Chapter Three Of The DM!memoirs AU

Chapter three of the DM!memoirs AU

Slight trigger warning emotional stuff and talk of funeral/burial.

Moomin and Hodgkins went back to the boat as fast as they could, it was a silent speed walk all the way back til they finally got on the boat.

“I’m going to go check and see if Joxter is back on the boat yet-“ said the Moomin, breaking the silence.

“Mhm.” Said hodgkins before going back to the pilot house opening the door and seeing joxter there

“hes over here.” said hodgkins from the pilot house across the boat to moomin, moomin gave a nod and went over to the two over in the pilot house joxter rubbed his eyes just waking up from his nap.

“Oh, you two are back. So did you get the answer we needed?”

Hodgkins nodded yes.

“Fancy that, I found a place that would be nice for the burial...” said the Joxter.

The Moomin then asked “So are we going to do the burial now or tomorrow?”

“First thing in the morning.” said Hodgkins “The longer we wait the worse it’ll be...” he added, he didn't elaborate but it was pretty obvious he meant the body was going to turn rotten eventually and start stinking up the boat, a very vivid and gross smell he didn’t wish to smell ever again, nor did he want to see the decomposition of the corpse of his nephew aswell.

“Makes enough sense...” said Moomin “And who should dig the hole?”

Joxter put his paws in his pockets and replied “I could do it. After all, I was the one who found the spot.”

“We dig it out now. And I'm coming with. I want to make sure it’s as nice a spot as you say.” Said Hodgkins before going into the chest in the pilot house to dig around for a lantern or two since it was getting dark out by now.

The Joxter's brow furrowed in an irritated fashion when Hodgkins said 'to make sure it’s as nice a spot as you say', he felt particularly hurt by his choice of words. Does he not trust my judgment or what?! thought the Joxter.

“Why now?” Asked the Moomin.

“So we don’t waste time doing it in the morning.” said Hodgkins before pulling out two lanterns and passing one to the Joxter.

“Oh, alright- what about shovels? Do we have shovels on board?”

Hodgkins thought for a moment before sighing disappointedly and shaking his head.

Moomin then lifted his finger as he had an idea “Perhaps we can have dinner first and then afterwards walk back to the hut that young mymble is living in, maybe we can ask her if she has a shovel...? And possibly apologize for your outburst earlier-“

“Outburst...?” Asked Joxter.

“Nevermind that-“ replied the Moomin, wanting to get to the point “Good idea or not?”

“Not hungry. But we can wait until people start returning home from the king's party.”

“Alright, then it’s settled!” said the Moomin trying to be cheerful about the fact that they had most of this sorted out.

They soon after borrowed the shovels they needed and started digging in Joxter's spot, Moomin had the idea of finding a big rock they could use as a headstone for the burial, he wandered off half way through digging to find said rock, leaving Joxter and Hodgkins to silently dig together.

“Hodgkins?” asked Joxter to break the silence.

“What?” answered Hodgkins.

“... can I take a break?”

“Of course you ask to take a break. You can’t just finish a task without bothering someone or taking a break in the process, now can you?” Hodgkins said with animosity in his voice.

“No, I guess I can’t.” replied the Joxter as he stabbed his shovel into the ground and then sat down next to the hole.

Moomin somehow managed to role a big boulder to the burial sight and place it at one end of the hole, “We can paint his name and information on it-“

“Anything but paint.” Hodgkins cut him off coldly.

Moomin thought for a moment before realizing “Oh- oh goodness I’m so sorry!“

“Yes, how awfully ironic it would be.” commented the Joxter

The next morning was bright. Joxter, Hodgkins and Moomin brought Muddler's body to the grave they dug, Muddler was carried with care by Hodgkins and it was obvious Hodgkins and Joxter were both holding in tears they best they could. Joxter had a few handfuls of Muddler's buttons in his pockets because he planned on scattering them over his resting place after the burial, when they got to the grave and Hodgkins gently placed muddler in, the waterworks started to flow.

Hodgkins stepped back and so did Joxter, there was a moment of silence before Moomin unfolded a piece of paper he had in the palm of his paw, he looked it over before he started speaking:

“I have a few words to share... I may not have known the Muddler for that long but he was an interesting fellow. I wish I had the time to get to know him more and even though he’s gone, he will live on in the memories of those who cared about him.” There was a moment of silence before Joxter took off his hat out of respect and began to add on his own word of rememberance.

“Thank you Moomin. I of course have some words to say aswell, I didn’t write any of it down but... speaking from the heart... Muddler, I don’t know what death entails... where you or your soul may be right now, but you were... everything to me... and you still are. Even if you're 'gone', I’ll keep my promise to protect your things that were so important to you, and I’ll always cherish the memories you made with me, from the day you convinced Hodgkins to take me in to now, you’ll never be out of my mind, I swear by it...” he then scattered some of the buttons he had in his pockets down into Muddler's grave before taking a step back and covering his face with his hat to try and hide his ugly crying.

“... as everyone here knows, I’m not good with words... I’m not good with sappy things of any sort... But Muddler, my dear nephew, I hope you've been reunited with your parents... I hope this is a good enough resting place for you... and I hope... I hope you can forgive me for not being a better parent...” Hodgkins said and cleared his throat and choked back tears, and with those last words the funeral was done. Muddler's grave was burried and life for the rest of the crew went on.

Some time went by, Joxter ended up meeting and interacting with a large and jolly Mymble a few times and they quickly got along, perhaps romantically even, but Joxter didn’t push that part of there relationship too much. A few flings here and there with her sure but he was still stuck on losing Muddler. He wasn’t one to move on so quickly. He occupied his time with the Mymble's company and when he wasn't with her he was taking care of Muddler's can. He had taken it to a spot in the forest that was secure, a spot that became his sort of 'home' when he wasn’t wandering or getting along with Mymble.

Hodgkins shut himself out from both Moomin and Joxter shortly after Muddler's funeral. He kept to himself and applied to be the king's royal inventor and naturally he got the job for his great skill, he kept himself always busy to occupy his thoughts, hoping to push away all the negativity of grief and all desires of being close to anyone ever again, for his own sake.

Moomin ended up living on the Oshun Oxtra trying to think of what to do now that the crew was no longer together, he pondered the idea of going on adventures by himself, but what is the joy of adventure with no one to share it with? "Or should I get straight to writing my memoirs? But what sort of sad short memoir would it be if he never truly went on a great rounded adventure? Some thing feels missing..." he pondered the posibilities for days and weeks as he tried to write something or come up with what he should do until he met a lady moomin, a Miss Moomin to be exact, who he saved in an awful storm and they promptly fell in love. They lived on the ship together as they discussed their plans for there future together, they decided to get jobs in the kingdom to earn enough to travel together and perhaps go to London.

Things were going well for Moomin.

Things were going adequately for Hodgkins.

... And the Joxter felt out of place.

Little did he know that things were about to take a great turn for him.

(End of chapter three!- sorry if this chapter sucks i sort of rushed it, I was trying to end the super sad bits. but I promise after this chapter there will be bits of sad and angst but not as much as the past chapters, the next ones will mostly focus on the after affects such as how the butterfly affect of muddler passing changes how things would have originally been.) (special thanks to @flowerbloom-arts for helping me edit this thing properly

(Illustrations and non-triggering re-cap coming soon.)

OK I JUST HAD TO RE-blog this because GOSH ITS SO DARN WHOLESOME AND JUST- BLOOM your outstanding with punching me in the heaRt (in a good way-)

Day 16; Muddler and Hodgkins

"Guess what day it is," Hodgkins said and closed the door to his study.

The small Muddler took a moment to think of the answer "... Tuesday?"

"What-? No, it's Friday-" Hodgkins corrected in a confused tone "Erm- digression aside, it's the 16th of November, your birthday."

Muddler gasped loudly and cried "OH MY GOSH REALLY??" and proceeded to hop excitedly.

"Yep, I've prepared ahead;" Hodgkins took out a wad of paper money from his pocket "Since your parents aren't... Here, I saved money to make today still special, so-" he explained and got interrupted by Muddler aggressively hugging his leg.

"YOU ARE THE MOST AMAZING UNCLE EVER THANK YOU!" Muddler yelled.

"I haven't even..." Hodgkins mumbled, confused, then he sighed and picked up Muddler by the shirt, Muddler was wiggling intensely from all the tail wagging "We're going to town for the occasion. Any plans?"

Muddler's tail slowed down to a stop at the question and tried to think very seriously about it, holding his chin and humming thoughtfully as he thought extremely hard on what he wanted for his 9th birthday.

*

"... Buttons," Hodgkins echoed and looked through the window of the fabric store.

"MHM MHM MHM!!" Muddler confirmed, he was hopping repeatedly over the wall under the window, he then looked up at Hodgkins and slapped the glass over and over to further cement his decision.

"Okay okay just don't slap windows," Hodgkins said and picked up Muddler for the poor window's sake. The two entered the store and Hodgkins greeted the owner.

"Buttons, please!" Muddler requested politely.

The store owner asked what sort, Hodgkins said a small bag of random buttons would suffice well enough.

*

The Muddler was sorting through his new buttons on the outdoors table of the café, simply getting a feel for all the buttons he'll be adding to his collection. Hodgkins couldn't help but stare in utter bewilderment at his nephew. Buttons, as a birthday gift. What? Why? Did he normally celebrate this way with his parents...?

...

Oh sweet goodness, Hodgkins hasn't even considered asking how Muddler usually celebrates his birthdays beyond what he sees during his birthday visits. He's such a fool, an idiot, a nincompoop even! Is it acceptable to ask right now? On his very birthday? What would he think of his socially inept uncle? Maybe he isn't cut out to be his caretaker afterall, what was he thinking taking on this tremendous task of raising another creature-

"Look at this one!" Muddler stood up on his chair and showed his uncle a round square-shaped button with a pattern resembling a tiger's eye gemstone "Excuse me! Doesn't it look neat??"

"Yes," Hodgkins replied, his eyes shifted downward at the collection as he was deciding if he should ask.

Muddler noticed the look on his face, he sat back down and fidgeted with the button "You're not sad because mom and daddy aren't here, are you?" he asked worriedly "I think it's nice that it's just the two of us this year! You're really nice and good and I like you! We don't get to hang out that much on my birthday! And they're going to come back someday, right?" he added, trying to cheer his uncle up.

Hodgkins inhaled deeply as everything Muddler said stung very badly, it's always been just the two of them since spring, his parents are gone... Would Muddler consider him all those nice things if he knew? He was trying very hard to hold back any sign of grief or guilt "Y-yeah, yes. Just... Don't know how you celebrate your birthday, normally."

"Excuse me, but I don't think that matters!" Muddler said reassuringly "This year is different afterall! I wanna see what an uncle Hodgkins birthday looks like!"

Hodgkins' face lit up and his ears lifted "... Opinion on boats?"

"I don't like big water very much.. too big. I get sick alot..." Muddler replied.

Hodgkins slumped down on his chair and seemed annoyed with himself. He tapped a finger on the table and another idea popped up "Stars, night sky, what about them?"

"They're very pretty!" Muddler answered happily.

"Perfect."

*

The day went from drowsy to nighttime, a fall night is always very cold so the two made sure to get cozy before going out. Muddler still held onto his birthday buttons as they crept up the hill not too far from Hodgkins' house in the forest, he was curious as to what any of this could mean.

Hodgkins lay down a blanket and lantern on the ground and sat on it, he patted his side and the Muddler followed, sitting right next to him.

"Excuse me, but.... Why are we here?" Muddler asked, looking up at his uncle but then getting distracted by his visible breath in the cold air.

"Your grandmother did this every year for mine and your father's birthdays. Look at the stars, the moon, and tell stories until either of us fell asleep,"

Muddler gasped "Dad told me stories for my birthday! Are YOU gonna tell me a story??"

"She made them up on the spot I think- can't do that myself. Horrible storyteller."

"Oh come on! I'll like it! Even if it's bad!" Muddler insisted.

Hodgkins stared at Muddler from the sheer bluntness of that what he said, Hodgkins shook his head and tried to think "If you insist..." he leaned forward and thought deeply. Muddler waited very patiently.

Hodgkins suddenly started mumbling; "A story starts with once upon a time, I suppose..." he leaned back and thought some more, finally, he had something, and started to speak;

Once upon a time, there were... Two brothers. Princes. They lived with their mother and father the king and queen.

They two were opposites but inseparable and cared for eachother very much, the younger was very artistic and loved the natural beauty of the world around him, the older was objective and sought to create new things from the already existing. They lived a boring but functional family life, the queen being a complicated woman of foreign origins, and the king being a distinguished gentleman with secrets he daren't tell. Things went on as you'd expect with such a family, until one day the father was killed by a horrid snake and the castle fell to ruin and the kidgdom fell apart. Despite all this; the brothers stayed together for as long as they could, but then the younger fell in love and had gotten married, leaving his elder brother behind. The elder felt happy, as the younger had always wanted this to happen, but he couldn't help but feel let down deep in the back of his head. The younger brother had a child and he wanted to become a real artist and make his name known in the world beyond his relation to royalty, but time and time again that chance was denied and he had to settle for a lesser job that made him deeply, DEEPLY unhappy. And then one spring....

Hodgkins stopped as he felt something gently hit his paw on the ground, he looked down and saw that Muddler had already fallen asleep. Hodgkins sighed and picked up his nephew.

"Knew the story was terrible..." he whispered to himself "Wasn't even being original."

Hey update on my moomins au! It will be referred to as “DMmemoirs” or the “DM!au” DM standing for dead muddler naturally,

Second thing is that I’m planning on writing a re-cap of what happened in the first chapter just with less details so people who do have triggers can read it a bit more comfortably, with a version of the original illustration made for chapter one but without the red paint covering muddler because it could look like Some thing triggering to some one else,

Hopefully chapter two will be written by today as well but no promises on that. Welp that’s all for now thanks for reading!

Recent drawing of my ocs! I can’t draw backgrounds or shoes for the life of me- I gotta practice that.

If any one wants to do an art trade or commission of any sort just dm me!/genuine!

DM!memoirs au Chapter 2

(TRIGGER WARNING! Mention of burial/funeral, and well just over all emotional stuff?)

The boat had been landed for some time before anyone decided to step off...

Joxter, after bawling his eyes out for at least an hour straight and his voice had become hoarse from yelling, had now sat on the floor a small distance away from the cold corpse in simple disbelief, his head pounded from all of this all so suddenly. Moomin sat there with joxter not sure how to... help? How to react? He wasn’t as close to Muddler as Joxter or Hodgkins were of course but he still felt immense remorse and sorrow for the two.

“I... I shouldn’t have let him sleep...” mumbled the Joxter in a quiet, saddened voice.

“Don’t blame yourself, Joxter.” replied the Moomin, hesitantly patting Joxter's back.

Joxter stared at the covered body with a pained look “Maybe if I didn’t let him sleep he would have... He would've still been alive now-“

Moomin cleared his throat anxiously “Joxter... at least he died peacefully... maybe you should come get some fresh air with me outside...?”

“Do you really think right now is the right time? He’s already gone, don’t try to rip me away from him more.”

“I just mean this is unhealthy for you to just... stare... I’m not saying move on right this minute but at least get some air- try to bring yourself together-“

“Moomin, will you just- shut up and leave it be?! Leave ME be! If YOU want to leave then go right ahead! I need... time.”

The Moomin gave a nod, looking down guiltily he slowly left the lower deck of the ship to leave Joxter with his dead lover, he was thinking about checking in on Hodgkins but... He didn't know how Hodgkins would react to being comforted. He stepped out to the top deck of the boat and looked out to the new land they found themselves in, he decided to let down the ramp and get off, take a small walk around to see if he could find anyone to check if this place was inhabited.

Meanwhile the Joxter scooted closer to the Muddler's body partially wanting to uncover his face to see him one last time knowing it wouldn’t be long before he’s unable to see him ever again. Knowing the inevitability of having to bury his best friend, and the first person he had ever truly fallen in love with. he of course couldn't stomach the thought of uncovering his corpse, so he went ahead and held Muddler's cold paw for a moment instead, soon after quickly letting go. The sinking feeling of knowing there was no more life in that body... in the body that was once a living person... it was an awful feeling that was almost suffocating, he quickly ran out of the lower deck to the top deck unable to bear it any longer. He leaned over the edge of the boat, unable to comprehend his current feelings.

Meanwhile; Hodgkins had been sitting in the pilot-house suffering similarly but in silence. The young man he had raised just all of a sudden gone, from something so avoidable no less. Something he could easily blame himself for. He had been staring blankly out the window, he had watched when Moomin left the boat and he saw when Joxter stood hunched over the railing. Part of him wanted to go and comfort Joxter. But why would he? So he can inevitably fail at it? To make the situation worse? What was he to say? He never said much in the first place especially to Joxter and he and Joxter butted heads more or less since Joxter was young. But, since Muddler begged him to let Joxter stay with them, why shouldn’t he go comfort Joxter? He practically raised him as well since he was by Muddler's side for ages, yet he knew he couldn’t say he was as close to Joxter as he was with Muddler. He had a second awful feeling bubbling up, the feeling that he had failed as an adoptive father figure, to both Joxter and Muddler. He felt angry with himself for a moment and slammed his paws on his desk before shouting out loud:

“WHY?!”

Such a shout had almost shaken the entire boat with it, Joxter heard it and decided to step off the boat as well, he had never heard Hodgkins yell like that before, and he didn’t want to see the details of it all, Joxter wandered alone on the new landscape.

He walked along the short stone walls to get a feel for where he was so he wouldn’t get lost so soon, so he could make his way back to where he was for the most part, he then came across Moomin again, who was talking to the mymble's daughter, asking questions about this place.

“This is the Autocrat's kingdom! How wouldn't you know that? Also I’m not allowed to talk to strangers, my mother will be upset-“ giggled the girl before opening the door and stepping out, Joxter went over to them. Moomin turned his attention to him.

“Oh, Joxter! Are you doing better?” Asked the Moomin.

Joxter looked down and shrugged “Better than Hodgkins at least... or... I think so anyways. Why are you talking to a little girl?”

“Ugh, you make it sound so weird- I’m asking her if anyone else lives here since no one else is around at the moment!”

“They're all at the king's party, including my mother and my siblings!” The mymble's daughter replied joyfully “I can bring you both there if you want!”

“No thank you. We have more important things to deal with currently... but may I ask what’s the party for?”

“It’s the king's 100th birthday! It’s very special, that’s why every ones there! Also, what’s more important than a big royal party?” replied the mymble's daughter

“I don’t think I should explain, sorry.“ said Moomin “But your mother really shouldn’t have left you alone like this-“ he added

“Well, young mymbles tend to be short from what I heard, maybe she’s old enough to be on her own at home and she just doesn’t look it-“ suggested the Joxter.

“Exactly! I’m actually 66!“ Said the mymble's daughter, obviously lying “Anyways, can you two come to the party with me?”

“Well, this might be one of the only times we'll be able to talk to the king about the situation and ask him for permission for a burial, so...” said Moomin to the Joxter

“This is all so complicated and frustrating...” mumbled the Joxter

“Tell me about it...” Moomin replied to Joxter quietly “Where do we go on from here?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious...?” said the Joxter

“Well yes, we have to ask for permission and then find a place to bury Muddler, but we need to find a place first... and get Hodgkin's input aswell...”

“... Maybe you should do that part.” said Joxter

“You mean talking to Hodgkins? But you’ve known him longer!” Retorted the Moomin

“He doesn’t talk to me much and trust me, I think you would do better... I think I need to do some more walking on my own for now.” replied the Joxter

“Are you just going to avoid the situation?”

“As much as I can. Yes.” answered the Joxter before walking off again into nearby wooded area far away from the rest of civilization on this island. He was planning to return later but he might as well walk around and try to clear away as many feelings as he could.

The Moomin paced around planning out what to say and do first to help get this all over with, the mymble's daughter had overheard his conversation with Joxter and skipped over to him.

“you need permission to bury some thing you said?”

“Yes I did, but why are you nosing around in others' conversations?”

“Well I can help you! You can ask the king for permission to bury whatever you want, he's an easy going guy but the hard part of getting to him will be the maze,”

“The what?”

“The maze and the puzzles to get to the garden of course! I can help you get there and through if you want!”

“I suppose it would be interesting to finally meet a real king...but I wouldn’t want to ask him during a party if we could... oh nevermind, I’ll figure it out on my own.” Moomin pondered

“And I won’t have to walk alone! Come on!” Said the mymble's daughter, trying to be convincing. Afterall, she didn’t know the details of what Moomin and Joxter were so wrapped up about, she assumed they were just having a bad day.

“Let me talk to my friend back in his boat first, I need to see what he says before I agree.”

“Oh fine... you adults are no fun-“ she went back to her hut and pouted as she waited for Moomin to get back.

Moomin went back to the ship finally working up the courage to try and console Hodgkins. He knocked on the door to the pilot-house, Moomin stood there for a minute or two before sitting by the door and began to talk through it.

“Hodgkins, sir, I know you're in there- I don’t know where Joxter went but he said he needed some time to walk around, I’m guessing to clear his head... I know you're... probably going through a lot with the current situation and I’m sad about it too of course but we can’t just sit around and let the body stay there... we need to find somewhere to bury him but we might need permission from the local king who runs this place- I ran into a mymble and she told me the king's having his 100th birthday party today and that’s why there’s not many people here right now- i just thought to fill you in on that, I know you don’t like to talk things out or talk much in general but... you get the point, we should go because it might be one of the few chances we can properly talk to him.” The Moomin then went silent for a few moments pressing his ear against the door, he then heard footsteps coming from the inside of the room and hodgkins opened it up and looked down at Moomin.

“Alright...” said Hodgkins before offering Moomin a hand up, he looked tired, and messy, his whiskers were all crooked aswell.

“Hrm...” Hodgkins stood thinking for a moment, he gave a nod 'yes' and walked ahead off the ship “If this is what it takes to get Muddler a proper resting place then fine.”

“There’s just one issue-“ Moomin piped

“And what would that be?” replied Hodgkins rather coldly

“There’s an entire maze we have to go through to get to the castle, so if we want to go through we will have to take the mymble girl with us to solve the puzzles.”

Hodgkins took a deep annoyed sigh and gave another simple nod in understanding. They went to tell the mymble's daughter they were ready to go and the three of them went on their way.

The mymble's daughter was excited and happy about the maze, there were painted eggs for them to find along the way, Moomin and the mymble's daughter stopped a few times to pick up the eggs. Moomin was trying to keep the mood light and maybe even cheer up Hodgkins a tiny bit trying to get his mind off of mourning.

“Come on Hodgkins, have some fun! You should grab that egg up there! Neither of us can reach it!” suggested the Moomin. Hodgkins grabbed it and held it between his pointer finger and thumb.

“That’s the spirit!” said the mymble's daughter, then Hodgkins stared at them and crushed the egg and tossed it to the ground.

Moomin's ears went down and so did his tail “Got it- let’s just rush through the maze then-“ he looked down and continued to pick up the pace.

The mymble's daughter was disappointed “what a buzz kill!” She retorted but Hodgkins didn’t reply and just continued. Eventually they ran into a bunch of pranks mostly involving fake mechanical spiders and things of that sort.

Hodgkins. Was not. Having it.

He crushed one of the fake spiders in anger “All of this just to ask for permission to bury my darn NEPHEW!”

The mymble's daughter fearfully walked ahead without them because of Hodgkin's clearly boiling anger and they where almost out of the maze anyway. They continued past a few more pranks and got through to their end goal: the King's birthday party.

As they entered moomin took in his surroundings seeing tables of food and a carousel and and happy cheerful faces and a very large old man sitting on a thrown with a crown he was amazed to be in the same room as royalty but hodgkins on the other hand was less then thrilled he got straight to the point and walked over to the king with a serious expression “excuse me your kingship I’m apologize for asking you this on your momentous 100th birthday but may I have your permission to bury my nephew on your Island.”

The King looked down at Hodgkins, lifted an eye brow then chuckled out loud thinking it was some sort of dark joke “Oh ho! Aren't you a strange one! Go ahead bury him where ever you want! Better yet, bury him in front of my castle! Hopefully he’ll come and haunt me!”

Hodgkins sighed, annoyed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not a joke your highness. May I bury him on your island? Simple yes or no.”

The King's expression quickly, faded his eyebrows lifted in surprise his smile turned into to an awkward frown “Ho- oh my... uhm... of course- bury him where you would... like- uhm...” he cleared his throat because never in all of his 100 years of life had someone ever asked him such a blunt question especially one of this matter. Hodgkins then ended the conversation with a quick “Thank you.” And left.

He got the answer he needed.

Joxter had spent his afternoon scouting out the area, and along his walk he found a peaceful clearing right before the forest started but far away enough from houses and homes for it to be a proper resting place. He put some stuck some sticks out of the ground to mark the area and remember it before going back to the boat just to find he was the only one there at the moment. He decided to go to the pilot-house and rest on the couch in there until Moomin and Hodgkins returned from where ever they were.

(Sorry if it’s a bit messy I had technical difficulties while typing ✨because my phone hates meeees✨/slight joking)

End of chapter two. Illustrations being added soon-

Chapter five of the DM!Memoirs au, sorry it took so long to post! Trigger free!

Once again special thanks to @flowerbloom-arts for helping me properly edit all this ✨

Fuzzy had woken up bright and early from the hollow tree she spent the night in. It was rather uncomfortable naturally, so she stretched and took a few moments to really wake up. She brushed herself off to make sure no leaves or bugs were crawling on her dress, then she opened her basket and took out a comb brushing out her fur a bit. She put it back in the basket before trying to hype herself up for the day.

She was starting to feel the regret of leaving home sink in and she REALLY didn’t want it to sink in “Alright Fuzzy! You got this! All you have to do is get a job! That can’t be that hard...” she tried to reassure herself.

She walked into the outskirts of the kingdom far away from where her family lived and looked around for job opening signs, she sadly didn’t have any luck, and she was too embarrassed and nervous to go into shops herself and ask if they were hiring or would be willing to hire her. After a while she leaned against a stone wall and sighed trying to come up with a better game plan but came up with nothing.

Meanwhile, Joxter did what he normally did every day; he slept in. But when he did wake up his stomach growled and decided it would be a good idea to visit Mymble, hoping she would have leftovers from breakfast to give him. Ussually he would just stick to picking his own fruit and catching his own fish to eat but he was beginning to get sick of having that everyday.

Joxter made it to Mymble's home, he managed to knock on the door once before an avalanche of kids opened the door and trampled him. It was like a wave crashed over him and he was drowning, the kids were shouting and laughing and eventually Mymble came over asking loudly:

“What’s with all the commotion, children?” it wasn't an angry sort of loud, more of a normal sort of loud just so the kids could hear her.

The smallest child of the bunch spoke up “Mamma, your boyfriend Joxter is here!”

Joxter managed to reach a hand out from the pile of kids as though he was waving for a life preserver and Mymble was that life preserver in this case. She easily picked him up from the pile with her strong arms and chuckled.

“Are you alright, dear?” Mymble asked, Joxter was naturally gasping for air before he managed to say. “You should really get a leash for your kids-“ half jokingly, Mymble then laughed

“As if I haven’t tried! They chew through them to quickly.” She (hopefully) joked, she then put Joxter down and the kids went back to playing somewhere else “So what brings you over this time, Joxter? Do you want food or do you want to spend time with me?”

“A bit of both, of course...” replied Joxter

“I'm so sorry Jox, I did save you a plate of leftovers but I ended up eating them since you took so long to get here!”

“Darn.” replied Joxter disappointedly with a shrug, he wasn’t too disappointed about it but he was still hungry.

“Oh wait Joxter! While you're here, there's something important I wanted to tell you-”

“Just in a bit Mymble, you know how I am on an empty stomach, I can’t remember anything. I’m going to go get myself something to eat then I’ll come back later.“

“Oh! Alright then, if you say so, see you later darling.” said the Mymble as Joxter snuck off quickly so that the kids didn’t notice him leaving and try to trample him again.

Joxter walked around town trying to think of what to do to get something tasty around here until he caught a whiff of something sweet and delicious, he looked around and saw a pie sitting on a windowsill, most likely to cool down. Joxter thought to himself

'It's just a pie it won’t be missed to much...'

He casually walked closer to the windowsill, it seemed as though no one was there to witness him so he took his gloves out of his pocket, put them on and grabbed the pie (he put the gloves on just so he wouldn’t burn his hands if the pie was still to hot), and lastly he casually moseyed off with it so he wouldn’t seem suspicious- that is until the person who baked the pie came running out of his house with a rolling pin in hand shouting

“GIVE THAT PIE BACK RIGHT NOW YOU FILTHY JAY!”

Joxter's eyes widened and his casual walk turned into a fast sprint, he went faster than the guy chasing him but he still knew he had to get away somehow, he turned a corner and ended up running into a dead end of a stone wall. He could either run left or right along the wall until getting somewhere but he decided that both solutions were stupid, he'll just climb it! No one would expect him to climb over! He carefully put the pie on top of the wall and tried to climb it- the Fuzzy happened to be there, she was surprised and said “Mr. Joxter?”

Joxter turned his head “You're the fuzzy from yesterday, aren't you?”

“I am! But why are you climbing over the wall?”

“There's no time to explain! If you see an angry man with rolling pin tell him I went somewhere else!” he then said and climbed over the wall, taking the pie with him. Fuzzy was very confused for a moment but then the man with the rolling pin saw Fuzzy standing there at what seemed like a dead end, he looked at her and said

“Did you see where that scoundrel went with my pie!?”

“S-scoundrel?” She replied

“YES! THE BUM WHO WENT BY THIS WAY! THERE'S NO WAY YOU DIDN'T SEE HIM!” Shouted the man. This startled Fuzzy and she pointed at the opposite direction.

“He- he ran along that way!” she lied in a shy voice.

The man fell for it and that’s what mattered but of course it dawned on Fuzzy that Joxter was stealing that pie.

“How hypocritical... That Joxter got mad at me for trying to take a few buttons from a tin but here he is stealing a pie!” She was curious as to why joxter was stealing a pie so she tossed her basket of belongings over the stone wall, climbed over aswell and went ahead to where she thought he might be, she made her way to the forest to the Muddler's old tin and looked around.

“Joxter sir? Are you around here?” She said as she cautiously walked around the tin looking for him, she didn’t think to look up until he replied.

“Up here.“ the familial voice said, she then looked up and spotted the Joxter sitting in a tree branch with the pie tin in hand and a fork.

“Oh-! Pardon me but be careful! You might fall!”

“I never fall! And if I do It’s on purpose. So it shouldn't be a problem.” He said casually before jumping down with cat like reflex, not dropping a single crumb of the pie. Fuzzy was startled by his sudden jump down and she stepped back a little.

“What brings you back here? Trying to steal more buttons?” asked the Joxter in a menacing tone.

“Oh! No no pardon me! Sorry! I just uhm... wanted to say I told the man you went the other way to get him off your track, l-like you told me to.”

“So you did?” replied the Joxter raising an eyebrow before walking over to the tin can and sitting with his back to the wall of it before taking another bite of pie “Thank you. But that still doesn’t answer why you're here. There must be some other reason.” Joxter said in a rather foreboding manner.

“I’m sorry but- I just... I wanted to ask...” the Fuzzy stammered “You stole that pie, didn't you...? I’m sorry but I only want to ask why...”

“I was hungry, that’s why! Why else would someone steal a pie?” the Joxter asked rhetorically and laughed.

“Oh-! I mean of course! I just- well-“

“What? Did you want to share the pie with me because you helped me not get caught? You can go ahead, I’ve had my fill.” He offered her the other half of the pie.

“Oh no thank you Joxter sir-“ she said as her stomach growled a bit on account of her not having dinner last night, or even breakfast for that matter.

“You sure, miss?” replied the Joxter.

"... Maybe just a nibble if that's ok with you...” she sat down a few steps away across from Joxter as he passed her the pie tin.

The Fuzzy took a bite before continuing to talk.

“What I really meant when I asked you why you stole the pie was... well... you got angry with me for trying to take a few buttons from your friend's tin but here you are stealing from someone aswell...” she said sheepishly before taking a few bites of the pie.

“I stole a pie from someone who is alive and well, someone who could easily bake another pie. Some one who has a roof over their heads and most likely enough money to go out and get more ingredients. It was dumb of him to leave a pie on a windowsill anyway, I’m pretty sure anyone would know the chances of a pie getting stolen if left on a windowsill like that, and lastly food is a necessity for most living things. YOU on the other hand? You tried to steal from a dead man- then again you didn’t know the details but you where stealing things that were far from necessary for living. Things that are more or less frivolous in its own way.”

“... Hm... I suppose that does make sense... and I'm sorry, again, for the trouble I caused you yesterday Joxter sir.”

“Alright hold on, so two things I need to say real quick; one, stop saying sorry, it’s fine, if anything it’s rather nice that I met you-“

“Really?”

Joxter nodded “Gives me someone new to talk to. And you remind me of someone close to me- but besides the point the second thing is if we are going to keep talking you need to stop calling me 'SIR', just call me Joxter! Or Jox! Or anything that isn't so formal!” he said sir dramatically in a funny mocking way.

Fuzzy smiled a bit “what ever you say jox-sir.“ she giggled and Joxter laughed a little too.

“Oh ha ha, a play on words on my name, real cute.“ he rolled his eyes in a lighthearted way.

“Sorry, sorry, was it to much?” asked the Fuzzy, a bit worried.

“Too much? Not at all, I can get used to that nickname I think, just until you can get used to calling me Jox or Joxter.”

The two ended up chatting and getting to know eachother a bit while Fuzzy finished the rest of the pie, after that they took a walk around the forest and Joxter told her all his happy and funny stories from when he was younger, his stories of pulling pranks on Hodgkins and digging through dumps to find things Muddler would like, and so on, the Fuzzy liked to listen to the stories, she wasn’t much of a talkative lady herself but she was enjoying the company and time with Joxter. After a while Joxter wanted to hear some more about Fuzzy.

“So, what about you?” asked the Joxter after finishing up one of his tales.

“Me?” asked the Fuzzy in slight surprise that someone would ask about her.

“Yeah, you must have atleast some interesting stories to tell, don't you? Or at the very least tell me a bit more about your childhood, you’ve been so quiet.”

“Oh, well... my childhood wasn’t to interesting like yours seems to be. I just did a lot of errands for my parents and worked a lot with them, they never even took the time to name me properly like they did with my other siblings...“

Joxter looked over to her a bit saddened by what she said “I’m sorry then, but look on the bright side! You have the rest of your life ahead of you to make your own path in life and find things or people who make you happy!”

“But that seems to be such a difficult thing to do! I don’t even know what I want in life! I just want to be stable, I suppose... live somewhere peaceful where people won’t take my things. I never got to keep many things to myself and all, and when I did get things of my own it was usually junk I stole or found- I hate to admit it since it’s so... un-lady like of me to steal.”

“Is that what the basket is for, then? Holding your little collection of things?” He said as he pointed at her basket.

“Yes it is! I carry it with me everywhere for that reason.”

“Even when you sleep...?”

“Especially then! Someone could take it from me otherwise!”

“Why don’t you find a hiding spot for it?”

“There are no good hiding spots..."

“I could watch over it for you if you’d like.” suggested the Joxter “Don’t worry, I don’t want more junk added to the tin pile so I won’t take anything from your basket.”

“That’s very kind but no thank you. I believe I’ll figure something out eventually.”

The Joxter shrugged “So... since you don’t have a lot of happy stories you want to share, how about you think about what you want to do with your life going forward and tell me about that, like a dream home and such?”

“Hm... I have thought of that plenty of times before... I want to get married someday to the perfect man, someone who will hold my paw and not get mad at me when I make mistakes... I want to live somewhere calm where I can have a garden and we’ll probably have a mostly self sustainable life but a comfortable one for sure. Maybe have a kid or two as well...”

“That sounds nice, so how would you want that how would you want that 'perfect man' to propose to you? I know most people want some sort of fancy elaborate proposal.“

“Oh I’m not one for anything too fancy, someone could give me a button on a twist tie for a ring and I would be happy.” She joked “But in all seriousness I think I would just want something thought out but not too extravagant. I wouldn’t want to think of the 'perfect proposal' because as long as it’s well thought out it would be perfect to me.”

There was a quiet but nice moment between them as they walked back to Muddler's can where they saw that the sun was starting to set.

“Oh goodness, it’s so late already...!“ mumbled the Fuzzy

“Would you... like me to walk you home? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, it’s a bit scary to be walking alone at night, or so I've heard.” he said kindly

“Oh, but I wouldn’t want to bother you!” replied the Fuzzy

“It really wouldn’t be a bother, it’s not like I have anything better to do and spending time with you was rather... 'refreshing', I suppose. I haven’t talked to someone for an entire day like this for a while.”

“Oh well... that’s sweet of you but may I be honest...? I don’t have anywhere to go... I left my family during the flying ship ceremony thing- last night I sort of spent the night in a hollow tree and today I was supposed to find a job but I couldn’t find anything until I ran into you-“

“Wait, you're living in a hollow tree-?“

“It’s not that bad! I’ll get on my feet eventually, I’m just lucky it hasn’t rained at all yet.” said the Fuzzy trying not to seem worried about the situation.

Joxter was thinking to himself for a moment and in his head it was like he heard Muddler talking as though he was being part of his conscience 'you can’t just leave her to sleep in a tree! Thats rather sad! Just because you're okay with sleeping in places like that doesn’t mean a lady like her should have to sleep in a tree!' Joxter furrowed his brow a bit before saying “Do you know how to pick berries or forage?”

“Well... no...“ answered the Fuzzy, slightly embarrassed

“Do you atleast know how to fish?”

“No, not that either...”

“I’ll have to teach you some time then, just so you can survive in the forest you know. And... if you want I suppose you can stay in the tin until you find a place of your own.”

“Oh goodness Joxter, I can’t just invade your privacy like that! That's just... Impolite!”

“I insist it’s better than you sleeping in a tree or getting rained on, you would catch a cold and I would feel guilty!”

“Can I really stay with you...?” Asked the Fuzzy

“Sure- as long as you don’t steal anything, I’m fine with it.”

The Fuzzy then started to tear up and hugged Joxter, that took him by surprise so he froze up.

“Oh thank you Joxter! This is the nicest thing anyone's done for me!”

After that, they moved some of the clutter in the can around so one half of the can was designated for Fuzzy. They made a makeshift mattress for her out of soft fabrics and blankets that were in the can and she slept the most comfortable she had ever slept in a while and Joxter was... surprisingly thrilled to have someone around again, when Fuzzy slept he sat outside the can and whispered to the calm noises of the night as though Muddler was there with him “I know I said before I shouldn’t be wrapped up about her but... I feel like you sent her my way a second time as a sign... so... thank you, Muddler.“

“Goodness, please tell me you're not talking to yourself again!“ said the Moomin catching Joxter by suprise.

“Can you not sneak up on me like that?! You damn near gave me a heart attack!”

“Well pardon me, no need to be so defensive! Just wanted to tell you that you missed a lot by not coming to the launching ceremony yesterday.”

“Missed a lot? Well to you, sure. But I had other plans yesterday and I had a lovely day today so I would rather you leave me be as to not ruin my mood.”

“Yes you missed a lot! Hodgkins actually asked if you were coming- I have a feeling he was bummed out when you didn’t come. And what were you doing yesterday, anyway? Going out with Mymble or something?”

“I wasn’t out with Mymble but that’s none of your business, anyhow!”

Fuzzy heard the racket outside the can so she poked her head out with tired eyes and saw the two talking “Pardon me, but what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Oh sorry Fuzzy- just a friend of mine coming to say hello. But I think he’ll be taking his leave right about now.”

“It’s alright, I’m going back to sleep now... good night..” She said tiredly before going back to lay down in the can.

Moomin was a bit surprised by the random fuzzy he had never met before

“Oooohh... a lady friend? But what about Mymble?”

“Just a friend. She has nowhere else to go.” said Joxter dragging Moomin away from the can by the arm to not bother Fuzzy's sleep even more.

“Just a friend?! Joxter just a friend wouldn’t be sleeping in the same tin you sleep in! Mymble actually loves you I thought you were actually going to start setting up a life with her based on what she had told me!”

“I never made a 'relationship' with Mymble. So stop looking so deeply into it! Fuzzy's just my friend and Mymble is just... a person I care deeply about."

“Deeply enough to have flings with her but not to actually date her?”

“Shut up, Moomin! Just because you were ready to date some lady who washed up on shore doesn’t mean I should be ready to date Mymble just because she loves me! I don’t know how to feel, alright?! So leave it be-!“

Moomin sighed “Whatever you say Joxter, the reason I really came over was to tell you that I plan on moving away to London soon.”

“London? Really?”

“Yes! Turns out I have family over there! I have an aunt and she heard of me when hearing about Hodgkins' ship and she sent a telegram saying she was going to come out this way to bring me to London with her!”

Joxter looked down a bit not sure of what to make this 'oh look another person leaving you- first Muddler died then Hodgkins cut contact- oh wait then you had the chance you had at fixing your relationship with him and you ruined it and now Moomin's leaving too, you have no one now.' he thought to himself

“Great for you. Go home, pack your bags, do what you need. You leaving us won’t affect me in the slightest.“

“Well you don’t need to be rude about it, Joxter! Good luck having a sad little life in a can! GOOD DAY!” He started to leave dramatically

“Good day?! You mean good night mr. I’m so perfeCt wiTh my writing aNd readIng aNd whaTeVer-!” He stuck out his tounge at Moomin in a mocking way before going up in a tree to reflect on things until he fell asleep.