#tjatp

It was a normal day in the house, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the Prince suddenly fell asleep on the dining table.

Jester: “Welp, looks like somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night.” He said, chuckling.

Achier: “Casp-Prince, it’s bad to sleep on the table, you’re getting drool all over it!” He said, shaking the Prince awake.

Prince: “Mmm… w-what…”

The Prince, realizing he just drooled on the table in front of both Ellian and the Jester, quickly pops up wide awake.

Prince: “Ah! Why did I?!”

Ellian: “How late did you stay up last night?”

Prince: “I didn’t stay up late! I went to bed at around 9, but when I woke up, not only was it much later than when I usually wake up, but I was also tired.”

Jester: “Suuuure, keep telling yourself that. Mr. Perfect sleep schedule.”

Prince: “I’m serious! I don’t know why I’m so tired all of a sudden.”

Both Ellian and the Jester look at each other, completely unconvinced.

Achier: “How about you go to bed extra early tonight.”

Prince: “But I that’s not the case of what’s happening here, and these two imbeciles don’t believe me.”

Ellian: “Maybe if you didn’t have a record of lying, we would believe you.”

Prince: “I don’t lie all the time!”

Achier: “Everyone calm down! This isn’t something fighting over.”

Jester: “..… do you smell that?”

Achier: “MY LASAGNA!!” He said, rushing over to the kitchen to prevent a whole fire from starting.

Lunch went relatively normal, aside from the overcooked lasagna and the Prince trying not to fall asleep on the table again. The rest of the day was also normal until around 7:00 PM.

Jester: “He’s dozing off.” He whispered to Ellian.

Ellian: “If he falls asleep on the couch, I’m writing my name on his forehead.” he whispered back

Prince: “You two suck!” He said, getting up from the couch and heading to his room, too tired to deal with them.

Jester: “I didn’t know he could hear us.”

Ellian: “Me neither.”

~~ The Next Day ~~

Achier was cooking breakfast for the Jester and Ellian, making sure to put in a little more care into Ellian’s Pancakes. He also made sure to reduce the sugar in the Jester’s pancakes because he didn’t really like sweet things.

Achier: “Breakfast is ready!” He said, delicately serving Ellian a delicious stack of pancakes topped with butter and sypup before heading to the Jester and giving him his breakfast.

Achier then placed down a third plate of pancakes on an empty seat.

Ellian: “I’m assuming that stack’s for the Prince once he wakes up. I’m assuming he stayed up late again.”

Achier: “Acutally, no, this is for the Phantom. He told me that he was joining us for breakfast last night, but he’s not here yet.”

Ellian: “Weird, maybe he stayed up late too. Not unrealistic, he does read a lot.”

Achier just waited for the Phantom to show up, but when he did, he saw him peeking from the corner putting a finger over his lips before signaling him to come to him.

Achier: “Phantom, what’s wrong?”

Phantom: “Shh, come to my room.” He whispered.

Achier then sent a clone to take care of the cooking while he followed the Phantom, who for some reason was insistent on keeping his Tophat glued to his head.

Achier: “What’s going on?”

The Phantom sighed before lifting his top hat, revealing Achier’s bunny ears on his head.

Achier: “What the?!! Why do you have my ears?!”

Phantom: “I don’t know, but when I woke up this morning, they were there. I didn’t come for breakfast because I didn’t want to alert the others about this.”

Achier: “I swear, I didn’t do anything to cause you to grow those ears!”

Phantom: “I know you didn’t, but I want you to tell the others that I can’t make it for breakfast.”

Achier: “Ok, I’ll deliver the Pancakes to your room.”

Phantom: “Thank you.”

~~ Meanwhile, at the Dining area ~~

Jester: “Oh, there’s the Prince, finally awake to join us.”

Ellian: “Really?”

Jester: “Yeah, he’s right… wait.” He said, staring at the hallway he swore he saw the Prince walking down at.

Ellian also looked to where the Jester was looking, only to see nobody.

Jester: “False alarm I guess, I swore I saw him walking down the hallway.”

Achier: “And one stack for the Prince.” He said, placing down a stack at another empty seat.

Prince(?): “Wow, those look delicious!”

Jester: “Huh? The Prince, he’s here?” He said, looking around, only to not catch a hair of him.

Ellian: “Jester, he’s not here.”

Jester: “Ahh, I see how it is.” He said, getting up. The Prince must have been playing some sort of prank on him, trying to get him to look ridiculous. Well he wasn’t having any of it.

Jester: “Prince you jerk! Stop messing around with me!” He said, looking all around the house for him. However, he didn’t find a trace of the Prince anywhere. Had he really been playing a prank on him?

The Jester went up to the Prince’s room and slowly opened the door.

Jester: (weird, the door’s unlocked)

When he got inside, he saw the Prince still sleeping in his pajamas with a terrible bed head and drool seeping into his pillows, contrary to the well-maintained Prince he saw walking down the hallway.

Jester: “Yeesh, still asleep?” He said, before quietly closing the door and leaving.

Ellian: “Did you find the Prince?”

Jester: “Still asleep in his room. Also, just learned that he’s a pretty ugly sleeper.”

Ellian: “Why am I not surprised?”

Jester: “I wonder why he’s staying up so late.”

Ellian: “Beats me.”

~~ Back ~~

Achier then snuck back into the kitchen and unsummoned his clone. He took the Phantom’s pancakes.

Ellian: “Where are you taking those?”

Achier: “Oh, the Phantom couldn’t make it to breakfast today. I’m afraid he’s a bit… under the weather.”

Ellian: “Phantom’s sick? Well, that’s new…”

The two continued eating as Achier brought the Phantom his breakfast.

Prince: “Ugh… slept like the dead.” He said, walking in dressed, but his hair wasn’t as well-groomed as usual.

Jester: “Morning Sleeping Beauty.”

The Prince silently sat down and started eating his breakfast, which had cooled down significantly.

However, Ellian and the Jester had already finished their breakfast, so they just hung out in silence, debating on whether to leave or to see if the Prince would pass out on the breakfast table again.

Meanwhile, while they sat, Achier went up to the Phantom’s room and knocked. The Phantom peeked out in nervousness.

Achier: “Did something happen?”

Phantom: “It did.” He said.

Achier expected the Phantom to show a new bunny tail, only to be caught off guard with claws on his right hand resembling those of the Jester’s.

Achier: “What? That looks like the Jester’s claw. We gotta tell the others, I think something’s going with you and the Prince.”

Phantom: “The Majesty?”

Achier: “He’s been sleeping a lot more lately, and he’s more tired than usual. The others think he’s been staying up late, but I think he was telling the truth when he said he went to bed early. Also, one of my clones overheard the Jester seeing the Prince, but he wasn’t even awake then.”

Phantom: “Then it seems like whatever is going on isn’t just secluded to me then. Thank you for telling me this Purifier.”

Achier nodded before the two went over to the kitchen to where the others were.

Ellian: “Oh hey, I thought the Phantom couldn’t make it for breakfast?”

Achier: “We have an important announcement to make.”

Phantom: “There seems to be something, supposedly a curse, affecting all of us.” He said. Using his right hand to take off his hat, revealing bunny ears.

Prince: spits out drink onto Ellian

Ellian: “DUDE!!”

Prince: “Wait wait wait! If there’s a curse affecting us, then that means that it’s the cause of my unexplained drowsiness.”

Phantom: “If what the Purifier told me was true, then it is likely.”

Prince: “Told you!” He said, angrily looking at the Jester and Ellian who was drying up his shirt with a towel.

Jester: “Wait, if that’s the case, then I think I’m coming down with this illness-like curse because I hallucinated the Prince earlier. Is it contagious?”

Phantom: “We don’t know anything much about this curse yet, but it seems like it relates to our powers.”

Achier: “If it is contagious, then I guess everyone here except Ellian and I should quarantine.”

Jester: “It’s a curse, not a disease.”

Achier: “You never know!”

Phantom: “I’ll let the Creator know about this, until then, everyone report any more symptoms or odd behaviors to the Purifier.”

Ellian: “Anyways, I’m going to my room, au revoir! …… Sh*t, I think I’ve caught it too.”

Achier: “huh?”

Ellian: “I mean to say goodbye, but I spoke another language.”

Jester: “So everyone except for Sunny here’s infected.”

Achier: “I guess so, I’ll make sure to bring warm meals to everyone’s rooms.”

~~ Meanwhile ~~

The Phantom went up to the Creator’s room and knocked gently on it. Moments later, the Creator slightly opened it.

Creator: “What is it?”

Phantom: “Father, there’s a curse going around affecting me and the others.” He said, revealing his new ears and claw. “We need you to help get rid of it.”

Creator: “Nallis, I’m afraid I’m really busy right now.”

Phantom: “But father, this curse could be fatal for us.”

Creator: “I’m sure it’s probably not, maybe it’ll go away in a day or two.” He said, closing the door before the Phantom could say another word.

The Phantom sighed before returning to the others.

Ellian: “I’m assuming by the look at your face, that your discussion with the Creator nie poszło zbyt dobrze. (Didn’t go too well)” He said, shocked at the last few words he spoke.

Phantom: “I’m assuming that it’s gotten to you too.”

Ellian just sadly nodded.

Achier: “By the way, the Prince went back to bed again.”

Phantom: “The Creator shrugged it off like it’s just a common cold, and the Reaper is out along with the Maiden and the Moon.”

Ellian: “Geeze! What is it with those three being absent when everything goes to sh*t around here?!”

Jester: “… the third game isn’t out by the time this was written, so the writer can’t properly integrate them into this story.”

Ellian: “Quoi?”

Jester: “What?”

Ellian: “Anyways, if the Creator is so insistent that it’s not important, how do we know he’s not doing it himself?!”

Phantom: “Why would the Creator do this to us?”

Ellian used every ounce of his strength to not say that “it’s because he’s a b*tch”.

Ellian: “Maybe it’s a test for us to work together to solve this.” He said, hiding the spite in his voice poorly.

Achier: “That would be very counterproductive considering we still have missions to do.”

Jester: “Yeah, I think the Prince was supposed to go on a mission outside in a few days. He told me how he was couldn’t wait to finally get out of the house.”

Ellian: “well maybe he just wanted to get his hopes up before doing this sh*t…”

Jester: “Huh?”

Ellian: “Nothing.”

Jester: “fair enough.”

Achier: “Well we can’t just sit around and do nothing! I’m gonna send a few clones to study those curse books in the library. Jester, you’re in charge of cleaning everything up.” He said before walking off.

Ellian: “I need some Zeit Allein. (Alone time)” he said, leaving too

The Phantom went along with Achier, leaving the Jester all alone.

Jester: “Well, this is just great! Now I’m all alone here to clean everything up.” He said, putting the Prince’s leftovers in the fridge before going to wash the dishes.

Ellian(?): “You look busy, let me help.”

Jester: “Huh?” He turned around, only to see nobody there. “Ugh, they better find a cure to this curse soon.” He grumbled as he focused on the dishes.

~~ The Library ~~

Phantom: “You found anything yet Purifier?”

Achier: “I haven’t, you?”

Phantom: “Nothing relating to our current situation.”

Achier: “This one relates close enough to our case, heightened personalities, can’t we do the cure for this one?.”

Phantom: “In afraid not, depending on who or what cursed us, if we attempt to rid our curse for the cure meant for another curse… at best, it will fail.”

Achier: “And at worst?”

Phantom: “…..”

Achier: “You know what, I think we should take a break, I’m getting ti-”

CRASH!

The two went over to the place where they heard the crash, there, they see another Achier, a clone, jumping around the living room, laughing after knocking over some things. When Achier tried to unsummon him, he found that he couldn’t.

Clone: “Weeeee!!!” He said, running around.

Phantom & Achier: “…………”

Jester was there cleaning up after the mess talking to himself: “he isn’t real, you’re just seeing things, he isn’t real, you’re just seeing things.”

Achier: “Jester!”

Jester: “Huh? Sunny, is that you?”

Achier: “It is me!”

Jester: “I don’t believe it, say something only the real Sun would say that I wouldn’t know.”

Achier: “Uhh… how would that work? If you don’t know it, then I could just say anything.”

Jester: “Fine, I believe you.”

Achier: “Anyways, what in the world happen?!”

Jester: “Well, you told me you clean up the house while you and the Phantom were having a study date, then this asshole comes around and starts messing everything around!”

Achier: “I never told you to clean the house.”

Jester: “So none of this is real?”

Achier: “Well, the clone messing everything up is real, but me telling you to clean up the house isn’t.”

Jester: “UGH! It’s so annoying not knowing what’s real or not! Why couldn’t my curse be being like Ellian’s!”

Achier: “Well, now we know how my curse works.” He said with a frown.

Ellian: “PARA! PARA!!!” (Stop! Stop!!)

The three then followed to the sound of Ellian’s voice to see that the misbehaving clone had somehow tied him up in to a chair with some rope. He was trying to command the clone to stop, but due to language barriers, the clone evaded the commands. The Phantom noticed this and transformed into Ellian, however, the curse’s changes on him still remained such as the ears and his now new blue streaks of hair.

Ellian: “Let the Truth Seeker Go!”

However, the mischievous clone took notice of this, and plugged his ears and started loudly singing “Lalala!” Before the Phantom spoke.

???: “Hello? Big Brother?”

Jester: (no, this can’t be happening, not now, not him)

The Jester then ran off without warning, leaving the two to deal with the misbehaving clone.

The Phantom then shifted into the Jester to try and grab the clone with the tentacle, only for snow to appear.

Jester: “What the?!”

Ellian: (omfg)

Clone: “Snow Day!” he said, catching some know on his tongue.

While distracted, Achier tackled the mischievous clone to the ground. While he could have made more clones to make this easier, he didn’t want to risk another clone of his going rogue.

Achier: “I got him down, free Ellian!”

Clone: “GET OFF ME!!”

The Phantom then rushed over, grabbed Ellian’s knife (which he dropped earlier) and started used it to cut the ropes.

Clone: “No fair! We were gonna reenact Snow White!!”

Achier: “What?”

Clone: “Oh don’t tell me that you didn’t know, isn’t that something you’ve always wanted? To carry your true love away from this acursed place and live happily ever after?” He said, looking at Achier.

Achier: “I-uh-Don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Clone: “After all, I know what you know, and you my friend are quite the photographer.”

Achier: “W-WHAT?!!”

The clone took advantage of Achier’s shock and pushed him aside before running off just after Ellian had been freed from the ropes.

Phantom: “He’s gonna make a wreck out of the House!”

Ellian: “Τι στο διάολο έλεγε;!” (What the Hell was he saying?!)

Although he couldn’t understand his words, his face told him that he was questioning on what the Clone was yapping about.

Achier: “They were probably spitting out nonsense to distract me. C’mon, let’s go!”

The three chased after the clone before they heard loud music coming from the Jester’s room.

When they opened it, they saw the Jester sat in a corner hunched.

Phantom: “Trickster, what is going on?”

Jester: “….no…. stop……”

The two didn’t know what he was hallucinating, but the music indicated that he was likely trying to drown it out.

Achier: “I think we best find the cure for this curse quick, this is terrible.”

Achier hadn’t seen the Jester like this, not since……

oh……..

…….

The three then left the poor Jester alone before arriving to the sight of the clone holding and rocking an unconscious Prince.

Achier: “There you are!”

Clone: “Shhhh! It’s inconsiderate to be so loud when someone’s sleeping!”

Phantom: “Put him down this instant!”

Clone: “How rude! As you can see, he seems to be enjoying this very much, he hasn’t stirred a bit?”

Achier: “He’s cursed.”

Clone: “Well that’s a mean description to give him.” He said, rocking the Prince a little more.

Ellian, having enough of this bs, charged towards the clone first.

Clone: “Olé!”

Ellian stumbled, catching himself just before crash landing out the window. The Phantom and Achier then went after the clone while also being careful as to not hurt the Prince in the process.

Clone: “You want a try? Hold him.” He said, giving the Prince to Achier, who quickly went to place him down somewhere safe.

Upon tackling the clone, the Phantom noticed he’d shrunken down to Ellian’s height, making the clone staggeringly tall.

Clone: “What’s wrong shorty? Can’t find someone your own size to pick on?” He mocked, only to be tackled by Ellian while he was distracted.

It was chaos, despite being a 1v3, the darn clone somehow always managed to slip around them like a wet soap bar.

Clone: “Haha! Too slow!” He said, picking up the Prince again.

Prince: “mmm…. enough…” the Prince groggily said, this being the first time he’s stirred.

Clone: “Now look what you’ve done! You’re…. waking him….. up…” he said before collapsing.

The others didn’t get long to celebrate their victory until they too collapsed onto the ground.

…

……

………..

Prince: “Mmmm… what happened?” He groaned, last remembering about a weird dream he had where Achier was holding him, then they started fighting, then they collapsed.

Prince: “Oh….. that wasn’t a dream.” He said, looking at everybody on the ground.

Phantom was the next to wake up, upon looking at his arm, he noticed how he was completely back to normal.

Ellian: “Ugh, my head…. Oh! I’m back to normal!”

Achier was the last to wake up, and the first thing he did was unsummon that pesky clone.

Achier: “That was…. awful…”

Ellian: “Thank goodness it’s over.”

They then looked over to see the Sun rising.

Ellian: “I’m brushing my teeth and going to bed.” He said, getting up.

There seemed to be a mutual agreement among everybody else as they too left to go to their rooms.

~~ Later that Day ~~

Maiden: “We’re Ba-OH MY GOODNESS!!” She shrieked, looking at the wreckage within the House.

The Moon and Reaper too were shocked at this mess, wondering what in the world could happened.

Moon: “Could it have been a break-in?”

Reaper: “I don’t know, but we need to find the others, they probably know what happened.”

However, when they got everybody’s rooms (except for the Jester’s because it had been the only one locked) they saw the residents all passed out on their beds, some not even bothering to change into their pajamas.

Maiden: “Maybe a war broke out, or they got sick.”

Reaper: “I checked their foreheads, they don’t seem to be having a fever.”

Moon: “Whatever it is, they won’t be helping us clean up this wreck anytime soon.”

Maiden: “You’re right, let’s get started so they have a decent living space to wake up to. And once they do, they better tell a pretty good story for this!”

The three then got started cleaning up the House, many theories and thoughts running around their heads, trying to piece together a story that explained what took place while they were away.

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You wake up to a dull growing pain on your back, it’s dark, and only god knows what time it is. Lazily, you take off your shirt and throw it to the farthest corner of your room. You rub your back before you cover yourself with the sheets and drift off to sleep.

….

……….

The next morning, you woke up and sat lazily up from the bed. You didn’t want to get up, but your stomach said otherwise.

(Man, did I stay up late again?) You ask yourself as you stood up. Weirdly enough, you didn’t have your shirt on.

(Weird, my shirt’s on the floor at the corner of my room, how did it get there? Was I too hot last night?)

You went to pick it up, only to spot a flash of pink on your wardrobe mirror.

“Huh?”

Grabbing your shirt you got in front of the mirror. Rubbing the crusts off your eyes (how did they get so crusty?) you looked in the mirror and just saw yourself.

(Hmm, nothing, thank goodness)

Your relief was soon short lived when you saw two giant wings, no, your wings open up slowly, spreading pink around the room.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

You screamed, your new wings following your panick as they quickly flap, knocking various items off shelves and furniture.

(What on Earth was happening?! Was this a nightmare? It’s got to be! People don’t just grow wings out of nowhere.)

Moments later, Achier bursts in.

“ELLIAN! What’s going on?!!” He shouted, only to start shriek at the sight of Ellian’s new wings.

“I DON’T KNOW!!” You scream, using your shirt to cover your bare torso.

“Ellian, ELLIAN!! Calm down!” He said, trying to calm him down. His arms raised as if approaching a dangerous animal.

“What in the world is all this screaming?!” The Phantom said, running in, only to be shocked as well.

“What is going on?!!”

More members of the House flooded to the racket, wondering what is going on with the wings.

“Man, this was NOT on my list of questionable things I would ever see!”

“Jester, are you doing this?” The Prince accused

“No, although that would make a funny prank.”

“Jester!! That’s not funny!”

“Aww, he looks like a fairy. Maybe he was a magical fairy Prince all along, and he can grant wishes!” The Maiden chirped.

“If he was, then why would he be screaming?”

“I was just teasing!”

“I’m assuming it’s a punishment from the Creator.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, anything, you know how he is.”

Other than Achier and the Phantom, the others chose to talk about you like they were looking at a zoo animal rather than help your situation.

“Everyone back away! Ellian needs space! Your presence is scaring him!” Achier said.

Although he meant well, you still felt offended, you may have spouted new wings with no explaination this morning, but you weren’t an animal!

Everyone else backed up, meanwhile, the Phantom just looked at your pitiful state.

“Tell me everything that you can recall.”

“I literally just woke up this morning minutes ago and these were here, I have no clue how or why they got here, then I panicked and started screaming.”

“This morning? Ellian, it’s lunchtime right now.” Achier said.

“What?!!”

“I knocked on your door this morning for breakfast, but you didn’t respond, so I just assumed you stayed up late last night.”

(Last night….)

You recall something last night, and it explained why your shirt was where it was.

“Last night, I woke up at God knows when to an throbbing dull pain in my back, threw my shirt in the corner of my room, then went back to bed.”

“Hmm… I’ll talk to the Creator about this.”

“Wait! Talk? Is this not a punishment from him?”

“Not that I know of, I’ll ask him.” He said, swiftly walking away before you could say anything else.

(Man, what the heck is going on?!!)

Alone with Achier, you glanced at your wings which were now lazily dazed on your back. Looking at them, they were a vibrant pink hue with black edges. You felt them, they were soft, like a real butterfly’s wings.

(Why this of all things that could have been a punishment?) you thought.

“Hey Ellian?”

“What?”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Other than these wings, nothings aching right now.”

Just then, your stomach growled, reminding you that you haven eaten breakfast for lunch.

“Ah, you must be starving. Hopefully everyone hasn’t eaten all the food I made for lunch yet, if they have, then I saved you a plate of pancakes for breakfast.” He said with a smile.

“Wait! I can’t go like this!” You say, looking at your torso you had to cover with your shirt.

“Ah, sorry, I’ll leave you to get dressed.” He said, closing the door.

You knew that trying to put your shirt back on normally was a bust, especially with the wings, so you grabbed a few shirts, a pair of leggings, a bath towel, tied them together, and prayed that they would stay on.

When yoi finished up, you and Achier head down to the kitchen, being careful so that the tips of your wings don’t hit the tops of the doorways.

You join everyone else eating lunch, but you couldn’t help but feel everybody starring at you, specifically your wings.

“Wow, they’re actually pretty now that they’re not flapping like crazy.”

“Can you please stop starring at them?” You say.

“Yeah, Ellian feels weird when you do that.”

Everybody went back to finishing their lunch, although you caught a few of them sneaking a glance or two. As annoying as it was, you didn’t blame them too much knowing you would have done the same.

You kept on eating, ignoring their stares, the lasagna that Achier cooked was pretty good. So good that you inhaled it in record time.

“I’ve just spoken with the Creator, and it’s not a punishment you’re going through.”

“Wait! If it’s not a punishment, then what is it then?”

“It’s some sort of curse or infection that mutates humans to gain insect parts according to the Creator. It’s recently been sighted in other areas far and near, but the Truth Seeker is the first one in the House to contract it.”

“WAIT! IT’S CONTAGIOUS?!!” The Prince shouted, backing far away from Ellian. “BACK, BACK AWAY FROM ME!!” He said, holding a dagger in self defense.

“Drama Queen.” You mumble.

“We don’t know, but it’s best that he and the Purifier be quarantined until we get a confirmation.”

You let out a groan so loud that Achier gasped in surprise.

The other Residents back up from you and Achier as you head to your rooms.

“Stupid, infection, stupid wings, stupid Phantom!” You growled as you plunge your face into the pillow, your wings flopping down dramatically in response.

~~ Meanwhile ~~

“I swear, if Ellian ends up turning me into a human cockroach, I’m cursing him for 5 years!” The Prince groaned.

“Wow, so we could all be infected just because he was near us.”

“Not all of us, the Moon’s still in her room.”

“I’ll let her know about the recent incident, until then, we should sanitize the place.” The Reaper said.

“But without the Sun, how are we going to do it?”

“Are you really that lazy that you need the Sun to do everything for you?!”

“N-No! We’ll get cleaning right away!”

Everyone started cleaning and sanitizing all parts of the House that Ellian was been through while the Reaper went to warn the Moon not to come out of her room until it was safe.

“Man, it’s been so long since we’ve done housework. It’s always the Sun who does this.”

“I’m sure it can’t be that hard, we’re adults, we can handle it.”

~~ Not even 5 minutes later ~~

“Aaaaannndd, we Somehow made the House look and smell worse than it was… not even 5 minutes ago, good job everybody!” The Prince said, the last phrase reeking of sarcasm.

“Dammit! We’ve become too reliant on the Sun to do all the housework!” The Maiden said, dissapointed

“W-Why the Heck did the disinfectant spray make the House smell like-oooohhhh nooo.” The Jester said, pupils widening.

“What is it…”

“This wasn’t disinfectant we were cleaning things with, it was bug spray.”

“BUG SPRAY, CAN YOU NOT READ JESTER?!!”

“I’M SORRY PRINCE, THE LABLE WAS SO SMALL, AND IT WAS SHAPED AS THE DISINFECTANT SPRAY!”

“NOW WE HAVE TO RE-DO ALL THAT CLEANING!!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT!!!”

Meanwhile, the Phantom just stood there staring at the racket.

(I’m 21, I should be old enough to drink, right?)

~~ Ellian’s Bedroom ~~

You were still flopped onto the bed until he heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Achier.”

“Achier, aren’t you supposed to be quarantined in your room?”

“I am, but I came to check up on you. Don’t tell the others though.”

“I’m physically alright, just pissed off right now.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What is there to talk about? It’s obvious why I’m upset. I’m quarantined, I have these giant ass wings, and infected with god knows what that could possibly turn me into a humanoid insect Freak!”

“Oh… I’m really sorry you’re going through this Ellian.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, I don’t need your pity anyways.”

Achier went silent, but you could still sense that he was there.

“If you ever need me or want someone to talk to, whistle.”

“What? Why would I need to… fine.”

And just like that, he went away, leaving you alone again.

(Good riddance)

You layed down on your stomach and tried the best you could to go back to sleep, who knows, maybe this whole mess is just a nightmare.

Despite your uncomfortable position, you somehow managed to pass out.

~~ Downstairs ~~

“Ok, Finally! The House doesn’t reek and it looks decent. That only took 2 hours.”

“Now that everything’s clean, the Moon should be able to grab late lunch now.”

“About time we finished, she much be starving by now, hangry even.”

And Hangry she was. She was frowning and refused to talk to anybody, taking a bunch of food back to her room to eat alone.

“Man, now I feel bad.”

“Man, all that cleaning has made be hungry again.” Lets finish the leftovers!

They open the fridge, only to see that all of Achier’s leftovers were eaten. The only thing that was left was the spare pancakes since Ellian missed breakfast with a note saying “Do not touch!”

“Man, now we got to cook our own food.”

“I can do it! I’m practically a pro!” The Jester said with pride before preheating the oven.

~~ 10 seconds later ~~

“Hey can someone help me put out the house fire?”

The Phantom let out a long sigh before grabbing the fire extinguisher and putting out the fire. Done with everyone’s BS, he transformed into Achier, and started doing everything himself.

(Man, why didn’t I do this earlier?!)

~~ Ellian’s Bedroom ~~

You wake up, from your nap, strangely hungry again despite eating a huge lunch 3 hours ago according to your clock. You get up and open your door slowly, peeking out. It’s quiet and dark.

“Heeey! Can I have some food?!”

Nothing.

“Hello?! Anyone? I’m hungry!” You say again.

Still Nothing.

You remember what Achier said about whistling, but you wondered if that was necessary. After all, he was under quarantine too. You slowly tiptoe to the kitchen, Achier did say that he made leftover pancakes for you.

(Just a snack, then I’ll be gone)

However, the closer you got to the kitchen, the stronger a pungent odor became.

(Berk! What the hell smells?!)

You coughed in your shoulders and held your nose as you got closer to the fridge, carefully opening it up, you spot the pancakes that Achier made for you.

However, you had to be quick, you couldn’t grab any utensils or syrup due to the smell making you nauseous, almost as if the room was filled with poison.

You stumble away from the area, making your way back to your room when you stop, spotting the shadow of a figure at your door.

(Shit! I’ve been caught!)

You slowly peek over to who’s at your door, and sigh in relief that it was just Achier. He knocks on your door waiting for a response before spotting you.

“Oh! What are you doing here?!” He whispered, soon answering his own question by looking at the plate of pancakes you were holding.

“Why didn’t you whistle? I could have gotten it for you.”

“It’s because you were in quarantine too, and nobody else was responding to my calls.”

“Oh, sorry about that. I went to visit you because I brought you a gift.” He said, revealing a shirt he was hiding behind his back.

“I customized it to accommodate for the wings, there are buttons on the top and bottom.”

“Oh! T-Thanks…” you said. “Hold on, let me put these pancakes away.” You said, however, the effects of the kitchen poison still made you stumble.

“Ellian! Are you alright?!”

“Y-Yeah, but I think there’s some poisonous gas in the kitchen area.”

“Really?!!”

“Yeah, it stunk, and it made me nautious.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“But you’re in quarantine.”

“There’s poisonous gas in the kitchen, I’ve got to at least send a clone to check it out.”

“Alright.” You said before returning to your room and closing the door.

You looked at the shirt Achier gave you. Undoing the shirts, leggings, and towel, you put on the shirt. He wasn’t lying when he said that it accommodated for the wings, he probably did this because he needed pants for his tail to pop out.

Meanwhile, one of Achier’s clones went to the kitchen. It smelled, but it wasn’t poison, just a hint of bug spray blanketed by disinfectant and smoke?… Wait! Bug Spray! Ellian’s infected with a insect disease, could he have been poisoned by that?!

“Wooow, disobeying quarantine rules aren’t we Sunny.” The Jester said, walking in.

“Jester! Please, don’t tell the others about this.”

“I’m guessing you’re getting Ellian some food.”

“No, just for myself.” He half lied. “Nobody was responding to our calls for food.

“That damn Prince! He complains about us doing a piss poor job disinfecting the House, but he can’t even meet the bare minimum when it comes to taking care of you guys!”

“Wait! That’s his job?”

“Well, the rest of us are staying in our rooms as a precaution, but one of us has the role of taking care of you guys. I just came by to get a snack, but I guess I have to fill in the Prince’s duty.” He said, slightly annoyed.

“You aren’t going to have to disinfect everything because of me, right?”

“No, I don’t think it’s contagious if I’m being honest, I think the others are just overreacting.”

“Ok… I’ll just head back to me room.” He said holding a plate of food.

“Take care Sunny!” He said.

The clone then went back to Ellian’s room and knocked.

“What is it?”

“I checked the kitchen, it wasn’t poison that was making you nautious, it was bug spray.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, it smelled slightly of bug spray, I think it’s because of your infection.”

“That does made sense, then that means that I’m part insect other than the wings.”

“Unfortunately…”

“Dammit!”

“I have to go, the Jester will be here if we need anything.”

“Wait!…. Can you stay for a bit?”

“How come?”

“It’s getting crumby in here.”

You couldn’t lie, it was getting pretty boring just sitting here doing nothing.

“Although you couldn’t see through the door, you felt him perking up in Joy.”

“What do would want to talk about?”

[About the Wings]

[About Achier]

[Ramble]

— About the Wings

You decided to talk about your new wings.

“Hey Achier.”

“What?”

“Do you think I can fly with these new wings?”

“Well, it depends if they’re magical, if they’re not, then your body would be too heavy for them to lift.”

“If I could fly, I think it would be pretty cool!”

“Yeah, it would!”

“You think I could try one day somewhere spacious like the living room?”

“Maybe, but we’re going to have to clear the furniture to not break things.”

“Yeah, speaking of knocking things over, I really need to clean my room up.”

[About Achier]

[Ramble]

— About Achier

“So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m alright, no symptoms, both me and the clone.”

“That’s good. Also, thank you for the pancakes.”

“No problem 🧡!”

“Also, why did the kitchen have a hint of bug spray?”

“It’s because they were trying to disinfect the area thinking that your infection was contagious. Although, they mistook the bug spray for disinfectant, which explains the screaming earlier.”

“Oh, so that’s what it was about…”

“I’m surprised you didn’t catch onto that.”

“I stuffed my head under the pillow.”

“Oh…”

[Ramble]

— Ramble

You two just decided to ramble about any random topic, cooking, daily activities, and jokes.

You were about to talk about why the kitchen smelled slightly of ash when Achier unsummoned his clone, by the sounds of it, the Jester was probably visiting your room as part of the duty.

knock knock “Hey Ellian, you need anything?”

“Acutally, can you fetch me some entertainment, it’s getting pretty boring in here.”

“Are you sure the two of us talking won’t suffice as entertainment?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh come on! You and Sunny were having a bonding moment, gossiping against this closed door.”

“Y-You heard?!!”

“Yeah, I do have pretty good ears, and you two aren’t slick.”

“Damn.”

“Anyways, I’ll fetch you a book from the library.”

“Wait! One more thing.”

“Hmm, what is it Mon Papillon?”

(Why the hell did he just say that) “Achier mentioned that the kitchen smelled slightly of ash and smoke, do you know why.”

“Umm…. Uhh….”

“You burnt the kitchen didn’t you.”

“The damage wasn’t permanent! Just a small fire that Mr. Edgy-Boy quickly put out moments later.”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Anyways, cyao!”

“…..”

~~ 3 minutes later ~~

“Jester, what the hell is this?”

“It’s the entertainment you asked for.”

“I meant something that would cure my boredom, not increase it. This is an insect encyclopedia!”

“Well, there’s always time to oursel-”

“Hey Jester! Can I have a glass of water?”

“Coming Sunny!” He said, finally leaving you alone.

(Thank goodness)

You sat back and held the book, opening it up to a random page. The page you flipped to were about flies and maggots, gross. After reading about a page of it, you flipped towards to the page about butterflies out of boredom.

(Hmm, it shows different types of butterflies, but none with Pink wings so far, not the pink that matches my wings)

You kept on reading about the butterflies, what flowers each they prefer, and where they’re commonly found. As much as you hated to admit, this book did somehow kept you entertained.

“Whew, who knew that Sunny could be so demanding when he’s the one being served. He demanded for a truck-load!” The Jester’s voice rang, snapping you back into reality.

“Jester, you’re back!”

“Yeah, just got an update from Mr. Edgy boy.”

“What is it?”

“It’s about the infection, we figured out more about it. According to recent findings, it’s not airborne, nor is it a regular illness, rather, it’s a parasite.”

“… does it mean that it’s contagious?”

“According to him, it’s only contagious once the victim has completed transformation, then the parasite leaves and infects it next host.”

“And what exactly does the final form of transformation look like?” You ask, scared.

“I don’t know, it carries person to person. Some are fully transformed into human-sized infects, while others just have their initial insects parts before

“Wait! If that’s the case, then how the hell did I get infected in the first place?! How did it get past the magical barrier?”

“Beats me, probably a guest that visited the House a few days ago.”

“Dangit! Wait! So that means that Achier’s clean, right?”

“Unless he transforms soon, he should be good between considering the time the guests visited, and how long the incubation period can last within a healthy host.”

“Also, I noticed that bug spray tends to act like poison to me.”

“Oh?! And how did you figure that out.”

[It lingered into my room (lie)]

[I snuck to the kitchen because I was hungry (truth)]

— I snuck to the kitchen because I was hungry

“Sigh. I was hungry, so I snuck down to the kitchen to get some food. It smelt pungent, and it made me nautious, as if I was poisoned.”

“Uh oh.”

“Uh oh what?!”

“You’re biologically changing into a insect, if we don’t get you cured soon, those wings aren’t the only part of you that’ll be an insect.”

“Shit.”

“I’ll let the Phantom know this right away, in the meantime, are you hungry?”

“No, I think I’ll just go to bed, I’m tired.”

“Alright, good night Ellian.” He said, leaving.

You turn off your lights before brushing your teeth. You take off your shirt and head straight to bed, unable to take a shower for tonight due to the wings.

…

…….

You woke up, it’s dark again, but it’s not because of a strange aching on your back, rather, it was hunger, no, no hunger, a craving. You craved for something sweet. Like a zombie, you got up and started making your way to the kitchen.

You feel something on your head, no, two somethings. You feel two appendages stick out from you head, but that wasn’t important right now, you needed to eat.

You could smell something tempting, delicious, Sweet. Opening the pantry, you grab a jar of honey, sweet honey, its smell intoxicating and irresistible. Avoiding the horrid smell of the bug spray, you made your way to the living room to feast. Before you knew were stuffing as much honey down your throat as you could, your hands and mouth lathered in honey. You scraped the jar for any more honey before licking your hands and lips clean. You slowly made your way back to your room before collapsing on the bed and passing out.

…

……

“WHO ATE ALL THE FUCKING HONEY AND LEFT ITS EMPTY JAR ON THE FLOOR?!!!”

Those were the first words you woke up to. You were still groggy, but you knew that it was you who did it. How? Butterflies like sweet things, and what’s something sweet? Honey. Also, your hands were a bit sticky.

You hastily put on your shirt before rushing downstairs to the living room. You wondered why the Prince would yell so loudly about a simple empty honey jar, until you saw him collapse on the floor with a wound being treated by Achier. He must have tripped and fell on that honey jar.

“Look, Prince, I know I did it, but I SWEAR! I have NO memory of doing it.”

“What does it matter if you remember it or not, we need to cure you as soon as possible before you cause any more damage!” He said, groaning as he clutched his injured arm in pain.

“The Majesty is right, you’re transformation has progressed.” The Phantom said, looking at the top of your head.

You already assumed that he wasn’t just looking at the top of your head just for the sake of it, feeling the top of you head, you shrieked at the sight of two antennas.

“Oh my goodness, you guys weren’t joking when you said that Ellian had been turned into a bug-person.” The Moon said, seeing your wings and antennas for the first time.

“What’s this?”

Everyone went from staring at you, to staring at the Creator, who walked into the room that everybody was in. Even the Prince stopped groaning in pain and stared.

“Creator! The Truth Seeker’s condition has worsened, we have to do something.” The Phantom said.

The Creator looked at you before looking at the Reaper.

“Reaper, will you be able to perform surgery on Ellian?”

(WHAT?!!) you would have screamed that had this not been the Creator of all people here, wait, since when have you been tamed around the Creator.

“Surgical removal of the parasite is the only way to remove it and prevent further mutation.”

“I will do my best.”

The Creator nodded before leaving as quickly as he came in.

“Oh my goodness, surgery. Will he be alright?” Achier said, concerned.

“He’ll live, he has immortality.” The Jester said.

“Immortal doesn’t mean he still can’t get hurt!”

You spaced out, you had to get surgery to cure your infection, but this announcement was too soon for both you and the Reaper.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” The Moon said, looking into the Reaper’s eyes.

“Although it’s a very unexpected answer, I have to do it for him and soon seeing how fast his mutation is progressing. The Anesthesia’s going to be a large problem here though, we need the right dosage for-“

“Again! He’s immortal!”

“Shut it Jester!”

“Even if he can’t die, an improper anesthesia dosage can cause damage to his brain and other organs.”

(Great, way to make me feel better…)

“Wait! Before I go through surgery, can I try something first?”

“Umm… sure.”

You get on your couch and start flapping your wings as fast as you can.

“Truth Seeker, what are you doing?”

The wind from your wings start wobbling the furniture, and some smaller items start flying off.

“I-I think he’s trying to fly!”

You jump, only to land on the ground, hard.

“Dammit, that would have been so cool if I could fly. Now I’m gonna have to clean this mess up.”

Poor Achier looked down in worry about the surgery.

Once Ellian cleaned up the items on the floor, he followed the Reaper to the infirmary, followed by Achier.

(…)

As they were prepping the anesthesia and surgical equipment, Ellian layed down in his back with his wings spread out a large table as if on display. Just then, the Jester came in to watch.

“Alright, we’re gonna put you under for an hour or two to see if you gain any negative reactions, then the procedure can begin.”

You nod silently as the Reaper straps on the mask, and you inhail a sleepy air. The Jester says one final thing to you before you black out.

“Don’t worry Ellian, you’re in good hands……… Alright Reaper, PULL UP THE WIKIHOW!”

However, you can’t do anything to react.

~~ Outside the Infirmary ~~

“Jester! That wasn’t funny!” Achier said, slapping him on the back.

However the Jester kept on laughing.

“Aww man! You should have seen his face before he passed out!”

“Sigh, you’re impossible…”

“Welp, now that the surgery is ongoing, I’m gonna have breakfast. You coming?”

“Y-Yes, I’ll be right there. Just wait for me.” He said, waiting outside the door.

However, only a clone of home came, Achier just anxiously waited outside the infirmary, his hands fidgeting in nervousness. He just sat there. Occasionally someone would pass by, whether it was the Moon coming to assist her lover, or a resident passing down the hall.

~~ Many Hours Later ~~

He almost passed out outside of the infirmary until he heard the door open. With ears perked up, he saw the Reaper step out of the door.

“It… it is finally done.” He said, holding the parasite in a jar. By the looks of it, he was completely exhausted, and couldn’t wait to collapse onto any bed.

“Is he ok?”

“He still needs to go through surgical recovery for 45 minutes to 2 hours. We’ll need to monitor his vitals. After that, he’ll be discharged from the infirmary, but he’ll need to go through a recovery procedure for a few months.”

“You look exhausted, here, after recovery, I’ll look after him.”

“Thank you Sun.”

Achier walks in, but is still surprised to see the butterfly parts still on.

“Uhh, Reaper, you didn’t remove them?”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry about them. Since the transformation hasn’t completed, and the parasite was removed, the appendages will stop growing and naturally fall out like baby teeth.”

“Got it.”

“It’s a miracle I was able to get it, considering it was located around his abdomen.”

“Yeah, that must have been difficult.”

You both wait around an hour until Ellian was discharged from the hospital room, muscles sore, head spinning, and appendages drooping like deadweights.

It was late at night, like really late, and everyone had already gone to bed. You assisted both Ellian and the Reaper back to their rooms before heading to yours.

What a day… welp, at least you have take care of Ellian to look forward to tomorrow!

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Setting up the last of the “Murder Scene”, the Creator then layed down on a bloody spot and played dead.

~~ 15 minutes later ~~

Achier: “And that’s how you give the gift of homemade coo-AAHHHHH!!”

Prince: “I-Is that?!”

Ellian: “Of course it’s not, as if the Creator can be killed that easily. It’s probably a prop, or the Jester pulling a prank on us.”

Jester: “How did you know I was pulling a prank?” He said, walking into the room and being shocked at the sight of the murder.

Prince: “Jester! you can’t just do something like this!”

Jester: “Umm, that wasn’t me, the prank I was pulling was the hole under the carpet.” He said, revealing his prank.

Phantom: “What is going on here-FATHER!!” He said, rushing over to the Creator’s lifeless body.

Ellian: “Phantom, calm down, it’s probably just a prop.”

Achier rushed over to the Phantom’s side, checking on the Creator.

Achier: “Oh no…”

Phantom: “He’s cold… there’s no pulse…”

Prince: “What?!” He said, checking on the Creator. He also felt that it wasn’t a prop.

Jester: “Wow… even the Creator, a God, can be killed.”

Even Ellian was shocked at the Phantom started crying, holding onto Achier’s shoulder.

Ellian: “Jester, how can we be sure that you aren’t doing this.”

Jester: “Why would I?! I already had the carpet hole trap set up, why would I need to do another trap. Especially one that would upset the Creator.”

Prince: “Wait, if somebody murdered the Creator, then they must be after us too, right?”

Everybody looked at the Prince, then at each other. He had a point, the Creator was known to be an unkillable being, but here he is murdered with little fight.

The Phantom wiped away his tears, and stood up. He grabbed a blanket from the couch and covered the creator’s body with it so nobody would have to see it.

Phantom: “We need to know who killed him, and why.”

Ellian: “What’s the point, the Creator’s dead. If the murderer killed the Creator with little effort, then they would have already dealt with us by now or gotten what they wanted.”

Phantom: “But there’s got to be some reason for it-”

Ellian: “-And that reason is that the Creator’s a b*tch.”

Everybody looked at Ellian in shock.

Ellian: “Think about it! Recall all the things he’s taken away from us. Now think about how little we know about what he’s done to those outside the house. It’s natural that he’d have his enemies.”

The Jester and the Prince looked at each other for a moment, then back at Ellian.

Phantom: “We can’t just jump into conclusions, especially considering the murderer somehow got past the magical barrier of the house. Which either means that they’re either strong enough to break it, or one of us had some aid in his murder. Also, what did I say about calling the Creator a b*tch.”

Ellian: “He’s dead.”

Jester: “Well, that’s finding who did it will be easy, considering two of us have the ability to force confessions out of others.”

Both the Phantom and Ellian didn’t disagree to the Jester’s suggestion, knowing they didn’t murder the Creator. Nobody else didn’t resist or make an excuse or try to run away since they knew they were innocent.

After Ellian had everybody confess if they killed the creator, and what they did that day, the Phantom transformed into Ellian and did the same. He was shocked to hear that he didn’t do it either.

Achier: “Hmm… so nobody did it.”

Phantom: “And the Maiden, Moon, and Reaper have been out on a quest since 2 days ago, before the murder, so they didn’t do it.”

Achier: “My clones will search the house for any intruders or signs of a break-in.”

Phantom: “While he does that, let’s recall what everybody said.”

Summary - Last night, the Jester planted his trap in the living room. The Phantom talked to the Creator on checking up on everybody. The morning after, Achier sent out his clones to clean the house. Everybody else was either in their rooms or the Library (Phantom). Sun then unsummoned his clones, and cooked Lunch for him, the Prince, and eventually Ellian. The three the talked as they walked into the living room, the Jester following far behind them to see who’ll fall into his trap. The three then saw the Creator’s body, the Jester seeing it moments later. Achier’s scream alerted the Phantom, who ran into the living room to see the body. Nobody had any involvement in the murder or assisted the murderer.

Phantom: “Hmm…. So it couldn’t have been last night since I was talking to the Creator, and it couldn’t have been early in the morning because Achier was cleaning. So he was killed around lunch time, noon, and this weird looking knife stabbed into him was the weapon. The question is, how did the murderer get in, and why didn’t the Creator make a single sound when killed. The kitchen and the living room aren’t that far away-Jester what’s this?!”

The Jester smirked at the illusions of a detective outfit and smoker pipe on the Phantom.

Jester: “Whaaat? You’re getting all detective here, might as well play the role.”

Phantom: “Jester! This is not the time for playing, we have a murder here!”

Jester: “You’re no fun.” He said, frowning as he undid the illusion.

Achier: “Hey! There’s a hole in here, but no intruders. They must have left already.”

Prince: “So they only wanted the Creator dead.”

Jester: “How anti-climactic, all this power to kill a God, and they don’t even put on a good show. They don’t even show themselves.”

Ellian: “That is strange, why kill in broad daylight, and not even boast about it.”

Prince: “Wait! Does this mean that the House belongs to us now?”

Jester: “I guess so, and you know what that means.”

The two looked at the exit. Achier noticed and freaked out.

Achier: “Guys! Shouldn’t we respect his wishes by following his rules?”

Prince: “I’m not planning to run away! The Creator’s dead, we should tell the others outside the house about it. It’s an emergency, the Creator‘s gone, somebody’s gotta tell them.”

It seems like Ellian and the Jester were already preparing a party. Whether it’s a funeral or a celebration, it’s most likely the latter.

Meanwhile, the Phantom was inspecting the knife, knowing a powerful magic must have been embedded in it for it to be powerful enough to kill the Creator. When he tried to bend it, it broke.

Phantom: “What the, Plastic?!”

Ellian: “Seriously?! The Creator of all people was killed using Plastic.” He said, trying not to burst into laughter.

Phantom: “Does that mean?!”

The Phantom pulled the blanket from the Creator’s body, only to be blasted with a bunch of confetti.

Creator: “Congraduations! You’ve figured it out!”

Jester: “WHAAAT?!!”

Ellian: “I knew it was too good to be true…”

Achier: “What the?! How did you fake your death? You had no pulse!”

Creator: “I have my way.”

Phantom: “Father, why did you do this?!”

Creator: “Well, I have to have my fun once in a while.”

Jester: so killing brothers is not enough fun for you?!

Creator: “I’m proud that you were do dedicated in figuring out who ‘murdered’ me, but I’m dissapointed in some of you.” He said, looking at the Prince first.

Prince: “What did I do?! Leaving the house was to tell the others about the emergency of your death!”

Creator: “But you still intended to leave the house. However, I can see your reasoning, so your punishment won’t be so harsh.”

Prince: “p-punishment…” 👁️ 👄 👁️

Creator: “As for you two, planning out a party to celebrate my death.”

Jester: “It’s a funeral.”

Ellian: “It is?!”

Creator: “Ellian, you have been badmouthing me when you thought I was dead, and you, Jester, you dug a hole in the living room. Not to mention, you also broke a hole in the wall with the shovel.

Achier: “So that explains the hole in the wall….”

Creator: Your punishments are to be stuck together in the hole the Jester has dug. The Prince will make sure you’re fed and alive for the week you’re in there.”

Jester & Ellian: 😐

Creator: “As for you, Sun and Phantom, I will give you a reward for your honor. Especially the Phantom for such an Emotional performance.”

The Phantom tilts his hat to hide the pink of embarrassment from his face.

The Creator then teleported the Jester and Ellian into the hole under the living room (with a working bathroom thank God)

He then gave Achier a really cool outfit and a vacuum, while the Phantom got a cool Katana, Fateshards, and a box of tissues to rub it in.

Creator: “Until next meeting.” He said, leaving.

Prince: “Here’s tonight’s dinner.” He said, throwing down a raw steak into the hole.

Achier: “Wow….. that was something…”

Phantom: “…………… WHAT THE FU-”

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Have you even been in a situation, a job or a class perhaps, where every hour seems to fly by. Then when it’s nearing the end, it feels like the final moments have stretched into a lifetime, painfully eating away at your patience.

That’s how I feel right now.

As Ellian painted me, taking his sweet time to make sure every ounce of color he put on the canvas clashed to look like color vomit, I found myself daydreaming beating him up for this.

And even though I had the upper hand here, I still felt powerless as I was transformed into a Visual Monstrosity.

“There… I’ve finished it. I honestly think I did well…”

No, No you fucking didn’t.

“It’s all done, Prince… I have… successfully… painted you…”

He fell hard to the floor as you finally stepped out of your paper prison. You didn’t even thank him for freeing you, nor after This.

“… How did you do that?”

You didn’t even rub in your Victory to the Jester before you lifted Ellian by the shirt and Decked him in the face, giving him a eye so black it could rival the black paint he used for one of your eyes.

You’ve been waiting for that for soo long.

“Woow, resorting to violence already? I thought you would don’t that until later for freeing you.” The Jester interrupted.

“Shut up! Just look at me, now I look more ridiculous than you.”

“Yeah you do. Maybe it’s what you deserve after all, now you won’t be table to deceive anybody anymore.” He said with a chuckle.

“Don’t think that you’re getting off Scott free just because this asshole Fucked around and Found out.”

“W-What the Hell is going on?!”

“You may have freed me, but you permanently ruined my appearance. And that’s something I’m not forgiving so easily.” I said, dropping him.

He thud onto the floor, groaning in pain.

“You think this is Funny! You think deliberately picking out the Worst colors to use on me was a Joke!”

However, instead of feeling intimidation or remorse, he was just confused and hurt.”

“Ah, I see. To summarize what you did, your life energy was imbedded into those paint bottles, and you just wasted it making me look like a freak!”

The Jester couldn’t contain his laughter, pissing you off more.

“What are you?! An edgy terminator who couldn’t decide his hair color?!”

“A-Actually, I based him off an Original Character I made when I was Nine…”

What

“His name was ‘T0N!673’, h-he was shot in his rainbow eye in battle, resulting in his death, so he was revived as a Robot with the eye they could save.”

“YOU FUCKED UP MY APPEARANCE FOR AN OC YOU MADE WHEN YOU WERE NINE!!”

The Jester couldn’t help but laugh even harder.

“Let me guess, his rainbow hair was from a radioactive chemical spill.”

“C-Close, it was a mutation from the Superpowered Drug they gave him to be the perfect soldier… and because my sister wanted to color his hair.”

“EVEN BETTER!!” He said, slapping his knee and laughing like a madman.

You couldn’t believe this. You won the bet, you were victorious, but these Two imbeciles were somehow getting the upper hand.

“P-Prince, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

You just tsked him before waking over to the Jester’s canvas. Apon seeing you, his laughter died down knowing what this meant.

“You annoy the Hell out of me.”

The Jester just stood in silence as you raised the knife and stabbed his canvas over and over, red gushing as inhuman screams roared throughout the room. After all, he lost the bet, and you had every right to kill him.

By the time you were finished, the red was barely visible on your black cloak. You thought about changing your clothes and dying your hair to fix this, but that won’t change your metal skin or your multicolored eyes. Not even the Jester’s death was enough to satisfy you.

You approached the door when you heard a weak voice call out your name.

“P-Prince…”

“Oh, You.”

Ellian weakly lifted his head to look at you, his eye begging for some form of mercy of explanation.

“I would give a proper explaination to all this, but I’m not going to. Consider that a punishment after what you did to me.”

He didn’t even talk back, he just looked down weakly. A pitiful sight, really.

“I’ve got a creator to defeat with this power you’ve unfortunately given me, you won’t be missed.” I said, opening the door.

However, it appears that he died before he heard it, as he was completely sprawled onto the floor.

Had he not joked around, maybe you would have given him a proper explanation, some mercy perhaps, but that’s not the case here.

You had just one more person to kill, hopefully that would finally give you the satisfaction you so desperately needed.

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