#zedaphweek2024

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Zed had begun to notice something strange. 

More strange than usual at least. He had never been the most social guy by any means, but recently, when he went out to do some errands and whatnot, it seemed like everyone was actively avoiding him. 

What was the deal? Had Zed done something wrong? Were they all about to vanish through some portal again? If nothing else, Zed was a scientist. He was going to get to the bottom of this. 

But every time he tried to talk to someone…

“Oh sorry, I have something I need to do.”

“I’m a bit busy at the moment.”

“I’ve gotta do the thing… in the place…”

“Have to go. See you later!”

He couldn’t get five words out before they ran away! At this point he was just getting plain old annoyed. Was it national ignore your friend week? 

Then, the next day, when Zed was just starting to walk down into his ravine…

“Surprise!”

Zed definitely wasn’t startled, nope. He looked around the room, watching as confetti fell onto the smiling faces of nearly everyone he had ever known. A large banner hung from the ceiling in the middle, echoing the words that were now being chanted at him. 

“Happy birthday Zed!” 

Zedweek Day 7 - Birthday!

Happy birthday to Zedaph!!

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Zedweek Day 6 - Kris & Jack / KnJ in MC

So, small problem with today, I haven’t actually watched any Kris and Jack content… (don’t worry I’ll listen to the podcast as soon as I get the chance) So I have no clue how to write Jack let alone their dynamic. (Plus I’m not overly comfortable with writing RPF) 

So instead, I have decided to treat you guys to my attempt at drawing Zed! Let’s just say there’s a reason I stick to writing…

This one is actually a little teaser for an idea I’ve been cooking up…

If there was one thing to take away from this whole experience, it was that it hadn’t been Zed’s fault, this time at least. The guy was just a little slippery, that’s all. Zed had only been at this job for… Actually, now that he thought about it, he wasn’t quite sure.

Zed knew there was a time before. And he knew it couldn’t have been that long ago considering how awkward this crook still felt in his hands. But in that same way, it felt familiar, like this was what he was meant to do.

Just like herding sheep.

Herding sheep?

Zed shook the thought away, pulling his hood back over his head and clearing his throat. He gripped the crook with both hands, turning it over a bit, watching its sharp edge glint in the moonlight.

This time he would get it right.

“Please?” Zed put his hands together.

“No!” Tango shook a finger at him.

“Pretty please with a glow berry on top?” Zed was kneeling now, giving Tango the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

Tango paused for a moment, almost seeming to succumb before shaking his head. “For the last time, I’m not letting you reap my soul!”

Zed stood, letting out a little annoyed snort. “Oh come on! It will be fun! I promise!”

“Yeah about as fun as getting dunked in a bucket of happy fun sauce.” Tango rolled his eyes, beginning to walk away.

Zed grabbed the shoulder of Tango’s vest. “I’ll bring you right back, you won’t even know it happened!” He began dragging Tango back towards his ravine.

Tango pried himself free from Zed’s grip. “Why don’t you ask Skizz? I’m sure he'll be more than happy to help.”

Zed kicked at the ground. “Stupid angels don’t have normal souls.”

“And what? Mine’s perfectly average?” Tango tried to sound hurt. He failed.

Zed still played along. “Oh no no no! Your soul is the most non average soul to ever soul!”

“Mmhmmm.” Tango then noticed how Zed had been holding one hand behind his back for the past minute or so. “Zed… what are you hiding back there?”

Zed’s eyes widened. “Nothing!” He tucked his hand even tighter against his body.

“Sure.” Tango rolled his eyes before moving to get a peek. He didn’t move more than an inch before…

“Hadjah!” Zed swung his whole body around, slashing Tango across the chest with the scythe that he had been hiding behind his back. The wound began to glow, and before Tango could speak, his body crumpled to the ground. Zed reached into the wound, pulling out a small flame.