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KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
Alchemist’s peaceful slumber was disrupted by that loud noise. He let out a tired, annoyed groan as he looked around. It was still dark. He slowly reached his arm out to check the time.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
It was midnight. Who the hell would be visiting him at this hour?
“Hey, Al! Alchemist!” Clumsy’s voice answered his mental question and he let out another groan.
He was going to kill him. There better be a damn good reason for this or he was going to freaking lose it.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!
He sat up, doing some stretching once he did. His joints cracked into place. Some scales fell off and he let out a yawn before making his way to the door as Clumsy knocked once more.
“Someone better be dying or else,” He muttered as his hand wrapped around the door handle.
When he opened it, Clumsy was about to knock once more. His younger, clumsy brother had a nervous smile on his face.
“It’s twelve at fucking night. You better have a damn good reason for waking me up at this hour or do I need to start looking for a place to hide your body?”
Clumsy wilted and his eyes darted around nervously.
“What could be so important that it couldn’t wait until the bloody morning? That you couldn’t get Papa for this?”
“…Well, I ended up stuck in Vanity’s house by mistake. And…you know what? You don’t need to know,” Clumsy nervously chuckled, “Do you think you can whip up a magical potion of forgetfulness?”
“…Well, guess what, Clumsy? I fucking need to know because I need to know what memories to erase. Now…either you tell me or you can start writing your will. Or fuck off and wait until the morning to bother me. Any of the three works with me.”
“…It’s a long story and you’re probably going to need to make two potions by the time of this.”
Why?”
“Can we go inside so I can explain?”
A few minutes later…
“…Oh, my Smurf,” Alchemist said wide-eyed. Clumsy had just finished telling him the most disgusting story in his life.
“Yup.”
“H-He actually says those things to his reflection?”
“Without a doubt.”
“And does those things?”
“Yes.”
“…you weren’t kidding,” Alchemist tried to remember if he had any alcohol around, “And I am sorry for both of us.”
“Yeah…” Clumsy took a deep breath before giving a nervous smile that said he was screaming inside, “So how about those potions?”
“I will get to work on them right away,” Alchemist said, putting on his work clothes…