The House (massive crossover fic)Once upon a time, there was a House.
It was a relatively normal looking house; the bricks were red-brown, the roof tiled in black. It was two stories, a little white veranda winding around the houses front, an overhang covering it from the weather.
The grass was green and unkempt, but not overgrown. Flowers dotted the ground, the owners seeming to not care for garden beds. A big tree sat on the centre of the left garden, its bark dark and rough and leaves ever green and spread wide.
The path leading to the front door was made up of white stones as big as dinner plates, uneven from being removed so many times.
By the path was a track from where someone had neglected the path and choose to instead walk on the grass.
The front steps were three in number and although thick and sturdy, squeaked in protest when stepped on.
The front door was plain and black, the simple word House written in golden letters were a number should be.
Inside the wallpaper is odd; no wall has matching paper and do
What Is SuperWhoLock?What is SuperWhoLock?
Salt, silver bullets and cheap beer.
Blue boxes, sonic screw drivers and proper skinny.
Expensive suits, thinly veiled insults and bloggers.
That’s what superwholock is.
What is true friend ship?
Starting to feel something, baseball caps and prophets.
Bigger on the inside, Companions and assistance’s.
Could be dangerous, Detective Inspector's and army doctors.
This is friendship in its truest form.
But what is sacrifice?
Blood, deals, rivers and soul selling.
Farewells, set points and big, red buttons.
Falling, goodbyes and trickery.
Now you know what sacrifice is.
Can you tell me what loss is?
Flames, unmarked graves, and cages.
Christmas, different dimensions and time wars.
Tombstones, long years and dusty flats.
Do you still wonder what loss is?
What about bravery?
Closing gates, opening cages and falling to Purgatory.
Three men, standing together to protect the universe.
Climbing into fires, protecting friends and standing up to Consulting C
A Skulduggery Story- Dead Men"You're all dead men!" a burly man shouted through the noise of the pub.
This was the first time someone had out right said it and somehow it seemed appropriate that this man said it first. He was massive, shoulders like an ox, red hair that tumbled around his shoulders and an attractive face with big blue eyes. He had bulging muscles everywhere and was known for never losing a fight. His name was Black Bundi. He was also known for hating Skulduggery Pleasant with a passion.
"And when you don’t come back, maybe I'll take that pretty wife of yours" Bundi continues in a snarl as he leaned over the table that a group of men sat at.
As Black finished, there was silence through the whole room. Not a cough was coughed nor a sneeze sneezed. No drink was slurped or even raised. No noise at all.
Until one man, fairly drunk and a gambler picked out a single gold coin and began to pass it to his friend, knowing he had lost the bet. But his slow and drunken fingers dropped the coin.