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[jacklust]

Canned Treasure

By: Arazona

Chapter 3

The Reasons She Loves Her Job

A flash mob wasn’t the right word. Maybe a widespread dance that many people knew would be a better term. Brezziana was excited for this one. She finally got to lead, something she had wanted to do for a while. She had been a dance and fitness instructor for a while but they finally approved of her request to do this.

As she walked into the mall she felt the thrill in her bones. Excitement filled her and she practically ran to where she would be performing. As corny as it sounds, she wanted to spread positivity and hope to the danceverses when we were entering a dark time. No one really knew it yet but Brezziana did. She knew that the danceverses were under attack. She wanted people to feel at least a little hope before it all came burning down.

She spotted her crew and placed down her large boom box. She was easy to spot with her bright orange attire consisting of a crop top and shorts. She did a quick stretch then began. Her crew joined in first then random people did and soon practically the whole mall was dancing and having a joyous time. She longed to see this continue. To give them one last hit of dopamine before it would all crash but alas, her time was up and the attack on them was drawing closer. As her song ended she found herself having fun. As people began to disperse she went to grab her boom box just as a portal opened up. From within stood Prince Wanderlust and this girl.

“Hey! Brezziana. Look… we need your help. Please your powerful and have a lot of influence and-“ Wanderlust began

“I’m coming-“ Brezziana cut him off

“And I get that you’d be putting your life at risk but this could save everyone-“

“Sir, I said I was coming with you-“

“So with all that being said please I’m begging you at this point-“

“IM COMING!” Brezziana yelled

“Oh, wait really? I was sure that you would say no or something,” Wanderlust said, shocked

“You did say she was amazing with helping and stuff,” the girl said, “I’m Sara by the way. From the human world,”

“Brezziana. It’s a pleasure. I’m a fitness and dance coach here. I generally do dances in the mall,”

“So like a flash mob?” Sara asked

“Well no not quite. I would say more just a dance with a lot of people,” Brezziana said back

“As much as it’s great that you are getting to know each other, if we’re going to finish off the Night Swan we have to get going. There’s one more person we definitely need and then one I want to see if we can free from her clutches,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sara asked

“I mean she has a son. I want to see if we can get her son to go against her and fight with us,”

“Why in the name of fuck would we do that? It could be dangerous!” Brezziana spat

“Because I have my reasons. I think it would be a good idea. Plus I want to get to know him and see if we can sway him to our side,” Brezziana’s gaydar had gone off with Wanderlusy before as they had been friends for a few years now but never this much. He had never come out per se but she was almost certain that he wasn’t straight. Maybe not gay but definitely not straight. She shrugged it off and followed the two into a portal where they wound up meeting a person Brezziana would never forget in her entire life

Ik this one’s shorter but I think it’s still pretty good

[jacklust]

Canned Treasure

By: Arazona

Chapter 2 WARNING: self harm and suicidal behaviors

Swan Tower

Night Swan POV:

Rejection. Something she had felt for quite some time. Pushed away from society and to never be allowed back in. For all it was worth to her, she didn’t want to come back. She felt at home with her servants in her army. Her only son however, was a disappointment beyond belief. He was always trying to become famous and a “coach” which is what people in the normal danceverses do. But she wanted him to take her place when she died or abdicated her throne. He was the only one that could take her place. He had been trained by her throughout his life but alas, he still disobeyed her.

She would often wonder what she had done wrong as a parent. She had given him everything he wanted, as long as he did well in learning what she wanted him to learn. She gave him a shelter and food and clothes. Surly that was enough? But to him, no. He always wanted more from her and she hated it. She worked so hard to try and take over the Danceverses and all he tried to do was undo what she had done. He always told her he didn’t think it was right. She would then punish him. It wasn’t a wrong thing to do, it was just what had to be done. And it’s not like her punishments were bad. I mean sure, she overworked him, didn’t feed him half the time, and neglected him for most of his life but that’s beside the point. The point was she was so done with him. His refusal to help her to capture four coaches finally put her over the top. She was so done. She had done nothing but help him and this is how he repaid her? At this point she was disgusted. What had she don’t wrong as a parent? Where had she gone wrong? She had taught him that they had been outcasts. Nothing but scum. They had been treated like a rats ass for their whole life. Well maybe not her whole life. There was a point when the Night Swan was a coach and was seen as normal but then it changed. But that’s a different story for a different day. For now, all that mattered was that she finished putting the four coaches under her spell.

She sat atop her throne with power. Her thousands of minions sat around her stage. The four that would become the newest members were on the stage. They stood like lifeless corpses and she would give them life. She would make them forget everything that had happened before this. They were hers, the more she took the more powerful her army became and they became weaker. They were the royal family. She despised them deeply. There were the parents; The Traveler and Si’ha Nova. Then they had a son Jacks age. His name was Wanderlust. His parents had practically left him with the responsibility of all the danceverses. It seemed unfair but she didn’t mind. It made it easier for her and her son, Jack Rose, to capture and take over them.

She curtly glared at Jack from her throne. He stood beside her and looked miserable, though he tried to hide it. The way he stood; you knew he was annoyed and scared. No matter what she did they was no swaying him to know that what she was doing was right. She gently brushed it off, she knew that for right now he wouldn’t dare step in her way. She stood up and slowly began to put them under her spell. She dragged it out long and painful. Making sure they knew not to go back. She knew what her spell felt like. The mind went numb and cold. Very cold. She liked to think it was what was in her heart, cold and icy. There was no denying that she even knew it was true, she was cold. She had been treated that way and wanted to show what she had been through. How they had treated her. By the time she was halfway through her song she knew they were fully under her spell. But she continued, increasing the pain, making sure they were fully submerged and drowning in an endless pit. Because that’s how she felt. She was drowning but couldn’t die even if she tried. Buried in a living hell with no way out.

Jack Rose POV:

So much for being sneaky. So much for wanting a life. So much for knowing what he’s been born into was wrong. He knew he only had seconds before his mother arrived and gave him a long lecture on shit he would rather fight against than fight for.

By the time his mother did show up there was no lecture. Instead she beat him. Not bad, but not lightly either. The final punch came as a slap to the face and he fell to the floor. She ordered him to get up. As he did, stars began to fill his vision. He stumbled with each step. Finally he lost his footing and fell to the floor. His mother scolded him before dragging him to her throne where all he had to do was stand there for just a few seconds. And so he did. Finally when he could walk away, he found a bench to sit down on. He gently found a mirror to look at his face in; not swollen but a large red mark. He could easily use makeup to hide it. The longer he surveyed it the more he realized it was starting to swell. A tear fell from his eye and soon another. He stood up and walked to his room. He sat down on his bed and heard an odd sound. In training yesterday after failing a few times to harness some sore of magic that at this point Jack had forgotten everything about, his mother slashed him with a knife on the shoulder. He had it stitched up but he thought he could feel one of the stitches snap. He laid on his bed and the tears just kept coming. He tried desperately to stop them but he just couldn’t. He had no one. No friends, no father, practically no mother, no boyfriend. Nothing. He felt so hopeless again. He was slipping back. He didn’t want to but he was. He found his favorite scissors and gently brought them to his wrist hoping this would end his suffering. He made one slice and nothing changed. Another and he began to feel a little bit better. A third and it started to feel worse. He kept going until he knew he had punished himself enough for all the shit his life had put him through. He wrapped his wrist in some tissues and paper towels from the bathroom and sat back down on his bed. He pulled out his phone and naturally he saw a message from his mother

Night Swan: come downstairs now. You have training

Jack: mom I’m tired. Can I please skip this one?

Night Swan: after the show I heard you put on? No way! Come now! You’re going to be learning how to do what Wanderlust can. Portals to other Danceverses

Jack: Yes mother. I’ll be right down

He wiped his eyes and sighed. Not only was Wanderlust his type but also his crush. From the few times he saw him Jack just knew. He’d always known he was gay, he just didn’t know he actually would like a guy he could never have. It hurt him too; to know that Wanderlust would always be out of his reach. He was Night Swans son, the son of his mortal enemy. So who would want him really?

Jack groaned as he got up and winced at the pain still in his head, threatening to make him pass out. He pushed through it and just kept going. As long as he finished what he needed to get done with his mother, then he could sleep. He prayed that he wouldn’t wake up though. He could finally be free from his suffering.

(I need your input; was this too much? I could rewrite it being less but this is also how I’ve always seen him and his mother)

[jacklust]

Canned Treasure

By: Arazona

(To start off the book there’s going to be multiple perspectives to give the full story but by the end it’s going to just be Jack and Wanderlust)

Chapter 1

The Danceverces

Party’s were never Sara’s thing. She would go to them just to dance. Maybe hang out with a few people but she mostly liked to keep to herself. One night she had once again crushed everyone in dancing and began to feel like this wasn’t enough. She knew all the dances and moves so much that she could practically do them in her sleep. Then it’s as if her fantasies came to life. The coach she had been following had reached his hand out through the screen. At first Sara was sure it was just her imagination until he spoke

“Are you going to take my hand or not?”

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked taken aback at the situation

“Me? I’m Wanderlust. Like the coach. Now listen to me. Your an amazing dancer and I need your help. We are under attack from a powerful dark force and the only way to stop her is to create an army more powerful than hers. I need your help.” Wanderlust said with worry and sorrow in his voice. As much as Sara wanted to believe him, she didn’t understand why she had been chosen. She wasn’t all that great and was a human.

“Me? How am I supposed to help?” Just as she was asking that the little disco ball that had fallen to the floor came to life and flew to her. She looked around the room and no one noticed what she was seeing. She began to wonder if they could even see it.

“See? Dicsoball chose you. We need you. Please,” Wanderlusts final plea had been revived, and Sara answered. She took his hand and felt her body be sucked into an alternate reality; if the term reality could even be used. When she landed she was on a beach.

“Care for a little tour before we go find the next to join?” Wanderlust asked. Sara knew there was only one right answer

“I thought u were trying to imply that we didn’t have much time” Sara joked

“Well… we have enough to take you on a tour. Come on, let me show you around.��� The music began playing and Sara dent the groove move her and she was dancing like crazy! She didn’t really know what she was doing but she was doing it. Her and Wanderlust went to space and glaciers and trains and more. When the song ended they were back at a beach but a different one. More people had joined the dance and everyone was laughing and smiling. That’s when Sara began to notice all the things that chanced about her. Her hair was in space buns and was a bright blue. She had on a green crop top with a yellow jacket. She also had a blue and green skirt. This is when the reality settled in. She had become a coach. She skin was pearly white and she had little freckles. Wanderlust looked the same though. Bright blue skin with a long braid and crown. As well as a red shirt, blue jacket and purple shorts. His whole outfit was regal as he was a prince. His parents were the king and queen. Their names were The Traveler and Si’ha Nova.

Wanderlust came up to her and gave her a high five and said “not all that bad, right?”

“No I guess not. Honestly that was really fun. Thank you,”

“No problem—” just as Wanderlust was finishing his sentence, the sky became dark and a large shadow figure appeared in the sky. She looked like a dark bird of some sort. She had a black dress with pink and red accents in places. Then dark forces of energy came. They looked like snakes on the ground. They slithered quickly and grabbed the other coaches. Now Sara was standing there in shock.

“Oh shit no…” Wanderlust began

“What… why… who the fuck was that?” Sara asked, stunned at what she had just witnessed.

“That? She’s who we’re fighting. Her name is Night Swan. She wants to take over the danceverses for herself. As the prince, it’s my job to protect them. There’s not a lot danceverses but each one of them deserves to be saved. Although would you consider like I don’t know maybe… a hundred thousand to be a lot? Because that’s how many I’m guessing there are,” Wnaderlust explained

“I have so many questions. One this Night Sean character. She’s the enemy? She looked like a princess,” Sara remarked out of fear

“Well technically she’s a queen and did you not see her take the other coaches? She’s powerful!” Wanderlust said

“Ok next question so all the places you took me… they were danceverses?” Sara asked

“Yes,” Wanderlust said

“Ok… so yes one hundred thousand is a lot. And a lot to protect. How are we supposed to do it as just the two of us?” Sara asked

“Well… that’s actually the easiest part of all of this. I can make a portal and we can travel. And if we want to win we’re gonna need more people. What do you say,” At Wanderlusts question, Sara thought for a while. The pondered what might happen if she said no. A whole other world might come crumbling down. But he also didn’t really need her, he could evidently get more people to join his cause. But there was also another what if. What if she chose to take his hand again and take the risk of losing her life to help others. What if this was all some sick prank or a dream. Sara knew she had little time to make a decision.

Did she even care? Well of course she did but she was scared. What did the future hold? What if by taking his hand that she could no longer be in the human world. Then she could never see her friends again. What if by now they are worried because she has yet to show up again. Or perhaps she would no longer be able to come back here. Sure she had lived like that for most of her life, but she had now made friends and it was fun and nice here. Aside from the Night Swan, everything was happy and calm.

She had decided. She wanted to be able to come back here. Sure, she didn’t know many people but she would soon. She wanted to make sure she had an opportunity to come back and visit.

She took his hand with a nod and with a flick of his wrist a portal appeared and Sara and Wanderlust were off to find someone else to help the cause.