Well, if I keep writing serious books I'll go beyond the edgy state I'm already in. So, why not have some relief here?
These writings will include mostly OCs, while a few canon characters from their respective communities (mostly Skylanders, don't j...
A crisp winter morning, December 24th. Skylands was growing colder as the embrace of snowstorms took the islands in its grasp. Nights were growing longer. Skylanders were found with their friends, having a good time. But that's all that's really shown, isn't it? The other side is never shown, as always. Christmas isn't limited to the good people. Villains can celebrate Christmas. They do, but it's never seen. Only the villainous side of villains are ever shown. But what if a few villains had family, sons and daughters and spouses? What if bad guys weren't just bad guys? Surely they have a life outside of being, well, villains, right?
Mesmeralda had just finished her final winter performance for the year. She walked backstage, exhausted. It always took a lot of work to create a magic show, but with the stress of the upcoming holidays, all of the work began to wear on her. At least she had some help now. Collapsing on the couch, she called out her daughter's name tiredly, a low whisper of "Fantoche?" There was no response, but Mesmeralda heard some sort of small noise, possibly sobbing. Immediately she could conclude that it was her daughter, as there were no other living creatures in the theater. Puppets were controlled by magic alone, whether or not they were once living people who became locked in a wooden prison, their souls old and wilted in their isolation. There was another kind of stress that came on the holidays; the stress for one they had both lost.
Isak, Mesmeralda's lover and Fantoche's caring father. Fantoche remembered little of him; he was always exploring the possibilities of the future. Isak could warp through time, and loved going anywhere he could. But the little bit of time he spent in the present was enlightening in too many ways to describe. Before his accident, Fantoche had felt like Mesmeralda was more her boss than her mother. They worked together, but the spider mother was controlling and demanding. She couldn't complain a lot though; Mesmeralda had never pushed Fantoche too far past her limits. Slowly her skills built until, when she was fifteen, her mother finally let her perform. It was one of their best shows yet, however she left discouraged that Isak could not have seen it.
Reality hit Mesmeralda like the bullet as she remembered today's date. The 24th was Christmas Eve, as well as when Isak was slaughtered by a werewolf. She had something prepared for her daughter, something to help cope with the pain of the memory. Getting up, she walked to her own dressing room, opening the door. There, on the dresser, there was a small box, white wrapped in pink ribbon. The spider mother picked it up carefully, closing the door after walking out of the room. Lightly, Mesmeralda knocked on the door of Fantoche's own dressing room. "C-Come in," a small voice stuttered from inside. Slowly, very slowly, Mesmeralda opened the door, and wasn't fully shocked by what she saw.
The room was untidy, borderline messy, very unlike Fantoche, who was usually a perfectionist with how everything she owned looked. But today, it was completely understandable; Fantoche had taken the loss of her father much worse than Mesmeralda had. Her daughter looked up, her eyes more red than pink, probably from crying. "I was going to wait until tomorrow to give you this, but I don't think I can watch you be like this much longer," Mesmerelda said softly, sitting next to the spider daughter on the bed. Fantoche ever so slightly tilted her head, interested. The older spider handed the small box to her daughter, and Fantoche's expression turned from depressed to slightly in disbelief. "Just open it, please," Mesmeralda said. Looking at the box, she carefully lifted the lid. Tears formed in her eyes as she smiled, holding the picture within it. One of the final times Fantoche had ever seen her father. It was probably the happiest captured moment of them together.
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Fantoche looked at her mother and hugged her. Mesmeralda hugged back as her daughter spoke very quietly, but she would always remember exactly how it was said. Her daughter's tiny voice whispering two words that meant so much, a low "Thank you."
