Everything Starts Somewhere: (CLOSED stalkers tho) (Fantasy!!!! And other stuff) (Whoever joins gets a box of free cookies!) (I'm (no longer) lonely.) (Did I mention free cookies?)

Die felt her body change as she turned to her four foot stature, "But that's the joy of childhood. Being filled with wonder not having a care in the world. They'll grow up just fine Miss Susan. In fact those kids will grow up and be a better person than you becuase they will hold onto these childhood stories."

"Susie! Cut the chit chat and let me in! I'm not getting any younger out here!"
(The black birb does not know the meaning of the word patience)

Die felt her body change as she turned to her four foot stature, "But that's the joy of childhood. Being filled with wonder not having a care in the world. They'll grow up just fine Miss Susan. In fact those kids will grow up and be a better person than you becuase they will hold onto these childhood stories."

"Listen, I know you exist. The children know. I'd just rather you didn't. I grew up without fantasy, and look where it got me? A stable job with good benefits." she said, turning her head to the window. "Oh, it's Quoth. What does that crazy raven want now?"

"I want to be let in! That's what!" Quoth cawed.

"Oh, go screech 'Nevermore' to someone else." she snarled.

"Fine, you moldy fruitcake!" Quoth snapped, feathers ruffled in agitation.

"Ok, fine. I'll let you in." she said, opening the window.

"Thank you!" Quoth flew in and landed on a table, indignantly preening her shoulder feathers.

"Okay, back to the tooth pest." she said, turning to Die.

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Die felt her body change as she turned to her four foot stature, "But that's the joy of childhood. Being filled with wonder not having a care in the world. They'll grow up just fine Miss Susan. In fact those kids will grow up and be a better person than you becuase they will hold onto these childhood stories."

"Listen, I know you exist. The children know. I'd just rather you didn't. I grew up without fantasy, and look where it got me? A stable job with good benefits." she said, turning her head to the window. "Oh, it's Quoth. What does that crazy raven want now?"

Die looked at her and made a face, "Yeah and your all grumpy."

Die felt her body change as she turned to her four foot stature, "But that's the joy of childhood. Being filled with wonder not having a care in the world. They'll grow up just fine Miss Susan. In fact those kids will grow up and be a better person than you becuase they will hold onto these childhood stories."

"Listen, I know you exist. The children know. I'd just rather you didn't. I grew up without fantasy, and look where it got me? A stable job with good benefits." she said, turning her head to the window. "Oh, it's Quoth. What does that crazy raven want now?"

Die looked at her and made a face, "Yeah and your all grumpy."

"No, I'm not. I'm sensible. Of course, your tiny brain wouldn't understand. Now go."

Die turned back to her fairy form. She flew towards the window, "You're not sensible. You're being completely mean and ridiculous."

With that she flew out the window and off into the night sky to collect more teeth.

Susan sighed. She hated beings like that, so simple, so stupid. "Quoth, what is it?" she asked, turning to the raven.

(Sorry about Die being a bit of a meanie. She really doesn't like people who try to control the wonders of childhood. Like tooth fairies and such.)

"What's what?" She asked, pausing in rubbing her head against the table.

"Why did you come to see me? Is there something wrong?" she asked. Teeth. Snow. Blood. Susan started to have a headache. She was remembering things again. Future things. And things from the past mixed in. A skeleton in a black robe holding a scythe, that must symbolize Death but Susan didn't know why. She was young again, around 3 years old and was in a garden, it was all black, as was everything else around her. Her mother picked her up. "Time to go home now Susan." her mother told her. They had somehow teleported to a mountain, inside a carriage. The rain was pouring down. There was a crash. High on a mountain slope, a voice echoed, saying "YES. I COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING." Susan found herself tumbling back to reality. "I'm sorry, must have had a funny turn there. Why did you come over?" Susan asked, shaking her head slowly like a dog drying itself off.

"Cus I felt like it." Quoth said, starting to preen her tail feathers.

"Oh. Well, warn me next time. I don't like people barging in on me at random."

"Good thing I'm not 'people' then." Quoth said.
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(Ok, see ya!) "You know what I mean, featherbrain."

“What are these terrible things you speak of? Is it worse then me spilling tea on you?” Will asked tiredly.

"THEY ARE BOTH REMEMBERING ME. AND THE AUDITORS, NOT OF MONEY, BUT OF REALITY, ARE AT WORK AGAIN. THEY PLAN TO DO SOMETHING. A TERRIBLE THING."

“.. in simple English please?”

"WHY SIMPLE? THIS IS NOT SIMPLE. THE AUDITORS PLAN IS PERFECT, ALMOST. I CANNOT INTERFERE DIRECTLY."

“Then send someone to interfere directly.”

"NEITHER OF US CAN, AND WHAT MORTAL WOULD RISK THEIR LIFE FOR SUCH THINGS?" Death inquired.

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

Meanwhile, Susan had gone out. She had free time in the evenings, and night was the best time to be active, in her opinion. Night was where the real life of the city thrived.

Quoth followed from above. Trying not to do so in a obvious manner.

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.