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writingforatwistedworld · 5 months

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oooo ok ok ok

so what bout a platonic deuce, epel, and lilia with a gn reader that kinda talks out loud to themselves when they play?

like they say how much they want to be this character's brother, or how they bet this character would be a good parental figure, etc. or even when another character says/does something they don't like they kinda just, voice their opinion on it?

just their reaction to reader talking out loud/voicing their thoughts lmao srry if this doesn't make sense

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, description of violence, obsessive themes, religion, war (if you squint)

Deuce Spade/Epel Felmier/Lilia Vanrouge-Player voicing their thoughts whilst playing (PLATONIC!)

Deuce is a calm guy, they said. Deuce is a chill guy, they said

Well whoever they are haven't seen him when you are around, behind the screen or not

This guy is just happy that you confide in him enough that you voice your thoughts to him

Don't mention that you are just on venting-you-thoughts mode when you play… Like seriously, don't.

He is always more than happy to listen whenever you are talking.

Could be about how much you like his newest card design but could also be about what you want for dinner. Idk? I would recommend something light like banana muffins with blueberries. It's very tasty. Trust me.

If you could see through the coding he would be like “Oh really.” and “You don't say.” or “What? Really?”

What I am trying to say is that he is probably more engaged in this “conversation than most would be

If some poor NPC “interrupts” (aka not heating what he is hearing and starting to talk) he will show them how fragile the ordinary human nose is. In other words, fist meet face. Nose make crack. NPC is screaming.

But on another note, should you voice wishing to be a family member of his, say for example his sibling, he would be over the moon

He is in lalaland, imagining how he and his younger siblings would enjoy their free time together. Heck, probably taking care of some chicks

Oh, and what if you were his older sibling? Like, wow, you would be such a cool role model! You probably wouldn't be a thug like him so that makes you even… cooler (?) in his eyes

Dude over here is having such a great time imagining being your sibling he is low-key looking like he ascended

But then he starts to imagine the darker sides of life

Like how his younger sibling could be bullied in school whilst he is stuck on this island

Or even worse if you are the older one of you two, you might start dating!

I don't know if it is funny or sad that he is feeling a sensation of loss over a sibling he never had

Like bro, chill. Don't beat up that student that looks similar to the imaginary partner you just made up in your mind. They can't be held accountable for your min-OH NO DON… Didn't he want to stop with this?

Epel is literally frothing at his mouth when he hears your innermost thoughts

Now now, I know this is creepy (like wtf get yourself together man) but I promise he is totally normal (who am I kidding he looks like he has rabies) and is also a totally chill guy (is it obvious that I am lying?)

Religious indoctrination or whatnot

Imagine, you are already isolated in a village filled with religious zealots, always hearing how great that person (you) is

And then they spill everything on their mind to you

Give him a day or two and he will be back to normal… if we ignore that poor student in the corner

Like man, you noted one single time how much you liked this NPCs design and the next thing he knows he is seeing red

It's kinda like seeing your favorite family member favoring that one annoying cousin who is related to you over five corners

Has a notebook and writes everything he deems important down… which is a lot to be fair (but let the guy have his weird hobby, ok?)

But then you mention how you wish you were a family member of his and oh my god I think he is this close to breaking the fourth wall for real this time

This hits home to him

Remember how I told you about his village's eight lines higher than this one? Yeah.

There had been others his age but they were little to none and his village is in the middle of nowhere so…

But we also know how much he loves his grandma so it is a given that he would cherish you as well

Also, his god saying that they would want to be related to him. Ugh. He is honored so much that it is disgusting

But I could see this isolation and certain closeness you only get with a sibling also being not so good for you

What if you like the other villagers your age more than him? What if his girly appearance drives you away from him? (Bro u probably more dangerous with those looks than without them bc no one expects you to be able to throw hands but go on)

This leads to more and more self-doubts until he more or less bursts and just turns into someone no one wants to be around because of how aggressive he is

Thank god for the fourth wall or else you wouldn't see him like his old, not-so-destructive self anymore

Lilia is… something

His interest in you isn't purely romantic. It started out as something more like him holding onto something so he wouldn't go mad during “those days” *add fire noises and screaming in the background*

So it's more of a “I BETTER BELIEVE IN SOMETHING OR ELSE I MIGHT LOOSE MY MIND” than “Omg I am such a good follower te-he” situation

Little to no one has had access to the Overseer's thoughts and he is just randomly hearing them whilst thinking about what to make for dinner

Like Epel, he is pretty intense when it comes to you. Difference is that Epels “interest” in you stems from a place of… let's say religious views and Lilias from “those days” *fire noises and screaming in the background intensifies*

But unlike the guy who more or less shares his height and is a cotton candy version of himself concerning their hair he doesn't write down your thoughts

Oh no

This guy listens to it like he is hearing the world's greatest opera singer perform live in front of him

Thank goodness no one other than the other Diasomnia students mention your ramblings or else there would be heads flying

What? Can't a guy hope to have some special link to his deity? God, you all are so cold. Can't you even try to see his perspective? (I am joking please don't do what he does your reaction is totally valid)

But then you once mentioned how much you want to be part of his little family and whoops- there went his sanity

What if he had adopted you and Silver at the same time?

Wouldn't that be the cutest?

Sebek is almost screaming when he suddenly hears *ahem* LILIA-SAMA cooing at nothing out of nowhere

You two would be so cute growing up together and he would be the one honored to be this close to some kind of reincarnation of his God

But- but what if he was the only one knowing who you truly were? The other Faes (Malleus and Sebek being the exceptions) can't hear you so what if… what if you were also seen as some sort of weird outsider like Silver?

Don't get him wrong, the Faes have never shown hostility to his son but there was always that certain distance, Sebek and his family being one of the few accepting the young silver-haired knight as he was

Suddenly Lilia feels a certain kind of rage bubbling up to the surface like he hadn't felt in a long time

Silver… uh… you better hide that meatclea- *coughcough* I mean, legendary sword from your father

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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Kissing Ace and Deuce when they ask what flavour your lip balm is

I write Reader/Yuu as female

Masterlist

ACE TRAPPOLA

“Babe,” Ace groans for the twentieth time in the past two minutes, “pay attention to me.”

“Ace,” you give him a look that does little to hide your irritation as you swipe your lip balm across your lips, “can you please be quiet?”

“Come on, Y/N,” he whines, giving you a pout as he poked your shoulder, “I just wanna spend some time with my girl. Is that so wrong?”

You gave him a look as you secure your lip balm’s cap and placed it in your bag, “We are spending time together.”

“I mean doing something fun. Not studying like a bunch of nerds,” he complains, “when you invited me to Ramshackle I thought that we were going to have some us time without babysitting your annoying cat or Loosey Deucy.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “I do remember telling you that I was going to be studying for Professor Crewel’s test this Friday. It was your idea to join me. Besides, you haven’t even been studying for the past ten minutes. I don’t remember going over house of cards assembly in Alchemy class.”

“Excuse you, Prefect, I worked very hard on that. I don’t see why you need to study so hard anyways. You’re practically the top of our class.”

“That doesn’t mean that I should start getting lazy.”

“Seriously,” he sighs, “you’re starting to sound like Riddle. All I’m saying is that we should take a break for a while. I don’t see you going over your notes when you stopped to put on that lipstick of yours.”

“It’s not lipstick, it’s lip balm. And I put it on because my lips were drying up.”

“Huh, what flavour is it?”

You look at your boyfriend and glance down at the scribbles in his notebook. To his credit he did manage to get some studying done in the past forty-five minutes he had been sitting with you at your self-proclaimed study table so you supposed that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him for a bit. With a cheeky smile, you look at him and ask, “do you really want to know?”

With a look of confusion on his face, he replied, “uh, yeah?”

You lean forwards and place your hands on either side of his face before bringing his head towards you. Tilting your head to the side, you press both of your lips together in a sweet kiss.

When you pull away he immediately grabs the collar of your shirt and kisses you again with a mumble of, “I need to double check.”

And again, “I didn’t check it properly.”

“For good measure,” he winks at you with a smirk before licking his lips, positioning one hand at the nape of your neck and kissing you so roughly that you have to grip onto the edge of the table in front of you to avoid falling down on your back (though you know for a fact that Ace would never let you get hurt), your boyfriend’s mouth swallowing the embarrassing yelp you had let out. When he had eventually pulled away - since, apparently, oxygen was a thing - leaving the two of you panting slightly, he gives you a smug grin, “it’s strawberry.”

“Really?” you deadpan, “after all that, you still got it wrong.”

“Huh,” he looks at you confused, “what else could it be?”

“Cherry,” you state incredulously, “how can you not figure it out? I got it because it reminds me of you.”

That smug look is back, “really, Y/N? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’ve got feelings for me.”

“Trust me,” you retort, “even I don’t know why that is. My current guess is temporary insanity.”

“Whaa-hey!”

DEUCE SPADE

Reader is shorter/around the same height as Deuce

You snap your handheld compact mirror shut once you had finished applying your lip balm, the sound of its lid clicking into place catching the attention of your boyfriend, who had been replying to a text message from his mother. The two of you were on your way back to Ramshackle after you had waited for Deuce to finish his session of track and field club when his phone alerted him that his mother was checking up on him and ‘his pretty girlfriend’ much to his embarrassment and your amusement. He looked up from his phone to glance at you.

“What’s that?” he asks as you twisted the lid of your lip balm closed.

“Lip balm,” you reply, holding it up, “Vil’s been on my case about how dry my lips are so yesterday he gave me a set of these.”

“Oh,” he looked at the little yellow stick in your hand and noticed that there weren’t any labels on it, just a bunch of really small writing in black block letters on its side, “what flavour is it?”

You give him a smile, “why don’t you take a guess?”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and before he could say anything else you had grabbed ahold of his tie and gently tugged him down before stepping up on your toes and placing your lips against his.

You can tell that he’s startled from the slight inhale he does and the way his body had tensed under your fingers, but then he immediately melts into the kiss, pressing his lips closer against yours. When you pull away, you let out a quiet laugh at the sight of his face trailing after yours, his wide cyan eyes stared at you as if he was completely entranced. A bashful rosy pink had spread across his nose and over his cheeks and ears as you beam at him.

“So,” you tease, “any ideas?”

“Um, uh,” he whispers to himself, his head tilted downwards. A contemplative look adorned his face before he looked back at yours, eyes shining with anticipation, “vanilla?”

“That’s right,” you say happily, patting his shoulder. Just as you had turned around and made a single step forwards but you felt his hand grasp your wrist and pull you back. You turned to look back at the boy next to you to see his flushed face smiling shyly at yours.

“Can,” he muttered softly, “can I have another taste, please?”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #fem reader

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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The Lost Ones Ch. 4

Chapter 4: I am a Lost Boy, from Neverland

Summary: Many things in a large city fall by the wayside, one of the things, unfortunately, are that many children are forgotten and lost.

A/N: Title for this and the concept for this entire story were when I was listening to Lost Boy by Ruth B. it’s a really good song.

Warning: Yancy is kidnapped in this fic, something I’ve been alluding to in a couple of fics. Nothing else happens to him but it does touch on the fact that worse could have happened to him.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

~::~ 14 Years Ago ~::~

-::- Arthur Isaacs -::-

Arthur had hazy memories of his birth parents. He didn’t know much but he did know that they gave him up because they couldn’t handle him.

But in the world of temporary homes he’d learned that if you wanted attention, the fastest way to get it was to be louder than anything else.

It usually got him into trouble and caused fights, but they weren’t ignoring him. He was there to them.

One of the caretakers was trying to fix his collar, it was dirt and bloodstained from a fight with another kid.

“Arthur, can you put the book down for five seconds?” She demanded harshly, then tried to push the little pocket spiral notebook out of his hands.

“NO!” Arthur screamed and twisted away.

“Listen to me,” she told him sharply. “You have someone who’s talking about adopting you. This isn’t a foster home.”

Arthur didn’t believe her, no one wanted him, she was just trying to take his notebook!

“I got this,” a deeper, southern drawl spoke up. “Howdy kiddo.”

Arthur looked up at a man in a bushy mustache, his normally messy brown hair combed back but there was still an indent that showed he usually wore a hat.

“Howdy, what’cha got there?” The man knelt down a little, smiling.

The boy glared at him before kicking the man in the shins, making him scream in anger and pain as he pulled away from him.

“Arghhhh! Yah son-of-a—!” The man screamed and Arthur smiled back.

“That’s quite enough, Edgar,” a sharper baritone sliced through the air.

The man glared at someone down the hall and Arthur froze when he saw a man standing in the doorway of the office. Arthur had heard whispers of the older kids who snuck out at night and talked about finding “The Demon”. A monster who they said dragged kids under their bed and ate them as they slept.

Arthur clutched his notebook to his chest. One of the caretakers was hovering close to his side, as if she was going to pull him away.

“Hello Mr. Isaacs,” Dark greeted, walking towards him.

Arthur stepped forward and moved to stomp on the man’s foot; confident that regardless of what happened, he’d get a pretty cool story out of it.

Dark was faster and Arthur’s foot met an impenetrable barrier that looked like it should be made of smoke.

The Entity just stared at Arthur, all the adults braced to see the seven-year-old sent flying back down the hallway for his bravado. But Dark just chuckled, clearly more amused with the boy than offended.

“Are you the Devil?” Arthur asked, not breaking eye contact.

Dark laughed, absolutely tickled by Arthur’s attitude. He bent his knees and brought himself down to Arthur’s level, “What if I said I was?”

“Prove it,” Arthur dared. “Where do you take the kids you eat?”

“I don’t eat children,” Dark told him.

“If you want my notebook, you can’t have it,” Arthur spat, twisting a bit and shielding his notebook with his body.

“You like to write?” Dark asked, smiling.

“I’m gonna be the best writer ever,” Arthur proclaimed.

Dark’s smile didn’t fade, “I’m sure you will be.”

After that Dark would walk into the office with the director. Arthur would be sent back to the other kids. He would tell the older kids he’d seen the Devil and spoken with him.

They, of course, didn’t believe him. Arthur was infamous for making up stories. He was hit by a particularly tall thirteen-year-old.

But when Arthur disappeared one morning and never returned. One of the other kids would say they saw him with a person who made the room ring and lose its color . . . well . . . they were inclined to believe that he had been right.

-::- Illinois Jones -::-

Illinois has been through a couple foster homes in his short seven year life so he knew what it meant to be brought into this room. It was the outer lobby where potential parents and foster parents got to meet the kids they were hoping to take care of. Sometimes some of the older teenagers would come and go from the room because it was a quiet place to sit and relax.

The first time he’d been in the room he had snuck in. Right now, after his last . . . he didn’t like to think about going to another place.

But he was led into the room that, unlike any other time Illinois had been inside of it, it was empty except for a man sitting at a table. He was playing chess with himself.

“Hello,” he greeted when Illinois was brought to stand next to him.

“Hello,” Illinois responded back. “Were you playing with someone?”

He smiled, resetting the board and gesturing for Illinois to sit down. “In a way. Do you like chess?”

Shrugging, Illinois looked at the man, “I played once with one of the older kids. I lost.”

“Tends to happen,” Dark chuckled, waved his hands over the board and it became a deck of cards. “I remember losing my first couple of games. Do you play cards?”

“Yeah?” Illinois answered. As he began shuffling, Illinois added, “I’m Illinois.”

He smiled, “My name is Dark.”

Really? Illinois thought, but what the boy said was, “I’ve never heard that name before.”

There was a slight, silent chuckle that passed through Dark, “Have you ever played spoons before?”

Illinois nodded.

“This is a little variant we play at my house,” Dark told him, pulling out the card on the top and tapping the little letters, “four matching numbers. Only we draw from the deck instead of passing it to each other.”

He drew three more cards, he now had: a three of clubs, a queen of spades, a four of hearts, and a seven of hearts. Then he tossed the queen into the center next to the deck. “Do you understand?”

With a nod, they started. The two played in almost complete silence.

Dark won.

They started another game, and halfway in Dark spoke up, “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re quite the escape artist.”

Illinois felt . . . the closest he could call it was scared.

“I don’t like being stuck,” Illinois evaded.

“I suppose I can relate to that,” Dark told him. Then he won again, and Illinois felt frustrated. It didn’t seem fair.

But he let Dark start another round.

“You’re good at this game,” Illinois told Dark.

The Entity smiled, “I’ve actually grown quite rusty. My . . . boyfriend and his son love playing spoons, and he has been teaching him how to cheat. So the game is less who’s faster, but who doesn’t get caught.”

Then he placed down a group of four sevens, “I win again.”

Illinois glared at him, “Hey, you cheated.”

Dark had a huge, cat-like grin on his face as he took the cards and shuffled again, “Now why would I do that?”

“How am I gonna win if you’re cheating?” Illinois complained in frustration.

“Now Illinois,” Dark’s tone was marginally firmer than before. “I’m going to ask you a simple question. I have time for one more game, or we can talk a bit. What would you like to do?”

He tapped the top of the deck twice and Illinois frowned.

“We can play another game,” Illinois pouted.

“We don’t have to,” Dark insisted.

Illinois insisted and Dark shuffled them in again and in the first round, Illinois had two fours. The game proceeded two more rounds and Illinois was feeling hopeful. Then Dark tossed the last four Illinois needed into the discard pile. Dark didn’t break eye contact with him, clearly expecting something from him. Illinois knew Dark was going to cheat again, that he was going to take the win from him.

It wasn’t fair, if he could just get into the discard pile then he’d win.

There was some clattering off in the distance and Dark turned his entire body to look down the hall. Illinois darted, grabbing the last four. But in his rush he’d forgotten to get rid of the ten he still had before Dark turned back around. He quickly chucked the card into the discard pile.

“I won!” Illinois smiled, putting his cards down and throwing his hands up in the air.

Dark just smiled, as if he was amused by him, chin resting on his palm. “I guess you did.”

He collected the cards and then grabbed the deck and fanned the cards out to show Illinois that deck was half-full of nothing but fours. Then he brought them back together and tapped them on the table, making them all disappear.

“Illinois, I am going to have to go, but I will see you again,” Dark promised.

“When?” Illinois felt a weight settling in his chest.

“If all goes well? Tomorrow, if not the day after.” Dark stood up but when he held out his hand again the deck of cards was back in his hands. “Do practice, you’re going to need it, and I want someone other than Wil winning all the time.”

“Thank you,” Illinois took the cards and held them to his chest.

Dark left and Illinois took the cards into his room, sneakily making sure to stay up late to practice and when he was ushered into a car by one of the caretakers he was yawning and almost falling asleep on his feet.

-::- Kaylor Kingston -::-

“I don’t wanna go,” Kay sobbed in panic, holding onto the table leg.

One of the caretakers was sadly looking down at the little five year old. Yesterday a man in a dark suit had come to talk to him and in the moment he’d been put at ease a bit, but now that he was being taken out of the facility, Kay was having a minor panic attack.

“Kaylor, it’s not another foster home, you even liked him when he came over,” she tried to calm him down.

It took a bit of time before Kay could be convinced to follow them down and into a waiting car. It was a black one, and when the door was open Kay could see another boy sitting inside, curled and sleeping against the door.

At first Kay was fine as he was basically belted into his car seat, but soon as the doors closed he was struck by blind fear again. “No! No! No!”

Kaylor was crying and lightly hitting his forehead on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

The other kid in the car was sleeping with a deck of cards tightly clutched in his hands. At Kay’s tears and the screaming, he woke up drowsily. “Hmmm?”

“Hello,” he mumbled before leaning over. Kay fearfully cried because he didn’t want to be alone but he couldn’t get out of his seat.

He introduced himself as Illinois and then eventually fell asleep again and it was a bit of a drive before the car stopped.

The car door on Kay’s side opened and there was the grey man in the suit again.

Their driver got out of the car to help him get Illinois out.

“I trust the drive was uneventful?” Dark asked and Kay watched Dark’s smoky dark grey aura take him out of his seat but didn’t pull him out of the car. Illinois slowly walked over to Dark, looking like he was going to fall asleep while still standing.

“Yes, Sir, smooth driving,” the driver answered.

“Hello Kaylor, I’m here to take you home,” Dark told him. “First we’re going to get something to eat.”

Kay eyes him suspiciously and Dark produced from the Void a little rabbit plushie, “Timid little one, aren’t you? You’re definitely a smart one.”

The small boy took the rabbit but it took another moment of gentle coaxing before he got out.

“There we go,” Dark smiled, using his aura to carefully scoop both boys up and whisk them toward his favorite restaurant.

-::- Yan Ayano -::-

Yan followed after the man in a cowboy hat. He looked scared. She’d never seen an adult look scared before.

“Where are we going?” Yan asked him.

Ed, for his part, was trying desperately not to panic in front of a five-year-old. Dark had a relatively specific order when he’d contracted Ed to bring him kids. They had to look like the one he already had.

How Dark wound up with a five-year-old, he had no idea. Probably Wil if the man was to put money on it. Wil had probably got sloppy drunk and the poor girl had been found out by Dark.

Really Dark made his job so much harder by being vague. About five, Asian-descent, and male were the only things Ed could think Dark wanted.

The problem: Yan ticked only two of those boxes. But it was showtime. He was already short a kid, and being short two kids would look even worse. Ed honestly blamed it on the little girl’s short hair.

In his scramble to get the kids, he’d overlooked her gender and Dark was—

Dark stepped through the portal into the warehouse that Illinois and Kay would eventually be brought to in about an hour.

The girl looked at Dark and hid behind Ed with a gasp.

Dark looked at Yan and Ed braced for a sharp dismissal. “Number four, I’ve got five in the next room.”

Ed held out her file, “Yan Ayano, from Pembroke Holy Orphanage.”

Dark took the small file, quickly flipping through it. He let out an amused chuckle, then looked back at Yan.

Then Dark bent his knees a little to get closer to Yan’s level and he change almost at the blink of an eye. Dark shifting to look like her red soul.

Ed had seen Dark’s “other half” one other time so far. Back when he worked for his father before the man was forced to retire. He knew that his father feared Dark when she was like this. That Dark was more dangerous in this form.

“Hello,” Dark smiled at Yan.

Yan poked her head out from behind Ed’s leg a bit.

Dark smiled, keeping her teeth hidden to try not to frighten the girl. “Well it’ll certainly be good to have a little lady in the house. A nice little sister.”

Ed just about died from relief.

“What if I’m not a good girl?” Yan mumbled.

Dark’s’s head tilted a bit, almost like a cat, “And why wouldn’t you be?”

“I cut Jenny’s hair because she said my haircut looked dumb,” Yan mumbled into Ed’s leg.

Dark laughed, a lilted high pitched laugh, and clapped her hands, “Oh aren’t you a delightful little peach. You are just perfect.”

Yan’s face peeked out more from Ed’s leg, looking more hopeful. “You’re really pretty.”

Dark smile didn’t fade, holding out her hands, “And so are you.”

Carefully Yan stepped forward and took her hands.

-::- Yancy Times -::-

Yancy was having the worst week of his life. He’d been going to a family reunion with his parents and he’d been sleepy during the drive. Next thing he knew someone was grabbing him away from them and he couldn’t think to scream before they were already out the door and being shoved into a car.

Then he was taken to another car and driven away from there to another building where he was put in a room.

He hid in the closet, trying to hide.

He was found by a man in a cowboy hat who dragged him away from the room and he was so scared and terrified that he just dead fished on the ground. Which in retrospect would be a last-ditch effort technique he would be taught later in life.

Yancy was unfortunately dragged off to a warehouse and locked in a room. His only tactic hid under a chair.

Then, after ages of waiting terrified, the door opened.

“As far as I know, nothin’s happened ta him,” a southern drawl was the first thing he heard.

“You’re sure?” A deeper voice demanded, he sounded angry and that terrified Yancy even more.

“Bout 75%,” the southern drawl answered. “One ‘a my boys might have gotten handsy behind my back but they wouldn’ta had a lot of time ta do anythin’.”

Then someone knelt down in front of him and Yancy tried to flinch back but there was nowhere to go.

“I want my mommy and daddy,” Yancy sobbed.

The man with grey skin glared at the cowboy, “I said no families, was I unclear?”

“Look I don’t know where he’s from, I was cleanin’ up the room an’ he was in there,” the southern guy spat. “Where am I supposed to move him ta?”

“Just go, I’ll handle this,” there was a ringing that accompanied his voice that seemed to get louder and Yancy whimpered, trying to cover his ears.

He braced for . . . something but it never came and eventually he saw the man sitting a bit farther away, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“Yancy?” Yancy replied.

“Do you know who I am?” The man asked.

Yancy shook his head.

“There’s been an unfortunate mix-up,” the man told him. “You are not supposed to be here.”

“Can I go home?” Yancy asked.

“Not yet, do you know where you’re from?” The man asked.

“I live in a blue apartment, number 18, third floor,” Yancy explained, just a touch braver.

“No, I mean—” he rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “city. What city are you from?”

Yancy went quiet, trying to remember but the name escaped him.

“Well then,” the man threw his hands up, standing up. “I’ll have to keep my eyes on you until I can send you home. My name is Dark.”

When he offered his hand, Yancy reluctantly worked his way out from under the chair. It would take him almost eleven years to make it back to his birth parents, and unfortunately it would have grievous results.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egoton Origins #kidnapping #Markiplier #Darkiplier #Ed Edgar #the Author #Illinois Jones #ahwm Illinois #King of the Squirrels #Yandereplier #Yancy #ahwm Yancy #surprise adoption #adoption through suspicious means #Yancy got lucky REALLY lucky

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purplepatton · 6 years

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a prompt: logan loses a bet to patton and has to take him to the pet store to get an animal of his choosing

thanks so much for the prompt! i sort of took my own spin on the whole “bet” thing, so i hope you enjoy what i came up with :))

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Logan really should have known better than to trust a game based on luck.

The game of poker required very little skill. In fact, Logan soon found after playing a few rounds that the only thing you needed to succeed at poker was the ability to bluff. Logan was pleased to say that he was rather good at the whole “bluffing” thing, most likely due to his tight control over his emotions.

His only real competitor was Roman, who could absolutely not be trusted in a poker match. Every move he made was calculated, every facial expression had a meaning. It was rather fascinating, and if Logan wasn’t so dead set on winning he would take more time to study the creative side during a game. Virgil generally didn’t care, but when he did he could usually win a few hands for himself. He mostly preferred to watch and deal out the cards, however. And Patton…

Patton was just downright terrible.

Logan, as a rule, tried his best not to put the others down when they failed at something (because he was, after all, a teacher and if the other sides needed help he should be there to point out helpful tips and whatnot) but Patton was almost unteachable. He just couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of bluffing, and anyone playing with him could always tell how good or bad his hand was.

If he had a good hand, he would smile and bounce up and down in his seat and fiddle with his poker chips.

If he had a bad hand, he would frown and slump down in his seat and bounce his leg.

Come to think of it, he can’t remember a time when Patton had actually won a game. So he was more than a little confused when Patton approached him and asked to play a round of poker with him.

“Are you sure?” Logan asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow at Patton. “There is an abundance of evidence that indicates I am most likely to win this game against you.”

Patton shrugged. “I know,” he said with a grin. “But I have a good feeling about this one.”

Which is how Logan found himself sitting across Patton, waiting for Roman (who had claimed the role as the dealer) to pass out the cards. Virgil watched on, apparently finding the Patton vs. Logan match more interesting than his phone.

“What game will we be playing?” Logan asked, lacing his fingers together and resting them on the table.

Patton considered the question. “How does blackjack sound to you?”Blackjack was a relatively easy game of poker. The goal was to try and acquire cards with a face value as close as possible to 21 without going over. It didn’t take too long, either, and since there was only two of them playing it would take an even shorter amount of time.

Logan nodded an affirmative before realizing that something was missing. “Patton, where are the poker chips?”

“Oh,” Patton said, a smile growing on his face. “We’re going to do things a little differently today. Instead of using the poker chips, we’re going to make a bet.”Logan pursed his lips. “And what, exactly, is this bet going to entail?”

“I haven’t exactly gotten that far,” Patton admitted, shrugging. “How about if I win, I get to decide what we do next and if you win, you can decide what we do.”

Logan ran a hand over his face, resisting the urge to sigh. “Very well.” He said tiredly.

Patton all but threw himself across the table, picked up Logan’s hand and shook it energetically before plopping himself back down in his seat. “Okay, kiddo, you can start dealing!” He said to Roman. The creative side winked at Patton before beginning the process of dealing.

First he placed one card face down in front of Patton and Logan. Then he put one card face up in front of them; the king of hearts for Patton and the eight of spades for Logan.

Logan picked up the face down card and examined it, making sure no one else could see the card. It was the seven of clubs, which gave him a total of fifteen. Not bad, but he could definitely go higher. “I think I would like another card, Roman.” He said after a few seconds.

Roman dropped another card face down in front of Logan: the five of hearts. “Logan’s showing thirteen,” He said dramatically, obviously taking his job of dealer very seriously. Next to him, Virgil snorted.

Logan tuned them out, and instead focused on his cards. His total was now at twenty, which was very good. If he wasn’t in the middle of a poker match, Logan would have been tempted to grin. “I’ll stay.” He said instead.

The attention of the table turned to Patton, who was looking rather uncomfortable. His posture was slumped, his face was arranged into a downcast expression and his fingers were tapping out a beat on the table, his leg shaking underneath. For the second time that day Logan had to fight the urge to smile.

“What do you want to do, Pat?” Roman asked. “Um,” Patton mumbled, staring at his cards with a gaze that was tinged with desperation. “I think - I’ll just -” Patton took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. “I’ll just keep what I have, I guess.”

“Alright, gentlemen!” Roman said cheerfully. “Time to show your cards.”

Logan flipped over his cards to reveal his twenty. He could feel the small smirk that had grown on his face because he knew he had won. There was no way Patton could beat him.

That feeling quickly evaporated when Patton flipped over his cards to reveal the king of hearts and an ace of diamonds, making twenty one.

Shit.

“Blackjack!” Patton cheered, his expression quickly changing from downcast to one of pure joy.

“What? But - but-” Logan spluttered. Then the reality of what had happened sunk in. “You were bluffing?!”

“Yep!” Patton leaned over and threw an arm around Roman’s shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. “Roman taught me all he knew!” Logan looked over to see Virgil trying (and failing) to muffle his laughter at Logan’s predicament. “You have to admit, Teach, it is kinda funny.” He said with a rare smile stretched across his face when Logan glared at him.

Letting out a groan, Logan let his head drop to the desk. This was not the outcome he expected when he accepted Patton’s invitation to play. A finger tapped his shoulder and he turned to see Patton beaming down at him.

“Are you ready?” He asked, an excited gleam in his eyes.

“For what?” Logan grumbled into the table, knowing what Patton was going to say and wondering if there was any way to stop the inevitable.

“I know what I want to do!”

——-

The sound of various animals barking and meowing and moving around filled the small store, and the smell of animals was overwhelming. Logan rubbed his temples and wondered if this is what hell was like.

Patton had spent the last twenty minutes flitting from cage to cage, playing and petting and cooing to each and every single animal in the store. He even tried to pick up the cats, ignoring Logan’s warning and nearly having a serious allergic reaction that was only prevented by Logan from physically dragging the emotional side to the other side of the pet store.

“How much longer is this going to take, Patton?” Logan asked, straightening his tie in annoyance.

Patton stood up from his place on the floor and shoved a tiny husky puppy he was holding into Logan’s face. “What do you think?” He asked with a big toothy grin.

“Don’t you already have dog?” Logan asked skeptically, referring to the dog Roman gave Patton a while ago. Logan had been unwillingly forced to walk and feed and generally take care of the dog as none of the other sides were really equipped to take care of a living animal. (And no, he wasn’t emotionally attached in any way to the dog; he only took care of it and nothing more because he had a reputation to maintain and admitting to caring about small creatures was not a part of the image he strove to maintain).

“Yeah,” Patton shrugged, sounding unconcerned. “But I though Logan Jr. could use a friend.” He paused, thinking before saying to himself more to Logan, “I think I’ll name him Lucky. Lucky the husky.” “Very creative.” Logan sarcastically. Patton ignored him and skipped over to the other side of the room where a bored looking employee stood behind the counter.

Logan ran a hand through his hair and sighed, glad at least that the waiting was finally over. He glanced down at his wristwatch and cursed inwardly when he saw the time. They were late to meet Thomas and the other sides to brainstorm for a new video idea. If anyone asked them why they were late, Logan would blame Patton.

“Patton, we’ve got to go!” Logan said sharply. He started to sink out, knowing that the other side would follow him before remembering something important. “And leave the dog in your room; you can introduce him to the others at a different time.”

And with that Logan sunk out into the common area.

“Hey, Logan!” Thomas called from where he, Virgil and Roman were gathered around the table with notebooks open on the table. “Where’s Patton?”

“He should be coming.” Logan said smoothly, walking over to the table.

And speak of the devil, Patton popped up not two seconds later, holding up Lucky in a way that was reminiscent of Rafiki holding up Simba in The Lion King. “Guys!” he yelled excitedly. “Look at my son!”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and tried not to scream in frustration.

“Um,” Thomas said, sounding concerned. “When did we get another dog?”

#thomas sanders fanfiction #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #ts fanfiction #katwrites #patton is a little shit #but we all love him

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I dreamed that a Hunger-Games-like program was created by the multiverse as a whole to cull alternate timelines when they got too numerous. Sixteen universes at a time, each being assigned a court card for identification purposes, created teams of fighters to be sent into a massive interdimensional campus. (The team size seemed to vary, but was typically about five people.) Then they’d fight in a huge free-for-all. When a team was eliminated, their universe would be destroyed. Last team standing was allowed to continue existing.

The game had some more details and rules to it. Some of them included:

The teams had a weird mix of Tarot and playing card imagery. The suits were playing cards (Heart, Diamond, Spade, Club) but the ranks were Tarot (King, Queen, Knight, Page).

Teams had communicators, but all communication was routed through a team leader. If the leader died, the remaining members could no longer communicate remotely.

Everyone entered the arena with nothing but their clothes. Equipment (weapons and armor obviously, but also food and medicine and stuff like that - the game took a pretty long time) was scattered and hidden for people to find and use.

Each team was assigned another team to be their “nemesis”. Eliminating a nemesis team won your team better equipment, which would be automatically placed at your location. (However, people from other teams could steal and use enemy equipment, so you had to be careful.) You would then inherit their nemesis. If you inherited yourself, then you would automatically switch nemeses with whichever team had a member closest to one of your team members.

Participants had the ability to “phase out” of the fight dimension for about five seconds at a time, with a recharge time of about a minute. To someone in the fight dimension, it looked like the other person just blinked out of existence. The phased-out person could move, but not interact with anything - nor could they pass through things.

The teams were color-coded in a rainbow, and each team would see everything in their assigned color when they were phased-out. Each team had their own phase-out channel, so teammates who stepped out at the same time could still interact with each other.

Among the objects hidden for use in the game were things called Artifacts (with a capital A). These were things that had supernatural powers that could be used to influence the game. There were a lot of them, but in this match there were only two really important Artifacts:

a book that looked like a standard composition notebook, but was divided into sixteen sections, each of which contained a constantly-updated account of the activities and locations of everyone on each team. The pages wouldn’t update when they were being observed, though, so you had to look away or close your eyes to refresh. (Blinking wasn’t a long enough span of time for the update to happen.)

and

an arrow made entirely of gold, down to the fletching. Obviously it couldn’t be used as a regular arrow, but if you ordered someone to do something and then cut them with the arrow, there was a 99% chance that they’d be magically compelled to do it immediately, as long as it was physically possible and they had all the information necessary to do it. There was also a 1% chance that the arrow’s user would drop dead on the spot.

Also, towards the end of the game, a “free agent” would be introduced. They could switch teams at will, gaining access to each team’s communications and phase channels.

In this game, I was the free agent.

I also thought this whole universe-culling thing was bullshit. So I decided that instead of aligning myself with any specific team, I would get my hands on the arrow and then smuggle it out at the end of the game. I would find the people in charge and use the arrow to force them to stop this whole program.

The Queens of Spades had the arrow, but everyone on the team had already been killed except the leader, who was small and frail and by this point only alive through sheer dumb luck. She told me that she would trade me the arrow for the book, and then use the book to help me pit the other teams against each other to wipe each other out. I agreed to this plan.

Currently the book was held by her nemeses, the Kings of Hearts, who had formed a sort of stronghold inside an abandoned strip mall. Their plan was to collect all the food and resources, and then hole up and wait out everyone else. This would ensure that their entire team made it out alive. So far they were doing a pretty good job of it. They’d also formed a tentative alliance with the only two remaining Pages - one of Diamonds, one of Spades. Both pages were very combat-capable and knew that they would turn on each other eventually, but had decided to work together to try and wipe out the Kings of Hearts.

As the free agent, I didn’t show up in the book. I phased out and snuck into the mall, constantly switching teams in order to bypass the phase-out cooldown. However, there weren’t enough teams remaining for me to remain phased out all the time, so for about twenty seconds every minute I was present. I also had to blink back into the arena for a split second in order to switch teams, so if someone was watching closely they could track me.

Unfortunately, the Pages were watching closely. Thus began a long game of hide-and-seek in the mall, with me moving to a new hiding spot whenever the Pages got too close.

I eventually got close to the King-of-Hearts team captain, who had fallen asleep due to being a normal human who had stayed awake for far too long. I stole the book right from his sleeping hands and ran.

The Pages kept tracking me when I left, and I couldn’t shake their tail. I could switch to the Queen of Spades channel when I needed to talk to her, but it was only a matter of time before something went wrong and she was killed and the arrow fell into someone else’s hands. I decided therefore to take out as many teams on the way back, by leading the Pages into their hideouts and waiting for them to be killed. (The Pages were really hardcore.) Most of the remaining teams only had one or two members left, so it wasn’t that difficult.

Eventually I made it back to the Queen of Spades and traded the book for the arrow. She thanked me and opened the book to the Page of Diamonds page. The Page of Diamonds then appeared out of the forest behind her and stabbed her to death.

The Page of Spades approached me. I wasn’t a fighter, so as a last resort I ordered her to kill the Page of Diamonds and then stabbed her with the arrow.

She immediately turned around and engaged the Page of Diamonds. Diamond won, but not before sustaining fatal injuries. She bled out just as the end of the game was announced. Despite her technically winning, the destruction of her universe was directly tied to her life, and as soon as her brain activity stopped her universe was erased.

Arrow in hand, I left the campus.

Typically the door out led to the winning universe, but there was no winning universe this time. It opened into a white void that seemed to extend forever in every direction. Standing just in front of the door was the Game Master.

I prepared to stab him, but he held up his hand. “I just adjusted the probability settings on that arrow. If you stab me, you will die.”

I told him I was going to find some way to kill him anyways.

He said, “The life of every single universe is tied to mine. If I die, every universe will be destroyed. And they will not vanish from existence like those of the losers - they will unravel, all at once, spiraling out of control and devouring themselves.”

I told him maybe that was better.

He said, “Then they will create new universes, and a new me.”

I asked who they were.

He said, “They are nothing. They cannot be destroyed.”

I stared at the arrow in my hands, and I snapped it in two.

... also the Game Master was Hisoka but pointing that out sort of ruins the gravitas of the ending.

#dreams tag #this is long as hell oh my god #but it was such a cool dream

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