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HypnoArt - CAN YOU PLEASE THOUGH? I'd be perfectly fine with tossing Medusa Gorgon out the window except she's kinda vital for the plot lmao trust me though, if you wanted to toss her out the window last chapter... oh boy you'd better fasten your seatbelt for this one! Aww you're the eldest sibling! That's awesome. My co-writer actually pretty much adopted my fam and I so writing together for us is pretty easy since we live together lmao but! Written-Anonymously is a couple months older than me, born in the same year so honestly I guess that makes her the eldest sibling now, muahaha. Great, that means I'm the middle child, -_-; - anyway! Please enjoy this chapter.

Prepare for take off!


Deuce and Clawd had been texting 'would you rather' questions back and forth for at least 30 minutes now. It was an excellent way to get to know one another without actually talking. He couldn't call Clawd as his mother was at home and currently prying into his life.

He was ready to start looking up red-eye flights to anywhere but here and re-pack her bags for her. His phone vibrated and his eyes were glued to it instantly.

Would you rather be poor and have true love, or rich and never find love? - Furball

Rather be poor and have true love. 'Cause you're never poor with the right person by your side. As for the money, you can always figure something out. - Deuce

Deuce smiled at his reply, quickly typing away his question to the other.

Would you rather have a horrible job, but be able to retire comfortably in 10 years or have your dream job, but have to work until the day you die? - Deuce

Ooh, that's a good one. I'd rather have a horrible job and retire comfortably because, sure I'd have to endure that temporary hell, but I'd be able to spend the rest of the golden years with my favorite golden one, y'know what I mean? It'd be worth it to make it through that decade for even a few years of quality time, :) - Furball

"So Deuce, how is my favorite ghoulfriend of yours?" Medusa asked as she entered the living room, his eyes were magnetized to that phone again.

"Who?" Deuce inquired not looking up from his phone. Honestly he didn't even really hear what his mother asked, his focus was on the conversation.

Oh I love the sound of that, seems worth it to me. ;) - Deuce

She narrowed her eyes and her snakes hissed lightly. "Cleo de Nile? Your ghoulfriend? Remember her? Deuce, are you well?" It wasn't like him to ignore her. Or maybe she hadn't paid much attention previously? "If you must spew, don't hit my carpets."

Would you rather be able to detect any lie told to you, or get away with any lie you tell? - Furball

"Thanks mom, glad to know you still care." The gorgon stated as he looked away from the screen or a moment.

I would rather get away with a lie. Not. That is a lie. Lmao. I'd wanna know if you're trying to lie to me. - Deuce

That's what I was thinking too-

Medusa grabbed the phone from her son. "Would you pay attention to me and not this damn thing? What's so important on here anyway?" She was about to try and unlock it. "Why do you have this locked? Afraid I'll find a kink of yours that's too embarrassing to tell mommy about?"

"Mom, can I have my phone back please?" The young male reached for his phone, really wishing she would just go away. "Since when do you wanna chat anyway?"

She tried a 4-digit pin and was granted access. He was very predictable, the pin was the date he and Cleo began dating. "You may get it back, you may not. All depends on whether or not your conversations are boring." She held it out of his reach purposely. "Why don't you want to chat? If you have something to hide, I'll find it in your phone."

"Mom, come on. Please." Deuce begged. Last thing wanted was her to go through his phone. There were conversations he hadn't deleted yet.

She scrolled through it quickly, whomever this 'Furball' was, Deuce was quite flirtatious with. A text came in that neither one of them were expecting.

I can't believe I allowed you to dump me, you're an asshole Gorgon – Bitch Face

Medusa handed the phone back to him. "You broke up with Cleo, and renamed her 'bitch face' in your phone?" She blinked for a moment, the shock was written all over her face. "Why didn't you tell me, Deuce?"

"Because you weren't home, you're never home. Hell I don't tell you anything - because I can't!" Deuce hissed as he took his phone back and tucked it into his vest pocket. "I broke it off with her about a week ago. You wouldn't know that, because you weren't here when it happened."

She lowered her gaze. "Deuce… sweetheart I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you may want to seek my guidance… you can't do that from another country." Medusa frowned. "I also hardly meant to hurt you by going through your phone. I just wanted to… get to know you. I don't even know my own son." She looked defeated.

Deuce knew this routine. She would blame herself and say how terrible of a person she was. She'd feign sadness and he was supposed to boost her ego with an 'Oh no mom it's fine, you're the best mom ever' and she'd promise to make it up to him… he was done. Done with her bullshit today and done with her toxic ways.

Allow me to dump you? lol please. Takes one to know one, Cleo

He switched conversation threads and went back to his beloved furball.

Can I come over? I need you.

Deuce bit his lip, he figured he needed to add onto that. It was a bit vague.

It's complicated but my head is all screwed up and I need to talk.

"Deuce?" Medusa called, expecting him to go along with the routine, she was only in the first phase of her bullshit.

"What, mother? You're just sorry that you couldn't find anything on my phone to use against me, not because you did it." All he wanted to do was climb in his car and never return. He kept his gaze on the ground, he couldn't be bothered looking at his own mother. He felt the phone vibrate in his hand, he couldn't help smile knowing it was his beloved wolf. That's when the anger began to grow again, if his mother didn't show up Clawd would still be by his side.

Do you need me to come get you? I will! - Furball

"How dare you paint the ugliest picture of me that you can muster within your mind?" She sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have stopped your therapy. Clearly you still need it. I'll set up an appointment as quick as I can. You have some unresolved issues that need to be taken care of, son." She grabbed her daily planner out of her designer purse.

Babe? - Furball

Deuce faltered for a moment. He had forgotten all about being made to go to therapy… he hated it. What the hell?

He smacked the planner out of his mother's hand, "No mother, I am not going back to therapy!" He said kicking the book under the couch. "I'm not doing that again. I won't." Deuce said nearly in tears.

Please. - Deuce

Medusa grabbed him by his vest and held him against the wall. Her strength was surprisingly great. Her snakes were hissing and she glared into his soul… or so it felt like. "You will never disrespect me like this again, do you hear me?"

He swore he could feel the rage coming from within her. "Respect is earned, mother-"

Slap.

He winced at the contact. On his face was a stinging, beet red hand print. "You seem to have forgotten your place, boy."

The familiar beep of Clawd's car could be heard out front.

"Just go away! Go to Scaris, New Goreleans, Haunt Kong, or somewhere else. Just leave me alone like you always do." Deuce yelled out as he wiggled out of his vest and bolted for the nearest exit. His goal was to make it to the car and his wolf. "Must be refreshing, to see me go for once." He slammed the front door.

He headed straight for Clawd's familiar car and locked himself inside. He was trying to calm himself as he was dangerously close to having a panic attack. "Deuce!"

The wolf took no time in doing a quick 3-point turn and getting the hell away from this place as quickly as possible. It wasn't until they were a few blocks away that the gorgon began to successfully calm down. Clawd held his hand out for Deuce to hold, if he wanted to. He wouldn't push him though.

He flinched slightly, noticing the wolf was offering his hand. "Thank you." Intertwining their fingers, just being beside the other made him feel a lot calmer.

He wondered what happened in there to make Deuce flinch as he did. The red mark on his face, just under his sunglasses brought a whole world of questions to Clawd's mind, though he wouldn't dare ask any of them. He brought the gorgon's hand up to kiss it gently, all while still driving safely.

Deuce always felt safe in any vehicle with Clawd… at first it was due to how he drove but now there was something else. "Do you just want to go back to my place? Is there anything you need me to get for you?" He wasn't sure how long Deuce would be staying, though he didn't mind in the least.

"Honestly, I don't care were we go. As long as I don't gotta go back there." The gorgon informed the other. "Please don't make me go back." The gorgon begged the wolf.

Clawd felt terrible. "I'm sorry Deuce," he spoke softly. "I won't make you do or go anywhere you don't want to. Let's go home." And home to Deuce was anywhere but his own.

(¯`·._(¯`·._(¯`·._( MONSTER HIGH )_.·´¯)_.·´¯)_.·´¯)

"Clawd's gonna get his butt kicked, he wasn't home all night..." Howleen teased in a sing-song voice, though she was probably the last one in the family who just found this tidbit of information out.

Clawdeen was filing her nails, her legs swung over the comfy, swivel chair in the living room. "I knew that."

Howleen frowned. "But where was he though?"

Clawnor had the charging adapter in his hand and was searching for an outlet to plug it in. "At Deuce's house."

Howleen folded her arms over her chest. "Why am I the last to know anything around here?"

"He also like-like's Deuce."

Howleen's eyes widened, her fur on end. "What?"

Clawnor nodded. "That's probably why he didn't come home after dinner last night."

"He was getting frisky with the gorgon?" Clawdeen smiled while continuing to file down her nails. "Go bro."

The front door opened and Clawd entered... Deuce clung on to his arm. No one could pry him from the wolf in that moment.

Deuce nearly jumped out of his skin as they walked through the door an two little fur balls came running towards them. "Clawd's home, Clawd's home, Clawd's home!" The two whirlwinds chanted as they ran around the two older males.

Clawd growled at them, which slowed them down considerably.

"STOP!" Barkley shouted, stopping the twins in their tracks. "Leave your brother alone, go play." Howldon and Howlmilton sulked momentarily before remembering there was a casketball in the backyard.

Deuce still held Clawd's hand tightly.

"Sorry," He quickly apologized to the gorgon. "I didn't think they'd be that happy to see me."

"When you're out gallivanting all hours of the night, you'd be surprised how much your siblings miss you." Howleen mumbled to herself, taking the seat on the sofa next to Clawnor.

Clawnor was slightly upset with Deuce for keeping Clawd overnight, but he couldn't help to notice there was something off. He headed over to the two of them and nudged Deuce's arm lightly.

Deuce wrapped his arm around the youngest pup, "Hey buddy." The gorgon greeted the other. Deuce would never say it out loud but Clawnor was one of his favorite siblings of Clawd's. There was several reasons he was, it started off he wasn't loud like the twins and Howleen. He did care for everyone and adored them all. There was just something about this little guy Deuce was fond of.

"Hi." He greeted in return. He couldn't stay mad at Deuce, especially since Clawd 'like-liked' him now. He figured they'd be seeing a lot more of him.

"Come here boys, Clawnor... sofa, please." Barkley's request made Clawnor flatten his ears. He didn't want to leave them, they just got here. The youngest pup looked up and noticed a bright red mark settling in just under Deuce's sunglasses. Who would ever hit him?

It all made sense to Clawnor now. Clawd was extra protective and that mark was probably the reason why. He nudged Deuce's arm once more before grabbing his handheld game and parked his bottom on the sofa while the boys and Barkley entered the kitchen.

Howleen attempted to follow them when Clawdeen gave her a low growl as a warning. "What?"

"Stay. Here." Clawdeen knew something had gone down, though she wasn't sure of what, that was an awfully suspicious red mark visible on his face. She knew damn well Clawd would never raise his hand in a malicious way - especially to someone he cared about.

Howleen pouted and sat down on the sofa next to Clawnor.