consider: Accidental Antichrist AU it’s the first school field trip and they got roped into chaperoning like 20 rowdy 7 year olds
“Can you come?” Adam asked, his eyes big and pleading as he looked up at his four guardians over the top of the letter he was holding up for them to look at.
The letter in question being a polite request for parents to come and chaperone Adam’s class’s field trip. On the surface it was perfectly normal, but Famine could read between the lines and see that it was a very firm reminder that all parents and guardians were all but required to chaperone at least one field trip.
“Where’s the trip to?” Pollution took the letter and scanned it.
“The petting zoo!” Adam said excitedly. “And you all love animals, even Uncle Gwyn even though he can’t come! It’ll be fun!”
For a moment all of them wondered if they should tell Adam the reason they all loved animals was because of the diseases born from livestock (Pestilence), the bloodshed of the animal kingdom (War), and the damage to the ecosystem caused by certain animal farming practices (Pollution). Famine didn’t like animals. Death loved animals in the same way they loved all living things - while they had a fondness for a select few, the rest were viewed neutrally and with Death knowing full well all of them would come to their kingdom someday.
In the end none of them said a word but agreed it would be one of those things to bring up later. They couldn’t have the antichrist being too fond of living things, after all.
“I can do it,” Pollution said. Already they could picture the chaos wreaked on the small zoo, each child coming back covered in muck at the end of the day, a few wrappers casually falling from their pockets across the whole zoo.
“Yay!” Adam darted forward and threw his arms around his guardian’s legs. “Thank you, Chalky!”
Pollution smiled and ran their fingers through Adam’s hair, tussling it and getting only a little bit of grease in it.
NOT ALONE, Death said immediately. I WILL ALSO COME.
Adam’s eyes practically sparkled. “Really?” Azrael almost never came to school events - they always scared everyone. Adam didn’t get it. What was so creepy about a black robe and booming voice?
I THINK A PETTING ZOO WOULD BE DELIGHTFUL, Death said. WILL THERE BE GOATS?
“I think so!”
WONDERFUL.
War and Famine exchanged looks. No way they could let those two go off on and interact with the public on their own. Individually they were fine, but together their unsettling energies were too much to be brushed off.
“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Famine said. War nodded in agreement.
Adam stuck his lower lip out.
“But you love animals,” Adam said. “Uncle Gwyn said so. And you never come on field trips.”
“People don’t like us coming on field trips,” War said. “Remember that time last year, when I went with all you first-graders to go ice-skating?” The kids had had a great time, but all of the other chaperones and the teachers had broken into a brawl on the ice not unlike one from a hockey match, and in the aftermath, once everyone had been pulled apart and the blood mopped up from the ice and all teeth were collected, everyone agreed that somehow, Carmine Zuigiber was to blame for everything. The only reason she had not been permanently banned from chaperoning future trips was because of her and Famine’s power within the PTA.
“But that wasn’t your fault!” Adam protested. “They never proved anything, that’s what’s important, you told me that! And Mark’s mom only had an eyepatch for a week!”
Adam’s lower lip stuck out further and his eyes somehow got bigger.
War held out for ten whole seconds. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll come.”
Adam brightened almost immediately. He turned to Famine. Famine who, with not only his kid looking at him so hopefully but his three siblings all staring at him expectantly, had no hope of holding his own against them.
He hated animals and zoos were disgusting, but...
“What day is it? I’ll clear my schedule.”
Adam cheered and almost barrelled Famine over with an attack-hug to his legs. Famine anticipated the attack and dropped to his knees to catch Adam in his own hug. He squeezed the little boy tight, even tighter when Adam pressed a big "thank you" kiss to Famine’s cheek.
“It’s two weeks from Friday,” Adam said, sounding like he was reciting his teacher’s instructions. “You all have to sign the sheet Mrs. Smith handed out and I have to bring it back to her tomorrow. Then she’ll email you all the instructions. And you have to read them so no one gets hurt and if someone gets hurt you know what to do. And-!”
WE CAN HANDLE IT, Death interrupted gently. WE WILL ALL SIGN THE FORM NOW AND YOU CAN GO PUT IT IN YOUR BACKPACK SO YOU WON’T FORGET.
One by one they all signed the form - Pollution even made an effort to not break the pen and leak ink all over the page, but they still signed last and the ink still dripped more than it should have. Adam ran upstairs to stow it in his backpack, as instructed.
“What the fuck did we just sign up for?” War muttered.
“A day of wrangling a bunch of other rowdy seven-year-olds,” Famine said. “So an average day, but times that by about twenty, in a setting ripe for disaster.”
“We can’t just leave the other kids alone?” Pollution clarified.
“If any of them get hurt on our watch it’ll be a fucking nightmare,” War said, rolling her eyes. “We’d probably end up sued. And Adam will be upset. So no, we can’t.”
WE WILL MAKE EVERY EFFORT TO KEEP THE CHILDREN ALIVE AND WELL, Death said. Everyone knew it was less a statement and more of a demand. AND WE WILL NOT DESTROY THE ZOO, EITHER.
“I can’t make any of the animal’s milk dry up or the chicken eggs go bad?”
NO, RAVEN, YOU CAN’T. NO ONE MAY EXERT THEIR INFLUENCE ON ANYONE OR ANYTHING BEYOND WHAT INFLUENCE YOU NATURALLY HAVE. NO ONE USES THEIR POWERS.
"Fine,” Pollution said. “Killjoy.”
“And it’s not even the type of zoo where you pick an animal and then get to kill it,” War said, somewhat scornfully. “And they say they’re giving their kids an education.”
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Four chaperones turned out to be all the class needed for the trip. Which meant that the horsepeople were the only chaperones for the whole trip, not including the teacher. Mrs. Smith was not happy about that, and it was abundantly clear from the way she thanked them for joining her and her class with a "joke” that they would be off the hook for the rest of the year.
“You did start a brawl last year,” Pollution said to War, who was expressing her rage with a pearly white smile as the teacher walked away.
“They never proved that was my fault.”
BEST BEHAVIOUR.
As they loaded all the kids onto the bus, Adam came over and slipped his hand into Famine’s. “Raven’s gonna sit with me,” he said. “Me and the Them agreed.”
Pollution and War made wounded noises while Famine shot them a smug look.
“Raven’s sitting with me, and Brian’s gonna sit with Chalky. Carm and Azzy are supposed to sit at the back, and Pepper and Wensleydale will sit across from them. Adam Y. will sit in front of you with Sarah M.”
“You don’t want to all sit together?” Pollution frowned.
“If we don’t sit together the teacher will put us all in the same group,” Adam said matter-of-factly. The class was going to be split into five groups, one for each chaperone and Mrs. Smith, and if the Them weren’t put together it would be miserable for all five of them. If they were put together it would be chaos.
“Very clever, buddy.” War tweaked Adam’s nose. Adam squeaked and clapped his free hand to his nose. “You trick that bi-” Death’s aura got a little more ominous. “Bird,” she finished. “I said bird. You all heard me.”
NO SWEARING ON THIS TRIP.
“I didn’t say anything! Did I say anything?”
Famine ignored the conversation just behind him as Adam dragged him onto the bus.
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The horsepeople all viewed the petting zoo with grim faces - except for Death, who of course showed no expression. Even if they could, it was hidden in the shadows of the hoodie they had put on for the outing in an attempt to look “normal.” Despite the fact that their hood was drawn around their face the same as their usual robe, hiding their face in unnatural pitch black shadows.
It worked, only in two ways - one, that Death’s powers pushed for everyone to forget what they looked like when they turned away from Death, and two, that Adam’s assumption that this was completely normal made everyone think it was normal.
They had also donned a long black skirt for the occasion, to hide the skeletal form beneath, and a pair of soft black gloves to hide their bony fingers and to give the children something soft if they should need a hand to hold. It was, as Pollution would say, “A look.”
The Them were, in fact, put in the same group. Whether that was to avoid the crisis that would occur if the friends were split up or part of Adam’s antichrist powers influencing reality, none of his guardians could tell. The Them all seemed to think their sneaky plan had worked, though.
Every adult was given a group. Death was put in charge of the Them, which the others all thought they were too smug about.
The owner of the farm greeted them with a bright smile and introduced himself as “Mr. Harkin.”
“Are you all ready to see some animals?” He asked the group in a cheery voice clearly cultivated over years of working with little kids.
“YEAH!” came the resounding cheer.
“Alright! We have quite a few stations set up with all the different animals, so the animals don’t get overwhelmed by all of you at once.” He started explaining how each group would take a certain amount of time with each station, then they would break for lunch, then end the day with a “recess” at the little park also located on the zoo’s land.
It was sickeningly cute - “trying too hard and made specially for kids” kind of cute - and Pollution already wanted to gag a little bit.
They heard the unmistakable sound of a wrapper crinkling and glanced down to see that a crisps packet had fallen from their pocket, despite being empty twenty seconds earlier. They smiled and looked back up.
A small hand tugged on their own. They looked down again and found a little girl - name tag reading ELIZABETH in teacher-perfect sharpie - holding the crisps packet in the hand not holding Pollution’s.
“You can’t litter,” Elizabeth said in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s bad for the earth.”
“She’s right,” a boy next to her said in a hushed voice so he wouldn’t get in trouble for talking. His name tag said HENRY. “And you’ll get in trouble.”
Pollution stared for a moment. Seven years ago they probably would have given an oily smile showing too many teeth and dropped more wrappers to the ground and said something about them being trouble.
Now, though, they only sighed, took the wrapper back and stuffed it into their pocket. “Thanks, kids.”
This was going to be a long day.
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REMEMBER, Death told the Them, GENTLE PETS.
“We know, Az!” Five voices chorused, as they approached the rabbit pens.
Within minutes, each child either had a rabbit on their lap and was gently petting it, or was carefully feeding a rabbit a carrot stick while the rabbit remained in the pen. Wensleydale and Adam Y. both were feeding the rabbits, while the other three children were all enjoying having a rabbit on their lap.
"Brian, you're getting yours dirty!" Adam said, pointing at his friend. Brian was indeed getting his rabbit dirty - his dirty hands had turned the rabbit's white coat brown with dust.
Brian's eyes widened and his lip wobbled dangerously.
HE'S AN ANIMAL, Death said. They too sat cross legged with the children, keeping an eye on the other two at the same time. HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT A LITTLE BIT OF DIRT.
Brian smiled with relief, upset immediately forgotten. "That's good! I've heard of some animals that die when they get dirty."
"I've never heard of an animal like that," Pepper said. "Where did you hear about it?"
"The telly."
"I bet they were lying."
"Az would know," Adam Y. said.
"You’re right. Az, is there an animal like that in the world?" Wensleydale asked.
NOT THAT I KNOW OF. BUT IF YOU HAVE A PET YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE THEY LIVE IN A CLEAN SPACE, OR THEY WILL GET SICK AND DIE. It couldn't hurt to warn them of the responsibility of pet ownership. The hellhound that would come for Adam would be invulnerable to harm, but pets could be acquired before then by any of them.
"But these are fine, right?" Adam Y. asked.
YES, THESE ARE FINE. GENTLE PETS, ADAM.
Adam nodded and focused on keeping his pets gentle. His tongue poked out of his mouth as he concentrated. It was heartmeltingly cute, and Death would have smiled if they could.
"Az," Pepper said, "my bunny seems tired. Is she okay?"
Death leaned over to get a better look. Without looking, though, they knew what the problem was. The bunny was old. It was nearing its time. Death winced. Its time would come within the next hour - the bunny, named Nettles, would go to sleep during the time it took for the students to switch groups and wouldn’t wake up.
They had told the others not to use their powers... but Death dreaded to think of what would happen when the other children came in to look at the bunnies. Or how Adam and the Them would react to the news.
Besides, a quick glance into all of time and space told Death that nothing would be harmed if Nettles passed away after the field trip was over.
SHE’S FINE, they said, patting Nettles on the head. Her nose twitched and she blinked at the group around her, as though just waking up from a nap.
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War somehow had been given the rowdiest kids. The ones that the teachers always had to separate from their friends and sit with the quiet kids in the hope they’d be a good influence. The ones that had to be dragged back to class after recess. The ones that drew on their desks and arms and all over their homework.
In any other situation she would have loved it. However, since they were supposed to be on their “best behaviour”, she was forcing herself to push down any enjoyment and be the “responsible one”. If she didn’t, it might end up ruining the trip for Adam and she could not have that.
Which mean that instead of provoking or even cheering them on, she had to break up a fight between two seven-year-olds three different times before they made it to their second exhibit.
This was, unfortunately, the burden of parenting.
“Okay,” she said through clenched teeth, holding the two boys by the back of their shirts, “enough of that. You’re going to scare the goats away.”
Brandon scowled and Jason pouted.
“Yeah!” snapped Anne, the kid in the group who apparently had taken one look at War and decided she was the coolest person ever. “You’ll scare ‘em to death!”
“Yeah,” War said. “To death. Goats can get really scared really easily and sometimes they can die from it.”
Brandon and Jason looked horrified.
“You boys don’t want to kill any goats, do you?”
“No!” Both of them shouted at once.
“Then no more fighting!”
“Okay!” Both boys held each other’s hands, apparently deciding on a truce. Hopefully they’d forget whatever issue they’d been having before they moved on to the next exhibit. War didn’t think she could use that excuse on any of the other animals. Maybe the rabbits.
“Good job, Anne,” War said. Anne beamed.
The kids were all given carrot sticks to feed to the goats. As soon as they smelled food, the whole herd were crowding the fence, sticking their heads over or against the wire to try and get as much food as they could. War watched with only mildly begrudging amusement as the kids who had just been driving her crazy started squealing and cooing with delight over all the goats.
“Miss Carmine!” Sara J. yelled. “Feed them with us!” She stuck out one of her carrot sticks.
War took the offered stick and joined the kids by the fence. Almost immediately, the goats that were closest to her started vying for her attention, nipping and biting at each other to force them out of the way, bleating furiously at each other. War made sure the kids weren’t watching - she had to be a good influence for the time being - and then started playing a little game with the goats, holding her carrot stick just out of reach and waving it around, showing it off to all the different goats, making it look like she’d give it to one of them, then to a different one, then to another one, and so on. The goats bleated and shrieked at each other and at her as she teased them and she grinned as they started biting each other more often.
“They like you,” Daniel said, oblivious to the tension between the animals. “Look, they all want your attention!”
“Of course they do,” War said with a slightly too sharp smile. The kid didn’t notice. “Are you gonna feed ‘em?”
Daniel nodded. “I’m gonna feed the baby.” He turned to the tiny baby goat that was sticking its head through the fence at the very bottom, smaller than all the others and able to fit. He held out his carrot stick towards the baby, and it reached out to take it, when all of a sudden a larger adult goat reached down, knocking the baby out of the way and snatching up the offered carrot. Daniel gave a startled cry, and that was when Anne, a look of righteous fury on her face, jumped forward and slammed her tiny fist into the goat’s chin, giving it a perfect uppercut.
War gave a very loud laugh. Then she remembered what her job was and she slapped her hand over her mouth.
The kids were all staring at her.
“I mean- don’t punch the goats!”
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“Be careful,” Mr. Harkin said as he passed Famine the little brown bag of duck feed. “Those ducks can swarm you pretty fast. Give the kids small amounts so they don’t get overwhelmed.”
“Of course,” Famine said, already dreading it. “Come on, kids. Let’s go see the ducks.”
The kids were all delighted by the duck pond, and even Famine had to admit it was kind of nice. It wasn’t a very big pond, but it was big enough. There was a little island in the middle with a little roost for ducks to sleep, and the edge of the water was lined with a path of rocks and stones of different colours.
“No one get in the water,” Famine reminded the kids. “And be careful, we don’t want anyone slipping.”
“Okay, Mr. Sable!” five voices chorused at him. Famine wondered if his siblings had gotten kids as well behaved as these ones.
“Look!” Emily pointed, not towards the pond but across the small field they had walked across to get to the pond. “The ducks are coming!”
She was right - there was a flock of ducks waddling across the grass to reach them. It was a mass of brown feathers, with a handful of green heads sticking out, heading right towards them with single-minded focus.
Famine pulled out the bag and slowly - making sure not to touch the feed himself, not knowing what it would do if he did - poured a little handful into the palms of each kid. “Be careful when you feed them. But don’t get scared if they get too close. They’re just hungry.”
He wished the feed was bread crumbs with no nutritional value to the ducks instead of actual healthy food for them, but alas.
The kids spread out a little bit, standing further apart so the ducks didn’t crowd all of them. Famine stayed where he was and watched them. The ducks spread out as well, going to whichever kid was closest to them and eagerly snatching up the feed as the kids sprinkled it onto the ground or tossed it across the yard. David seemed to enjoy that the most, throwing it at the ducks rather than feeding them directly.
Famine privately hoped his influence would keep the ducks hungry long after they had left. Then just a minute later, he regretted thinking it, because the ducks started coming towards him.
“We’re out of food,” Jessica said.
“They’re still hungry!” cried Emma - not Emily, but apparently they were best friends and everyone got them confused anyway. “Give us more food!”
“Please,” Famine said on instinct.
“Please!”
“Alright, let me just,” Famine took a step, then had to put his foot back down when that spot was swarmed with ducks. He looked around for an empty spot but there was none - every space around him was just ducks.
“They keep coming to you,” Thomas said helpfully.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Famine said, trying to take a step back, then forward, and ended up not moving at all. He shuffled to the side and the ducks moved, but not enough for him to move.
“They know you have the food!” Emily shouted. “Quick, do something!”
“They’re gonna eat you!”
“Calm down,” Famine said, but this started off a cacophony of children’s voices shrieking about him being eaten by the ducks in varying degrees of panic. G-o-d if Heaven or Hell could see him now-
“Go get help!” David yelled, looking near hysterics. Jessica and Emma both started moving before Famine quickly assured them they did not need to do that, even as the ducks, quacks getting louder and louder, started trying to reach up and grab the feed bag from his hand, flapping their wings with irritation when he held it to his chest and out of their reach. He flapped his hand at the ducks, but they just flapped their wings and quacked at him, so that accomplished nothing.
Finally, in a move so quick he barely realized it was happening until it was over, one duck took flight, jumping straight up and snatching the very bottom of the brown bag. It ripped the bag right open and feed spilled out of the bag and all across the ground. The kids gasped and Famine cursed, almost tripping backwards out of surprise at the duck’s actions, but now the ducks were all sated as they attacked the ground around his feet, swarming him again as they fought to be fed.
Finally, Famine managed to step over the horde and get himself free. By then, the kids had forgotten their terror and were all laughing.
Well, as long as they were having a good time.
“What did that word you said mean? Fuck?”
Shit.
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Pollution felt such a kinship with the pigs. The rest of the animals were filthy but the pigs were something else. They didn’t even have to influence the environment, the environment was already disgusting. It was wonderful. And the kids agreed.
It was literally taking everything in them to not just jump in the mud puddle and disappear into it forever and focus on what they were supposed to be doing.
“Don’t pull their tails,” they said to Jeffrey.
“Yeah, don’t pull their tails!” Elizabeth said, glaring at the boy who was now petting his piglet, properly chastised.
“And don’t kiss your pig on the mouth!” Pollution pointed at Antoine. Antoine frowned but lowered his piglet and kissed it on the forehead instead, which Pollution supposed was good enough. Good thing Pestilence wasn’t here.
“Um, Chalky?” Henry asked hesitantly. “The pig took my sock.”
Pollution turned around and yep - the little boy was standing with one bare foot in the mud, his tiny shoe in one hand, and a little piglet was all the way across the pen with a bright red sock in its mouth.
“Why did you take your sock off?”
“Because it was all scrunched up in my shoe and I took my shoe off to fix it but the pig-”
“Okay, okay, I’ll get it back,” Pollution sighed, standing up. They stepped into the muddy pen and walked over to the pig, who took one look at the agent of chaos coming its way and decided to take some inspiration from them by sprinting away.
“Get back here!” Without thinking, Pollution took off after it. The kids cheered them on, clapping enthusiastically as Pollution chased the rambunctious little bastard through the mud. Luckily this was not the first time Pollution had chased something - or someone - through mud, so they weren’t worried about slipping or falling.
Until the pig turned around and charged them and startled Pollution so badly that they slipped and fell flat on their back into the mud.
And oh, it was so wonderful.
“Chalky!”
“Are you okay?”
“Did you get my sock?”
“Someone get help!”
“I’m fine!” Pollution raised their hand and waved at the kids, not getting up. “I’m just enjoying the mud, I’m fine!”
It was glorious. The sticky wet feeling of the mud seeping into their clothes, soaking their hair, dirtying their hands and everything it touched. Pollution wondered when they had last soaked in a mud puddle. Maybe a month ago. They needed to do it more often.
“What did they say?”
“They’re enjoying the mud.”
“Oh.” A pause. “Can we come and join?”
“No! We can’t do that, we’re not allowed! Right, Chalky?”
Pollution thought about Elizabeth’s question. Then they felt something snuggling up under their arms. They looked down and saw two different pigs snuffling at them. One of them had Henry’s sock. Pollution tugged the sock from its mouth and held it up triumphantly. “Got your sock, Henry!”
“Can I come and get it?”
“But we’re not allowed.”
“You’re allowed!” Pollution said. More pigs had come to sniff at them and had started laying down next to them, lazing in the sun. “All of you come and join me.”
They heard the kids squelching their way over. Henry took his sock back. “Thank you Chalky.”
“No problem.” Pollution thought for a moment. “You kids can just hang out with the pigs here while I lay here, right?”
“Sure!”
“Can we dump mud on you?”
“Absolutely.”
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HOW DID IT GO? Death asked the other chaperones as they got together for lunch time. The kids were all sitting in a circle and talking about the day so far. The adults sat together and watched them while eating their own lunches.
Or, at least, Mrs. Smith and Mr. Harkin sat together and the horsepeople sat together, separately.
"I had a good time,” Pollution said.
YOU AND YOUR KIDS ARE COVERED IN MUD, CHALKY. The disapproval was clear.
“Hey, I’m covered in mud, the kids just got a little muddy! This is a success story!”
“Mrs. Smith doesn’t look happy,” Famine said with a look at the teacher, who was glaring at them.
“If she doesn’t want the kids getting dirty, then maybe don’t bring them to a fucking farm!”
I SAID NO SWEARING ON THIS TRIP.
“Yeah, Chalky, language,” Famine said.
“And I’m sure you all had successful time too,” Pollution said with a glare. “I saw you giving your kids money earlier, Raven.”
“You’re such a snitch!”
“What did you do?” War asked with a grin.
Famine glared, but Death was staring at him. “I may have said a word - under duress - that was not appropriate for seven-year-olds, and the money might have been a bribe to get them to forget it ever happened. Or at least not tell their parents who taught it to them.”
RAVEN!
“It was an accident! I was startled!”
“For shame, Raven,” Pollution said with a shake of their head.
“You’re the one who got your kids crawling through the mud.”
“Teaching kids swears and bribing them is worse than getting them a little dirty,” War said, her grin widening. “Nice going.”
“And how did your kids do, Carmine?” Famine said with a glare.
“They were perfect. On an unrelated note, Anne might have a future in boxing ahead of her, and I’m also going to need to borrow some cash from you.”
“Bribery again!” Pollution pointed an accusing finger. “What did you do?”
“It was the kid, not me! I just laughed at what she did! And now I need the kids to forget I laughed before they grow up thinking punching animals is funny!”
THEY PUNCHED AN ANIMAL?!
“Anne was defending her friend and one of the baby animals! It was deserved. But also they can’t grow up thinking punching animals is funny even though in the moment it totally was.”
“What about you, Az?” Pollution looked over to Death, who was on the verge of a lecture that needed to be avoided. “How were Adam and the kids?”
THEY WERE JUST FINE AND NOTHING HAPPENED.
The three of them stared at Death.
“What did you do?” War asked suspiciously.
I KEPT A BUNNY ALIVE TO AVOID UPSETTING THE CHILDREN.
“You used your powers!”
“We agreed we wouldn’t!”
THE BUNNY WAS GOING TO DIE. IT WOULD HAVE RUINED THE WHOLE DAY. IT WAS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM WHAT THE THREE OF YOU WERE DOING, Death stated firmly, unashamed.
“Because we didn’t violate the one rule we made for ourselves?”
“For shame, Azrael,” Famine said, shaking his head. “For shame.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Yeah, Az.”
I SAID BEST BEHAVIOUR AND YOU ALL FAILED. I AT LEAST HAD A PURPOSE FOR WHAT I WAS DOING.
“Oh, here we go again - ‘I’m the oldest, I never make mistakes, I always have a purpose, blah blah blah’,” War mocked. “Just admit we all fucked up today.”
I WILL NOT.
“Then no bullying us for our fuck ups.”
STOP SWEARING. RAVEN’S MISTAKE WAS BAD ENOUGH.
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“Mrs. Smith is coming over,” Pollution said.
Mrs. Smith was coming over. And she told them on no uncertain terms that they would not be allowed to chaperone any field trips for the rest of the year. Possibly ever.
But at the end of the day, Adam came home happy and unaware of the chaos they had sewn, and that was what mattered.
