dear_mun | over his mun's excessive squeeing tonight ...

They never do.

[He runs his hand through the short hair on the back of his head. Did he really keep it that long? No wonder Charon kept bothering him to get a haircut.]

[[oh what

have a long stare

sorry Fakir's new and totally not used to this]]

Who are--?

[Fakir is only slightly more used to this. Wow this will get confusing fast.]

A possible future self, if not a likely one.

[And right after he says that, he thinks about how he would accept such a thing.]

I wouldn't believe me, either. The mundane just insisted on us meeting, and I don't plan on causing any identity crisis.

[This Fakir is slightly aggravated that his mun is so excited about this other Fakir's hair.]]

I hate this damn place. These muns won't leave us the hell alone.

It's almost as if they didn't learn anything.

[This Fakir glares a bit at his mun, who at least admits the hypocrisy of playing a character who spends their story arc fighting against the author. Or authors in this Fakir's case.]

Is your mundane looking at games? Apparently, mine can't put me in hers.

[[He's talking to himself he's talking to himself *he is talking to himself* damn d_m this is the worst.

He's got a headache.]]

You would think that they, of all people, would understand.

She's toying with the idea and won't make up her mind.

You should consider yourself lucky. Is there a reason why?

A couple of them. For one, the spot is already filled.

[Yes there's another Fakir can you believe that headache?]

For another, I am a....a variation, as my mundane insists on putting it. The things that have happened to me won't necessarily happen to you.

[So on the bright side, at least that Fakir is the original, as opposed to this Fakir.]

[[Oh jeez there's another Fakir out there. Probably even more than that.]]

Is this the only place you show up in, then?

For now, yes, though that is not the full extent of my mundane's meddling. She had a theory that...

Well, what do you know? About Drosselmeyer?

[[A theory? You have Fakir's full attention now. He crosses his arms.]]

I know as much as I need to.

That he continued to write our lives even after death. That his machine pressed on to manipulate us long after he lost his own hands.

[[That he's his ancestor.]]

I know that he failed to make us into another tragedy.

Okay.

She had a theory that was eventually put into writing about how Drosselmeyer came to write Prinz und Rabe. As Autor, or I guess the variation of Autor that exists the way I do, explained to me, it is a composite work based on other characters, other stories.

When Drosselmeyer's influence ended, those other works started shaping the world of the story.

So ... you're saying that our lives are based on other stories.

Not ours. It doesn't have much effect on Goldkrone.

[Just a big part of Fakir's life now.]

It did more to the story Siegfried and Rue live in. If-

[He hesitates. Should he say anything else? What would it change? And if it never happens to that Fakir, then it would be pointless. He just lets the word hang.]

[[Fakir's eyebrows furrow. If Mytho--Siegfried is involved in any way, even after their story was over, he HAS to know.]]

If what?

[He sighs through his nose.]

If you and Duck should get an invitation to their wedding, it would likely turn out better if you write down common fairy tale curses and their cures. Even if you think you know them.

[[That doesn't sound very comforting. But he knows of some--poisoned apples, pricks on the spindles, kisses of true love--and he'll keep this in mind.

Just in case.

Or maybe he'll just refrain from cutting his hair.]]

About how long has it been since the story ended?

Goldkrone's? I'm not even sure anymore. Long enough for more than one person to notice Duck wasn't getting older. For that matter, write a reminder about asking Duck what she wants.

It hasn't been too long since leaving the other, maybe a handful of months. I...I think the ballet division has finally accepted that I'm not coming back.

[[His jaw tightens, soaking in the information.

The wonders you'd come across when stumbling into a weird world like this. Maybe he has to thank his mun.]]

So. If my future ends up like this, then the stories haven't ended.

[[He looks up.]]

I don't need a reminder to ask what she wants.

Yes. Yes, you do. Because if you go into the story, it's too easy to forget. Stories are different when they're not in the real world.

[He sets his own jaw in a grimace.]

I wasn't ready for it. I let something else impose its will on us.

[[The thought of the two most important people to him once again controlled and manipulated ...

He thought it was all over.]]

Doesn't mean I'm gonna let the same thing happen.

What's wrong with the person-zura?

[[At this new arrival, Fakir's expression softens into one of soft surprise.]]

... Uzura?

... Don't worry about it. You've been safe, right?

Ohh... I don't get it, zura.

Uzura has been safe-zura! [ she punctuates this declaration with a few lively taps on her drum ]

Just ... frustrating muns.

[[He hopes Uzura's mun has been kind to her.

He reaches out and places a hand on her head, kneeling down to her height.]]

You'd disappeared. Ahiru and I were worried.

Uzura went along with Drosselmeyer-zura!! [ SAID SO CHEERFULLY, RAP TAP TAP HER DUM GOES ]

over his mun's excessive squeeing tonight ...

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I am soooo gonna read your fanfics now :3 <3

oh geez I hope you like them /)v(\

<3 :D I love the premise

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OMG UZURA <3

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