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Deceit and Emile left the room and walked downstairs where an old lady and Remy were talking.

"Hey Love. Who's she?" Emile  kissed Remy then sat next to him.

"I'm the number one Grandma, according to author." she smiled sweetly. She knew the readers would soon give up trying to fix the wall.

"Uh.. Who's 'author'?" Emile asked.

She waved her hand through the air. "Don't listen to what I say. I'm just a crazy old lady." She laughed heartily.

Deceit furrowed his brows.

Grandma looked over and smiled softly at him "Ah. You must be the poor boy that author just had to hurt.." she gestured for him to come forward.

"Come and give me a hug, son."

Deceit looked to Remy and Emile, asking if he could with his eyes.

Remy and Emile nodded. Deceit walked forward and hugged Grandma.

"Oh you poor boy. I will make author write you a happy chapter. Or maybe even write a short story where you have the boy of your dreams for Christmas."

"Wait what? It's six months till Christmas?"

Grandma chuckled "Maybe not here."

She moved away. "I have those boys writing an apology to you and your guardians." she became serious.

Deceit frowned and rubbed his arms. Emile pulled him over to him and rubbed his shoulders comfortingly.

Deceit calmed down slightly. He nodded.

Grandma regained her smile again. "Would you two dears like a cookie?" she held out the tin of cookies again.

"Sure!" Emile took one "Thank you!"

Deceit nodded and took one, biting into it gingerly.

Grandma had poisoned the cookies. They all died. Grandma laughed as they dropped to the floor.

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