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kiruamon · 1 year

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Part 24

Any second now. Oz stood there, eyes widened in shock and paralyzed. It would take a miracle to free himself from his current dilemma. What could he do? Run away. He had to run and find another way to get to Pip, but his useless legs were failing him again. Meanwhile, his classmate was coming closer and closer. He felt the panic inside him rise even further. And then he noticed it. A monstrous figure moving towards them at an incredible speed. His breath stopped. Thankfully, he didn't needed air to survive.

The shape grew bigger and bigger, took a powerful leap, rose into the air and in the next moment the cursorial bird in front of him was dragged to the side by his long neck from the huge weight of the predator.

A single strangled cry of horror escaped Leonard's beak as the werewolf yanked him around like a toy, causing the mirror to fall from his beak to the ground among the green grass.

Half scared to death, Oz stared in pure terror at the picture that presented itself before him. Why was all this happening? W-why did this werewolf suddenly attacked Leonard? Although he might have felt relieved to have escaped the magic of the mirror, Oz was still too confused and stunned to feel anything in that regard. The frightened entity was trembling and even his phobias were huddling together in fear.

A piercing howl of victory filled the air before the massive, hairy beast reared up - still holding their classmate's long neck in his mouth - and before letting out a deep husky laugh. "Huhuhuh. That big chicken was easy prey! My bros will be so surprised when I bring it back!" the pack member spoke excited to himself with a full muzzle and tail wagging in delight not noticing Oz at first.

Could today actually get any worse? All he wanted was to help his friend. Finding out if he was well or… or... No! He shouldn't think about the alternative… not yet. Oz was still shaking, but despite the dreadful experience he just had, a new thought managed to raise his voice loud enough to get him finally to act. He had to grab this chance! As long as the werewolf was distracted by Leonard, he could leave this place to search for Pip.

His feet still felt wobbly as he took his first step. And although Oz hadn't been particularly loud, the small movement was enough to attract the attention of his predatory classmate. Immediately, the werewolfs head shot up, ears pointing up and the two green glowing eyes fixated on him in bewilderement. Obviously, the jock had completely blanked him out during his euphoric mood. At least until just now...

Green eyes narrowed suspiciously as Oz sensed that the other was trying to figure out if he was a potential threat to him or not. The muzzle of the fur-covered monstrous wolf released its - most likely from shock - unconscious prey, which fell to the ground with a thud. One of the enormous paws rested on Leonard's now feathered back. Even under all the fur, the flawless interplay of the thoroughly trained muscles was clearly noticeable. Oz silently prayed that his classmate would not just rip his head off of his shoulders.

With bristled back fur and a low and threatening growl, the pack member approached him. "What are you staring at?" the werewolf jock asked him, his voice full of suspicion, before he clarified even louder: "This chicken is mine! I hunted it down all fair, so back off and find your own meal! I won't share with someone like you!"

In his mind, Oz could already see his pathetic life passing by. This guy would eat him for breakfast if he didn't act quickly.

What would he have not given away at that very moment? For Brian's unwavering nature. For Amira's boundless confidence. For Vicky's endless optimism. Or simply for the fact that his mind - instead of coming up with a plan - wouldn't go blank in an emergency situation like this!

What should he do? What was he supposed to say? What could he… Calm down… he needed to calm down. Oz squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could, forcing himself to breathe more calmly.

He could do it. He would make it work. Hopefully... Not fully convinced by his own encouraging words, the still frightened student slowly managed to raise his head again and withstanding the urge to dodge the jock's piercing gaze. Or to run away as fast as possible. Instead, Oz looked the still intimidating looking werewolf straight in the eyes.

As carefully as possible, he raised his hands in a soothing gesture. "I-I d-don't intend t-to take any… anything away from y-you," tried Oz to reassure his scary looking classmate, which earned him a frown from the latter.

But at least the canine monster seemed to listen to him. That wasn't such a bad sign, right? The small entity gathered up some more of his little courage. Maybe… maybe he could somehow convince this guy to listen to what he had to say. For the first time, the desperate student felt hopeful again. It didn't seemed impossible anymore that he could retrieve the mirror in order to return to his friend with it. "H-honestly I-I h-have only one f-f-favor to a-ask y-you, if you cou-could just l-let me have t-the m-"

"ARGH! I knew it! You are after my chicken!" the werewolf immediately growled angrily without letting him finish his question.

"W-what? N-no!", Oz gave a startled cry. "T-that's n-not wha-what I-I w-w-wanted. I-If y-you w-would o-only l-listen to m-me, please… "

"LIAR!" Without waiting another second, the member of the Wolfpack took a step towards him. Oz heard an ominous creaking sound as the werewolf shifted his weight onto his leg causing the massive paw to break the glass of the mirror beneath it.

… Oh no…

A cloud of white smoke appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the enchanted figure of the kappa. Confused, the werwolf tried to catch a glimpse of something through the clearing smoke that hid his prey. Even Oz wasn't quite sure what was really happening right now. That was until he saw Leonard. Still unconscious, but back to his normal self! The magic of the mirror must had lost its effect as soon as the artifact was broken!

"Why is my chicken suddenly an ugly duck?" the werewolf asked, visibly shocked, before his ears flattened and a dark concerning sounding growl escaped the jock's throat. The fur was all ruffled. The canine monster gritted his sharp teeth while his muzzle crinkled itself. Oz gulped. That didn't looked good for him.

The former surprise in the predator's face was fully replaced by blind rage as the werewolf turned to Oz looking not amused in the slightest.

Oh Gosh... He really couldn't have a break, could he?

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CHICKEN! TELL ME! OR I WILL BREAK YOU LIKE THE LITTLE TWIG THAT YOU ARE!" Startled by the drastic rise in volume, Oz flinched hard. His ears rang from the roar of his opponent. He already expected to be devoured at any moment - even more so now that the canine predator had lost his original prey.

"B-but I-I j-j-just w-wa-wanted t-to...," Oz stuttered, nearly choking on his own words. He barely had the strength left in him to speak loud enough to be heard and was cut off once again.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

His fault. The words repeated themselves in his head. Over and over and over. Oz felt his knees finally giving out and he lost his footing. His hands scraped the hard floor as he fell. The angry hollering mixed with threats kept continuing. It was too much at once. He couldn't bear it anymore. All the yelling, screaming, the constant feeling of danger and fear. Not knowing how to handle it any longer. It was all too overwhelming. So exhausting. Draining. His mind went blank and Oz couldn't even manage to unravel the words of the other student. All these words were nothing more than static in his ears. There was nothing he could do but stare wide-eyed in fear at the grim face of the pack member in front of him, imagining how the other would end him in three dozen different, equally gruesome ways. Fine, maybe he couldn't die, but it would still be very, very painful…. His fingertips felt numb, though he could sense an irritating prickling in them. Why? Why couldn't he bring his body under control? Instead, the overwhelmed entity felt that he had begun to tremble even more, although he didn't believed that this could had been possible. His hands felt damp and ice-cold. He was afraid. So very afraid. From witnessing the brute strength of his canine classmate firsthand any second. Afraid of being yelled at again. Of not being understood if he tried to speak up. His chest rose and fell in unsteady motions, while his vision began blurring before his eyes.

And yes... yes... It was his fault. Completely and solely his. Just because he wasn't strong enough. Because he wasn't brave enough. If only he had never meddled with things that weren't his business. Without my help, it wouldn't have come to this, the thought crossed his mind. Pip would have surely found the magic artifact shortly after his transformation and would have changed back long ago if he hadn't picked him up. All these things had only happened because of his interference. Only because of him Pip was probably hurt now. Because he hadn't stopped Leonard. He should have protected his friend! But none of this could be changed now. There… there is nothing I can do about it anymore… nothing… Tears came to Oz's eyes as he thought about all his mistakes. He felt so helpless. And even though he didn't needed to breathe in order to live, he felt like he was almost suffocating. All the times he let others push him around. First Leonard and now this nameless werewolf. Yet all he wanted was to see his friend again. In order to help him. Was that so wrong?

Pictures of the little hedgehog, lying lifeless on the cold ground, while red blood collected in a puddle in front of the tiny body, made his chest tighten, although he actually knew that Pip should have changed back by now. But what if not? What if he was severely injured? He had to get out of here. He needed to run to him! So why? Why… wasn't his body moving? It was so frustrating! Why couldn't he move even though he tried so hard? Even though he wished for nothing more than that. His fears paralyzed him, made his legs shook, and his eyes teared up even more. Why… why was he just such an useless loser… ? "I'm s-s-so s-sorry. J-just bec-because o-of m-me… " Oz sobbed. Pip… Somebody… Please, someone had to help his friend. Someone had to make sure Pip was okay! "Somebody! Help! Please! I beg you! Please, somebody has to help my friend! He's hurt!" It surprised even Oz himself that - despite everything - he somehow managed to raise his voice loud and clear enough and that he was able to extend the radius of his message as far as he could - all over the school grounds. Even though he didn't know if his call for help would reach someone who would follow it. Or when this help was about to arrive. But maybe… maybe someone would find Pip. He needed to hope for the best... His loud cry for help seemed to stop the werewolf for a moment. Irritated, the athlete shook his furry head back and forth as if trying to shake off an annoying fly. But it didn't lasted long, and just a few seconds after Oz had fallen silent, the fierce green glowing eyes focused on him again. And this time the wide open mouth with its sharp rows of teeth approached his face without mercy.

To be continued. Next time we reach the final part of the story!

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kiruamon · 2 years

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Part 3

"So are you planning to keep him?", Vicky asked Oz, looking at the little spiky animal in his hands. "Y-yes. Only for a while, though. If you and the others don't mind." He knew that was rather sudden. Hopefully none of his friends would mind if he took the little one into their shared apartment. "I don't mind! And I'm sure Amira and Brian won't either," his friend replied with a grin. "The little guy looks a little upset, to me," she remarked. "Y-yeah. He already bit me when I picked him up, too. I guess he just feels a little intimidated?" "Really? Is your hand okay?" "It's fine. Nothing to worry about," after all, injuries regenerated much faster on him. Vicky nodded slightly before grinning again, "Maybe you'll get cool hedgehog superpowers now! I mean he doesn't necessarily look like a normal hedgehog." Oz laughed softly. "I don't think that's going to happen."

So now he was actually here. Damien's tail swung restlessly back and forth. At some point on the way to the shadow noob's shared apartment, the guy had placed him on his arms, which was definitely an improvement because his new legs were no longer dangling uncomfortably in the air. Still, the prince of hell didn't even think of letting his defenses down - or in that case, his spikes. Although he could feel his classmate flinch slightly as soon as one of his spikes pressed against the black skin of the arm carrying him. But that wasn't Damien's problem! From the noob's arm, he let his gaze wander through the common room, which was furnished like a living room and seemed quite small to him in contrast to the rooms in his dads' castle.

Aside from the nerd and his little over-excited friend, were two other monsters in the room. A tired looking zombie and... Amira Rashid. The latter was having a conversation with the monster in the yellow cardigan.

"If you want to keep him here, fine by me. But Oz are you sure about that? Taking care of an animal is quite the responsibility." Hmph, Damien scowled at the fiery djinn. He couldn't stand her. Yes, unlike the rest of the loser gang, she was clearly more popular and charismatic. And not quite as lame. But he hated how she made him look like a fool during gym class as soon as they were on different teams! Just because she won against his team in dodgeball every once in a while, or every time, so to speak, didn't mean she was better than him! She was just lucky! Nothing more!

"I-I can do it. I mean, I'm sure I can check most things on the internet." Certainly, the responsibility for a living being - no matter how small - was huge, but.... Oz was going to try. "I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure he's okay." Amira looked at him with a smile, then shook her head with a slight sigh before saying: "Oz dear. This wasn't meant to be a lecture. Just let us know if there's anything we can help you with."

Oooh. A little sheepishly, he looked up at Amira, who returned his gaze warmly. Oz had often thought that she was like the big sister of their little group. Although, in pure theory, he was the oldest among them. Not that he felt that way about himself. "Th-thank you. I'll come back to it if I get stuck. Promise."

Brian's hand came to rest on his head, and he ruffled his hair encouragingly. "You can rely on us," his friend softly grumbled to him. Gratefully, the little entity looked at his three friends who had so selflessly offered their support. "I'll see where the empty box from Vicky's last order is," Brian said, dragging himself away. "And I'll check if we have any bowls there from which the little guy can eat!" offered Vicky, already dashing into the kitchen. "Well, let's see if I can find some old cloths or blankets." Oz glanced at the little hedgehog in his hands. "I guess you and I will try to figure out what you eat, then."

To be continued.

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kiruamon · 1 year

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Christmas hedgehog

No part number this time because it's just a little Christmas bonus for you guys. ;) And Damien doesn't really have to spend his time as a hedgehog inside the AU until Christmas. *laughs*

As soon as I finish writing and translating the next part of the teacher-AU, I'll continue with prickly love again. The sketches until the final part are actually already finished and arranged. I just have to write the matching texts to it.

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kiruamon · 1 year

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Part 21

And another new part!

We start with Oz being at school with the rest of the gang while Damien, along with one of Oz's phobias, is watching over the apartment.

Until now, Damien had been more or less successful in avoiding to worry too much about his current situation. But by now, he had to face reality. He was stuck. And after all these days, he still didn't had a plan on how to solve his problem. "My dads should be back from their war campaign soon too. Shit," he felt his stomach cramping as he thought about how little time he had left. They would return only to find that he wasn't home. "They'll probably try to call me," he muttered quietly to himself. After all, they always did that when he stayed overnight somewhere without giving them a call first. Damien vividly imagined his dads calling his cell phone, hoping he had merely lost track of time and was out murdering or committing arson on one of his reckless sprees. His cell phone would ring and ring, but no one would pick up…. And even after hours, their son wouldn't call them back. By then, the two would have started to feel restless for sure. Blinking, Damien stared down at his tiny-clawed paws, which were clutching into the blanket, tirelessly trampling it. Probably next his dads would call the families of his friends and his friends themselves to ask if anyone knew where he was. But no matter where they called, they'd get the same answer. Damien swallowed. His mouth went dry and his throat felt like it was tightening. They would probably be worried sick about him at this point. He just knew they would. What sort of thing would be running through their minds? That he had been in an accident? Perhaps was lying somewhere in a hospital? A kidnapping? That he had… run away for some unknown reason from home? At the thought even he felt absolutely miserable - like on the verge of throwing up. There had to be some way to escape this scenario. But he couldn't think of anything. Nothing! Instead, Damien thought about how more and more time was passing. "What… what if I never… " What if he never changed back? The panic caused his heart to beat at such a horrifying rate that it hurt and made him curl up shivering. He couldn't possibly make it back home in this form! And even if he did… Would his parents recognize him? Would they really accept him like that? In this pathetic form? What the hell should his dads do with a fucking hedgehog as a son? He was useless like that! No more than a stupid joke! As weak as he was at the moment, he couldn't be the heir to their throne. Not when he was already losing against a fucking raven! They would be so disappointed… He didn't want to face the disappointment in their eyes. He couldn't face them like that…. He… he…

Two tiny hands were placed on his tear-soaked cheeks. Carefully, the pencil-thin arms lifted his head until he couldn't help staring into a pair of tiny white eyes. A familiar squeak escaped from the odd mouth as the little phobia in front of him spoke to him in its unknown language. Damien didn't understand a word, but… the little being showed no signs of stopping as it talked to him. And though he didn't understand it, he thought it sounded both urgent and comforting. The curious black creature that belonged to Oz pressed itself closer to him in a hug, talking to him, sounding worried and trying its best to cheer him up. Damien blinked the tears from his eyes and slowly he felt a little clearer in his mind. The horrible fear that imprisoned his heart eased a little and he felt like he could finally breathe again. His dads would never abandon him. It was silly that he doubted it, and he was almost ashamed to have even thought of such a thing. Maybe they would even find a way to cure him of this idiotic spell. "Just on my own I won't get anywhere… ", he had to admit. But… That didn't mean he had to give up. His yellow eyes wandered to the small being at his side, who had snuggled itself close to his side and seemed determined to stay with him. If he couldn't do it alone, he had to ask for help. No more false pride. It was time he asked Oz for help. "Thanks. I… think I'm better now," he murmured with a faint smile to the little phobia at his side before licking its cheek and head thankfully.

Meanwhile, at school.

"Oz? Have you been listening to me?" "…" "Earth to Oz? Is everything okay?" "U-uhm… y-y-yes? Yes, I am! Sorry. Please go on." Even as Vicky continued with her story, Oz rubbed his cheek. Why… did it felt like someone licked him?

To be continued.

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kiruamon · 1 year

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Part 20

"Want to know a secret?" Quietly and almost in a conspiratorial manner, Damien heard Oz's voice in his head. Curious, he looked up at his classmate. A secret? Well, of course! "You betcha! Hurry up and spill it out!," he replied with a grin. Surely it would be something silly. Oz's favorite actor or actress. Some hobby that he felt embarrassed about, even though it most likely didn't have to be. After all, Damien already knew what a big comic nerd Oz was. Or how much he loved ranting about books and other weird stuff. Or maybe he was about to tell him that he had secretly broken into someone's house to give them back their lost wallet instead of keeping it. No matter how silly this secret would be, Damien still wanted to hear it. And he would try not to laugh too much when Oz revealed it to him. Or at least he wouldn't laugh at him for it.

"Okay. So… look at me closely," Oz said, pointing a finger at his face and waiting for his little friend to follow his request as well. Hopefully it wouldn't scare him too much. On the other hand, he had a good feeling about it. Animals had the tendency to either avoid him altogether from the start or not care about his presence like Pip did. So since the little hedgehog fell into the second category, it would surely go well.

Huh? Was this going to be a magic trick or something? Anyway, Damien nodded and watched with interest the face of the gesturing nerd sitting on the floor in front of him.

Oz held his hands in front of his face as if he wanted to play peek-a-boo with a toddler. No turning back now. The personification of fear moved his hands back to his cheeks, giving the little creature a good view of his face again. "Surprised?"

What in the name of all the goddamn lords of hell was that! Damien couldn't help but stare in shock at the opening cracks that had opened up in Oz's face. For a moment his brain simply froze. It was impossible to process this image before him. Long, jagged lines emanating a glistening white light, and interrupted by shreds of black skin, stretched across the normally mouthless area of the shadowy monster in front of him. It was as if a hyperactive child had scribbled on Oz's face with a white marker. But whatever he was looking at was moving. And… formed into… a sheepish smile.

Damien blinked and slowly - very slowly - he understood. Oz had a mouth. It was as if his whole world was standing upside down. There was a mouth. In the middle of Oz's face. And Oz used it to smile at him. Insecure and a little nervous. "I hope it doesn't scare you… " "No! No… it doesn't." It didn't scare him and as if to prove it, he took a step closer, still unable to avert his eyes for even a second. It was just a bit unusual. He was so used to reading the small changes in Oz's mood from his eyes that it was almost hard for him to embrace this new look. But only almost. Oh damn. His heart was pounding like crazy. The little bookworm looked so forbidden cute. Oz had an actual mouth. A mouth he could kiss. That he would totally kiss! Well… …as long as Oz agreed to it.

"We'll keep this between us, okay?" he heard his classmate's soft voice in his head. Oz's mouth didn't move to match the words, the former demon prince noticed. He would have loved to ask his classmate a dozen questions about it, but he knew none of them would be answered. Someday Damien would ask him. "Count on me," the answer followed without any hesitation. Oz's secret was safe with him! And if he had to take it to the grave! Well, to the grave of every bastard who found out about it. He would definitely walk over corpses for Oz. Then again… he usually already did that regularly out of sheer boredom between class breaks. And probably the sight of a bunch of real corpses would stress Oz out quite a bit. Anyway, he was rambling! And for now, it was probably enough to prove to this far too sweet-natured monster in front of him that he could keep a secret.

"Hey, Pip?" "Yeah?" "What do you think about a trip to the park?"

With a wild cackle, Damien jumped through another group of pigeons, which like a bunch of frightened, headless chickens flew off in all kinds of different directions away from him. He could do this for hours! With an euphoric grin, the troublemaker turned his head around to see if he could find any more of those flying rats to chase around. Meanwhile, Oz was sitting in a meadow some distance away, smiling as he watched his brave adventures. Stupidly, all those cowards had moved out of his reach into the trees! "Get the hell back down here and face me like real men!" Damien yelled at the unimpressed looking balls of feathers from the foot of the tree. But the dumb animals made no effort to follow his request even in the slightest. Hmph, so much for that… And what now? Searching, the prince looked around for a new worthy opponent or a fun-promising activity when his gaze fell on something nearby.

"Is this for me?" Bewildered, Oz looked at the flower with which Pip had rushed to him and that the little hedgehog was now holding out to him in his snout. Even more surprised, the entity realized that Pip was doing it again. The hedgehog nodded in response to his question. At first Oz had thought it was mere coincidence when the little critter nodded at him or shook his head as a reply to one of his questions, but slowly he began to doubt it. Pip was smart enough to understand him! And not only him, when he thought back to how the little one had reacted to certain remarks of his friends. Even if he didn't know to what degree this understanding went… it was still absolutely amazing. Gently, Oz accepted the clover blossom and looked back and forth from it to his little friend in turn. Even if Pip did understand him… it wouldn't change much, he realized. "Thank you so much," smiling softly, he stroked his thumb across his little charmer's soft cheek, whereupon the spiky creature nuzzled its head against his fingers. Pip remained Pip and therefore his friend. And nothing would change that.

"It seems we had the same idea, because… I have something for you, too." And with that, Oz let Acarophobia hand him the daisy they'd picked during Pip's little expedition and placed it between the spikes of his cute companion. "With this, you look even cuter~"

"Jeez. How many times have I told you not to call me cute?" Would Oz never learn? And yet he couldn't hide his glee over the compliment. "For always acting so innocent, you're quite the heartbreaker."

"You were right. He really is much smarter than normal animals. No wonder he wasn't interested in the toys from the pet store." "Yeah, I didn't think so much of it at first either. But… it does explain a lot." At least when he thought back to how their little guest had refused to do certain things in some ways from the beginning. "Maybe he came from a research facility. You know the ones where they breed those super smart animals," Vicky suggested excitedly. "Hmmm… maybe." It was a possibility. "Or maybe his species is so intelligent by default," after all, he still hadn't been able to find any information about horned hedgehogs. "Oh! Oh! Or it's like that movie! You know, the one with the turtles and the rat!" "I… don't think he's a mutant, do you?" "Well, if you want, I could run some tests on him?" Oz thought about that option, but then shook his head. "I don't like to stress him out with something like that after he's finally started trusting us." Maybe someday, but for now it seemed too soon for him to try such things. "Anyway, thanks for putting together an extra controller for him," after all, Pip was having quite some fun with the game from the looks of it. "No problem!" interjected Vicky with a cheerful grin, gently nudging her friend before looking over at the little hedgehog, who was visibly concentrating, hammering his tiny paws on the pad's large buttons. "I bet he plays Smash Sisters better than you." With raised eyebrows and feigned indignation, Oz looked at his giggling friend. "Hey. What's that supposed to mean?" "That I think Pip would win against you." "You don't have any faith in me, do you?" Oz was sure he'd still win against someone who didn't have thumbs! Vickly giggled next to him. "Then come on and let's find out!"

"I can't believe it." In disbelief, Oz stared at the result on the screen in front of him. Third. He heard a thud as Vicky beside him dropped backwards onto the floor, laughing. "We lost!" he heard her exclaim, giggling loudly, while he still couldn't quite believe it. His eyes wandered to Pip, who was proudly thrusting his tiny chest forward and looking at him with the grin of a victor. He really had lost. That was… that was so…. Oz had to put a hand over his non-showing mouth, but could already hear the phobias on his shoulders and legs starting to giggle softly before he couldn't hold back any longer either and joined in their laughter. It took quite a while for him and Vicky to calm down from their laughing fit. Beside him, she sat up again and looked at both him and Pip while her eyes were shining with excitement. "How about a rematch?" asked Vicky, grinning broadly. Oz looked down at Pip. They nodded to each other and started a new round.

Damien, with spikes raised and scowling, has been hissing at a banana for over ten minutes.

Oz: "He really doesn't seem to like bananas." Brian: "In that way, he reminds me of a certain maniacal someone at our school… Remember the incident with LaVey?" Oz: "The… oh. Oh… yeah… that… incident… " Brian: "The guy who tried to interfere in that ridiculous fight is still not back from the hospital." Oz: "Damien can really be quite scary sometimes… " Brian: "Well, things have quieted down a lot since he's been absent." Oz: "Is there still no one who knows what's going on with him?" Brian: "I don't think so." Oz: "And his parents?" Brian: "Heard they are on a two-week campaign through the multiple circles of hell and that's why the school couldn't reach them. Maybe he's with them, just preparing for his future succession or something." Oz: "…yes, it's probably just that. Still, I would feel better if… O-o-oh no! Pip, stop!"

Oz had to give Damien, who had driven his sharp teeth and small claws with absolute disgust, deep into his yellow opponent, a thorough bath in the aftermath of his small friends monumental battle.

Later that evening.

"So, how's my little champ?" asked Oz with a smile when Pip was finally clean and dry again.

"Great. But you really need to practice more if you want to stand a serious chance against me," the victorious prince chuckled to himself.

"Today was quite an exciting day." They had made some interesting discoveries today.

"Hmm… yeah it was alright." If Oz found that exciting already, what would the shy boy think if he took him on one of his usual tours one day? He'd have to take good care of his little nerd then. Couldn't let anything happen to Oz, after all. But for now, Damien just closed his eyes a little and let himself be cuddled a little more.

Bonus Round: Colored little (not so angry) hedgehog prince

To be continued.

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kiruamon · 2 years

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Part 1

Attention! Attention! Here comes the hottest news from Spooky High. A magic mirror has been stolen from The Coven. The infamous school bully and prince of the eighth circle of hell is reported missing.

Meanwhile, the personification of fear finds a completely exhausted little creature on the backside of the bathrooms.

But before Oz makes his discovery, let's turn back time for half an hour.

Maybe Damien should have kept his hands off The Coven's newest magical artifact this time. Especially since one never knows what the consequences of handling such items might be. But when had that ever stopped him? A hand mirror that could show you which animal you were. Of course, Damien had expected to see a really cool animal in it. Like a badger, a lion, maybe a shark, or something equally awesome! When he hid behind the bathrooms with his prey and took a look into the reflecting surface to see what kind of cool animal he would be, he was stunned. "What the? Why do I look like a spiky rat?" What a scam! The mirror clearly had to be broken! It fell out of his hand as he felt a slight dizziness. Just a few seconds. Damien blinked. What the heck was that about? And… since when was the stupid mirror as big as his standing mirror at home?

Damien is shocked to discover that he has turned into a "spiky rat". Unfortunately, it's not only difficult to suddenly have to coordinate four feet, no to make matters worse, everything around him is so incredibly huge that he can hardly find his way around! And to make matters even worse, he's also extremely hungry! What the hell is he supposed to eat? Dirt and grass? Not with him for sure! He is already sure to die if he does not quickly find a solution to his problem!

As Damien lies on the ground with an exhausted gasp, he notices the grass around him begin to rustle. A huge creature appears in front of him! Feeling threatened, the prince bravely straightens up again and roars resolutely at his opponent, which only comes out of his mouth as a small hiss. It's… it's… just this lame nerd who always hangs out with his little friends from the loser gang.

To be continued.;)

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Part 16

Everything could have been so perfect. Oz was peacefully asleep and until just now Damien had had no reason to worry about anything. Until a certain someone had sat down with them without asking. "Keep your hands to yourself," Damien warned Oz's roommate with an annoyed look. He had to be careful not to raise his spikes in order not to hurt Oz accidentally. Although it was quite a difficult task to him when feeling so outraged. Brian just gave him a puzzled look at his warning. As usual, the other didn't understand him one bit! It was super frustrating and Damien grumbled sullenly about it while pressing himself even closer against his favourite classmate in the yellow cardigan. "You can't have him! He's mine! Got it?"

Laughter reached his ears. And the voices of two monsters.

"B-Brian! Sto-hah-stop ahahahi-it pleeeease!" the smaller of the two monsters brought out under stifled laughter, while his friend, with a sly grin on his face, held him in place without much effort, playfully poking his fingers into Oz's sides again and again. "Nope." "Not before you tell me who swiped my snacks. I know you're covering one of them." "… Or maybe both." For a moment Brian let Oz catch his breath again, and though the latter had no mouth at all, he seemed to need the respite badly. "I… haaah I really d-don't know wha-what you're… talking about... " Oz didn't sound particularly convincing. But perhaps that was because he was still trying to catch his breath. On the other hand Oz was a pretty bad liar.

Damien stared up at the two from the carpet. The mere sight of the two monsters in front of him kept making his tail flop angrily to the floor. It also didn't help that he had been ignored for quite some time. His tiny claws buried themselves in the carpet beneath his paws as each of his razor-sharp spines stood up in barely suppressed rage. It boiled inside him. And Damien clenched his teeth, gritting them together slightly. That fucking bastard was doing it again! He touched Oz like he owned him or some shit! And had even pulled the little nerd onto his fucking lap! Even though Damien had already warned the zombie guy so many times! He would drag him to the deepest levels of hell. And hang him there to- The chuckling and snickering began anew.

"I'm so going to murder him!"

Spoiler: He didn't. ;)

"We need to talk." That was a fact. Damien still wasn't over it. The transformed prince huffed a little, clearly uncomfortable to look Oz directly in the eyes after what the shy boy did to him today. "It's really important. So you better listen carefully to what I'm saying."

"I just can't let you constantly flirting with this guy in front of me," Damien literally spat out the words. He felt angry every time he thought back to the moment. Just thinking about it pissed him off! Confused him so much and made him lose the bit of control he had over his emotions. It… unsettled him to see Oz so happy with Brian. Made him doubt. In those moments, he wished he could keep the little nerd all to himself. And he envied the zombie for being able to interact and talk to Oz so normally. Something that was denied to himself at the moment. And that irritated and frustrated him equally. Because he… he…

Liked Oz. More than he wanted to admit. But he also felt such jealousy. So bad that it was driving him out of his mind! And Oz wasn't making it any better by acting so cute towards him all the time! When the shy monster looked after him in such a heartwarming way. Talked to him like he was talking to one of his little friends. When Oz entrusted himself to him. Telling him about his worries, his plans for the future, his wishes, his thoughts and doubts. Damien liked it how Oz's hands were undeterred by his spikes and found a way to pass under his guard. Or how Oz gently touched Damien's nose with his own. Oh heck! He just couldn't stay mad at him. Because he knew Oz wasn't intentionally making him feel bad.

Slowly, Damien turned to face Oz. "Fine, I'll let it pass. But just this once." The transformed prince lifted himself to his paws and, with some difficulty, climbed up onto his classmate's lap. "Just remember what I told you." He definitely wasn't going to share Oz. No way. He had never been very good at that to begin with! Even if Oz looked so happy when he was with his friends…. Even if it would probably make him pretty sad if Damien forbid it…. Damn it! The idea of Oz being unhappy made his heart feel even heavier than the image of Oz being so carefree with someone else than him. "All right! You can go on doing whatever you want. Be together with whomever you want. But that doesn't change the fact that I like you way more than the zombie face!" he huffed softly and for once sincere towards Oz. Someday Damien would repeat those words for him.

Damien is still a bit grumpy towards Brian after this event, but tries to act a little more chill around Oz's zombie friend from now on. Doesn't always work out. But he is giving his best!

To be continued.

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Part 17

Damien stared at a deformed stain on the wall, which was almost at eye level with him and had the shape of an octopus or maybe an elephant, depending on the angle in which he tilted his head. For half an hour he had been staring. Not that he paid much attention to the odd stain in front of him. His thoughts were spinning around an entirely different topic at the moment. He really had confessed to Oz yesterday, hadn't he? That wasn't even the most shocking part, actually. Not as much as the fact that he was dead serious about it. He was in love. No ifs, ands, or buts. Admitting this simple fact alone caused the heat to shoot up into his face. Damien LaVey, prince of the eighth circle of hell, was hopelessly in love with one of his classmates.

"Even if he couldn't understand it," to Oz it must have just sounded like weird sounds he was making. Should he practice? The idea alone, was already mega embarrassing. On the other hand, it was Oz. Damien wouldn't be able to just grab and kiss him to get his point across without the little nerd fainting. Or at worst, ran away. Should he maybe keep it simple? "Do you want to go out with me?" But wait. Could he really do that? In the end, Oz might still think he was fucking with him! After all, they had never talked before this. Hadn't they? Damien couldn't remember. Hopefully he hadn't said anything stupid to Oz yet. Or done. Surely he hadn't dunked his head in one of the toilet bowls, right? Right?! Gaaaaaah! "Shit!" the hedgehog prince cried out in frustration.

Probably Damien needed to put a little more thought into this after all. He'd have to approach Oz carefully. Maybe it would help to duck down a bit, to make him look smaller? And then he could convince his cute classmate that he meant what he said. Something like…like…. "I know you and I haven't had much to do with each other before, but… " But what? Damien pushed his brain even harder. Even if it almost caused smoke to come out of his ears. "You've let me sleep in your bed for the past few weeks, and I thought maybe you'd like to take that to a new level in the future?" "Fuck no!" He definitely couldn't say something like that to Oz! It' d be way too soon for sexy innuendos! "Remember that hedgehog you found? Yeah well, that was me and I know you might not know me very well yet, but I'd like to change that and… and… ", Damien muttered to himself before stumbling again.

"Why does this have to be so fucking hard! All I want know is if he would like to be my boyfriend!"

"Hey, Pip," a gleefully sounding voice rang inside his head. Finally! Without his notice, his tail twitched lightly with joy as the transformed prince watched Oz walk through the door and towards him. "Hey to you too," Damien replied with a little smirk, watching as his classmate knelt down in front of the bed and rested his arms on the blanket, giving him his sweetest smile. Gosh, he loved it when Oz looked at him like that. "I hope you weren't too bored." The words sounded apologetic. Sheesh, Oz always took everything way too seriously. Besides, with all his brooding for the last hour, Damien almost hadn't noticed how the time had passed. "Don't worry your head over it. You think too much about peanuts." Even though he kind of liked that about the little nerd. Grinning, Damien waddled towards him, pushing his front paws through and pushing his nose as far as he could towards Oz. He could see the smile growing in the white eyes. Of course Oz knew what he wanted from him and Damien felt the tip of his favorite nerd's nose touch his own. For the moment he allowed himself to forget his worries and just enjoy this cherished bond of affection between them.

"Is my lap really that comfortable?" asked Oz, lightly amused, as Pip once again chose his lap to loll on with pure delight. A satisfied sniff came from the little hedgehog. Almost as if he had understood his question. Oz laughed. Of course that was nonsense. He knew that already. But surely it spoke for itself when the small animal searched for his presence in order to relax. It proved to him how much the spiky, little creature trusted him by now. And even that it liked him. Tenderly, the entity let one of his fingers wander over the soft red fur just beneath the adjacent spikes. "Our start was pretty rough," Oz admitted with a soft chuckle. "And yet barely a week has passed." Still, it already felt like a small eternity to him. "I'm glad I found you that day. And I hope you feel so, too." The hedgehog's tiny furry face pressed against his hand as Oz heard a low, friendly grumble. Perhaps he could believe that this was Pip's way of telling him that he wasn't the only one of the two of them who felt like this.

"Don't worry, you can tell me who made you cry. I'm going to punch that bastard so hard! To the point where he'll never dare to lay a finger on you again. What the hell am I saying? When I'm done with him, he won't be a problem for anyone ever again! Hah! Cross my heart and all that! So… please show me a little smile again, okay?"

Without a pause, the tiny, wet tongue stroked over his cheek. Almost as if it wanted to shoo away every single tear from his face. All the while, his little friend was insistently talking to him with soft puffs and steady chirping. Gently, the entity hugged the horned hedgehog close against him. It felt comforting to hold him. Listening to him. It gave him the support not to sink too much into his present low and to look at his negative thoughts even if they had shaken him up and dragged him down in the first moment, a little bit calmer. Oz took a deep breath and collected himself a little. It was all right. Even someone like him, was allowed to live a normal life. No one would chase him away. His friends enjoyed being with him and he enjoyed being with them. And that even though they knew what he really was. It didn't matter what some guy he barely knew and who didn't know him at all said to him in the cafeteria…. Carefully Oz nestled his cheek as gently as he could against his little friend's head. "I'm sorry Pip. I didn't mean to make you worry… Everything's okay now." He felt how his animal friend rubbed his muzzle against his cheek a few times. The short fur tickled his skin a little and a small smile returned to Oz's eyes. "Thank you. Thank you so much for everything."

To be continued.

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Part 14

"Dinner's ready." His favorite words. Besides arson, stabbing and unnecessary violence. The smell that entered his nose was enough to make his mouth water. Crispy, browned beauty emerged from the frying pan. Being so small actually had its advantages. Every portion of food seemed gigantic. What he would have given to be able to eat a strip of fried bacon as big as himself in his old form!

"Wow, you must be hungry." He sure was! Immediately he rushed towards the hand, which held the crispy delicacy between its fingers and towards him. Damien raised himself up a bit, carefully placing the tiny claws of his forepaws around the slender finger to steady himself a bit before eagerly sinking his teeth into his food.

Sooooo good! He munched with pleasure as his gaze wandered upward.

Unlike his first day here, Damien didn't mind it one bit anymore when Oz watched him eat. Or watched him in general. It was quite the opposite. He swallowed and looked up at the little nerd. "As expected! It tastes awesome!", Damien praised the other with a big grin. He would miss Oz's food so bad. Unless he was somehow able to convince Oz to cook him more meals, once he had changed back.

But how? Normally he would just threaten someone to get his way. Or beat them up until they learned their lesson. But just the idea of doing something like that to Oz twisted his stomach. Should he just ask him? Or… He would think about it some more…

Oz chuckled lightly as a tiny wet tongue ran over his chin. "That tickles," the small entity murmured, clearly happy. "You're so cute," he gently scratched the little hedgehog under his chin as Pip showed him his affection. It was incredible how quickly the little one had gotten used to him.

"I'm not," where did Oz get that idea? Damien LaVey was most certainly not cute! Couldn't Oz come up with a better word to describe him? Cool, sexy, handsome, strong, feared, or bold as fuck for example? "If anything, you're the one of us two who's…. c-cu… cute." Gaaah! Saying it gave him more trouble than expected. And that despite the fact that Oz couldn't understand him to begin with! Normally, Damien wouldn't even mouth such a word either. But when he looked at Oz, it was one of the first words that came to his mind.

And a few more pictures from their normal everyday life:

At first, Damien didn't know exactly what to make of the strange little guys on Oz's body. But over time he got used to them and even finds them somewhat amusing. Oz has tried to explain to him that they are called phobias and are a part of him. Damien didn't really get it, but knowing that they are somehow just a part of Oz made him more open to them. Nowadays it doesn't bother him any longer when they come close to him or try to pet him.

To be continued.

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Part 7

Damien listened. Oz had left him on his bed and disappeared into the bathroom next door a few minutes ago, from where Damien could hear some clattering and rushing water from now and then. Meanwhile he found it a little easier to relax in this still rather unfamiliar place. One way or another, he would probably have to seek shelter here as long as he had to. Whenever he thought about the fact that the stupid mirror had disappeared, his tail started to pound angrily on the soft surface of the blanket. His brilliant plan had turned out to be a total failure, and so far he hadn't come up with anything new to try tomorrow! Damien gave a deep sigh just as Oz reappeared in the room, which the little nerd shared with the zombie guy. The slender monster settled on the floor in front of him so that they could meet more or less face to face.

"How are you?", Oz asked the little hedgehog, even though he knew he couldn't talk. "That was quite an adventure today," he was still glad that the little animal hadn't hurt himself during his outdoor trip. He certainly would never have forgiven himself otherwise. After all, he was responsible for the little one at the moment. "Well… I was just preparing something for you," Oz began, regardless of the fact that he was talking to an animal, to continue his explanation. "Because… well, I thought after that little excursion today, maybe it wouldn't be to bad if we cleaned you a bit." As if the hedgehog understood him, its spines suddenly straightened and it gave an annoyed growl. Even the little tail whipped angrily through the air. How strange. Or had the animal simply sensed by the pitch of his voice that something supposedly unpleasant was coming his way? "I-I promise you that I will be very careful. Besides, I'm going to make sure that your food tastes super good today," Oz tried to persuade the little guy. And to his surprise, the little hedgehog slowly calmed down.

That was … urgh! He certainly didn't need a bath! At least Damien would have liked to say that aloud, but damn it, between his feet still stuck here and there uncomfortable little chunks of earth. Apart from that… he really didn't feel like washing himself with his own tongue like some dumb animal! He shuddered at the very thought. Of the two options he had right now, accepting the help of the little dork in front of him actually seemed to be the better one. Besides, the food-part didn't sound so bad either. "Whatever. But you better feel honored that you get to take care of me. Normally, I wouldn't allow just anyone to do that." As a sign of his goodwill, he tapped a little toward the pitch-black monster in front of him, whose expression immediately brightened with joy. The things some people got so excited about, he would never understand. Damien allowed Oz to gently slide his hands under him to pick him up and carry him from his previous spot into the bathroom.

The prince of hell was astounded by the bathroom, which he saw from the inside for the first time today. It was even more cramped here than in the bedrooms! How could the four of them possibly endure this? Scattered all over the place were various shampoos, conditioners, a variety of body creme, four different colored cups with matching toothbrushes - which made it easy to guess which one belonged to whom - as well as two large laundry baskets, one of them almost overflowing, and a lot of other stuff was wildly scattered around. Next to the bathtub, which Damien also found way too small, even if it could have served him as a swimming pool at the moment, Oz had cleared an area on the floor, as it looked like. A plastic wash bowl stood there. Curious, Damien tilted his head a little and realized that there was a bit of water in it. "I put warm water in it, but don't worry it's not hot," Oz spoke reassuringly to him. "Pfffh, seriously? There is no such thing as too hot," hopefully the water wasn't just lukewarm, after all, he had never been too much of a fan of cold showers.

Oz carefully sat down with him in front of the bowl, next to which a small towel, a hair dryer - probably the one the crazy Frankenstein monster-girl had wrecked this morning and repaired by now -, a bottle of shampoo and… a toothbrush? Only with half an ear - or head? - Damien listened as the little dork just told him that he was going to put him in the water now.

The water was warm as promised - but could have been warmer for his taste - and covered his paws, but it didn't reach up to his belly as long as he stood upright. Admittedly, Damien was quite glad that the monster in front of him hadn't overdone it with the amount of water, because he had no idea how well he could swim with this body and didn't plan to find out anytime soon. "Looks like it's okay so far, right?", Oz gently looked down at him from above as Damien stood in his oversized foot bath. Granted as a hedgehog, the bowl was almost the same size and depth as the Jacuzzi from his bathroom at home. Whereas this was certainly anything but comparable with the lack of any functions. "I guess it will do," Damien muttered to himself, looking up at Oz, who was smearing a tiny blob of shampoo on his hand and rubbing it between his thin fingertips. "May I?" "What- ?" before he could ask what Oz meant, the well-familiar hand of the friendly monster was already reaching out and lifting one of his front paws with utmost carefulness.

Normally, it should have felt unpleasant to him. His new paw, so weak and vulnerable at the moment, were stuck like a thin twig between the fingers of a giant. An extremely friendly and so gentle giant that Damien felt he didn't have to worry about Oz taking advantage of his situation. Overly cautious, the shampoo was rubbed between his clawed paws, then washed out, and then it started all over again until Damien felt that even the last crumb of dirt had been removed from his fur. To his surprise, he also found out the purpose of the toothbrush, which he had previously considered irrelevant. It served as an oversized brush to get the dirt out from between his spikes as well. Oz first spread warm water from the bowl over his back before stroking the toothbrush through his lowered spikes with smooth and steady motions. The procedure felt as pleasant as the little foot massage Damien had received earlier, which was why he unintentionally let out a delighted little noise. "This is something I could almost get used to."

So relaxed, the prince even allowed himself to be turned onto his back by the other, with Oz supporting him from behind with one hand. This time the warm water poured over his belly, which was also covered with a small layer of soil. But instead of the brush as expected, his Oz's thumb stroked across the wet, soft fur of his belly in tender, circular motions. Oooooh fuck! That felt pretty good. Why had no one ever told him how great it felt to have his belly rubbed like this until now? Alright, alright, Scott had probably said that a dozen times. But Scott also liked chewing on rubber animals, sniffing other people's butts, or getting his head patted! Damien closed his eyes and didn't notice his tail swaying back and forth through the water.

"Well, I think that should do it," Oz almost whispered his words, as the little animal in his hand lay there as relaxed as if it could fall asleep at any moment. Cute. Who could have guessed that the small creature would enjoy the bath so much? A smile formed in his eyes as he gently lifted the little critter out of the water and placed it on the towel, where it slowly opened its golden eyes again. Fondly, Oz stroked the little guy's tiny cheek, happy that he didn't flinch or gave him any other sign that he didn't wanted the contact. "I'd like to dry you off properly so we can be sure you don't catch a cold. I'm sure the hair dryer will be a little loud, but it won't hurt you, I promise… " The creature looked up at him and then at the hair dryer before sitting down and staring at him in anticipation. Almost as if he was waiting for him to get started. W-well… in that case… it seemed to be okay?

In fact, the little hedgehog hadn't even batted an eye when Oz turned on the device and blew the little animal dry. It was a bit surprising and made him wonder if their little guest might not have been a wild animal at all, but a pet. In any case, that would explain some of the more unusual behaviors he had noticed so far. Perhaps he would talk about this with his friends later. But for now, he brought the little hedgehog back to his room, so that the tiny fellow could rest a bit until dinner was served later.

What else is there to say?

Damien is not just slowly settling in to his new temporary home, he is also warming up to Oz.

He made it a habit of following his helper around the apartment, keeping a closer eye on his timid classmate.

He still doesn't care too much for the rest of the Loser Gang.

Recently, when Oz tries to pick him up, Damien makes sure to flatten his spikes.

However, he still fights back with all his strength when one of Oz's friends tries to do the same.

Since Damien still refuses to eat worms and other nasty stuff, he gets pretty much the same food as the rest of the WG residents by now.

Oz suspects it might be okay, since their little guest doesn't seem to be a regular hedgehog, but still keeps an eye out for any signs of food intolerance. So far, thankfully, that hasn't been the case.

Besides that:

Since Damien has been acting very tame lately and even walked by himself towards Oz, Oz once took the opportunity to give him a nose-to-nose kiss.

Damien was completely taken by surprise by this move and - after he had overcome the first shock - shortly afterwards curled up in a ball and stared sulky at Oz.

Because how could the little nerd dare to just start cuddling with him! After all, he is the most dangerous and badass guy far and wide! And those guys certainly didn't just cuddle around with weak little nerds like this! Oz was just lucky that Damien owed him something for his rescue. And that his food didn't taste that bad…. Or that he kind of liked it when the little bookworm started scratching him under the chin. Or how Oz smiled at him when…. … … Oh Fuck.

To be continued.;)

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Part 9

Oz listened to the steady snoring of the little creature, which had made itself comfortable at his side. Since the latest incident, the little one had become much more clingy. Not that he would have minded. On the contrary. The critter was sleeping at the moment, so Oz spent his time reading a novel. But he wouldn't get very far. Heavy footsteps could be heard as one of his roommates shuffled through the common room. "Mind if I sit with you?"

He smiled at the question. "Not at all," Oz answered his friend without transferring his words to the sleeping animal. "Well, then", the other muttered.

Two hands wrapped around him. Damien's legs suddenly hung in the air. How… ? What was going on now… ? He blinked sleepily and let out a small yawn. It was hard for him to open his eyes fully. Sheesh! Why didn't Oz just let him sleep?

Oz's slender and by now well-familiar hands reached out to him…. ... They reached out to him? Wait a minute! Oz's hands and the little nerd's face were right in front of him! But how… ? In shock Damien stared at the friendly face in front of him, while he slowly realized that someone other than Oz had dared to pick him up!

"Here you have him back," he heard his friend say softly with his deep rumbling voice. "Thank you~" His little animal friend still looked a little surprised. Probably because he had been awakened so suddenly, Oz guessed. "Don't worry. It's all good," he spoke soothingly to the little guy as he let Brian give the hedgehog back to him.

The next moment Oz felt a sudden weight bearing down on him. "Briiian? What are you doing?" he asked, half chuckling as his friend, resting his head on his own, made himself comfortable on him. "Just thought your little friend was right about you looking pretty comfortable." Oz smirked in amusement at this comment. "So I'm your pillow?" "Yep." Brian actually looked even more exhausted than usual today. "Rough day today?" asked the small entity quietly. "Mmm. Training was exhausting." Ah, right. He should have guessed that. After all, Brian was on the school team. Keeping up with a pack of energetic and hyper werewolves on your team sure wasn't always easy. "I'm sure it will be worth it. After all, your big game is coming up." "I hope so." Brian yawned. "Mind if I doze off for a minute?" "No, go ahead," Oz replied with a gentle smile.

"Well then. Good night," muttered the zombie already with a yawn. "Sleep tight," was all he could say before his friend had fallen asleep. Oz always found it astonishing how quickly and easily Brian could fall asleep anywhere. Meanwhile, on his arm, he heard miffed grumbling. "Sorry… We didn't mean to wake you," despite the angry rant, not a single one of the spikes straightened upward. Oz smiled at the fact that his little friend was so careful despite his bad mood. Tenderly, he stroked him over the head and down the back several times. Oz felt the small hedgehog pressing himself closer to him. "It's all right. Go ahead and sleep a little more if you want. I'll watch out for you. Promise."

That stupid zombie face! To simply touch him! Damien didn't allow him to touch him! Had he only realized it earlier, he would have bitten off his stupid rotting fingers! But now all the complaining didn't help anymore. He was resting in Oz's arms. And had to watch how that stupid shithead make himself comfortable next to his nerd. Way too close! Damien was boiling with rage. And the sting of jealousy drove itself deeper into his chest. "I'll bite his fucking nose off as soon as he's not paying attention," Damien promised himself. But unfortunately, that would have to wait. Sulking and scheming grimly about his revenge, he shifted closer to the yellow cardigan of the kind-hearted monster who cared for him so lovingly.

On another day...

"Oz?" "Yeah?" "I think your little friend has something against me…. " " Why do you think that?" "…He's scowling at me. Pretty bad. For half an hour?" "Maybe he's still mad because you stopped him from eating the cheese cube that fell on the floor?" "… I'm not sure that's the reason… "

Bonus: Damien being extra sulky because of Brian.

Oz calmed him down after a while with lots of pats.

To be continued.

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Part 15

Brian and Damien time!

"I swear if you pull another stunt like you did the other day then… then…. hey, don't just walk away!" But Oz's roommate just ignored him, continuing his way with shuffling steps after a quick glance down at him. Oh, how he hated that stupid zombie guy!

Furious, Damien sank his tiny pointed teeth into the fabric of the sock he had found under his newest enemy's bed. "I'm so going to kick his ass!" He pulled hard and relentlessly on the fabric in his mouth until finally he heard the sound of tearing cloth. "You bet!" His hind legs gave the defenseless piece of clothing a few well-aimed, swift kicks as Damien began to huff and puff in exhaustion. "He's… going to get… the shock of his life!" Another bite, followed by even more kicks. "And then… then he'll be sorry… he thought he could push… Damien LaVey around like that! But not with me!"

"Do you see that? Do you see that? I'm not afraid of you!" Damien was digging into the hem of his much larger opponent's pants. With a stubborn and spiteful gaze, he looked up at the zombie to signal him that he wasn't going to be shaken off so easily. It was really stupid that this didn't stop the other from dragging Damien behind him with every step the zombie took. "Hope Oz will be back from shopping soon," Damien was able to make out under a few muttered sentences of Oz's roommate.

"I'm so gonna bite your nose off!" "You make a lot of noise for such a little guy." "And you're gonna rip off my fucking tail, you dipshit! Put me down right now!" "What exactly is your problem?" "You want to know what my fucking problem is? You!" "I'm the only one you're messing around with like this." "Oh, really? You don't say!" "I don't get it." "That I fucking want to claw your eyes out?" "What did I do to you that… what am I even doing here? Talking to an animal like it would understand me… "

Brian put the little hedgehog back down on Oz's bed after this confrontation. As troublesome as Oz's new friend has been lately, when they're alone, he'd still never hurt him. After all, there are worse things than a few pair of socks with holes in them.

To be continued.

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Part 11

And of course we mustn't forget Amira! (Again this part contains more explanation than story).

The two ignore each other most of the time or avoid each other. Damien had thought at the beginning that he would have the biggest problems with the confident fire djinn. But since she doesn't know who he is, there has been very little discord between them so far.

Also, it was surprising to see how much she cared for the rest of her friends. He had kind of expected her to be more like Vera, just more risk-taking and a little wilder in temper. So to see her in the role of the big, warm-hearted sister was all new to him.

In a way, he is even thankful to her. Amira seems to know well enough what words she can use to give Oz a little push to take away some of his anxiety when the shy monster has to give a presentation in front of the class.

"I really don't know what Vicky and Oz think is so cute about you." "Hello? Just for your information I'm the fucking most attractive guy you'll find far and wide!" "And you're not particularly lovable either." "Loveable? Are you kidding me? Of course I'm not! My name isn't Damien LaVey for nothing! Is that so fucking hard to understand?" "Except to our little Ozzie, of course." "Hmph! T-That's none of your business! Stick your nose in other demons' business, dammit!" "Well. Whatever. As long as you behave yourself. Anyway, I don't have time to amuse you anymore." "Hey! Don't just run away! Coward! I wasn't done with you yet! Gaaaah, this stupid hedgehog tongue… "

To be continued.

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Part 10

Last time we focused on Brian, Oz and Damien. So this time it's Vicky's turn! (However, it's more of an explanation part).

Unlike Brian, Damien gets along with her much better. As long as she keeps her hands to herself! But apart from that, he can tolerate the constantly happy Frankenstein monster quite well.

He's already caught on that she and Oz are something like reading buddies. At least they're always talking about books he's never heard of. (Though he hardly knows any books anyhow, so that could also be the reason that he has never heard of the titles). He is not really interested in these conversations most of the time. On the other hand, it's quite cute to see how much Oz comes out of his shell when he's talking to Vicky.

Although Damien won't let Oz's stitched together friend touch him, he will definitely accept food from her if she is willing to share whatever snacks she has with him.

Vicky thinks it's super cute how attached the little hedgehog is to Oz. She also finds it pretty funny how grumpy the small one often looks. It's a pity that he won't let her touch him, but she doesn't try to force anything and just observes him with a little distance.

Even though they haven't talked about it yet, she somehow suspects that their little guest might become a permanent member of their shared apartment. However, in case she's wrong, she's already working on a plan to cheer Oz up if he should part with his new friend.

"Aw! He's so cute!" "He often gets sleepy after eating like this~" "From the look on his face, he seems to be doing pretty well, too." "Yeah, I think he's settling in by now." "Must be because he sees how good you take care of him." "Y-you think?" "Of course! After all, you're the only one who can pick him up without him starting to growl or bite. And he lets you pet him! But say… " "Yes?" "Do you want to give him a name?" "A name? I… I don't know… Should I give him one?" "If he stays with us longer it would definitely be handy." "Maybe. I'll… I'll think about it."

To be continued.

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Part 6

Today he absolutely had to do something about his problem, Damien decided for himself after he had a good night's sleep and a full stomach. After their shared breakfast, the residents of the small apartment hurried through the rooms in a big commotion to get ready for the upcoming school day. "Has anyone seen my jacket?" shouted Amira. "Behind the sofa. I think," it called back rather cheerfully from the bathroom, from which some ominous flashes of light appeared. "Was that the hair dryer?" asked Brian, not too surprised. "'Sorry! I'll fix it later! Promise," Vicky replied from the bathroom. "Found my jacket!" announced Amira. "Where was it?" wanted Oz to know, who just for the third time made sure he hadn't forgotten any of the school books he needed for today. "In the oven." What a bunch of messy idiots, the young heir to the throne thought as he listened to the mindless chatter from the edge of the bed. He would not spend another night here. But for that, he had to get out of here first. And… where to go then? Maybe to school, he mused. If he found that stupid mirror again and just hit it enough, maybe it would transform him back? At least with broken machines it often helped to give them a good punch to get them going again.

Yes. Yes, that was indeed a good plan! Damien was convinced it would work. But Spooky High was a hell of a long way from here. At least in his current form. Why hadn't he been able to transform into something cooler? An eagle with mighty wings? Or something that at least had longer legs and wasn't so tiny! It upset him so much to think that he should be something as uncool as a hedgehog! That was so not rad or metal at all! The little nerd snapped him out of his thoughts. The shadowy monster stared at him with his head tilted slightly to the side. " You will have to stay alone for a couple of hours… I'm really s-sorry, but we have to go to school," the noob explained to him as if he were a empty-headed toddler. But wait. Was the other really going to leave him here? How was he supposed to get to his destination then? No way! "You're not leaving me here!" Damien immediately shouted angrily and walked restlessly along the edge of the bed, looking for a way to get down from there.

"O-oh, wait, I'll help you," at least the noob understood it this time. Damien allowed himself to be picked up, although not very willingly - and only with his spikes raised in tension - and set down on the ground by the other without struggling any further this time. "Finally you got it," he puffed quietly to himself and hurriedly walked over to the beige shoulder bag in which the nerd had so carefully packed all his school supplies. "Where are you going?" the latter asked him in puzzlement, which Damien paid no further attention to for the moment. Instead, he somehow tried to get into the open bag, which he just couldn't seem to succeed in doing. "You can't go in there," the voice in his head sounded almost amused. Oh sure he could! Just wait and see! Damien tried to bury his tiny claws in the fabric to climb up it. But this new body was definitely not made for that kind of activity. He kept slipping off with his hind legs. Darn it! Did he really have to? But that was so… Graaaaaah! Gritting his teeth, he almost cursed himself for even considering this option. But at the moment, just about any means was fine with him. So he turned around and tried to put on his best begging face, like Scott did when he wanted his school lunch leftovers. "I'm telling you I really can't… I mean… " Come on! Damien stepped it up a notch and let out a pitiful whimper. If anyone ever found out, he would first get rid of all the witnesses and then kill himself out of pure shame! "But… the school is… oh… dang… " " Fine. You can come with me." Jackpot! "But you really need to stay in the bag. It's… not exactly safe at school. Especially for such a small animal." Yeah yeah, whatever! "Better hurry up and stop fussing!" demanded Damien impatiently.

Oz once again rearranged the books in his bag a bit. So that he could be sure that the little hedgehog could safely sit on them and he himself wouldn't have to worry about the little animal being squeezed in between his school stuff. "This should do it," impatiently the spiky animal scurried next to him as if it could hardly wait to come along. Quite strange, considering how little of a clinger the little one had been so far. But maybe he just didn't like being alone? Carefully, Oz grabbed the small guy and gently placed him in his shoulder bag. "Ooooz! We have to go, the bus is coming!" "I'm on my way."

It had taken until the third period for Damien to finally find an opportunity to escape the awfully overprotective looks of his self-appointed overseer. The shadowy nerd had just been called to the blackboard by the teacher. The perfect opportunity to finally sneak away! Damien popped his head out from between the flap and the bag and, mustering all his remaining strength, began to free himself from his prison.

It wasn't quite so simple. "Coooooome on! A LaVey wouldn't let a stupid bag stop him for sure!" he grumbled lowly as he pushed first his head and then the rest of his body out and a step further towards his sweet freedom. Only for him to land ungraceful on the ground as soon as his upper body started to tip over. Thankfully the fall hadn't been particularly high and quickly he scrambled to his four legs, shook himself briefly once and looked around searchingly. "Okay. So far so good." The first step was done! So on to the second. As stealthily as possible, Damien hurried under the rows of desks and past all sorts of pairs of feet toward the classroom door, which was… argh! Damn, it was closed! "Teacher! I have to go to the bathroom!" Ah! "Perfect timing!" he muttered. Damien waited his chance until the door opened, then dashed forward after the hurrying student out of the classroom. Hehe, he was really a hot shot! Everything went smoothly.

Oh Fuck! Nothing went smoothly! Up until the schoolyard, everything had just gone great and Damien had made his way through the tall grass towards the bathrooms with confidence. But then things had taken a turn for the worse. Starting with the fact that he was almost hit by a gigantic soccer ball, which flew past him like a cannonball! And then these fucking idiots, who almost trampled him to death shortly after, because they were chasing after this stupid ball! Damien had tried to get out of the danger zone as fast as possible. Exhaustedly panting and quite out of breath, he had finally reached the place where yesterday the greatest drama of his life so far had taken place. But as small as he was, everything looked strangely alien to the hellish prince. It was hard for him to orientate himself, but this was the place, wasn't it? Except that the fucking mirror was nowhere to be seen! There was not even the tiniest hint of the cursed artefact anywhere!

And to make matters even worse, the sky began darkening! "Don't tell me it's seriously starting to rain now!" he groaned, exhausted and at the end of his patience, and glanced up at the gloomy sky. Only that it was actually not so gloomy. It wasn't a cloud blocking out the sun, he realized, blinking in wonder. A shadow lay over him and… became larger and larger and… oh shit! The eyes of the usually bold prince widened in horror as he recognized the ominous figure of a raven, which landed in front of him with mighty wing beats. The pitch black creature, looked at him with dark cold eyes as if judging whether he would make an easy meal. "You're fucking kidding me, dude," Damien half-whispered in disbelief. His fur began to prickle with uneasiness. This wasn't good at all…

"F-Fuck off! You… you oversized roast chicken!" he shouted at the bird angrily and with a hint of fear in his voice. As if in response, the feathered animal in front of him cawed loudly. A gust of wind triggered by the - from Damien's point of view - huge wings, blew grains of sand and dust into his face and made him stagger back. Startled, the prince realized that the raven had taken to the air again, but instead of flying away, it was rushing towards him at an incredible speed! Running away was not an option. He could not escape the creature's sharp claws that way. And far and wide there was no cover for him. What should he do… oh damn, no idea if this went well! Damien did what seemed to him the only way to get out of this story in one piece. Maybe. He crouched himself as good as he could, raised his pointed spines and hoped that they would somehow help him against the claws or the hard beak of this beast. But, if he was honest… he already saw himself ending up as a hedgehog ragout. He was far too young and handsome to die! And then in such an unspectacular way! No wild explosions. No fire. No spectators to make sure that his story would be told thousands of years from now! Nobody would know how he ended!

"S-Shoo! L-l-leave him alone! T-this isn't food!" What? Damien's head shot up. At first he wasn't sure what he was looking at. Some dark mass, no… no, feet, legs, a yellow cardigan, and two wildly flailing arms trying to scare away the upset cawing and flapping bird! Damien could hardly believe that the nerd, of all monsters, had rushed to his help. His rescuer's voice trembled and his legs shook as if he were standing on a rickety old hanging bridge that someone had set into violent vibration. And still the shy nerd lashed out at the stubborn raven, who didn't seem to accept so easily why he should give up his prey now. "I-I… I t-t-told you to g-go away!" Suddenly the animal staggered in the air for a moment, even though Damien's classmate hadn't touched it, but the raven caught itself again shortly after and this time actually fly away. Apparently it had finally given up. In disbelief, Damien blinked up at the monster in front of him, which, leaning slightly forward, took a deep and exhausted-sounding breath before slowly turning his face to him.

The black hair still all tousled from the rough confrontation with the puffed-up fowl, Oz crouched down in front of him. "Whew… that was a close one." His skittish classmate smiled apologetically at him. "I-I'm s-sorry that… that I didn't get here faster… " Damien could hardly believe that this fool in front of him was just seriously apologizing to him, even though he himself had been the one to make a run for it on his own. Such a… little fool…. "You must have been pretty scared… are… you okay?"

How could anyone be so kind-hearted? "I would have been fine on my own," Damien muttered, not particularly convinced by his own words. With small steps, he approached his saver. "You didn't have to look for me. You know, I left because I wanted to. But you… you're so… so… ", Damien failed to get angry. Or throw any of his insults at him. Not when this naive fool was fighting a fucking killer raven just for him. Or throwing him those encouraging little smiles with his eyes as if to tell him that everything was going to be okay, even though he himself looked like he could use someone to give him an uplifting pat on the back. "You can barely take care of yourself. And then you try to protect someone else, of all people… " Damien swallowed slightly, barely able to believe what he was about to say. "You know, I think you need someone to look out for you a lot more than I do. So, I guess I'll take care of that for a while, whether you like it or not."

This time Damien flattened his spikes before soft, and so not at all suited for fighting, hands wrapped around his tiny body. "Oh thanks. You don't seem to be hurt. Such a relief," echoed the soft voice with honest relief in his head. "Of course I'm not. I'm pretty tough," Damien mumbled softly. "It's going to take more than a puffed-up fowl like that to beat me." Oh well. "But I guess for such a beanpole you didn't do too badly either~," a small smile flitted across his lips, even though Damien knew the other didn't understand a word of what he'd told him. Oz's thumb stroked gently across his cheek, which didn't feel too bad. Damien felt his heart slowly calming down after that frightening encounter.

For the first time, the transformed prince now took the time to look more closely at the kind-hearted monster in front of him. Oz was definitely his complete opposite. His dark skin felt cool and soft. He came across as lanky and not the least bit strong. He dutifully went to class and listened to their teachers. His voice stuttered as soon as he got nervous and was sometimes so quiet that even though it went right into his own head, it could be hard to understand. But at the same time it was as kind and gentle as each of his touches. Even now, the smooth hands held him just tight enough for Damien to have a secure hold without the risk of falling. And then there were Oz's eyes, constantly searching his gaze. Bright white, they clearly reflected every single emotion. Even without a mouth, it wasn't that hard to read them. In fact, Damien had practice at that anyway. After all, unlike his pa, his dad had very similar facial expressions to Oz. And maybe… just maybe, today had awakened a tiny bit of interest in him for this lovable fool who was so different from himself.

To be continued.

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Part 8

Besides his current situation, his life so far with the Losergang was not so bad. At least not as bad as he had expected at the beginning. After all, there was something good to eat every day! And when it was Oz's turn to cook, he was sometimes even allowed to taste the cooking beforehand.

But even apart from that, there was a lot to discover. Both the habits of Oz's friends and the shadowy monster itself. Admittedly, it was difficult not to pick up this or that when spending most of the day among these four chaotic monsters.

"Do you like music?" Damien had just finished his digestive nap and was still blinking a little sleepily at Oz when the latter surprised him with his question out of the blue. Music? How did he come up with that now? Damien tilted his head in surprise. Oz smiled a little, leaned over the protruding wooden footboard of his bed and pulled out a guitar that had been resting on the side of the bed. Damien had somehow thought it belonged to the zombie dude. But apparently he had been mistaken.

Oz placed the wooden guitar on his lap and played a little. "You know, we started a band a few months ago," the other explained to him calmly as his fingers moved over the sides of the instrument. "Amira and Vicky got it into their heads that we'd be good enough by the next prom to have our first performance in front of an audience," the black hands paused for a moment. "Honestly, the thought of playing before so many people makes me pretty anxious." He was silent for a moment before continuing. "But… it's probably like the rehearsals? Once you're in it, it's not so bad?" "… I hope."

Even Damien could hear that Oz sounded anything but confident. Obviously, someone had some serious stage fright. And that didn't surprise Damien at all when it came to Oz. The little nerd didn't seem like the type who liked to be in the spotlight. "A-anyway… I think if I just practice enough, it'll be fine, right?" Well. Could be? Damien really wasn't an expert at these things. But yeah. Practical experience certainly didn't hurt. After all, he hadn't become the best and most famous arsonist in the country overnight by twiddling his thumbs.

"So… I hope you don't mind if I practice a little," Oz muttered quietly to himself. The little hedgehog looked up at him. Almost as if he was just waiting for him to finally get started. Um… well, then... let's go.

Warm, soft sounds filled the room. Damien blinked. He listened intently, taking in every little facet of the piece. He had definitely expected a more amateurish performance. But Oz knew how to handle his instrument. It sounded pleasant. Not necessarily the kind of music Damien usually preferred, but… Damien paused in his thoughts when he heard the voice of his shy classmate in his head once again. But not because Oz started chatting with him. Oz sang. The white eyes closed to concentrate on the melody. Damien was blown away. Fascinated, he stared at the little nerd who let his voice sound so light as a feather here in front of him. No stuttering, as he usually did sometimes when he started to get nervous or bashful. No idea what exactly the four had planned for their performance, but Damien definitely felt the desire to hear more from Oz and secretly hoped that the other would have the courage to sing on the day of their performance as well. Even if only for one song.

Bonus: Tiny Damien on a big guitar.:D

In addition, the demon prince learns a lot about Oz's favorite comics, as well as the nerd's favorite heroes and villains. Damien is already relieved that Oz also reads other things than just boring books with lots of small text. He prefers the comics with their pictures far more. Apart from the light fare, the nerd also reads some rather complicated-sounding comics where Damien hardly understands the plot, even when Oz tries explaining it to him when he sees Damien joining him while reading.

And recently, the prince has also been trying to make himself useful. Oz needs a pencil? No problem! Not for Damien LaVey! He will take care of that with ease and fetches one from the nerd's pencil case! … Nobody needs to know how difficult it actually was to carry that stupid, bulky thing over to Oz.

Oz on the other hand is so proud of his new little friend. Which is why he always praises him when Damien behaves so sweet towards him.

Te be continued.;)

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