Ohhh But Im Not Done Althea.

Ohhh but I’m not done Althea.

The prince and the blacksmith live in the castle. They adopt a clever and kind little princess. One day the prince meets a pauper and recognizes him as a former inmate of the same dungeon he was imprisoned in. Wanting to help he lets the pauper into his home. The blacksmith is immediately skeptical, not trusting a former criminal and fearing his power over the prince will be threatened. He doesn’t want the prince to go free so he hatches a plan to create a similar object that will allow the blacksmith to control the pauper too. But the pauper is a clever man, privy to the blacksmith’s plans he enlists the help of the war god who is a friend of the prince. Together they trick the blacksmith into the dungeon and lock him inside, casting the cursed crown down with him and freeing the prince.

Althea wipes her eyes sniffling. "Is the prince happy?"

I didn’t mean to break him I was just joking!

Ardent, walks into the room. He gives Domino a hug. "Good news!"

Domino tilts his head waiting for the news.

"Sam's coming home early!"

Being Dream doesn’t make you inherently evil. That’s not how that works. Running from who you were isn’t healthy

Pet lays still savoring this moment of peaceful closeness with his owner. Eventually, the snoring tapers off and Quackity opens his eyes, he stretches hand contacting with Pet. He sits up, bewildered. "Oh shit. I forgot to put my Toy away." He pinches Pet's cheek "You don't mind do you? What am I saying, of course you don't. You haven’t had a single thought in that fucking head of yours in months." His hand trails down his cheek to his neck. Gently his lifts his chin with his thumb. Pet leans his cheek into the touch. "You're so greedy." He lifts his other hand, wrapping both of them around his neck and squeezing until his toy powers down.

domino i just wish you good luck now for no reason in particular

Domino shakes his head dissapointed.

TIMELINE SHIFT EVENT START!

Sam: in prison

Dreams: living with Techno

Quackity: at large

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "The Crows," featured in New & Selected Poems of Mary Oliver