Krampus: Talk to Me (Der Klown x Amber)I'm so sorry that this is really late! College work has kept me at bay -_-
Here's my portion of the story trade for OC x Canon for :iconWhitefangthecaptain0:
The demon jester had been sprawled out on the bed, snoring loudly. Every now and then, his jack-in-the-box tail would twitch, emitting different notes from the song "Pop goes the weasel." It seemed as if nothing could wake Der Klown.
Amber kicked open the door to his bedroom. Her face was scrunched up in anger as she fumed to herself. Amber's husky dog tail was whipping from side to side.
"That god-forsaken chew toy. Who does he think he is?!"
Der Klown extended his porcelain jaws in a yawn. His bells jingled as he stretched his arms up, popping a few joints. "What's the matter, dear Amber?" Der Klown asked his lover.
She was too busy pacing to notice him. "I can't believe the nerve of that- that stuffed bilge rat!"
Der Klown sighed. He knew all too well what this was about. It had something to do with Te
Luna and SolThis isn't my best work, but it was for an English project. Enjoy this short little story
Before the Earth existed, there was only the sun and the moon.
Before becoming actual stars and planets, they were gods by the names of Sol and Luna. It appeared that these two gods were deeply in love with each other.
Luna, who stayed cool and collected, was attracted to her lover’s fiery personality.
Sol, an outgoing gal with a warm smile, loved every crater and curve to her partner’s body.
They were determined to reach each other, yet their differences divided them. If Sol tried to hold or lay her golden hand upon Luna, she would receive a painful burn. It was almost as if the entire universe disapproved of their relationship.
Since she hated to see Luna in distress, heartbroken Sol was forced to leave her lover behind. Little did they know that their circumstances would soon change.
A few light years into the future, a new god was born by the name of Terra. Terra wasn’
RE-UPLOAD: Cryptic Visitors Ch. 2My eyes cracked open to the intense, bright beams of sunlight shining through the blind slats. My Persian cat rested on my chest, purring contently. I closed my eyes again, smiling to myself.
Wait... We don’t own a cat.
My eyelids shot open as I jerked my neck upwards. There lounged on top of me was the same mysterious creature from the previous night. I let out a shrill scream and launched the giant lizard off of me. He slapped against the closet door and landed in a pile of laundry with an audible “Oof” noise.
Scrambling for the door, I grabbed a toy sword and quickly rolled into the hallway. I slammed the bedroom door shut behind me, leaving the reptile alone.
“How in the hell-“
“Isabelle?!” My mother’s voice rang through the house. She strutted down the hallway in her puffy bathroom.
How was I supposed to cover this up? ‘Hi Mom, Godzilla’s baby is tearing apart my bedroom. Don’t mind him. Golly gee! Can we