Chapter 5 - Blog Posts

beast bendy for me, i’ve already adopted him and you ?

Bendy belong to meatly 

So my dad has this habit of sending me random quotes every morning in hopes something will go into my brain for once, and today's quote was this:

Got reminded of the last chapter I posted for So You Came Back To Me and now I'm wondering whether he's secretly reading my fics or is this just a coincidence

Allie if we got married can i share custody of your talent

rushed this so bad but idc

Drawn 11/10/2024

IM NEW TO TUMBLR SO SORRY IF IM NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT A BIG DESCRIPTION BUT

The less visible and bloody X's over kokichis face and arm symbolize his death and the crossbow thing happening, but there are x's formed at the same spots on kaito by the very visible string that kokichis pulling, this symbolizes how kaito's death was faked and kokichi pulled the strings to swap their stories.

Shuichi can only see staticy shadows, a evil grin, and an untangleable net of bloodstained links. But who is who?

Also kokichis middle finger string seems to be pointed at shuichi but it runs off screen.. i wonder to who?

Oh and j tried to make his ring finger connect to the string around kaitos neck but i forgot what i was doing woopsie! That was gonna symbolize how the only time/way kokichi let himself connect and bond with kaito was when he knew it would lead to their deaths in the end anyway.

Drawn 11/10/2024

HI IM NEW TO TUMBLR SO IDK IF ITS NORMAL TO GIVE A BIG DESCRIPTION BUT

the planets (that are also positioned to look like the pupils of some of the eyes in the bg can you see it) are supposed to be representative of their clasmates and the sun is the mastermind role, which everyone thinks is kokichi but is actually tsumugi. Thats why they're positioned in a way where the eyes look like they're staring at yhe sun while the eyeball that has the sun as the iris is looking straight at the viewer. Also pluto is seperated from the other planets (left of kokichi's arm) because that represents k1bO. Theres other meanings/references in this drawing but that's the one i wanted to point out.

Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 5)

CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually) 

WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, more military talk,  spelling and grammatical errors. Flippy floppy points of view and tenses. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo may not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC 

AUTHORS NOTE: bit of backstory in this chapter, warning if you don't like blood, theres some but its not overly descriptive. Other than that, bit of Carrillo, bit of OC. bit of everything really. shorter chapter

WORD COUNT: 2.4k 

CHAPTER:   5 OF ?

TAG LIST(OPEN): @girlpornparadise @1zashreena1 @xxidontwikeitxx @nicke0115 @allalngthewtchtower @lettherebrelight

Greyson stayed slumped against the wall longer than necessary, hopelessly trying to bring her heart rate back to normal after the frankly, overwhelmingly hot, interaction with the Colonel. Yes she was ecstatic that she had been chosen for his team, but she wasn’t really able to process that information after the mess he had left her in. She was panting like a dog in heat, unbearably turned on, and sticky in places she hadn’t been in a very long time. Whatever he had just done to her, she wanted more of it. Lots more of it. He had opened a gateway into all things filthy and it frustrated her to no end.

Pushing herself into the upright position was no easy feat, but she knew she needed to work out her frustration even more after that interaction with the Colonel.  No, she thought, maybe from now on I should call him Carrillo, since he is now my boss and all. The thrill of that settled low in her stomach and had her heart jumping at the thought. Grunting she pushed herself towards the gym with haste, before she could follow the mounting temptation to follow the Colo--- Carrillo, down the hallway to finish what he started. 

Glancing around the gym she made note of the equipment. A few boxing bags, a couple of dumb bells, a bench press and other various things she could not name. Not the best of gyms but it would do. Stripping out of her long sleeve camo shirt she was left in her army issue green t-shirt, a shirt that was usually reserved for occasions such as this. She made the hasty decision to shuck off her boots and socks leaving her barefoot, before rolling her pants legs up a few inches to rest a rough inch below her knee. A much more practical workout attire. 

Forgoing the weights as they weren’t her style, Greyson focused on the bags hanging in the middle of the room. Now this is where she would have fun. Coming from a generational military family had meant that her father had wanted her ‘fighting fit’ as soon as she was able to walk. By the time she was five years old she had been enrolled in martial arts and kids cadets. By age twelve she had won three championships in the sport and taken home the drill trophy at the cadet school. She couldn’t have made her father prouder, until the moment she won nationals for kickboxing, taking home the trophy and quite substantial prize money. That was the moment she knew she wanted to fight for a living, not as a pro kickboxer but as a soldier like her father was, she was only fifteen at the time. 

At age seventeen she enlisted in the army, only to be denied on medical grounds and put on a two year stand down. From then on out, her father didn’t pay her any notice, always stealing himself away from the ‘disappointment’ of the family and being deployed for months at a time on purpose. Being the only child, and being denied access into the only service her family thought fit to serve in, made her feel like a useless waste of space. 

Even while feeling like the worlds biggest disappointment she still pushed herself to her limits, training seven days a week for up to four hours a day, trying oh so desperately to make her father proud of her. At nineteen she didn’t want to become a regular soldier, she wanted to become an officer, but that would require her to wait another two years to be the minimum age to enlist. So she waited, kept training hard. She took shooting lessons at the local range, would do weighted pack runs three times a week and spend hours out in the bush at night teaching herself survival techniques. All the things she could hope would help her when she finally made the cut. 

When she enlisted again at twenty-one, they denied her on the grounds that ‘she didn’t have enough life experience’, so this time, instead of letting it get to her, she doubled down on the training. And finally, when she reapplied again at twenty two years of age, she was accepted and began her first day of training a mere week after her twenty third birthday. Yet, she was still one of the youngest of the cadets she enlisted with, the eldest, Cadet Monroe, being thirty two years of age. It baffled her why someone would join as a cadet at that age when she knew the LT. Colonel, and possibly the Colonel himself, was younger than the cadet. 

Pushing those thought from her mind Greyson began her workout, spending a small amount of time to warm up, before jumping straight into combination drills on the bag that she had learnt many years ago. She was able to switch off at this point, the years of doing the same routines over and over had drilled this into her muscle memory. She was all fluid motion and hard calculated strikes at her age. Briefly her thoughts return to the situation that had occurred mere minutes ago in the hallway. The way the Colonel’s body had been so tightly pushed against her had her breathing increasing, far from being exhausted  she threw more weight into her strikes. 

Damn that handsome bastard of an officer for working me up like this. This is the kind of shit that shouldn’t be getting to me anymore! , and with one last frustrated huff Greyson threw her hardest punch yet, yelping from the force of landing on the bag. She pulled her hand towards her chest to examine it. From the look of it, there was no damage done other than a few bruises covering her knuckles, not an unusual feeling for the cadet. She just wish she had been quick enough to land a hit of that smug face that was now haunting her thoughts more so than ever. 

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Carrillo had finally made it to his intended destination, Lt. Colonel Sinclair's’ office. There was small doubt in his mind that the man residing within the office had been playing upon His cadets’ emotions during the course of her training. He wasn’t a stupid man by any means, he had put two and two together after witnessing the moment that occurred between himself and Greyson at the training yards. The smug smirk the Lt. had sported while walking past him that   day had planted a seed of disrespect towards the man. 

Carrillo didn't bother to knock on the man's door before barging in, he was in fact the senior officer in this situation so the LT. could suck it up. 

Sinclair stood up in a hell of a rush, not really sure as to who would be bursting into his office at this time of day, he had half expected to see Cadet Greyson standing there waiting to apologize and finally accept his attention, instead he was greeted with the stone faced Colonel from Columbia.  “Ah Sir, good to see you again, I gather that your time on the base has been productive, congrats on forming your team. Now, what can I help you with, Sir ?”

“It has been brought to my attention that you were not forthcoming about the information regarding the cadet that I have selected, rather you lied to the cadets while claiming you had not yet been informed yourself, is this true Lieutenant?”  

“I... uh... what Sir. I don’t know where you got that bullshit from but that is not the case, I held Greyson behind to give her the good news but she stormed off before I could tell her” The lieutenant cleared his throat to cover his mounting embarrassment at the situation before him. He definitely wasn’t above lying to cover his tracks and throw the Colonel in front of him off the scent of his essentially illegal advances at the cadet mentioned. He was greeted with a raised eyebrow and a knowing look on the Columbians face.

“I think it's safe to say you can cut the shit, Sinclair. I know all about your advances toward Cadet Greyson. I fail to see why you would lie about it considering the rumors' brewing in the Cadets barracks tonight. That and might I mention the encounter I witnessed between you and Greyson just a few days ago. There was nothing professional about that!” 

“Look, Sir” The Lt. Colonel spat, making his way around his desk to make himself look bigger, “Frankly it's none of your damn business which cadets I chose to associate with or not. Greyson can make up her own mind about what and WHO, she wants. And let's face it, they graduate in a little over a week now. The cadets are fair game to the rest of the corps now” The borderline insubordination coupled with the hungry grin cemented exactly what the Lt. Colonel was trying to obtain. The realization had Colonel Carrillo’s stomach turning at the thought. If he was this open and honest about his intentions then HIS cadet was in a very rocky situation. 

Clearing his throat and taking a rather large step toward the lower ranked officer before him, the Colonel fought off the need to punch the smug man in the face. But there was no point in doing that, lest he chase off the Cadet from his team, he still was unsure of her exact feelings for the man currently before him. He tilted his head back to stare down his nose at the perverse man before him.  Crowding just ever so close to the man to make him uncomfortable.

“I suggest you stay the fuck away from that recruit, Lieutenant. She is part of MY  team which now makes her, MY  responsibility and henceforth, MY cadet. Keep your filthy hands off her or I'll have you charged for unwanted advances, then it will be goodbye senior rank and back to junior officer you go. Understood?” The Colonel declared, fully expecting the man before him to back down, except defeat and allow him to carry on with his evening. The exact opposite occurred.

“I think there is something you just don’t quite get, Sir” the Lt. Colonel scoffed, “That girl out there, that stupid young cadet, will believe anything that is fed to her. How do you think I got her wrapped around my finger in the first place” He laughed off the end of his sentence, pushing at the Colonels’ shoulders in order to get past him to sit back down behind his desk.  “As far as I'm concerned, you don’t have a single claim on that cadet until she accepts your proposal to join your team..” he trailed off before delivering the most sarcastic “SIR!” he could muster. Shoulder shaking as he chuckled away to himself. 

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Greyson had pushed herself to the point of over exertion. Working out at a hundred percent capacity would do that to a person, even if she was used to endurance training. Combining the work out with her mental and previous physical exertion had been enough for her to drop to the mats after a solid hour of hammering the training bag. Her knuckles of her left hand were thoroughly bruised but the knuckles of her right hand were a bit more worse for wear. A deep gash had formed over the knuckle of her index finger, the bloody pouring steadily from the gash, the rest of her knuckles on that hand were marked with much smaller gashes, a minimal amount of blood coming from the cuts. It looked like she’d killed someone. 

Cradling her hand to her chest she made her way to the bathroom adjacent to the gym. She turned the tap on, waiting for the water to run clear before thrusting her hands under it to clean off the blood, barely flinching at the sting that came from cleaning out the gash. The sink turned a faded crimson from the amount of blood being washed from her hands. She felt numb, unbearingly so, it seemed the week had finally caught up with her, she felt as though she could curl up in a ball right now  and wake up a week later. So lost in her own thoughts and mesmerized by the blood flowing from her hands and into the sink, she failed to notice the presence behind her until it was too late.  One minute the cadet is watching her blood flow down the sink, the next her vision is fading to black. 

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Carrillo was fuming, muscles taught, hands curled tight  and ready to release upon the man before him. His jaw was clenched so tight he could hear his teeth grinding together. He took a step towards the man with the full intent of knocking his flat onto the floor, black out cold. And he would have too, if it wasn’t for the frantic knocking followed closely by Cadet Calliope all but throwing himself into the room. 

“Sir, come quick, it's Greyson” Calliope exclaimed. There was a frantic tone in his voice that snapped both men out of their grudge match. 

Carrillo spun to give the young man his full attention, before nodding at the recruit, “Lead the way Cadet” . They followed the cadet through the twists and turns of the hallways leading towards the medics bay. Upon seeing both officers the nurses rushed them through to her room. And there, laying almost deathly still, was Cadet Greyson. Gash above her eyebrow being stitched together as Carrillo watched on from the door. She looked nothing like the strong cadet he had seen perform all week. She looked fragile, too fragile. Not wanting to watch any further he pushed past Sinclair who was standing directly behind him, mouth agape, hands shaking and look like he might collapse himself.

Carrillo grabbed Calliope by the arm, pulling him down the hallway and into a spare room. He rounded on the cadet, finger pointed and eyes ablaze, as he hissed,  “Explain to me exactly what you know Cadet, and don’t you dare leave anything out” 

Cadet Calliope gulped, mouth suddenly dry. Well here goes nothing,  he thought

Cap 5:Capítulo cualquiera.

Era ya otro día,un día “normal” en Superjail,siendo dirigida por el tipo loco y extraño que es Warden.Esté estaba en su oficina,reclamando unas cosas a Jared,como de costumbre.

Warden:Jared,Jared…era una simple tarea!-ceño fruncido y moviendo sus manos rápidamente-

Jared:Lo siento señor,pero…es difícil controlarlos,la última vez incendiaron una celda completa y empezaron a asesinar sin control-viendo su tablilla y luciendo nervioso-

Warden:Dime algo que no suceda todo el tiempo,además,me tengo que encargar de todo siempre?-moviéndose un poco y aún enojado-aparte...Once-ler está viendo todo ese desastre,me pregunto qué pensará?

Sentándose en su escritorio y sonando pensativo.Realmente la opinión de Once-ler se volvió tan realmente importante,tal vez es el hecho de que al menos hasta ahora no lo han traicionado,sí,hubo una riña entre ellos pero al menos “no es tan grave” como otras veces y hubo una reconciliación.

Warden:Pff,seguramente no le importa…suena como un hombre completamente comprensible,pero…pero eso no quita que tengas que hacer tu trabajo Jared!para eso te pago-alterado y cruzado de brazos-

Jared:Pero señor…

Warden:Seguramente al doctor le agradaría un nuevo sujeto de pruebas,eh?-sonrisa maliciosa-

Jared:Ya voy a hacerlo señor!-yéndose rápidamente por la puerta-

El guardián se arregló el traje,apretando un botón en su escritorio,haciendo que caiga frente a la puerta de la celda de Once-ler.Esté en cuanto llegó abrió la puerta sorpresivamente.

Warden:Oh,Once-ler!-sonando feliz y sonriente-

Once-ler:¡Aaa!Warden!-asustado- podrías dejar de hacer eso…podría estar desnudo o algo,no abras la puerta así de la nada…

Warden:Uh,bueno…no exageres,¿por qué lo estarías?-en serio lo pregunto-

Once-ler:No tengo porque explicarte,solo digo que es privacidad,hombre!hay que respetar eso,ok?-tratando de sonar tranquilo-

Warden:Ok,ok…tranquilo-sacando su bastón de su sombrero,como un mago-Te has estado adaptando bien?

Esté viendo la celda y paseando,curioseando lo que había,aunque es difícil que hubiera muchas cosas puesto que Once-ler ha estado encerrado ahí.

Once-ler:Ugg,eso…no tanto,las cosas son difíciles aquí y un poco salvajes-acomodándose el cabello-en especial…ajam,cuando se trata de conversar con ellos…

Warden:Oh,eso?sí,puede ser difícil convivir con ellos…son un tanto rudos,más cuando entra alguien nuevo,es como si les dieras un nuevo juguete o algo así-concentrado y viendo todo-

Warden:¡Tranquilo!ellos no te harán nada…no si saben que estás de mi lado~

Once-ler:No creo que esa sea la solución,sabes…esos tipos te odian-poniendo una de sus manos en un hombro del otro-

Warden:¿Qué?ellos no me odian…solo están un poquito enojados con la vida,,no los culpo…supongo que afuera es una completa basura,por eso están aquí,en su hogar…

Once-ler:Eso no es lo que oí…sabes?esos tipos te odian,planean sabotear tu cárcel siempre,te llaman por diota…no creo que eso sea señal de que te quieran…-sonando como si nada-no consideran este lugar como su hogar,no los culpo mucho…

Warden puso cara triste,pero también pensativo.Ciertamente Warden ya sabía de esas cosas,pero se engañaba a sí mismo,tratando de creer que no lo odiaban y que estaban enojados entre sí.

Warden:Uh…pff,solo están jugando,pueden ser un poco salvajes,rudos y a veces completamente irrespetuosos,pero es eso!lo que hace que me motivé para seguir con esto!estoy haciendo un gran trabajo-totalmente sonriente y motivado-

Once-ler lo miró incrédulo,el tipo literalmente estaba ignorando el hecho de que le dicen idiota,incluso lo hacen en su cara y simplemente esté lo ignora,o no le da importancia.Once-ler simplemente no lo podía creer,pero se estaba acostumbrado a ese tipo de cosas,viniendo de Warden.

Once-ler:Eso creo,qué vamos hacer?

Warden:Vamos?...oh,sí…claro!el desayuno nos está esperando,también un día lleno de cosas divertidas!-golpeando con el dedo el pecho del otro-

Once-ler:Es-eso creo-deteniendo el dedo del otro-espero que el desayuno sea decente…

Warden:Sí,a veces se mueve,jajaja-sonrisita-

Once-ler:Jejeje…en serio?...

Warden:-se encoge de hombros y saliendo por la puerta-

Once-ler:Warden…WARDEN!Dios,ven acá-yendo hacía él-

-Rato después-

Warden intenta hacerle ver a Once-ler que su prisión es la más divertida y genial del mundo,de una manera feliz,sonriente y loca como siempre.Once-ler estaba un poco fastidiado de eso pero lo toleraba,sacando de su frac un cigarro,poniéndolo en su boca,Warden quitandoselo.Warden, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja, sostiene el cigarro en alto como un trofeo.

Warden: ¡Oh, mira qué tesoro he encontrado! Un amigo que escupe humo. ¿Quieres que lo adoptemos? Lo llamaremos "Fumito". ¡Será nuestra nueva mascota!-Hace cosquillas en la nariz de Once-ler con el cigarro, provocando una mueca de disgusto en el joven-

Once-ler: ¡Basta, Warden! ¡Devuelve mi cigarro!

Warden: ¡Pero si es mucho más divertido así! Imagínate, Fumito y yo jugando a la escondida en las celdas... ¡Será un buen juego!

Once-ler no le iba a seguir el juego,persiguiendo por toda la cárcel a Warden,no,era más inteligente que eso.

Once-ler: ¿Sabes, Warden? Eres un genio. Hace una pausa dramática. Un genio infantil que no sabe comportarse. Se burla. ¿Por qué no vas a jugar con tus juguetes?

Warden: Ofendido ¡Oye! ¡Yo no soy ningún niño!

Once-ler: Risas burlonas Claro que no. Eres un adulto que actúa como uno de cinco años.

Warden, con una sonrisa maliciosa, se acerca a Once-ler.

Warden: ¿Sabes qué, Once-ler? Tienes razón. Soy un niño grande.-Hace una pausa, acercándose aún más-Pero tú... tú eres peor. Eres un viejo amargado que no sabe divertirse.

Once-ler, sorprendido por el cambio de tono, se queda callado.

Once-ler:Piénsalo bien, Warden. Si juegas conmigo, podrías salir perdiendo.

Warden, sorprendido por el cambio de actitud de Once-ler, retrocede un paso.La mirada de Once-ler es tan intensa que lo hace sentir incómodo.Se da cuenta de que ha subestimado a Once-ler un poco

Warden:-Con una sonrisa nerviosa-¿Ah, sí? ¿Y qué harás? ¿Me vas a contar un chiste malo?pff

Once-ler:-Con una voz baja y amenazante-No subestimes mi capacidad para hacer daño, Warden.Soy más de lo que crees

Warden: -Intentando cambiar de tema y sonar despreocupado-¿Y tú, Once-ler? ¿Qué te gusta hacer en tu tiempo libre, además de darme miedo con tus miradas asesinas?

Once-ler sonríe levemente, divertido ante el intento de Warden por aligerar el ambiente.

Once-ler: Bueno, en otro tiempo disfrutaba de la buena vida. Lujos, fiestas, mujeres... cosas así. Pero ahora, aquí... me entretengo pensando en formas de escapar.

Warden se detiene en seco, su sonrisa desapareciendo por completo. La mención de la fuga lo pone nervioso.

Warden:-Cambiando de tono,más serio-Esas son ideas peligrosas,Once-ler.No te conviene jugar con fuego.

Once-ler:-se encoge de hombros.-Todos jugamos con fuego,Warden.Algunos simplemente lo esconden mejor.

A pesar de la tensión subyacente,ambos continúan su paseo por Superjail.Warden, aunque nervioso, intenta mantener una apariencia de autoridad, mostrándole a Once-ler los diferentes sectores de la prisión.Once-ler, por su parte, observa todo,buscando posibles puntos débiles y oportunidades de escape.

Warden:-Con una voz más suave-Escucha,Once-ler.Sé que estás buscando una salida,pero te advierto que no encontrarás nada.Esta prisión es impenetrable.

Once-ler:-se ríe-.impenetrable,¿eh?Pues entonces,¿por qué no me muestras todos los rincones de esta maravillosa fortaleza?Quizás encuentre algo que se me haya escapado.

Warden:-duda por un momento,pero luego asiente con la cabeza-Está bien.Te mostraré todo lo que quieras.Pero si intentas algo,te arrepentirás.

Once-ler asiente con una sonrisa,siguiendo a Warden a través de los pasillos de la prisión.El guardián le muestra cada rincón,desde las celdas más oscuras,hasta rincones raros.Once-ler observa todo con detenimiento,buscando cualquier detalle que pueda ayudarlo a escapar.

Once-ler:-Pensando para sí mismo-Es demasiado fácil.¿De verdad cree que voy a confiarme tanto? Debe tener alguna trampa extraña…

Warden,notando la mirada confundida de Once-ler,se detiene y lo mira fijamente.

Warden:¿Qué pasa, Once-ler?¿No te gusta el tour?-mirándolo-

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa burlona-Es muy amable de tu parte,Warden.Pero dime, ¿no crees que estás siendo demasiado amable?¿No deberías estar preocupado de que intente escapar?

Warden:-se encoge de hombros-Mira,Once-ler,sé que eres un tipo inteligente,con un gran cerebro en esa linda cabecita.Pero esta prisión es impenetrable.No importa lo que intentes,no podrás salir

Once-ler:-Riéndose-Impenetrable,¿eh?Bueno,nunca digas nunca,Warden…

Warden se queda mirando a Once-ler,sintiéndose cada vez más incómodo. Comienza a sospechar que Once-ler está jugando un juego con él y eso no le agrada.no le avisaron,eso es trampa.

-Rato después-

Once-ler, con una sonrisa burlona,intenta deshacerse de Warden,quien lo sigue como una sombra y pegado como chicle.

Once-ler:Warden,por favor,dame un poco de espacio.Estoy empezando a sentirme claustrofóbico.

Warden:-con una ceja alzada,se acerca aún más-Claustrofóbico,¿eh?Pues deberías haber pensado en eso antes de cometer sus crímenes,señor Once-ler.

Once-ler:-Rodando los ojos-Mira,Warden,solo quiero que quede claro algo:a mí solo me gustan las mujeres.Así que no te hagas ilusiones,alejate de mí,chicle.

Warden,visiblemente molesto,se cruza de brazos.

Warden:Eso no tiene nada que ver con esto,Once-ler.Chicle?pff,Yo solo estoy haciendo mi trabajo.Y no te preocupes,no tengo ningún interés en ti.A mí solo me gusta Alice.

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa sarcástica-Ah,sí,Alice?

Mostrándonos una escena de Once-ler viendo como Alice le rompe el brazo a un tipo,con facilidad.

Once-ler:Qué romántico-riendo sarcásticamente-

Warden:-se sonroja ligeramente-Sí,ella es muy especial para mí,es tan delicada.

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa burlona-Alice,¿eh? La Alice que le rompió el brazo a aquel tipo en la pelea del comedor,Sí, muy “delicada."

Warden:-sonrojado, se aclara la garganta-Bueno,ella sabe defenderse.Además, fue en defensa propia.

Once-ler:-Agitando una ceja-Defensa propia,pff,Seguro…

Warden:-Con una sonrisa burlona-No te pongas celoso,Once-ler.Tendrás todo el tiempo del mundo para jugar conmigo aquí,esto es eterno…

Once-ler frunce el ceño,confundido por el comentario de Warden.¿Acaso estaba insinuando algo más?Trata de ignorarlo,pero la idea de que Warden pudiera tener algún tipo de interés en él lo desconcierta.

Estos siguieron su camino hasta la oficina del guardián.

Once-ler se sienta en una silla frente al escritorio de Warden,observando la oficina.Warden se acomoda en su asiento,esperando que Once-ler inicie la conversación.

Warden: Bueno,Once-ler…¡cierto!nunca lo pregunte¿qué te parece mi oficina?

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa irónica-digamos que es... único,mmm…lindo techo-mirando arriba-

Warden:-Riéndose-Lo sé, lo sé. A algunos les parece demasiado, pero a mí me gusta,es divertido.

Hay un momento de silencio incómodo mientras ambos se miran fijamente.Once-ler aprovecha la oportunidad para cambiar de tema.

Once-ler: Dime,Warden,¿por qué me trajiste aquí?¿Tienes algo importante que decirme?

Warden:-Pensativo-En realidad,sí.Quiero hacerte una propuesta.

Once-ler:-Alejándose un poco,confundido-¿Una propuesta?¿De qué se trata?

Warden:Verás,he estado pensando mucho en tu situación.Y creo que podría haber una forma de que las cosas sean un poco más fáciles para ti aquí-sonriendo maliciosamente y mirándolo-

Once-ler:-se muestra escéptico-¿Qué clase de propuesta podría ser?¿Una trampa? ¿Una oportunidad?

Warden, con un tono dramático y serio, se acerca a Once-ler.

Warden:Once-ler, esta es nuestra oportunidad.Necesitamos ser... amigos…

Once-ler lo mira fijamente,con una expresión de incredulidad.¿En serio?¿Después de todo este drama, la propuesta de Warden era ser amigos?

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa incrédula-¿Amigos?¿Eso es todo?

Warden:-Sonriendo-Bueno, ¿qué más podría ser? Necesitamos confiar el uno en el otro.Además,no tengo muchos amigos…al parecer no les agrado mucho-riendo nervioso-

Once-ler piensa por un momento.Warden,a pesar de sus extrañas excentricidades, no parece ser una amenaza real.Quizás tener un aliado dentro de la prisión no sea tan mala idea y más uno como Warden,el literal alcaide.

Once-ler:-Asintiendo-Está bien. Seamos amigos.

Warden se ilumina al escuchar la respuesta de Once-ler,sonriendo y totalmente halagado.

Warden: ¡Genial!Sabía que podíamos llegar a un acuerdo¡Somos amigos!

Y así, de manera un tanto anticlimática,Once-ler y Warden se convierten en "amigos".Aunque Once-ler sigue siendo incrédulo,no puede negar que la idea de tener un aliado dentro de la prisión no le desagrada del todo,será de ayuda tal vez.

Continuara…

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Chapter 5:Any chapter.

It was another day, a "normal" day in Superjail, being directed by the crazy and strange guy that is Warden. He was in his office, complaining about some things to Jared, as usual.

Warden: Jared, Jared…it was a simple task! - frowning and moving his hands quickly - Jared: I'm sorry sir, but… it's difficult to control them, the last time they set an entire cell on fire and started murdering without control - looking at his clipboard and looking nervous - Warden: Tell me something that doesn't happen all the time, besides, do I always have to take care of everything? -moving a little and still angry- aside…Once-ler is watching all that mess, I wonder what he thinks?

Sitting at his desk and sounding thoughtful. Really Once-ler's opinion became so really important, maybe it's the fact that at least until now they haven't betrayed him, yes, there was a fight between them but at least “it's not as serious” as other times and there was a reconciliation.

Warden: Pff, he probably doesn't care… he sounds like a completely understandable man, but… but that doesn't mean you not have to do your job Jared! That's what I pay you for - upset and crossing his arms - Jared: But sir… Warden: Surely the doctor would like a new test subject, huh? -mischievous smile- Jared: I'm going to do it sir! -Going quickly out the door-

The guard fixed his suit, pressing a button on his desk, causing it to fall in front of the door of Once-ler's cell. As soon as he arrived, he opened the door surprisingly.

Warden:Oh,Once-ler!-sounding happy and smiling- Once-ler: Aaa! Warden! -scared- could you stop doing that…he could be naked or something, don't open the door like that out of nowhere… Warden: Uh, well…don't exaggerate, why would you be? -I'm seriously asking- Once-ler: I don't have to explain to you, I'm just saying that it's privacy, man! You have to respect that, okay? -trying to sound calm- Warden: Ok, ok…calm-taking his staff out of his hat, like a magician-Have you been adjusting well?

was looking at the cell and walking around, wondering what was there, although it is difficult for there to be many things since the Once-ler has been locked up there.

Once-ler: Ugg, that… not so much, things are difficult here and a little wild - adjusting their hair - especially… aha, when it comes to talking to them… Warden: Oh, that's it, yes, they can be difficult to live with…they are a bit rude, especially when someone new comes in, it's like you gave them a new toy or something like that-concentrated and seeing everything-

Warden: Don't worry! They won't do anything to you…not if they know you're on my side~ Once-ler: I don't think that's the solution, you know…those guys hate you-putting one of his hands on the other's shoulder- Warden: What? They don't hate me… they're just a little angry with life, I don't blame them… I guess it's complete garbage outside, that's why they're here, in their home… Once-ler: That's not what I heard… you know? those guys hate you, they always plan to sabotage your prison, they call you a diota… I don't think that's a sign that they love you… -sounding like it's nothing- they don't consider this place like their home, I don't blame them much…

Warden made a sad face, but also thoughtful. Warden certainly already knew about those things, but he fooled himself, trying to believe that they didn't hate him and that they were angry with each other.

Warden: Uh…pff, they're just playing, they can be a little wild, rude and sometimes completely disrespectful, but that's what makes me motivated to continue with this! I'm doing a great job - totally smiling and motivated-

Once-ler looked at him in disbelief, the guy was literally ignoring the fact that they call him an idiot, they even do it to his face and he just ignores it, or doesn't give it any importance. Once-ler just couldn't believe it, but he was Used to that kind of thing, coming from Warden.

Once-ler: I think so, what are we going to do? Warden: Come on?…oh, yes… of course! breakfast is waiting for us, also a day full of fun things! -tapping the other's chest with his finger- Once-ler: That's-I think so-stopping the other's finger-I hope breakfast is decent… Warden: Yes, sometimes it moves, hahaha-smile- Once-ler: Hehehe…really?… Warden:-shrugs and walking out the door- Once-ler:Warden…WARDEN!God, come here-going towards him-

-A while later-

Warden tries to make Once-ler see that his prison is the funniest and coolest in the world, in a happy, smiling and crazy way as always. Once-ler was a little annoyed by that but tolerated it, taking out a cigarette from his tailcoat. ,putting it in his mouth,Warden taking it away.Warden, grinning from ear to ear, holds the cigar high like a trophy.

Warden: Oh, look what a treasure I've found! A friend who spits smoke. Do you want us to adopt him? We'll call it "fumito". He will be our new pet! -He tickles Once-ler's nose with the cigarette, causing a disgusted grimace in the young man-

Once-ler: Stop it, Warden! Give back my cigarette! Warden: But it's much more fun this way! Imagine, Fumito and I playing hide and seek in the cells… It will be a good game!

Once-ler was not going to play along, chasing Warden all over the prison, no, he was smarter than that.

Once-ler: You know, Warden? You are a genius. He pauses dramatically. A childish genius who doesn't know how to behave. I have mocks. Why don't you go play with your toys? Warden: Offended Hey! I'm not a child! Once-ler: Mocking laughter Of course not. You are an adult who acts like a five year old. Warden with a malicious smile, approaches the Once-ler. Warden: You know what, Once-ler? You're right. "I'm a big boy." -He pauses, getting even closer-But you… you're worse." You're a bitter old man who doesn't know how to have fun. Once-ler, surprised by the change in tone, remains silent. Once-ler:Think carefully, Warden. If you play with me, you could lose. Warden, surprised by the Once-ler's change in attitude, takes a step back. The Once-ler's gaze is so intense that it makes him feel uncomfortable. He realizes that he has underestimated the Once-ler a little. Warden:-With a nervous smile-Oh, yes? And what will you do? Are you going to tell me a bad joke? pff Once-ler: -With a low and threatening voice-Do not underestimate my ability to do harm, Warden. I am more than you think

Warden: -Trying to change the subject and sound nonchalant-And you, Once-ler? What do you like to do in your free time, besides scare me with your death glares? Once-ler smiles slightly, amused at Warden's attempt to lighten the mood. Once-ler: Well, I once enjoyed the good life. Luxury, parties, women… things like that. But now, here… I entertain myself thinking of ways to escape. Warden stops dead, his smile disappearing completely. The mention of the escape makes him nervous. Warden: -Changing tone, more serious-Those are dangerous ideas, Once-ler. You don't want to play with fire. Once-ler:-shrugs.-We all play with fire, Warden. Some just hide it better. Despite the underlying tension, both continue their walk through Superjail. Warden, although nervous, tries to maintain an appearance of authority, showing Once-ler the different sectors of the prison. Once-ler, for his part, observes everything, looking for possible weak points and escape opportunities. Warden: -In a softer voice-Listen, Once-ler. I know you are looking for a way out, but I warn you that you will not find anything. This prison is impenetrable. Once-ler: -laughs-.impenetrable, huh? Well then, why don't you show me every corner of this wonderful fortress? Maybe I'll find something I've missed.

Warden: -He hesitates for a moment, but then nods -Okay. I'll show you everything you want. But if you try something, you'll regret it. Once-ler nods with a smile, following Warden through the corridors of the prison. The warden shows him every corner, from the darkest cells, to strange corners. Once-ler observes everything carefully, looking for any detail he can. help him escape. Once-ler:-Thinking to himself-It's too easy. Do you really think I'm going to trust myself so much? It must have some strange trap… Warden, noticing the Once-ler's confused look, stops and stares at him. Warden: What's wrong, Once-ler? Don't you like the tour? -looking at him- Once-ler:-With a mocking smile-That's very kind of you, Warden. But tell me, don't you think you're being too kind? Shouldn't you be worried that he'll try to escape? Warden:-shrugs-Look, Once-ler, I know you're a smart guy, with a big brain in that pretty little head. But this prison is impenetrable. No matter what you try, you won't be able to get out. Once-ler:-Laughing-Impenetrable, huh? Well, never say never, Warden… Warden stares at Once-ler, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He begins to suspect that the Once-ler is playing a game with him and he doesn't like that. They didn't warn him, that's cheating.

-A while later-

Once-ler, with a mocking smile, tries to get rid of Warden, who follows him like a shadow and sticks like gum. Once-ler: Warden, please give me some space. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. Warden: -with a raised eyebrow, he gets even closer-Claustrophobic, huh? Well, you should have thought about that before committing your crimes, Mr. Once-ler. Once-ler:-Rolling his eyes-Look, Warden, I just want to make something clear: I only like women. So don't get your hopes up, stay away from me, gum. Warden, visibly upset, crosses his arms. Warden: That has nothing to do with this, Once-ler. Gum? Pff, I'm just doing my job. And don't worry, I have no interest in you. I just like Alice. Once-ler:-With a sarcastic smile-Ah, yes, Alice? Showing us a scene of Once-ler watching Alice break a guy's arm with ease. Once-ler:How romantic-laughing sarcastically- Warden:-blushes slightly-Yes, she is very special to me, she is so delicate. Once-ler: -With a mocking smile-Alice, huh? The Alice who broke that guy's arm in the lunchroom fight, Yes, very "delicate." Warden: -blushes, clears his throat-Well, she knows how to defend herself. Besides, it was self-defense.

Once-ler: -with a raised eyebrow-Self-defense, pff, Sure… Warden:-With a mocking smile-Don't be jealous, Once-ler. You will have all the time in the world to play with me here, this is forever… Once-ler frowns, confused by Warden's comment. Was he implying something else? He tries to ignore it, but the idea that the Guardian might have any kind of interest in him baffles him. They continued on their way to the guardian's office. Once-ler sits in a chair in front of Warden's desk, looking around the office. Warden settles into his seat, waiting for the Once-ler to start the conversation. Warden: Well, Once-ler… right! I never asked, what do you think of my office? Once-ler: -With a wry smile-let's say it's…unique, mmm…nice ceiling-looking up- Warden:-Laughing-I know, I know. Some find it too much, but I like it, it's fun. There is a moment of awkward silence as they both stare at each other. Once-ler takes the opportunity to change the subject. Once-ler: Tell me, warden, why did you bring me here? Do you have something important to tell me? Warden: -Thoughtful-Actually, yes. I want to make you a proposal. Once-ler: - Walking away a little, confused - A proposal? What is it about? Warden: You see, I've been thinking a lot about your situation. And I think there might be a way to make things a little easier for you here-smiling evilly and looking at him- Once-ler: - is skeptical - What kind of proposal could it be? A trap? An opportunity? Warden, in a dramatic and serious tone, approaches the Once-ler.

Warden:Once-ler, this is our chance. We need to be… friends… Once-ler stares at him, with an expression of disbelief. Really? After all this drama, Warden's proposal was to be friends? Once-ler:-With an incredulous smile-Friends? Is that all? Warden:-Smiling-Well, what else could it be? We need to trust each other. Also, I don't have many friends… apparently they don't like me very much - laughing nervously - Once-ler thinks for a moment. Warden, despite his strange eccentricities, does not seem to be a real threat. Maybe having an ally inside the prison is not such a bad idea and more so one like Warden, the literal warden. Once-ler:-Nodding-Okay. Let's be friends. Warden lights up upon hearing the Once-ler's response, smiling and totally flattered. Warden: Great! I knew we could reach an agreement. We're friends! And so, somewhat anticlimactically, Once-ler and Warden become "friends." Although Once-ler remains incredulous, he cannot deny that the idea of ​​having an ally inside the prison does not displease him at all, it will be of help perhaps.

To be continued…

Cap 5:Capítulo cualquiera.

Era ya otro día,un día “normal” en Superjail,siendo dirigida por el tipo loco y extraño que es Warden.Esté estaba en su oficina,reclamando unas cosas a Jared,como de costumbre.

Warden:Jared,Jared…era una simple tarea!-ceño fruncido y moviendo sus manos rápidamente-

Jared:Lo siento señor,pero…es difícil controlarlos,la última vez incendiaron una celda completa y empezaron a asesinar sin control-viendo su tablilla y luciendo nervioso-

Warden:Dime algo que no suceda todo el tiempo,además,me tengo que encargar de todo siempre?-moviéndose un poco y aún enojado-aparte…Once-ler está viendo todo ese desastre,me pregunto qué pensará?

Sentándose en su escritorio y sonando pensativo.Realmente la opinión de Once-ler se volvió tan realmente importante,tal vez es el hecho de que al menos hasta ahora no lo han traicionado,sí,hubo una riña entre ellos pero al menos “no es tan grave” como otras veces y hubo una reconciliación.

Warden:Pff,seguramente no le importa…suena como un hombre completamente comprensible,pero…pero eso no quita que tengas que hacer tu trabajo Jared!para eso te pago-alterado y cruzado de brazos-

Jared:Pero señor…

Warden:Seguramente al doctor le agradaría un nuevo sujeto de pruebas,eh?-sonrisa maliciosa-

Jared:Ya voy a hacerlo señor!-yéndose rápidamente por la puerta-

El guardián se arregló el traje,apretando un botón en su escritorio,haciendo que caiga frente a la puerta de la celda de Once-ler.Esté en cuanto llegó abrió la puerta sorpresivamente.

Warden:Oh,Once-ler!-sonando feliz y sonriente-

Once-ler:¡Aaa!Warden!-asustado- podrías dejar de hacer eso…podría estar desnudo o algo,no abras la puerta así de la nada…

Warden:Uh,bueno…no exageres,¿por qué lo estarías?-en serio lo pregunto-

Once-ler:No tengo porque explicarte,solo digo que es privacidad,hombre!hay que respetar eso,ok?-tratando de sonar tranquilo-

Warden:Ok,ok…tranquilo-sacando su bastón de su sombrero,como un mago-Te has estado adaptando bien?

Esté viendo la celda y paseando,curioseando lo que había,aunque es difícil que hubiera muchas cosas puesto que Once-ler ha estado encerrado ahí.

Once-ler:Ugg,eso…no tanto,las cosas son difíciles aquí y un poco salvajes-acomodándose el cabello-en especial…ajam,cuando se trata de conversar con ellos…

Warden:Oh,eso?sí,puede ser difícil convivir con ellos…son un tanto rudos,más cuando entra alguien nuevo,es como si les dieras un nuevo juguete o algo así-concentrado y viendo todo-

Warden:¡Tranquilo!ellos no te harán nada…no si saben que estás de mi lado~

Once-ler:No creo que esa sea la solución,sabes…esos tipos te odian-poniendo una de sus manos en un hombro del otro-

Warden:¿Qué?ellos no me odian…solo están un poquito enojados con la vida,,no los culpo…supongo que afuera es una completa basura,por eso están aquí,en su hogar…

Once-ler:Eso no es lo que oí…sabes?esos tipos te odian,planean sabotear tu cárcel siempre,te llaman por diota…no creo que eso sea señal de que te quieran…-sonando como si nada-no consideran este lugar como su hogar,no los culpo mucho…

Warden puso cara triste,pero también pensativo.Ciertamente Warden ya sabía de esas cosas,pero se engañaba a sí mismo,tratando de creer que no lo odiaban y que estaban enojados entre sí.

Warden:Uh…pff,solo están jugando,pueden ser un poco salvajes,rudos y a veces completamente irrespetuosos,pero es eso!lo que hace que me motivé para seguir con esto!estoy haciendo un gran trabajo-totalmente sonriente y motivado-

Once-ler lo miró incrédulo,el tipo literalmente estaba ignorando el hecho de que le dicen idiota,incluso lo hacen en su cara y simplemente esté lo ignora,o no le da importancia.Once-ler simplemente no lo podía creer,pero se estaba acostumbrado a ese tipo de cosas,viniendo de Warden.

Once-ler:Eso creo,qué vamos hacer?

Warden:Vamos?…oh,sí…claro!el desayuno nos está esperando,también un día lleno de cosas divertidas!-golpeando con el dedo el pecho del otro-

Once-ler:Es-eso creo-deteniendo el dedo del otro-espero que el desayuno sea decente…

Warden:Sí,a veces se mueve,jajaja-sonrisita-

Once-ler:Jejeje…en serio?…

Warden:-se encoge de hombros y saliendo por la puerta-

Once-ler:Warden…WARDEN!Dios,ven acá-yendo hacía él-

-Rato después-

Warden intenta hacerle ver a Once-ler que su prisión es la más divertida y genial del mundo,de una manera feliz,sonriente y loca como siempre.Once-ler estaba un poco fastidiado de eso pero lo toleraba,sacando de su frac un cigarro,poniéndolo en su boca,Warden quitandoselo.Warden, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja, sostiene el cigarro en alto como un trofeo.

Warden: ¡Oh, mira qué tesoro he encontrado! Un amigo que escupe humo. ¿Quieres que lo adoptemos? Lo llamaremos "Fumito". ¡Será nuestra nueva mascota!-Hace cosquillas en la nariz de Once-ler con el cigarro, provocando una mueca de disgusto en el joven-

Once-ler: ¡Basta, Warden! ¡Devuelve mi cigarro!

Warden: ¡Pero si es mucho más divertido así! Imagínate, Fumito y yo jugando a la escondida en las celdas… ¡Será un buen juego!

Once-ler no le iba a seguir el juego,persiguiendo por toda la cárcel a Warden,no,era más inteligente que eso.

Once-ler: ¿Sabes, Warden? Eres un genio. Hace una pausa dramática. Un genio infantil que no sabe comportarse. Se burla. ¿Por qué no vas a jugar con tus juguetes?

Warden: Ofendido ¡Oye! ¡Yo no soy ningún niño!

Once-ler: Risas burlonas Claro que no. Eres un adulto que actúa como uno de cinco años.

Warden, con una sonrisa maliciosa, se acerca a Once-ler.

Warden: ¿Sabes qué, Once-ler? Tienes razón. Soy un niño grande.-Hace una pausa, acercándose aún más-Pero tú… tú eres peor. Eres un viejo amargado que no sabe divertirse.

Once-ler, sorprendido por el cambio de tono, se queda callado.

Once-ler:Piénsalo bien, Warden. Si juegas conmigo, podrías salir perdiendo.

Warden, sorprendido por el cambio de actitud de Once-ler, retrocede un paso.La mirada de Once-ler es tan intensa que lo hace sentir incómodo.Se da cuenta de que ha subestimado a Once-ler un poco

Warden:-Con una sonrisa nerviosa-¿Ah, sí? ¿Y qué harás? ¿Me vas a contar un chiste malo?pff

Once-ler:-Con una voz baja y amenazante-No subestimes mi capacidad para hacer daño, Warden.Soy más de lo que crees

Warden: -Intentando cambiar de tema y sonar despreocupado-¿Y tú, Once-ler? ¿Qué te gusta hacer en tu tiempo libre, además de darme miedo con tus miradas asesinas?

Once-ler sonríe levemente, divertido ante el intento de Warden por aligerar el ambiente.

Once-ler: Bueno, en otro tiempo disfrutaba de la buena vida. Lujos, fiestas, mujeres… cosas así. Pero ahora, aquí… me entretengo pensando en formas de escapar.

Warden se detiene en seco, su sonrisa desapareciendo por completo. La mención de la fuga lo pone nervioso.

Warden:-Cambiando de tono,más serio-Esas son ideas peligrosas,Once-ler.No te conviene jugar con fuego.

Once-ler:-se encoge de hombros.-Todos jugamos con fuego,Warden.Algunos simplemente lo esconden mejor.

A pesar de la tensión subyacente,ambos continúan su paseo por Superjail.Warden, aunque nervioso, intenta mantener una apariencia de autoridad, mostrándole a Once-ler los diferentes sectores de la prisión.Once-ler, por su parte, observa todo,buscando posibles puntos débiles y oportunidades de escape.

Warden:-Con una voz más suave-Escucha,Once-ler.Sé que estás buscando una salida,pero te advierto que no encontrarás nada.Esta prisión es impenetrable.

Once-ler:-se ríe-.impenetrable,¿eh?Pues entonces,¿por qué no me muestras todos los rincones de esta maravillosa fortaleza?Quizás encuentre algo que se me haya escapado.

Warden:-duda por un momento,pero luego asiente con la cabeza-Está bien.Te mostraré todo lo que quieras.Pero si intentas algo,te arrepentirás.

Once-ler asiente con una sonrisa,siguiendo a Warden a través de los pasillos de la prisión.El guardián le muestra cada rincón,desde las celdas más oscuras,hasta rincones raros.Once-ler observa todo con detenimiento,buscando cualquier detalle que pueda ayudarlo a escapar.

Once-ler:-Pensando para sí mismo-Es demasiado fácil.¿De verdad cree que voy a confiarme tanto? Debe tener alguna trampa extraña…

Warden,notando la mirada confundida de Once-ler,se detiene y lo mira fijamente.

Warden:¿Qué pasa, Once-ler?¿No te gusta el tour?-mirándolo-

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa burlona-Es muy amable de tu parte,Warden.Pero dime, ¿no crees que estás siendo demasiado amable?¿No deberías estar preocupado de que intente escapar?

Warden:-se encoge de hombros-Mira,Once-ler,sé que eres un tipo inteligente,con un gran cerebro en esa linda cabecita.Pero esta prisión es impenetrable.No importa lo que intentes,no podrás salir

Once-ler:-Riéndose-Impenetrable,¿eh?Bueno,nunca digas nunca,Warden…

Warden se queda mirando a Once-ler,sintiéndose cada vez más incómodo. Comienza a sospechar que Once-ler está jugando un juego con él y eso no le agrada.no le avisaron,eso es trampa. -Rato después-

Once-ler, con una sonrisa burlona,intenta deshacerse de Warden,quien lo sigue como una sombra y pegado como chicle.

Once-ler:Warden,por favor,dame un poco de espacio.Estoy empezando a sentirme claustrofóbico.

Warden:-con una ceja alzada,se acerca aún más-Claustrofóbico,¿eh?Pues deberías haber pensado en eso antes de cometer sus crímenes,señor Once-ler.

Once-ler:-Rodando los ojos-Mira,Warden,solo quiero que quede claro algo:a mí solo me gustan las mujeres.Así que no te hagas ilusiones,alejate de mí,chicle.

Warden,visiblemente molesto,se cruza de brazos.

Warden:Eso no tiene nada que ver con esto,Once-ler.Chicle?pff,Yo solo estoy haciendo mi trabajo.Y no te preocupes,no tengo ningún interés en ti.A mí solo me gusta Alice.

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa sarcástica-Ah,sí,Alice?

Mostrándonos una escena de Once-ler viendo como Alice le rompe el brazo a un tipo,con facilidad.

Once-ler:Qué romántico-riendo sarcásticamente-

Warden:-se sonroja ligeramente-Sí,ella es muy especial para mí,es tan delicada.

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa burlona-Alice,¿eh? La Alice que le rompió el brazo a aquel tipo en la pelea del comedor,Sí, muy “delicada."

Warden:-sonrojado, se aclara la garganta-Bueno,ella sabe defenderse.Además, fue en defensa propia.

Once-ler:-Agitando una ceja-Defensa propia,pff,Seguro…

Warden:-Con una sonrisa burlona-No te pongas celoso,Once-ler.Tendrás todo el tiempo del mundo para jugar conmigo aquí,esto es eterno…

Once-ler frunce el ceño,confundido por el comentario de Warden.¿Acaso estaba insinuando algo más?Trata de ignorarlo,pero la idea de que Warden pudiera tener algún tipo de interés en él lo desconcierta.

Estos siguieron su camino hasta la oficina del guardián.

Once-ler se sienta en una silla frente al escritorio de Warden,observando la oficina.Warden se acomoda en su asiento,esperando que Once-ler inicie la conversación.

Warden: Bueno,Once-ler…¡cierto!nunca lo pregunte¿qué te parece mi oficina?

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa irónica-digamos que es… único,mmm…lindo techo-mirando arriba-

Warden:-Riéndose-Lo sé, lo sé. A algunos les parece demasiado, pero a mí me gusta,es divertido.

Hay un momento de silencio incómodo mientras ambos se miran fijamente.Once-ler aprovecha la oportunidad para cambiar de tema.

Once-ler: Dime,Warden,¿por qué me trajiste aquí?¿Tienes algo importante que decirme?

Warden:-Pensativo-En realidad,sí.Quiero hacerte una propuesta.

Once-ler:-Alejándose un poco,confundido-¿Una propuesta?¿De qué se trata?

Warden:Verás,he estado pensando mucho en tu situación.Y creo que podría haber una forma de que las cosas sean un poco más fáciles para ti aquí-sonriendo maliciosamente y mirándolo-

Once-ler:-se muestra escéptico-¿Qué clase de propuesta podría ser?¿Una trampa? ¿Una oportunidad?

Warden, con un tono dramático y serio, se acerca a Once-ler.

Warden:Once-ler, esta es nuestra oportunidad.Necesitamos ser… amigos…

Once-ler lo mira fijamente,con una expresión de incredulidad.¿En serio?¿Después de todo este drama, la propuesta de Warden era ser amigos?

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa incrédula-¿Amigos?¿Eso es todo?

Warden:-Sonriendo-Bueno, ¿qué más podría ser? Necesitamos confiar el uno en el otro.Además,no tengo muchos amigos…al parecer no les agrado mucho-riendo nervioso-

Once-ler piensa por un momento.Warden,a pesar de sus extrañas excentricidades, no parece ser una amenaza real.Quizás tener un aliado dentro de la prisión no sea tan mala idea y más uno como Warden,el literal alcaide.

Once-ler:-Asintiendo-Está bien. Seamos amigos.

Warden se ilumina al escuchar la respuesta de Once-ler,sonriendo y totalmente halagado.

Warden: ¡Genial!Sabía que podíamos llegar a un acuerdo¡Somos amigos!

Y así, de manera un tanto anticlimática,Once-ler y Warden se convierten en "amigos".Aunque Once-ler sigue siendo incrédulo,no puede negar que la idea de tener un aliado dentro de la prisión no le desagrada del todo,será de ayuda tal vez.

Continuara…

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Chapter 5:Any chapter.

It was another day, a "normal" day in Superjail, being directed by the crazy and strange guy that is Warden. He was in his office, complaining about some things to Jared, as usual.

Warden: Jared, Jared…it was a simple task! - frowning and moving his hands quickly - Jared: I'm sorry sir, but… it's difficult to control them, the last time they set an entire cell on fire and started murdering without control - looking at his clipboard and looking nervous - Warden: Tell me something that doesn't happen all the time, besides, do I always have to take care of everything? -moving a little and still angry- aside…Once-ler is watching all that mess, I wonder what he thinks?

Sitting at his desk and sounding thoughtful. Really Once-ler's opinion became so really important, maybe it's the fact that at least until now they haven't betrayed him, yes, there was a fight between them but at least “it's not as serious” as other times and there was a reconciliation.

Warden: Pff, he probably doesn't care… he sounds like a completely understandable man, but… but that doesn't mean you not have to do your job Jared! That's what I pay you for - upset and crossing his arms - Jared: But sir… Warden: Surely the doctor would like a new test subject, huh? -mischievous smile- Jared: I'm going to do it sir! -Going quickly out the door-

The guard fixed his suit, pressing a button on his desk, causing it to fall in front of the door of Once-ler's cell. As soon as he arrived, he opened the door surprisingly.

Warden:Oh,Once-ler!-sounding happy and smiling- Once-ler: Aaa! Warden! -scared- could you stop doing that…he could be naked or something, don't open the door like that out of nowhere… Warden: Uh, well…don't exaggerate, why would you be? -I'm seriously asking- Once-ler: I don't have to explain to you, I'm just saying that it's privacy, man! You have to respect that, okay? -trying to sound calm- Warden: Ok, ok…calm-taking his staff out of his hat, like a magician-Have you been adjusting well?

was looking at the cell and walking around, wondering what was there, although it is difficult for there to be many things since the Once-ler has been locked up there.

Once-ler: Ugg, that… not so much, things are difficult here and a little wild - adjusting their hair - especially… aha, when it comes to talking to them… Warden: Oh, that's it, yes, they can be difficult to live with…they are a bit rude, especially when someone new comes in, it's like you gave them a new toy or something like that-concentrated and seeing everything-

Warden: Don't worry! They won't do anything to you…not if they know you're on my side~ Once-ler: I don't think that's the solution, you know…those guys hate you-putting one of his hands on the other's shoulder- Warden: What? They don't hate me… they're just a little angry with life, I don't blame them… I guess it's complete garbage outside, that's why they're here, in their home… Once-ler: That's not what I heard… you know? those guys hate you, they always plan to sabotage your prison, they call you a diota… I don't think that's a sign that they love you… -sounding like it's nothing- they don't consider this place like their home, I don't blame them much…

Warden made a sad face, but also thoughtful. Warden certainly already knew about those things, but he fooled himself, trying to believe that they didn't hate him and that they were angry with each other.

Warden: Uh…pff, they're just playing, they can be a little wild, rude and sometimes completely disrespectful, but that's what makes me motivated to continue with this! I'm doing a great job - totally smiling and motivated-

Once-ler looked at him in disbelief, the guy was literally ignoring the fact that they call him an idiot, they even do it to his face and he just ignores it, or doesn't give it any importance. Once-ler just couldn't believe it, but he was Used to that kind of thing, coming from Warden.

Once-ler: I think so, what are we going to do? Warden: Come on?…oh, yes… of course! breakfast is waiting for us, also a day full of fun things! -tapping the other's chest with his finger- Once-ler: That's-I think so-stopping the other's finger-I hope breakfast is decent… Warden: Yes, sometimes it moves, hahaha-smile- Once-ler: Hehehe…really?… Warden:-shrugs and walking out the door- Once-ler:Warden…WARDEN!God, come here-going towards him- -A while later-

Warden tries to make Once-ler see that his prison is the funniest and coolest in the world, in a happy, smiling and crazy way as always. Once-ler was a little annoyed by that but tolerated it, taking out a cigarette from his tailcoat. ,putting it in his mouth,Warden taking it away.Warden, grinning from ear to ear, holds the cigar high like a trophy.

Warden: Oh, look what a treasure I've found! A friend who spits smoke. Do you want us to adopt him? We'll call it "fumito". He will be our new pet! -He tickles Once-ler's nose with the cigarette, causing a disgusted grimace in the young man-

Once-ler: Stop it, Warden! Give back my cigarette! Warden: But it's much more fun this way! Imagine, Fumito and I playing hide and seek in the cells… It will be a good game!

Once-ler was not going to play along, chasing Warden all over the prison, no, he was smarter than that.

Once-ler: You know, Warden? You are a genius. He pauses dramatically. A childish genius who doesn't know how to behave. I have mocks. Why don't you go play with your toys? Warden: Offended Hey! I'm not a child! Once-ler: Mocking laughter Of course not. You are an adult who acts like a five year old. Warden with a malicious smile, approaches the Once-ler. Warden: You know what, Once-ler? You're right. "I'm a big boy." -He pauses, getting even closer-But you… you're worse." You're a bitter old man who doesn't know how to have fun. Once-ler, surprised by the change in tone, remains silent. Once-ler:Think carefully, Warden. If you play with me, you could lose. Warden, surprised by the Once-ler's change in attitude, takes a step back. The Once-ler's gaze is so intense that it makes him feel uncomfortable. He realizes that he has underestimated the Once-ler a little. Warden:-With a nervous smile-Oh, yes? And what will you do? Are you going to tell me a bad joke? pff Once-ler: -With a low and threatening voice-Do not underestimate my ability to do harm, Warden. I am more than you think

Warden: -Trying to change the subject and sound nonchalant-And you, Once-ler? What do you like to do in your free time, besides scare me with your death glares? Once-ler smiles slightly, amused at Warden's attempt to lighten the mood. Once-ler: Well, I once enjoyed the good life. Luxury, parties, women… things like that. But now, here… I entertain myself thinking of ways to escape. Warden stops dead, his smile disappearing completely. The mention of the escape makes him nervous. Warden: -Changing tone, more serious-Those are dangerous ideas, Once-ler. You don't want to play with fire. Once-ler:-shrugs.-We all play with fire, Warden. Some just hide it better. Despite the underlying tension, both continue their walk through Superjail. Warden, although nervous, tries to maintain an appearance of authority, showing Once-ler the different sectors of the prison. Once-ler, for his part, observes everything, looking for possible weak points and escape opportunities. Warden: -In a softer voice-Listen, Once-ler. I know you are looking for a way out, but I warn you that you will not find anything. This prison is impenetrable. Once-ler: -laughs-.impenetrable, huh? Well then, why don't you show me every corner of this wonderful fortress? Maybe I'll find something I've missed.

Warden: -He hesitates for a moment, but then nods -Okay. I'll show you everything you want. But if you try something, you'll regret it. Once-ler nods with a smile, following Warden through the corridors of the prison. The warden shows him every corner, from the darkest cells, to strange corners. Once-ler observes everything carefully, looking for any detail he can. help him escape. Once-ler:-Thinking to himself-It's too easy. Do you really think I'm going to trust myself so much? It must have some strange trap… Warden, noticing the Once-ler's confused look, stops and stares at him. Warden: What's wrong, Once-ler? Don't you like the tour? -looking at him- Once-ler:-With a mocking smile-That's very kind of you, Warden. But tell me, don't you think you're being too kind? Shouldn't you be worried that he'll try to escape? Warden:-shrugs-Look, Once-ler, I know you're a smart guy, with a big brain in that pretty little head. But this prison is impenetrable. No matter what you try, you won't be able to get out. Once-ler:-Laughing-Impenetrable, huh? Well, never say never, Warden… Warden stares at Once-ler, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He begins to suspect that the Once-ler is playing a game with him and he doesn't like that. They didn't warn him, that's cheating.

-A while later-

Once-ler, with a mocking smile, tries to get rid of Warden, who follows him like a shadow and sticks like gum. Once-ler: Warden, please give me some space. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. Warden: -with a raised eyebrow, he gets even closer-Claustrophobic, huh? Well, you should have thought about that before committing your crimes, Mr. Once-ler. Once-ler:-Rolling his eyes-Look, Warden, I just want to make something clear: I only like women. So don't get your hopes up, stay away from me, gum. Warden, visibly upset, crosses his arms. Warden: That has nothing to do with this, Once-ler. Gum? Pff, I'm just doing my job. And don't worry, I have no interest in you. I just like Alice. Once-ler:-With a sarcastic smile-Ah, yes, Alice? Showing us a scene of Once-ler watching Alice break a guy's arm with ease. Once-ler:How romantic-laughing sarcastically- Warden:-blushes slightly-Yes, she is very special to me, she is so delicate. Once-ler: -With a mocking smile-Alice, huh? The Alice who broke that guy's arm in the lunchroom fight, Yes, very "delicate." Warden: -blushes, clears his throat-Well, she knows how to defend herself. Besides, it was self-defense.

Once-ler: -with a raised eyebrow-Self-defense, pff, Sure… Warden:-With a mocking smile-Don't be jealous, Once-ler. You will have all the time in the world to play with me here, this is forever… Once-ler frowns, confused by Warden's comment. Was he implying something else? He tries to ignore it, but the idea that the Guardian might have any kind of interest in him baffles him. They continued on their way to the guardian's office. Once-ler sits in a chair in front of Warden's desk, looking around the office. Warden settles into his seat, waiting for the Once-ler to start the conversation. Warden: Well, Once-ler… right! I never asked, what do you think of my office? Once-ler: -With a wry smile-let's say it's…unique, mmm…nice ceiling-looking up- Warden:-Laughing-I know, I know. Some find it too much, but I like it, it's fun. There is a moment of awkward silence as they both stare at each other. Once-ler takes the opportunity to change the subject. Once-ler: Tell me, warden, why did you bring me here? Do you have something important to tell me? Warden: -Thoughtful-Actually, yes. I want to make you a proposal. Once-ler: - Walking away a little, confused - A proposal? What is it about? Warden: You see, I've been thinking a lot about your situation. And I think there might be a way to make things a little easier for you here-smiling evilly and looking at him- Once-ler: - is skeptical - What kind of proposal could it be? A trap? An opportunity? Warden, in a dramatic and serious tone, approaches the Once-ler.

Warden:Once-ler, this is our chance. We need to be… friends… Once-ler stares at him, with an expression of disbelief. Really? After all this drama, Warden's proposal was to be friends? Once-ler:-With an incredulous smile-Friends? Is that all? Warden:-Smiling-Well, what else could it be? We need to trust each other. Also, I don't have many friends… apparently they don't like me very much - laughing nervously - Once-ler thinks for a moment. Warden, despite his strange eccentricities, does not seem to be a real threat. Maybe having an ally inside the prison is not such a bad idea and more so one like Warden, the literal warden. Once-ler:-Nodding-Okay. Let's be friends. Warden lights up upon hearing the Once-ler's response, smiling and totally flattered. Warden: Great! I knew we could reach an agreement. We're friends! And so, somewhat anticlimactically, Once-ler and Warden become "friends." Although Once-ler remains incredulous, he cannot deny that the idea of ​​having an ally inside the prison does not displease him at all, it will be of help perhaps.

To be continued…

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Nuevo capítulo,próximamente…

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One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 5)

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I couldn’t figure out how to end this chapter. I also didn’t have a lot of free time, due to having a project in my digital media class. But hey, look! It’s here! I also did that city because I remembered that video of the hot air balloons that CQ did, right here. This is also the longest chapter I’ve ever done, ahead of chapter 4 by 30 words. But without any delay, lets get to it!

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

Fresh looked to the side, reading the sign that said, “Welcome to New Mexico.” Even if he was only a skeleton, he felt butterflies where his stomach should be. During the ride, he just felt empty, like he was before he... Fresh shook his head. Nope. Not going to think that right now.

Looking at the road, Fresh reached Alaina with one hand, shaking her. Alaina groaned, before mumbling, “Are we there yet?”

Fresh chuckled, saying, “Not yet. Mah house is in Albuquerque.  I just wanted some company right now.”

Alaina smiled. “You got butterflies in your stomach or something?”

Fresh chuckled. “Jokes on ya, I have no stomach.” He then lifted his shirt, revealing his spine, no stomach to be found. He then started blushing, before letting go of his shirt, putting his hands on the wheel, silent.

After taking a huge breath, he said, “What would they think of me, when they see me?”

Alaina chuckled, saying, “Well, I bet your mother would be so happy that your home. She would also see how much of a gentleman you are. I bet Error would be surprised at how much you can feel now.” She sighed, saying, “And I bet Geno would feel accomplished, because he never gave up on you.”

“You don’t know that.” Fresh mumbled.

“I don’t. But it’s better to think of the best, instead of the worse.”

Fresh smiled. She was right. He shouldn’t feel so depressed. He was going to see his family, and he had nothing to worry about. He was just going to meet his family. It’s not like they were going to kill him or anything. Error on the other hand…

Fresh shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to go there. Ugh, he needed to sleep a bit. “Hey Alaina, can you drive for a while? I’m starting to feel tired.”

“Sure Fresh. I’ll wake you when we get to your hometown.”

So, after switching seats, Fresh laid back, wanting to rest for what will happen.

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“Fresh, wake up. We’re here.” Fresh opened his eye sockets, wincing at the bright light of the sun. He lifted his seat, so he could sit upright, yawning as he did so. Looking out, he saw that they just passed the toll booth and were on the edge of town.

“Hey, let me drive. It’s mah turn.”

After switching, Fresh drove, until he stopped in front of a house.

“Is this your house?” Alaina asked.

“Nah, “Fresh replied. “This is my Uncles’. Hopefully, he didn’t move or anything.”

Turning off the ignition, Fresh got out of the car, before heading to the door, Alaina following him. Once at the door, he knocked it, doing the ‘shave and a haircut’ one. In the house, he heard a muffled “Coming!” before the door opened.

“Hey Error, your pre-“ Asy said, before stopping, seeing Fresh. For a while, neither of them moved nor spoke, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Their staring contest broke when Asy shook his head, pinching in between his eye sockets, whispering “Please don’t let this be a hallucination." Then, Asy reached out, knocking against his skull.

“Knock knock”

Fresh, confused, said, “Who’s there?”

“Noog”

“Noog who?”

Then, Asy grabbed Fresh’s arm, pulling him close, before yelling, “NOOGIE!” Right away, he started rubbing his fist on top of Fresh’s head. Fresh gave a yell, shouting, “Uncle Asy, no! Don’t noogie me!”

Asy laughed, saying, “Nope! This is your punishment for suddenly disappearing for 13 years with no contact!” He then looked up, seeing Alaina, who was laughing at them. “And who is this lovely lady?”

Seeing him distracted, Fresh pulled out of Asy’s arms. Breathing heavily, he replied, “This lady, Uncle Asy, is mah fiancée.”

“Ooh, how fancy,” Asy said, “Well, don’t want a pretty lady like you to keep standing. Come in, come in. I’ll get something for you to drink.”

While following Asy to the living room, Alaina turned to Fresh, whispering, “Is he always like this?”

Fresh shook his head, saying, “Only when he’s in a good mood,”

Alaina giggled, saying, “Does he hurt himself when he’s in a good mood? I’ve seen all those bandages and scars and- Fresh?” Alaina looked back to Fresh, who stopped, looking down. “Fresh, what’s wrong?”

Fresh looked at Alaina, a serious look on his face, before saying, “He doesn’t hurt himself when he’s in a good mood. He only does it when he’s in a terrible mood. Promise me, Alaina, that you wouldn’t ask him about his scars.”

Alaina nodded, before sitting down on the couch. Asy then went into the room, a cup of water in each hand, while another is floating next to his head.

“Here you are, “Asy said. After saying thank you, Alaina took a cup, before started drinking.

After Fresh took a sip of his own cup, he asked, “Hey, Uncle Asy? I heard ya saying somethin’ ‘bout Error at the door?”

Sitting down, Asy replied, “Yeah. Since you left, Error has been going fishing with me. It’s very relaxing. It’s almost time to go to fishing, anyway.”

As if saying his name will summon him, a doorbell rang, before they heard, “Come on Uncle Asy! We better go, if we want to even get a bite!”

Quickly, Asy pushed Fresh and Alaina into his bedroom. Before closing the door, Asy said, “Stay in here until we both leave. Then, you can watch T.V. until I come back. I usually drop him off at his house, so don’t worry.”

Closing the door, Asy walked into the living room, grabbing the fishing box while doing so. Opening the door, he stopped Error's hand from knocking on him instead.

“Are ready to go fishing?” Asy asked.

Error smiled, saying, “Yup! Let’s go!” before running to the car. Chuckling, Asy followed.

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“He’s not coming back, is he?”

Asy jolted awake, almost dropping his fishing pole. “Huh? What was that, Error?”

Error reeled in his line, before throwing in the pond again. “Fresh. He’s never coming back, is he?”

Asy just smiled, saying, “He’ll come back before you know it.” He didn’t like lying, but he wanted Fresh coming back to be a surprise.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Error yelled, throwing the entire pole into the pond. He then fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. Asy bended down, rubbing Error’s back.

“It’s all my fault.” Error whimpered out.

“No it’s not, it’s not anyone’s fault, “ Asy told Error.

“Yes it is,” Error said. “If I didn’t make him promise, none of this would ever happen. Now he’s probably in an alley, starving to death, too weak to call for anyone.”

Asy then bended down farther, and then hugged Error. “You know that he’s smart. He’s probably at a very fancy job, making lots of money. Besides, you would never know what would’ve happened if he doesn’t. Geno could’ve died by his sickness, maybe not. You never know what can or can’t happen if you somehow change what your actions are.”

After thinking a bit, he asked, “Remember that movie I made you watch when you were kids, ‘Back to the Future’?” Error nodded. “Well, it’s exactly that. With him going back to 1955, Marty’s own mother loved him more than his father, and he needed to do that plan with his father to get her to love her future husband instead. But, then Biff came, and almost ruined the entire plan. They never thought to bring Biff in the picture. Time is a hard and complicated thing. But we have to go through it, just like ever hard thing in life.”

After a couple minutes of silence (besides Error crying), they pulled away, Error wiping a tear from his eye socket. “Thanks Uncle Asy. I needed that.”

“Not a problem Error. Now, “ Asy looked into the pond, “Now, Let’s go get that fishing pole.”

"Okay." Error said. Then, something popped in his head. "Hey, whose car was that in front of your house?"

Asy was half-way to pulling his shirt off when Error asked. "Wha- What do you mean?"

"Yeah, there was a car in front of your house. Who's was it?"

Nervously, Asy replied, "Oh! That! Um, I think it was one of the neighbor’s friends or something. Don't worry; I'll file a complaint later." He chuckled.

Error has a feeling like his Uncle was lying, but couldn’t put his finger on why he was lying. Faking a chuckle, he replied, “Alright. And while you do that, I’ll go get our fishing pole.”

Uncle Asy, what are you hiding?

WLC 5.E: She Tangle with My Sheriff 'til I Pork

Jevoi leans on the railing, looking out on the endless sea of stars. As much as she needs that tome, her mind keeps wandering off. That demon has crawled into her mind like a weevil. Yesterday keeps playing in her mind.

"You're trickier than I thought," says Tanglepork, her gun pressed to Jevoi's back. "Hiring staff to humiliate me, didn't see that coming."

G: Ya're welcome.

"You can clearly see, I-"

"Shut up," growls the sheriff, jabbing her hostage with the gun's barrel, "Where is it?"

"With a horny sea hag," says Jevoi, "That coven's probably used it all already."

"Stop ly~ing~," sings Tanglepork, "If you don't have it, you know what ha~ppens~."

"Diablo mio," a voice rings out; it belongs to Angustias, who is slithering down the dock. "What are you doing?"

"Arresting a criminal," says the sheriff, flashing her badge, "Stay~ back~, de~mon~."

Angustias glares at the gnome. If she's going to do anything, she has to take initiative. She subtly coils her body. As fast as she can, Angustias conjures her six swords and leaps toward the gnome, swinging wildly. One sword cleaves off the gnome's gun' barrel. Another, the hand holding it. One slices open the back. Another, the belly. One stabs a knee from behind. The last, up the butt.

A: A rather unsatisfying fight, I'll admit. After that- J: She died on the spot. L: Is that so? D: That's how the mean sheriff died?

Tanglepork's screams are trapped in the unseen bubble surrounding the trio. For all Jevoi's dismissiveness and daughterly angst, she has learned some of her mother's spells. The sheriff uses her remaining hand to try to hold her organs in as she collapses to the floor.

"A lizard who's a wizard?" Angustias less asks and more blurts in confusion.

"No," says Jevoi over Tanglepork's softening sobbing, "I'm ...an eldritch... trickster?"

"Still sounds like a nerd," says Angustias, reaching down into Tanglepork and pulls an organ up, still attached to a tangling mess of the sheriff's "pork", so to speak. "Let's play a game, the first of you two that identifies each organ gets a point."

"Kidney," says Jevoi.

"Correct," says Angustias, crushing it.

"That's not fair," whimpers Tanglepork.

Angustias drops the kidney and pulls up another. "Liver," Tanglepork tries to yell.

"Yes." Angustias sets it back in. As she does, she notices Tanglepork attempting to wiggle something out of her vest pocket. The demon stabs another sword into the gnome, this time, in her shoulder. "I know your kind's tricks." Angustias tries to pull something else out of the gnome, but it's small and buried. "What's this little thing?"

"An ovary?" asks Jevoi, glancing around nervously. "You should stop before we get caught. Just kill her already."

POP-SQUISH

"Just one more," says Angustias, eyeing Jevoi with a mad fire in her eyes. "I'm finally getting why so many demons are into this." She pulls another organ up. "Besides, the gnome can't die from this."

"Please, don't crush my bladder," cries Tanglepork. She clinches her eyes and focuses on her magic. "Optica-"

Angustias punches Tanglepork in the jaw, the force cleaving the gnome's tongue off and shattering her teeth. "No spells!" She shoves the bladder back in.

Tanglepork attempts to speak, but the message is lost in the spray of blood.

Jevoi takes a step back. "I think your game's over, An-Angustias."

"Fine, it's a draw," whines Angustias, "Adios, p**a." She shoves the gnome's severed hand and gun into the open wound and flings her off the side of the ship.

Tanglepork slams into the magic sphere protecting the ship, her cracking against it, and slides down the side, leaving a bloody smear behind her.

Jevoi looks over the railing. "You really think she'll survive that?"

"Yeah," she says, "Gnome's can only die of boredom."

"That's not true," says Jevoi, turning toward Angustias, "That just how they die of age. They're still mortal. If you cut them, they still bleed."

"Oh," says the demon, now licking Tanglepork's fluids off the deck, "Eh."

Jevoi gawks at wild messy display and licks her own eyes.

A: Yes, she died immediately and we disposed of the body. J: Then we went back to Angustias' cabin. L: Yeah, here we go. J: Don't be weird, Mum. We just talked about- L: Then why ya telling me this? D: Did you ever get your book? J: Yes, after the cruise, we- L: One hook at a time. Next yarn: why I killed that old wolf. J: I suppose, you could entertain us over desert. Here comes the cake. D: Oooooooooooooooooooooo! Cake.

WLC 5.D: Too Cool for Pool

The pool of the ship is a happening place. The fake sun hanging like a disco ball shines loving warm rays all around. There are couples and crowds swimming, relaxing, and playing pool volleyball with a demilich sealed in a magic bubble. (She's loving it.)

Stretched out prone and naked in a beach chair is Luminița. The lycan drifts in and out of consciousness to the waves of the crowds' mirthful sounds. This bliss is interrupted by a shadow cast upon her.

"Take it," says Jevoi, dropping the bag by the side of Luminița's chair, "Where's my tome hidden?"

"What's your rush?" asks the lycan, her eyes refusing to open, "We'll do this after the cruise."

"Or we can do it now, while we're far from everyone."

"Nope, mourning," says Luminița, flipping onto her back, "My bunica was just sent to Hell."

"That's not my fault," says Jevoi, "And she was trying to kill us."

"Trying to kill you," says Luminița, eyes firmly shut, "Besides, you just want me to have the sheriff on my tail for the rest of the trip."

"No, I don't," says Jevoi, kneeling down closer to Luminița, "She has no reason to think you have it, she'll keep chasing me."

"Oi, Ling," yells a withered voice from the pool, startling Jevoi back up, "Fancy seein' you's 'ere."

Jevoi turns toward the disruptor: a decrepit old sea hag with wet leathery skin and in a tiny black bikini. "You're mistaken, miss, but you're not the first."

L: Salica, maybe? J: How am I supposed to know? L: She'd have been like forty; that's not old. J: She didn't look forty; she looked eighty.

"Really?" The hag crawls out of the pool, her seaweed hair dragging limply. "You look just like 'er." She slithers along the ground, limbs desperately trying to lift her water-logged body; her long claws scrapping as her hands search for footing. "You sound just like 'er." Her neck cracks as she twists her head to better look at the gex. Her smile is marred with broken teeth. "You smell just like 'er."

"Not willingly, I assure you." Jevoi steps back, scratching he wig. She looks about and spots, out into the pool, the volleyball game which has seemingly paused. "I think your coven's waiting for you. Shouldn't keep them waiting."

The hag jerks her head around to look, then she swings back. "They'll be- huh?" Jevoi is already gone.

WLC 5.C: Doom Service

As the sheriff and the naked gex stare down, Gank slips into the floor and rises outside. She knocks loudly on the door. "Ma'am, are you okay?" she yells, "You're using an excessive amount of water." The words flow with an odd twang, an errant emphasis, splashing their river.

Tanglepork and Jevoi keep eyes locked. The sheriff then motions with her eyes for Jevoi to answer and fades from sight, her gun still trained on the gex.

D: She could do that?

J: Gnomes are tricky, like short, chaotic elves.

L: They sure are.

J: Mind out of the gutter, Mum.

Jevoi slips back to the shower and quickly turns it off, then loudly rushes to the door. She opens it just a crack and leans to look through. "Sorry," she says to the tentacled cabin boy that she's surprised to see, "I didn't mean to offend, but it's been so long for me. It's so nice and warm."

"Not a problem, Ma'am," says the disguised Gank, "But we do have a sauna and a pool, if that is to your liking."

"I might- might look into that," says Jevoi, "Good-bye."

"By the way," says Gank the cabin boy, preventing the door from closing, "Captain found a bag last night. Might it be yours?"

Jevoi groans slightly in confusion and looks back at the mess Tanglepork made.

"Black leather, likely bigger on the inside?" asks cabin-Gank, "Would you have been on the deck last night?"

"That might be mine..." answers Jevoi slowly, "I'll-"

"It's been placed in the storage vault," interrupts cabin-Gank, "Feel free to retrieve it when it would suit you. Just ask the clerk on staff to assist you." The cabin boy bows and and exits stage left, fading into the floor to return to Jevoi.

"Well, isn't that nice of them, " says the invisible gnome, "You stay here; I'll get that for you."

L: Good thinking, Gank.

G: Thank ya, thank ya. I try my best to keep my house alive.

Gank watches the less-invisible-then-she-thinks gnome leave. When the door closes, she thinks, 'No trick, she actually bought it.'

Jevoi returns to the shower to get dressed. Still under her piled clothes is the bag. And still in the bag are bottles. And still in those bottles is dust. "I need to get this to Loom," she says to no one really, "Then the sheriff is her problem."

WLC 5.B: Slippery When Wet

Jevoi awakens slowly. Her body greatly resists separation from the bed, adhering itself to it like honey. With considerable effort, she rises.

The cabin's shower is pleasant and its water warm. As she cleans her scales, Gank keeps watch on the cabin. The ship's distractions may not avail the lawgnome's thievish intent.

There had been no disturbances during the night, or whatever could be considered night in space. Does time even flow here in this outer void?

'She's here,' thinks Gank, 'Keep the water on.'

Jevoi slips silently back into the cabin's other room. Despite the door out still being shut, Jevoi can clearly see the gnome searching her things. Naked, but armed, Jevoi sneaks closer.

Tanglepork suddenly turns around, gun drawn. "Walked right into this, Kiddo," she says, "Where's it at?"

"Where's what?" asks Jevoi.

"Don't be coy~, Jevoi~," sings Tanglepork, "The faeriedust: where is it?"

"You think I'm some addict?" snarls Jevoi, still dripping wet, "Why would I have that?"

"You make it?" Tanglepork's voice carries sarcastic confusion. "I'm the one keeping my overzealous deputies from undoing your mommy."

"Cretin," yells Jevoi, "You have done my mum!"

"Every woman in town has done your mommy," Tanglepork rolls her pretty little eyes, "Regardless, you need to pay your taxes~."

"I'm not bribing you," says Jevoi, "How did you even get in here?"

L: I wish.

A: She doesn't pay taxes?

J: That's not- can we focus here?

"I asked Lurentooz for the key." Tanglepork holds up a purple tendril-esque key; it squirms in her hand. "Even out here, the law is abided."

WLC 5.A: Make Out of Dodge

The two continue to stare into the vast cosmic tapestry above them.

"I'd have thought a mortal would have seen this before," says Angustias.

Jevoi shakes her head. "We don't have stars down under."

"Aren't you from the Sesbia Archipelago?" Angustias tilted her head to the side.

"No, Inner Glow," says Jevoi, "My nana is from Sesbia, but I hatched in a crappy goblin town called Rankedge." She suddenly looks about nervously. "Eh, where are you from?"

"Brutalidad, Sathanica," says Angustias, "It's a city in Hell." She looks down to the stars below. "More like a big fort, honestly. Completely underground too, obviously."

L: Right, at the edge of the eternal war? A: The very same.

"What brought you here?" asks Jevoi, "I'm here from fighting a ghost."

"My cousin-" Angustias tries to say, but is cut off by the sudden intrusion of Luminița, and a spider crab making out, blindly throwing themselves through a nearby door.

L: Tell me more.

"Let's find somewhere else," says Jevoi, annoyed. She opens another door in. "Is this cor-"

Lurentooz has Tanglepork's head lodged into her mouth. The sheriff's body, half-undresses, twitches and kicks. Magic shifts between the duo. Lurnetooz eyes release purple sparks before her pupils break through, staring at the intruder. She attempts to speak, lifting her arm defensively. "Ah kahn ehkslayn."

"Don't bother." Jevoi shuts the door. She turns around, but Angustias has left. Dejected, Jevoi returns to her room to sleep; her knife not far from her hand.

D: You just left her? A: There's more to the story. Hold on.

WLC 5.9: Hey, Demon, It's Jevoi

"G'day," says Jevoi, "Is this- this seat taken?"

The marilith looks at the mortal, but only briefly. She rolls her eyes and continues staring at her food, strange purple meat. "Sure, whatever," she says, "Pretty gutsy walking up to a demon."

D: So what did you talk about? J: Philosophy. L: What kind? J: That's not important.

Jevoi sits down with her drink in hand. "Well, I mean," she struggles to say, "Who says demons have to be bad?"

"The gods?" says the baffled mailith. She stabs the meat; it oozes in response.

"Not really a fan of them anyway," shrugs Jevoi, "Seems like there's a lot of problems they're choosing not to solve."

The marilith looks up, bemused. "And how'd you fix them?"

"My mum always said that we have to keep working to override the people seeking to make everything worse."

"You believe that?" The marilith twirls her fork. "Just try harder?"

"No," says Jevoi, "If there are people dragging us backward, then logically the best thing we can do is get rid of them."

"Get rid of them... how?" asks the marilith. Her gaze intensifying.

"Kill them," says Jevoi blunt, swift, and cold, staring into the marilith's eyes.

A: That look in your eyes that day. I still remember it. L: So ya let her into your cabin then? Eh? Eh? J: Mum, no!

Looking into those eyes, it is as if the whole room has gone silent. The marilith had never had a mortal look at her this way before. She laughs, and says, "Want to walk with me? Name's Angustias, by the way."

"You can call me Jay," says Jevoi, sipping her drink.

"Afraid to tell a demon your name?" asks Angustias, coyly leading Jevoi out the door.

"You're not the first demon I've met," says Jevoi, following coolly.

A: You were trying so hard to be an aloof rogue. J: And you were trying to be seductive. A: I was succeeding.

The duo step out onto the deck and looking out of the bubble surrounding the ship. The stars and galaxies sparkle and shine in the great dark void.

D: Stars? L: Distant lights in the surface world's sky. J: Magnificent beacons of power that fill the cosmos. A: They're really not that special, just plasma.

The pair lean on the railing, neither sure what to say, and so, they linger in silence. A good silence, to be fair.

WLC 5.8: How I Met Your (Other) Mother

"How are we on your list?" ask Luminița, "We fell from-" She looks up to the completely normal ceiling. She sputters in confusion.

Lurentooz smiles, as best as a cluster of tendrils posing can be considered to be. "Let me show you to your rooms."

In spite of being a trans-dimensional vessel, the Love Craft looks very much like an extravagant sea vessel. The fancy wood is clearly of alien origin, but still distinctly wood. The other main material is mysterious; it is as a hard white liquid, but neither earthen nor organic. Most of the vessel's exterior is made of this unnatural substance.

The trio has little chance to protest as they are led to their cabins and advised as to the hot mingling spots.

J: As tired as I was, I was not climbing into a strange bed in a strange world.

Feeling peckish, Jevoi makes her way to the dining hall. A veritable menagerie of beings sit at dozens of white-clothed tables. Merry feasting and conversations fill the room. The banter is incomprehensible to the gex for it largely is in languages she cannot speak.

Alone with her thoughts, a marilith in a sleeveless green dress sits picking at a piece of meat. Jevoi takes care not to stare as she crosses the room to the bar.

The bartender, a floating multieyed spherical creature, greets her with a smile. His ID labels him Yyzax.

"What can I getcha?" he asks, his central eye staying focused on her, while his eye stalks continue to observe the room.

In spite of (or perhaps, because of) her mother, Jevoi struggles to answer the question. "Something ...buggy?" she spits out.

As Yyzax mixes a drink with his eye beams, he says, "Saw you eyeing that lonely lady."

"Yeah?" says Jevoi defensively, "Is there a problem?"

"Nah," says Yyzax, sliding a cockroach cocktail to Jevoi, "Just saying what I'm seeing." His smile says a lot.

Jevoi takes the drink and then takes a drink. Its meat gives her a slight buzzing feeling. She looks at the demon again, a titanic woman. She's going to do it. She's going to talk to her. Just as soon as she can remember how.

WLC 5.7: Free Shipping

Once again, the trio fell into a hole and, once again, they slammed into the ground one on top of the other: Tanglepork, Jevoi, and finally Luminița. The time, though, the floor is a hard wood.

"Get off," says Jevoi, pushing Luminița, "How did you end up on top again?"

"Why did you do that?" asks Luminița, climbing off of the gex, "You were safe. Why try to save me?"

"Don't get weird." Jevoi stands up. "I was only trying to save your hot a**e because you have my tome."

"What."

J: That is not what I said. G: That is exactly what you said.

"My book!" yells Jevoi, panic in her voice, "You have my book. Where is it?"

J: I was not panicking.

"...Back at the house," answers Luminița hesitantly.

"Excuse me," asks an until-now unnoticed woman a meter away, "Are you together?"

The duo finally pause long enough to take in their surroundings. They are in a boarding lounge of a large fancy vessel, polished clean and charmingly decorated. Standing here, in a sailor-esque suit, is a purple-skinned, tentacle-mawed biped holding a clipboard. She patiently awaits a response.

"Are we in Hell?" asks Luminița.

"Help me," mutters Tanglepork.

The woman raises a facial tendril in confusion. "No? What ever gave you that idea? You're aboard the finest interplanar cruise ship in the universe, a dream vessel of romance: the Love Craft. We'll soon be making another run, setting course for adventure." She takes a little bow. "I'm Lurentooz, your cruise director."

"That's... nice," says Jevoi, "How do we get back to Inner Glow?"

"We'll be stopping there in a few days," says Lurentooz, checking her board, "Kun, is it? We've been expecting you." Her eyes flash in realization. "Ling's daughter?"

"Of course..."

WLC 5.6: Baba, You're Going Down!

The skeletal remains whirl through the air. Jevoi covers her head with her arms and tries to keep running straight, Tanglepork attempts to evade by zigzaging, and Luminița attempts to swat the flying bones out of the air.

Gank emerges from the ground and slides back into Jevoi. 'Turn around,' she thinks, 'We have to keep her in place.'

'What are we doing?' asks Jevoi, skittering to a stop, 'What's the rest of the plan?'

'Run at her,' thinks Gank, 'Don't stop.'

With a frustrated groan, Jevoi abouts-face. 'Better be a good plan.'

Tanglepork runs past her without a word, but a look that says, 'You're gonna do something stupid, ain't ya?'

'We're sending Grammy back to Hell,' thinks Gank, bringing a subdue soulsight back into Jevoi's eyes, 'When you've got her in the circle, slap that b***h!'

Jevoi can now see Ioana's silhouette in the dust storm and the runes glowing inside the ground, now several meters behind the lycan. "Alright, you old biddy," yells Jevoi, running around along the storm's spin, "You want Ling? Well, I'm at least half Ling."

Ioana howls again. "LING! VENGEANCE!" She twists to pursue Jevoi.

D: Did she anything else? G: Most ghosts form from one extreme desire; they're actually really boring people. D: What was your desire? G: I guess, not die? I'm a special case.

Jevoi stops at the edge of the runic circle and turns toward the storm. She spreads her arms apart, low. "Come on, you broken clock."

The storm escalates in intensity and speed.

Jevoi holds her ground as Ioana approaches, Tanglepork and Luminița far away in the dark, then just as the ghost hovers inside the circle, she slaps it. "Go to Hell, fur-hag!"

The magic of the runes opens a gate under the ghost and forms a barrier around Jevoi. The gate begins sucking with far greater force than Ioana's storms, pulling her in. So too are the bones dropped like water in a drain. But the gate doesn't close; it keeps sucking. Tanglepork and Luminița are pulled into it.

Luminița digs her claws into the ground, clutching desperately to survive. Tanglepork snags the lycan's leg; her screams inaudible over the rushing wind.

Jevoi hops out of the bubble protecting her and grabs Luminița's arm.

'What are ya doing?' thinks Gank.

'She has my tome,' thinks Jevoi, 'The whole reason we're here!"

"I've got you," Jevoi attempts to say, but her voice is sucked away by the wind. Jevoi, unfortunately, would not be strong enough to lift Luminița in normal conditions, nor combat the vortex, so attempting both only has one reasonable outcome: down the drain.

WLC 5.5: Twister Shot

The whirling dust around Ioana approaches Jevoi and Tanglepork. "I shall have vengeance!" howls the glowing counter-silhouette.

Jevoi takes off running. "Tell you what," she says, "After you kill her, I can take to my mum; you can kill her too."

L: Love ya, too.

"Don't leave me here!" yells Tanglepork, scrambling to her feet. "Give me my gun back!"

"Why would I ever?" yells Jevoi, trying to figure out the mechanisms of the gun. The odd rotating piece in the center confuses her. It would be easier for her to study it, if she weren't running toward darkness.

"Don't come at me!" Luminița yells at the other women, "I'm not involved in this!"

"AND I AM?" yells Jevoi, running with Tanglepork and Ioana hot behind her, "I don't even know this woman!"

"I'm going to rip you limb from limb, Ling!" yells Ioana. The light emanating off of her continues offer a view of what the mortals begin realizing may be an infinite plane.

"Love the enthusiasm, Madam!" says Jevoi, "Wrong target!" Jevoi thinks, 'Gank, do something, please!'

'Like what?' asks Gank in Jevoi's brain, 'Ya want me to fight her?'

'You're the only one who can,' thinks Jevoi.

'I have an idea,' thinks Gank, 'Keep her distracted.' She sinks into the ground, invisible.

"Just shoot her," yells Luminița, running further ahead.

"She's a ghost, you drongo!" yells Jevoi.

"Not my bunica, idiot!" the lycan yells back, "Tanglepork!"

Jevoi aims the gun backward and pulls the trigger, but the weapon does not fire. It doesn't even CLICK.

Tanglepork laughs and throws a bone off the floor. It hits the gun causing Jevoi to drop it. She scoops it up as the gun and pulls the hammer back. She eyes Jevoi and rubs her hand along the barrel; sparkles enter the weapon. She puts both hands on the grip, turns toward the advancing dust-storm (while running backward now), and fires a glowing shot into it. A silvery explosion distorts the cyclone.

"That's how you do it, kiddo!" laughs Tanglepork, turning away.

Ioana howls in shock and the bones on the floor rattle. They rattle and shake and bounce into the air. Each begins flying in the direction of the closest mortal.

"Mamaia!" yells Luminița, "How did you screw that up, Jevoi?

L: How did ya screw that up?

WLC 5.4: Making Light of the Situation

"What did you just say?" asks Jevoi, "Then where are we?"

"Take a look, Ling," says an old woman, her voicing echoing from nowhere.

With a flash, the area is bathed in green light. This allows Tanglepork and Luminița to finally see, but blinds Jevoi temporarily.

"F*****g b*****d c**t," swears Jevoi, "Why the b****y g******n hell?" She rapidly licks her eyes and Gank rescinds her soulsight.

D: Does that mean you're going to say what Tanglepork and Loomy looked like now? J: Oh right, yes.

Tanglepork is a small gnome woman with curly blonde hair and rosy cheeks. She's wearing cute pink gloves and pointed boots, a leather vest over a mustard shirt, a loosely strapped stetson, and a matching skirt over leggings. She is currently lying on the floor looking up at the source of light.

Lumița is a large lycan woman with thick brown fur with a blue patch around her left eye. She's still wearing her red cloak. Underneath it, she is wearing a dark corset with a long skirt. She is now several meters away from Jevoi.

The light spreads out roughly nine meters and faintly another nine from a point slightly in the air, highlighting the crude stonework. As Luminița had called out, the skeletal remains of several small humanoids are scattered across the floor.

The source of the light, and the voice, is a ghastly, green lycan. Her eyes are empty and her teeth are sharp.

J: I'd rather not repeat what she said next. I didn't need to hear it myself. L: I reckon I know.

"What language," says the ghost, "To think I let that foul tongue inside me."

Jevoi gags.

"Mamaia?" ask Lumița, "What's going on?"

"Traitor," snarls the ghost, "You side with my killers? This lecherous lizard and the conniving d***f?"

"Hiiiiii, Ioana," says Tanglepork, feigning happiness, "So glad you remember me. Yay."

L: I can explain this, but ya finish this first.

"I don't know you, lady," says Jevoi, "I'm not Ling. I can send the message."

Ioana howls, "You are the only of your kind!" The wind begins to whirl dust about. "I'd recognize that filthy wig anywhere."

"Great," mutters Jevoi, "Mum doesn't even have to be near me to keep ruining my life."

WLC 5.3: Women Arguing in Total Darkness

Tanglepork hits the cold, hard ground with a squishy plomp, then gets crushed under Jevoi, and then Luminița, forcing a pair of loud squeaks out of her.

Luminița staggers to her feet, blindly fumbling about.

Jevoi grabs Tanglepork's gun. "Would you look at that," she says, "One of us dropped her weapon." She looks down on the soul of the gnome, scared and prone.

"Okay, Jevoi," says Tanglepork, flipping upright, "Let's talk this out."

"Isn't it sad, Loom?" asks Jevoi glancing at the soul of the blind lycan, "If we were here sooner, we may have saved the sheriff from the wolves."

"Shame that," says Luminița, "Where are we?"

"Now, hold on," says Tanglepork, "You wouldn't hurt a helpless little girl like me, would you?"

"You're, like, ten times older than me," says Jevoi, "It's time to be a big girl, Sheriff."

"Just shoot her," says Luminița, continuing to search for a wall to lean against, "And help me find a way out of here."

"I'm not going to shoot her," says Jevoi, "She was eaten by wolves."

"Why is it my job?" growls Lumnița, "If you want her dead, then kill her yourself!" She trips over something. "Are these bones? Why are there bones?"

"With what?" asks Jevoi, swinging the gnome's gun around, "Her gun with my marks on it? My special knife?"

D: Weren't you trying to do that? L: That's when the cutie had a weapon. G: Yeah, killing someone who can't fight back is uncool.

"Not killing me is good too," says Tanglepork, tightening her arms on her chest, "Also, bones? What kind of bones?"

"So you want my teeth marks on her?" yells Lumnița, getting further away, "Can you even see her down in this devil's a**e?"

"Of course I can. What are you freaking out about?" yells Jevoi, "It's just your nana's basement!"

"My bunica didn't have a basement."

WLC 5.2: Assassin Vision

Keeping her eyes on the gnome's soul, Jevoi slips out of her cloak and slowly crawls along the ground. She creeps around to the side of the old home.

L: I reckon, ya were still dressing like I had at that age. J: You dressed as a rogue to hide your wizardry; I dressed as one because I was one. We are not the same. L: And the wig? J: It's a good wig; it fits the outfit.

Jevoi spots a broken window, but feels Gank pulling her away. The shattered glass could hurt or, more importantly, make noise.

'Up,' thinks Gank, 'No one ever looks up.'

Unfortunately, Jevoi's boots prevent her from climbing the surface as fast or quietly as she could, so she continues around the house toward the backdoor.

L: And that's why we don't wear shoes, Dalini. J: You can fly, Mum.

Jevoi can see the soul of Tanglepork also approaching the house from the other side. She remains perfectly still, waiting for her target to approach. The ecstasy of an assassin, the eyes of a monster.

G: Rude. Those are my eyes.

Tanglepork slowly enters the open door frame and sneaks into the house with her weapon drawn. Jevoi sneaks in behind her as she enters into another room on a collision course with Luminița.

Carefully, Jevoi draws a knife from her side. It's sleek, sharp blade is etched with a vampiric rune and it's been far too long since she's had a chance to feed it. The black hilt is almost invisible in the dark forest home. Jevoi brings the knife into attack position; her heart beating rapidly, she slips closer to her target.

L: We heard it before: ya wanted to be an assassin. J: If you're going to force me to listen to your tangents about women; you should allow the same for my weapons.

The three women, all ready to strike, were getting dangerously close together. One must wonder who would strike first. None would suspect who it would be.

As Tanglepork enters the room Luminița hides in, Jevoi lunges for her. The lycan leaps out of her position at the gnome, who attempts to fire her gun, but her aim is thrown off by the floor collapsing beneath her. The other two fall in immediately after.

WLC 5.1: Into the Woods We Go

J: It was about twelve years ago. L: After that cult nonsense. J: Yes, Mum. One story at a time.

A lanky black-cloaked figure walks alone down a dreary forest path. The path is old and seldom used. The sun overhead shines upward illuminating the other side of the world, reflecting back down far dimmer and weak enough to blocked by the few clouds. The noises of the forest sing: the breeze through the trees, the chirping of bugs, the hooting of an owl, and the howling of wolves in the distance. The figure marches forward, boots stomping on dirt, as her mind wanders.

L: I figured. It's when you ran away from home again. J: Let me tell the story, Mum.

The trail leads to an abandoned home. Years of neglect have let nature tear it down. It's roof has largely collapsed, it's door broken open, and the tell-tale signs of animals litter the property.

A figure cloaked in red waits by the broken door. As the other figure approaches, she growls, "Are you looking for trouble?"

"I have seen enough of it," answers the first.

The figure inside leans her muzzle out and says, "Set them down there."

"Tome first," says the one outside.

"That's not how this works," growls the one inside, "You put them down and I'll tell you where your d**n book is."

"I'm not putting it down," says the one outside in a matching tone, "Until you prove the tome is here."

"Maybe you can just give them to me then?" asks a dainty, third voice from the trees.

"Were you followed, d******e?" yells the voice in the house.

"You really think I didn't know about your granny's old house, Luminița?" asks the voice in the woods, "You, in the black, let me see what you've got there. It's nothing illegal, is it?"

"Of course not," says the black-cloaked, "There's nothing illegal in these woods, Sheriff."

"True that," says the voice in the woods and then a gunshot rang out. The black-figure fell to the ground. "Shame your mommy couldn't bail you out tonight, Jevoi."

D: GASP! Is that how you died? J: I didn't die. L: Tanglepork? Hmm. J: Yes, Sheriff Tanglepork.

Jevoi remains still on the ground. Gank's ghastly hand gently places the bullet onto the ground and her eyes envelop Jevoi's. She can see the soul of a gnome hiding amongst those of the trees, sneaking toward the house.

"You want to run~, Loomy~?" asks Tanglepork, singsongly, "You can try~eye~!"

Jevoi can see the soul of a large bipedal wolf lurking in the house, poised to strike.