If This Narcissistic, Potato Sack Of A Man Ends Up Winning, I Will Be Blogging A VERY Strongly Worded

DEVOURS (this chapter will always have a special lil’ place in my heart)

Chapter 4

Not Quite Abandoned

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The night was dark, a rain pouring with a vengeance across all of Mount Rageous. Those with sense stayed indoors, safe and sheltered from the raging storm.

But other things weren't left with much of a choice.

Other things had been traveling. Traveling for a long time. They were desperate for a place to rest.

The line cabin seemed to come from no where, the surrounding area so empty and forgotten that the exhausted entity found it odd that it should even exist.

Maybe other homes used to dot the barren landscape, neighbors and friends. A community.

But it must have been a long time ago.

A tall, dark wooden door creaked open just slightly, the wind and rain welcoming itself into the abandoned home. A dark, smoke-like shadow slipped through the open doorway, making its way into a small room.

The strange mass wound around the space, its movement quick and almost suspicious. As if it were examining the area for danger.

Soon enough, the entity must have figured the crumbling structure to be suitable enough, as the dark figure began to swirl and twist, mangling itself into the shape of a Rageon. Soon, it took the form of a tall, dull-coloured demonic being.

The demon peered around, his tail dangling behind him and his cape slightly moving with the small air current that seeped from the shattered window.

He began to walk, his metal boots clinking against the old wooden floor as he explored the new-found cabin.

His feet carried him to a small kitchen, stopping in front of the table, one of the only still intact pieces of furniture the room had to offer. he inspected the dull, plaid cloth draped over it, and reached out to touch the fabric only to scowl in disgust when his fingers came away coated in dust. How unsanitary.

With an annoyed flick of his tail, the Demon turned to leave, his footsteps echoing throughout the hollow home as he made his way out of the kitchen and into the rooms beyond.

He wasn't aware of the sharp gaze that followed him from under the plaid.

The red demon continued his endeavor, his eyes catching on a large portrait that hung crooked in the tattered living room.

He inspected the time-worn canvas, as he did the table. It was a plain, gray canvas, although the image depicted on it was unrecognizable, courtesy of the jagged scratches that ran across its entirety. Again, it was covered in disgusting amounts of dust, so he began to turn around to leave, having nowhere near enough interest to try and clear the rotting paper.

It was then that he found himself face to face with a girl.

He jumped at the sight, having believed he was the only one in the cabin

“Hello there!” The figure boasted.

The strange girl stared at him with wide, sparkling eyes, their pink hue strange and ghostly. She hovered at his eye level, levitating a few feet from the ground below.

“What the-” The demon loudly said, his strange accent becoming quite prominent with his shock.

“Who are you,” she raised a hand to her face, cartoonishly poking at her mouth, “It’s SO rare to see new faces around here; especially ones so cute!”

The figure quickly and swiftly grabbed the demon’s face, pulling herself closer to him, inspecting his face, picking out all of his details and taking them in for information.

The demon’s cheeks heated at the gesture, turning slightly red. He was glad the cabin was so dark.

The demon moved his hands to grab her wrists, shoving her away from him with force. His expression was quite the opposite of gleeful.

“Unhand me! Who do you think you ar-”

He hissed, tail lashing behind him. But he was never able to finish his question before the phantom-esque girl cut him off in excitement.

“OOH! You’re a demon, aren’t you?!” The figure’s eyes lit up, practically sparkling, “I’ve never seen a real one before! Can I touch your horns?”

She spoke fast, but not too fast for the demon to handle. He felt his frown deepen, a growl forming in the back of his throat.

“Ja, I am, so I suggest you learn your place, spectre.”

He was getting angrier by the second, his eyebrows lowering and his mouth downturned.

“And nein, you cannot.”

The spectre stared at the demon, her eyes twinkling with amazement. The demon held back an annoyed sigh, knowing she was going to defy his boundaries out of pure excitement.

“Sooo… what’s your name?” She finally asked, her voice bouncy and curious.

“My name is none of your concern, now will you PLEASE-”

“Ah, come on!” She interrupted yet again, “I would DIE to share my name with somebody! But I don’t remember it.”

She paused for a moment, eyes far away as she seemed to contemplate something before giving up with a shrug.

“Isn’t that strange?”

In the blink of an eye, the spectre took the demon’s hands in hers, holding them as she floated around him cheerfully, continuing her overjoyed rambling.

“Ooh! I bet someone as beautiful as you has an equally as beautiful name! Maybe it’s-”

“Stars ABOVE, will you be quiet?” He screamed, cutting her sentence off at once, “Do you always act like you’re on a sugar rush?”

The phantom tilted her head, her pupils slightly dilating at the last two words. Her mouth slightly gaped open, as though she were lost in thought for a few short seconds.

Then, she lit up like the oil lamps that lined the city streets.

“Sugar Rush! That’s a cute name, isn’t it? That can be my new name!” She boasted, her eyes sparkling again as they did only a few seconds ago.

The ghost, Sugar, quickly moved her arms around the demon’s torso, forcing him into an energetic embrace. The demon’s cheeks reddened once more, but he tried to wave it off. He refused to fall for someone he just met only a few minutes ago, let alone some manic, overly touchy poltergeist.

Her skirt moved with her spiritual fog. It wavered around her like a cloud, although not quite as visible.

“Ah! Thank you beautiful stranger!!” Sugar chimed, her voice ringing with gratitude and admiration.

“Whatever,” the demon mumbled, pointedly looking anywhere besides the smaller girl attached to his waist.

There were a few moments of heavy, awkward silence.

Well, at least awkward to the demon. Sugar didn't appear to mind at all, seemingly more than content to stay wrapped around the entity that wandered into her home.

Eventually, the demon sighed, finally giving into the wild girls antics. He was far too exhausted to fight it.

“Remind.” He whispered, barely audible over the pelting rain and rolling thunder just outside the walls of the cabin.

“Hm?” Sugar hummed in question, looking up at him with wide eyes, head tilted ever so slightly in confusion. The view wasn't much different than looking at a lost puppy.

“My name,” he sighed, his exhaustion seeping into his voice now that he was no longer fueled from shock and anger, “It’s Remind.”

Sugar's eyes lit up, a wide smile stretching across her face. After a moment, she let out a short squeal, immediately tackling him again in another imprompt hug.

The demon flustered again, tail shooting straight up behind him like a startled cat before he relaxed again with a sigh.

He glanced down at the spirit that held him tight, looking like she didn't have a care in the word. Her dark, color-streaked hair was messy and out of place from where it pressed against his chest.

The sight made his heart stutter for a second.

He sighed, for seemingly the millionth time that night, before allowing himself the smallest of smiles.

He supposed there were far worse fates in the world.

He was a demon, surely he could handle sharing a dusty cabin with a girl who bounced off the walls, at least until he had regained his strength.

Yes. Of course he could handle that.

After all, what's the most that could happen?

"We'll be sisters forever, right?"

"Forever and ever, I swear."

Sometimes forever just isn't meant to last...

GOING INSANE THEY ARE SO CUTESY IT MAKES ME SICK UGUVURHRJRJR

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literally one of my biggest fanfiction recommendations ever literally brain chemistry altering UUUUUGHHHHHH i keep up with this fic like it’s a longrunning mainstream tv show

yummy Kirari and Aiko!

Sighs as I crawl back to Tumblr once again.

It's been a while, take some of my favorite art

OH MY FUCK

Happy One Year!

I can't believe it's here so fast, but I'd like to say thank you for a whole year of support on my first original story.

Exactly one year ago, my silly trolls monster fanfiction debuted on Ao3. Never did I think this passion project would grow and reach as many people as it has, but I'm eternally grateful. Thank you to everyone who has supported me thus far, and here's to another year of monstrous memories 🖤

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I love Takara and Kimiko so much it’s not even funny

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