Phic Phight - The Little Toaster Who Could, Is An Asshole
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Toaster powers go! Terrorise the half-dead teen that hates toast! He deserves it! According to Wes at least.
Wes glares at Danny, Danny stares back in unbridled glee.
Wes flips him off, Danny flips him off right back… before doing double finger guns and sticking out his tongue.
Wes slams down the notebook he’d been using in an attempt to ‘write down’ his ‘proof’, not that written shit counted for shit with any of this shit, pointing aggressively at Danny; Danny points at himself too just very mockingly.
“Would you two stop making all my staff laugh? They have jobs to do and you’re half way to me just kicking you out”.
Wes rounds on the manager or owner lady, “but he is dead! He threw eggs at me! Invisible eggs!”.
Danny’s grin from the front doorway is a bit manic, “where would I even get invisible eggs! Huh Wes! Ever think about that one!”.
“Fuck you!”.
“Fuck yourself!”.
“You dated a damn harpy!”.
“Are you saying I unalived my own eggs!”.
“Why are you censoring yourself!”.
“Because you’re a weak little baby boy bitch!”.
“We are the SAME AGE!”.
“Say that to time daddy’s face! I dare you!”.
The owner lady throws her hands up, snapping, “out! Get out!”, at Wes.
Wes looks afronted, because he is, “what? Just me?!”, gesturing at Danny aggressively, “him????”.
She sighs, “he’s not actually inside my store, you are. Out”. She’s thankfully when Wes actually leaves, even if the teen hurls his ‘research’ at the Fenton boy first and runs after the Fenton kid when said Fenton starts sticking the notebook in his mouth and shaking his head back and forth like a feral dog.
There was something very wrong with both of those boys. Something very very wrong. The Fenton boy was definitely not dead though, that would be far too normal for a Fenton so unhinged.
Wes grabs the end of his notebook, Danny does not stop shaking his head though, resulting in Wes’s lanky ass getting flung and smacked around. Danny intentionally makes his mouth frothy for added rabies effect. Making Wes have to shake off, and pull a tooth out of, his notebook once he does successfully rip it out of Danny’s mouth. “Your existence is a crime and affront to god”.
Danny open mouth grins cheerily, “I thought I already established that the day I was reborn into death”.
Wes immediately writes that ‘quote’ down in his book.
Danny stares judgingly, “are you writing all my word weavy bullshit down? Really? That’s kinda sad, man”.
Wes scowls back, “that’s the thirty-second different way you’ve described being dead, one day that will add up and people won’t be able to deny me”.
“You’re gonna be great for my Wikipedia article one day, when you work for me as my maid”.
“Fuck you”.
“It’s still easier for you to fuck yourself you know”.
Wes tackles him, “oh how I wish someone else had to see you and your bullshit!”.
Danny scowls with feeling, slapping Wes a couple of times as they roll around on the ground getting muddy as fuck since it was raining out, “why would you say that! The curs-ed word! Banishment to the sinner! Boo!”.
“BOO YOURSELF!”.
“HOW DARE YOU! THAT’S MY LINE!”.
“YOU STARTED IT, I’LL FINISH IT!”.
“YOU CAN’T FINISH THE EXISTENCE OF A PHRASE YOU DIPSHIT!”.
“JUST LIKE YOU COULDN'T FINISH OFF YOURSELF PROPERLY!”.
Danny snarls, “I’m going to break you like a toothpick”, and pins Wes down using more arms than humanly possible.
Wes wishes he had his camera.
Wes does not have his camera.
At least Danny’s stupid ass ain’t heavy enough to break his ribs. “You weigh less than a bag of potatoes, go ahead and try”.
Now if Wes was a ghost, and thus could just reform a torn off limb, Danny would actually break his arm. But Wes is human and thus can’t do that. Meaning Danny can’t do that to him. Oh the woes of being morally in the right. If Wes were Vlad and a billionaire then Danny’d just burn down his house in recompense. Is he mentally using the word wildly wrong? Mostly likely, shut up Jazz.
Besides, Vlad would take the arson as a compliment and praise him.
Wes huffs, tired, “are you going to clean me off or not?”. Danny smirks and turns the teen intangible, all the muck falling through the teen… as well as all of his clothing except his underwear. Danny running off immediately while sticking his tongue out and cackling; all while Wes is scrambling up off the ground, wadding his re-soaked muddy clothes up, and hurling them after Danny.
They nail Danny in the head, making the stupid half-ghost face-plant into a streetlight. Wes shouting, “HA!”.
But Danny scrambles up himself, grabs the clothing, and holds them above his head, “mine now bitch! THE SPOILS OF WAR BELONG TO THE VICTOR!”.
Leaving Wes huffing, panting, by himself, slowly realizing that now he has to walk home muddy and practically naked… “Zone DAMN IT PHANTOM!”.
Danny, in distance, can be heard shouting, “GET WRECKED!”, by more than a handful of people. Everyone and their mother knowing that means the Fenton and Weston kids had gone at it again.
Danny floats down through the rarely used ‘attic’ grinning to himself, he felt like he accomplished a lot today. Looking around for an empty box, he is absolutely packaging up Wes’s clothes -without washing them- and mailing them through the post back to him. They were gonna be rank when the guy opened it up. Ha! What fun!
Transforming back as he finds a suitable box and some packing tape; dropping the clothing in unceremoniously with a feral grin.
Unfortunately it looks like today’s tomfuckery wasn’t quite done with him, as a voice he’s never heard (he thinks) shouts, “oh what the freshy fruity fuck!”.
Danny jumping up and spinning around, right, fuck, Wes saying a stupid wish. Fucking asshole! He should know better! And of course Danny would have been too distracted tormenting Wes to have noticed his ghost sense going off. Ancients end him entirely.
Thing is though? There’s no one. Like, actually no one, “what the?”. Oh is someone spying on him again? Someone who’s not Vlad?
And whom probably doesn’t have positive-ish motives for it?
That would be his luck after all.
The voice pipes back up again, “how the Hell do I! Me! Find this massive crap out! Are you always so pissy wissy with your shitty shit!”.
Danny starts pushing stuff around to figure out where the Zone the Voice is coming from.
It’s…
It’s a fucking toaster???
A TOASTER?????
The toaster seems disgruntled, the toaster flings itself at Danny’s face.
Danny promptly swats it into a wall.
Why is a toaster talking to him? How is a toaster talking to him? It attacked him! Sure that last part wasn’t super weird since Technus assaulted him with random appliances all the time, but still.
“Oh cool, a wall, as if being a toaster wasn’t hard enough”.
“Why are you talking?! How!”.
The toaster flops from side to side in a weird version of walking at Danny vaguely aggressively, “oh you know, only your happy pappy toasterifying me for the fuckin’ lolly lols or some somersault shit”, it uses its cord to throw a picture frame vaguely in Danny’s direction. Apparently the toaster had some pent up rage.
Fair.
So did Danny.
Danny side steps the picture frame, “and when did he do this? How even? You are like a whole ass person in there?”.
The toaster seems infuriated, slapping its cord around, “of course I am, numbnuts! I wasn’t born as no tinker toy bullshit! Who the fuck would give birth to a toaster!”, the toaster spits toast at him.
Danny is highly offended. He really hates toast.
Like if the universe had created one true evil it would be in the form of toast and only toast. Always toast. “Don’t spit toast at me! You absolute heathen!”.
“I’ll spit what I diddly darn wanna! Fuck you! I’m your upperclassman any ways, Fenton! So deally wheelly!”.
Oh ancients his dad turned one of his classmates into a fucking toaster. A toaster that’s spitting more roasted toast at him likely out of spite. Danny impales a piece into the wall with an ice spear.
The toaster snares, “don’t abuse my creations!”.
“Like Hell I won’t! Fuck toast!”, Danny tries tackling the toaster, it uses its cord to grab on to a lamp and effectively flee from Danny’s would be constrictive grasp. Danny shouting, “do you want to be detoasted or not!”.
“Oh it’s too late for that, you douchey canoey! Your poopy poppy sold that ‘ish to a Cullen Family wannabe actor with rich sauce for flavouring!”
Fucking Vlad! Ancients. Danny swears that, the sometimes vaguely evil, ‘mentor’/‘uncle’ of his gets into more weird shit than Danny did. And Danny’s the one who more or less infected an entire town with death, so that’s a feat and a half. Danny grinning, “I know that cash money bitch, I can take you there if you!”, another piece of toast is fired off, “just!”, more toast spit, “stop!”, again! Toast!, “assaulting!”, more toast, “me!”, you guessed it! Toast, “with!”, annnnnnd TOAST, “toast!”.
The toaster growls, it sounds like the metal shit inside it is clanging around violently, but Danny does manage to tackle it and walk through the attic wall all while holding it at arms length like it’s a bomb.
More than a couple people see the Fenton boy just… walking down the street screaming shrieking practically incoherently at a toaster he’s holding as far away from himself as possible; the toaster is firing toast haphazardly into the air and shaking wildly every so often… as if there’s some kind of demonic possession fuelled conversation going on.
Absolutely no one approaches to ask. And that was only partly because a random construction worker got thrown by the toaster cord at one point.
One person did shout, “watcha got there?!?”, at the teen though. Who had just responded with, “A SMOOTHIE! AN ANGRY TOAST SMOOTHIE!”.
Wes saw a video of it, Wes cackled meanly. He might have had an embarrassing walk home but at least he had a new phone background photo.
Danny hurls the toaster at the door in lieu of knocking, at least his coordination does not suck and he catches the toaster as it bounces back at him. The toaster shrieking, “I will bake you like a crispy spaghetti bolognese!”.
“Are you a fucking toaster or an oven!”.
“I’m a McHeaty McMaddy bitch either way!”.
Vlad opens the door with, “‘Maddie’?”, he is clearly extremely confused.
Danny grumbling, figures, “of course you heard the ‘maddy’ part and no not mom, this thing just speaks like a fucking lunatic”, and practically shoves the toaster at Vlad’s chest, “here, I… I need your help. I have a sentient toaster, that knows I’m vaguely dead-ish, ‘cause I do not look out for fucking toasters when transforming and shit”.
The toaster vibrates against Vlad’s chest and fancy suit, “then you’re a stupidy stopidy bibidy bopidy fool!”. Vlad looks offended.
Fucking good, honestly. Danny huffing and continuing like he hadn’t been interrupted, “and apparently Jack toasterified this toaster that used to not be a toaster and instead be a person, and apparently mailed a ‘Cullen Family actor wannabe with rich sauce for flavouring’ -which must be you- the invention dad did this with because he no longer, and I quote, ‘trusty-wustied him selfie-welfie’. Please tell me you have more tolerance for toaster spit than I do”.
Vlad sighs heavily, it’s both fond and annoyed. The man lets him and the toaster in at least.
Of course then the toaster instantly flees from his grasp. Like a dick.
Both him and Vlad just watch the thing fling itself around the mansion with its cord and ‘feet’. Vlad blinking, “this is somehow the strangest thing I’ve ever had to help you with”.
“I know right?”.
…”why is it a toaster?”, the toaster attempts to toast some of Vlad‘s paperwork, it unfortunately works. “I’ll admit to not believing that odd letter Jack sent about making a teenage toaster, I regret that decision deeply”.
“That’s fair”.
They both have to rush to put out the fire the toaster’s started, Danny shouting, “there is something seriously wrong with you!”.
“I’VE BEEN A TOASTER FOR A YEAR! HOW WOULD YOU FUCKY WHUCKY FEELY ABOUT THAT!”.
Danny nods acceptingly while chasing the thing, “I’d cry”. It’s true. He would.
Vlad actually laughs while helping with the chase, “yes the horror of being something that near exclusively creates your one true hate and fear”.
“Says the alcoholic!”.
“I thought you liked drinking with me?”.
Danny stops and shrugs at the man, “I mean yeah, but you kinda got a bit of an issue that we should probably sort out some day”, eyeing the toaster sucking in one of the portraits Vlad had done of them together. Vlad was going to kill this toaster at this rate, and fuck Danny might let him. “Preferably not now though, Sweet Ancients”.
Vlad hits the toaster with a broom, “bad! No! You spit that out right now!”.
“It’s not a cat, Vlad”.
“Well then it should not behave like one”.
The toaster escapes from the broom, knocking over a fancy glass top table shaped like a jaguar.
Danny grumbling and slipping on some glass, “at least it can’t vomit a painting up like a fucking hairball!”.
“I would absolutely make you clean that up, consider it a lesson on responsibility”.
“I do enough chores at home, Vladdie!”.
“And how many times have I offered to come and help?”.
“And how many times have I told you the labs too dangerous?”. Danny glares at the toaster as it bounces up and down on a fancy keurig, “hey! Leave the superior appliance alone!”. The coffee machine blows up.
“Die coffeefee!”
Oh yeah, fuck this toaster majorly. It spits more toast at Danny as if hearing his mental insult.
Vlad rolls up his sleeves, hands glowing some and stalking ominous after the feral machine. Danny throwing a pillow at him and at the toaster, a couple cat toys going sailing as well; one goes right into the toaster even. “Don’t actually kill it! That’s a person! Unfortunately!”.
“Y’all couldn’t killy billy me even if ya tried anyway!”.
“Do you want to die!”.
Vlad frowns at Danny, “somethings do, in fact, deserve to die. This is one of them”.
“No!”.
Ah say hello to the one thing neither of them can ever actually agree upon. Meanwhile the fucking toaster jingles, cat toy must have had a bell on it then.
Maddie the cat comes out of nowhere and bodily tackles the toaster, batting at it wildly.
She desires her toy. It has her toy. It will now be her toy!
The toaster shrieks and waddles away on its ‘feet’ rapidly, Maddie the cat smacking the ground after it trying to attack its cord, butt wiggling and paws flailing.
Vlad looks incredibly proud, “atta girl, Maddie”. Hell, even Danny’s incredibly proud, what a good cat. Fluffy and ferocious.
Vlad absolutely punts the toaster into the corner of wall mounted oil candle when it tries to shoot Maddie the cat with toast. Snarling, “I will end you”. Unfortunately he’s not quick enough with the ecto-blast to even singe the thing. It was one fast toaster.
Danny putting his hands on his knees and wheezing, toaster assaulting the chandelier, “how, how are we, getting the runaround, by a, by a fucking, toaster?”.
Vlad huffing with his hands on his hips, “when is anything your father messes with easy to resolve?”.
“Never?”.
“That’s what I thought”.
“Fuck, you”.
“I love you too Daniel”.
“Ancients you are, a weird uncle”.
“And you’re a weird godson”.
Which was probably the only reason this mentorship shit even worked at all. Both of them were way too fucking weird. Everything around them was always way too fucking weird.
Case and point?
The toaster managed to unhook the chandelier, which has now crashed down to the ground in a hail of tiny expensive diamonds.
But Maddie the cat is on a mission. A mission that shall not be deterred by any mess or wonton destruction. She bites the toasters cord and flings it around wildly like it’s a mouse she’s playing with.
A mouse she will keep playing with until it dies and stops moving.
She flings it up in the air and catches it by the cord again, regardless of the toaster trying to avoid that. “MAKE THE BATTY’S CATTY STOP!”.
“No”.
“Naw”.
To be fair, it was kind of hilarious. And Vlad and Danny were telekinetically moving anything sharp out of Maddie the cat’s way so she wouldn’t get hurt while she had her fun.
“Maybe I like being a toaster! Ever think about that!”
Both Vlad and Danny give simultaneous deadpanned, “why?”’s.
Maddie the cat flops herself on the toaster body, its cord still in her mouth, as she purrs happily and swishes her tail around lazily. She doesn’t look like she has any intention of releasing the toaster.
So the two halfa’s walk over and stare down at the toaster. The toaster pipes up dejectedly, “okay maybe that was a lie. I am angry and touch starved”.
“Fuckin’ mood”.
“That I can understand, to a degree”.
Danny and Vlad eye each other before both chuckling fondly.
“…help?”.
Maddie the cat purrs loudly.
Vlad smirks down at the thing, “oh I don’t know about that, Maddie looks quite content were she is”.
“I concur”.
Vlad blinks and grins wide, “glad to see your vocabularies improved”.
“You hired me a tutor, how couldn’t it?”.
“Money well spent, then”.
“HELLO! You CUCKY DUCKY’S gonna HELP!”.
Vlad makes a face, “I think you’d benefit from a tutor as well”, straightening his suit, and huffing, “but very well, I suppose”.
Danny chuckling, “I’ll keep an eye on murder mittens and her prey”. More so for Maddie the cat’s well being and not the toaster from Satan’s asshole’s well being.
…
Vlad gets the thing Jack mailed him, he never threw out anything Daniel’s parents sent him, in case he one day needed to use it to prove their neglect to outright abuse in a court of law. Someday CPS was going to have a field day with the case of a lifetime and then some.
Danny glances at the… rubber duck? As Vlad comes back over. “What?”.
Vlad rubs his forehead, “I was confused as well. It actually gets worse, some how”. Vlad bops the things on the head, causing it to inflate into a twenty foot tall rubber duck.
The toaster snarls, “damn you, ducky fucky! Damn you!”.
Danny picks Maddie the cat up off of the toaster while making ‘I’m watching you’ motions with his free hand at the toaster.
The toaster, knowing it’s beat and fearing the cat, does not move.
Vlad picks up the massive duck and drops it on the toaster, it absorbs the toaster and promptly spits a teenager out of its beak. The teenager landing on his back in a crumbled heap.
Danny blinks, “what the fuck dad? I have way too many questions”. The teen coughs up a jingly ball cat toy and Maddie the cat launches herself out of Danny’s arm at the ball as it rolls away; fluffy legs trying to carry her faster than she can go.
The teen stands up, hunched over with his limbs all spread apart like he’s attempting to take a fighting pose while also being extremely grossed out.
Danny blinks, “sooooo, you gonna tell anyone?”. Vlad sighs in exasperation.
The teen slowly looks to Danny, who gives him a hopeful look. “Fucking why? I got turned into a toaster, accosted two deady teddy’s, beat up by a cat, and vomited out of a duck. Ain’t no one believing shit dick all”.
Danny chuckles, “that’s fair. Wes tries but everyone thinks he’s crazy and he ain’t claiming shit that weird”.
The teen raises an eyebrow at him, still having not moved any other part of him a single inch, “ya got another fucker who found out and is now trying to exposey woosey you? Ha! You suck”.
“Fuck you”.
Vlad ruffles Danny’s hair, “and my offer to sue the boy into silence or provide hush money still stands”.
“I’m kinda having fun with it honestly”.
“I’ve noticed, and support you terrorizing him entirely”.
The teen spits out a toast on to the floor, looks down and stares at it, then does it again. More toast flopping onto the floor, “huh. Yeah no. Fuck this shit I’m out”, and waddles back and forth out the front door like he still can’t move his legs.
…
Danny sighs slowly, “dad is so going to have to write an apology letter to that kid”.
Vlad rolls his eyes, “that man couldn’t be bothered to send me a single generic ‘get well soon’ card, you know he won’t do that”.
“Ugh”.
Danny absolutely has to get Jazz to write the apology letter, because Danny’s still to miffed about the toast assault to not come off as incredibly snide. Danny also collects as many toasts from Vlad’s place as he could and promptly dumped them on Wes in his sleep; he also finally mailed the box of muddy clothes.
The teen, meanwhile, absolutely spits toast at Jack the next time he sees the elder Fenton, it is absolutely caught on video. Said teen also turned out to be on the football team, which in typical Casper-high fashion, accepted him back on the team immediately. The Raven’s opponents were not prepared for the feral ex-toaster or his toast-related cruelty. Dash also later high-fived Danny, in the face, with a slice of toast as ‘gift’; Danny bit him without hesitation.
End.
PRompts: Danny's identity is found out in the funniest way possible.
"Whatch'a got there?" "A smoothie"
An unexpected person finds out Danny’s identity. (By unexpected I mean less his parents or Mr Lancer and more like, Star. Or Aunt Alicia. The more out there the better.)
"I..I need your help." BadgerCereal
Maybe Danny had been having a bit too much fun taunting Wes and even transforming in front of him. It was definitely coming back to bite him now…To be fair though, no one knew Desiree was right there.
Maddie (the cat) saves the day
Anything Badger Cereal (Vlad and Danny platonic father/son , mentor/apprentice )
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I don't know much about DID, so this is very interesting for me to learn about!
Question: is Batman aware of Jon's DID? If so, is he able to recognize the alters and switches, and does he interact with each of them differently?
I’m glad my silly little au is proving educational 🥰 if you ever have any DID related question you can always dm us we’re always happy to help people learn more
So: Is Batman aware of Scarecrows DID?
Yes absolutely - he already knew about DID/OSDD from being friends with Harvey and Co. (who I hc as being an OSDD system and knowing before becoming a villain) before he meet Scarecrow (well meet him properly, they’d crossed paths before either had donned their masks) so already knew a lot more then most and is a true ally to the DID/OSDD community.
Our Bat is much more of a caring figure I suppose who makes an effort to know what health things his Rogues has going on not to use against them but so he can avoid hurting them too much (e.g., he’d never kick Jon’s bad leg in a fight) so he knows about their DID.
The real question is does Batman know about his own plurality 👀
Can he recognise whose fronting and does he interact with them all differently? (Going out a read more so this isn’t too long for those who are just scrolling by)
Can he recognise them all?
Sometimes - there are little clues and habits they all have that he usually to differentiate them all (eg. If there’s singing he knows it’s going to be The Hessian and that he will likely get a little kiss) but he doesn’t get to spend as much time with them all as say Edward (whose the best at telling, as he likes to boast) so doesn’t always know for sure or immediately.
How he interacts with Hessian:
- Like I said he’s likely to get a kiss from Hessian along with a “We’re not so different you and I” speech
- Hessian is the most difficult for him to fight in some ways: more reckless, masochist so enjoys getting hit back, most likely to bite, hard to focus on fighting when someone moans when you hit them etc.
- But equally Hessian is easiest to get monologuing and to distract (not as single minded as Jonathan)
- He still tries to pull his punches despite Hessians ferocity as he knows it’s still just sick and scared really
- He has sympathy for them all but Hessian’s speech’s hurt his heart because he can see the pain behind them
- He has truly feared that he would die when fighting Hessian before
How he interacts with Jonathan:
- Opposite to last Hessian point: he has truly feared that he would kill Jonathan before
-Jonathan is painfully excellent at pushing his buttons and getting under his skin with surgical precision
-He truly cares for him and wants to help all the same
-He sees Jonathan’s obsession with fear and power like an addiction and he’s not wrong
- When not fighting (basically when he isn’t between Jonathan and his goal) he finds Jonathan very pleasant and interesting to talk.
-The conflict between him and Jonathan is completely impersonal to Jonathan despite how precisely he hurts Bruce, it’s all just work for Jonathan
-This drives Bruce mad and intrigues him at the same time: after all is he any different to Jon in his pursuit of his own goal?
- He seems himself in them all but especially Jonathan. In another he could be the same if he didn’t have the family he feels so lucky to have
- He thinks in another life they could have been good friends and maybe even worked to do good for the world (whatever that actually means)
- They are mirrors essentially- Narcissus and his reflection in the lake
- He worries that Jonathan single minded focus will kill them all
How he interacts with Raven
- She is the one in their system he can bargain with
-If he needs their help with something he’ll usually try to appeal to her if he can
-She claims to not hold any stakes in his “childish games” with the others
-Other than that shes very cold towards him
- They rarely interact outside of this
How does he interact with Keeny
- Keeny makes him so very sad
- Once again mirrors and all: sees his own hurt inner child pain, sees his own children’s pain, the Scarecrow system and other the Rogues’ childhood pain reflect in that sad little.
- He’s held Keeny through panic attacks and flashbacks many a time when a hit during a fight has landed just wrong or a fear toxin canister has burst bought him to the front
- All the Batfamily GCPD and the Rogues know when Keeny fronts all fighting is to stop when Batman is around
-Really activates his paternal instincts
-He’ll never raise a hand or let a hand be raised to Keeny (they are just a child after all)
- He just wants her to be okay
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Aivela's curse (1/?)
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parings: Arcann/Outlander (Female Jedi Consular)
warnings: Hanahaki AU (and every gruesome detalization that comes with it), enemies to friends to lovers (?)
It all started when she had escaped.
When the murderer of their former "immortal" emperor, the so-called outlander, is brazenly dragged out of the carbonite cell hidden in the bowels of the Spire. And then again right under his nose.
Chasing the stricken ship, he, together with Vaylin, ends up in the eternal swamps. Exactly where the Outlander fled off Zakuul. Even before completely landing on the surface, he is engulfed with uneasy feeling of déjà vu, and a terrifyingly familiar echo of the Force that beats in his head. It feels like a stain in the middle of the universe, like a black hole, pulling all living things into itself, and twisting them. An all too familiar feeling. And it is as if it's still here, just reach out.
The shuttle doors open and Arcann finally sees the ruined battlefield for himself. If it can still be called one. Crushed ground, with trees broken as if from a hurricane, and dozens of his skytroopers and knights trampled under layers of debris. Wrinkles appeared on his forehead, he clenched his metal hand till a creak came out of it. All, all because one single wave of jedi's hand.
It couldn't have been her power.
He touched his forehead as he reminisced about that day in the throne room. About the strange data from the crashed Sith ship, about the dispute between that jedi Outlander and his father, as if they knew each other, and about how the energy, torn from Valkorion after the fatal blow, rushed to the unconscious jedi like to a beacon enveloping her with it. He almost pitied her. Almost.
He did not waste the time of father's absence in vain. A crowd of outraged citizens, knights, even some scions, all wanted justice for the murder of their beloved emperor. Some wanted revenge. And Arcann wanted an explanations.
And already in a few days, the knights were already storming some of the distant bases of the Sith Empire. Cut their communicators, destroyed any holorecords of their presence, so that no one even knew who attacked them... they also collected data. About imperial hierarchicy, ancient Sith worlds, Dromund Cass, the destruction of Ziost. And about their missing sith emperor.
One of today's intruders can be almost certainly identified as a Sith, and it couldn't be just another coincidence. If this was truly someone who had come back here to set free the "reborn Emperor", if Valkorion had planned it... and Arcann knew he did, his father had always planned something he never spoke of to anyone... that Jedi is nothing but a meat puppet now, she's not a random soldier brought here by circumstance, it became obvious as soon as father suggested her place at his side, she's not a victim. She is a threat, just like Valkorion. To Zakuul. To him, to the only remnant of his family.
For your own damn good jedi, just sit in your fucking fridge.
"Your Highness," the senior lieutenant distracted him. "Permission to begin search..."
"Immediately!"
The squad of knights who arrived with him immediately began to clean off the debris, search for any remains or clues that could help them to define the intruders. Meanwhile the medical team resuscitates found knights who were injured by that force wave.
All around was gray and cold, completely opposite to how Arcann remembered. A zap of pain passes through the left arm, forcing him to grab onto the elbow, as if there was something to grab onto. Whether because of a sudden change in atmospheric pressure or a flash of memory, he could not tell. The rain drenches them all from head to toe, but, what is more important, the traces will soon be completely washed off the ground
"Izax damn them all." he grumbled to himself, clearing his throat. He wanted to leave... for practicality of course. He's hardly useful sick, and yet... something prevented him from leaving. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, the only thought that literally haunted him to leave spire, uncertainty or denial, something ghostly, maybe even sentimental... He didn't know how exactly he would know that Senya was truly there. Whether he simply overthought her presence on Gravestone then, in the throne room or... Not. Perhaps he hoped these feelings and her presence would waver away from his mind as soon as he'd arrived here. It didn't happen. Thoughts were fighting with one another and bright him no relief. It wasn't her. Yet someone had to tell the sith about the prison. It couldn't be her, she knew better than following the old bastard... But could it be that she follows the jedi?
Something in his chest feels squeezed and for some reason it becomes difficult for him to take a breath. He feels a stinging bitterness on tongue. If it was her. And if she really is here... There! Side by side with some... outlander she never even met?
A dry and almost silent cough escaped his throat. No, that's enough of this nonsense.
He turned to Vaylin, she was standing a dozen steps away from him. Motionless, like a statue, she looked somewhere far away. He slightly touched her shoulder.
"There is no point in standing here for hours. You will only catch cold. Even if they left something here, it will most likely not..."
She. Was. Here. She helped that jedi escape. She helped him escape. Arcann tries to make a deep breath to calm himself but gets interrupted by another bout of quiet coughing.
Vaylin turns to him, eyes down, lips pressed, and reaches up her hand. A tiny block of wood rests on a thin palm. It's shaped like little Mawvorr's head... and looks exactly like the one some of them actually made for Senya decades ago.
He takes a carved figurine. Metal fingers brush over age-damaged surface, and anger starts to flare in his chest.
"She lost it when we were little. Let's go home." his voice seems even more mechanical, hoarse, even considering the mask. Arcann returned her the figurine, pulled the cloak from his shoulders and silently threw it over Vaylin. She stood without movement, looking into small carved dots-eyes. Mawvorr slowly levitated from her palms and hanged in the air for a brief moment. A quick spark. Lightning discharges from both of her hands. The figurine burns within a few seconds, but it feels as if the deformation of small pointy face and the sizzle of the cracking wood and vaporized rain drops lasted just long enough to stuck in his head for next few days. Perhaps it's easier for her this was. Perhaps for him as well. Arcann claps her on the shoulder "Come on."
He takes his sister away from the swamps, from the thoughts that maybe their father is still alive, and even more so, that he is capable to return, that their mother didn't even thought twice before helping him... her.
In the recesses of his mind, he hopes that even if Valkorion's favorite was just unfortunately got caught in a crossfire of their mutual despise, it would be better if she just died without ever coming back.
When they return to the shuttle, his clothes are already sticking to his skin with the disgusting cold, and something begins to painfully itch somewhere in the depths of his throat. He mindlessly brushes it off as a hypothermia.
And only before bed he notices a tiny red stain in a corner of his lips and a metallic taste in mouth.
Petunia. Resentment and anger.
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