I wrote some Puffy things this morning.
The fact I only got 3 hours of sleep might bite me in the ass later but FUCK IT-
I made a song and a story.
Sing the song in your head as a hard rock song, because that's I how I wrote it.
Or don't, I'm too tired to care.
SONG:
Here I am,
Sitting and wondering,
Questioning life,
Questioning my morals,
My sanity and self,
The same damn twisted fate as everyone else…
And though I tried,
To keep my promises,
You backstabbed me first!
Taking my kindness as weakness…
I’ll make sure that mistake is your last!
Hey!
Ho!
What would ya’ know?
Now I’m the villain!
Hey!
Ho!
What would ya’ know?
The protector you once knew is gone!
Hey!
Ho!
What would ya’ know?
This story of a good heart turned wrong!
I used to be,
Someone people relied on,
Someone to clean the messes you all made,
Someone to be the mother you all clearly needed,
But now that me is gone,
I am the villain,
Do you know what that means?
I can trust no one,
Not myself and not my creed,
Not even those,
I consider my family…
So get lost!
Hey!
Ho!
What do ya’ know?
I’m not the ‘mother’ I was!
Hey!
Ho!
What do ya’ know?
Stop telling me this isn’t who I’m supposed to be!
Hey!
Ho!
What do ya’ know?
From Mother to Monster,
Watch my horns GLEAM!
And now I stand before you,
Wondering what exactly what you’ll do,
Now that you’ll face Death,
When you face me too!
You murder,
Betrayer,
You psychopath!
And maybe I’m going too far,
Saying that-
-I mean, my son did similar things,
] (Adopted)
But I while I still love him,
I have a hard time loving you after what you did!
HEY
(Hey!)
HO
(Ho!)
WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW?
I KNOW THIS A ONE EIGHTY,
A WHITE KNIGHT OF MONARCHS,
(A fool’s knight of glamour)
A KIND GENTLE SOUL,
(A naive weak soul)
SINGING RAGE ROCK KARAOKE IN A BAR FAR SO FROM HOME?
MY DUCKLINGS,
YOU’D HARDLY RECOGNIZE ME NOW I’M AFRAID!
BECAUSE NOW I’M THE CRIME BOSS OF FUCKIN’ LA!
(Haha, LA!)
And it comes to my attention,
Now that I’ve had my spiel,
That you aren’t quaking in your boots,
Do you not think I’m for real?
I’ll kill you right here,
And though I might regret it later,
I certainly wouldn’t right now!
Hey!
Ho!
What do I know?
I know that I failed to protect…
Hey!
Ho!
What do I know?
I know I killed my best friend…
Hey!
Ho!
What do I know?
I know my actions today will stay with me till’ the end…
So….
(So-!)
I’d better make them last,
And make them stay,
Make it clear to everyone who’s wronged me today,
That I will not stop,
Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore,
Your demise is what will satisfy me,
Nothing less!
STORY:
Captain Puffy woke up to a heavy silence. It bore down on her heart, nearly bringing tears to her eyes. Fiercely rubbing them, she beat down her anguish.
“Come’on Puffs, this is basic! Don’t show weakness, even alone,” she said to herself.
Being a villain was admittedly rather difficult. It didn’t matter how she looked at it, she wasn’t built for it. Puffy didn’t have underpooling insanity like Soot, ulterior motives like Niki did. She was just a broken-hearted mother. If anything, that worked against her case.
“Hey, I made a promise. Everyone who’s hurt me or Foolish.” she argued with herself.
Puffy smiled wryly when she realized she was the only one there. Perhaps she wasn’t as sane as she’d like to believe. Or maybe she was just lonely. She hadn’t managed to find Foolish before he respawned and locked himself away in one build or another, throwing himself into his work. Puffy would have liked to see Niki, but…
“She’s past her problems, me coming to her with this insane declaration of villainy would only hurt her,” She whispered aloud. So much for not caring about anyone but herself.
There’s always… a little voice in her head suggested quietly.
Puffy shuddered at the thought. “No,” she said. “After everything, that’s the last place I’d like to go right now.” Despite Foolish’s recent death, the large prison vault that stood in the Heartlands of the SMP was the biggest reminder of her failures as a parent. It probably always would be, being three times Foolish’s real height, which was 20 some odd feet. She hadn’t visited Dream yet, and while he would probably the only one left who would both understand, and maybe even help-
“No,” she said again. It was best to squash that train of thought now rather than later. Breaking her other son out of prison was way further than Puffy was willing to go.
Leaving her house, she walked along the path that went around the whole central SMP. She noticed that a building was messed up, and that the path and dirt around it were messed up and displaced. Puffy ignored the ich she felt to clean it up. “Not my problem,” she muttered, heading out into the wilderness. Wilbur had Pogtopia, Niki had her Secret City, and… and, well, Dream had his vault. Every “villain” Puffy could think of had a secret base of operations far away from where people thought they lived.
It was time to get to work.
>>>
Puffy stepped back, inspecting her handiwork. She had found a grounded ship in a beach some ways north, hidden by a cove surrounded by nothing but sheer cliffs and a cave or two. Puffy, upon finding it, had abandoned any other ideas she may have had and begun revamping the place for her purposes. It had been a perfect find, really. She held the title of ‘Captain’ in her full name, and while that didn’t necessarily mean she was one to travel the high seas, referring to herself as a ‘pirate’ rather than a ‘villain’ made it easier to process, somehow.
So Puffy had gathered a bunch of dark wood and had begun making the ship bigger, darker, and more haunted looking. Terraforming the cove so it was covered, she lit it up with lanterns, and placed bridges crossing the length of the cove in several places and altitudes. She had used the natural cave systems to her advantage, making steep and winding staircases to and from them. It wasn’t anywhere near finished, but already it felt like home.
Puffy’s brake was over, so she decided to continue working on the ship. After working on it for hours already, it was massive. A deep and ragged gash in the hull served as the opening, and the proper entrance to her whole base. Inside the ship was her living quarters, hidden with several misleading doorways and a few clever tricks with slabs. On the deck of the ship, she had her working benches and basic storage, and if one had ladders they could climb up the mast to the lookout, where she had hidden her enderchest and a small wooden chest of valuables.
It really was perfect. Finishing up for the day, Puffy placed a chest on front of the entrance, with a book inside reading, “Enter if you dare, into Danger’s Lair.” She didn’t think anyone would find it so soon, but it was a nice touch.
Leaving the cove, she felt her worries and pain catch up with her, and the sudden wave of emotions felt like they were choking her. She understood, now, at a core level, why Foolish locked himself away after the banquet. When you have nothing to do, your mind wanders into places it shouldn’t. Trudging through the Nether back into civilization, she enters the Community Hou- “Hub,” She corrected herself, looking at the roofless brick square she stood in.
Walking along the Prime Path back to her house, she noticed Awesamedude walking- No, stomping angrily over the bridge that leads to the prison onto the path. Puffy couldn’t help but call out a greeting. He had been there during the Banquet after all, and tried his best to keep everyone safe, even though the TNT didn’t work.
He looked at Puffy in surprise, and walked over. “Puffy,” he said in greeting. “What are you doing here?”
Puffy ignored the slight panic that arose at his question. What if he finds out what I’m doing? Will he throw me in the joint? Does he already know?
“Just coming back home after a day’s work,” She said smoothly, smiling through the chaotic and terrified thoughts running through her head.
Sam just nodded, then frowned. You actually couldn’t see his mouth, it was covered by a lightweight gas mask painted like a creeper’s mouth, but she’d known Sam long enough to be able to tell. “Unfortunately for me, my day’s work is nowhere near done.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed in exasperation. “I doubt it will be three days from now, even with the advantage given to me by the Nether.”
Puffy was no longer panicked, but interested. “Why so?”
Sam sighed again. “I learned my lesson with Tommy’s death, someone dies in the prison, everyone needs to know about it, pronto.”
Died? Who- no, it couldn’t be- “Who died? It wasn’t-” Puffy blurted out, afraid for the life of her son.
Luckily, Sam seemed to understand. He shook his head.
“Ghoustbur. Dream killed him, and while usually he would just respawn, unkillable and such, but I haven’t been able to find him. Now that I’ve had time to consider it and question Dream, he and Tommy were saying something about-"
“Tommy? What was he doing in the prison? And I thought only one visitor at a time?”
Sam winced. “He snuck in with Ghostbur. I caught him before he could help Dream escape th-"
Puffy snorted incredulously. “Tommy of all people, breaking Dream out? Very funny Sam. I know you’re trying to spare my feelings, but it’s kinda obvious he was there to kill him. Don’t take me for a fool.”
Sam seemed taken aback at this. “I- What?”
Puffy raised her eyebrow. “Sam, you know he’s been plotting to kill Dream since he was revived and let out of the prison, right? Like, actively plotting?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed, and he seemed to space out for a moment before answering. Puffy let him finish his train of thought. “Huh,” he said finally, his eyes lighting up as he connected the pieces. They darkened when he realized what it meant. “That… that makes a scary amount of sense.”
>>>
Puffy sat on her bed, her coat hanging up and her jewelry out for the night. She couldn’t help but think about her conversation with Sam. As soon as he had connected the pieces, he excused himself and ran towards the nearest Nether Portal. He had said something about Wilbur Soot, specifically, Wilbur, the man who blew up L’manburg the first time. The more Puffy considered it, the tighter the knot in her stomach got. It was a sick mix of excitement, anticipation and utter dread.
