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So a bowuigi fic was recommend to me earlier and if you want something where Luigi has a corruption arc, it's promised in the tags.
Only one chapter out right now but it's really good!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Devil Dealings by SnowyFrostShadow
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Something wicked this way comes || Hogwarts AU || Ch 2 - Sorting Ceremony || Open
The students poured into the Great Hall, their bright faces grinning at their friends as they all scrambled to find a seat at their House tables. The professors sat at the head of the Hall as they had each year, overlooking their magical pupils. There was already a stool with a ratty-looking hat on top of it; Mel, like everyone in the room, knew exactly what that was. Or rather, whom.
Melinda walked in cheerfully, arms linked with two of her girlfriends. It always felt comforting to return to Hogwarts. She looked up at the enchanted ceiling and felt her breath being taken from her, even though she'd seen that same view of the sky with all of its shining stars every day for the past six years. It was always as stunning as the first time. Mel hugged Mimi goodbbye, who headed to the Hufflepuff table, and turned with Gabbi, Mimi and Melinda to head to their own House table. The table was a very long, wooden rectangle and thousands of candles floated above it, casting a truly enchanting glow on the students.
The seventh year and her friends picked a seat by the nearest end of the Slytherin table, next to a couple of other seventh and sixth years. That would allow them the best view of the Sorting Ceremony, and Mel was so excited! She couldn't wait to see which first years would be placed in her House, and she just hoped they'd be fun people. She talked happily with the people around her while they waited for the first years to be brought in, and she was honestly feeling a bit emotional: this would be the last time she ever saw the Sorting Ceremony, and it would be her last Start of The Year Banquet. Mel shook her head slightly and adjusted her green headband, unwilling to show that kind of emotion in front of some less-than-besties Housemates. The students continued to talk above each other, and everyone told and retold the tales of their summers and joked with one-another. Mel could tell that some Slytherins weren't in the room yet, so she knew the first years wouldn't come in right about now. She was loving catching up with her friends, but she was also hungry and tired from the train ride, so she was getting a bit impatient. Hopefully everyone would be in soon, so the ceremony could officially start.
"Something Wicked" Hogwarts AU
I decided to make (2D) Doof, (2D) Melinda, myself and Heinz, in that order, as Hogwarts students ((for our AU)).
Melinda and I would be wearing headbands!! And she's not a Death Eater, she drew that herself for shock value.
Also, here are the twins, Karl and Carla! Sadly without her pigtails.
((Under the break there are pointless rambles directed only to the people whose characters I depicted here.))
Nightmare topic: Freezing cold.
I knew I shouldn’t have let people know this was a weakness of mine! Ugh. I knew it. Now people can (and probably will!) use it against me. I guess I’ll write out my experience with the nightmare I had? Okay, here we go.
Everything was white. White as far as the eye could see. It’d be an awfully pretty sight if not for its undertones of impending doom. Mel didn’t know why or how she’d ended up in such a cold place, but she knew she had to get out of there.
It only took a gust of wind to chill her to the bone. Everyone knew she had no tolerance to the cold, after all. And she was wearing her everyday purple dress, which was absolutely ridiculous! Who would go out in the snow like that? It made no sense! Then again, nightmares hardly ever made sense, but she didn’t know she was in one. She tugged on the hem of the dress, hoping it would magically stretch it to cover her freezing legs. Her sandaled-feet were sinking in deep piles of fresh snow; the snow coated her toes, making them lose all sensation, and her breath froze right in front of her. Melinda looked around, desperate, but there was no shelter to be found. She forced her way through the snow, shivering and rubbing her arms hysterically, praying for any kind of warmth at all!
Her fingers started to ache. It was such a sharp and intense pain that it made her eyes water. Mel whined and muttered to herself. “Please, please, a house, a fire, anything!” If that went on for much longer she’d get frostbite. Come to think of it, her nails were already getting purple. If she could see her lips she’d panic at how much of her favorite color they reflected now. They were practically the same shade of her dress. Her nose had been running at first, but now she couldn’t even feel it anymore. Even the tips of her ears felt frozen in place.
She slipped in a patch of ice and fell with a heavy thud. She didn’t know, but she’d been walking over a frozen lake, and the ice broke when she fell. As if the coldness wasn’t unbearable enough for her, she felt her body engulfed by the iciest water known to mankind. “No. I’m gonna freeze to death. No. NO!!!” She tried to desperately yank her body away and somehow warm herself up, but she could feel the numbness and the coldness taking over her … and worse, the pain … the pain of coldness was similar to the pain of several daggers being stuck into her skin …
… and then she woke up, shaky. “Oh, thank evilness … ” she whispered to herself after a quick look around revealed she was safely under her warm covers. Not wanting to wake Heinz, she got up and cranked the temperature of the building up by 5 degrees celsius. After that nightmare, she wasn’t taking any chances.
Meeting 2D Carla [with Snowyfrostshadow]
Melinda was wandering around the second dimension, trying to find her way from her second dimensional self's house to the D.E.I. building. As usual, Doofenshmirtz's confusing street names had gotten her lost.
Just as she was about to call someone, she spotted a girl walking across the street. "Whoa ... ", Mel gasped. She was the spitting image of Karl, only a girl.
Mel decided to approach her and ask for directions. So far everyone she tried had run away; she didn't know if it was due to her lack of Dooferalls, how much she looked like 2D Melinda or if it was simply because people had seen her walk around with Doof before. They acted like she actually had some power there! Regardless, she hoped Karl's sister wouldn't run away from her like everyone else had.
"Excuse me, Miss?", she called out to the girl.
Death: Karl (I know, I'm probably being annoying but I really love your writing [and at this point I think it's safe to say it'll be a miracle for him to make it to his next birthday])
((You could never annoy me! :O I’m actually really flattered! And he better make it, or Mel will chase him in hell just to yell at him!))
Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.
They never saw it coming.
Mel and Karl were walking side by side in the second dimension, headed for the DEI building. They were talking about trivial things when it happened. They never saw it coming.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a .50 bullet flew through the air and lodged itself right in his neck. From that moment on, everything was hazy to Mel. She remembered immediately whipping out her gun and firing shots, but she could only catch a glimpse of the shadow of the sniper retreating into a dark alley. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Karl falling, clutching his neck, a river of blood gushing out.
She dropped to her knees, pressing her hands against the wound to stop the bleeding. “Karl, stay with me! Come on Karl, just hold on! You’re gonna be fine, okay? Just fine!”, she tried her best to remain calm and clear her head: she would be no help to him if she was freaking out.
He looked up at her, his breath ragged and very, very pale. But he didn’t seem scared, he was almost … resigned to his fate. As if he’d known all along it would come to this. That look terrified Mel.
Karl gave her a small smile and managed to croak out the words “… thank … you … “; he closed his eyes and dropped his head to the ground.
“No, Karl, DON’T!!!” Mel was starting to lose the battle against her tears. Blinking through them, she kept pressing the wound. “Karl, please! Don’t leave us, you can’t!!!”
She checked his pulse … there was none. It was like a bucket of ice water had been dropped on her … Karl was really gone. She didn’t even know she was able to scream that loud, but the scream that came out of her mouth was almost inhuman. Kneeling on the ground, she hunched over his body, holding him and sobbing; her own gun was forgotten on the ground beside her, and she tugged on his hand, as if it would somehow pull him back from the dead.
……
Mel didn’t know how much time had passed until the Normbot squadrons arrived. She could hear Doofenshmirtz barking orders for them to isolate and canvass the area. “Interrogate every possible witness. I want that sniper found!”, his voice had that calm anger to it, which made him all the more terrifying. Mel heard the Normbots whirring and talking, but she didn’t look up or let go of Karl’s hand, until she felt a gloved one touching her shoulder. Doofenshmirtz pulled her up and ordered his robots to take the body in for an autopsy. Mel couldn’t find the strength to say anything, so she just hugged him and sobbed, and he hugged her back. She would never find out for sure, but in that moment she could’ve sworn she saw a tear on Doof’s eye too.
……
The next week went by in a daze, and Mel didn’t remember much of it either. She remembered getting a call from Doofenshmirtz, telling her the sniper had been found thanks to surveillance cameras. He wasn’t doomed, he’d simply been shot on sight. Mel knew that was the most efficient way to handle bigger threats, but she would’ve liked to see the fear in his eyes when he was forced to face a huge goozim about to eat him. She remember holding the phone so tightly her hand was red.
Next thing she knew, the day of the funeral had arrived. It felt weird, as if she was seeing everything through a layer of fog; her movements didn’t feel real, they felt … heavy and in slow motion. She was numb.
There weren’t many people there, and that made her really mad. Karl deserved better than that!! Heinz held her hand through the entire service, crying a bit during some parts. He wasn’t very close to Karl at all, but Mel knew he liked the kid, even if he was a bit scared of him sometimes.
She looked around to see who else was there. Doofenshmirtz was front and center, giving a speech that was being broadcast to the entire Tri-Doof Area. He looked … bitter. Melinda stood just off camera, ready to hold his hand when the broadcast was done. She was looking at her feet the whole time.
Candace was there too, holding a single red rose. Standing next to the hole on the ground, with her fists clenched. She didn’t cry at all during the service, but her red eyes and puffy cheeks indicated she had cried some time before. She dropped the rose into the casket before they closed it.
Carl and Lizzy had come from the first dimension with Mel and Heinz. Both of them were crying, Lizzy more discreetly while Carl openly wept. They had decided he’d be responsible for Leroy from now on, but the parakeet was too young to attend a funeral. Eemaan came along too, but only to support Mel. She barely knew Karl, even though Mel always thought they would’ve been good evil friends.
Even Karl’s sister was there, standing at the very edge of the cemetery, looking afraid of everyone in attendance. It must’ve been hard for the poor girl … losing the last bit of family she had, and being surrounded by evil people who could easily kill her. But she stood her ground, wiping some tears with a handkerchief.
When Doof gave the order, the casket was lowered into the ground. Mel felt a tug of pain inside her. That was it. One of her best friends, practically a little brother to her, gone, forever. She hid her face in her husband’s chest and sobbed quietly.
One by one, everyone left the cemetery. Mel didn’t want to go, but she had to. “Just give me a moment.”
She walked to his grave, crying softly and kneeling next to it.. “I’m so sorry, Karl. I should’ve seen that sniper … I should’ve done something!!!”, she grabbed her own hair, anguished. “But hey … have some fun now, okay? You’re finally free, so … enjoy it. We’re all gonna miss you so much …” , she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and wiping her tears.
“Bye, little bro. I love you. “
With those last words, she walked away from his grave.
Drink Me .....you and Karl if that's alright
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Karl narrowed his eyes when he walked into the seedy bar. The dimly-lit, run-down atmosphere screamed “bad news”, and even though he wasn’t in his own dimension, his defensive instincts kicked in; he closed his fist around the grip frame of his blaster, prepared, if anyone tried anything.
He was surprised Mel had asked to meet her here. This wasn’t the kind of place she would ever go to. He scanned the room and quickly spotted her, sitting at the counter. He walked up, footsteps echoing in the wooden floor, and sat on the stool next to her. “Afternoon, Mrs. Doofenshmirtz.”
“Oh, hey Karl!”, she smiled at him. “I just wanted to give you the updates. He’s almost healed and doing much better now.” Truth be told, she could’ve easily said that on the phone, but she was worried about the kid. The last time they spoke, he seemed nearly depressed, so she had decided it was better to see him in person, to check up on him.
Karl nodded. “Thank you. That’s good.” Although he didn’t show it, he was deeply relieved that his boss was going to be okay. He was about to get up and leave, when he saw a drunk man tripping across the bar. “Mrs Doofenshmirtz, why did you ask me to meet you here?”, he scrunched up his nose with slight disdain.
“I was meeting a potential client here. You know, someone who wants me to acquire something for them. It was a safe place for that, and I figured since I was already here …” She shrugged.
“I see … well, I must be going. Have an evil afternoon, Mrs-“
She cut him off. “Wait! You’re already here, what’s the harm in staying a little longer?” He looked glum, even for his normal standards, and it only increased her worry. Mel motioned to the bartender, batted her eyelashes and purred. “Two pornstars, please.” The man nodded and moved to the back, and Karl’s eyes became wide as golf balls. “What did you just ask for? What kind of movies are they shooting in the back?!?”. He was horrified.
Mel burst out laughing. “No, silly! A pornstar is a shot. It’s a really sweet one, you’ll like it.”
Karl stared. “I … don’t drink. And I thought you didn’t either.”
She shrugged again. “I usually don’t, and under no circumstances do I get drunk. But trust me, you can drink up to three shots and you’ll be fine! It’ll help you loosen up a bit!”
He scowled. “I don’t need to loosen up.” He was also afraid of what he could reveal if he lost his inhibitions. Not so much to Mel herself, but to enemies of the Empire.
The bartender came back and set two shot glasses filled with blue liquid in front of them. Mel gave him her most charming smile and thanked him, and he stumbled back, muttering that it was on the house.
When she looked back at Karl, her green eyes were filled with sadness. “Karl … one of my best friends almost died. You’re not okay either. I know you’re worried about revealing state secrets, but you’re not gonna get drunk. And you’re in my dimension. I’ll keep an eye on you, I won’t let you spill any secrets … I promise. Can’t you have some fun, just this time?”
Karl was surprised. He had no idea she knew about his fears. Why hadn’t she mentioned it before? He eyed the blue drink. It was tempting to forget about his failure for a while. But he couldn’t.
“I … can’t. I really should go.” He started to get up from the stool, when Mel said, smugly. “Right … because last time you learned you can’t hold your liquor. So you’re scared.”
He gritted his teeth and sat back down. “Fine. No more than two shots.”
She smirked and raised her glass. “Cheers!” He clinked his glass on hers, unsure, and poured it down his throat at the same time she did hers. Both slammed their glasses down the counter together. Mel smiled, he coughed, throat burning with the liquid.
“Bartender! Four more, please!”, she beckoned. Three for each was a safe limit.
…. for her. Mel forgot to take into consideration how much of a lightweight Karl was. One shot and he was already a little tipsy, giggling at her.
She snickered. “What’s so funny?”
“Why is the blue drink called a pornstar?”, he laughed. “It makes no sense!”
She laughed, more with him than at the actual ‘joke’. It was nice to see him enjoying himself for once. When the bartender returned with four more shots, Karl took out his wallet and paid for them before Mel had the chance to try and get them for free. They raised their glasses and downed one more shot.
Karl was getting to that point where he became extremely honest. Mel knew she could take advantage of it to ask him about anything, but by now she knew him well enough to figure things out on her own … she didn’t know what to ask. But when his expression went from completely amused to almost devastated in five seconds, she knew.
“What’s bothering you?”
He looked down, into the empty shot glass, words starting to slur. “I failed again. I failed Doofenshmirtz, I failed my sister, I failed my parents … I even failed you when I killed you.”
Mel was really surprised to hear him bring up his sister. She only knew the girl existed because the Carl in the first dimension had a sister, and Mel had no idea if Karl’s was even alive. She watched him take the third shot and did the same, still completely sober. “Karl … Doof is fine, it wasn’t your fault. About your parents, there was nothing anyone could’ve done … and for me, think of it this way. If you hadn’t turned me, we wouldn’t have had vamp blood to give Doof and heal him, and he would’ve died. So … you didn’t fail him, you indirectly saved him!” , she said that last part with as much enthusiasm as she could.
Karl squinted at her; his head was spinning, and he didn’t know if it was because of the drunkenness or her twisted logic. He nodded slowly at her … well, at the two Mels he was now seeing.
Not satisfied that he was still upset, Mel asked. “What’s your full name, again?” Of course she knew the answer to that, but she also knew it was the one thing that made a drunk Karl laugh.
” … Carl Karl!”, he snickered. “My name is Carl Karl! Pfft! Who has a name like that?!”
And he wouldn’t stop laughing. Mel grinned. “Come on Karl, I think you’ve had enough shots. I’ll walk you to my DEI.” It was safer to keep him in her dimension until he sobered up.
He tried to get up and slid off the stool, landing on the floor. Mel laughed and asked if he was okay. He got up, stumbling. The rest of the bar was too drunk to notice his fall.
“Yeah … how … how come you’re drunk not? NOT … drunk?”
“I don’t know, Karl … I guess I’m more resistant than you are.”
“Resistant … I hate the Resistant … Resistince … Resistance! … Expert, no, except for Miss Flynn … she’s so pretty. Have you noticed how pretty she is, Mel?”
Mel laughed and played along. “Yes, she’s very pretty.”
Eventually they arrived at DEI. Mel’s husband greeted Karl with an excited hello, to which Karl replied. “Did you know my name is Carl Karl? Isn’t that the funniest?”, he laughed again.
Heinz mouthed the words ‘drunk?’ at Mel and she nodded; he just chuckled.
Mel was going to lead Karl into the guest room, but as soon as he saw the couch he threw himself face first into it.
“Ummm … the couch it is. Evil night, Karl.”, she waited for her husband, and they went upstairs, whispering about how their days had been.
A little while after they were gone, Karl was still talking. “Carl Karl … hehehe … what a name …”
And then he passed out.
