Hey there! I was a bit busy this week, but in the end I managed to get this done! I was honestly afraid I would have to leave you without chapter this week, luckiy it didn't happen!
Forgive me if the comments are short but I ony found the time to do this at the last possible minute.
Esper Mammon: Thanks! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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The Gamer: Fun and Games
Something woke me up. I could feel the cool pressure of the mortician's bare chest on my back, the darkness behind my eyelids soothing the fear that I might have overslept on such an important day.
I sighed, blearily opening my eyes to see nothing amiss, the mortician's arm around my midsection tightening minutely before relaxing again. The silence only broken by my own breaths.
Seeing as nothing was out of place after all, I closed my eyes.
"This is the last time you leave me to sleep with the dog, do I make myself clear?" An angry voice intruded the silence of the room. Opening my eyes again revealed Tofu sitting in front of my face, angry frown clear despite the darkness of the room.
"Mhmm... m'kay..." I mumbled, hugging the pillow as I let myself fall asleep.
A dog whine followed by something nudging it's way between the reaper and I prevented me from giving in to sleep, followed by something grumbling behind me, the reaper's familiar morning grumble as he tried to kick Biscuit out, clearing the haze of my mind enough to realize I was hugging a real pillow instead of the reaper, and abandoned the pillow with disgust in favor of the pillow I had been trying to hug all along.
The mortician settled, giving up the battle with Biscuit now that they couldn't sneak between us as the dog settled peacefully next to me, snuggling to the best of their ability.
"Grrr... The things I am forced to do..." I heard the clown mutter as he slowly tried to get off of bed.
An arm fumbling behind me later, I grabbed the clown and softly deposited them next to my chest, where they made a show of growling grumpily before settling in.
A sigh was heard from the mortician, before he pulled me closer.
"Morning... Lia... little... ugh..." he spoke some words but I wasn't sure if they weren't supposed to make any sense, or if I was just too tired to understand them.
"Night... Taker..." I sleepily answered, not sure what were we even talking about. It was a relaxing moment of reprieve before yesterday's anxiety returned, I knew, but I still wanted this moment to last a little bit longer.
Just a little bit longer.
I awoke completely relaxed after a surprisingly nice sleep.
I let myself enjoy that reprieve for a while more, laying on the bed next to my loved ones. I could get used to this.
"Little Lia... why do I feel a cat sleeping on me~?" As if he magically knew when I was awake, the mortician's sleepy voice rang through the room, making me want to snuggle him more. He sounded adorable when he was sleepy.
"You're imagining things. There's no cat here." I mumbled, giving in into my desires and snuggling his chest with abandon.
"Really~? Because the claws I feel digging into my side beg to differ." He answered after a beat of silence.
...
I tiredly lifted my head to look over the reaper and at his other side.
Well, what do you know, there is a cat on our bed. I let my head fall again, the weight of gravity too much to deal with at the moment.
...
Wait a minute!
"What is that cat doing here?!" I snapped, now completely awake. "Tofu?!" I called, knowing this was definitely the clown's work.
"What" The toy grumbled from the place it had been buried in, right between Taker and me in an attempt to put distance between Biscuit and himself. Tofu didn't like to be licked, apparently.
"Why is Captain Socks the Terrible laying here on our bed?!" I demanded, ignoring the way the mortician grumbled a bit, trying to fall asleep again. That or he was trying not to laugh at the cat's name, since every time I referred to that devil, I insisted on using its full name and titles.
"You said to make sure the pets didn't get into trouble, and that's what I did." The toy stated with his blank face.
"The cat was supposed to stay at the shop! This is a mission, not a family trip!" I protested, trying to hide the pout. "And... you didn't bring Hercules, did you?" I asked next, worried about the way he had said 'pets'. The toy blinked a bit, before looking straight at me, saying nothing.
...
The clown then proceeded to snap a curt "no" afterwards, obviously lying.
...
After a few seconds in which the toy just stared intently at me, he sighed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "Okay, well maybe I did. What do you want me to do? Send them back? Okay done." Immediately the cat and Biscuit both disappeared into thin air, and probably Hercules too, wherever the toy left him. Poor donkey... he was such a sweet thing. So calm and nice... they don't deserve to deal with half of the shenanigans his owner gets him into.
"What was the point of bringing Biscuit with us if you are just going to bring them back?!" I asked, exhausted already from the utter nonsense I had to deal with.
"Geez, Okay. Here, have your pets back." The clown snapped, immediately making appear a very confused Biscuit and a cat that seemed like it couldn't care less about where it was as long as it was comfortable. And right now they were on top of Undertaker's stomach, so I knew from experience they were quite comfortable. It wasn't exactly warm, as the reaper was usually as cold as death, and he wasn't as squishy as a pillow, but there was some inherent comfort the mortician gave off, like an old pillow you have had since you can remember, a bit stiff, not very pliable, but comfortable all the same.
"I want to get this cat off of me." The mortician stated from his place under the cat. "I don't think I can move..." he mumbled with a frown, not quite daring to disturb the cat. Yet. It was a matter of time before the mortician decided he had played pillow for long enough.
"Taker, don't. I'm pretty sure disturbing a cat while it sleeps on you is considered a sin of some sort." I pointed out, not really in the mood to have my pillow move from under me. If he decided to kick the cat out, I would follow shortly after.
Looking at that furry menace better, Captain Socks wasn't that bad... it was sort of... cute.
The cat glared at me, as if berating me for calling them 'cute'. They probably prefer the term 'glorious'. I don't know what was I thinking, the thing came from the deepest pits of hell, there's no way they can be cute.
"I don't care. I judge people, not the other way around. I will repent for my sins once we don't have a mission to complete." The reaper whined, still not moving at all. The cat yawned. Aw... Dalia, no. It's not cute, it's terrifying, not cute. Look at those teeth! It makes its enemies suffer before devouring them! Little murder machine.
"You know" I turned to the clown who was muttering profanities under his breath. "I didn't ask you to bring them back..." I pointed out to which I only received a withering glare. "When I asked you to look over them I was actually asking you to keep them out of trouble... wherever that is." I mumbled as I decided to go back to lay next to the reaper, who had fallen for the kitty's charms and was unable to move. Not that I blamed him, the sleepy kitty was surprisingly... soft. Not that I touched it, of course. The cat looked soft. I wouldn't know.
"You're testing my patience, and the day barely started." The toy growled.
Yeah, well... today is definitely going to be quite a difficult day, it was only fitting it started with a troubling morning.
"I don't like these panties..." I mumbled, uncomfortable at the clothes I was wearing under my dress.
"Out of all the things you could find uncomfortable in this situation you decide to complain about your undergarments~?" The mortician's incredulous voice rang next to me, as he slowly guided me away from the hustle and bustle of the meeting.
It seemed more of a party than a meeting, but who was I to complain?
"They are too soft... too loose. I feel like they are about to fall off any time... what do I do if they fall?!" I whispered frantically trying to adjust the 'panties' through the cloth of the dress without much success. They were more like pants, in my opinion, but I didn't have another word to call them... at least not that I remember.
"They are called bloomers, love. And last time I heard, they were all the rage~" he snickered to my ear, barely resisting the urge to laugh loudly for the whole room to hear. That would definitely blow our cover.
I remember the bloomers! I had to give a pair back to Miss Bloomers... which is where she got her name from. I didn't know those were also bloomers... they were... different.
More uncomfortable. Not that I had tried Miss Bloomer's bloomers, of course.
"I'm just more used to my normal panties... they fit more... nicely, you know?" I insisted, warily looking around for anyone trying to overhear our conversation.
"No, I don't. Don't mind me, though~ I do love hearing you talk about your undergarments~" my companion smirked, apparently finding all of this hilarious.
"It's almost as if I wasn't wearing anything... just a very high belt of sorts... It goes too high, I can almost feel my breasts brushing with them, if it wasn't for the corset preventing me from moving freely." I kept complaining, shyly looking downwards when the mortician and a complete stranger interchanged some kind of greeting without words.
The man kept walking away, stopping here and there to exchange a few words, having forgotten us already from the looks of it.
"Oh~? Are you sure you are wearing them, then~? They might have fallen somewhere~" The mortician giggled, making me turn to look at him. "Do you need my help checking ~? Hi hi hi~" he smiled wide at my confused look.
How is he planning to check? I have my dress and corset in the way, and I can't lift the skirt without everyone seeing.
A sudden slap made me turn back to look at the reaper, who now sported a nice red red mark on the middle of his forehead.
"If you try to lift her skirt again, I will end you." A voice rang to my left, making me turn to find Tofu there angry scowl plastered on his brightly colored face. Biscuit, sweet innocent Biscuit had the face of someone who didn't kow how to react, and instead decided that being close to the bickering pair right now was dangerous and took refuge behind me.
The mortician had now a disgruntled face as he addressed the clown. "Weren't you supposed to be babysitting? We have it handled here, you can go back." The mortician spat, all but shooing the clown away.
"As if I would leave you two alone so you can screw things up! Between her being an idiot and you being a total crazy asshole I would have to be nuts to leave you two to your own devices." The clown spat, completely ignoring the dog's presence.
Who was the idiot? I couldn't see anyone else nearby the clown could be referring to... who was the 'she' Tofu was talking about...? Maybe Biscuit?... Ooh.
Oh!
Well, that was rude.
"Hey!" I pouted, my offended tone going completely ignored by my two companions. Poor Biscuit! They shouldn't insult the poor dog, they are behaving so well! better than them at least!
"Ho~? Well, I wasn't aware that you thought of me as that~" The mortician said with a deceptively light tone. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical of you, though~? Considering~..." the reaper started, smiling widely at the clown as Tofu's paper white skin gained a red tint that was produced more by his anger than by any type of embarrassment.
"I. Will. End. You." Tofu whispered aggressively. And here I thought they were starting to get along...
They hadn't fought this morning at all... maybe because they were sort-of ignoring each other.
The sudden animosity all but evaporated, just like the toy did, when someone decided to approach us with a glass of something. Probably alcoholic.
"Oh~? How civilized~! Real champagne~" The mortician all but cooed, apparently enamored with the contents of the glass he had been offered.
I reluctantly accepted the glass I was also offered, looking at it a bit uncomfortable with the sudden glare I received from the reaper.
I wasn't supposed to accept it? Did I do something wrong? Was it not socially acceptable to accept a glass when offered?
It was only after the man with the glasses of... champagne left that the mortician finally acted.
By stealing my glass.
"H-Hey..." I stammered, not really offended, but still surprised he hadn't let me even take a sip of the liquid.
"No alcohol for you, little Lia~ maybe when you're older." The mortician teased, drinking my glass in one go as he slowly took his time with his.
Tsk. It's not like I wanted it, anyways.
I spent my time looking around a bit more, when suddenly the mortician got up, making me hurriedly do the same as he slowly walked with some mysterious destination in mind.
"Where are we going?" I whispered to the mortician as he kept walking further and further away from the party, Biscuit sniffing at the food we were leaving behind with a sad whimper before following suit.
"To the meeting, of course~" The reaper laughed. "You didn't think this was the actual meeting, did you~? He he~ you did. How cute~" he cooed, all but brushing my cheek like I was some cute baby he was making funny faces at.
As we passed through a set of doors, a man who looked like a butler offered a hat in our direction, and the mortician dropped two small objects that, to me, looked a lot like bottle caps into the hat without even glancing at the man. The man gave Biscuit the stink eye but let the hound pass without trouble.
"In my humble opinion~" he started once we were out of earshot. "While the idea of a meeting inside a party is all nice and clever, the token idea to identify members is very flawed. After all, people can lose or even get their token stolen, don't you think so, dear~?" The mortician asked me with a very amused smile that told me exactly where he got those things from.
Sneaky bastard.
"What would you suggest, then?" A voice called out behind us, and I tightened my grip on the reaper's arm.
Right behind us stood a very familiar looking man with a scowl clear on his otherwise handsome face, his dark hair shadowing his eyes in a manner that made him look even angrier than he probably was.
"Well, a secret code, of course. Some kind of secret greeting to discern members from intruders." The mortician didn't miss a beat, smiling at the man as he slowly turned around, subtly putting himself between the man and myself.
It regrettably took me a little bit longer to realize why the man had looked so familiar, and why Undertaker had cautiously decided to stand in front of me.
The man was none other than Zachary himself.
Wait. Zachary?
Zach? Zapher? Japhar? Gasphar?
Damnit. I forgot again.
The man seemed to think carefully before nodding a bit, as if agreeing with the reaper's suggestion. "Although that still leaves the possibility of someone sharing the secret code, allowing someone to enter anyways." The man, -Zach? Seriously, what was his name?!- pointed out the obvious flaw in the method the reaper suggested, blinking a bit before seemingly realizing something.
I don't know why exactly he hasn't attacked us yet, but I rather doubt it is because he has grown a brain in the time we haven't seen each other. Maybe he finally took those yoga classes? Whatever it is, I am grateful.
"I don't remember your names, sorry. You do seem quite familiar, but I can't quite place you, I'm afraid." He stated, making both me and Undertaker go still as statues.
He... he didn't...?
Undertaker reacted way faster than I did, quickly following along. "My name is Ricardo and this is my wife Cecilia. It is quite surprising you don't remember us, but I guess it was quite a long time ago." He smiled, a little less maliciously than before, if only because he was having a hard time believing the man wouldn't remember us. That or he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown as his plans crumbled to dust and wanted to put it off. With Taker one never knows.
In any case, his face showed the obvious Taker-signs of aggravation and annoyance, signs I had learned to discern thanks to Tofu's... help. By annoying him. Frequently.
Taker is a saint and no one can convince me otherwise.
I almost growled at the names offered. Those were stupid names, I don't like them. I like Ricardo more than Cecilia, actually. Maybe because of the [k] sound that reminded me of Undertaker. I liked the fake name, but not when the name was applied to Taker.
Now that I thought about it, a lot of my important people had names with that [k] sound: Taker, Kala, Kim, Kaito... even Hercules, Cat and Biscuit have that sound!
And out of all of them, I only got to name one of them, my dog. I mean... Kala, not Biscuit. I didn't name Biscuit.
Let's not even start mentioning Captain Socks, because while I did sort of name them, I will refuse to admit that thing has wiggled into my good graces until the day it finally decides to kill me.
And it will. I see it in its eyes.
I shuddered under the skeptical glance of the old reaper.
Why didn't I name Tofu something better? Something with that sound? There was something appealing to the sound. Or maybe I'm just distracting myself because forgetting people's faces it's supposed to be my job, not Zephaniah's, or whatever his name is.
Stephanie? Wait. No, no way. This man is a man. I would remember if he had a girl's name, right?
Undertaker looked equally put off at the lack of recognition -especially considering how angry (Stephanie?) had been when we met last- but kept himself in check better than I, who couldn't help but gape at him, wondering if this man was some kind of long lost twin brother of Stephanie's or something.
"Ah! I see, Mr. and Mrs. Andrei I presume? It is a pleasure." He gave a respectful nod, making me even more wary of the man. Really, who is this guy and where did all the foaming and red faces go?
He really...? Was this man even the same guy, or did he just hate our guts so much that he only became a rabid dog when he realized we were actively trying to put a wrench on his plans... whatever those plans were.
Actually, that was an excellent train of thought. Why did this man even bother pursuing Tofu? It seemed... strange.
Of course there was the obvious thirst for the power the clown could offer, but because of that very reason, it seemed highly unlikely they could just make Tofu do something he didn't want to.
Maybe he hadn't actually thought that far ahead, or maybe I was just dumb and had missed some kind of vital information that would allow them to force Tofu into doing their bidding.
Both were regretfully likely. The clown wouldn't have been as scared as he was, if they had no way to force him into compliance.
Urgh. All this hard thinking is making my head dizzy. I think I may have overworked that single brain cell on shift this week. I will have to go by without thinking for the rest of the week until the next cell came for its shift.
The mortician exchanged a few words more with the man, giving me looks here and there.
I just blinked confusedly. What did he want from me? There is obviously something I was forgetting, if the mortician's expression was anything to go by.
...
No. No idea. I guess I did overwork that brain cell of mine. I have no idea what does Undertaker want from me.
The reaper rolled his eyes, but he finally let Stephanie go down the hallway we were standing in the middle of, making Biscuit finally stop hiding behind me and sniff suspiciously at the retreating man.
Once he was far enough away the reaper gave me a flat look.
"You didn't even think of putting the man inside the dungeon while we were alone with him, did you." It wasn't even a question, just a mere statement that made me go still for a second.
Oh. That... was the reason we were here at all, wasn't it?
I whimpered in distress as our target got farther and farther away, the mortician staring stone-faced at me as Biscuit echoed my whimper with their own.
"S-Sorry" I squeaked, feeling the waterworks about to burst. "I'm s-so sorry..." I squeaked, not even mustering the courage to look up at the reaper.
He didn't say anything before picking me up by the scruff of my neck and shaking me once like I was a naughty cat climbing up the table. Out of instinct I turned into Chibi form, knowing that was exactly what he had wanted.
"It is alright love" He reassured with a deceptively kind smile. His kind smiles were the ones he smiled with his eyes, not with that aura that seemed to be about to start sprouting flowers from behind him.
Taker doesn't do flowery backgrounds.
I'm in deep trouble.
"I will forgive your absent-mindedness because I love you, and you will forgive me for what I'm about to do because I'm handsome and can't get angry at me~" He stated with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he's talking about, so I merely nodded tamely as we ran towards the black haired man that had been making our life impossible with neck-breaking speed.
Right as Stephanie heard us running behind him and started to turn around to see what was going on, Undertaker threw me.
Straight at the man's face.
While the expression on Stephanie's face was quite amusing in a 'what the hell is the meaning of this' kind of way, I couldn't exactly appreciate it fully as I cried rivers as I was forcefully propelled through the air like a cannon ball.
I only managed to make some chains to wrap around Stephanie's face, which forced the two of us to take a tumble to the ground for a good distance.
Once I got my bearings together, I looked at the dizzy man I had crashed into, who hadn't yet put himself together. Then I looked up at the mortician with an astonished blink and a true waterfall falling from my eyes.
Undertaker was a ways from me, a hand over his eyes like he was admiring his own work, an amused smile dancing on his mouth, and I wished something would fall on his head in return for the unexpected voyage.
Tofu fell on his head with an angry wail, hitting the mortician's silver head with abandon as the reaper laughed amusedly.
Once I decided Tofu would take care of properly punishing the reaper I looked down at the face my reduced body was sitting on. The man was still out of sorts, which was appreciated, as I didn't want to get into a fight.
I was aware of the very likely possibility of this visit ending up with a fight, that didn't mean that I wouldn't take the chance of avoiding it altogether.
So I obviously put the man inside my dungeon with a satisfied huff.
Hey! Look at this! I remembered! We got Stephanie and we didn't even need to fight!
I turned a happy smile to the reaper as he picked me up again like I was a cat. He's... not going to throw me again, is he?
A suspicious eyeballing later rewarded me with an enthusiastic kiss on my forehead, to which I happily blushed as I tried to get as much shows of appreciation as I could.
"Are we going to forget this idiot threw you like a ball?!" Tofu angrily huffed, jumping away from the elated Biscuit who seemed to decide that Taker's enthusiasm meant that everything was alright with the world now and they didn't need to glare suspiciously at everything that moved, attaching themselves to either me or Taker in a silent protection mode.
I kissed the clown's head to which he made an affronted abortive movement, but ended up falling to the floor as the mortician sidestepped away from the toy, deciding he didn't like sharing.
The sound of feet made everyone's eyes glance towards the any armed men coming in our direction, to which the reaper tilted his head in wonder. I swear I heard him mutter something that sounded an awful lot like 'useless bunch of cumbergrounds'. Whatever that means.
Taker sometimes seems to speak a completely different language, but I guess that it could be exactly that. He's either using terms from another language or he's using very, very old slang.
Maybe even not that old, compared to this time, but it's ancient to me. Sometimes it's really difficult to understand what people are trying to say, but luckily I have Tofu translating everything into something I can understand or even Taker himself explaining the meaning of some word or slang.
Which now that I think about it explains why I could understand French. Sort of.
Tofu was lazy and didn't usually bother translating Old English into something understandable unless he had a reason to, so I was usually left in the dark. Like right now. I have no freaking idea what the mortician just said.
And I have no idea if these people will attack us for that matter. Tofu seemed to refuse to act as a normal toy, so that should probably give a hint.
I curled protectively around the toy as Biscuit sniffed suspiciously at the ridiculously armed men.
They were... trying to pass off as samurai of sorts or something, but only managed to appear as historically inaccurate aberrations, their weighty armor making them sluggish and the weapons that varied from a ridiculously ornamented spear to an actual honest-to-god katana.
I blinked at them, too confused to react in any way to their slow but sure approach.
"Taker... should we... I don't know... run? Do something?" I wondered aloud, unsure about what were the expectations when faced against what seemed to be a cosplaying band of samurais.
"I... have to admit this is a first, too." He stated, slowly scooping everyone in his arms and taking a measured step back, staring straight at the strangely dressed people.
The strange men stared for a few seconds before the collectively took a step forward. Very freaky if you ask me.
Taker took another step backwards. The mass of people took another forward.
The reaper apparently decided to take a step to the side just to see if they would imitate him, and nearly dropped laughing when they did copy him... and the leftmost of the samurai people ended up swiftly crashing against the wall.
I stared at everything around us for a few seconds, before deciding that getting away was probably our best bet after all. These people were obviously lacking in some mental department. Not even I would have fallen for that one.
Besides, we already got Stephanie, no reason to linger, right?
"Let's just... let's not talk about this. Ever." Taker was apparently of the same mind, even if he had a enormous smile threatening to break his face in two.
"Yeah... let's..." I mumbled, astonished at the mass of strange people acting... strange.
"Lia~ catch me~!" Undertaker, instead of walking -or running, in fact I was all for running like a bat out of hell- like a normal person, decided that he had already contributed his part and decided to leave the rest to me.
Including carrying him.
"Hey! I'm pretty sure you can walk on your own! You're heavy." I complained, slowly walking away from the samurai people who were following us like lost ducklings.
It wasn't that Taker was that heavy, actually he was surprisingly light, considering how tall he was, the only problem was exactly that. He was tall. I was small. It was... uncomfortable.
"What are you talking about~! I'm light as a feather~! Don't call me fat~!" He giggled as he decided to turn around to watch what the samurai people were doing, apparently deciding to just lay back and watch rather than help.
A glance backwards proved they were still following us... and tripping over each other.
Really... who are these people? Am I supposed to be worried?
The answer was probably 'yes' as we quickly found ourselves in front of another... squad of... freaks.
I'm not sure why they are following us, and I'm not sure if what their intentions are and what will they do if they catch up to us, but I really have a bad feeling in my gut telling me to just stay very far away.
Better to be safe than sorry.
So when I found myself surrounded by them, with a useless mortician on my back and a growling Biscuit attached to my side, looking a second away from starting to spit fire, I decided that I wasn't going to tempt fate.
I turned towards a window and kicked it open, about to jump out of it. It made a terrible sound as the glass shattered under the impact, and I swiftly regretted not measuring the strength I was using before kicking it open.
Exactly when I put a foot on the windowsill, about to jump out of it without even looking how high we were, Biscuit decided the strange people had crossed some invisible line and were now too close for comfort, and decided to turn into a giant dog to burn the people to crisp.
Let me repeat that.
Biscuit turned into a giant dog. While we were in a (relatively) narrow hallway.
Needless to say that the few people that weren't automatically crushed to death when the kid decided to turn into a dog were quickly incinerated. I was a bit busy screaming my lungs out as the demon hound's butt pushed me out of the window I had been about to jump from, only managing to save myself by clinging to Biscuit's tail.
"Hihihi~ how fun~! Let's do that again~!" The reaper all but giggled delightedly, still clinging to me as I grabbed onto Biscuit's tail for dear life.
As the only part of Biscuit I could see was its tail and the part of the butt sticking out of the building we had been in a few seconds ago, I couldn't see what exactly happened to excite Biscuit but I did notice the second Biscuit started wagging their tail. With Taker and me still attached to it.
I wailed in distress and we were swung from side to side, making me feel sick to my stomach. It was like being in one of those roller coasters... not that I have ever been in one, but considering the situation I'm pretty sure the feeling is comparable. Or even worse. I'm pretty sure roller coasters are supposed to have some sort of safety measure, this... Yeah. Doubt it.
So I screamed like a banshee, Taker almost rivaling my terrified wail with his delighted laughter. At least he was having fun.
Biscuit decided to stick its muzzle out to see what was making me scream like that, which absolutely obliterated half of the remaining wall in this side of the mansion.
"Biscuit, go home! To bed!" I screeched, wanting nothing more than curling into bed with the mortician and maybe drink some relaxing tea. My nerves... I can feel them frying and dying.
At least Biscuit seemed to understand what was asked of them, as they jumped out of the mansion and started running in some random direction, with me and Taker still clinging to their tail.
You know, it's not like I want to ride Biscuit like they were a horse... even if I would be lying if I said I never daydreamed about it, but right now I would much rather prefer to be sitting on Biscuit's back, rather than cinging to their tail ike a monkey.
We ran for a good hour, at some point of which I just turned my head backwards and vomited into the air, barely missing the reaper.
After that incident, Undertaker decided to finally rescue me and landed us on Biscuit's back with a jump.
I couldn't help but hug the dog's neck like a lifeline. My stomach... motion sickness... I'm dying... Blergh...
"You know, this wasn't exactly the escape plan I had in mind, but I have to admit that I'm not dissatisfied at all with this turn of events~" The mortician giggled, all but laughing at my miserable face. "In my humble opinion, though, you should probably stop strangling the dog if you don't want us to crash~" He pointed out with a deceptively light voice, making me look at Biscuit who was panting furiously in an attempt to get some needed air in.
I guiltily let them go.
It wasn't that I was cutting all of their air supply, but I was definitely hugging them a bit too strongly.
"I-I'm s-s... sooorry B-Biscuuiiitt..." I drawled, my tongue feeling like lead after barfing my innards out.
I really was sorry, but Biscuit either didn't forgive me or they hadn't even noticed anything wrong with my strangling. I don't know which worries me the most.
"So~ we got Zephyr. Yay. No more annoying menaces~" he cheered with a strange tone of voice. I don't know why but he almost sounded disappointed. "Are you sure I cannot have a talk in private with him~?" He asked like he hadn't asked that at least a million times before.
"I'm certain." I glared at the mortician, quickly returning to my original position as I found that looking backwards made me sicker. Taker wouldn't appreciate another barfing incident.
"Why~?" He whined, putting his hands on his hips with an angry pout as his hair danced in the wind thanks to Biscuit's speed.
"Because you're not going to just talk to him. Tofu told me, you can't trick me." I glared making the mortician pout harder as he mumbled something that sounded a lot like 'traitor'.
"By the way..." I looked around worriedly. "Are you sure Biscuit knows how to get home? I mean... I'm sure they understand what I asked them..." It was the same thing I told them every night before getting ready to sleep, and so far they had seemed to understand. "But I'm not sure if Biscuit knows how to get there... I mean... we're a sea away from England..." as I said that, the port we had arrived in came into view, making me gasp and pat Biscuit's neck in pride.
"So smart! Biscuit is such a good dog, aren't you? Yes you are! Now we only need a boat or something..." I turned to the reaper in askance. He was the expert in... Well, everything.
"Uh... little Lia?" The mortician asked uncertainly, leaving aside his creepy drawl for once.
"Uh?" I turned to the reaper in confusion. Taker rarely if ever used that tone of voice which meant that something was about to go horribly wrong.
"Biscuit is not slowing down." The mortician stated with all the seriousness the situation deserved, making me go still as I looked ahead, seeing the demon hound running staring to the port's murky waters with bullheaded determination.
"Biscuit?" I asked, worried out of my mind. Surely they weren't about to...?
"Uh... goodbye~" Undertaker, the absolute ass, jumped out and left me behind, deciding to just stared at us in fascination now that he wasn't in immediate danger of getting a bath.
"Biscuit, I hope you're not thinking of swimming across... right?" Of course, the dog didn't answer, just kept running. "Biscuit? Biscuit! No! Stop Biscuit! Biscuiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" I wailed in dismay, hanging on tightly to the demon hound preparing to jump.
"Hi hi hi~! Well that is one funny face you are making~!"
"Biscuiiiit!"
Splash!