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siren07tucker · 4 years

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Coraline Grumbot AU inspired bye @petrichormeraki

Part 7 The truth in Magic

It was one line of code it was simple but it was infuriating. GB’s parents tried their very best to make them as human as possible in terms of feeling but of course they were scared of being parents so they added a few things that would help, like a line of code that prevents their kid from voicing certain opinions. And a line of code that prevents him from deleting lines of code unless they are a error.

“I am still so sorry honey the barge has been far too busy! But don’t worry your uncle scar said that he could watch you” Grum wanted to wine and complain but his code prevented him from doing that an besides he liked being with his uncle.

“It’s fine daddy I love hanging out with uncle scar!” His father smiled. Grumbot hated his coding at least the parts that restricted him from doing things he could mostly say whatever he wanted but his coding seem to be a bit too much now, before he could barely notice it it was a part of him but now, it was like he was thinking outside of his coding?

“honey... has anything felt off in the garden?” Grumbot shook his head.

“No daddy, why? are you OK?” Grum Didn’t lie, well he couldn’t actually lie, unless it was for prank and he could give false information to people he didn’t know.

“i’m OK honey. it’s just me being paranoid… but I just want to remind you not to leave the garden without me or Mu- your father, do you understand, grum” Grian stared at his son, Grumbot Could see some type of panic in his dad‘s eyes and it scared him a little.

“Y- yes. Yeah, ok daddy I understand” Grian relaxed a little bit. Grum noticed how tired his dad looked, and part of him felt bad. The two walked in silence the only sound was coming from the jungle around them.

“hey! Grian and grum!” Scar happily cheered he wasn’t in his mayor outfit instead he wore his wizard robe and a pair of sweatpants.

“Hi Scar, thank you for watch- look after GB on such short notice” scar finally noticed his feathered friends current state, his smile faltered but quickly returned when he put his attention on the little boy in front of him.

“excuse me having my little assistant is always a pleasure! Say grum A certain kitty is waiting for you in Larry!” Grum smiled and ran towards the snail

“have fun honey! I’ll come and pick you up later!” Grumbot turned around and waved goodbye before continuing on his way. Scar put his serious face on.

“spille” Grian was confused

“spille what?” Scar ‘side’

“Grian what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing“ scar started to laugh he tried to smother his giggle.

“Ha ha! HOOO Grian, Buddy, my dearest friend! As long as I known you whenever somethings nothing it usually ends up being something! Those times you tried hiding it and I’m sorry to say if you’re trying to hide it currently you’re not doing a great job at it. Sooo I recommend you spille the tea or I will get someone that will make you spille! So what will it be” Grian had to say that scar could be a bit scary at times.

“OK fine! Me and Mumbo haven’t been doing the best… we’ve been fighting more-“

Wait a second! you two are fighting! like fighting! “fighting! like not training fighting! but yelling at each other fighting!” Grian looked away from his shocked friend in shame or embarrassment.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why, but I want to fix it! I mean, I love that spoon to The moon and back... and I don’t want it to affect grum. I know me and Mumbo aren’t officially married but I had some friends that had some divorced parents, they all still became great people but they still struggle more than others an-“ Grian didn’t notice he was crying before Scar wrapped him in a hug. Grian’s Face went pink Asghar snuggled into him it was comfortable and he missed getting hugs or being touched like this it was just so gentle and genuine, he couldn’t help but melt into it.

“Grian. you’re a great hermit, a wonderful friend and a fantastic father to Grumbot! But you are just one man… Grian you are ‘human’ and that’s OK. It’s enough to be human G. Gods how many times have we had this talk. you know I will always be here for you, even… especially when Mumbo isn’t here for you. so why do you insist on bottling up your emotions I think your the spoon. But if you want my honest opinion on the matter of your lovers quarrel, I think you and Mumbo need to talk through things and figure out what changed. I know it won’t be easy but you don’t have to do it right now just soon and when you get into arguments don’t yell try to think it’s clear as you can and not let anger get in front of your eyes.OK?” Grian nodded against scars chest his robes were soft and he was just really tired.

“thank you... and I wanted to ask you... if you felt like you were being watched recently?” Scar stiffened and he looked at Grian

“do you think it’s them?” Grian looked away

“I think? It feels like them but different” scar nodded

“do you need charms”

“No, no i’m good the gate is still up. But Grum might need to look over… they can target him” scar Pulled away from Grian A soft smile on his face.

“of course I will G, as long as you take care of yourself and If anything it’s overwhelming you can ways drop Grum here and we can chat if you need… Grian you know I… care deeply about you, I will always be here if you need a shoulder to cry on” The two men smiled at each other, One with trust and the other with a small bit of longing.

“I should go do you know how Grum can be” Grian laughed

“excuse me! my son gets his mischief from his daddy!” Go to laughed at each other. Grian Reluctantly flew away.

#hermit craft #coraline grumbot au #grian x mumbo #grumbo #scarian

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a-little-bit-colorful · 7 years

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Here's part two of @devils-deeds-23 's Coraline au!!

Spooky stuff happens and Luke feels uncomfortable.

"Bricks?’

"I don't know what to tell you Luke, it probably just leads to the apartment next door." His father commentated. Luke was still puzzled, questions running through his head at fifty miles an hour. Evan still tired from doing his taxes, stood up and walked out the room.

"Well fuck."

"Language!"

Luke huffed in disappointment. He was really hoping that the door would lead to a secret room full of pirate treasure. Or something interesting like that. Oh well. He closed the small door slowly with dissapointment.

Knowing it would be dinner soon, he stood up and grabbed his doll that was still on the floor. Then left to prepare for supper. The door still in the back of his mind.

The afternoon went by as it normally does. Food here and complaining there. Luke did his daily chores. Same as always. After everything was done, he headed to bed after a long day of absolutely nothing. Passing the living room, he took a chance at the little door one last time. Nothing had changed, bricks were still there. The thing was still unlocked, but he didn't think much of it.

Seeing nothing out of place he carried on to his room.

Luke got settled into bed, trying not to be disappointed by the fact he never saw Jonathan today. Starring at the ceiling for a bit he started to drift. Rolling over to the doll that sat on his bedside table, he turned its head away from him. (What? He didn't want that damn thing watching him sleep...)

Luke was on the bridge of sleep when he heard it, a slight tapping beneath his bed. It was constant, and fast. He was to tired to actually get out of bed to see what it was, so he just leaned over the edge of the bed. A flash of grey hopped passed Luke's head.

He quickly realized what was happening and followed after what ever was under his bed. The body of fur stopped at the top of the stairs. The thing’s ears poked up in question. This thing was a bunny, Luke realized.

The bunny raced down the stairs, Luke wasn't far behind. The ball of fur took a sharp turn into the living room. It ran through a crack in the tiny door on the wall.

He thought he caught the damn thing. Maybe he could’ve convinced his dads to keep it. But when he opened the door, he had an entirely different idea in his head. A slinky like mechanism sprung, the space behind the door getting longer. The bricks where no longer there. A tunnel of sorts taking its place. Luke's mind went to childish things when a gust of wind came from the tunnel. (He was thinking about farts.)

The pretty colors that illuminated the long tunnel lighted Luke's way to a room. The same room he came from.

Confused, he looked around. Finding the painting on the wall that reminded him so much of 'ol sugar toothed Jonathan the other day, he noticed something a little bit off.

Instead of the fallen ice cream boy from earlier in his exploration, a happy 'my-ice-cream-didn't-fall-and-I'm-going-to-eat-this-treat" boy stood in the painting. Surely his parents where fucking with him again, as they where prone to pranks even if the are grown adults.

Whispering profanities of how dumb of a prank this was, there was a humming paired with sizzling coming from the kitchen.

Wanting to follow the great smell of home cooked meals, Luke slowly strutted to the kitchen. The room seemed... brighter than usual. He didn't pay attention as all he wanted was to find where the smell of breakfast came from, damn the fact it was the middle of the night.

His father stood at the kitchen counter, his back to Luke. Luke could immediately tell something was off as Evan didn't seem to have his cast on his right arm. Luke made an effort to wake his father up from what he assumed was him sleep walking.

"Dad, why are you up so late? And where's your ca-"

"There you are! I was starting to get worried."

Luke backed away slowly till he was in the doorway to the kitchen once again. That wasn't his father. Face and body like him, but this person’s right arm seemed perfectly fine! Not even a scratch! But that wasn't what scared Luke the most.

It was the black sewn on buttons that took the place of his fathers eyes. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human.

"And who are you?" Luke asked clearly suspicious. The Evan Fong imposter spoke in a voice almost too cheerful.

"Don't you recognize me? I'm your other father idiot! Would you go get Dathi, that stick of a man hasn't eaten in forever."

Luke was still in denial that this was happening, thinking that this was only a dream. He might as well have some fun, see where all of this will go. The other father broke Luke's thought process when he hurried him on, explaining that David was in his office.

Luke left the room for Dathi's office, still weary of the Evan imposter. Luke wandered towards the familiar sound of Dathis prized guitar. It's been a while since its melodic sound filled Luke's ears. Dathi used to play it 24/7, but once he started his book the house had been awfully quiet.

Walking through the suspiciously joyful flat, he noticed that all of the family photos that once adorned the walls were now photos of small rabbits. He didn't really want to question it.

After what felt like an eternity the teen was standing in the doorway of a very brightly lit room. This place was almost too professional for his fathers personality; Luke took note of the James Bond -ish aesthetic, he'd probably joke about it with Jonathan the next day.

A lanky figure sat strumming a guitar lazily. It sure looked a lot like his father. Only more up kept and those god forsaken buttons were on his face. When the figure noticed Luke he stood up promptly, taking no time crossing the office and enveloping Luke in a bear hug.

He immediately tensed, neither of his fathers had ever hugged Luke like this person had. If he were to be completely honest, he'd say no one had ever hugged him like this.

Dathi stepped back, keeping his hands on Luke's shoulders.

"Well if it isn't the greatest child I have!"

"I'm the only child you have." Luke said giving the Dathi imposter a snarky look.

"Oh I know that," He retorted. "I was kidd'n wit' ya!"

Luke pushed off the hands clamped on his shoulders, and began rocking on his heels. "So there's some food in the kitchen, don't know if you want it."

He and Dathi left for the kitchen. Feeling that something or someone was watching him.

When they got to the kitchen, Evan was waiting for them. A big grin on his face.

Something was so unnerving about this place, but Luke couldn't figure out what. Of course the button eyes were weird and kinda disgusting. But he ignored the uncanny valley effect still, because damn was this food good!

This weird place seemed like such a nice place to be so far! Of course it got better when a knock came from the back door. Evan seemed really exited to answer the door. He opened it slowly, as if taunting Luke.

It was Jonathan. Of course he had button eyes but other then that, everything was a complete replica! (Luke would know, he spends all day memorizing every inch of Jon in silence.)

He had the same blue hoody, only it was unzipped. A tank top like shirt under it, reading "baby blue." He also wore some shorts that left nothing to the imagination. He wore the obnoxiously large boots that went up mid thigh Jon wore when they first met. As he said a couple days ago: "They're comfortable and make me feel fantabulous!"

The other Evan walked up behind Jon, placing his hand on the top of his head and pulling out what looked to be a leash.

"I couldn't help but notice you've been... stressed out lately." Evan paused a wide smile forming on his face. He attached the hook of the leash to the collar like choker around other Jon's neck. Handing the rest of it to Luke.

"So I thought'd I'd get you a new toy," He said way too calmly. Luke of course was horrified (and a little too exited... not that he'd say it.)

"Umm... thank you?" Luke said warily. He was still really flustered, but still tried to hide it.

He looked around to find something else to look at besides his cru- friend. His friend. Yes that's what he is.

His eyes found the clock, staring at it for a moment in deep thought. It was already 4 am? He should get some actual sleep.

Luke started to complain that it was late and that it was about time he got some rest. "No worries! Your room is upstairs, like it always is. You two go ahead, me and David will clean up." Evan replied. Dathi stood up brushing off his pants and waved happily at the teens.

Luke held the end of the leash loosely, walking towards his room. The other Jon followed behind, those damn boots thumping the hard wooden floor.

Once they reached Luke's room, he was lost for words. His once cluttered desk and broken book shelf were nicely organized, they looked brand new! Posters he could only longingly stare at from afar in the stores now hung upon his walls.

The one weird thing was the cat statue that stood above the window was replaced by an owl. He didn't pay it much attention anyway.

Depending on who tells the story, Luke either went to bed happily with the other Jon siting at the desk besides his bed. Or he and Jon "stay up" and have some "fun times." Going to bed snuggled up against each other.

All I can say is, Luke is in for one hell of an emotional trainwreck.

FINALLY!!! My writing style seemed to change, so that's a thing. I'm so sorry this has taken so long! Hopefully part three won't take as long??? Have a nice day my friends!

#this took WAY too long #I've been 1. in the hospital and 2. very lazy #coraline au #i may go back and edit this a bit more

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