"One does not simply pour milk first then cereal."

- Your Dearest Heavenly Blessed Bill Cipher ; King of the Multiverse >:3

ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴏʀ 𝟻 sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs. ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ.

ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪʟᴋ?

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Osto sets her tender palm over the heavy door. Chunk! Her coal colored eyes shift to peak. A glint of violet shimmered in those hooded eyes when they saw the stone throne in the center of the colossal room. Her glossy lips curve when they spot the silhouette sitting on the captain's chair. The dim glacial blue light above flickers. The countess boldly stretches her arms out, "Modernity. Not a spec. This ship doesn't have an ounce of it and sadly neither does its infamous captain. Give him a slow round of applause."

The madame strolls to the middle of the room where the man of the night waited. She sways her hips side to side. Her boots softly click the red fur carpet leading to the throne. She let's out a sigh when she pinches her long black coat up by its sides. She climbs up four steps before hovering her foot over the last one, "So, about the liver-"

Click! Not moving from his spot, the shadow pulls out a dove grey revolver. He points the tip of the barrel to his temple gently.

"Shh~"

Osto's eyes hood. Her lips form a straight line now. Her sight is kept on the gun now presented. The captain's hand was wrapped in silky white tape. Most of the wrapping was terribly loose. His elbow completely drapes bandages from the arm of the chair to the floor.

"I'll shoot.", the silhouette's voice grows deep.

Osto smirks putting her foot down before the last step. She shrugs, "Either way I'd do it. If our rolls were rearranged no doubt. You're a disappointment."

The shadow's elbow raised. Now the weapon's tip fit perfectly over the man's bandaged temple. White tape draped like a waterfall down the steps.

"Mn."

"Took your liver he did again."

The man does nothing.

"Ah~ but it wasn't him was it?"

". . . ."

"Some of your men caught a glimpse at him. Now mind the glimpse part because I- no. You have a shitty army.", Osto smugly crosses her arms and leans her hips to the left.

"No power. No army. You've got a pinch of my ability, but you couldn't even take down the angsty monarch! I understand the tricker treater and the runaway rat, but seriously!?", the countess laughs. Her pupil dilating as she slaps her knee for effect.

"You do know how pathetic that is right? It's Ice Finn for crying out loud! He summon winter through his crown. The crown can't work because of the shield. I respect the Beast's spawn, he might've gotten a bit of combat practice with that butter knife of his, and I pity the poor soul who has to deal with the one eyed freak's pain tolerance. But Ice Finn?"

Her laughter echoes through the empty hallway outside where one pink haired teen listened closely by the door with her arms crossed. Osto chuckles,

"He even has lavishing hair."

". . . ."

"Not even that but the kid is weak. Sure he might've been a hero but that doesn't matter now. He has no experience recently in combat. He's a one-trick. The irony is impeccable."

(See what I did there >:3)

"Can't you kick him or something?", Osto proposed covering her mouth for a second to stop the laughter.

"Ah ah ah don't tell me. The other two have gone soft for him."

". . . ."

Osto suddenly burst into laughter, "Everyone has gone mad!"

"You really are a disappointment."

"Now you're just begging for it.", the man at the chair clicks down the hammer. Click!

Osto rolls her eyes, "You deserve no sympathy-"

"You believe because you were bestowed the power of gods that you will so come to no danger. My what a fairytale.", the man interrupts her.

"But I know something others overlook. That there's something wrong with your power. There's something wrong with you."

Osto's smug simper drops. Her lips part and her shoulders hop. The man at the chair stands up shadowing her petite frame, "I am not stupid."

"Sure.", Osto frowns.

"Leave.", the man wraps his finger around the trigger. It fits perfectly.

The madame's posture drops to a light swing on her hips as she crosses her arm and leans to one side. She taps her chin. Her eyes dim their usual shade of vibrant violet. Her eyebrows arc thoughtfully. Her sight wanders off to the vast horizon of thick grey clouds patching over like a blanket on the gloomy rich land below. The glass protected its toxicity from bringing the ship down. Toxic, Osto smirks slyly, The Unknown.

Deeply rooted in contrast with the Yin, yes this place is the Devil's garden. Her smile grows. She turns to the gun still pointed at the man's temple, Of course how would I not know if I was one of its inhabitants.

The woman shrugs her shoulders at the silly reminder. She then squints, I'll kill it's protector.

In order to do that, I must rid of the spawn.

Osto squints at the thought of her previous words. Ice Finn. . . .

"Soft underbelly.", Osto manages to smirk. A violet glint skates through her humorous gaze at he general.

"I'll walk you to the gallows.", Iron's low voice replies.

"Sheep.", Osto taunts, her smile grows dangerously long.

"Witch.", Iron sneers.

The woman stokes her arm. She digs her sharp nail in, ignoring the sting, "Do not mistake me for a filthy hag."

"You are what you take after for. Besides you've never even met them. You're like the thing behind a cookie jar in the cabinet, no one likes you.", Iron shrugs.

"I've met the Beast."

The man at the chair instantly stands and whips the gun's tip to the madame. A quick blur flashes by. The general stops himself from pulling the trigger when he quickly identifies the teen in front of him. The pink finger in front of him settles below the gun's tip, "Newsflash general. You will not be doing that."

A tall rosy skinned girl with rich chocolate eyes stares dead face at the bloodshot white eyed general. Her gorgeous long pink hair glows over her shoulders covering her back and chest. Her perfect face scowls. She points the gun's tip away then retreats her hand. The general's one eye glowed a pulsing white. Half his face was badly bandaged up along with his neck. He raises his chin as if taking the situation in. He then tilts the gun down. Bang!

. . . .

Thump!

"She just woke up.", Osto glares at Iron.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The witch's spine curls forward like a hurt centipede. Her palm slaps the nape of her neck and the other shivers above her popped left eye. Purging out of her, the vile stench surfaced from the hole in her esophagus. She made a choking noise before fully puking the crimson fluid. Her pretty lips were now stained sickly red. The paint spreads down her collarbone, eye, and stomach, "H-Hiuk. . . . ", she hiccups shivering, out of air. Her nostrils flare trying to swallow as much air possible. For air through the mouth is fatal. She bares her teeth though and tries to keep her head up looking straight at Iron with wide eyes. Her scowl deepens in grey. She wobbles left and right, her knees hunching inward to keep balance. After a few moments of hiccuping worthless phrases, her jaw contracts, and she builds up a dangerous simper. Her sick gargling was perceived as laughter. She points at the captain of the fleet and loudly addresses, "You. . . ."

Suddenly, her chest starts to hop. The brutal shivering trails to her lips shaking her. It's soon followed by her entire body. The madame croaks silent words. Iron watches attentively the silver bullets pouring out of the witch's body. The heavy seizure stops and the woman before him laughs louder. She pulls her head back. The blood on the floor starts to move. It expands, slithering in a line out of the sinful puddle. The damp painter's color riches the quicker it swims to her. It swims upward crawling up her boots. It dives up her thighs and makes a squirming noise before it stabs back into the bullet hole in her stomach. It fills back in the dead skin. The rest of the moving blood slithers up her chest and dives in her collarbone filling up the empty space. It climbs again up her chin, over her cheek, and down the curve. The wine red liquid covers half her pretty face. Finally, he eye swallows all of it creating a new iris and fixing the broken bone structure in her skull with a harsh crack! Osto wobbles a bit now. She swings lazily to the left then drifts to the right. She does this a few times. Left. Right. Left. Right. Then she stops when the earthquake in her head goes silent, "You. . . ."

Without warning, she thrust her arm out splitting almost her hand wide open. Iron ticks his head back unfazed. The large window behind serving as an exclusive exhibit of the treacherous land below, shatters. The ferocious breeze waits no time to be sucked in. Iron's bandages wave in the wind. The trail of light in his eyes wavers. He boredly casts aside a sigh, "I wasted a good chamber on that."

Iron clicks the button on the side and hits his wrist on the burnt chamber. Black burnt bullets rain down the stairs.

". . . . are stupid.", finishes Osto shaking her head with a deep frown, "So what did you find out?"

"That pain is still a thing to you despite that gift.", Iron answers.

"And did that suit your hollow tummy?"

"I'm still hungry.", Iron admits walking down the stairs trailing the white tapes behind him, "Take care of that.", he points at the fallen princess.

"Take her to the tube again she'll be back in a few hours. These interruptions will happen frequently. So pay no heed to her outburst, a bullet in the head should do it.", the general list sauntering past the madame. He continues to walk until he's out the door.

Osto glares at the door then looks down at the pet, "You and I both have a lot in common. We both desire to be in control."

She yanks the pink haired girl by her hair up. The limp body sways still then it collapses on the floor again in a heap. The witch rolls her luminous purple eyes and grabs a bit of the teen's precious hair. Osto marches dragging the girl behind her easily. She looks down at her, "No matter the cost."

"And therefore the people that know that should be gone, right?"

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In the Unknown. . .

🥀.

"Psst!"

. . . .

"Psst!"

. . . .

"Popsicle!"

. . . .

"Eyoo!"

. . . .

"Eyo idiot get up!" Smack!

"Ow!"

Coming from the peaceful honey daze, goldilocks flutters his lashes and awakes. He dismisses the stray of golden fleece poking out of his hoodie with the back of his sore hand. He cranes his head back and arcs, but something on top of him stops him from stretching. His pure blue eyes meet the luminous yellow. The smiling demon is straddling him. Finn groans throwing his head back, "G-Get off."

"No. Looky what I found!", Bill exclaims clearly exited. He slips his hand in his nude dressing gown and pulls out from his chest a baked potatoe. He hovers it above Finn's nose. The prince, still dazed, just squints at it. The demon then proceeds to drop the vegetable on the blonde's face. Finn flinches at the rough touch, "Guess what it is!", Bill yells.

"I-I-Idiot there are-are people sl-sl-sl-sleeping.", Finn shushes a scold at the brunette. He frowns turning on either sides of the bed, "Wa-Where's Wirt?"

"Guess what it is!", Bill picks up the potatoe from Finn's neck and hovers it above the blonde's porcelain rosy nose again. When he drops it, the frail nose scrunched up,

"B-B-Bill, where's W-Wirt?", Finn raises his voice.

"Tis' fine, the oaf's hanging around somewhere.", the demon shrugs rolling his radiant yellow eyes, " I don't know- just guess Popscicle!"

His perfect smug tugs up. He picks up the potatoe again and repeats his previous actions. He picks it up. Then drops it carelessly on the blonde's nose.

"This-This is a stupid joke. I hope you-you mean that well. ", Finn frowns.

"Eh, one can never truly know anymore. Hm. . . .", Bill shrugs sheepishly before picking up the potatoe again, ". . . . but it seems like your not catching the joke quite well. "

Bill ticks his head to the side and drops the potatoe on the younger boy's face. Finn 's eyes widen, "B-Bill, did you string him up?!"

"No.", Bill disappointly ticks his head to the other side with a pout. His signature smile then flashes, " But wouldn't it be funny if I did? "

"G-Get off of me B-Bill.", Finn groans. He curls up quick and reaches for the demon's face. In quick action, the smirking waiter catches his wrist and slams it pair with the blonde's other on the bed. He pins his arms over his head. Finn grits his teeth. Bill ticks his head to the side and chuckles. He holds the prince's wrist in one strong grip while in the other he carefully picks up the vegetable from the crook of the smaller's head and holds it up. He drops ot on Finn's face causing him to wince.

"L-Let go you-you stupid-"

"Guess!", Bill excitedly exclaims. Finn shushed him,

"Sh-Sh-Shut up! Do you wanna wake pop-up the whole realm?!"

"Personally I think it needs a wake up call for once, but that ain't matter does it? Just guess!"

"B-Bill!"

"GUESS POPSCICLE!"

"SH-SH-SHUT UP!"

"GUESS!", Bill picks up the potatoe and licks it.

"B-Bill!", Finn glares.

"Not the answer I want to hear Finny goose.", Bill sighs. He slowly runs the vegetable over Finn's forehead.

"Alright-Alright it's a-a-a potatoe! What about it-it?!", the prince gives in.

"Gingers"

"Wha-?"

"Famine."

"E-E-Excuse me?"

"You wouldn't get it.", Bill let's the potatoe roll off Finn's head and bites his own finger.

"Where is-is W-Wirt?", Finn firmly says. With a harsh yank he breaks free from Bill and grabs the potatoe. He chunks it across the room.

Bill sets his hand on Finn's shoulders, his head bobbles with each 'ha ha'. He looks at the sky with wide eyes, "Guess where I found it~"

"You-You moron.", Finn spits. He rests his hands on the demon's shoulders, "S-S-Stop goofing around!"

"You sound stupid.", Bill spits back. His eyes glow a radiant yellow when he tips his head down.

"N-N-No I don't-"

"Ya know where I found it?"

"B-Bi-"

"In a pantry!", Bill cackles grabbing Finn's collar. He slams the teen on the bed then pulls him up then back down again. His mouth hinges dangling like a puppet's triangle spout.

"I get the punchline. Now shut it.", a long barefoot suddenly swings around like a hook firmly on Bill's hip. Like a cane from a game show, the waiter is then pulled off of Finn. Bill holds his stomach as he falls beside the grumpy gnome's back covered in sheets.

"Ha ha ha!" , he laughs, "G r a s s."

"Aye Wirt, wanna eat some g r a s s? A ha ha ha!"

"I am astonished about how these kids sleep.", Wirt grits between his teeth. He holds in a large dam with his tounge to seal the shake of his throat.

"W-Wirt!", the ice prince's icy glare softens. He sits right up.

"Aye Wirt, do ya need an angle to sleep with? Ha ha, with those horns. If so, I am the right angle for you.", Bill burst in laughter.

"That was a poor attempt.", Wirt's jaw tightens.

"Ha ha ha! We can spoon each other!" Bill holds his stomach.

"W-Wirt is something wrong?"

"I'm tired."

"Aren't we all~", Bill smiles sitting up.

"R-Really Bi-Bill? It-It didn't seem like it.", Finn ques in looking skeptical at his partner. Bill shrugs,

"I am a demon of great abilities not a feminine rag like you."

"The-The hell? I'm-I'm not a rag you stupid clown!", Finn swats the back of the demon's head. Bill flinches at the act. He counters with a quick smack on Finn's forehead.

"Hush princess."

"Like hell-hell I am-am!"

"Ayo goldilocks they're calling for their wig back!", Bill hollars.

"You-You're just jealous of-of my hair!", Finn accuses standing up on the creaking bed. He points at Bill.

"Wow now how immature could I be if that were true.", the demon chuckles pulling one of Finn's ankles. The prince falls on the soft cushion. Though he does it doesn't hide the fact that he was denying all the waiter's words.