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Mausoleum (Rodentbrothers)

A ficlet about the time V ate Copia’s rat Snowball. Find the comic this is based on under the #my art tag and read this and other fun shit on Ao3

His heels clack over the floor as Perpetua strides through the empty corridors of the abbey. It’s a low sound, much softer than it normally would be. A perk of his half ghoul heritage. He moves so much quieter than humans.

It has helped him a lot, growing up. Sneaking in and out of the monastery whenever he wanted to spend a night in town or the woods. It had been a freeing thing, to know he could just… vanish whenever he wanted to.

That he could hunt. This was a downside of his genes, although he rarely ever saw it as such. It was not something he could help but also not something he wished or actively worked to get rid of. He’s not even sure he’s ever really felt bad about it. He never hunted humans. Can’t remember he has, at least.

Perpetua’s memory of his childhood isn’t the best, mostly because of trauma repression but he’s pretty sure he’d remember if he’d ever killed a human. This goes to say he does feel guilty sometimes, for killing. Snuffing out lives to feed a hunger that he shouldn’t have. It doesn’t even do anything for him. Eating human food was totally fine, he’d never felt like he needed to hunt to survive. But the drive is still there. The nagging, obnoxious voice in the back of his head, urging him to stalk, to chase, to kill.

He’s not sure why he got this trait as well. Why a hybrid would need a prey drive. He’s just glad it isn’t something that happens often. Once a month, if he’s unlucky. Most of the time he can go months without hunting, before the urge returns. It’s never something particular that sets it off, he just gets a tingly feeling and he knows he has to kill something.

His fingers itch, his mouth is dry, his skin feels wrong. Like he’s too big for his body. Like his skin is about to tear, about to unleash a monster upon his surroundings. Perpetua has always managed to kill and satisfy this hunger before it got too bad, but he can’t deny being curious about what would happen if he were too late one day. If the monster were to come out.

Now, finding something to kill in the Ministry proved to be rather difficult, if he didn’t want to resort to actually murdering humans, so he was now on his way through the abbey, towards the nearby forest. For sure there would be some animals to hunt there. He knows there are.

He’s seen ghouls retreat to the woods and return with animal carcasses of all types. Deer, bunnies, squirrels… even possums on some days. He had no idea where they’d gotten those from, he wasn’t sure they were even native to Sweden.

His ear twitches and he stops in his tracks, turning to the side to search for whatever it was that had grabbed his attention.

Under one of the pews, half hidden by the shadow, sat a fat, white rat, nibbling on a small piece of bread which had probably fallen off the altar during evening mass.

He doesn’t move for a while, simply staring at the thing as it happily ate its prey. Prey.

Perpetua’s ears flick and pin back against his head as he turns on his heel, eyes zeroing in on the rat. It was a very large, very thick animal, well kept fur glistening in the dim light of the candles. Vaguely he was aware that this rat was way too fat and way too taken care of to be a wild animal, that it had to be some sort of domesticated or a pet but he finds that he doesn’t have it in him to care. Not when he’s this hungry.

It happens the same way it always does. He blacks out and when he comes to again, his lips are smeared with blood, dripping from his chin, soiling his cassock. He’ll have to wash it, he realises. Preferably before someone notices and starts asking questions.

He licks his lips and savours the coppery taste of blood that blooms on his tongue. He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply as he composes himself. His heart is still hammering but not as wildly anymore and he can feel himself calming down.

The hunger is sated and judging by his utter relaxation at the moment, he won’t have to hunt for another long while. He coughs a bit, tugging bits of fur from his tongue and grimacing as he shudders.

“Cazzo… thick fur this one”, he tongues at his teeth, trying to find any other remnants of hair but is happy to remain unsuccessful.

He slowly rises to his feet, straightening out his cassock and tugging his poncho around his shoulders tightly to hide the dark stains all over his chest. He’d always been a messy eater when it came to hunts and maybe this was the part he was most embarrassed about.

He turns on his heels to march out of the abbey and disappear into his chambers but stops as his ears catch the faintest sound of footsteps, rapidly approaching. For a moment he thinks about hiding, about fleeing the scene, although there really isn’t much of a ‘scene’ left, is there? The rat was gone entirely, safe for the tiny bits of flesh and fur which he’d been too picky to eat off the floor.

The door to the abbey is opened, and in flows a gentle, yet cold breeze, ruffling his hair a bit. He shudders and straightens his back, raising his chin to get a better look at the newcomer.

Copia stares at him for a solid moment, silently letting his eyes flit over his form. They both stay quiet until the former Papa seems to have finished his examination and tilts his head to the side in question, like a bird. Like an air ghoul. Perpetua smiles fondly at the small motion.

“V eh… have you ah…”, he frowns and squints as if he can’t see as well as he’d like to. Understandable, the abbey is only dimly lit by a few candles. “Are you okay? Your mouth is all… eh..”, he makes a gesture, motioning to his own lips, “fucked.”

Perpetua purses his lips again, hiding his blood stained teeth.

“I’m quite alright, yes. I fell and bit my tongue.”

“Really? Your eh.. tongue bleeds that much?”

“If bitten correctly, yes.”

He doesn’t know why he’s lying. But he is. Maybe it’s habit, maybe it’s the faint sense in the back of his mind, telling him that he did something wrong.

Copia stares for a moment longer and then shakes his head, clapping as if to ground himself. Perpetua finds, that he likes the motion. It reminds him of himself, when he wants to divert attention from something awkward.

“Anyways, ah, I’m looking for a pet of mine. Snowball. It’s way past feeding time and he hasn’t shown up. You eh… you wouldn’t happen to know where he is?”

Perpetua stares blankly.

This is bad. This is really fucking bad. No, no it’s not. He squares his shoulders, trying to keep his hands from trembling. Copia had just said ‘pet’ not rat or anything of the sort. A pet could be a lot of things. Cats, dogs, birds even. But Copia didn’t look like the kind of man to have cats as pets. Or dogs. Or birds. He looked like he had rats. He’d even written a fucking song about it, hadn’t he?

Perpetua feels himself start to sweat, cold and shivering, fear and regret making way in his heart. Still, he forces his voice not to tremble as he opens his mouth, making sure to show as little of his bloody teeth as possible.

“I didn’t.. I wasn’t aware you had… pets. Snowball is a very sweet name, may I ask what kind of animal he was- is?”

His fingers tremble and he does his best to clasp his hands together tightly, knuckles turning white.

Copia blinks and frowns, looking around the room as if in search.

“Eh, yes, yes. He’s a rat. I happen to have a few of them but Snowball often runs off on his own. I usually find him here so I thought maybe he’d come back. He likes to sit under the pews.”

Perpetua feels like he’s going to faint.

His heart is racing, his skin is burning and all of a sudden the blood on his chin and clothing feels sticky and wrong, like acid burning away his skin and leaving nothing but shame and bone in its wake. He fucked up. Big time.

“I don’t think you’ll find him here”, he gets out and his voice is thin and barely audible, clearly shaken by anxiety and guilt.

Copia waves him off and goes to kneel next to one of the pews, looking underneath it.

“No, no, he likes to hide. Sometimes it takes hours of searching until I find him.”

“Yes but I don’t think… you’ll be successful this time.”

At that, Copia pauses and lifts his head, brows drawn together. There are deep lines, etched onto his forehead and Perpetua hates the feeling that tells him that he’ll contribute to them deepening.

“Why not?”

There’s a sense of genuine confusion but also fear in his voice. Like deep down, he knows what happened. Which is impossible of course, nobody in their right mind would suspect their twin brother of eating their pet rat.

Perpetua really wishes this was a fever dream. Maybe it is. How crazy would it be if he just woke up back in the monastery, as a six year old kid, never having killed anything? Ha! It would be too silly, but just what he needed right now.

Sathanas, he wants this to be over.

Copia stands back up now, the frown on his face deepening.

“V. Why won’t I find him?!”

The first indicator of his breakdown is the way his lip starts to quiver. Perpetua had never been one to cry easily but he’d always felt guilty easily. And if the guilt was as harsh and as unbearable as this…

He sobs, high and dry in his throat and sinks to his knees, clutching his stomach like he can feel the poor thing move inside him. Like it claws at his insides to let it back out, to give back the life he’d stolen from it, for no other reason than to feed a hunger he didn’t have to feed.

“I ate him!”

The abbey is quiet for a moment, safe for the dry heaving and sobs as Perpetua comes to terms with the fact that he may have just destroyed the fragile, friendly bond he’d built with his brother. They’d gotten closer over the past few weeks and Perpetua had genuinely felt like he was home. Like he had found something he loved to do, someone he loved to be around. A family, that was the word.

Now he’d gone and fucked it up. Like he always did. It had always been like this. Ever since he was a child, he’d built friendships just to fuck them up with his.. his weirdness all over again. No relationship he’d ever had, had lasted. None of them had good endings. He’d always done shit to fuck them up so badly, he never even got another letter from people, let alone a call or a meet up.

Copia is quiet. Very quiet. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t even seem to breathe. And he doesn’t yell. That’s perhaps the worst thing at the moment.

Perpetua wants him to yell, to curse at him, to strip him off his title and send him back to Italy. He’s got the power to do it, no doubt. As Frater Imperator, it’s his decision. Perpetua almost wishes he would do it. Wishes he’d send him back to where he’d come from, leaving him to lead the sad, lonely life he seemed to deserve.

“You ate him.”

His voice isn’t angry. It’s not anything. It is completely devoid of any emotion and Perpetua sobs even harder, burying his face in his hands. He feels bile rise to the back of his throat but he doesn’t vomit. Thank Sathanas. The last thing he wants right now is Copia having to face the half digested remains of his rat.

He’d ripped the poor thing to shreds and then devoured it, bones and all. He’d never cared for bones or fur or anything of the animals he ate. They were annoying because they sometimes hurt his teeth or stuck to his tongue but he’d never minded them much. Not until now. Not until he felt like the tiny bones were poking into his intestines, wanting to rip him open from the inside, to kill him like he’d killed Snowball. He’d let them.

“You ate him.”

This time, there are tears in Copia’s voice. If tears of anger or grief, Perpetua isn’t sure. He doesn’t want to be sure either. He can’t manage to look up, can’t face him right now. And Copia doesn’t seem to want him to.

It takes a few more seconds until the clacking of heels over the floor echoes through the abbey, followed by the slam of the door.

“Fuck”, he sobs, wiping at his eyes.

His hands tremble worse now. He’s almost as bad as Swiss with his tremors, he realises. He tries to stand up, to run after Copia and apologise but his legs give out and he unceremoniously face plants onto the marble floor.

He decides not to get up.

This is officially the worst thing that has happened to him. Ever. He ate his twin brother’s pet rat, started to have a mental breakdown and now he’s lying on the floor, feeling like he might’ve broken his nose.

He doesn’t know how long he stays there on the floor, quietly sobbing into the tiles underneath him. Eventually, the door creaks open again and Perpetua wants to get up, but he doesn’t.

Whoever came in, they are allowed to see him like this. Maybe. He’s not sure. He’ll probably be embarrassed about it later, when he’s done feeling guilty.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Perpetua scrambles to sit up as soon as the voice cuts through the silence of the abbey, wiping at his eyes furiously.

Aether stares down at him, tail lashing in.. is it anger? It might be. Anger and something deep, something primal that Perpetua’s ghoul side recognises as the fury of a mated ghoul. The fury of someone, whose mate had been hurt.

He’s going to die.

If not of shame, he’ll probably get killed by Aether. Ripped to shreds for causing his mate pain. He hadn’t been aware that Copia had this kind of bond with any of his ghouls but it did make sense. He’d been at the Ministry long enough to notice that Aether hung around the Frater’s office almost all day long. At first he’d discarded it as a close friendship or work related business, perhaps their respective jobs lead them to work together at times. But now everything fell into place and Perpetua is sure that he’s going to die.

“I’m sorry”, he whines, wiping at his eyes.

“Sorry for what?!”, Aether points behind him. “You wanna tell me why the fuck I just encountered Copia, sobbing his eyes out, laid over his couch like a maiden in distress and then come down here to find you sprawled on the floor, FACE DOWN, ALSO sobbing your eyes out?!”

Perpetua sniffles and hiccups a bit.

“He hasn’t told you-”

“Told me what?! He said to ask you and I find you laying here, looking like you got your face smashed in!”

“I ate Snowball!”

At that, Aether stops and Perpetua starts wailing again. The quint stares at him for a long moment and then flicks his ears.

“You ate Snowball?”

“Stop saying it!”

“You started it!”

Perpetua sobs again, although his tears are mostly dry and he can feel a migraine start to form behind his eyes. Aether looks like he’s going to punch the shit out of him for a moment but then his whole body softens and he goes back to the gentle, sweet ghoul Perpetua has gotten used to.

“Get up. You’re gonna get a cold.”

Perpetua shakes his head but squeaks in surprise as his arm is grabbed gently and he gets lifted to his feet, a strong hand steadying his waist to keep him standing. It feels strange, with the way his legs are still trembling.

“Why did you eat him?”, Aether asks. His voice is soft and he tilts his head, looking up at Perpetua in question. “Are you alright? I’m not sure if your body is used to… uh… digesting this stuff.”

Perpetua shakes his head and rubs at his mouth.

“I’ve done this before, I can take it. I just… I feel so shitty.”

“Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, wasn’t it.”

”Mhm.”

Aether looks at him and nudges his horns against his cheek. Perpetua is ghoul enough to feel the reassurance and gentleness in the gesture and he feels himself relax a little.

“I don’t know why I did it, you see? I just… I was so hungry. I always had this… this hunger- this”

“Need to hunt.”

Perpetua looks over and Aether nods, his face stern now.

“Have you ever killed a human, V?”

Perpetua shakes his head vehemently and steps back.

“No! Never! I would never-“

”That’s the problem.”

Aether sighs and bumps their noses together.

“Kill a human every once in a while, Papa. It makes the hunger go away. I promise you, it will.”

Perpetua stares down at him for a moment and then starts sobbing again.

He’s going fucking insane. He’s sure he is. What the fuck is happening to him? First he ate his brother’s rat, then he nearly broke his nose and now the sweetest, loveliest ghoul he knows is telling him to indulge in cannibalism. It does feel like a fever dream, maybe he’s about to wake up. He hopes he is. He never wants to hear Aether say ‘kill a human every once in a while’ again.

Aether tugs him against his broad frame, hugging him close as he lets him cry. It’s oddly comforting, even though Aether is one of the ghouls he hadn’t had much contact with.

“I’m not a cannibal-“, he sniffles, wrapping his arms around Aether’s neck.

“It’s not cannibalism. You’re not human. All I’m telling you, is that it will be easier for you, if you kill one, every once in a while. I only get hungry every five months.”

“And you hunt?”

Aether remains quiet for a moment and then sighs. He doesn’t seem proud of himself.

“Not always.”

Perpetua stays quiet for a moment and then rubs at his nose.

“You kill Siblings of Sin.”

“Sometimes.” Aether looks over to the altar and his eyes seem vacant. Sad, almost. Like he regrets a lot. It’s a foreign sight, one Perpetua isn’t sure how to feel about. “I know how guilty you feel. I know how it is to take something loved from someone, never able to give it back.”

“But I ate his rat.”

“And I eat his subordinates. It hurts him but he doesn’t say it. And I feel so, so horrible for it.”

The ghoul steps back and swishes his tail over the ground.

“Come on. You need to get back to your chambers. You’re exhausted. Please, Papa.”

Perpetua doesn’t say anything and Aether seems to take his silence as an answer. He grabs the man’s hand and they start walking. Perpetua doesn’t look where they’re going, gaze stubbornly fixed on the floor as he feels the guilt eat him alive. He’s never felt this shitty in his life.

He knows that, technically, it hadn’t been on purpose. He hadn’t made an extra effort to hunt down one of Copia’s rats specifically, it had just so happened that Snowball had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Which is bad enough as it is. Now he can at least console himself with the thought that he didn’t mean it.

After a while they stop and when Perpetua looks around he finds that they’re standing right in front of the door leading to his room.

“Can you take care of yourself?”, Aether asks but there is no malice in his words, no condescension. He seems genuinely concerned and Perpetua wants to scream at him for it. Wants to make him see the monster he is but then again… Aether said he should kill humans from time to time so… Who really is the monster out of the two?

He shakes his head. Aether nods and guides him inside, where they work to scrub the blood stains out of Perpetua’s cassock and from his face. By the time they’re done, the faint smell of copper on the fabric is the only reminder of what had happened. The only physical one, anyway.

They walk back to Perpetua’s bed and he sits down, staring at the wall. Aether looks at him for a moment and then sighs.

“Sathanas almighty, you look terrible.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah…”

The ghoul looks around the room and flicks his tail.

“I’ll talk to Copia.”

Perpetua scoffs wetly, eyes starting to tear up once more.

“That won’t make him forgive me.”

Aether hums.

“Don’t be too sure about that. I can be very convincing.”

The Papa shakes his head and buries it in his hands, clutching his forehead in despair.

“No, Aether you don’t get it! I killed and then ate something precious to him! He didn’t like me all that much before, he’ll surely resent me now! He has no reason to ever forgive me!”

Aether is silent for a moment and then moves over, planting a hand on Perpetua’s chest as if to steady him. The Papa doesn’t get time to react or wonder about the sudden touch because not a second later, his consciousness is ripped from him as quintessence floods his mind and drags him into the claws of a deep, dreamless sleep.

——— 𖤐 ———

Copia doesn’t talk to him at all for the next week. They see each other a few times in the hallways but every time they do, the Frater makes a big show of scrunching up his nose in distaste and turns the other way.

They held a funeral for Snowball. Perpetua wasn’t invited. Even worse, he’d gotten a letter delivered to his door, telling him explicitly to not make an effort to show up.

He’d cried for an hour after that.

Two weeks pass and Perpetua feels worse and worse. He barely leaves his room and doesn’t make an effort to work on his album or any kind of merchandise. He doesn’t want people to think that he’s sulking, because he’s not, but can’t bring himself to act tough and just continue on as normal.

Things go downhill and only come to a halt when he’s awoken by someone ripping the covers from his sleeping body, two Sundays after Snowball’s funeral.

He yelps and half heartedly covers his eyes with his hand, peeking through his fingers to look up at Aether, who apparently had a key to his room. Or maybe not. He leers over and sees that the door is… demolished. It hangs loosely in its hinges, metal edges scraping over the floor.

“Wha-”

“Get up.”

Perpetua blinks sluggishly. Even if he hadn’t just woken up, this would be a most confusing thing to witness.

“I- Did you break down my door?!”

“I said: get up!”, Aether reaches over, grabs his arm and tugs him into a sitting position and ultimately out of bed, onto his feet.

He then moves to drag Perpetua with him, out of the room and down the hallway. Perpetua finds himself momentarily stunned, too confused and scared to say anything or feel remotely depressed anymore. After a few minutes he adjusts and starts walking with Aether, jogging to match the ghoul’s wide steps. Aether might not be as tall as him but he’s much faster.

“Where are we going?”, he manages to get out after a while as they descend towards the cellars.

“I’m sick of you two acting like this. It makes my head hurt and I feel like I’m dying because my mate is upset. So, I’m gonna make you two reconcile.”

At that, Perpetua starts to sweat, fear and shock clawing at his heart and numbing his brain. He doesn’t say anything, just lets himself get dragged behind the quint, thoughts racing with possible scenarios that somehow always end with Copia beating the shit out of him.

They stop at a small door which Aether pushes open, shoving Perpetua into the room. It’s cold. An eerie chill hangs in the air and makes him aware that he’s still in his sleep wear, which consists of silk pants and nothing else. He shudders and wraps his arms around himself as his gaze falls onto the small, marble build in the middle of the room.

A mausoleum, with the name ‘Snowball’ engraved in the black stone. There are a few couches positioned in a circle around the grave, Perpetua knows is empty. Copia sits on one of them and stands up once he hears the door open.

“Aether if you lock me in a room again I swear-“, he pauses, looks at Perpetua and his face twists into a scowl. “The fuck is going on?”

Aether slams the door shut and judging by the click that follows, locks it again.

“I’m sick of this! Literally. I’m physically getting sick at seeing both my mate and my Papa like this. So, you will talk this out and start loving each other again or so Sathanas help me, I will force you to!”, the ghoul exclaims and Perpetua doesn’t doubt for a second that his threat was empty.

He finds that he hates the idea of getting mind controlled into apologising more to Copia so he willingly takes a seat on the couch opposite from his brother. The Frater watches him, mismatched eyes narrowed in disdain.

Aether walks over and taps his tail against Copia’s thigh.

“Sit, lovely. This is probably gonna take a while.”

“I’m not five!”

“Then act like it!”

Copia snarls but takes a seat, crossing both arms and legs, staring at the ground. He’s angry but even more than that, he’s hurt. Snowball had been the oldest rat, he’d gotten him during his last few years as Cardinal. They’d been through a lot together and thinking about a future without the small ball of fur… it made his teeth clench and his heart throb with pain.

Perpetua wants to throw up. His lips are pressed together tightly and his leg bounces nervously, silk pants flailing with the motion.

Aether looks between them and then sighs, standing in the middle of the room.

“Alright. Both of you are going to talk and listen to each other, okay? If I catch any of you fucking this up, I’m using my Quintessence.”

Copia looks up.

“I’m not allowing that.”

Aether snorts.

“Sorry, lovely, you don’t get a say in this. We’re mated, you don’t have any power over me.”

Copia clamps his mouth shut and it looks like he’s about to break his jaw from how hard he’s clenching it. Perpetua feels even worse at that because he gets the sense that he might be the reason this relationship is going downhill as well.

Aether looks from Copia to Perpetua and back and then hums.

“Good. C, what do you want to tell him?”

Copia fixes him with a stare that makes his heart clench.

“That he can go fuck-“

“Copia.”

The Frater inhales deeply and then uncrosses his arms.

“That I’m heartbroken and disappointed. That rat was very important to me, he was one of my favourites and I’ve had him for a long time. And honestly… I don’t get it. I don’t understand what the fuck would drive someone to eat a rat! Whole!”

Aether nods and smiles, giving a reassuring chirp. The way Copia spoke and the immediate praise he received for it makes Perpetua think that this isn’t the first time they’ve worked out a conflict like this.

“That was good. Papa?”, the ghoul asks, turning to Perpetua who looks like he’s about to break down again.

He takes a shaky breath and straightens his back as best he can, clasping his trembling hands together. Why they tremble, he doesn’t know. Might be the cold, might be the nerves.

“I.. I want to say that I’m sorry. Like.. I’m really, really sorry. I never- never..”, he licks his lips, concentrates and tries to rid his voice of his stutter, “I never meant for that to happen I just… I need to hunt, from time to time. It’s part of my mixed genes, I think, and I really don’t enjoy it but… I just need to do it. And Snowball… Snowball was just… prey..”

He trails off at the end and drops his face back into his hands. The room is quiet for a moment and then Copia speaks, without being asked to first.

“You hunt like a ghoul.”

“Only sometimes!”, Perpetua exclaims, raising his head again. “Nothing like this will ever happen again, I swear! I didn’t know you owned any pets, let alone rats! I promise it wasn’t on purpose!”

Copia looks at him in silence for a while and then his lip starts to quiver. Gone is the hate and there appears something small and cracked. Something hurt.

Perpetua blinks and then they both start crying at the same time. Aether watches and sighs, smiling softly. He walks over and Copia gets up, moving to hug the taller ghoul, burying his face against his broad chest as he sobs uncontrollably. Perpetua watches, sniffling himself and all but bolts over to the pair as Aether reaches an arm out for him.

It feels strange.

To stand and hug and cry with people he didn’t spend his life with, but still feel like family to some extent.

He’s not sure how long the two of them cry but he doesn’t know that they stop at the same time, just like they’d started at the same time.

And he knows that they both simultaneously make the decision to hug each other and not just Aether, that they both feel the same level of comfort and hurt as they embrace each other.

He’s never hugged Copia before. But he likes the feeling.

They hold another funeral for Snowball. This time, Perpetua is invited and it’s just the three of them.

He even gets to pick some flowers for the mausoleum. As he lays them down and speaks a few prayers, he feels two pairs of eyes, watching his back closely.

It is not a comfortable feeling but still, it’s better than having Copia hate him. Much better.

#this!!!!!#i read this on ao3 and it's still open in a tab waiting for me to leave a comment but words are Hard #so in the meantime i'm reblogging and screeching in the tags because i loved this so much #*coughs politely*#aaAadjdjsfsdfksaaagh #this fic is so good #i want to give perpetua and copia and snowball (may he rest in peace) all the hugs #but i'm glad aether was there to help #though aether also very much deserves a hug #i was so curious about how the Snowball Incident played out after seeing the art and mentions on here so i'm so happy it got written!

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