A Truly Perfect Stranger part 2

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel General #906, #914
part 1: h ttps://pastebin.com/7JVRjH0q
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Have part of the Stolas thing feel free to be brutal I want ideas on how to improve and what to leave out.
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Truly Perfect Stranger part 2 is here in this entirety posting it in the new thread because it’s a long one. I’ve also been working on chapter 3.

>You stir lazily in bed, you can feel your arms latched onto something. With a yawn you open your eyes, four eyelids open. Oh....are you still dreaming?
>You look down and see the white bird from your dream snuggled up to the small feather tuft on your chest.
>Man, she actually looks peaceful like this. Kinda cute if your being truthful. Once more you slowly rub her back, causing her stir in her slumber.

>Her red eyes slowly open themselves, momentarily she seems confused as she removes her head from your chest.
>Red eyes glance down at your arms, her beak mouth thing is slightly agape. “That wasn’t a dream?” Stella asked seemingly to the world as she stared at the man in her bed.

>“Guess not.” You agree kinda confused about how you can wake up inside a dream. Maybe this was like that one Hollywood movie with the spinning top.
Stella sighed, “Did you mean what you said Stolas? About repairing our family?”
>You nod vaguely remembering last night. “I also promised to make pancakes.”
>The princess unhooked your arms from around her, an action you did not fight, she did not look fun to argue with. Throwing the covers off herself you watch she rises from the bed, huh, tail feathers.

>Wait did you have those too? As the white heir began the process of getting dressed, you began your task for the morning, which is apparently learning to walk again.
>However this time your mind would be focused, unclouded by the fact that your a weird avian mutant.
>The mind is a palace and yours is fortified with metal wrapped concrete blocks of bravery! Yeah you could do this!
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>Slowly, and carefully this time you attempted to keep your balance, sht where were your knees? Talons shake as you hold both your arms out in an attempt to balance yourself. Your standing, your a f-king legend a force of nature, a bird! Soaring throughout-

>“Stolas why are reciting poetry to yourself?” Stella asked now fully dressed In a regal looking white gown and dawning a crown.
>Oh you must have hyped yourself outloud. But she ain’t gonna keep your high down.
>“I’m a f-king powerhouse. I stood up.” You say with a proud smile.
>Stella’s face doesn’t move but you could feel the temperature in the room rise.
>“Yes, congratulations on doing a basic function, I’m sure that’s a huge achievement for you.” The oh so cruel princess said dismissively as she made her way out of the bedroom.

>Pride....shattered... as a broken and hurt man you put one talon in front of the other. Just like that Christmas move song, but more avian. And soon enough you were out the door. You have finally mastered walking, it was hard walking on claws. And now to the kitche-

>Holy balls this place is huge. You stare in awe at the seemingly infinitely stretching lavender walls. >You catch a glance of something making a turn in the hall. Power walking it is then, and within a few close calls of eating carpet you made it.
>The kitchen and your wife.
>Why is she a different color? You look down at some lanky beanie wearing bird as they open the regular looking fridge for snacks, or breakfast. >However they are banging their head and moving their body, they might be having a seizure.
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>“You okay? Do you need a hospital?” You ask as the bird does a weird janky movements with her wrist as if she is bashing something. Maybe she was listening to music, wait do birds have ears? >You shiver at that thought of forbidden knowledge.
>“Did you see a white bird walk through here!” You ask with a raised voice.
>”You mean mom?” The Mp3 being asked unfazed by your mere vocal cords attempts at noise, compared to her deafening music.
>You nod vigorously with a goofy smile plastered on your beak.
“Probably.” And with that they go back to their music, informative.
You shrug as you turn tail and walk towards the cabinets, it’s pancake time.
>“I’m making pancakes, if you want any say something.” With a smile you look back to see her silently vibing. Guess she wasn’t a fan.

*One Painful Hour later.*

>A towel is used as a makeshift handkerchief as you wipe your face of excess pastry. Well, that was a lot harder than it should have been, at first you were singing as you were cooking like any normal person would and the next your pan melted in your hand.
>And then the flour brutality burst open. All of the bags of flour in the kitchen, which for some reason you had excess amounts of.
>You scan over the mess of filthy pots and pans, and the bird who is currently using the table as makeshift cover, which seemed to be a good idea since it was absolutely covered in white powder and egg batter.
>Yeah that was weird, but this a dream, a layered dream, and sht happens in dreams that make no sense.
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>Beanie girl peeked the corner to see your gleeful face holding a large stack of buttermilk pancakes that you had managed to salvage from the carnage that had occurred.
>And with that you scamper off in an attempt to locate the white avian.

>Octavia could only think of a few choice words in the aftermath of her survival. “What the f-k?” The young heir mumbled to herself as she fully took in the now mostly white room. Her father just, went apesht with his arcane mastery.
>He’d never done anything like this before, hell all she’d seen him use it for is flirting with that f-king imp. But using levitation to get more flour? Melting the pot with fire?
>Nailing the help unconscious with bags of pancake mix? This was too f-king weird, even for him.
>“What’s gotten into you?” Octavia wondered as a nearby imp groaned in pain after being nailed in the throat by a yellow package of mix.

>You are lost, then again isn’t everyone? No that’s the same damn chair, where are you? Taking a bite from the butter hoard of cake in pan form you wander aimlessly throughout the labyrinth of a mansion.
>However just as you turn what is likely the same hallway, you hear something that sounds like very disgruntled talking. Ah, must be her. With a heel turn or would it be talon turn? You Casually walk into...holy sht.
>Some odd mass of rings stood below a massive ceiling plastered with some sort of masterpiece depicting birds and....devils?

>Staring at the ceiling with fork in beak you don’t notice yourself approaching the oversized dining table where a certain bird was eating alone. Bird feet intimately meets table leg.
>Both pairs of eyes open wide as you silently process the pain. Like an being who has processed such immense pain you do the only action known to,you.
>“Dang, I hurt myself.” You lament as your talon silent throbs, You don’t like raising your voice.
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>”Stolas why aren’t wearing a shirt?” Wife Bird asks her eyes showing immense disappointment at your mere presence.
>Oh yeah, your shirtless.
>“Forgot.” With a smile you push the plate of yellow buttermilk goodness to your wife.
“Pancakes?” You ask.

>“I’m not in the mood, but offering me anything besides scorn for once is nice change of pace.” >She mumbles through a mouthful of steak. You stubbed your bird legs for those...With a let down sigh you take a seat facing her Why was this table so long
>But more importantly why is she so hostile to you?
>You frown “What did I do?” Stella stopes eating her steak, crimson eyes slowly rising to meet your confused gaze from the seat next to her

>“Your f-king joking right?” Then princess ground out. You shake your head.
>Two claws slam against the table jostling the gold plated silverware. You’re taken aback.
>“You have the utter audacity to proclaim that you don’t f-king know!” She yelled pushing her body forward causing you to slink back in your seat.
>“Cheating on me to my face with a f-king imp! >Bragging about how great his dck is, and how he loves you more than me!” Stella pushes her face against yours.
>“I had your f-king daughter you ingrate I loved you and you treat me like like some cheap whre!” >Livid eyes stare into your scared soul.
>“You ruined our family for a f-king ftish! You turned the goetia name into a laughing stock! >Everything terrible that has every happened to our family is always your fault! Don’t ask me what you did wrong!” Stella screeched at you ringing your ears.
>“Your Stolas the eternal f-k up! Destroyer of families, congratulations!” With that also rant, the princess falls back in her seat
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>You have fallen so far down your chair you are practically under the table. Well, your not sure how to process this.
>Slowly you sit back up. You cheated with someone on your wife? And you bragged about it? No wonder she’s this angry at you. How is she still your wife after all that?
>Nothing can be said after that, how could you apologize for that? You look up to see her pick at her half eaten meal her eyes showing a hint of sadness, maybe she does still love you, or something.
>It’s odd for some reason you want to fix this, this stranger you just met. By being her husband, or maybe just a good friend.

>“Your right.”
>Stella looks up at you with tired eyes.
>“I didn’t think about what I did, I should have but >I didn’t, and now you are suffering because of it.” >You stare at her sorrowful eyes with your own.
>“I broke your heart, and I don’t know if I deserve a second chance, but I’m gonna try to fix this anyway.” Putting a claw near her hand you smile wearily.
>“Tell me what I need to do. I didn’t listen before but I will now.” Stella stares at you her face unreadable.
>“Hell I don’t even remember that imps name.” >You say honestly. You had no idea what an imp was.
>Yes, you only knew.....sht you didn’t know her name. Uh, quick think of something she waiting for something emotional to wrap up this speech!
>Remembering Doctor Phil the greatest scholar of your generation you knew what to say.
>“Let’s try this from the beginning, I’m Stolas, apparently, what’s your name.”
>Stella scoffs “Is this really what your gonna try?”
>You just continue to stare at her, with a sigh she relents.
>“I’m Stella, be sure to treat me right.” And with that you and Stella held hands, claws? Two clapsy-claspys stuck together.
>It wasn’t much but it was a start. You were gonna find a way to make this weird bird dream work in your favor. You’d stumble and likely mess up but you’ll make it better somehow.
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Holy sht that was lot to paste, sorry it took so long and for taking up so much space. Anyway next chapter will have Blitzo and the Imp butler going to war. This might be a bit much to ask but do you guys have ideas for what to do for future chapters? Please tell me what sucks and what to improve on to not suck.
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Nice story so far anon; personally I'm curious as to what this means for IMP in general, considering "Stolas" isn't really going to trade the book for Sx anymore
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The situation can go one of a dozen different ways.

Considering the book is in the possession of Blitzo, one likely possibility is that Blitzo shows up for their monthly conjugal, but Sto-non, not wanting to cheat on his "wife" anymore, will send him away but allow him to retain the usage of the book to avoid any conflict between IMP and his family.

The big long term issue is that Sto-non has no idea how to live Stolas's life. In-between his 'Harvest Festival' obligations and who knows what royal obligations he has that he won't know to fulfil. Its going to be a major issue and if he is forced to admit he is not really Stolas, that will become a shtshow.

Sto-non can only hope that this affair is a short term thing, or that he finds a way to contact the original Stolas, who is 50/50 in control of anon's body and likely stuck in a Hospital bed being unhappy he's a Human with catheters and tubing's stuck inside of him.
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My current plan is for stolanon to accidentally turn Blitzo to stone as he tries to get Blitzo to tell him more about his apparent book. The Butler imp informs him of an upcoming ball that he needs to attend, with his grimore. Stolanon has no idea where it is or where IMP is, not wanting to tell his wife about he asks Octavia for help resulting in the two of them lugging around a stone Blitzo as they try to brainstorm a way to turn him back so he can tell them where his business is. Two rich powerful birds in the land of the imps.
It snowballs in an “it’s always sunny” type way. In sort it will be way more fun and bonding than loo-loo land ever was.
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Also Blitzo will hold a grudge likely after losing his book and the terrifying experience of being turned to stone. And of course Stolanon will need tos tumble his waythough accusations of him fking an imp. There’s so much to write for this story, man I think this is the most exciting I’ve been for writing a story. I’m smiling just thinking about the hilarious antics.
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this is hilarious and cute and i want more and wonder if we are still doing that voting stuff if you need prompts or ideas?
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hmmm should we try and do a day in the life of stolas and make people question our sanity as we make a owl pun before moving around like a newborn or a puppet being janked on its string while we figure out we can twist out neck like a owl and later look in a mirror and notice our first pair of eyes look like its own face with our second pair of eyes and beak look like a owl head inside the mouth of another owl and just absolutely loose our sides over it scaring the imp help