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pigerludio · 6 months

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Emotions. Memories. Life. Fanfic. Undertale AU.

-Part 1-

Category: Gen, 16+ maybe?

Character: Frink, Mirror, Seller, AI Dream

Warnings: Obscene language, Inhuman morality, OC, Mental disorders, Psychological traumas, Rating for profanity, Gray morality, OOC,

Other tags: AU, In one body, Drabble, Parallel Worlds, Under the same roof, A collection of drabbles, Elements of psychology, Elements of humor / Elements of banter.

- Created by the desire to ✨ create✨

- Tags will be added as they are written.

- Predominantly bone-shake, though it's not a fact that this will always be the case.

- EML is: Acute Incident stories, (sick)everyday life of HWS, spending time with the AI inhabitants, living the dead and not quite alternatives, and just the creeping of bone-gnaw in the knowledge of their mortal existence.

— Just admit you didn't do a good job. – The skeleton sought to calm, if not calm, then at least bring the rampaging guardian to his senses.

— Admit defeat, and move on. – And he still has the same guy in front of him. Only now he's facing him: the left pupil, burning blue, stares coldly, indifferently:

— Admit defeat and move on. – No… wait, what's that's boy doing here? What's he doing in HE memories? In HIS battle right here and now?

— You lose. – The words of the main enemy echo in his head. No, he can't lose. Concentrate, come on! His head splintered, as if it were about to crack, turning to dust. In his case, it was more like a puddle of ink that was as flammable as his blood. His trembling hands clutch his weapon with all their might. In front of his eyes, a frozen image of reality, an image from many years ago:

— You lose. – The words come alive. Not an enemy, no, someone painfully familiar. Too bad the unknown man has his back turned to him. Too bad he doesn't remember him anymore. It's not the first time he's been visited by memories and visions of this nice guy. And while in them the stranger plays not the most pleasant role. In this particular memory, the stranger does not hear his requests. His posture, his intonation, the tilt of his head: everything looks the same as it did a few seconds earlier. But unlike he recent rival, the stranger's bones are a milky white color. Someone had said a similar phrase to him before, with the same meaning, and that memory somehow gave meaning to the enemy's phrase. It annoyed the hell out. Gave him motivation to move on.

— Huh – With an effort, he raises his head and directs his gaze to the back of his enemy. Wiping the residual ink from his face, he gets to his feet, leaning on his tool:

— YOU'RE WRONG. – He speaks clearly, snatching a red-colored pill from the dispenser. Thoughts turn a vengeful, angry color. The same color as his T-shirt. The same color as his pupil sights.

The lunge forward was too abrupt and a bit ill-conceived. As soon as the wearer of the gray cloak raised his arm up, the violet strings twisted the white skeleton. His attempts to break free resulted in more pain and weakness, more irritation and hatred. Even more unfortunately.

— Stop it. Just admit you didn't do a good job. – The calm, ingratiating voice did not jump in pitch, only sounded irregular, mechanical notes. The skeleton sought to calm, if not calm, then at least bring the rampaging guardian to his senses. His heterochromatic pupils contrasted against the blood-red eye sockets and dark bones hidden beneath the fabric of his cloak and T-shirt.

— Admit defeat, and move on. – And he still has the same guy in front of him. Only now he's facing him. Close enough to see: camouflage sweatshirt, long dark pants, boots, brown turtleneck, and a turquoise cape behind him. His white skull is covered in a multitude of scars – deep and not so deep. In the right eye socket is a black void covered by familiar lags. The left pupil, burning blue, stares coldly, indifferently. Judgmental:

— Admit defeat and move on. – No… wait, what's that's boy doing here? What's he doing in HE memories? In HIS battle right here and now?

Unintelligible whispers from different directions make he look around in bewilderment. Darkness thickens around them, forming shadows. The whispers intensify until they become deafening.

YOU LOST US..

— No…

WE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!

— Shut up!

LIAR..

…REMEMBER!

— YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!

He screams, grabbing his head with his hands. He doesn't want to hear their deafening rumble, he can't do anything stunned by that rumble. No, he can't remember, he has to keep fighting! But how, if he can't see anything in front of him – only feels incredible pain… It seems he fell, or is still falling, and what is happening is nothing more than a dream? The keeper rarely had dreams, so much so that he remembered them all by heart and by date. He desperately did not want to remember such a dream…

—̴͇̳͂F̸̢̀ŕ̸̨.̷̥͡.̴̹͂.̶̻́k̷̝̊?̴̗̈– Through the shroud of voices comes the irritating monotone of Mirror's voice… His eternal and main enemy, the destroyer. The dark-skinned man was always trying to ruin his life and the lives of those around him.

— …Ink! – Another voice sounds. His head clicks as the named one jumps up from the bed. A powerful arm stops him from falling, holding him in a sitting position with pressure. The dizziness gradually fades, as does the hitched breath.

With the ticking of the wall clock, Frink regains consciousness, squinting somewhat dazedly at his winged friend, who is frozen in worry. He is lying in a room, one of the many in RJ castle. The room is simple, even very simple – bare walls, a window with a carved grate, a sink and mirror in another corner of the room, a couple of doors, and a nightstand by the bed with a glass of water on it. Frink drains the cool contents immediately, without thinking about the safety of such an act.

What am I doin' here?

Being oblivious doesn't add up to peace of mind. He would have understood if he'd woken up on the ground or in the water, in a garbage can, an alternative Grillby's bar, in a sucking snowdrift, or, at the very least, in the company of the inhabitants of Underlust. But what was he doing here, next to a supposed ally, and was he an ally? He didn't understand.

— You awake? What the hell were you dreaming about? – Dream snorted, drawing attention to his angry self. Dream was the one responsible for the recent appearance of the dream to the guardian. To put it crudely, he was the only one he could come to just to sleep. But he did so only in extreme cases and as needed.l.

— I… I can't remember. – Dream only rolled his eyes at this response, twitching his wings behind his back in frustration. I should have smiled guiltily, but it was not easy to reach for the unknown where funked off lost dispenser, and the residual emotions for shame were not enough. The feathered man sighed, turning his gaze to the open window: judging by the bright sunlight, it was daytime outside, which meant that Dream had come to check on him for a reason:

— I have something for you. I'll meet you in my office in 30 minutes. Don't be late, please. – Another careful glance at the sleepy body of the guardian, and the feathered man hurried away from the stuffy room. It was only after he left that Frink realized how uncomfortable he felt being in a terribly empty room with white walls…

Checking under his pillow, the keeper exhaled with relief: he'd taken his diary with him, which was fortunate, because its current owner didn't remember a fucking thing about the last few hours of his life. Except for a bad dream, of course. The thought of that made he pause for a moment.

Dream's settings are off, so instead of a normal dream, I'm having a nightmare?

The role of Mirror in it was decisively unclear, though, what is to be said, judging by the entries in his diary, he had been fighting with him only lately. Boring and uninformative. The other boy, who looked like a Blue, but was also very different from him, was interesting.

The reason for the appearance of his person in the castle of the hyper-positive was not found at once: only on the fifth attempt Frink managed to read the assumption written in an inferior handwriting. He didn't seem to have been drinking, but it felt as if his hand was moving in all directions while writing. Judging by the notes, he came to the winged one for help – there was little strength left after the battle, he was exhausted to a critical minimum. He had taken back the world, but he didn't have enough strength for self-recovery.

And instead of just curing me, the idiot put me to sleep.

Frink clenched his teeth loudly, contemplating which feather to start plucking at the curious chicken's ass. As if the keeper didn't know what his feathered friend was doing while he slept! Sometimes he lost ink, and sometimes sheets with valuable notes, though Frink was 100% sure he'd never give them up voluntarily for anything in his life. His gaze caught on a scrawled but legible note on the Wingdings:

— And… what's that mean?

Indeed, the writing was legible, and to the keeper's delight he knew the Wingdings well. But that didn't change the unfortunate fact that the meaning of the writing was obscured by those mighty scribbles:

👎⚐

☠⚐❄

💧☹☜☜🏱

DO NOT SLEEP

A leaf that had fallen out from under the page added to the confusion. The text on it was written in the same messy handwriting:

— 👎⚐☠🕯❄ ❄☼🕆💧❄ ✌ 👌✋☼👎 🕈✋❄☟ ✌ ☝⚐☹👎☜☠ 👍✌☝☜📬 DON'T TRUST A BIRD WITH A GOLDEN CAGE. – He read it aloud, as if it could be a magic spell to get him out of trouble. The thought made me laugh a little – it was funny. — ⚐😐✌✡📪 ✋👎⚐☠🕯❄☞☼☜✌😐✋☠🕯 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎📬 OKAY, I DON'T FREAKIN' UNDERSTAND.

But that wasn't all! The new scrawl made his eye socket twitch nervously, and the darkest shadow of bewilderment appeared on his face:

💣✋☼☼⚐☼ 😐☠⚐🕈☜✞☜☼✡❄☟✋☠☝ MIRROR KNOWS EVERYTHING

— Oh yeah, thanks boss, that makes a lot more sense now!

And what does HIS name have to do with it? For the second entry in a row, Frink stoically ignores the hints of his previous notes that it would be «worth talking» to the owner of the deadly purple strings. Somehow he'll get by without that glitchy splinter. Filled with despondency at the domestic confusion, the guardian of the universes washed his face with cold water, noticing with suspicion the dispenser he was looking for on the sink.

Creators, save Dream, if he's gotten the idea to put something in my pills. I swear to Brut, I'll kick his ass!

Speaking of Brut: there was no sign of her anywhere in the room. It wasn't a problem to summon her right now – Frink had recovered enough, but he was afraid he'd snap and ruffle a feather or two. And that, no less than that, would result in a loud scandal and a relationship that the keeper had neither the time nor the energy for.

There weren't enough pills in the dispenser. Too few to be in his usual frenzied state, and too many to trash his surroundings with his energetic carcass. There was an option to flood the misery in blue, but Frink had cut that thought down early on, settling on a few colors and combinations. The orange and blue pills, two in number, were popped into his mouth at the same time, but the green pill, he later realized, was unnecessary. Disgust was the only thing he wanted to feel from this rather sticky situation though. Looking at himself in the mirror, he adjusted the black bandana that had fallen off to the side and the flame-patterned T-shirt that was literally begging to be washed. If Frink's biological clock was correct, he'd been awake for about ten minutes, and the feathered man's office was still about five minutes away.

As you wish, Creators.

He sighed humbly and headed out of the room. There were more things in the corridors, so maybe he's paranoia would fade into the background. Before he'd gone a couple of meters, Frink slapped his forehead, and with a tickling sensation of shame went back to the room to retrieve the dispenser he'd forgotten on the sink. It was a miracle he hadn't left his diary in his room. It was good that there was no one in the corridors – they would have thrown slanted, perplexed glances. Speaking of birds…

Which way is the winged one's office…?

— ⚐☟📪 ☞⚐☼ ☞🕆☠😐🕯💧 💧✌😐☜✏ OH, FOR FUNK'S SAKE!

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End, I think?)

#undertale #undertale au #Frink Sans #Mirror Sans #Seller Sans #dreamswap #Acute Incident #AI Dream Sans #AI Dream #Acute Incident Multiverse #AI Nightmare Sans #AI Nightmare #Radiant

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planetarybound · 1 year

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Mar 26, 2023by maia arson crimewin transphobia, leak, politics

the emails pt 2 - 810 more hateful emails

another collection of emails from 2017-2023 from the schupe archive

CLARIFICATION: i, maia, am not the source of this email leak, merely a publisher, since i feel that this should be more widely available than just to selected journalists

a few days after my original public release of 2600 pages of emails showing the massive anti-trans conspiracy in the US, xtra magazine released another article (which i highly recommend reading). this aritcle is notable since it's based on even more leaked emails than the mother jones story, elisa rae schupe has provided several journalists with an archive of her entire inbox from 2017-2023. i do not have access to that entire archive (and don't want to, given the amount of personal information), however i have been given access to 810 more notable emails and email threads, including twitter dm notifications, discussions with fox news journalists and much more.

i will not be providing much more of a summary of the contents here, besides what xtra covers and what other trans researchers and journalists will shortly be covering on twitter, since i do not wanna drown myself in transphobia. much love and respect to everyone who has the energy to do this digging, my job however is on another front, so i hope you undestand why this blog post is rather short <3. this also serves as a reminder to other members of the trans community that you do not always have to consume all the dreadful shit we are exposed to all day you are allowed to take a break and fight in other ways.

so anyways, here is 810 more eml files (which can be viewed with most desktop email clients) + most (but not all) attachments already extracted as files:

the emails pt. 2 - 810 more emails of anti trans hate.zip (810 eml files, ~30mb), available as a torrent (magnet)

if you liked this or any of my other work feel free to support me on my ko-fi. i am unemployed and poor and do this work for free because i enjoy it, so anything goes a long way.

#trans issues #trans rights #transphobes #transphobia #LGBT rights

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njadastonearm · 1 year

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2022 in books! All in all my best year for reading in a while -- I beat last year by 22 books and ~6500 pages. Thank you, audiobooks!

Full list below the cut. Favorites are bolded and marked with an asterisk.

Conjure Women by Afia Atakora

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

King Richard by Michael Dobbs

When Women Invented Television by Jennifer Keishin Armstrong

Destiny of the Republic by Candice Millard *

Uncommon Sense Teaching by Barbara Oakley, Beth Rogowsky, and Terrence J. Sejnowski

The Lost Founding Father by William J. Cooper

The Fossil Hunter by Shelley Emling

Velvet Was the Night by Silvia Moreno Garcia

If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look On My Face? by Alan Alda *

Coolidge by Amity Shlaes

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen *

My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones *

The Quartet by Joseph J. Ellis

The Woman They Could Not Silence by Kate Moore *

The Bully Pulpit by Doris Kearns Goodwin

The Man From the Train by Bill James

How the Multiverse Got Its Revenge by K. Eason

I'll Be Gone In the Dark by Michelle McNamara

The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson

How to Write a Lot by Paul J. Silvia

The Truffle Underground by Ryan Jacobs

The Awakening by Kate Chopin *

Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff *

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake

The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White

While Justice Sleeps by Stacey Abrams

What Lives in the Woods by Lindsay Currie

Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong *

Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller *

Arsenic and Adobo by Mia P. Manansala

The Chalk Man by C. J. Tudor

His Hideous Heart edited by Dahlia Adler

The Woman In the Library by Sulari Gentill

Persuasion by Jane Austen *

Misery by Stephen King *

The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson

The Book Woman's Daughter by Kim Michele Richardson

Grant by Ron Chernow *

The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean

American Moonshot by Douglas Brinkley

The Axeman of New Orleans by Miriam C. Davis

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson *

Sisters by Daisy Johnson *

A Woman Is No Man by Etaf Rum *

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloane

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson

The Motion of Puppets by Keith Donohue

Sherlock Holmes (Audiobook collection: The Adventure of the Empty House/The Adventure of the Devil's Foot/The Adventure of the Abbey Grange) by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum *

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller *

The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum

Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel

Three Pianos by Andrew McMahon

Call Us What We Carry by Amanda Gorman

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum

Dorothy and the Wizard In Oz by L. Frank Baum

I Hope This Finds You Well by Kate Baer

The Zealot and the Emancipator by H. W. Brands

#misc

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martinyndi65 · 5 months

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invaidee-blog · 9 months

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katsspace · 1 year

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So i havent written any fanfic(blame exams) but heres the prologue of my novel lol. enjoy!

Prologue: Lightning Strike to the Heart

Zian was sitting on his bed, reading a book, watching the light drizzle outside. It was around midnight, which was his favourite time as he could finally relax, which he usually could never do during the day, with everything that had happened; especially with his father away. It was simply a time to forget everything, every ache in his heart seemed to dim and every thought seemed to fade. Suddenly there was a hesitant, yet loud knock on his large dark oak door, disturbing his rare peace. Letting out an annoyed sigh at being disturbed so late at night, he shouted, “Come in!”

The door opened slowly and a guard walked in, looking solemn. He nearly tripped over his own feet, as he entered the room, clearly nervous about something. “Y-your Majesty, I, uh, have some news.”, he greeted, bowing. Zian rolled his eyes, and gestured with his hand for the guard to continue.

The guard gulped, his brown eyes darting around the room. This ‘news’ couldn’t possibly be anything good then, Zian thought. Finally, the guard said apprehensively, “We just received some news from Emling, Your Highness.”

“And what exactly is this news?”, Zian prompted, gesturing to him to go on.

“Their Royal Highness Illen, was scheduled to arrive there today evening as you know, but, uh, they were late, so Queen Aisling sent some scouts to see what happened, but, um, there was a, uh, ,”

“A what?”, he asked sharply.

There was a moment of silence, the guard fidgeting nervously, before collecting himself and replying grimly, “A storm, Prince Zian, there was a storm raging. The scouts only saw the edge of it but retreated, in fear of their lives. Unfortunately, the only conclusion they could come to, especially after seeing pieces of a ship, was that, uh, they’re- they’re gone, Prince Zian.” Zian froze, they’re gone, the guard had said. But no…that could not be possible. How could they be gone?

Zian laughed a little hysterically, “Is this some kind of elaborate joke? It is, isn’t it?”

The guard stayed silent. “ANSWER ME!”, Zian demanded, tears filling his voice. “It isn’t a joke, Your Majesty.”, he answered quietly, looking down at his feet.

He sat there, trembling slightly, refusing to believe it. He glanced out the window, and saw that the light drizzle had become a pounding rain, and the winds had started blowing at incredible speeds. A storm. The storm had reached Eser. They were really gone.

Lightning struck outside, flashing in his already quite light blue eyes, turning them a complete white for a second before tears filled them.

“They’re…gone?”, he whispered, though he already knew the answer. The guard nodded solemnly. “Leave me.”, he spoke while still staring out the window, the rain creating a sheet of white impossible to see through. The guard quickly bowed, then promptly rushed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

As soon as he left, the complete realisation that his dad was gone hit him, feeling like a wave, pushing him down with a pressure he had felt before, recently when his mother had been declared as presumed dead. The weight of grief. He felt like he was drowning, like he had been on the ship with them, struggling to get air into his lungs as his head kept going under. Zian finally broke down into a flood of tears. Howling winds seemed to blow in harmony with his tortured screams.

He cried all night; until the storm had turned into a little rain and he could see the suns’ first golden rays through the window. The sunlight fell upon a portrait in the corner of his room, and there he saw himself, standing in between the now Queen and Prince of Emling. They were smiling in the portrait. All three of them, looking happy like they had no care in the world.

He snatched it off of the wall, intending to tear it apart, but he just could not bring himself to do it. The painting looked life-like. Zian himself was sitting on a chair, a sly smirk on his face, on one armrest Finn was sitting, looking like he was holding back laughter. Aisling was leaning on the other side of the chair, a huge grin on her face, as she held up the small braid she had made out of his shoulder length white hair. This had been painted three years ago.He had been fourteen then. Aisling twelve and Finn only ten. He ran his fingers over the texture of the paint, suddenly a tear dripped off his face and onto the canvas, he blinked, anger returning in full force. He wanted to rip it to pieces. Wanted to do so as much as he wanted his parents to never have died. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead he shoved it under his bed in anger.

They did this. Zian was sure. Storms. Sometimes caused by the weather and other times…by Waesyn spirits. They were embodiments of the elements. Water and wind spirits commonly created storms. Emling had excellent relations with them, unlike Eser. It made sense, Emling lost both their rulers, they only lost one. This was their revenge. How could they do this? He never thought Aisling or Finn to be vengeful but…people change. Grief does that. But this? To take his father away from? Well they were most certainly not the only ones who could take revenge.

“They will pay for this.”, he whispered to himself.

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caseybarbour64 · 1 year

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poker-cheat-sheets-printa87 · 2 years

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Emotions. Memories. Life. Fanfic. Undertale AU.

-Part 2-

Category: Gen, 16+ maybe?

Character: Frink, Mirror, AI Dream, Radiant, AI Nightmare, AI Blue

Warnings: Obscene language, Inhuman morality, OC, Mental disorders, Psychological traumas, Rating for profanity, Gray morality, OOC,

Other tags: AU, In one body, Drabble, Parallel Worlds, Under the same roof, A collection of drabbles, Elements of psychology, Elements of humor / Elements of banter.

- Created by the desire to ✨ create✨

- Tags will be added as they are written.

- Predominantly bone-shake, though it's not a fact that this will always be the case.

An alternate timeline where Frink and Mirror had a ... during a particularly intense fight from the remnant of a collapsing world and a high concentration of Frink and Mirror's magic in one place... This little guy.

Frink hand twitches, and Radiant eyes flutter shut, watching with bated breath as his Base gently brings his hand down on his head, and instead of the expected kick or shove, he feels the cloth surface of the glove and the bones whose touch feels like thin cuts in dusty paper.

It had been a long time since Rad had twitched at such displays of sudden tactile generosity as he used to. He would have been proud of what he had accomplished when Mirror had taught him how to deal with such sensations, but learning to accept physical contact calmly like this all at once was proving to be a difficult endeavor. For both teacher and student.

Frink smile faltered, and the perennial red symbols in his eye sockets changed to a hypnotically calm blue, and the arrogant expression on the other's face softened. The guardian still reeks of menace, and subconsciously Radiant tries to force himself to calm down, to muster the courage to look into the stranger's eyes. It takes him a few seconds to do so and smile back, immediately casting a quick glance with a mute question over Frink's shoulder at the figure dressed in blue-colored clothing and a tattered cloak behind him. He gets a nod and Radiant feels a little calmer, but not as much as he would if he saw Mirror there, smiling at him.

- It won't be long before you've developed your abilities to an acceptable level. - Frink continues to smile, staring off into the distance. With a hum, the guardian removes his hand from the stranger's head and the kid lets out a barely audible sigh of relief, briefly looking down at the floor and fighting the urge to scratch himself where he can still feel the rough surface of the touch, sighing deeply a few times. - I hope you haven't abandoned your training.

The brief glance, carelessly thrown straight into Radiant's soul, made his bones and teeth clatter, but he forced his jaw tightly shut and swallowed, shaking his head in denial and clenching his fists tighter. He would have to calm down and pull himself together like Nightmere had taught him. He needed to be able to deal with what he was feeling and understand what he was feeling.

Still, he's weaned from Frink, and he realized that now more than ever.

- It's a good thing you didn't lose you mind while being with that idiot in the madhouse.

Frink waved him aside dismissively, squinting, but then breaking into the same arrogant smile that Radiant rarely saw on his face when he was pleased. There was a stabbing pain in his chest that he couldn't explain, as if someone had stuck a shoemaker's needle into his chest and threaded all the parts of his soul with a thick steel thread, pressing them tightly together.

A little anger came from the unpleasant sensation, the name of which he didn't know. Rad wasn't a fan of when one of his Base insulted the other, and by fateful coincidence, Frink was a master at it. But he also didn't like the conflicts and fights that the bases almost regularly had with each other.

And after that, Mirror still called him his friend?

- What's with the sour look? - Frink snorted, and his pupils flickered with purple and green squiggles, the meanings of which Rad often forgot, and found no point in memorizing. - We'll spend the whole week together. I can finally teach you something! Or aren't you excited?

Frink frowned, and the very thought of it seemed to hurt his ego. Rad didn't like what he was saying, but he nodded modestly, knowing full well that he had no choice in the matter and only a little annoyed at how quickly he'd agreed to this venture, when Mirror had told him that Frink's abilities were better developed by him and that this way he'd really understand what he needed in this life.

Not that any of that wasn't true, on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy throwing ink and watching his Base master the magic of its transformation, but he definitely thought Mirror was wrong about a lot of things, and strangely enough, he was wrong about Frink, even if sometimes his mouth was really prophetic.

And Rad liked fire, too - he was unconsciously drawn to it, having once seen his own ink burning with magic, after so many unsuccessful attempts to set it on fire. It seemed that he had burned two rooms that time, but Nightmare had surprisingly not scolded him, and had reassured him that those rooms had long ago spoiled his entire layout. Of course Radiant didn't believe him. But he didn't believe him NOW, and back then, scared and cornered, he was ready to believe anything, if only he could stop huddling guiltily against the wall and throwing weak magical attacks around uncontrollably.

Smiling as plausibly as possible, and as it seemed to himself - too dramatically changed in his face, Radiant covered his eyes, nodding to his thoughts, and after a moment's hesitation to answer the monster:

- I'm very glad you took the time.

Rad raised his voice, turning his head away to where his Basis had been looking earlier. Hard. Talking to Frink was hard after a while. - Just missed you.

Burying his nose deeper into his clothes, Rad breathed in the familiar smell of coffee and chocolate, smiling a little more confidently. The kid could tell that he was glad when Frink could talk to him quietly, like this.

The guardian was like an older brother to him, the same one who in silence experiences everything that is most terrible and unpleasant, and then exposes his prickles when you try to help him. Like a hedgehog snorting and curling up in a kind of prickly cocoon, sensing some kind of danger, albeit imaginary, he continues to snort and grumble stubbornly without saying anything useful. At least that's how Mirror compared him, and Rad saw no reason not to trust his experience in comparisons.

Except that Nightmare had once compared Frink to a Harpy, and smiled, saying that Dream couldn't stand the likes of them, and yet the two continued to play cat and mouse. Radiant didn't understand what cats had to do with mice, but he hoped the cat could win. He liked cats better than mice, if only because the stripes on his cheeks resembled a cat's whiskers.

Still, Radiant was curious about what lay beneath Frink's prickles, which he sometimes wanted to rip out with his own hands, despite the pain and a hundred percent step into the arms of death. Just to make sure that he really felt nothing for his named "Brother" and really, just as Frink had said, would be able to kill the indecision in him. At times like this, as he realized himself, he becomes uncontrollable and starts to break a lot, and then he forgets everything that has happened to him lately.

Time. What a useless phenomenon, Rad thought, tentatively tugging at the hem of the poncho on which his own hands had embroidered the stars. Three so far. He'd never kept time and considered it a complete pointless nonsense that made those around him feel inferior and forced himself into various ridiculous confines, like a sleep regimen or a daily routine.

Sighing heavily, the kid cast one last sad glance at the place where his nervous uncle was still waiting, stomping his foot in frustration and glancing around. Waving goodbye before taking Frink's hand, his last thought was one of regret.

He had forgotten his doll, after all, and she would surely be lonely without her friend, while he himself worried that Flatch might do anything to his dear Rose.

It had been an eventful day, though, and he couldn't think about his friend while he was with Frink.

The boy was once again plunged into the role of protector of worlds, swimming in its sources but refusing to dissolve into it, watching as his conscience, deaf to his questions, faded and life came to the fore. Not a man or a monster, no. Something more. Something that Frink so desperately protects from everyone at once, proudly sticking out his chest and striking the ground with the sharp end of his hand.

And Radiant had decided for himself at the time that he would never be the next guardian of this infinite space they call the Multiverse.

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End :)

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