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It had been a long, long while since that first horrifying encounter with this house. How long had it been...? It had felt like years, just as it felt as if that fateful night had butchered years off of her life along with it. A night full of claustrophobia, confusion, blood-choked terror as they ran from what she could have only described as a monster.

But then again, it really hadn��t been their first encounter with this place, had it...? 

They had escaped, that first night. Arthur had lost his arm, and nearly his life. Mystery, in what could only been described as a miracle of bravery and strength, had swept them away in what could have very well been the last possible second before the spirit’s rage might have overtaken all of them.

She shouldn’t have ever gone back. And for a long time, she didn’t. Who in their right mind would go back? And even worse, who would do so willingly? 

But...memories had begun to slip through the cracks. One after another, something new would wake up inside her. A large smile, the sound of deep, contagious laughter. A memory of Arthur fixing the same toaster for the sixth time in one day. A hot cocoa ritual that lit up some warm, happy, dusty spot in her heart. 

Bit by bit, pieces returned to her. 

And...bit by bit...she’d started to sneak back to the mansion.

That curiosity would be the end of her one day, she knew it, and yet she still came. She wanted to know--what had happened? She had known this monster--this man--before he’d died. He’d meant something to her. He’d meant so much to her. She could feel it in the fractured memories that kept slipping through her fingers.

It’s what brought her back, time and time again, always out of sight, quiet as a mouse, trying to learn what she could. To remember what she could.

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And so there she sat...a thin wall between her and the kitchen where the ‘stranger’ she was so desperate to learn about wept. 

Hearing him break down did something to her heart, and she felt herself slide down the wall of the tiny hidden passage until she sat on the dusty, cold floor. 

The illumination from the kitchen shone through the tiny Borrower-sized doorway a bit down the tiny hall, masking everything in a gloomy gray. She felt her own tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and she was unsure if it was purely empathy for the miserable being, or something else.

All the little blue woman could do was hug her knees to her chest and bury her face into her soft scarf, hiccuping silently as she struggled with her own sobs, reeling from wave after wave of powerful emotions that bubbled up from her gut as more flickering memories of happier times she could barely grasp danced behind her eyelids.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there. It was long enough for the grayness from the kitchen to dim into an inky darkness. She had never stayed this late in this place by herself. And she’d always left before it got dark.

It stunned her, then, that she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she only felt exhausted. Like her mind was worn thin, wanting to curl up and rest after so much fruitless searching.

Vivi leaned her head back against the wall, tears dry on her cheeks, eyes glassy and distant. He probably wasn’t in the kitchen any longer, he usually retreated to...somewhere deeper in the mansion when night fell. A place she’d yet to dare try to explore.

“You’re...” her voice hitched, a little raspy, a little rough. “You’re something out of a dream...” she sang softly, staring up at the blackness of the tiny hall above her. “Messing with my head. And I’ve been looking for you... are you hiding? ‘Cause I like the way you’re calling to me. Your spell upon me. And I’ve been looking for you...”

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                         “Nobody takes my ship!”                               they’ve already taken it.                                    “But nobody takes my ship twice!”

Captain Haddock from The Adventures of Tintin

Slightly Au based

Friendly mun, wants to be pals with everyone

Everyone is 21+

Skype given to mutuals on request

Rad adventures are basically required

Pre-established relationships are a-ok

                          Promo image created by the incredible digitalily 

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                         “Nobody takes my ship!”                               they’ve already taken it.                                    “But nobody takes my ship twice!”

Captain Haddock from The Adventures of Tintin

Slightly Au based

Friendly mun, wants to be pals with everyone

Everyone is 21+

Skype given to mutuals on request

Rad adventures are basically required

Pre-established relationships are a-ok

                          Promo image created by the incredible digitalily 

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                         “Nobody takes my ship!”                               they’ve already taken it.                                    “But nobody takes my ship twice!”

Captain Haddock from The Adventures of Tintin

Slightly Au based

Friendly mun, wants to be pals with everyone

Everyone is 21+

Skype given to mutuals on request

Rad adventures are basically required

Pre-established relationships are a-ok

                          Promo image created by the incredible digitalily 

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Vivi is actually a queen and I want her to marry me

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ALL THE GANG HERE!!

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we meet again

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BANG BANG INTO YOUR HEART

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hell yeah

y’all though i was leaving Danny behind??

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Hello, have a Vivi in stars & hot pink.

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Brad MacDonald | Goosebumps Theme

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Mystery-skulls by TovioRogers

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Idk, I was watching scooby doo the other day and this happened..

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"Get Out" "Lol nope." And so from then on, Lewis’ coffin became Mystery’s coffin.

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Oh and your arm is finger licking good btw.