GrantGorewood

GrantGorewood t1_j7tzfi8 wrote

Reply to comment by GrantGorewood in [WP]The young teen hero has called you, one of the oldest villains crying, apparently from what you could hear, their parents killed their dog from not doing a chore and kicked them out since they are gay, and then they ask if they could live with you by zWol42

Part 2

I’m in shock, not surprised just shocked. After all I’ve been alive longer than most nations, I’ve seen horrific things; done a vast amount of vile things myself. But I do in fact have morals, extremely twisted morals but I do have them. And if there is one thing I can’t stand it’s abusive parents.

I feel my free hands clenching into a fist as Faeblade continues to explain what happened.

“My father, he heard my wails and just walked to the doorway and saw me cradling my best friend’s corpse. And he.. he told me that boys who don’t do chores get punished. Then he grabbed a bag and threw it at me, and told me to get out. I asked why and he said he had checked my computer search history, and read my diaries. He knew I was gay, and told me if I was not out of the house in two hours he would shoot me like he had my dog. My father then said a ton of things I can’t repeat. I just remember packing my things and then wandering. I asked around and Ripline, you know the villain who sometimes teams up with you? He gave me your number. I did not call right away because well, you’re a supervillain.” Faeblade voice trails off.

“And you’re a superhero.” I know what the kid is expecting, he thinks I’m going to say no. However as I said I’ve seen this before, and though I am a supervillain I’m not s monster.

“But based on what you have told me I can guess what you want to ask. I have a guesthouse out back. It’s usually reserved for when other villains visit. The bed is always made, food is in the fridge. You remember my mountain lair? If you can get here I’ll open the door for you and give you the guesthouse key. No smashing through walls though alright? I just got them repaired.” I am sure the young hero is in shock.

A few minutes of stunned silence ensues before Faeblade responds, “You will really let me stay with you? But why?”

I sigh, “Because I know what other options you may resort to. Remember kid I’m centuries old, you think you are the first heroic foe I’ve helped like this? I may be a immortal ageless supervillain but I’m not a complete monster. Your father on the other hand, he is a complete unforgivable monster.”

“He is.. you are right my father is a monster. I’ll be over in a hour, and Eternas.. thank you.” I hear the click as Faeblade hangs up the phone. Meanwhile I’m already making plans to deal with their father and potentially revive Lucky the FaeHound.

As I said I’ve seen this kind of situation before, and as far as I’m concerned beings like Faeblade’s father are not people; but brutal rabid beasts to be put down. And after the young hero is settled in the guest house I intend to deal with their father.

But before that happens thoughI dial a number I haven’t used in a long time, “Hey Goldenboy, you know the Fae kid? Yeah their dad killed their superdog and kicked them out. Yes they are staying with me, yeah same place you did all those years ago. Why am I calling the illustrious SolarStriker? Oh I just wanted to see if you could use your position as leader of the heroes association to overlook a certain incident that will happen today. Yeah exactly like what I did when you showed up on my doorstep. You can? Thanks Goldenboy, yes I’ll make sure the kid is safe. Yeah he probably needs a short leave from hero duties to process things. Alright yeah I know, thanks again and bye Goldenboy.”

I hang up the phone satisfied that once Faeblade is safely in the guest house I can go and deal with that monstrous father without repercussions. Just as I’ve done many times before.

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GrantGorewood t1_j7tze1d wrote

Reply to [WP]The young teen hero has called you, one of the oldest villains crying, apparently from what you could hear, their parents killed their dog from not doing a chore and kicked them out since they are gay, and then they ask if they could live with you by zWol42

Part one:

The ringing of the phone woke me from my slumber far earlier than usual. I glanced at the time, it read 4am. I had only gotten two hours sleep, so I was half tempted to ignore the ringing and go back to bed. But some nagging feeling told me ignoring this call might actually haunt me.

I pick up the phone and the first thing I hear is crying and whimpering.

“Whoever you are you better have a damn good reason for calling me at 4am.” I growl into the phone.

The somewhat familiar voice on the other end responds to my threat in a way I did not expect.

“Eternas the Destroyer, it’s.. this is Faeblade..” my most recent young heroic foes voice is interrupted by sniffles and barely restrained sobs.

“Faeblade? Why are you calling me? And how did you get my number? And why are you crying?”

I left the question as to why the intrepid hero would be calling at such an early hour unsaid. I may look like I am in my early 30’s but I have been alive for centuries. As a result I have enough life experience to know when something extremely serious is going on. And every fiber of my villainous immortal body sensed something extremely serious had happened to Faeblade.

The young teenage heroes sobs slow, anguish filled their voice once more echoes through my ears. “It’s my parents. I have been busy saving the city and fighting you so I failed to finish my daily chores. My grades have also suffered, and my dad is extremely strict. After our fight today I came home and found Lucky, you know him as FaeHound, dead from multiple iron based gunshot wounds. My father had just..sniff..dumped Lucky’s body on my bed.”

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GrantGorewood OP t1_j1rfok7 wrote

Reply to comment by The_gay_hooman in I left for a business trip and came back to my neighborhood covered in glistening lights by GrantGorewood

My wife Kelly and our dog Bo are both gone, Kelly’s head is in the motel freezer fridge unit, oddly it has not lost any of the one inch ice coating.

The best I am hoping for now is answers. If somehow I find a way to reverse what happened, and by some miracle even one of my children is alive under the ice; I’d cry in joy for days.

Right now the only potential clues lie with the address and phone number of the ice block delivery company. I’m going to try to call them tomorrow, and if that fails visit the location in person.

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GrantGorewood OP t1_j1pgbh6 wrote

Reply to comment by esoraven in I left for a business trip and came back to my neighborhood covered in glistening lights by GrantGorewood

I’m still in shock. If I did not have Kelly’s frozen head in the motel fridge, I would think all this was me having lost it.

But the only way to get answers is forward. I owe it to my children, to Bo, to Kelly my wife; to find out why this happened and what those things are.

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GrantGorewood t1_j1gsmkg wrote

Reply to [WP] You are an ancient folk spirit so old, your name and even your actual purpose have long been lost to history. Nowadays, you go by a fairly generic name and just go through the motions of what you're actually supposed to do. One day, to your surprise, you hear someone call you by your true name. by djseifer

Ain’t none who knows of me no more, my name been lost too long. My job is simple, I keep the magma flowing; keep the ice from freezing all the land.

Not much to it, I’m not a volcano god just a simple magma spirit. Used to be something more though, I used to be married to a great giantess. I was her real first spouse, well before the incident that is. See my land was altered, I’m not sure if you understand what that means because those reading this are human. When land changes certain spirits are directly affected. Some die, others change, the lucky ones can go elsewhere.

Me? I was changed so much my own wife did not recognize me. She cast me out of the house claiming we were never married. My very existence was rewritten, and of course time erased what little knowledge of me existed from history.

For centuries, no eons since then I’ve simply gone through the motions. Tending my magma fields and lava tubes. Keeping the ice from freezing everything, heating the land from below so life can flourish.

So imagine my surprise when a few days ago an exhausted human appeared near the edge of my domain screaming out my long lost original name. My first name of all things. That’s the last thing I ever expected to hear. My name was that of a long gone forest on a long altered mountain from which my magma now flows, yet this human somehow knew it.

Curious I appeared before them. Trying my best to appear intimidating I asked “How dare you speak my name? What do you want from me human?”

The small mortal fell to its knees and began posturing like a beggar. Weeping it pleaded “oh please great first yet forgotten husband of Gryla, aid me. Her sons with her most recent spouse have been wreaking havoc across the lands. Please I’m begging you, make them stop.”

Hearing my ex wife’s name stirred something in me, but that was not enough to make me want to do anything about her kids with whatever husband she was on now. I mean the few children she had with me are dead, and she doesn’t remember me.

Yet still, I felt like I might have it in me to help this human if they gave me a good enough reason. So I asked it “ What could these sons be doing that could be so horrible you would seek me out? I am a forgotten spirit, twisted and lost; why ask me for help?”

The human started wailing off all the things these thirteen little brats had done, and by the time they were done I decided to help. Bowl licker, Spoon Licker, and Pan scraper are part of the reason sure.

But the real reason is Door Slammer, what he does is just wrong. And since my ex wife and her now ex husband refuse to do anything, I guess it’s only right I help put a stop to this mess.

I just hope the humans don’t mind the fact magma and fire will be involved. The one who begged for my aid and boon said they won’t mind, but it can’t be that bad right?

Turns out it was that bad, in fact it was worse. But the human begged me with my long forgotten name so I’m going to try to help stop these rampaging lads. After all it feels good to hear it after so long, and maybe if I do a good job helping them out they’ll add me to their traditions.

A forgotten folk spirit can dream, now it’s time to discipline some horrible no good very bad lads.

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GrantGorewood t1_j19hcfz wrote

Reply to I fear the Happe Family dolls have turned against me by scarymaxx

Op, going to be honest the dolls could have done much worse. They held back. You deserved worse and they held back. The ai dolls acted more human and kind than you did.

Also I don’t think you’ll be hearing from your daughter again. If she’s alive she’s written you out of her life, I don’t blame her.

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GrantGorewood t1_j156t0l wrote

Reply to Did anybody else grow up hearing about the "Blue Elves" when they were kids? Part One by Corpse_Child

Those “blue elves” might be some forgotten entities linked to Yuletide Rob. I’m glad your safe for now and your pops really was just protecting you. Sorry about your mom.

However those blue elves, they kind of sound like some rogue element of a Wild Hunt. Possibly something the knowledge of which was purged by the church in the Middle Ages.

I hope you find answers, because they already had your scent when you were little. Your Pops might have a very good reason to be worried.

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