CONTENT WARNING: Fighting, Gore, and dismemberment

"OPEN THIS DOOR LUDWIG!"

Heavy, aggressive banging was shaking the house. Ludwig rolled over in bed and squinted at the clock. 3:42 in the morning. What the fuck was going on? The banging and yelling wouldn't stop and Ludwig held his head as he sat up in bed.

"YOU OPEN UP THIS GODDAMN DOOR LUDWIG!"

The ferocious yelling was muffled but it was enough to be annoying. The German heaved a sigh and shifted out of bed, being sure to grab a robe of sorts while shuffling to the front door. Every step made the angry knocking and furious shouting louder.

"I SWEAR TO GOD LUDWIG IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DO-"

Click

Ludwig idly cracked the door open just enough to see an infuriated England. There was uncontrollable rage in the Brit's eyes, and his aura was…uncomfortable.

"Can I help you?" Ludwig yawned with annoyance, keeping the door at just a crack.

The comment clearly pissed England off, as if he wasn't already red enough from shouting. England's lips snarled as his nostrils flared. "Let me inside." He seethed

Ludwig blinked at him in disbelief. "Arthur…it's almost 4 am"

"That wasn't a request." the words dropped out like poison.

Ludwig scowled at England. "No."

Ludwig went to close the door but England was fast and shoved his hand in the small crack of space. Gloved fingers curled into the wood, shoving back the oak. "Don't you dare close this fucking door on me Ludwig!," he steamed over Ludwig, moving his face into the new open space.

They were face to face now, the opening of the door just large enough for England's head to peek through. As the two stared each other down, Ludwig realized that something was terribly off with England. Arthur's normally green eyes were so dilated that the black consumed the entire iris. His skin was a porcelain white, which could have been from the cold, but there wasn't a spot of pink dusting his cheeks. Maybe he was imaginign it, but small, delicate veins of black and deep purple, barely visible underneath the skin, were branching over Arthurs' lips. It freaked Germany out and started a system of alarms in his head. If he didn't let Arthur in now, then he rationed that the Brit would only force his way in. It was best if Ludwig backed down.

Ludwigs grip on the knob loosened and he took a step back, letting Arthur push open the door. "Come in" he huffed, clearly annoyed.

Arthur shoved his way through the door, but froze immediately once he had fully stepped inside. He looked like a deer who got caught in the headlights. The rage was still steaming out of his eyes, but his shoulders started to curl in as tension ran through his blood. His eyes darted around the house, one hand clutching the messenger back across his chest. Arthurs breath caught and became irregular. There was fear, that's what it was. The moment Arthur came inside, he became fearful. Fearful because whatever was in this house was beyond anything he has ever encountered before in his life.

That familiar pit of anxiety was settling into Ludwigs stomach. The fog of sleep was starting to clear and neurons were firing in response to Arthur's visitation at an ungodly time in the morning. England was not one to visit the Beilschmidt household with well wishes, let alone at this hour. No, there was something Arthur wanted. When Ludwig saw how Arthur's body contorted the moment he stepped inside the house, he made the connection.

Arthur was here to kill his brother.

Ludwig tried to quickly swallow his panic once the realization was made. Getting arthur the fuck out of his house suddenly became a top priority. Better yet to do it with as little questions as possible. But it also looked like England knew something was going on. Knowing the brit, he would not leave unless there was a fight. But Arthur was afraid to be in the house, then maybe Ludwig had an edge. He could just play it dumb for now. See if that would be enough. He didn't know how much Arthur did and didn't know.

Germany took a deep breath, shifted out of Arthurs way, and closed the front door.

"Arthur…are you okay?"

Arthur's eyes snapped open and the black pits darted towards Ludwig. It caused the younger nation to slightly jump back. "Where is it?" England seethed.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about England" ludwig stuttered, not prepared for the look of murder on Arthur's face. He had to do his best to not hug the wall as he moved away from Arthur.

"You lied to me, Ludwig." Arthur's voice echoed like a sinister curse in Ludwig's ears as he approached the german.

Germany shook his head, taking a small step back to avoid Arthur's breathe from closing in on him. "Arthur, are you sure you're okay?"

"Stop asking me if I'm okay!" England shouted. His hands tensed into livid fists while he pointed an accusing finger. "And tell me where the FUCK! IT IS!"

Ludwig's hairs were rising on his neck. The two were barely inches from each other, the finger about to touch Ludwig's chest. Nervous eyes darted over England's face. Germany needed to think of something, and think of something fast.

The larger German gently put his hand on arthurs shoulder, which was as cold as ice. "Arthur, why don't we talk about whatever is bothering you over a cup of tea."

Arthurs head snapped to look at the hand on his shoulder before he aggressively shook it off. He scoffed at the attempt to calm him down. But some of the initial anger had fizzed out…for now.

"Do you know what's going on Ludwig?" The finger had dropped but accusations still shadowed Arthur's words.

Ludwig swallowed. "I'll be honest Arthur, I don't know why you are here, nor why you're here so early in the morning, but it must be important." Ludwig prayed that the lie had worked. He had gotten really good at lying in the last few weeks, so maybe he could lie his way out of this one.

England stopped, took a deep breathe, relaxed his shoulders, and stood up straight. Ludwig watched the black ease out of England's eyes and it was an instant relief. It had worked, his lie had worked. For how long, he didn't know, but Arthur's rage seemed to have let up.

"There is something in your house Ludwig." England warned, the anger now contained in itself on just the small huffs England would give.

Ludwig shook his head, "I don't understand Arthur." The ease was only temporary. Arthur was not going to let up about this. Ludwig was certain that Arthur would not leave until he got into the basement and saw Prussia. This felt unavoidable. Maybe he could get Arthur to come over at another time? It would buy him time to fortify the basement, hide his brother, clean the house.

England took a deep breath in. "We need to talk then." He motioned over to the couch and Ludwig swallowed nervously. He couldn't reject the offer or else it'd give him away.

"Are you sure this can't wait Arthur?" He hesitantly ventured, barely taking a seat on the far, far corner of the couch. Ludwig didn't want England any closer to the basement door than he already was. The only assurance Germany had at this point was the basement key around his neck hidden under his shirt

"I'm positive" the curt answer immediately put all hopes of getting England out of Ludwig's house to rest.

There was a tense moment of silence between the two before England started talking. "Ludwig, I need you to be completely honest with me. That spell that we did. Something went wrong. There's something in your house that shouldn't be here. Where did you get the translation."

Ludwig swallowed and did his best to keep his eyes from darting around the room. "I translated it myself."

England took a sharp breath and pinched his brow. He has not taken a seat at all. Was too restless to sit. The Brit took a few paces before stopping in front of Ludwig.

"What did you do after we were done?"

"Went to bed"

"Bullshit." England hissed.

Fuck. Lying wasn't going to work and Ludwig could feel himself starting to tense up. England was towering over him and the power dynamic had suddenly shifted. This felt like an interrogation

England stared Ludwig down, eyes searching his body from head to toe. Ludwig felt the eyes peel apart his skin and he wanted to curl into the couch and disappear. The lying act was over. Or almost over. A fight was about to happen.

"How long have you been lying to everyone?" England probed, the poison in his voice slowly dripping back in.

"I haven't been." Ludwig bit back, shoulders rising. The answer made England furious.

"Stop lying to me Ludwig!" Arthur threw a hand back in anger and the black was fogging up his eyes again.

Germany scowled at the older nation. "You need to leave." Germany got up, trying to intimidate Arthur, but was unsuccessful. England had pinned him down with his terrifying anger.

England blocked ludwig from moving with his body "You are going to sit the FUCK back down and tell me what the FUCK you did!"

"I didn't do anything!" Ludwig shoved England out the way to get to the front door. The smaller man stumbled to the side. Ludwig could feel the beady eyes stare holes into his skin.

"LIAR!" England shouted as he tried to grab Ludwig's shirt to stop him from moving. "You fucked with the dead Ludwig!"

Germany whipped around, furious eyes steaming.

"My brother isn't dead!"

Oops. Ludwigs eyes went wide as his hand clasped his mouth. He watched Arthur's face contort from surprise to sheer rage.

"I fucking knew it!" Arthur screamed at Ludwig. "What the fuck were you thinking!"

"He's my brother!" Ludwig yelled back. It was too late now. The doors of hell had opened.

"I don't give a shit!" The air was starting to get more cold and the oxygen thinning. "You fucked with the dead Ludwig! Now where is he! What is he! Tell me what you fucking did before I rip this house apart BRICK BY BRICK!"

"HE DIDN'T DIE ARTHUR!" Ludwig screamed. The two of them were standing off, heaving at each other with murderous glares.

"YES. HE DID!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT! YOU NEVER FUCKING SHOWED UP!"

England narrowed his eyes at Ludwig, while the German took heavy breaths. If they had to fist fight it, Ludwig would win. But the issue was England couldn't leave the house now. Not in one piece. He knew too much.

"Where. Is. It." The piercing of the low words were more terrifying than the shouting.

"Don't you dare call him an 'it'" Ludwig seethed back. His eyes darted toward the basement door. He wondered if the shouting would get a rise out of his brother. Prussia had been much more verbal this last week.

England saw ludwigs eyes dart and he followed them to a wooden door with a deadbolt lock on it. Bingo "What's behind the door Ludwig" he hissed, taking a step towards it.

"None of your fucking business. That's what's behind the door." Ludwig moved to block England's step forward.

England's eyes darted between Ludwig and the wooden door, nostrils flaring with every breath he took. Ludwig knew what an enemy trying to run looked like. Ludwig and the keys were the only thing stopping Arthur from getting to his brother.

Arthur glowered and continued to slowly move forward, Ludwig matching the movements to block him, but Arthur made it difficult.

"Your brother is dead, Ludwig," he hissed, inching forward. "He's 6 feet underground. He's rotting. He's not alive."

"Stop it"

"He isn't breathing. He's not coming back" Arthur continued to antagonize ludwig with poisonous words.

"Liar!" Ludwig cried out, moving in front of arthur.

"You're the liar Ludwig!" Arthur shrieked before trying to run past Ludwig to get to the basement door. Ludwig tried to grab the brit but his hands grabbed air instead. England slipped past him.

Panic flashed in Ludwigs eyes. He was quick to follow Arthur, who immediately tried the door handle. The clanging of the locked medal echoed out and Arthur realized it wouldn't open without a key. He scrambled into his bag to see if there was anything he could use, but Ludwig got to him before he could find anything. The larger man forcibly grabbed arthurs hands and pinned him against the wall. Ludwig could feel a frenzy in him that was being fed by the panic of losing his brother again. He gripped arthurs wrists, knuckles turning white as he forcefully pressed the hands into the way.

"You leave my brother the fuck alone!" he spat into Arthur's face.

"It's not your brother!" he spit back, squirming to get free

Ludwigs grip tightened on arthurs wrists. He would break the man's wrists if he needed to. "I told you to stop calling Gilbert 'it'"

Arthur scowled at him, his eyes darting between ludwigs face, chest, and the door just next to him. When he caught sight of the keys around Ludwigs neck, he didn't hesitate to take his knee and shove it up as fast and as hard as he could into Ludwigs groin. The attempt was successful and Ludwig immediately stumbled back, dropping the wrists of Arthur in surprise. England took the opportunity to grab at the keys on ludwigs neck, the metal making a harsh snap when the chain broke.

In a quick movement, England was able to get the key into the deadbolt and open the door. However, as soon as he got the door open, Ludwig tackled him. The weight was enough to send the both of them crashing down the stairs in a tumbling mess. The mass of bodies smashed against the heavy basement door. The two men became a mangled mess of bodies as they scrambled to get up and be the first to reach the key still stuck in the lock above them.

Ludwig was the first to get up, and once he was on his feet, he took the opportunity to land a hard kick to England's face. It caused Arthur to collapse on the floor. England was too slow to recollect himself. By the time he got up and halfway up the stairs, Ludwig had pocketed the key. Arthur tried to lunge after Ludwig in a lame attempt to stop the German, but he was at a disadvantage. Ludwig doged the lunge and watched Arthur's body hit the stairs before grabbing the brits' hair and lifting him up by the head. The smaller man yelped in pain and beat his hands against Germany's.

It was at this point Ludwig realized he would have to kill Arthur. It was Arthur or his brother. England had made it clear that the two of them could not exist together. It was a terrible realization to make but Ludwig could NOT lose his brother again. Not this time. Not again.

England squirmed, one hand hitting the first that held his hair, the other hand reaching for one of Ludwig's robe pockets.

"You should have stayed home Arthur '' Ludwig growled. Arthur's eyes flashed with fear right as Germany let go of his head and kicked him down the stairs again. The smaller body tumbled down the old stairs and slammed into the wall of the secondary basement door. The sound of Ludwig's heavy steps drowned out the soft moans of pain. England's attempts to push himself off the ground were pathetic. Whatever was in his messenger back had been broken or smashed.

Ludwig grabbed the brits' hair again, forcing his face up; the second fall down the stairs had caused a broken nose and a few cuts on Arthur's face.

"Fuck you." England weakly spat out.

Ludwig scowled at him. "We wouldn't be here if you just minded your own goddamn business."

"You're going to hurt people" Arthur protested weakly, in a lame struggle to stop Ludwig from continuing with this madness.

"You wouldn't get it." Ludwig mumbled as he shoved England's face back into the stone floor. He winced at the crack that came from Arthur's nose, and tried his best to ignore the whimper that followed. Ludwig didn't want to hurt Arthur, but Prussia was too important to him.

Ludwig stood up straight and pressed his foot into Arthur's back to stop the man from getting up. He looked towards the basement door and realized that Prussia may be the best answer to all of this. His brother had gotten pretty good at hunting lately, and maybe…maybe this was what Gilbert needed to feel better.

It was sick. Ludwig recognized that. But it could potentially solve two problems. Arthur tried to get up under ludwigs foot. Germany just kicked him to the side to get him out of the way. Arthur groaned from being kicked and his head weakly lifted to watch Ludwig unlock the door. When the lock clicked, Ludwig glanced at England again.

Germany bent down and grabbed England by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. One of his hands was still on the basement door.

"I wish it didn't have to end like this" Ludwig lamented, but there was no sorrow in his eyes.

England's eyes widened in panic when he saw how stone faced Ludwig was. This was it. Arthur was about to meet whatever the hell was behind this door, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Arthur had gotten what he wanted, but the way Germany looked at him told him that he had lost. England's breath started to hitch as he began to squirm against the unmoving giant.

"Goodbye Arthur."

Ludwig used all his strength to open the door and throw Arthur into the pitch black basement. He was quick to close the door again and lock it, looking immediately away. He swallowed thickly, not really realizing exactly what he had done. The key slipped back into his pocket and Ludwig slowly moved back up the stairs. He didn't like waiting around to listen to Prussia eat. It was too upsetting. His eyes squeezed shut and he plugged his ears when he started to hear a banging on the door.

It would be fine, right? Ludwig tried to reassure himself as he closed the second basement door at the top and locked it. The pounding sounds were muffled out by this door, which was a nice ease on the mind.

Ludwigs heavy steps dragged themselves to his bedroom, where the sounds of Arthur could not reach him. He plopped down into the sheets and closed his eyes. This was all just a nightmare, right? He'd feel better when he woke up.

Arthur's body hit the basement floor with a loud thud. He scrambled to get on his feet and grab the door handle before it closed, but the lock clicked right as his hand desperately grabbed the knob. He jiggled it once, twice, and three times in a panic before banging on the door.

"Ludwig! LUDWIG!" The banging on the door echoed throughout the basement. "LUDWIG!"

The energy in the basement was unlike anything Arthur had ever experienced. It was freezing, freezing cold. He felt ice run through his blood. The air was cracking in high pitched frequencies enough to give someone a headache. And it smelled rotten. Like if a corpse had been left to rot for the last three weeks in the baseme-

Arthur froze once he made the realization. A corpse HAD been rotting in here for the last three weeks.

Arthur's hand dragged down the wood in a slow terror. He had made too much noise. Prussia was in the same room with him. Arthur slowly turned his head around to try to see what exactly was in the basement.

His body slowly inched around and pressed against the wall. There had to be a light switch somewhere, right? His breathing felt too loud while his eyes scanned the pitch black.

Faint, small sounds of shuffling moved in the room, and Arthur's eyes immediately turned towards the direction of the noise.

That's when he saw it.

A soft, yellow glow of two orbs turning slowly into view in a far corner of the black abyss.

England felt his stomach drop. It was now increasingly more important that he find the lightswitch. His feet fumbled underneath him as his hand frantically moved up and down the wall to find a switch. His eyes were glued on the orbs from across the room. They were silently growing larger by the second, and Arthur could feel his heart trying to pound out of his chest. He was too scared to blink. Too scared to make a noise. Too scared to breathe.

Arthur watched the orbs slowly grow, and then, in slow motion, the glowing eyes blinked, and suddenly they were gone. Arthurs breath immediately hitched and his heart leaped.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck this was not good. He could feel tears starting to pool from the terror. If England wasn't smart about this, he would not be able to leave this basement. His ears strained trying to find where Prussia had gone while his hands searched for the one thing that he felt could save him.

The yellow, soulless eyes suddenly reappeared, lighting fast, inches from Arthur's face.

Silent air escaped arthurs lips in a terrified attempt at a scream. It was in that exact moment he had found the light. The singular light in the center of the basement lit up the room and Prussia's dead, decaying face was only a mere few inches from england.

The corpse's jaw unhinged itself and shrieked into England's face, flecks of decay from other poor animals flying into England's hair. It was a blood curdling shriek, high and rasp, loud enough to make your ears ring.

Arthur's knees buckled under him from the fright of Prussia's corpse, but that very thing may have just saved England's life. The corpse's hands darted out to grab his head, but had barely missed because England had dropped to the floor. Thinking fast, England kicked one of Prussia's calves as hard as he could. A dry crack echoed through the air as the corpse tumbled forward. England scrambled on the ground to try to get out of its way, but wasn't fast enough. The body crashed right into him.

"Fuck!" Arthur cried when the rotting body fell on him. It was a lot lighter than he thought it would be but he didn't take any time to dwell on it. Arthur frantically tried to push Prussia off by kicking and pushing as hard as he could. The corpse lumbered off Arthur on to the floor and England scrambled onto his feet, head spinning.

This couldn't be happening, right? This shouldn't be possible! There was no way Ludwig had been successful at animating a corpse this proficient. This fast. Arthur's breathing was heavy and uneven while he heaved over the dead body. It wasn't moving, and that terrified him. Arthur peered at it cautiously, clutching his chest and feeling his heart pound. Did the fall knock it out? Was it dead? The dim light in the basement cast ghoulish shadows over the corpse.

His foot gently prodded the head of thin white hair. The thing didn't move. His shoe prodded the head again, this time with a more aggressive kick. A squelch echoed out alongside a loud crack as he felt the head give. The nose made England shutter, but it also was reassuring for him. Maybe he HAD killed this thing.

Arthur peered at the corpse a little longer before letting out a large sigh of relief. It was too fragile a body to maintain. Germany couldn't possibly have thought this scheme was going to work. Arthur looked up from the unmoving corpse on the floor to take a better view of the basement, shaking his boot to get rid of whatever he had kicked in.

The floor was covered in blood. It has been obvious that it has been scrubbed but no amount of cleaning could wipe away the crimson stains on the concrete floor. There was a particularly heavy stain to the corner that Arthur had seen the eyes come from. Was that where the corpse dragged its victims? Arthur could barely make a collection of bones in that corner. It was hard to tell where the smell of rot was coming from, because the corpse by his feet was rank, but everywhere else smelled just as awful. There was a small collection of toys scattered about the room. Children's toys, but Arthur couldn't make out what they were specifically. The Brits' eyes moved to the opposite corner to see a collection of furniture and pictures. How odd…Did Germany really think this…this thing was his brother? He had given it a bed? And clothes? And toys? England held his throbbing head in his hands. He couldn't really feel the front of his face. He could only feel his warm blood dripping down his face.

It was Arthur's mistake to think so little of Germany and Prussia and the efforts Ludwig had made. It was Arthur's mistake to look up and away from the corpse that he had thought was dead.

While Arthur was looking up for a split moment, away from the rotting body, it took the opportunity to take England by surprise. Prussia's bony hands quickly clasped around England's ankle, causing the man to gasp in surprise. With hasty speed, Prussia yanked Arthur's foot, causing the man to topple backwards. It's terrifying mouth was quick to tear away the leather on the boot and sink into Arthur's ankle, ripping out the achilles tendon.

Arthur's scream bounced off the walls, adrenaline coursing through his veins again. "FUCK!" he screamed as he started to kick at prussia's head with his other foot but the thing wasn't letting up. He could feel the bones give way. He could feel his foot cracking the skull, but it wasn't fucking doing anything! Tears were streaming down Arthur's face and he tried to pull himself away from the gnashing of his own ankle. Prussia wasn't letting up. Arthur tried another really hard kick and felt the forehead of the corpse give way.

It didn't do what Arthur hoped. Prussia's head snapped backwards from his ankle, his bone now exposed, and Arthur watched in horror as it's head rolled back to look at him, the front of its face sunken. The corpse unhinged its bloody jaw again and screeched in anger at Arthur. There was a cracking of black and purple energy around the areas of impact that Arthur had kicked.

The brit's eyes grew wide from realization and terror. The black magic in this room, in this body, was overwhelming. That's why it was still alive. Still going. The black magic was repairing the corpse as it took impact. What had England done? He was going to die…he was going to die… Fuck. he was going to die! Fuck! Arthur shook his head violently with tears streaming down his bloodied and dirt covered face. HIs sobbing combatted the scream from prussia.

Arthur tried to use this last moment of Prussia's lost attention to drag himself away but it wasn't any use. His arms slipped in the blood on the floor, his hand bumping into a blood covered rubber duck. The squeak it made seemed only amplified Arthur's panic. It was no use. England's arm went up to protect his face as Prussia pounced from the ground onto Arthur's body, nails and teeth ripping to whatever it had landed on.

Arthur's screams and sobbs for Ludwig to make this stop echoed throughout the basement, up the staircase, and through the hall.

Ludwig simply closed the door to his room.

….

The morning was met with the sun peaking through Ludwig's window. He yawned, stretched, and blinked his eyes open. He was…sore. Why was he sore? Ludwig's eyes strained while tried to remember.

Oh yeah…..Arthur had come last night….

Arthur…..

Ludwigs eyes narrowed as the name seethed out of his teeth. That man should have minded his own fucking business. England had no business with them, and getting involved with it got him killed. This was the last thing Ludwig had wanted! But it couldn't have been helped. Not when Ludwig was so close to getting his brother back.

The anger he felt toward the brit weighed his shoulder down while he went to grab his morning coat. There was a mess in the basement, no doubt, and it would need to be cleaned. His feet were heavy on the wood floor. The doors all clicked loudly in the empty house. The locked echoed.

Ludwig creaked the secondary basement door open. His brother was crouched over a bloody heap of mangled clothes and flesh. He felt the urge to vomit but was quick to swallow it. Prussia's dead eyes followed his brother's entrance, waiting for Ludwig's usual "Good Morning Brother."

Instead Ludwig went over to his brother's side and crouched down with him to take a look at the body.

It was disgusting, that was for sure. But most of it was intact. Which made sense because Prussia had taken a while to eat larger dogs, so a whole human? It might take a few days. Ludwigs eyes scanned over the heap of flesh. Arthur's face had been torn off on one side. His skull was exposed around his jaw and cheekbone, nose missing, and Ludwig could see the teeth marks in the flesh. Arthur's eye was squished in on the one side of his face. Moving down, prussia had gone for the neck, ripping it apart and exposing the trachea. The contents of Arthur's stomach had been pulled out in a messy string. Ludwig was looking at the chest, which appeared to be smashed in from prussia trying to dig at the ribcage, when he noticed something…odd.

Arthurs chest was still heaving. It was a very very faint rise and fall. You would have missed it if you weren't paying attention, but it was there. Ludwig blinked back in surprise. Arthur should have been dead. No human being could handle this. No nation could handle this.

It was the sick retribution for the centuries of England's black magic usage and abuse. A curse that would keep him alive during intense suffering. To be pulled apart the way he was, it would have been better to be dead than to be hanging on by a thread. But the black magic running through his veins kept him alive. Ludwig didn't know this of course, but even if he did, it would not have stopped his amazement.

Germany got up from crouching, his brother following his example, and gave a hard kick to Arthur's side. There was a loud SQUISH as the organs shifted about and blood spilled over onto the floor. A pathetically weak moan softly sounded from the floor.

"Huh" Germany mumbled under his breath. "So you're alive then."

AN/ Hello everyone! Merry Christmas and happy holidays! thank you everyone who checked out my story from on instagram! I appreciate it! For those who haven't checked out my instagram, me and my friends actually did a WHOLE photoshoot for this story that foreshadow what is to come! You can find pictures on my insta the_vultures_branch, as well as on our group page azhetahoes. There are a few other people who have posted content for this story on insta including 49thbookman, auxiliarycosplay, and _dani_cosplay_ If you want to check out our tiktoks, you can see them on Dani's page. They should be linked on the various instagram pages.

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