I happily hum and skip along the forest path, cuddling up with the red bearbun cub. So cute! I know for a fact Jackie will adore them. Until they are old enough to rip her head off. But, instead, I will train them well. Perhaps I'll have them watch over her when I, Joker, am not around? My mind whirls around the possibilities as I follow Mock Turtle through the large gates encircling a large town. I glance up at the sky as it shifts to Dusk, numbly running my fingers through the little bearbun's fur.
"Why the f*** do I need to carry these?!" Black snaps as he struggles to corral the more active black and white bearbuns. I smile and shift the bearbun up, resting it's head on my shoulder. These are surprisingly heavy and large for cubs that haven't even opened their eyes yet.
"Because they are for our lovely wife." I smile, kissing the top of the red one's head. So cute~
Follow me. We must find shelter for the night. Mock Turtle turns around and shows us his notepad, gesturing into an old abandoned toy shop.
"Oh yes ... we don't want any Forgotten coming after us now do we?" I say with an excited grin. I want to fight them. If I remember right they are much more fierce than just a regular faceless. However, they are faceless which have broken the rules and fled here to the looking glass, so Black must be itching to catch some and fulfill his role to some degree.
After all those who go against the rules need to be punished.
Mock Turtle trots ahead and opens the door for Black and I, quickly closing it as Dusk shifts to Night. I look around the shop intrigued by all the solemn toys crowding the shelves. Ah ... forgotten childhoods, left to rot away all alone on the shelves. So entertaining. I haven't seen some of these toys before. Perhaps I can sneak some back into Wonderland?
"UGH it's about time." Black huffs before gently setting the two squirming bearbuns onto the ground. I smile and sit amongst them, letting their noses become acquainted to my scent. It will be best if they open their eyes and mark me as their 'mother'. But, if not, I will just let them get used to my aroma. They helplessly squeak and purr deep in their chests, squirming over me as they struggle to find their way. I doubt they've imprinted on their mother yet.
I smile and pull the white one onto my lap, letting the other two cuddle against my legs. They squeak under their breath, trying to roar with their underdeveloped vocal cords as they harmlessly nuzzle their heads into my sides. Oh yes while they are in their cuddly phase Jackie will very much so enjoy them. I comb my fingers through the bearbun's neck, watching Black stare at some broken toys on the ground. My cheek twitches into a smile as I listen to his clock.
"Thinking about how to break Jackie in, are you?" I tease, lifting the red bearbun up and press my lips to its head. It shivers with delight and eagerly rubs its head into my neck, thoroughly enjoying the attention. So cute~
" ... I'm not." He huffs, leaning against one of the shelves. I glance over to Black spying his not so clear unease and obvious anger at this whole situation.
"Awe~ is little Black pouting?" I lightly tease, watching his unmoving expression as he stares at Cyan pounding thick boards over the windows. My cheek twitches into a smile as I nuzzle my head into the red bearbun. Not even a snappy comeback from him. He's getting surprisingly depressed over this, which is understandable.
'We cannot leave until Dawn. Forgotten will be crawling all over this place soon.' Cyan writes, letting me read it. I let out a chuckle, keeping Black in my sights.
"Yes, a night of rest sounds nice." I admit, kissing the black bearbun's forehead. It delightfully purrs and nestles up against my thigh just as it would to its mother. Oh yes Jackie will enjoy them for sure. I stare at Black's clearly down casted mood before patting the space beside me. "Would you like to feel something, Black?"
"Feh, to hell with it!" He angrily spits, stomping over beside me. His fingers roughly grip my hair before smashing his mouth to mine for a quick, hard kiss. My smile soon turns to a frown as I dig my nails into his back, trying to evoke at least a somewhat pleasurable emotion.
Nothing is working for me anymore. Not even touching myself is enjoyable without Jackie there to watch or, better yet, partake in it. Black clicks his teeth together before shoving me back.
"F***! Nothing! I can't believe I can't even pleasure myself at this point," he angrily shouts, clearly frustrated. I heavily sigh and thrum my fingers through the white bearbun's fur, calming it's startled squeaking.
"Yes. It seems we cannot hold any stimulation for ourselves anymore without Jackie participating in one way or another." I heavily sigh at the depressing fact glancing over to a very stiff Cyan. His blue eyes are wide with near fright as he stumbles back, clearly not ready to handle self loving.
"What is wrong Mock Turtle? I thought of all Role Holders it would be you who understands the stimulation with the love a man can make to himself." The tips of his ears immediately turn to a dark scarlet red as he quickly scribbles something down in a rushed manner.
'Do not tease me, Joker.' He pleads, having enough of my words. I chuckle and glance out the window, watching as the night shifts to Dawn. What a short evening. A devious plan slowly slips into my mind as a vicious grin spreads across my lips, quickly wiped away before Cyan can see it.
"Cyan, would you mind doing a wonderful favor?" I smoothly purr, standing to my feet with the red bearbun in my arms. He stares at me, clearly puzzled as I gently set the squirming animal in his arms. "Please do take these back to the circus. They will only get in the way here and I'm determined to have them in the end." I lightly warn, making sure he understands that I won't be leaving these adorable creatures here. He carefully studies me before deafly slouching over in defeat. Gotcha~
'Very well.' He writes, pausing before adding, 'but do not dare leave here until I return. The last two ingredients are deadly to obtain.' Mock Turtle warns.
"Excellent." I purr placing the little bearbun in his arms. He easily carries on in each arm, staring at the third as his tail flickers. I smile and place the red bearbun down, gathering up a sheet before making a small sash with it. Mock Turtle holds still as I tie it around his thin torso, placing the fluffy bearbun inside.
"There. Perfect~," I sing, listening to my counter part's silence. Come on Black if you really want to fool him you must play the part. "Be quick, dear Mock Turtle, or else we may be tempted to forge ahead and gather the supplies ourselves." I smile, watching his wary eyes through the mask before he takes the stairs. I smile and peek out between the boards, spying him drop into the street from the second floor. He pauses, gathering his bearing before dashing off and out of sight. So innocent and naive ... despite being the stealthy murderer that he is, Mock Turtle can be very foolish.
"So what now f***ing a**hole?" Black huffs, angrily tapping his whip against the ground. My cheek twitches into a smile as I walk up to the door, sliding my fingers down the wood frame.
"Meet by the entrance after we've gathered the remaining two supplies. You will get the rosary from the Cathedral and I will go after the Dollmaker's carving knife."
"Feh. Too f***ing easy stealing from a little old church woman." He spits, tightly gripping his whip. So close ... we are so close to gathering the final ingredients so what makes that wretched Mock Turtle think that we will do something as stupid as wait?
"All the more easier for you then, my dear counterpart." I smile, looking back over my shoulder with a smile. "Are you ready?"
"Of course I am." Black growls, shoving me aside before violently kicking down the door. I heavily sigh and hop on through, waving to Black as he turns and stomps towards the giant gothic style Cathedral in the center of toy town.
Now, my little Dollmaker ... where are you hiding?
BLACK'S POV
Mother f***ing rosary is all that's keeping me from connecting to my wife ... stupid. Idiotic. I'll just slaughter whoever the hell decides to get in my way. I grit my teeth and stomp up to the main doors, rearing my foot back before powerfully slamming it against the heavy doors. The massive architecture groans as it cracks open, hardly big enough for me to get through. Ugh d*** it all. I feel like dosing this whole thing in gasoline and then watch it burn. Why the hell does the Looking Glass need a church anyway?!
I heavily stomp through the massive empty halls leering around for a rosary. Alright you f***ing nun where is it? My eye blindly scans over the ornate and extremely well done artwork and architecture as I search for something like a cross. F***! I hate this! What the hell does Wonderland have against me banging my f***ing wife for crying out loud?! I've been so good and I'm repaid by having to make this stupid trek into the Looking Glass? Retarded! Most idiotic thing I've ever had to do! Hell I hate this.
I perk up as I hear the sound of ominous singing. Oh ho~ there's the congregation. I dart though the halls picking up speed as I make a mad dash towards the only room with some lighting in it. There it is-!
"Excellent job. He is very pleased with such beautiful singing. Now, turn to page three hundred and seven-," The sweet voice croons as I leap through the air, kicking the doors with all my might. I wickedly grin as every faceless in the room immediately jumps from the thunderous clap of the wooden doors slamming into the walls. Oh ho~ that's a pretty nice sound. A younger woman's head at the very front of the room snaps up, spying my rude entrance.
"The f*** are you all looking at?!" I shout at the top of my lungs, watching as they immediately turn the other way. Feh. Stupid swine. I stomp I angrily march past the pews ignoring the faceless catching an eyeful of my pissed off expression. Yeah that's right you better be scared, chicken s***s. I'm not in the mood to be f***ed with.
"W-Who are you?!" The young woman dressed as a nun says in a frightened voice. My eyes dart over her body spying a rosary tucked away in her dainty little hand. Bingo.
"F*** off! Give me that you stupid s***!" I shout, immediately making her flinch back. She yelps as my fingers curl around the rosary. Her eyes grow wide as her grip feebly tightens.
"S-SINNER!" She screams, backing up towards a large organ the size of the wall. Wow. Talk about tacky.
"Yeah whatever. Out of the way you ugly hag!" I hiss, pushing her aside before ripping the rosary out of her tiny hands. I glance over to the side spying a small basket with some big money in it. Oh ho~
"Hey! Witch! I need compensation for kicking that door down," I growl, snatching a fistful of money from the alms basket.
"W-What?! No, put that back!" She demands, curling her arms around mine. My eye angrily rolls in her direction before I shove her back, knocking into the pulpit in the front. No way in hell is anyone going to get in the way of me and my lover at this point. "Y-You, return those at once!"
"Screw off hag." I huff, pocketing the money before hopping down the center lane of the pews.
"Y-You ... you're going to pay for barging into this holy house!" She cries. I glance over my shoulder and jut my middle finger into the air with a grin.
"Go ahead and try to stop me. I wanna see you try." I taunt. Her face flushes with anger before she leaps over to the organ, quickly taking her seat. Ha. What is she going to do, play a song so my little clock starts to weep? F*** that. I turn and continue, freezing as I hear the out of tune and terribly ominous start of the song. I turn around spying her fingers furiously dashing across the board and keys. Heh ... that's actually not so bad of a song. It's dark, and it makes all the hope in my clock vanish. That's a nice touch.
Without warning all the faceless in the pews rise at once. I perk up, glancing around at the faceless as blood begins to dribble down from their eyeless sockets. Oh~ time for me to book it. I immediately spine around and dart towards the exit. The faceless in the back of the pews snap their neck towards me and unleash a loud, wailing tormented cry before crazily dashing into the center. F-Forgotten! That woman can make forgotten appear?! No ... it's her playing that f***ed up piano that's making them like this.
I leap over the growing mass of wailing faceless, landing just before the door and book it the hell out of there. Their tormented cries fill the entire room as they dash after me. Too slow stupid - hah? My clock skips a beat as I spy a dozen forgotten ram against the large doors, shutting me into the cathedral. I'm trapped. Which means the only way out is fighting all these f***ing a**holes.
Well great now I'm just plain f***ed.
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hahahahahaha oh Black~ you poor, stupid man. Alright who thinks Black deserves what he got? 10 REVIEWS to see how well White fares against the Dollmaker~ and hell that's going to be a fun one! Oh and many thanks to ( . h) for helping me out and making this arc possible!