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Magnolia

A little fic I wrote about Magnolia's backstory!

It's dark and spooky (as one would expect of the story of a ghostly child) so fair warning, but I think it's pretty good! And I thought it might feed people's curiosity about our favorite little ghost girl. I was gonna wait til somebody asked about her backstory, but I got impatient rofl.

ooc // taking a pause for a bit to say how much i FUCKING LOVE THIS??? HELLO??? this has literally had me kicking my feet the entire time making this. like if i had a tail it absolutely would be wagging like i LOVEEEE THIS!!!!!!-!-!

*As Kremy drifted off to sleep, everything snug and safe in the Carnivale, Magnolia making friends and having fun, everything juuuust fine...*

*A dream began. It wasn't quite a proper POV, it was more like he was watching from a distance, a scene begins to unfold before his eyes. He didn't feel he could alter it, just made to watch like one of the audience members in his Carnivale.*

*It was Agwe, his crime-ridden, swampy hometown; it was very far from perfect, but it was home. The vision was focused on a particular area of Agwe, a rather shady section, people bustling about, and others tucked away in the many buildings.*

*Then...a familiar sight came into view; or at least, a partially familiar sight. A little Gatorfolk girl skipped into view, using a stick to spin a plastic hoop along beside her as she giggled. She had tannish green scales, and a flowing golden dress with a bow tied around her waist, and a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a magnolia.*

*It was his daughter, certainly, but she was alive - and that's probably about the time Kremy'd begin to realize what exactly this vision would be showing him.*

*Kremy blinks, his movements feeling slow and sluggish, as if trying to move through the swamps back on Agwe.*

*His focus is turned to the little girl in the golden dress. His eyes narrow in confusion before widening in recognition. Magnolia? In scale, flesh and blood?*

*Was this a memory of hers? Maybe the Baron was showing him something? His head swirled with questions as he attempted to move towards the girl, though it felt as if he couldn’t even lift his foot.*

“Magnolia?”

*He spoke, and the sound reverberated unnaturally over the hustle and bustle of all the other passer-bys.*

ok that was fucking funny good GODS

I was wondering why that Impossiball was getting bigger… and then it hit me!

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treatin’ myself to a nice restaurant tonight, kremy would be proud 😌