Miracle sat on a bench, looking at the dusty orange sky. His hand was on his face, covering everything except the eyes. With his cane across his lap and his legs spread out, he thought for a moment. "Why?" He sighed, looking at his single hand. "Why and how?" He put his hand down on his cane, blood trickling down.
"Who knows?" Someone said from behind. Miracle glanced, seeing Jack and Sally behind him. "The Author, maybe..." Miracle said, slumping into the bench. "We were just walking around town. Never expected you to turn up." Sally said, sitting next to Miracle. "How's Fate?"
"She's fine. Winning at the casino, not getting in any fights or arguments... How's Sir Wither Skellington?" Miracle asked, looking at Jack. "Sketchy? Oh, he's fine. Earning money by working... Unlike someone I know..." Jack said, sighing. Miracle took his cane, holding it up to Jack's neck. "You had better not be insulting my daughter." Miracle snarled, a hint of anger in his voice.
"How do you expect to hurt me with a cane?" Jack asked, pushing the cane away. "Besides, she's my daughter. You just have her because of those idiot vampires..." "She's still my daughter. Just like your son is your son, your daughter is my daughter... Wait... that didn't come out right..." Miracle said, shaking his head in confusion.
"Well, you raised her. I guess that DOES mean she's your daughter..." Sally said, standing up. "You taught her right and wrong, left and right. You saw her ups and downs, beginnings and ends. And we thank you for that from the bottom of our hearts." Sally said before heading back to the house. "I'm with her on that." Jack said, catching back up to Sally.
"...And to think... I'm not even a person, and I managed to raise her like that..." Miracle sighed, standing up. He grabbed his cane, and started walking towards his house. He planned on taking Fate to the graveyard to talk to her about something important, but he never seemed to think it was all that important. He opened the door, looking inside.
"ABOUT TIME YOU GOT BACK!" The Author said, sitting on the couch. "I've been reading that comic, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. You'd be surprised how many F-words and profanity's it contains." The Author tossed the book aside, standing up. "Look. I don't want you in my house. I have the right to shoot you, so why don't you leave before I do that?" Miracle said, twitching slightly.
The Author left slowly, trying to avoid eye contact. He stepped out of the house, sighing happily that he didn't get hurt. He suddenly got kicked in the nuts by Matthew LeBlanc. "YOU NEED TO INTRODUCE ME BETTER!" The heartless said, flipping The Author off. The Author just rolled around on the front porch, bleeding an almost ridiculous amount.
Miracle walked upstairs, hearing chips falling on the floor. He walked into Fate's room, wondering what they were doing. Unsurprisingly, he found Fate and her friends, Maria and Tikara, playing Poker. "All in!" Fate said, smirking. "...Fold." Maria said, putting her cards down. "...Hm... Can I call a friend?" Tikara asked, staring at her cards in confusion. "No calling friends in poker..." Fate sighed, showing her hand. "I got a perfect hand!" Fate remarked, grinning from ear to ear.
"...I thought we were playing Poker..." Tikara sighed, dropping her cards. "I'm out, then. I got no more money..." "Same here. No money, no chance of winning." Maria said, sighing. "Hey, Fate..." Miracle began, coughing slightly. "I need to talk to you..." "About what? Is this about why Maria's last name is Skellington, or why Luna looks like a Ragdoll?" Fate asked, cocking her head.
"...Oh, no..." Miracle sighed, knowing what this meant. "WAIT A MINUTE!" The Author yelled, crawling through a window. "...You know, you'd think he'd die from all the blood he's lost..." Fate sighed, looking at The Author. "NAY! I need to live on to prevent plot-holes in this Fanfiction! I MUST LIVE ON!" The Author rambled, striking a stupid pose.
Maria kicked The Author in the nuts. "...Owie... I must... Live on..." The Author rolled around on the floor, reopening the wound he suffered thirty seconds ago. "...Alright, can we just agree that the fact that we have more than one Ragdoll and a girl with the name Skellington and that she's not related? Because if we agreed, than we can blame the plot-holes on the people who made the characters and not you." Miracle said, poking The Author.
"...Right, right. Good idea..." The Author said, slowly standing up. "I'm gonna go bleed somewhere. If you see me, please don't hurt me..." The Author fell out of the window, trying to avoid another painful kick. "...He's weird..." Tikara said, looking out the window. "Is he too stupid to die or what?" "Yeah, that's probably the right answer..." Miracle sighed, looking out the window along with Tikara.
"So, Fate. Meet me at Spiral hill at high noon. Don't bring anyone else. This is a family affair." Miracle said, walking out of the room. "...Did he sound more serious than normal, or was that just me?" Maria asked, whispering to Fate. "I think so... Wonder why?" Fate whispered back. She stood up, walking out of the room. "I'm gonna have to ask you guy's to go now. I'll try and talk to you later."
Tikara and Maria left the house, waving goodbyes and smiling happily. Fate looked at the clock, wondering what time it was. Fifteen minutes before noon. Just enough time to go and visit the Witches shop. "I gotta pick up some candy... I have to give it to someone... It's almost valentines day, after all..." She thought, closing the door to the house.
She skipped along, greeting the people who walked by and hummed the tune to 'This Is Halloween'. She arrived at the store, greeting the witches. "Why, Hello, Fate!" The taller witch said, stopping what she was doing. "It's been awhile! How have you been?" The smaller witch asked, standing on a stool.
"Fine... Nothing much to do in this town, though..." Fate sighed, taking out a change purse. "I need some chocolate candy. Valentines day and whatnot." "Ooooh... Valentines, eh?... Who are you gonna give it to?" The taller witch asked, looking for the candy. "No one, yet. Still thinking about it..." Fate replied, looking around the store.
"Well, if you find someone, don't let them go! Appreciate the fact that there's more than The Author to make you feel loved!" The shorter witch said, now standing on the counter. "...You know, I hate The Author with the passion of one thousand Fire Bombs..." Fate commented, her eye twitching.
"Here's your candy! That'll be five coins." The taller witch said, putting the candy on the counter. "Thanks... Five coins... Five coins... Here." Fate gave her the coins, and headed towards the door. "I might be back for more. Don't sell any if you know what's good for you..." Fate commented, walking out the door.
She ran to the Spiral Hill, realizing she was late. A few seconds later, she arrived, out of breath. "At least you made it..." Miracle sighed, helping Fate walk up the hill. "I'm so sorry, dad! I thought it was earlier than when I was supposed to be here!" Fate said, running up the hill. "Chill... I mean, it's not like you meant to be late..." Miracle sighed, sitting at the top of the hill.
"Sit down with me. We have to talk." Miracle said, his cane across his lap. Fate sat down next to Miracle, and the conversation began. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about, dad?" Fate asked, looking at the moon. "I have a gift for you. You turn sixteen today, right?" Miracle asked, putting his hand in his hoodie. He pulled something out, giving it to Fate. "A gift for the birthday girl. Hope you enjoy."
Fate opened the box, looking inside. "...You're Soul Robbers and Keyblades?" Fate asked, picking up the gifts. "Yeah. It's part of you're gift." Miracle said, looking at the moon. "You're old enough to leave. Old enough to have an adventure and to learn about this world of ours. I'm getting old, and I'm going to hold you back someday. Before that happens, I'm going to set you free into this world."
Fate looking at Miracle, a tear in her eye."...I don't know what to say at time's like this... Makes me kinda stupid..." Fate cried, being held by Miracle in his arms. "Remember. You have a life. Live it, and make yourself proud. I've lived my life, and I've raised you. I'm proud enough to die happy." Miracle let go of her, wiping a tear from her eye.
"I'm going to give you some money. Exactly one thousand gold coins. Enough so that you can get off the ground and start whatever you want." Miracle handed her the money, the coins covered in blood. "...Damn... I'm nervous..." Miracle sighed, shaking the blood off. "Before you go, I want to ask you something..."
"Do you plan on coming back?" Miracle asked, standing up. "...I never thought about it... It's only been half a minute..." Fate replied, staring at the moon. "Don't return. The townspeople don't like you anymore than they like me. The friends you made was because The Author wanted people to read this story." Miracle sighed, turning around.
"DAMMIT! You just HAD to ruin the moment, didn't you!?" The Author yelled, jumping out of a pumpkin. A very LARGE pumpkin. "I'm TRYING to make this sad, but NO! NOOOOOO! You had to go and mention ME!" "...You know, it's the truth." Miracle said, slapping The Author over the head with his cane. "THAT AIN'T THE POINT! The point is, she's supposed to be exploring the forest by now!" The Author said, looking at Fate.
Fate slowly walked down, her eyes full of tears. She kicked The Author in the nuts, making him suffer for his stupidity. "...Alright, that's the spirit!" The Author said, falling over. Fate just hugged Miracle, not saying a word. The silence was broken by gunshots. "Hurry off before the mob arrives..." Miracle said, pushing Fate away.
Fate ran, faster than she ever ran in her life. Tears flooded from her empty sockets, her mouth silently saying prayers. Her father's past was about to come back to haunt the both of them, and Fate knew her Father would be alive when she returned. "You don't become a grandpa because you're weak." She thought slowing down. She rested at the base of a tree, ready to collapse. She slept, un-aware of what was happening to Miracle...
