Surprise motherfuckers!
And you know, Happy Halloween-
For those of you who celebrate it anyways :)
Either way though, had to celebrate with an extra chapter as this is me and Dark's fave holiday!
Much love and shit
-Twisted
She raps her knuckles against the door, "T? Harry? I hate ta wake ya up but-" she blinks in surprise when Harry opens the door, his face wet and streaked with blood, "what happened?"
"T be havin' a night terror." Harry explains sheepishly, "ya be knowin' how bad like ah nose bleed can be lookin'."
Her eyes narrow, "yeah, I guess so."
But why wasn't he letting her in the room?
"So, what can I be ah doin' for ya?"
She presses a hand against the door, "look, Beam says something strange is happening at the warehouse, so we're going to get them out."
"Oh aye," Harry nods, "I be feelin' her turn."
She nods, "so, is T still sleeping or…" she trails off as she pushes harder against the door.
"Sea Gods I be hopin' so," Harry glances behind his shoulder warily. "Aye." He sighs as he turns back to her.
"Then how 'bout you go and help the crew out with hauling Beam and his team back and I'll wait here with T."
She lifts one eyebrow when Harry hesitates.
"I don'ah be knowin' if that be the best idea," Harry states slowly, "he be a fighter."
"I figured that was going to be the case."
Harry bites his lip, "Aye, but it ain'nah bein' like none we be handelin' afore."
Her eyes narrow, "what do ya mean?"
Harry looks over his shoulder again before he sighs and opens the door enough to let her in.
She frowns when she walks in, her eyes landing on T as Harry closes the door behind them.
"Look-it," Harry sighs, "it were'nah just bein' T that be havin' the terror. It were both o' 'em."
She tilts her head as her brow furrows, "I don't understand."
"It were bein' like," Harry huffs as he runs a hand over his hair, "they were both talkin'. Like she were callin' for T, but then T were shoutin' too. An' they be like, pokin' at eachother. Makin' it worse or somethin'."
She turns back to T with a frown.
Huh.
"I don'nah be knowin' if it be how they be havin' night terrors, or if it be bein' cause o' what they saw-" Harry closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, 'but I do be thinkin' they both be seein' what be happenin' with Yensid."
She grimaces at the idea.
T seeing-
Whatever fucking horror he had was bad enough-
But her Beauty Girl witnessing it too?
She sighs as she places a hand on Harry's arm finally understanding his hesitance. "They're both strong, an' they've got us. Ain't nothin' we can't get through together."
"I be strugglin' with this, cause I hate that she be seein' it, but I also be glad ta know she be okay."
She narrows her eyes at the relief, "okay?"
"T were bein' worried he be doin' somethin' to her back afore I were bein' drugged."
She frowns. That sounded concerning.
Something to talk to them about later.
She shakes her head, "c'mon," she sighs as she drops her hand to clasp his, "let's get your nose cleaned up." She states as she tugs him to the tub.
"Aye-"
She grunts in surprise when Harry yanks her back.
"I be hidin' blades in that."
She pauses, "wait, he attacked you with weapons?"
"Uh, aye. Well, it were bein' more like he be rushin' me with ah dagger."
She blinks as her eyes sweep to T with concern.
That was a first.
"Rushin' like on his feet?"
"Aye."
She closes her mouth and shakes her head, "I'll be careful of the tub, but I don't think anyone seein' ya like this is a good idea."
Especially T.
"I be agreein' with ya." Harry sighs, "thanks fer understandin'."
"Of course," she nods as she leads him to the tub, waiting for him to settle before she starts tending to his nose.
T had attacked Harry in his sleep.
With a weapon.
During or after having a argument with Faustina-
Which in itself was difficult to picture. And sounded disorienting.
She and Harry jump when T suddenly lets out a grunt.
"Fuck," T grumbles as he sits up and looks around with a scowl.
"Mornin'." Harry greets as he quickly stands, as if hiding the fact she'd been working on him.
Which he probably was.
T nods as he bites back a yawn and rolls to his feet before he pauses and his face screws in confusion. His hands going to his pockets.
"They be in the tub." Harry pulls her back with him as he steps away from it.
T nods as he walks to them and plops to his knees before he blindly dives his hand into the tub and pulls one out only to stop and turn to Harry, "why?"
Harry sighs, "cause better safe than sorry?"
T stares at him for a moment before he shrugs and pulls out a nasty looking blade. "Fair."
Beside her, Harry shivers.
T frowns as he fishes out the last blade, "where's the rest?"
"What?" Harry's brow furrows as he steps closer to the tub, "the fuck ya be ah meanin'?"
T narrows his eyes to scan the room, "oh," he walks over to a bundle of clothes before he picks them up and starts emptying the pockets.
"How are you feeling?" She asks, attempting to cover for Harry who looked pale after realizing he hadn't hidden all the weapons.
"Like shit." T shrugs as he starts packing his pants with the blades. "S'up?"
"Something's happening at the warehouse, we're on our way now to get Beam and his team."
T studies her for a moment before he sighs and nods, "surprised it took so long." He scowls as he shoves another blade into his pants, "I'mma need to hit it later, it ain't safe for the goblins."
"Fair enough, if they're interested, we could always make room for them at the cove or here," she turns to Harry, "but why don't you go check in with Gil and see where Beam is."
"Aye," Harry nods as he pulls his eyes off their Problem Child, apparently a lot more comfortable leaving her with a conscious T.
"That's better," T sighs with relief as he drops the clothes in his hand after Harry exits the room. "Cool if we're the ones ta meet Beam?"
"We can do that," she nods, "cause afterwards I need to send you out with Harry and a team to gather herbs."
T frowns, "can't he go with someone else? We've got somethin' to do first."
"We do?" She frowns at the strange combination of hesitation and determination.
T nods stoically, "you, me, an' Beam."
Something was off, and she had a sinking feeling it was going to be something she didn't like.
Why did he look so-
It was hard to put her finger on, but she couldn't get past the defeated slump of his shoulders.
The set of his jaw.
The sadness in his eyes.
She'd seen T stubborn; recklessly so.
But that wasn't what she saw in his face right now.
It was fierce determination.
No.
It was grim determination.
And yet, warmth curls around her lungs like her first breath of sea water.
T never wanted her to go with him.
He preferred Harry.
James.
And lately, Beam.
"If you think you need me, then of course."
Like hell was she going to say no.
She could leave the ship, Gil was more than capable of handling things.
And Harry wouldn't take long to gather herbs with Freddie.
She could call James and Big Murph back if necessary.
As long as she had the notebook, she could still help here.
Beam could too.
Part of her was worried, but a larger part was happy to know she was part of the short list T trusted to have his back.
T studies her for a moment before he shakes his head, "ain't really for me."
"Oh." Her brow furrows as she bites her lip to fight the sting.
T grimaces, "that came out wrong, jus-"
She holds her hand up, "it's okay. Yer just bein' secretive is all. If it's something I need to help with, for you or not, you know I'm there."
"It's really not," he sighs, "but, um, I know. That you're here." He sighs, "Jus' wish you didn't have to."
"Yeah," she clicks her tongue, "that ain't vague an' foreboding."
T looks away, "ain't gonna get you killed if that's what you're worried 'bout."
"Never even crossed my mind."
He turns back to her with interest, "would'ah crossed mine."
"One," she wags a finger in his face before she shrugs and drops her hand to her hip, "fair. Two, I know ya would'ah been upfront 'bout it."
His lip twitches, "or jus' left." He shrugs.
"Which reminds me-"
"Damnit."
She narrows her eyes, "please. Just, please. Don't do that. We'll figure out everything, I'll do all I can, just- don't leave like that, or not tell me where you're going."
"Umes," He sighs as he meets her gaze only to fall silent and look away, "I ain't gonna lie to your face."
She sighs.
"But-" He turns back to her, "I will do my best when I can to make sure that you're aware of when it happens."
"An' you'll use the books?"
He nods, "less it ain't safe ta do so."
She eyes him warily.
His hands come up, "her standards not mine."
Her brow furrows, "What does that mean?"
He snorts, "depends which of us you ask."
She purses her lips.
"What I call vigilance she calls paranoia."
"Aye, an' what ya mean by safe could mean ain't safe for you," her eyes narrow, "or you don't think it's safe for us."
"Umes," he sighs, "why you lookin' for answers you don't wanna hear?"
"Because I'm trying to say this whole damn thing is a group effort." She slams her fist against the hull.
T blinks, "and we're doin' it as a group."
"Which means you have to communicate if it's dangerous, not just decide it's too dangerous for us to help."
"Didn't say I wouldn't, jus' said that I would when it's safe."
Ugh.
T semantics.
She rolls her eyes before she takes a deep breath, "fine."
That was going to bite her later.
Bite her like a killer shark.
"Huh," T nods before he heads to the door and pauses to look back at her, "C'mon, we should be close enough, let's get this done. I don't wanna keep him waiting like this."
Huh?
She shakes her head as she falls in step behind him.
What was 'huh' about what she said?
And why was he so grim?
Or atleast, he had been. Now he was back to determined.
Grim determination.
A chill runs down her back.
And what could he possibly have to do that he would want her and Beam, the two main leaders, to join him?
She shakes her head again.
She was the Captain.
If she were going ashore she had things to do.
Like tell Gil he was in charge again.
Her lips curve into a small smile.
Twice in less than a week. He was going to be beside himself.
He grimaces.
He inhaled guilt as much as he exhaled shame.
But it paled in comparison to the anger; was laughable compared to his disgust.
The cumulation of everything that happened in the last-
His eye twitches.
It was impossible to measure time anymore.
It could have been a week-
Two, or fuck, maybe even three
But it felt like a god damn fucking lifetime.
The cumulation of everything that happened since fucking Maleficent disappeared in a puff of smoke.
But this?
His chest constricts as heat burns the back of his throat.
This had to be one of the hardest-
Listening to Beam's fists beat against the wall as he let out screams and curses?
Feeling Uma's absolute anguish as her knuckles turned white around the hilt of her whip?
As if she wanted to attack the enemy.
Except there was no enemy to attack.
No one to direct the vortex of emotion at.
Cruella was gone, he'd made damn sure of that.
And Evil Queen with her.
But the act seemed empty now.
Useless.
Killing them didn't help Grimer.
Wouldn't bring him back.
And though it helped in the moment, killing them didn't make him feel better.
The only solace he could find in the act was the knowledge that no one else would suffer the same treatment.
The same fate.
He'd done that much at least.
But still too late.
It had him nauseous.
He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath.
He got it.
Their anger.
The despair.
The helplessness-
His eyes fall back on the small body in front of the cages.
-he'd been there.
And there was nothing to do to fix it-
To ease it-
To help-
It was fucking killing him.
Why the fuck had she insisted-
Because they're both leaders.
So?
So, it is best to expose them to the depravity and horrors now-
Expose it to- They were already fucking exposed to it-
Not like this.
His eyes sting as he clenches his fists at his sides.
I hate you.
It had to be done.
His eyes sweep over Beam and Uma again as frustration and sorrow war within him.
For what it's worth, I am sorry.
He takes a deep breath.
T-
The fuck you want now? For me to drag Deez to fuckin' Senior?
Hardly, though- Not the point. Beam is soon to do more than bloody his knuckles if you-
Right.
He pushes off the wall and steps in front of Beam.
-that's not what I meant!
He grunts as he falls back, narrowly dodging bloody knuckles as he slams against the wall and the air rushes from his lungs.
"The fuck Shadow!" Beam growls as he grabs him by his shoulders.
"You were hurting yourself." He shrugs.
"And?" Beam snaps.
"And what?"
Uma steps up and puts a hand on Beam's shoulder, "hurting yourself won't bring him back," she whispers, her voice as tight as her grip had been only moments before, "and hurting yourself now might hinder helping someone in the future."
That. That's what I meant when I asked you to stop him.
On what fucking Isle are you living that made you think that was going to be how I handled the situation?
You are the worst, you know that?
Beam glares at her, breathing heavily, before he knocks her hand away, "whatever. I needa walk." He scowls as he shoves him against the wall, "leave the area an' I will hunt you down and hurt you, got it?"
He tilts his head, "but weren't y-"
Uma's glare silences him, "go do what ya need ta, I've got 'im.."
Beam huffs before he stomps towards the main area of the house, pausing just before he crosses the threshold, "an' don't even think of ditchin' the Kraken either," he adds darkly before he's gone.
He stares at the empty door frame before he sighs and takes a step, pausing before he reaches the door to look at Uma, "coming?"
Uma only nods, her hand that had been on Beam's shoulder clutching the jacket over her chest as she follows.
T-
He sighs before he pauses, waiting for Uma before he wraps an arm around her shoulder and pulls her to his side.
"I hate them," she admits in a hoarse whisper as she leans against him.
"I know." He squeezes her to him.
How couldn't she?
For all the work she'd put in to prove otherwise, Uma was full of everything this Isle despised.
Kind.
Compassionate.
Caring.
Fuck, loving.
He knew.
Knew the minute he requested it she would come.
And it killed him.
Seeing the anguish and agony reflected in her eyes.
The pain contorting her features?
He hated himself.
She needed to know.
I could've just told her.
We both know that's not the same thing T. At least this way one of you was prepared for what you were walking into.
"He's not the only one you found, is he."
It wasn't a question, just a heart-wrenching acknowledgement.
He stiffens-
So help me god if you even think about letting her go right now-
"No."
He wasn't going to insult her by lying. Not with this.
Not when it had been his decision to bring her.
Uma nods, but falls silent again as they continue to head outside.
He frowns as he eyes the lot.
He hated this.
Hated everything about it.
Hated being the one exposing Uma to this.
Beam.
It was fucked.
He knew that.
But wouldn't the alternative be worse?
He was…
Not suited for this.
Not in any way that mattered.
Not when it came to reassurances.
Or comfort.
Or words.
Or emotions.
Or-
T, I'm not suited for this. Deez isn't suited for this. Fuck, Yensid isn't suited for this. None of us are suited for this.
But it's my job-
To protect. I know T, and you do. But there was no way to-
"I couldn't save them."
Uma's brow furrows as she turns to look at him, "of course you couldn't, T. You're one person, on an Isle full of evil people." Her hand slips into his and squeezes. "It's stupid. And not fair. And, and-" her grip becomes painful.
He tugs her off balance and clutches her to him tightly, "and isn't going to end any time soon."
A strangled sound catches in Uma's throat, "I know. Sea gods fucking dammit, I was trying to- but this- We can't afford to not-"
Every sobbing breath seemed to interrupt her thoughts.
"Umes…" He breathes as he holds her tighter.
Why did he fucking think this was a good idea?
What had he been fucking thinking?
He hated seeing her like this.
Hated when she cried-
Stop it! Stop it right now. This isn't about you, and what you can and can't handle. This is about strengthening the bonds between Beam and Uma.
Beam still doesn't fully trust her, and we can't afford any doubt right now. Beam needs to see this side of the 'Mighty Kraken'. Needs to see past the reputation she's cultivated for herself. He needs to understand that she cares about them- the Urchins.
That the loss of one of his also affects her.
We need this alliance to work T, we need trust between the two leaders.
Need Beam to see- No, understand that the urchins are every bit a part of the burden our Captain carries.
If she is ever to rule she is going to require Beam's faith in her. Where he goes the Urchin's follow, you know this.
Know she's going to need to garner all the support she can.
Your opinion on the matter is moot, because like it or not, this is a necessary evil.
He blinks.
Well, you've put a lot of thought into this.
I had to do something to keep from going crazy-
Yeah, but like,this?
Seriously? You were like, expecting-
I was hardly expecting this scenario T, just the base understanding. No VK was going to have the possibility of ruling without the Urchin's backing-
Even Atilla or Cora. Though I doubt either would go about it so… Humanely.
So, in short, no. I have never envisioned this happening-
Merely conceived how to best make something useful of this tragedy so that pain and suffering it has inflicted wouldn't be completely for naught.
It was arduous to contrive something this, constructive, from this, but I've had nothing but time while you were out doing what needed to be done.
Huh.
Huh indeed. So, if you could stop assuming the worst of me and recognize I've done my due diligence in this affair, I would greatly appreciate it.
Uma shakes her head, "no. This, this isn't the time." Her arms tighten before she releases him, "we have a job to do."
He watches silently as she pulls herself together, waiting, more patiently than he knew he was capable of, for her to look up at him expectantly.
He nods before he finishes guiding her across the yard.
It doesn't take him long to find a shovel in the painfully organized shed.
He'd never been out here before, but he could see Carlos in everything.
Like that hag would have come out here.
He looks up at the sad boards cobbled together to form the floor of a surprisingly well-built but never finished tree house.
Carlos.
It was the best he could do.
The best place he was going to find in the city.
Before he can think too much about it, he buries the blade of the shovel next to the dead tree, in the slight shade of the platform.
It had always been the safest place for Carlos-
As safe as any place here could be.
-now it would be the resting place for Grimer.
"Let me have a turn."
He nods before he steps out of the way and offers her the shovel.
He stands by silently, catching his breath as Uma tosses dirt from the ever deepening hole.
When he sees her adjust her grip on the shovel, he holds his hand out, "Give."
Uma glares up at him, but something in his face seems to drain the argument on her lips, "fine. I'll keep it from raining down on ya."
He nods as they switch places.
Quiet as they work in tandem.
He's drenched in sweat by the time Beam finds them.
"Give me."
He nods as he gets out of the grave and hands the shovel to him.
It had been getting hard to use the thing anyways.
He leans against the tree for a moment, watching as Beam spears the dirt while Uma keeps it from being pointless.
It hurt.
Hurt more than he knew to see them like this.
But-
What the fuck else was he supposed to do?
He wasn't strong enough to keep them sheltered from this.
It wasn't your place to try to begin with.
What's that supposed to mean?
She couldn't rule from the dark T. As much as you might hate this, we made the right call. And of course she'll have you to clean up any messes, but she still needs this foundation to help reinforce her ideals. They would still think her a child if left ignorant to this side of affairs. As you well know, it is one thing to learn second hand, but another thing entirely to experience.
But-
But nothing T. Things are bad. And they're only going to get worse. It would be irresponsible for you to shield someone in charge of so many decisions from this. Uma is going to be making life or death choices, can you imagine how hard she would take it if she wasn't ready for it?
A chill runs down his spine at the solemn statement.
At the certainty in it.
I-
No one's asking you to like it T, but this isn't Maleficent's Isle anymore. There's no guarantee you will be the next leader's bogeyman.
Challenge-
No. Look, I'm not saying the road in front of us is going to be easy. Not by a long shot. But it's too early to give up. And, yes, Uma might not be the next leader. But she will be the leader, if I have any say in it, and as such needs those surrounding her to believe in her. And the more experience she has in all things, the better.
If you have a say in it, huh?
I've spent my life quiet and biddable T, I refuse to die that way as well.
He closes his eyes.
Fair.
But that doesn't mean I can't bear some of the weight from her shoulders.
He pushes off the tree and heads back inside.
But when he gets to the door he pauses.
He'd dropped bodies.
A lot of bodies.
He'd moved a corpse before.
Something he didn't care about, something that was more a tool to save lives than a life taken.
But he'd never had to carry the body of a child.
An innocent.
And the burden of doing so weighed heavily on him.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt so uneasy-
But he was sure he'd never forget this.
He closes his eyes tightly as his hands curl into slippery fists; he could do this.
Beam and Uma didn't need to be part of this.
He was a protector.
A guardian.
And he wasn't about to lose that reputation.
He'd put enough burdens on Beam and Uma's shoulders today.
He swallows the fear as he hesitantly moves forward; eyes glued on Grimer's form.
Why did knowing he had to pick him up scare him?
Make his pulse slow to a crawl and pound in his ears?
He throws his hands out when he stumbles.
Shaking?
Why was he shaking?
He slams his eyes shut.
Damn it!
What the fuck was wrong with him?
He was-
His eyes widen as he jumps back and looks around wildly.
What the-
His gaze drops back to Grimer.
How?
Who the-
Does that make it easier?
He freezes.
She-
She'd covered and wrapped the boy in Carlos' blanket?
It was the least I could do.
But-
You do so much for others, so much for me. This was clearly one of your limits.
Shame slams into his gut like a brick as he chokes on guilt.
Yeah but-
T. It's done. Just- Accept the help.
But-
But nothing. You're not the only one suffering this loss. I enjoyed Grimer as well. Just let me have this.
She pauses.
Please, just let me have this…
He winces at the forlorn tone before taking a deep breath as he walks to the bundle.
Not sure of the last time she'd plead for something from him.
Thank you. I'm sorry it had to be you, but It does make this easier.
Easier to approach.
Easier to remember Grimer the way he had been rather than what had been done to him.
He bends and tenderly scoops the small boy up.
Grimer had been too light to be this heavy.
He sighs at the weight before he slowly returns to Beam and Uma.
He watches Beam for several moments, his eyes following the chaotic trails of blood slowly trickling down the handle.
That's enough. It's deep enough.
"Beam," he calls softly, "I think we're good."
Beam pauses as he looks around before he looks down at the hole he was standing in, "right." He sighs as he wipes a hand across his face, smearing dirt and sweat with blood before his eyes land on the bundle in his arms.
The older boy's eyes turn glassy before he absently passes the shovel to Uma's waiting hand and lifts his open arms.
He nods as he kneels before him, more careful than he ever imagined himself to be as he passes off Grimer.
Uma moves to his side as Beam lays the covered boy down in the dirt, the silence heavy as he meticulously shifts dirt around until he nods.
"There, nice an' comfy, like goin' ta sleep." Beam kisses his dirt and blood covered fingers before he presses them to Grimer's shrouded head, leaving behind a red print.
Like an offering to ease Grimer into whatever afterlife awaited him.
"You- you were a good kid-" Beam's voice cracks before he shakes his head and clears his throat, "one o' the best," he clears his throat again before he turns away, "sorry-"
He swallows the sob that sweeps up his throat.
No.
He and Uma help Beam out of the grave before they work together to cover the boy; the sound of Faustina's prayers a soft melody that lessened the ache in his chest.
It hurt so much that the other two couldn't hear her. More than he ever would have thought.
Sorry.
Whatever for?
For-
Being embarrassed?
Ashamed.
Scared.
-silencing you. That was… Beautiful. Thank you. I… I didn't know I needed that.
When they finish, Beam walks back to the house and slides down the wall to stare at the grave, his fingers interlocked over his lips as if he were holding back sobs, or screams.
The sight hits him with far more force than any swing Mal had sent his way.
"Ume's…" He turns to her, uncertain.
She watches Beam as her hand flexes around her whip, "I- I'll see if there's anything else he'd like to do."
"Thanks." He breathes before he kneels to carve Grimer into the crumbling tree bark.
His gaze sweeps over it once he finishes.
Gil certainly could've done better, but it was readable.
He sighs as stands before he walks over and slides down next to where Beam was resting against Uma's side.
"Thanks," Beam whispers hoarsely, "both of you."
Uma wraps her arms around Beam as his composure cracks, pulling him close to let him hide his face against her hair.
His vision blurs before he quickly blinks the tears back.
No.
"We know better now." Uma strains to say around her own tears, "we know, and we won't let it happen again. Not without a fight. Not this, not the witches…" her voice trails off.
He meets her gaze, "together."
Because he certainly couldn't have done this alone.
And as much as it hurt-
As much as he loathed it-
As much as it terrified him-
He wouldn't be able to face the future like he had in the past.
It would kill him-
Was killing him that this was what it had taken for him to see-
For him to understand-
He couldn't do this alone.
So much, too much, was on the line.
He couldn't afford to be everyone's protector-
Couldn't stand in their way. It wouldn't be fair.
He wasn't sure he could handle seeing them like this again.
Bearing the responsibility of deaths they hadn't had a chance to prevent.
He swallows hard.
Even if it hurts you.
He closes his eyes as a lump catches in his throat when she doesn't respond
I'm sorry Tina, I just can't. Not any more. They need this- I need this. I can't save everyone alone.
Pain slices through his chest at her continued silence and his vision blurs.
Forgive me, please? I can't Tina. I just- I can't.
His chest constricts and he finds it harder to breathe.
Tina, please! Say something, anything.
Heat rolls down his cold cheeks.
I hate this.
So do I, but-
But you're right. .
He grimaces when her voice cracks, her tone so despondent it felt like his heart was being ripped apart.
For the first time finding no joy in her acknowledgement that he was the one in the right.
I'm sorry.
As am I.
He feels a hand grab his jacket, his only warning before he's pulled against Beam and pinned with Uma's arm around his neck.
Beam snorts, "Who the fuck are you, an' what'd ya do with Shadow?"
"Don't jinx it." Uma squeezes tighter, "cause it's gonna take all of us, together, none can do this alone anymore."
They don't move as they stare at the grave.
Silent.
Mournfully silent.
Even his sister.
Yet, there was something comforting in it.
Something he couldn't name.
So, that was heavy as fuck.
And I bet none of you saw it coming.
Fuck knows I didn't- And I write T.
But after reading it, are you surprised that this was T's request?
I know this story is a lot.
And is only going to be a lot more 'lotter' maybe even the 'lottest', but there's just so much going on.
And it's not even our fault.
Fucking Disney.
Seriously, yo. We're just filling in plot holes people.
That being said, what did you think about this latest installment of The Mask: Burdens and Reputations?
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted