Foreword
Big credit to Arpidggio, prophellwinters and Lord Purifex for helping me with the characterization of Anastasia, Russel Fellow, and Elsa, respectively. Would've had a way tougher time without them, so please go and check them and their stories out as thanks.
And massive extra props to Purifex for beta reading this chapter. They're the first beta reader I've ever had, and it was an absolutely amazing experience. I have to thank him for a large increase in this chapter's quality.
For people who read my other works, there's also a surprise announcement at the bottom.
3 - Apple Memories
Nighttime, in Lugunica.
The royal capital, during this time, was far tamer than the hustle and bustle one would expect throughout the day. WIth the exception of the slums, of course, which lurked with life at all times of day. People, both human and demi-humans of all kinds, walked in small groups, with most of the population emerging from empty-looking dimly lit bars and closing shops. Any and all productive activities were already done for the day, leaving the capital a shell of its usual self.
Of course, all of this went for everything and everyone except those who had other business to attend to. Those for whom business did not end with the day's end, but that existed beyond that of a typical citizen. One such person of note was Anastasia Hoshin - a candidate for the throne and the mysterious owner of the Hoshin Trading Company whom much was not known about. Which made sense, after all.
'I am obscurin' the information 'bout myself, but even that's a shady-done job. Ain't nothing compared to bigger names like tha' upper class nobles and them types. But even then, it ain't nothin' when you see how much of a piece a' work a guy like this is…'
That current thought plagued Anastasia Hoshin. It was something she did often- making a conscious effort to mull over things she already knew, facts that were already committed to her memory. After all, she hadn't gotten where she was by taking everything she learned at face value. Question everything, even her own actions. That one line of action was what made Anastasia who she currently was.
There was no paranoia, just pure, selective caution. She was greedy, and always thought best of how her actions could benefit her, and when she so wished it - others. Still, even more capable opponents were not a rarity, especially when entering the already-conquered market of Lugunica.
The head of this controlled market sat before her. A man who was dressed like a noble, with an unreadable smile on his bearded face.
He was far greedier, far more selfish and far more cautious than even Anastasia. Any and all information surrounding him was all information he wanted to get out. Everything else was either hearsay, worthless, or outright trapped for anyone digging too deep. If Anastasia was a fledgling in devouring what she desired, Russel Fellow, the man in front of her, was a black hole.
Calling herself a fledgeling was a bit too much - after all, her face held a similarly unreadable smile, and her countenance did nothing to denote her inner feelings. She had, by now, been in hundreds of deals and discussions like this - even young, there was no way for her to crumble. Perhaps it could be considered 'talent', an indicator of Anastasia's high value.
Yet, she knew…in the face of a man like this, one misstep, one wrongly spoken word, could lead to an unrecoverable weakness. One that he'd absolutely take advantage of - she was sure that she would, were the situation reversed.
Facing a man like Russel one-on-one was the equivalent of walking into a forest of demon beasts with her arms wide open and no guards. And Anastasia did not have multiple lives.
In some nondescript part of the night town, in a building known by nobody who dared to speak it, those two economic powerhouses of the capital stared each other down while attempting to read as deeply into each other's minds - and hide their own thoughts and intentions as best as they could.
On the surface, it was a deceptively simple meeting, one Anastasia had arranged for but a single purpose. Yet at the same time, it was one that could instantly change the power balance of the capital entirely if any single line of discussion went awry.
Despite the overwhelming pressure, Julius, standing nearby and watching over his lady, did not flinch. Though he felt the tension just as much as anyone, he knew his role well - he was just another extension of his lady's power in this exchange, though even he seemed outperformed by Russel's absolute lack of any such protection.
Whether that was due to a lack of care, or because Russel wholly believed a guard unnecessary if anything should happen, was something that nobody in that room but him could determine.
"To directly ask for a meeting with me, how…characteristic of you. Should I say I expected it to happen eventually?" Russel was the first to speak, looking directly into Anastasia's eyes. "Still, I don't understand what an important young lady like yourself would want to do with me. I am, after all, just a humble Treasurer. And this certainly doesn't seem to be related to public duty."
"If you really know me, then ya' know I only come to make deals when I've got somethin' I want from ya.. Ya didn't become just a Treasurer by lackin' knowledge, Mr. Fellow."
Supplying just enough information to get a foothold, while retaining an ounce of ambiguity. This was how discussions like these usually went, a routine Anastasia had accustomed herself to, and one Russel Fellow had already coldly mastered.
"My, my, that I didn't. You'll have to excuse my behavior, but I just can't help but be interested when one of the royal candidates herself has deemed it necessary to pay a visit to me."
Russel smirked, a smirk that made Anastasia shudder to her core. It was so unbelievably fake, she couldn't believe she had even compared herself to it only moments ago. His voice sounded more amused than anything.
'I hafta' keep outta his pace.' Anastasia was getting rattled by him, even with just a few words. She'd never let it show, though.
"Don't play tha' fool with me there, either. I know what you've been doin' behind my back, too. But, all's fair in money and information, ain't it?" Anastasia gave a shrewd smirk, one which Russel's eyebrows arched at ever-so-slightly.
In reality, Anastasia had no idea of the true clear picture of what Russel had going on behind the scenes. Her information network was far from the strength and width of his - compared to him, she was just a slightly rich foreigner.
But the implication was enough, with what little knowledge she had. She knew that, for some reason, he was spying on the candidates, seemingly looking for something…but that was all she knew.
That little bit was enough, though. In a war between minds such as theirs, the slightest slip-up was fatal, and Anastasia's words, fake or not, were enough to, at the very least, set in place a wedge of doubt in Russel's mind.
Or, so she hoped.
Russel crossed one leg over the over, folding his arms and easing into his seat. "...then you tell me, what are you here for, my lady? You seem to already have your mind made up, so I think I'll just let you talk."
Anastasia resisted the urge to click her tongue. Even when the slightest hint came up of him being on the backfoot, he somehow managed to swivel it around, and look relaxed, while he ruthlessly placed pressure on her. She'd be impressed if she wasn't so frustrated.
A small smile spread its way across Anastasia's face. "Everyone who's someone knows that you've got special sorts of information, Mr. Fellow. I've got a particular hankerin' fer something I'm sure you know of. Particularly, about someone."
"...Natsuki Subaru." Russel smirked slightly, bringing a hand to his chin and stroking his short beard.
Anastasia shook her head, while allowing herself an inner sigh. A breather. "It's a real crime to let a lady waste her breath on somethin', Fellow-kun." There was a brief moment of silence, as Russel's gaze ever so imperceptibly wavered to her casual addressing of him. "As I said, you're very aware of why I'm here. And since you are…we might as well get ta' business, right?"
"Of course. I'm not one to waste time, when it's not profitable to." While lacing his fingers together, a twinkle appeared in Russel's eyes. One Anastasia knew all too well - a glimmer of his immeasurable ambition, alongside a slight increase in his smirk that belied his amusement.
It was all Anastasia could do to keep on her welcoming smile. She could already tell that tonight was going to be a very long night for her. When considering just why she was going through these strenuous negotiations, all she could think was:
'Ya better well be worth it, Natsuki-kun.'
Just as the young merchant had expected, it was a long discussion. Very long. Her heated negotiation with who was probably the most stingy man in the Capital, that was. And that was a compliment - she was nowhere near him, and for once, she preferred it that way. Though she could've done with his information network, that'd have to wait until later.
"Well, I'm very glad that you were satisfied with our talks tonight, Lady Anastasia. You're certainly quite the interesting conversation partner, as I thought."
The treasurer, the merchant, and her knight, now stood outside. A hidden dealing made in a hidden building tucked away in a hidden part of town, all under the cover of night. With how many times Anastasia had done this, she felt no anxiety standing in front of the smiling monster in front of her.
Tonight had only reminded her - Russel Fellow was something between a useful ally and a competing stumbling block in her way, that she had no idea how to get rid of, yet.
For tonight, at least, he was an ally, giving her the information - and the means necessary to begin the acquisition of what was hopefully one of her most useful assets-to-be.
"The same goes for you, Fellow-kun. Though I hope y'remember that this was just a one-time deal…" She looked at him, flashing a wry smile. He chuckled in return, though there was a thinly veiled venom hidden in his laughter.
"So cautious…I like that. A shame, it is…I would have enjoyed having a candidate in my debt, but there's nothing that can be done about it when I'm dealing with one as sly as you. You're quite the competitor…it seems that the Kingdom may have some hope, even in these desperate times.."
For a moment, while Anastasia watched his mysterious smile under the dim light provided by a magic-crystal powered street light, she felt like she was finally taking a peer past the curtain of darkness this man used to hide his true self.
"It'd do y'well to remember that, Fellow-san. You'll have ta' be dealin' with me and my company a lot more soon enough." She smirked, returning her own confidence against him. He was silent for a while, before simply nodding into a bow.
"Well then, I'll take my exit here. I'm sure that your knight can handle safely escorting you on your way. Who knows what sort of hunter could be on the prowl, after all. I'd keep a close eye on my prey, before it gets stolen." Russel Fellow gave a certain look to Julius, one that only a trained knight like him would be able to recognize. Julius stiffened slightly behind Anastasia, but his expression did not outwardly change. His momentary jolt was not missed by Anastasia, but she made no motion to give away her recognition.
With that, Russel disappeared back into the building, and for some reason, Anastasia was sure that, if she were to enter, she would not be able to find him unless he pleased.
She turned to walk off without another word, and Julius, like always, followed behind loyally, his shock put to the side and replaced by vigilance. Anastasia, however, was not one to miss, and while they walked, she spoke to him.
"What exactly did he mean by that last bit there, Julius-kun? 'Sounded to me like those words he said to ya' had some sort of extra meanin' in it." Anastasia spoke in a tone low enough only for Julius to hear, and he considered her words carefully, while still keeping a careful eye on his surroundings.
"...I am not quite sure where he heard that phrase, however, it is…alarming, if he wasn't just attempting to needlessly unsettle you."
"Meanin'...?" Anastasia followed up, almost impatiently. Julius would've chuckled at his lady's desire to absorb information, if it wasn't for the graveness of the situation.
"Most likely a code meant to imply some sort of danger." Julius instantly surmised, a decision made from his years of experience. "Of course, it is likely that he could have been referring to any number of things, however, considering our recent discussion…"
Anastasia's eyes widened, as the implication of her knight's words, delivered with the straightest face he could muster (no doubt to keep her calm) set in.
She turned away from the building, walking with an urgency in her step which Julius immediately matched. "Julius-kun. I'm sorry t'trouble ya, but it seems we've got a lot more work cut out fer us tonight than I thought. Even if it's just a coincidence, I ain't fond of lettin' lady luck play her hand against us."
Julius shook his head, as if her worries were nothing but a mere concern. Thinking of his newfound acquaintance, while he spoke his loyalty. "I wield my blade for you, my lady."
"I'm not joking around, broke kid! Word out on the street is that things are pretty damn dangerous these nights! I'm just lucky the wife and I live so close, and we've got neighbors willin' to look after Plum. Cause I can't go to sleep without chugging back one of these damn delicious drinks you keep making!"
Through the mostly empty area of Subaru's bar, a boisterous laughter rang out. The sounds of glass clinking against wood followed not long after.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, apple-ossan. Could you stop slamming the glass against the counter now? I almost feel sorry for it. Look, it's even crying…" Subaru sounded exasperated, and for good reason. Right in front of him sat an all-too-familiar green haired man, who sat beside his much milder-mannered, purple-haired wife.
Kadomon Risch. Local Appa seller, faithful husband, proud father…and a customer that enjoyed Subaru's drinks just a little too much. His wife Raksha sat quietly beside him, enjoying a simple, sweet, non-alcoholic drink.
"Hey, don't call me an old man! Less you want me to go back to callin' ya broke kid?" Kadomon grinned, saying a line that Subaru could only smile at. A time before he had been trapped in this life as a bartender. He'd then pause to look at the glass, eyes widening at the condensation of water over the surface. "Oh, damn, I just realized, it really is wet! Was it really crying or something?!"
'No, you focused on all the wrong things. And why are you still slamming the glass?!' Subaru's inner thoughts were even more exasperated and bewildered than Kadomon's loud reactions.
"Now, now, let's not get too boisterous. Natsuki-kun here is our daughter's precious savior, after all." Raksha intervened, silencing the rough-looking man beside her with a single touch to his arm. One look at his wife's face provided only the visage of a warmly smiling wife…but behind that, Kadomon knew, was a demon, just waiting for him to dare and disobey her.
Subaru defused her anger with his hands held up in front of him, dismissing her earlier praise with a troubled expression. "Jeez, jeez, you really don't have to keep saying that, ma'am. I don't deserve that kind of praise. All I did was show her some magic tricks to calm her down and wait until you found her…"
Kadomon groaned, accompanied with the rolling of his eyes. "As much as I hate to say it, my wife's right. Kid, the capital is way more dangerous than you think. Who knows what could've happened to my sweet Plum-"
"Our." Raksha interrupted, her smile widening ever so slightly.
"O-Our, sweet Plum if you hadn't looked out for her. It's the spirit of it all, kid. The spirit. Kind people with no ulterior motives are hard to come across here, you'll find." Kadomon finished, sighing and taking a bareback swig of his drink. The appa seller had been ripped off too many times to count, especially in his early days. He could only drink those bitter memories away, while relaxing with his wife in their much better present.
He always retained that prickliness to people that got in the way of his business, though.
"Well…if you guys really insist that much, guess I'll just have to say 'thank you', now won't I?" Subaru replied, though there was an obvious amount of hesitance in his voice. A hesitance to accept thanks that he was sure he didn't deserve.
It wasn't like Subaru didn't experience his own fair share of trouble. In fact, he understood the dangers that Kadomon was talking about more than he'd ever say to the appa seller. That 'false kindness' was why he stood in front of them now, making the drinks that brought smiles to their faces.
Even if it was ultimately against his own will.
"Well, we've been drinking these delightful beverages without even bothering to ask you…but what's in our glasses today, Natsuki-kun?" Raksha moved past the poignant moment, her ever-smiling expression turning towards Subaru.
"Ooooh, I'm glad you asked!" Subaru's expression brightened up, a smile spreading on him from ear-to-ear. Kadomon rolled his eyes.
"Here he goes again, off into showmanship mode…why do you always have to start him up, honey?"
Raksha simply giggled. "If you favor the drinks, then I favor seeing Natsuki-kun's passionate displays for his craft. Sometimes I even think we could learn a thing or two about running the stand."
Before Kadomon could add anything else, Subaru already began to speak. "The drink for the sir-!" Subaru twirled around before presenting both hands to Kadomon's glass mug - "Is a little special I call the Appa Pie Moonshine!"
"Appa Pie…? No wonder today's appa drink tasted so sweet…but how the hell is it so damn strong?! And just how do you put the taste of pie into a drink?!" Kadomon asked, bewildered eyes switching between Subaru and his mug.
"Heh, heh…curious aren't you?"
Kadomon nodded.
"Reeeeally want to know, don't you?"
Kadomon nodded again, leaning forward against the counter.
"Aaaah, I bet you're just shaking to know!"
Kadomon slammed his hand down on the counter, a loud bang echoing through the empty bar. "Damn it kid, don't keep me waiting!"
"The secret is -! Drum rolls please-!" Subaru announced excitedly, while looking at the two patrons in front of him. Kadomon just grunted in impatience, and Raksha only smiled like usual…yet Subaru continued, undaunted by their regular responses.
"-vanilla extract, brown sugar, cinnamon sticks, aaaaand, of course, appa juice! Add a healthy amount of moonshine to it (that's the secret, home-made stuff!), let it sit and process for a few days…" Subaru reached under the counter, effortlessly pulling out a large, beautifully orange bottle. "And you've got yourself moonshine, with the taste of appa pie baked into it!"
The vendor's eyes widened as he laid eyes on the bottle. "Holy Dragon…I would've never thought to use appas like that. See, this is why we supply you with all that good stuff, kid!"
"And I'm thankful. All these other vendors just take one look around here, and try to overcharge this place for any fresh stuff I want to buy…my boss is never happy about that."
"Now, now, I'm sure you two can discuss that later. What's my drink, mister bartender?" Raksha asked, gently tapping the stalk of her long glass. Her drink was of a much darker, red color.
"Oh that? That's what I call Appa Sangria. Just take some white wine, a few sliced appas, brandy, and some fizzy water! It's nice and light, simple, but still perfectly appa-themed. Right for the missus, I hope?" Subaru smiled, and Raksha put a hand on her cheek.
"Oh, my! It's more than perfect. It's not often I get to drink things such as brandy, but to think it could be put in such a wonderful drink…you truly never fail to impress whenever we come here, Natsuki-kun."
"What the hell?! Why do I get forced to endure the wait for the ingredients while my wife gets it for free?!" Kadomon argued, only to be promptly ignored as Subaru continued.
"Well, yeah." Subaru smirked, leaning against the back shelf. "It's my job, I might as well do it right. Besides, your husband would never let me off of it if I didn't make something good with his appas!"
"Damn right!" Kadomon snickered, taking another strong swig of his mug and letting out a satisfied sigh. He seemed to have already forgotten his previous anger with another gulp of his drink.
This was a sort of ritual between them - ever since Subaru had first started buying supplies to make his drinks with, Kadomon had been there to help provide. His whole family had, in fact. It was Kadomon who had hooked Subaru up with his first job, who had been Subaru's main source of food for a while, and now, Subaru's main supplier at his current workplace.
In a way, the vendor had been there for him from day one, even longer than Otto had been. While he couldn't pay at first, Subaru always made sure to do his best to pay people back in full, however he could.
These nights were just like that. Everytime Kadomon and Raksha came for a drink after spending a night out together, he'd have some new, unique appa-flavored drink ready and waiting for them, perfect to suit their palates. Subaru knew he wasn't worth much else…so he might as well use what he could to pay these people he owed so much back, even just a little bit.
Time passed by in a flash. After all, it was always the moments like these that Subaru appreciated the most - whether it be a relaxing but insightful conversation with Otto, or the lively talks he had with the Risch couple, these small moments saved him.
Of course, he could never say this to any of them. Not Otto, not Kadomon or Raksha, and not even that new customer, Julius. Subaru felt it everyday and everynight. This feeling that something inside of him was building up, swirling around and being mixed - he felt like he was constantly ready to explode.
'I really should just…'
"Alright kiddo, we'll get going now!" Kadomon's cheerful voice broke through, causing Subaru to smile back at him and Raksha, who returned his smile, reflexively.
"Ah~! Yeah, yeah, get going apple-ossan! I can see the blush on your face from how wasted you are. Not gonna miss a belligerent drunkard in the bar at all!" Subaru grinned with mischief, causing a vein of anger to bulge in Kadomon's forehead. Raksha, like usual, just giggled at their back-and-forth antics.
"You-! Damnit, I'm off!" He trudged off, stomping his feet like some sort of comically angry anime character. Raksha bowed to him, as if apologizing for her husband, before she followed after him, her homely smile becoming ever so dazzling, when her husband was the only thing left in her gaze.
"He really is the appa of her eye…hah!" Subaru jokes to nobody but himself, his voice barely echoing across the now empty road. He stared into the distance after speaking, blankly looking ahead. "I wonder…if there's anybody in the world who could ever look at me like that."
'There wouldn't be, would there? Not when you're a gullible, useless, powerless, cowardly piece of trash.' Someone answered, in Subaru's mind.
"..." Subaru's silence spoke a reply deeper than any words.
However, while lost in those thoughts, a visually impenetrable fog suddenly began to rise up from the floor, making anything or anyone else impossible to see. From how thick it was, and the fact that it looked to be spreading in every direction, Subaru surmised that it must have been covering the whole town.
Silence descended on the entire area. Subaru couldn't even make out the footsteps of the leaving couple anymore. It was so quiet, that it almost deafened him to even his own breathing. The streets of Lugunica weren't usually this silent. Even at night, it wasn't uncommon to see other drunkards stumbling around, or "people of the night" doing their business.
This complete lack of anything stood out to Subaru. Far from feeling introspective about his farewell to the Rische couple…he felt…
"Now I feel like I'm in some kind of slasher movie. Time to close up. Hope the old man and his wife get home safe…" Subaru spoke to himself again, though this time, he felt it was more to reassure himself than anything else. As soon as he turned around, he felt a delicate tap on his shoulder.
"Oh dear, is it that time already?"
The voice was smooth and seductive, but just as sudden as anything else would've been in this situation. Subaru's brain didn't even process the femininity the voice held.
"E-Eugh!" Subaru jumped away from the entrance, now standing on one foot and holding both arms up in poor, frightened defense. He looked where his back had been only moments ago, to see…a tall, sickeningly pale-skinned woman wearing a skintight black dress that barely covered anything.
"Hmm…? Now what did I ever do to receive such a reaction, Bartender-san?" Elsa Granhiert now stood before Subaru, and…he relaxed, letting out a sigh.
"What the heck, it's just you, Elsa. You had me thinking that I was about to get ambushed by some sort of mask-wearing serial killer or something."
"A mask-wearing serial-killer?" Elsa questioned, to which Subaru just shook his head, straightening his clothes out.
"It's just sorta…a story where I come from, I guess. Or a bunch of stories, I guess? Actually, it's weirdly common to have a mask-wearing serial killer in your horror story." He explained, to which she simply smiled and responded,
"Well, if it's the same place where your delightful drink recipes hail from, then they certainly can't be bad tales, now can they?"
"Hmm…I guess someone like you would probably enjoy them a lot. But, more importantly than cliche horror stories, I am supposed to be closing now. As much as I wanna make an exception for you, you know how the boss kinda is…"
Elsa covered her lips, suppressing her giggle in a demure, alluring gesture. "Yes, I'm quite well aware of how that person is, Bartender-kun. Perhaps…it's best to say that I understand well the most out of anyone."
"But you still manage not to be scared out of your mind when she sends you to do these jobs? I'm glad I just got to stay behind a counter."
"Well, I must say…I enjoy this line of work.~" Elsa smiled, and Subaru swore he could feel the temperature lowering around them by a few degrees the moment she did.
To put it simply, Elsa was beautiful, but she was absolutely terrifying at the same time. Although, in a weird way, he didn't mind her weird behavior too much. He'd known her longer than Otto, and she might even have the edge out on the Risch family. Being honest, he didn't know much about her. She worked for his boss from time-to-time on mysterious, unknown tasks.
Still, she was a regular, and fun to talk to. Even if she felt dangerous, he wanted to say that he could trust her, if only a little bit.
"Yes, well, putting my passion for my work momentarily aside…that person gave me permission to come and enjoy a drink, as per my own request. I hope you won't mind just one extra customer, right?" Elsa leaned forward, the thin smile on her lips widening slightly. "Though if you do, you're well aware that I have many other ways to convince you…"
"No, no, no, no, I've got no problem with getting one last top-up ready for you, Elsa-sama! None at all! No porubemu!" Subaru hurriedly reassured her, disappearing into the bar so fast that he practically left a trail of smoke behind him.
"Ara, I feel as if the service suddenly went up by several notches." Elsa walked in behind Subaru's figure, only to slowly look behind herself at the silent, empty, foggy night town.
With a final smirk, she'd close the door behind her and latch it shut, along with sliding the lock into place. Subaru was far too preoccupied to even hope to notice it.
She approached the counter, which was even further from the entrance, leaving the closed and locked door out of sight. Her every move oozed sensuality, even as she sat down at the counter and simply watched Subaru frantically prepare her something to drink.
The enigmatic beauty merely watched him move around in silence, a familiar scene that had played out one too many nights. In truth, despite her using this as a pretext for the accomplishment of her job, she'd done this many nights before.
'After all, there's nothing more fitting than to wash down the taste of a fresh kill like one of his drinks…'
It was regrettable. Yes, it was regrettable that such a place of enjoyment would be lost to Elsa permanently once she finished this job…but ultimately, that was all she felt.
At the end of the day…she would still kill Natsuki Subaru.
"I was thinking…do you feel like spicing it up a little bit, Elsa? Your drink, I mean. You're already pretty good at spicing up everything else. Maybe a little lime first? Then again, you mentioned you like your drinks to be a little more red, didn't you…"
Well…one last drink wouldn't hurt. There was no need to rush such an occasion when she had been offered her "target" as a sacrificial lamb on a platter, after all.
Afterword
Heeeeey, y'all. Well, it's been a long time, hasn't it? I mean, a really long time. At the very least, since I wrote anything Re:Zero related. I want to say this time that this is not a one-off thing, or a coincidence, or just something I did out of boredom. I am back to writing, and while all of it may not be Re:Zero related, or even consistently related to this story, I'm gonna be doing it more consistently overall.
This time I'm equipped with better pacing skills, more patience, willingness to accept help, and tons more.
But you're not here for this sappy stuff about a journey of self-discovery and hard work...you want to know what I've got to announce, don't you? Well...I'm going to be writing 'it' again. That's right. The thing everyone thought was discontinued, or on permanent hiatus...
I'm in the mood to write my biggest fanfic ever, my reaction fanfic, 'Viewing His Trials' again!
Well, I'm sure you guys don't need any more information than that. See you around, and hope you stay safe and well, cause I sure as hell will.