Fabletown, a place for Fables to live separately from humans, or 'mundies'. It's the place they call home ever since they were run out of the Homelands, but their stories aren't all sunshine and happy endings. Dark secrets and twisted lies lurk in t...
I've been copying and pasting each chapter into google docs, and we're 385 pages in
385 PAGESSS NOT INCLUDING THIS CHAPTER
THAS CRAZY HAHA
IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YESTERDAY-- BUT LOOK
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IT WAS ALREADY LATE AND MY BABY WAS BEGGING ME TO GO TO SLEEP SO WE COULD CUDDLE-- I'M INNOCENT-- IT WASNT MY FAULTTTT😭
AND TODAY I HAD TO GO SHOPPING AND STUFFFF SO THATS WHY ITS PUBLISHED SO LATE FORGIVE MEEEE
ALSO YALL ARE SO FUNNY-- YOUR REACTIONS TO MY DESCRIPTION OF BIGBY'S BARE TORSO HAD ME DYINGGG
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The Tweedle Brothers' Office, The Bronx, 12:35 a.m 1 hour and 25 minutes left
Bigby yanks open the door leading into a dimly lit hallway of the building the Tweedles' office was located, allowing (Y/N) to enter first as he swiftly follows in after her. The two move with haste, knowing they had only a little more than an hour to find the witch if they had any chance at intercepting the meeting.
A tall, pale and lanky man with disarrayed brown hair sweeps at the floor wearing an orange jumpsuit, a green frog cap sitting on top of his head and a goatee along his chin.
(Y/N) spots the man and walks over briskly, Bigby following closely behind as he clears his throat firmly to get the man's attention.
"Excuse me?" (Y/N) calls, causing the man to let out a startled yelp as he turns around swiftly.
She recognized the man instantly after he had turned, freckles decorating the bridge of his nose and his green eyes hidden behind his messy bangs.
"Oh... hi, Sheriff Bigby, Deputy (Y/N)!" Flycatcher greets after recovering, rubbing the back of his neck as he straightens up while clasping his broom. "Great-- Great to see you both. I... don't know if either if you remember me... I've, uh, seen you both around, but you may have forgotten--"
"Flycatcher," (Y/N) softly interrupts with his name, Bigby grunting in agreement and nodding wordlessly as he takes out his pack of cigarettes. "Of course we know you. You've worked at the Woodlands for... I don't even know how long."
Bigby pats out a cigarette from his pack before holding it in his mouth as he tucks the pack away, feeling for his lighter in his pocket.
Flycatcher's expression brightens with a faint smile. "Heh, I don't know either. I've lost count of the years," he replies to (Y/N), his smile slowly falling as he watches Bigby light his cigarette. "But, uh... you know, Crane... he... let me go, recently."
"Oh, yeah?" Bigby mutters with surprise as he tucks his lighter away, softly puffing on the lit cigarette between his lips as (Y/N) frowns at Flycatcher's words.
