Eidolon Interloper

Chapter 9

One thing Danny was really coming to dislike about this world: everything was so far apart. With the amount of times he'd had to fly between Castle Town and Lake Hylia, he was pretty sure he could draw a map of the route from memory. And that was saying something, since there was literally nothing to look at along the way except a lot of bushes, grass, and rocks.

This alternate universe was so bad it even found a way to make flying boring.

Still, he was undeterred by the long repetitious flights as he flew over Lake Hylia for the third time in as many days. All he had to do was think of his home and his family and it made everything much easier. He could only pray that this mirror was really what he needed.

But how could it not be? Even if, by some cosmic prank, it wasn't the same mirror the Stalfos had mentioned, it went to a world of dead people. There was no possible way that could be anything but the Ghost Zone.

Oh Ancients, please don't let it be anything but the Ghost Zone—

Sometime around noon, he finally spotted Arbiter's Grounds in the distance, examining the building from above. According to Shad, this place had once been a prison for the worst of Hyrule's criminals. He could believe it; the tower cast an imposing figure like an old Roman gladiator arena and had pillars taller than the highest story of Vlad's ugly Wisconsin castle. This combined with the ancient look of its dirty, dilapidated stone walls made it quite intimidating. The constant chill of his ghost sense only confirmed the obvious assumption that anyone would make just by looking at it that this was a haunted place with a dark history.

He headed to the roof again, hoping to find the Sages—but this time, no matter how much he called for them, they didn't answer. The large space of the roof was empty, holding only the large statue he had seen last time. There was no mirror in sight.

With a hint of trepidation, he landed in front of the entrance to the tower. He really wasn't looking forward to traipsing through the ghost-filled remnants of a prison, but what choice did he have? If he was really lucky, maybe some of the ghosts inside would be willing to help him.

The first room caught him off guard. It was filled with sand and lit torches lining the walls, but, even more disturbing was the amount of bones strewn around.

Danny floated over the sandy floors and phased through the door to the next room. As he advanced through each room he found much of the same: crumbling walls and floors dusted with sand and grime, the remains of previous prison occupants scattered about. By one collapsed pillar he found a fully intact rotting corpse wrapped in bandages like a mummy. So intact, in fact, that he half-expected it to jump up and attack him with the enormous sword laying on the ground next to it, no matter how ridiculous that notion might seem. He grimaced and quickly moved on.

Throughout the whole experience, he couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching him, following his journey throughout the building.

He eventually entered a large central room with four torches flickering with an eerie blue light that had an undeniably spectral feel. Of course, almost everything in this place had a somewhat ghostly feeling. But he hadn't seen any actual ghosts yet, so…

Danny shuddered as his ghost sense went off again, and he was once more acutely aware of the sensation of invisible eyes watching him. Clenching his fists to try and suppress his involuntary response to the chill, he glared at his surroundings.

"Hey, whoever's following me, news flash, you're terrible at sneaking! I know you're there!" he growled at the empty air, his voice echoing off the large room's high ceiling. "Just come out already!"

"S'thxlh…"

Whatever he had been expecting, it was not the unnatural hissing sound that bounced off the walls in a way that really didn't make sense with its quiet volume. Danny tensed, initially thinking it was just a whisper—but then he realized that it wasn't just noise. It was a word. How he knew it was a word was a complete mystery, but he somehow perfectly understood its meaning:

Intruder…

Danny had just an instant to react when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned just in time to dodge a scythe slicing the air in front of him. He allowed himself a brief moment to come to terms with the fact that he had narrowly avoided death (or re-death?) before facing his attacker.

In front of him was a ghost, that much was certain. Its body was a monochrome gray, its skin (if it could be called that) stretched like poorly sewn cloth. The proportions were uncomfortably off, its stomach too small, like a doll that wasn't quite stuffed properly, its mouth and eyes covered in eerie stitches. For some reason, its feet, which were nothing more than rounded bulbs, seemed to be stitched to the handle of a lantern that hung below the ghost and shone with the same spectral blue as the torches in the room.

Danny immediately retaliated with a punch of his own, causing the odd ghost to crash into the wall behind him. "Finally decided to show yourself, huh?" he said, preparing an ecto-blast as his enemy shook itself out of its dazed stupor and floated back up. "Now how about you tell me where this mirror is?"

"Ysh chks… khp x kfss p'sf t…"

He frowned. The noises it made were otherworldly, almost more akin to radio static than speech. And yet, the more he thought about it, the more he… understood it?

Get out… this prison is ours…

"What… what are you saying…?" he said, beginning to feel very weirded out. It wasn't even like everything was being translated in his brain—the words just… made sense. Though it took him a moment, like trying to decipher someone speaking on the other side of a noisy room, the meaning crawled out from the depths of his memory without even being asked. It was to the point where even if he wanted it to return to gibberish he couldn't, just as he couldn't simply unlearn English.

The ghost slashed its scythe in his direction again, but for a ghost it was almost hilariously slow and Danny lazily floated to the side to avoid the attack. The ghost screeched in anger and spouted more of those staticky sounds—and once again Danny knew every single word. Which was insane, because they didn't even sound like words. He… really wasn't sure he was comfortable with how instinctive his comprehension seemed to be. It was unnatural.

On the other hand, the ghost had shown no indication that it understood him and instead continued using this language that he'd never heard before. Was it possible that it didn't speak English? He'd never met a ghost that spoke in these strange noises… but he'd also never met a ghost quite like this one. Nor had he even met a ghost from another dimension.

That was all fine… but why could he understand it?

"Lhph s sx t. Ysh chks!" You are not one of us. Leave!

Danny's dad had made the Ghost Gabber that one time. He'd always thought it was stupid. Ghosts didn't have a language… right? Maybe the ones in this world did?

As uncomfortable as he was with the thought that some not-quite-human part of him knew this speech, it was possibly the only way he would ever be able to communicate with this other ghost. He squeezed his eyes shut and carefully gathered his thoughts to try and figured out how to ask about that mirror to the underworld. It took him a moment, but when he opened his mouth, out came "Lhfth kshp'sh?"

He could feel his vocal chords constrict, sound unable to escape, and his throat contract in unfamiliar ways to release uncomfortable rasping sounds. The consonants were harsh on his tongue, rounded with sharp hisses. He had to fight to stop himself from slamming a hand over his own mouth in surprise. Holy crap, he could speak it…

The ghost snarled, slashing its scythe angrily through the air, but thankfully not at Danny this time. He really should not have been so surprised when his words even received a response. "Lhph xf sh lhfth ksh, xts hp'xlh," it hissed. You are asking for the mirror, just like the hunters.

"Hunters?" he repeated in surprise. "Ghost hunters? I mean, uh…" He paused, only half-praying his next words would come out as inhuman static. "K'shksp x… hp'xlh?"

In lieu of an answer, the ghost lunged again. Danny was getting pretty tired of his enemy's fruitless attacks, so he shot the ecto-blast he had been charging. With a monstrous screech, the ghost was once again forced back and it paused, staring at its smoking wound. It was impossible to determine what it was thinking when it glanced back with its emotionless doll-like face.

"Lhsth."

Danny blinked. Despite everything, a translation for this particular word was not immediately forthcoming. Instead it brought to mind some of the more powerful ghosts he'd met, like Clockwork, or Pariah Dark, or… a future that would never exist. Trying to push away those painful thoughts, he opened his mouth to try and ask about it, but the ghost continued.

"Lhph s tsksh sh ys ths. Lhph s sts qtf sh sshp ths," the ghost murmured. "Kh s xf sh lhph ths, tkshs chks kss p'sf ths, lhsth…" You have power. You can stop them. I ask of you, please protect this place, lhsth…

Oh, great. He felt a tug in his core, the part of him that had decided to protect Amity Park, that desired to help others. It didn't help that he already had wanted to scope out these so-called ghost hunters before this ghost even asked him to.

Maybe he should ask for an exchange? "Ksst lhph s… chxs lhsh kh ths… kshp'sh lhfth, kh s… ksfx…" If you tell me where the mirror is, then I'll try. It was way harder to speak than to understand; his mouth felt awkward trying to imitate the sounds. He knew something was wrong with the way he was saying things, but he had no idea what it was.

The ghost seemed distressed at this, bobbing up and down in the air. It was such a significant difference from the aggressive stance it had earlier Danny would have doubted it was even the same ghost. "Sx, kxch chks lhfth ths! Kspsp p's fsp's ssh ths sx tsf," the ghost said. No, avoid the mirror! Those who approach it never return.

"P's kxk… sshp ssch sh… Tpsk k'sk?" he asked. Is that because they go into the Ghost Zone?

The ghost just stared at him blankly in return.

He frowned. Had this ghost never heard of the Ghost Zone? Maybe that had something to do with the fact that it didn't seem to have any powers other than standard flight. Maybe that even explained why it only spoke this eerie ghost language. "Okay, never mind. Kh s s's sh lhfth ths. Thsx sh." I need the mirror. It's important.

The ghost shifted in the air, the lantern at its feet swinging loosely with the movement. "Lhfth s shphks ksk t lhss, chsh thlhxshf sfth shh lhss. Hp'xlh s xktsh sh shf xxf ssh ths. Lhph thshk ysht ssh ths ksst lhph tsxts sh sshp ths." The mirror was on the roof, but it has been a long time since it was seen. The hunters know how to get it. You may find it if you follow them.

Danny nodded, still trying to process what the ghost had just said. Just as he was about to ask another question, the ghost added, "Lhph s ktxksh klhs. Sshp s tsksh sh htst x tflh." You should hurry. They have a wolf's speed.

A wolf?

….Oh no.

oOoOo

"Look, I don't know why you're so opposed to getting rid of that ghost anyway. You tear out Poe souls all the time!"

Link shot Midna a look. "That's different, and you know it."

"It's really not," she drawled, floating lazily in the air next to him. "The Poes are dead, that ghost is dead, the Poes are evil, the ghost is evil—where's the difference? What, just 'cause this guy looks like he's some twelve-year-old makes you go all soft? Not all monsters are ugly, you know."

They were currently trudging back through Arbiter's Grounds after an encounter with Zant. He had brought an entire skeletal monster to life; Link shuddered at the amount of power the usurper seemed to possess.

And worse still, when they arrived on the roof, they discovered that the Mirror of Twilight they sought had already been fractured by Zant. They'd been too late on every front, and now their only hope was possibly collecting the mirror's scattered fragments and praying it could be restored.

Midna had been so distraught that she had even forgone her usual portal back to the entrance, instead opting to walk back. Link had thought that maybe she needed a moment of silence to think, a brief walk to get her emotions under control—but Midna and silence did not go together very well. Very soon she had started talking about the mission the light spirit Lanayru had tasked them with. She knew he was still uneasy about the whole thing, and she was trying to convince him as they passed the remains of one of the Poes within the dungeon that he had defeated earlier.

His mind wandered back to their previous encounter with the ghost, where it floated above Lanayru's spring, staring at them with an expression almost akin to fear before it vanished. Despite Midna's insistence, Link was absolutely unconvinced that this creature was anything like the Poes they had fought.

Yes, Poes were ghosts, and he certainly believed that this boy was one too. But Poes were creepy, silent spirits who only appeared in the dark and always carried lanterns. Poes looked like haunting monsters, while this boy was so convincingly normal that Link and Midna almost mistook him for a human the first time they met him. Poes also couldn't be seen by normal people. Poes couldn't talk and display emotions that seemed far too real. And perhaps most worryingly, Poes also couldn't fight off light spirits or instantly freeze a whole spring.

"Something just seems wrong," Link finally replied. "Why didn't he attack us in the Twilight Realm when we met him? And why was he trying to help that girl?"

Midna raised an eyebrow. "Um, did you forget that that girl died? He didn't do a great job of helping her. Maybe he was just trying to gain our trust. And did he ever say how she got hurt? He probably attacked her himself!"

She looked to Link for validation, but he simply gave a non-committal hum.

She scoffed. "I mean, it was trying to find Zelda, remember? Who knows what it would have done to her?"

He did not respond; pushing her on that subject was a lost cause. He knew that she would never admit it, not in a million years, but Midna was extremely protective of Zelda, even before the princess had sacrificed her own power to save Midna's life.

By this point, they were almost back to the main chamber, where he had collected the flames that the four Poes had stolen in order to open the door. The air was slowly getting colder as they approached, and Link fought down a shudder.

He turned to Midna to ask her opinion on the sudden chill, but he paused at the look on her face. Her expression had become fierce.

"Wait," she hissed out quietly. "Do you hear that?"

He stopped, and listened. Sure enough, just barely above the sounds of skittering rats and other creatures who had made their home in the abandoned prison, was a nearly voiceless whisper. The sound was grating and unfamiliar, warbling unnaturally in the air and sending a shiver up his spine.

They both paused, listening with equal parts curiosity and unease, as the otherworldly sounds were responded to by another, slightly less inhuman voice. There was a brief silence, and then—

Midna flew into the room.

With a mental curse and a failed attempt to grab her with a swipe of his arm, he quickly followed her trail as she disappeared beyond the doorway.

A figure turned with a high-pitched yelp, whirling away from the empty corner it was facing. "Where did you—oh."

It was the same ghost boy who they had just been discussing, and he looked disappointed but not surprised to see them. The soft glow that surrounded his body his body made him stand out starkly in the dim lighting of the chamber. "Great, it's you."

"Great, it's the twelve-year-old monster," Midna mocked.

The ghost looked bewildered—and rather offended. "T-Twelve? I'm sixteen!"

"Twelve, sixteen, whatever. Doesn't really matter to me with you humans and your short lifespans." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, wait. You're not human, are you? And when were you going to tell us that?"

He frowned at the accusation. "It's not like I was hiding it or anything," he said shortly. "Why does it matter? You're not human either!"

"It matters when the dead are wandering around and attacking light spirits!"

Link watched the ghost's reaction carefully as he (it?) winced. "L-Look, that was all a misunderstanding. The spirit attacked me first and I had to defend myself."

Midna snorted. "I mean, I don't like Lanayru much, either..." Link took note of the waver in her voice—something he only noticed because of the ridiculous amount of time he had spent with her over the course of their journey. He felt a wave of sympathy; the spirit's attack on her was clearly affecting her more than he had thought. "…but you wouldn't just be attacked by an ancient spirit of good for no reason."

It groaned. "Yeah, that's what I thought too, until it happened. I don't know what its problem was. All I said was I was trying to get home…" It shook its head. "No, no, that's not the point, okay? I'm sorry about what happened with the light spirit. Can we move past that? I, uh… was actually hoping you could help me."

"The last time we helped you, someone died," Link pointed out.

"Yeah, and I was trying to save her!" The ghost threw its hands up in the air in a sign of frustration and scowled at Link. "Who even are you? You weren't there! What happened to that wolf?"

Link opened his mouth… and then closed it. He wasn't sure how to answer that question, actually.

Fortunately, Midna, as always, was happy to speak up. "This guy is my servant," she said haughtily. Link fought down a frustrated sigh.

"Your servant?" It regarded them both with a skeptical raised eyebrow. "…Okay, whatever. Anyway, someone told me you guys were looking for a mirror that can go to the underworld. Is that true?"

Both Midna and Link immediately stiffened, exchanging grim glances. Link knew she was thinking the same thing as him. Lanayru's warnings flashed through his mind. This ghost had been asking where to find Zelda, and now it was asking about what could only be the Mirror of Twilight. It could not possibly be a coincidence that its goals once again just happened to align perfectly with theirs.

Link placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, and he could faintly sense the now-familiar feeling of Twilit magic gathering around Midna. "Who told you that? Did someone send you?" she growled. "Was it Zant?"

"What?" The ghost seemed confused by their sudden hostility. "No one sent me. A ghost told me. Is Zant a ghost?"

"Really?" she hissed. "We've spent all day in this place, and not a single ghost has spoken."

"Right, because I'm sure people that the ghosts refer to as hunters were totally willing to sit down and have a chat," the ghost muttered. Then louder, it said, "I just want to go home. And someone told me the mirror can get me there."

"And asking a light spirit about the princess of Hyrule also somehow relates to you going home?"

"Um." The ghost blinked. "Yes, actually."

"No," Midna shot back. "I don't believe you. And if you think that we're going to let you get anywhere near that mirror after what Zant has already done to it, you're more stupid than I thought!"

She released her magic.

It sailed through the air like a bolt of lightning, an attack Link had only seen once, when Midna had freed him from the Hyrule dungeons. The ghost looked stricken—before it blinked out of sight. The attack continued its path into the roof of the prison with a crash.

"It's still here. Find it, Link!" she demanded.

How, he was about to ask, but she was already withdrawing the Shadow Crystal and—oh, right. He would be able to see even an invisible enemy with a wolf's senses!

Zant's dark magic hit him and he transformed with the all-too-familiar sensation of bones cracking, reforming, senses expanding and instincts changing. He quickly spread out his senses, sniffing at the air until he found the source of the uncomfortable scent of decay that surrounded all of the ghosts. He briefly allowed himself to consider how this ghost felt slightly different from the Poes, with a scent of death that was both stronger than theirs but also diluted with an odd tinge of warmth.

"What the heck?" the ghost's voice gasped. "You're the—"

Link pounced.

His lupine jaws clenched around the arm of the ghost, easily snatching it from the air. The ghost yelped in surprise, flickering back into visibility as they tumbled back to the ground. Link dug his teeth in harder, ignoring the rotten, acrid taste of the liquid that was seeping from the wound. He flicked his head, prepared to tear out a large chunk of whatever this ghost had instead of flesh—but suddenly the arm was no longer in his grasp. The ghost had somehow phased straight through his bite and had quickly backed up to hover several meters away.

So it had another thing in common with the Poes. That was fine; Link had experience fighting incorporeal enemies. In order to attack, they would also have to become tangible… and that would be his chance to strike.

The ghost clutched the wound that was dripping with an unearthly green substance to its chest. The look on its face had become dark, its glowing eyes intimidating enough that Link had a moment to wonder if provoking the creature really had been the wrong move after all.

"I am so done," the ghost snarled, "with everyone in this world trying to attack me!"

The final two words echoed with an inhuman wail that pushed Link and Midna back, flying into the wall behind them. The building rumbled, stone pieces loose from age tumbling to the ground from the ceiling and walls, and Link's heart skipped a beat as he feared Arbiter's Grounds would crumble down on top of them.

By the time he and Midna managed to regain their footing and look up, the ghost had disappeared. He frantically searched the room for it.

"I didn't even do anything!" The ghost boy's voice was suddenly right next to him. Though Link tried to turn, he was hit with a blast of energy that sent him careening across the room once more. He let out a pained whine; he could smell the burnt fur on his side and felt the seared flesh beneath. He shook it off, standing with bared teeth, lips curled into a snarl as he faced his opponent.

"What part of 'you attacked a light spirit' do you not understand?" Midna demanded. She fired off another wave of Twili magic. To their surprise, the ghost merely raised its hand—and created a glowing shield in mid-air. The blast was harmlessly absorbed into the green substance.

Midna and Link stared in shock. Just what in Farore's name was this creature?

It gave them no time to ponder this as its hand glowed a deadly green. "It was self-defense," it growled. "Because literally everyone in this world seems to want me more dead for some reason." The blast was sent toward Midna, and she managed to swing out of the way. What she didn't expect was the speed with which the ghost could create these attacks, and she failed to notice two more coming her way.

Link barked to warn her—but it was too late. The blasts hit her and she gasped, falling to the ground.

Link started to rush to her side—but then he noticed something strange. Her body was glowing green, the same color as the blasts, and she seemed to hold up her hand in wonder… as her body suddenly faded, as if it were suddenly see-through.

The ghost boy seemed just as stunned, and it floated in mid-air, an unreleased magic blast glowing above its hand.

Link saw his opportunity.

He leapt again at the distracted ghost, this time aiming for its chest where the Poes kept the most vulnerable part of their souls. This time he connected, latching on with another powerful bite, ignoring the uncomfortable shivers that racked his body. Biting this ghost was like dunking his head into a freezing river.

The ghost screamed in pain and phased through his grasp again, but Link allowed himself to fall to the ground, satisfied. The ghost had backed away again, panting. An odd thing for someone who was dead to do, but panting nonetheless. He was slightly dismayed that the ghost didn't seem nearly as injured as he hoped, but at least he seemed to be tiring it out.

"All I did was ask for help." The ghost's voice cracked, and it sounded almost so broken that Link nearly wanted to comfort it. But a quick glance at Midna still writhing with the aftereffects of the ghost's magic stole his sympathy.

"We will… never help you," Midna spat as she twitched, green sparks making their way over her skin. "Not after Zant left it in shards!"

The ghost boy froze. It was uncanny, the way its body completely stilled; even its breathing had stopped. "Wait… shards?"

"Like you don't know!" she snarled. "Zant broke it into tiny pieces! All that's left is the stupid frame on the roof!"

"Broken? No… no, it can't be broken…" Its attention had completely drifted away from them, expression exceedingly horrified. "I was just up there, and there was no mirror…"

"Obviously you didn't look hard enough," Midna said bitterly. "It was under the statue."

"No…" The ghost clenched its hands and Link felt the room chill even further, tiny ringlets of frost crawling across the floor. "You're wrong!"

The ghost vanished.

Link nearly jumped in surprise—and then quickly spread out his senses, using his sensitive ears and nose to try and get an idea of where the ghost may have gone. However, it seemed like he had truly left this time. The only evidence of his presence was the rubble that had crumbled during their fight and the small drops of green liquid that had bled from its wounds.

Finally lowering his guard, Link hurried over to Midna, reaching out for the Master Sword's presence to transform himself back into a Hylian as he went. He quickly helped her up. "Are you okay?

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." The energy that had surrounded her had vanished, and as she stood up she waved off his support. "What about the ghost?"

"He… it flew away. I couldn't sense it anymore."

"Damn it!" She stomped her foot on the ground before floating up and crossing her arms in midair. "We were so close! Now we'll have to find it again!"

Link considered pointing out that they really hadn't found it this time, and rather stumbled upon it by complete chance. But Midna's angry grumbling told him it might be better to hold his tongue for that.

"First the mirror… now this…" Midna's shoulders slumped, and Link had a rare moment where he could see how much all of this was weighing on her. It lasted for so long that Link almost considered reaching out and offering sympathy—but then in an instant, her façade was snapped back in place, her careless exterior back.

"Never mind. We'll find it again, no problem. Right, wolf-boy?" She let out her signature giggle, and if it sounded a little more forced than usual, Link wasn't going to say anything.

"I think we need to prepare first," Link said. "The ghost had some powers that I have never seen before."

"Right…" Midna scowled at the reminder. "How did it even get that kind of magic? None of the Poes can create energy blasts like that. It was much stronger than any ghost we've ever seen before! And it did something strange to me. For a moment, I felt like I wasn't solid anymore…" She frowned, and then stood in silence for a moment, lost in thought. Midna finally snapped her fingers. "Hey, I know! What if we asked that Jovanni guy you told me about? He knew some stuff about ghosts, right?"

"Well… I guess so…" Jovanni was a man that Link had met briefly in Castle Town while Midna was out of commission due to the light spirit's attack as forced by Zant. He had apparently made a deal with some Poes for wealth and been cursed to be frozen as a golden statue. Despite being a wolf at the time, the man had begged Link to help by collecting Poe souls. According to Jovanni, if he collected enough of those souls then he might be able to break the curse.

"Perfect. We have to go to Castle Town to stock up anyway." She smirked, and began floating away, glancing back over her shoulder. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

With a sigh, Link followed her as they continued making their way to the entrance of the dungeon.

oOoOo

They weren't wrong.

Even though Danny had checked the roof earlier, somehow it had changed in the scant time he had been within the prison. The statue on top had disappeared and was replaced with what was unmistakably a mirror frame.

He landed a few feet away and stared. It was vaguely circular, although only the bottom half seemed to remain. A tiny section of the mirror's glass was still present in the corner as the only evidence of what this object might once have been. The rest was completely gone. Through the dirtied and cracked remaining surface, he could faintly see the warbled reflection of his glow and blank expression.

He was unable to tear his eyes away or move any closer. He couldn't stand the thought of moving forward to touch it… because if he did… that would mean this was real.

The mirror, the first thing he'd found that had been a guaranteed connection to the Ghost Zone… was broken, and its pieces were nowhere to be found.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! It was the longest one so far, and probably one of my favorites. ^^

So, ghost language is one of my favorite headcanons. I'm into conlanging (making up languages) and a friend asked me to make a language for ghosts and demons for his RP. But I realized how perfect it would be for DP so it's here! The language is called k'shkst and I've laid out all of the basics for phonology and simple grammar. If you're interested, let me know; I did a write up of it on reddit!

Thanks to aniura, Hazama_d20, and fordtato for betaing this! Aniura is writing a fic called Just Fourteen here on ffn, and Hazama and fordtato are writing on AO3 (though fordtato writes for Gravity Falls lol). Please check them out; they're wonderful writers!

And thank you again for all your support. This is now my most-followed and most-favorited story! I'm so grateful! :D

Words: 5,274

Published: October 13th, 2020