was toying with an au that had exes scosage and now im just scosage pilled help. College Profs AU where they both work at the University of Oakhurst and fall in love-ish and then Sausage makes it big as an author, quits, and is just constantly out and about for work because yk he's so passionate. And Scott who sorta likes to stay in one place and feel in control and constantly moving about doesnt allow him to feel that and aughhhgu he's rich enough to go anywhere with Sausage he just doesnt Want To and they break up ver y much in love.
This is so very vaguely vsmp au but I dont Car, i love scosage, scosage my babiesss
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Au where Pyro agrees to kill Avid partially because he's getting between Pyro and Scott.
But also Au where Scott gets protective over Sausage (as kind of a rebound/coping mechanism)(kinda using him to temporarily replace Avid maybe) because obviously this drove a spike between him and Pyro.
Someone either write this or motivate me to write it.
This is purely self-indulgent, if you do not want to read this, you dont have to! @khyann essentially gave me the green light to do this.
Wordcount: 5579
In one of the worlds Sausage goes in to try and save Pearl, he bonds with Scott and something unexpected happens…
King Sausage followed the spiral staircase up, the air feeling colder the higher he ascended. Every step he took he reconsidered his choice to come to the Elven King. They weren’t allies by a long run, but after last night's events…
He stopped at the wooden door before him at the top of the stairs. Though, it was hard to tell the door was made of wood at all. White and blue frost coated the door, reflecting like a mirror.
Loosely gripping his Staff, he knocked on the door.
Nothing. He knocked again.
Still nothing.
Exhaling, Sausage reached for the handle and turned, it was unlocked. Opening the door further, he could see the teal and white silhouette of the Elven king. Stepping out of the doorway, Sausage could fully see the extent of the frost.
The railing of the balcony, the seating, the walls, everything had been covered with the same frost coating the door, even ice patches speckled the floor.
“What do you want?”
King Sausage turned to Scott, slouching against the railing looking outward from the balcony. He could see that the frost came from Scott due to the streaks rooting from where he stood like a tree.
How long had he stood there? Sausage could guess since the battle last night. It was hard for Sausage to gather himself since then, but he couldn’t imagine Scott’s situation to the extent he had felt before.
“I thought I would find you here,” Sausage said as he thought of breaching this subject.
Scott barely moved his head.
Sausage walked to Scott’s side so he could see his face.
Scott stood as a statue as the tears flowed and quickly froze on his cheeks. His eyes unmoving from the poppy he held.
Of course it was a poppy. Even if it was covered in frost, any emperor would know what flower Scott would be holding. He always had a poppy on hand to remind himself of Jimmy, for whatever connection that would be. Sausage would assume the CodFather would have some swamp-related thing, but no, he chose a poppy.
“I don’t have red wool to trade with Mythland, if that's why you're here.” Scott spoke in the silence, his voice breaking like fragile ice.
Sausage shook his head. “I’m not here for that.”
“Then why, oh great king of Blood sheep, are you here?” Scott fully turned his head to Sausage, anger starting to tint his voice.
Sausage swallowed before starting into his apology. “Scott, about last night, I-”
“You what?!” Scott interrupted. “You only know now that you were on the wrong side? A bit too late for that, don't you think?”
Sausage bit his lip. Maybe I should've thought more about this.
“Scott, you saw how I was trying to reason with him, please know that.” Sausage tried again. Maybe reasoning with what he knew would work.
Scott clenched his fists, nearly snapping the frozen over poppy. “So you expect me to forgive you for the rest of your actions because of last night?!” He swung his arm, knocking the staff of Mythland out of Sausage's hand. The frost from the blow started to speckle the part Scott’s hand had landed.
Sausage went to reach for his staff, but looked back at Scott, now sitting on the floor, fully sobbing. “He’s gone, Sausage. Gone!” He broke out. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love.”
Sausage replayed the events of last night in his mind. Him and Joey standing on top of a red tendril, Scott, Gem and Kathrine breaking the tendril-covered cage trying to reach Xornoth, only to be met with a hostage. Jimmy.
Xornoth teleported to Jimmy, grasping his neck and lifting him up.
Sausage had then looked at Scott, his face shifting from shock to horror as the CodFather tried to lose himself from Xornoth’s grip to no avail. It was a look Sausage was too familiar with.
The smell of fire and ash, Sausage flipping through his spellbook in vain…
And Pearl’s skin turning charcoal black before crumbling to dust on the death-ridden wind.
An event he tried every time to undo.
Sausage sat down in front of Scott. Scott lifted his head up and saw the tears in Sausage’s eyes. Scott furrowed his brows just slightly at the notion.
“Scott, I do know what that’s like. I never want to wish this pain on anyone. Ever.” Sausage spoke through the tears.
Unexpectedly, Scott lunged forward and hugged the Mythland king. His ice-cold hands buried in the fur lining of Sausage’s cloak. The two lost track on how long they stayed there, letting the sun sink in the cold, quiet evening.
****
Sausage blinked at the fiery destruction before him. Blood sheep galloped down from the sky, blocking out the sun.
“Sausage.”
A sunflower blew off its stalk as he turned to see Pearl coughing up a black substance. She tried to say something to him, but all that came out was pained gasps, as if breathing itself was a challenge.
“Sausage.”
A cold gust of wind swept past him as the scenes changed again. Scott stood in what seemed to be a ring, like the fighting arena. Xornoth stood on the opposite end of Scott, red tendrils caging them in the ring.
“Sausage, wake up.”
Both Xornoth and Scott took notice of Sausage, and both looked to his side. Sausage instinctively looked to his side to see what they were looking at, but all that was there was a strange blue blur, standing at the height of a small child with no distinct features.
“Who are you?” Sausage asked the being.
A heavy thump hit his lower stomach as Sausage sprung up from his dream, curling over the tender spot.
“Ouch, you had to hit that hard?”
“I tried to say something,” Bubbles said, sitting upright from her successful wake-up call. “But it seemed as though you had one of those dreams again.”
Sausage rubbed his forehead, recalling his dream. “Yeah, you could say that. A few alterations, but still the same.”
“Well you can tell me later. Someone knocked on the door.”
“Really?” Sausage raised an eyebrow. “I’m not expecting anyone. Who is it?”
“I couldn’t see.” Bubbles yipped. “They seemed to have left immediately.”
“Huh,” Sausage puzzled. Getting ready for the day, he grabbed his staff of Mythland. The frost from Scott seemed to linger on it with an odd blue tint. Shrugging it off, he made his way downstairs to the front door and opened it.
No one was there, but a parculiar package was on the doorstep.
It was wrapped in a teal blanket, with white speckles all over. It shook slightly and… was giggling?
Kneeling down, Sausage lifted one of the blanket corners to uncover the package. As he saw what was inside, he gasped.
A baby girl.
Not just that. She had light blue skin, as blue as the sky. Her brown hair had not yet reached the bottom of her chin. Her grey-blue eyes looked up at him and she started to giggle more than before. Her small hands clutched the red wool that cushioned herself like a bed.
Sausage reached out to the child in confused awe. The baby cooed as she took his finger into her chubby hand, unnaturally cold to the touch. He couldn’t help himself but smile and laugh at this strange package.
“Well this is certainly a surprise,” Sausage remarked, pulling some strands of the child’s hair out of her eyes. “Who’s kid are you?”
The baby squeaked and laughed, unable to answer him. He just laughed at himself for asking as he continued, fingering the red wool. “Well whoever you are, your parents knew about blood sheep wool to wrap you-”
The red wool, it was soft and warm.
Someone outside would see no difference, but the king of Mythland knew the difference between the sheep of his kingdom, and others.
Blood sheep’s wool is tough, while this wool was soft, like a normal sheep’s. And with it being warm means it was freshly sheared from a sheep, unless someone warmed it up.
Sausage’s heart started to pound, his mind reeling for answers.
“Wh-what? If you’re not Mythlandian, who-?”
The teal blanket, cold hands, even teal skin…
Scott.
Sausage came to Rivendell as fast as he could, being careful to not jostle his unexpected parcel too much.
“Scott!” He called outside of the Elven kings house.
Scott came to the window surprisingly fast, fully dressed with his antler crown on.
“Sausage?” He inquired as he opened his window to the visitors. “What is it?”
“What do you have to say about this?” He asked, trying to not sound accusatory while lifting the bundle of teal in his arms.
“Uh… it’s a teal blanket?” Scott answered almost comically.
“No, it’s- ugh.” Sausage exasperated as he quickly unfolded the blanket and extended his arms out, holding the baby in front of him for Scott to see.
Scott blinked and stood as still as a statue.
“Oh-”
****
Scott stood at the front of the table while Sausage stood on the side, both looking from each other to the baby girl giggling in her cradle on the table.
Scott inhaled through his nose before breaking the silence.
“So you found her at your front door?”
Sausage nodded.
“And you think I’m responsible for leaving her there?”
Sausage nodded again.
Scott rolled his eyes. “I don’t see the connection.”
“Well I do!” Sausage loudly whispered. “Her cold hands, teal skin. Why would she not be from here?”
“Because I’ve not seen this child in my life!” Scott retorted. “And I didn’t travel at all last night.”
“Well she had to come from somewhere,” Sausage reasoned. “No one just leaves their kid at someone else's doorstep.”
“We could send out ‘missing child’ posters,” Scott shrugged, lifting one hand up. A light flurry of snowflakes burst from his fingertips. “It would be easy to find whoever her parents are due to her skin colour.”
Sausage shook his head. “I don’t know how easily we could- wait.” He paused himself.
He eyed Scott’s hand, still twinkling with snowflakes and frost. Scott took notice of his shift in thought and looked at his hand Sausage seemed to stare at intently. “What? You think my hand has something to do with it?” He asked sarcastically.
“No. Well, not exactly.” Sausage started, inspecting his staff with the frost clinging to the hilt. “Okay, when you unintentionally touch and freeze an object, does it stay frozen?”
Scott raised an eyebrow at the question. “No? But how does that relate to this?”
“Last night, when you knocked my staff out of my hand? The frost stayed on.” Sausage continued, holding up his staff for Scott to see. “Mythland is a warm Biome, so it would have melted off once returning. But it didn't."
Scott rubbed his temple, still confused. “Sausage I don’t know how your sacrificial magic works, but it’s probably just what your staff does.”
“No it isn’t,” Sausage leaned in. “The staff is made with wood and blood sheep wool overtop it. Blood sheep wool is tough, but it's flammable. Two weeks ago, I had it too close to my fireplace and singed the side here.” He pointed to one side of it, where singe marks lingered. “I don’t know what frost does to blood sheep wool, but it shouldn’t do anything to it. So the frost not melting has to mean something.”
Scott rolled his eyes at the absurd conclusion. “Can I at least see it?”
Without skipping a beat, Sausage put the Staff of Mythland in Scott’s hand. Scott looked intently at the spot he had frosted over. As Sausage said, there were no signs of melting. Even more so, the frost emitting from his hands now coated over the hilt further, matching the blue hue of both the frost from earlier, and the baby.
Scott looked closer at the baby, still giggling through the whole scenario. Her brown hair nearly matching Sausage’s, but her skin the colour of his frost, or his whole kingdom for that matter.
After a long pause, Scott sighed. “Sausage is this our child?”
“I think this is our child.” Sausage said right after Scott.
Scott rubbed his eyes, bringing his hand down to his mouth. “Oh Aeor, I can’t be a father.”
“Well I can’t either,” Sausage admitted. “At least, I could do it part-time?”
“Sausage I don’t think parenthood is part-time.” Scott concluded.
“So what do we do then?” Sausage asked.
The two looked at the baby, cooing and giggling at them both. “Taking care of a child is a lot of work, even more so with a kingdom to rule.” Scott sighed.
“We could take turns?” Sausage proposed. “I can take care of her for a while, and you can take her when you have time?”
Scott looked at him with both disbelief and amusement. “Joint custody?”
“It can work,” Sausage convinced. “I don't see how it couldn’t.”
Scott rocked his head back and forth. “I could hire a sitter when I get too busy.”
“And Bubbles can take care of her when I’m occupied.” Sausage nodded
“Okay okay,” Scott raised his hands up. “If we are going to do this, what are we going to name her?”
“Ah,” Sausage bit his lip. “I didn’t think that far.”
“‘That far’? You jumped right into raising her, naming the kid is the first step of this!”
“Okay um” Sausage started, folding his hands up and bringing them up to his mouth. “What ideas do we have?”
“Well it has to be something related to Mythland.”
“And Rivendell,” Sausage added.
“Right,” Scott agreed.
They both stood in silence except the baby, tossing ideas in their heads.
“M… mmmm…” Sausage started to form a word.
“Misty?” Scott finished, looking at Sausage. Sausage looked up from his concentrated trance, staring Scott down.
“That’s perfect.”
“Alright then,” Scott nodded, easing into the situation. “Now how do we raise a child?”
****
6 Months later:
Sausage gazed up at the sky burning like a fire as Blood sheep galloped down from the clouds. How could I have lost track of time? This is the reason I came here.
He had just returned from the Emperor gathering fWhip called. This timeline had been different since Jimmy had died. In this timeline, fWhip had wanted to amend their relationship by combining a Cod and Salmon.
Same event, just missing someone.
And hopefully not missing another.
Sausage ran to the gateway of the castle, remembering Bubbles was there. On approaching the gate, a blue shape shifted and moved beside his multiversal ally.
Oh goodness, I forgot she was with me this week.
His daughter Misty leapt up and hugged Sausage as he kneeled down to Bubbles. He smiled briefly while embracing her, her small hands sending a soothing cold shock on his back.
“Bubbles,” Sausage returned to the task at hand. “That dream I had before Misty came, She was with me when I was before Scott and Xornoth. I only had that dream once, but I can’t risk her life like that.” He blinked, getting flashes of Jimmy being held up by Xornoth. His mind naturally replaced him for Misty, but as soon as the thought came, he wished it away.
“She shouldn’t be there, nor you.” Bubbles barked in the language only Sausage knew. “Take her to Sir Carlos. He hasn’t left yet, he can take her to refuge.”
Sausage sighed in relief. “Thanks Bubbles, love ya girl.” He kissed Bubbles’ head and took Misty to the docks.
Misty held tight to him as he ran to Sir Carlos’ boat. The chicken fluttered down from the mast, pulling the sail down. Sausage couldn’t contain a relieved smile. Having a timeline where Sir Carlos stayed briefly before leaving helped soften the blow of the Rapture.
“Sir Carlos,” Sausage called approaching the boat. “Misty can’t stay here, it's too dangerous. Please take her somewhere safe.”
“What of Scott?” The Chicken fluttered his wings. “Would he have something to say about this?”
Sausage shook his head. “Scott is pre-occupied. If I see him again, I’ll tell him and you’ll send me your location.”
“Do you mean ‘when you see him’?” Sir Carlos looked inquisitively.
Sausage sighed at the correction. He knew it was an if situation, but no one else did. Only Sausage and Bubbles exclusively.
“Right, when.” Sausage corrected in a quiet tone.
Sausage carried Misty down to the hull of the ship, a red wool bed waiting in the corner. The colour matched the fleece of Blood sheep, but was the soft Rivendell wool.
The crimson colour brought up the fond memory of first seeing Misty. She had grown so much within the short time having her.
Sausage gently sat her on the bed and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. He then looked into her eyes and immediately regretted it.
Since he’d set himself on this mission, he made rules for himself to follow: Don’t make attachments, change events necessary, save Pearl. He hadn't meant to get close to Scott when Jimmy died, let alone have a child with him. Yet here he was, staring at his daughter's big grey-blue eyes as Blood sheep turned the once blue sky red.
“Daddy?” Misty asked in pure innocence. Hearing her voice broke him. Sending her off would be hard. Check that; Sending her off is hard. But with the Blood sheep multiplying the more he waits will be dangerous for a purely magical child.
It wasn’t an opinion he shared to many, not even Scott. But how could she not be magical? She had to be made from the Frost of Scott and Magic of Mythland.
“It’s okay,” Sausage said through his shaking voice, cupping her head in his hands. “You’re going to be safe.”
Blinking through the tears, Sausage kissed her forehead and exited the hull. Misty called out again. “Daddy?” Her voice froze him in place, but he had to move. For both her sake, and Pearl’s.
“Get the ship going.” He ordered Sir Carlos.
The Chicken flapped and jumped across the wheel of the ship. Sausage activated a wind spell and thrust the ship forward, ensuring they go northeast, past the Ocean empire and beyond. Wherever Sir Carlos chose to go, he knew he could ensure Misty’s safety.
Sausage lingered on the docks, feeling the heaviness more and more. But he had to keep moving.
“Don’t worry Misty.” He whispered in the wind. “I will find you again.”
He took a heavy step away from the docks before breaking into a sprint to Gilded Heleanthia.
****
Circa ESMP2. Aftermath
Sausage stretched, inhaling the fresh smells the jungle biome of Sanctuary had to offer. He lingered on the peaceful moment before getting out of bed and grabbing his Staff of Sanctuary, the dark oak wood greeting his fingertips with a hint of familiarity.
He opened the door, pulling his mossy cloak in closer to his chest as he surveyed the colours coming to life. A soft smile painted over his face as he rewinded his plans for the day.
First its to the cathedral, then coffee with Eddie. After that its-
Was that Xornoth standing under the birch tree?
Sausage managed to remain standing, but he felt his knees buckling under his weight. He shouldn’t be here, Scott dealt with him, in whatever way that was.
Sausage scanned around where Xornoth stood. No Herons had taken notice of the demon standing in the shadows, meaning only Sausage saw him. Both curious and cautious, he came to the shade of the tree.
“...What are you doing here?” Sausage asked in a tone blended with caution and curiosity.
“Where’s your child?” Xornoth inquired.
“I’m sorry, what? I-I have no child!” Sausage stumbled over his words. Xornoth shouldn’t know about Hermes. He wracked his brain for any possibility how Xornoth could know, but none were a solid conclusion.
“That’s not what Scott told me.” Xornoth stated. Just as he said this, his body seemed to flicker like the low flames of a fire dying down. Sausage instinctively reached out to stop him, but Xornoth vanished in a puff of mist.
“Wha-what was that?” Sausage breathed. “Bubbles!”
Bubbles, his trusty Multiversal ally sauntered up to his side. “What is it?”
“Did you just see Xornoth here?” Sausage pointed to the empty space before him.
“No,” Bubbles answered. “Was it a vision?”
“Its possible,” Sausage shrugged. “But he asked about my child. He shouldn’t know about Hermes at all, but he said Scott told him.”
“That's odd,” Bubbles mused. “This Scott doesn’t know about Xornoth.”
“Exactly,” Sausage affirmed. “But how-”
Oh, Him.
Sausage sighed in annoyance at the thought, but it was in the cards of possibility.
“I’ll be right back.” Sausage said nonchalant.
He didn’t physically move, but he felt his consciousness leave his body into a pure white void. He’d been here before, usually alone, save for the rare occasions with Shelby the great Witch. But this time, he stood in front of a being the same height, features, and demeanor as him, excluding his dark clothes.
“Wow, you finally chose to make an audience with the demons, huh?” Supreme rolled his eyes at his appearance. He started to float and lounge back as if he was on an invisible couch.
“You know I don’t call you that,” Sausage crossed his arms at his other half’s comment. “Explain yourself.”
“‘Explain myself’?” Supreme laughed. “What could I have done to require an explanation?”
“You literally created an illusion of a blood sheep eating Bubbles, don’t play dumb. I know you did with Xornoth thirty seconds ago.”
Supreme rolled onto his back and crossed his legs. “Oh that. I gotta say, I didn’t expect you to react that much, it really made it more fun for me.”
Sausage rolled his eyes at his childish enjoyment. “Okay, sure. You had your fun. But do you really have to mix up my memories to throw me off? This worlds’ Scott doesn’t know about Xornoth, so Xornoth in turn shouldn’t have heard from Scott about Hermes.”
“Hermes?” Supreme pretended to be distant from the name. “Oh yeah, that boy of yours? True, he shouldn’t, but scrounging around your mind has brought more memories up.”
“I already know all the bad stuff you did, Supreme. You don’t need to bore me with it.”
“Bore you? Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of boring the great Protector of Sanctuary.” He took a dramatic bow before going on. “No, another child has its place in this swollen brain of yours.”
“Its our brain. Any insult you say to me is an Uno reverse.” Sausage smugly smiled. “What child?”
Supreme pursed his lips, enjoying how vague he was. “Hmm… I saw it somewhere here, seemed rather important.” He scanned the empty space before them both. “Ah yes, a child of Mythland and… some other empire. Quite a surprise to any onlooker who knows their history. The two kingdoms rarely had any connections save for the occasional trade.”
Sausage furrowed his brows. “The Cod empire? No, we rarely did trades. The only trades I did with Pixandrea were pranks. House blossom is off the table since Kathrine was part of the Wither Rose Alliance.”
Supreme chuckled. “Ah, all reasonable conclusions. But there is another Empire you haven’t considered. One of Snow and Frost.”
“Rivendell?” Sausage asked. “Right, Jimmy had died in that timeline.”
“So you do remember.” Supreme congratulated. “Looks like you don’t need me.”
“Not so fast,” Sausage raised a finger. “You have more access to the Mythlandian memories than I do. Who was the child?”
“Wow, all this multiversal stuff you concern yourself with has done a number on you. I’d thought a girl such as her would hold a strong place in your mind after leaving her.”
“I didn’t leave anyone.” Sausage stated, becoming more irritated. “Who is she?”
“Such a strange child,” Supreme inspected his fingernails as if uninterested in the conversation. “She had quite a unique skin colour. As teal as the Elven king's hair. Ha, what an ugly colour to take inspiration from. Almost the same colour as that little bar tender you have.”
“Bruno?” Sausage raised an eyebrow. “Blue skin…”
Sausage gasped, his heart pounding as the memories of his daughter came to him.
Yes, his daughter. She had appeared 6 months before the Rapture in that timeline. Both he and Scott raised her as much as they could before…
Sir Carlos, the ship. He sent her away, promising to find her again.
“And quite the intriguing name too,” Supreme mused as if he didn’t notice Sausage’s revelation. “Now what was it?” He tapped his finger to his lip to taunt Sausage. It worked.
Sausage lunged forward and slammed Supreme into the invisible wall of the void.
“What’s her name?!” He demanded.
Supreme laughed, reveling in his rage. “Oh you do care about her, how odd. I never thought you would since Hermes had taken so much more of your time.”
“Tell me her name!!” Sausage pressed further, tears starting to fall down his face. “I didn’t leave her!”
“Hahaha, you know her name. You don’t need to press me for an answer.”
He was right. Sausage released his grip and paced around, forcing a familiar name out of his mind.
“It was a joint effort, really.” Supreme continued, unfazed. “You started with the letter, and Scott came up with the rest. Mmm…”
Sausage’s breath quickened as the memory returned. He could try world jumping to find her, but it’s more effective when he has a name to go by. Supreme continued to hum in one single tune, as if he tried to distract him. Wait…
He wasn’t distracting him, he was giving the first letter!
“M,” Sausage whispered. He repeated it again and again, trying to form her name.
Misty.
Sausage looked up at Supreme, wide-eyed. Supreme smiled menacingly.
“Ah, I know that look. The look of ‘I know what it is’. Can you leave me now? I am a very busy person.”
Sausage paid no attention to him as he started to let his consciousness leave this realm. He could hear Supreme leave his final message:
“If you are going to see her, tell her I said hi? From her… let’s say evil uncle. That sounds right, doesn’t it?”
Sausage breathed in, smelling the fresh greenery of the jungle again. A cool breeze swept by him.
“What did he say?” Bubbles asked. She couldn’t hear their conversations in the void, but Sausage always told her what they talked about.
“Bubbles we gotta go.”
****
“Move your little red butt out mister!” Misty playfully shoved the red sheep with her foot as she carried the bundle of hay to the barn. The sheep lazily trotted out of her path.
She’d never known why she dyed those sheep red. But they added some charm to her Dark Oak base.
After arriving here with her guardian, he said they could move more inland, or choose to stay here and set up a harbour sort of home. The idea of adventure did excite her, but the dark oak forest was a nice place to call home and come back to when she did go out on her own.
Misty set the stack of hay in the barrel next to the cow's pen, a chorus of moos ringing out.
“You already ate, you crazies,” Misty joked, rolling her eyes as she left the barn.
She exhaled and started heading up to her happy Ghast’s tower… if she wasn’t interrupted by a crash in the trees and an ‘ouch’ sound from the impact.
Misty froze, slowly turning her head with an eyebrow raised. A middle-aged man looking quite older than herself leaned on a staff as he stabilised himself, shaking leaves and sticks off. A small dog seemed to jump into existence by his side.
“Oh my- are you alright?” Misty asked as she came to the man’s side and helped him on his feet.
The man had brown hair that was slightly curled and facial hair. A scar lined the top of his right eye down to his cheek. He had a surprisingly soft moss cloak and had a metal bracer on his right forearm. The one thing keeping the symmetry of his being was his bright blue eyes.
“Oh, thanks.” The man replied to her generosity. “I’m alright, I’ve fallen out of taller heights than that…” He trailed off as he stood upright and looked at Misty. He seemed to be looking intently at her, as if he was looking for something.
Misty looked down at her apparel. She was fully dressed in her green and mushroom red outfit, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary.
Oh right, ordinary.
“Oh you’re probably wondering why I’m blue, are you?”
“Uh Y-yeah.” The man stumbled, shaking his head as if his hair was caught in spiderwebs.
“Right well, I’m part Allay. As such I can change my form. I changed too quickly when I was younger and I kinda got locked into having blue skin.” Misty explained casually.
“O-oh, okay.” The man looked down, nodding defeatedly.
“Ah, right.” Misty brushed her hair behind her ear. “Introductions. I’m Misty.” She extended her hand out to the man, he took it and shook. He lingered on holding her hand, probably noticing her cold fingers.
“Mythical Sausage,” he replied. “And this is my dog, Bubbles.” The dog beside him barked in response.
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Misty smiled. “Now, why were you in a tree?”
“Oh, right,” Sausage nervously laughed. “I was… looking for someone.”
“Okay,” Misty processed. “It would be a bit hard to find someone while in one of the lower trees. My guardian told me the best way to find someone is to keep them.” Misty turned around and pulled out her spyglass, searching the surrounding trees.
“Wise words,” Sausage mused. “Who is your guardian?”
“My uncle, Carlos.” Misty answered. “Or at least, I call him uncle.”
“Carlos,” Sausage repeated as if a fond memory came to him. “And what about your parents, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Not at all,” Misty retracted her spyglass, turning back to Sausage. “Carlos said my mother died after having me, so my father raised me. After that it all goes fuzzy, but I do know that my father had to entrust my care to Carlos. He said he fought with my father in a war, not sure what war tho. Every time I’ve asked him, he just say ‘I’d know in good time.’ But I guess that time is never, cuz a few years ago he disappeared.”
“Dissapeared?” Sausage asked.
“Yup,” Misty answered. “Gone without a trace.”
Sausage chuckled quietly. “Well that sounds like him.”
Misty looked at him quizzically. “You know him? Is that who you’re looking for?”
“Uh, yes.” Sausage answered, almost unsure of his answer.
“Well unfortunately for you, I don’t have much of a lead.” Misty shrugged. “All he left was a note that said ‘look for sunflowers.’ Wait,” Misty paused, looking at the staff Sausage held.
It had an odd array of objects stuck in the bark of the wood, as if it all grew into the staff. One was an amethyst, a red mushroom, a diamond, and a sunflower. Sausage must’ve drawn to the same conclusion as her as he looked down to his staff.
“Well it looks like we have a lead.” Misty remarked.
Sausage slowly looked from his staff up to her. “Yeah, I guess so.” He again looked at her like he was searching for something.
Unexpectedly, Bubbles came up to Misty and placed a paw onto the top of her foot.
“Hey, what-” Misty started before a flash of light blinded her vision.
As the light cleared, she saw a semi-steampunk boat on a river by a dark oak forest, like the one she was in now. The boat was steered by what looked like a chicken. Beyond the boat, a vast kingdom painted the horizon. By the small glimpse she got, she could tell it was grand.
She then saw red sheep, seeming to run down an invisible staircase down into the kingdom.
Then, she saw a king in red and green running down the streets, carrying something in his arms, careful to not drop it. She didn’t see this at her normal height, but much shorter. Like the height of Sausage’s dog, Bubbles.
The king set what he was holding on a bed inside a boat. Then Misty could see what it was.
It was a child, much younger than her. She had blue skin and brown hair, perfectly matching Misty’s.
The king hugged her tightly. She couldn’t see the king move his mouth, but she heard him say ‘you’re going to be safe. I will find you.’
Misty panted for breath as she blinked away from the vision, coming back to reality. She touched her heart as her eyes searched the ground.
Misty looked up at Sausage, a hopeful expression on his face. She squinted at him, his features looking nearly identical to the king from the vision.
She gasped, her eyes widening.
The sheep falling, red wool keeping her warm. Cold hands seeming to warm her heart. Flickers of gold, white, red and teal clouding her vision before…
Misty met Sausage’s eyes, tears starting to pool in them.
“...Father?”
****
And scene. Did I write this while having both the River Lullaby from the Prince of Egypt and I Can Only Wonder from Epic the Musical? Yes, I regret nothing.
Again, got inspiration to do this by @khyann's Champion of Exor AU so go check it out!
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