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merci-bitch · 4 years

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My Precious Sweetheart

Rose The Hat x Fem!Reader

Waning(s): blood, swearing, angst

Genre: Angst

Words: blood, swearing, angst

A/N: This was quite fun to write. Specially with the gif that helped a lot. This is quite angsty and well, emotional but deal with me. I changed it a bit but it’s quite good. I love this so much. I dedicate this to my dear friend @kileyrose-2003 because some idiot almost drove into her car and because she’s having trouble with tumblr. Love ya!

“Rose! Please come out if your hiding spot! This isn’t fun anymore. I don’t care how much you’re gonna tease me, this isn’t fun. I am scared. You know how I hate this! Please, can’t we just go home? I’ll, massage your shoulders, back, feet anything!”

I felt a shiver of disgust run through me as I said ‘feet’. Rose and I had been playing hide and seek all afternoon. I know, very grown up but it really was a fun game but not for someone who’s scared of the dark. Well, not really the dark but rather said the feeling of not being alone in the dark. I had all bunch of phobias really. I hated clowns, anything to do with clowns. I couldn’t stand to have sticky or dirty hands. Rose and the others would always make fun of me for it. Whenever we ate hot wings, despite not being a rube anymore it was still very good, I would always wear gloves because I couldn’t help but whimper if I had sticky hands. It’s always been like that. You could call me the ‘little sweetheart’ in the group. I was always too kind to everyone and everything. But back to the phobias, I hated when someone would chase me. Barry would sometimes just start running after me. That was one of the few things Rose took seriously because of my childhood. I’ve had quite the childhood. Being in foster care, jumping from one abusive family to another and being chased everywhere I went. So whenever Barry would chase after me Rose would tackle him to the ground and basically threaten to kill him. This didn’t stop him doing it though. I had gotten used to it, not the fact that I almost have a heart attack every time he does it but that he does it.

I was quite scared of being left alone. I always panic if I can’t reach out for someone. If I can’t see someone I know a few feet away. I guess it’s from my childhood as well. Being left alone that much and being rejected for being ‘different’ then others. That’s when Rose found me. She took care of me when no one else did, when no one else cared. She was the person I turned to when I didn’t have anyone else. The person who would always ask if I was feeling alright, if there was anything she could to. I owed my life to her. I really did.

I kept walking further into the woods, looking for Rose. Fee,I gotta my anxiety raise as everything just became darker and darker. “Rose! Please, I don’t wanna okay anymore!” I shouted out into the air. If I knew Rose right, she was probably back at camp. Laughing with the others while letting me get lost in the woods. It was getting quite cold and I didn’t have my jacket. Crossing my arms, rubbing my arms to get warm as I continued walking in the woods. I wouldn’t call myself Rose’s favorite. But I did have a strong bond with her. She always kept teasing me and stuff. When I was 17 I lost my virginity to her. I know this sounds weird and all but I couldn’t think of anyone safer to do it with. Now that I’m 22 I know her, or at least I think I do. She tends to know everything about me but I’m only one third of knowing who she is. She would sometimes be a little overprotective over me. I was an adult, I could take care if myself but she always kept saying she loved taking care of me. Because I was the groups little sweetheart. The precious angel.

As I continued to walk it was as if I heard someone behind me, someone running? “Rose, I swear to god. Please just come out!” No response. Rose wasn’t the one to just give up like that. But I was genuinely scared, I knew I was lost and it was dark and cold. I heard three branches break, and the footsteps coming closer. I started to panic. Why was she running towards me? She knew I couldn’t stand it when someone ran after me. The footsteps came closer and closer but then, stopped. It was quiet for some time before I felt a Han don my shoulder. Thinking it was Rose I turned around with a smile of relief planted on my lips on,y to meet with a man. A man wearing a clown mask filled with blood. My eyes went wide and soon enough I felt a bag being pulled over my head.

———

Rose was standing behind one of those big oak threes. Laughing quietly to herself as she heard Y/N screams of desperation. Begging her to come out of her hiding spot. But then all of a sudden, Rose heard a different kind of scream. One she’s only heard when she first found Y/N. A scream of terror. Rose has never ran so fast as she did that night. That night when she lost the love of her life. That one little spark she never thought she would find. The night she lost the person who would always set a smile on her lips whenever she was down.

As Rose got to the place where she heard Y/N’s scream there was nothing there. Only Y/N’s one shoe. And that shoe was filled with blood. Not knowing it was Y/N’s blood or not Rose let out a scream. Shouting for her sweetheart. Shouting for the gods above and praying that her girl was alright. Praying that she would find her and bring her home safe from whatever thing she was witnessing now. Rose sat there, crying over a shoe. Rose never cried. Never. Rose never showed her emotions either. She was a strong and powerful woman and a great leader for the True Knot. The rain started to pour down, and that night where she had lost her sweetheart was soon over.

9 years later

I woke up with a smile on my face. For the first time in a long time. I don’t remember why, but there was just something bugging me. I guess it didn’t matter. Something you don’t remember doesn’t matter right? Anyways, I got dressed and ate breakfast and turned to walk towards the door. Checking myself in the mirror one last time. Making final touches on my shirt, brown hair. Messing with it in the mirror. Laughing afterwards and then walking out, locking the door behind me before walking downtown. Enjoy the nice weather and feeling it as a nice day.

I walked into my favorite café and order a coffee macchiato and sat down by the window. Reading the book I had brought with me. After some time I felt someone’s presence in front of me. I lowered my book and saw Dan sitting in front of me with a big smile. “Dan! How lovely to see you!” I got up from my chair and gave him a hug before sitting down again. “Its lovely to see you too Y/N” I gave him a smile. “You want anything? A coffee, tea? I’ll order it for you.” Dan shook his head as he took ahold of my hand. “You are always such a sweetheart Y/N. But no thank you, I’m good. I was wondering if you wanted to do me favor” I gave him a smile and nodded my head. “Of course! Anything for a good friend!” Dan sat quiet for some time before I heard it,

(Will you come with me and Abra to you know where)

(Why would you wanna go back there Danny? And with a kid?!)

(Hear me out Y/N. If the place is dangerous for people like us maybe it is for her too)

(Who is ‘her’ Danny? What’s going on here?)

(I can’t explain it here. She could already be here and she could be listening)

(Listening? You mean she’s one of us?)

(No. Not like us, more powerful and dangerous)

(I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going Torrance)

(You might know her. Her name is Rose, ring a bell?)

I thought for moment but it sounded familiar but I couldn’t really think of anyone I knew.

(Not really, why?)

(She’s the one we have to keep us from. She’s the Queen Bitch of Castle Hell. If you mess with her she’ll eat you alive)

(Thank you for that marvelous introduction Danny.)

Both me and Dan tensed up. Who the hell, how the hell. We both started looking around but we didn’t see anyone that looked suspicious. I turned back to Dan, a scared expression was planted on my face. “Dan, I’m scared”

(Did I scare you sweetheart? Oh you poor thing)

I closed my eyes and held my ears, trying to block out her voice. Dan took ahold of my hand and dragged me out of the café, running towards the car. I could still hear her laugh inside my head as he drove away. Abra was sitting in the back and she kept asking what had happened but neither of us answered her. Both still shocked.

We arrived at the hotel after a very long car drive. Dan had gone inside to wake the place up and Abra was sitting inside the car while I was outside. Taking a break, stretching. I couldn’t help but think over her name and voice. It sounded so familiar. As if I had heard it before. I closed my eyes and started to focus, trying to dig into the back of my head. Trying to find something that could link me with her. Anything at all. Just as I had given up I started hearing her voice again. It as strange. It wasn’t as if she was here, I could hear my own voice after some time.

‘Darling you have to be careful!’

‘Rose, I’m not a child! I think I can shot an animal myself’

‘I’m sorry, I’m just worried you’re gonna hurt yourself’

‘I won’t! I’m a big girl!’

‘I know. And I love you Y/N’

‘I love you too Rosie’

Images started flowing my mind. Images I never thought I would see. Images of Rose naked, sweaty and how her eyes were filled with pure lust. How her body moved against mine in a special rhythm. How her mouth would form those 3 words over and over again.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Abra scream my name. “Y/N! She’s here, come on!” I looked up and saw Abra standing by the door with Dan. I was sitting in the snow, hands shaking from my shocking discovery. I slowly got up with Dan’s help, feeling how my legs felt like jelly. We walked inside the hotel and made it to the main hall. Abra and Dan walked up and stood on the stairs but I stayed by Dan’s fathers desk for some time before joining them. I couldn’t think straight. Was all these things I’d just seen true? Or was it just pure imagination?

——

Rose walked inside the hotel. As soon as she entered by the door she felt it. Not only a strong power but a familiar smell. Rose looked both ways before deciding to go right. After walking for sometime Rose stopped and looked to her side. All of a sudden blood started coming out of the elevator. That’s when Rose knew.

‘She’s here’

Rose whispered to herself as she couldn’t contain the smile that was forming her lips. She continued walking until she reached the main hall and saw her standing right there.

——

Soon enough she was standing right there. In front of us. A devilish smirk planted on her lips. I had never felt more nervous in army whole life. What if she could just look into my mind and see everything?

“Well, well, well, hi there!”

Rose said as she leant up against Dan’s fathers old desk. That’s when I heard Dan say

(When this starts, run)

“Yes you run dear. And then I will find you, and you will scream for years until you die” Rose’s voice was low and raspy. Her fingers lightly traced the old writing machine. I hear Abra speak up, “We’ll see who does the screaming” and Rose’s cold response, “Oh, we’ll see indeed”

“She’s right you know. You should be afraid” Dan said after some time. Rose leant her head to the side. “And why’s that?” Her eyes shifted from being on Dan to me. Her eyes started to scan my body. A satisfied smirk started forming itself on her lips. “Because you don’t know where your standing” Dan said as he held the ax tighter. Rose eyes tore themselves away from my appearance before answering Danny. “I-I’m sorry, who are you handsome?” I knew what Abra and Dan were gonna try and do. Something inside me felt the urge to stop them. And I did. “Stop!”

I stepped in front of both Danny and Abra, both of them looking confused at me. “Y/N! What are you doing?!” Dan said as a low whisper. I felt a hand travel up my lower back and a kiss on the inside of my neck. The familiar smell of roses and smoke filled my nostrils. “Because, Danny. She’s my precious sweetheart” She gripped my hand and locked our hands together. Dan’s eyes went wide and so did mine. “Y/N? What the hell?! Abra, run!” Dan said as he launched forward with his ax. Reaching out for Rose but I pushed her away, which ended up with me getting axed. Falling tot he ground, blood pouring out of me. The sound of someone choking was heard in the distance. Soon enough Rose’s reflection was hovering over me.

“Sweetheart, stay with Rosie. Keep those pretty eyes of yours open for me”

Rose said as tears started to fill her eyes. She finally found her long and lost sweetheart. She couldn’t bare to lose her again.

“R-Rosie?”

Y/N said as her eyes started to fall shut, which lead to arise letting out a terrifying scream.

“No! Sweetie stay awake!”

Y/N’s eyes fell shut in the arms of her one and only savior. Rose O’Hara.

#rose the hat #Rose the hat x reader #doctor sleep

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youhadmeathewwo · 6 years

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Dani ‘n’ Dungeons ‘n’ Dragons

My first fic in a long time! It’s good to be back. Made for @moreroads for the Secret Slackta 2017.

Dani - Dani Phantom to her friends - looked nervously around as she climbed down the wide, dimly-lit stairs to Sam Manson’s basement. At the bottom lay a hallway bigger than some apartments; through a doorway was her goal. Clutching her filled-out character sheet, Dani stepped into the room. The others were already there; Sam, sitting at the head of a long mahogany table, rulebooks by her side. Valerie, at the other end of the table, talking across it to Sam. Danny Fenton, chatting to Tucker Foley. Tucker had a big grin on his face, while Danny sipped his soda. “...anyway,” Val said to Sam, “I can’t make it next week, so Leo’ll be subbing for me.” Sam nodded. “Got it.” She made a note on a pad and turned to look at Tucker, who was still talking loudly with Danny. “...all I’m saying is,” Tucker said, “the bag can hold all of this stuff, right? So what you do is, you put the stuff in the bag, you build a room, stock it with really nice furniture and rugs and soda and stuff—“ Jazz Fenton, who had her nose in a sourcebook a few seats downstream from Danny, spoke up. “This isn’t DnD Modern, so soda hasn’t been invented yet.” “Whatever they drink in medieval times, then,” Tucker countered. “Anyway. So you do all that, and then you have...” He spread his arms wide for emphasis. “...the perfect bachelor pad.” Valerie Gray, at the end of the table, looked across it at Sam. Their eyes met. Both girls did their best to keep a straight face. A quiet snort echoed through the room. Dani chose this moment to make her entrance. “Hi Danny!” she said, waving with her free hand. “Ready for some dungeoning and dragoning?” Danny rose from his chair with the speed of a dozen hornets and beelined over to Dani, whispering to her while she was still by the door. “Are you nuts?” Danny hissed, eyeballing the rest of the table to check no one was suspicious of them. “Sam said I could come. It’ll be fun!” Dani whispered back. “What about Val? She doesn’t know about the ghost thing, but she’s already suspicious of me! And she hunts ghosts! What if she—“ “So then if you’re so worried, why are we all playing DnD with her?” Dani interrupted. “Well, uh...” Danny trailed off, flushing a little, and sighed. Turning back to the group, he announced, “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Danielle: my third cousin once removed.”

There was a chorus of “Hey”s. Sam, in her role as DM, cleared her throat. “Dani’ll be joining us today, so... how about, we all tell her about our characters? So she can get up to speed.” Tucker cleared his throat. “I’m... Shades Eddie, the patron of disco music, spreading a beat around the world, even as...” He grinned. “I’m on a quest to seek out the most beautiful lady in the world.” Valerie sighed. “He’s a bard,” Jazz added helpfully. When no one said anything else, Jazz spoke. “I’ll go next,” she said, picking up her character sheet. “My character is named Florina Lightseeker; she...” Jazz turned the sheet over, looking closely at it. “She’s... here we go. From a holy order of clerics, sent to travel the world and recover the Lightwell Staff, a stolen holy artifact.” Jazz Fenton put the sheet down— and then she began speaking faster. “I was able to give Florina an amulet which gives her a bonus to her attack when she’s using her mace against Evil characters or the undead, or when she’s channeled divine energy at least once in the scene— and she gets an extra channel opportunity after each long rest where...” Sam cleared her throat, sharply. “Sooo, Danny! What’s your character?” Danny set his soda down, and grinned. “My character’s Danny Ph...” Dani’s eyes widened. “...izzle, the Wizard,” Danny finished. Dani blinked. Wait, what? She shot a look at Danny’s character sheet— “DANNY FIZZLE” was written there at the top. Danny looked innocently at Dani. “What?” he said. “He’s pretty neat, for a Wizard! There’s some more backstory, but we can bring that up later.” Dani tried, and failed, to not shoot a glance over at Valerie, sitting at the end of the table with a bowl of nacho chips nearby. When she noticed Dani looking at her, Val realized she was next. As she shuffled her character sheet, getting ready, Dani looked at Danny and blatantly rolled her eyes. “Okay,” said Valerie, as Danny picked his soda back up and leaned in his chair. “My character’s Gh’anne, last of the Empyrean Monks. See, originally, the Empyrean Monks lived in their element-rich homeland, coexisting with their nearby orders, the Pelagic Monks, the Loaman Monks, and the Igneon Monks.” Val wasn’t looking at her character sheet, Dani noticed. “But one day,” Valerie continued, “the Igneon Monks became crazed with fiery power, invading the ancestral lands of the other Monks. Gh’anne escaped— she wanders the world in search of power and allies, as she knows one day she must defeat the leader of the Igneon Monks, Pyroz!” Dani shot a look at Sam. Sam shrugged. Seeing that everyone had finished, she turned to Dani. “And you?” she asked. “Who’s your character?” Dani looked around at the group. Her gaze stopped on Danny, with “DANNY FIZZLE” just below him. After a moment, Dani’s eyes narrowed, and she grinned. “My character,” she said, holding her character sheet behind her back so no one could see it, “is Cassandra Shadowstalker! She’s the daughter of a sorceror and a ghostly stage magician’s assistant, and she roams the world looking for ADVENTURE!” Dani looked straight at Danny, her expression never changing. “And she’s half-ghost.” Danny choked on his soda. Ignoring Danny’s spluttered protests, Dani turned to Jazz. “There is a type like that in the rulebook, right?” Jazz began flipping through books, then nodded. “Mm-hm!” she said, pointing to a page reading, ‘Half-Ætherling’. “It’s a good race for a Rogue, because you get a lot of bonuses to hiding and moving silently, and that sort of thing. The only real drawback is ethereal beings have to be careful around magical—“ Dani cut Jazz off, pulling out her character sheet and grabbing a pencil of the table. “That sounds perfect. What stats do I change?” A few seconds later, Cassie Shadowstalker was ready. =========== “Now then,” said Sam, pressing a switch by her seat. The room lights dimmed; a set of lights built into the table came on, illuminating her face from below. “When we left off last week, you had been ambushed by Deep Stalkers in the hall outside the Lightless Lair of the Great Darkness Wyrm. I want everyone to start by rolling for initiative.“ The sound of dice on hard wood. Sam waited for the rolls, then turned to Tucker. “You’re first, Tucker. What do you do?” Tucker grinned, flipping open his laptop. “I use Bardic Inspiration, on Florina,” he said, clicking a play button. A cheesy disco tune filled the air. He took a deep breath, ready to sing along— and glares from Sam and Jazz stopped him short. Danny quietly shook his head. Tucker sighed, then finished, “And I attack with my lutebow.” He rolled a die, his good mood returning when Sam confirmed a hit. Sam shifted focus. “Danny Fizzle?” Danny tossed his drained soda can into a recycle bin. “Danny shouts... uh... ‘It’s time for you to make like fruit and stop stalking!’ And then he casts Conjure Barrage.” Dani snickered, turning to Val as dice clattered on the table. “Does he do the witty banter thing a lot?” Val nodded. “Mm-hm. It’s pretty good sometimes, though.” Sam, after a lot of scribbling, looked at Valerie. “Val! Several Deep Stalkers are in disarray after getting peppered with flying daggers. What do you do?” Val grinned, pushing the chips aside and taking out a custom-made set of dice that had a reddish sheen. “Gh’anne plants her staff next to the nearest two Deep Stalkers, pushing the button to turn on its Immovable Rod. She spins around, using the staff as a fulcrum, kicks one stalker in the head—“ “Deep Stalkers don’t have heads, they have gaping appendages,” Jazz helpfully pointed out. “—the gaping appendage, then. Whatever. And springs from that one to punch a second in the noodle arms! She pulls back with her staff, loosing it from the ground, and spins to smash a third in the appendage, too.” Val rolled her dice, her grin never wavering. Sam winced once or twice under her breath, then said, “All right, that’s two of them down, and a third gravely wounded...” She turned to Jazz. “Jazz! You’re up.” Jazz looked at Tucker, still playing disco. “So with Tucker’s Bardic Inspiration as a secondary bonus, I channel divine energy. My mace begins to glow with holy light, as I shout a battle cry—“ “What is it?” asked Sam. “Huh?” said Jazz. “What do you shout?” “Uhhh...” Jazz hadn’t prepared for this. “Okay. I shout, ‘Stand back! I’m trained in this thing!’ And I swing.” She tossed her die onto the table. Sam looked at it, doing some calculations. “Okay, with your strength bonus... proficiency bonus... bardic inspiration... divine energy... amulet bonus...” She stared Jazz right in the eye. “The Deep Stalker hears you, and stands well back. You miss.” “But—” “Dani!“ Sam said, cutting Jazz off, “You come upon the party as the battle is going on. You’ve approached while using your invisibility power, so no one is going to try and attack you. What do you do first?” Dani looked at Sam. “Who am I nearest?” Sam checked some notes behind her screen. “Val’s character. Gh’anne.” Dani nodded. “In that case, I move close to Gh’anne, as she battles her Deep Stalkers...” Unexpectedly, she grinned. “...and then I pick her pocket.” Tucker, who had been looking at his laptop, blinked. Danny choked on his soda again. And Val shot a steely glare at Dani. "Watch it, ghost girl,” she said. Dani couldn’t help keeping her grin as she looked back at Val. “This game is gonna be fun!”

“After the perils of the Lightless Lair and the portal to the Rainbow Tunnels, and getting tossed on underground seas, you now know the Gnome-Man spoke true. This is the legendary Gnome War Hammer, the weapon that will save their people. It sparkles with silver and precious, eerily glowing stones.” “Nice!” said Tucker, grinning at Sam. “Gimme gimme.” “Unfortunately,” Sam replied, with the smirk she’d been hiding for the past 30 minutes, “the hammer is gnome-sized. You could about hammer nails with it... maybe.” “Well...” Tucker said, “I take it anyway! We can probably give it back to the gnomes, or something.” “That’s what we were planning to do, Tucker,” Val pointed out. “The hammer is yours. Are you getting out of there?” Sam asked. Everyone nodded. “All right!” Sam clapped her hands. “When you return to the gnomish village, you find out that the Gnome-Man is on an Errand Quest and will be back in a day or two. The party has some free time. What do you do?” “Does the village have a library?” asked Jazz. “It does,” said Sam. “Do you want to look for books on any particular topic?” Jazz thought for a moment, then answered, “Magical psychiatry, mind reading, better healing, works that showcase gnome culture—“ “OK, stop, stop. I’ll handle your stuff in a moment,” said Sam. “Val! What are you doing?” “Gh’anne spends her time praying for the spirits of her lost Empyrean Monks, as she remembers the first invasion of the Igneon Monks...” Dani realized Valerie was staring at her as the girl kept talking. “It was only a few years ago. But she will recall it forever. Gh’anne was—“ One Flashback Later “...and that is why Gh’anne KNOWS she must not fail,” Val finished. Tucker looked up from his computer games; Jazz from her sourcebook. Danny took his head off the table, yawning a little more theatrically than necessary. Sam simply waited, her demeanor polite yet forbidding. “Great,” she said. “So you’re praying.” She made a note behind her DM screen. “Tucker?” Tucker put his computer on sleep and grinned. “Can I hire carpenters here?” Sam blinked. “Carpenters?” “Yeah, builders,” Tucker said. “I hire a bunch of gnome carpenters and have them start constructing my Bachelor Pad of Holding with the diamondwood and beams I stuffed in there earlier.” Dani, who had missed Tucker’s remarks at the start of the game, suppressed a snicker as Tucker and Sam (playing the carpenters’ foregnome) started haggling. When it was over, Sam sighed. “OK, fine. You only pay ten gold. The carpenters head into the bag and get to work.” Sam sipped some water from a nearby glass, then looked at Danny. “Danny Fizzle! What are you doing during this period of rest?” Danny put down the dice he’d been stacking, and started thinking. “Well... I prepared my spells, right?” Sam nodded. “You did.” “In that case...” Danny said, “I examine the Gnome Warhammer. I’m not sure the three merkids were telling the truth when they said all the corrupting enchantments had been stripped off it.” Sam smiled, sweetly. “Roll Arcana, then.” A die hit the table. Sam studied it. “All right. I’ll tell you the results of your examination once everyone’s said what they’re doing.” She counted down the table, stopping at Dani. “OK, Dani, this is basically stuff your characters do over time - they can follow up on their own ideas and quests and things like that. What do you want Cassie to do now that you’re with the party?” Dani looked around. “Can I delay my downtime actions until the rest of the party is asleep?” Sam thought for a second, writing something even as she looked at Dani. “That’ll work. You don’t do anything until it’s night and everyone is resting. Let me resolve everyone else’s downtimes first, then.” She finished her writing, passing the completed note to Jazz. “Jazz! You found these books in the library, with this information in them.” Sam took a breath, then— “Danny! Your magical investigation proves... the hammer’s clean. The magical traces prove that the original villain to curse it was the Great Darkness Wyrm, however.” She shifted focus. “Tucker! The carpenters construct things quickly, collect their fee, and leave. It’s coming along pretty nicely.” Sam shot a sidelong look at Val. “Val! You were praying. Which you did. You didn’t recover any more memories, though.” Val groaned. With the others at ease and Jazz reading, Sam looked back at Dani. “Now, Dani. It’s all you. The party is in your room at the inn. Everyone is asleep. What are you going to do?” Dani’s gaze focused on Tucker. “Carefully, making sure I don’t disturb Shades Eddie over there, I sneak by his bed, open his Bag of Holding, turn invisible, and sneak inside. I want to see this ‘Bachelor Pad of Holding’ for myself.” “Dani,” Sam said, looking at her carefully. “Are you sure you want to do that?” There was a hush. Everyone else at the table had stopped moving, reading, dice-stacking, and was staring at her. Jazz mimed a faint ‘no’ shake with her head. “Of course I do!” said Dani. “There’s nothing Cassie Shadowstalker is afraid of from a bag.” “Now then,” said Sam, clasping her hands. “When you look in the room, you see Tucker’s vision. The room is half-finished, luxuriously upholstered, with a big bed at one corner of the room. The other side is half-finished, with sketches and blueprints tacked on the walls, showing what will go there. It looks like it will be quite cozy.” Sam grinned. “And. As you enter the bag, something feels wrong. There’s a shimmer in the fabric of space around you; the bed and fine furnishings - even the construction debris - appear to be... wavering.” “Wait, what’s going on?” Dani asked. Jazz interrupted, nervously. “I tried to tell you earlier, when you were making her,” she said. “You see, when a half-ætherling enters a dimensionally enhanced space like a Bag of Holding—“ “Jazz,” Sam reminded her. “Not now.” She cleared her throat, and continued. “The feeling only lasts for a few seconds. Then, the bag implodes, and space turns inside out. In its place, you have opened a portal to the Astral Plane, which sucks in you, the Bachelor Pad’s goods, the sleeping forms of your companions, your gear, the inn’s furniture, and a gnome carpenter who took an ill-advised nap. As the portal fades away behind you, you are now trapped on the Astral Plane, with no way back.” Sam shut a rulebook with a snap. “Aaaaand that’s where we’ll end it this week.” Dead silence. Jazz, Valerie, Tucker, and Danny all stared at Dani, faces in various states of anger, shock, and consternation. In the quiet, Dani raised her hand. “Sooo.... does my character gain experience?” she said. ~fin~

#danny phantom #i wrote this #dnd #dani phantom #sam manson #jazz fenton #danny fenton #tucker foley #valerie gray

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