{Glow of the Moon, Glow of our Hearts}
this is a (discontinued btw) moonjumper x reader fic bc im hella gay for this man
just warning you, theres probably gonna be a bit of angst and some mentions/implications of 4b^53. and the bastard noodle being...
*•°:•°: *:•° *:•°❁🌔🌕🌖❁*•°:•°: *:•° *:•° {A/N: If a word/sentence is underlined and has a number at the end, there is a note related to it at the end of the chapter. Also, I drew the custom contract.} *•°:•°: *:•° *:•°❁🌔🌕🌖❁*•°:•°: *:•° *:•° {🌔} (Y/N)'s POV {🌖} *•°:•°: *:•° *:•°❁🌔🌕🌖❁*•°:•°: *:•° *:•°
Oh god. Oh fuck. The rumours are true. This place is haunted. Well I'm just boned, aren't I?
"Yeah, you're probably just dumb," said the noodly purple-black phantom in front of me. "Seriously, how stupid are you to think you can just camp out here in my forest?! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"
I didn't respond, I simply stood there and stared, mouth agape. I was scared shitless (in this situation, who the hell wouldn't be?), so I just couldn't think of a response. After he finished laughing a (kinda dumb) stereotypical evil villain laugh, he continued on. "Ahem. Anyway, normally I would just eat your soul and toss your body, but you just so happened to come here right when I needed a new mindless servant. So, I've got a deal for you!" With a snap of his... claws? Fingers? With a snap of his weird claw-fingers, a piece of paper and quill pen appeared in a puff of smoke. "I have this little piece of paper here. Don't mind the details, just sign your name right there at the bottom!" he said, the jack-o-lantern grin on his face seeming to grow even wider. I slowly looked down in the direction of the paper the spectre summoned:
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___________________________________________________ CONTRACT Freshen Up the Forest
[ ] Clear overgrown grass in Subcon Village [ ] Clear fallen leaves and branches in Subcon Village [ ] Remove ice from the border
I will be keeping the following hostage: YOUR SOUL ...but keep anything you find along the way!
Still understandably confused and scared, I just continued staring, wide-eyed and afraid. How the hell else was I supposed to react? I came into a supposedly haunted forest to prove the rumours of the haunting wrong (because of a dare, though), but I proved them oh, so right instead, and now I'm standing here, face-to-face with the soul-eating Shade, The Snatcher.
When I did finally manage to speak, the only thing that left my mouth was a mumbled "What the fuck?" I couldn't believe what was happening. I came into Subcon to prove the rumours of a haunting wrong, got caught by something—or someone, rather—I thought didn't exist (and was trying to disprove the existence of), and now he's telling me to sign a contract entailing upkeep around his so-called 'kingdom', and he will no doubt take my soul from my body the moment I sign it. This is just downright fucking insane. This makes absolutely zero sense. None, nada, zip. This is total bullshit. I am not going to die in here.
