#eclipseduet

Calypso let Snatcher guide his attention. When his eyes met the flames, they widened, blue irises shifting orange. He grinned.

Well, this certainly hadn’t been where Teal was expecting to show up.

He’d heard about what had happened to his look-alike, some time ago. How their mutual aquaintance had gone missing and had been found as a monster. How the taller twin had said that Fir had also gone missing. He had to admit, between that information and Hope’s warnings, it intriguied him too much to let it slide. Was there truly something like that out there?

That’s what he aimed to find out. Though it seemed his navigation was a little off, as the place the half-aether had ended up looked... nothing like Hope had described to him. At least it was still something worth looking into...

“Another wrong turn. I’ll have to make a note to practice navigating more...”

It had been a while since Mimic visted his new firends and their lovely boss. They had been ever greatful for their kindness and gift they selflessly gave them. The notepad while no doubt a simple thing to part ways with, was a priceless treasure to the demon. With it, they could finally talk to others without a boundaries.

Such kindness would not be overlooked! They shadow floated past the dead tress of subcon and lit up apoon finding the tiny minions and their boss. The boss seemed to be busy at the moment so Mimic settled to instead greet the minions instead.

They moved to the group and withdrew their pad of paper and wrote on it in big letters:

' HELLO! '

“I made something for you.”

Nowadays, she always had him in mind when making food. She wanted to make him all kinds of things that he’d be able to taste properly. She’d never baked him a cake before, so this rainy evening was the perfect time to do it. She’d used plenty of goodies in its creation to ensure a powerful taste. Something he’d be able to really enjoy.

So she holds out the violet box to be taken. Inside was a large slab of that fresh chocolate cake. She could only hope he would enjoy it as much as she had enjoyed making it.

   Leaving the Manor was a chore - the ice caverns were an absolute labyrinth to travel through, but the Queen wouldn’t let that stop her - she’d heard stories about the forest, about the terrible place it had become in her absence.

The spirits all seem to avoid her as she finally steps out of the cave, nervously making her way toward the forest, reddened claws tapping together, eyes glancing this way and that, watching out for all the horrible creatures the child had told her about.

But then she feels an aura so much darker than the forest’s, matching only her own - and as she follows the feeling until it almost hurts, she finds herself looking at...

“The Snatcher...“ The awful ruler of the forest, the one that had apparently put the hatted child through hell... “I’ve... I-I’ve heard stories about you.“ Comes her voice, an odd echo to it as she watches the ghost with fearful eyes. “About your... wretched contracts, about the... terrible rule you have over my forest.“

Yes, she’d done terrible things too - but her darkness had been something different, whereas this ‘Snatcher’s cruelty was all so deliberate, manipulating lost souls into doing his dirty work.

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(  Rob’s mother tragically passed away while he was still a toddler, he misses her and all but he was too young when it happened, and he can’t remember much of her other than what his dad told him. )

One night The Prince decided to go to bed rather early. Mostly due to the fact that he hasn't slept properly for the past few nights. Why? Law school. Even though he adores such education, it really tires him out. And thanks to the loads of homework he’s gotten, he hasn't rested in forever. 

So, without even changing his clothes, OR taking off his crown, The Prince flopped onto his bed, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye. He slept pretty decently, but when he awoke... He was in the woods.  next to...an oddly shaped tree(?) with a large hole in it, that held a very sad home within.

The Prince rubbed his eyes. Surely this is a dream...right? He climbed out of bed, fixed up his collar, and called out to the tree.