Published Date: 06-05-2025
Wrote this entire joke scenario idea into a short fic in class. The entire scenario (copied from Discord text) is basically just:
*about to get the death curse*
*sails a high-speed sailboat with the vigor of a biker*
HEYYYYYYYYY BABYGIRL I CAME HERE TO PICK YOU UP
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE
There's also a mirror of the fic on AO3!
Word Count: ~300w
The Death Curse is finally in his hands.
Morden stretches his fingers, feeling its coldness run through his veins, feeling the curse becoming a new part of him.
And he clenches his fist.
He should be leaving, lest the waves of Dark Seas would draw him further away from the Bronze Sea—eventually, none would ever find his body.
Out of everyone to take on Beringer's dying wish, it's him—who has no home and no one to return to, save for that guy.
Just as Morden places his hands on the steering wheel, a ship rips through the winds and the tides towards his direction—sailing with the speed that shouldn't be achievable by an ordinary boat, but it's a world of magic after all.
"Ayeee, babygirl!!! I'm here to pick you up!!!"
What.
What the hell.
The ship stops next to his sailboat, with the one and the only captain seductively leaning on its steering wheel, winking at him. It's Ben, the only other guy who made it out alive with his escape from the lab. Despite the recent memory loss, Ben, somehow, still wanted him.
"Wh— Why would you follow me all the way here?! Didn't I tell you we're meeting up again at Ravenna?"
"Be serious with me, babe. Do you really think I'm letting you go out of here on your own? I have my own crew! I even have a ship better built for the Dark Seas!"
"I—"
Morden presses his temple. It's really been a day. The seas, the curse, the fate of the entire seas, and this guy.
"So, what about the curse?"
"Took it. And Fort Talos?"
"Uh."
"...? What did you do?"
"Just a little whoopsies..."
"What do you mean. What the fuck do you mean by that."
"Pissed the general off and crashed the entire place. Dunno. It was collapsing at where I was escaping from."
"What."