Forgive and Forget [GOING THROUGH REWRITE]

Off To See The Wizard

Just a headcanon warning.

Mimi is 15 in this story, and was 12 during the events of SPM. The headcanon is that she just ages oddly. Also, her hairstyles will change from time to time, like in this chapter

Oh, and gore warning for this chapter.

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Blumiere decided to just check Mimi's room, for it was the most obvious place she'd be. He stopped in front of her door, hesitant to knock. Blumiere finally knocked, and a quiet "Come in" was heard.

Now let me paint a little picture for you all. Mimi, being a teenager, is going through that edgy phase. Her pillows and bedding were now all grayscale, the cutesy neons and pinks gone. Her walls were covered with rock bands, and only one anime guy poster was seen. He was a vampiric-looking character, and was quite the emo man. Mimi herself was wearing black and gray fuzzy pajama pants, and a soft black longsleeved turtleneck. She looked up from her phone (because story 'creativity') and smiled slightly at Blumiere. Thank Jaydes she wasn't one of those bItchy teens.

"Heya Lord Blu," she said softly, taking off her headphones and putting them around her neck. "Did you need something?"

"Yes, actually. Uh, would you mind coming with me? It's... about someone," Blumiere chuckled, and Mimi smiled.

"Is it something to do with Lady Timpani?" she giggled with a questioning tone.

Blumiere smiled, followed by a laugh and blush. "No, actually, for the first time in forever. About this 'he' Nastasia and O'Chunks keep speaking of."

Mimi thought for a moment, then looked at him wide-eyed. Mimi laughed nervously, playing with her braids. "Ahahahaaa... I have no idea what you're talking about, Blu!"

Blumiere gave her a small stern look. "Come on, Mimi. This is my household, and I at least deserve some hints," he scoffed with a smile.

Mimi sighed, twirling one of her braids around. "Well, I guess I could give you the answer in the form of a riddle." Blumiere nodded in acceptance.

"A constant smile upon His face,

Tried to wipe out every race.

Creepy, crazy, and quite annoying,

No one knows what kept Him going.

May or may not be okay,

His mind and heart had led Him astray.

I really don't think you should visit,

But if you do, you surely won't miss it."

Mimi smiled. "Did you like it, Lord Blumiere?" she asked, sitting upright and hugging one of her pillows.

Blumiere nodded. "Thank you, Mimi. That was some nice rhyming. But what do you mean by 'I don't think you should visit'?" he questioned further.

Mimi froze, resting her head in her pillow, contemplating on whether or not she should take Blumiere to Him. A quiet minute went by, and Mimi slowly got off her bed and started walking out the door.

Blumiere was surprised and sped after her. "Wait, Mimi, where are we going?" he asked, obviously baffled by her sudden actions.

Mimi stopped short, and turned to face Blumiere. "Before I take you, you have to promise me something."

"I... uh... sure. What is it?"

"Promise you won't yell and try to attack him. Trust me, I don't like him here any more than you will. But he isn't well, Lord Blu."

An odd request, Blumiere thought. But he nodded anyway. They were off towards His old room.

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He looked up to see the downward swing of a scepter...

It was stabbed into the right side of his chest, blue blood splattering on the both of them. He gasped for air, and let out a whine of pain. The man twisted the scepter around, cutting into Him more. He couldn't hold himself back anymore, and He screamed in pain, tears flowing freely. The man took the scepter out of His chest, and stabbed Him in the arm so He couldn't escape.

The man sneered at the poor jester, smiling at His pain. "You're still so weak and puny. It's been 7 years, how have you not changed one bit?" he spoke with a cruel smile.

No matter how hard He tried, He couldn't get away. He was stabbed in the arms, legs, and stomach. Blue blood oozed everywhere.

The man chuckled again, raising his scepter to the air, ready to bring the final blow.

He shut His eyes tightly, awaiting His end.

...

But it didn't come. Confused, He hesitantly opened His eyes. Bad idea.

The scepter came crashing down.

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