ALL IS WELL NOW // OPEN, RETURN

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    It had been a rough couple of months.
    Buttercup couldn't remember anything except the darkness, the stuff so black that it swallowed them. It had been absolutely horrible, and it had scared them so much. Between being tortured and the death of their father, Mettaton, and then being pushed back into the very back of Chara's mind... it had been too much. Their SOUL was a bit tattered, they were a bit unstable now. They had never feared the night before, but now Buttercup was certain that they would stay wide awake when the moon showed its face.
    They shivered at the thought.
    "M-Muffet? Sans? Tama?" Buttercup called shakily, voice laced with fear and longing. They wished everything could be normal again. That was what they wanted. For once, their brown eyes were wide open as they searched for their friends, trying so hard to find them so Buttercup could hold on and never let go. They couldn't lose anyone ever again. It would just be too much.


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    Who could be calling her using that name?


    Feeling rather curious, the five eyed fem approached the source. It took her a moment to realize who she was looking at, but when it did strike her, she released a shout of delighr. "Oh my god, dearie! You're back!"


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    "...!"
    Buttercup felt as though they might burst into tears when they saw her. All of these pent-up feelings swirling in their chest like emotion soda were about to burst right out of them. The child began to dart over to their friend, their best friend, reaching out to hug her as tightly as they could just to feel secure again. Safety had gone amiss in their time spent in Chara's head; it had long abandoned them and they wanted so badly to feel it once more.
    "It was so scary, Muffet..." they wailed, fur spiking as they recalled what had happened. "I-I'm sor-sorry...."
    Buttercup hiccuped through their words, trying not to cry but ultimately failing. They had missed her so much, along with everyone else, and... and.... It had been a long, lonely time.


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    Of course he didn't know this feline so he'd hang back, funny how he went from excited to meet strangers to not doing it at all. Maybe it just depended on what he thought of them, and this one seemed weak. If he were to mess with them they'd break easily me where was the fun in that (note: there wasn't.)
    So Moriarty would sit and watch with a cocked head, listening curiously.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]She had briefly heard her name being beckoned, calling too far off: alongside two other individuals. Her head would lift, and pivot, ashen orbs widening, almost in semi-disbelief, as they settled on the other before her. "B-Buttercup.." Tama breathed, shakily, before picking up her wobbly pace, and aiming to tackle the sobbing individual into soft embrace. "Buttercup.. You're.. You're back!" Thank goodness.. Thank goodness, Chara was gone.. Chara.. Chara had finally left Buttercup.. The servaline felt a sense of relief wash through her body, alongside the gratitude she held for being given the chance to see them again. "Welcome home, Buttercup."

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    "Quite a scene." His tone was low as he watched the scene between Buttercup and Margaery. Is this what parents normally did with their kids? If that was the case he was glad his mother had vanished from the face of the Earth.
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    Tama was here too! Oh, they could feel their heart lifting, even a little bit, rising through the murk of fear and sadness. It had been so awful, so dark....
    "T-Tama! I..." Buttercup sobbed, digging their head into her chest, tears flowing freely still. They had missed the serval so much, missed Muffet so much, missed everyone so so much, but they were just repeating themselves now.
    Buttercup noticed Moriarty's and Mycroft's presence, but said nothing of it. They didn't know the duo, and though they would be more than happy to meet them, right now they were just a mess. It was embarrassing, really, but Buttercup couldn't hold their feelings in any longer.
    As for Chara, they weren't gone. They had just... moved on. But Buttercup didn't like thinking of them, so they didn't.
    "I'm sorry for what they did..." the child finally murmured, trembling but not crying too hard any longer.


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    A scene didn't even describe it, the entire situation was that straight out of a soap opera. Maybe the mother was actually having sex with the twin sister who was really her dad. Ah, he loved plot twists.
    "Oh hallo." Looking up, literally up, at Mycroft, the two words would chirp out semi quiet. His voice reaching weird squeaky tones. "And yes, indeed." The second statement lacked any sort of the, tone, low and jokingly serious. In short, mocking My.
    Nodding his head in a friendly manner as the stranger looked over at the two, his chocolate eyes would shine in a welcoming way, not very visible from the spot he sat.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]As Buttercup embraced her, she felt the familiar prick of tears stinging within her own eyes. She had forgotten how much she had missed them, and to once again feel them within their arms made her experience a whole plethora of emotions. "Dearie... you're okay now... I've got you... It'll be okay..." She assured quietly, attempting to gently stroke their back and calm them, [color=#bcca6d]"I won't let something like this happen again." A hefty promise but one she was determined to keep. Margaery couldn't lose them again. To her, they were just another one of her children- she loved them equally as much.


    Hearing their apology to Tama, she frowned for just a moment. Chara had hurt her... rather badly actually. Their knife had dug into her skin and she, blinded by rage, had let it. But that incident was not Buttercup's fault and she wouldn't have them blame themselves. They were just a victim of an evil circumstance, that was all. [color=#bcca6d]"It's not your fault. Trust me dearie, it isn't," she assured with a nod, [color=#bcca6d]"you can't control someone... or something like that."


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    Chara's crimes were not theirs, but Ebbing wished it were so. They still hadn't forgotten what Chara had done to them. At that point in time it didn't matter all that much to them, for they would regenerate anyways, but now things were different. And if it happened again the consequences would be much worse for poor Ebbingcolors.


    So for now they would keep a careful eye on little Buttercup.


    Anyways, the serval took a seat near Moriarty and Mycroft, gazing upon the scene with blank fuchsia orbs. They weren't sure what to say. They sure as hell had options, but none of them seemed to fit the situation at hand. So instead they decided to peacefully wait until they were called upon.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 435px;][justify]"Goodness, this is quite the reunion." Commented Lostboy as she made her way over, giving a kind smile to Buttercup and the rest of her clanmates before she seated herself with a pleasant smile. Ah, she loved it when people returned but usually they were not the people she knew. Ah, sad, wasn't it? Oh well, she was happy as long as her friends were happy.
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