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Strange
(A Balan Wonderworld drabble)
Everything felt so new. Their little teal-grey eyes blinked sleepily, the blurry colors finally solidifying in their field of vision. A face of midnight purple and ivory with hot pink and black markings was within their view, sapphire blue irises surrounded by yellow sclera and framed by thick lashes staring back at them.
A soft smile sat upon his lips, the vibrant neon markings in tendril-like locks seeming to glow in the darkness. The small figure he held bundled up in his arms blinked up at him, wide-eyed, wanting to reach up and place a little hand on his face but finding they couldn't, due to being wrapped up in a blanket. They wanted to make a fuss, but the energy of the figure holding them - their father, perhaps? - was calming enough to them to prevent it. Instead, they settled for wiggling around a little, in an attempt indicate that they wanted to get loose.
The Negati King chuckled softly, moving part of the blanket so the infant's little hand could reach out; and reach out they did, taking one of his glove-clad fingers in their much smaller grasp. They dragged his hand up into their field of vision, curious little eyes scanning over each detail in an attempt to commit it to memory, despite having been brought to life only a short while ago.
They heard him say something. Their name? It felt like their name. Serendipity, he called them. Their eyes snapped up to his, letting go of his finger in favor of reaching up towards his face. A laugh bubbled up in his chest, lighter than the chuckle he let out earlier. This little life he held was something he created. A being like him. He gently leaned into the little one's attempt to place their hand on his cheek, blue eyes shining brightly in pride and happiness.
For now, this little one was his light in the darkness. His dear child. Their features a combination of his own and those of the visitor he fancied, an odd way for him to express that he harbored affection for her, but his own unique way. Serendipity, the little one in his arms, let out a big yawn and pulled their little arm back into the blanket, which Lance then folded back into its original position.
It felt strange, knowing this little one was his own creation, with a little help from the magic of Wonderworld itself. But it was a good strange. A lucky strange. And that was why he had named them Serendipity; they were a stroke of good luck to him, a chance at happiness once more.
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Different
(A Balan Wonderworld drabble)
Serendipity glanced around, nervously fiddling with their too-long sweater sleeves. Their father had something important to attend to, and left them in charge of things while he was gone. The Negati around them didn't seem to mind too much, knowing the Princex was every bit as capable as the King himself. Serendipity's only concern was where their father had gone, and when he would be back.
After a while, they felt they had waited long enough, and were quickly growing bored. The Kosokoso on their shoulder, Noir, let out a silent sigh and tapped their cheek gently with a paw; giving Serendipity a look that essentially said "Go, I'll hold down the fort." The Negati Princex gave a gentle hug to their companion in thanks, setting them down before seeming to meld with the shadows, wanting to explore Wonderworld for themself.
Peeking their head out of the shadows just enough to look around after having traveled for a bit, Serendipity found themself growing curious, and perhaps even a bit confused. This place was so bright and colorful and warm; so much different from what they were used to. Those little creatures bounding around; what were they? They were too colorful to be Negati, and lacked the ivory mask-face anyways.
Glancing around the area, Serendipity saw nobody around that could spot them, and slinked the rest of the way out of the shadows. Immediately the small creatures' attention had turned towards them, most shivering or letting out frightened chirps and trying to run. Serendipity almost panicked, growing worried that the commotion would get them caught. It wasn't until a few actually leapt at them, bumping into them harshly, that they let out a shriek.
They suddenly found themselves being held in a protective grasp, and upon cracking an eye open, looked up to find a young woman with bicolored blonde and brunette hair, a stern look in her teal-grey eyes as she stared down the little red fuzzballs that had just been full-body tackling poor Serendipity. Her tone as she began to lecture the little round critters could only be accurately described as motherly.
Once the small creatures had enough of her scolding, they turned and hopped away. She let out a sigh, turning back to look at Serendipity and gently releasing them from her arms. "I'm sorry about the Tims. From what I was told, the red ones practically live to fight. Are you okay?" She asked.
Serendipity squinted a little, their eyes scanning over every detail of the young woman that had just saved them from the aggressive Tims. Coming to a mental conclusion based on her appearance, they opened their mouth to speak, and said probably the last thing the poor human was expecting.
"Are you my mother?"
Francine blinked, confused by this question. Their mother? How could she be their mother? "I'm sorry, you may have me confused with someone el-" Serendipity's voice cut her off. "Francine Stone. That's your name, right?" They asked. "How did you...?" Francine trailed off.
Serendipity gave a soft smile. "Father told me about you. He said you were essentially my mother, because he partially modeled my appearance after yours. He says he did it out of love." The slightly shorter being replied. "Well, if you know my name, then what's yours?" Francine asked, a small smile making its way back to her face as well.
The two talked for a short while, until Serendipity received a signal from Noir that Lance had returned and was searching for them. "I hope I'll see you again... mother." They smiled, before melding into the shadows once more. Francine waved goodbye as they left, and once they had gone, she sat down in the grass amongst the Tims, many of which happily hopped over to the young woman and snuggled up against her.
The experience she'd just had was different... but it was a good different. She didn't mind that Lance had partially modeled Serendipity after her. In fact, she was flattered. But it brought to mind a question. Why did Lance love her? What about her caught his eye? She was just another broken heart wandering through Wonderworld searching for the piece she lost. Love had been the last thing on her mind, until now.
Things were different now. But it was a different she could get used to.
Brambles (Yandere!Lance X Francine drabble)
The underbelly of Wonderworld was always so unforgivingly cold. A wintery embrace that could make one feel like they had never known warmth once in their lifetime. The darkness around them seemed to close in, causing the girl to hide her face in the torn cloak of her captor. She had always been afraid of the idea that something may lurk in the darkness, waiting to strike and drag her into the shadows.
Even as she sat in that exact situation, she couldn't help but flinch away from the darkness and further into the arms of the very beast she feared that lurked in the shadows. How much time had passed since she came to Wonderworld? Was time different here than in her own world? Had she been gone long enough for her grandfather to grow worried? All these thoughts and many more swarmed around in her head, forcing her to close her eyes as she laid there, cradled by the Negati King.
Her heart had already been fixed, but Lance refused to let her leave Wonderworld, knowing the world outside that awaited her was cruel and unforgiving and would only send her back broken all over again.
Why leave a world you can shape any way you wish for one that had hurt you before, and would not hesitate to do so again? Had Lance simply stood by and watched from the shadows as always, Balan would have sent Francine back to her world; her cold, unfeeling world, devoid of empathy.
No, he wouldn't let her go back there. Not when she had everything she could ever want in her Wonderworld. Not when his children, the children he created in her partial likeness out of love, needed her motherly affections and care. Not when he could finally hold her in his arms; when he could finally keep her safe forever.
She was his little rose, and the darkness he commanded in this little world would be the brambles meant to protect the delicate flower. He would be the thorn hidden right beneath the petals, preventing his rose from ever being taken from him; his eternally-blooming rose that flourished in the shadows.
And she let herself be such.
Noir
(A Balan Wonderworld drabble)
It was cold. Cold was all they could feel. Why was it so cold? They didn't know yet. Inky black and neon blue swirled together, forming a small figure, upon which a white mask-like face materialized. Long, wispy, ear-like tufts of shadow extended from their little head, stripes of that neon blue contrasting against the midnight color of their body. A swirl of that same blue made itself known upon a spherical appendage on their back, almost like a tail.
Coal-black eyes blinked open amidst the porcelain white of their face, little blue pinpricks of light that none of the others had flickering to life within those little voids. Glancing around as they allowed their little body to unfurl, little ebony paws touched a cold, black, almost glasslike floor. The shadows around them billowed like smoke, an unseen force beckoning them somewhere.
Unlike their brethren, the new little one dropped to all fours before scampering in the direction they felt drawn towards. As they ran, their round tail bobbed with their ear-like tufts, making them look like swirls of blue stardust in the night. They ran and ran until they bumped into something, letting out a squeak.
"Hm?" A soft voice emitted from the obstacle; apparently a person. They turned towards the dazed creature, gently lifting them with snow white glove-clad hands, cradling their small form in their palms. The little one looked up at this person, seeing a face of midnight purple and ivory with sapphire blue eyes looking back at them. They felt no fear; in fact, they felt as though their energy was linked to this person.
Lance smiled softly at the tiny Negati he held in his palms, knowing there was something special about them. This one was different from the rest, he could feel it. Once the little one snapped out of whatever trance they seemed to be in, they leapt from his palms and onto his shoulder, clambering into his collar and snuggling into him. He chuckled softly as their little ear-tufts tickled his neck, and watched amused as they reached a little paw out to bat at the lone tendril-like lock that always hung in his face.
Indeed, this little one was special. He decided he would keep them close; raise them as a companion rather than let them loose to wreak havoc. He knew they would need a name if they were going to stick around. His eyes scanned over their inky black form, not too different from the bodies of their brethren, and smiled softly as he finally came to a decision. He knew the perfect name for them.
"Welcome to Wonderworld... Noir."
Something New
(A Balan Wonderworld drabble)
Little blue eyelights flickered awake, sensing a new energy close by. Noir shook their head, much like how a dog would, sleepily rubbing the side of their face with a little paw like they were scratching an itch. They stretched out, leaping from their perch and following the direction they felt the energy in.
Noir eventually came to an area where they could see Lance, the Negati King, standing with his back turned towards them. The little Kosokoso cautiously approached, realizing he held something in his arms and wanting to take a look.
Noticing the small Negati by his feet, Lance smiled softly, allowing them to clamber onto a tendril before lifting them to be level with his arms. A bundle of fabric rested there, and the source of the energy was within. Noir leaned a little closer as they sniffed at the bundle, spotting a little button nose and round, soft cheeks of ivory. Lance carefully pulled back part of the fabric, revealing a small face similar to his own, but with different markings and bi-colored hair like the contrast of snow and chocolate. The little being's eyes were half open, indicating that they were in fact very sleepy. Yellow sclera surrounded lovely teal-grey irises, all framed by thick black lashes.
Noir glanced back up at their master, tilting their head in curiosity. Where did this little thing come from? Did they have a name? Why was it they looked like Lance, and yet at the same time, they didn't?
Lance merely chuckled, these questions being conveyed to him through the bond of their energy. He gently rubbed his cheek against the bundled-up little being's, pulling that same piece of fabric back into its original place, and softly rocking the little bundle in his arms. He looked back at Noir, mouthing words they heard loud and clear despite Lance not even letting out a whisper. Satisfied with the answer, Noir softly placed a paw on the little one's cheek, welcoming them to Wonderworld in their own little way. It was nice to see something new for a change.
"My dear child, Serendipity."
Strange
(A Balan Wonderworld drabble)
Everything felt so new. Their little teal-grey eyes blinked sleepily, the blurry colors finally solidifying in their field of vision. A face of midnight purple and ivory with hot pink and black markings was within their view, sapphire blue irises surrounded by yellow sclera and framed by thick lashes staring back at them.
A soft smile sat upon his lips, the vibrant neon markings in tendril-like locks seeming to glow in the darkness. The small figure he held bundled up in his arms blinked up at him, wide-eyed, wanting to reach up and place a little hand on his face but finding they couldn't, due to being wrapped up in a blanket. They wanted to make a fuss, but the energy of the figure holding them - their father, perhaps? - was calming enough to them to prevent it. Instead, they settled for wiggling around a little, in an attempt indicate that they wanted to get loose.
The Negati King chuckled softly, moving part of the blanket so the infant's little hand could reach out; and reach out they did, taking one of his glove-clad fingers in their much smaller grasp. They dragged his hand up into their field of vision, curious little eyes scanning over each detail in an attempt to commit it to memory, despite having been brought to life only a short while ago.
They heard him say something. Their name? It felt like their name. Serendipity, he called them. Their eyes snapped up to his, letting go of his finger in favor of reaching up towards his face. A laugh bubbled up in his chest, lighter than the chuckle he let out earlier. This little life he held was something he created. A being like him. He gently leaned into the little one's attempt to place their hand on his cheek, blue eyes shining brightly in pride and happiness.
For now, this little one was his light in the darkness. His dear child. Their features a combination of his own and those of the visitor he fancied, an odd way for him to express that he harbored affection for her, but his own unique way. Serendipity, the little one in his arms, let out a big yawn and pulled their little arm back into the blanket, which Lance then folded back into its original position.
It felt strange, knowing this little one was his own creation, with a little help from the magic of Wonderworld itself. But it was a good strange. A lucky strange. And that was why he had named them Serendipity; they were a stroke of good luck to him, a chance at happiness once more.
