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Context: You are a witch that grew up in the town of Backwater, a town where all paranormal folk are sent to the pyre to burn. They'd tried to burn you, but you unleashed your terrible power upon them and escaped with the werewolf, Caleb. The forest could not hold you, the abomination of Alabastor Plantation could not hold you, and you've managed to join the traveling freak show of Mr. Wibbly Wob's Phantasmic Pain Train. The future is uncertain, but you know one thing: the three of you need to escape Backwater.

Setting: Mr. Wibbly Wob's Phantasmic Pain Train (1890)

Tags: [MM4A][Werewolf Speaker][Devil Speaker][Flashback][Witch Listener][Southern Gothic][Supernatural][Neko][Horror][Kisses][Confession][Cuddles][Comfort][The Future][CW: Angst/Implied Abandonment/Violence]

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Italicized text is Sev, the Seventh Devil and father of the Listener Normal text is all Caleb, our favorite Southern floof

[Scene opens in a dark cellar]

[SFX: Muffled shouting from above]

[You’re six again as you dream, curled up on the cold floor of the cellar]

[SFX: Chains rattling]

Well… What has your mother done to my little Pumpkin, hm?

[A man steps from the shadows, almost entirely alien]

Now, don’t scream, child… My child.

[Pause?]

Kehehehe… Yes. You’re from my blood, child. Half human, half Devil. Forgive me for not being here more. Papa’s work keeps him very busy. After all, I have to help people hear or say words left unspoken. Words left to rot have a lot of power, sweet child. Words left to rot can descend on sanity like a swarm of cicadas, clattering and screaming. With that in mind, I want you to listen to me… alright?

[He frowns as you hug him, tensing]

…Now, child, you shouldn’t be hugging people you hardly know.

[Pause]

…I’m glad you’re happy to meet your Daddy. But don’t go getting attached. This’ll be the last time you see me.

[Pause]

[He sighs through his nose and sarcastically pats your back]

There, there… Cease your crying, those meat sacks raising you on my behalf will come running. I want to make sure my progeny has the power to destroy, just like me. I’ll teach you my magic and, one day, you’ll go forth in my name. You’ll use your hatred of me, of all who wronged you, to slaughter Backwater. Maybe more… You’ll learn little by little in dreams. Now… Time to let go of Daddy, Pumpkin.

[...]

[He tenses, taken aback]

I…? No, you can’t… Don’t be stupid.

[...]

…I love you, too, Pumpkin. Don’t let that love sit, though. You need to hate and hate powerfully. Then, you’ll become the true Lord of Backwater. Those sanctimonious creatures will burn to ash… And you? You will rise from pools of their blood and rule this place as the Witch of Backwater. Once you’ve done that, killed all the Lords, I’ll return and have all the time in the world for you. Go, my child. Learn to hate as much as one can and tear them to pieces!

[...]

Hmhm, good. I’ll see you soon.

[SFX: Dark magic]

[Scene transitions to the present, aboard the train]

“Darlin’?”

[...]

“Darlin’!”

[You sit up with a gasp, almost headbutting Caleb]

“Whoa, easy! Damned near headbutted me. You OK, hon? You’re in a sweat…”

[Pause…]

“Hey… Hey, shhh… Mikey, lock the cabin door, would ya?”

[SFX: A lock clicking into place]

“Look at me, Spellslinger… There ya go. No, c’mon, let’s get those tears cleaned up.”

[Pause]

“You are crying, hon… Hey! No, don’t fight me off! Damnit, it’s OK, you’re allowed to cry! Mikey and I ain’t gonna judge you! We’re… I know we ain’t been together that long, but y’all are family, as far as I’m concerned!”

[The word “family” catches you like a punch to the gut and you break, sobbing again]

“Oh shi-... Spellslinger, c’mere… Shh, I gotcha. Look, Mikey’s got you, too. We’re gonna be OK, sweetheart, OK? We’re gonna get to Moonvale, we’ll get us one of them fancy apartments and I’ll find work while you do schoolin’, if you want. I’ll take care of y-mmh?! Mmh…”

[You kiss him and he immediately melts]

“Gods, that kiss. I- ow! Mikey! Oh for fuck’s sake, fine. He wants a kiss on the top of his head, Spellslinger. Could you oblige so he’ll get his tiny lil claws out of my damned side?”

[You give Mikey his kiss and he happily purrs]

“Hmph. First kiss and this little shit decides he needs in on it. Yer lucky yer cute, Mikey, otherwise I might just throw you off the damned train. Now, could you go get a drink or something so Spellslinger and I can talk?”

[Mikey hops down and heads out, with a bit of sass]

[SFX: The train cabin door opening and shutting]

“There we go. Now, c’mere…”

[He pulls you close and you kiss for a bit, comfortable in his arms]

“Mmh… I thought I said I wanted to wait until I was a respectable man to ask you to court me, sweetheart.”

[Pause]

[He smiles shyly, blushing]

“You think I already am, huh…? Well, you’re the smartest person I know. And I trust you but… I don’t want to shoot myself in the tail here but how come you trust me so much?”

[Pause]

“Cause I carried you out of town and protected you from that thing at the plantation? Shit, darlin’, I figured I’d just done what any decent person would do… but I guess if you ain’t had anyone do that for you before it might seem kind of special, huh?”

[Pause?]

“Eheh, sure. I can lie back and you can cuddle up, that’s fine.”

[SFX: Cloth sheets rustling and moving]

“That’s nice… You smell like mint, heh. It uh… it tickles my nose in a nice way.”

[Pause]

“... I love you, Spellslinger. I know it ain’t been long but… everything feels right with you. It feels safe. It makes me want to fight to protect us! And I will, if you’ll have me. Hell, even if you won’t, I’ll fight for ya.”

[Pause]

[He growls but it's more of a happy noise]

“I promise… That nightmare, though… It sounded real bad.”

[...]

“About your father, huh…? Yeah. I get that. Mine ran out on me the second he realized I wasn’t the strong boy he wanted. Hence why my mom had to raise me single… which she didn’t much care for.”

[Pause]

“...He just left you down there? What a fucking asshole!”

[Pause!]

“Tch, I don’t care if he takes offense! No one gets to make you hurt like that!”

[Pause]

“...Sweetheart, if he makes you hurt me, then I know I won’t hold it against you. I’ll protect you as long as I can, even when my body’s old and shaky, cause I know you, me and Mikey? We’re gonna live a long ass time together. I promise.”

[Pause]

“Hehe, we’ll figure it out, sweetheart. Can’t guarantee that the apartment won’t have a few cockroaches, but it’ll be ours. We’ll have made it our own. We’ll get decorations for the holidays. We’ll walk around the city and hold hands and whine about how cold it gets up North, but that’s OK, because we’ll adapt. We’ll adjust. We’ll make it, sweetheart. I’m glad you trust me. It means everything.”

[Pause]

“You’re welcome, Spellslinger. C’mere, snuggle up with me, nice and warm. Let’s try and wrangle you some proper sleep before our next stop, OK?”

[<3]

“Yer welcome, sweetie. Caleb’s got ya. Go on, I’ll be here when you wake.”

[No matter how your mind protests, you drift back to sleep in his arms]

[To be continued]