Chapter 18 - Mistake, Butterflies, and a Crippling Sense of Deja Vu

AN:

Oni: We're ba-ack!

Garry: Indeed, though I am still put out that we need to go through the dungeon.

Harry: It's like you WANT to prolong our pain and suffering.

Oni: Guys, no sacrifice, no victory. You'll get through it, I promise.

Harry: With my sanity intact?

Oni: ...That's up for debate.

Garry: Oh Merlin...

Oni: ANYways... the disclaimer.

Sirius: Oni does not own Harry Potter or Ib. Most of the first ten chapters were written by Lindsey, but the bits and pieces, along with the backstory and OCs, are all Oni's. Now, if you don't mind, I have a meeting with the Empress in Oni's other fic, good luck!

Oni: Aaaand ONWARDS!

"Well, isn't this a sense of déjà vu."

"No...no way..."

Yes, the walls were still pitch black, yes the floor was still black, and yes it was still unmistakably dark. However, both Garry and Harry immediately recognized where they were. The window near the grey door they just came out of gave both of them bad memories as they robotically began to walk to the side, stopping before the painting that brought the two boys together in the first place.

"The Lady in Blue..." Garry breathlessly read the inscription, clutching the blue rose in his pocket tighter, "I remember now... those were the stairs that lead into the other...Gallery..."

"Let's just hope this one doesn't start chasing us..." Harry muttered.

"I don't think she will. I don't feel anything coming from her, it's just a normal painting." Mary replied, eliciting sighs of relief from the two boys.

The trio started to walk to the other side when they passed the window that the Lady had smashed out of hours ago (only hours? It felt like he was in this Gallery for days...) only to hear the trickling of liquid down the pane. Harry's head snapped around to see red fluid leaking outside the window.

"Oh Merlin..."

They rushed back inside the door, to find that the stairs had disappeared and the empty vase... was no longer empty. The vase was now filled to the brim with red fluid, some spilling over and pooling around the base and flowing down the table leg.

"Why is there blood in the vase...?" Garry whispered, absolutely horrified.

"Wait! There's something written on the table with the red stuff!" Mary cried, and pointed to the table where some of the blood had formed letters.

"Painting's Vase...! Ah, this must be what Guertena was talking about."

Giddily, Mary fished out her yellow rose and plopped it into the vase full of blood. As if it were a straw, the blood was sucked into the rose, which shrunk in response, and something was changing inside the vase. Soon the vase was filled with not blood, but rich brown soil, which gave off an earthly, real smell. There was a small sprout in the center, which could only be Mary's rose. Mary clapped her hands in glee, and both boys sighed in relief. There's one task over with...

Deciding that there was nothing more to be done in the room, the three of them once again walked through the door, this time going the other way. While the entrance to the rest of the previous Gallery wasn't there, a door where there was just blank wall now stood, flanked by two notices. On the left was another vase with a little water, with both boys took advantage of before reading the notices.

You and the rose are unified.

Know the weight of your own life.

When the rose wilts, so too will you rot away.

"It's just like before... it looks like we can only move forward... let's do our best!" Garry said as they walked through the next grey door.

The next room definitely had a similar atmosphere to the other Gallery, but there was also the sense of finality, as if the end of their quest was coming to an end, the final chapter. The walls and floor this time were a light brown with two paintings on the wall, one depicted a hand closing a red curtain and was titled "Concealed Secret", and the other was a rose stalk in an abstract landscape titled "Deja Vu". Garry and Harry agreed wholeheartedly with the second painting. Mary was walking in awe as she marveled at this new area, excited to see what was ahead. On the other side of this short brown corridor was an orange door.

They were now at the corner of another strange room. The choices were to got up some stairs, or go left. The second option was blocked by a giant blue-green-grey snake, which had come out of its painting and was slumbering on the floor.

"A-A snake... Sure is big. Let's not wake it up." Garry said.

"Yeah, it reminds me of the Basilisk I had to fight last year, I wouldn't want to wake it up to find out if I'm right..."

"Aww but it's so cute, sleeping like that..." Mary pouted, but nonetheless did not make a move to stir the snake from its deep slumber.

With nothing else to go by, the trio went up the stairs, only to see an opening on the right side, revealing a side room. This room held five pictures, the first was a painting of red balls and had a red frame, the second was a painting of a book in a blue frame. The writing on the book was visible and said "Everyone goes to sleep at night..."

"I wonder if that's a clue to something..." Harry mused, the Gallery was starting to get to him, and he could feel himself going giddy because he was very sure that if he learned half of the Gallery's crazy tricks he could beat Voldemort with no problem whatsoever.

The third painting was of a shark in a yellow frame, and the fourth was a painting of a steaming cup of tea in a violet frame. However, the steam could be seen coming out of the frame, and it actually gave off the aroma of tea.

"Tea..." Harry said wistfully, drinking in the delicious smell.

"Oh, so this is what tea smells like!" Mary piped up, curious.

"It smells wonderful... but... Don't you think this is such a tease?" Garry muttered, sighing, "If only this were real tea..."

"I'm with you there Garry, nothing better than a nice hot cuppa after what we've been through." Harry chuckled, causing the older teen to look at him strangely.

"This Gallery really is getting to you." the metamorphmagus deadpanned, "If we don't hurry and get you out I'm worried you'll be driven mad..."

The final one was a painting of a hole in the ground in a Slytherin-green frame. Shrugging, they went out of the room and up another bout of stairs. On this level was a painting that seemed to be splattered in green, the inscription reading "A Spectacle of Blood", and a large, hole that was too wide to cross.

"Well... now what?" Garry groaned, glaring at the hole.

"Last time there was a jagged hole in the ground, there was a... MARY TO YOUR LEFT!"

Mary looked to the left to find nothing, until she confusedly looked down. There, at her feet, was a very small white ant.

"i'm a white ant." the little ant said, "i can't cross this hole. i wanna go home."

Feeling bad for the little critter, Harry pondered. Mary was searching for something to help the little ant, and Garry thought about the ant's words.

"Harry, Mary, that painting of a hole in the ground... I think that was a painting of an anthill."

"That would make sense..."

"What's an anthill?"

As they trotted back to the side room, Garry explained to Mary what an anthill was. As his two Gallery friends were debating on why it would be a bad idea for Mary to live in an anthill, Harry grabbed the picture, feeling a sense of deja vu as he remembered the self portrait of the little black ant. Walking back, trying not to laugh as Garry got rather animated with explaining the size difference between Mary and the ant, Harry heard the little white ant remark.

"hey, that's my home. put it down for me."

Nodding, the raven haired child complied, placing the painting down across the hole and making a bridge.

"oh, there's a way back now. i'll go home then."

The boy politely stepped back to let the ant crawl into the hole. He beckoned to a triumphant Mary and an incredulous Garry.

"Hey guys! We can cross now!"

Mary skipped over while Garry calmly walked, but the girl's face fell when she realized that she couldn't actually fit in the hole for the anthill. Garry just rolled his eyes and crossed the painting as Harry chuckled at his friend's antics. On the other side was a painting with the title "Hard-to-Wake Man"

"Sounds like my brother..."

"How hard is he to wake?"

"Rule Number One in the Black Household: No matter what is going on, NEVER try to wake up Sebastian before seven in the morning."

"That bad?"

"You have no idea."

They passed an opening which had a door on the other end, but had two large roses, the first one pink and the second blue, that were bobbing side to side as if dancing. The inscription on the plaque read "Stubborn Twins". There was room on either side to shimmy past them, but Harry, knowing this crazy Gallery, knew there was a catch. Mary tried to go through one of the ways, but was snatched away by Harry just in time to see the vine on the pink rose lash out as the flower head dipped as if to devour any hapless victim that came across it. Shakily they passed a painting called "A Place Out of Reach" to find another painting near the corner that depicted an unlit candle and yet was called "Light Within the Canvas".

"Maybe we have to find the light..." Mary offered, and both boys agreed with this logic.

The trio walked down the stairs and turned to find a large painting that depicted a silhouette on a dark blue background, holding a knife with a pink heart shaped mark on its chest. It was titled "Stirred Up". On the other side of this painting was an orange door, which Harry reached out and turned the handle and giddily realized it was unlocked.

"Yes..." he whispered under his breath, to Garry's horror.

On the other side of the door, however, was pitch black. Harry couldn't see even the glasses on his face.

"Woah, it's dark..." Harry and Mary heard Garry say, "It'd be dangerous to wander blindly through this." They could actually feel the older teen frown, until, "Ah, but times like these are why I have my lighter..."

Garry spun the wheel of his lighter, but nothing flared.

"Hm?"

He spun the wheel a few more times, but still there was no light.

"...Sorry Harry, Mary. Looks like it ran out of oil..."

"We'll leave for now then." Harry's voice rang out, "We wouldn't want to get ambushed here."

They quickly left the room, and the door closed behind them. A few steps away was a rather large an abstract clock, with a black empty space in the center framed by a gray rectangle. On the left side was a red sun with blue swirls between the red rays, and on the top right was a crescent moon that encircled a starry night. The moon looked to be smiling creepily at them. Two pendulum legs hung down, and they actually looked like legs, with grey high heels on. The plaque underneath was just a blank plate.

"Is this... a clock?" Garry gasped, "I've never seen one so big!"

"It doesn't look like it's working though." Mary added, "...I wonder what that black thing is the middle is..."

They continued to find that they were now on the other side of the slumbering serpent, and the door they saw that it was barring the way from. Walking inside, the trio found themselves in a room littered with boxes. Two walls stood on the middle of the area, with an opening for one person in the middle.

On the left hand side was a painting of a brown haired man in white clothing, but there was a large black scribble in front of his face. The plate beneath it had the one word title of "Mistake".

"Putting a 'mistake' in a frame and giving it a title..." Garry mused aloud, "...How strange."

"Maybe he was being lazy...he did that with one called 'Untitled'!" Mary piped up.

"True... but maybe he just didn't want all that hard work to go to waste?" Harry wondered.

On the right wall was some writing in yellow paint, which said "My heart goes to art. My spirit goes to my creation."

"Well, the Gallery is full of his soul, not to mention that Mary and I are his horcruxes..." Garry mused aloud.

A little ways away was the other half of the large snake, which the trio carefully made their way around, before Harry turned around again. He wondered why the snake's tail was here, unless...

"I think we should pull the tail. That way we can cross to the other side easier."

"Should we...?" Garry muttered in reply, "What if it wakes up?"

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

The three of them grabbed a hold of the large snake tail, and pulled. Soon they had a long tail that was still unmoving, which meant the snake had not woken up. They all breathed a sigh of relief at that.

Further up, after they passed between the two walls, was a small area fenced away by boxes. Inside this area were two small bookcases with a stool in between them sitting up against the wall, and a small hole was situated on the bottom right corner of the space. Above the stool, hanging on the wall, was a portrait of a white ant, almost identical to the black ant portrait in the areas of the Gallery. Running along the ground was the little white ant, and he seemed to be guarding an orange key. Due to them not being able to call upon the ant or move the boxes, the three of them turned to the entrance of the stairs, and on the wall next to it was a sign that read "Collection". Now that they were closer, Harry could hear the sound of something whooshing through the air. Garry picked up on this too, and the three children looked at each other.

"I'm scared..." Mary whispered, as she was not used to the Gallery, her home causing her harm.

"Wait here then. I'll go instead." Harry said, but just as he was about to run up the stairs, he was stopped by Garry grabbing his arm, his eye now a deep teal.

"No. I'll go. I've had a few years of experience, I have three more petals and I... I'm prepared now. Besides, you really shouldn't be risking your neck like that without a thought...It's rather unhealthy."

Harry numbly nodded as Garry walked up the stairs. Looking around the corner, the teen realized that the objects they had heard were needled, collector's needles for those studying insects. These ones, however, were large enough to pin Garry down with a single needle. Garry studied the ones flying in his path, watching the timing, and synced himself to that rhythm. He bolted, easily missing the next needle that had come flying and watched as it hit the wall, dissolving into nothingness when it did. The teen went up the two steps and did the same for the next flying needle, noticing that this time it passed through the wall, and realized that it was going in the path of the first batch of needles that he had passed. The third batch of needles were flying at a faster speed, so Garry watched the timing and then bolted again, running up two more steps of stairs. The corridor had now turned narrow, and if the purple haired wizard even so much as stretched his elbows they would be hitting the walls. Ahead was the final batch of flying needles, and they were zooming at an alarming speed, and there was no way he would be able to avoid them peeking around the corner carefully so that he wasn't unsuspectedly slugged by a giant needle, Garry noticed a gray rose-shaped ceramic plate on the ground. 'Maybe I have to break it?' wondered the teen in his mind, before he heaved a sigh. 'Well, all or nothing... Here goes nothing!'

He timed his movements carefully, waiting until he knew he would be able to reach the plate without getting hit, then sprinted around the corner. As soon as his foot hit the plate, it shattered, and the needle that had been flying towards his face disappeared. Garry let out a sigh of relief, and turned around.

"Harry! Mary! It's alright now!"

Soon enough the two younger children rushed up the stairs, Harry instantly going to Garry's side to check for injuries. Garry just rolled his eyes and took out his rose.

"Harry, I'm just fine. See? I didn't lose any of my petals." the raven haired boy let out a sigh of relief.

The highest part of the room was just a relatively narrow area, with three holes in the middle where the needles were dispensed, now completely empty. On the right was a painting of a bright blue sky with fluffy clouds, titled "Beyond Halcyon Skies" and on the left was what looked like a wall installment titled "Imprisoned Flame". Looking closer, however, showed that the wall installment was actually moving, the fire-shaped butterfly had needles pinning its wings against the wall.

"That looks incredibly uncomfortable..." Garry remarked, with Harry nodding as they both grimaced.

"Poor butterfly!" Mary exclaimed, trotting in front of the butterfly and carefully pulling the needles out.

As soon as she did so, the butterfly fluttered against the wall for a few seconds, as if in disbelief of its freedom, before circling the trio a few times and flying away. Shrugging to each other, the trio made their way down again, noticing the flame butterfly fluttering around. It flew near them and, out of reflex for catching golden shiny things with wings, Harry's hands clasped over the little thing, careful not to hurt it. The butterfly was warm, and its wings looked like real fire. Seeing as it wasn't struggling to get out of his grip, Harry assumed that the butterfly was part of the elaborate puzzle scheme that Gallery had going on.

They continued down the steps, and were just about to pass the two standing walls when Harry and Garry heard the all too familiar clash and clatter that signaled that a painting had just come to life. Startled, both boys grabbed Mary's hands, to her confusion, and sprinted out of the room as fast as possible, vaguely noting that the Mistake painting was now out of his frame and walking around. They slammed the door, hoping that this painting couldn't open doors, and let go of Mary's hands.

"That was scary..." Mary mumbled, "Is this what you guys had to go through in the Gallery?"

The two boys nodded numbly, before turning their attention to the snake's head that was still fast asleep.

"How sleepy is this snake...?" asked Garry.

"I'm not too sure, but I'm certain this thing is a baby Basilisk. There is no other explanation."

They walked back up the stairs and around the bend, and were just about to pass the Stubborn Twins again when Harry felt the butterfly fight his grip. Alarmed, he let it go from his hand, and watched it fly away. When they walked further, the trio noticed something different. The candle painting now had a butterfly shaped flame, which was still flapping its wings contently. Harry went to touch the painting, to find that it could be removed from the wall. Garry held the painting as they walked around again, deciding to try that pitch black room a second time.

"Harry, Mary, look! This candle painting is giving off light...!" Garry gasped, "Who knows how... But we can see a little bit ahead of us, at least... Let's be careful!"

Navigating proved to be a little difficult, with unmovable cardboard boxes everywhere, creating a large maze. At intervals, they would find canvases that contained a single digit number painted with a different color, which they noted down because they were obvious clues, at least to Harry's mind. He had noted down a green 1, a red 7, an orange 8, and a violet 9. They found a plaque on the far right corner of the room, next to the canvas with a blue 2, which read "Prelude to Wine". Not being able to see it, with such little light, Garry raised the painting higher so that they could see the painting. It was a painting of some grapes, some hanging out from the frame.

"'Prelude to Wine'..." Garry stated, "Grapes are perhaps best known for making wine, yes."

"You know what they're also good for Garry?" Harry asked conspiringly, trading looks with Mary.

"What?" Garry asked, confused.

"Eating!" Mary squealed, pointing at the fact that they were hanging out of the frame.

Garry noticed this and smiled at them.

"Very well..." Garry put the painting down for a moment and was able to pluck a bunch of grapes from the painting, and the three of them split the grapes around, relishing in the taste and crispness of the fruit.

And you know, sating the hunger that the Gallery had been teasing them about for so long.

After they finished their snack the trio wandered a little more, before finding another plaque next to a canvas with a yellow 3. It read "Alarm for the Clock", and when Garry raised the candle painting, it revealed that there was a switch. Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Garry reached out and flipped the little red switch. There was a little ding as the slide reached the other end, but nothing else happened.

While they were walking back, Garry accidentally bumped a white vase that was on a table, knocking it over and making it crash loudly to the floor.

"HYEEEAAAHHH!" Garry screamed, causing Harry and Mary to cover each other's mouths to prevent themselves from laughing at their friend's expense.

"M-My word... Are you two okay?" asked Garry when he gained his composure.

"We're fine." They replied in unison.

"Good..." he sighed, "You're amazing, you know. I thought my heart was going to fly out of my mouth!" It was getting more difficult to hold their laughter in, but then Garry spoke again.

"...It only made it to my throat."

That was the tipping line, and both Harry and Mary broke into peals of laughter, much to the distress of the eldest teen.

"I'm...sorry...Garry...but...th-that... was too funny..." Harry said as he tried to gain composure and failing spectacularly.

"Only...made it...to his throat..." Mary wheezed, which made Harry in turn double over in even more laughter.

Garry rolled his eyes fondly at the two of them and sighed. This Gallery was getting to him, yes, but he gained two new siblings out of it, he supposed. Grabbing the two cackling youngsters by the shoulders, the wizard in the torn coat led them out of the room.

The black thing in the middle of the clock was now replaced by an actual clock face, with a red center and black hour and minute hands. The plate was no longer blank, reading "Truant Seconds Hand". Below the plate was a panel to input a five digit number.

"Well now we know what those numbers are for..." Garry muttered.

"What's the order though?" Mary wondered aloud.

Harry took the scrap of paper from his pocket, with the numbers and colors written down. There were six numbers, but only five slots, so one of the numbers were to throw them off. But what could possibly be the order of the numbers? Harry looked at the numbers and colors again. They were oddly familiar... what could be the most abstract order that even Voldemort would be driven crazy by?

Then it hit him. The colored frames in the side room. In order, they were red, blue, yellow, violet, and green. If they corresponded with the colors, then the code would be 72391. It was pure genius if that was the answer, so while Garry and Mary were still lost in thought, Harry gave his logic a try.

One of the legs started ticking, and the hands grew thrice their size. With the way the room dimmed, it had to have changed into nighttime. Harry pumped his fist in the air, ecstatic that he got the puzzle right. Thinking back to the logic puzzle during the race to get to the Philosopher's Stone, Harry briefly wondered if Hermione would be proud of his logical reasoning skills now. Garry startled as the candle disappeared and the butterfly was once again set loose.

"Guess it's not needed anymore..." the older teen thought aloud.

Walking back up the stairs, the trio realized that the Stubborn Twins were curled around themselves, as if asleep. Testing it out, Garry carefully prowled past them, easily making it to the other side. The door, however, was locked. Harry glared at the offending slab of painted wood, how dare it be locked...

Garry and Mary slowly backed away from the angry thirteen year old, but Harry soon regained his cool. There has to be a simple way to get the key...

Passing over the anthill again, Harry looked down to realize the white ant was out and about again.

"i'm hungry. i want something to eat." it said, "something sweet would be great."

Harry tiled his head, something sweet... The ant spoke up again.

"do you know about stars?" Harry nodded at it, "they're sweet and tasty food in the sky."

"Food...?" Garry wondered aloud.

"Where are we going to get stars from?" Harry groaned, "We've looked everywhere... I don't remember seeing a painting of stars..."

"Wait!" Mary cried, "That painting of the blue sky! Blue skies are in the daytime, but its night now, right? So doesn't that mean the painting might have changed to a night sky?"

The two boys stared at Mary in disbelief.

"That...sounds entirely plausible..." Garry slowly replied.

"Let's go then!" Harry cheered.

After a near miss with the Mistake painting, the trio was able to make it back to the top area of the room, and lo and behold, instead of the blue sky filled with clouds, the painting now had a night sky filled with stars. The title of the painting had changed to "Overfilled Night Sky", and the stars in the frame swayed a little.

"It's a very pleasant piece." Garry noted, "If only Guertena had just painted things like this..."

"I second you on that!" Harry joked.

"But what about me?" Mary asked.

"True, Mary's a good one."

Mary looked at the stars, before taking ahold of the frame and shaking it. One of the stars fell from the painting, and into Harry's surprised hands.

"Stardust..." Garry breathed, "Well, you don't see that everyday..."

Harry leaned down and sniffed it. It had a sweet aroma.

"This must be what the ant was looking for. Let's get it back to him."

Narrowly missing the Mistake painting for the third time, the trio ran back up to the little ant.

"oh. that's a star. i love those. i want it." said the ant, and happily Harry complied, placing the shard of stardust on the floor next to the little white ant.

"...It looks more like candy than a star to me..." Mary noted.

"True, but stardust is a rare phenomenon, so I can't be too sure what it really is like..." Garry replied,

"yaaay. thank you." said the ant, who chowed down on the piece of stardust so fast that it was gone in the blink of an eye, before giving a cute little burp and lifting his head to the trio, "wait a moment."

The ant crawled back into the anthill, only to come out a few seconds later with the orange key they saw earlier.

"gift."

Harry picked up the key giddily and kissed it.

"I've been waiting for you, my precious..." the raven haired boy said, caressing the key.

Garry shook the boy's shoulders.

"Harry... stay with me now. I don't want you to go completely mad in here."

Harry blinked his eyes, snapping out of his vaguely crazy state of mind and numbly nodded, handing the key to Garry who sighed in relief.

Taking a deep breath, the purple haired teen unlocked the orange door.

Omake 1: Garry Has the Booty

"Hey Garry..."

"Yes, Harry?"

"I never really got the full story, what happened after you read the plaque for the Lady in Blue?"

Garry froze as his eyes glazed over, remembering that traumatizing event...

He had just turned away from the strange painting, when, all of a sudden, he heard a voice behind him.

"Do he got da booty?"

His eyes went wide, but continued walking. Then the glass shattered and the Lady screeched out.

"HE DOOOOO!"

"AAAAAH!"

"Lemme have dat booteh!"

"Ah, she just...started chasing me I suppose..."

"Right...

Omake 2: Oops

As soon as she did so, the butterfly fluttered against the wall for a few seconds, as if in disbelief of his freedom, before circling the trio a few times and flying away. Shrugging to each other, the trio made their way down again, noticing the flame butterfly fluttering around. It flew near them and, out of reflex for catching golden shiny things with wings, Harry's hands clasped over the little thing.

Of course, most of the time Harry was catching a snitch, which was rather hard and made of metal. The butterfly, on the other hand, was not. There was a small squishing noise, and when Harry opened his hands again, the butterfly fell limply to the floor.

"Harry... you just killed an innocent little butterfly within seconds of its freedom from being pinned to a wall. What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"...Ooops..."

Omake 3: Deeds of Questionable Legality

Mary looked at the stars, before taking ahold of the frame and shaking it. One of the stars fell from the painting, and into Harry's surprised hands.

"Stardust..." Garry breathed, "Well, you don't see that everyday..."

Harry leaned down and sniffed it. It had a sweet aroma.

"This must be what the ant was looking for. Let's get it back to him."

Before Harry could take another step, Mary grabbed the stardust from Harry's hands, sniffed it, then popped the shard into her mouth.

"Hm... I knew it! This is candy!"

"MARY WE NEEDED THAT!"

"So?" she said, her mouth full of the sweet delight, "We can always shake the painting for more!"

"Huh..."

They shook the painting again, and again, and again. Garry and Harry loaded their pockets with it, and they all left the place with stardust shards dissolving blissfully in their mouths.

"I now know why Dumbledore likes his lemon drops so much."

"Guys are you sure this isn't some sort of illegal drug? It takes vaguely like crystal meth to me..."

"Garry how would you know what crystal meth tasted like?"

"...I may or may not have a questionable past as bad as my father."

"Really? What else did you do?"

"I once trapped my father into a painting because he wouldn't give me macrons."

"And...?"

"I ate the macrons while remaining in eye contact with him."

"Aaand?"

"My friends and I stole a corvette just because Jason wanted to turn it into a Transformer."

"Aaaaand?"

"It was successful and we destroyed half of New York City. Not that people remember. We took care of that."

"AAAAND?"

"I turned my brother into a plush doll until I got my promised macrons."

"You take your macrons seriously don't you?"

"You have no idea."

AN:

Oni: And that's all for now folks! This is the longest chapter so far, hope you guys don't mind.

Garry: I am thoroughly convinced that you are out to cause us the maximum amount of emotional pain possible.

Oni: IT COULD BE WORSE, TRUST ME!

Oni: Anyways, please please please PLEASE REVIEW! They honestly get me through the days now, and they give me incentive to write more... So thanks to all of you who HAVE reviewed. And followed this story and me. And favorited this story and me. THANK Y'ALL!

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