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lune-hime · 3 years

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Exposed (Sidon x f!Reader)

The ornate silver neck piece made contact with the tiled floor with a satisfying clank. With each clasp undone, Sidon felt his body buzzing at the newfound lightness. The metallic chime of his final piece of garment, his left bracelet, was a beautiful sound that echoed off the vast pillared walls of his chambers. Although it already had been a day since his arrival, his muscles still ached with a dull tightness brought onto him from the journey to Hyrule Castle. A subtle form of tiredness akin to jetlag was quickly draining his energy and he could not wait to submerge himself in the ample pool that laid before him.

Sidon padded to the edge of the water, streaks of ivory moonlight passing over his crimson scales. He kneeled down, wincing as he heard a few of his bones crack, and dipped an experimental hand into the basin. The warmth of the liquid sent a shiver up Sidon’s body and he immediately slid into the water in one fluid movement. The castle maids had prepared his pool with warm water, per your request, to the exact temperature you knew he liked it. Although this was just one of the many guest rooms in the immense castle, he felt your homey presence in every corner of the chamber. It made his heart flutter in adoration.

Sinking lower, he let the water engulf his shoulders. The tension diffused out and a supple moan escaped his parted lips. Lightly treading water, his thoughts circulated through his mind much like the gentle current of the pool. The officials and champions he had rekindled with today, what was he going to eat tomorrow morning, how radiant you had looked in your formal w-

“Prince Sidon, I forgot to ask you on more question before you retired to the room!” Zelda’s melodic voice carried from the hallway. Her small but sturdy frame emerged from behind the towering door, the hem of her gown swaying about her ankles as she danced her way into the entryway. Soon after she appeared, your head peeked its way around the frame.

Perhaps it was the abruptness of the entry, the intimate solitude of the chambers, his discarded garments, or all factors combined, but Sidon suddenly felt hot. Uncomfortably hot; and not from the water.

“A-ah, yes Princess, what did you want to, ah, ask me?” He coughed, awkwardly sinking lower into the pool. He cursed the palace for having such crystal clear water.

Your brow knit into a firm line at his flustered state. Never before had you seen him act like this seemingly for no reason. When his eyes began flicking anxiously from the pile of metal to you, a wave of understanding flooded your consciousness. Sidon felt exposed. And he was embarrassed about it.

It was natural for Hylian habits to rub off on him since the two of you had started courting. When you were in the Domain, the only time you spent away from the Prince was when you were working on Vah Ruta or the one to two hours of his council meetings. With all that contact how could a few things not start to be ingrained in Sidon’s daily routine? It was clear now by the steady reddening of his cheeks that one of those habits pertained to wearing garments. Or more specifically, when one is caught not wearing them.

“Oh, is this a bad time?” She blinked, unclear of what had him acting so strangely. Sidon looked like he was about to expire in the cloud of uncomfortableness that was circling above the pool. As adorable as he looked, shuffling bashfully and avidly studying the carvings on the nearest pillar, you needed to save him. Biting back your laughter you tapped Zelda lightly on the shoulder. Her head whipped around, confusion still inscribed on her face.

“Zelda, it appears that Sidon was not expecting company this late at night.” You stated, giving her a knowing look you prayed she would pick up on. You cocked your head subtly towards the armor and Zelda gasped softly, the tips of her pointed ears running rosy. She then looked to the Prince with panic written all over her features and he returned the expression tenfold. The two of them turned from mimicking rose petals to beats instead, only making the aroma of the room more thick with tension.

“Oh my goodness! My deepest apologies, Sidon. I didn’t realize you were having, ahem, some alone time.” She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze to the floor so fast you wondered if she got whiplash.

“Well, Y/N can just tell me your answer tomorrow morning. Until then.” She stuttered, abruptly turning on her heels and disappearing behind the door. Once the brisk click signaled her departure, every muscle, tendon, and scale in Sidon’s body went lax. He sighed, tipping his head back against the edge of the pool with a gentle clunk. You took a moment to drown in his appearance. He was like a slightly wilted lotus flower with coral petals basking in the rippling droplets of indigo moonlight.

It now physically hurt to restrain your hysterics and you suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, drowning the luminated room in a symphony of laughs not unlike a songbird’s. Sidon poked one eye open and shook his head in mortified distress, still lazily leaning against the tiled rim.

“Stop laughing, Y/N. I bet she thinks I was doing something lewd or weird. In her castle of all places.” He grumbled, raising his hands out of the water to run them over his face.

Once you had reigned in your cacophony you padded over to the pool and sat down next to his deflated form, feet dangling into the water.

“Nah. It’s okay, Si. She’s my oldest and best friend. If she does I’ll tell her the truth.” You nudged him playfully. He lolled his head to the side in your direction.

“That might be even more embarrassing…” Sidon trailed off, his face contorted into a slight grimace. You returned it with a fond smile.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He huffed, a feigned pout forming on his features. The rosiness on his cheeks bloomed once more as he lightly splashed your feet where they embraced the water’s surface.

“You know, you used to never be embarrassed about being seen without your accessories.” You stated innocently, eyeing him to observe his reaction.“They don’t really leave anything to the imagination, anyway.”

“Hylian customs are rubbing off on me, I guess.” He replied in a small voice, snaking an arm around your calf to press himself into your side. He started idly playing with your toes, offering a squeak from you. You lightly kicked out, hoping to shake him off. Instead he only scooted closer yet he resigned from his tickling.

“What did the Princess want to ask me?” Sidon inquired. He seemed to be mostly recovered from the ordeal.

“She wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast tomorrow. You left before she could put in an order for the chef.”

“Damn, that’s an important question.” He muttered, setting his chin on your knee and looking up at you with anticipation, his eyes large and blinking.

“I was planning on telling her smoked salmon.” You informed the prince, giving his caudal fin a loving stroke. Sidon’s eyes lit up, his saffron orbs turning a brilliant gold that put the calming hue of the starlight to shame. He could feel himself start to salivate at the mention of the Hylian delicacy.

“Don’t drool on my leg.” You teased, chuckling as he gulped audibly. You were unable to convey your thoughts on the dish as the deep chiming of the castle’s clocktower replaced whatever voice you would have spoken. The twelve bells signaled it had just turned midnight.

“It’s late, we should both get some rest. We need to wake up early for the festivities tomorrow.” You let out a bittersweet sigh, not wanting to break away from the closeness you shared but knowing you would be the walking dead in the morning if you stayed up any longer. As you rose to your feet, Sidon’s head limply fell into the water, his gaze never leaving your form. Just as you were about to deliver a sweet goodnight, he gingerly grabbed your ankle.

“Please stay, my pearl.” He suggested, a gentle plea that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Can’t get enough of me, hm?” You sang.

“A very true statement, darling.” Sidon cooed, the warmth radiating from his gaze brushing the tips of your ears and leaving a blushed residue in its wake.

“Alright.” You responded through a yawn.

“We can go back to your chambers, if you’d like.” Sidon suggested, releasing his hold on your ankle and making a move to leave the basin. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him. He halted his movements immediately and blinked up at you.

“You’re soaked. You’ll get my bed wet. I will go get some blankets and return.” You chuckled as you strode towards the doors. He hummed in agreement, a breathy laugh puffing from his chest. Grasping the knob, you turned to face Sidon once more.

“Better keep an eye on this door, my prince. Wouldn’t want someone to see you so exposed now would we?” You warned, tone velvety and blithe. The last thing you heard before you skittered out of the room was a loud groan and the sound of an unlit candle being halfheartedly thrown at the door.

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alicepink-me · 4 years

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The New Guardian

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

WARNING: LAST CHAPTER

Chapter 24: A New Chapter

Ten Days Later:

"Popcorn's ready!" Adrien announced, running over with the bowl. He hopped over the couch, landing next to Marinette. He covered his legs with the blanket they shared and passed her the snack while resting his arm around her. "Is the movie starting?"

"Yep." Marinette grabbed a handful, keeping her eyes on the TV. "Netflix is loading a little slow, but you're just in time."

"Perfect." Adrien kissed her temple, making her smile.

A knock was heard at the door and the couple looked to each other.

"I thought I was the only one who knew the location of your apartment." Adrien thought aloud.

"You are." Marinette confirmed.

"Then who's at the door?" Adrien's eyes squinted.

"No clue." Marinette shrugged.

"Shouldn't you get it?"

"Maybe." She leaned back.

"Do you want me to get it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Or. . . maybe I should just change apartment complexes." Marinette suggested, stretching over the couch. "I feel like it would be so much easier to move at this point."

"It could be someone you know." Adrien countered, standing up as he dropped the blanket.

"Or the temple sent me a serial killer." She stretched. "So you shouldn't answer it and instead, stay on the couch with me." Marinette reached out to him.

Adrien smiled and kissed her knuckles before moving backwards to the door. He turned around and opened it, blinked at the sight before him. "Min Jee." Adrien said, seeing her leaning against the doorway.

"Adrien Agreste." She sounded out each syllable with a suspicious tone. Min Jee wore sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt, which isn't usually her style. She was barefoot like usual though.

"What's wrong?" Adrien asked, trying keep the conversation smooth. "Did you need something?"

"I don't need anything, but why would you assume something's wrong?" Min Jee countered. "Am I so weak that I'd need intermediate fighters to save me? Wow, you must think really lowly of me."

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." Adrien apologized. "We've just had a lot trouble in the past month."

"What, from me?" Min Jee's tone grew a little angry.

"No, no, of course not." Adrien held his hands up. "You've helped us out a lot actually."

"Listen." Min Jee reached up and grabbed Adrien's shirt, pulling him down to her level. "I may be 4'11'', but I could easily kick you into the ground and step on you. I am not here for you, so you need to get out." She growled.

Marinette stood up from the couch, but before she stepped forward, she heard a light thump behind her. Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned around to see April flat on the floor and her window now open. "What the . . . "

Ginger suddenly popped her head in, eyes widening at the sight of the couple. "Min, you were supposed to get rid of him." A cold breeze came through, blowing the curtains.

"Okay, what is going on?" Marinette spun on her heels back to the door in confusion.

Min Jee pushed Adrien back as she stepped inside, crossing her arms. "We . . . have a surprise . . . for you."

Ginger loudly threw two large duffle bags in the room, silently closing the window behind her before tripping and falling on top of April.

"Am I being kidnapped?" Marinette asked, slightly freaking out at the bizarre situation.

"No . . . " Ginger answered, rummaging through the bags. "We would . . . never do that." Her response seemed unsure.

"Then what is all of this?" Marinette continued, motioning at the entire scene.

"And why do I have to leave?" Adrien added.

"Surprise sleepover." April muttered, still laying on the floor.

"And no boys allowed!" Min Jee yelled pointing her finger up at Adrien.

"A sleepover?" Marinette looked between them.

"Duh." Ginger smiled. "We need to catch up on our lives, have a little fun, and I've never been to Paris before, so what better than a girls night?"

"Maybe a phone call first." Marinette suggested.

"None of us have your number." April said, rolling her eyes.

"You know where I live, but can't find my number?" Marinette crossed her arms.

"Yup." Min Jee confirmed.

Marinette sighed before smiling. "Okay. It is nice to see you guys." She raised her hands in defeat. "A sleepover it is."

"Well I wasn't leaving." Min Jee walked in, Adrien shutting the door behind her. She jumped on the couch and grabbed the bowl of popcorn.

"Oh and Ginger. I never asked you what your real name was." Marinette spun on her heels to face her.

"It's Ramona." She answered with a smile.

"Good to know." Marinette replied. "And April . . . why are you on the floor?"

"I fell." April stated. "And I like the floor. It's cold."

"Okay then." Marinette nodded.

"So is your man here gonna leave already or is he too clingy?" Min asked, relaxing into the cushions.

"Don't worry, we got you, Marinette." Ramona whipped out a hatchet from one of the bags.

"What, no! Oh my gosh!" Marinette gasped. "Why do you have that with you?!"

"In case he resists." Ramona excused, not understanding the issue.

"Um, I don't think that's needed." Adrien laughed. "I'll just go."

"Wait." Marinette jogged over to him. She looked into his sparkly green eyes smittenly before turning to the others. "Does he have to go?"

"No boys allowed." Min Jee repeated. Marinette exhaled.

"It's okay." Adrien replied, trailing his hands down her arms. "I will call you tomorrow."

"You better." Marinette smiled up at him. Adrien kissed her cheek before leaving. Marinette spun around to the trio. "So . . . what's are your guys' plans?"

"Oh." April dug in her pocket as she pushed herself up. Ramona dumped a duffle bag out on the floor, several bottles of nail polish rolling away. "I have a list."

. . .

Three Hours Later:

An empty wine bottle rolled out of Min Jee's hand and onto the floor. It clanked against the tv stand across from the couch.

"Use a glass you animal." Ramona glared from one of the chairs.

"You're a child!" Min yelled. "Don't lecture me! Are you even allowed to drink?"

"I'm eighteen." Ramona scoffed, drinking the last sip in her glass before her eyes widened. "Wait, am I?! What country are we in?!"

"What if we're in the United States?" Min began to panic. "Oh never mind, I'm twenty-two." She leaned back, relaxing again.

"I'm not!" Ramona fell out of the chair and crawled over to Marinette in front of the TV. "Marinette, what country are we in?" She shook her. "I think I broke a few laws."

"Paris." Marinette answered as she continued weaving her friendship bracelets. She was nineteen bracelets in.

"Are you sure? Where's April, I'll ask her?" Ramona questioned.

"In my bed." Marinette answered, crossing a few strands of string. "She passed out awhile ago."

"What a quitter." Ramona shook her head.

"Wait . . . is this Paris?" Marinette looked around, second guessing herself. "Min, did you teleport my apartment?!" She accused in a panic.

"No." Min Jee rubbed her forehead.

"Call your boyfriend." Ramona whined. "Ask him where we are."

"Oh yeah." Marinette gasped. "I have a boyfriend . . . " She laid on her stomach and reached under the couch, snatching her phone. She quickly dialed Adrien's number and propped herself up on her fist.

"This is so illegal." Ramona mumbled, pouring another glass.

"Hello . . . " Adrien groaned, obviously tired.

"Adrien, are you still in Paris?" Marinette asked.

"Yes?" He answered. "Why? What's wrong?" He began to worry.

"Am I still in Paris?" Marinette continued. Ramona scooted closer, trying to listen in.

"I hope." Adrien yawned, slowly processing the situation. "Are you drunk?" He asked.

"No." Marinette began laughing hysterically. "I-I think you're drunk. I mean, you sound a-awful."

"I'm just tired and it is 1 a.m." He chuckled. "I was sleeping."

"Then why did you call me?" Marinette gigged, grinning as she twirled a lock of her hair.

"You called me, bugaboo." Adrien laughed.

She gasped. "How did you know my identity?" Marinette looked around the room as she started whispering. "Did April tell you? She's been motionless for too long. I . . . I don't think she's real. She might have put a robot double in my bed and snuck out of here."

"I really love you, Marinette." Adrien declared, shaking his head. "And yes, you are in Paris . . . I hope."

"Love you too, Chat Noir." Marinette bit her lip. "Ramona, we're in Paris after all!" She turned to her friend.

"Good night, Marinette." Adrien chuckled. You could hear the concern in his voice, but he knew that she was safe with the three heroes.

"Goodbye." Marinette giggled, sliding her phone back under the couch.

"Oh, somebody's in love." Ramona joked, rolling over.

"Why don't you two just get married already?" Min Jee asked, falling halfway off the couch. "You're practically engaged."

"Yes! Can I be a bridesmaid?" Ramona sat up. "I've never been one before. I promise I'll be a good one."

"Absolutely. You all will be in my wedding. But I haven't planned a anything yet." Marinette wondered. "Maybe I should start . . . "

"Yes!" Ramona insisted. "Weddings are amazing and beautiful and then there's the crazy honeymoon. It's all so adorable." She squealed.

"Yeah and you two are pretty cute." Min Jee added.

"I do really love him, like love him love him. Like we're gonna have five kids love him. He's just s-so great that I can't stand it. His face, his personality, his cat tail . . . " Marinette gushed, smiling at the ceiling. "If Adrien were here right now, I'd totally propose." She picked up an unfinished bracelet. "I'd make him an expensive ring out of this string and he'd love it and we'd be married."

"Is my friendship bracelet finished yet?" Min whined, falling over, the cushions bouncing in the air.

"Yeah, I made you like five." Marinette laughed, picking a couple off of the floor. She looked to April who was still passed out. "April needs hers, but she's s-such a quitter."

"Well she's coming to the wedding either way." Ramona declared as she sprung up and ran over. She grabbed April's ankles and dragged her out of bed, hitting her head on the floor, and moved her to the living room. "It's time to start the ceremony!" Ramona yelled, running over to the window.

"I'm finally getting married!" Marinette cheered, jumping up from the floor.

Ramona grinned, ripping the curtains down.

. . .

2 PM The Next Day:

A loud knock was heard at the door, startling Marinette awake. She rubbed her eyes as she rolled over with a groan. Blinking her vision clear, she noticed her apartment was completely trashed. She looked down to see her lavender curtains wrapped around her like a burrito and her shirt was gone. Her hair was loose and tangled.

Marinette sat up, holding the fabric to her chest. Ramona, Min Jee, and April were gone. Her room was empty, but trashed. Marinette groaned again, grasped her forehead in pain.

Another knock was heard. Marinette reached under the couch and slid her phone out. She adjusted her bra since she fell asleep in it and stumbled up, tightening the curtain around her. Marinette swayed over to the door and unlocked it, cracking it open a few inches. Adrien stood there with a bag.

"There she is." Adrien smiled. "A beautiful ray of sunshine." Marinette exhaled in annoyance. Her head was pounding. "Can I come in?" He asked.

Marinette nodded with her eyes, slightly stepping back before tripping over the end of the sheets. She hit the floor, but quickly recovered, pulling the curtain back up. Adrien stepped inside and grabbed her outstretched hand, closing the door behind him.

"Wow . . . " He gaped, looking around the room. "What did you guys do?" Adrien balanced her.

"My wedding." She groaned. "And if I remember correctly, either me or April has the pictures. I know we . . . woke her up and she did take pictures, but . . . I think it was with my phone." Marinette rubbed her head.

"A wedding?" Adrien scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you like me dress." Marinette gave an exhausted smile as she posed in her curtain.

"You're beautiful." Adrien placed his hand on her lower back. "But you're also hungover." He laughed, directing her towards the couch and sitting her down. "I brought you a sandwich and some water." He said, passing her the paper bag.

Marinette dug inside, pulling out the sandwich and a bottle of water. She opened the water, gulping half of it down before unwrapping the croissant sandwich and taking a bite.

"Where did those three go?" Adrien asked, mesmerized as he watched her scarf down the food.

Marinette pulled out her phone. "I think . . . we fell asleep around eight in the morning." She took another bite as she scrolled. "I don't know when they left, but I think one of them kicked me on the way out."

"I think I know which one." Adrien laughed.

"Oh, April texted me." Marinette said. "She . . . will be back later. They apparently had a meeting set up at the temple that they had to be at, so . . . they needed to go." Marinette's eyes widened. "And she sent me pictures of last night and this morning." Marinette scrolled, her embarrassment sinking in.

"Can I see them?" Adrien leaned closer, raising an eyebrow.

Marinette's face turned red and she threw her phone behind her. "N-No. Maybe later. We were drunk and completely insane. I don't remember half of it to explain them anyway."

"Come on." He persisted. "Nothing could be more humiliating than that phone call early this morning."

Marinette groaned, slumping her head in her hands. "That . . . could've been better." She sighed. "To be fair, that was the first time I've ever been drunk. I haven't had very much alcohol in my life to start with, but there have been a few times that I went out with Alya and Nino, and since I clearly couldn't handle my liquor, I became the designated driver." Marinette drank some water.

"I would not have guessed that you couldn't handle your alcohol." Adrien acted surprised, scooting closer.

"We did paint each others nails last night though." Marinette wiggled her fingers at him. "Then we did facemasks and a bunch of other stuff I hardly remember." She continued. "But I guess I should clean up this place if they're coming back and I'm a wreck."

"I should probably be going then." Adrien sighed. He started to get up, but Marinette tugged him down by his sleeve.

"Why?" Marinette scrunched her eyebrows.

"We've seen each other basically every day for the past two or three weeks." Adrien answered. "I don't want to be too clingy. I'm probably annoying you a little bit by now." He sighed, holding her hand. "Your friends are coming over and you should spend time with them."

Marinette reached up and delicately placed her palm on his cheek. She clutched the curtain against her as she scooted closer and pressed her lips to his passionately. Adrien trailed his hands up her back. Marinette smiled as she leaned forward, pushing Adrien back with her falling on top.

Marinette released his lips. "Please don't leave me." She ran her fingers down his cheek and across his forehead. Marinette stared down at him, completely in love with the man before her. "I don't want you to ever think that I don't want you around." Her smile widened. "You could never be a burden on me." Marinette planted another long kiss on him.

Adrien smiled back, completely overjoyed. He loved her so much. "I won't go anywhere." He promised, brushing a lock of her loose hair behind her ear. "I'm right here."

"You should stay for awhile." Marinette sighed as she layed on his stomach, pressing her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her breathing calmed as she relaxed. "There's no rush. It's an all new chapter of our lives now." She smiled as she began to doze off. Adrien kissed the top of her head.

. . .

A/N

And that's a wrap on another MLB fanfiction. This one was so different from my others. Besides the age differences, I added so much of my own creative pizazz. I loved making my own characters and parts to the miraculous universe. After this, I may finally start writing an actual non-fanfiction book, but we'll see. I'm not settled on what I want my first one to be about. But anyway, if you have any comments or questions about this one, I'd love to hear them. They'll help my future writings and I read every single one.

-Alice Pink

#miraculous ladybug #MIRACULOUS: TALES OF LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug costume #chat noir #adrien agreste #fanfiction #alice pink #alicepink-me #the new guardian #romance #conflict

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tom-killingbeck · 6 years

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BORN TO BE POSTHUMOUS: The Eccentric Life and Mysterious Genius of Edward Gorey

Mark Dery

The definitive biography of Edward Gorey, the eccentric master of macabre nonsense.

’A genius book about a bookish genius’ Daniel Handler, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events

From The Gashlycrumb Tinies to The Doubtful Guest, Edward Gorey's wickedly funny and deliciously sinister little books have influenced our culture in innumerable ways, from the works of Tim Burton and Neil Gaiman to Lemony Snicket. Some even call him the Grandfather of Goth.

But who was this man, who lived with over twenty thousand books and six cats, who roomed with Frank O'Hara at Harvard, and was known – in the late 1940s, no less – to traipse around in full-length fur coats, clanking bracelets, and an Edwardian beard? An eccentric, a gregarious recluse, an enigmatic auteur of whimsically morbid masterpieces, yes – but who was the real Edward Gorey behind the Oscar Wildean pose?

He published over a hundred books and illustrated works by Samuel Beckett, T.S. Eliot, Edward Lear, John Updike, Charles Dickens, Hilaire Belloc, Muriel Spark, Bram Stoker, Gilbert & Sullivan, and others. At the same time, he was a deeply complicated and conflicted individual, a man whose art reflected his obsessions with the disquieting and the darkly hilarious.

Based on newly uncovered correspondence and interviews with personalities as diverse as John Ashbery, Donald Hall, Lemony Snicket, Neil Gaiman, and Anna Sui, Born to be Posthumous draws back the curtain on the eccentric genius and mysterious life of Edward Gorey.

‘Edward Gorey has been granted the most remarkable biography, one I believe he could have lived with. What was the likelihood that this singular genius could be restored, with such compassion and grace, within his whole context: Balanchine, surrealism, Frank O'Hara, Lady Murasaki, et al? This is a Dery Gorey book’ Jonathan Lethem

‘Edward Gorey's ardent admirers have long known there is something about his work one can't quite pin down. Past all reason, Mark Dery has pinned it down. A genius book about a bookish genius’ Daniel Handler, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events

‘As a perfervid Goreyphile, I was a bit leery of a biography undertaking to spell out the details of his life. Did I really want to have the mystery solved? But Mark Dery drags the pond to revelatory result, contextualising and analysing Gorey, plunging into his obsessions, dissecting his sexuality, and even examining the philosophical import of nonsense while somehow managing to leave the central enigma radiantly intact. This is an absolutely riveting book about an utterly sui generis subject’ Alison Bechdel, author of Fun Home

‘Knowing Gorey’s full story, done sparkling justice by Mark Dery, will only make you adore him more’ Caitlin Doughty, author of Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

‘The reclusive author and designer of such ghoulish gems as The Doubtful Guest and the animated introduction to the PBS series Mystery! comes fully alive, fur-coated and bejeweled, as an unlikely icon of the counterculture’ Kirkus

#edward gorey #born to be posthumous #mark dery #biography #goth #gothic #illustration #illustrator

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schrijfpen-blog · 6 years

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Not Just Cinderella Ch. 2

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“So, is anyone going to tell me what happened in class?”

Logan’s words have me shrugging my shoulders, “I have no idea,”

“I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe it,” Elena waves her hands busily, the neon bracelets clanking together noisily. “Prince Charming actually sat with us, us!”

“Yeah, that,” Logan glances over at the excited girl. “And you don’t think that’s a little strange?”

“Oh yes, definitely,” she nods gravely, bobbing her head. “But still, he sat with us!”

Logan shakes his head at her excitement before he looks over at me. “Did he do anything weird to you?”

“No, uh... He lent me his pen but that’s all. He didn’t really say much either,”

“Hm...”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He looks oddly suspicious.

“It’s nothing,” Logan waves me off.

“Oh! How’d it go with the thing-a-majing you were called for?” Elena asks, finally snapping out of her Prince-Charming-induced-daze. “Are you in trouble?”

Logan rolls his eyes. “Oh, it turned out to be nothing. She thought I did something, I didn’t do it, she didn’t believe me so I’m getting detention anyway,”

“What?” I gape at him “That’s so unfair!”

“Well, whatever,” he shrugs, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie “Not like I care, it’s just detention,”

Logan you should definitely start caring a bit more about this injustice.

“It’d be nice if detention were a subject. I’d pass it with flying colours,”

His relaxed attitude makes me sigh. “Please don’t be so proud of that. Your track record is really horrible this year,”

“Sorry,” he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I’ll be more careful. Cross my heart and stuff,”

I click my tongue at his reply, but he simply gives me a laid back smile. Adorable idiot. Someone definitely dropped him on the head when he was a baby.

The next two classes are pretty uneventful, and when it’s time for break we reach the cafeteria in no time at all. Separating from Logan and Elena, I walk over to our usual table while they disappear into the crowd to buy their lunches. I sit myself down at my seat and take out the sandwich I prepared this morning.

I still can’t wrap my head around what happened this morning. The school’s very own Prince Charming had somehow deemed me worthy of his company. Since when do things like that even happen?

A loud, painfully familiar laugh drags my attention over to the table in the centre of the cafeteria. It’s the unspoken ‘popular table’, but we of Loserville like to call it the ‘Fairy Tale Table’, or FTT for short. Especially since it has Prince Charming, but we quietly gave some of the other table sitters roles as well. Of course none of us plans to tell Dakota that we dubbed her the Wicked Witch.

Only the rich and beautiful are allowed to sit at that table anyway, even if you can remove 90% of that beauty with a wet wipe.

The one laughing is Cecilia, the twin sister of Drew who is seated next to her. They both have wavy long, black hair and gray eyes which would honestly look about half their current size without the fake lashes and flattering make-up they always busy themselves with. Stylish and poised, it’s no surprise that they hang out with Dakota; little bees under the reign of their queen.

Personally I’m all too familiar with how rich Cecilia and Drew are; though no one has really realised yet, they’re my stepsisters. Gotta be grateful for the world’s small favours though: despite being in the same grade, we’re not in the same class. That’d be enough to make anyone wonder if God is real and looking out for me a little, right?

I peek a glance over at the other side of the table where most of the guys are at. When my gaze meets a familiar baby blue, my body does an odd little twitch and I swear I can see a small smile before I turn my head away.

No way.

Since when is direct eye contact even a part of ogling Prince Charming?

Wait, why was he even looking my way at all?

“You look like you’re ready to throw yourself into a dingy little hole to wait for death,”

Wow Logan, thank you.

He sits down opposite me while Elena sits next to me, and I try to ignore the delicious scents of their food and to focus on my slightly dried out sandwich instead.

“Did anything happen?” Logan asks, raising a fry to his lips.

Mm... Fries... I must be staring at his food more than I thought because he suddenly dangles a fry in front of my face, a grin on his lips. “Here girl, come here,” he teases “Come and get it,”

With a playful growl I rise up in my seat a bit, capturing the fry with my mouth. Elena bursts out into a fit of giggles at my side and I sit myself back down, suppressing a wide grin and turning my attention back to my own food.

Most of the break is spent eating our lunches and random things we plan to do. Though, for me, there’s not much to say where that’s concerned.

Seven times. Throughout the school day I made eye contact with Prince Charming seven. Freaking. Times. And let’s not linger on how often exactly I glance his way, but instead let’s give it some thought that, before today, I don’t think he ever glanced my way even once.

Is today even a real day? Am I dreaming?

The air is still as cold as it was this morning, and the walk home is uncomfortably long without Logan around to amuse me. It’d be nice to ride back with Drew and Cecilia when the weather is like this, especially considering how Cecilia has a car, but I think they’d rather strangle themselves with their own insides than have anyone associate the three of us with each other.

To be honest, that thought is a little comforting.

Fortunately I make it back home before my limbs are completely numb, so I’m willing to count that as a point in my favour.

I don’t know what other people do when they get home, but for me it’s typically the same; I put my bag in my room in the attic, grab my apron and gloves, then I get to cleaning. By the time I finish the first round of cleaning it’s often time to work on dinner so I work on that next.

Moving around the kitchen, the sound of the door opening and closing reaches my ears, followed by laughter. Drew and Cecilia are back from wherever they went. Judging by the sound of various bags being dumped unceremoniously on the floor, I’m willing to bet they went shopping with Dakota again.

“Alexis I’m hungry! Hurry up!” Drew calls.

Then make your own food, please.

“Food is almost done,” I carry the tableware out of the kitchen to the dining table, yelping when I nearly stumble over a shopping bag, fumbling to stay standing without dropping anything.

“Watch out, you klutz,” Cecilia scoffs at me, waving a hand like she’s royalty or something. “Those are new, you know?”

You damned slob. You know your mother would kill me and mutilate my corpse if I’d drop these plates!?

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful,”

“See to it,” She sniffs haughtily before turning her attention back to the TV.

Snob.

“You’ll unpack them for us, won’t you?” Drew asks airily, knowing full well that I’m not in a position where I can’t say no.

“Of course,” Minding the bags, I take out the rest of the tableware, setting the table for three before returning to the kitchen to grab the food.

The front door opens again, only this time it comes accompanied with a stern, “Goodness gracious. Why are all these bags here? Am I to break my neck?”

“Welcome back, mother!”

“I already told Alexis to take them away but she hasn’t yet,”

Of course I wasn’t! I was making your food!

“Alexis!”

Breathe in through the nose, and out through the mouth. Okay, let’s go. Carrying out the steaming plate of lasagne, I plaster a smile on my lips. “Welcome back, ma’am. Did work go well?”

“Why didn’t you clean up the bags yet, Alexis?”

Cold and unforgiving, her gray eyes stare at me as if I’m no more than a speck of dirt at the bottom of her shoe. Actually, she’d probably prefer the dirt. As usual her ash blonde hair is pinned back into a neat bun, the tailored navy skirt-suit fitting her form perfectly.

“I was going to move them aside after I finished setting the table, ma’am,”

“You’d have me break my neck, Alexis?”

Shouldn’t you be asking your bratty kids that question?

“Of course not, ma’am. I’m sorry,”

“Put everything away, now,” she turns her head away, as if the conversation is over.

“I was planning to put everything away after dinner-“

“Did I stutter, Alexis?”

I press my lips together for a moment before forcing out a, “... No, ma’am,”

I ignore the giggles from the couch and place the last of the food down on the table before gathering all the bags strewn throughout the living room, barely able to carry them all. My stomach clenches when they start to eat, and I allow a longing thought to my own plate of food in the kitchen, before starting the struggle in carrying the bags up.

I can hardly remember what my life was like before Vivaldi and her daughters moved in. I vaguely remember spending some wonderful times with my mother and my father, but the memories aren’t as prominent as the memories of mother’s failed battle against cancer.

Father had grown sullen, and the air would often be heavy. I’d tried my best to cheer him up and he’d try his best to cheer me up. Despite our best efforts, it was hard to keep the good cheer.

One day he’d come to me, struggling to broach the subject of remarrying. He said he’d fallen for a lovely widow, and that it might be good to fill up the house with laughter once again. I hadn’t looked forwards to a new mother, but I wanted father to be happy. And so, with a smile, I’d given him my blessing.

Too bad the promised kind new mother and fun sisters turned out to be from Witchville.

They’d play nice enough when father was around, but whenever he’d leave on a business trip, I’d often go ignored. It was lonely, but it was doable. I had my friends, my hobbies: I had anything I needed to keep myself amused, knowing that when father would come back from his trip things would get better.

When news came that father would not return from a business trip, things only got worse. His body was never found, devoured by the sea. Where there is no body, there is hope, right...? Even though survival is, by all means, impossible, the lack of closure had me hoping, even after he’d officially been declared dead.

Though, it seemed I was the only one who was hoping and grieving...

My room somehow ended up becoming Drew and Cecilia’s, and I shudder every time I see what they did to it. The old and rickety attic became my new room; a cold place where the heater never wants to work properly.

At first I got ignored, but then, bit by bit, they started demanding things from me.

“Try cleaning,” they’d said while laughing. “It’ll help take your mind off of things,”

Well the joke’s on them, because I just happen to like cleaning just fine. It’s relaxing, and it’s nice to see everything become clean after my efforts. But it would be nicer if those brat sisters wouldn’t mess up my efforts on purpose.

However... I’m sure that once I’m eighteen Vivaldi will expect me to leave the house. Lord knows she’s hinted many a times that, with the small inheritance left to my name, I’ll surely find myself a different place to live, right? Though she can’t kick me out due to fear of how it’d be perceived by society, there will be no trouble for her if I decide to move out on my own.

This house filled with memories... It pains me to think that one day I won’t be living in it anymore, but it pains me even more to think that the rest of my life will look like this.

The clothes are finally put away, and I make my way back down. I let my food heat up in the microwave while I clear up the dirty dining table, taking my plate up to my room once I’m done.

I sit myself at the uneven desk and start up the old laptop that once belonged to Drew. It’s slow, noisy, quick to overheat, and I honestly fear a bit for my life every time I have to start it up. I eat and prepare my school books while I wait for the laptop to start and hope the fan won’t quit working and force the laptop to shut down before I can finish my history essay.

When the last of the chores and my homework are done, it’s nearly midnight. I carefully lower myself on the creaky bed with a tired grunt, turning my back to the nightstand that holds the book I’d been reading the past few evenings.

I close my eyes with a small sigh, curling up under my blankets, trying to ignore the cold and the sound of air whistling through the small creaks left in the banister of the window.

Another day is over.

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Healing What Has Been Broken - Chapter 9 - Breaking Things At Breakfast

Some people have been asking if Null and Void are now girls, no they are not. To me clothes have no gender, if a girl wants to wear a boys shirt or pants then go for it, if a boy wants to wear a skirt or dress then okay. I have no problem with it. Cloth has no gender, the people are the ones who force them to a social norm.

And Error has no idea that there is even a difference. I also like the headcanon about Monsters not caring about that stuff, you wear what you want and be any gender you want.

So in this story Null is just a little boy that prefers dresses, and Error just doesn't care as long as the boys like them. Null has never had real clothing before Error put that dress on him at the dump, and so he became attached to how it looks and feels.

If you do not like that then are other stories you can go read. If you don't mind that, then on with the chapter!

-Chapter Start-

Error had no idea what to do, his mind went completely blank in the faces that he had meant to avoid. And add in the fact that his bones were out for all to see, especially to a Sans that Error knew could shot him point blank in a flash as he has done it before, he was not very happy. But all this Sans did was looked at him in horrified shock. 'Maybe this is a new Mobtale timeline AU? I know this isn't the original Mobtale. I've yet seen a Mobtale Sans that size before and usually they would start shooting right about now. Man, Ink how many does that make for this AU? 84? 96?'

Error was shaken out of his thoughts by light foot steps behind him. Jerking his body to the side, making sure not to show his back or look away completely to any side, he was met with a teary eyed Toriel. Thinking quickly, he snatched both kids into his arms and backed away to the couch. If a fight was going to break out because the Sans was here, then he needed to be on guard.

Watching the hurt Monster back away like he was surrounded by angry predators as his bones cracked and groaned by his movement, curling to protect the children in his arms from them, made everyone's SOUL shrivel up just a bit.

What they didn't know was that Error was trying to decide if making a portal now, with him half naked and without his bag filled with food the kids would need, would be worth the risk.

"My...Child.....I..." Toriel croaked out, not knowing what to say. Soon her teary eyes went out to Asgore's shocked ones. "I had no idea that I would have company so early..."

Seeing how the dark Monster kept his sockets Undyne, yet also making sure to glance everyone's way as well, Asgore cleared his throat making the multicolored eyes snap to him. "Hello, I'm sorry that we startled you. I'm sure Undyne did not mean to scare your children."

"YEAH-" Undyne shot up, only to cough and choke on her words when the Monster scooted back with blank sockets and the kids whimpering. "I-I mean yes-no!" Huffing, she glanced away. "I mean I'm sorry."

"Please, why don't you sit down." Toriel wiped her eyes, gesturing to the couch behind him. "Breakfast is almost ready. Why don't we all just sit down and relax while I get everything ready?" 'And then we can get to healing you and get you to tell us about who did this to you.' Toriel finished in her head. No matter the age, Toriel will not leave a broken child. Even if she has to get her hands dirty again. And guessing by the glance she got from Sans, he knew what she was thinking.

Looking at everyone, and not really understanding why the Sans of this AU hasn't done anything to hurt him yet, Error slowly sat down on the couch much to everyone's visible relief. He refused to let the kids go, and kept watch for any sudden movements.

The first one to move, ironically, was Papyrus who still had a few orange tears falling down his face. "Hello dark monster!" Error stilled when Papyrus went and picked up the bottle, only to move in font of him to hold it out. "My name is Papyrus! I have to say that seeing other skeleton Monsters is a surprise...But a happy one!"

Looking at him warily, the Monster quickly snatched the bottle back and was quick to feed it to the sniffling baby bones that was dressed in orange. The in blue just kept their head firmly on the Monster's scared and mangled collar bone, refusing to look at any of them.

"You said it Pap." Skull chuckled, forcing himself to relax. Seeing the strange looking Monster feeding a baby was just proof that he wasn't all bad. "And two baby bones too."

"I'll ge-et s-some M-Monster C-Cand-dy." Alphys quickly muttered to a thankful Toriel. Undyne just followed after her, probably sensing she wouldn't be any help to them right now.

"So stranger, what's your name?" Asgore asked pleasantly, keeping a concerned eye on the Monster. "And you kids as well?"

Taking a deep breath, making everyone hide a wince at the sight and sound of the mangled and cracked ribs moving, Error decided he had nothing to loose by playing nice if the Sans here has chosen to play dumb. At least until he can sneak out without trouble. "i Am ErRoR." Not paying any attention to the raised brows because of his voice, he lightly tilted his head to the boys in his hold. "ThIS iS NUlL AnD VoID."

Hearing Skull snort was enough for the tension to break a little. "You named them both 'nothing'?" Skull couldn't help but give a chuckle, only to stop dead when Error flinched back and the blue baby bone's, Null's, head shot up, turning to give a cute glare in his direction.

"I wanted name like Daddy's! I asked for one!" Null practically hissed, his shyness having left once the feeling of righteous anger took over. "Better then fronts." The he lifted his head and sniffed, sockets still glaring, and then moved his body around making his pearls clank together. He looked up and around suspiciously at everyone else, feeling the safer now that he was in his protector's hold.

Skull didn't know if he should be insulted, his and Pap's names are after fronts along with all the other skeleton Monster's including the AU's, or struck by the adorableness that is Null's pout and glare, or a bit disturbed that the little one had to ask for a name. And glancing at the others, Skull knew that they were thinking the same.

"Why don't we talk about more pleasant things!" Papyrus immediately cut through the silence, waving Frisk up. "This here is Lil' Pup! Why don't the kids play together?" Seeing the suspicious look thrown at him and the tightening of the grip on the kids Papyrus hurried on. "They don' have to leave the room, I just thought it would be good for'em!"

Noticing how Void has finished the bottle, and how fussy he was getting, Error looked down at Null in question. Null looked up and it looked like they were having a silent discussion. Eventually Null got off Error's lap with a pout and Void in his arms and fallowed Frisk into a corner to play with some toys. But everyone noticed how Null positioned himself and Void, facing them all and within sight of Error and him in sight for them at all times.

"May I ask where your from?" Asgore asked as he settled himself into a plush chair that was across from the coach. "I have never seen you before or heard of you." 'And with those injures and looks I would have been told about you a long time ago if you loved here.'

Error unknowingly started scratching at his arm, making the chips worse much to the flinching of the rest, as he tried to think on what he should say. "i DOn'T knOW." Error settled on. And it was true, he had no idea on what AU he originally came from before he was Error.

Before Asgore could ask more, Alphys and Undyne came back into the room, the first holding a jar of little pink candies. As Alphys was quick to hand Toriel the jar, Undyne couldn't help but joke to Error, trying to hide her pity and sympathy. "Man, your really puny! When was the last time you ate?"

"I DON't knOw." Error answered immediately back, taking her joke as a honest question. He had no trouble answering the questions, it wasn't like the Sans didn't know about him.

The sound of glass shattering across the floor sounded out while Undyne choked, horrified. Papyrus cleared his throat, sweat starting to form on his skull. "What do you mean you don' know?!"

Frowning Error tried to explain. "i MEaN i CaN'T REMemBeR ThE lASt tImE i AtE....." Error sighed, scratching harder making pieces of bone fall off his arm. Skull and Papyrus both flinched back. "AfTEr A WhiLE thA hUNgER pAinS juST blEndEd In....Or DId iT lEAvE?....WhEN wAS tHAT? WHEn DiD i LAsT hAvE tIME?" Error muttered to himself, trying to remember the last time he ate so he could give a clear answer. He didn't notice the looks and soft crying in the background.

Making sure none saw him, Skull left the room. He had heard enough, he knew what he needed to do. He really needed to get in contact with Ink. 'If he is from that new AU, I sure as hell don't want to go there....Unless it is to go 'talk' to the whoever did this.'

"W-Well, why d-don't I-I g-get you s-somethin-ng to drink!" Alphys quickly went off, not wanting to know the answer, yet also wanting to know. 'How long can a Monster go without eating? Is a different kind? Why does he look so different?' Questions swarmed in her head, but she wouldn't act on them. It wasn't like she was like Him.

"S-So!" Papyrus looked around frantically after a long silence, before settling on the kids, that were now playing with a bunch of different stuffed animals. "Your children have such nice dresses, and those pearls! You must have payed a lot of money for them!"

'Pearls? Those bracelets and necklaces? Are peals expensive? But they are so tiny.' Error thought himself absent mindlessly before shrugging. "YeAH, SuRE. LEts GO wITh tHAT."

Undyne actually snorted, getting what Error was implying straight away. Asgore politely coughed, hiding a laugh, while Troiel looked to be torn in between approval, for providing for the kids, and disapproval, for stealing in general.

Frowning, Papyrus rubbed his skull in confusion. "But I don' understand why you got them pearls, they are kids-WAIT!" Wide sockets locked on to Error's half-lidded ones. "You STOLE them!?"

"STolE iS SUcH a HArSh wORd. I lIKE CaLLinG iT SuRviViNG, oR bEtTeR yET, LIvINg. BEsIDEs, THeY lIKE iT aND LOoK gOOd In THEm." Error lightly said, but the gleam in his sockets dared anyone to say that his kids didn't look good in the stole items. He looked down at himself briefly, wondering if he could take the chance to get up and get his clothes.

"But you should at least pay-" Papyrus started only to stop short once he realized he didn't have a leg stand to land on for that. By the coughing and covered laughter, everyone else knew it too. "They do look good." Papyrus finished instead of what he was going to say. "How old are they if you don' mind me askin'?"

"...I HAve No IDea." Error tilted his head to look at where the kids are. "nUlL, HoW oLD aRE yOU AnD VOId? DO yOU knOW?"

Null jolted up, having had his head bent down to whisper to Void, only to still thinking about it. 'How old am I?....Does that really matter?' That was something he had never concerned himself with, just trying to stay alive and get out with Void. Eventually he just shrugged and shook his head in negative, turning back to playing after Error waved him off. "Hey Pup, how do you get that stuff on your skull and bones?" Null asked, pointing to Frisk's skin and hair.

Turning back to a shocked group of Monsters, Error shrugged. "WE hAVe NO iDEa. AnD bEForE yOU AsK, I hAVe NO iDEa hOW oLD i AM." Error tacked on when Papyrus opened his mouth. 'It's hard to keep track of that in the Anti-Void where time has no meaning.' Papyrus's mouth shut with a clank, looking around at the others wondering where he should go with this. All he knew was that this was not painting a pretty picture.

"Foods almost done!" Toriel peeked out with a tense smile, having heard all the conversation. "Why don't you help me set the table Papyrus?" 'And so we can get Error something to eat.'

"Coming!"

-With Skull-

"He's here." Skull bluntly said as he stood in the hallway, standing in front of a portal. The other side showing Ink standing in front of his home in his Snowdin. "And I have ta say, you were right about him being in bad shape."

Ink gave a harsh sigh, then a sad smile grew on his face. "I've gathered all the others in my AU. Most have already checked out their AU and found nothing, so they came here to see what else they could do. I'm glad you were able to find them, I was getting worried! I'll come through to talk to him." Ink started to explain. "See if he is willing to come with me to talk with the rest, and to get him some needed help."

"Oh, he needs help alright. His whole body is a mangled mess, it's like one more hit and he is dust." Skull shuddered just thinking about it. "And that's just his bones. Just imagine what his SOUL looks like."

Seeing how violently Ink winced, it wasn't a nice image.

"I'll tell the others to wait for us in the Multi-Void." Ink rubbed the back of his skull. "That way if something does go down, then we don't have to worry about other Monsters or humans getting in the way."

The portal flickered, then closed.

For some reason, Skull knew some shit was going to go down. That Error guy had looked at him like he was going to shoot him straight in the SOUL, he expected him to hurt him. But the thing was he didn't really look at the others like that, bar Undyne but that was mostly for his kids not himself, he didn't expect them to hurt him.

It was like Error knew him, and that sent shivers up his spine. But he has never seen him until today, and with those injures he already has-

'A Sans had done that to him.' Skull thought to himself numbly. 'A Sans had cracked his bones and god only knows what else.'

It was a slap in the face, and it also felt like he found a missing piece to the puzzle. But not all the missing pieces, there was still so many to be found until he could form a clear picture.

That was the only logical root, as all Sans from the AU's share physically traits even if they still look very different. But there was also a problem, all the Sans's had admitted to never seeing this Monster. And none of them felt like they were lying, so that meant what?

'No use asking myself.' Skull sighed before leaning back on the wall behind him. 'I have'ta be patient.'

The minutes he waited for Ink to come back through felt like a year passing by. The only thing he could hear was questions, theories, and so many different pictures on how this was going to go down, on what the hell happened to that Monster. But then he heard the commotion in the other room not too far from where he was. Horror crept up his spine as pictures of what could have happened to Error never left his mind, the words just repeating in his head.

"What do you mean you don' know!?"

"i MEaN i CaN'T REMemBeR ThE lASt tImE i AtE....."

When the portal opened once more, Ink stepping through, Skull had made himself a promise after listening to all that is going on in the other room. No matter how much he hated making promises, he would keep this one.

Whoever hurt Error, Sans or not, is going to get shot point blank the moment he sees them.

Skull will later laugh himself sick once he knows how long of a line that is, how many people he has to shoot.

How many Monsters, Sans's and Papyrus's, have hurt Error for something he has no control over. For doing the necessary evil that someone had to, like what Death had to do. That he had no choice in doing, It was forced onto him and brought him to insanity. For doing what killed him on the inside because of one uncontrollable creator.

He was going to need a lot more bullets. And that would make his SOUL hurt all the more once he found out that the line never stopped getting any shorter after he ran out of bullets.

-With Error and the Others-

"Here we go~" Toriel laughed, putting dish after dish on the table. "Be sure to all you want!"

Error didn't even try to pick any food for himself, he just balanced both kids on his lap and filled up a plate for Null. He never noticed how none of the others started eating, only watching him closely. And even if he did he wold just shrug, it wouldn't be the first time he was poisoned. The first time by food maybe, but he had been injected with it by a furious Nightmare!Sans after told him he wasn't going to help him fight Ink and Dream!Sans. Error was swamped by too much work and had lost all his anger by that time when asked.

But the joke was on him. Although the poison hurt a little - He was screaming, choking on dust and blood, magic rejecting himself, his SOUL feeling like it was tearing into P I E C E S - he lived through it. After a few more tries - three hundred and sixty four more attempts - Nightmare gave up and Error had become immune to most deadly poisons on the bright side.

All the Monsters groaned when they saw Error just feed Null some eggs, not even trying to take some for himself.

"Error, dear, why don't you try some?" Toriel quickly asked, gesturing with her hand for the others to start eating as well. "I warmed up some soup for you."

Looking very confused at the bowl being held out to him, Error just blinked at it. Glancing to the brown broth, he could admit he had no idea what to do in this situation. The last time someone offered him something was....He couldn't remember. "i'M nOT hUNgRY." Error settled on. He hadn't been hungry in a long time. "NuLl AnD VoiD nEEd It MORe."

Before Toriel could try and get him to at least try some of the food, that had healing properties, or coo at the last sentence and insist that there is enough food for everyone, Skull walked back in.

Seeing that Error was just feeding the kids, and having heard what he said, made Skull hope that Error would willingly come with them. If not he was not above dragging him to get healed, not when he obviously needs it.

"Hey Error." Error stilled, eyes locking on the Sans. His only thought was that the Sans finally is going to do something, finally going to try and dust him. "I have someone that wants ta meet ya, to get ya some needed help." The shorter skeleton nodded at Toriel, who was very relived that the darker skeleton would get healed up.

Skull waved someone in, and soon a skeleton around Error's height walked in. Error's SOUL froze, his grip on the children tightening. All he could see was the face of the skeleton, nothing else computed. 'He found me....'

Well, Error was half right. The Sans did something, but he wouldn't be doing the dusting. No, he just called the creator to do finish what he started. When that very familiar face faced him, eyes sparkling when they glanced down at the kids in his lap, something inside of him S N A P E D .

"So YOu'vE COME tO fiNiSH YOuR pLAn...." Watching the skeleton start to violently glitch, Skull was quick to motion for his family to move away from him. Ink could only blink before dense magic filled the air. Ink choked as he heard it's screams.

And then Error laughed and Ink felt his SOUL drop at the words. "You'Ll hAVe tO TRy HArdER tO kILl mE iNKy! AfTEr ALL wE bOth ArE tWO hAlvES oF a WHoLE no MAtTeR hOW mUCh We Don'T lIKE iT!" And with that Error was quick to put the kids behind the kitchen bar and swipe a hand down his face, blue string coming to life. "I'M tIReD oF tAKiNG yOUR BEaTiNGs ANd ShIT!"

Before Ink could deny his words, as he had never met the Monster before now, he was flung back with pain as string wrapped around his joints. His paint brush fell off and to the ground, making a rattle as the rest of the Monsters flinched back. Looking up, Ink was faced with a Monster who looked like he had nothing to loose and was beyond pissed.

Skull was busy making sure none of his family got hurt, but was shocked when the string never went to any of them. But he knew if they took one step, that could change. "Well...Did not see this coming..." Sweat dropped off his skull, but questions swarmed his head. 'Inky? Ink trying to kill him!? What is going on!?'

Null clung tighter to Void, peeking around the corner of the bar to see what was going on. 'Is this the Monster that hurt Daddy....Is he like Him?' If this was the case, then Null knew that his Daddy would win. If he can take down the doctor, then he can take down this bad Monster as well. Void shifted as the magic moved about in the air, whimpering softly.

"I-" Ink gasped out only to cry out in pain when his SOUL was brought out, strings rapped around it. Soon Error's glitchy face was near his, his eyes screaming how lost he is, how tired he was. "I-i? WhAT INk? I hAVe NO cArE FOR thAT bAlAnCE anY mORE! So I cNA dUSt-"

For the first time, Error looked, really looked, at the Monster's SOUL. It was a normal upside down Monster SOUL, but with a rainbow shine to it, like a opal.

The problem with that? Ink did not have a normal Monster SOUL.

This was not Ink's SOUL. Ink's SOUL was pure rainbow, shinning in all colors all the time. His SOUL was never just white with a shine to it. Error has seen it plenty of times as they fought, and Ink has always made sure to say how ugly his own SOUL looked. Using a bit of magic, Error CHECKED the SOUL only to still. The stats were all wrong.

Leaning back, Error finally took a good long look at the Monster, then felt numb at what he saw. A tall Monster, at his own height, same clothing but with modifications and a few different colors here or there. The same face, only more mature. Ink was short, about to his hip bones, and favored a blue jacket not a green one.

Ink looked to the Monster when dark hands made the strings soften. "D-Do YOU kNOW wHO i Am?" Ink saw the confusion on the others face, looking so lost. He could only shake his head in negative. "This is my first time meeting you...."

"YOU lOOk juSt lIKe Him....LikE InK..bUT yOUR NOt HIm?" Error rubbed his skull harshly in his confusion. 'Did Ink make another version of himself?! But why would he do that?! To try to make another creator!?'

"But...." Error's eyes turned wild at the next sentence. "I am Ink, or at least Ink!Sans from Inktale..."

The strings vanished as Error fell to his knees, muttering to himself not understanding what is going on. "BuT HOw!? INKtALe?! I'VE nevER hEaRd oF thAT Au! DId INk cREaTe a NEw ONe THat FASt!?" Suddenly his breathing stopped. "....HoW lONg DiD i FAll? DId tHE aNTi-VOid mAKe IT sO YEaRS pASsEd mE bY wHEN i FeLL?!"

His glitching worsened with every word, his bones cracking a bit further at his harsh scrubbing. Everyone flinched back when Error suddenly started banging his skull into the ground harshly, making the cracks on it worsen. "i DON'T UNdERSTAnD! I SHOulD hAvE dIED! WHaT hAs HE DOnE tO mE!? AM i CUrsED?! ARhHHhHHhHHhHH-!"

Ink was quick to rush up to the hysterical skeleton, hovering yet not touching. "SKULL! Get the others out of here!" Ink yelled out over the glitched screams, not taking his sockets off the Monster that admitted that he should have died of all things. 'What happened to you!? Do I have a double running around hurting people!?'

Rushing the Monsters out and around Error, making sure that they would stay out of the home, he then turned to the baby bones. But before he could reach them, they shot out and around him! "Hey-!"

"NUUU~" Error could feel little hands gripping his uncovered arms, soft crying echoing around his skull. His vision blurred from all his glitching and the marrow getting into his sockets, but he could make out the colors blue and orange. He stopped slamming his head, sockets narrowing to try and make out who had grabbed him. "K-K-k-_K-IDs....?!"

"Daddy!?" Null gasped at the blood, clinging on the bent arm as hard as he could as if to make him better. Void crawled and patted the hand that was clawing and leaving deep scratches on the floor. "D-Da! Da~" Orange and blue tears fell to the ground. Error could see the colors through his haze, his mind slowly coming back to him. He slowly reached up his hands to clenched his skull, marrow leaking out and pooling under him. "W_w-WHeRE a_Am I-I_i?!"

"Far from home that's for sure...." Skull muttered, helping Ink up. "And probably farther then were thinking."

"Why don't you come with me." Error glanced up to the familiar but wRoNG face. Eyes gently glowing showing concern and care. "We'll finger this out, and the others can help us."

Error knew this could be another trap, the others could be hundreds of other Sans and Papyrus waiting in wait to try and dust him. And while he normally wouldn't care, Error glanced to where he can finally make out Null's and Void's worried faces, he had two little brats that won't leave him alone.

"DaDaDaDa~" Error flinched, his glitches fading at Void's soft cooing/crying. As the glitches faded, he was able to think a bit more logically. He needed to see the other Skeletons and AU's to see just where in the Multiverse he is in. And to do that, he needed to follow this taller version of Inky.

Slowly sitting up, and ignoring the pain, clinging children and hovering Sans's, Error gave a nod in agreement that just made him more dizzy.

"oK-OkAy...."

-End Chapter-

Error's breakdown is just beginning. Once he finds out just what happened he is going to have another one, a bigger one, because he is just so done with everything. He is going to think Fate or Inky is playing with him.

This Multiverse will not have as many AU's as the original one, and some of the Sans and Papyrus will act very differently then their counterparts. There will be reasons for this, but the main one is because Inky(OM!Ink) and Error do not exist here and because they have their own built in balance in their AU..

Error called OM!Ink Inky as a insult, a cutesy nickname because he is so short to him.

There will not be a huge amount of AU's in this Multiverse, I'm just warning you now.

In the next chapter Error meets the others, and they hold a meeting. Null and Void get some new friends and even a admirer, to Error's horror, confusion and apprehension. Of course it will only get worse once Error gets one as well. The others also get to know just what and who exactly Error is and how he came to be Error. They find out about his job and Inky's as well.

#Healing What Has Been Broken #Error Sans #Forced Destroyer Error #Papa!Error #Null #Void #My OCs #Harrish6 #Fanfiction #Fanfic

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