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pt.4: the one with the arrows
title: this is the why pairing: spitfire (main), supermartian, +more summary: It has to be a trick of the mind, or indigestion from last nightâs Big Belly Burger, because there is absolutely no way Wally West could have that kind of effect on her. Ever. [pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [Ao3] [ffnet] a/n:Â hereâs a mighty long chapter for everyone who has been waiting a mighty long time for it! you guys should send @oochihasâ thank you messages for basically ensuring this fic will be finished in this century. Also leave feedback in the tags because when the writing gets tough, I look at your tags and find the will to continue! Only one more chapter to go after this! :) Enjoy!
âSo, is that your boyfriend?â
Jadeâs voice cuts through the silent house like an arrow through the wind, her question striking Artemis between the ribs and knocking the breath from her lungs. Artemis jumps away from the peephole and races to flip the nearest light switch on the wall. With the living room lit, Artemis can glare at her sister properly.
âAre you trying to give me a heart attack?â Artemis snaps, holding her sore hand to her chest. âWhat the heck are you doing hiding in the dark?â
âNot so loud,â Jade hisses from the living room couch. âTurn the lights off. Mom doesnât know Iâm home.â
âMom isnât home,â Artemis scoffs as she pulls off her boots and places them by the door. âYou would know that if you ever called her.â
âOh, really? Her light was on.â Jade perks up and rests her dirty sneakers on the coffee table. âWhere is she?â
âShe leaves it on so the house doesnât look empty. Itâs girlâs night at Veronicaâs place and Mrs. Hall is dropping her off later,â Artemis explains, moving into the kitchen and speaking louder so Jade can hear her as she rifles through the cabinets and gathers what she needs.
âThatâs perfect,â Jade replies smugly, sinking deeper into the couch.
âYou still havenât answered my question,â Artemis reminds her as she returns to the living room with a bottle of water, an ice pack, a paper towel, and a pill in hand.
âAnd you havenât answered mineââJade raises a brow as Artemis takes a seat on the floor on the other side of the coffee tableââthough maybe I didnât ask the right one. What happened to you?â
Artemis doesnât mean to do it, but as soon as she finishes wiping the dried egg flakes off of her shirt, pressing the ice pack to her hand, and downing an ibuprofen, she unleashes the whole story (sans The Wally Problem) on her sister. Later, sheâll claim absence made her heart grow fonder and thatâs why she poured out her feelings to Jade of all people, but the fact remains that Jade is the only person who could possibly understand where she is coming from right now. Plus, Jade is more likely than their mother to condone physical violence as a problem solving method.
âYou shouldâve kicked him,â Jade eventually reprimands her, breaking the familiar tension that flares up every time they bring up their father. âI mean, Iâm sure you pack a good punch, but those boots wouldâve done more damage.â
âNext time,â Artemis sighs, rolling her eyes.
âAnd eggs?â Jade scoffs. âAmateurs. My first Morse party ended in a paintball war. Took out three windows and a birdhouse.â
âYouâre joking.â
Jade shakes her head and quickly adds, âIt was before Michelle forgot how to have fun.â
âWow,â Artemis breathes out slowly, unable to imagine Meganâs uptight older sister having anything to do with Jade or her old friends. She makes a note to ask Megan if Michelle ever mentioned Jade.
âListen up, kid,ââJade calls for her attention in a tone reminiscent of their motherâs when theyâre in troubleââwhen we moved here, I played along with the happy, little family front for your sake, but itâs past time to end this charade. Mom might think otherwise, but I couldnât care less what the people in this town think of us. So your loser friends know about our deadbeat dadâ who cares? If theyâre really worth keeping around, they sure wonât.â
âThey wonât,â Artemis says quietly, trying hard not to imagine the looks on their faces when they realize (if they havenât already) exactly who Crusher Crock is.
After her outburst at the party, who could resist the temptation of digging deeper? Everyone being one search engine click away from finding the Gotham Gazetteâs three page spread on her fatherâs unprecedented six month string of heists along the East Coast during her childhood was anxiety-inducing enough without having his name thrown out like a bad party favor. The paper never calls Artemis or Jade by name, but the media circus surrounding Crusher Crockâs nationally televised standoff, which only came to an end when two little girls dragged their own mother out of a burning hideout and begged for it all to stop, went on for weeks. Who could forget that?
The tight expression on Jadeâs face says she never will.
Jade examines her nails with feigned interest as she goes on to say, âAs much as I hate to admit it, Lawrence is always going to be part of our stories, but God, Artemis, sometimes you let him be the whole damn book. Youâve got to stop. Donât give him the satisfaction.â
A bright light shines through the half-open blinds and illuminates Jadeâs sudden smirk.
âThatâs my ride,â Jade says before she stands and searches for something in the couch cushion. âIf you see Mom, tell her Iâll be home in time for breakfast.â
Artemis reminds her, âYou could always call and tell her yourself.â
âNope,â Jade says, popping the âpâ as she pulls her phone from the couch victoriously.
Artemis nods, rolls her eyes, and asks, âOf course not. Why bother having a phone if you never use it?â
âThe camera, duh,â Jade replies easily, stuffing her phone into her jacket pocket.
âOf course,â Artemis repeats.
âSo,â Jade begins innocently (which is to say in a not-at-all-innocent manner), âwas that your boyfriend? He looked familiar.â
Artemis looks out the window, simply to not look at Jade. âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
âOh,â Jade says, and Artemis doesnât even need to be looking at her sister to know that thereâs a grin on her face, âso heâs your boy toy, then? Looks like I have taught you something. I am so proud.â
âJade,â Artemis groans, but her next words are overpowered by a car horn outside.
âSo impatient,â Jade tuts as she puts on her jacket. She takes a step towards the door before giving Artemis a second glance. The horn outside honks again. Jade sighs shortly.
âA word of warning, Sis. Redheads in this town? Clingy as hell. Think about what I saidââJade pauses to reach over the coffee table, pluck a piece of eggshell out of her sisterâs hair, and flick it onto the rugââand take a shower. Eggshell in your hair? Kind of pathetic.â
Jade may not be the kindest, most attentive sister, but when she walks out the door and gives Artemis one last look before she leaves, Artemis has to admit it.
Jade has her moments.
-o-
After a hot mug of tea and a hotter shower, Artemis crawls into bed and counts the glowing stars on the ceiling in an unsuccessful attempt to drag her mind out of the contemplative place Jadeâs words put it in. Itâs easy enough for Jade to say her friends wonât care (Jadeâs friends didnât care about anything). Artemis takes her input with a grain of salt, seeing as the friend department is the one area where Artemis has always had an advantage over her sister (that advantage being that Artemis is nice). Plus, Jade doesnât even know Artemisâs friends. Not taking into account their brief overlap at school, Artemis could count on her fingers the number of times Megan has interacted with Jade.
A knock at her window cuts her star count off at 23.
At first, she thinks she imagined it, but then the knock turns into another, and another, and another, until it falls into a familiar rhythm and she knows itâs real.
Artemisâs brow furrows as she slips out of bed. She slowly makes her way to the window and pulls the curtains apart to reveal Megan, standing on the other side of the glass with a sheepish smile. When her best friend waves, Artemis canât help but give Jade a little more credit. Redheads in this town really are clingy.
âWhat are you doing here?â Artemis asks as soon as she opens the window, making sure to keep a hand on the old frame so it doesnât slip down between them.
âWell, you left your phone and your bag and your bike at my house,â Megan explains, shrugging off the messenger bag and passing it to Artemis through the window. âI brought these, but your bikeâs still in the shed.â
âOh, thanks,â Artemis says, tossing the bag onto the floor and accidentally sending her phone sliding out of its pocket. âYou didnât have to do that. I was going to come back in the morning.â
âItâs not a big deal, trust me. Michelle and Melissa are being...â Megan waves a shaking fist at the air and huffs. âI had to get out of there, and Conner offered to drop me off on his way home, so here I am.â
Itâs then that Artemis spots the tattered Hello Kitty backpack hanging off of Meganâs shoulder.
âThey booted you?â Artemis asks, even though she already knows the answer.
There exists a cruel and unusual punishment between the Morse sisters within their household, a punishment Mr. and Mrs. Morse have yet to discover even after the nearly eleven years of its existence. Megan has never divulged the full story of its origin, but Artemis has heard enough to know that the three eldest Morse sistersâMorgan, Mabel, and Minnieâare not to be trifled with in any capacity.
Legend says Mabel was the first to be booted, unanimously, by all five of her sisters (though perhaps five year old Melissa and four year old Meganâs votes should not have been counted) after refusing to tell their parents that she was the one who backed the car into the playhouse. Back then, Booting meant sleeping on the musty couch next to the spooky, drafty window in the basement. Over time, Booting only got worse, moving from a sleeping bag in the treehouse to full blown property banishment with only Hello Kitty as a companion.
âYup. With the Iron Boot, too. Can I...?â Megan trails off, tentatively placing her hands on the window sill.
Artemis doesnât hesitate. âOf course you can.â
Megan climbs through the window with practiced ease and Artemis closes it behind her. They stand and consider each other for a few seconds before Megan cracks first.
âYou left,â she says, not accusingly per se, but Artemis hears the why in Meganâs words.
âI couldnât stay,â Artemis starts. âI felt like a one woman freak show. I mean, people were watching through the windows, from the fenceâ I even saw a couple of people in your hedges. There was egg goop in my hair and my bra. I had to get out of there. Iâm really sorry for disappearing and I know I shouldâve said something, and, I mean, I definitely thought about it once I passed Fir Street and I was going to text you butââ Artemis cuts off her own rambling with a steep breath and a wave of her hand towards the ground where her (most likely dead) cell phone lies.
âItâs alright that you left. I was just worried.â Megan shrugs and drops her backpack onto the floor. âI am worried. Iâve never seen you so upset.â
âWell, Iâm okay now,â Artemis assures her as she walks to her dresser and opens a drawer.
Megan takes a seat on Artemisâs bed and shakes her head. âI know thatâs a lie.â
Not the worst one.
âDo you need pajamas?â Artemis asks abruptly, pulling an old band t-shirt from the drawer.
Megan nods. âYes, please. I barely had time to throw on non-egg covered clothes before they kicked me out.â
Artemis tosses Megan the top and raises a brow. âIt took you that long to get here?â
âWell, they waited until I helped get everyone else out before they booted me,â Megan explains, stripping off her sweater and replacing it with Artemisâs top.
âConvenient,â Artemis notes, as she digs deeper into the drawer.
âPfft, yeah, for them. And then I had to finish talking to Conner. We were making up for awhile.â
Artemis pauses for a second and smirks. âSure you werenât making out?â
âMaking up,â Megan emphasizes with a slight whine, letting Artemis know that she is one hundred percent on target about them making out.
At least that went right, Artemis muses, pulling a pair of bunny-print shorts from the drawer and handing them to Megan. âHere, you left these here the last time you spent the night.â
Megan smiles as she examines the shorts. âOh, sweet, I thought Melissa stole them. Thanks.â
âNo problem,â Artemis says as she moves from the dresser to reach underneath her bed. âOh, and Iâve got a surprise for youâ if I canâ justââ
The tip of Artemisâs fingers brush against a battered box and she has to stretch to grab it and pull it out into the open.
âWe donât have to sleep back to back anymore,â she says, opening the box to reveal a mass of plastic. âMy mom got an air mattress at the Lanesâ yard sale. You can take the real bed.â
âOoo, fancy,â Megan notes, and she joins Artemis on the floor to help spread out the plastic. âAnd no, I call dibs on this one. It reminds me of camping. Itâs nice.â
âYeah, fact check: it was five bucks and has no holes. And they even threw in the hand pump for a quarter extra,â Artemis adds, shaking the box to get the tightly-wedged hand pump out and into Meganâs hands.
They sit on the floor as Megan holds the nozzle in place, and Artemis sends air into the mattress with steady pumps of the handle. As the mattress rises, so does Meganâs curiosity. Artemis catches a glimpse of the question in her best friendâs eyes and makes it a point to concentrate on the pump. Her arms begin to ache as she pumps a little too fast. When the air mattress is full and covered in some spare blankets, Artemis practically races to get under the covers of her own bed and say goodnight.
Not even a minute later, Megan breaks the silence.
âSo,â she starts, in a sleepoverâ, we arenât sleeping tonightâ kind of way, âare we going to talk about it or are we acting like it never happened?â
Artemis sighs at the glowing stars above her, as though theyâll hear and grant her unspoken wish for another distraction.
âIs that a talk sigh or a go-to-sleep sigh?â Megan asks.
The stars arenât on Artemisâs side tonight.
Artemis rolls over, looks over the edge of the bed, and finds Megan smiling up at her innocently.
âItâs a talk sigh,â Artemis relents, moving herself into a seated position.
âOh my god, yes,â Megan says, before she bounces off of the air mattress and climbs up onto the bed with Artemis.
As soon as she looks into Meganâs sparkling, hope-filled eyes, Artemis freezes. A thought, one more horrifying and familiar than any other, strikes her. Bad Dad was one thing, but what if Megan doesnât get it, it being the foundation of lies Artemis laid back when they first met? Until today, Megan had never had a reason to question the cover story Artemis threw together the day they became real friends.
What if knowing the whole truth, that not only is her best friendâs father a pretty notorious criminal, but that said best friend also lied to her face about it for so long, hurts her? Â
Sheâs had enough of hurting people today (including herself).
âActually, forget that.â Artemis turns away from Megan, lays back down, and begins to pull on the covers. âIt was definitely a go-to-sleep sigh.â
Sheâs almost there with the covers over her head and her face a few inches from the pillow, but Megan promptly rips away the comforters and says, âYou said you wanted to talk. So talk. Please.â
âI change my mind.â Artemis tries to pull the blanket back, but Meganâs grip is strong.
âArtemis,â Megan whines softly, yanking the covers so hard she pulls Artemis up into a seated position. âNo take backs. Not this time.â
Artemis wrings the edge of the blanket in her hand, tries to swallow down her panic, and stumbles over her words. âIf I tell you, you canâtâ you canât freak out, okay? Because what Cam said, itâsâ Iâve done enough freaking out over it, okay? Iâm so sorry. Justâplease donât look at me differently.â
Megan clasps both of Artemisâs hands in hers, gently untangling them from the blanket before she says, âArtemis, I look at you and I see my best friendâ no, my sister. My favorite sister, and thatâs saying something. Nothing anyone does or says is going to change that.â
Artemis bites the inside of her cheek before she softly admits, âI lied to you.â
Megan tilts her head, and Artemis takes that as a cue to continue.
âI lied a lot, to everyone. I told you my dad was living in another state and heâs a total douchebag, and thatâs so true, but I never told you the real reason we moved here. I havenât told anyone.â
âWell, why not?â Megan presses.
âBecause itâs hard,â Artemis says quickly, not giving her voice a chance to break, and she pulls her hands out of Meganâs in order to tug at the end of the blanket, âI mean, how do you even have that conversation? Hey, nice to meet you, my dadâs a high profile thief and nearly got my whole family killed because of it, isnât the weather nice today? Thatâs an icebreaker if there ever was one.â
âWell, donât stop now,â Megan says, gently nudging Artemisâs arm.
âAnd itâs not like I want it following me for the rest of my life,â Artemis continues. âMy childhood wasnât normal in the slightest and when people find out all the details, I canât get past it because thatâs all they can see. I lived in Gotham for, what, maybe three months after my dad got busted? One person figured out who we were and after that, no matter where I went, all I heard was, Poor little Artemis, her dadâs a thief. Hope the apple falls far from that tree. Better hold onto my wallet a little tighter, just in case. Or Really? Paula is that woman? Iâm surprised they didnât take those girls away from her after all of that. Or Hey, Bill, did you hear? Those Crock girls just moved in downstairs. Guess the neighborhood really is going to the dogs, isnât it? Everywhere, all the time. And those were just the adults. The kids were worse. And as much as I wish it didnât bother me, it did. Jade and I got into so much trouble telling those people to mind their freakinâ own. So my mom moved us out here, for a fresh start in a new place where we didnât have to live under a microscope.â
Artemis sighs and looks down at her hands as she continues, âWhen I met you at the park, I couldnât get over how nice it was to have a conversation where I didnât have to defend myself to a complete stranger. And Iâ I didnât want that to go away, so as soon as I got home I made Jade and my mom swear to leave our past in the past.â
And they had done just that, with an apparent ease Artemis envied greatly.
âAnd that was it. After that, it was easy. A little lie here and there wasnât going to hurt anyone. At least it wasnât supposed to.â Artemis looks up and winces. âSorry for ruining your party.â
âWoah,â Megan says, a wrinkle forming between her brows as she holds Artemisâs gaze, âyou did not ruin the party. Cameron and his groupies did that, and then he had his meltdown.â
âStill,â Artemis says, shrugging, âit was a lot. This is a lot.â
âYeah, it is,â Megan agrees with an understanding nod, âbut I get it. I mean, when we met, I gave you directions to 7/11; you didnât owe me your life story.â
This draws a laugh out of the both of them, but it burns out as quickly as it came.
Megan sighs slowly before she says, âYou know, you still donât owe me anything, right? You donât have to tell me anything else if you donât want to.â
âWhat happened to donât stop?â Artemis half-jokes through a weak smile.
âWell, we all have our secrets.â Megan shrugs and smiles back. âAlso, itâs late and I only do one big reveal a day.â
âSo,â Artemis starts slowly, âweâre good?â
Megan nods. âWe were never not good, dummy.â
Artemis smiles. âGood.â
Megan waits half a second before pouncing and giving Artemis a tight hug, a hug which she hastily returns with just as much feeling. When they release each other, Megan lies back on the bed, rolls off the side, and lands on the air mattress with a short laugh.
âHaving fun?â Artemis asks, looking over the edge of the bed.
âOodles.â
Artemis gives Megan time to get tucked in before she leans over and asks, âHey, howâd you know I went home and not to the park?â
âI have my ways,â Megan says slyly.
Artemis snorts. âYou went to the park and then came here.â
âNo,â Megan laughs, âWally told me when he came back.â
âOh.â Artemis stills in confusion. âHe went all the way back there?â
âYeah, his bike was in the shed, and he tried to help clean up but I sent him home.â
âHm,â Artemis murmurs before posing a question as nonchalantly as she can (which is to say not at all), âdoes he seem different to you?â
âDifferent how?â Megan asks, rising to her elbows.
âI dunno. Different. Like, less.. Wally?â Artemis says his name like it means something, and thatâs not even her first mistake.
âOhhhh,â Megan gasps, quickly dropping back into the mattress and hiding her traitorous grin behind her hands, âyou do like him.â
Even in the dark, Meganâs brown eyes sparkle with uncontained glee, and Artemis is torn between hiding under her pillow or tossing it in her so-called-friendâs face.
âI do notâ Wait, what do you mean do?â
âWell, Iâve had my suspicions butââ
âSuspicions from where?â Artemisâs voice cracks.
âUm, everywhere? You two were looking pret-ty close at my party.â
Artemis flops back into her bed, looks to the stars, and asks, âHowâd you see that past Connerâs steely blue eyes?â
Megan presses on, unfazed. âAnd he walked you home.â
âHe walked behind me, in the same direction. It was totally separate walking,â Artemis clarifies.
âYou did talk a lot over the summer.â
âI talked to the mailman a lot, too,â Artemis says snarkily, leaning over the edge of the bed again. âDoesnât mean I want to bone him.â
Itâs the wrong thing to say; Artemis knows this the moment it leaves her mouth.
âOh my god, you want to bone Wally.â
âWhat?â Artemis shrieks. âI didnât say that!â
âYou sound ready to smother me so I know Iâm right. Aw, Artemis,â Megan presses her hands against her cheeks to soften her grin, âtell me Iâm right. I want to be right so bad. This nightâs been such a mess; let me have this.â
âShut up,â Artemis whines, rising and turning in bed to face the window. âArenât you tired yet, Grandma?â
Megan props herself up, grinning from ear to ear. âI wonât be until you admit that you like him. Seriously, you two would be so cute together.â
Artemis feigns shutting her eyes and clips, âSleep. Please.â To her surprise, this seems to do the trick, as there isnât any immediate reply. Artemis settles into her bed and tries to follow her own orders, but curiosity and anxiety get the best of her only a minute later, and she makes the mistake of peering over the bed to see if Megan is still awake, which, obviously, she is.
The redhead quirks her eyebrow and holds Artemisâs gaze for a moment, as if determined to pry the truth out of her this very instant. Itâs a good staring game, and she almost wins, but Artemis has had too much practice at this with Jade (even if sheâs rarely won) and eventually, Megan flops back down to the air mattress with a dramatic sigh.
After a while, Artemis adds, âEven if I did like himâand Iâm not saying I doâ but if I did, I just couldnât, you know?â
Megan doesnât hesitate. âCouldnât bone him?â
âNoâ Godâ Your mom is right. Iâve been a terrible influence on you. I justââ Artemis exhales loudly and flips onto her back as the words do backflips in her brain. âI donât even know where to start.â
âThe beginning, maybe?â Megan suggests before laughing shortly. âRemember when you threw an apple core at his head in middle school?â
Artemis snorts fondly. âI got lunch detention for it, so yeah.â
âYouâve come so far. Iâm so proud,â says Megan, as she wipes a fake tear from her cheek.
âItâs so weird. I still canât believe it. I donât even know what happened. He has the nerve to stop being such a geek all the time and actually be nice and his hair freaking wooshes every chance it gets and itâs like, who the fuck gave Wally West permission to get hot? I have some choice words for them.â
âI think the words youâre looking for are âthankâ and âyouâ,â Megan giggles.
âAnd my words for you are âshutâ and âupâ.â
âWell, I canât help it,â Megan huffs goodnaturedly. âYouâre never like this about a guy. I have to get my teasing in while I can. You tease me about Conner all the time. Itâs only fair.â
âSo this is, what, karma?â
âJustice,â Megan answers. âYou have to tell him. Oh, oh, can I please be there? Not there there, obviously, but youâll tell me when you tell him, right?â
âYouâll be the first to know,â Artemis says flatly. She rolls on her side and turns her face into the pillow, so the words she says next are only loud enough for herself to hear.
âHave fun waiting forever.â
-o-
For all the doomsday prepping theyâve done in the dead of night at countless sleepovers in the past, Artemis and Megan have no intricate survival strategy ready for what awaits them within the walls of Happy Harbor High on Monday morning.
Artemis takes it as a true sign of the end of times when they walk into Carrâs class and the room goes silent. She lingers in the doorway to watch her classmates avoid her eyes. Megan gently guides (pushes) her into the room just as the second bell rings. They sit in their usual seats and the chatter that usually fills the room before Carr snaps his fingers to start the day is noticeably absent.
Perfect, Artemis thinks, holding her pencil so tightly itâs a miracle it doesnât snap in half. The tip doesnât hold up half as well, as it breaks as soon as she presses it against her notebook.
The rest of the day is full of the same stares and whispers, and had there been any other reason for people to be talking about her, Artemis would have been just fine, and Megan (and by extension Conner) would not be sticking to her like glue whenever possible despite her (quite vocal) protests. Theyâre part bulldozers, part brick walls; no one gets through to Artemis without their approval. And as much as Artemis would love for things to be a little more normal, she appreciates their enthusiasm.
Come lunch, she almost feels like a celebrity.
Megan keeps the conversation at the lunch table strictly about the party and the upcoming dance and Artemis could not be more grateful. Apparently, Meganâs party had been filled to the brim with dramatic moments even before Cameron showed up. Halfway through Betteâs story about catching some freshmen in a coat closet, Artemis loses interest and rests her head on her folded arms on the table. From her position at the edge of the table, she can see most of the quad, including the table where Wally and his friends usually congregate.
Artemis taps her feet against the ground as she contemplates her next move and watches Wally furiously write something at his table. She already knows itâs the history packet thatâs due next period, but thereâs a voice egging her on in her head (the one that sounds suspiciously like Megan) saying, Go tell him.
âHurry, lunch is almost over. I want to watch,â Megan whispers into her ear, a little louder.
Artemis raises her head and gives Megan a withering look. Megan just smiles back.
âAbsolutely not,â Artemis says, turning back to look at Wally.
âPlease,â Megan quietly begs.
âNope.â
Artemis watches Wally flip the pages of his homework back and forth and back and forth before he places his pencil and highlighter down and smiles victoriously to himself. It is only by chance that when he glances up he catches her staring. The smile slips off of his face faster than she can look away, so sheâs forced to watch his expression flatline before he quickly looks away. Ouch.
âI am goingââArtemis abruptly addresses half of the table as she stands and picks up her backpackââto the bathroom.â
âBoo,â Megan says next to her, pouting childishly as she starts to pick up her own backpack.
Artemis shakes her head and starts walking. âNo entourage. I think I can handle this myself. Iâll see you guys in the locker room later.â
A chorus of âlaterâs send her off before they return to their regularly scheduled post-party debrief. Artemis can feel Meganâs disappointed gaze on her back as she walks out of the quad towards the classrooms. As much as sheâd love to rip the bandaid off and get out of the limbo of not knowing, Artemis knows that confessing in the middle of the quad in front of half of the cross country team is not ideal. Things like this need to be done more discreetly. Megan will have to hear what happens secondhand.
Artemis walks straight past the bathrooms and enters Ms. Lanceâs classroom with one thought in mind:
Todayâs the day.
-o-
Wally walks into history class just before the late bell rings and sits down behind her without giving her a single glance.
The note folded up underneath Artemisâs hand is covered in shitty eraser marks and more than a few scribbles, but itâs sincere and thatâs really all she has to offer. A series of what ifs creep into her mind as she prepares to pass it back when Ms. Lance tells them to pass up their homework. What if sheâs wrong? What if it sounds too weird? What if the everything Megan had been talking about had been something else entirely?
As Ms. Lance sets up the documentary they're scheduled to watch on the projector, Artemis unfolds her note and reads it three times. As soon as she reads the last line for the last time, she panics, crumbles the note up, and stuffs it into her backpack.
This is so stupid, she yells internally.
After Ms. Lance passes each row a question sheet to go along with the documentary, Artemis peels a sticky note out of her binder, scribbles a quick Thanks for walking me home. I owe you one. -A on it, and posts it on Wallyâs question sheet before she passes the paper to him.
She spends the rest of class waiting for a note that never comes.
No matter how many times the opportunity arises for him to successfully pass a message along, not one piece of paper with even a short No problem written on it makes it to her. Each passing moment makes Artemis more nervous. Her pencil taps against her desk in time with her foot tapping against the floor. She manages to fill in most of the question sheet even as her focus keeps flipping from the material on the screen to the figurative radio silence from the boy behind her.
It feels like an eternity before Ms. Lance turns on the lights and the bell rings. People turn in their papers to her as they file out of the room.
Artemis is the last to hand in her question sheet and she walks out of the room in a slight daze, wondering how on Earth she just got ghosted in person.
-o-
Thereâs something soothingly satisfying about the sound Artemisâs arrow makes when it hits the center of a practice target. Itâs too bad she hasnât been able to hit one all goddamn day.
Artemisâs eyes flit from her target to the tarp roof and walls of their temporary shooting range. Maybe itâs the new range thatâs getting to her. She just needs time to adjust. Thatâs all it is.
To her left, Roy releases an arrow and Artemis watches it fly straight into the center of the practice target.
âMoney,â Roy fake-whispers to himself, as he oh-so-unfortunately often does.
After making a mental note to see if Jade knows about that, Artemis takes a deep breath and roughly releases it through her nose.
Just one damn shot, she thinks, setting her shoulders back and narrowing her gaze at the target. Please.
But the tension in her shoulders, bruises on her knuckles, and mess in her mind keep Artemis from landing a single, spot-on shot and it sucks.
A bunch of teens talking about her is one thing, but that doesnât bother her has as much as Wally completely blowing her off. Maybe âMaybeâ wasnât a good mindset to hold onto after all. She should have been more realistic. Wally probably searched âWho is Crusher Crockâ over the weekend and decided she was more trouble than she was worth. Artemis sighs heavily as another arrow hits the dirt underneath the target.
There has to be a better explanation than that. Maybe he feels bad for her and doesnât know how to treat her anymore. The look of pity he gave her back at the party flashes through her mind just as she releases another arrow. This one hits the top of the tarp and falls to the ground at the end of her lane.
âOkay, enough,â Roy says, quickly stepping forward to stop her from yanking another arrow out of their shared bucket.
âWhat gives?â Artemis asks with a huff, holding her bow closer to her before he can take that too.
âI wasnât going to say anything, but since youâre out here shooting worse than that human disaster,â Roy jerks his thumb towards where Coach Queen is currently confiscating the bow from Lori Lemarisâs panicked hands, âI feel like I have a moral obligation to make sure you donât hurt somebody.â
Artemis blows a piece of loose hair away from her face and sardonically asks, âHavenât you heard? I already have. Youâre a little late.â
Roy scoffs. âOf course Iâve heard. Even if Jade hadnât filled me in, the whole school has been talking about it all dayâ and you want to know what I think?â
âNot really,â Artemis deadpans.
âYou shouldâve kicked him,â Roy continues, pretending not to hear her. âWhy the hell are you risking your hand when we have a qualifier next week? With Lori on deck, we need all the points we can get.â
âAw, Roy, I didnât know you cared,â Artemis says, rolling her eyes as she takes a seat on a bench near the edge of the shooting range and pretends to pick away invisible fibers from her bowstring.
Roy takes her lead and sits down beside her, but before he can say a word, Artemis silences him with her sharp eyes.
âYouâre in a good mood,â she says accusingly, pointing the tip of her bow towards him.
âIt happens,â Roy says flippantly, using a finger to push the bow away from him.
Artemis warily asks, âIs this a Jade thing?â
âI thought you said we were done talking about Jade,â Roy retorts, picking up a water bottle from underneath the bench.
âIt is, isnât it?â
âIt is not a Jade thing, or an any thing. Who are you? The mood police?â
âNo, itâs just that Jade was weirdly nice at breakfast this morning and that usually means one of two things. She won a fight or she gotââ
âO-kay,â Roy interrupts her quickly, harmlessly thwacking Artemisâs arm with his nearly empty water bottle, âno more talking about Jade. If you want to talk, letâs talk about whatâs turning your shots to shit.â
âThatâs personal. We donât go there,â Artemis reminds him.
Roy shakes his head. âOh, trust me, Iâve been there longer than you think.â
âWait, what?â Artemis asks, turning to face Roy fully. âYou already knew? About my dad?â
âWell, yeah,â Roy says, shrugging. âAfter I found out you and Jade were sisters, I had some questions and, surprisingly enough, Jade gave me more answers than I expected.â
Artemis waits a few seconds before she asks, âAnd?â
Roy rolls his eyes at her. âAnd what? Sheâs my girlfriend and youâre the little blackmailer who keeps trying to break my records. It is what it is.â
âYeah.â Artemis nods slowly, appreciating Roy's indifference.
âI canât believe she just up and told you,â she admits after a moment, a bit miffed that Jade would spill the beans so easily.
Roy sucks his teeth before he says, âOh, donât bring this up with her. She said if I ever told you she told me, sheâd tell Dinah we let Sin watch The Bride of Chucky.â
âYou did?â
âOf course not, but Jade would still tell her that.â
Artemis wrinkles her nose. âUgh, why do you like her again?â
âWell,â Royâs brow creases for a moment before he shrugs and says, âI donât know. She gets me? Also, I think if I didnât love her, Iâd probably hate her.â
âThatâs kind of fucked up,â Artemis says dryly.
âThatâs life sometimes,â Roy says, clapping his hand against the bench and nodding towards the stadium bleachers in the distance. âI meant what I said about taking it easy on that hand. You need to let off some steam, constructively, and since youâre banned from using any more projectiles for todayâ hey, itâs for the greater goodâ you can go run. Iâll tell Oliver youâre conditioning.â
âAye, aye, captain,â Artemis says, smartly saluting him as she rises from the bench.
Roy raises his hand for her to stop. âHold up. One request. Can we go back to doing that thing where I pretend not to care and you pretend to hate my guts? This was nice and all, but I have a reputation to uphold.â A small grin edges its way up his lips.
Artemis waves him off as she picks up her backpack and sports bag on her way out of the shooting range. âYeah, yeah, whatever, you big softie.â
âGet out of here, Blondie,â he calls out after her.
âStuff it, Archie.â
Artemis jogs all the way to the stadium bleachers with her backpack and sports bag in hand. She drops them at the bottom of the bleachers before she picks a set of stairs and starts running. With each step, her mind goes over the gameplan to solve The Wally Problem (this in addition to her usual bleacher mantra of âDonât trip, donât trip, donât tripâ).
She comes to the conclusion that living between knowing and not knowing is no way to live. She shouldâve just given him the original note in history and been done with it. Her cards would be on the table, plain as day, and if things went wrong, sheâd get over it (though sheâd really like it if things went right this time). Anything is better than being ignored (and if he is going to ignore her, he could at least have the decency to give her a reason why).
Halfway through her set, she decides to trash the note in her backpack and just talk to him face-to-face. No more hiding behind pieces of paper. While it would be a hell of a lot easier to write it out and chuck it in his general direction, she knows this needs to be done a certain way. She is going to tell him about her Big Feelings, and he is going to listen.
Artemis spends the rest of her run thinking of ways to talk about said feelings without sounding like a complete weirdo. It takes a concerningly long amount of time for her to settle on something, and her aching feet and burning lungs thank her when she reaches the bottom stair. She plucks her water bottle out of her bag before climbing back up at a walk to cool down.
A few rows from the top, she stops, lies down on her back on the bleacher, and laments not wearing a hat before flipping over onto her stomach. Through the gaps between the rows, she spots a small pile of backpacks surrounding one of the support beams. The collection remains undisturbed for only a while, though, as two familiar figuresâ one raven haired and the other redâ jog into view. What kind of luck.
âJay really ran us ragged out there today,â Wally says, taking a seat on the grass near the backpacks and stretching out his legs. âBecome one with my feet, my shoes have.â
âAt least you didnât have to deal with Tommy trying to tackle you halfway across the field,â Conner says, sitting beside Wally and rolling his shoulders back. âIâm telling you, if Artemis hadnât already met our violence quota...â
âYeah, I know what you mean. You saw what went on with their freakinâ leader in Crossâ class.â Wally snorts. âChucking my backpack at his head wouldâve been worth the detention, by the way.â
Conner shakes his head and pulls his backpack closer to himself. âThat was my backpack and no, it wouldnât have been. They really donât know when to quit, do they? Iâd bet an entire pizza they were the ones who put tuna in Kaldurâs locker this morning.â
Artemis narrows her eyes and adds that bit of information to her list of Things Deserving of Retribution.
âDefinitely,â Wally agrees pensively, and thereâs a slight pause before he moans. âDude, weâve talked about this. No more food talk right after practice. Itâs painful. Plus, I canât believe youâd risk a whole pizza. Go half, at most. If you bet half of a whole pizza and lose, you still have the other half.â
âWhat if youâre buying by the slice?â Conner asks, pulling a water bottle out of his backpack.
âThat wasnât what you said.â
âBut what if?â
âFine,â Wally relents. âIf youâre buying by the slice, then you must not be confident in whatever it is youâre betting on. At that point, you shouldnât even make the bet. Go big or go home.â
âHm... Speaking of going big,â Conner segues, rubbing the back of his neck, âMegan asked me to ask her to the dance by the end of the week.â
Artemis, intrigued, dares to peek further and get a better look through the stands. Megan had told her sheâd been dropping hints, but since the girl is about as subtle as an Independence Day fireworks show, Artemis doesnât doubt Megan said something to that effect.
Wally winces, not totally sympathetic but definitely trying to be. âOof, tight deadline this time around, dude. She gave you a month for the Swing Dance last year.â
âYeah, and I think she wants it to be some sort ofâ I donât know,ââConner waves his hand in the airââgrand gesture? She made it seem like it should be a big deal.â
âOh, it has to be a big deal. Itâs Homecoming, not Spring Fling,â Wally explains matter-of-factly, pointing the end of his sports drink at Conner.
Conner sighs, and Artemis can practically feel him rolling his eyes as he says, âItâs going to be just like the last one.â
âYou know, this kind of attitude is exactly why Megs has to give you a timeline,â Wally says, raising an accusatory brow at his friend as he takes a sip of his sports drink.
Artemis takes her own swig to that. Â
Conner bristles. âYeah, well, what about you? Have you asked Artemis yet?â
What?
Artemis nearly chokes on the last of her water and stiffens to stay hidden on the bleacher as she muffles her coughs. Luckily, Wally is too busy choking on his own drink to notice her.
âWhat?â Wally asks once the worst of the fit subsides, voicing Artemisâs own train of thought (though her What sounds more like a flatlining heart monitor).
âDonât be so dramatic,â Conner says, giving the still-coughing Wally a hard pat on the back for good measure.
Wally takes a long, dramatic breath before he says, âI am not dramatic. You just surprised me. What makes you think I want to ask Artemis to the dance?â
Thereâs a sinking feeling in her stomach, one strangely opposite to what sheâs become used to feeling when he says her name. Itâs different this time, as if asking her of all people to the dance would be as terrible an idea as asking Medusa to be your optometrist.
âUm,â Conner starts with an air of sarcasm, âI donât know, maybe itâs the everything about you two.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â Wally laughs him off.
Conner doesnât buy it. âSure, you donât.â
âLook, after everything that happened this weekend...â Wally trails off, shaking his head. âI justâ I donâtââ
âIf youâre that scared, ask her to go just as friends,â Conner advises (with an air of authority Artemis is pretty sure he doesnât have on this matter).
Or, you know, he could just talk to her, Artemis thinks, hanging on every word.
âUgh, dude, you donât get it,â Wally says after a moment, and he continues with all the certainty in the world, âI donât want to be her friend.â
Artemis, de-statuified, flinches hard enough to send her now-empty water bottle careening off the side of the bleacher bench and straight through the gap right above Wally. The plastic cracks against the top of his head and he yelps in pain.
Conner, quite dexterously, catches the bottle mid-air, looks up, and regrets (if the curse he mouths is any indication).
âWhat the heck?â Wally asks, one hand on his head.
He tilts his head upwards and scans the stands above him, and Artemis pinpoints the moment he realizes exactly who she is.
âWhoops,â she says flatly, loudly, as she fights the urge to take off her shoe and drop it down, too, because the bottle couldnât have hurt Wally as much as his words hurt her, which she would personally liken to a Buffy-style stake to the heart (talk about flatlining). It was one thing for her to think he might feel that way, but to actually hear him say the words sends all of her plans straight into the garbage.
âArtemis?â Wally asks with a gasp, still rubbing at the spot the bottle hit his head. âHeyâIââ
Artemis doesnât bother listening, not that sheâs able to hear him as she makes her way down the bleachers at a record pace with thundering steps and remarkable grace. She plucks her backpack out from under the bottom row of seats, puts it on, and makes a beeline for her bike in the parking lot at the other end of the stadium. The signs and posters about the upcoming dance and class elections tied to the fences blur as she she rushes away, and her feet slam against the pavement, filled with every pushed down emotion she refuses to set free.
Not here. Not here.
Her theory had been wrong. Knowing was worse than not knowing. Knowing unleashed a whole new flood of questions.
What had she been thinking? Had Wally played her, or had she played herself? Had it been the fucking woosh, putting thoughts into her head, making her see things that were obviously not there? If only it was that easy.
But what if it had been there? What if everything had been real and good until the party? What if Wally couldnât just say âIt is what it isâ like Roy did and that be that? That thought alone makes her walk faster. He couldnât handle it. That was it. She doesnât even has to ask why because he said it himself.
After everything that happened...
She passes the shooting range, narrowly avoids bumping into Roy, and doesnât look back when he calls out her name. For a split second, she thinks he calls her again, but upon closer listening, she hears that itâs another person calling out her name (and itâs a bit dangerous for him to do so considering she wants to put Jade and Royâs advice to use and punt him across the football field for making her feel this way).
By the time she reaches the bike racks in the parking lot, Artemis decides sheâs had enough for one day. She makes a run for her bike and rushes to unlock it from the rack, but when she moves to pull it out, the front tire detaches from the frame.
âWhat the fuck?!â Artemis shouts, her eyes blazing as she holds up her bike frame. âWho the fuckââ
Stupid question.
Artemis grits her teeth as she picks up her detached and undeniably flat tire. âGo to fucking hell, Cam.â
She quickly scans the ground for the missing pieces of her bike, but her chances of finding them are slim to none, considering Cameron probably took them and Wallyâs getting closer. With her options limited, Artemis carries her bike frame in one hand and her tire in the other and starts walking.
âArtemis, hold on!â
âGo away! You walk me home, you act like my friend, and what?â The bite in her words increases even as her voice breaks. âYou didnât talk to me all day and now you have something to say?â
Artemis swings around, placing half of her bike between them. For a moment his face lights up with hope, but then he looks her in the eye and that quickly changes. Jadeâs words flash through her mind and slip through her lips with a venom just as Jade.
âYou know what?â she asks slowly, inconcealable anguish dulling the edges of her words. âIâve heard enough. Iâm done. Whatever problem you have with me, itâs your problem. Not mine. You donât want to be friends? Thatâs your loss, Wallman. If I needed friends like you, Iâd go hang out with the jerk who did this.â She raises the wheel in her hand and uses it to (rather restrainedly) push Wally further away.
Wally cringes and holds a piece of the tire as he quickly says, âLook, Artemis, thatâs not what Iââ
The screeching of brakes overpowers Wallyâs words.
Artemis never thought sheâd see salvation in the form of Royâs ancient pickup truck waiting at the curb, but there it is.
âAre you bothering her, Wally?â Roy asks, as he steps out of the truck with a menacing glare on his face. He glances at Artemisâs broken bike, and his glare gets worse. âDid he do that?â
âWhat? No!â Wally shouts, frustratedly releasing the tire and taking a step back.
âThis,â Artemis says, slightly lifting up her bike frame, âwas Cameron and his stupid friends.â
âYeah, Roy,â Wally interjects crossly. âWhy on Earth would you think Iâd doââ
âThat,â Artemis interrupts, nodding her head towards Wally, âis really bothering me.â
Roy nods his head a few times before taking hold of the bike frame.
âYou, get in the truck,â he says to Artemis, âIâll put this in the back and drive you home.â Then he turns to Wally. âYou, leave her alone.â
Artemis wastes no time sliding into the truckâs passenger seat. She places her tire at her feet and puts her backpack and bag over it. Through the rear view mirror, Artemis watches Roy load her bike into the bed of the truck and tell Wally to scram (at least, thatâs what it looks like. Reading lips in a mirror is hard, okay?).
âWhat a freakinâ day,â Artemis mutters to herself as she tries to calm down.
Roy doesnât say a word when he enters the truck, buckles his seatbelt, and pulls out of the parking lot going well above the 15 miles per hour speed limit. Artemis watches Wally disappear in the side view mirror and itâs then, when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, that she realizes sheâs crying. She swipes the few tear tracks on her face out of existence with the back of her hand and wonders just how long sheâs been doing that.
âGlove compartment, left side,â Roy instructs her, not taking his eyes off the road.
Artemis opens the compartment in front of her and pulls out a small packet of tissues.
âThanks,â Artemis says, and she knows Roy knows itâs for more than just the tissues.
âNo biggie,â Roy says nonchalantly. âI owed you one.â
He turns up the radio and the hits of the 2000s drown out the sound of her sniffling. The eight minute drive to her house gives Artemisâs just enough time to pull herself together before she sees her mother. When Roy slows to a stop in front of her house, Artemis gathers her bags, tire, and used tissues and gets out of the truck.
âLeave the tire.â Roy sticks his arm out of the open driverâs side window and plucks the tire from her hands. âOliver and I will put your bike back together this weekend. Do you need rides until then?â
âI- uh- thanks, Roy,â Artemis says, slowly walking backwards towards her front door. âIâll catch a ride with Conner, though, he lives just down the street. You donât have to go out of your way.â
âAlright, then,â Roy says, nodding. âLet me know if you change your mind.â
Artemis nods gratefully as Roy closes his window and pulls out into the street to make a U-turn. When heâs out of sight, she unlocks the front door and rushes inside. She makes it about three steps in before her mother looks over from the couch and stops her.
âArtemis,â Paula says, surprised, âyouâre home early.â
âI have a lot of homework,â Artemis says quickly, avoiding her motherâs eyes as she slowly walks towards her room. âSuper important project. Gotta get it done.â
Paula smiles and nods. âThereâs chicken and rice in the kitchen if youâre hungry, but donât take it to your room.â
âThanks, Mom. Iâll eat later,â Artemis says, sending her mother a small smile before booking it to her bedroom.
Artemis closes the door to her room behind her and immediately tosses her bag and backpack to the floor. The thin smile she'd given her mother crumbles into a pained grimace as she balls her fists and mentally screams. A new flood of tears blurs her vision and this time she doesnât bother trying to stop them from falling.
Why did I do this? What was I thinking? Stupid freaking boys and their stupid freaking stupid heads.
She crouches down, opens her backpack, and pulls out the crumpled up note she never passed during history class. She crumples it up some more for good measure before tossing it into the trash can in the corner of the room. It feels really good.
So why stop there?
Artemis reaches deep underneath her bed and pulls her shoebox full of letters into the light. Just looking at the pile of envelopes sends waves of frustration through her bones. She pulls out a thick stack from the box and nearly tears them all in half, but she stops herself just before the edges can rip.
âFuckâ nope, what am I doing?â she says, huffing before she throws the letters back into the box and runs her hands over her face. âGet a grip.â
Sitting on the floor crying in the middle of her room over a boy. What a way to spend the afternoon. Artemis kicks the shoebox away from her. It topples over, spins out, and sends envelopes sliding across the floor. Perfect.
Her cell phone buzzes from inside the front pocket of her backpack, and she doesnât have to look to know itâs Megan (the Kim Possible theme song vibration pattern is telling enough).
This doesnât feel right, Artemis thinks to herself, staring at the mess of envelopes in front of her. Her phone keeps buzzing.
Each envelope holds a letter and each letter contains a mixture of digs, jokes, and the occasional sentiment. It isnât until she sees them scattered on the ground that Artemis realizes that the reason she canât just tear them to shreds is because they mean something to her. They mean a summerâs worth of waiting for the mailman, a book of stamps, and a friendship she canât just throw away, no matter how upset she is. Maybe itâs easy enough for Wally to say he doesnât want to be her friend, but the pile of letters he wrote make it hard for her to just sit down and accept that.
So she wonât. Not like this, sniffling on her bedroom floor. Nope.
Artemis rises and takes a seat on her bed. She takes a deep breath, wipes away the traces of her tears, and decides to return to Plan A.
In the next minute, she gathers all the envelopes, shoves them into the shoebox, walks towards the door, and ignores her still-buzzing phone.
Sorry, Megan, youâre going to have to wait.
Artemis has her hand on the doorknob when a rapid rapping at her window turns her around.
Or not.
âHowâd she get here so fast?â Artemis mutters to herself, moving across the room to the window. âIâm coming.â
She sets the box of letters on her bed before she pulls back the curtain and freezes.
The wrong redhead stands before her, flushed and jumpy, holding a piece of paper against the window. Artemis skims the top lineâ
Your mom wouldnât let me in so youâre going to have to read this.
â and immediately drops the curtain closed.
Artemis looks back at her backpack, where her phone is still ringing, and thinks she probably should have answered that.
Wally knocks at the window again.
Oh, fuck it.
Artemis exhales softly, shoves open the curtain, and lifts the window up in one motion.
âThe window opens, dumbass.â

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I have an idea for a mascot horror game, but no game dev experience.
I DO have a ton of writing experience though. So I guess it's gonna be a mascot horror, uh, online novel. With illustrations. And maybe notes at the end describing possible mechanics and shit if it was a game.
Whiskey - Thistle in the Weeds
Non-Binary (they/them) - 86 moons - Pansexual - Taken
Massive and impassive, Whiskey is hardly the picture of friendliness. They have the blood of numerous cats on their claws, and show no signs of slowing down. They were raised in the tough life of a feral gang of cats, and after the untimely death of all of their family, has sworn revenge on the cat responsible. Through their partner Alexander (who they love just as much as they loathe), they have gained another group of enemies in the Swamp Clan Cats. They will not rest until both the Clan and Klaus' gang are wiped out.
Personality
stoic, unpredictable, cold, driven, combat-oriented, scrappy, loyal
More than once in their lifetime, Whiskey has been likened to a mountain. Not just in stature, but in expression. The large tabby takes inexpressiveness to a whole new level, a look of resting neutrality often all that dawns their face. Itâs not just that, theyâre as cold as a mountainâs peak, too. Where anger may make others hot and fiery, Whiskey simply simmers, rarely raising their voice and instead looking down on those who would lose their cool over something as simple as words. Their words can be frigid, and one might catch frostbite by wounds inflicted by his claws. Of course, no one is simply one thing at all times. Whiskeyâs anger can be unpredictable if pushed to the edge. It doesnât happen often, but sometimes that coldness in them shifts into that cold feeling just before youâre burnt alive, before your body can process the extreme temperature itâs facing. Whiskey can explode if their limit is found, and if youâre on the wrong side of such an event, watch out. Youâll be lucky to escape with your life. If Whiskey wants you dead, oftentimes you donât make it off the block before theyâve found you. Luckily, their attention seems to be currently occupied⌠though for how long thatâll last is another unpredictability. Whiskey is incredibly combat oriented. They leave the talking to Alexander, and instead prefers their actions speak for them. Talking never does them any good, anyway - their meaning never manages to come across well in their tone. No â Whiskey would sooner have you bloodied on the ground than a posturing of wits and words. Theyâre incredibly scrappy in a fight, too, relying on many different styles and varying levels of ânobilityâ in their strikes. Whiskey isnât afraid to use an underhanded tactic or two to make sure their point is made, and their opponent wonât be able or willing to make the mistake of attacking them twice. Much like their partner, Whiskey is seeking revenge for a perceived wrongdoing. While they themself have no real issue with the Clans, Klaus and his gang is high on Whiskeyâs hit list. Their need for vengeance doesnât quite blind them, but Whiskey tends to be more likely to run hot-tempered when Klausâs bloodline is in their sights. When their group was disbanded due to the claws of Elias, Whiskey vowed theyâd see the end of that particular branch of the family tree, something they still intend on seeing out. While you might not think it, Whiskey tends to be quite loyal after youâve gotten them on your side. It takes a lot to get to that point, donât get me wrong, but once youâve managed to worm your way into their stony heart, you have an attack dog on retainer. There arenât many on the list, but Whiskey does have cats theyâre willing to die for, Alexander and Gem among them. And if you hurt them⌠Well. You better start running.
Family
Father - Pascal - Deceased Mother - Anila - Deceased Twin Brother - Rye - Deceased
Partner - Alexander - Played by Uchuuji Daughter - Gem - Played by Rumor
Timeline
0 MOONS: Born to Anila and Pascal alongside a twin brother. Pascal, leader of a gang of cats taking residence in the city, welcomes this fortune and claims that they will be strong additions to their ranks.
2 MOONS: The twins are often together more by circumstance than by choice. Theyâre difficult to distinguish, and cats take to calling the two of them âWhiskey ân Ryeâ. Whiskey hates this, mourning the loss of individuality.
4 MOONS: Combat training begins with a boom, the two of them thrown into relatively simple scraps and told to figure it out. Whiskey excels, while Rye begins to fall behind. A bitter rivalry begins to form between them.
7 MOONS: The rivalry is only made worse when Pascal begins favouring Whiskey to Rye, noticing the formerâs progression. Whiskey preens at the praise and attention from their father, while Rye simmers and gets in more fights to prove that he can be strong too.
8 MOONS: Whiskey and Rye begin getting into physical fights - often caused by Rye baiting Whiskey to attack. While the injuries are never severe, there are injuries, and itâs enough for them to be separated. Whiskey celebrates this as a reward, and they begin to see their brother less.
11 MOONS: As Pascal attempts to expand the borders of their gangâs turf, it brings them into conflict with a few other gangs of cats. The most notable being Eliasâ gang. Suddenly, there are a lot more battles and skirmishes taking place within the city, and Whiskey proves their usefulness with their inability to back down, even after receiving injury after injury. They claim they donât feel the pain when questioned.
13 MOONS: By pure (bad) luck, Whiskey and Rye are patrolling the same area of territory when theyâre ambushed by some of Eliasâ cats. Whiskey dispatches their attackers easily, but not before Rye is severely wounded. Whiskey, seeing this as an opportunity, slits Ryeâs throat, claiming that theyâre putting him out of his misery. The gang is heartbroken when they return home, and Pascal vows revenge on Elias.
17 MOONS: With both gangs growing and expanding, more careful planning is put into place among Pascalâs cats. He refuses to lose any of his own offspring, and promises to do the same for his gangâs members. Whiskey, who cares little for anything except for the praise from their father, soaks this mindset in. Itâs Eliasâ fault that they are losing cats. So Elias must be dealt with.
25 MOONS: Pascal loses his sister during another battle with Eliasâ cats. This seems to be the last straw, and Pascal appoints Whiskey as his chief executor, directing them to kill any of Eliasâ cats they come across as they expand their borders.
28 MOONS: Intending on claiming the park, Whiskey takes two other cats from their gang and sets out. When they arrive, itâs apparent that Elias posted guards on the park, but that is of little consequence to Whiskey, and the two groups engage in battle. Itâs hardly much of one, though. Whiskey leaves the larger of their companions to deal with the larger of these two (Klaus), while they aid the smaller of their own cats to take out the other (Challe). Itâs not long, though, before Klaus puts himself in between Whiskey and his brother. However, the battle is hardly much of one. The attack that had been intended for Challe instead scores Klausâ pelt, and Whiskey dispatches the larger cat easily, pressing his skull into the pavement before turning on Challe. The other cat theyâd brought similarly wounds the smaller brother, but he manages to slip from their grasp and pelt away. Whiskey wants to follow, but their companion insists they return to Pascal⌠so they begrudgingly agree.
30-39 MOONS: Things continue like this between the groups for a while. The two cats that Whiskey had taken to claim the park are found dead, making Whiskey realize that their job wasnât as finished as theyâd thought. They keep an eye out for one of the two cats, but never come across them.
40 MOONS: Everything comes to a head, and Eliasâ group fully clashes with Pascalâs group for the final time. It seems that Pascal had underestimated the size of Eliasâ gang, and Whiskeyâs group is very quickly overwhelmed by sheer number. Cats begin falling like flies, and Whiskey takes the brunt of an attack from a cat almost twice his size. Moments before heâs knocked unconscious, they see the pelt of a cat theyâre sure they killed and realizes that Klaus is Eliasâ son. They canât process much more of the information before the entire world goes black.
When they awaken, their entire family is dead. It seems that theyâd been thought to be the same - unsurprising with the amount of blood covering their body from wounds they canât feel. Whiskey turns faces and closes eyes of cats theyâve known for their entire life. When they get to their father⌠they vow that they will be the wrecking ball that takes out Elias and the rest of his bloodline.
43 MOONS: They wander for a long time, unsure of what their place is, now. Theyâd only ever followed commands given to them, taken out threats and defended Pascalâs land. Now though⌠now itâs just them, and theyâre uncertain. Itâs maybe fate, or maybe just rotten luck, that they happen upon a cat getting the shit beat out of him by a large group of cats. Likening it to the way their gang was outnumbered, Whiskey sees red and erupts into the group, defending this stranger and fighting off the cats who stink of swamp and garbage.
Neither of them tell the story the same way - but one thing they both remember clearly is how, when the last of those Clan cats were gone, Alexander smiled up at Whiskey and Whiskey, despite themself, stayed.
44 - 80 MOONS: Whiskey isnât sure why they stick around with Alexander. The two of them fight constantly, diametrically opposed in most ways. Alexander enjoys poking and prodding, seeing how far he can go until Whiskey snaps. And Whiskey is not above using force and their size advantage to cow Alexander until he stops. More than once, after a verbal fight has turned to a physical spar, Alexander leaves and vows never to return. And, every time, Alexander returns, and Whiskey welcomes him back.
Despite their differences, Whiskey isnât too big to admit that they work well together. Alexander has the charm and social graces that Whiskey lacks. Whiskey can back up any threat made with muscle - even though Alexander can hold his own, itâs clear that Whiskey is brawnier than he is.
They both, also, had a directive. Whiskey intended on ending Klausâ bloodline, one way or another, and Alexander wanted to pay revenge to the Clan cats who had wiped out his own group of cats. Whiskey could respect that, and so long as his own goal wasnât pushed away for the rest of his life, he saw no harm in helping Alexander take vengeance for the destruction of his family.
The thing is⌠Whiskey had never. Liked. A cat. It was difficult for them to identify such a feeling - all they'd ever had to do was focus on being the best, so they remained in their fatherâs sights and continued receiving praise. Now that need is gone. They had met cats during their stint of time alone, sure, but there had never been. Love. There had been passion, sure whatever, but theyâd never really wanted to stick around.
And, similarly, it takes a long time for that warm feeling to bubble up in their chest regarding Alexander, too. But bubble up it does. Alexander stops being just a partner, and becomes someone that Whiskey would lay down his life for, if it meant that Alexander would keep on living.
Whiskey doesnât fold easily, though. They are unwilling to make a fool out of themself, and Alexander had always spoken familiarly about them, even before theyâd started working together. They have to be sure feelings are reciprocated before they put themself out there - and even then they wait a little longer. It comes to a head when Alexander makes a smart comment about Whiskeyâs lack of âgameâ, and Whiskey turns it back around on the pretty ginger tabby.
They suppose thatâs when they became âofficialâ. Though not much changed, not really. They still had their moments, but those moments were peppered between nights wrapped around each other as they slept. Whiskey knew, deep down, that what they had probably wasnât the healthiest. When Alexander would take absences after a fight, Whiskey would pace. Whiskey would get into fights with any passing stranger. And then Alexander would return, and things would fall back into normalcy.
It wasnât healthy. But damn if Whiskey didnât love this cat as much as they were capable of the feeling.
81 MOONS: Parenthood happens suddenly. Whiskey was just doing what theyâd always done, following Alexander as he prattled on about their next score - some old human who handed out tuna like it was going out of style - when they took a wrong turn and ended up facing a box. A box with a kitten in it. Now, Whiskey had no illusions about being a good parent, nor did he think Alexander would be either. But⌠well. You try to stay neutral when staring down those big eyes, looking half starved and pathetic. Whiskey said nothing as Alexander picked up the kitten and they ended up taking her back to their home.
At first, the plan was to dump her off with the nearest parental-looking animal they could find. But⌠well what if Whiskey taught her how to defend herself first? And what if Alexander showed her the best way to score food from a soft-hearted human? And what if, what if, what if,
Gem didnât end up going anywhere. And Whiskey couldnât find it in themself to be upset about it.
Extras
Whiskey is a Thistle in the Weeds Site Adopt with the purpose of stirring up trouble with both the rogues occupying ThunderClan, and ShadowClan, alongside their partner and daughter.
Whiskey's perk (a boon system used by Thistle in the Weeds) is as follows: The Dreadful Maybe it's the look in their eyes or the power in their claws, but Whiskey strikes fear into the hearts of those who interact with them -- predator and cat alike. Everyone in their presence, who they do not share a strong bond with, receives a -1 penalty to all stats, including Staff NPC accounts.
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Puffinpelt - Thistle in the Weeds (pre-revamp)
Male - He/Him - 47 moons - Homosexual - Taken
Much to his own chagrin, the first word that comes to mind when thinking of Puffinpelt is average. He's never been particularly skilled or special in any warrior-specific attribute, something that he very clearly hates. One area where he does seem to have above average skill in is ruining relationships. He was with his ex-mate for a long time before eventually dumping her after their children were born, and very quickly getting with his current boyfriend - but still wanting to hide the fact that they were together (due to internal homophobia). Despite his average nature, he was made deputy of ThunderClan... and then started having some weird dreams.
Personality
temperamental, hates to be wrong, loving, charismatic, analytical, rash, fatherly (tries), hard-working, idealistic, stubborn, painfully average
Puffinpelt has never been a stand-out kind of cat. Heâs average in almost every way â appearance, skills, intelligence, you name it. Despite this, he works hard to fight against this average image, trying to show that he can be exceptional. This harsh feeling of insecurity seems to lead to Puffinpelt being quite temperamental, especially when his skills (or lack thereof) are called into question. Heâs quick to anger if he grows frustrated, and that expresses itself in explosive arguments. He cannot stand being wrong, and as such can get quite stubborn as he tries to prove himself right, no matter what situation itâs in. Despite all that though, Puffinpelt does have some positive traits. For starters, while it doesnât come naturally, Puffinpelt has trained himself to be charismatic. Heâs not necessarily warm or friendly, but thereâs a certain charm in knowing that heâs going to tell you exactly what he thinks and wonât lie to preserve your feelings if he can help it. He is a bit rash, not thinking things through all the way, especially on the emotional side of the spectrum. He tends more toward analytical intelligence, and while heâs average in that area too, heâs certainly better at that than emotional intelligence. Puffinpelt is loving when he finds the right cat. Heâs fought so hard against the opinions that have been drilled into him since birth and has finally begun being more open about himself and who he loves â romantically or otherwise. He did love Cinderflower, just not in the way she loved him, not in the way he was supposed to. Heâs afraid, some may even call him cowardly, to admit this and try to reforge their relationship, though. Puffinpelt is also quite idealistic, wanting to have the perfect family. Though what that looks like has been an ever-shifting image in his mind. He wants to be able to have it all, in a way. He wants Cinderflower, Bramblebug, and Dipperpaw all at once, even though that would be a disaster. On the subject of his son, Puffinpelt does his best to be fatherly, though isnât quite sure what that looks like. He tries to bond with Dipperpaw and engage in things he likes, however Puffinpelt is not a good liar, unless heâs lying to himself. He finds it difficult to feign interest in things heâs not actually interested in, and as such struggles to maintain relationships in any fashion.
Family
Mother - Skunktail - deceased Father - Blackfrost - deceased
Ex-Wife - Cinderflower - played by Misty Son - Dipperpaw - played by Snowy Son - Ouzelkit - deceased Daughter - Lichenkit - deceased Boyfriend - Bramblebug - played by Rainbow
Mentor - Cariboustorm - played by Sibyl Apprentice - Hickoryhawk - npc
Timeline
TW for homophobia, internalized homophobia, and (false) rumors of infidelity
0 Moons: Born to Skunktail and Blackfrost
3 Moons: Parents begin pressing their thoughts and opinions (largely revolving around disdain for anything other than a nuclear family) into Puffinâs mind. He starts to internalize them. His mother expresses that while other things may be fine for other families, she knows he will get with a good molly and give her grandchildren.
6 Moons: Puffinpaw becomes an apprentice. His mentor is Cariboustorm, who intimidates him.
7 Moons: Puffinpaw begins experiencing crushes. They are exclusively on male cats, but he excuses this by telling himself heâs just admiring their strength and other warrior skills. He tries to convince himself heâs crushing romantically on female cats.
7 Moons: Garstar begins acting violently toward WindClan and ShadowClan
8 Moons: Training with Cariboustorm is difficult, and Puffinpaw finds it hard to see any progress despite his mentor's best efforts. He seems to want to find Puffinpaw's best skill and exploit it, but Puffinpaw remains average to the frustration of them both.
9 Moons: Puffinpaw forms a close friendship with Cinderpaw that he mistakes for romantic feelings
10 Moons: Puffinpaw gets a crush on Bramblepaw and pretends itâs just friendship
11 Moons: Cariboustorm impresses the importance of rising above the mundane to Puffinpaw, which feels like an insurmountable task. He also continues pressing that crows are never to be hunted, less Puffinpaw become cursed.
12 Moons: Moosestar dies, Asterstar becomes leader
13 Moons: Puffinpelt is given his warrior name after passing his assessment a moon later than normal.
15 Moons: Asterstar begins helping ShadowClan and WindClan. He gives up territory to ShadowClan. Puffinpeltâs parents are against this decision, however know better than to speak out against the Clan leader. They commiserate with like minded cats. Puffinpelt echoes their sentiments in an effort to not disappoint his parents.
19 Moons: ThunderClan aids WindClan in destroying SkyClanâs tunnel entrances.
22 Moons: Asterstar sends cats with ShadowClan and WindClan to dethrone Garstar
23 Moons: Becomes a mentor to Hickorypaw.
24 Moons: With the looming threat of Garstar over, Puffinpeltâs mother pressures him for grandkits, leading to him asking Cinderflower to be his mate.
27 Moons: Puffinpelt spends more time with Bramblebug than with Cinderflower. He refuses to acknowledge the reasons why.
30 Moons: Hickorypaw becomes Hickoryhawk
36 Moons: Cinderflower gives birth to Puffinpeltâs offspring. There is only one kit who survives.
38 Moons: Dipperkit begins to resent his father for the lack of time Puffinpelt spends with him and Cinderflower. Puffinpelt notices this but doesnât know how to fix it and is unable to find common ground between him and Dipperkit (though he doesnât try very hard).
40 Moons: Skunktail dies from illness
40 Moons: Without the pressure from his mother, Puffinpelt finally sits down and examines his feelings and tries to form his own opinions. He and Cinderflower break up.
41 Moons: Puffinpelt begins a relationship with Bramblebug extremely quickly after the breakup. He begs Bramblebug to keep it a secret, as heâs still battling internalized homophobia
43 Moons: Tired of hiding it, Bramblebug no longer keeps the secret and engages in PDA with Puffinpelt, telling anyone who asks. Puffinpelt doesnât deny anything, but grows angry and bitter toward Bramblebug - but is too stubborn to instigate a break up.
43 Moons: Cinderflower is heartbroken all over again, hearing (false) rumours that Puffinpelt was with Bramblebug while he was still with Cinderflower. Dipperpaw begins to resent his absent father even more due to how quickly he apparently moved on.
45 Moons: ThunderClan is hit with a mysterious illness, which ends up causing Asterstar's death. Sparrowstar becomes leader, and names Puffinpelt his deputy. Sparrowstar tries to lay out a plan on how to fight this illness and find where it's come from, as well as makes changes to the mentoring system in ThunderClan. Puffinpelt begins having dreams from "StarClan".
Extras
Puffinpelt is loosely based on Marvin from Falsettos!
Puffinpeltâs perk (a boon system used by Thistle in the Weeds) is as follows: Cursed by the Dark Puffinpelt, knowingly or not, has forged a bond with their darker clan ancestors. At night they can receive private training and advice dreams from the Dark Forest. +2 chr +2 str
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