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thewriteblrcoven · 10 months

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We will write a brand new version on Ao3 sometime in 2024. I and Hatter need to communicate about that and when to get started.

The writing project

Note: There are a few writeblrs in this story. The representation of these writeblrs is not accurate to how they truly behave. Please do not take their character in the story as how they are. Each person is an amazing person.

It was a gorgeous afternoon. The sun was shining onto the woodsy clearing and there lay two teenagers just sunbathing. One was a fox with a human body, piercing emerald eyes and black fur where other foxes typically had white patches. The other seemed like a regular human, with brown eyes, and dyed turquoise hair. Except… no, it was probably nothing. The two were very peaceful after such a chaotic morning, but that was in the past. Hatter was doodling while M rambled on about whatever topic came to his mind.

"I feel like... if we were to figure out who was the leader this time, we could prevent another war. Unless Grimfox is just bullshitting about it. I mean it has been around since the third war, so we don't fully know if it is true." M was looking at his partner when his ear twitched. "Someone is coming.”

Hatter closed his sketchbook as he didn’t know who they were. The fox sat up and looked back to see a pigeon approaching, they weren't expecting anyone so this couldn't mean anything good.

M sat in a room alone with the pigeon, who he had heard was named Tea. A detective coming in to fix their disorderly town. Tea and her partner Yesi had brought themselves into something much bigger than them, but that was fine. They would learn one way or another. It wouldn’t affect him.

"Name?"

"People know me as M. That's as much of a name I have."

"Age?"

"17."

M pretended to check his claws, watching the detective record notes during the investigation. The pigeon writing her words in a fluent motion. It was beautiful. As it was now memorized by M; forgery was a craft, not a skill.

"Your handwriting is something else, Detective. Makes me a tad envious, the way your pen glides across the page, every stroke flowing, and not a single error? You seem to dot your ‘i’s’ as an afterthought. It’s calligraphic, really." Tea squirmed a bit as he complimented her handwriting.

“Er- thank you,” she replied. Maybe it was his claws. The pigeon had never been keen on being around predators, minus Yesi, but said wolf had wanted to interview the leader.

“Now, for the interview….” She continued asking the standard questions you asked a suspect for murder. “Where were you at this time?... Who was with you?...Besides the hatter.”

“So many questions, detective— you haven’t even told me what I’m here for.” M looked over at a window to see a raven waiting for him. It pecked the window and waited to be let in. “Would you mind if I put the raven on the writing desk?”

“Sure?” M got up and walked over to the window, opening it with ease. The raven quickly flew inside and landed on the desk before M went back to sit down.

“Where were you at the time?”

“I was in my house, like any other person would be at that time.” Hatter was tapping his hands against the metal table which was annoying the wolf. A quick glance around the room hadn’t revealed anything to the 18-year-old.

“A little bunny told me that you hang around the library downtown. That library happens to be a few blocks away from the murder scene.” This stopped the hatter’s rhythmic tapping. He gave the wolf a sideways look, then resumed tapping.The white wolf stared at Hatter, something about him made his fur stand up on end. But he didn’t act on the feeling.

“Do you know the murder victim Miss Liddell?”

“Who?” M looked confused as his little raven bounced across the desk in glee. A small chirp and peck at M’s paws had gotten the fox frustrated. “If you don-” The raven chirped again and flew on top of M’s head. The pigeon let out a little giggle before getting back into a serious mood.

“Liddell Mcgee,” The pigeon stated before going on to list numerous things about the victim.

“Oh, you mean Alice. I was unaware that they even had a legal name.” M grabbed the raven and placed them back on the table. “But yes, I knew her. Hatter, Alice and I always had biscuits and tea on Sundays and Wednesdays. It’s a shame she’s gone.”

The Pigeon interrupted, “Do you have any useful information?

“No need to be rude, Detective, everyone will get a chance to talk. But, I do know she made plenty of enemies though. She upset the coven quite a bit.”

“What is the coven?”

“The coven has always ruled here. They founded Wunderland and remain fighting to keep whatever ordered disorder we have left. Alice didn’t like that and wanted to change it. She mentioned calling detectives in to try and do that, which I’m guessing that is you and Yesi. But she knew that was a death wish. You don’t try to control the chaos.” The pigeon was writing rapidly, and M allowed her to finish. After all, he was sending a message. “How did she die anyways?”

“Hard to tell, she was set ablaze.”

“Was she doused or?”

“Unsure.”

“Hatter would be able to help you with that. He’s experienced with fires of any sort through accidents and witch burnings.”

“Interesting.” The pigeon had been warned that Hatter loved starting and setting people on fire. It made sense with witch burnings but it didn’t explain why the cops were so concerned about it.

“That’s what happens when you have witch burnings, someone has to light the fire and he needed the money.” M told a partial truth. Hatter did burn people and get paid, but it wasn't for burning witches. But the detective wouldn’t question it, since the town they came from still did witch burnings.

“For what?”

“Food, clothes— you know, the bare necessities. But that is my question limit for the day, so Hatter and I will see you some other time.” The pigeon escorted M and his raven outside where Hatter was waiting. The raven flew off of M’s shoulder and to Hatter with a cheerful croak. The two teenagers walked away into the forest and once far enough away began talking.

“What did they ask?” M looked at Hatter with his emerald eyes.

“The usual detective questions. Where were you when ‘blah’ happened. Do you know who ‘blah’ is. When is the last time you’ve seen ’blah’, that type of thing."

“It seems your interview went better than mine, since the little demon wasn’t distracting you.” M glared over at the little raven who let out a loud playful chirp and what sounded like giggling. “Death, could you go get us some food?” The raven nodded before flying off.

“You remember how you brought Dez to our hangout? Well it turns out the police now know where we stay.” M went quiet, he didn’t know what to think. His feelings were complicated but quickly turned to full manic rage.

“Hatter, get out your book. I need you to map out the entire town with Death’s help and figure out which house is coven. If Dez wants to start something, we will respond with flames.”

M looked over at Hatter and saw a grin grow on his face. M had to smile back, but still, they had only a few hours to figure this out…. Why not kill something to get rid of his rage? After all, some people were dumb enough to follow M anywhere he went.

The kill was indeed messy; the old hare gave chase. The hare ran better than the had fox thought. M licked the blood off his claws and teeth as the craving for flesh kicked in. Something about killing changed him, he became feral yet controlled, and he couldn’t really explain the phenomenon but he didn’t care.

The body was an issue as he couldn’t just leave it there, but burning it would draw suspicion to Hatter since he lied. Hare was thought to be a witch. M moved the body to an abandoned bear cave where he left the body before walking out to the lake.

He quickly washed the blood off his fur before sitting down on the shore. The lake was a beautiful sight, the moon’s beams bouncing off the surface. Not a single cloud in the sky could block M’s view of burning balls of gas that were too far to feel, but close enough to see. It was a peaceful place. Or so he thought as he heard a few footsteps, he picked up on a familiar scent and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Odd, seeing you here.” It was his ex, why did that rabbit have to ruin his plans.

“What are you doing here, Dez? Don’t you have another fox to go cuddle with?” The white rabbit hugged M from behind. The two exes seemed better off than most, but there was always tension underneath their polite front. M wanted to push them off, but he knew Dez had something up their sleeve.

“Don’t you miss the days of us?”

“Memory is a curse more often than a blessing.” M gazed at the lake, this used to be their spot. The tree across the shore still had their names carved in. “I'd rather forget those days than look you in your eyes.”

Dez broke the hug, revealing a red stain in their fur. It wasn’t from M but it gave him everything he needed to know to suspect Dez was clearly up to no good. “I never knew fur turned red.”

“Well mine does, little fox.”

“It’s foz to you Dez.”

“You say blood stain, I say tomato sauce.”

“I never said anything about a blood stain.”

Dez paused at the remark before responding. “We both know you were thinking it.”

“Just like we both know you told the detectives where I stay.”

“Is it really all so bad?” The rabbit leaned closer to the fox, close enough for M to feel his breath ghosting his neck. “Now they know where you are, you can be proven innocent. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“A good thing?” M chuckled dryly. “Yes, it’s such a good thing.” There was a short silence, both of them staring at their reflections. It had been months since their breakup and yet they looked the same on the outside. Dez was clearly doing better off than M, and they loved to rub it in. M on the other hand was hit hardest by it, going colder than he had since his orphanage days.

“I think I’ve stayed past the time I was welcome, so I’ll catch you on the other side of the coin, eh M?”

“I’ll see you.” The rabbit hopped away, leaving M by the lake.

M felt nothing after that interaction when all he wanted to feel was angry. He was angry at Dez for turning against them, but he knew it was going to happen. He couldn’t explain away his hollowness but a soft caw eventually guided him back to Hatter.

Seeing his expression, Hatter immediately pulled him into a tight hug. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” These were the words he repeated to his partner. Rocking him slowly, back and forth, rubbing soothing circles into his back until the stress drained out of him.

After a while, he pulled the M away from him to assess the situation. His eyes were slightly swollen and they lacked their usual gleam, but otherwise he seemed somewhat normal. To him anyways. They stood there for a moment, the dark grass meeting everyday mud.

Deciding it was an “in the moment” type of thing, M stood on the tips of his toes and stole a quick kiss.

“Thanks for that.” he’d said as walking off, not clarifying.

Hatter brought a hand to his lips. He smiled.

The second day the detectives weren’t expecting the duo to show up so early. They had just barely gotten started and hadn’t had time to begin to chat about their plan for today.

“We wouldn’t want to keep you waiting detective.” The fox said as the hatter was looking for something, “Justice must be served, and after all I’m sure you heard of the two new bodies?”

“Bodies?” The pigeon looked up and out of her files, obviously shocked there was more death. But what was she expecting in a murder case?

“The mad old hare and poor doormouse. Everyone in town is talking about it.”

“The mouse looks like a malformed android mixed with a dead raccoon.” Hatter added.

“Interesting” The wolf stared hard at M, he had a horrible feeling about the bodies and him being the one to bring it up. Not he nor Tea were informed by anyone, but the police force here was incompetent. Something was off.

“People think that a bear killed the Hare since he’s missing a few parts and just flesh. Who knows what did that to him.”

“Can you allow me and my partner to talk for a bit…” The pigeon paused blanking at M’s name. “Ty?”

“M. Ty is the orange and white fox. I’m orange and black.” M's expression changed at the mention of the other fox, yet he seemed his best to hide the disdain for Ty.

“Apologizes.” And like that the pigeon and wolf separated themselves from the juveniles.

The detectives left M and Hatter alone and came back to the two throwing their raven across the room. The wolf let out a grunt to signal them to stop and frustration grew when he became upset that the two teenagers ignored him. “We can start.”

“Hatter, would you mind taking Death with you?” Nodding, Hatter allowed the raven to hop on his shoulder. In the investigation room, Hatter sat with his legs crossed, hand propped on his chin. It is seemingly a causal, careless gesture, but others thought differently seeing his intense gaze.

“So, we noticed graffiti near Alice's death scene, and were wondering…”

“If I had something to do with it?”

“Correct.” The wolf quickly jotted something down, then returned to staring at Hatter. Yesi’s eyes were filled with distrust and constantly following the teenager. The raven and Hatter had noticed yet remained quiet about the matter.

“Well, I do not have something to do with it,” I have everything to do with it, he corrected in his head. “We believe that we are done here, don’t we Batman?”

“You named your bird Batman?” Yesi asked incredulously surprised at name.

Not answering, they left without a trace. That was when the hitman came. The jabberwocky ran in and began to attack the turquoise-haired teenager. The hitman had gotten him down to the ground and started to pound onto the man while at the same time trying to find their blade.

The raven took flight and began loudly cawing causing even more chaos than before, yet caught the attention of the fox, who was now coming out of their interrogation room.

“Thank you for the session Te-” The fox looked at the raven who had let out a blood curling caw before making an U-turn back towards Hatter. The fox bolted after the raven which caught the attention of the eagled-eyed wolf.

It wasn’t long before M tackled down the Jabberwocky and the two began fighting on the floor, blood spilling everywhere as the Jabberwocky bit into M’s flesh. The fox clawed the scaly skin of the Jabberwocky before the wolf separated the two. A few of the incompetent police officers grabbed M thinking he caused the conflict. The raven began to peck at their hands as they tried to arrest the innocent fox.

Everything was chaotic and it took a few minutes to get it under control, however the detectives saw how the police were quick to pin the blame on M. Was this the case for the murder of Liddell? After all, there wasn’t much evidence. The young adults left heading back to their hiding spot while the detectives detained the hitman. They would deal with it later.

The detectives could not charge the teenagers as it was clear the police unit here was biased against them. Frustration grew high as they were starting to get a lead but the case had to be closed. They couldn’t afford to keep going, it was against their morals.

On the other hand the two bandaged up at the library. M fiddled around with the blade that he swiped off the Jabberwocky. It was an ancient coven weapon that the Jabberwocky couldn’t have gotten his hands on alone.

M had remembered that it had interested a certain rabbit. Dez wouldn’t shut up about the blade. The Vorpal blade was rumored to be from the mouth of a large beast during the first war. It belonged to the Coven leader but at their death was taken by the Elite and lost to time. Grimfox came to take the blade a few minutes later, leaving the two by themselves. Hatter decided to be brave-ish for once, walking up to M and stealing a kiss back. M was surprised and took a second to respond.

“What was that for?” M looked over at Hatter who went back to bandaging the fox. M sat confused and flustered.

“I just wanted to.” The human picked up the fox with ease and took him into their room to rest. M was more surprised by the fact that Hatter didn’t struggle this time, but possibly due to the amount of times Hatter had to recently keep bringing him back to the library. The fox looked at ceiling before slowly falling asleep.

The fox awoke cuddling beside Hatter, he didn’t remember how he ended up there yet he didn’t question it. The turquoise-haired teenager remained sleeping while M got up out of the bed. He gathered some close and began to write, the moonlight being his only source of light into his black notebook. He scrolled through this rambled thoughts of the past and poetry all about the future. He took out a quill and began to scribble into the thick paper.

I cannot express the feelings hidden inside, for the words seem to leave evacuate my mind at the moment of interest. Will a poem do or a gesture of my love? A deep passion like the flames you use to burn our enemies to the ground. I..

The fox slammed his book shut before throwing it across the room out of frustration. His ears twitched before looking over at Hatter who was now waking up. M glared over at Hatter before walking outside the room frustrated at himself. Hatter awoke confused, the man looked over at a clock before stumbling out of the bed in a sleepy daze. He grabbed M’s book and followed the footprints of the fox who was angrily wandering around the basement of the library.

“That leaves out a few things but...” The fox looked outside at the burning world of Wunderland. The town was lit ablaze like he had planned. “..it brings us to where we are now.” The fox gestured to the two detectives as Hatter was busy doing something outside of their view of vision. “It truly is sad that you brought yourself into a war, Yesi. You elitists are all the same.”

The wolf growled under his breath while the pigeon sat confused.

“Elite?”

“Surprised you didn’t tell the person you brought Yesi.” The wolf growled but it didn’t stop M from talking. “The Elite are the enemies of the Coven. Always trying bring their fucked up version of order to Wunderland. But the time for talk has long passed.”

The room went quiet before a blast of fire came through the entrance. M stood through the fire unscathed but Tea and Yesi quickly flitched. White fur started to burn and a few feathers had turned to ash. Tea quickly took to the air while Yesi went on the offense, tackling M and attempting to kill the man. M was no match for the large wolf, but he wasn’t necessarily aiming to kill.

A quick swipe to Yesi’s face had drawn blood and he had become distracted and blinded. Another burst of flames came into the room which allowed M to get the large wolf on the ground. His orange and black fur remained perfect while Yesi’s white fur was starting to blacken due to the fire. M watched the fire on his fur, while Yesi was slowly burning alive. The fox had more important matters to think of.

He had never realized that the fire just sat atop of his fur, maybe he should have taken up potion making. The fox stepped outside to hear the evil laughter of Hatter. Happily burning down houses to their little pyromaniacal desires.

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thewriteblrcoven · 10 months

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I forgot to post it. Sorry! - Ty