Daze awoke, feeling dizzy. She scratched her head, looked around for a moment, and lifted the sheets. Her clothing, her suit, was covered in dried blood. She sighed heavily, jumping out of the bed she laid in. She looked around for a moment, seeing someone on the deck outside of the room. She got dressed and went outside, seeing that it was Fate. Sighing in relief, she began to talk.
"I passed out?" Daze asked, walking up to Fate. "Yup. You vomited some blood, too." Fate commented, looking out at the never ending fireworks. "...Oh..." Daze sighed, shaking her head. "Oddest thing about the blood, though. Some flowers popped up from the blood you threw-up..." Fate commented, turning around and looking at Daze.
"What? How is that possible?" Daze asked, tilting her head. "Three possibilities. One being that The Author messed something up. Second being---" "HOLD IT!" The Author said, popping out of one of the umbrellas at a table. "I don't mess with people! Only their emotions! Just because I scar them for life doesn't mean that they won't be able to walk again!" The Author said, crashing through to the ground below.
"...You know what? There are times where I wish this Fanfic wasn't so random..." Daze sighed, seeing The Authors bloody mess below. "What was the second reason about the blood?" "The second being that those flowers took some really, REALLY strong Miracle Gro... AW, DAMMIT!" Fate stated, pulling Daze over to the side.
"...I'm fine..." Daze said, surprised that her stomach wasn't turning. "...Odd... but fine with me!" Fate said, letting go of Daze. "Anyway... The third reason being that you're blood is... modified, maybe..." Fate commented, shaking her head. "I got some other ideas, but I don't think they're gonna change anything..." "...Alright. But I want some answers..." Daze stated, walking back into the establishment.
Fate followed, and they went back to the bar. "TO THE NOOBS!" Tikara called out, holding up a cup full of chocolate milk. "TO THE NOOBS!" The drunkards called out. "TO MY SECRET STASH!" the Author called out, his cup full of air. Really NASTY air. "...They're talking about us, huh?" Daze asked, sitting at a stool. "We're the noobiest people here..." Fate sighed, grabbing a bottle of water.
"You two lovelies sleep well?" Tikara asked, glomping Daze. "Meh. My bed was covered in Author stupid." Fate commented, sipping some water. "Mine was... Bloody..." Daze said, petting Tikara. "Well... Nah. Mine's too inappropriate for the kiddies!" Tikara said, landing on Daze's head and purring.
"...O_O... Does it involve chocolate, Willy Wonka, and a lifetime supplies of Windex?" Fate asked, closing her water bottle. "...No comment." Tikara sighed, shaking her head. "So, why are the two of you in the Fourth of July Holiday tree? Miracle locked it up and stuff." Tikara asked, hanging off the side of the bar counter with her tail.
"I'm just exploring, trying to find something useful... Something father would see and know something he forgot..." Fate commented, looking out the window. "I'm in this because she promised me money!" Daze said, making a face similar to :3. "HEY! She get's money!? I WANT MONEY!" Tikara yelled, climbing into fate's hoodie.
"ACH! NO-HEEHEE-OOOO!" Fate said, shaking her groove thang... Why did I just type that? "GET OUT OF MY HOODIE! MY BODY IS IN THERE!" "NUUUU! ONLY IF I GET TOGO EXPLORIN'!" Tikara said, circling around inside the hoodie. "FINE, FINE! JUST GET OUT!" Fate said, taking off her hoodie for a brief moment.
Daze gasped for a slight moment at what she saw. "FATE!? Why is your neck bleeding!?" Daze asked. "...Uh... Long story." Fate sighed, putting her hoodie back on. (Before anyone asks, she wears an undershirt. The hoodie is there because her father made it. NO YAOI FOR YOU!)
"My father went into a rage once... He sometimes has a bad memory, while other times he get's so saddened at himself, he go's on a spree of pain." Fate sighed, sitting on a bar-stool. "He grabbed my throat once. Grabbed it and tightened his fist around it so much that the bones broke around there."
"Dr. Finkelstein stitched the bones back together." Tikara said, floating onto Fate's head. "Miracle was shocked at what he had done. He stayed with Fate, day and night, until she finally woke up from the operation..." "...Man, he was a real pain when I woke up..." Fate commented, drinking some water. "He kept apologizing, kept saying bad things about himself..."
"..." Daze was shocked and awed. Miracle, it seems, was much different from how she remembered him. "He finally took me out of the hospital. Miracle just took me home, let me out of home-schooling for the rest of the week, and locked himself in a room to think." Fate sighed, shedding a small tear. "When he finally came out, he was too different... No longer care free... Too serious, it seemed to me..."
"...Your dad's real stupid, isn't he?" Daze asked, shaking her head. Fate's eye sockets widened, and she slammed Daze onto the floor. She grabbed a bottle of gin, and held it close to Daze's face. "FATE!? WHAT THE HELL!?" Tikara screamed, failing to pull Fate away from Daze. "YOU LITTLE B****!" Fate screamed, smacking Daze over the head with the bottle of gin and breaking the bottle in the process.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MY FATHER HAS DONE FOR ME!? DONE FOR MY FRIENDS!?" Fate kept smacking Daze with the bottle, causing her face to swell up and bleed. "He is, WITHOUT A DOUBT, my greatest friend, and the greatest person in the world! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY DAD IN SUCH A MANNER!?" Fate almost killed Daze at that very moment, but---
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The Author said, pulling Fate away. "NO KILLING! THAT'S FINAL!" Fate didn't even answer. She just rammed the broken point of the bottle into the Author's [BLEEPIS] and then The Author bled from what has to be the most awkward spot on his body. Nothing else needs to be said.
Tikara trapped Fate in a bubble, making sure she couldn't escape. "Good god, Fate! How could you hurt her!? She's just as friendly as I am! She might have an opinion you disagree with, but that's no reason to kill someone!" Tikara lectured to Fate while also trying to heal Daze.
Daze had her last wound fixed when she finally stood. She walked over to the bubble Fate was in, and started talking. "You have no idea who your father is to me, do you?" Daze asked, poking the bubble. "He is far more important to me then you may think. I might not know him, but I DEFINITELY remember him." Daze said, taking a knife and holding it to her neck.
"...Oh, dammit!" Tikara said, trying to telekinetically take the knife. It was too late, though, and Daze already slit her throat. Fate gasped for a slight moment, and Tikara panicked, pouring root beer on the wound. It didn't work. Daze twitched for a moment before getting back up.
"See this blood?" Daze asked, some blood on her fingers. "On the ground, it turns into flowers, correct?" Fate and Tikara stared in awe of the Roses and Forget-Me-Not's that came up. "HOW!?" Fate yelled out, her face almost sticking out of the bubble. "Simple. The blood is a mix between two people. I won't forget those people. Even if I can't recall them, I can remember them." Daze commented, smirking.
"...OH...MY...GOD..." Fate whispered to herself, slamming herself into the back of the bubble. "That means... God..." "...WHAT!? WHAT WHAT WHAT!?" Tikara asked, crawling around inside of Daze's shirt. "AUGH! NOOO! TICKLES!" Daze screamed, laughing and rolling around on the floor. "ALRIGHT! GET OUT AND I'LL SPEAK!" "SQUEE!" Tikara screamed, glomping Daze and popping the bubble that held Fate.
"In all actuality, Miracle is, in fact, my Biological father." Daze said, re-gathering her posture. Fate collapsed right there, knowing all too well what that meant. "MY FATHER GOT LAID!?" Fate asked, panicking. She got up, and started running around the bar like a teenager with a bag of Crack and ADD. The Author was still bleeding.
"...Do you know when she's gonna stop?" Daze asked Tikara, sitting at a bar stool. "...Right ... about ... NOW!" Tikara said, seeing Fate ram into a bubble that Tikara made. "WOO! AIM WAS PERFECT!" Tikara thought to herself, glomping the now-stopped Fate. "Are you sane?" Tikara asked.
"...Maybe... Augh, the image still hurts..." Fate commented, her head spinning. "Hey, Tikara? How long have there been three of you?" "Longer than you can imagine..." Tikara sighed, handing Fate some more water. "Drink it up. I don't wanna clean up whatever funk you might got." Fate drank the water, and stood up slowly.
"How long ago were you born?" Fate asked Daze, shaking her head slightly. "I'm... seventeen. A year older than you, then." Daze said, calculating with her fingers. "...My father was married before he came to Halloweentown?... WAIT A MINUTE!" Fate yelled, thinking back for a moment. "I read a report about my father! It said that he was never cared for when he was born!" "Right. No one cared for him. When he learned to walk, he walked right into the Easter holiday door. He just walked around until he got to the orphanage."
"Oddly enough... He was never taken. He looked too much like the man that almost ruined the holidays. JACK SKELLINGTON." Daze said, a hint of anger in her voice. "When Jack actually SAVED the holidays, people wanted Miracle pretty damned badly. Miracle managed to get taken by someone rather rich, but that didn't end well for anyone..."
"...Oh, lord..." Fate sighed, sitting on a stool. Tikara rested on Fate's head, and Daze continued. "Who took him in?" Tikara asked. "... Some dude... Willy Wonka." Daze said. Tikara's eyes got extraordinarily wide, and Fate cussed slightly, knowing what that meant. "MIRACLE WAS WILLY'S KID! I MUST HAVE HIM!" Tikara flew out of the bar, taking out the whole front of the building with her. She flew at the speed of light, going back to Halloweentown.
"O_O... Daze. If what you said is true, I may never see my father again..." Fate said, her eye twitching. "Dare I ask why?" daze asked. "Tikara will either eat Miracle, or capture him and glomp him for the rest of eternity." Fate said, shaking her head in shame. "So, if Willy was Miracle's father, something must have happened to break them up..."
"Right. Miracle didn't enjoy what Willy enjoyed. Miracle wanted people to love him, and Willy wanted to explore the world without boundaries. Miracle wanted friends, while Willy only wanted to make chocolate." Daze recalled, sighing heavily. "Willy hated family. Miracle NEEDED family. And that's where he lost a home."
"BACK!" Tikara screamed, flying back into the bar. Everything that went with her came back, slamming into the building and making it collapse. "TIKARA! WHOW THE HELL ARE YOU SO FAST!?" Fate asked, digging herself out of the rubble. "BECAUSE I CAN!" Tikara screamed, reforming the building with her pshycadelic powers. "You had chocolate, huh?" Daze asked, shaking her head. "...Mehba." Tikara replied, glomping Fate.
"My story doesn't matter at this point. Tikara would ruin it, in all likelihood..." Daze sighed, pulling Tikara off of Fate. "I'll explain more when I want to. Right now, we should try and go somewhere else. BEFORE The Author wakes up." Daze said, heading towards the door. Tikara and Fate followed, Tikara napping on Fate's head.
"Hey, Tikara. What did you find in Halloweentown?" Fate asked, poking Tikara on the head. "I found Miracle. He told me to look after you and stuff. He sounded sick or something, though..." Tikara sighed, looking up. "I think Miracle's too old. We need to find the fountain of youth or something for him." "The day we find that is the day his age affects him..." Fate replied, shrugging.
The three headed for the circle of trees, wondering exactly what would happen to them next. Unbeknownst to them, though, someone sinister was following. He stayed within a mile radius, but never let them see him. I ain't gonna say his name, but if any of you want any hints, here's one: Ass. WORST. HINT. EVAR.
