The Owl House, Broken Hearts, Shattered Bones

It's Just A burning Memory

3RD Person P. O. V

The sudden sound of furniture creak paired by the groan of a familiar voice caused us to turn our attentions to a once incapacitated and handicapped Korril, whom, Edric and I willingly helped. helped.

"Hhrrrrggggg...." The alcoholic witch growled at fixed their attention towards us.

A  moment of awkward silence echoed the room, until Korril decided to break the silence.

"Milf?......"

I probably should've left him in his previous state.

Eda, the one Korril tried to provoke, and the one fitting of that discription, replied.

"Yeah, I'm your huckleberry, what of it?"

"Nah, I was fucking with ya."

Korril replied. He rubbed his head as he got off the couch. The juvenile witch stretched his arms in the air, ignoring the tension inside the room and the looks that were being darted at him.

Police brutality much, Captain K?

Edric jokingly teased, Korril looked at him dead in the eye.

"Be grateful that wasn't you I mercilessly beaten that day."

Luz chimed in,

"Woah Woah Woah, Hold On! They just saved you, and you just-"

Korril cut her off and shot her a look,

"If I wanted to thank someone, I wouldn't have felt the need to 'RIP' Them to pieces!"

Emira sighed,

Luz, its alright, I'll deal with this nonsense.

Korril twisted his neck towards Emira, twisting it to an almost 90 degree angle, witha crackling sound.

Soon, you'll feel what emptiness is!

Emira growled  "At least I'm no lying snake, Em, If I wasn't so apathetic about this scenario, I'd-...I'd... "

Korril stopped mid sentence, something was clearly wrong, "You would what? Give me another beating?" Emira angrily hissed, "At least hear us out, Korril." Edric added.

"WILL YOU GUYS SHUTTHEFUCK... UP! I'm..... I think.... I-"

before Korril could finish his sentence, he released a days worth of liqour on the floor in a form of a volatile projectile... AKA, Vomit.

"Ew, sick, were you drunk before passing out?" Edric uncomfortably asked. "Who's cleaning that up?" The Owl Lady stoically asked, like it's normal.

I coughed up what remains of my bile as I punched my stomach to forcefully get it all out. My eyes red. My patience swiftly fading, like I had it anyway, and my sanity falling apart. My head aches, those memories, what'd SHE do with her brother inside my head?

Though, what she did probably saved my life, this doesn't mean the score is settled.

I wiped my mouth and broke the silence.

"Blight, though my sanity has deteriorated, and my alcohol addiction getting the better of me, making me do stupid shit, saving me from myself doesn't make us even. I don't know what you did to restore my memory's, but I could care less."

"There you are again." Emira angrily replied, "being all ungrateful even though someone saved your life, bent from being a sore loser and an asshole." I growled as I limply stood up straight, "There ya go, being all righteous and dignified, how long do you think you can keep it up?" I chuckled hysterically, as the rest of the Owl House gang just stood silently and awkwardly watched the bickering of a drunk, and a self righteous whore.