Owls and a Fool part 10

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #846, #851, #852, #853, #857
part 1: h ttps://pastebin.com/g2AsxTm8
part 2: h ttps://pastebin.com/HpRT419x
part 3: h ttps://pastebin.com/4wHMMaVy
part 4: h ttps://pastebin.com/y785eyk8
part 5: h ttps://pastebin.com/9U41gtFJ
part 6: h ttps://pastebin.com/mdHimMUB
part 7: h ttps://pastebin.com/u5Ai5xQw
part 8: h ttps://pastebin.com/NuJKSai2
part 9: h ttps://pastebin.com/8vMNzJk2
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Owls and a Fool Chapter II Part II

>Octavia and Anon let each other go with an overwhelming sensation of content, as if nothing could ruin their day
>Maybe Stella’s rants about Anon’s injuries could though
>”Uh, Ock?”
>Octavia tilts her head in anticipation for the question
>”Hm?”
>A new voice interrupts before Anon could finish
>”We’re here, your highness.”
>One day without this highness shit would be cool
>A look out the limo tells Anon they’ve arrived at Stylish Occult, and finishes asking Octavia his question
>”Can you make these go away somehow? I can’t have mom giving me a presentation on why I’m a reckless imbecile.”
>”Hmm, I’ve got an idea.”
>A sht eating grin slowly forms across her beak
>”You won’t like it, though.”
>5 minutes of futile resistance later, inside
>”Ow, OW! Quit it!”
>”Hold still, dckhead. I can’t get these wounds to fade with you squirming.”
>Octavia is putting makeup on Anon in the back room with a smile, freshening him up
>He seems insistent on making it stupidly difficult
>”Ugh, I’ll try. No promises.”
>After some time the session didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore, it was actually pretty comforting
>The soft brushes across Anon’s skin were almost hypnotic
>It was even distracting him from Fk You Dad’s tinnitus-inducing sound coming from Octavia’s phone
>She dips a new tool into the kit, and holds it out to Anon
>”Eyeliner?”
>A simple deadpan from the sinner
>”Seriously?”
>”Yes or No?”
>”FFFFFine.”
>The cold material causes Anon to nearly jolt, but gets used to it quick
>”So, are all makeup artists’ music tastes bad, or is it just yours?”
>Anon’s grin quickly falters with a backhand to the head
>”Ow!”
>Octavia’s response is an amused eye-roll with a smile
>”Shush.”
>You know what?
>This whole ‘doing things with your sister’ stuff isn’t too bad after all
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Owls and a Fool Chapter II Part III

>The cool eyeliner continues stroking the tips of Anon’s eyelids
>He’ll probably come out looking like a regular customer of one of those edgy human world clothing shops
>But it didn’t matter
>Because the smile that Octavia was showing was worth the entire nine circles to him
>Just seeing her genuinely happy for once gave him peace
>His plan to fix the family was finally moving forward
>”Done!”
>Octavia moves out of the way as to let Anon stand up
>A glance in the mirror confirms Anon’s fears of an emo appearance
>”Look at you! You don’t look like a hobo out of Imp City anymore!”
>Look everyone, it’s the queen of comedy
>”Ha ha. Let’s go find something for you.”
>Both siblings walk out of the back room giddy with joy
>”Speaking of which, did you know that while Imps are 13% of the population-”
>Anon tunes her out, but is happy she’s talking to him regardless
>One showcase catches his eye
>A black Hellhound with abnormally large teeth with an enraged expression stared back into him
>”Hey Ock, check this out!”
>Octavia looks up to the intimidating figure with fear, then intrigue, then arousal, then back to intrigue all in the space of 2 seconds
>Her eyes seemed to sparkle with amazement if you looked close enough
>”Cool.”
>”Want this one?”
>”YES.”
>They walk up to the cashier and place the order
>”That’ll be 1665 souls, sir.”
>Oh.
>Anon was going to get new factory windshields for his car with that money
>But when you want to make your family happy, sometimes you gotta go the extra mile for it
>Just before Anon can fetch for his wallet, Stolas seems to appear out of thin air from behind and slams a stack of bills on the desk
>”You may keep the change.”
>The cashier shows both fear and gratitude at his presence with a bow
>”O-oh! Thank you so much, your highness!”
>Heh
>Love you, dad
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https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLxDIOvrHNsjQd6yWUihwDvEFG4FmHb6Tw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI7bfO9eZuE

Alright nerds, Owls and a Fool has a Spotify playlist. Don't know why I made it, just thought it would be convenient I guess.
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Owls and a Fool Chapter II Part IV

>Stolas gestures the siblings as he walks out without a word
>What did Anon do to deserve him
>”Well, duty calls you two. Let’s be on our way!”
>Anon carries the surprisingly light showcase and follows Octavia out of the store
>But not before a resonating voice calls to him from behind
>”You!”
>Anon jolts and turns behind him looking for the source of the shout
>But no one was there
>Not even the cashier
>A sudden wave of tension and doom begins to show itself
>Anon’s vision fills itself with vignette
>Various figures turn their head directly towards him, gravely slow
>They all looked at him as if to blame him for a cardinal crime
>He glances down to the figure in his hands
>It shows no visible change
>A look back up
>It’s the same
>A look down
>It’s the same-
>The eyes move with a snap, glaring directly into Anon’s
>”STOP!”
>Anon screams as he jumps back, bumping into Octavia while hyperventilating
>Refocusing his vision, he can see everything has returned to normal
>Octavia and Stolas also hold expressions of dread
>Did they see the same thing?
>Anon nearly faints but is caught by Octavia who supports him back to the limo silently
>Stolas walks over to Octavia with terror in his eyes as he struggles to breathe himself
>He whispers in her ear, voice shaky with uncertainty
>”We… need to talk when we get home, starfire.”
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Owls and a Fool Chapter II Part V

>Anon’s eyeliner has begun to smear from the panic attack
>Now all that fills his poor mind is guilt
>Whatever the hell happened to him must’ve scared the other two to death
>It felt like some sort of force was making him see that
>Looking to his left, Anon sees a dejected Octavia staring into the floor
>Both her and Stolas are dead silent
>Look at yourself, Anon. Right when you were starting to build the house of cards, it falls over after the first layer
>Nice going
>A notification from Anon’s hellphone interrupts his downward spiral
>It was from Moxxie?
>’Greetings, Anon! I found this song during one of our missions in the living world. I listened to it and absolutely adored it, so I wanted to send it to you to listen to!’
>’Only if you want to, of course’
>Below his text was a song called ‘American Pie’ by Don McLean
>How can someone be socially timid over text?
>He’ll save this for later
>20 minutes later, Anon had excused himself to his room full of awkward anxiety
>He’ll have to put the eyeliner back on for Ock to at least let her know he enjoyed his time with her today
>But for now, Anon shall rest
>Keep his mind distracted for a while
>Now, about that song Moxxie sent him
>Anon places in his earbuds and taps the play button, not sure of what to expect
>’A long, long time ago…’
>Oh hell yeah, this bops
>The way the piano transitioned, how the singer had used a perfect falsetto
>It was wonderful
>Then the second verse started
>”Sounds like Moxxie has good music taste.”
>”Unlike the vast majority of imps, haha.”
>Anon chuckles at his own shitty joke, hoping to cheer himself up a little more
>The song had calmed Anon enough to make him tired
>”Some rest would be good, especially if I want to .”
>Anon lies down and falls into a deep slumber, hoping to prepare for the uncertainty ahead