The Pruinae Library

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Main blog is @snowblowssoftly

Lost Ones belongs to @griffintail

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Lost Ones Fan Stories Masterlist: Here

Lost Ones Incorrect Quotes are tagged as “incorrect lost ones”

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Little (F/L): Feel like?

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Little Firecracker: You could try being more mysterious.

Duckling, writing it down: Mysterious, got it.

*Later*

Little Terror: So, where are we going?

Duckling: None of your fucking business.

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Little Enderman: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Little Blue: I got distracted halfway through.

Little Blade: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Little (F/L): If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.

Baker: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?

Little Star: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

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(F/L): Uncle Wil, why aren’t you dancing?

Wilbur: There’s no music.

(F/L): Well, sing us a song, then! You’re a musician.

Wilbur: What would I sing?

(F/L): Something about cliffs and a girl with golden black hair, and the Americans all being bad.

Wilbur:

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Little Blade: Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb as fuck!

*During the play*

Little Princess: Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts?

(F/L): W-what’re donuts?

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Duckling: The second-most ominous phrase in existence.

Little Traveler: What's the first?

Duckling: "Let's make a bet."

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First Mate: Portu-geese!

Little Lamb: That's a language.

First Mate: Portu-gull?

Lamb: Good recovery.

Little Spot: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Little Muffin: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Little Enderman: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.

Little (F/L): Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.

Enderman: We’re not talking about flavour, (F/L)!

(F/L): Flavour counts!

Enderman: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?

Little Bee: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier?

Enderman: Okay, but-

Bee: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?

(F/L): Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!

Enderman: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, (F/L)!

(F/L): ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, ENDER!

Traveler: I- Jesus-

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*Logs onto tumblr*

So... um... I have a perfectly good reason why I was gone...

*Throws fic*

HERE! CATCH

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“This is so stupid.”

A girl in a white uwu mask laughed as she looked over at the girl in the fox hoodie. “Grow up, Kit. There’s no such thing as demons.”

“Falsehood. Your dad.”

The masked girl rolled her eyes, moving her torch around as she looked around the room. “Where the hell is (F/L)?” She mumbled.

The sound of glass being knocked over and shattering startled Kit, causing her to jump and immediately latch on to the other girl. “Terror!”

“Shit!” Terror cursed as she lost hold of the torch, causing it to extinguish as it hit the ground. “Fuck, Kit!”

Terror instantly crouched on the ground, trying to find the unlit torch in the pitch-black room, being careful to not burn herself on the hot stick. Finally, she found it.

“Terror, what was that?!” Kit asked nervously.

“Probably nothing. Fuck, do you have a flint in steel?” Kit quickly reached into her bag to find a flint and steel, wanting Terror to light the room as soon as possible.

Terror managed to light the torch and moved it towards where the glass had fallen, when-

“BOO!”

“AHHH!!!” Kit had jumped on Terror, causing her to drop the torch once more.

“God dammit, Kit!” Terror screamed as laughs begin to ring out in the room.

“You two look so ridiculous!”

“(F/L)!” The first two girls yelled.

“What’s going on?” Another girl walked into the room, holding her own torch in hand.

“Man, you missed the greatest scare, Star!” (F/L) laughed.

Star raised an eyebrow as she looked around the room. (F/L) was holding her stomach as she continued to laugh, Terror looked pissed, glaring at the ground, and Kit looked like she was about to sob as she held on to Terror.

“Well, when you’re done here, come join me in the ballroom. It’s exactly what we want for the party.”

Terror ripped her arm from Kit, picking up the fallen torch to light it with Star’s, then stomped away from the group. Star looked back at the other two as (F/L) shrugged, continuing to giggle.

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The group made it to the ballroom where other girls were looking around. Two avians flew around as others were uncovering furniture hidden by seats.

“So, what do you think?” Star asked Terror.

“Well, it sure looks haunted.”

One of the avians, the one with black wings landed between the two girls, a :P mask on the side of her head. “Hey, Blue had an idea. If we use soul fire on the chandeliers, it will make the ballroom even spookier!”

“Maybe, but you know how hard it is to get soul fire, Note,” Star said.

“Have Blade get some,” Terror said.

“Or me!” (F/L) volunteered.

“No!” Star, Terror, and Note chimed.

“Aw…”

Terror moved away from the group, taking notice of the large windows shining moonlight into the room. Soul fire would definitely set the mood, and with the cobwebs already in the room, there was very little need to decorate.

“Hi, Terror!” Terror looked behind her to see Blue walking up, Friend walking behind her.

“Hey, Blue. What’s up?”

“Can I invite some ghosts to the party?”

“Ghosts?” Terror asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. “You mean more ghosts than Ghostbur?”

“Of course! Ghosts love to party just as much as the living, you know!”

“Yeah, whatever. Gives us more ways to scare others.”

“And by others, you mean Kit, right?”

Terror lifted her finger over her mouth. “Shh… Don’t tell her.”

Blue giggled as she walked off. “Okay! See you, Terror!”

Terror then looked around the room, spotting a girl sitting on one of the old couches as she wrote on cards. “Hey, Princess.”

The girl in the tiara looked up and smiled. “Hey, Terror! This costume party was a great idea! And this abandoned mansion is so cool! How did you find it?”

“Hm? Oh, well, Ghostbur mentioned this mansion one day, so I went looking for it. He mentioned something about meeting Blue here for the first time, so I was kinda curious.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you were! This place is so cool! Do you want to help me with these fliers for the party?”

Terror hummed, looking around. Everyone else seemed to have their own thing going on to get the ballroom set up for a party. “Yeah, that sounds fine.”

Terror sat down next to Princess, the two of them talking about ideas for the flyers.

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Tubbo walked around Snowchester, pulling a sled that had a stack of logs. He stopped when he noticed a paper on one of the houses. Grabbing the paper, Tubbo noticed it was a flyer for a Halloween Costume Party. He thought for a moment, wondering if Ranboo and their kids would want to go. It had been a while since all five of them went out to do something, and this party could be fun. Nodding, shoved the flyer in his pocket, hurrying to his house with new motivation.

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“Do we have to go?”

“Uncle Techno!” Blue cried as she stared at the piglin hybrid who didn’t seem too happy about going to a costume party.

“Come on, mate. It’ll be fun.” Philza said as he pulled an old chest into the living room. (F/L) pounced on the chest, opening it up to reveal all sorts of clothes.

“Damn, grandpa, where did you get these clothes?”

“Hey! Dadza, Philza, or Phil! I don’t do that grandpa thing!” (F/L) stuck out her tongue as Tommy and Wilbur laughed. “If you really want to know, immortality helps you get your hands on a lot of authentic pieces of clothing.

“Ohh!” Star cooed as she pulled a ballgown out of the chest. “Was this mumza’s?”

“No,” Philza said, smirking. “Techno’s.”

“What?!” The littles asked as Techno tried to hit Philza with a rolled up newspaper.

“You need to stop talking.”

“Wait, no! I wanna hear this! Keep talking Dadza!” Angel said.

“Wait, isn’t this the dress you wore to that count’s ball?” Bluebird asked.

“Count? What Count? What are you talking about?” Blade asked.

“Uncle Techno, are you trans?” Blue asked.

“All of you, QUIET!” Techno shouted. The tips of his ears were pink and his body was tense. He was uncomfortable being the current topic of discussion.

“I think this conversation should end here.” Wilbur said, trying to move the conversation from his brother.

“But Uncle Wilbur-!”

“No, (F/L). Now what’s everyone going as to the costume party?” Wilbur asked.

“Well now that I know about it, Uncle Techno.” Star joked, pulling a mask out of the chest that matched the dress. Techno huffed, escaping to a different room as everyone else laughed.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about being one of the greek gods.” Blade said as she searched through the chest.

“You’re one of the greek gods or goddesses every year. Why don’t you choose something different?” Angel asked.

“Alright, well what are you going to be, Angel?”

“I thought I would be an avian this year, like a hummingbird. Or maybe I’ll dress up as one of the crows,” Angel said as she looked outside at the birds. A group of the crows was watching one crow as it tried to eat a fence post. “Maybe not that one.”

“I’m going to be a devil!” (F/L) yelled, raising her hand.

“You already are one, you little shit.” Philza said as he was leaving the room to get another chest of clothes.

“Whatever, grandpa!”

Philza’s head popped back in through the doorframe. “You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“I’m going to be a ghost witch!” Blue said.

“A ghost witch?” Bluebird asked.

“Yes! I’m going to be a ghost who’s also a witch!”

“Ah. Of course.”

“What are you going to be, Bluebird?” Angel asked.

“Hmm? Oh, I haven’t decided yet.”

“But the party is in two days,” (F/L) said.

“Then I guess I have two days to decide.”

“Don’t worry, Bluebird. We can help you with ideas.” Wilbur said.

“Heh, thanks bro.”

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Terror stood in the middle of the room in her regular hoodie and mask, dancing on the toes and heels of her feet as she waited for the guests to arrive. After a while, the ballroom had filled up enough to let Terror know she could start the show.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Non-binary friends and foes! Adults and children of all ages, genders, species, and lands! Welcome to tonight’s costume party! Now, if you know me, you know I have a flair for the dramatics, so you must know that this party will be far more intense. This performance of mine will include loud noises, flashing lights, and scares of all kind. If you can’t handle that, I suggest you leave now. The mansion is free to be explored, but know if you get murdered, it’s possible we won’t find your body!”

The crowds began to mummer around Terror and she smirked as some people began to leave the ballroom.

“For those of you who have stayed, I commemorate your bravery. Now!” Terror picked up a book that we laying in front of her. She looked around at the crowd as she opened the book. “There is a story about this mansion and the woman who lived and died in it.

“Long ago, a rich woman fell in love with rich man, and he fell for her. Soon the two were wed and began a happy life together. However, the man’s attention was drawn from his wife, not by another woman, but a power he desperately wanted to have. To get this power, the man had to give sacrifices.

“The woman learned of her husband’s new hobby and begged him to leave the power so they could continue their happy life. The man refused. The woman, hoping to save her husband, tried to destroy this power. However, she didn’t know of the power’s true hold on her husband.

“The man attacked and brutally murdered his wife, finally gaining the power he so desperately wanted. But, he didn’t understand there was power within Death. The woman’s spirit corrupted the power within the man, driving him to insanity and eventual death. Ever since that day, the woman’s spirit tormants all who live in her home, leading to their immediate death.”

Terror closed the book, smirking as she looked around the crowd. “Because we are dealing with such a wicked soul, I will try to exorcise the ghost from these halls. Now, if this is too much for you, I once again ask you to leave, for once I began the exorcism, I won’t be able to stop.”

More people began to leave and the _Beloved family walked over to the SBI family. “Is this safe?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy chuckled. “Yeah. It’s all just a show Terror made up to up the scare factor. I don’t even think the story is real.”

“Actually, the story is somewhat real. The husband did end up murdering his wife, but it was believed he did it to just get her money. The power and ghost didn’t exist. That’s something Terror made up.” Kit said.

“For those of you who remained,” Terror spoke up again, “I once again commemorate your bravery. Now I ask that everyone remains quiet as I perform this spell. I will need total concentration.”

Picking up another book off the floor, Terror opened it and began reading from the page. The floor under her began to glow red, the soul fire beginning to glow red as well. Wind began to blow around the room, picking up in speed as Terror continued to read.

A red glowing mist began to surround Terror and she gasped before dropping the book. The mist completely covered Terror, before being quickly blown away, leaving Terror standing in a bloodied (suit/dress).

“Well well well… You thought you could get rid of me, little girl?” ‘‘Terror’’ said. She looked around the room at the guests. “Trust me, guests, you thought you were coming for a party, but you were only coming for your deaths! I will allow this room to be a safe room for you, but the moment you leave, you’ll be nothing but lambs for me to SLAUGHTER! Enjoy your night, guests, for soon, you’ll be MINE!”

Wind began to blow harshly around the room and some people had to cover themselves in order to avoid items being blown in their faces.

“Good luck, partygoers! And Happy Halloween!” Terror yelled as she raised an arm, red smoke covering her. The wind blew the smoke away, showing Terror was gone.

The guests cheered and clapped at the show Terror performed, dance music beginning to play signifying the official start of the party.

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Sorry if the ending seemed a little weird. I wanted to add more but I didn’t know how to add it so if the ending seems a little weird, that’s why.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy your Halloween festivities, whatever those may be.

BYE!

*Logs of tumblr*

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Little Firecracker: I always knew your standards were low, but not that low.

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Little Terror: Like, ho ho ho, We’re still depressed.

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Little Terror: No, she’s good at that too.

Little Mushroom: Oh, I see.

Little Mushroom:

Little Mushroom: Wait-

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Sally: (Y/N), I’m your mother.

Little Nightmare:

Little Nightmare: *Looks at Terror*

Little Nightmare: *Looks back at Sally*

Little Nightmare: I think the fuck not, you trick ass bitch!

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