#fangedstories

"Tell me, Doll...do you hate me? Do you despise my very existence? With every breath do you curse my name? If so, then come with me, and I will take you to a world the likes of which you have never seen."

Smile's eyes turned red and he grinned like a fiend out of the Underworld, "Snake is waiting for you."

Doll stared long and hard at Smile in silence. Her mind ran a mile a minute, overridden from the words he spoke. Yes, she did hate him. But no she didn’t entirely curse his name. She didn’t go that far. Hate was one thing, everything else was another.

She stilled at the eye change, and she’s about to speak when she’s thrown into silence again. Snake. Smile knew of Snake? Or was this another one of his lies? Should she believe or -

"The New Year."

Hitsugaya sighed and sat next to Angela, cocking his head. "I don't get the obsession the living has with counting up their time. I'd rather they freeze it, cherish it. Though I suppose it's normal to strive for the future then celebrate when it arrives."

He looked at the Angel,"Will this year be when purification commences?"

A small smirk played along Angela's pale lips, her head tilted upward. As ironic as it was, sitting on top of a ledge for the finished bridge in London gave her a lovely view of the fireworks display that was created by humans to celebrate the New Year.

She listened to the Soul Reaper beside her, not once turning her head until he asked her a question directly.

Her eyes close for a moment, wings that were once tucked behind her opened wide behind her as she wrapped one wing around Hitsugaya. She would take care to keep him under her watchful wing.

"Hmn..purification takes time and planning, dear. There are key events that must occur first. Worry not. I have everything prepared. Not all are worth mercy. Do keep that in mind when we begin. This world is filled with unchecked corruption that must be dealt with. This corruption is spreading like a toxic cancer among humanity.

When the true doomsday comes, we will have much to do. For now, let those who believe they can control the masses poison their people. They will regret not using their free will to their advantage."

Angela leans a little closer towards him, a gentle chilled hand caressing his cheek, "Just promise me one thing."

A hand reached out of the Portal and snatched Celeste right from Sora's grip.

"Now you regret doing so...do you not? Now...she is MINE!"

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Simple and pretty safe. It was the only reason Sora had let Celeste join him, leaving the safety of the Mystrious Tower. Had the teen known he was being watched by HIM of all the members, he would've left her behind with Oswald and Yin Sid.

Sora had the Kingdom Key in hand the second he heard a Corridor open, shoving Celeste protectively behind her. Sadly didn't work. He heard her scream for a second as she was swept away.

✥ @fangedstories asked: ✥

✥ "I've come for the wayward child. Joshael is an Angel without an HP, and We are interested in picking him up. By the way, I do apologyze for putting your little guard vampire in stasis. Amazing that Holy Water, silver shackles, and garlic actually works..."

(Mindwiped Joker to Abe) ✥

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"You do not have the legal authority to do so," Haruto said firmly, coming to stand across from Joker. "Attempting to do so would be a breach on your jurisdiction. He has no ties to the HP, and I picked him up. He belongs to me. I won't entertain any drivel you have beyond that."

He didn't address the second part. Haruto was well aware that Joker was just trying to get under his skin. He was mastered enough in manipulation himself to know that much. He was sure if he wanted to he would be able to get under Joker's skin instead, but he wasn't going to mess around with that if he didn't think it was necessary. Joker wasn't enough of a threat, yet, to take that kind of action.

"It is midnight. Do you know where your daughter is? Or are you too busy raising and coddling your heir to rember she exists?"

Xehanort blinked, picking his head up from sketching - having easily lost the time. His eyes hardened however - the moment he laid yellow onto the other yellow. "One, you should know your place , despite us being of the same person,'' he reprimanded, before shaking his head.

"Two .. I had assumed she had been with you."

yeesh. this hanekoma looked pretty rough, all things considered. he'd only just opened the shop up an hour and immediately he was being asked to play coffeeshop therapist. he didn't mind- it was just kind of funny in a unfortunate kind of way.

❝ that's a real strong statement before even sayin' hello. ❞ the elder hanekoma started towards the coffee pot where he had recently made the house blend (primarily for himself but who was really paying attention to that but him). he grabbed two cups off the shelf and began to pour them both some coffee and set one of the mugs near the other where he wouldn't knock it easily.

"Say...Philza was it? Mind if I call you Dad?"

Philza turns around to look at the figure, curious as to how he got into his realm. A new crow maybe? A lost soul? Death didn't know.

The question, however, wasn't as odd as the soul would assume. Philza is bombarded with odd questions on a daily due to his crows, so in answer, he simply shrugs,

Arendel.

He loved this kingdom. The Queen was doing a fantastic job in his opinion. However, she was still lacking in confidence. This is where he came in. Who better to help her than the personification of Winter, the source of her powers, himself?

He used the North Wind to enter the window into the main hall, and sat leaning against thewa ll waiting for Her Highness to get done with a meeting in the room he was leaning next to.

He cleared his throat as she came out.

"Not easy being in charge, is it?"

It was a long day. Elsa was doing her best throughout the meeting, nodding along and giving her input to the topics at hand and she released a sigh of relief when it was over. Now she can relax again. Even when people knew of her powers, she’s still worried, concerned, something could happen. Just like what happened at her coronation.

The queen gave a start at the voice. An unfamiliar one. Elsa turned to face Jack, surprise on her features but she relaxed, slightly. “Ah, no, not really,” she admitted. “I’m trying my best. The people seem happy with the decisions I’ve made but..” She slowly trailed off. “I’m sorry, but how did you get in here..?”