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[goddamnitmahtin-again]

Dami’s Teddy Part 7

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Danny held a hand over his mouth. He was going to be absolutely sick. The mark was undeniable. The sigil was his. The only other person on the planet that had that mark was Sam. Because he let her do the one most intimate thing a person could do.

A ghost’s core is the only organ that really matters when your made of ectoplasm. It’s your energy source, the keeper of your obsession, your heart. Without it, a ghost will corrupt and deform into something that Danny used to fight as Phantom. Some people called them monsters but that’s not it. Not really. A core held everything that made a ghost themself and it was symbolically very important.

Ghosts have been known to give their cores to their lovers for safe keeping as a show of affection and immovable trust. But more often, the most important ceremony a ghost could perform was allowing someone to hold their core in their hands and place the energy against their lips as a seal of connection. Two souls forever intertwined by a kiss.

Those ceremonies were very intimate and could only truly work between souls that are destined for a deep bond. It could be romantic or familial, sometimes even really close friendship but that was a rarity. Most humans thought of the bond sigil as a form of ghost marriage.

Which was the cause for Danny’s nausea. These people were going to think he was some predator that took a child groom when in reality he had no idea how his bond sigil ended up on Damian’s neck. He couldn’t even really remember how they met anymore… why was it so foggy? Fuck-

With a start, Danny realized his memories from before he was Danyal were clouded in a haze. He couldn’t remember Sam’s face clearly, the smell of his mother’s perfume. He couldn’t quite recall the feeling of a hug on his skin from his sister…. J- J- what- what was her name…. Danny couldn’t remember…. Fuck-

A tear ran down his face as his body suddenly felt foreign and wrong, a gross feeling beginning to fester in his stomach. He wanted to gag again. Was his skin real? Or was he just a specter? Nothing made any sense and it made Danny feel disgusting. If Danny was his real name. He remembered it vaguely, a smile on black painted lips as they called him that.

Danny barely felt it when he was restrained. He didn’t much care. The fight in him was gone. He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t…. Why couldn’t he remember… only full ghosts tend to forget. Why- why couldn’t he remember?

He curled in on himself. Magic shackles pulled on his wrists and neck, it would have choked him if he needed air. There was no point pulling himself out of it. They were right after all. He had marked Damian with his sigil. Maybe he was dangerous. It wasn’t like he could remember. It wasn’t like he could disprove anything at all. Maybe he was a monster.

…

Alfred watched in horror as Constantine pushed him out of the way, pulling Danyal by the collar, a magical shackle appearing around is neck like some kind of animal. Shackles appeared around his wrists next as he pulled his thin body into a ball on the floor, seemingly unaware of what was happening to him. He looked distressed. Something was wrong.

Alfred stumbled on his feet, his age betraying him as his knees buckled slightly from the harsh shove. He felt himself get caught and looked to see Young Master Damian with a bloodlust in his eyes he hadn’t had since he was a child.

“Constantine! Stop!” he heard Raven cry as himself and the young master were suddenly compressed inside of some sort of barrier. It was invisible to see but Alfred knew he was being willed to fall to the floor, Young Master Damian falling to his knees beside him.

“They are trying to protect it! We have to separate them from it until we can remove the marriage contract,” Alfred snarled at the incompetence leaving Constantine’s mouth.

A lot of things happened after that. Alfred could barely keep up with it. Everyone began to shout. Raven raised her fist, dark energy swirling, threatening Constantine in some fashion, Zatanna trying to stand between them. Nightwing and Master Bruce stepped back from the chaos and Alfred lost sight of them behind the other titans, gearing up to back up Raven. Alfred thought he may have seen Beast Boy turn into a dog for a moment.

Anger surged inside of Alfred’s old bones and he knew that Young Master Damian was just as enraged. Neither of them could hear anything clearly except one another, an effect of the magical force keeping them on the cement flooring no doubt.

“They are gonna hurt him Alfred,” Damian growled as he struggled against the invisible and just as immovable force. The young man’s face was twisted with rage, his eyes dark with animalistic bloodlust. Alfred couldn’t say he looked any better.

No matter what may have happened, Danyal did not want to hurt anybody. He was Alfred’s closest friend that made the manor feel less empty while the children were away. And in a similar vein, Alfred could imagine that the phantom boy was Young Master Damian’s very first friend. At least after moving to the manor. But from what Danyal has told him, Damian never let anyone get close to him until he started going to public school.

“My boy, we must appeal to your father and brother or there is not telling that Constantine will do,” he responded, his mind already trying to find a way out. There simply had to be something he could do other than watch.

Alfred couldn’t think much further than that when he heard a cry of pain. It was Danyal’s voice. He looked back to the ghostly form of a boy only to see him crying out in pain as Constantine began to do… something. A spell to banish the spirit perhaps. Alfred never put much trust in the methods of a man that once mistook Alfred for an immortal ghost that haunted the manor.

“Stop! STOP!” Zatanna pulled his arm back down, stopping the spell. Raven’s fists glowed with dark energy as she seemed to try to reverse whatever he had done. The titans were behind her, looking for guidance as their normally quick witted leader was cowering in a corner. At least that was how Alfred would have put it.

Nightwing and Master Bruce was stood against the wall with blank faces as if they had nothing to do with anything that was happening. Master Bruce was no doubt trying to figure out which side to take. Nightwing predictably was waiting for his father to make a decision. Alfred looked at his employer long and hard, trying to communicate through his eyes that this was important. He didn’t know if his attempts made any difference. Master Bruce had his thinking face on.

…

Damian could feel something inside him shift. A part of him that he never wanted to go back to. It was like being a cornered animal. Everything was out of his control. Nothing in this situation was something he could change. It was sickening. Damian felt his brain cloud over with a once familiar tingle of adrenaline, the kind of feeling he used to live in when he was a young child.

His breathing evened out, his heart rate spiking. And somehow- somehow Damian stood. It was hard and every part of his body told him to stop but he couldn’t. Not when it was this important.

Damian didn’t know what it could possibly mean for him that he was marked by Danyal but he knew that it could not warrant the things Constantine was doing. If moving in with Father had taught him anything, it was that there was no justice in punishment that didn’t fit the crime. This was not justice. This was not right.

Damian looked to Dick. Father was set in his ways but Dick had been there when he needed guidance. Damian was Dick’s Robin. Not Father’s. He had to hope that Dick would remember that enough to listen to him.

“DICK!” he shouted. The sound bounced off of whatever invisible barrier kept him and Alfred apart from everyone else. He imagined his voice was probably muffled to the outside. He would just have to yell.

Damian watched as Nightwing glanced at him, finally looking at something other than Father for the slightest second. As a Robin, you’re hard wired to follow Batman through everything even when his decisions didn’t make sense. Damian knew Dick had the worst case of it. Those two had a bond that none of the later Robins could replace. It was the same bond Damian had with Dick. Nothing quite hit the same as your first Robin. As awful as that sounded.

“Dick LOOK AT ME!” he shouted. He locked his eyes on his brother’s. He needed to keep his attention. He needed to be heard and he knew that he wasn’t going to get that unless he got Dick to really look at him.

Nightwing flinched slightly and Damian knew he could feel his eyes boring into him. The chaos of the rest of the room didn’t matter. The magic users and titans were keeping Constantine from causing any more harm for now but it didn’t matter as long as he had the permission.

He knew Dick was weak to break under pressure. Of all of his brothers, Damian knew how to make Dick crack the quickest and weakness just might be exactly what Damian needed right now.

He took a deep breath, letting himself feel the thunderous anger and fear inside him for his friend, “DICK PLEASE LOOK AT ME,” he shouted through the sob that was rising in his throat. If he could put enough of his pain in his cry, he might just be able to get him to listen.

Finally, finally, Nightwing turned his head to look at Damian. He knew he got him. Damian was so relieved, he let out a sob, his body letting out a disgusting crack under the pressure of the magic force trying to pull him back down. His brother, his Batman, was looking at him and he was gonna listen.

Damian winced the pain away to look at Dick in the eye, “Dick this isn’t right, please… let’s just talk.” Damian hated talking, he preferred to just do and explain later if he felt like it and Dick of all people was well aware of this fact. But this… this was more important than what Damian preferred at all. This was his friend on the line. This was Alfred being held to the floor while his bones were being compressed upon by a force they couldn’t see. This was Damian standing despite the incredible weight.

Pain radiated across his back as he held Dick’s gaze. Even through the Nightwing mask and white contacts, Damian could see the doubt start creeping into his face. Whatever resolve he had to follow Father was waning. He just had to keep holding on. Keep standing. He could reach his brother and make him see sense if he could just hold on-

Another loud crack echoed out as Damian felt his shoulder fall forward, dislocated. Pain shot through his neck and shoulders. He probably snapped his clavicle from fighting the pull. Then another crack. His knees buckled as one seemingly shattered.

Damian fell to the floor again, hitting the cement so hard the unfinished floor left open wounds and scratches on his knees and palms. But no matter how much pain he was in, he kept his eyes on Dick. He kept his eyes on his brother. On his Batman.

“B, get rid of Constantine. We don’t have enough information to warrant this,” he heard his akhi finally say through the ringing in his ears from the hurt running through his entire being. Damian hadn’t been in this much pain since living with his grandfather.

Damian smiled in relief before his vision went dark.

…

Alfred stood tall, his old bones cracked and broken but he could handle it. In some ways he had a higher tolerance than anyone else in the manor for that. But that wasn’t what was important right now. Constantine got dragged out of the manor by the titans when Nightwing finally gave the order, Master Bruce silent behind him. Now all that was important was helping Young Master Damian and figuring out where to go from there with Danyal.

“Alfred you should sit,” he heard his employer say.

“With all due respect sir, I’ve spent enough time on the floor,” he responded, his voice sharp and unforgiving. Instead Alfred made his way towards his friend, offering a hand to the shellshocked, ghostly boy. Nightwing was already on top of helping Young Master Damian to a bed in the cave where he could get an iv and a look over.

Silently, he felt Danyal take his hand and pull himself to a stand though he refused to look at him. It was only now that things were more calm that Alfred got to really take in what his close friend actually looked like.

Danyal couldn’t have been older than 15 in appearance. A thin boy with eyebags and hollow cheeks. He seemed to be dressed in some sort of hazmat suit that was poorly made without a helmet. The boy’s skin was pale and seemed to glow with energy that made it look as though it was nothing but mere fog. His hair was a stark white, standing unnaturally as if he were underwater. His eyes glowed with a green hue that Alfred had only ever seen on occasion in his youth. A sign of death. Alfred often saw that same green in the eyes of everyone in the manor. Even temporary death left scars behind that couldn’t be erased.

Looking at Danyal, Alfred saw a boy who was confused and lost. The snarky and confident bear he had come to know had been replaced by a hollow shell consumed in indescribable distress. It was heartbreaking to see someone he was so fond of look so… broken. He had seen it so many times, everyone in the manor had hit rock bottom before but with Danyal it seemed to seep into everything about him. His entire form looked beaten. Even his glow looked sad.

“Danyal, are you okay,” he asked softly, ignoring the eyes of his employer staring into the back of his head.

The ghostly boy before him looked up at Alfred, his eyes taking time to focus, “Who am I…”

Alfred sighed, sorrow seeping into his old, broken bones, “We can figure that out together my friend.”

[lucyav13]

The Tribe of Darkness

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Nolrem and others like him are the descendants of these strange, ancient people. A very, very long time ago, they splintered off from the Tribe of Ancients and lived by themselves. I heard that they were so prideful that they avoided interacting with those outside of their tribe. They lived in secrecy, so we have little idea where they might have lived. Some say that they lived quietly in a castle deep in a forest where no one came. 

1. The tribe definitively separated from the ancients 1500 years ago, before the events of spm. After helping them create Flopside, apparently some members of this tribe remained in this city. 2- Surely, the castle being talked about here is Castle Bleck, (As seen in the part I wrote previously).

The founder of this tribe, as my theory says in the “Timeline” part, could be the son of the creator of the Pixls. Seeing that he brought the Dark Prognosticus with him after the Pixl War, he fled with the prophetic book, creating this infamous tribe. Although, a Japanese translation of one of Carson's stories suggests that before they split up and even before the Pixel War, there was a group with great magical power within the Tribe of Ancients, that is to say, this tribe was establishing itself in a time before we had imagined.

They stole it in order to research new magic and curses based on its contents... While others believe that they stole the book in order to keep it from those who wished to misuse it.

Blumiere's father were one of the main members of the Tribe of Darkness, or so it is theorized. One fact is that, in the Super Mario-Kun manga, you can see his silhouette, this being a corpulent figure, with a big mustache and wearing what looks like a bowler hat.

Count Bleck is the last surviving member of the tribe itself, having destroyed the rest of the tribe after his father seemingly killed his loved one, a human descendent of the tribe of Ancients. In addition, it is hinted that Nastasia was originally a bat that was transformed into a member of the same species as Bleck, whom she had fallen for, which would make her a member of the Tribe of Darkness as well.

Their xenophobia is said to be based on pride at one point by Carson, although they were also concerned that their magic would become diluted if they married outside of the tribe. The japanese translation says: 

 "It seems that they were a tribe within the Tribe of Ancients that possessed exceptionally powerful magic. And it's said that they forbade marriage outside of the tribe out of fear of losing it. It seems that the Tribe of Darkness saw their magic as something to use for a "very important thing". Just what was that "very important thing"? Nowadays, we will never know."

My theory: This is where my theory comes in. After separating, the Tribe of Darkness continued to examine the Dark Prognosticus, finding the prophecy imminent. Blinded by power, they wanted to start it (Dimentio being a fundamental part of this). That's why he knows so much about the DP and the prophecy—things that not even Count Black knew about them. But they saw the great danger that it brought with it—that, instead of creating new worlds to rule, the prophecy was about the destruction of all worlds, all of them would reduce all existence itself until everything was erased as if it had never existed. That's why they prevented any member from opening the infamous book and forbade marriage outside the tribe. Up to the present: The events of Super Paper Mario. Didn't it seem suspicious that Count Bleck had always known about this macabre ending?

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

“He’s a kid!” You step in front of the gun, and Frankies eyes widen. The rifle instantly dropping, his jaw clenched so tight it could snap.

“Sunshine, move,” Frankie growls, his hand on the gun tightening when you refuse to do so. “He’s seen us, the second we leave he’s going to call them and they’re going to find us!”

“Then they find us,” you put your hand on his arm. “Frankie,” he glances away, “baby, look at me.” His eyes snap to yours, and hold you in his sights, Pope moving silently to tie up and gag the teenager. “You’re not going to shoot an innocent kid, that’s not you.”

You take a step closer, cupping his grime stained cheek, “that’s not the Frankie I love.” He swallows hard and nods, opening his mouth to reply, your fingers hovering over his lips, “no, please don’t say anything.”

“Fish, Hotwire the truck,” Pope orders, Will shouldering past and bumping you with his heavy pack. Frankies hands shoot out to your waist to steady you.

You turn towards the trunk but Frankies hands on your waist tighten, pulling you to his chest. Your hands rest on the Kevlar and his forehead brushes your own, “thank you,” he mumbles. “I never would have forgiven myself if I pulled that trigger.”

“I know,” you whisper, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, “now come on, we’re not out of the woods yet.”

[lucyav13]

Garson's histories 'n Carson's

Garson's Stories:

Stylish Moves So yeah, ever heard of stylish moves? They're cool poses for after stomping! After stomping an enemy, but before landing tilt Wii Remote around and give it a shake. You'll pull off some cool tricks in midair! Those are called stylish moves. What? What's a Wii Remote? …Don't worry. As long as the player gets it, we're fine." Doing stylish moves is not only cool, but it gives you lots of points. And if you hold down 2 after a jump, you'll bounce high, making it even easier. Just give it a shot!

The Pure Hearts So yeah, ever heard of the Pure Hearts? They're great treasures created by the ancients… Supposedly really powerful. Folks say that heroes will appear to collect them all and save the world. The source of power in these Pure Hearts? The power of love itself! The love of a parent…The love of the smitten… Great power, indeed. The Ancients researched this power, believing it to be the universe's only salvation. And these Pure Hearts were thus created… The shining embodiment of love itself. Their combined brilliance will negate the destruction born of the Chaos Heart… we hope.

The Dark Prognosticus So yeah, ever heard of the Dark Prognosticus? Everything that'll happen in the future is written down in this book. The author and the source of his knowledge are still a total mystery, though. Over the years, many have fought over it… Entire countries have fallen. And the fall of those countries was already predicted in the book… Imagine going through awful stuff to get the book, only to READ about it all after! Anyway, someone hid the book long ago, and now no one knows where it is. I wonder what sort of person has it now…

The Ancients So yeah, ever heard of an advanced civilization called the Tribe of Ancients? They were, like, a thousand times smarter than you or me. There were four austere sages among them. You know one of these as Merlumina. But when it came to love, these sages were unreserved… Their passion burned HOT. I've heard some pretty spicy legends about the love life of Merlumina, in particular… In fact, her love life threatened to destroy the world on a few occasions… I don't know if these stories are true or not. And I guess we'll never know.

Flipside Secrets So yeah, these were the words written in the book left behind by the Ancients… 'On the outskirts of town, third floor, look for the hidden platform to go up.' I don't know what this means, exactly… Maybe it's a way to find secret treasure? Maybe you ought to go check it out!

Descendants of the Ancients So yeah, you meet Merlon and Merlee yet? They're descendants of the Ancients and distantly related to each other, I hear. The Ancients hid the Pure Hearts in various worlds to stop eventual destruction. Then the Ancients scattered to various world to pass the rest of their days. Most of them were wise and kind like Merlumina. And like Merlumina, many of them would totally lose their cool when they fell in love. But it was this very passion that let them build the vessels of love, the Pure Hearts…

Pit of 100 Trials So yeah, you know about the Pit of 100 Trials? It's supposedly this 100-room labyrinth underneath this very town. Many have searched for the entrance, but it still remains hidden. The only clue we have is this saying from the Ancients: 'Pit seekers! Go to the town outskirts, the lowest floor, and seek the hidden platforms.' …It sounds sort of like the clue I gave you earlier, doesn't it? What's all this stuff about hidden platforms, anyway? If you find out, let me know.

Flipside History So yeah, Flipside is a town between dimensions created by the Ancients. You can open up paths to many worlds from here, as the Ancients designed it. And you've seen the white tower in the middle of Flipside, right? It controls the flow of dimensional energy, so it can beam people to worlds. I think that's why the doors to other worlds appear up near the tower. I hear there's another version of the tower…A dark one. I wonder where the dark tower is… Yeah, I admit, I don't know. Do you?

More Flipside Secrets So yeah, the town of Flipside still has so many secrets to hide. I just found this passage not too long ago… 'Flip is flop. If you cannot break through in flip, you should try it in flop.' Now, I don't know what that means… But I'm sure it'll lead you to something pretty good! So go try it out!

The Hero Legend The Ancients traveled to many worlds to entrust people with Pure Hearts. It was to keep them safe from destruction or misuse by those with evil hearts. The Pure Hearts were drawn by their own power toward those strong with love. The Ancients used this trait to find suitable guardians in each world. And a few romances also began as a result of these little journeys… Many of the Ancients who found guardians fell in love with those they met. And so they lived their days happily in the world they'd visited out of duty. This is how the legend of the hero was passed down to future generations…

More Stylish Moves So yeah, you master all of the super-graceful stylish moves? After stomping a foe, move Wii Remote in different ways while in midair to get stylish! Doing a bunch of them in a row gets you really high scores, so it's worth it. Today I'll tell you about some special moves that are really hard to do. After stomping the enemy, alternately tilt Wii Remote left and right while in midair. You should perform more amazing stylish moves than you've ever seen! But make sure you don't get too excited and throw the Wii Remote! Use the strap!

Pixl So yeah, you know about Pixls, right? Heh… Yeah, I see that you do. Those wily Ancients were smart, but not too strong. They needed muscle. So they made the Pixls for anything physical they couldn't do on their own. With the help of the Pixls, the Ancients built amazing worlds. But now that technology is mostly lost, as the Pixls are scattered and forgotten. There are even some original Pixls, stronger than the rest, who still wait to be found. I see you've found a Pixl already, but there are others you haven't found yet.

Merlon's Love Life So yeah, those Ancients were passionate and romantic… Did I already tell you that? Even Merlon, their descendant, is wild for love, you know… Why, he had quite a thing for Saffron the cook. He went to her cooking shop every day and wooed her constantly. He finally broke down and confessed his love for her… And here's what she said: 'If you can finish an entire serving of my Saffron Special Galactic Meal, I'll date you.' …And this is one of the biggest, most filling dishes anyone's ever seen, mind you. But he dug right in. According to spectators, he finished all but a sprig of parsley left on the plate. Just then, some poor girl appeared in town who was severely injured. Merlon had to help her, so Saffron let him suspend the challenge. I don't know what happened to that girl next… But then Merlon became engrossed in his studies, and he hasn't wooed since. Maybe he'll get back to it when the world is peaceful and safe again.

The End of the World So yeah, ever heard of the Sammer Kingdom? The king there controls an army of 100 loyal soldiers. Each one has a different personality and unique skills. King Sammer was entrusted with a Pure Heart by Merlumina's younger sister… She was madly in love with King Sammer I, so they married and had 100 kids. The 100 princes and their royal parents ushered in an era of prosperity. Therefore, the number 100 became important to the current king. Imagine all the budding romances with 100 strapping princes around… The kingdom of that era would have had no problem fighting our current woes…

More Pixls So yeah, you know all about Pixls by now, am I right? Yeah, sure you do… They were a new form of life created as tools to help the Ancients' lives. But seriously, they're way more useful than any normal tools. Being able to think on their own made them more useful…and problematic. There was always the fear that if they grew too wise, they'd ignore their masters. Some say the original Pixl personalities were created to prevent this. There were some very bright Pixls… But then something dramatic happened, and the Pixl personalities changed. I wonder what happened? If you find out, let me know…

Restoring the Pure Hearts So yeah, the Pure Hearts are powerful treasures created by the Ancients. The secret of that power is the ability to detect and amplify love energy. Some among the Ancients believed strongly that the power of love was infinite. They believed this power to be so great that no forces could ever defeat it… They believed it would last and survive unchanged for the 1,500 prophesied years… This is what they believed about the power of love. The power of the Pure Hearts. As long as there's love in the world, the Pure Hearts can overcome any setback. You could say the Ancients believed in love abiding. Kind of romantic, really…

Returning to Peace The Void disappeared and ruined worlds have returned. It's like a miracle! You should go check out the various worlds to see how wonderful they all are! You might even see people you thought you'd never meet again. The martial-arts competition in the Sammer Kingdom is even up and running again! If you beat all 100 warriors, I bet you get a fantastic prize! Do you think anyone could do it? I'd love to meet the winner…

More Pit of 100 Trials So yeah, there's a Pit of 100 Trials below town somewhere… It was used by the Ancients to research the power of the Pure Hearts… Their experiments involved all sorts of really nasty beasties down there. So they stocked it with nasties from all the different worlds. I'd recommend only going if you're really serious about it… But there's a secret treasure of the Ancients hidden down there somewhere… If you feel up to the task, you should go look for it!

Carson's histories:

More Flipside History So Flipside's convenient, created by Ancients in a space between dimensions. That means you can open up portals to all the other worlds from there. But on the other hand, it's strangely susceptible to influences from other worlds... So the Ancients built the town in a way that would stabilize this effect. And that particular way was... Do you know what? The town was build in duplicate with both Flipside and Flopside versions! They realized that light without dark, or vice versa, would never be stable. You need both sides for perfection, you know? Having two opposite sides is the secret of the town's stability and longevity.

Flopside Gossip So you heard the famous charmer Merlee moved into Flopside somewhere, right? If she casts a charm on you, good things happen when you beat enemies. Try it! ...Oh yeah. But I hear that something's been bothering her lately. If you talk to her directly and not across from the ball, she'll tell you about it. If you have some free time, why don't you go see what's going on with her?

O'Chunks So Count Bleck has four minions, does he not? The biggest and brawniest of these is the one named O'Chunks. So about this O'Chunks... He was once the general of an army in a certain land... I hear he led a force of a thousand strong across enemy lines. But one of his trusted advisors sold him out... And all of his men fell to the enemy. I guess that's when Count Bleck scooped him up. Bleck played upon his shame and depression to enlist him in his service. Cruel...

Tribe of Darkness So have you heard of the Tribe of Darkness? Nolrem and others like him are descendants of this shadowy, odd people. Long, long ago, they broke off from the Tribe of Ancients to live alone. They avoided mixing with other people out of pride... And no one even knows where they went to live, they were so secretive. There are rumors of a secret castle deep in a forest... Must have been lonely...

Mimi So Count Bleck has four minions, as you know. The one named Mimi has the ability to mimic any person she wants to... She's so good at it I hear she even sometimes forgets who she is... This Mimi... Her true identity is shrouded in mystery. some say she's a failed Pixl experiment of the Ancients... Others say she's the unintended creation of a witch... A witch who was researching potions that would allow shape-shifting... If you ever meet her, could you ask her for me?

More Tribe of Darkness So let me tell you more about the Tribe of Darkness I mentioned earlier... They started as a group within the Ancients who had more magic power. Fearing their power would be diluted, they forbade marriage outside the group. Their power was considered an important resource by all of the Ancients. But no one knows why their power was so important now... One day, they all just disappeared from the Tribe of Ancients... And since then, no one has seen them... Did their games end? All is now shrouded in darkness.

Dimentio So Count Bleck has four minions, as you know. I hear that one of them, Dimentio, wields powerful magic. I don't know where he comes from or who he is... But I hear he approached and befriended the count all on his own. And the count even turned him away once... Until he read in the Dark Prognosticus about the role of someone similar... Why was he mentioned in the Dark Prognosticus? Sounds fishy to me!

Final Tribe of Darkness So let me tell you more of the Tribe of Darkness, and why few talk of them... They did something so bad that mentioning them has become forbidden. I hear they stole the Dark Prognosticus from the Ancients and hid it. But I don't know why they would do such a thing. Some say they did it to use the book's power to enhance their dark magic... Some say they hid it from others who would use it for evil... But, I heard of the last person who was known to possess the book... If the rumors are true, then you know this person as Count Bleck...

Nastasia So as you know, Count Bleck has four minions. One is an authoritative young woman named Nastasia, his right hand. She has the ability to brainwash people by looking them in the eyes. She can enslave even very powerful beings this way. And it seems none of the count's underlings can resist her power. That's how she's been able to order them around. She rarely expresses her innermost feelings, but she seems to love the count. she has eyes only for him, you might say. I'm a little jealous...

Flopside Pit of 100 Trials So have you heard of the Pits of 100 Trials below Flipside and Flopside? I hear they were created long ago to test the forces that guard the Pure Hearts. The Pit of 100 Trials here in Flopside was used to study the powers of darkness. I don't know exactly what that means...but it sounds pretty terrible. There's even a rumor that treasure awaits those who make it to the bottom. Do you have the courage to find out for yourself?

Of Bats and Men So how about we change the pace and I tell you a nice story for a change? This is one I heard in a distant land long ago... 'Once upon a time, a man went to look for the girl he loved, who was missing. As he passed through a forest, he found a bat stuck in a trap. He set the bat free. It promptly thanked him and disappeared. As he lay down to camp that night, he heard a voice and looked about. He noticed the sky was filled with a huge, round moon. There stood before him a woman he had never seen. The bat had transformed into the species of the one she had fallen for.' Now, I don't know if that's true or not... The last part of the story was... 'The bat pledged eternal loyalty to the man out of love on that night.' ...And that's the end of the story. I wonder what happened to those two? If there's more to that story, then I'd like to hear it.

Creation of the Pixls So do you know how the Pixls came to be? A powerful magician among the Ancients created them about 3,000 years ago. He did it by transferring a spirit into a vessel he created for that purpose. He's said to have created 12 Pixls like this before he passed away. But his apprentices kept researching Pixls after his game ended... They learned to create many more Pixls based on his original 12. These Pixls became widely used as 'thinking tools' for the grateful Ancients. Through the work of many Pixls, the Ancients prospered as they never had before. But that was a long time ago... There are no more Pixls now, I understand... Well, except for some of the original Pixls, who were scattered far and wide... They lie in wait for a new master to arrive. I wouldn't be surprised if there was one hiding here in this very town...

The Pixl Uprising So have you heard about the Pixl uprising? It happened in the capital of the Ancients some 2,000 years ago. The Ancients lived in prosperity thanks to the work of many Pixls... But one day that all ended. A huge Pixl calling herself the Pixl Queen suddenly appeared... At her command, Pixls everywhere rebelled against their Ancient masters. It seems that most Pixls were well-contained spirits, but she was different. In her case, a demonic spirit was contained within a Pixl vessel. And this queen Pixl had the power to command all other Pixls. The Ancients had become so dependent on the Pixls. They were devastated... They suddenly lost their ability to build and rule their empire effectively... ...And what happened then, you ask? Come back for the next installment!

More Pixl Uprising So now let's continue my story about the Pixl uprising... The Ancients were overthrown and enslaved by the Pixl revolt led by the Pixl Queen. In the midst of the ruin appeared the inheritors of the twelve original Pixls. They defeated the waves of Pixl soldiers and freed the enslaved Ancients. They used Catch Cards to trap the mind-controlled Pixl soldiers, then healed them. They saw their friends fall one after the other in battle, but they persevered. The last survivor managed to make it to the castle of the Pixl Queen. But the Pixl Queen used her powers of illusion to hide. She then unleashed horrific images upon the surviving freedom fighter. One of the Pixls at his side was immune to this, for it could see truth. It helped the survivor fight, and he and his Pixl finally defeated the Pixl Queen. But in the process, the Pixl's game was ended... Oh...Looks like the coins you paid will only get you this far through the story!

Pixl Uprising's End Now for another exciting installment in the Pixl uprising... The vanquisher of the Pixl Queen was confronted with an awful truth. It turned out that the Pixl Queen was actually the very first Pixl ever created... The master magician had made her after studying the Dark Prognosticus. So when the last surviving apprentice took the Dark Prognosticus from the queen... He decided to disappear with the book so that this sort of catastrophe wouldn't repeat. But even as peace returned, the Ancients could not lose their fear of the Pixls. So, the elders among the Ancients gathered to discuss what to do. They decided to limit the powers of all Pixls from that day forth... And the creation of new Pixls was outlawed. But, as a result, the power and influence of the Ancients began an irreversible decline. Now the secret of Pixl creation is lost forever. Though rumors abound of awakened Ancients and newly created Pixls... Is that true? If you know anything about it, please tell me!

The Pixl Queen So about the Pixl Queen from the Pixl uprising... Did you know there have been interesting theories published about her? In one book left behind by the master magician's apprentice, I found this: 'The spirit within the Pixl Queen was not a demon, but rather a human... The master magician had a beautiful wife, a son, and a daughter. But he lost his wife and son in an accident. Soon after, his daughter caught a terrible illness, and her short game ended.' Perhaps he transferred her spirit to a Pixl vessel? ...Well, that's the theory. Is it possible the other Pixls were spirits from the game-overed? ...Anyway, the person who published this has already disavowed that theory. I mean, it does seem a little unlikely, right? But if it WERE true... I'd bet the daughter was so horrified by the deeds of her father... That she wanted no one to ever use Pixls again. ...But what do I know? I DO think nothing less would have broken the Ancients' Pixl dependency. Oh, and some say the son of the magician miraculously recovered from the accident. If so, the bloodline of the magician could endure... Did they find happiness? Or otherwise...

(A/N): If you want, idk, to have these stories at hand, here is the link to these stories on Google Docs. Without further ado, I'll say goodbye. I hope everyone has a great day!

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