Reflections of the Past | Ghost and Pals fanfic

24# Don't Lose Your Head

The cold metal chains around her slim wrists tightened as she was sitting, the blood-smeared floor sticking to her legs. Her eyes started getting used to the darkness, finding herself inside a cell of some sort of gothic castle straight out of hell. Glowing red eyes pierced right through her, upon the sight of which she backed off.

"Now, now, I don't bite," the brown-haired person grinned, leaning his back against the rusty bars of the cell. "Otherwise it'd be a very rude way to introduce myself. I'm Adres."

Flower didn't give a response, not like she could anyway with that cloth over her mouth.

Adres chuckled with amusement. "Anyways, we're still waiting for your father to be brought here."

Her eyes shot wide open upon the mention of... a father? She had never met him... not like she thought about him much anyway.

"This is going to be so much fun... a sweet little family reunion between illegal trespassers." Adres stepped out of the cell and closed the door, a set of bars separating them now. "You're just like your father anyway, nothing but a fearful little cunt that tries to run away from their problems at any opportunity given. The moment you tried to leave, it was already too late, because I was already right behind you," Adres whispered in an intimidating manner.

Two silver demons rushed into the cell room, dragging two people with them: Tamari, and a genderbend version of them. Tamari was squirming as they attempted to free themselves from the iron grips of Adres' helpers, while Mariyam seemed to be frozen in shock about this entire situation, and so was Flower.

Adres looked over to those demons. "Those are not the people I asked for."

The two demons faced each other — despite those bastards being faceless — before one of them choked out, "Travelers."

"I know, I know, I've trained you to recognize travelers, but those are in-dimensional ones." Adres spoke to those demons slowly, as if explaining a simple thing to a toddler. "Those are natives."

The demons emitted 'ahh's of realization.

"I suppose you can't find our actual target then..." Adres muttered. "I suppose we'll just do Plan B then."

The horned helpers giggled upon the mention of Plan B, the far more interesting plan.

"Now bring those two back to where they belong," Adres demanded.

Those demons nodded in unison before flying out through a window, carrying their very legally invited guests with their bare hands. Up in the sky, Tamari still tried to fight back, not giving a damn about the risks of fall damage. On the other hand, Mariyam clung onto the demon out of fear of those dangerous heights.

"Drop?" one demon asked the other.
"Why?"
"If their mom knows about kidnap, we punished."
"Punishment??"
"Yes"
"Eff that."

Tamari overheard their conversation and looked up at them. "Oh no, I'd wish to a star so you wouldn't leave children in the dumpster in this coordinate..." They pointed at a fenced area, one with abandoned buildings not standing straight and random pieces of metal lying around.

"Good idea." Both of the demons aimed at the dumpster before absolutely fucking yeeting the two androids.

Mariyam flatly landed on the cement ground face-first and Tamari managed to roll off beautifully. His knees were automatically reactivated due to the distance between their mother and them, leaving them with more freedom. He looked over to his sister before he grabbed both of her shoulders to pull her back to her feet. "Feel free to eye my shelter!

Their sister wasn't as enthusiastic as them, to say the least. That chaotic flight messed up with her sense of balance, the floor sweeping beneath her feet. "Don't let go just yet, I require a bit of assistance," she spoke quietly.