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This is for narrowing down the fic I do for my idv goobers! To be evil I'm making it very vague on the choices! It must be on vibes. >:3

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I'm debating reopening this blog for silly rp stuff again. I'm a bit more free/have more wiggle room between classes again.

I think I'll sleep on it for now, but if I decide to, I might scamper around to see if I missed anything/catch myself up a lil bit -w-

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I forgot I finished this sdhfsakhfdsak.

TLDR: He's ment to be like a drowned ghost! It was kinda ment to reflect/mirror the general "cause of death" people chalked May's death to be. I also gave him a jacket from an important lore figure teehee.

I unfortunately forgot his full list of abilities I had planned for him, but I do know I wanted him to smack people with his lamp pole.

Hunter-Sona WIP

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Brief release from the dungeons of my hiatus

Y’all know what time it is. It’s time for the Yearly popularity poll for what lucky character is going to be featured on the front of my Artfight page. While this year I am going to do multiple of these polls, let’s start simple - What IDV Oc should be front and center?

Ref of what I mean from last year:

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Official Hiatus Post:

Due to my own disinterest in RPing these guys, school stuff, and generally falling behind on wtf is going on in the community, I think now is an appropriate time to announce I’m going on hiatus.

I dont necessarily have a timeline on when I might or might not hop back, but be assured, I hold these guys and the many fun rps I did do on here very fondly so it’s fairly likely I will shift my rambles to my main or via DMs. So please don’t worry!

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Finale -  Merry Christmas!

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

Wayne awoke with a start, tumbling off of his comfy chair and collapsing onto the floor with a resounding thud. He sprung up, his chest heavy with cold air, as the fireplace was now nothing but cold ashes. Morning light trickled in through the curtains as he looked around the room.

“I am alive! By Jove!” He laughed, a true smile covering his face for the first time in years. “But was it all a dream? Could it have been?”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

As he looked to the window, he ran to it, bracing his hands upon the sill. The sun was still low in the sky but the rosy colors of dawn were beginning to decorate the snow covered cobble streets. Below him he spotted three carolers, one holding a candle, one dancing as she sang, and one with a hood covering their face. 

“You there!” He called out to them, “Hello! What day is it?”

The caroller holding the candle looked at their friends curiously, then back up at Wayne. “It’s Christmas?”

“Christmas! Indeed! Merry Christmas! I have not missed it! I have time to make it alright!” He left the window to spin around the room and sing, hot tears streaming down his face. He collected himself quickly, and ran back to the window to see the carollers long gone, yet a boy was outside shoveling snow in the streets in their place. 

“Boy!” He called out to the teenager, who about jumped out of his skin. “Merry Christmas, child!”

“... Merry Christmas?”

“Do me a favor! Go to the butcher and get the largest goose you can find! Tell them Strickland sent you! Oh and tell them all of their debts are forgiven!” He rustled around in his nearby desk to pull out a small bundle of coins. He threw them down to the auburn haired boy and smiled, “Use that to pay for the goose! And keep the rest!”

The boy looked at the great deal of money in his hands with starry eyes and looked up at Wayne. “I… I will! Thank you, sir! Merry Christmas!”

“Yes! And a Happy New Year!” He laughed as the boy dropped his shovel to run off and gather the goose. “Ah. I have much to do.”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

The rest of Christmas morning, Wayne spent writing a great deal of letters. Most of them were notes of loan forgiveness, ensuring that all who had borrowed from him in the past were free to move on without debt. He also wrote a great deal of apology letters to those he had been unkind to. And lastly, he wrote a letter to Jaime, apologizing and not asking for forgiveness, only to see eachother again one day. 

When the goose was delivered he set off, knowing that he had a great deal left to do before the day was over. His first stop, which was quite hard to find and required asking about, was the home of Alden. 

He knocked upon the flimsy wood door with a great deal of awkwardness that only expanded when his employee appeared.

“Mr. Strickland!” Alden startled. “What are… I know I have the day off, sir! We talked about it yesterday! Is there an emergency? I really can’t-”

“Alden. All is well… I just…” Wayne cleared his throat. “I know that I have been rather… Stingy as an employer and I wanted to ensure that you and your family would have a proper Christmas dinner.” He held up the goose.

Alden’s eyes went wide as he looked at the massive bird. “Oh! Wow! Thank you! Thank you so much! That’s so kind of you! Here let me hold that for you.” He rushed to take the heavy item away from the old man and bring it inside.

Wayne stood at the doorway and coughed into his hand. The first part was complete. “Alden. One more thing.”

“Yes?” He called out from inside the house as he scrambled to find a place to find the monster of a bird. 

“You have been an excellent employee. A wonderful man. I was hoping that you would join me in… Well. We used to be Crowell and Strickland. Now we are just Strickland’s Loans. Would you like to… Oh god wait, what is your last name?”

“... You want me to be your business partner?”

“Yes! Absolutely!” Wayne smiled as Alden hugged him and gave the younger man a good pat on the back. 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Strickland. This is going to change everything for my family! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Alden.” Wayne decided he would just have to ask his last name again later. 

As Alden rushed off inside to tell the good news to his family, the old man smiled, knowing that they would be able to afford treatment for the little girl he had seen. That there would be no more Christmases Alden’s family spent unsure of the future. He hummed and walked off to his final destination for the day, a smile ever-present on his face.

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Soon he came upon a beautiful house decorated in holly, candles, candy canes, and many other festive things. He knocked upon the door and when his niece answered he smiled. 

“Hello,” he said, “I apologize for my rudeness yesterday… And the many days prior. I was wondering if I may still attend your party?”

“Oh Uncle!” Therese threw her arms around him. “I always save a place for you at the table! Of course! Please, come inside! Oh, what a wonderful Christmas this has turned out to be!”

Wayne nodded bashfully as he entered the room of shocked guests, all surprised the fabled and wicked Wayne Strickland had showed up. Yet, as the evening went on, every single person there including the old man himself had a merry time full of laughter, joy, and love. 

And for the first time in a long time, Wayne had a very merry Christmas. 

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

And now, a quick word from Emma!

A/N: Hello! This is the end of A Very IDV Christmas! Thank you all for reading! I know the writing has had it’s ups and downs (FINALS GRRR) But I have been so happy to share this holiday experience with all of you. Happy Holidays!

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Oh? Whats that knocking noise - Christmas Carolers?

OH SHIT SHIT SHIT

[Beep Boop! 30 min warning!]

Ah! Smell the festivity in the air! Christmas eve is just a few hours away! Its the perfect time to partake in some coca and curl up by the fire!

Keep an eye out! The finale of the fic will drop Tomorrow at 11:30 PST!

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Ah! Smell the festivity in the air! Christmas eve is just a few hours away! Its the perfect time to partake in some coca and curl up by the fire!

Keep an eye out! The finale of the fic will drop Tomorrow at 11:30 PST!

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Part 5 - So Above As Is Below

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

Wayne did not awake in his comfortable chair as he had both times prior. This time, he was laying with his back upon the snow staring up at the night sky, cold seeping into his skin through his night clothes. 

“I know,” he said louder than he ought to, “that I am not alone, spectre. I have met your compatriots already. The ghosts of Christmas Past and Present. You are… What did Allen say? Ah yes. The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.”

With this, a skeletal hand appeared above him, half covered in dark cloth, pointing to something. 

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

At this, Wayne stood up to look at whatever figure had arrived this time with so little theatrics. Above him was a ghost with long pink hair and a face which you could see the bone through. The ghost did not look at him either, only kept pointing at something in the distance, cloaked in black and emotionless. 

“You are,” Wayne said, “Rather quiet compared to your coworkers.”

The ghost did not reply.

Wayne stood up and brushed the snow off of himself with a sigh. “Well, lead on spirit.”

The ghost did not move. 

And so he looked to where the ghost was pointing and came to the striking realization that he had awoken in a graveyard. Snow covered carved stones around him as a chill began to overtake his spine. 

“Why are we here, spirit?” Wayne whispered, “This is… The future, yes?”

The ghost still pointed silently.

“Then, I have a guess.” He began to slowly walk in the direction the ghost pointed, the spectre following close behind and slowly lowering their hand. 

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

As they drew closer they came upon a grave. A rather paltry one. In front of a wooden slat was Alden, holding a small patchwork doll that was much worse than the one his daughter had made. 

“I… I tried to make one you would like, kiddo. I’m not the best with the needle. Too clumsy.”

Wayne stared as he walked closer and the ghost followed close behind. He did not say anything as his mouth hung ever so slightly open and his brows clenched together. 

Alden continued, tears beginning to stream down his face, “But your mom… Your mom is beside herself right now. And I wanted to make sure you had a good Christmas present… Merry Christmas, kiddo. I’m sorry that I couldn’t… That we…” He lowered his head to the wooden grave and cried. 

Wayne looked at the spectre. “The child? She died?”

The ghost only stared at him. 

“I knew… She was sick. But it could have been treated. It was expensive, sure, but… Alden could never have afforded it, but I could have… I didn’t do it… I should have. I could…”

There was so much to say and yet he was speechless. This child did not deserve death, indeed none did. Wayne’s heart ached in his chest and his own eyes began to tear up. 

The ghost showed no sign of a reaction and only pointed in another direction. 

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

“What could be worse? What could you have to show me that would change me beyond this?” Wayne tried to ask, but the ghost was not moved. And so, he began to trudge in the direction of where the The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come pointed.

A funeral. As he drew closer he saw two men lowering a coffin into a grave with drunken abandon as a priest read final rights. No one else was there.

“Poor bastard,” Wayne whispered. 

The men dropped the coffin carelessly on the final foot or so and the priest jumped, scolding them. 

“Father,” one of them said, “Good man. We are just helping him speed up his journey to Hell. Reaping. Sowing. You know how it is.” 

They both laughed and brushed off the dirt and snow as the priest finished the rights. 

“The nicest thing that man ever did,” the other man said, “Was die. How kind of him to make his last moments his best. How grand!”

The spectre moved closer as they all grabbed a shovel and Wayne watched in horror as they all withered away like dead leaves in winter, fluttering away in the wind. This left him standing there, alone, with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come and whoever was in the coffin below.

“What an awful scene…” Wayne mumbled. “Who could deserve such a funeral?”

The ghost looked at him, bright red eyes sending fear up through his neck and into his face. The spectre pointed at the gravestone. 

“Ah, so you can hear me. I was wondering,” Wayne said as he turned to look at whoever had been so hated in life to be treated with such disrespect in death. The words on his tongue grew to lead, though, as he saw the stone above the grave. 

‘WAYNE STRICKLAND’ was carved carelessly into the memorial before him.

“This was my funeral,” he whispered, “No one came… Though, who would. My only family… My niece I am unkind to. My workers, I don’t pay well. I have no friends or love. I am… Alone.” 

The ghost did not mock or comfort or say anything. Just lingered and watched. 

“Tell me, spectre. Is this future my destiny? Or can it be changed? Am I doomed to be unremembered, even scorned, in death as in life?”

No answer. Again. It was starting to grate on him. 

“If… If I am not to be saved, so be it. But the child can be saved. I have the ability to help her. I always did, I see that now, but I can go back to the present and I can begin to act! I understand I was wrong! Please!”

And the ghost was suddenly and quite terribly fast. Their hand shot out at Wayne’s neck and lifted him into the air as he struggled. 

“Please!” Was all he could say as he clawed at a hand that lacked flesh. 

The ghost looked at him, dead eyes.

And something changed.

The melted wicks upon their shoulders lit with fire and the sound of laughter, maniacal and familiar filled the air. A bell chimed four times. 

The ghost smiled. And dropped Wayne into the grave as all went dark. 

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

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Wait a second…. Where’s the star?!

Oh my god….

[Beep Boop] chapter will drop about 12:00 PM PST!

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how shining are your branches!

Beep Boop! The next part of the Christmas Carol event will come out tomorrow! Unfortunately due to finals, it will be at a delayed time rather than the usual 11:30 pst. But don’t worry! I’ll make a 30 minute update as per usual, so keep an eye out!

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Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how shining are your branches!

Beep Boop! The next part of the Christmas Carol event will come out tomorrow! Unfortunately due to finals, it will be at a delayed time rather than the usual 11:30 pst. But don’t worry! I’ll make a 30 minute update as per usual, so keep an eye out!

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[Beep Boop!] This is your voting reminder as today is the final day! If you have any last minuate votes or campaining - now is the time!

Hello! This is a small poll for a small event type thing I wanna do while I have free time over break. While originally, I had planned for like… some epic RP thing- I kinda have been left with 0 ideas for that due to finals.

So instead I raise some silly interactive events yall can pick from instead. I’ll give a full week for voting- so if you’re really passionate for one uh idk you have time to get people to spam it ig.

Please Note though: I might revisit these if I have time/want stuff to do idly throughout the year!

Elaborations on the Voting options:

Letters in Character - A spin on some other mini events from members in the community! You can send a letter to my muse or request one to your muse. Fun lil writing exercise.

Art Prompts - I’ll make a list of silly things I wanna draw and you guys can tell me what yall want me to doodle. Some fun! Some lore related! Some just me being evil and fucked up!

HC Requests - You can request silly Headcannons and mini fic type musings from one of your fave lads!

Holiday Event - I plan on doing something silly regardless, but this option will let me know you’re only interested in something festive and seasonal rn on the blog. :]

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PART 4 - I LIKE LIFE

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

Wayne awoke in his rocking chair once again, the clock still reading midnight. The fire was even still glowing with soft embers as if no time had passed at all and indeed, maybe it had not. 

“These dreams,” he said to himself, though he was uncertain that they were such, “Are far too much for me.”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

A loud laugh sounded from his kitchen, one that sounded high and sweet and feminine, like a chiming bell. All of the hairs on the back of Wayne’s neck stood up as he looked towards the door that led to said room, where a bright warm glow was radiating from under the wood. He had not left the lights on, he knew this, and none of his lights were so bright.

With a great, shaky sigh, he stood up and slowly began towards the door. The sound of laughter continued, as did the sound of clinking glasses and pouring wine. The doorknob was warm as he turned it, as if someone had held it just before him. 

And when he entered his kitchen, his jaw dropped.

There were piles of cakes and pastries in the center of it all. Frosting, sugar, berries, all of it in a gargantuan pile in the center of the room in the shape of a throne. Upon this throne, sat a woman in heaps of luxurious green and red velvet. Her whole ensemble was dripping with embroidery and furs and holly and upon her head sat a crown of candles, that reminded him of the ghost he had seen only a few moments prior. 

She was holding a golden goblet and pouring a very generous helping for herself when he stumbled in. “Oh! Wayne, dear! Hello there! Hello! Merry Christmas, darling! Merry Christmas, babes!”

He stared up at this figure in shock. 

“Oh close your jaw. You’ll get wrinkles. At least, you’ll get even more,” the woman laughed, “You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Dear Allen warned you. And the Ghost of Christmas Past was already here! Would you like a drink? Maybe a little snack?”

“Who are you?”

With the grace of a dancer, the spectre crawled down from her throne and stood before the old man with a grin. With great horror he realized that she was incredibly tall, about ten feet or so. Her wine glass was about the size of his head. 

She said, “I am the Ghost of Christmas present. I’m here to show you the good times you are missing out on by being such a--”

“Please, spectre. You’re compatriot could not change my mind and neither will you. Leave my home and let me be.”

The ghost still smiled and shook her head, “My dear friend simply laid the groundwork so I could build on it a bit, ya know? Don’t act like you aren’t a little spooked.”

“Leave me be, spirit. I beg of you.”

The ghost waggled her finger. “Ah ah ah! I am here to help you learn the joys of Christmas! And understand the joys you have been denying other people! By the time I’m through with you, you will be loving life! Or at least liking it… Or at least not making everyone around you hate being alive, you know?”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Before Wayne could respond to such a sentiment, the ghost reached into her goblet and threw her hand in the air, causing a rain of glitter to fall down upon the pair like snow. He tried to bat the sparkles away, sneezing and coughing a bit, but when he opened his eyes he was, once again, somewhere new. 

He was at some sort of gathering with many people in their best attire. A lovely woman played piano in the corner of the room, some sort of holiday song while everyone danced and laughed and drank. Everyone smiled. 

“Where am I now, spectre?” he paused, “Or, I suppose you cannot tell me, like the last ghost.”

“Oh I know! I always know where the party is, silly! Look around! Look nice and hard!”

Wayne huffed and looked around, only to startle at the sound of a glass being hit with a fork. At the center of the ballroom stood his niece. She held up the wine glass with a smile and everyone in the room paused their merriment to look at her. 

“Hello, my dear friends! I will leave you to your dancing and drinking in just a moment, but first! I would like to make a toast.”

The entirety of the room raised their glasses as well as she delicately cleared her throat.

“To Christmas! To the darkest of times being over soon! To friends and family! And to my Uncle Wayne, who could not make it to today’s feast.”

At the mention of Wayne multiple glasses were put back on tables, no longer raised and multiple grumbles filled the room. The ghost cackled as she took one of the unattended glasses and took a drink for herself.

Therese took their disdain well, only chuckling lightly. “I know. I know. However, Wayne is my dear uncle. He is family! And Christmas is all about family.”

A partygoer, who Wayne did not recognize snorted and called out, “He’s a self righteous asshole.”

Wayne sneered at them, even though they couldn’t see him. 

His niece put her hand to her heart and continued. “You must understand, my dear friends. My mother, bless her soul, left this world as I came into it on a Christmas night not too dissimilar to this one… Part of me wonders if that is why old Wayne is so cold. I want to believe that, maybe one day his heart will mend and I will be able to see what my mother saw in him.”

Wayne’s shoulders slumped. He had not given the girl the time of day, not in the many years since she had been born. She had always been nothing but a reminder of the dearest loved one he had lost. 

“She’s awfully nice to you,” the ghost said, “and you’re not so nice to her. Imagine what May would say…”

“I… may have been unfair to Therese. I understand this, at the very least.”

The ghost clapped her hands and laughed. “Oh! Well isn’t that something! Let’s keep the good times rolling then, yeah? To another party!” She reached into the punch bowl and pulled out yet another hand of sparkling green glitter that covered the world in light. 

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

When the last of the magic had rained down onto the ground, Wayne found himself standing in a much, much smaller room. It reminded him of his childhood home, barely livable, yet extremely lived in. 

In the center of the hovel stood two figures, a small girl (who was chiefly focused on sewing some sort of toy) and Alden. 

The little girl had long blonde hair and a sweet smile. She seemed to favor one leg over the other, but did not bother using a crutch as she sat. 

“Aw,” said the ghost, who was now much smaller so as to fit into such a small room, “Cute kid.”

“I… I did not know Alden had a child.”

“Have you ever asked?”

“...No.” Wayne admitted. Neither did he know that his employee was living in such conditions. Sure, the old man had often docked Alden’s pay for menial things, but it would have been enough for any man to live.

“Almost done with the goose!” Alden called out to his daughter and laughed, “It looks a bit… Alien, but I think it will do! I had to get a really skinny one if we were going to afford a goose this year but I don’t hate it! It’ll be enough food for the three of us!”

“I’m sure it will be great, father,” the girl said as she held up her stuffed doll. “Yes! I fixed him!” “Look at you, kiddo! Before you know it, you’ll be the world’s best sewer!”

“Do you mean seamstress, father?”

“Yes! That’s the word!” He laughed as he pulled out the goose from the stone oven. It looked perhaps a little burnt, and it was indeed a very skinny goose. Wayne cringed at the memories of living in such a manner.

The ghost leaned on his shoulder and shook her head. “Don’t turn up your nose now, rich boy. That was you once upon a time.”

“That is why I disdain it.”

“You pay him. You’re the reason he lives like this.” The ghost studied her nails and drank from her goblet. 

He turned to her with a scrunched nose. “If he wastes his money on menial things, that is a commentary on his character not mine.”

“Menial things?” The ghost raised her eyebrow. “Do you see any trinkets or baubles throughout this house? Finery? Rugs? Drapes? Fine china? Hell, good vodka?”

Wayne looked about but could not find anything that did not seem to be made (and quite poorly at that) by hand. “He,” Wayne huffed, “is probably gambling it all away then, as my father did.”

“I don’t think so. Look harder.” She grabbed his face and forced him to look at the little girl, who was making her plush doll toddle about.

Her cheeks were oddly gaunt for someone so young and her eyes sagged a bit. She looked tired. Little hands, which were happy to play, were shaking with weakness and she hunched ever so slightly in her chair. 

She was ill. Gravely so.

“Poor child…” Wayne whispered.

“Medicine is expensive. They can only rarely get treatment and without the proper care,” the ghost shook her head, “She’s getting worse.”

As if hearing the grave prophecy the ghost whispered in the ear of the old man, the little girl began to cough. It was a dreadful cough, like she was drowning on land. Her father ran over to her side, his normally smiling face stricken with sudden panic as he held her. 

“Just… Just breathe, kiddo,” Alden whispered.

“She can’t, you fool,” Wayne said with despair dripping off of his words like condensation. He turned to the ghost in desperation and asked, “How long does she have, if she is not being treated?”

“I don’t know. The future is not my domain. I only know the present is grim. You are not without the power to make it better,” she crossed her arms.

He looked at the ground, shame finally beginning to grab hold in his soul. 

“Come,” said the ghost, “His wife will be home soon and she is not a fan of yours, no matter how much Alden defends you.”

“He defends me?” Wayne asked, incredulously as he followed her out into the snowy streets and the house disappeared behind them. 

Now, standing in a snowy street that lacked any houses, the ghost turned to him with calm eyes. “In the present, yes. I do not know if he will continue to do so in the future. That is not for me to know.”

He sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. “The girl is already sick. I cannot change my past actions, spectre.”

“You can change what you do from here on out, though,” she said as she reached up to pull a candle off of her crown. “You can make the present filled with joy and love. The present is yours Wayne. The future is yet to come. The past is unchangeable, but the present is where change happens. Remember this, silly mortal.”

She dropped the candle onto her robes, which immediately lit up into flames. Wayne stumbled back as fire engulfed her dress as she laughed. 

“Good luck, babes! Remember what I told you!” She began to dance about as the fire drew up higher and higher and licked her face as her eyes glowed gold with embers. “And Wayne dear! Good luck with the next spectre! Real doozy that one!”

Light filled Wayne’s eyes as she giggled and all went dark.

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

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Oh God Damn it

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Fa la la la la!! la! la! la! la!

Surely no pesky birds will disturb it!

Additionally, the next chapter of the Christmas Carol fic will be out at 11:30 PST TOMMOROW! Be on the look out!

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Fa la la la la!! la! la! la! la!

Surely no pesky birds will disturb it!

Additionally, the next chapter of the Christmas Carol fic will be out at 11:30 PST Thursday! Be on the look out!

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PART 3 - A FLICKER OF THE PAST

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

Wayne awoke in his old sitting chair by the fire with a great start. He laughed, “What a nightmare. Allen coming back from the dead? Hilarious.”

The old man looked at the grandfather clock and realized midnight was nigh and part of him, a very small and frightful part of him, looked about for some spectre. “Oh how silly,” he said, “I am such a fool.”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

He turned to the embers that were smoldering in the fireplace and stood up to begin to look for a log to stoke the flames again. As he walked towards the firepoker a single ember jumped up from the ashes and began to grow. It fluttered upwards and out into the room as it became unnaturally large. Wayne could not help but stare.

And from that ember a face began to form, as well as a neck, then shoulders. And soon, before Wayne stood a figure in all white and gold with holly around their lapel. A large candle snuffer sat on their head, which was wreathed in what could have been hair, but glowed a soft golden light just as it had when it was an ember. 

Wayne said, “I must still be dreaming.”

“You knew I was coming,” a voice echoed about the room, but the figure's mouth did not move. “I don’t know why you are acting so surprised.” They raised their eyebrows. 

He looked at them from his place by the fireplace. “You ought to leave.”

“No, I don’t think so. We don’t have time to argue, Wayne. Stand up and let’s go.”

“Who are you?”

“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. I feel like that’s self explanatory.”

Wayne did not respond and the ghost huffed. At least, they looked like it, there was no sound.

They continued, “To understand how it ended up this way, we need to figure out how things were. All of the Christmases before, or at least the important ones. So, come on.” They gently stamped their foot upon the ground and great glowing roots began to crawl out of the floor and surround the two. Wayne tried to run, but he tripped upon the wood and fell. 

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

He landed in soft snow. 

As he dusted the snow off of his eyelashes and sat up he recognized where he was and it was not, in fact, his living room. He was in front of his home, but not the grand home he lived in now. It was the one he grew up in when he was small. 

“What is this?” he asked the spectre, his face turning red in anger.

“It is not my past, Wayne. I wouldn’t know.” They replied calmly as they leaned upon the fragile wood of the house. “But I do like this place more than your current one. It’s more of a home. I wonder what makes this so much more comforting.”

Before Wayne could answer the front door swung open to see May Strickland. His little sister. Alive. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and she was smiling brightly. Her clothes were covered in patches, barely held together but on her head was a new pair of earmuffs Wayne had managed to buy her with the money he had saved up. 

“Wayne!” she cried and began to run towards him.

He reached out to her, but she simply ran through him as if he were mist.��

The ghost shook their head. “They can’t see you. You can’t touch them, either.”

“I gathered that,” Wayne snapped. 

He turned to look at where his sister had run to and found himself. A younger, happier version of himself embracing his sister with a smile. His face had smudges of lamp oil and his hair was a mess, but he was so happy. 

“I got you a gift,” May said to his younger self.

“May, I told you--”

“No, please don’t worry! Look, I made it!”  She handed him a fabric doll. The stitching was weak and messy but young Wayne held it tightly to his chest.

“I love it, May. Merry Christmas.”

She laughed. “Merry Christmas.”

The Ghost of Christmas Past leaned over Wayne’s shoulder as he watched and once it was over, looked at him curiously. “She seems nice. And she likes Christmas. So did you, it seems.”

“She died,” Wayne sneered, “five years later. On Christmas day. Giving birth to my niece.”

The ghost nodded and stepped back. All was quiet for a moment as they looked at the figures laughing and fading in the distance. “There must be some Christmas you remember fondly. Let’s see…”

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And the roots began to grow up from the ground again. This time, Wayne’s head was not buried in the snow and he was able to watch as the wood covered the landscape like creeping vines, morphing and molding them into something new, releasing them when they were perfect. As the glowing roots receded, the pair were left standing in the middle of a party, a Christmas party with holly and drinks and fancy outfits. 

“Ohhhhh,” for the first time the spirit’s mouth moved upwards into a teasing smile, “interesting.”

Wayne looked around to see what they could possibly be referring to and froze as he saw himself, still much younger dancing. Within his arms was another young man with fluffy red hair and smiling green eyes. 

“Who is that?” the ghost whispered in his ear.

Wayne cleared his throat. “Um. Jamie. We were good friends.”

“Good friends. Sure.”

Jamie laughed as Wayne twirled him around and “accidentally” stumbled into the poor man's chest. “Oh goodness!” Jaime laughed. “Maybe I’ve had too much to drink!”

His younger self blushed and shook his head. “You haven’t had anything to drink at all.”

“Hmmmm. Interesting. Are you sure I don’t smell like alcohol?”

“Not at all.”

“Really?” Jaime leaned in until they were nose to nose and whispered, “Are you sure?”

A cackle surrounded them as the spectre laughed, “Friends! Really good ones, I bet!”

Wayne sighed. “We were… Something more, yes. But it didn’t last.”

“Why?”

Wayne did not respond and the ghost, seeing an opportunity, covered the world in roots again as the scene changed into that of an office. Allen sat not far from a younger Wayne, counting coins and laughing. 

“My good friend,” he laughed, “what an excellent Christmas Eve this has turned out to be.”

Wayne watched as his younger self nodded politely, despite the heavy bags under his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

The older Strickland turned to the ghost and whispered, as if he could be heard, “This was before Allen decided to make me a business partner. He had me working like a dog.”

“Clearly. Christmas Eve? Wouldn’t that time be better spent with… Jaime?” The ghost mused as they looked at the clock, where evening was promptly displayed in number form. 

As if summoned by his name, the red head entered the store. His soft eyes were pulled down in defeat, which Wayne had not remembered. He had, apparently, been too busy looking at the calculations on the paper in front of him to notice. 

“Wayne, dear,” Jaime said, “ it’s getting late.”

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

Allen looked up and pursed his lips to avoid smiling. “I will leave you two alone. Enjoy lovebirds!”

Jaime only stepped closer to his love. “I brought mistletoe,” he tried, “you know what that means.”

“I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Stop saying that. Stop pushing me away, Wayne. Please. We haven’t talked in so long. It’s Christmas Eve. We should be drinking cocoa or making snowmen.”

The young Wayne looked up at him and said, “We aren’t children anymore, Jaime. Please, I have work to do.”

The old man felt his heart wither. He had not remembered being so cruel and he looked at the spectre for some kind hint that maybe this was all a trick. That he had not said these things. But he knew it to be so. 

Jaime tried one last time. “But I love Christmas,” he said quietly.

“We may celebrate next year.”

The ghost cringed and looked at the old man with disappointment. “Even if you hated Christmas, he didn’t. That wasn’t…”

“But I didn’t hate Christmas. Not then at least. I just wanted to have enough money to be worthy of him. We couldn’t live a life of poverty. I had lived a life like that and it is painful, spectre. I could not subject him to that.”

“And yet subjected him to loneliness instead?”

Wayne had nothing to say as he watched Jaime turn his back on his younger self and walk towards Allen’s desk and drop a ring upon it. 

The ghost raised an eyebrow “A ring? You were engaged?!”

“No! No… He was going to propose. He left it with my paycheck and I didn’t find out until the end of the day…”

“Brutal.” The ghost said as they reached down and picked up what seemed to be a sort of bow out of nowhere. It glowed orange and yellow and red, just like the sun. Just like the ghost. And as an arrow appeared in the ghost's hand they looked sharply at Wayne. 

“What are you doing?” he said.

They smiled. “You have seen the past. My role here is done.” As quick as lightning they fired off a shot into Wayne’s foot.

He cried out as red hot pain filled his leg. 

“Yes. The past can hurt. I understand. But you must learn from it.” Another arrow into the other foot.

“What are you doing?” He cried out.

They knocked their final arrow and leveled it between Wayne’s eyes and smiled. “Now you must see the present. Say hi for me.”

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

And now, a quick word from Emma!

A/N: Howdy Hey! Half way through! I’m not entirely in love with the ~rhythm~ of this piece this time put I can deal. Please enjoy and see you next time with some Tatya funsies!!!

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [2 Characters Unlocked!]

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IS THAT ANOTHER FUCKING PARTRIDGE?!

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After fishing out yet another partridge from my pear tree, I can confirm the next chapter of the Christmas Carol retelling will come out tomorrow! Be sure to keep an eye out! 🎄