Into the Human Realm [Book II] Rascal x fem reader

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Sorry for the wait everyone! 'Into the Human Realm' is now complete. I found I had more motivation not telling anyone I was writing or uploading. Then I finished it. I hope you enjoy and thank you for being patient, consider this a Christmas present from yours truly.

Contains: Sickness, panic attack and vomiting. Will put warnings for the vomiting, look out for *** for the start and end of the scene

Do I have a phobia of vomiting? Yes. Do I find pleasure in writing about it? Absolutely not. Will I still write about it regardless? Yes.

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It's a quiet Tuesday morning, the sky just beginning to brighten softly out your window. By the door, your bag rests heavy and your shoes are placed neatly beside it. Everything is packed and ready for your early shift in the café.

After a few weeks of not feeling your best, you've somehow managed to keep on getting through. It's hard some days. Rascal's worried. Pop and Ricky are worried. You are worried, hardly getting enough sleep ever since you experienced the illusion of Nogo disguised as Rascal and since you've been experiencing these strange symptoms.

No one has any answers and the anxiety inside you continues to spike.

Unfortunately, you still have to provide for yourself and Rascal. A few nights ago, you noticed an appearance of a stash of groceries on your kitchen bench. Flour, milk, eggs, bread, various cans, bathroom items, sanitary products and a bunch of bananas sitting neatly on top of the pile. Immediately you questioned the jester, who told you he had summoned them, though you are smart enough to know that things don't just appear out of nowhere. Everything has an original place, even in the magic world. When you found out he had 'summoned' them from the nearby corner store, you had no choice but to scold him for stealing.

Though, your anger quickly diminished. In truth, you were secretly relieved. Getting out to buy these things has been challenging lately being swamped in work and managing your latest symptoms.

Only this time though, you told him.

Your living room has been transformed drastically since Pop and Ricky's arrival. Piles of grimoires, scrolls, candles and other important looking items you cannot name are spread out in the room.

The older pixie promised you he will ensure that the area will maintain its cleanliness as much as possible and he's done his best to uphold the promise even though you've told him countless times that it doesn't matter right now.

Then there is Ricky who continues building pillow forts all day, though the pillows are too big for him and keep falling down. A week ago, you dedicated an afternoon to helping him assemble the ultimate fort. Rascal didn't see the appeal, purposely 'tripping' every time he'd walk by, and all your hard work would collapse. This happened too often for your liking.

You walk out of your room dressed and your gaze flickers to take in your flat this morning, one of the first things you notice is the Jubiland portal still swirling and flickering in the corner of the room. The next is Pop's absence.

"Where's Pop?"

"Out" Comes a voice from beneath the pillow fort on the other side of the room. Sounds like Ricky's eating something. Something gooey. Best not to question it.

"Oh him?" Rascal's voice lilts from the kitchen. "He's back in Jubiland digging up whatever he can~"

"More grimoires?" You feel a bit bad, wishing there was something you could do to help him out.

"Amongst other things," he responds, "but if I were you, I wouldn't hold my breath. The pixie's got his panties in a twist with this little mission of his! More passion than brains I'd say. Stubborn thing."