Ram Gets Cursed

A/N: Another Ram story. Semi-serious, semi-crackfic. Consider this an alternate route to Ram Gets Roasted. Credit to The Writing Pupil from the ReZero Fanfiction Discord server for the prompt. This was fun as hell to write.

Ram Gets Roasted: Curse IF

Sometimes, large changes can happen in the world without a single person noticing. It can be as small as a misshapen snowflake, or as large as a person's death.

One of these changes would come to affect the lives of those within the Annerose Mansion.

A world where the Roast Gods do not so freely grant their blessings.

A world where a certain spirit's plans for her contractor are almost as sweet as the sweets she held in her bag.

A world, where Ram continues to suffer...but not at the hands of sick roasts, but at the hands of her own nature.

A curse. A curse be upon her.

Subaru and Garfiel came down from a bout of laughter they had just shared, as Subaru had just made yet another joke concerning a rather unfortunate ex-merchant now turned Head of Internal Affairs.

Subaru had been assisting in a cleaning effort throughout the mansion instigated by the maids, with the boy lending a hand to help out.

Right now, it was only him, Frederica, Garfiel, Ram, and Petra in the mansion. Otto was there, but swamped with work, and as for Beatrice...

'Oh yeah, that's right. I was about to ask for Beako.' Subaru hummed, turning to his companion, who was sitting backwards in a nearby chair.

"So? What about Beako?"

"Betty is right here, I suppose." Before Garfiel could get out an answer, Beatrice walked towards the two, a satisfied smile on her face.

Subaru and Garfiel shared a look. Out of everything...seeing Beatrice with a smile on her face so early in the morning was definitely not normal. Especially when Subaru hadn't even interacted with her yet for the day.

Hesitantly, Subaru looked back to his contracted spirit, returning her smile with energy.

"Guess somebody finally woke up! What have you been doing all this time, sleeping beauty?" He snickered, remembering just how soundly Beatrice had slept the night before.

"Do you truly wish to know? Would you dare to wonder, I suppose?" The spirit seemed to practically shine at her contractor's acknowledgment of her actions, completely bypassing the teasing words he had prodded her with.

Of course, the way she answered only served to set up even more red flags within the heads of both boys, but now that she had phrased things that way...

Their curiosity was only fanned even further.

"Aye, m'curious s'hell too! I mean, f'I remember right, th'last time I saw yer was on yer t'the kitchen! How tha' hell didja make yer way over here so quick?" Garfiel questioned, rubbing the back of his head. Beatrice just gave a satisfied chuckle, looking off to the side.

"While Betty would usually not answer a question phrased so crudely...let us simply say that she accomplished already what she wished to, I suppose~."

"Hmm? What you wanted to? What, were you trying to make something in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, s'what I assumed after smellin' that bag that ya' had!"

Beatrice shook her head to the two's simple questions.

"It is no use wondering about it. Betty hardly believes that you two would even be able to begin to guess it, in fact." She stated smugly, leaving the two in false outrage.