Charms Form the Looming Darkness (Short Stories)

(OUTDATED) Clover's Secret (Lore!)

Tis is very outdated Shadow/Seven Lore. Please read the new chapter.

Image is drawn by WhyisOatmealsogood

TW: Needles))

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Clover twiddled his paws, leaning back in his tall wheely chair, that laid behind his desk. He just listened as his employees worked with the cards on the conveyor belts in the other rooms. Sighing, he turned his chair around to the wall.

"Welp, nothing to do around here but just twiddle my paws," He grumbled out loud. His boredom started to make him slowly drift off to sleep. He sank down in his chair.

"Hey! Important news, sir Clover!" Everett barked, running in the room with their arms full of papers. Everett- the secretary that worked at the deck of cards.

Clover slowly turned around in his chair, irritated, a scowl scrunched up on his face, wrinkling his muzzle. He sat up in his chair slowly before showing off his sharp whites with a creepy "smile."

"Oh, Everett, didn't I say not to interrupt me while I'm busy?" Clover sneered through gritted teeth.

Everett pinned their ears, scared of the cat before them. "Uh- um, there's a broken machine in room 136? The conveyor belt broke in half somehow... um, you should, um, get someone to fix that or turn it off- I'm caught up in- um, phone calls so uh- I- uh- get someone to fix it." Everett stuttered before fleeing out of the room.

Clover wiped the smile off his face slowly and huffed. That damn dog, he grumbled. He couldn't send someone to fix it- that room was hooked up to the secret no one was supposed to know about. He shut the room down for "maintenance."

Later that evening, once everyone stopped working for the day and had gone home, Clover was the only one left in the workplace. He didn't go home just yet- he had things to do. 

Clover ran to the locker room as fast as his legs could carry him- in the dark building. He unlocked his locker with the lock's code, grabbed a key hidden in an old notebook in the back of his locker, then closed his locker. He reached behind the lockers, felt for the keyhole, and turned it in. He could now push the small set of lockers to the side, revealing a very slim and short door. He took the other key on the loop, and unlocked it. He opened the door, crawled inside, and pulled the lockers back while shutting the door. He locked the door tight behind him before turning on the dim light above him that buzzed. The light revealed a long flight of stairs, leading down to the basement of the building his father had put there. He set down the stairs.

Another door. This one he opened, and was greeted by bright lights and screens. A large hallway full of them. Clover placed his paws behind his back before walking straight through the hallway. He kept walking until he came to a door that said "C" and went inside. He shut the door behind him.

There was a small, almost empty room painted white- with a closet door on the far side of the wall.

"You can come out now, Shadow," Clover said in a disappointed groan.

Glowing eyes peered through the blinds of the door before it opened.

"Gosh Dangit, Clover! You had me down here all day!" A voice a lot like Clover's said- except it sounded deeper, slurred, and a bit echoey.

In the doorway stood a jet-black furred cat, strange black blood dripping from it's mouth. The only thing not black on the cat was his pants and his glowing green eyes.

"I can't have you up there. It's dangerous for the both of us. Society will know I'm up to something, A. B, you'd scare the life out of people." Clover said gruffly.

"Well- fine. But you seem to forget I have feelings... my stomach has been roaring like a monster down here! I'm starving!" Shadow groaned. 

Clover made a sharp, frustrated inhale. "You dumb inky furball, I told you where the food is. that cabinet in the closet you always sleep in."

"What's a cabinet?" Shadow mewed.

"You have a memory span shorter than a goldfish- you're practically a toddler. A cabinet is like a door with stuff in it that's not a room," Clover sighed, pinching his nose and hanging his head. 

Shadow opened the closet-like room. Inside was a small mattress, a blanket, a DVD player, and the cabinet. Shadow opened it- and of course, there was food, the only food Shadow could digest properly. Milk and apple juice.

"Thanks!" Shadow said with a laugh that did not match the mood.

"Uh- thanks- I mean welcome. You're welcome." Clover sighed before turning around. 

"You're leaving again, Clover?" Shadow whined.

"Okay, first of all, stop whining. Second of all, I'm doing a final test on you- and I need you in the lab in two minutes sharp, no later." Clover said. Shadow nodded quickly before Gulping down the milk and following Clover. Shadow couldn't keep track of time- he didn't know how.

Clover strapped Shadow onto a machine. The black cat- clearly not a typical cat- whined. "What's this?"

"My final test. if it works, you get to see the world. If not- you stay down here forever." Clover said. He pinched a needle into Shadow's belly, attached by a wire. Shadow whimpered again. He couldn't feel external pain- only hunger. He didn't have a working physical touch nerve system, but he did feel fear.

Clover pressed his paw over the needle on Shadow's belly, and turned on the machine. Shadow went to sleep somehow, closing his eyes. Clover could already tell his experiment was working.

Shadow opened his eyes. He felt a lot- different. He realized he could feel where he was. He could feel the table under him. His head felt sore as well as his spine. His vision was a lot more clear. He sat up, his head feeling fuzzy from the sensory overload he never felt before. He was no longer strapped to the machine.

"Clover?" Shadow whispered. He realized words were easier to come out- and his voice sounded higher pitched.

"Eh- I just fixed up your brain and stuff. See- When they made you out of that dead cat and my heart and lung DNA and stuff- you ended up being like a Frankenstein's monster. I'm not sure if it worked yet, but it looks like it did. Emotions and senories will be more complex- close to those of a living person. Can you stand up for me?

Shadow didn't know what Clover was talking about, other than "stand up." That he did.

"Good- now repeat after me. Pick a card, any card."

Shadow did as Clover told him to.

"Welp- a few more questions and time- and I should have you working in no time! We'll be partners in crime, heheh. For now- go sleep, would'ja?"

Not final lore for Shadow///