You know... that original story that I started on this blog?
I have... SO. Much. Old. Art. for it, so now that I have more than like... 10 followers, does anyone actually care?
I’ll still make fanart for stuff, but it’s kinda disappointing knowing that my original content has like 5 notes after being up for a literal year.... and JSAB and Kirby content gets at least 20 notes in a day.
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Edit: This is part one of a series taking place pre-canon
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Contains RPG?! spoilers! Read at your own risk!
Warning: Angst, spoilers, Celestials, Breeze being rude
Word Count: 1487
Description: Over the course of several Starless Nights, Breeze discovers something strange about her best friend.
The tense in this one jumps around a bit, so be warned.
Breeze had only gone Celestial once in her life.
She could remember the night strangely clearly, hearing herself screech and cry, kicking and clawing at nothing while her siblings, terrified, tried vainly to hold her down. Her own parents had backed away from her, watching as their little flying fox kit hissed and snapped at them, practically deaf to their pleads.
She remembers running outside, static and color buzzing in her vision, tears streaming from her eyes as the unnatural tantrum ran its course. They’d called the Order of the Moon to take her, to scrape inky runes into her wings, to siphon the magic away and bring her back to her senses for good.
It still haunts her, and she’d never wish it on anyone, not even Index.
Even so, the bat could hardly compare her own trauma to Tick.
‘Sparkyrs don’t go Celestial,’ she’d thought. ‘They can’t.’
That’s what she’d been told hundreds of times, on Starless Nights, walking through nigh abandoned parks with her Pix friend. He’d reassured her, each and every time, that he’d never be one of them, even when she broke down recalling her horrific experience, when he sat down with her at a bench, cupping her tear-stained face in his paws, whispering reassurance to her.
But words could do nothing to stop the moon.
The moon had no qualms against hurting people, even on Movie Night.
A mere thirty minutes into the first movie, Breeze’s nightmare came true.
She’d only had a moment to react as Tick’s violet eyes filled with a distant fear, his entire frame quivering. Concerned, the bat reached to pause the television, but a spastic flick from her axolotl friend’s tail sent the remote flying.
“Tick?” the name left her lips breathlessly, worry and terror swirling and settling into the pit of her stomach. “Are you okay?”
“Get out,” he hissed. His screen glitched, and the axolotl creature shuddered, dozens of fizzling images dancing across the interface. “Now.”
Breeze found herself stepping closer, reddish eyes stinging with tears. Millions of questions buzzed through her head, and she absently touched the scarred rune on her good wing, feeling the protective magic blossoming to life.
“Tick, what are you-”
“Breeze, just get out!” It was then that he shoved the flying fox, a little harder than he meant to, error signs filling his screen.
Blind with fear, Breeze could hardly recall what happened next.
She could vaguely remember dashing through the door just as the last bit of sentience left the Sparkyr’s eyes, her own discolored gaze blurring with tears. Phantom sensations of scraping and clawing ripped at her wings, and she slammed the door, barricading it with her own body.
Inhuman, electronic howls bellowed from within the room, and the Gothic bat buried her head into her wings, whispering reassurances to herself.
“Tick, please don’t do this...”
The Celestial only responded with a horrible shriek, a ragged, animalistic cry alerting the flying fox to how far gone he was.
“You said you’d never slip.” Breeze’s voice was hollow as the corrupted Pix clawed at the door, her mind swimming with hopes that his sapience hadn’t remained enough for him to figure out the door handle. “You said you wouldn’t, and I believed it.”
This wasn’t the first time an empty promise had hurt her. Harmful memories of a friendship gone wrong stabbed at her heart, and the flying fox sighed shakily, listening as the Celestial axolotl’s raging cries started to calm. It wasn’t sunrise yet, but Breeze reasoned that the less than reliable battery life of Sparkyrs was shining through, even with the added adrenaline.
“I’ll never forgive you for this,” she hissed. She knew that he couldn’t understand her now, but it felt good to vent, easing her worries as she talked over the creature’s pathetic growls.
As the remaining noise began to quiet, Breeze stood, wiping her eyes. A bit of fear crept in the back of her mind, and she sighed, turning to face the door. Without a second thought, she opened the door, ready to face whatever was inside.
The second time is at the park. Breeze is a bit wiser, a bit more cautious, watching the moon with a glare even as Tick carries on, almost oblivious of the impending danger.
Not even Azalea has shown its glow, and the flying fox silently hopes that Tick won’t be impacted by Celeste tonight, if only to rekindle the trust between them. She won’t admit it, but a foreign sensation of fear sends chills down her spine when he looks at her now, as if he was dangerous.
She has to stop herself from screaming when the first error message pops up.
Tick swats at his own face, as if he could shoo the glitch away, laughing nervously as the pair crosses under some low-hanging tree branches. Normally, Breeze would have laughed when her tall friend’s solar panel gills got tangled in the branches, but she can only stare as more and more fizzling images flash across his screen, annoyance painting his bright features momentarily.
“What’s wrong?” She doesn’t know why she asks, but the question leaves her blankly, a small frown curving at the corners of her mouth.
Startled, the axolotl looks to her, a trace of paranoid worry flickering in his eyes, which are already starting to look vacant. The corruption’s slower this time, and Breeze squints when she catches a glimpse of a half-done Moon Rune messily scratched into one of Tick’s gills, as if he’d tried to do it himself.
Despite herself, she grabs him by the arm, yanking him down to her level to see the messy shape, ignoring the fear building in her heart.
“What did you do to yourself?” she growls. Her eyes dart between Tick’s hollow gaze and the pattern, skepticism welling up in her even as the rune glimmers weakly, vainly attempting to ward off the impending Celestial transformation.
“I wanted you to trust me again.”
He knows Sparkyrs aren’t supposed to be affected, even as the lights on his screen and around his wrists and ankles begin to shine unnaturally. Breeze wants to scold him, but it’s too late.
Tick whimpers, “I’m sorry,” and then he’s gone, the Celestial yanking his arm from Breeze as it collapses onto all fours, electronic beeping filling the air.
It’s as if the axolotl’s AI has been overwritten, the concern and regret in his gaze fading quickly into rage, all of which directed at Breeze.
The Moon Rune scraped into his gills pulses weakly, but Breeze knows that it can’t affect him anymore. It shouldn’t be able to; he’s a Sparkyr.
Screeching, the corrupted being narrows its eyes at the flying fox, who backs away, the flashbacks already resurfacing and blurring her vision.
“Tick... it’s me...” she tries, but the lumbering victim only hisses, its only warning before it starts to race towards her.
Breeze can only remember the adrenaline rushing through her, her wings pumping the air as she flew, far from her friend, taking to the sky for the first time in years.
The memories of the last two times were enough to send Breeze running when a third Starless Night fell.
Surely it was justified when she fled, slamming the door in Tick’s face.
Surely it was right to block his desperate pleas out with angered screams.
It had to be okay, had to be the best choice to pretend he wasn’t there, if only to block out the memories.
But when minutes passed, and no screams were heard but her own, the bat began to question her own fear, doubting herself when all she heard was a small tapping noise, like the sound of someone drumming their fingers against a table when bored.
When she stopped yelling, voice hoarse and dry, all she heard was tapping...
She cracked the door open, expecting a Celestial to be found. Her heart quickened with anxiety as moonlight poured from within the room, almost like a haze as something within shifted.
She didn’t dare call out to Tick, forcing her shudders to cease as she peered inside, eyes narrowed. The magical light around her was siphoned away the longer she stood, the crescent moon on her wing glimmering.
It wasn’t until the flying fox stepped fully into the room that she saw him, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his tail swishing calmly. Not a single glitch or error marred his screen, the tiny, messy Moon Rune on his top-left-most gill shining. It’s a bit less scribbled now, Breeze having helped fix it, though she knew it wouldn’t help anyway.
Breeze had always wondered why a supposedly pure-blooded Sparkyr had been able to go Celestial, why it had taken so long to take effect.
“Hey, Breeze,” he greeted softly.
Something about his serene smile wasn’t right, and the Gothic bat had to suppress a scream when he grinned widely to reveal a mouth full of shining fangs.
“I guess the Where genes finally showed themselves. Um... care to join me for some tea?”
Part Three of the Pre-Canon Tick-centric story series, Tick and the Moon
Tick’s getting used to his Where status. He has no idea how to deal with a Mermiie.
Word Count: 1508
Warning: Celestials, RPG?! spoilers
It wasn’t often that Tick went into town alone. He could barely recall the last time, only knowing that he’d been sent to buy cookies for a party at a friend’s house.
(It ended horribly. The grocery trip and the party.)
Even before his secondary abilities developed, the Sparkyr hybrid found it difficult to interact with the Cat(?) citizens, able to sense their anxiety around him. Without Breeze to vouch for him, the axolotl Pix found himself the center of some unwanted attention, which was only multiplied by his height, which was absurd compared to the relatively small Cat(?)s.
He tried to ignore the frenzied murmurs around him, his screen dimming with melancholic beep as he walked. The poorly fitting jacket he’d brought, while warm did little to shield him from the cold, resentful glares he was being subjected to, and it was beginning to get to him.
“Do you think this Sparkyr’s rich like the other one?” a shopkeeper whispered somewhere behind him.
(He had to get to the lake, he reminded himself. He just had to keep his head down until he crossed through town.)
“I don’t like his fangs, Mama,” a child whimpered nearby.
(No matter how painful it was.)
It wasn’t until he arrived at his destination that Tick finally looked up, a small sigh of relief leaving him as he stared into the abyss of Jubilee Lake, which shone with a reflective light as the sun set.
“Okay,” he mumbled, glancing behind himself. Not a soul was to be seen beyond the small grove of pine trees, making the lake’s surroundings the perfect spot for solitude. “Let’s get this over with.”
He stared out at the crystalline body of water, sensors buzzing lowly as he scanned the lake for any signs of movement. The Sparkyr loathed what had to be done to get the Shield Rune removed, but seeking out a Mermiie was the only prudent way to do so, despite the risks.
While Breeze couldn’t join him in his quest, Tick was comforted by the thought of making the bat happy again, his heart aching at the sight of her seemingly eternal frown. The poor girl had been heartbroken when she discovered that Tick was restraining part of himself for her sake, insisting he reconnect with his subdued side lest he hurt himself.... which couldn’t be done until he got the Shield Rune removed.
“Here we go...” he whispered, watching as the sky faded into an almost pitch black shade, the moon peeking out from the horizon.
The tiny glimpse of Celeste was enough to send a shudder down the Sparkyr’s spine, and he held his breath, hoping dearly that the Moon Rune would be enough to stop its dark energy, if only enough to keep him in check when the sea spirit arrived.
Like clockwork, just as the moon’s light touched the lake, a petite, streamlined figure burst from the depths, a spray of shining water erupting with it. Tick had to shield his screen from the splash, unsure if his waterproof features would work the same when exposed to crystal water.
“H-hello?” Nervous, the axolotl attempted to scan the water for any signs of life, yet the moonlit fog, which was quickly spreading, began to block his sensors. “Is anyone out there?”
A high-pitched chorus of laughter rang out from the lake, and Tick squinted, his violet gaze blurred. The Moon Rune on his gill glimmered with an odd light, the protective energy slowly cutting through the haze and allowing its host to see a few feet around himself.
The unknown being in the water narrowed its single eye at the resistance, and Tick jolted, his sensors going spastic.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Tick blanched, going a rather unappealing shade of peach. The Mermiie giggled again, before revealing themselves, their frilly mane puffing up at the sight of the axolotl’s anxiety. They were particularly friendly-looking, a bright shade of green with gold-orange accents. The gems around their neck and chest shimmered slightly, only doing more to reflect their bright, wonder-filled eye’s light.
“A Sparkyr?! Ooh, we don’t normally get critters like you around here,” they chirped, perplexed. Tick felt a twinge of disgust at the creature’s giddy behavior, but he shoved the feeling back in fear of the being sensing it. “Usually Pix-folk stay far away from the water. A shame, really.”
The mer-Fae swam closer to the water’s edge, a tiny splash resulting from the movement, glimmering water soaking into the grassy soil around Tick’s hooves. The Mermiie’s eye shone with something not unlike curiosity as they stared up at their visitor, and the Sparkyr hybrid felt his anxiety reside slightly, almost amused at the child-like behavior.
“My name’s Tavi! What brings you here, friend?”
“Uh... It’s Tick. Nice to meet you, Tavi.”
Their fins flicked in joy as Tick lowered himself to his knees, making eye contact. Tension diminished, Tick let out a heavy sigh, the static at the edges of his screen fading. Tavi gave him a look of confusion as he leaned back slightly, eying Celeste with a far-away, almost tired look.
“I can’t believe I was scared of a cute little Mermiie.” He chuckled good-naturedly and looked back to Tavi, who hummed approvingly, as if amused by the notion.
“I can’t say I understand your fear, but it’s alright now, huh?”
Even without a visible mouth, the smile was apparent, Tavi’s aura sending warm and fuzzy feelings throughout Tick’s wires.
“You know, it’s a bit odd for you to be out on a Starless Night, even for a Sparkyr. Wouldn’t you say?” An odd tone came through in the Mermiie’s voice, and Tick’s smile dropped, the happy fog leaving.
“Uh... you’re right...” He blinked, confused by his momentarily blank mind.
The moment of unreasonable joy passed as quickly as it came, and the axolotl Sparkyr shook his head, reminded of his initial task.
“Well, to answer your earlier question... about why I’m here...” He trailed off, watching Tavi’s single eye.
Following their gaze, Tick felt his unnatural glee vanish completely, a chilling terror filling him as he realized what the little sea-fairy was looking at.
“That rune,” they mumbled.
Their little frills started quaking, the slit pupil of their eye narrowing further. All at once, the fading fog surrounding the lake solidified, and Tick choked on his breath, jumping to his feet to get away from the Mermiie.
“Okay... I think I’ll just...” He cut off, watching as glowing bubbles erupted from the water. Tavi themselves were beginning to glow with the same energy, which was slowly filling the axolotl with terror, causing him to step back in horrified awe. “Leave...”
Tendrils of the very lake itself rose from the depths, swirling around Tavi like protective arms. When he squinted, Tick could see numerous other Mermiies swimming in the streams, their venomous gazes matching Tavi’s.
(What did they have against him?!)
“You’re a Where,” the seemingly harmless Mermiie seethed. “Aren’t you?”
“You see-hrrk!” Tick’s explanation was proved futile as one of the tendrils shot forth, constricting him in its grasp. “H-help!... Somebody!”
The raw moonlight energy in the water was enveloping him, his sensors overloading with alarms and sirens. Quicker than ever before, the Moon and Shield Runes around his gills began to glow brightly, the error signs flashing in his vision. He blanched, gaze flicking around fervently to glance at each warning.
“Please,” Tavi’s now-cruel voice echoed, and Tick found the wits to glance down as the creature rose on a pillar of water to sneer at him, dragging him down to eye-level. “Nobody in their right mind would come after you, pal. Not after this!”
It was then when Tick’s initial wishes were granted, the messily made runes audibly peeling from his gills, floating in the air just beyond his grasp as Tavi grinned, a low cackle sounding from their companions.
Without the feeble protection of the inky shapes, Celeste’s relentless rays tore through Tick’s defenses, inundating his Mana energy and corrupting it. Quickly feeling the effects of the transformation, the axolotl squeaked, staring into the eyes of his adversary, even as his thoughts began to cloud over with pointless rage.
(He knew how terrifying it was to go Celestial in normal circumstances, but this was worse than ever before, his raw fear increasing by tenfold.)
His eyes practically screamed, “Why?”, and Tavi smirked, their fins twitching madly.
“Why, it’s because you pesky Wheres can resist Mermiie magic, of course.” They rolled their eye, leaning closer. “This ought to teach you not to trust a siren.”
The Celestial energy wormed through Tick’s mind, his eyes fading into a vacant shade of magenta. Unceremoniously, Tavi dropped him into the lake, watching as he stumbled onto dry land, quaking. Tripping on a rock, the Celestial stumbled onto all fours, his dull claws digging into the mud. He blinked, memory and cognizant thought draining away, a ragged, electronic growl reverberating from his throat.
Tavi chuckled, “Now go, little beast. Go wreck some havoc.”
