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A Fool's Cage

You're an inpatient in a mental health facility. One day, Shane becomes one too.

"Rough session?" You asked, knowing he was fucking miserable. "What's this fucker's problem?" He answered, kicking the plastic chair against the wall. "This fucking place…" "S'not a holiday centre, huh?" You laughed, elbowing him. "Got the same guy in about an hour." "Tell him to fuck off for me will ya." "Might. Never met a kind substance users advisor." You add, lighting another cigarette, which was planned for your next break and will let you with nothing after your session, but it gave you an excuse to stay with him. "What're you in for?" Shane sent you a grin, with a tiny laugh raising his shoulders. "Tried to jump off a cliff, right into the sea." He said, his smile still on. "Yourself?" You opened wide eyes, amused. "Jumped off a bridge, right into the sea." You replied, laughing. "Guess a cliff woulda done the job better."

You and Shane take Jas and Vincent trick-or-treating for Spirit's Eve, but their buddy costume doesn't quite work out as planned...

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“No, Shane, pepper poppers aren’t candy. You can’t give them to children. They want sugar,” you laugh, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He scowls for a moment, but it turns into the gentle smile you’ve come to know and love. It was a bad joke, he knows, but a joke nonetheless.  

“We should head over to Marnie’s soon to pick up Jas,” he mentions, wiping your kiss off his cheek with a mock-disgusted expression. “I bet she’s been ready for hours.” He chuckles, a low, quiet sound that somehow walks the line between non-existence and filling the entire room. It’s enchanting, and it happens so rarely. It’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.  

“Right.” It’s not too much longer before it’ll start getting dark, and while Marnie has no issue letting Jas stay out late on festival nights, you have no desire to start any fights with the woman who keeps your farm running smoothly. You give Shane another kiss, a quick peck on the lips this time, and lead him out of the house.  

It’s a nice night out. Chilly, but not uncomfortably cold. The sort of weather that’s undeniably associated with Spirit’s Eve. The two of you enjoy a quiet, though uneventful, walk to Marnie’s ranch. The smell of Cindersap’s pines permeates the air and the crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet, combined with the crisp air, reenergizes you after a long day of work. Anyone else would feel compelled to fill the silence with meaningless chatter. Not Shane, though. He’s one of the few people who appreciates silence, and you’ve always appreciated that about him.  

Jas and Marnie are already waiting outside when you arrive. “Uncle Shane!” the girl calls out, running towards him with a huge grin on her face. She’s traded her usual pink dress for a black one, and is wearing cat ears in place of her usual hair bow. She’s also painted whiskers on her cheeks. It’s probably one of the most adorable things you’ve seen in a while. Shane lifts her up easily and spins her around, a grin quickly replacing his typical expression. You’ve never seen anyone make him as happy as Jas does, and that makes you happy.  

“Jas!” He gives her a quick kiss on the head before setting her down. “A kitty, huh? Good choice. Did you help Aunt Marnie catch mice around the barn today?” Jas blushes a little, looking down at her feet, looks back up at her godfather with a large grin, nods, then meows.  

“Vincent’s s’pposed to be a mouse,” she explains, reaching up to grab his hand and lead him towards the town square. “We planned it weeks ago. Miss Penny helped us make the costumes!”  

Marnie and Shane both laugh, and she holds out a bag for Jas to take. “Don’t you need something for your candy, little kitty? Or were you going to carry it all in your paws?” Jas blushes again and takes the bag from her, then goes back to tugging on Shane’s hand. It doesn’t take much coaxing to get him moving, and you follow along after them. “Don’t stay out too late!” Marnie calls after you.  

The first stop is Vincent’s house, and he’s also waiting outside with Sam. You’d half expected to see Kent out there with them, given his recent return, but you don’t see him, and you have no intention of prying. You do, however, notice that Vincent is also wearing all black, cat ears, and whiskers. Before you have time to say anything, Jas is already on the case.  

“Vincent!” Her tone is somewhere between a reprimand and a whine, the way only a child can manage. “You were supposed to be a mouse! We had the costume finished and everything! Miss Penny helped you make the ears, remember?” 

“They didn’t look good,” he answers with a bit of a frown. “My big brother helped me make these instead. Besides, why do youget to be the cat? I want to be the cat!” Vincent holds Sam’s hand as if for protection. Jas may seem sweet, but she can be scary, and no one knows that better than he does. You watch the exchange for a bit, unsure of exactly what to do. Dealing with children wasn’t ever really your forte.  

Finally, once Vincent looks like he might start to cry and Jas looks like she might soon be a red cat rather than a black one, you manage to come up with a solution. “You can both be cats, you know,” you suggest, softly at first in case the idea is rejected. Vincent seems pleased with this and his expression immediately turns back into a grin.  

Jas, on the other hand, doesn’t quite seem sold. “He said he would be the mouse,” she insists, very nearly stamping her little foot. You turn to Vincent, crouching down a bit to be more on his level.  

“You said you and Miss Penny made mouse ears in class, right?” you ask, another genius plan forming. “Do you still have them?” Vincent nods slowly, a bit unsure of whatever it is you might be about to suggest. “Can you go get them for me?” He agrees, and runs inside to grab his mouse ears.  

They’re not exactly well-made, but you can tell what they’re supposed to be, and that’s what’s important. You thank him for the ears and before Shane can protest, put them on his head with a grin. “There,” you say to Jas, now there’s two cats and a giant mouse.” She seems pleased with this solution. Shane does not.  

“Yay! Uncle Shane’s trick-or-treating with us!” she exclaims happily, clapping excitedly. 

“You know, if you really don’t want to, I can wear the mouse ears,” Sam offers with a chuckle. “It’s not a big deal.” 

Y/n pov: <\p><p> “ YOU DO WHAT I SAY!!” My husband, Scott (a/n you can change the name if you’d like), screamed. Before I even realized it-*SMACK*- Scott slapped me in the face. <br> “ I said I was sorry,” I said weakly, with tears in my eyes. <br> “ sorry my ass,” scott said then stormed out of the tent. I was left in the tent with my thoughts. <br> This was a pretty regular occurrence, some times worse than others. This time wasn’t bad at all; this time he didn’t do it in front of our five year old daughter, Lidia ( you can change that name also). “ is everything ok?! Lidia told me she herd Scott do something to you,” Shane came in with Lidia at his hip. “ everything’s fine. Sweet heart, how about you go play with Carl or something?” I asked lidia. “ ok mommy!” She said before giving me a hug then running off. After she left, I bursted into tears. “ I can’t do this anymore, Shane. I HATE SCOTT! Ya know? He has done nothing for Lidia, I might as well be a single mother.“ Shane wrapped his arms around me and I put my head on his shoulder. ” you deserve so much better that him. What kind of a man hits a woman? I can treat you AND Lidia better!“ Shane says getting louder with every sentence. All of sudden Shane lightly tugs my face to look at him, and then he connects his lips to mine. I feel fireworks fly through my body. After a while, Shane pulls away. I just stand there in awe, like an idiot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Over the next three weeks or so me and Shane’s relationship got interesting. At first he spent more time with Lidia and I. He treated Lidia as his own, he did more for her than her own father did for her in her whole life. Then sharing kisses when we would work and Scott would just sit his lazy ass in the tent. Finally it was officially an affair, sometimes when I would get lonely I would sleep with Shane In his tent and do… stuff, thangs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up this morning, in my tent, with the feeling of nausea. But the weird thing was, was that at the same time I’m craving apples and fried chicken. Why do I feel like I’m going to vomit? Why do I have cravings. Why apples and fried chicken? Im not on my period, and now that I’m thinking about it, I’m late. no, nO, NO. I’m not pregnant, I can’t be. But then me and Shane a couple weeks ago… OH NO. What the hell am I going to do? How am I going to tell Shane? HOW AM I GOING TO TELL SCOTT? I get up and go get some water to soothe my mind.on the way there I run into Shane. ” hey beautiful,“ Shane says giving me a peck on the lips. ” how ya feelin?“ ” I need to tell you something.“ I said totally serious. ” shoot. Is everything ok?“he says. ” I’m pregnant.“ I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. ” how am I going tell the group? Or Lidia? Or Scott? God damnit!" Shane pulls me into a hug. ” I promise we will get through this. We will figure it out together. The group will just have to deal with it, and I’m sure Lidia will be so happy to have a little brother or sister. And I never ever let Scott, or anyone for that matter, hurt you, I love you too much.“ ” I love you too. You will the best daddy.“ I said with a chuckle.