasped and a few even screamed “Also if you family members try to disconnect from the outside you will also die.” Even more gasps and screams came out of the players “Now have fun trying to complete the game without dying so you can get home to your families!” His apparition then disappeared from above the fountain and everyone looked around at each other not knowing what to say or do. Finally Arthur broke the silence and said “What are we waiting for lets hurry up and bear this game!” a few people cheered in an agreeing matter the others were still in shock. But Arthurs comment got everyone moving again and at least doing something. Afterwards Arthur continued to the hogs-eye inn to meet up with Lancelot. When he entered the inn he immediately saw Lancelot sitting at a table so Arthur walked over to him. “Did you hear all that?” asked Arthur “I sure did” replied Lancelot “it’s crazy” “I know” said Arthur” My mom is going to freak when she finds out I played this without asking and now I’m stuck in here.” “Don’t you realize how serious this is Arthur!? We are trapped in this game until we beat it and if we die then we are done for good! No respawns! How are we going to do this?” “I guess we will just have to beat the game. You and I both we can do it we’ve done it with plenty others” said Arthur “I guess your right but how do we even beat the game? No one told us” said Lancelot “I bet I know a guy who may know or may know a guy who knows” replied Arthur “Alright well lead me to him.” Lancelot said as he got out of his seat at the table. Arthur and Lancelot left the inn together in search of the man Arthur thinks may know how to beat the game. Arthur stopped next to the old man next to the front gates of Ordo. “Hello young traveler, nice to see you again!” “Nice to see you too old man” Arthur replied “I have a question” “Anything young traveler” “How do you beat this game?” “That is a simple one young traveler, you must clear the five monster hives in each of the three worlds.” “Simple, yeah right” mumbled Lancelot “We can do it Lancelot don’t worry” Arthur said supportively “It’ll only take time” “Time we may not have” was Lancelot’s response “I guess that is our mission now, to destroy all fifteen different monster hives!!”

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