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betrayedbycinnamon · 6 months

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Flash Fiction Friday

I didn't not get the angst out of my system and am still torturing one Clint Barton.

[#FFF225 I Can't Tell]

Your character has a secret they can't tell. What secret is it? In what situation do they get asked to spill it? Or perhaps it's not that they don't want to tell but something else is keeping them from speaking it out loud? Be it a magical curse or loyalty, whatever has your character keep their mouth shut, we want to know! So go and get to it, write!

Clint knew he shouldn’t have been in Momma and Daddy’s room but he really wanted his book back. It wasn’t fair that his daddy had taken his book. Ms. McCaffey, the new first grade teacher, had given him that book — to keep. It was his.

And he was getting it back. Reading wasn’t just for sissies, he didn’t care what his daddy said. He’d really liked the pictures of the dragons and princess even if he still struggled with the words and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

He had just better find it quick, before his daddy got home.

He’d already looked in the nightstands, on top of the dresser, had started to look in a few drawers but then balked when he’d realized there was underwear in there. Now he was wedging himself under the bed on his daddy’s side and it looked like there was a whole stack of books there.

Clint frowned, wondering who his daddy had stolen these off of, since he’d only had the one book. Maybe Barney? It was too dark to see what they were under the bed so he carefully dragged the armful out with him; he moved slow so the stack wouldn’t tumble over — he needed to make sure he was able to put it back so it looked undisturbed.

Out from under the bed he sat back on his haunches and looked at his haul. They didn’t look like the books he was used to seeing at the library when his momma took him when Daddy had a weekend shift. If anything they kinda looked like the store catalogs his momma got and sometimes let him cut pictures out of. But shinier? He rubbed the thick glossy cover page in his fingers, enjoying the texture as his brain slowly processed the contents of the cover.

The book on top had a bare-chested farmer wearing a cowboy hat with his thumbs jammed into the belt loops of his blue jeans, and had a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth. He slid the top book to the side and saw a similar pose on the second one, only this one had an open leather vest and black cap perched on his head. No straw this time, just a cocky grin.

Clint stared for a few moments, trying to figure out what kind of story would be in those books before his hand reached out to turn to the first page. He was so distracted by the weird situation he didn’t hear his dad coming up the stairs.

He did hear the door creak open and froze in place, fingers still outstretched, as terror flooded his body.

“What do you think you’re doing in my room, boy?” Harold Barton barked out.

“I just wanted my book back.” Clint tried to sound firm and as if he were in the right, but even he could hear how tremulous his voice came out.

“You still crying about —,” Harold cut off as he came far enough in the room to spy the magazines Clint had found. His face purpled and Clint shrank away in fear.

“I didn’t hurt them, I was just lookin’,” he yelped out. Harold snatched Clint’s upper arm and hauled him up so far his toes were barely able to scrape the floor. “I didn’t! I didn’t!” Clint screamed.

“You better not mention those magazines to a single soul,” Harold hissed out, shaking Clint roughly to emphasize his words. Then he threw him across the room. The side of Clint’s head smashed into the dresser. Hard.

He didn’t remember much of the afternoon after that.

Clint never mentioned the magazines, or his stolen book, to anyone. Not his momma, not Barney, not the doctor who was trying to figure out why his hearing had suddenly tanked when his daddy finally let him get seen — once the bruises had faded.

He didn’t tell anyone even after the car crash that took the wretched bastard and his momma both. After a while, he forgot about it.

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Decades later Clint reached under the bed he shared with his partner. He was searching for the phone he had dropped and promptly kicked across the floor as he went after it. Instead of the hard plastic case he was expecting, his fingers found glossy pages and he snatched his hand back as the memories poured in.

He was still crouched in front of the bed when Bucky came in the room.

“I can explain,” he said, sounding awkward. Clint turned his head and saw that Bucky was flushed — red with embarrassment, not purple with anger, but it still made him flinch. He watched as Bucky’s eyebrows came together in consternation at the action. “What’s wrong?”

“I, uh.” He just shook his head, unsure how to answer. That had happened so long ago, why was it knocking him on his ass now?

“You watch porn all the time, why do you care about a few dirty mags? You know it doesn’t mean anything,” Bucky said, clearly feeling wrong-footed.

But it did mean something, didn’t it? It certainly put a new perspective on his dad’s fucking attitude about fairies and sissies. Clint had put the stack of magazines so far out of his mind he had never connected the dots on what must have been inside those covers.

He tried to let out a derisive laugh, but it came out very wet, and Bucky’s arms were suddenly wrapped tightly around Clint, huddling them together next to the bed. Clint finally told his daddy’s secret in broken sentences, finally told someone the whole story of what had happened the night he had lost most of his hearing. Bucky held him throughout, whispering reassurances that it was wrong, that it shouldn’t have happened, and let Clint cry until he was wrung dry.

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A week later Clint walked into his bedroom to find a copy of the book that had been taken from him so long ago on his pillow. He offered up a prayer of thankfulness for Bucky Barnes and went in search of their son to read to him about dragons and princesses.

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#child abuse #hurt/comfort #winterhawk #ivvic writes #fanfic #cross-posted on my Ao3

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rurus-kadoo · 10 months

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Well Well Welcome In

@desolationcleo @thenopequeen @quaildesignz I wasn't kidding! And it's not as good a quality as Last Life Scar deserves, but it's as good a quality as my brain can produce (it does have a melody, but I'm gonna see if my composer friend can instrumentate it before posting any sort of audio). The italic lines are spoken!

Well hello there! You've come to Magic Mountain? To bargain? Well, well, welcome in! We've got every thing for every dream And a host, well, welcomin'. Just step into this room, It's all the others can do to not (W)rec(k), (w)rec(k), recommend. When no one's your boss, nothing comes at a loss- Oh well, well, welcome in!

Get yourself situated! Won't keep you long, soon you'll be out that door. Though all o' this mundane is wonderful, not plain, I know that's not what you're lookin' for.

Follow, follow! Feast your eyes on my crystals! With this one, I guarantee you're never gonna miss! Fellow fellow With a hunger for riches! A few of these are guaranteed to grant most any wish!

You came to Magic Mountain for bargains, Well, well, welcome in! I'll cast any spell to do anything you will Long as you're, well, welcomin'. Just step into this room, see what the others can do, I can't not (w)rec(k), recommend! Want something stronger than those? Perhaps some shinier clothes? Oh, well, well, welcome in!

To the enchanter room! My most prized possession. Enchanter room, My first successful mission. Enchanter room - The only parts not provided are what's to be enchanted and a sliver of your life!

Oh? Ohoho, I see. You're in the market to buy, not sell! I see, I see!

I see you With your Eyes on my Set of Eyes, dark green, I got what you need, I guarantee! Oh, I see you With your Eyes yellow- But your ally's red; For an arm and a leg I can throw 'em a bone! Two pay for the price of one!

Sign here, we'll be wonderful allies, And here for the red one's sake! It's a wonderful deal, but if you break it there will be Hell, hell, hell to pay. Now your friend's yellow too, I can't wait for you two, too, to (W)rec(k), (w)rec(k), recommend! You'll be off now, of course, I don't expect any more- Oh well, well, well… Welcome in!

#lastsongswithscar #fun fact:#this was gonna be done sooner but it kept turning into Friends From The Other Side and/or Friend Like Me after the first chorus

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yukikorogashi · 1 year

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@mettatoniic asked: ZOOMS IN AND LIFTS THE HUMAN INTO THE AIR!! he probably kicked the door down in the process but he heard itsuki was here. so, naturally...

HER STARTLED SQUEAK would soon enough turn into a SQUEAL OF DELIGHT, upon identifying just who her mysterious LIFTER-UPPER was then.

Ever a SIGHT FOR SORE EYES, Itsuki swore that the robot bro only got SHINIER and ever more STUNNIN’, each time she saw him. And still painted in the purdiest dang shade-a pink that she’d ever seen, Itsuki had even since named that particular shade of pink after him, truth be told. That’s right-- she had since named it-- THE METTA-PINK! Not... that she ever had the chance to say it out loud, but oh... she you bet was she waiting for that moment to arrive, someday.

But, ohhhh, she digressed-- more importantly-- Just HOW do ya do it, bro? How d’ya wound up lookin’ even more FAB-BAYOU-LOUS every time she sees you? Ya gotta tell her your secret, soon enough~!

And as he would once more lift her up into the air like it was the celebration of a newborn, Itsuki simply couldn’t help herself then but strike a silly little pose. Raising her arms out ever so slightly, and sticking her legs out just so-- that it would now almost seem like he was holding a LIL’ STAR in his very hands!

“B-Broooo!” She would gleefully greet him amidst a sea of little titters, one that she couldn’t help but descend into, when it came to this little reunion of theirs, “Uhm real glad ta see ya too, but-- ya didn’ hafta kick dat door down fer lil’ ol me~”

#(AAAAAAAAA)#(YOU FOLLOW ME AND IMMEDIATELY BLESS ME WITH THIS GREETING-- HI HI 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️💕)#❄️ METTATON ;; We make this STAGE SHINE! While we both just DANCE FINE ;; METTATONIIC 💛 ❄️#mettatoniic #❄️ ASKS ❄️#❄️ QUEUE ❄️

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euphorbiafantrolls · 10 months

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Seraii, your necklace is REAL fancy lookin'. Does it have any meaning behind it? It looks incredibly expensive and intricate

"Isn't it pretty? The main pendent is a family heirloom but use to have an old much more boring looking chain of beads. So I got a buddy of mine to help me remove the old boring chain and beads and place it on a new one full of beads I'd collected. IN regards to price, eh its not too expensive. Types of gems and crystals usually favored by those witchy types, not big in gaudy costume jewelry. It looks much shinier due to frequent polishing."

#thanks for the ask!#seraii #in character #fantrolls #windy trickster

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unofficialkfamtranscripts · 4 years

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King Falls AM - Episode 9: Jack in the Box Jesus

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Summary: September 1, 2015 - An alleged sighting of the Lord & Savior at a downtown fast food restaurant has the residents of King Falls ready for deliverance, meanwhile Sammy & Ben try to navigate the flood waters of this revelation.

[podcast intro music]

Mayor Grisham Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you that while it is a terrible inconvenience that our modern electronics are out— this is not the end of the world. It could be a refreshing change of pace! Instead of reading, on your tablet, go down to the King Falls library, and check out the real thing! Instead of texting your BFF, go enjoy some pancake puppies at Rose’s! and have a face-to-face chat. This isn’t as bad as it seems— and it could be a blessing in disguise.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy Good morning guys and dolls, you’re listening to King Falls AM—

Ben —That’s 660 on the radio dial.

Sammy And this is day 13 of what has been dubbed the King Falls Electrolocaust.

Ben This has easily been the hardest two weeks of my professional career.

Sammy It has been tough, but Ben and I want to thank you, and everyone out there listening, for the continuing support of the show.

Ben We got another doozy of a show for you tonight, King Falls. During hour two, we’ll be interviewing Maria Chandler, manager of the King Falls Apple store, and speaking about the effects the shut down has had on business.

Sammy As well as fielding your calls and talking about whatever’s clever this evening.

Ben I miss computers, Sammy. I miss the schedule. Our automated systems, my alarm clock. I’ve went through three the legal pads in two weeks!

Sammy [sympathetic] I know, buddy.

Ben I would literally watch Channel 13 if given the chance.

Sammy Wow. That’s saying a lot.

Ben [softly] I need my life back.

Sammy King Falls, how are you taking the modern electronic shut down of 2015? Are you refreshed? Reliving the mid-90s? Or— are you falling apart like our dear Ben Arnold?

Ben I’d listen to boy bands, to have a working smartphone. I’d wear, puka shell necklaces and sell my pog collection,[1] if you give me five minutes with my email.

Sammy Look on the bright side, Ben. You’re spending all your free time down at the library, and I haven’t called you out on it!

Ben That’s calling me out on it.

Sammy Eh-Well- and you know it’s nice hearing the birds tweeting instead of @kingfallsam. I’m not saying I don’t miss it but, I’m enjoying this a little bit.

Ben ♫It’s tearing up my heart when I’m with yoouu♫[2]

Sammy The references are not gonna bring back your goods.

Ben [hurt] Dammit Sammy, let’s just take a call from our jury-rigged phone system.

[bg music being provided by Chet’s record player]

Sammy You’re live with Sammy and Ben.

Cynthia Yeeaah, I wanna talk about the outages.

Sammy Cynthia Higgenbaum, ladies and gents. How are you doing during this electronic crisis?

Cynthia [blissful] I feel the warm embrace of the chastity belt that’s been placed on society. I’m relieved, de-stressed, marvelous!

Ben *chuckling* Whoa, heh, that’s- that’s a heck of a change!

Cynthia [suddenly aggressive] What are you trying to say, Ben?

Sammy It’s just you’re usually- you’ve been a little… pessimistic in the past.

Cynthia [mostly calm again] Ohhh, I still have problems; I’m full up with issues. But right now, I don’t have to worry about what websites my husband is perusing, what brain-dead TV my kids are watching— I’m at peace! It’s just me and my harlequin novels. Plus, with Jesus back and all—

Ben [jokingly suggestive] 50 Shades of Cynthia

Cynthia [angrily] Don’t be filthy Ben Arnold! I Know Your Mother!

Sammy I-I’m sorry, Cynthia— did you just say that Jesus is back?

Cynthia [gossipy tone] Have you guys not heard the news?

Ben Is she talking about Jesus Jesus?

Cynthia There’s only one.

Sammy Wellll, I think Mexico would disagree, but please tell us why you think Jesus—

Cynthia [snappy] I don’t think Sammy, I know! [softer] Earlier this evening, he was spotted glowing and speaking in tongues at Jack in the Box.[3]

Ben The one off Main Street or Red Oak Avenue?

Cynthia Ew, nobody does to Red Oak.

Sammy [softly] Jack-in-the-Box-Jesus.

Cynthia Oh, Hell no! I will not participate in that blasphemy. You’re gonna get smited—

Sammy Oh, I- I mean- I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to, uh—

Cynthia Tell it to Satan! In Hell, Sammy! [hangs up forcefully]

[dial tone]

Ben This is big.

Sammy [slightly reluctant] If you or someone you know has had a sighting of *clears throat, Ben laughs* Jack in the Box Jesus please give us a call. Uh, 424-279-3858

Ben You’re on King Falls AM.

Deputy Troy Now I know what you’re thinking: how could the second coming of God’s only son happen and ol’ Troy here didn’t clue you in.

Ben Not what I was thinking.

Sammy What do you know Troy?

Deputy Troy Well I got a suspicious persons call out at ol’ Yack[sic] in the Box around 9. So, I hit the lights and cruised over to see what the fuss was about. And lo and behold, back by the dumpster with a mess of people looking on— there he was.

Sammy Now, are you really telling us that— [still reluctant] you saw, or, you believe you saw the son of God and the King of Kings bangin around outside the Jack In The Box?

Deputy Troy Well, he was a man. Somebody’s son, no doubt. Bearded. Good lookin’, if-if you’re into that sort of thing. He had a robe on—

Ben [cutting in]We can solve this right now. Was he white or was he black?

Deputy Troy He was more of a greenish color. Like a glow really.

Sammy The man had an aura around him.

Deputy Troy It was shinier than a damn Fukushima foxhound, fellas. Like, I felt a need to put on the old aviators, but I- I didn’t want to be cliché.

Sammy Alright, Troy. So, work with us here; you’re in the back of the Jack in the Box, there’s a uh, a Jesus-type guy—

Deputy Troy Just-a-ramblin’ on.

Ben Speaking in— tongues?

Deputy Troy Speaking in somethin. The last time I heard gibberish like that was comin’ from the back of my Chevy with Shell Snyder’s daughter.

Sammy So what happened next?

Deputy Troy Well a group of looky-loos had descended, as I said, and since it was only me, there was no perimeter set up yet. So I start ta approach this glowing Christ and somebody— Roy Higgins if you gotta know/— hollered out “It’s Jesus!” and the whole parking lot just went bonkers!

Ben Well, di-did you speak to the guy?

Deputy Troy Damn skippy. I told Roy that this was official police biz. And he shouldn’t be squawling around like a little baby.

Ben No, Jack in the Box Jesus.

Deputy Troy Oh, well no. I- I turned around and he was gone. Split right off into the woods, I suspect.

Sammy Did you follow him?

Deputy Troy Sammy. So you’re tellin me that you’d follow a 6-foot-tall and glowing perp into the woods??

Sammy [muttered] Point taken.

Ben So any other sightings?

Deputy Troy Well, not as of yet. But there were so many people they could’a had a revival in that parkin’ lot. So I’m guessin’ that’s how word spread so quickly. And without internet, too? That’s pretty damn impressive.

Sammy Is there an APB out or anything?

Deputy Troy For what, dilly-dallying around with a jumbo jack? He wasn’t doin nothin bad. Just acting a fool— Lord forgive me— where he shouldn’t’a been.

Ben And glowing.

Deputy Troy That’s right.

Sammy Well, please let us know if get any more info on this, Troy. We’d appreciate it.

Deputy Troy You bet. I’ll be sure to keep you boys and the listenin’ public informed. But if you should happen to stumble upon Jesus? Do not approach, bother or pester. You just call up Ol’ Deputy Troy.

[hangs up]

Ben …or your local church. [dial tone]

Sammy Deputy Troy, ladies and gents. Now we’re just going to take a quick break and hear from one of our new sponsors: Carl’s Candy!

Ben Yeah I don- I don’t think we should play this

Sammy What? Ads pay the bills remember?

Ben Folks, as a workaround with all the tech issues, uh, I went out and recorded a few spots of some of our sponsors- uh, new and old. Emphasis on Old, after this one.

Sammy Okay, so the audio is bad.

Ben *sucks in breath* You could say that.

Sammy This company’s paid up! They’re scheduled in one of your many notebooks. Let’s do this. We’ll be right back folks.

[slow, creepy xylophone music]

Carl [voice is soft and creepy, like you expect from a guy who offers kids candy from the back of a van] Do you know why they call it a blow pop? I sure do. And if you come on down to Creepy Carl’s Candy, I’ll fill ya up! I mean in. [whispering] It’ll be our little secret.- A sweet tooth is a terrible thing to waste. Come find a new sugar daddy to butter your fingers at Creepy Carl’s! Come in and grab a sack of Carl’s Boston baked beans while you’re at it. Oops, one fell in my pocket. Free if you can find it! *Ben groaning “oh no”* Every child’s welcome at Creepy Carl’s, big mouths, small mouths, white mouths and brown mouths. We’re equal opportunity! And just cause they shut down the ol’ brick and mortar doe’n’t mean you can’t buy it from my van. Be sure to ask your parents’ permission first, kids. Creepy Carl’s Candy, where the suckers don’t suck themselves. [Police sirens]

Deputy Troy [through megaphone] Carl, turn off your ignition. You are too close to the school zone.

Carl I gotta go! Catch ya later [tires squealing]

Ben [desperate, in bg] The mic!

[sirens fade out]

Sammy … Never again.

Ben I tried to tell you.

Sammy I know. Let’s never speak about this.

Ben [whispering] I need a shower.

Sammy *sigh* …Moving forward, we were just talking about a sighting that happened a few hours ago around the 9 o’clock hour, just off Main Street. It seems quite a few people believe that we may be experiencing a religious phenomenon. Perhaps the second coming of–

Ben [slightly gruff impression] “Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years!”[4]

Sammy *chuckles* Right, let’s go to the phone lines.

Ben [happily] That was good though right?

Sammy It was good. Good evening, you’re live on King Falls AM.

Reverend Hawthorne Ask and ye shall receive! King Falls-uh. It is the gooD Reverend Xavier “Right. With. Gaawwd-uh” Hawthorne.

Ben Reverend Hawthorne? Are you back in town?

Reverend Hawthorne [speaking over Ben] The One and Only, and we are turnin’ the wagons arounD as we speaK-uh. And we’re headin’ back to my flocK-uh. How’re y’all feelin’ tonighT, King Falls- I said How are you, Feelin’!

Sammy [softly] We’re feeling alright.

Reverend Hawthorne Praise GoD-uh! Hallelujah! Now a little birdie, uh-just chirp’n on my shoulder, told me there was a SighTing. A Vision. Dare I say it, eyeballs were laid on our Lord and Saviour at a burger joint in our fair city.

Sammy Yeah, about 9 o’clock here.

Reverend Hawthorne Could it Be-uh! that our 5-week-revival worked. Could it Be-uh! that our prayers have been brought forth the lamb of God-uh. Can I get an amen!

Ben Reverend Hawthorne we—

Reverend Hawthorne Amen! This miracle-uh, this sight from our God-uh, perched on a Mountain of Sanctity, says that he is ready to lead-uh, his most Highly Favored, Congregation bacK to the promised land. Gimme some organ, Deacon Reggie [organ music begins playing in bg]

Sammy [aside] Do you think Reggie has to wheel that thing around just in case?

Ben This is getting good.

Reverend Hawthorne Play it dirty, brother. We are going Home-uh. Take us back to Calvary, take us BACK-uh! … Samuel, Benjamin may I ask you gentlemen if you have a relationship-uh with the Author of the E-ternal Sal-vation; [organ goes silent] [softly] are ya saved?

Sammy I’m—

Reverend Hawthorne Then let me tell y’all, [organ starts again] because if you aren’t-uh, I’m coming back to town. One weekend only, the Xavier “Right with GoD-uh” Hawthorne Experience will be wheelin’ bacK into King Falls Fairgrounds this very night-uh. We are hoping to get One- On- One with the Risen Christ and start preparin’ for Kingdom Come. But just like old Xavier, you gotta come on down-uh so we can get you TurnT uP With GoD-uh. [click, dial tone]

Sammy Xavier? Hello?

Ben He’s, gone. Sammy.

Sammy Well, you heard it here first folks. Xavier Hawthorn’s Travelling Roadshow is coming back to town. Will Jack in the Box Jesus make his stage debut?

Ben [muttering] Tch- Jesus.

Sammy Literally.

Ben Do you think we could get an interview? Would it be Mr. Christ? Or-

Sammy Something tells me that there is something more to the story than what we’ve heard so far, Ben.

Ben Tsk. I get that, but this is King Falls, Sammy.

Sammy What a perfect place to make a return: a rinky-dink town with no internet.

Ben Line- [muttered] dammit, there’s only one line. Uh, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Archie Good evenin’ fellas!

[small dogs barking in bg]

Sammy Is thi-

Archie It’s Archie Simmons!

Ben He-ey Archie, how’s Princess Von Barktooth?

Archie Well, I do have news concernin’ the princess, and I just want to possibly recant some info from our previous call a few weeks back.

Sammy About the werewolves?

Archie Correct.

Sammy Wow. I mean, you sounded pretty convinced that you saw a werewolf.

Archie And now I’m saying that maybe I was misinformed.

Sammy I think you should probably tell Troy and the Sheriff’s Office, Archie.

Archie *giggles* You silly Sally, Troy’s on his way over now

Ben Why the change of heart, Archie?

Archie Well, new information has come to light boys, I mean with the Divine One making his triumphant, and let’s be honest, dramatic return to King Falls.

Sammy You’re talking about the glowing man at the Jack in the Box?

Archie [softly] Let’s be real here, it’s the J-Man, of course a heavenly carpenter would pick King Falls. So many projects to keep busy with.

Sammy [dryly] Uh-huh.

Archie Plus, with the princess and this new information, we have to believe this.

Ben You keep saying that, what’s going on with the princess Archie?

Archie She’s in a delicate condition.

Sammy Oh, of course. I mean she’s been through a lot.

Archie *giggles* No Sammy, I mean she’s with child. Ch-children. Puppies? There’s a bun in my $2400 oven boys!

Sammy Wait. She’s pregnant? From the werewolf attack?!

Archie [softly again] Well, that’s the thing. While I believed in my heart of hearts that the hillbilly beast from the trailer park had gotten to the princess, I think…

Ben What. What do you think Archie?

Archie I mean it was dark, I know it was a full moon but I was scared and recently awakened, sleep in my eyes etc. and so on.

Sammy You don’t think it was the werewolves.

Archie I’m thinking with this new evidence and the fact that I saw a long-haired, bearded man in a Biblical Act— Yeah I-I- I think- there’s a chance it could have been [whispering] the man upstairs.

Ben [stern] Upstairs from whom?

Archie Mankind! Come on Ben, get with the picture!

Sammy He’s saying that because there’s been a holy sighting tonight- which we should all be a little bit doubtful of- then maybe it wasn’t the werewolves, but the Alpha and the Omega.

Ben No! NO WA- That’s too much, Archie. You saw the werewolf. He looked you in the eye and howled at the moon.

Archie I don’t know what kind of weird things Jesus is into.

Ben No way. This is ludicrous.

Archie You just wait and see Ben! The princess may have lost her Westminster dreams, but it was all part of God’s plan.

Ben We’ve got to go Archie *laughs* you’re crossing a line that we cannot cross at King Falls AM.

Archie Judge Not, lest ye be judged boys. Kardashians[sic] 3:16 or a Psalm or something. I think Troy’s coming around the bend anyways boys, laters!

[click, dial tone]

Sammy You know? When I walk in the door every night I say to myself, “Nothing’s gonna surprise me tonight” And more times than not, I am just Dead Wrong.

Ben Let’s give the phone a rest for a moment, Sammy, the record player is just begging to be used.

Sammy *chuckles* Not a bad idea Ben.

[phone pings]

Ben What? *gasps* My phone! [several pings] OHH it’s back baby!

Sammy Me too! What’s going on?

[pinging continues]

Ben What’s up! Oh my God, I could literally kiss the apparition of Steve Jobs.

Sammy Hey, I’ve got a text here, Unknown Number.

Ben Okay, what does it say?

Sammy “I- I know why this happened. I know how to stop it. We need to talk“

Ben What?

Sammy No, that’s what the text said.

Ben You don’t think this has anything to do with… Thank You, Jesus.

[KFAM outro]

[CREDITS]

References:

[1] Pogs - Pogs, generically called milk caps, is a game that was popular among children during the early-mid 1990s. The name pog originates from POG, a brand of juice made from passionfruit, orange, and guava; the use of POG bottle caps to play the game preceded the game's commercialization.

[2] “It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you” - Lyrics to the song “Tearin’ Up My Heart” by NSYNC, an American boy band from the mid-90s

[3] Jack in the Box - American fast food chain, primarily along the west coast and southern states.

[4] “Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years” - lyrics to the song “Mama Said Don’t Knock You Out” by LL COOL J (also came out in the 90s)

#king falls am #king falls #kfam #sammy stevens #ben arnold #kfam transcripts #kfam ep9 #cynthia higgenbaum #mayor grisham #troy krieghauser #archie simmons #jack in the box jesus #reverend hawthorne

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Day pauses to stare at the angel, rainbow framed sunglasses moved from pocket to face because that holy light is doing their headache no favours. Funny they'd run into an angel after something trying to kill them. Or maybe the days without sleep are getting to them. "You're shinier and less...poncy lookin than I imagined angels to be." ~Glory-hasnoplacehere (Day. Who has a weird unholy angel form. )

❝ Tripping over the damn gates and starting the apocalypse breaks one's vessel. Besides, miss me with that shit about looking fancy. That's Michael's thing. ❞ Head tilts. Eyes shimmer gold, then fade to ocean blue. Ghost of a grin. Relaxed pose. Brow lifts. ❝ Not of my world, but an angel all the same. Essence's twisted. Unholy. And - got a headache? Do I need to tone down holy grace? ❞

#❝ what good is a message if nobody can read it ❞ ✧☾ { gabriel }#❝ do you think i don't care about you? ❞ ✧☾ { answered ask }

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Blindly Observant by mattzerella_sticks

Unable to do much of anything until Rowena finds them, the boys are forced to wait out the storm at the high school. Along with their new... 'friend'.

Belphegor gets bored easily, though. Will the boys be able to entertain him? Or is there more to this babysitting duty?

Belphegor frowns as wind slips between his sunglasses and the gaping holes burned into his vessel’s face. He tugs the glasses off and frowns into the side mirror, gazing into the ashy blackness marking the boy’s visage. Filling in the spaces with his imagination, Belphegor guesses as to what he would look like without the wounds. Different colors filter through all types of eyes as nothing seems to match up perfectly, to make his new body look as good as everyone else on the damn planet he’s seen so far.

The sunglasses help bridge the gap.

He puts them back on and surveys the parking lot, making sure no one saw him. Under a dark, starless sky like this, with words like ‘contamination’ and ‘quarantine’ buzzing through the air, means no worry for a regular passerby to spot what doesn’t belong. Too busy locking themselves away in 'safety'. However an outlier can easily find another outlier.

Castiel stands under a tree, staring at the high school. Belphegor strolls over to him, announcing his presence to the angel by stepping on fallen leaves. He delights in how stiff the angel looks, shoulders tensing with every crunch until Belphegor finally stops inches from him and Castiel’s neck disappeared. “Beautiful night for the end of the world, innit?”

Nothing.

Belphegor sighs, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Y’know, it’s not fair… you taking all this frustration out on me. I’ve been topside less than a day, managed to put a bandaid over your stab wound… I didn’t take a crap on your life I just wasn’t lookin’ where I was going.”

Angel gives him a look of contempt filled with so much anger Belphegor prepares for a grand smiting. When he realizes his essence won’t turn to ash he plasters on the easy grin he wore before.

“Yeah, I’ve seen this a million times already,” Belphegor shrugs, rounding Castiel. Angel’s gaze follows him, the blue tracking him like a predator stalking his prey, the glow otherworldly. “Everyone hurts you and the pain won’t let up, so you twist open the spout and pour it onto the easiest target -”

“Enough.”

“If that target weren’t me I’d actually be pretty impressed,” he says. Belphegor knows he’s dipping his fingers too close over the fence at the zoo, Castiel wound so tight he could snap his jaws at any moment. Still… “If you want to ditch the wings and halo, join me on the rack after this is all over…”

He chokes on the offer, Castiel slamming him into the tree. His fingers squeeze Belphegor’s neck as skin bubbles under the intense power. “Do notcompare yourself to me,” he growls.

“You… you need -”

“The ghosts are contained and we know the spell… we hardly need your services any longer.”

Belphegor scrabbles against Castiel’s iron grip. With each second that passes he feels his time running out. Quickly searching for an escape, Belphegor latches onto a memory and uses it like a knife. Flinging his head to the side with enough force he knocks the sunglasses off his head. Then with all he has left he meekly wheezes, “ Dad …”

The hand tears itself away and Belphegor gasps for breath. Recovering, he glances at Castiel. Belphegor attacker recoiled, power cutting off and leaving his eyes glassy and lifeless on his pale face. Stumbling on wobbly legs, he gives Belphegor a wide berth.

Huffing, Belphegor snatches his sunglasses. “That was a close one,” he grumbles, “next time tell me when I cross a line…”

“How did… Why did you call me that?”

Belphegor wishes he could roll his eyes. Instead he injects enough sass into shoving his sunglasses on as he says, “Because that’s who I’m squatting in, right? Your kid? Figured it’d shock you or something .”

“But how did you know ?”

“That he’s your son ?” Castiel flinches, drawing further interest from Belphegor. “Because Dean told me…” Casually he floats closer to the angel, like the earlier scene hadn’t happened. Studying how Castiel’s frown deepened at the mention of the elder Winchester’s name. “Dean,” he continues, “Y’know… the guy who’s doing to you what you’re tryna do to me .”

Castiel turns from him, a hand creeping up to his temple. “You don’t know what you’re talking about -”

“I know enough,” Belphegor says, circling him, “don’t think you aren’t included in the Winchester Weekly that gets around Hell… the Winchester’s personal angel who became too close to his charges… flirted with humanity more than the upstairs would’ve liked. Killed more angels than even the strongest demon…” He chuckles, wagging his finger at Castiel. “Although I’ll have to give the editor a piece of my mind when I see ‘em. How they missed yours and his kid I mean…” Belphegor mimics a bomb dropping, Castiel glowering at his impression. “Big news.”

“He wasn’t ours ,” Castiel tells him, “not in… not in that sense.”

Belphegor skews his head to the side, “Now that’s funny… from what the big guy said I could’ve sworn he meant…” Crossing his arms, he paces over towards the tree. “When you left in a huff… and he said Jack was ‘ our kid’ it’s… let’s say there’s not much room for interpretation other than, well…”

Castiel’s jaw clenches during his explanation, fists shaking at his sides. “I’m sorry to shatter the illusion but… Jack wasn’t ‘ ours ’ in the capacity you’re thinking. Yes while we shared him it was… it was a three-person job, being a father to Jack. Me, Dean and… and Sam .”

“Now that you mention it, it makes sense,” Belphegor says, “Sam’s a little shaken up having me up and about… and you - you’re acting exactly how I’d expect any grieving parent would act if they watched the kid who died right in front of ‘em get driven around by some amazing demon. Dean though… he’s been a rock .”

“Of course…” Castiel shuffles in place, awkwardly avoiding Belphegor’s gaze once more. “Dean is good at… ‘ stowing ’ his ‘ crap ’ to get the job done.”

“Is he though?”

Startled, he glances up at him. Belphegor smiles with innocent dimples, amused. “What do you mean?”

“Things could’ve been a whole lot smoother between you two today,” Belphegor says, “Looked like there wasn’t any love loss between you guys. Or… some love was loss?”

“Stop speaking about things you clearly don’t have any idea about.”

“Oh buddy, I have - like - all the ideas,” he smirks, “two men as handsome as you are… gives a demon like me so many things to think about.” Castiel advances, one foot too close for Belphegor’s liking. Especially with the light show returning. He holds his hands up, backing into the rough bark of the tree. “But I can also read people… spend a thousand years in Hell and you learn a thing or two. Over a millennia you can understand when a single action has more words than a novel. From what I can tell there’s an epic tragedy being written whenever one of you so much as glances at the other. And those never end well...”

Castiel sighs, halting in his advance. “I hate that I find myself wishing Jack’s mouth was burned out his skull instead of his eyes…”

“And I wish I didn’t waste my time alive worshiping a useless dick but we don’t always get what we want,” Belphegor says, “We all have regrets… it’s what makes my job so easy down there in Hell. Pick the right one and even the brightest soul can tumble into darkness like a Jenga tower. Although why am I telling you this… you saw Dean in his prime .”

Angel doesn’t like this, and resumes his war march towards Belphegor. He braces for the grace about to slam into him, sure that no underhanded trick would work.

Luckily salvation comes in an unlikely, tall, shadowy figure.

Sam clears his throat. Castiel’s fingers freeze inches from his face. Belphegor sags against the tree as he sees Sam’s silhouette stalking over. “Sam! Am I glad to see you!”

Ignoring him, Sam addresses the angel. “Why don’t you go inside and mingle, calm some nerves,” he says, “I need some alone time now.”

Castiel nods, hand falling limp at his sides. “Very well.” He glowers briefly at Belphegor and then switches over to a more neutral expression. Clearly returning to the status quo of ignoring his existence. Which Belphegor will allow until the act bores him again.

For now he has something even shinier to play with.

“Sam Winchester, Sammy… My liege ,” he bows with enough force the sunglasses dangle at the tip of his nose until he unbends. As he straightens his spine Belphegor sees the corners of Sam’s mouth tick downwards. “Not a fan of that last one?”

“Could you please stop antagonizing Cas,” Sam huffs, “he’s had a rough day already…”

“Haven’t we all.” Belphegor scoffs, “Listen, it’s in my nature to sniff out when someone’s wounded and toss a little salt in it.”

“Then fight against it,” Sam tells him, “Or I won’t have any problem letting Castiel give into his nature.”

“Duly noted.”

Sam dawdles, not running after lecturing Belphegor on angel handling like he expects. Belphegor pounces on the mistake, sidling up to Sam’s side.

“He seems a bit more dour, though, than either you or your brother ,” Belphegor continues, “Like there’s something about me - more than the fact that I’m a demon - that he can’t stand… guess I wanted to find out what it was. See if I could do some damage control, a little PR - especially since we’ll be working together.”

Deflecting works, Sam relaxing enough to continue their conversation. “It’s not you he’s angry with, it’s the body you’re… using .”

“I kinda got that back in the raveyard we dropped hours ago.”

Sam frowns, Belphegor watching the wheels turn in his lusciously blanketed head. Debating whether or not he should tell him what he already knows. Belphegor waits for Sam to decide, hoping he looks bored enough not to draw suspicion. It must work since Sam checks behind him to see if Castiel had truly fled. “You’re walking around in a boy named Jack and he… he was our son … Castiel’s, Dean’s and… and mine .”

Belphegor nods, crowing with faux understanding so condescending he’s surprised Sam doesn’t catch on to his act. Grief is a wonderful blinder. “That explains a lot… well, not a lot but some…”

“What -”

“You, you’re acting weird around me,” Belphegor waves flippantly, “tiptoeing or whatever… and Castiel - as we saw - is really teetering on the edge. Dean, though… you sure Jack wasn’t just yours and the angel’s?”

“Dean, he -” Sam stumbles over his words, “Dean cared about Jack.”

“Funny way of showing it,” Belphegor shrugs, “I should be glad, though. To have one of you be able to look me in the - well… can’t say that, can I?”

“Dean’s bothered!” Sam says, bottom row of teeth on full display as he snarls, “He’s not letting it show, is all. It’s this thing he does… by the time this whole mess is cleaned up, though, you won’t be around to see him… fall apart.” He quiets, drawing into himself as he thinks about what he said. Imagines the pieces of his brother showering down around them and being forced to pick up the pieces on his own. What he doesn’t know is Belphegor joined him in this mental journey.

And the sight is too sad, even for him.

“I wouldn’t be too sure,” Belphegor says, “from what I’ve seen your brother has no problem showing when something’s bothering him.”

Sam rolls his eyes, “His natural state is gruff .”

“Even to his friends?” he asks, “Because I gotta say Castiel didn’t deserve the brush off your brother gave him.”

Tensing, Sam shuffles around to hide part of his face from Belphegor. When he glances at the demon, Belphegor can see the wariness hiding there. Of course the kindness wouldn’t be taken so easily from him . “Surprised you’re sticking up for Cas.”

“Hey the angel might hate my guts but even I know how to treat someone decently.”

Sam breathes a humorless laugh through his nose. “Things aren’t the greatest right now -”

“Understatement of the century… ”

“Between them . Before the end of the world they were… things were said, people got hurt and… Dean’s really mad at him,” Sam admits, “Madder than he’s ever been at him.”

Belphegor nods. “No foolin’?”

Sam pauses, shaking his head. As if he remembered where he was and who he spoke to. His lips seal tight, and he drags a hand across them to make sure it won’t open. Belphegor sighs, not happy with the development.

He’ll have to work for his fun now, which - ugh .

“It does suck though,” Belphegor says, “going through the end of the world, the death of a child, and a divorce at the same time… speaks more to the two of them that they can save a town with all this trauma piling up in their wake.”

The younger Winchester’s eyebrows jump from his head. “Divorce?” he squawks. Belphegor hides his smile, the word bringing about the expected response. “It’s a… it’s a rough patch, sure, but -”

“Hey I might not look like your kid but you don’t have to go easy on me,” Belphegor says, “I’m a big boy . Wouldn’t mind if Dean split from that angel… means he’ll need a nice shoulder to cry on now that Castiel isn’t perched on his anymore.”

Sam splutters. “Dean… you want… Dean ?”

“Of course,” he scoffs, “you might’ve been the meat suit Lucifer wanted but any demon in their right mind knew Dean was the Winchester brother you wanted to… stick it in .” The disgust painting every crease in Sam’s face brings him joy. “Ruthless, cunning, could cut a body down so easily… actually, I saw a spark of the old Dean today, really…”

“You’re seeing things… so many things… wrong things,” Sam tells him, “Dean would never go for you -”

“I can find another guy.”

“You’d still be a demon .”

“So you’re the only one into demons?” Sam mimics Castiel’s fierce glare, except Belphegor knows there won’t be any lightshow. Still he doesn’t care for how his fingers twitch to where he holstered his firearm. Belphegor continues, shrugging. “Sad, but I'm glad to know that’s the only thing keeping us apart. I’m pretty partial to men’s bodies… last time I took over a girl she was on the rag and that was not pleasant . I thought I knew torture…”

“Dean,” Sam coughs, “Dean isn’t into guys either.”

“ No! ” Belphegor gasps, “Not into demons, not into angels, not into men…”

“I never said he wasn’t into angels.”

“So he and Cas did have a thing?”

“Dean and Cas were never a thing!” Sam says, barely any heat in his defense. Belphegor spots how the argument strains to hold any water, leaks abounding with the pressure he applies against it. A few more strikes and the doubt will douse any steadfast assurance Sam has that he knows his brother.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Belphegor says, lounging against the tree with his arms above his head. “Those two don’t look at each other like friend’s do. When Castiel left with you on your little adventure, Dean watched him go with this sad look in his eye… tried to make him feel better by helping him cruise, get on the rebound. All he seemed interested in was window shopping… And Castiel? I’ve never seen a heart shatter in someone’s eyes, it was fascinating. But you said they were never a thing so maybe I’m reading too much into their problems… Maybe it all stems from the fact that they never banged when they should’ve! Although it might be too late, now…”

“Whatever you’re trying to do,” Sam growls, squinting at him, “it’s not going to work.”

“Oh?”

“Dean and Cas will get through this,” he continues, “no matter how many times we have to go through this, we pick ourselves up and keep going. They’re stubborn, but when our backs are against the wall they figure how to get their heads out of their asses and make up. Those two… they have something special that nothing can break apart. Not even each other.”

Belphegor hums. “So you think there’s still a chance for them to bone?”

Sam punches the tree close enough to Belphegor’s head the wind whacks him in the face. “Y’know,” he says, tone pointed and lethal like a sharp blade, “I meant it when I said I wanted to be alone right now.”

Nodding, Belphegor dips away from the tree and strategically retreats towards the high school, not bothering to check behind him. The younger Winchester doesn’t matter anymore since he shook all he needed from his branches.

Castiel… check . Sam… check . Dean…

It’s not hard finding the elder Winchester.

Angel sits, surrounded by a group of children as he reads from some janky children’s book that needs serious repair. The kids don’t mind, listening with rapt interest as Castiel lulls them into comfort with his soothing voice. It brings peace to even the most ferocious of creatures, hiding, watching storytime from a safe distance.

Belphegor sneaks upon Dean easily, leaning close to his ear and whispers. “He puts on a good show right?”

Dean whirls, pressing him against the gym wall without a sound. Unlike all the other times Belphegor’s lips curl into a grin as he soaks up the closeness. “If you wanted to get frisky I’m sure there’s a janitor’s closet around here somewhere…”

Disgust flits across Dean’s features only for his face to shut down into smooth marble. He drops his hand, tucking both of them under his arms. “What’re you doing here?”

“Things got a little too boring outside,” Belphegor shrugs, “Figured I’d spend some time with my favorite Winchester.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t got no time for fanboys.”

“Oh?” Belphegor says, “Spying on angels takes up that much of your day?” Pushing onto his toes, he looks beyond Dean so he can see Castiel again. “I can understand though. It’s real cute… all’s’it’s missing are some fluffy clouds and - ggk !”

He drags Belphegor from the gym and over to the nearby exit, throwing him into the empty hallway with enough force he trips over his feet. If not for his quick reflexes he would’ve sprawled across the floor at Dean’s mercy. And it’s too early in their game for that.

“What do you want?”

Belphegor brushes himself off, the cocky tilt of his brow undamaged by the toss. “I want many things, Dean… the better question is are you willing to give them to a poor ol’ demon like myself?”

“I’m willing to do a lot to you,” Dean says, “Like sending you back to where you came of you freaky son of a -”

“Now is that any way to speak to your kid?” Belphegor jokes, regretting it as a shadow darkens the other man’s face. “Hey,” he says, hands blocking him from getting any closer, “c’mon, I was kidding… kidding !”

Dean sags, tension smoking away from his body. “Making me regret ever telling you that piece of info…”

“Information is power,” he shrugs, “works better than any blade, hook, or claw… you know that, though. From working down there .” The elder Winchester squirms at the reminder, Belphegor’s essence crackling at the display of weakness . “Learning secrets about the souls we’d put on the rack and using them the next day - incorporating them into our torture to squeeze out the most terror from their pathetic, whiny -”

“Why’re you still here?” Dean asks. “You could’ve smoked away after we set up the salt circle… why stay?”

“Because I like to see things through?” The cellophane answer tears easily in Dean’s grip, forcing Belphegor to show more of his hand than he likes. “Honestly? It’s not everyday a demon spends more than a few minutes in the company of a Winchester without being sent to the only place worse than Hell. Wanted to see how long I could ride this out… learn more about you guys that the newspapers get wrong.”

“Figures,” Dean mutters, “no matter where we go we’re nothing but characters in some twisted story…”

“Hey, hey, hey… that’s not a bad thing.”

“Really? Cause all it’s brought me was a lifetime of misery, pain, and death ,” he growls, “don’t see how there’s a bright side to that.”

Belphegor steps away, thinking. “True… those are some hard things to spin positively.”

Dean snorts.

“But it’s not like you were alone in all of it, right?” he continues, “You had your brother… a son - briefly … friends… an angel -” Seizing, Dean turns to face the gym door. His knotted back on full show for Belphegor. “Sore spot, huh?” Belphegor winces, “Yeah… probably is. What’s with how y’all’re acting earlier…”

“Could you can it with the routine?” Dean asks, voice heavy like his shoulders with the exhaustion he can no longer ignore. “Don’t know why you’re even trying this with me. Figured you’d head down to all your little buddies and tell them how you twisted my nipples or whatever? Take your sympathy and can it .”

Belphegor freezes, tail caught dangling from his mouth. Luckily Dean keeps his face focused on the door, allowing Belphegor the time to slurp the tail up with the elder Winchester none the wiser.

“I should have known better,” he starts, slowly circling Dean, “of course you’d see me a mile away… can’t fool a master.”

“ Zip it. ”

“I guess I can’t go back and brag about being the nail in the coffin of yours and the angel’s bond,” he chuckles wryly, “it’s too strong to break apart… even if you two are fighting.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Dean tells him, “I don’t think there’s enough glue to put back the billions of pieces of shrapnel that we exploded into.”

“You will,” Belphegor encourages, “I mean, you two are Dean and Castiel . Everyone knows about you two. The triumphs, the fallouts… the ‘I raised you from perdition’ and the ‘I need you’... we don’t have much for entertainment in Hell, so we get it where we can. You two’re like Romeo and Juliet… Achilles and Patroclus… Harry and Sally…” Belphegor pokes Dean’s ribs, “C’mon, I know you can fake an orgasm with the best of them. These halls echo .”

Dean barely responded, which Belphegor took as a sign he followed the perfect path. His gaze fogged up, as if he saw beyond the door and into both the past and future. Connecting strings Belphegor helpfully supplied.

“We might not be your biggest fans but we root for you from time to time,” he says, walking away, “how can we not . You’re both so compelling …”

Belphegor rounds the corner, leaving Dean to wallow in the mess he created.

He dawdles in the hallway, flicking locker handles to see which ones are open. Swapping books when they are, stealing hidden money and drawing obscene hieroglyphs on whiteboards or mutilating personal collages. Belphegor breathes deeply after adding a girthy cock to a football player’s victory photo, relishing in the paranoia and depression clouding the air. Sifts through the layers of nobodies until he finds the pearls he created with the right amounts of pressure.

Castiel, Sam, and Dean Winchester cut Hell at the knees. Toppled his proud kingdom and turned it into a ruinous cavern. Without a king, the screams of pain felt more hollow than they ever were.

So Belphegor will do the same. When he’s done with them, ripped the pearls of their souls out, they’ll be nothing but shells of their former selves, too.

“While I’ll be sitting on the throne,” Belphegor says, using a red Expo marker to draw x’s over the football player’s teammates’ eyes. “Wearing the crown... “

The night lasts long, Belphegor cherishing each miserable second.

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