prester lost his spouse to the war™, making him tonights biggest loser
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witchrepresentative is a total crackship with no actual backing to it. literally the only thing that is has going for it is that theyre both situated in yott. and they both have the attack guilt trip. and they both have an underlying theme of mind manipulation/control (presters "hivemind" cheat and al saying winston had a plan to brainwash toons). and the both of them having cheats that involve giving an extra attack. and the lead up to presters fight being one of the few times a taskline manager (winston obvs) gets mentioned outside their own fights buildup/the directors fight buildup. and the both of them being opposites in many different ways, which is a common ship trope (opposites-attract! winston being friendly to such a fault it got them captured/prester being mean to such a fault it gets him in trouble with his boss. winston being underground/prester being above ground. winston having stuttery speech/prester having rather complex speech.). and the fact they have an interesting similarity with firesetter in the way that its a constantly grinning sellbot and a pyrokinetic, one of which with a heightened sense of ego. and the fact it potentially follows one of the most classic fairytale (to an overdone degree) tropes of all time, the damsel in distress. and the fact both their job titles involve dealing with reputations, either heightening the reputation of the company or lowering the reputation of the opposition. and the fact the toon dialogue in the looming lawbot task implies prester is in yott, at least partially, to free winston. and the fact presters valentoons text is him going on and on and on about how love it beneath him to a comedic degree, almost like hes compensating for something or has been personally burned (haha) by love. and presters now-scrapped "fellow suits, YOU may be next!" mob mentality dialogue potentially gesturing towards winston and their situation. and the fact that-
other stuff i didnt wanna put in the main post because its far more. out there. somehow? than the rest. consider this an addendum with stuff i didnt want in the maintags!
while doing research to figure out the joke behind winstons name, i discovered the word "winsome". which is an adjective that describes someone as charming or cheerful, potentially in a naive way. the word dates back to 1677 and sounds a lot like a word prester would use if his heart wasnt filled with hatred.
also, the two of them having the first letter of their suit names being the first initial of their real names. public relations representative, prester virgil. witch hunter, winston byrd.
witchrepresentative is a total crackship with no actual backing to it. literally the only thing that is has going for it is that theyre both situated in yott. and they both have the attack guilt trip. and they both have an underlying theme of mind manipulation/control (presters "hivemind" cheat and al saying winston had a plan to brainwash toons). and the both of them having cheats that involve giving an extra attack. and the lead up to presters fight being one of the few times a taskline manager (winston obvs) gets mentioned outside their own fights buildup/the directors fight buildup. and the both of them being opposites in many different ways, which is a common ship trope (opposites-attract! winston being friendly to such a fault it got them captured/prester being mean to such a fault it gets him in trouble with his boss. winston being underground/prester being above ground. winston having stuttery speech/prester having rather complex speech.). and the fact they have an interesting similarity with firesetter in the way that its a constantly grinning sellbot and a pyrokinetic, one of which with a heightened sense of ego. and the fact it potentially follows one of the most classic fairytale (to an overdone degree) tropes of all time, the damsel in distress. and the fact both their job titles involve dealing with reputations, either heightening the reputation of the company or lowering the reputation of the opposition. and the fact the toon dialogue in the looming lawbot task implies prester is in yott, at least partially, to free winston. and the fact presters valentoons text is him going on and on and on about how love it beneath him to a comedic degree, almost like hes compensating for something or has been personally burned (haha) by love. and presters now-scrapped "fellow suits, YOU may be next!" mob mentality dialogue potentially gesturing towards winston and their situation. and the fact that-
amazing witchrepresentative headcanon dynamic pre-canon related thing
prester knowing winston prior to either of them joining cogs inc and not exactly hating them but also not exactly liking them either. and then winston joins cogs inc, gets sent out to yott, and subsequently drops off the face of the earth. and THATS when prester realizes he actually liked their company.
It was a lovely clearing, located directly to the south of Toontown’s borders. Mottled with colorful wildflowers and cradled by large trees at all ends, it was the perfect blend of the untamed parts of Daffodil Gardens and Acorn Acres. Untouched by neither Toon or Suit, it was the most beautiful example of nature given the freedom to just express itself. So free and nonuniform, no Cog would be caught dead in a place like this. Yet, one still stood in the clearing, clutching another.
The Witch Hunter traveled here alone under the dim moonlight, although he’d personally wish to say he had company. One arm held the disturbingly light body of Winston Byrd, their head tucked between Prester’s head and right shoulder as they laid limp against him. Prester’s hand held their back firmly, but not crushingly so, as to keep them comfortable yet secured. His other hand wielded a large shovel, built perfectly for what he intended to do on this horrid night. It was sketchy at best, and downright illegal at worst… refusing to report a death to C.O.G.S. Inc. and burying the body yourself… but Prester never really was the biggest fan on common law, especially in comparison to his own personal set of beliefs. And, currently, he believed this was the best thing he could do for Winston. The Skelecog deserved a proper burial, and Prester knew that the company would deny them that final resting spot. Instead, they would most likely melt them down and use the material to build someone new or, worse, dump them out like yesterday’s garbage.
He laid the body down against a tree, gently as he could as to not cause even the slightest dent. For the first time since Prester began his hidden trek, he got to see Winston’s face. It was the most at peace he’s seen them in recent memory, no longer tormented by the traumas of their past or incessant glitches. They just looked deep in an endless dream, the curvature of their jaw forming a small smile. Not unhinged, not pained, just genuine. It threatened to break him, right there and then, but Prester refused to be broken. He had to see this through, for them, he had to be strong. Tilting the brim of his hat down over his eyes, he turned away from Winston and began to dig.
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Additional Tags: One Shot, Rare Pairings, Short & Bittersweet, Angst, Smut, Past Relationship(s), Dream Sex, Hallucination Sex, Its Weird, And Sad, Grief/Mourning, Witch Hunter | Prester Virgil-Typical Vocabulary, No Beta
Sneak Peek:
He was being watched. He could feel it.
Prester opened his blurry eyes, still heavy with sleep. He stared up at the ceiling of his bed chambers, painted pitch black from the night’s darkness. It was quite late… or perhaps, way too early? Whichever it may be, it was not a normal time for an old man like him to be waking up.
He knew the routine by now. It was not every night, but it surely wasn’t rare. Sleep paralysis. He tried to lift a leg, and then an arm, finding them both to be insurmountably heavy. Indeed, his gut reaction was right, but he didn’t know whether to be silently proud or dreading of his correctness. Prester never liked the ‘not being able to move or speak’ part, he was a man of many words and actions after all. But, then again, he doubted many sufferers of this particular ailment liked that part.
Forcing his crimson-red pupils down towards the foot of his bed, he saw a glowing baby-blue pair gaze right back at him. Ah, so it truly was going to be one of those nights, wasn’t it? He mentally addressed the ‘man’ of the hour who, in turn, began to climb up onto the bed with him.
The Suit who always visited him on these types of nights.
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