Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 50

Magnus' POV

Alec waved his hand for them to follow. They stayed crouched down, careful to stay hidden behind the boxes of cargo. Jace was close behind him, Alec in front of him. All three of them were on edge, ready to attack if need be. 

Suddenly, Alec held up his hand, silently telling them to stop, his eyes wide with alarm. At first, Magnus wasn't sure why. But then he heard voices. 

"And those crates ov'r th're? Wh're shouldst I putteth those ones, boss?" 

The voice was obviously male, and Magnus knew they must have been quite old to be speaking like that. He couldn't see the person who had spoken, but he knew they must be close if Alec had told them to stop. 

"Why do you talk like that? It's hard to understand you." Magnus tensed. That was definitely Jonathan.

"Mine own apologies, sir. I hath grown up in in the sixteen hundred's. I am not yet hath used to speaking in the mod'rn language."

"But you are immortal, correct?"

The other person must have nodded in response. 

"Okay, whatever. Just keep working."

Then he heard footsteps. Hopefully, they were leaving. But to his absolute horror, the cargo box he was hiding behind started to tilt over. 

Alec's eyes widened even more. Magnus scooched behind the next one just in time to avoid being squished. Magnus watched as the box was tilted once again. A pair of shoes came into view. They were blue high-tops, with striped socks (that were also blue) rising past the person's knees. 

The thing Magnus saw was the scariest thing he had seen in a long time. 

His eyes wandered higher and higher until he saw the over-sized bright neon shorts with little Micky Mouse patterns on it, being held up by some terrifying SpongeBob suspenders. He wasn't wearing a shirt, leaving his light green chest bare, which was covered in so much hair there could have been a cat glued to him. He had long brown hair that was braided into hundreds of tiny little braids all around his head. He wore a Boston Red Sox's baseball cap backward on the top of his head.  He had no eyebrows, and his eyes were two different colors. The one on the left was purple, while the one on the right was the same green as his skin. His teeth were tiny and sharp. He was short, shorter than Clary, probably about four feet tall. 

His mixed-matched eyes met Magnus's, who prayed to the Angel he wouldn't give them away. 

"Holla." He waved at him. Then frowned. "What art thee looking at?"

Jace pulled out his seraph blade, but Magnus grabbed his hand, keeping his eyes on Mr. SpongeBob suspenders.

"I was just admiring your incredible sense of fashion," Magnus told him, trying to act as if he was amazed. "You certainly have exquisite taste."

The thing smiled. "I am fain thee liketh t. I has't been trying to dresseth m're liketh the mod'rn age."

Magnus continued to stare at him. "I am truly amazed." He blinked several times, trying to take his gaze off of the guy's outfit. "May I ask you for your name?"

He smiled, letting out a series of strange noises that Magnus did not understand at all. "But thee can calleth me Bob. Jony-than toldeth me mine own nameth is rath'r hard to pronounce." Magnus smirked at the way he pronounced 'Jonathan.'

"Bob it is." Magnus continued. He flicked his hand behind his back where Bob could not see, telling Jace and Alec to go. "Have you ever thought of adding some glitter to that gorgeous baseball cap of yours? That 'B' on the front could use some."

"Oh. I doth not has't any glitt'r. What is glitt'r?"

Magnus smiled. "Only the most magical thing known to humankind." He reached into the hidden pocket in his jacket. Bob stepped back wearily, like he was expecting Magnus to pull out a gun. Instead, Magnus pulled a small tube filled with red glitter from his pocket. Bob stepped forward carefully, poking the tube with his bony finger. "Let me show you."

Bob hastily handed Magnus his hat, who popped over the tube and poured the glitter all over it.

"Ooooh," Bob exclaimed, clapping his hands as Magnus slipped the now empty tube back into his pocket. What a waste of glitter. But the hat did look better. 

Bob put it back on his head. Most of the glitter stayed on the hat, but just as Magnus had hoped, some of it fell into his eyes. 

Bob started waving his arms around frantically, and Magnus took this as a chance to run. He turned around to find that Alec and Jace had not left, but know they seemed to understand his plan. Alec rushed forward, careful not to be seen, and the other two boys followed him. Alec led them down the dock and behind a boat that was quite far away from Jonathan's little camp. 

"Magnus, what the hell?!" Alec whisper-shouted. Magnus could hear Jonathan yelling at Bob from the other side of the dock. 

Magnus shrugged. "I was going to let you kill him. He wasn't doing anything wrong."

"What if he tells Jonathan we were here?"

"Do you actually think he would?" Magnus asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, were you paying attention? I don't think he's a threat."

"We don't know that," Alec argued. "He could have been faking it."

"Do you think I would look good in suspenders? I don't think I would get SpongeBob ones... maybe Toy Stor..."

"Magnus, focus," Alec said. 

"Both of you shut up." Jace snapped. 

Alec looked at him in surprise. Magnus followed Jace's gaze to the deck of the ship they were hiding behind, where The Seelie Queen stood, looking over the side, a smile on her face. 

Looking right at them. 

Hey everyone! I'm not dead! Wow, my whole family just got home! WOW. Okay then, so anywaaaaayyy, super sorry for not updating for five days. Worst writer ever. It's for personal reasons I would rather not share and also we went on a vacation for the first three days. So happy late Fourth of July to those of you who celebrate it, and for those of you who don't, happy late completely normal Saturday. AHH THE SONG I AM LISTENING TO JUST SAID A BAD WORD. Welp. Nothing I can do now. Whatever. OKAY THEN. 

SOOO... You like Bob, right? I like him. I think I might have to go get myself some Spongebob suspenders. Make it the new trend. VERY fashionable. Bob is inspired by my great Uncle, by the way. Uncle Jim. Yup. He came outside to go in the pool in flamingo bathing suit shorts and Minions suspenders so that is how that... AH ANOTHER BAD WORD IN MY SONG...happened. 

WE ARE LIKE YOUNG VOLCANOES!!! WE ARRRRREEE WILD AMERICANA EXOTICA DO YOU WANNA FEEL A LITLLE BEAUTIFUL BABY AHHHHH!!! 

I forgot how much I used to love Fall Out Boy. I was so caught up in Ruelle. 

Okay, this author's note is getting too long. Love y'all, thanks for being patient, bye.