crossover chaos begins!!!

by nyxtherotter

Summary:

let the crossover BEGIN
WIP

caine caused this

Chapter 1

Tango POV

 

Tango moaned, holding his head.

 

He'd fallen quite a long way; he had no idea where he was.

 

It was an open field of lush green and blooming daisies, which made him feel all the more nervous.

 

"Jimmy?" He called.

 

No response.

 

Tango was alone-

 

-wait. 

 

Tango wasn't entirely alone, it seemed.

 

There was a person, with a misshaped body that looked like a mix and match toy.

 

"Hello?" They called. "Pomni? Jax? Wait, who are you?"

 

"I'm Tango." 

 

"Zooble." The person answered.

 

"Where are we?" 

 

"No clue. Why are you on fire?"

 

"I'm a fire mutant...why do you look like a mix-and-match toy?" 

 

"Long story."

 

"Ah." Tango clicked his tongue. 

 

They walked for a while, searching for any trace of any person they knew.

 

Tango had never felt more alone, despite the presence of another person beside him.

 

The quiet began to make him anxious.

 

Zooble seemed to notice this.

 

"You okay?" They asked.

 

"Honestly, no. It's too quiet." Tango muttered.

 

"Yeah...I understand that. We'll find someone soon. Hopefully."

 

"Zooble?" A voice cut through their conversation.

 

"Oh, hell no. Not you." Zooble groaned.

 

"Who's..." Tango pointed vaguely at the purple bunny rabbit.

 

"That's Jax. Complete ass, and a total twink."

 

"Okay." Tango was still confused. "And you know him because...?"

 

"We got trapped in a digital circus together."

 

What a strange day this was turning out to be.

 

 

 

Notes:

yay! first chapter!!! the next chapters will come out within a week or so!

request future scenarios for this (if you like)!

Chapter 2: chapter two

Summary:

Grian gets a little lost.

And jumpscared.

Grian POV

 

This place was unbearable.

 

He'd gone through fields, past trees, and the endless rows of flowers.

 

Grian thought he was imagining things when he found a rocky path.

 

"What...?" He muttered.

 

Grian walked down the pathway; the trees got thicker, eventually forming a forest.

 

And in the centre?

 

A cave.

 

His curiousity got the better of him and he stepped inside.

 

It was dark, with the only light coming from little mushrooms that glowed faintly behind him.

 

"Weird."

 

He kept going further into the cave, to the point where there was no light anymore.

 

His wings ruffled in discomfort; he couldn't see anything.

 

Grian let out a yell as something scraped against his foot.

 

There was a loud hiss from within the cave.

Oh, shit. 

 

Grian froze when two bright green eyes met his own.

 

It was like one of those eldritch horrors he saw in fairytales, but more eerie than he'd expected.

 

He stared down the pair of eyes.

 

They stared back.

 

Grian wanted to run, flee, do anything at all.

 

But he couldn't.

 

To some degree, all avians experience claustrophobia.

 

And Grian was really feeling it now.

 

The green eyes were still locked on his, which didn't help.

 

Was this thing enjoying his suffering?

 

Did it think it was funny?

 

"This isn't a joke, you know!" Grian yelled. "What are you? Who are you? Answer me."

 

"Funny you should ask that, considering you stepped in here alone."

 

The voice sounded like that of something from an old film, crackled and charismatic.

 

"Answer me," Grian repeated. 

 

"Ah ah ah. You answer me first. Who are you?"

 

This thing was playing mind games.

 

Two could play that game.

 

"I asked you first. It seems right that you should answer first."

 

"Clever. I like that."

 

"Answer the question, damnit."

 

"Fine. I'm a demon, if you must know."

 

"Uh huh..." Grian was skeptical.

 

The shadows seemed to fade, revealing a taller person (demon, whatever) with a wide smile.

 

The Radio Demon.

 

Grian'd heard of him; the beast that ate people alive.

 

"You."

 

"Yes, me. Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you."

 

"Grian."

 

Oh lord.

 

He was screwed.

Notes:

a tumblr sexyman has joined the battle

Chapter 3: chapter three

Summary:

back from the void

Notes:

Pearl and Gem find Grian.

What they're not expecting? An eldritch horror with a sketchy smile.

Pearl POV

 

Pearl froze as she saw something move in the mouth of the cave.

 

She and Gem had been prying around there for most of the day.

 

"Stay back," Pearl warned.

 

"Pearl, I can defend myself," Gem argued.

 

"I know that! Just-"

 

There's shuffling, and both women freeze.

 

"Shut up." Gem hissed.

 

"You shut up!" Pearl whispered back.

 

A familiar figure exits the cave first: a younger man in a red sweater.

 

"Grian!" Gem exclaimed.

 

"Grian, you're alive!" Pearl ran and hugged him.

 

"Yeah. Somehow." He laughed.

 

"What happened in there? Was anyone else down there?" 

 

Pearl stepped back, allowing Grian some space.

 

"Well..." he muttered. "There was another person."

 

"Who?"

 

"No one we know."

 

"Grian, that's not helpful-oh my god there's a giant fucking demon behind you-"

 

And, in fact, there was a taller man behind him.

 

The man had dark red eyes with lighter irises; he wore a dapper suit and had deer-like ears on the top of his head.

 

"Grian, who-"

 

"Alastor, these are my friends, Pearl and Gem." Grian sighed.

 

"Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you!" 

 

He held out his hand for them to shake.

 

Pearl shakes it first, still looking wary.

 

Gem does the same, though more tentatively.

 

Pearl glanced into the distance and saw a familiar figure.

 

"Is that-Tango!" She cried as the blaze hybrid made his way toward her.

 

"Hi! I see you've found Grian." Tango laughed. A mix-and-match toy creature and a purple rabbit follow behind him.

 

"Who are your friends?"

 

"Zooble-" he pointed to the mix-and-match toy, who nodded, "-and Jax."

 

"Nice to meet ya." The purple rabbit smirked. 

 

"Zooble, Jax, these are my friends, Grian, Gem, and Pearl." Tango explained.

 

"And who's that ray of sunshine behind them?"

 

Alastor bristled at Jax's words.

 

"Alastor, pleasure to make your acquaintance," the demon muttered dryly.

 

Somehow, Pearl knew they wouldn't get along.

Notes:

I haven't updated this in forever UGH

suggestions for future chapters are welcome!

Chapter 4: chapter four

Summary:

they're all in it now

Notes:

everyone regroups; Tango has a heart to heart with Charlie about feeling different.

Tango POV

 

It took a few days (and hours of complaining) for everyone to find each other.

 

They'd set up a base camp in the middle of the woods; it was peaceful.

 

Though Tango still felt confused by it all.

 

He was sitting by the lake, throwing stones into it and hissing as water sprayed onto him, causing his skin to burn.

 

Damn his water allergy-

 

"You okay there?"

 

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts; a woman, not much taller than him, was standing next to him.

 

"Oh...yeah. I'm okay." Tango sighed. "I'm totally fine."

 

"You don't look fine." The woman replied.

 

Tango turned to look at her.

 

He recognised her as Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer (he was the actual devil).

 

"I don't know. I mean...I'm a blaze hybrid." Tango muttered. "A trans man. I don't exactly fit in. I'm dangerous."

 

"Dangerous how?" Charlie asked. "You're not-"

 

"Yes, I am. My fire is dangerous. I'm dangerous. I've hurt people before...I've-"

 

"But are you hurting anyone now? No." Charlie cut in. "You aren't dangerous."

 

"Then why do I feel that way?" Tango's voice breaks. "Why am I so different?"

 

He hates how it sounds.

 

"Being different is a good thing."

 

"How-"

 

"Look, growing up, being a demon princess wasn't all it was cut out to be." Charlie sighed.

 

She looked pained. 

 

"My mom left, and my dad wasn't exactly present either. I wanted people to be happy, to be redeemed. The world told me I couldn't. Even my dad doubted me..." She ran a hand through her hair. 

 

"...but that didn't stop me. I found friends, a girlfriend, and changed my dad's mind. I think if I weren't different, I wouldn't be here right now."

 

A smile crept onto Tango's face.

 

"That's so cheesy."

 

"But it's true."

 

He doesn't know what came over him, but he hugged her.

 

"Thank you." 

 

"You're welcome," Charlie replied.

 

After Tango pulled back, she grabbed his hand and helped him up off the ground.

 

He wasn't sure what it was about her that made him feel better; her kind nature or the cheesy speech.

 

But he was glad to have her as a friend.

Notes:

yay Charlie!!!

the next chapter will be out tomorrow; requests are still open!

Chapter 5: preening

Summary:

as requested by @Therianbuddies!!!

Notes:

feathers are preened, and peace settles over the camp.

Grian POV

 

Grian sighed in frustration, trying to pry loose feathers from his wings.

 

How long had it been since he last preened them?

 

He reached for a handful of feathers, trying to pull them out...

 

...with no avail.

 

Vaggie soon saw his struggle and approached him.

 

"Need some help?"

 

"Yes, please." 

 

He should've been more reluctant to say yes, but to hell with that now.

 

Vaggie unfolded her own wings, which were a dazzling shade of pigeon gray.

 

Damnit; they looked perfect.

 

Unlike his own messy wings.

 

She plucked out a few red feathers.

 

"When's the last time you preened your wings? They look...um-"

 

"-awful?" Grian replied bluntly.

 

"Yeah. That," Vaggie agreed.

 

Honestly, he had no idea.

 

The last time he'd preened them...maybe before the lighthouse got blown up?

 

No, definitely before that.

 

"It's been a while." Grian grimaced.

 

"Definitely." Vaggie agreed.

 

"Your wings are a bloody mess." Jimmy's voice came from nearby, where Joel was preening his wings; he let out a loud shriek as Joel tugged on a delicate spot.

 

"JOEL!"

 

"Sorry, babe."

 

"You call each other babe? Seriously?" Vaggie snorted.

 

"It's their thing." Grian shrugged. "Gay (maybe bi) men in denial, I'll tell you."

 

"Shut up, Grian." Jimmy pouted.

 

Grian laughed into his hand as Vaggie pulled out a few more feathers; out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lucifer running away from Alastor, who was desperately trying to help him preen his feathers.

 

"Oh, for God's sake, stop being stubborn!" Alastor yelled.

 

"I'm the King of Hell! I'll do what I LIKE!" Lucifer screeched back.

 

"Idiots." Vaggie groaned.

 

"They're hilarious." Grian wheezed.

 

"You have no idea."

 

"Oh, I think I do."

 

"There, all done."

 

Grian fanned out his wings; they looked transparent in the sunlight, reds dappling into yellows, which dappled into blue.

 

"They're amazing...thank you."

 

"You're welcome. Remember to take care of yourself, 'kay?"

 

"Okay."

 

With that she left, going back to Charlie and her friend (Angel Dust, Grian reminded himself).

 

Maybe letting someone take care of his wings wasn't such a bad idea.

 

"JOEL I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

 

Or...maybe it was.

 

Notes:

heheh jimmy and joel amiright

next chapter will be out soon! requests OPEN!

Chapter 6: oh lord.

Summary:

The watchers don't appreciate the peace between everyone.

So, they make a bold move.

(Stolas and Angel kidnapping requested by @AngryGirl22)

Notes:

tw: kidnapping, hair pulling, possession.

The watchers also speak through Grian

There's gonna be a lot of lore this chapter, enjoy!

Charlie POV

 

There was dead quiet until Angel screamed.

 

Something or someone had grabbed him and Stolas; it looked like purple ribbons of smoke strangling them.

 

"What the fuck is that?!?" Blitz yelled.

 

"I don't know!" Charlie called back.

 

Pearl grabbed Gem, who was awfully close to the purple mist.

 

"Oh, no." Grian's face went white. Charlie felt a little concerned for him.

 

"If you know something, spit it out, kid," Husk growled from behind him.

 

"You don't think it's..." Martyn turned to Grian.

 

"The Watchers," Grian replied, voice shaking.

 

"Who are they?" Charlie asked.

 

"They're sort of powerful unseen forces that control, well, everything," Grian explained.

 

"So why do they have Angel and Stols?" Blitz panicked.

 

"They probably want something from us, that's why they're taking them."

 

"LET! ME! FUCKING! GO!" Angel screeched.

 

"Oh dear," Stolas muttered.

 

"Let him go!" Grian yelled.

 

Suddenly, his head jerked weirdly, his eyes going blank and taking on a dark purple colour.

 

"We have no plans to let them go." A voice hissed through Grian's mouth.

 

Oh, God.

 

"Grian! Snap out of it!" Charlie and Scar cried in unison.

 

"Hmm, they're quite strong playthings." Watchers/Grian said, amused. 

 

A coil of mist curled around Angel's throat.

 

"What are you doing?!? Don't you fucking dare hurt him!" Husk snapped.

 

"Don't interfere." The watcher snapped, Grian's body being jerked once again. 

 

Husk dared to interfere.

 

He tossed his cards at the mist, and it seemed to break apart.

 

Angel and Stolas started to fall, but Husk and Blitz managed to catch them, showering them in kisses and trying to reassure them.

 

Grian was still very much possessed.

 

"What do we do?" Charlie linked her hands together, anxiety coursing through her veins.

 

"I don't know." Scar's emerald green gaze was dull.

 

Grian started pulling on his hair.

 

"St-Stop-Stop it-STOP IT!" He screamed.

 

The watcher's voice stopped, his eyes returned to normal-

 

-And he fell to the ground.

 

Charlie caught him before his head hit the floor.

 

"He needs help, right now."

Chapter 7: falling apart

Summary:

Grian wakes up after the watchers have possessed him.

Notes:

yay grian!!!

TW: minor panic attack

Grian POV

 

Grian woke up, head pounding.

 

It felt like someone was squeezing it way too tightly.

 

He almost threw up as he tried to sit up.

 

A hand pushed him back down; another pressed something cold to his head.

 

"What...?"

 

"Go back to sleep." That was Pearl's voice.

 

"What?! No."

 

"Gri-"

 

"No, I can't go back to sleep. What happened?"

 

"The watchers got you...again."

 

Oh no.

 

Grian couldn't remember anything.

 

It made sense; this always happened after the Watchers took advantage of him.

 

He hugged his knees to his chest, skull throbbing.

 

"Hey, it's going to be fine." Pearl sat beside him. 

 

Grian didn't believe that for a moment.

 

"Is he awake?" Martyn's voice came from outside.

 

"Yeah." Pearl called back.

 

"Oh, good. The princess-Charlie, I think?-has been really worried about him. Won't say why though."

 

"Charlie?" Grian repeated. "As in Lucifer's daughter?"

 

"Yeah. Her." Martyn replied.

 

The devil's daughter was worried about him.

 

What an odd twist of fate.

 

He watched Martyn walk off.

 

Suddenly, he realised how empty it was in here.

 

"Pearl...? Could you get Scar? Please?"

 

"Of course."

 

She vanished and reappeared with Grian's boyfriend minutes later.

 

"I'll leave you two alone."

 

Scar looked at Grian, his emerald eyes dull.

 

Then he hugged him.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Don't be, Grian. We'll figure this out. Like we always do."

 

"Scar, I put everyone in danger. The Watchers can and will hurt people for their own messed-up games."

 

"That's not your fault."

 

"But I am a Watcher! It is my fault!" Grian screamed.

 

He started to hyperventilate.

 

"Grian, no. Look at me. It's not your fault."

 

"What if everyone finds out? What if-"

 

"They won't."

 

Little did they know, Scar's words would soon be proven wrong.

Notes:

ough my head hurts

next chapter should be up in a few days!

Chapter 8: I NEED IDEAS

HELP

GUYS

I NEED IDEAS

put 'em down in the comments

ty for your suggestions

and I'll try and use most of them

Chapter 9: around the fire

Summary:

Everybody talks.

(as suggested by @Therianbuddies!!)

tysm for all your suggestions; keep 'em coming! :D

POV is up to interpretation!

 

Quiet filled the area, the only sound being the crackling of the fire.

 

Pomni's voice broke it.

 

"What was life like for you all before we ended up...here?"

 

"It was nice," Tango replied. "I mean..."

 

"We all lived together." Grian chimed in.

 

He looked at him gratefully.

 

"Well, not to burst your bubble, but we lived in a giant digital circus, full of maniacs," Jax said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

 

"Sounds fun," Scott deadpanned.

 

Vaggie cracked a smile at this.

 

"Yeah, sounds super fun," she agreed.

 

"We've got our own maniac right here." Angel gestured toward Alastor, who blinked blankly in response.

 

"Angel, no." Charlie sighed.

 

"No, nothing, darling! If anything, it's a compliment." Alastor grinned, his smile unnerving.

 

"So...I've been meaning to ask." Pomni fidgeted with her glass. "What's this whole thing about soulmates?"

 

Pearl looked aghast.

 

Scott choked.

 

Martyn cleared his throat.

 

"That was, uh...Double Life. We...were soulbound."

 

"So you were soulmates. Like, romantically?" Charlie asked.

 

Grian flushed bright red, and Scar chuckled beside him.

 

"In a way," Martyn responded. 

 

"Though not to people you'd quite expect," Ren added; the dog hybrid had been quiet for the majority of the conversation.

 

"Interesting." Charlie mused.

 

"Don't get any ideas for your trust exercises. 'Cause no one wants to do that," Husk growled.

 

"Trust exercises?" Ragtha's eyes go wide. "Caine, why don't we have adventures like that?"

 

"Well...I do run a hotel that aims to redeem sinners..." Charlie shrugged.

 

"Sinners? So Hell does exist!" Grian exclaimed.

 

"You're so going to hell." Gem grinned.

 

"NO, you are!"

 

"You are!"

 

"You are, you are, you are!"

 

The two began to bicker.

 

"Are they siblings?" Pomni asked.

 

"Nope. Not by blood, at least," Pearl replied. "But they love to fight. And bicker. And blow each other up."

 

Angel Dust went weirdly silent at this.

 

"Angel? Somethin' wrong?" Husk turned to him, concern flickering in his eyes.

 

"Pfft. Nah." Angel waved it off.

 

"You looked really upset for a second there." Lizzie piped up. "Are you sure?"

 

"I mean...s'nothin. I had siblings, too. Molly and Arackniss." Angel sighed. "Dunno where the fuck they are now."

 

"You miss them." Grian blurted; the pieces clicked together in his head.

 

Everyone turned to him.

 

"I mean, sure." Angel shrugged. "Not like we were really attached or anythin'."

 

(That was a lie.)

 

"Hey, give me that back!" Martyn reached for a crystal in Niffty's hands.

 

"Nope! Gotta clean it! Make it all shiny and brand new." 

 

She ran off with it, leaving him looking frustrated.

 

"Why do you need that?" Grian turned to look at him.

 

"A L.O.O.T shard." Martyn sighed when he saw him blink in confusion. "Means Low Orbiting Operation Trigger shard."

 

"That doesn't sound dangerous at all," Jax muttered.

 

"Niff, give that back-wait, where did she go?" Husk growled.

 

Boom.

 

There was a loud explosion, and purple powder everywhere-

 

-Niffty in the centre of it.

 

"So that's where she got off to."

Notes:

ough lore-

this was probably my favourite chapter to write so far!!!

Chapter 10: feeling alone

Summary:

He kicks the gravelly path.

"Telemachus?"

He turns around and sees someone he doesn't expect to.

Notes:

FINALLY TELEMACHUS POV

Telemachus POV

 

The young prince of Ithaca had truly never felt more alone in a group of people.

 

He slipped away from them all at some stage and into the woods.

 

Telemachus sighed as he leaned against a tree.

 

Why did he feel so alone?

 

He kicks the gravelly path.

 

"Telemachus?"

 

He turns around and sees someone he doesn't expect to.

 

Athena.

 

Goddess of wisdom, master of war, and his mentor in more ways than one.

 

"Hello, young wolf."

 

"Athena. How are you here?"

 

"You summoned me."

 

"Did I?" Telemachus blinked in surprise. 

 

Maybe his stress had alerted the goddess.

 

"Well...look." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm just...I'm overwhelmed."

 

"By what, exactly?" 

 

"By everything that's happening right now," Telemachus muttered. "And I shouldn't be-"

 

"Telemachus. Being overwhelmed is a part of life. One that you grow to accept...but that you don't allow to take you over. Allow yourself some time to rest, to recuperate."

 

Her words struck a chord with him.

 

"You think so?" Telemachus asked.

 

"I know so."

 

"You are the goddess of wisdom after all." Telemachus mused. "So that would make sense."

 

"You're a fast learner, young wolf."

 

"You're a good teacher."

 

There was rustling in the wood behind him; Athena disappeared, and he was alone once again.

 

"Telemachus? You good there, buddy?" It was Zooble and Jimmy.

 

"Yeah. I'm okay." 

 

"You look a little lonely..." Jimmy observed.

 

"Everything okay?" Zooble asked.

 

"Just...not feeling like I fit in, you know?" Telemachus mumbled.

 

They exchanged a knowing look.

 

"Well...d'you want to come back with us?"

 

He glanced up at them.

 

Their looks were not pitying.

 

They were welcoming.

 

And he finally felt like maybe...just maybe...he was fitting in.

Notes:

huh being overwhelmed does make you wise after all

ty for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!

Chapter 11: game night

Summary:

"You lost, ADMIT YOU LOST-"

"HELL NAH!"

Game night was turning out to be extremely...chaotic.

Notes:

WOOOOOO A FUN CHAPTER!!!

POV is up to interpretation!

 

Scar was digging around in a closet with Pomni when she found something.

 

"Is that...?"

 

"Board games! Card games."

 

"We should bring these to the others." Scar suggested.

 

"Sounds fun." Pomni shrugged.

 

"Have you played board games before? In the circus?" Scar asked.

 

"Not much. I think the most we've ever played is a cursed game of chess using Kinger."

 

"Forget I asked."

 

They both chuckled as they picked up the boxes and took them over to the others.

 

Once they all decided what to play, chaos ensued.

 

Tango's competitive streak seemed to appear from nowhere.

 

Telemachus looked intimidated.

 

On one hand, it wouldn't be so bad.

 

On the other-

 

"You cheater. You betrayer of men! YOU SCUM!" Bdubs yelled at Etho.

 

"ALL I DID WAS PUT DOWN A +2??"

 

"YES. AND NOW YOU ARE SCUM TO SOCIETY. PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES."

 

He proceeded to dump moss on him.

 

"AAAAAAGH! Bdubs!" Etho shrieked.

 

Cleo smothered their laughter and placed down another +2.

 

"Sorry, Impulse."

 

"I hate you all so much," he groaned. But there was a smile on his face.

 

"Keep your moss OUT of my face." Angel yelped as some landed in his hair.

 

Charlie almost dropped her cards, shaking from laughter.

 

So was Ragatha.

 

Meanwhile...

 

"How do we even play this?" Scar sighed.

 

"This is why I voted we play Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza," Lizzie muttered.

 

"It's Monopoly. I'm shocked you don't know how to play." Jax deadpanned.

 

"I-It's simple-" Gangle began.

 

"Monopoly? It's just gambling at this point. Your other game, however, is a shitstorm." Husk growled.

 

"Shitstorm sounds fun." Cherri Bomb sat down. "I'm in."

 

"Then, Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza it is." Lizzie drew the cards.

 

"So we...call these out?" 

 

"Yeah. Basically, you say Taco, Cat, Goat, etc. But if you say Pizza, and you have a Pizza card, everyone has to put their hand in the middle. The last one has to take the pile of cards."

 

"Okay."

 

"Taco."

 

"Cat."

 

"Goat."

 

"Cheese."

 

"Pizza."

 

"Taco-" Jimmy began, but then realised it was a Taco card.

 

Everyone put their hands into the middle; he was too slow, however.

 

"ITS THE CANARY CURSE."

 

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Jim," Grian called from his perch on the couch.

 

"Shut up, pesky bird," Jimmy muttered.

 

"I like this game." Husk said, a hint of a grin on his face.

 

"Unlucky canary." Lizzie teased.

 

"Don't even start."

 

+

 

Many screams of "UNO" and "TACO CAT" later, the group was exhausted.

 

"I can't believe I lost, babe," Jimmy whined to Joel.

 

"Bad luck?" Joel offered.

 

"Or maybe he's just a loser." Grian cackled.

 

Charlie was watching from afar, where Vaggie was resting beside her.

 

"They're so mean to each other."

 

"Maybe that's their love language."

 

Alastor let out a low chuckle at this.

 

"Try telling your father that."

 

Lucifer was beside Alastor, wings in shades of ruby red splayed out under him.

 

And over in the corner?

 

Telemachus and Neo tucked together, sound asleep.

 

 

Notes:

awww they're all sillies!!!

next chapter will come out soon!

Chapter 12: that says you survived

Summary:

Vaggie and Etho talk

Notes:

fun fact! This chapter was inspired by a doodle i did at an eye test!
TW FOR SCARS!

Vaggie POV

 

She had waited until everyone else had left.

 

Waited until it was empty.

 

Then she stepped into the bathroom.

 

It was weird being alone in there at night; there was no chaos, no one scrambling to brush their teeth or wash their face...or, in some cases, do their makeup.

 

She took off her eyepatch and set it aside before looking at herself in the mirror.

 

Her right eye was, well, gone. In its place, a void of black, empty darkness, with a scar over it.

 

A shudder passed over her body as she remembered how she'd lost it; in a fight with Lute, years before the hotel.

 

"Hey."

 

A voice made Vaggie jump.

 

Etho.

 

Bdubs' boyfriend, if she remembered correctly.

 

"Hi."

 

"Is...it okay if I come in?" Etho asked.

 

"...sure."

 

He had noticed her eye; she was sure of that.

 

He stood a little away from her, untying his hair and...

 

...removing the mask he always kept on.

 

Vaggie wondered about that; at first, she figured it was just a style choice. But he never took it off around the others.

 

Now she knew why.

 

A scar trailed over his eye, over the right side of his jaw and chin, and a little down his neck.

 

"Strange, isn't it?" Etho chuckled.

 

"What? Oh, sorry." Vaggie mumbled sheepishly.

 

"No, it's okay." He shrugged. "What happened to your eye?"

 

"It...looks freaky, doesn't it?" She replied, voice cracking at the edges. "Lost it in a fight."

 

"I don't think it's freaky."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yeah. Scars are a sign that even though you went through something painful, you can make it out the other side."

 

"You think so?"

 

"Yeah." He nodded. "But you don't have to cover it up."

 

"I'm not really proud of it," she admitted. "I want to show people, when I'm ready."

 

"And that's fine, too."

 

"Have you shown anyone yet?" Vaggie asked.

 

"Only Bdubs and Cleo." His reply was quiet. "But it didn't change anything between us."

 

"That's good to hear...the only person I've ever really talked about it with is Charlie."

 

"She's very kind. And weirdly patient." Etho chuckled.

 

"Yeah, that is kind of her thing."

 

Vaggie left that bathroom with a changed perspective.

 

Maybe not all secrets needed to be hidden.

Notes:

YAY!!! MY MOTIVATION HAS RETURNED!!!

Chapter 13: once again, I NEED IDEAS

Summary:

provide ideas!

anything goes :D

Hello, good people who read this fic!

 

if you have any ideas, feel free to share them!

 

(my ideas are just non-existent lol, tho i might do a halloween chapter!!!)

Chapter 14: YOU'RE A MAID?!?

Summary:

"What-" Jax started, as the others opened a vote.

"Wait, wait-"

Notes:

tysm for all your requests! I promise I'll add those in to the next few chapters!

Martyn POV

 

Now, being that Martyn had spent so long with Grian, he thought he'd seen everything.

 

Apparently not.

 

According to Pomni, thanks to Caine, the others could open votes for anything.

 

Literally anything at all, as long as the majority voted for it.

 

"What-" Jax started, as the others opened a vote.

 

"Wait, wait-"

 

"What's happening?" Grian asked. "What are we voting for?"

 

"To turn him into a maid," Scott replied. Then he whispered something in Grian's ear, and he started laughing hysterically.

 

"NOT AGAIN!" Jax exploded.

 

"I figured you liked this kind of thing." Zooble shrugged, and Martyn knew that if they had a mouth, they'd be grinning.

 

"WH-WHAT? NO!"

 

Martyn realised he couldn't vote.

 

And that meant-

 

POOF.

 

Majority voted YES. 2 voted NO.

 

Jax was now in a full-on maid dress costume, frills and all.

 

He started shrieking and launched himself at Zooble.

 

And so was Martyn.

 

He probably looked like an idiot; the dress was akin to the one he wore while part of the Mint Mistletoes team.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott grinning.

 

"You asshole!" Martyn yelled. "I HATE YOU, SCOTT!"

 

"LOVE YOU TOO!" Scott yelled back.

 

"I AM GOING TO BITE YOU!"

 

He was flushed red with embarrassment. So was Jax.

 

This would not end well.

 

He grabbed an axe and started chasing after Scott.

 

"Martyn! VOID BELOW! DROP THE AXE! OH MY GOD-"

 

"NO CHANCE!"

 

It looked like it wasn't going to end well, but even so...?

 

They were laughing as they chased each other, eventually tackling each other onto the ground.

 

"You're so annoying." Martyn laughed breathlessly.

 

"Yeah, well, so are you." Scott grinned.

Chapter 15: getting caught (kind of)

Summary:

"There's so much I want to say."

"Then say it."

Notes:

scarian kiss as requested by @vileloll

and martyn and angel as requested by @AxelisPOG!

Scar POV

 

Finally, him and Grian were alone.

 

Actually alone, without anyone else around.

 

He tugged at Grian's hand gently.

 

"Scar?" He turned to him. "Are you okay?"

 

"I kind of wanted to talk to you." Scar replied. "Is that okay?"

 

"Go ahead. There's no-one else here," Grian geustured to the empty space.

 

Scar's emerald eyes flickered with anxiety.

 

"There's so much I want to say."

 

"Then say it."

 

"You make it sound so easy," he grinned brokenly.

 

"Yeah, 'cause you're a beautiful idiot."

 

"I'm not an idiot!"

 

"Yeah, you are."

 

Scar flushed red.

 

"No, I am NOT!" He shrieked indignantly.

 

Grian laughed; the sound was warm against the night air.

 

It felt like home.

 

And Scar wasn't sure anyone else could make him feel that way.

 

He broke the comfortable silence, finally ready to talk.

 

"Hey, Grian? Can I tell you something?" He whispered into his partner's short brown hair.

 

"Yeah." Grian replied. "Go ahead."

 

"I love you." Scar blurted out. "I love you a lot."

 

Grian turned to face him.

 

"I love you too, you goof."

 

He kissed Scar right there and then. 

 

A wolf whistle made Scar freeze.

 

Of course.

 

"Martyn, fuck off." Grian whispered through gritted teeth.

 

"NO CHANCE. YOU TWO ARE MAKING OUUUUUT!"

 

"NO WAY." Angel yelled, appearing behind him, taking a picture with his phone.

 

"Wait, really?" Pomni's voice came from further down the hall.

 

"I'd pay to see that." Jax echoed after her.

 

"OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!" Grian scowled.

 

Scar was in disbelief.

 

He'd just told Grian he actually fucking loved him, and now this was happening.

 

A group of their friends, in the hall, annoucing that they'd kissed. 

 

Void below.

 

"What the shit?" He said, to no-one in particular.

Chapter 16: hockey death match

Summary:

A HOCKEY MATCH TO DECIDE WHO IS TRULY

THE BEST.

_______________________

based on irl experiences

Notes:

pls bear with me hockey is making me lose braincells

POV is up to interpretation!

 

"ALRIGHT, YOU GENDERLESS BLOBS OF FLESH! TODAY YOU PLAY FLOOR HOCKEY!" Caine yelled.

 

"Excuse me?" Tango coughed. "Hockey?"

 

"Scared to lose, fire boy?" Jax called.

 

"Oh ho ho, no. I was the champion of my hockey team." Tango replied. "And I'll kick your ass."

 

"Don't sound so confident, Tops." Impulse ruffled his hair. "This isn't gonna be easy."

 

"AND IT'S A FREE-FOR-ALL! THREE LIVES AND YOU'RE DONE FOR!"

 

"Hey, that's my line," Circe yelled.

 

"And three lives? That seems almost too perfect." Alastor retorted, gesturing to Grian.

 

"My death game is much different from this, Radiohead." Grian bristled.

 

"COLLECT YOUR HOCKEY STICKS!" 

 

A falling bin of the stuff almost crushed Tango.

 

"Dios mio, a little more warning next time?"

 

There was clammering and pushing to grab one; eventually, there were none left.

 

"Void below." Etho sighed.

 

"YOU CAN BE A REFEREE!"'

 

"But of what-?"

 

"THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT! SCORE BY GETTING YOUR BALL IN THE NET! IF YOUR BALL IS CAPTURED, YOU ARE OUT!"

 

He tossed a whistle at Etho, which he barely caught.

 

"BEGIN!"

 

It was all a blur; Mumbo and Niffty were two of the first to go.

 

"HEY!" Scott shrieked as Pearl came barrelling into him.

 

"Too slow!" Pearl yelled back. A massive gloved hand suddenly stopped her.

 

"NOT SO FAST, YOUNG LADY!" Caine shook his head. "No body contact allowed!"

 

"What! That's not fair. Etho, he's wrong, right?"

 

Etho startled.

 

"Uh, no, he's not."

 

"So you are OUT!" Caine yelled, and Pearl disappeared from the court.

 

Everyone who was left had two lives remaining.

 

Suddenly, it began to flood, until the hockey field looked like a scene from The Little Mermaid. 

 

"Underwater hockey?" Tango paled a little. "But-"

 

"Go with it." Pomni nudged him.

 

"Okay."

 

"Martyn, what in the unholy shit happened to you?!" Angel yelled.

 

His usual human features were replaced by siren scales, a tail curling around his legs.

 

"Siren hybrid." He shrugged before stealing Angel's ball.

 

"YOU LITTLE SHIT-!" 

 

Down to one life.

 

Martyn was overtaking Tango, and that pissed him off.

 

Damnit.

 

He had to think smarter. Not harder.

 

The two were competing as if no one else were there, not even noticing their friends getting picked off.

 

Glass shattered, and the water filtered out; Martyn was back to normal now.

 

Only he, Tango, Valentino (HOW???), and Scott were left.

 

Tango managed to steal Scott's ball, catching him off guard.

 

Out the corner of his eye, he saw Valentino ram into Martyn.

 

"HEY! THAT'S PHYSICAL CONTACT! OUT!" Etho yelled.

 

The moth-man disappeared, the last part of him remaining a deep red scowl.

 

It was just Tango and Martyn left now.

 

The silence between them was deafening. 

 

They battled for what felt like hours, glaring at each other.

 

Tango tripped him up.

 

And took the last remaining ball, watching his friend disappear.

 

"LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A WINNER!" Caine yelled. "Tango Tek!"

 

He...won?

 

He won.

 

The hockey course faded, revealing everyone once again.

 

Jimmy stepped toward him and hugged him, wrapping his wings around his partner.

 

"I won," Tango whispered into his shoulder.

 

"I'm proud of you," Jimmy whispered back, pressing a kiss to his head. "I love you."

 

Warmth filled his chest.

 

"I love you too."

 

 

 

 

Chapter 17: jerk.

Summary:

Jax is a jerk.

Gem loses her shit.

Notes:

as requested by @NightShade_89

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
Mentions of YHS, S@m is his own warning, partial panic attack.

Gem POV

Two hours after the hockey match...

 

"I'm beat."

 

"You look beat," Pearl agreed, nudging her arm.

 

"Wow, Pearl. Thanks for stating the obvious." Gem replied dryly.

 

"Yeah, I love you too." Pearl grinned.

 

"No surprises there." Gem sighed.

 

She threw her hockey stick into the bin and began heading to her and Pearl's room.

 

The match had been fun, though she was exhausted now.

 

Some arguing stopped her in her tracks.

 

"Scared, birdbrain?"

 

"No." Grian.

 

"Oh, come on. It's just a harmless prank."

 

"Yeah, well, I don't care."

 

"Open the door already."

 

Gem almost jumped backwards when she saw the white rabbit jump out.

 

But when she saw Grian's expression (pure terror), she couldn't stay put any longer.

 

"What the fuck was that?" 

 

"Oh, hey, Gemmy." Jax grinned. "Nothing much."

 

"Don't call me that." The nickname reminded her too much of Skizz.

 

And this jerk was nothing like him.

 

"What did you do to him?" Gem snapped.

 

"Noth-"

 

She grabbed him by his collar.

 

"Nothing, my ass."

 

"Oh, come on, it's not that serious. It was just a prank." Jax rolled his eyes.

 

"You son of a bitch, you upset him." 

 

"So what?"

 

All the pent-up rage she had rose to the surface, and-

 

-She punched him, right between the eyes.

 

He stumbled back.

 

"That's what."

 

Gem immediately helped Grian up.

 

He was still shaking.

 

"Grian?"

 

No response.

 

She took him back to his room; he needed to be alone.

 

"No, no, no, I can't go back, I can't-" Grian whispered.

 

"Go back where?" Gem squeezed his hand.

 

"...back there. B-B-Back with him...Taurtis, I'm sorry-"

 

"Who's Taurtis? Grian?"

 

"He was my friend from high school...and...and Sam stabbed him-stupid fucking bunny hood-"

 

"So that's why white rabbits scare you," Gem replied, running her hand through his wings, picking up feathers that came loose.

 

"Mhm."

 

There was a knock on the door; it was Scar and Zooble.

 

"Hey," Scar said, voice low. "Did something happen?"

 

"Jax happened," Gem replied.

 

"Son of a bitch. Do you know where he went?" Zooble asked.

 

"No, sorry."

 

"Is...Grian, are you okay?"

 

He shook his head; Scar went and sat next to him on his other side.

 

"C'mon," Gem said to Zooble. "Let's leave them be."

 

And as they left, Gem prayed he'd be okay.

 

He will be okay...

 

...right?

Chapter 18: red hearts

Summary:

Ren and Alastor have a heart to heart.

Notes:

i'm back from the dead guys!!!

Ren POV

 

It was around dusk when the Radio Demon approached him.

 

"You don't look all that threatening."

 

"Most people agree with that sentiment."

 

"Then why do some of your, er, followers-"

 

"-friends-"

 

"-friends appear to be so terrified of you when you're angry?"

 

"I was the Red King once, me lad. Bloodthirsty and bloodhungry, we wanted nothing more than to slaughter our competition."

 

"And Red Winter...?" He cocked his head.

 

"M'hand beheaded me and blood soaked the lands, just as the first snows were falling, bringing Red Winter. Our army was strong, but we were defeated at the hand of our enemies."

 

"Where did the bloodlust go? You could put it to good use."

 

"There is no good in bloodlust, comrade."

 

"I suppose that may be true, in some circumstances."

 

"Well. That's my story. What about yours?"

 

"It's quite a long one. I'd go down a...what do they say? Ah, yes. A rabbit hole."

 

Ren chuckled at the statement.

 

"I'm sure it is no bigger rabbit hole than my miseries," he replied.

 

Alastor looked at him sideways.

 

"Well, if I must. Much like you, my bloodlust was prominent for a long while. It rested inside me, like a beast waiting to break from it's cage. And one day, it did. After my father attacked my mother in cold blood, I made sure his blood tainted the floors beneath him. I became bloodthirsty after that. Slaughter is addicting...but it maims who you are."

 

Alastor's gaze dropped to the floor momentarily.

 

"And it maimed me. Made me this...one of the most powerful demons in Hell."

 

"But aren't we all just demons? In our own right?" Ren replied.

 

"It would make sense."

 

"The world maimed our red hearts to make us stronger."

 

"You seem confident in saying this, my friend." Alastor tilted his head once again.

 

"It happens to souls like us." Ren shrugged.

 

"I'd have to agree."

 

The silence between them was not uncomfortable, no-

 

-it was that of understanding.

 

 

Chapter 19: break in the chaos

Summary:

everybody takes a break.

redstone as requested by @diinoHR, and emily & molly as requested by @Raine_The_Axolotl!!!

Notes:

still reeling from hazbin hotel s2 ep3 and 4, hbu

POV is up to interpretation!

 

There was mostly silence that night.

 

No one spoke much; there wasn't much to speak of, anyhow.

 

Etho reappeared from his and Bdubs' room, except his hair was down.

 

Scar let out a low whistle.

 

"Hey, Etho. Your hair looks great."

 

"You think?" The fox-hybrid replied.

 

"Yeah. S'pretty." Vaggie agreed, from beside Charlie.

 

Bdubs looked lovestruck.

 

"I take back what I said when we were playing Uno. Please marry me." 

 

Angel and Martyn howled with laughter.

 

"I'm not kidding!" Bdubs replied insistently, face flushed red.

 

"I know." Etho replied, sitting next to him. "And I'd be happy to marry you."

 

He flushed scarlet.

 

Before he could let out another indignant squawk, there was a shriek of delight.

 

They poked their heads into the next room over, which was a massive workshop.

 

Inside, three people surrounded a workbench.

 

"It worked!" Tango yelled. "It actually worked."

 

"It's so...wow. It's extraordinary." Baxter said thoughtfully.

 

"It's quite simple, really," Mumbo replied. "You connect the redstone to the repeaters, and then..."

 

They had made a contraption out of redstone and blocky shapes.

 

"Is that blood?" Pomni whispered, pointing at the redstone.

 

"Sure looks like it." Angel agreed.

 

"It's not." Mumbo corrected. "It's redstone. Hermitcraft's...er..."

 

"Electricity." Tango clarified.

 

Mumbo nodded.

 

"Sweet baby Jellie, that's so cool." Scar smiled.

 

"Don't let Vox get his hands on that," Alastor said. "He'll do hell knows what with it."

 

"I doubt he'd understand it, to be frankly honest." Mumbo shrugged.

 

Angel suppressed a snort.

 

"Someone of his intelligence would be hindered by this advanced technology," Baxter more or less agreed.

 

Molly laughed politely behind her hand.

 

"Well, I think your invention is pretty great." Emily grinned.

 

"I think you guys should take a break, though," Cub added.

 

The three of them exchanged a look.

 

"Yeah, we've been here all night." Tango agreed. "C'mon."

 

They all ended up sprawled on the many couches (and the floor).

 

Emily and Molly were chatting away beside Etho and Bdubs, who were fast asleep, Etho's tail draped over Bdubs' legs.

 

Cub was scolding Mumbo for overworking himself again.

 

"It's only because I love you."

 

"I know."

 

He pressed a kiss to Mumbo's hand.

 

"Good."

 

Charlie and Tango were preening their partners' wings, feathers beginning to line the carpet.

 

Grian sneezed as one made contact with his nose.

 

"Aww, cute." Cherri teased.

 

He flushed pink.

 

"She's not wrong, G." Scar kissed the top of his head. 

 

"Shut up." He mumbled, feathers fluffed indignantly.

 

KeeKee made herself comfortable on Scar's head just moments later, purring softly.

 

In what seemed to be an exchange, Jellie settled on Lucifer's lap.

 

"Is she yours?" He asked Scar.

 

"Yeah."

 

"KeeKee is fond of you. That's unusual." Alastor noted.

 

"Scar's a cat person. What's not to like about him?" Vaggie retorted, a hint of a smile on her face.

 

"I suppose." Alastor closed his eyes; Lucifer leaned his head on his shoulder.

 

It was a nice break-

 

"SCOTT! GIVE BACK MY SHOE!"

 

"NOPE!"

 

-ah, spoke too soon.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 20: what in the unholy shit-?!

Summary:

KIDNAPPING THAT NO-ONE ASKED FOR
+ the vees being villains >:)

tw: kidnapping, hair pulling (non-sexual)

Notes:

Sorry this has been on hiatus for a while!
my motivation got hit by a train, then Vox kidnapped some people in season 2, and, well, this chapter was born

Ren POV

 

His whole body felt horribly numb.

 

Well, not all of it.

 

Where chains were holding his hands back, there was a sharp metallic warmth that smelled of-

 

-blood. 

 

Ren blinked open his eyes, which still felt heavy.

 

The smell of an aphrodisiac smoke lingered in the air, bright lights everywhere.

 

Then he heard a soft whimper beside him.

 

"Pearl? Is that you, friend?" He whispered.

 

"Yeah." She replied, voice shaking. "Ren? Are you alright?"

 

"I think I'm bleeding. But I'm otherwise alright. Are you okay?"

 

"I'm fine."

 

"You're shaking."

 

Pearl went quiet after that.

 

"I would help you...but..." He tugged at the chains, which pressed tighter into his wrists.

 

"Oh, no. They got you, too," she breathed, fresh tears rolling down her face.

 

"We finally caught you." 

 

Ren turned his head sharply to see Vox.

 

He was the media demon everybody feared, or at least seemed to fear.

 

"What do you want with us?" Ren snapped, hoping his voice wasn't as broken as he thought.

 

"Leverage, my friend."

 

"Leverage? For what?" Pearl asked, then she gasped.

 

"You're going to hurt Charlie."

 

Vox had a calculated look on his face, then smirked.

 

"No, I won't."

 

"But you'll force her to hand over the hotel. She's never going to do that." Pearl's eyes narrowed, ears pinned back against her head.

 

Ren let out a sharp growl as Vox grabbed her face and tilted it upward, drawing blood as he did so.

 

"She will." He hissed. "Or you both will die."

 

"I'm not dying here." Pearl snapped back.

 

Ren knew just how powerful Pearl was...but also that Vox wasn't bluffing.

 

"Let go of her," Ren growled. "Now."

 

"And what will you do? You're chained up as well, mutt." Vox replied, his voice dark.

 

"I am not a mutt, you slippery-"

 

Suddenly, he was yanking on his hair; it felt like he was trying to rip it out of his skull.

 

"What was that?"

 

"I am not a mutt." Ren snarled. "And Pearl is not your toy."

 

"Don't test me." 

 

He tugged harder, and Ren let out a loud scream.

 

Blood began to dribble down the dog hybrid's face as he let go.

 

"And that is why you don't fuck with me, mutt."

 

He left, and the room was filled with heavy silence.

 

"Ren? Ren, you're bleeding." Pearl tried to lean toward him, but she was too weak.

 

"I'm alright." He shuffled closer to her, ignoring the sticky warmth on his face.

 

It was no worse than his death before Red Winter; at least his hand was spared the view this time around.

 

Martyn.

 

He was at the hotel. He didn't know Ren was gone.

 

Dread overwhelmed Ren completely, his heart sinking to his stomach.

 

"They're still back there." His eyes were glassy. "Our partners, they're-"

 

"-they'll save us. I'm sure they will." Pearl murmured. "We'll survive this."

 

If we survive this, Ren thought to himself.

 

If. 

Notes:

um...I hope you enjoyed the chapter...?

the next one should be out in a few days :p

Chapter 21: you / in my dreams

Summary:

YAY another chapter!!!

trigger warning: blood, mentions of death

Notes:

Stars fill his vision as he stirs.

Something is deathly wrong.

Martyn POV

 

All night, worry had consumed him, even to the moment when his eyes fluttered closed.

 

And now it had entered his dreams.

 

Well...the yellow at the corner of his vision said otherwise.

 

He saw scarlet pools leaking onto the floor, out of a bony corpse.

 

Bleeding. Someone was bleeding.

 

Dying.

 

Ren and Pearl crying out for help.

 

The Vees in their tower, laughing as they stood over them.

 

Grian rushing down the hotel stairs.

 

A mess of blood and bones.

 

The hotel burning in green flames.

 

Demons fleeing from blue creatures.

 

All of them falling into the void, a kiss from death.

 

And then came the whispers.

 

Maybe you should have tried harder.

 

Tried harder to what?

 

There goes your chance to get home.

 

Why didn't you save them?

 

Worried faces...was that Gem? Charlie?

 

I can't find them.

 

Where are they?!?

 

Martyn woke up, gasping.

 

Stars fill his vision as he stirred.

 

Something was deathly wrong.

 

Why didn't you save them?

 

It sounded less like the guilt he expected...

 

...more like a warning.

 

But who were the whispers talking about?

 

His body was shaking; his breath uneven.

 

It's fine. It's not real.

 

He tossed the sheets aside and got out of bed; maybe a walk would clear his head.

 

Martyn walked the empty halls for a while until he reached the lobby.

 

It felt sickeningly cold without the lights, without the sound of Husk making drinks in the bar.

 

He sat down on the couch, the one Alastor and Lucifer usually occupied.

 

The quiet wasn't helping.

 

Nor was the constant creaking of the floorboards.

 

It wasn't long before Martyn heard muffled sobs.

 

He got up off the couch and found Gem and Charlie.

 

"I c-can't find them, where a-are t-they?" Gem choked.

 

"They'll be back by sunrise...I hope." Charlie whispered.

 

Martyn felt blood rush to his skull.

 

That was in the dream.

 

"Who will be back?" Martyn asked.

 

"P-Pearl and Ren, th-they're missing."

 

"Missing."

 

He hadn't seen Ren all night.

 

Martyn's mind flashes again.

 

Pearl and Ren crying out in pain.

 

Grian rushed downstairs.

 

"Ren, Pearl-"

 

"-the Vees have them," he finished in unison with Grian.

 

And when their gazes lock?

 

Martyn knows this is no dream.

 

It was a vision from the Listeners and Watchers.

 

They were in danger.

 

And there was no going back.

Notes:

uh...hope you enjoyed this one?

next chapter should be out soon, leave suggestions if you'd like, and thank you for reading!

also merry christmas and happy hanukkah if you celebrate them!

Chapter 22: coming together

Summary:

They save one of their own.

Notes:

GUESS WHAT LONGER CHAPTER!

as requested by @bro_klyn

Charlie POV

 

How had they missed that?

 

How had they missed Ren and Pearl being taken?

 

How were they so irresponsible?

 

How-

 

"You okay?" Vaggie said, a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

 

"Yeah...it's just...yeah."

 

It was quiet.

 

Too quiet.

 

She could see Tango pacing himself into the floorboards, Cleo looking guilty, and Martyn's distraught expression.

 

Even Alastor's presence was almost silent.

 

She let out a shuddery sigh.

 

"Alright." Charlie clapped, getting everyone's attention. "We need to do something."

 

"But how? The Vee Tower isn't exactly easy to get into," Angel pointed out.

 

"Or out of," Martyn added.

 

"Uh...dad?" Charlie turned to Lucifer.

 

"Yes, Char-Char?"

 

"Could you maybe teleport us in there?" She replied nervously.

 

"No can do. They'd notice the devil in their shitty fake Tower of Babel almost immediately." He shrugged.

 

"But isn't that the point?" Gem retorted, eyes still red from crying earlier.

 

"Vox has connections with Carmilla Carmine," Alastor explained. "He could easily take angelic steel and use it to kill any of us."

 

"Psh. Not us. Surely." Grian replied, his confidence faltering.

 

"Surely." Lizzie agreed.

 

Grian's eyes flickered purple.

 

"Angelic steel, if strong enough, can kill a Watcher or Listener," a voice answered.

 

Martyn went pale.

 

"But how? We've never even gotten near that stuff." Scar argued.

 

"It also has the potency to kill Winners."

 

"How?" Martyn demanded. "Why?"

 

"The steel possesses materials that bring harm to us, damaging our power in a way."

 

"And with demons, it can erase their existence," Vaggie mumbled. "If you stab hard enough."

 

Everyone turned to look at her.

 

She hid behind Charlie, who instinctively put an arm around her.

 

"Explain. Right now." Cleo deadpanned.

 

"She doesn't have to," Charlie began, but her partner stopped her.

 

"No. No, it's okay." Vaggie replied.

 

Her eyes were wide, and she was trembling; Charlie was about to disagree again, but she began to speak.

 

"I was an Exorcist before I fell and ended up here," she explained. "I understand if you don't trust me anymore."

 

There was a brief silence.

 

"Oh," Scar said. "Wow. Why didn't you say anything before?"

 

"I was afraid." She admitted.

 

Charlie felt an odd sense of pride in her chest as she watched Vaggie.

 

"It's okay to be afraid." Tango's voice was quiet. "I mean...it's not easy. But it's okay."

 

"And we've all done bad things before," Ragatha added. 

 

Zooble nodded from beside her.

 

"And all the parts of you are okay. Especially the not-so-great ones," they agreed.

 

"They're right," Charlie said. 

 

Her expression turned serious.

 

"But we still have to find a way to get into the Vee tower."

 

"WE CAN BLOW THE WALLS UP," Grian yelled.

 

"How is that effective?" Alastor asked.

 

"Uh, we have a way in?"

 

"Or we could use redstone instead. It's highly complex...But we can make it work," Baxter suggested.

 

"You could do that?" Charlie confirmed.

 

He, Cub, Tango and Mumbo all nodded.

 

"Alright. That's the first step." Charlie drummed her fingers on the table. "But what next?"

 

"I think if the Watchers are agreeable, they could help," Grian replied.

 

"And the Listeners," Martyn added.

 

"We have swords." Cleo cracked their knuckles. "And we can kick ass."

 

Angel grinned at them.

 

Charlie smiled.

 

"Then let's get to work."

Chapter 23: breaking your bones - part one

Summary:

They sneak in.

TW: references to (implied) torture, blood

Notes:

FINALLY updating again!

im sick again TwT,, help,,

gem's secret life void eye as requested by @Quinncer

pearl and ren hypnotism as requested by @NightShade_89

Gem POV

 

They were ready.

 

They were here, and this was it.

 

She clutched her sword.

 

Gem was doing this for Pearl.

 

Her partner.

 

Vox would wish he had never lived, especially after touching her.

 

"You alright there?" Impulse asked, squeezing her shoulder gently.

 

"I'm fine. Thanks."

 

"Let us know if you're not. This is gonna be hard for everyone."

 

It wouldn't be hard for her to crack Vox in half.

 

Jax and Alastor were bickering behind them.

 

"You insolent rabbit-"

 

"Insolent? What are you? An old man?"

 

"Shut up." Vaggie snapped. "We have to be quiet."

 

"Testa duras." Angel agreed, more or less.

 

There was a flicker of red on the building, some of the rooms falling into shadow.

 

"Mumbo got in," Grian reported from the back. "Let's go. Quick."

 

Gem's left eye blinked open.

 

It was void black, with dots of cyan in the very centre, like stars.

 

Her arm looked like sculk, ribbons of dark cyan curling around her sleeve.

 

Charlie's eyes widened.

 

Vaggie looked confused.

 

"What happened to your face?" Pomni gaped.

 

"It's...a power." Gem explained tenatively. "It only shows when I need it. And right now, I do."

 

To get Pearl back.

 

"Let's go, quick." Grian hissed. "Before they notice us."

 

Vaggie forced open a part of the wall, the metal bending slowly.

 

Gem blinked her eye closed, and the void-like pattern disappeared.

 

They crept through the halls.

 

The anxiety was clearly catching up with them, though; Joel had already sliced himself on Gem's sword.

 

"Shit." He muttered.

 

"No time to fix it," Vaggie whispered. "It'll have to wait."

 

Every creak of the floor beneath them made Gem shiver.

 

I wonder if Pearl had to crawl through here.

 

Thoughts of the Vees' cruel treatment and the blood-

 

-the blood-

 

from Martyn's vision still lingered in her mind.

 

"We're here. Don't make any noise." Charlie hissed sharply.

 

Charlie was never mad.

 

Everyone's nerves were surely on edge.

 

As they watched through the crack in the wall, Gem tried not to vomit.

 

Pearl was lying limply on the floor, and Ren had blood all over him.

 

Someone stepped forward and nudged Pearl lightly.

 

"She's out cold," he said.

 

"Knew she wouldn't last long, Voxxy." Another voice scoffed.

 

"Shut up, Val. But yes, for once, you're right." Vox replied.

 

He kicked her again, and Ren growled.

 

"Don't touch her, you filthy-"

 

He gasped as Vox grabbed his hair, yanking his head upwards.

 

Something shone in his eyes, expression going vacant.

 

Gem had to look away, squeezing her eyes closed; when she opened them, she saw Martyn's face pale.

 

And Charlie looked pissed.

 

Angel was grabbing his head.

 

Angel was grabbing his head; everyone began to lose it.

 

Whispers turned to shouts, and their cover was blown.

 

"Found you," Vox grinned.

 

Gem had never felt sicker in her life.

 

Grian leapt forward and kicked him over as everybody began to flood in.

 

Angel was still screaming; Ragatha and Husk were rushing to his side.

 

Gem felt fury rise to the surface, and the void half began to seep through again.

 

"Cute," Valentino said dryly.

 

Joel attempted to defend her, but is thrown back; a loud, sharp crack echoed through the building.

 

He let out a loud screech of pain, and that's when Gem loses it.

 

She swipes at Valentino, soon lost in blood and vengeance.

 

The one thing she's not expecting, however, is Martyn's shrieks.

 

"REN! REN, GET OFF ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?"

 

The other thing she's not expecting is her skull thudding against the wall-

 

-and Pearl's hands against her neck, red eyes boring into her.

Notes:

SEE YOU SOON FOR PART 2 <3

Chapter 24: breaking your bones - part two

Summary:

They enjoy beating the crap out of the Vees.

Notes:

how are you liking this TWO PART SPECIAL so far?

madmaid fans i hope you enjoy your crumbs >:3

TWs: blood, implied hypnotism

Martyn POV

 

"REN! REN, GET OFF ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?"

 

His partner was attacking him.

 

Ren, the man who had sworn to defend his hand.

 

The same Ren who had helped him through his worst days.

 

Ren, the man who he loved, was attacking him.

 

"Ren! Stop it!"

 

It was like his red life bloodlust had returned.

 

Martyn screamed as his claws met his face, drawing blood.

 

Scarlet dribbled down his face.

 

Ren's hits kept coming-

 

-and he wasn't sure he'd last much longer.

 

He tried to hit back, but something was stopping him.

 

A cold, twisting feeling in his chest.

 

How could he hurt Ren?

 

Even though he looked like an angry predator, covered in his own blood...

 

...nothing in the world could bring him to harm Ren.

 

He took a moment to glance beside him; a risky gambit, considering the position she was in.

 

Gem cried out as her skull slammed against the wall, Pearl's arms around her throat.

 

Pearl.

 

Pearl was attacking Gem.

 

He saw Vaggie and Pomni leap forward and shove her off Gem.

 

Martyn kicked Ren off him; he was knocked back onto the ground, snarling like a wild animal.

 

Yellow fire blazed at his wrists, a Listener ability that came in handy during fights like these.

 

He shot blindly at Ren, not wanting actually to hurt him.

 

A screech sounded moments later; one of the shots had connected with him.

 

Another unearthly scream sounded moments later.

 

Grian was in a chokehold, wings flaring, eyes blazing purple.

 

And at the end of the cord choking him was Vox.

 

"Nice try, you little shit."

 

"Let him go," the Watchers snapped from within Grian.

 

Martyn could hear the Listeners whispering in his head.

 

Danger, danger, danger...

 

"LET HIM GO!" Grian/the Watchers shrieked.

 

"I don't think so. Your powers will be useful for what I'm about to do."

 

"Listener, do something!" They snapped at Martyn.

 

He froze in shock before moving forward to help Grian.

 

Skizz, Scar, and Angel leapt on Ren.

 

He didn't remember much after that, excluding a blur of blood, feathers, and a line of curses.

 

Grian, once free, leapt at Vox.

 

He attacked, lunging at Vox with a snarl.

 

Vox ducked, then retaliated with a punch that sent Grian stumbling.

 

Martyn hit back, and both he and Grian put him in the dirt.

 

"Wait," Gem huffed from behind them. 

 

He looked at her questioningly; she gestured for him to move back.

 

With her void arm, she cracked Vox's screen.

 

The cracks split all along it, completely trashing the 4k screen (Vox, you just got caught in 4K).

 

"That's what you get for controlling Pearl and Ren, you sick bastard." She snapped.

 

Valentino was in a heap beside him, Tango having burned parts of his wings to a crisp.

 

And Velvette was in pieces, Niffty running around her with a knife, Baxter watching her somewhat fondly.

 

Ren and Pearl blinked their eyes open, stirring from where they lay on the floor.

 

"REN!" Martyn yelled, falling to his knees beside him.

 

Ren stared vacantly at him for a few seconds, before pulling Martyn into his arms.

 

"I'm so, so sorry." He whispered. "I hurt you, hand."

 

"No, no, you didn't. I'm alright."

 

"But the others..."

 

Gem was cradling Pearl, kissing her all over.

 

Bdubs and Joel were (desperately trying to) stitch up Etho's cuts.

 

Skizz and Impulse were helping Grian to his feet; Scar appeared beside them and lifted Grian onto his back.

 

Once Grian was gone, Skizz and Impulse knelt beside Gem, soothing her as she cried.

 

Ragatha and Pomni watched from nearby; Pomni was also trying to help Jax, to no avail.

 

Martyn turned his gaze back to Ren, using his thumb to wipe away stray tears running down his face.

 

"My lord," he said. "There's something I have to say."

 

"Yes, hand?" His voice was raspy.

 

"I love you."

 

"I love you, too."

 

Ren leaned forward and kissed him.

 

Martyn kissed back.

 

And he knew, for now, they were safe.

Notes:

ough,, treebark,,

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