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Chapter Four; Damage

Summary of last chapter; 

Y/n gets Yellow Kiddie Chair'd

HABIT borrowed Pikett's body to torture Y/n and got interrupted halfway through bc his cookies were done. Nobody has gotten to have any cookies yet.

Nancy apparently used some sort of spell to prevent HABIT from getting into the trio's minds. This magic started to falter for Pikett a little because of how actively he put himself into situations that wore that magic down.

Nancy lied about fleeing the country and finds a gateway into the Candleverse in Branson to try and fix things

HABIT is looking for Nancy.

Pikett and Y/n are technically hostages now to try and bait Nancy into going to HABIT.

HABIT leaves to go find his actual vessel (Evan) and hears Nancy's TV Static Spell and decides that maybe he can have Nancy find her friends instead of her friends finding her.

CW; blood, gore, dead animals, death, hallucinations, violence, disturbing scenes, brief mentions of self-die, mentions of tobacco

A/N: I would like you to know that when I first wrote this title I read it and immediately thought of Flex Tape.

  Nancy trekked quietly through the dark-skied threshold with a knapsack strapped on her back, taking mental note of the uncanny resemblance to the regular Realm it had while subconsciously messing with the strings of the bag. She cautiously maneuvered grass and road, trying not to step on anything that would make noise. It was bad enough that she was alone and out in the open with not even wildlife to give her company, alerting anything here to her presence would make it worse. For all she knew, there could already be something on her trail. After all, this was unfamiliar ground that she was trespassing across. It would be fast. All she had to do was find anything. Some sort of glowing symbol she could use to fix things or whatever. Close the barrier between fact and fiction for good. 

Fact; this place and these...these things... couldn't possibly have been real this whole time. 

Fact; that means someone must have interfered with the timeline at some point.

Fact; this was a suicide mission, probably.

 Nancy walked at a slightly faster pace, going down an old, run-down street that was overgrown with dying plants. A familiar street she knew too well. What better place to start looking than the place where she accidentally invited a dangerous forest spirit into her home? The house was decrepit and the gutter was full of ivy that also spread to the bricks on the outside of the house with a porch of rotting wood. The brunette, after pulling out a flashlight and flicking it on, took cautious steps up the decaying wood, making sure not to fall through the unsteady boards or patches of soft moss as they crossed the porch and walked through the wide-open door, being hit with the scents of cigarette smoke, pinecones, and flowery perfume that lingered through the ancient walls as if the sources were cherry candles that burnt forever. Nancy felt shivers down their spine as they walked down the hall, feet planting on the soft beige rug she used to walk across every morning. The dark hall she used to be afraid of walking through at night with broken lights that used to glow an off-yellow. The remnants of dust on the elderly wallpaper drifted across the air, reflecting off Nancy's flashlight like fireflies in the sunset.

 "Mommy, look! Look what I've got in my hand!" a small girl with long, brown hair ran up to an older, black-haired woman with her hands cupped closed. 

 Upon opening them, a small beetle was presented to the woman, crawling across the young child's hands and flying away, glowing a yellow that almost replicated the many stars in the sky.