Title: The Shiny
Author: Zazzie
Date written: 9/9
Pairings: none
Spoilers: Don't read if you haven't seen DMC.

My incredibly witty and intelligent disclaimer: No own-ey.

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The Shiny was the only thing reminding him of the years lost.

The monkey had known that the Years had died when Master had died, when the curse had died. But he had grabbed a Shiny afterward, placing remnants of memory back onto himself.

Subtle amusement on his ship lived on for a bit, but eternally different.

Until he came to hut of the Witch. He sniffed the air, running toward the familiar scent from a different room once let out of his cage.

Wrinkled fingers caressed him as he instinctively handed his Master the Shiny.

"Why, thank you, Jack."