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renhaswritersblock · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Facesitting||Anonymous Sex - Johnson

Word Count: 2174

Warnings: Oral, overstimulation, faded sex, slight angst

A/N: Hello! So, I kinda got a bit carried away with this one *looks at the word count* hehe. But I hope you enjoy reading this fic. Was a bit hesitant at first while writing this smut, but with a few readings from a couple of friends, I continued writing! It's sort of unfinished, a work in progress. The rest of the kinktober day's will probably be short, not sure yet. I have a few exams this week and work is being a cunt, so the writing will be delayed for a short while, sorry. Also, I refer to Johnson in this fic as "The Man" cause of the anonymous sex part. Anyways, again, hope you enjoy reading! Let me know what you think. I do accept feedback/criticism, just don't abuse that power. And I hope ya'll are having a wonderful day. -Ren

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“So, do you mind telling me where the hell we’re going, Frankie?” the strawberry-blonde glanced over at her friend sitting beside her, gripping anxiously at the steering wheel.

Frankie had her head leaned halfway against the open window of the moving car. Feeling the cool summer-night breeze hit her face while her hand traces circles on her wooden thigh. A small yet noticeable grin leisurely forms on the brunette’s face, thinking about tonight’s plans. She had been looking forward to this night for some time, finally be able to get away from the Bang-a-Rang - a place she once called home but is now a prison - and go wherever the river takes her.

“Hello? Earth to Frankie.” Frankie opened her eyes, turning her head swiftly towards the calling of her name. “Are you going to answer my question? Or do I have to turn the damn car around and drive back?”

Frankie pressed her lips together, letting out an exasperate sigh. “You worry too much, V,” she finally replied in a soft, choleric voice.

“No shit,” V retorted, “I rather not have Aunt Rosemary or Dennis be on my fucking ass if you’re doing something that could get us in trouble. Or worse, killed.” She glanced once more at Frankie with a furrowed brow. The brunette rolled her eyes with a snarl, glaring back out the window, head resting in hand. The pale broad’s narrowed eyes dropped into a pitiful look, sighing as she turned her attention back on the road. “Look, hon. I’m trying to be there for you more and back you up, but you can’t just leave me in the dark. You know what happened last time, fuck, it scared the living shit out of me.” Frankie’s eyes darted down at her wrist, seeing the visible dark-faded bruises wrapped around her like a cuff. Her face scrunched mournfully at the memory, remembering how painfully tight those bastards tied the chains. “I don’t want you to die, Frankie,” V finished, becoming teary-eyed.

The strawberry-blonde jumped at the gentle touch of something weighing on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw the olive-skin hand belonging to Frankie, giving a light squeeze for reassurance. “Didn’t know you cared this much about me, V. Thanks,” Frankie gave a half sympathetic smile, V returning a similar smile. “But you should save that melancholic shit-talking for your butch when it gets close to war,” She quipped, making V scowl and slap Frankie’s hand off her shoulder.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Frankie couldn’t help but tilt her head back and release a cackle as V continued staring angrily at the road.

“I’m just fucking with you, puta. You know I love you.” The brunette adjusted herself in her seat, now sitting up straight. “Anyways, a little birdie sent me a note to meet them at this motel in town,” Frankie pulled out a wrinkled note from the pocket of her shorts, handing it to V, “Mira. Thought I could -you know- check it out.” V quickly snatched the piece of paper, silently reading it while keeping an eye on the road.

In town only for tonight. Meet me at the Woodland Motel at 8 pm sharp, don’t be late. See you there.

Ps. bring the thing XO

“The thing?” V quirked up a brow, turning to Frankie with a puzzled expression. All the brunette could do was shrug at her response, fixing her spaghetti strap. V scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief, “Do you even know who you’re meeting? It could be some crazy lunatic who��ll bash your brains out or make you end up in a tub full of ice with a missing organ!” Frankie reached to grab the note out of her friend’s hand as she was waving it around in the air. “Honestly, Frankie. Do you not see the red flags here?”

“Nope.” The brunette answered with a popping sound on the p, “Plus, I know him. Known him for a pretty long time. And besides-” she bends down, tracing her fingers on the smooth wood of her prosthesis. Finding the split crack, she gently pulled at it to reveal a hollowed compartment and a revolver nestled inside. “-if I ever am in danger. I always have this.” She took the gun out of its chamber, swaying it in the air.

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Lighting another cigarette, the man watched from his car as the brunette struts out of the front office towards the parked convertible, bending down to lean against the car’s open window of the driver’s side.

The last time he saw her, her shaggy hair was long and vibrant, reaching down to her backside, her bangs acting as curtains to shield away her flaws, as she called it. Now her hair was short - below the ears and sleek, it reminded him of Betty Boop.

It was unclear what she was saying to her friend, but not even a minute passed when the convertible came to life and started to drive off, leaving the girl wiggly waving goodbye. Once the car was out of sight, she twirled in the direction of her room.

He couldn’t help but stare longingly at her ass. How her shorts hugged tightly around the brunette, revealing more of her curves and backside. Even her tight-fitted tank top that displayed her womanly busty’s made the man’s cock twitch as they bounced merrily.

When she entered the motel room, the man waited a couple more minutes, taking one good draw of his cigarette puffing out a cloud of smoke before exiting the vehicle. Throwing the cig on the ground, he swaggers across the street, taking out a spare room key from the pocket of his blazer, and approached quietly to the door to room 6.

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Frankie let out a faint moan, feeling a wave of pleasure overtake her as she played frantically with her clit. Her face growing red hot, firmly cupping one of her breasts, whimpering lowly when she twisted the nipple to feel the burning friction and pressed down on a particular spot of her clit that made her see stars.

After she stepped inside the room, the brunette did not waste time quickly disposing of all her clothes and hopped daintily on top of the bed, not even bothering to turn on the light. She wanted to start slowly, gradually roaming her hands around her body and steadily rubbing her slit on the outer layer of her boxers, but the brunette was impatient. Hungry for the pleasure that would push her over the edge. Intimacy she hadn’t felt for a long time.

Now, sprawled out on the bed, Frankie writhed in frustration, her free hand clenching the pillow below her head as she concentrated on the small squelching sounds of her pussy from teasing her bud. Eyes shut tight, biting back her cries of bliss. She could feel it rising, the knot in her stomach tightening, aching to be released. Yet Frankie refused to, not wanting to climax so soon. Not without him.

She wondered where he was. Wishing -fuck- begging for him to show up and claim her, ruin her, make her a mess. Turning her head toward the nightstand, she saw the red numbers illuminate from the digital clock reading 8:22 pm. Maybe he was running late. The river always kept him busy and distracted, slowly drifting him away from her, leaving her to sink further into the watery depths of the current to drown. Maybe she was set up, that this was another one of the pin-up’s sick jokes to get back at her. Frankie’s chest ached tightly at the many dejecting thoughts consuming her, stopping and removing her hand out of her boxers. He’s not showing up, Frankie thought, tears beginning to cloud her vision.

Suddenly, a pair of hands swiftly grabbed her by the leg and thigh, pulling the brunette down at the edge of the bed. Frankie released a startled squeal, opening her eyes widely to see the dark outline of a man hovering above, two dimly lit orbs longingly staring at her. She gazed back up at the man with a slack-jaw, blushing. Wondering how long had he been here, watching her touch herself soundlessly. Her breath hitched, jolting when she felt the cold but comforting touch of the man, delicately tracing her slender frame. Sending her body trembling every time the tip of his fingers draw near a sensitive bit. He moves down to her breasts, burying his face between them, giving small pecks and soft bites of reassurance that left the brunette flush, turning her head to the side biting her fist to hold back the moans. Noticing this, the man then latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. Frankie hissed and jerked at the pleasurable shock as he sank his teeth into her, granting a loud moan to escape from her lips. She could sense the man looking up, smirking smugly. He repeated his action one more time, greedily wanting to hear her whines and soundless beggings.

Hooking a finger on the waistband of her boyshorts, he steadily tugged the fabric down, opening her legs to fully exposing her wetness. The brunette’s breathed heavily as the man left a trail of tender kisses, going down between her legs. Before he could press his lips against her heat, his hand brushed her thigh accidentally, making the girl flinch and back away out of instinct. He looked up at her with a furrowed brow, questioning what he did to make her panic and flee so slightly. Then it hit him. His eyes darted back at her leg and at the wooden prosthesis still strapped onto her mid-thigh, realizing the mistake he made. He looked back up to her, kissing her other leg apologetically, signaling that he wasn’t going to do anything she was thinking of again. Frankie mumbled an ok before moving hesitantly closer, carefully leaning back and opening her legs once more.

Immediately, he sinks his face into her cunt, dragging his tongue up and down her slit to savor her juice. Frankie whined and stirred, arching her back at the feeling of him vigorously eating her out. As his mouth focused on engorging her clit, he worked two fingers into her hole, perfectly sliding inside her.

The brunette choked out a moan at the intrusion, grabbing ahold of the bedsheets as he slowly dragged his fingers out and quickly shoved them back in, setting a rough pace that hit her g-spot with every thrust. Her hips began to move to meet his fingers and tongue as he proceeded to fuck her, picking up his pace and going knuckles deep. She felt pressure build in the pit of her stomach, increasing by the second. With a brisk roll of his tongue over her clit, Frankie arched her back and spasmed into a powerful orgasm.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Frankie’s eyes rolled back as her body shook violently, huffing out of breath at the sensation.

When the brunette came down from her high, she thought that was the end of it. Only for the man to grab both her hips and pulled Frankie closer to his face, continuing to burrow his tongue into her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. Frankie tensed up at the feeling of being stimulated again, bracing for another climax that was closing in. She reached down to try and pull his head away from her. To no avail, the man moving it away by extending his hand out to hers, fingers intertwined. No matter how many times she squirmed away from the man’s face, he would always go forward and proceed to work on her cunt, digging his nails into her skin. Then the brunette made an attempt to roll over to detach his lips from her folds, but it only flipped him over to his back, pulling her to sit on his face.

“S-stop. I-It’s too -fuck- It’s too much,” The brunette arose, gripping at the man’s hands as support, as well as to pry them open, “Fu-Fuck, I’m gonna- AH!” She cried out, snapping her head back as another orgasm came crashing shockwaves of ecstasy into her. The man emitted a mm, parting his lips away from her snatch to breathe. Frankie took it as an opportunity to free herself from him, wearily getting off and slumping next to the man on her back, also catching her breath.

Not even a minute had passed when she heard the metal clang of a belt and looked down to see the silhouette of the man seated upwards. He began to remove his pants, tugging them down to his knees, and turned to face the brunette.

“Just give me a minute.” She responded with a raspy voice, lifting herself gradually. Frankie perched at the side of the bed, unclasping the leather strap of her prosthesis. Removing her leg, she leaned it against the wall and crawled back to the middle, spreading out to present herself to the man. With a slight close-lipped smile, she purred, “Ready when you are, cariño.”

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erekiosuncreativeideas · 4 years

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Being Human - Chapter 09

<= Chapter 08

Summary : A new day is starting. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24826561/chapters/62887138

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New chapter ! Sorry for the delay, I'm having a writer block. I merged two chapters to make this one, so it should be a bit longer than usual. I'm not sure when the next chapter will come out, hopefully my inspiration will be back soon ! Sorry again !

Thank you so much for all your wonderful likes, reblogs and comments !! You all make me so happy, thank you so much, it means a lot to me !! I take a while to answer them, but I love each one of your comments.

The “Oh The Humanity” AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings !

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Chapter 09 - “ So, what do I do in the meantime? Sleep and twiddle my thumbs? ”

Snatcher didn’t really know how much time he had passed in the kids’ room. However, what he did know was that his face had been wet for quite some time, tears coming out of his eyes each time he remembered his dream. Or, well, it wasn’t really a dream… More like a memory he wished so hard to forget, a true nightmare he had happened to relive in a dream. Sleeping didn’t seem like a good idea anymore.

After a while, he dried his eyes, more than relieved to know that no one had been there to witness his gross sobbing. For the first time since he had entered the room, he was now given the opportunity to glance at his surroundings. It really was a huge bedroom, definitely space-themed. Next to the pillow pool were ramps, surrounding it, with a diving board at the top. The former shade squinted at the sight: quite an excentric thing to have in a bedroom, wasn’t it? He eventually shrugged, supposing it had to do with the cultural barrier between his planet customs and the little aliens’. The rest of the room had a more “normal” setting, with a large blue bed, a wardrobe, a toy box and a desk. The latter seemed to be covered in drawings and building plans, two things very different in aspect. A detailed plan of the ship had been hanged to the wall, and it brought even more questions to the spirit’s mind: were the kids the ones who built this spaceship? He didn’t want to believe it, because they were children, but, then again… Typical children didn’t fly a spaceship. Cultural barrier, he guessed once more.

The ghost couldn’t help but feel out of place in a room like this one: it was so colourful, so pure, so… Childish. And here he was, a murderous and hundred years old spirit, back in his previous human body. This was quite a contrast…

The little girls were nowhere in sight and Snatcher couldn’t hear anything besides his own breathing. How much time had passed? By reflex, he turned his head to the window, hoping to get some information but, well, it wasn’t like the sun was setting or rising in space. He scoffed at his own stupidity, facepalming. Well, at least, the feeling of touch on his skin was now only slightly unpleasant, which was an improvement on his situation. With some difficulty, he sat up and straightened, feeling and hearing his joints cracking in the process. Ugh, this was so disgusting… Usually, the sound of bone cracking and breaking was like music to his ears, but when it came from his own bones… It was a completely different matter.

With a wince, the shade climbed down the pillow pool, careful not to trip. When he reached the floor, he tentatively tried to stand up on his own. His balance was almost inexistent and it was a wonder he hadn’t fallen down again. Little by little, he approached the wall like a toddler trying to walk on his own. Once he was close enough, he let out a sigh: he had done the hardest part. Once he was sure he had found a more stable pose, he started to follow the wall, walking towards the door as his hand brushed the yellow tapestry. The surface was soft on the tips of his fingers… It really was so strange to feel so many things again, sometimes even trivial things. One of the only pros of being alive again, perhaps…

When he reached the door, it opened swiftly, revealing the hallway he had had the occasion to see earlier. He took a few steps forward, before stopping next to the window. The ghost turned his head, letting his eyes wander in the sight in front of him. He could see planets, stars, distant objects he couldn’t identify… It was marvellous. He stayed there for a few minutes, admiring everything with great interest, putting his hand over the glass. He could hardly believe that this thin surface was all there was to separate him from the infinite space right before him.

It took him a while to notice how much he had been absorbed by the sight and he shook his head, shutting his eyes. This wasn’t the time for that! He took another deep breath and resumed walking, reaching the other door after a few more steps. Just like the previous one, it opened quickly, without needing him to push it open.

This was all very new to him.

Snatcher entered the big living room, only to notice no one was there, except the little vacuum cleaner on the floor. Once the latter saw him, it came right to his feet, making a few happy sounds. It bumped into his left boot gently, probably as some kind of greeting. The spirit couldn’t help but take his foot back, uncomfortable, though he couldn’t really explain why. The tiny object didn’t seem to mind and left soon after, continuing his cleaning routine, with a few “beep-boop” of happiness.

Yeah, very, very new.

The ghost came back to reality, not liking how easily distracted he was being at the moment. Sure, this was a whole new world for him, something he had never seen before, but his situation was urgent. He would have all the time to examine all of that once he got his spectral form back. For now, he just had to find the kids again. Examining his surroundings, he noticed a lot of things he hadn’t had the time to see when he first came here. It seemed like this room served as some sort of hub between all the rooms of the spaceship. The ghost could see several doors, though he couldn’t tell which led where. All of them had different colours, but it didn’t really help him. To his right were some pedestals, displaying a large hamburger-shaped structure and a miniature train station. Farther into the room, the shade could see a yellow slide, leading who knew where.

Was this even a living room anymore?

There was a mezzanine, on which Snatcher could see a huge safe, apparently more than protected, considering all the locks on it. It displayed the hour of the “day”, but then the ghost realized he didn’t really know what time it was before he dozed off. How useful.

He groaned and sighed. He did his best to ignore the large window in the room: he had many more important things to do other than stargazing! He brought his left hand to his face, using it as a loud hailer:

-“Hey, kiddos!” he yelled: “Where are you?”

The former spirit took a few steps forward, following the glass wall as he moved inside the room further. Before he was able to call for the brats again, the door near the slide opened, revealing a kid he recognized immediately: the hat-wearing brat.

-“Oh, you’re up?” she wondered, joining him as he was trying to stay stable on his two legs: “You were out for a while,” she informed him, offering him her shoulder so he could find more balance. He shook his head and replied, squinting as he tried to think:

-“How…” He groaned, changing his pose a bit before continuing: “How long did I stay asleep?” he asked, not really reassured by her previous words. Sure, he felt better… But he couldn’t help but think he had lost all this time he could have spent searching for a solution to his problem.

-“Well…” the little girl started to think, tapping her chin as she stared into space: “Hum, at least four to five hours, I’d say?” she didn’t seem very sure, though: “To be honest, Bow and I were too focused on our research to really look at the time.”

Her claims caught the shade’s attention immediately: ‘research’, she just said?

-“Did you find anything while I was asleep?” he questioned, really hoping for an affirmative answer. However, the child in front of him rubbed her arm, visibly tensed and embarrassed:

-“Hum, not exactly… I mean, yeah, we did find some stuff, but…” she paused and sighed: “Nothing really useful for now. Sorry.”

Snatcher could feel his hopes being crushed again, though it was much less awful than what happened in his dream. He wanted nothing more than to throw something across the room. Of course there was going to be a problem, of course they wouldn’t find anything!

He didn’t even find a single helpful piece of information in his own books, no matter how advanced they were!

The hatted brat seemed to notice his distress and lifted her hand to catch his attention again:

-“Wait, wait, don’t get worked up,” she told him with a soothing voice: “We have a lot of things to check, we’re going to find something,” she added, trying to reassure him.

It wasn’t really helping.

-“And how much time will it take?” retorted the shade, more than irritated: “How long am I going to stay in this body? How long until She finds out and freezes the entire forest again?”

“How long until she captures me again and makes sure to keep me alive this time?” he almost added, yet he managed to keep his lips closed. Some things were better kept as a secret. However, given the look on the kid’s face at his interrogations… She probably guessed what thought had crossed his mind. She winced, fidgeting at the same time:

-“You said we had two to three weeks, it should be more than enough to-

- But what if it’s not?” Snatcher cut her short, more and more exasperated with the situation: “I said that, fine, but she’s not stupid, kiddo,” he warned her with a low voice: “she’s much cleverer than one would think. Trust me, I know.”

The brat shifted awkwardly, as a look of fear appeared on her features. She then nodded slowly, meeting his eyes again as she replied with a knowing voice:

-“Yeah, you’re right. She is.”

Silent fell between them for a few seconds, until the child sighed once more. This whole argument was getting more than uncomfortable. Her little voice broke the deafening and unpleasant silence:

-“Anyway… Wanna see what we found?” she offered, trying to change the topic. Snatcher couldn’t help but feel relieved: he didn’t want to think at Vanessa at the moment. Not after that dream. He nodded too, taking a deep breath. The kid offered her shoulder again, silently. This time, the spirit didn’t refuse and put his hand over her, trying not to fall as his weight was put on something else entirely.

-“Peck, you’re not light,” groaned the child, though Snatcher knew she wasn’t completely serious. He had seen her doing much more difficult tasks when she used to be his contractor. She was most likely trying to start an argument with him to lighten up the mood a bit more.

It was more successful than what Snatcher would have thought.

-“Oh yeah?” he challenged back, as he felt the little girl leading him to the door she came from earlier: “Where did that strength of yours go? I thought you were a tough kid, but heh, I guess I was wrong!” he taunted her, shrugging with a teasing chuckle. The child replied by pushing him higher, standing on tiptoe suddenly. Snatcher almost lost his balance but managed to stay still. However, his heart immediately went crazy as he thought he was going to fall down again, for a brief instant.

-“Excuse me, what were you saying?” retorted the brat with an insufferable tone of voice: “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your awful attitude!”

The ghost laughed louder, putting more weight on her tiny shoulders. Yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think how weird his laugh sounded with his now human voice… All he could do at the moment was to try to ignore it as much as possible. Thankfully, annoying the hatted brat was one of his favourite pastimes.

-“Daw, really? Thank you,” he sang with a mocking voice: “It means so much to me!”

The child groaned once again and rolled her eyes, though the shade could see a hint of a smile on her face. She snorted and guided him to the door, which opened like usual. The shade discovered another hallway, with a ramp leading to another door. The kid grabbed his arms to help him to keep his balance despite the change on the ground.

Snatcher almost yanked his arm away, but barely stopped himself in time. If he did, he would fall down the ramp and that wasn’t something he wanted. With a bitter expression, he gritted his teeth: he would need to keep his pride aside for now, if he didn’t want to hurt himself stupidly.

They managed to go down the ramp, at their own pace, even though the shade almost tripped a few times. Thankfully, the brat caught him at the right moment.

God, he hated to be this pathetic.

The other door opened, revealing a new room for the ghost to discover. It was a huge room, with gears stuck on the walls, wooden walls. The floor was covered in red and orange carpet, with some hay scattered around on it. Several machines and control panels could be seen across the room, all making sounds the spirit couldn’t recognize or, well, had never heard before. It was something from another time, a time he didn’t belong in. In the centre of the room, there was a high platform, on which stood a telescope. From behind the platform emerged the younger child, her hands and clothes covered in oil. She wasn’t wearing her usual clothes, though. Instead, she had put on what looked like light green work clothes, some kind of overalls. Some stains were even visible on her face, mainly on her cheeks, below her nose and on her forehead. She was holding a black monkey wrench in her small and tiny hand.

-“Oh, so you’re up?” she greeted him, a smile on her face: “Hat told me she had heard something, but I wasn’t sure. How are you feeling?” she asked, wiping her dirty hands on her overalls.

The sight was so strange to the spirit: imagining that one of those kids was flying the ship and that the other was taking care of it… It really was so foreign to him. Back in his living days, children used to play around, chasing each other with animal masks over their faces… Well, now they were helping him to trap people and steal their souls, but nothing out of the ordinary, really!

This, however? This was something Snatcher was not used to.

-“Uh… Fine,” he lied, not wanting to mention his dream. All he wanted to do about it was to forget it completely and never think of it ever again: “I mean, as ‘fine’ as I can be while I’m in this useless body.”

-“Oh, that’s good,” she answered, choosing to ignore the last part of his reply. The child was visibly relieved at his claim, at least.

She stretched and then pointed to a part of the room hidden by the large platform from Snatcher’s point of view.

-“I guess Hat told you about what we’ve been doing all this time. Wanna see?” she asked, though her intonation told the spirit she very well knew his answer to her question. Obviously he wanted to know more about what they had been doing! especially considering the hatted brat had mentioned they still had found some things. Better start somewhere…

-“Yeah, show me,” he replied, determined, as the older brat helped him to follow the bow-wearing kid.

He really hoped that whatever they found would help him and Subcon. Their time was clearly limited, after all…

Snatcher followed the kids farther in the room, discovering what he hadn’t been able to see from where he previously stood. Behind the platform, there was some kind of machine, with a screen showing many lines of information in a language that the ghost couldn’t read. On the surface below the screen, there were a lot of buttons, some blinking in various colours, or levers just waiting to be pulled. The machine emitted a low rumbling sound, something that made Snatcher ill-at-ease: it was an object the spirit was not familiar with. For someone who had lived in a world without technology such as this, and who had remained in an isolated forest for hundreds of years… This was clearly unsettling.

Several thin cables had been connected to the machine and the shade’s eyes followed them, trying to figure out where they went. His eyes widened when he saw what stood not so far away from him and from the device: a Time Piece, disassembled, and empty of its magical sand. Next to it was a jar, in which the sand had been placed, gleaming through the glass. The cables were passing through the lid, which had probably been pierced for it to work. His face contorted in anxiety as he saw the tips of said cables just… Buried in the sand.

What were they even doing? This couldn’t be safe, could it? He had turned back human just by breaking one of those magical hourglasses! And now the kids were playing with its content? Sure, they were time and space experts, he could conceive that… But somehow, he knew that this was not a good idea.

-“What… What’s all this?” he asked, gesturing to the scene in front of him, not finding any other word to describe what he was seeing.

-“Well, I’m glad you asked!” replied the bow-wearing kid excitedly, apparently oblivious to the nervousness in his tone of voice. She pointed to the disassembled artefact with the monkey wrench she was holding and started explaining their research: “It’s not very easy to explain, so I’ll spare you the details. To put it simply, we’re currently trying to analyze the properties of the sand coming from the Time Piece.”

She was visibly passionate about the whole process and the ghost guessed that tinkering with stuff seemed to be one of her main hobbies. However… Something didn’t feel right, as if it wasn’t making any sense. It took the shade a couple of seconds to understand what was actually bothering him in her short and simple explanation:

-“But… Why?” he asked warily, raising an eyebrow: “Don’t you already know what it’s made of? What it can or cannot do?” Those artefacts belonged to them, to their people, from what he gathered… So why would they need to analyze it? Sure, they were children, fine, but they were children driving an entire spaceship without any adult supervision! So that didn’t count, did it?

The smile on the younger kid’s face disappeared as she started to ponder, a little uncomfortable. Oh, did the ghost touch a nerve? Normally, that would at least make him smile, but in this particular case, he was directly concerned by their problem, so his expression remained serious. The hat-wearing child was the one to answer his question, probably noticing the change of attitude from her friend:

-“While we do know how to use them… Only the most ancient people from our planet know about the origins of Time Pieces or what they’re made of. It’s not that it’s a secret, but… People don’t really like to talk about it. So we just don’t.”

A dark expression crossed the brats’ features for a moment and Snatcher couldn’t help but be intrigued. What could possibly explain their discomfort to those magical hourglasses? They never seemed that gloomy when they were talking about them or picking them up before. So why was it different now?

-“Why?” he wondered, squinting.

A deafening silence followed his question as both children looked at each other, as if they didn’t know whether to tell him or not. The hatted brat eventually looked away, curling up a little as an even darker expression appeared on her face. Oh, touchy topic, apparently. Was it taboo or something?

The younger kid had been playing with the folds of her green work clothes, glancing at him awkwardly. She opened her mouth to talk but didn’t find the courage to talk and closed it again, clenching her clothes more tightly.

-“What, is it really that bad?” he insisted and then scoffed, lifting his hand casually: “Worse than being frozen to death in your ex’s basement?” he joked, letting out a low chuckle at his own words. However, while he had expected the kids to relax, seeing that their problem wasn’t as bad as his own death experience… It only made them wince and curl up even more. He was about to open his mouth again when he was cut short by the hatted brat, who was staring into space:

-“There had been a war, long ago,” she said suddenly, in a low tone of voice. Her younger friend looked at her in astonishment, as if she had revealed a forbidden secret. She kept talking nonetheless, as Snatcher’s face slowly crumpled as he was listening to her: “We don’t know the details, but we do know that Time Pieces were the main cause of it. Plenty of people died, some were captured, some went through very awful things… A peace agreement was found years later, allowing the use of Time Pieces for very specific things, such as powering spaceships. And while we do know what is theoretically possible with them… Most information about other uses has been silenced, so that no other war can break out ever again because of them.”

Snatcher remained silent as he stared at the child in bewilderment: never had he seen her so serious, so cheerless… And, deep inside, he could understand, he could relate: he had lost everything a long time ago. He knew what it felt like.

Next to them, the bow-wearing kid was fidgeting, uncomfortable. And, well, the ghost quickly felt something akin to guilt appear inside of him. He didn’t like to talk about his past himself, and imaging being forced to mention something shocking coming from it certainly felt more than awful… And wasn’t that what he just did to them? He shouldn’t care, he really shouldn’t, but it was there, and he hated it. He didn’t know what to say anymore, but it wasn’t like there was something to say, was there? Unless it was “sorry”, yet…

Snatcher didn’t want to say it. He never apologized.

He cleared his throat, regretting it instantly as the gesture felt terribly foreign in this fleshy body. A fit of coughing took him by surprise, making him grab the most nearby wall so he wouldn’t fall down again. The kids’ eyes widened at his sudden cough and they both got closer, still not touching him, thank God.

-“You… You okay, Snatcher?” asked the hatted brat, all trace of darkness now gone from her face. Somehow, it made the shade feel better… However, he really didn’t want to think about that.

He managed to calm his cough and lifted a trembling hand, showing that he was fine. Or, well, as fine as he could be in his very peculiar situation. The two kids took the hint and stepped away, letting him have some space. Once Snatcher found his breath back, he decided to quickly take the opportunity given to him to change the topic. This was too much awkward.

-“So, uh,” he started again, his voice hoarse: “Once you’re done ‘analyzing’ the sand or whatever magical thing it is… What comes next?”

Both kids looked away and winced, not reassuring the spirit in any way.

-“Well… We don’t really know for now?” attempted the bow-wearing kid, smiling nervously, playing with the folds of her green work clothes once more. The shade felt a familiar feeling of dread and disappointment settling over him, though he wasn’t really surprised. It seemed that Fate had decided to punish him even more, visibly not satisfied with everything he was already going through.

-“So, we’re back at square one, then?” he answered flatly, not even bothering to yell. It was just another disillusion after all the others he had to experience. Nothing new in itself.

-“Wait, before you say anything mean or stupid again,” retorted the hatted child, defending her younger friend: “take a moment to think, for once. How can we know what to do if we don’t have the basic information we need?” she pointed, frowning at his lack of manners.

The ghost closed his mouth, tilting his head: she did have a point, he supposed. But that still meant he had to stay in this body longer, and that wasn’t something he was glad to hear.

-“Yeah, okay, fine, you’re right,” he conceded, rolling his eyes as he made an irritated gesture with his hand: “But you’re going to find at least something, right?”

-“I mean… We hope so?” replied the bow-wearing kid with a shrug: “That’s kind of the point here, isn’t it?”

-“Yeah,” added the hatted brat, raising an eyebrow at him: “That was a pretty stupid question.”

Snatcher felt his anger coming back full force at the nerves of those two kids. Oh, if only he still had his powers! However, all he could do at the moment was to clench his fists and grit his teeth, doing his best to stay calm. Yelling would mean he was letting them get to him, and this was not something he wanted.

-“You know what I meant,” he stressed, glaring at the two children, who were now smiling at him smugly. Oh, those brats!

-“Sure,” taunted the hat-wearing kid as she rolled her eyes: “For real, though, we’re on it, so it’s only a matter of time before we find something.”

The spirit squinted:

-“Weren’t you pessimistic about it?” he reminded with a wary tone.

The little girl glanced at her friend and gave her a light punch on her shoulder:

-“Yeah, but we have a great engineer on board!” the bow-wearing child let out an embarrassed laugh and started to rub her shoulder as her older friend kept going: “If anyone’s going to find a solution to your problem, it’s her!”

-“Hat!” giggled the younger little girl, blushing sightly. At the sight, the ghost couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This was way too sappy for him.

-“Okay, enough of that,” he called them back to reality with an exasperated intonation: “So, how long is it going to take?”

His words instantly disheartened the little girls, who stopped playing around to look at him. Hesitation was written all over their faces, something that did not reassure the shade in the least:

-“I’d say…” pondered the bow-wearing brat, tapping on her chin as she took some time to think: “It should take us a few days to find conclusive results? Less if we’re lucky.” She saw another look of disappointment cross Snatcher’s face and she lifted her hands in defence as she explained more: “you have to understand that no one ever tried to do what we’re doing in years. We have to do everything on instinct, so of course, it’s going to take some time! But not forever! Promise!”

The ghost let out a long sigh, exasperated but not really surprised:

-“So, what do I do in the meantime? Sleep and twiddle my thumbs?” he asked, with an annoyed voice. Oh God, the idea of sleeping was just awful at the moment, he clearly hoped he wouldn’t need to sleep before a while.

Just before the kids were able to answer his question, the spirit felt something in his stomach. At the same moment, a growling sound echoed all around the room, making the shade jump at the sudden noise and at the extremely weird sensation in his body. He lowered his eyes to stare at his stomach in astonishment, having no idea what could have caused such an unpleasant sensation inside of him. A deafening silence fell between the trio for a few seconds… Before the brats started to giggle. The shade gave them a murderous glare, loathing the idea of being laughed at.

The hat-wearing child opened her mouth to talk again, as a wide grin appeared on her face:

-“Well, maybe you could eat, that would be a great beginning!”

The spirit stayed silent and motionless for a while, not knowing how to react. It is only after a moment that he truly realized what she had meant: he- no, this body was hungry, demanding him food. Instantly, a blush took place on his face as he couldn’t help but cover his stomach in shame. God, humans were so disgusting… His reaction only made the children laugh louder, intensifying his shame and anger. Oh, those insufferable kids!

-“Stop mocking me!” he yelled, more and more embarrassed as his stomach kept on growling. But it only encouraged them. After what felt like centuries to Snatcher, the hatted brat eventually approached him, still giggling:

-“You’re just hungry, Snatcher, oh my pecking God,” she snorted, before offering him her shoulder: “I’ll ask Cookie to come over. Why don’t you go take a bath in the meantime?”

Snatcher stared at her, as if she had said the stupidest thing ever. But oh, she seemed much too serious for this to be a joke. Him, taking a bath, with this body? Him, having to watch this naked thing?

This was going to be awful, wasn’t it?

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Hope you liked this chapter ! See you in the next one (when it comes out) !

=> Chapter 10

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