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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 25 days

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The Rest of Our Lives, Part 11

It had been almost a week since Finn spoke to his mother in person. For the past week, Butterscotch and Finn had been juggling between planning their wedding, and finding Finn’s father. Despite being given his name and photo, it turned out there were a LOT of Theodore Richmond’s in the world. So far, none of the ones they found looked even remotely like the man in the picture.

While Finn was at work, Butterscotch rubbed his eye tiredly as he scrolled through the internet desperately to find this man. He was specifically looking for an angel who probably graduated from Harvard, and worked as a lawyer. Butterscotch told Finn that he had simply woken up early to continue the search, but in truth…he didn’t sleep at all last night.

He yawns softly as he stares at the photo Margaret gave Finn, inspecting each and every Theodore Richmond he found to see if their photos matched. It took a long time…but eventually, one hour before Finn was supposed to come home from work, he found a match.

Butterscotch blinks, and takes a look at the man’s profile. He hadn’t changed a single bit from the photo, except this picture was in color. Theodore had emerald green eyes, red hair, pale skin with freckles peppered all over, and a small gap between his two front teeth. According to his profile, he actually didn’t graduate from Harvard…his college isn’t even listed at all. He wasn’t working as a lawyer either, he was a factory worker, living in Toon Long Beach. There was no doubt about it…this man was Finn’s father.

He smiles wide, before typing out a message and sending it to him.

“Hey there. You don’t know me, but my name is Elliott Sweeney. Do you know someone by the name of Margaret Reed? She’d be your former lover, and she had a kid with you in 1905? If yes, then you’re the person I’m looking for. Please give me a call as soon as possible so we can chat. It’s about your son, Finn.” Butterscotch attaches his phone number, and presses send. He also sends the man a modern image of Finn, so he would know Butterscotch was telling the truth.

Within SECONDS, the message is marked as read. Seconds after that…Butterscotch’s phone rings. He answers swiftly.

“Y-ello?” Butterscotch answers.

“Hey, is this Elliott Sweeney? You sent me a message just now saying you knew my son?” The man asks nervously.

“Yup, you’ve got the right guy.”

“Oh thank goodness…how are you acquainted with Finn?” Theodore asks.

“Funny you should ask…he’s actually my fiance. We’re getting married next month. His mother just informed him about your existence…he really wants to meet you.”

“Gods…I never thought I’d see the day! Ever since Margaret told me she was pregnant with him, I’ve wanted nothing more than to meet him! But she never allowed it...so many years I’ve missed because of her…tell me, is she still in Finn’s life?” Theodore asks, sounding cautious.

“She hasn’t been in Finn’s life for 97 years. They recently came into contact again specifically because Finn wanted to know about you…it took him giving her some big ol’ gashes on her face for her to finally give us your name, though…needless to say, he does not plan on getting into contact with her ever again.” Butterscotch answers.

“Haha!” The man laughs, but then clears his throat. “Well, that’s good. You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to meet him. Where are you guys living right now? I could come by with my wife as soon as possible.”

“We’re living in a small town called Fauna. It’s located just outside of Toon Los Angeles. I can give you the address. Though we are moving states after the wedding…”

“That’s only like a 34 minute drive!” Theodore says excitedly. “We’re on our way!

“Great! See you in a bit!”

Butterscotch hangs up. Boy, was Finn going to be surprised when he came home…

#Butterscotch and Friends #Butterscotch Sweeney #Finn Reed #BAF Lore #The Rest of Our Lives

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 26 days

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Words cannot describe how much I want to make an audio drama with the characters of Butterscotch and Friends...possibly even re-make the first story arc in that format.

But I would need voice actors. Last time I tried looking for voice actors it didn't work out so well...and I don't exactly have the ability to pay people, so anyone I did get would need to be willing to do it for free as a hobby...

Oh well.... XP

#I'd voice every single character myself if I thought I'd do them justice.

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 26 days

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All posts with triggering content have been placed under a "Read More".

I apologize for not doing this before. I guess I thought the trigger warnings at the top and in the tags would be enough, but I was thinking about how I could take further precautions to make sure people didn't get too hurt, and realized I should have done that from the get-go.

I'm terribly sorry to anyone negatively affected. I will be more careful in the future.

#That being said you won't get the “read more” if you're reading from the “Story Arc” page on the blog #So sorry in advance

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 26 days

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Okay the bad part is over! Time to get to the heartwarming parts!

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 27 days

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The Rest of Our Lives, Part 10

TW: Verbal Abuse, TW: Child Abuse, TW: Physical Abuse/Violence, TW: Racism, TW: Adultery/Cheating, TW: False Accusations

Finn sits down on one of the chairs in front of Margaret’s desk. Butterscotch sits in the one on the opposite side, while Margaret sits at her desk. She closes her laptop, folds her hands together, and looks at Finn.

“So, Phineas. I know you came here for answers, and I did promise I’d give them to you.” Margaret sighs. “It was a long time coming, and honestly I probably should have told you this years ago. Just that it took so long for you to even ask…then again it did take a long time for anyone to tell you the existence of this rumor…because I sure as hell wasn’t going to.”

“Mother. I just want the name of the man you had an affair with that led to me being born.” Finn says calmly.

“Now hold on, I do believe context is needed! It’s a really long story, so I suggest you get comfortable.”

Finn sighs softly. He knows she’s not going to give him his father’s name that easily. He had to listen to her entire story first.

“Alright…go on.”

Margaret sits back in her chair.

“William and I were betrothed…much like you and Nancy were. Do you remember Nancy?”

“Yes, mother, I remember Nancy. She was horrible, and cruel. But please, continue.” Finn has a lot of patience.

“Now don’t get me wrong. I do love William, very dearly. But more like a friend, if that makes sense. He’s aware of this, and he’s comfortable with this. That being said, he made it quite clear that we are to be loyal to each other whether we actually love each other or not. I was not to see other people, nor was he.” Margaret continues.

Finn stays quiet, listening to his mother’s story.

“However…at one point, I had grown bored of him. Three children later, and I still felt nothing for him. Not to mention, full disclosure, the sex was incredibly boring.”

“Mother.” Finn doesn’t want to hear this.

“So one night, I went out. I ended up in a small dive bar here in Jackson. That’s where I met your father.” Margaret explains. “He was an angel…both in a figurative and literal sense. Very handsome, and kind. He bought me my favorite drink…then one thing led to another…”

“Wait, hold on, time out. You said he was an Angel?” Finn pauses the story.

“Yes, Phineas. Your father was an angel.”

“So…that makes me…” Finn blinks.

“Half Angel? Yes.”

“That’s a LOT of information for me to take in in just a single sentence!” Finn crosses his arms.

“The fact that you never thought about it until now is surprising, even to me, I’ve known you to be a damn idiot since birth. Though to be fair, I did tell the butler to lie to you when you grew wings and panicked. Tell me, what did he tell you?” Margaret asks.

“He told me that…the wings, and the abilities I was given, were a gift from Heaven. Heaven was rewarding me for staying kind despite everything I was being put through…that’s what he said to me.” Finn says softly.

“Wow, and you actually believed that shit? Your stupidity knows no bounds!”

“I was, like, five!” Finn defends himself, then sighs. “Alright…so…continue, I guess.”

Margaret nods.

“Your father and I had a connection…a real one. One night turned into two, two turned into three…and then it became an almost daily occurrence. We saw each other almost every day…it was honestly something out of a fairy tale…”

“Did you ever tell him you were married…?” Finn asks calmly.

“Nope. Never once.” Margaret answers bluntly. “He never knew I had a husband and three children…and honestly, I was considering leaving it all behind to be with him. That was…until he decided to leave me.”

“Smart idea.” Finn huffs.

“Watch your mouth.” Margaret glares. “Anyways…your father told me that he wanted to continue his education, go for a law degree at Harvard, where he had been accepted. And since the internet didn’t exist back then, that essentially meant I wouldn’t see him again. I was furious…but inevitably, I would wind up pregnant with you. That was when William found out about the affair, because let's just say he knew right away that you couldn't have been his. I had to think of something…and since your father decided Harvard was more important than me? I had to get revenge…”

Finn blinked. He didn't like where this was going, at all.

“...What did you do…?” He asks, voice shaking.

“Simple. I told William that your father forced himself on me. In response, William sent some of his guys to beat him up, then spread the word all around Jackson that he was a rapist.” Margaret says this like it's not a big deal.

“WHAT!?” Finn gasps in shock and anger. “Mother, that's horrible, why would you do that!?"

“Because he left me. Simple as that. He had to pay the price for breaking my heart.” Margaret shrugs.

Finn is trembling, before he takes a breath.

“Did he know? About me?”

“Yes. Even after he was dealt with, he made it clear that he wanted nothing more than to be in your life. But I couldn't allow that. He broke my heart, so he could take the consequences. He only stuck around in Jackson for a few years after that, then he left after the harassment as a result of what was spread around got to be too much for him. Never saw him again…don't know where he is. That's the full story…now you know.”

Finn is quiet for a moment…

“So…what's his name?”

Margaret looks at Finn, then smirks.

“See…I would tell you. But I must be honest, Phineas…it's more entertaining to make you suffer.”

“What? I came all this way, did everything you asked, and you STILL won't tell me his name!?” Finn stands up.

“It's what you get for being born…your birth was my punishment for cheating on William. I paid my price. Now you must pay yours.” Margaret smirks evilly.

Finn shakes.

“...You're a monster.”

“What was that? Couldn't hear you over the sound of your sniveling…” Margaret huffs.

“I said you're a MONSTER!” Finn repeats, louder. “You ruined that innocent man's life for no real reason! You went on to torment his child for 22 years! You tried to make me hate myself over things I couldn't control! 97 years later, you treat my fiance horribly over his race and species! And now, you're not even going to be decent enough to give me my real father's name!? GOD! You're not just mean. You're EVIL! YOU'RE A FUCKING VILLAIN!” Finn shouts.

Butterscotch takes Finn's hand.

“Finn-”

“NO! I refuse to stand here and take this bullshit! I won't anymore!” Finn growls at Margaret. “You're a twisted piece of shit! Fuck you! Fuck you, and fuck this entire family too!”

Margaret stands up.

“Don't you raise your voice at me! You're lucky to even be alive! You should hate yourself, because you are a failure!”

Finn hisses

“Well the joke's on you! You tried to make me hate myself, but it didn't work! I love myself! I love my body, my clothes, and my house! I love Elliott, and I’m going to love our children! I love our dog Bruno, and our rat Cheese! I love my life! The only thing I hate about myself is the one thing I cannot control, and that’s the fact that I share DNA with a WORTHLESS PARASITE LIKE YOU!!!” Finn screams.

Margaret slaps Finn across the face hard enough to leave a mark on his face. Butterscotch stands up swiftly to defend Finn, as he said he would, but before he can even say or do anything…

Finn turns to his mother, and slaps her even harder in retaliation. His claws are out, and they make contact with her skin when he slaps her, blood dripping from the new scratches on her cheek. Margaret winces at the pain, covering her cheek.

Butterscotch blinks, as Finn stands there panting, blood dripping from his clawed fingers. His pupils are slit-like, and his ears are folded back. As he pants, fang-like teeth are present, and his green eyes are glowing.

Margaret slowly turns to Finn, before growling.

“HOW DARE YOU!” She raises her hand to hit Finn again. This time, however, Butterscotch steps in front of Finn and growls at Margaret threateningly.

“Go ahead…try it.” Butterscotch growls.

Margaret blinks, then huffs.

“You know what? You’re not even worth it, Phineas. You're not even worth the ground I walk on. You’re nothing but a mistake.”

“And who made the mistake, Margaret?” Finn glared. “Because last I checked, I didn’t just pop up out of nowhere. You may think that me being born is punishment for your sins, but you know what your real punishment is going to be? Sitting there and watching me thrive without you, and having nothing to do about it. I hope it burns you inside to know you can’t fucking do anything to me anymore. Keep burning in it, and when you die, you’ll continue to burn. I hope the next time I see you, it’s at your funeral. Rot in Hell, you worthless cretin.”

Finn turns and walks away. “This was a waste of time…expecting you to even show me a little bit of kindness for once in your miserable life was clearly naive of me. Come on, Elliott, let’s go home.” Butterscotch nods, before glaring at Margaret and following Finn. It’s quiet as they step toward the office door…then they hear Margaret sigh.

“Theodore.”

“...What?” Finn looks over at his mother.

“Your father. His name is Theodore Richmond. I don’t know where he went after he left Jackson, or where he resides now…but his name should be enough for you to track him down and find him. And...if it helps...”

Margaret pulls out her wallet and opens it. She pulls out a small photo that was hidden inside...and hands it to Finn. Finn looks at it. The photo is in black-and-white so he couldn't make out details like hair color and all that, but it showed a handsome man with curly hair, smiling. His smile was just like Finn's...and even without the colors, Finn could tell that he inherited his green eyes, freckles, and face shape from the man in the photo.

Finn blinks…then nods softly. “Thank you.”

“Whatever…just get out of my sight.” Margaret huffs.

Butterscotch looks at Finn.

“...Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

Finn nods and opens the office door, leaving the house.

Butterscotch looks at Margaret, his pupil slit-like and his yellow irises glowing.

“Just because you gave birth to him, doesn’t make you his mother. Not after all of the horrible things you’ve said and done to him. You should be ashamed of yourself, but feeling shame would require you to feel anything at all. I’m going to give Finn the best life I possibly can, and I’m going to laugh as I watch you cry while I contaminate your family bloodline with my demon genes. Finn and I will raise our children better than you ever could.”

“Why are you still here? Get out of my house before I call an exorcist, hellspawn!” Margaret hisses.

“Gladly…your taste in interior decorating disgusts me. Oh and by the way? You might want to fix your lip fillers…out here looking like Kylie Jenner did crystal meth. Nice meeting you, and very happy Go Fuck Yourself.” Butterscotch flips her off as he walks out the door.

Finn waits by the rental car for Butterscotch, touching his cheek and breathing deeply. Butterscotch walks over.

“There you are! What took you so long?” Finn asks.

“Just taking out the trash.” Butterscotch shrugged, then got in the car. Finn gets in the passenger seat.

“Theodore Richmond…I have it written down in my phone, and we have his picture, too. When we get home, we can begin our search…”

“Yup…how do you feel?” Butterscotch asks.

“Honestly? I feel kind of…awful…” Finn admits. “Did I go too far? I mean, I hit her…then I said some pretty awful things…”

“Finn, she hit you first. You were defending yourself. Also, nothing you said to her there is worse than the things she’s said and done to you for years, not to mention what she did to your pa. It was deserved, and I think you’re justified in your actions…to be honest? I think you were too nice. I’d have been WAY meaner if that were me.” Butterscotch looks at Finn and smiles “I’m proud of you…”

“I love you, Elliott…”

“I love you too, Finn…now let’s go home. We’ve got a father to find…and a wedding to start preparing for.”

#Butterscotch and Friends #Butterscotch Sweeney #Finn Reed #BAF Lore #The Rest of Our Lives #TW Verbal Abuse #TW Child Abuse #TW Physical Abuse/Violence #TW Racism #TW Adultery/Cheating #TW False Accusations

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 27 days

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Hey just a little warning, guys...if you think Margaret is evil right now, you haven't seen anything yet.

Just...head's up. Shit's going down in the next chapter. But don't worry, this is the chapter with the very satisfying moment!

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 28 days

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The Rest of Our Lives, Part 9

TW: Verbal Abuse, TW: Child Abuse, TW: Racism

Butterscotch and Finn sat next to each other at the dining table quietly. Finn’s back was straightened as he placed a napkin on his lap politely, making sure to keep his elbows off the table, and keeping his utensils in the right place. Meanwhile, Butterscotch was slumped over in his chair, legs comfortably spread, with his elbows rested on the table and utensils not organized.

“Your table manners and posture are absolutely atrocious.” Margaret sneers at Butterscotch in disgust.

“Y’know? Finn said the same thing to me when I had dinner at his house for the first time! Isn’t that right, honey?” Butterscotch chuckles, trying to keep the mood light.

“I don’t think I said “atrocious” though…” Finn giggles softly.

“Same general idea.” Butterscotch shrugged with a smile.

As the couple giggled sweetly, Margaret wasn’t laughing at all. The disgusted scowl never left her face, and her eyes were locked on Butterscotch like he was public enemy number one. Once Butterscotch finally noticed, he stopped laughing and cleared his throat.

The butler gives everyone a plate of spaghetti. It is around then that Margaret’s husband, William, finally comes downstairs and joins everyone at the table. Upon seeing Finn, he glares.

“Ugh. What is he doing here?” William asks rudely.

“I invited him, darling. He won’t be here long.” Margaret responds in a posh, snooty manner.

“I see…and what is that thing…sitting next to him?” William addresses Butterscotch in disgust.

“It’s his…fiance…darling.” Margaret clears her throat. “It won’t be here long either.”

Butterscotch is tense hearing these people refer to him like he’s not a person, but he just takes Finn’s hand. He gives Finn a reassuring look. Finn’s ears are drooped down softly, but he nods at Butterscotch.

“Demon boy. Straighten up. You will not sit at my table with such disgusting posture.” William hisses.

“I’m more comfortable this way.” Butterscotch glares.

“Elliott, sweetie, straighten your back, you’ll hurt yourself.” Finn says softly.

“Oh yes, you’re right. Thank you, Finn.” Butterscotch straightens his back, un-spreads his legs, and puts a napkin in his lap politely.

It is with this one act of disobedience toward Finn’s mother and her husband that he makes it blatantly clear. He does not take orders from them, and the only one he respects here is Finn himself. Finn smirks at his mother proudly. Margaret gives a low growl.

Finn cleans his hands in the little water dish.

“Will my siblings be joining us today, mother?” He asks softly.

“Mary is in Paris, focussing on her acting career, and her family. Helen is probably at her own house right now with her 10th new husband. As for Reginald, he’s at work right now, so he will not be joining us for dinner tonight.” Margaret cleans her hands as well.

“Mary’s an actress, huh? Y’know, Elliott used to be an actor too. Isn’t that right, amour?” Finn smiles at Butterscotch.

“Yeah.” Butterscotch rubs the back of his head in shyness, before cleaning his hands. “It was a long time ago, though.”

“Community theater hardly counts, demon.” Margaret glares.

“Actually, mother! He started in community theater, but he went on to be the main character of one of the most famous cartoon shows of the 30’s! Butterscotch and Friends, it was called. He was one of the biggest Toon Celebrities in Hollywood.” Finn brags, because he knows Butterscotch will be humble.

“Aww, you sound like you want me to be impressed by that! But need I point out the fact that you said ”was”, Phineas? He was…one of the biggest Toon Celebrities. As in not anymore. Besides, I’ve never heard of this “Butterscotch and Friends” you speak of…and if I’ve never heard of it, it must not have been that famous. Also, one TV show? Again…hardly counts. My darling daughter, Mary, has been in dozens of movies, dozens of TV shows, and has won at least 20 awards in the past 5 years. Mary Belmont…you may have heard the name.” Margaret smirks.

“Never heard of her, and if I’ve never heard of her, she must not be that famous.” Butterscotch shrugs, throwing Margaret’s words back at her. Finn tries to hold back his laughter.

Margaret hisses, her pupils turning into slits.

“Probably because you can’t afford cable, or internet! I can tell just by looking at you that you’re poor!” She fires back.

“Margaret, dear. Don’t entertain this ruffian’s weak attempts at insults against our beloved daughter. You’re better than this.” William says to Margaret softly.

“Hmph. You’re right. Well, let’s not sit here and let the food get cold…let us say grace.” Margaret huffs, before putting her hands together in prayer. William follows.

Finn puts his hands together, and looks at Butterscotch with gentle eyes. Butterscotch blinks, then sighs softly before putting his own hands together. Given that he was a demon, he didn’t do these kinds of things typically.

“Dear lord, thank you for this meal we are about to eat. Thank you for my wonderful husband, and my three beautiful children who have grown to live very successful lives. May they keep being successful.” Margaret says grace with her eyes closed, then peeks up at Finn before closing her eyes again. “Also, may you bless my youngest child, Phineas. I understand his birth is the punishment you provided to me for my sins, sins of which I have repented for. However, the boy remains unwell despite my repenting…please show him the light, lest he burn in the fiery pits of hell. Amen.”

“Amen.” William huffs.

Finn’s ears shrink back, but he stays quiet. He separates his hands and quietly eats his spaghetti, neatly twirling the pasta on his fork and taking delicate bites. Butterscotch eats his spaghetti without twirling the noodles at all.

As everyone eats Margaret looks at Butterscotch. “So, Demon Boy-”

“He has a name, mother.” Finn corrects Margaret sternly.

“Oh yes, uh…what was it again? Elliott? What is it you do for a living? Aside from the whole “former actor” thing. All of nothing, I bet…” Margaret asks.

“Oh! Actually, I’m a freelance artist. I’m also an independent musician…” Butterscotch answers honestly.

“Music, huh? Y’know, that’s actually the path I set up for Phineas, here. I mean, I always knew he’d be a failure, but I figured that if he’s going to be around, he might as well make something of himself. So I had him take choir and piano classes…the only good thing I can say about Phineas is that he always was a really good singer and pianist.” Margaret explains. “Too bad that talent has gone to waste…tell me, Phineas. Do you still play piano at all? Or sing?”

“Well…I still know how, but my cottage is a bit too small to have space for a piano, and there’s not exactly any random pianos around anymore. So it’s been a while. As for singing, I actually still sing, quite a lot actually. Elliott and I duet all the time…” Finn explains, rubbing his arm.

“I never knew you played piano…when we move into our new house in Bryson City, we should get one, and you should play for me sometime.” Butterscotch smiles.

“I’d…like that, actually.” Finn smiles gently, taking Butterscotch’s hand.

Margaret glares.

“Your house isn’t even big enough for a piano? What kind of Hobbit Hole are you living in?”

“It’s a cottage, mother…and I love it. When I bought it all those years ago, I did all the renovations myself, and I’ve been happy living there for so long. I’m sad to be leaving it, but if Elliott and I want children, we need a bigger house.”

Once children are mentioned, Margaret’s eyes widen.

“CHILDREN!? You two!?”

“Well, yes. We’ve talked a lot, and we’d really love to have a family of our own.” Finn says softly. “Is there a problem…mother?”

“Ah…no problem at all. Of course I’m to assume that any grandchildren I get from you will be adopted?” Margaret asks confidently. “After all, you are both men…”

“Actually, Elliott here has the ability to change his body as he sees fit. So, if we are able, we will be having children biologically after we are married…” The cat-like toon answers honestly.

“I see.” Margaret doesn’t try to understand these abilities, she does not want to know. “I do think you should consider adoption…you don’t want to contaminate the family bloodline, do you? More than you already have, anyway…”

Butterscotch glares, but before he can say anything, Finn speaks up.

“This is the last time you’re ever seeing me, and it wasn’t even planned. I’ve been perfectly content not seeing or hearing from you for the past 97 years. What makes you think you’re ever going to even set eyes on my children? You have absolutely no say in what we decide to do…”

Margaret growls. “Watch your tongue, Phineas. Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

Butterscotch looks at Finn in concern. Finn’s ears are folded back, and his pupils are slit-like as he growls at his mother softly. Butterscotch clears his throat.

“This spaghetti is pretty good!” He changes the subject, then starts shoveling spaghetti in his mouth like a starving dog, emptying the plate in seconds. “Would you look at that! I ate it all! And now I need the bathroom! Finn, show me to the bathroom please!”

Finn blinks, but then realizes what Butterscotch is doing. He nods.

“Please excuse us.”

He stands, leading Butterscotch to the bathroom. The demon pulls Finn into the bathroom with him, then closes and locks the door. Finn is panting softly.

“Elliott, I don’t know if I can do this!” Finn pants.

“It can’t be much longer now. Take deep breaths…” Butterscotch says softly. “You’re doing amazing so far…standing your ground, showing her that she doesn’t control you anymore. I’m so proud of you, honey…”

“But I can’t stand hearing her talk about you like you’re not even a person. I know you keep saying it doesn’t bother you, but it really bothers me! You’re the most important person in my life, and you’re being treated horribly just because you’re a different race and species, it’s so unfair!” Finn is almost brought to tears.

Butterscotch hugs Finn gently.

“I know, sweetheart…but just a little longer. Dinner’s almost done. We’ll get the answers we need, and get the hell out of here. You just gotta hold on a little longer.”

The demon helps Finn take deep breaths. Once Finn feels more calm, he looks at Butterscotch.

“Okay…” Finn smiles.

“We’ve got this. You’ve got this.” Butterscotch smiles.

After a little bit of waiting, the couple returns to the dinner table. However, Margaret and William have finished eating.

“Will you be finishing your plate, Phineas?” Margaret asks.

Finn looks at his plate…then shakes his head.

“I’m pretty full…”

“Very well. Come along, then…we’ll talk in my office.” Margaret heads up the stairs.

Butterscotch takes Finn’s hand, and the couple follow behind. It was time to do what they came here to do.

#Butterscotch and Friends #Butterscotch Sweeney #Finn Reed #BAF Lore #The Rest of Our Lives #TW Verbal Abuse #TW Child Abuse #TW Racism

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