"Good gracious Theseus! You're a mess, dear." She spoke in a more scornful tone than anything, and yet she still managed to give him a smile when he explained, "I'm only as messy as the neatest pig." He didn't smile back, but he laughed lightly. That seemed to be enough for her, and she nodded. "Well, my little neat pig, you should go get yourself through the bath. Dinner will be ready in but a little while, and I wouldn't want you to miss it." He responded with a curt, "yes ma'am." And headed off towards the closet to get a towel for bathing. Then, he beelined towards the door to the outside world. Once outside, he didn't stop to take a breath of the wonderfully fresh air. He just stepped lightly on the pine of which had fallen all around, over to the metal tub that sat waiting to be filled. The spider had left from last time. He hoped it would stay away— not that he actually cared if it did or not. A new one would come back eventually anyways.

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Setting up the table, she sighed. He was always so... stand-offish. She loved him dearly, and of course cared for him like a son, but... she wished he would show some emotion on that beautiful face of his. He had been blessed with his mothers' beautiful eyes and with his fathers' chiseled cheeks. And yet, he had brilliant sky blue eyes and a lighter, rougher blonde hair that didn't quite match either of theirs. And that didn't phase him. He would always be content how he was— he seemed to love how he was. He never loved anyone or anything, except when it came to how he looked. That was the one thing that brought the alive spark to his eyes when he spoke of it; himself. A little narcissistic, she didn't mind. He was indeed lovely, and in every way. Why should he think otherwise? It would be selfish of her to want him to love her like he loved himself. She didn't want his love if she couldn't have it anyways. She just wanted him to be happy.

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Their youngest child gone again, the gods didn't bother staying in human form. Whenever they had visitors (with the acceptance of other gods) they of course hid their true beauty. But when they were alone... they let it out. The man, a tall, slender figure, had dark blonde hair and wore all green. Fancy, emerald clothes, yet not too fancy. Fit for a ruler or their squire, it didn't matter which. The woman, however, wore only the fanciest black gown that flowed so elegantly off her like water off its fall. A pearl necklace sat still upon her neck, and for once was left not in her cold, gloved hands, but on soft, water lily skin. They both seemed far too beautiful to live, and yet they did. And they were never visited by their other sons, but they didn't mind. So long as they had Tommy, it was all okay. He was their pride and joy anyways— a masterpiece of their molding. They only hoped he wouldn't inherit their stress, like everything else.

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Technoblade and Wilbur Soot sat together, their swords abandoned on the end of the table from their short spar in "The Pit". An unofficial dirt hole outside their beautiful (and shared) countryside home, they often trained in it. Fighting, kicking, punching, slicing, stabbing— they did it all. And yet at the end of the day, they still loved each other as brothers, as well as equals. And they couldn't be happier alone, allied, together. But today was the day disaster would strike. Strike, that is, in the form of a fish. A fish girl, more specifically, whose name was Sally. Sally was a lovely maiden who often swam in Wilbur and Techno's short, babbling brook. Both had a liking for her, but Wilbur's affection was more intimate than it was merely caring. And today he planned to tell Techno how he loved Sally oh so much, and was thinking of proposing. Oh, what a mistake that would be.

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Dream, Foolish, Eret, Badboyhalo, and their mysterious fifth sat together in the long stone hall. All was silent, and nobody dared break this status for a long while. Then, Eret spoke. "So, gentlemen. What today have we gathered for? I should like to stay a while, but I'm quite busy so I need to make this snappy." Foolish nodded, and Badboyhalo gave a look towards the god that had called them here with the question written across it. They spoke, their sharp, crisp voice waking the room from its acute slumber. "We have come to discuss what happens next. And before you all say anything, I know; we agreed that we would not restart the timeline again. That is not what I am suggesting. What I am suggesting is something more... permanent." And when they left that meeting later, all but Dream shaken, the solution was definitely concrete. And Foolish and Eret had the same worry; would the god of the worlds ever agree to such a harsh command without a fight?