Without thought for the pellets that stopped their dance as he turned away, he scurried to the only other furniture in the room, negligently looking back to snap his fingers once sharply. Each bin rapidly filled with a small mound, the pellets arcing through the air as his magic commanded them to. Wary of running out of time, to becoming the wrong time, he hurried to channel the pellets into those bins lacking water. The time was almost right, and this was good. He paused to enjoy the feeling of the magic as it lifted and channelled the water from the large bucket into the bins. With a short step back, hand held out in careful concentration, he forced water from the bucket into every other bin until it was so full that surface tension was the only thing preventing the surplus from running across the floor. A burst of magic here or there, and each bin was immaculate, almost gleaming in the early morning light. As it gently descended to his level, he inspected each bin to be sure the stone was fully polished. With the floor cleaned, he moved over to stand under the rack of a dozen miniature bins, floating near the ceiling, and carefully cancelled the Hover Charms holding it up. He was all but unaware of how the magic made him more alive than he had been seconds before, the little hope nestled deep inside reaffirmed. This was good, this was right, and the thrumming pleasure of the magic brought a faint smile to his lips. Holding out one hand, he swept it in an arc, slowly purging the floor of detritus that had invariably accumulated from the inhabitants of the rafters since the last time the time had been right. He knew it was nearly time, and he knew it would be good, he just needed to get this done in time for the time to be right. He must do good, for in doing good, he pleased them, and in their pleasure, he was able to do that which he enjoyed, that which gave him value in life. Punishment was part of the Proper Order, for only punishment could make the bad good. Improper timing was bad, and bad meant punishment. Time was hard to keep track of, but he knew it was important to do everything properly. It was time, no, it was almost time, yes, it was almost time. Magic thrummed in his head as he surveyed the floor. Long years had driven that message in fully. Life was better than it had been years ago, but he knew there was little hope of release from the hand he had been given. It had been so long since he had known what it was like to be pain-free that he just accepted it as part and parcel of life. He must not disturb them, he told himself, ignoring the warble in his thoughts from pain as he moved. If you have a hard time reading all the way through a long chapter in one shot, take a break there and come back to the rest.Īll other A/N commentary is at the end, folks. Man this thumbnail's gonna make me act up.Due to the length of the chapter, I put a special marker of “ =” about half-way through. Its smug aura mocks me Comment by AmarithecatĪrt by Zotz on Artstation Comment by Motosierra Hand Hey could you put the FLP on a google drive? the website you chose to put it on is dangerous, and tried to install something malicious rather than the actual file. This the death by glamour remix of all times oh my god□ Comment by How are you not Comment by Y_F_MUS Why is the heart in the R not red Comment by GoldenAdrienīruh fnaf 1 phone guy?! Comment by mai "the animatronics here get a bit quirky" Comment by roseboil Wouldn't mind dieing by that Comment by Mr_xleb3 That mtt cover tho □❤️ Comment by Mr_xleb3 PHONE GUY WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE Comment by ⚛︎☾♢GUARDIAN♢☽⚛︎ JUST KIDDING, DON’T CARE! Comment by ⚛︎☾♢GUARDIAN♢☽⚛︎ The tumblr sexyrobot is ready Comment by acorn5687 Genre Mettaton Comment by Eddsbloxtale Noob’s backup account No, there's no such thing as an "It's Showtime" section being too long.
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