RE: Fic Update: Gone in 60 Threads
12-05-2025, 06:17 PM (This post was last modified: 12-05-2025, 09:28 PM by Mamorien. Edit Reason: Putting the attribution where it belongs. )
12-05-2025, 06:17 PM (This post was last modified: 12-05-2025, 09:28 PM by Mamorien. Edit Reason: Putting the attribution where it belongs. )
Threads of Destiny.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/21188/...ceremony-1
ALSO: Wednesday at Sunnydale (TAF/BTVS).
https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/...-117429887
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/21188/...ceremony-1
ALSO: Wednesday at Sunnydale (TAF/BTVS).
Alpha Ricter Wrote:Then, something moved by the cot—a quick, skittering blur at the edge of Faith's vision. At first, her brain refused to process it. After all, a severed hand scuttling across the floor wasn't on her pre-morning checklist. But the truth was undeniable: a hand, crawling on its fingers like little legs, crept in front of her.
The hand halted, then cocked an invisible wrist, and waved two fingers at her.
Faith blinked. Still there and still waving.
"Faith, meet Thing." Wednesday's tone was bone-dry as she smirked at Faith's reaction, visibly impressed that she hadn't screamed yet. "He says hello," Wednesday added, nodding to the hand.
Faith slowly sat up in the cot, eyed the severed hand warily. "Ah, where's the rest of him?"
The front door thundered with a loud, joyful knock. Wednesday answered without pausing, revealing the squat, grinning figure of Uncle Fester, smile big, bald head shining in the apartment's dull light.
"Ah, good. You're both still alive," Fester boomed.
Wednesday arched a thin eyebrow. "Day is still young."
He swept into the room like he owned it, noting Thing with a delighted, "Oh, you met Thing! Don't worry, he's mostly house-trained."
The disembodied hand spun itself around, pivoting to balance on its severed wrist before jutting its middle finger at Fester, the universal gesture requiring no translation.
A snort of laughter escaped Faith before she could stop it, the absurdity of the moment hitting her all at once.
The Slayer stood, scanned the room, and glanced at her wrinkled clothes from the past 48 hours. She pointed at Thing, who had skittered near her feet, marking her boundaries.
Faith eyed the disembodied hand suspiciously. "I'm just making this crystal care, okay? Personal space. I don't need five little fingers getting fresh with me."
Thing slumped against the floor, fingers folding in on themselves like a scolded puppy tucking its tail. Faith blinked at the spectacle. She'd broken hearts before, but watching a disembodied hand sulk was definitely a first.
https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/...-117429887

