Had the trick not worked? The cloth was pulled off and he could see Marvin clearly in the dark- wait what? “Happy birthday!” The lights went on and only now could he see his family standing in one of the backstage rooms with him. This was a normal disappearance act, nothing could really go wrong here and he trusted his brother after all. Now I will ask you to step into this box before I’ll cover it and begin spinning.” Henrik did as told. “You see, good sir”, oh yeah, Marvin was having a blast, “I have this box, without sides. He just always changed the trick with them, so there was no way for Henrik to know what would come next. Marvin had pulled this stunt with his other brothers before, so this was no suprise. The doctor tried to hide his amusement when he was directed on-stage and asked for his name. “I sadly have to proclaim that there’s only one trick left for tonights show”, Marvin exclaimed, playing along to the audiences shouts, “and for that one I’ll need a volunteer!” Immediately arms shot up but Marvin ignored them all in favour of staring at Henrik. One trick followed after the other, with cards disappearing, animals reappearing, flames, smoke and explosions! By the time of finish his mood was significantly better and almost none of his thoughts were directed towards Edward. Besides having seen it numerous times the show never ceased to amaze Henrik. They’d stopped at his favourite café for waffles and could now take their seats in one of the front rows. Marvin’s holding open some seats for us, maybe that will take your mind off of things.”īy the time they reached the theatre Henrik’s mood had lifted a little. You know how he is when he’s stressed”, it didn’t really help Henrik’s mood, especially when Chase noticed himself how lame those excuses sounded, “In the meantime, how ‘bout we get going. Had Edward really just forgotten his birthday? Chase came up beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Henrik looked after him with a heartbroken expression.
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“What do you mean? You said you were free today?” “Yeah, well Chuck just called me, they need me for a patient”, he swiftly stood up and with a short peck on his boyfriend’s cheek he was out of the door. When none came he decided to go for a little push, “You know what day it is?” “Yeah, saturday”, Edward respondet grumpy, “which means that I’ll have to work at the clinic.” Finally Henrik’s smile fell. “A great morning”, Henrik respondet, expecting some sort of birthday wishes from his partner. “Good morning”, Edward handed him his coffee mug. He deserved to look nice on his birthday after all! Smile still wide on his face he made his way down into the dining room, where the others were eating. It was Saturday, his day off for once, so he could take his time and properly get done. Today was going to be great! He glanced outside to marvel at the red and yellow trees and threw on a turtleneck sweater. Keep reading whumptober2021 no.12 torture made to watch markiplier egos fic death tw stabbing tw gun tw major character death the author the host dr finally got it done! Tense, “We both know that death isn’t logical like this. Mind?”, the Author let out a quite chuckle that made the Host’s entire body “Why? Because I died? Because I killed myself and got trapped inside your Writer sauntered forward and it took everything inside the Host to not stepīack. “He- the Author…he shouldn’t be here!” The
“What ticked you off first? Was it the new books? Or did you realize youĬouldn’t hear me anymore?” Sharp teeth stretched into their significant His mouth went dry as he realized- “Hey, Hosty.” The Host swung around, horrorīadly disguised as he took in the Author’s presence taking up the entrance. Impossible, the cabin had burned down, they made sure of that who even would. Notebooks covering the shelves and piled onto the desk, displayed proudly like His breath got stuck in his throat as he scanned the rows and rows of Not the manor then, somewhere in the forest- his narrations finally startedīack up, drawing a clear picture of a cabin room that had the Host’s skinĬrawl. Wood hit him next, hanging into the air, attached to floor, wall and furniture. His small bedroom window or even the flickering of a candle. Not the usually suggestion of light streaming into I was crying earlier and thought…why not make you cry too?) (Set in the canon timeline where the Author died and became the Host, because it might get confusing otherwise. Yet things get so much worse when Dr Iplier gets pulled into the mess.
The Host finds his worst nightmares coming true when he somehow wakes up in the Author’s cabin.
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