“Rawr! I am Delirious, the most vicious monster in the whole wide world!” A scrawny man in a blue hoodie spoke. His face was nearly completely hidden by a hockey mask, and he had a machete strapped to one side of his waist. The normally solid forest ground was mushy under his dark blue boots, not that it bothered him nor his partner much.
“Oh yeah? That’s why you haven’t gotten one kill, huh?” Delirious’s “partner in crime”, so to speak, teased the shorter man. The partner, better known as Cartoonz, had skin the color of blood, a missing right eye, and short, dull horns. He had a pair of bat-like wings that currently kept him aloft, dark red claws instead of fingers or toes, and a thin, razor tipped tail that only ever drooped. His clothes were loose, often ripped and dirty.
Neither were good at what they were supposed to be, but neither truly wanted to be.
“Look ‘Toonz, I need a better introduction! The last people we found laughed at me.”
“Yeah, I know. They laughed at me, too- Wait, did you hear that?” Cartoonz’s question was directed at an odd noise. It sounded both familiar, yet very different than any sound they’d heard before.
“I heard that! It sounds human!” Delirious spoke quickly, looking at his best friend. Before the conversation could continue, the mysterious noise squeaked out of a nearby bush.
“It’s coming from here. Stand back, Delirious. I’ll check it out,” Cartoonz whispered as he approached the bush. Moving carefully, he pulled the leaves to the side, revealing two small cloth bundles. He picked the noisier bundle up gently, and cautiously pulled the blanket away from the source of the noise.
“Delirious… Look at this,” Cartoonz’s voice was quiet and shaky now. Delirious crept up to his friend, and confusedly took the small bundle forced into his arms. Cartoonz then picked up the other cloth wrapped thing, and lifted the cloth away from it.
“…What is this thing, ‘Toonz?” Delirious questioned before a happy giggle floated from the bundle.
“I think it’s a little human. What were they called… 'babies’?”
“Makes sense. Hey, this little guy’s pretty cute!” Delirious smiled at the baby in his arms, which stared back at him. The baby had light blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. The other baby in Cartoonz’s arms also had blonde hair, but crisp violet eyes, rather than azure.
“Yeah, they are. Maybe we should ask the Wraith about them. He knows a lot about humans, so he’ll be able to help us take care of them,” Cartoonz offered the idea hesitantly, almost as if he was unsure. The thought that the babies would be abandoned by them was discarded by the pair before they even realized it was an option.
“Or maybe we should ask the Nurse. She should know a lot about humans from taking care of them so long, right?” Delirious pointed out as he began to walk towards a cabin. He and Cartoonz had long ago repurposed the empty house into a comfortable living space, and they both lived there.
“Yeah. Wait, we can’t tell them! If we tell them we’re taking care of humans, they’ll kill them, or they’ll tell the Entity!” Cartoonz realized, panic rushing from his words. The small babe in his arms blinked up at him and smiled, while the other just giggled and grabbed Delirious’s pointer finger.
“Not gonna happen then. Look at these two. We can’t just let them die!” Delirious agreed, allowing the baby to play with his finger until they put it in their mouth. “Ah! No! that can’t be good for you!” He yelped, pulling his finger away as the babies clapped and laughed. Cartoonz couldn’t stop his guffaws at the sight of his best friend waving a finger in front of a happy little baby.
“Well, if we’re going to take care of these two, then we should give them names, right?” The winged man questioned the other. When they finally arrived at the somewhat small log cabin they called home, they pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The living room was comfortably warm, with a pair of couches, a few chairs, and a fireplace that contained a blazing fire. There was a fluffy carpet spread on the floor, meaning no shoes were ever worn about in this room. The kitchen had a tiled floor and a small table with four chairs surrounding it. The counters were clean and the fridge was stocked. Upstairs, there were two bedrooms and a pair of bathrooms.
Delirious kicked off his shoes before stepping into the living room, cradling the child like he had done it before. A broken memory tugged at the back of his mind, but the second he payed attention to it, it was gone. He shook his head to regain focus, then spoke.
“Yeah, they gotta have names. Let’s each name one,” Delirious determined, grinning behind the mask he never took off. He plopped himself down on one of the couches, while Toonz took a seat in an armchair.
“Well, you go first then.”
At Cartoonz’s words, Delirious looked at the blonde babe who had fallen asleep in his arms moments before. “Uh… how about, uh… Wildcat? 'Cause-, 'cause he’s so fierce! Is that a good name?”
“Sounds good enough as a nickname,” Cartoonz shrugged, before turning his attention to the child in his arms who stared up at him with innocent purple eyes. “Well… what do you think of 'Bryce’?”
“Bwyce!” The babe gurgled out, beaming as they tried to say their name. “Bwyce! Bwyce!” Cartoonz felt a flash of an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time. Pride. He lifted the baby off his lap and up so he could look them in the eyes.
“That’s right. Bryce,” Cartoonz affirmed. Bryce giggled and clapped his hands together, smiling tiredly, before he yawned and fell asleep. Delirious cooed at his partner, who’s face turned another shade darker. After a second of silence, Delirious sat up, seeming to come up with an idea.
“Alright, I’ve got it! How about 'Tyler’? 'Cause it sounds like tiger.”
“You will not let the cat thing go, huh?”
“Shush up! It’s a cool name.”
Cartoonz laughed at Delirious’s indignant response. Before they knew it, both humanoid monsters were yawning and falling asleep themselves.
ever notice how no one tags you in anything? its because everyone really dislikes you. im in several group chats where people talk shit about how annoying you are. also ithe fact that your fic is a complete plagiarized from other better fics ive read on here is really shitty. you should apologize for plagiarizing and alss for being fucking awful.
I’m going to ignore the rest of the this message, but I would never plagiarize some one else’s writing. End of story.
may I also suggest something else as a better use of your time? baking? knitting? kickboxing? take care of yourself, dude. By harboring this much hate, you’re doing nothing but hurting yourself. I hope things start looking up for you soon.
Also, I’m going to tell you what my dad told me. You don’t always have to like everyone, but you do have to show them kindness and respect. I don’t particularly care if people don’t like us, but maybe keep it to yourself next time.
Honestly, if Ohtaka really was as horrible of a storyteller as some people make her out to be, we wouldn’t have such great characters like Sinbad or Serendine, Judar, Hakuryuu, Abra, etc. Nor would a lot of us have gotten so absorbed into Magi that we followed it so far. I mean sure, there are some things that maybe could have been told different, but that’s to be expected. Ohtaka is writing in her own view, with her own opinions and ideas. They’re bound to clash with others. Because we’re all different and have different beliefs of what should and shouldn’t be. It’s natural. But instead of pointing swords at her for not matching our ideal version of how everything should be, instead it’s better to come to understand not everything will go as we want and appreciate the things we do enjoy. Give understanding and keep in mind that not everyone will be pleased. It’s just natural.
All of a sudden, out of the middle of the trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling
voice struck up the well-known air and words:
“Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!”
I never have seen men more dreadfully affected than the pirates. The color went from their six faces like enchantment; some leaped to their feet, some clawed hold of others, Morgan groveled on the ground. “It’s Flint, by –!”
There is a girl on campus who is called Rings. Everyone thinks the name comes from the fact that she wears at least two on each finger. (She wears necklaces too, and bracelets, and many earrings, you wonder where she gets them all)
She can be found outside at a picnic table shuffling a deck of cards. (You don’t recognize any of the symbols on them)
If you walk up to her she will always ask, “Want to play a game?”
The answer no gets a shrug and usually a question as to why you are there. Many enjoy just speaking to her about their day. “She’s nice to talk to,” they say. (They don’t mention the way their eyes are drawn to the rings whenever she waves a hand. Or how hard it is to break their gaze away from how her necklaces shine in the light)
The answer yes gets a laugh and another question as to what they want to play. (Poker and blackjack are popular answers, but sometimes Go Fish is just as popular)
The next question she asks is what you will bet. If you just want a friendly game say you will bet nothing. She will smile and pull out a bag of treats and you will play with those as a reward. (Most decide to do this, she is easy to play with and the treats are safe. It is when you bet something that the game is dangerous)
Those who wish to bet something bring jewelry, songs, pictures, or anything they value. She will always match the value and the game will begin. Slowly as it goes on the bets get bigger, and sometimes people bet things they didn’t plan to. (People whisper that one person lost all of their clothing one time) The game usually ends with the bettor leaving to do something with items that they don’t think they need. (Eventually they need them though. One time someone bet their final History paper hoping to get the Bio final key. They got a ring of rose quartz instead. The next day they traded the rose quartz to a Gentry to get their friend back)
But there are those who truly wish for something more powerful. They are the foolish ones who attempt to find their friends with only the iron around their necks and salt in their pockets. They are the ones who want to get close to the Gentry to study them and want protection. (Magic is everywhere in Elsewhere but magical items are hard to obtain, and the Fae sometimes will be interested on how you got them)
They come with Virtues, favors from Fair Folk, pictures of true forms, anything worth one of Rings enchanted objects.
Sometimes she sees the fierce determination in the eyes of someone who wants their roommate back, or needs protection from a Gentry they got on the bad side of. To these she slips off a ring and without a game give it to them with a laugh and a comment that she’ll get it back later. (Those are the lucky ones, and they always end up seeing the ring she gave them back on her finger a week or so later)
Other times she looks at them and simply starts the game. Sometimes they win. Most of the time they lose. Losing is not something you want to do. (You always lose more than you think)
If you find her during a game with people who don’t look quite right, never interrupt. The stakes there are higher than you will ever know. (The cards seem to glow)
People speculate that she’s not human, but many of her accessories are made of iron. Others say she won her power from a game with the Fair Folk (They are not quite off the mark)
You find Rings at a picnic table off the near your dorm. She’s finishing up a game with one of the Chemistry majors you know. She looks at you and smiles. (You can now see why some don’t think her human) “Want to play a game?” she asks. You shake your head no. You sit down and stare at her hands shuffling the cards. You only ask one question.