Owls and a Fool part 14

/hhg/ Helluva Hotel General #921, #922, #935, #938, #951
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Owls and a Fool Chapter III Part IV

>After cutting out the entire left socket, Octavia yanks it out of the corpse
>Anon’s left eye loses and regains vision at an alarming rate
>Agony
>That’s the only way this pain could be described
>Yet he couldn’t scream
>Octavia threatens to pull Anon’s arm out of his socket as he’s brought to the table
>”I wanted you to have the FIRST slice!”
>Out of everything happening, nothing was more out of place than Octavia’s animation in her voice
>Monotonous melancholy was essentially part of her core, wasn’t it?
>She didn’t even act like this when being sarcastic
>Staring at the slice of the head, Anon freezes with dread as his own eye stares back
>It’s like all of those other f-king stares
>Judging
>Contempt
>Disgust
>Every f-king time, it managed to make him quiver inside
>He’s always despised any sort of unexpected attention, especially physical
>A nip to the ear causes Anon to jolt
>Octavia is giving an almost sultry smile
>”Tryyyy iiiit~”
>Much to Anon’s dismay, Octavia was now lightly brushing her finger across his body with a soft growl
>It was f-king wrong, she’s his sister
>...Yeah, f-k this!
>”STOP IT!”
>Anon shoots up and shoves Octavia to the side, no longer believing this was his house, nor was the thing in front of her his sister
>But then, there were the tears
>The kind he’s always hated to see
>Because it told him he failed, every time
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Owls and a Fool Chapter III Part V

>It wasn’t just any sort of failure
>It was the feeling of your entire world crashing around you because you just couldn’t do it
>’You had one job’ they’d say
>From there, you would have no reason to live
>This was what encapsulated Anon’s mind
>He wanted to tear everything in his sight to shreds, but he couldn’t bring himself to move
>There was too much doubt and self-loathing within himself
>”...I knew it-”
>The fake resemblance of his sister is cut off by a crack in her voice
>A new anger overtakes her
>”Whenever you feel like I’m too close you just push me away!”
>”All of you do!”
>”Is it because you’re scared of intimacy? Of failing your oh so SIMPLE task of keeping your family healthy? Are you so much of a coward that you can’t even trust yourself to approach or try to help?”
>THAT struck a nerve
>Oh, how he wanted to slam this imposter into the wall without any mercy
>Yet not only could he still not move
>He knew she was right
>Only when he acknowledged this and let go of his anger could he feel his body
>’...Help her, God damn it.’
>Step by step, Anon approached what was essentially the reflection of his fear of failure
>It all centered around her
>The sister he’ll gladly die for
>He was going to help, no matter what happens to him in the process
>Ignoring the knife still clutched in Octavia’s hand, he simply wraps his arms around her
>He couldn’t feel every part of her body
>”I love you, Ock. I’m willing to do anything for my family.”
>Time seems to slow to a crawl once again
>”Y-”
>”Ock, you can tell me anything, you know.”
>”...You’re weak.”
>What?
>You don’t really notice the pain of a kitchen knife shoved into your abdomen until a few seconds after, huh?
>”You ought to be more careful. You could end up being your own cause of death that way.”
>Anon notices a floaty sense through the nausea-inducing wound
>Oh, f-k
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Owls and a Fool Chapter III Part VI

>The world becomes a blur as Anon is launched out of his space at an incalculable speed
>As soon as it came, the launch turns into a nasty halt as he tumbles across the floor, surely giving him bruises from the impact
>”Ugh…”
>The first thing Anon notices when he opens his eyes is the nigh-zero visibility thanks to an ominous fog clouding up the valley
>The next thing were the sirens
>Followed by helicopters, radio chatter, and an immense wave of heat
>He could see a silhouette of someone begin to appear, showing it facing away from Anon
>”Hey.”
>It still stood there, soullessly, yet it responded
>”Hello.”
>A few seconds is all it takes for the details to come to
>The seraphim pistol hanging simply from his fingertips
>The nearly all black clothing, striking with a duster and a refined cowboy hat
>The dress pants and shoes blending in perfectly
>To top it off, droplets of blood on it all
>And then the mist flies away…
>To show the two of them on top of some sort of royal building
>Wasn’t this Beelzebub’s?!
>So many things were on fire, it was sheer chaos
>The what-would-be green sky of Gluttony was a complete red, with the sun emitting an apocalyptic white and red aura
>Anon, talk!
>”Hey- please. Say something.”
>”Talk to me.”
>The wind blows harshly against it’s clothes, unphased by it’s selves words
>Only then did Anon realize this was himself
>The sound of a bass rises as circles form in Anon’s vision, closing in on his counterpart
>”Embrace yourself.”
>It’s body turns in a blur, only giving Anon a split second to see the weapon shooting into him with a flash
>”F-K!”
>The flash recedes to show his room, with his body untouched
>Whatever was going on... he didn’t like it one bit

And that's Chapter III for you all. Sorry it was so short.
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>And that's Chapter III for you all. Sorry it was so short.

it's cool, I like it dude.
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And here's the AO3 page.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33755578/chapters/87643420
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thanks pal
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Owls and a Fool Chapter IV Part I

>The gusts of wind did nothing to help the shivers
>The sun gave off… no warmth
>You really only understand the freezing cold of high altitude after you’re up there
>Here is Anon, gazing down a far view of Pentagram City from the very top of Goetia Manor
>The balcony was starting to get old
>And so was everything, really
>It had been a week since his nightmare, and since then he’d only give short phrases to his family as they passed by
>No emotion lied in anything
>It was all blocked by the confusion and apathy that plagued Anon’s mind
>There had been no point in his life where he’s felt more disconnect than now
>Too much fog made itself at home in his head
>There it was again, that reeling rage and hollow emptiness
>So much of it that his vision was altered, shaky
>It made him want to slam some worthless f-k’s head into a table, or shoot whichever as shole could be using a certain spider he knows
>Yet he couldn’t bring himself down to their level
>He never could
>A sudden thought intrudes Anon’s head, reminding him that he does in fact have someone to talk to
>Not like it would be helpful to talk to the family anyway
>He didn’t have to scroll far down his contacts list
>Lord knows he was not the social type, lest the likeable one
>One name under ‘M’
>Moxxie
>It’s possible he might not have anything valuable to say
>But it wouldn’t hurt to try
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Owls and a Fool Chapter IV Part II

>Tap tap
>The hellphone lets out a shriek as it dials Anon’s odd acquaintance
>Every passing second left the hollow emotionlessness to grow
>Just when Anon was about to hang up, the line connects
>”Immediate Murder Professionals, this is Moxxie.”
>Oh, now what?
>He hadn’t exactly prepared a speech for him
>”Moxxie? Uh, hey. It’s Anon.”
>Even that alone made him want to curl into a ball and die
>”OH! Um- I-I wasn’t expecting you to call this early, your- Anon.”
>Satan, please no more reminding him of his status in the hierarchy
>”W-what can I do for you?”
>Pouring out your problems to someone you just met?
>What a dckhead move
>”Just, stay here for a minute, okay?”
>”...Okay.”
>It’s all beginning to come down
>If there was only one person to trust on this, then so be it
>The stress from failing to help his sister, the replaying memories of his parents fighting day and night
>The addictions, the absurd horrible society
>It was now too much
>”I-”
>Anon chokes on his own words, eyes throbbing in pain from trying to hold tears
>If there’s one person he so desperately wanted to apologize to
>It was Ock, his wonderful sister who he wouldn’t trade the Nine Circles for
>He was doing this despite his knowledge of her chronic depression
>And he didn’t care enough to stop
>Anon’s mind flashes with memories of Octavia looking at him with her rare genuine smiles
>It’s too much
>”Hello?”
>”Moxxie, I’m calling to say goodbye.”
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Owls and a Fool Chapter IV Part III

>”...What?”
>”Listen, I uh…”
>Come on, Anon. You’re pathetic
>Can’t even leave without properly explaining why?
>SPEAK YOU WASTE OF HELLISH AIR
>”...I can’t do-”
>A whoosh hits Anon’s back, a gust of wind prompts him to look down to the city again
>Yet, despite none of the view changing, it was as if he was seeing a whole new world
>Now, the colors seemed to pop into a wave of beauty
>A continuous breeze greets Anon again, prompting his jacket to dance with the wind’s motion
>As well as a single sheet of paper, with indiscernible words making up the lines that will never be read as it flies into the sky with the freedom of a bird
>The evening rays pierce through the skyscrapers from the pentagram sun hiding behind them
>These rays now held their own welcome warmth
>As Anon notices the cars following their routine, an incredibly powerful burst of clarity freezes him in place
>Those were all other denizens of hell
>The same ones who hold the harsh pains of life, personal struggles trying to hold them back from discovering their purpose
>Desperately searching through the endless labyrinth of their own mind to find out who they truly are
>These people…
>Really weren’t so different
>And among those people were the few who want only the best for others, just like him
>As with Octavia, they were… worth protecting
>Is this what an epiphany feels like?
>Not just an epiphany, but also…
>A calling
>”Talk to me when you can, Anon.”
>A worried Moxxie breaks the silence with an uncharacteristic flawless sentence
>How much time has passed?
>Suddenly, he remembers what he wanted to do with him earlier at Loo Loo Land
>To shoot in his home range with what hopefully will be his first real friend
>Anon speaks up, with a rare true smile
>”Mox?”
>”Can you be over in thirty? I have something I wanted to show you.”