im so cringe i need to be burned at the stake
The same as every weekend Gus walked to the illusionist graveyard to meet with Matt, but this time Gus had an idea for an adventure. He quickly walked to the forest edge and started the trail to the ruins, it was covered and hidden very well because of Matt’s and his efforts. He finally got to the clearing, it was beautiful as always, with the little light the canopy let in the Galderstones shown with light, casting a myriad of reflections, vines and flowers grew over the statues in the ruins, creeping over the head stones and bringing new life to the clearing, in the middle Mattholomule’s bag sat and Matt himself was busying himself with adding support to the statues.
“Mattholomule! Clear your schedule! For I have found the greatest thing to ever cross you or I’s eyes!” Gus announced dramatically, making the smaller witch jump.
“Why do you always monologue,” Matt groaned, resting his head againt the leg of the statue as Gus continued.
“It changes everything, everything we have ever known, or dreamt of!” Gus declared, falling and leaning onto Matt’s side.
“Oh that sounds great, be more helpful if you got to the point,” Matt deadpanned, shrugging the taller witch off him.
“Why must you ruin everything for me?” Gus sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Timepools, I’m talking about timepools. Places where you can go through to see the future. We’re going to find a timepool, and you’re coming with me.”
“Fuh nah Augustus, I don’t want to see what ugly faced mutt you’ll marry,” Matt turned back to his work on the statue, smoothing out a big crack in the hip.
“Too bad, I wasn’t asking,” Gus then proceeded to drag the struggling Matt away from the graveyard towards the seashore, and dumped him face first in the sand.
“I hope we get stuck in the timepool and only I get out and you have to rot in there,” Matt said, muffled into the sand, before he sat up and dusted the sand off himself. “Why are we even here anyways? Are timepools specified to the sand or something?”
“..I don’t think they are but this is where Luz said she found one,” Gus answered, looking around to find any sign of a pool, tapping spots in the sand he suspected of timepool potential.
“I should’ve known Luz was behind this,” Matt grumbled, lifting himself off the ground by his hand, well trying too for his hand went straight through the ground into open air and so did his head as he let out a startled yelp. Gus looked back to see Matt half fallen into a timepool.
“Oh, great! You found one, good job,” Gus said, popping his head into the timepool with Matt. He pulled himself out of the pool and tugged Matt out along with him and looked around. It was certainly the boiling isles, it looked around the same as the boiling isles now but without Emperor Belos’ presence in it. They where in Bonesburrow definitely, the bookstore Matt’s moms ran was still there and the cafe next to it there as well. People walked around and Gus noticed no one had coven sigils and he sighed a sigh of relief to know the future will soon have no Belos in it. He looked back at Matt to find him having a face that was a mix of horror, shock, and something that made his face redder than a rose.
“Dude what the heck is wrong with you, you look constipated,” Gus said seeing what Matt saw. It was two middle aged men, one dark skinned, black hair, blue glasses, and tall, the other brown haired with a weird haircut, hazel eyed, and short, and they were kissing. “..Dude, are you homophobic?-“
“No, worse, those two are us, the tall one has your magic amplifier,” Matt said, looking like he was going through all five staged of grief with 2 more stages added on. It was Gus’ turn to be horrified and red faced,
“..Tell me you’re joking Matt. Please.”
“I’m not kidding Gus they are us!”
“No way! I would never marry you!”
The two continued to argue before being interrupted by a cackle.
“Auggie, did we really hate each other that much when we where little?!” The brown haired man cackled to his husband, said husband punched him the shoulder.
“Matt come on, I wanted to watch them longer, we haven’t argued like that in a while and it’s funny to watch,” the dark skinned man sighed.
Matt and Gus looked horrified again, their fears come true.
“I have a crappy haircut?!”
Gus looked at Matt with the most deadpanned stare ever. “I’m sorry, your biggest concern is your hair?”
“I was supposed to be beautiful Gus! I was supposed to be beautiful,” Matt lamented, fake crying, on his knees on the ground as their older selves watched.
Gus just looked up at his older self and said, “you picked him. Seriously? Where are your standard?”
He shrugged, “the pathetic backstory and smug look grew on me.”
Matt’s older self gasped, “I did not have a pathetic backstory!”
“Correction, the pathetic personality grew on me,” the man smirked at his husband.
“Augustus Porter, that is a downgrade,” Matt replied, his voice sounded rather gruff younger Gus noticed, it sounded much more manly then it sounded now, he could feel himself turn pink.
“Matt Porter, I do not care,” Older Gus teased as Matt Tholomule looked up at the older pair. Matt noticed how Gus seemed to have grown stubble and a bit of muscle as he was older, he went red faced but tried to hide it by being dramatic.
“I took Gus’ last name?!” Cried Matt Tholomule from the ground, using the chance to hide his face in the rocks, as his Gus looked back at him.
“Didn’t you say you hated your last name because of your dad?” Gus pointed out.
“…Didn’t I tell you that in confidence?!” Matt growled, as gus looked over his shoulder to see the timepool closing.
“Never mind! We need to go!” Gus exclaimed pushing Matt into the timepool right before it closed. The landed with Matt laying on the sand and Gus on top of him. Gus quickly got up as soon as he noticed while Matt practically shot up and dusted all the sand off him while looking red.
“..We should probably go back to the graveyard,” mumbled Matt, kicking at a shell.
“Yeah we uhm, should,” Gus replied, walking with him back to the ruins. They both worked in awkward silence the rest of the day and went home when the street lights turned on.
Later that night as Gus went to sleep thinking about what happened, he bolted up and said, “wait.. Matt’s last name is Tholomule?!”
@rocksandmirrors i got this idea for you, its not the best but it certainly was made
