My name is Ben. I’m currently 12 years old. I’m the middle child, of five kids. I’m also the most different. You see, I’m a witch. My half-older sister Leia is a fairy, and so is my younger half-brother and sister Boba and Rey. My half-older brother, Yoda, who’s older than Leia, is a vampire.
Neither of my “parents” are witches. Well, okay… my mom is a fairy and my “dad” is a vampire. My actual dad, biologically, is a witch. He’s also where I got my hair color from. My eyes and skin color are from my mom.
My half-siblings don’t seem to mind, much. My “dad” cried when he found out, and my uncle (who’s married to my biological dad) was… well… outraged. Mostly at my mom. They fought a lot now, a lot more than they used to. I mean, they hated each other before, but now… things were a LOT worse.
By a lot worse, I mean that my mom and uncle fought constantly. So did my uncle and my biological dad, and sometimes my uncle fought with my mom’s husband… although my uncle would be the one yelling at him, and he’d just be crying. I didn’t understand why.
”Ben, sweetie, I have something to tell you. As soon as you become a teenager, you’ll be going to a special school. A school for supernaturals. I want you to behave, alright?” My mom asked me.
It was almost my birthday, when I’d become a teen. I didn’t quite understand the significance of the school, but I decided to not voice any complaints. I wanted to make my mom happy with me.
”Alright, Mom. I’ll behave.”
We moved to a different town, and my uncle and biological father, as well as my half-brother Azrael, moved out of the house soon after. My mom, dad, and half-siblings all took potions to… make them human.
Mom had two more potions for the younger twins, when they grew up. I was going to be the only supernatural in the house.
Sorry for the troll thing… I didn’t feel comfortable with writing that stuff…Just writing Will’s P.O.V. for 5.6 was difficult… Sorry.
In canon*, Bill comes from the 2nd dimension, and as he describes it in the last episode… “A flat world, with flat dreams”
Will is an AU version of him, it’s an AU called Reverse Falls. Kill also an AU version, but it’s Fight Falls.
Anyway, enough about Kill.This about the cinnabun. So, as it’s an AU, there is no canon, much, but usually he was a slave in that world, for the Gleefuls, and was enslaved and…. uh… tortured, punished… raped… other horrific things… so yeah… Didn’t want to really write about it… 😢 Sorry.
*If you’re wondering from what, Gravity Falls. Tom and Star are from Star Vs. the Forces of Evil, William, Sel and Bree are from a book called Legendborn, and… I think that’s everybody… yep. That’s everyone.Alright. Uh… bye. Next up, kiddos! Yay!
These two weirdos are finally engaged. I’m happy for them. Will told me it was about time.
“Mmmm, happy birthday to me!” I giggled, pulling away, looking at his blushing face.
He bit his lip, before looking down, chewing the inside of his lip.
I frowned, “Something wrong?”
‘No… just… nervous about this… I talked to your moms, and they’re fine with it, but… I’m still anxious…’ He glanced at me.
I swallowed, “Anxious? Why? What for?”
… best birthday ever.
… and it turns out that Bill got Tom a horse. Her name is Vanilla and she’s a sweet horse. He plans to go into horse racing, so that worked out. He was ecstatic about it. Will was nervous around the horse, but I’m sure he’ll warm up to her eventually.
Of course, SOMEONE had to do the whole, “you hurt my brother I’ll kill you thing”, and I honestly don’t doubt that he’s telling the truth, even though it ruined my mood.’
I don’twant to be annoying, but I’d love comments. XD
AND, these two are adorbs. I’m pretty nervous about stuff that’s going to happen…
Tom glanced at my bed, snorting, “Not subtle, huh?”
“Nope,” I sighed, picking up all the flowers that were on my bed.
He nodded and hummed, handing me a card, “Is this subtle?”
It was a white card and I opened it, where there was a red heart drawn in the middle of the right side. It had a small, “roses are red, violets are blue, …” sort of poem on the left side.
I snickered, “This for Star?”
“Nope, but they are blonde,” He coughed.
I snorted, “The person who’s mad at me for kissing his twin?”
“Yep…” He sighed.
I laughed, “That guy? Seriously?”
“Hey! It’s none of your business!” He shouted.
I sighed, “Fine.”
I hummed, quietly calling my mom on the phone, “The School year is almost over. I’ll be home by the end of the week. … Yeah, all of us. … Okay, Mom. I’ll be fine. … Maaaybe… … I’ll let you meet him, I promise! I’m just scared Ma will scare him. … Okay…” I sighed and ended the call.
‘So… that was your Mom, I assume?’ Will glanced at me.
I frowned, “How long have you been laying there?”
‘Not long. I’m assuming the ‘maybe’ was your mom asking if you had a boyfriend?’ He smiled.
I sighed, “Yep. Is that okay? I mean, you meeting my parents? I know we haven’t made it official, but…”
‘Do you want to be official?’ He sat up, looking at me.
I smiled, “Not if you don’t want to, but I’d like it.”
‘I… I want to…’ He swallowed, glancing away, towards the door.
I frowned, “Worried about your twin’s reaction?”
He nodded and didn’t sign anything.
I nodded, “That’s fair. I would be worried about Mia and Mabuka’s reaction, and Lucia, Fran, and Grace’s.”
‘Your sisters?’ He looked at me.
I smiled, “Yep. Mia, Mabuka and I are triplets, and so are Lucia, Fran and Grace, but they’re older than us by a year or so.”
‘Ah,’ He grinned.
I hummed, “So… if you’re meeting my parents, can I-” ‘-They’re dead,’ He bit his lip.
“What?” I frowned and looked at him.
He looked down and started shaking, and I soon realized it was because he was crying.
“I’m… so sorry…” I swallowed, not sure what to do.
He nodded, ‘Don’t be.’
“It’s almost my young adult birthday, so…” I looked at him.
I stared at the wall, quietly waiting for something or someone. Bill and I’s bedroom was quiet, but I could hear them yelling in the kitchen. I hated it. My brothers fought all the time. About a lot of things. About me, our parents, bills that had yet to be paid, money, my therapy… them… possibility of getting me an emotional support dog, and a plethora of other things that don’t concern me or I don’t remember. I wish I could tell them to stop… tell them it would be okay… but words don’t mean much when you can’t speak.
My older brother, Kill, just pushes me away and ignores me every time I try to communicate with him. My twin says he doesn’t understand sign language, that I should just talk to him telepathically, but I don’t want to. I’m afraid of myself and what I… what the three of us can and could do… and what we will do. Some of the worst things have come to pass. My brothers’ crimes for example. The ones they’ve already committed, anyway.
We lost everything, and now we only have each other. It’s difficult. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish it was the way it was when we were kids. We were all so happy… or at least I thought we were all happy… and Mom and Dad were still alive, and I could still speak, and my brothers didn’t seem emotionless at all.
… but… that’s not now… and I should stop thinking about the past. That’s difficult to do when I just wish I could escape to the past. Sure, things are fine right now, but I miss my parents, and I really wish I could just talk to them again.
I heard the door open, just a creak, but we have heightened hearing, so it was hard to miss. I was ready to go all defensive and walled off, as I usually was now when it was Kill. We were just two different people. Then again, so are me and my twin… but at least he tries to talk to me, which is more than what I could say for Kill.
Luckily for me, it was my twin, so I relaxed and looked at him, confused.
He sighed, “Sorry about that. Killian wasn’t sure about this, but I think you should go.” He handed me an envelope, “It’s fine if you don’t want to, but both of us also got invitations, so… either all three of us go, or only Kill goes,” He gave me a look.
I nodded and quietly took the envelope and opening it, understanding. My twin wouldn’t leave me in the house alone. It’s not safe for me to be alone.
I looked at the letter surprised, reading through it, before looking at him, ‘A school? And we’re in the same classes? You sure about this?’
“I’m sure, don’t worry.” He smiled, “I looked it up thoroughly and it was a clean record, and it’s secure. There are guards in place to keep humans out.”
I nodded, still a bit concerned, but not as much as I was, ‘But they’re magic…’
“They’re still human, Will,” He gave me a look, “and I don’t understand why you’re so worried. They’re just humans.”
I shivered, deciding not to respond to that.
They’re just humans?
Sure… humans that tortured and harmed me and did unspeakable things to me and made me their slave… and they LITERALLY tore my vocal cords out of my throat for a punishment, but yeah, okay, Bill… they’re… “just humans”.
I sighed. Bill didn’t get it. He really didn’t. Then again, I shouldn’t have expected him to.
He looked at me, “Sorry, but it’s true. Against me?” He snorted, “They’re gonna be nothing.”
I smiled at that. He’s arrogant and way too confident, but it WAS true. However… I had heard rumors…
‘Is your Tree going?’ I looked at him.
He coughed, “He’s not mine, Will. I doubt he’s going. He’s human, no magic quality. Not that I know of, anyway…”
‘Still. Mine knows magic. Why doesn’t yours?’ I frowned.
He frowned, “Still stuck over Mason?”
‘No,” I shook my head.
He groaned, “If you say your Sixer I will slap you.”
I blushed and looked away, not wanting him to notice and slap me. Unfortunately, he noticed.
He huffed, “That’s the guy that caused all that.”
I bit my tongue, knowing he was going to say those two words.
“You sure you don’t have Stockholm syndrome?” He frowned.
My eyes flashed red, and I knew that, because he backed away a bit, and I swallowed, shaking my head, ‘I’m sure. Don’t say those words, please.’
“Fine. You need to be stuck over someone else,” He huffed.
I hummed, before I grinned and looked at him, ‘Like how you’re stuck over Thomas?’
He coughed, and glared at me, “I’m not stuck over Thomas.” I knew he was lying, because he was blushing.
‘Yes, you are. You’re blushing,’ I gave him a look.
He sighed and sat never to me, “Whatever. He won’t notice anyway. Guy’s too stuck over that princess. Stupid princess… of course he’s stuck over someone of his status.”
I frowned, ‘Don’t take it out on Star…’ I was well aware of all of this. He was annoyed with the princess of Mewni, because his best friend and crush was in love with her. Rather hopelessly, since she didn’t like him at all. Like, she resented him, and it went over his head somehow, orrrr, he was despite or something. I wasn’t sure. Love is a weird feeling. It certainly was to me.
He huffed, “I’ll try not to. Let’s just prepare. We’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Medically induced coma. It was for the best,” William sighed.
I groaned, “Fine.”
“I promise that I made sure you got nutrients, and you should probably stay here for the rest of the day, and not move from the bed until tomorrow morning. You sustained burns to your face, that luckily didn’t burn your eyes or mouth or got into your lungs or throat. No smoke, either, which I assume was what your boyfriend was worried about.” William smiled, “He’s good for you, by the way. He brought you here and barely left your side. He didn’t talk to me, but I understood that he cared about you, since he stayed. He didn’t eat or sleep either. He only left when I told him to, and then he was back here in the morning when I came back to check your vitals. Everyday. He skipped all his classes, and just stayed here the entire time. I told him to leave the room when I noticed you were waking up, so that I could talk to you alone. I figured you’d want to know how loyal your boyfriend was.”
I frowned, “I… don’t have a boyfriend…”
“Oh. Interesting…” William hummed.
I sighed, “Can I see who it is?”
“Of course. I’ll leave and tell him to come in,” William smiled and got up, before leaving the room.
I couldn’t believe who walked in, and I was surprised when he sat down on the floor next to me, biting his lip, looking nervous.