Death the Kid meets 2p!ItalyThe moon rose quietly into the dark sky. It was creepy in my opinion. If I had to live with the moon looking like this, I would probably never get any sleep. It was just so damn creepy. I sighed to myself and looked at Ludwig He was just glaring at the wall. What was his problem? He always had a pissed off expression on his face. It just annoyed me.
¨Vhat is the point of this, Feliciano?¨ he asked. I shrugged.
¨It´s been a long time since I´ve gotten into a fight so ¨ I replied. He scoffed.
¨Vhat a vaste of precious time.¨ he responded. I shrugged again.
¨It´s my time not yours.¨ I said and focused forward. I smirked as I saw a figure emerge from the shadows. ¨Don´t be shy come here ¨ I cooed. (Because he´s a creeper like that.) The figure came closer and I was able to distinguish golden eyes glaring at me. A boy about fourteen or fifteen walked over to me. Two girls walked behind him. Both
Goodbye Izaya... Chapter OneMore Like This
"Ugh....I've had this cold for three months now..." Izaya complained as he walked the streets of Ikebukruo as he wore a medical mask over his mouth and covering himself up as he shivered uncontrolably. "I just need to get home I'm done for the day..."
He looked over across where he was and saw Shizuo minding his own business and felt lucky that his back was to Izaya.
The raven haired informer sneezed and went to his home. It was like he said month three of his illness and even Shinra couldn't find out what was wrong let alone how to treat him. It was staring to hurt Izaya. He ached, coughed and sneezed as he walked to his little apartment to sleep. Like it would do any good.
Izaya laid in his bed for what seemed like hours before pure exhaustion took over and he drifted off to sleep.
Izaya soon awoke to a loud bang. He slowly got up and seemed confused. H
Experiment Child Chapter OneTime to say GoodbyeMore Like This
Date: June 19, 2001
What am I going to tell Shizu-chan? I kept this hidden and now...he has my face....his eyes...Even if Shizuo knew.....would he believe me? What would he say to our son? Nine months.....Nine months of lying....nine months of keeping our child a secret....Now what to do....Shinra's dad was working on a way to time travel and asked me if I wanted to try it. Maybe it would be for the best....if it did work....to leave little Masaomi...in the past. It was Shinra who started this whole thing. HE was the one who knew everything that was going on with me since that day... Shinra was the one who helped me get Masaomi....and now...He's going to help me get rid of him. Am I a bad mother for wanting this for the best of my child? Well whatever...I just hope I made the right choice...
I stared coldly at the oak door that laid in front of me. I had to lose all emotion. I was a mother now and I knew what my reactions would be afterwar
Little old Cabin: Canada X Reader ch. #1That little French Canadian village was more than you expected it to be. Even though it was small, it wasn't a ghost town either. You were amazed when you saw the apartment structure where your new home was.More Like This
You were tired by the time you entered the administration building to get your keys to the cabin. The plane ride made you tired from having to deal with those idiots on the plane with you. You struggled to bring your suitcase to the main desk. But when you did, you huffed and put your head on the desk.
When you looked up, you saw a young man that looked like a mixture between France and America. You tried to think of what his name was because he looked so familiar, but then he started to ask you questions.
"Excuse me but, are you _______?" he asked.
You nod as you start to blush. You thought he was actually cute. He smiled at you sweetly. "Well good." he whispered. "I've been waiting all week for your arrival." he told you. This made you blush even more.
"Well ______ here are your
CielXReader- Chapter 1Chapter 1: Entering the HouseholdMore Like This
The death of young Miss Elizabeth shook the Phantomhive manor roughly. Her death was unexpected, it was unpredicted, and it was sudden. Even Ciel's butler, Sebastian, who could perform any task with the up-most grace and perfection, couldn't halt her death.
It was meant to be. And so it happened.
When she had died everyone in the household had really expressed the meaning of 'you don't know what you have until it's gone.' Everyone missed the exuberant, nice, and clingy girl. Ciel, one Sebastian didn't expect to feel such a loss from, was also affected. He stayed shut up for several weeks.
When Sebastian asked him, he explained, "She was all I had left to my old life. In a way I knew this, but chose to ignore it. Even so mourning and sadness cannot bring people back to life. Nothing can."
Sebastian was truly the only one that felt little remorse, which was normal, considering he was a demon.
After a few months, you came into the picture. Sebastian, just
RomanoxReader The Curl"Can I pull it please?"More Like This
You looked at your Italian boyfriend Lovino.
"Why not?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"Because, I said no." He crossed his arms.
"Why? There has to be a reason!"
"Because, I don't want you to pull it." He said, standing up and walking out of the room.
You waited until he fell asleep on the couch, watching TV. You snuck over to the couch and looked down at the peacfully sleeping Italian. You reached towards the curl, your hand inches away, you were just about to pull it when his eyes snapped open and grabbed your hand quickly.
"What the hell (Name)?!"
"Plan failed...." You mumbled.
Later Lovino was cooking some pasta, he didn't know you were behind him. You were just about to grab the curl until he turned around and seen you.
"CHIGI! (Name)! You scared the shit out of me!" He said, glaring at you a little. "Leave my curl alone!"
Later he was sitting at the table, doing some paperwork and you snuck in the kitchen. You trie
Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru for LizEvansMore Like This
Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru I Can Tell for LizEvans
Today was your first day at Ouran High School, your dad was wealthy but not like you'd ever let anyone know. You had gone to public schools very year before this one, why was this one different? You made a deal with a father, if you went to his choice of school you could choose your husband instead of having an arranged marriage. What girl wants an arranged marriage? Class were proving to be a bit hard, you weren't really the smartest girl, which annoyed you. You had made a few friends to be not socially awkward but they started talking about something called; The Host Club? You ignored it; you didn't really want to be involved in any clubs. The day was coming to an end then you bumped into a boy dropping your books.
"Sorry about that, I didn't watch where I was going." You said politely.
"Nah it's okay I shouldn't make such a pretty girl drop her books." He gave you a sly smirk which made you giggle
CreepyPasta- The HackI've always been a fan of the Pokemon games. I remember getting into the cards as a kid, and from there I went to the show, and finally, the games. And even though I got rid of my cards long ago, and I haven't watched the show in years, when the new games come out, I'm always excited to try them out and spend days playing them. And every once in a while, I go back to my old games for a nostalgia trip. Call me childish, but something about those old games keeps calling me back for more, no matter how many times I play through them.More Like This
The problem is that my Pokemon blue version can't save anymore. Whether it's a dead internal battery or just a worn out cartridge after literal weeks of solid playtime, the game just couldn't take it anymore and gave out. My red version still works, but for some reason I always preferred blue. Maybe it's because of the color scheme, or because I got Blue version first, but I always liked Blue version better. I never had yellow, so playing that was out of the
America x Reader ::Hero::::Hero::More Like This
America x Reader
The one thing you hated most was the idea of being alone. You were always the new girl, always the bullied girl, always the girl who couldn't open up to her parents. Little did you know that this would all change, if you would simple reach out to someone who cared about you.
Your name was ______ _______, and this is your first year at (School name here). It had been about a month and a half since you started attending (School name here), and to be honest, you absolutely HATED it there. Bully's seemed to never have their fill when it came to make fun of you. Whether it was your hair, your sense of style, or your interests. On the oustide you acted as if you didn't care, but it was slowly eating you away on the inside. Of course, this was the stereotypical school where no one bothered trying to help you.
Well.....Maybe not quite everyo
I'm alive, but still not aliveToo often I feelMore Like This
Life passes me by
Others move on
Grow into a new mindset
Find a new world
And I'm left behind
Lost in the commotion
I know I would like change
If only I knew how to make one
But instead I stay rooted
Stuck in old ways
Afraid of the future
Afraid of the past
Afraid of the present
I never thought
I would live a life
Over and over and over
I once had a bright outlook
The world was mine for the taking
That girl seems to have disintegrated
And from the remains rose another
Wallowing in self-pity
Fearing the world
Receding from others
As though time has stopped
I want to melt the ice
Part the clouds
And bring back the sun
I'm still breathing
My heart's still beating
My brain's still thinking
But I'm still not
Emotional Vignette: Shattered LivesI cringe as I hear the soft whoosh of the fridge opening, the small clink of a bottle being removed, the defeated shuffle of a lost soul. Mommy and daddy have been fighting again. I heard the screams, the shattering glass, the sobs mommy choked out as daddy brought down his hand. Brought it down again and again. I edge toward the kitchen and watch as mommy drowns her sorrows in vodka once more. Her face is red, other skin purple, black, blue, green, yellow-- all shades of pain. I watch silent tears trail down her face as she takes a swig straight from the bottle, dependent on the clear hand to whisk her away to a world where her and daddy don't fight. Where daddy doesn't take out his frustration on us. Where she and her daughter don't live in fear. She drinks, hoping the pain will fade. She drinks, hoping her scars will disappear. She drinks, coercing her bruises to heal. She drinks, wanting to drink just enough to fade away forever. In a short time, mommy's consumed the whoMore Like This
The MindThe sporadic symphonyMore Like This
Of the mind is
Of synapses firing
Courses to the brain
And millions of
Form into the
Of a single thought
A single thought that
An adrenaline releases
Flowing through veins--
And the mind buys it all
The heart speeds up
Blood rushes to the face
Pure primal instinct
Pulled from a box
Kept in a deep, dark corner
Takes all over
The mind races
Receptors going off
In chaotic harmony
As thoughts collide
Merging into irrational phrases
Dancing to the rhythm of
Imperfect MeI'm notMore Like This
The most honest
The most outgoing
Anything I wish to be
Do anything I wish to do
But I can
Imagine all I wish to be
And I guess
That's all I can do
As long as I'm
Home for the ShatteredCut a little deeperMore Like This
Get a little higher
Drift a little farther
And your scars might fade
Drop your trauma-
And with it, your life-
In the bottle
And chug it down
Maybe they'll get off your mind
Cleanse out the bad
From your blood
Cut a few more times
Until you're empty
Perhaps it'll disappear like your life
Smoke it, snort it,
Inject the happiness
And block out the pain
Along with your mind
And it could leave you
You'll force yourself out
Out of your own life
Until you're too far
When you call for help
So you go to the home for the shattered
Bully!America x Geek!Reader (Chapt. 5)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA, GOT IT?!More Like This
Please read description, it's short!
Also, if you see this ---> *
Demon RomanoxAngel Reader: A Demon's FateAngels have faithMore Like This
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
"Stay away from here!" You screamed out as you delivered the final and fatal blow to the demon. Landing on the ground, your wings vanished in thin air and your halo evaporated,"I'm doing so good..." You said, catching your breath,"I need to find that damned demon who keeps sending these guys out."
"That would be me. And I have a fucking name." Looking over to the right, you see a brunette; nothing out of the ordinary. Fair skin and brown eyes to match,"My name is Lovino and the devil himself has requested I take you and convert you into one of us!"
"_____, nice to meet you Lovino." Your (e/c) eyes narrowed a bit,"And who says I will. I have God watching over me. I was chosen as a special warrior to defend the world!"
You heard him laugh,"He didn't do nothin'!" You stepped back in shock,"The devil's minions destroyed
Vati!GermanyxChild!Readerx2p!Vati!Germany:Vater?!?More Like This
Feeling something fall on your face you open your (e/c),and sit up to see white stuff all around you.You were a new country,getting up you start to play in the white stuff making snow people in the ground.
Making a snow wall and a snowperon and a snow house,you lay down in the fluffy stuff.After you tire yourself out you turn to see a tall man with blue eyes and blonde hair walking towards you wearing a winter-style military outfit.
He kneels down next to you"Guten tag kleine land,mein name ist Ludwig"he smiled,and you giggled.
"Guten tag mein name ist (Name)"
"schön euch zu treffen"he says back,you lifted your arms you wanted to be picked up,which he does.
"Kann ich Sie Vati?"you ask
"Ja"he answered your eyes lit up.Soon you started feeling tired from your playing in the white stuff.
"Vati,wo gehen wir hin?"you look up at him.
"nach Hause,(Name)"he answered
"ok vati"you say as you fall asleep.
"keine Sorge (Name) ich werde f
Sherlock x Child! Reader Heim  FinaleMore Like This
“You know, I think I’ve had my fill of hospital visits this year.”
“Oh, please. You weren’t even the one who was stuck in the bed. Not like me, Mycroft or (Name).”
“You and your brother were hardly here for a day, save for (Name) who’s still here.”
“And you were here for how long, exactly?”
“Shut up, Mycroft.”
The trio sat in the hospital room, two of them restored to their usual apathetic, sarcastic selves and the third merely happy that (Name) was still alive. Sherlock and Mycroft were overjoyed of course, but they’d already had their emotional reunifications with the girl. Not that either one would admit it.
And so they all remained there, (Name) humming happily as she doodled with the paper and crayons Mary had brought her, surrounded by mostly all her favorite people. Sherlock on one side of her hospital bed and Mycroft on the other, and near the foot of her bed was John, resting his head in his ar
Sherlock x Reader Simple FixMore Like This
(Name) had learned at a very young age that it was better for everyone if you smiled. The more you smiled, the happier you looked. And when you were happy, people liked you more. She made it her personal goal to always be smiling and at least pretend to be happy around other people. So when she ran into the apartment with tears streaming down her face, it was only natural both boys were on the defensive.
“(Name)? What’s wrong, what happened?” John asked immediately, standing from his chair and rushing over to her. Her breath hitched, and she attempted to talk, but to no avail. Instead she just collapsed in her friend’s arms, holding onto him tightly as she continued to sob. Sherlock, who was playing the violin prior, halted his music and observed the situation from the window. Calculating.
“I-It was...h-h-he-- so-omeone came and took it…!!” She managed, choking out the muffled words into his shoulder. Sherlock turned to look down at h
Nyctophobia - Sherlock x ReaderYou let out a pleasing sigh as you were able to reside in your bed after a long day.More Like This
You shared the small apartment at 221B Baker Street with John and Sherlock after announcing that Mrs. Hudson was the one grandmother that you had not seen since you were twelve years old.
You occupied the spare room, feeling relieved that you had a room to yourself.
Hurriedly you changed into your pyjama's and dived into your cosy double bed with thick blankets that felt like they were stuffed with clouds.
You flicked the switch to awaken your lamp that rested upon your wooden bedside table, that also had a glass of water from the previous night that probably tasted disgusting and warm.
You had to remind yourself not to take a sip of it.
You left your lamp on as you cozied into your bed and the feeling of the warm duvet and plush pillows.
The light dimly lit the room with a nice orange glow that you had grown to over the past few weeks.
You shut your eyes and readied yourself to drift off into a soothi
SesshomaruxReader: MedicineMore Like This
Sesshomaru walked swiftly down the dirt path heading towards town, his long silver hair swaying behind him. One of his servants, A-Un trailed behind him carrying a small wooden cart, which Rin, a human girl, was resting on. The young girl's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. She had woke this morning feeling dizzy and when Sesshomaru inspected her, he found that girl was suffering from a very high fever. Without a word, he wrapped her in a thick blanket and put her on the cart before setting out right away for the town. He was limited on his knowledge of human diseases, having no interest in it before, so he needed to find someone else to take care of this problem. He didn't need the girl slowing them down.
His other servant, Jaken, stumbled after him, clutching his two-headed staff close to his chest. The toad demon fumbled, trying to keep up with his master's stride with his small legs. "My Lord! Wait!' Sesshomaru ignored him, continuing to walk. "Where are we going?!"
Loki x SelfHarmed!Reader- I'll Kiss Your Cuts Away~******~More Like This
"Loki, do I have to go to school?" you complained, this was your senior year, and you wanted to skip it all and be with Loki for the rest of your life.
"You have to go love." Loki said with a straight face.
You groaned as you pulled down the sleeves on your sweater, not wanting him to see, even though he may know already.
"But Loki!" you threw your arms in the air, your eyebrows knitting together.
"You must go to school. Or is there an excuse to why you can't go?" Loki's emerald eyes pierced into yours, and you recoiled.
Shaking your head, you gave in to go to school, but you were so glad about Loki not knowing about your little self-harming problem.
Another day of school added another cut to your arm.
Loki never knew though.
"Goodbye love." Loki's sweet voice sent you off to school, but his voice sent chills up and down your spine.
You swallowed back tears, he acted like there was nothing wrong with you, but there was, it was your fault for not telling him.
If you did, you th
Draco x Reader: Fears“Come on, [y/n],” [f/n] called lazily, trying to pull you from the couch. “We have to get to Defense Against Dark Arts!” Usually you would jump up and be out the door by now, DADA was your favorite class, but today was different.More Like This
“But we are doing boggarts!” she complained, covering her face with a pillow. She mumbled something into it and sighed.
“What was that?” [f/n] asked impatiently.
You brought the pillow away from your face and sat up, brushing some [h/c] hair from your face. “I said I don’t want to see what I fear.”
“So you fear fear?” [f/n] asked, restraining herself from dragging you out the door.
“Not necessarily…,” you said shrugging. You just didn’t want to face your fear. You really didn’t want to face it in front of your classmates.
“Then you’ll be fine! Come on [y/n]!” [f/n] grabbed your hand and p
Reach Out to Me: Eridan x ReaderEridan Ampora:More Like This
That's when a car screeched to a halt behind you. The loud squeal of tires halting on asphalt scares the hell out of you. You lose your footing, and just as your tipping towards the wrong side of the bridge, somebody grabs your wrist and yanks you the other way.
You fall right into the person who grabbed you and knock them to the ground. They grunt in pain as they hit the pavement, and you lose a chest of air when you land on top of them.
"What the hell asshole! You scared me!" You shout as you push yourself up to your knees.
The person under you is none other than your fellow classmate, Eridan Ampora. His purple streaked hair is messed up from its usual smoothed back style. His hipster frames lay crooked on his face, and his violet eyes narrow in rage.
He pushes you off of him, and you think you catch a glimpse of red on his face. He sits up, adjusts his blue striped scarf and glasses, and glares.
"I scared you, (y/n)? I wwas drivvin' home and your standing up there abo
2p!America x magic!reader- My girlfriend's magic!You kept your head down as you walked down the hall of your high school, hearing everyone. They might not have been talking but you heard their voices; their thoughts. You were a mind reader. You didn't mind that though. You actually liked it but a lot of people found it weird or creepy if you told them. That's kind of why freaking people out with it was like one of your favorite pass times. You liked seeing their shocked expressions as you told them their thoughts but now mostly no one in your school talked to you. They didn't bully you though. If they did, they knew they'd leave there crying, knowing a good amount of things about themselves. They would come and talk to you though. Regular conversations, just to see what all the hype was about. If you concluded from their thoughts that they were a bad person, you'd give them a show and if you didn't feel like being bothered, you'd have them leaving emotionally scarred.More Like This
You made it to your locker and entered the combination before look
America. Overdose.Yo.More Like This
My name is Alfred F. Jones.
And I’m the hero!
At least, I always thought I was.
Now… Now I’m not so sure.
I can’t even save myself…
Heh, what am I doing? I’m WAY too easily distracted!
Gimme a sec, I’ll start over.
My name is Alfred F. Jones.
And I’m the hero!
But sometimes, I can’t help but feel like I’m just screwing everything up.
The F in my name stands for Freedom.
…Freedom to what?
It rolls around in my head, constantly, shoving itself down my throat.
Everything I fought for.
Everything I worked for.
Aren’t heroes supposed to save people?
Why couldn’t I save the people in the World Trade Center?
Why couldn’t I protect Hawaii from Japan?
Why did those runners in Boston have to get hurt?
All those innocent people…
And all because I stuck my nose in the wrong place.
All I have done is to try and help!
And so many innocent people die.
Canada. Hung.H-Hi…More Like This
My name is M-Matthew Williams…
Not like you’ll remember, so what does it matter? I bet you’ve forgotten my name already.
How many times have I had to remind people?
I-I’m Canada. Matthew.
It’s not even a hard name. It’s not like I’m asking you to remember all that much.
You could call me Matt, if you’d like.
But you won’t even bother to remember that…
It’s one syllable. It’s not that hard, is it?
Oh, maple, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be so rude.
Let me… Um, let me start over.
Hi. My name is M-Matthew Williams.
I have a pet polar bear names Kumajirou.
If you could even call him a pet…
I’m pretty sure the only reason he stays with me is because I feed him. He doesn’t even know who I am! He barely remembers my name…
If I had a penny for every “who?” that came out of his mouth, I’d be a millionare.
Ah! I did it again…
RebellionAmerica woke with a start as the nausea over took him once more. He barely had enough time to lean over the side of his bed before he vomited. This time he didn’t even make it to the bathroom, and, honestly, he didn’t care anymore. His head hung limp over the edge of the mattress and the acidic bile stung his dry lips. He’d been sick like this for so long. Tears ran from his eyes. Sure, it seemed childish for a nation to cry, but he was only about a hundred years old. Compared to the other countries whose ages spilled over into the thousands, before recorded time itself, he was practically a child.More Like This
He sat up and pulled himself painfully to the window, careful where he stepped. Forcing the windows open he leaned out and was grateful for the cool night breeze that washed into his mansion. His stomach lurched again, and, once more, he threw up. He hung his head and closed the window. Suddenly, the outside no longer appealed to him.
He wandered down the hall in
Hetalia: December 24, 1860Christmas Eve, 1860. Four days after first secession. Canada convinces America to go to Britain's house for Christmas. Brotherly fluff. Angst. No pairings. Slightly Historical!Hetalia. Contains Australia cameo and mentions of fem!India. Pre-American Civil War. One-shot.More Like This
A pair of twins stood outside a rather grand estate on the outskirts of London. The enormous manor fit every aspect characteristic of the powerful British Empire in the spotless yard and even the ornate carvings on the door inset with gold and other precious metals. However, the old building was not on display in the bustling streets of London
but hiding in the distant fields where it couldn't be admired like it deserved by any save for the few that felt like walking the distance.
Where gaudiness met wilderness was where the country and the man inside the personification confronted and compromised. He always did like being by himself even though he always had the urg
2p!CanadaxReader- I Don't Mind Protecting YouYou watched eagerly through one of the windows facing the street as the moving van pulled away from the house next door to you. This morning when you had woken up you had seen a car and moving van in front of the house that had been for sale for a few weeks now. So you had been very excited at the prospect of new neighbors, especially since none of the neighbors nearby had any kids your age.More Like This
You jumped off of the couch where you had been sitting, facing the window to get a good view of the moving van. From the car that was still in the driveway of the house you thought that it looked like a family car.
“Mommy! Can I go say hi to the new neighbors?” You called to your mother in the kitchen.
“Sure, just don’t stay to long, and if they need you to leave to finish settling into their new house come right back home okay?” She answered from the other room.
“Okay!” You shouted back, and ran to the front door, quickly undoing the lock and letting the d
2p!F.A.C.E. x child!reader- She's...alright(ch.9)Your dad came back up stairs, humming as he carried a lidded bowl. "Daddy? Can my cupcakes be pink?", you requested.More Like This
"Whatever you want dear! You did very well today!"
"Yay~! Thank you, dad!" You hopped down from your uncle's lap then whistled. Fruitloop ran in front of you and wagged his tail as he looked up at you. You got behind him then climbed on his back. "Ok Fruitloop. Lets go to our room and wait for cupcakes!", you instructed. Fruitloop barked once to show he got your orders then trotted off to your room with you on his back.
By the time your dad was done, you were fast asleep on the floor, cuddled next to your pet. "Aww! Isn't that just the cutest thing ever?!", he admired the adorable scene of a cute little girl and a fluffy animal sleeping together. Something that's always cute.
"Whatever", Francis mumbled as he peeked into the room while Gil and Toni were dragging the unconscious, tortured man out to the car. "Well be back...later"
"But (name) would be so sad if you left w
Loneliness: PrussiaLet's do a drinking game! I have to drink a beer for each back that has turned on meMore Like This
Even the Baltic's and Russia
West, my little brother
That's more than a thousand beers
Once again I have drunken so much I can barely stand, let alone talk
Which means that I can't say what I really want to say
I want to tell them that I want them to come back, enemy or not. That it's lonely without them
Return of The Nightmare King Ch. 1Danny Phantom/Rise of The GuardiansMore Like This
Return of The Nightmare King
Ch. 1-A Most Interesting Discovery
It had been a few months since Pitch, also known as the Bogeyman, had been defeated by the Guardians: North or known to us as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, and the newest addition the former rebel spirit Jack Frost, the Guardian of Fun. After being dragged away by his own Nightmares, who had sensed his fear and turned on him, then sealed away in his underground cavern he had been trying to find a way to get back out into the outside world to exact his revenge against his enemies and so far he had absolutely no luck in finding one. For days his search turned up no leads and he was just about ready to give up altogether when one day he was brooding in his now usual sulk walking around the many complex tunnels that ran all over the place, passing up a certain passageway when an unusual green glow caught his attention, making him turn back and step inside. Foll