I know you said ghoul, but would it be okay if you did a prompt of the Ghouls trying to spoil Copia after he was promoted to Papa? <3
Spoiling with a side of anxiety because why not. Lol.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Copia sat in his new office staring at his shiny new nameplate. 'Papa Emeritus IV,' it read. He had ascended not but a week ago, on stage, in front of thousands. He'd put on the show of grandeur, coming across as almost cocky when stating there can only be one Papa as Nihil's body was dragged off. Deep down though, deep down he felt a pit of terror and grief.
No he wasn't grieving the old fart he'd just learned was his father as one might suspect. He grieved the brothers he never truly knew, the ones murdered by his mother so that he may have the station he is in now. With that grief the fear tumbled in. Would that happen to him too? What if he's not good enough? Would his mother have him killed too?
It has been a week and those thoughts looped in his mind on repeat through every meeting and while signing every document and now, he just sat, done for the day but unable to move and stared at the title that he once was so sure he'd wanted but now scared him.
In that week he'd distanced himself from his ghouls or rather it wasn't so much by choice as it was business. Meeting after meeting, call after call, by the end of the day he was bone tired and turning down Aethers requests for a dinner date or even a movie night. He wondered what his ghouls were doing.
He did not have to wonder long as his door burst open and a wide eyed, frantic Dew came rushing in, Swiss hot on his heels.
"Dew wha-?"
He wasn't given a chance to finish.
"It's Aether! He-he hurt. You need to come see him. He's asking for you. It's bad Copia!" Dew rushed, his chest heaving.
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