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Fiction Au: Moss

William skipped up to Vincent in excitement, hugging him tightly from behind.

"Mmm, morning darling." Vincent chuckled, a smile plastered on his face.

"Morning!" William beamed, "What are you cooking? Smells good."

"Soup, boring, very boring, I know." He replied, briefly sighing. "Actually, I know it's early. But would you mind heading out and getting something for me?"

That caught William's attention as he pulled away, "Nope, what is it?"

"Surprisingly, I need moss." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Moss?! Are you trying to poison us or something?" William teased.

"No, no, not to put it in the soup. I use it to clean certain ingredients. No time to explain right now. Though, one of us needs to watch the kids and keep an eye on this. And that'll be me." Vincent motioned towards the boiling pot.

William raised an eyebrow, and nodded at his explanation. "Alright, be back in no time." He gave a sweet smile before striding out the door and taking the basket on the side rack with him, closing the door as he stepped outside into the brisk air.

. . .

William knew the best spot to find moss, the swamp of course. The only problem is that the moss there smelt weird.

"If water could be rotten, I bet that's how it would smell." William pondered to himself. It didn't stink really, it was just odd. Smelt like rubber.

He arrived at the swamp, moss hanging down from the trees and then more attached to the bark of others. His tail began to wag. Instead of doing it the easy way, and get the moss attached to the trees. He decided to climb up the trees and then grab the ones hanging. That'll be much more fun! William's child spirit still hadn't gone away. And he planned to keep it like that.

But he made a terrible mistake climbing instead.

The man reached the thick tree branch, with loads of moss hanging off of it. This all should be enough.

He grabbed his gloves, putting them on as his mother always told him that touching uncleaned moss could give you warts. Which made sense as many parasites could live on it. Then again, maybe Vincent was trying to poison him by cleaning their food with this muck. He picked up the first one and threw it in the basket, heading down further. From one all the way to the seventh one. "Finally, the last of it." He sighed in relief.

He turned around just to look down to the swamp water below. That's a long drop... He became uneasy, one of his fears being heights of course. I need to get down, it's getting close to sunset. He shook his head looking back to the trunk of the tree. Just before hearing a bird call.

Suddenly, his chest boomed with fear as pain hit his face, the bird dived at his face and was attacking him. Digging its talons into his cheekbone. He snarled, trying to rip the bird off but instead he lost balance as he threw it off him; causing the man to fall off the tree, agonizing pain hitting him as he fell into the swamp water.

And then just like that, he was blacked out. Thrust down into the deep waters of the swamp.