Awaiting the Big Day

In this Our World story, as Jack and Angela plan their wedding, they encounter Jack's crazy relatives.

This is a transcript from Discord.

## Story

### Part 1: Some Uninvited Memories

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The day after the events of the last episode of Nightmares of an Absolution we find Jack and Angela at the Crow’s Nest trying to sort out some supplies from the storage.

Angela:
“Hmm. Well, I think we will really only need to get new appliances… Actually we really need to clean out all these clothes…”
*Angela holds up an old Eggman jacket that’s hunter green.*
“I’ve never seen you wear this!”

Jack:
*Jack sees what she has.*
“HEY! Careful with that…”

Angela:
*Angela chuckles.* “What, don’t tell me this ratty old thing is sentimental–” *Angela sees the initials L B printed on the pocket.*
“**Oh.**”
*Angela carefully sets it onto the keep pile.*

Jack:
*Jack picks up the jacket and examines it. Memories flooding back.*
*He feels over the tear on the left side where a laser ripped.*

Angela:
“It’s okay Jack… He’s in a better place now…”

Jack:
“No…”
*Jack sniffles.* “If that were the case I wouldn’t be crying now… Louis was a horrible person. But he was still my brother…”
*A small square of paper falls out of the jacket.*

Angela:
“What’s this?”
*Angela picks up the paper to find it’s an old photograph of four ravens at what appears to be an amusement park.*
“I take it this is you and your family?”

Jack:
*Jack looks at the photo and smiles a bit.*
“Yeah. That’s me on the side close to my mom. And Louis on my dad’s shoulders.”

Angela:
“You really take after your father… The feather shade, the eyes… Especially the eyes…”

Jack:
“Heh and yet he considers me a disappointment…”

Angela:
“Welcome to the club. I haven’t spoken with my folks since we trashed the farm.”

Jack:
“Actually, that’s the last time I spoke with Dad…”

Angela:
“Wait. THE LAST TIME YOU SPOKE TO HIM WAS WHEN YOU LOCKED HIM IN HIS SHIP’S WALK-IN FREEZER?!”

Jack:
“Yup. His last words to me were ‘you cheap son of a–’”

Suddenly Jack’s story is interrupted by Jabber rushing in panicked.

Jabber:
“JACK!!!”
*Jabber crashes into the pile of junk.*

Jack:
“Whoa! Easy buddy, where’s the fire?”

Jabber:
“AT THE BAR.”

Jack:
“Wait what? I swear if Ted is burning it down for the insurance money again…”

Jabber:
“No no, not an actual fire… There’s–Oh nevermind! Just come on before we have to call the undertaker!”

Our heroes (or is it villains? I don’t even know) quickly rush to the bar to find what sounds like a fight going on inside. Several rough-looking Mobians and humans running out in a panic with various injuries.

Angela:
“Geez, guess there’s a new guy in town…”

Jack:
“Not quite…”

The three enter the bar to find it mostly empty other than the unconscious patrons on the ground.
And of course the raven lady holding the bartender in a headlock.

Bartender:
“OW! Take it easy lady!”

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Diana:
“Not until ya apologize!”

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Jack:
“What’s going on here?”

Bartender:
“BEAKTON! Am I glad to see you! Get this crazy lady off of me!”

Diana:
*Diana looks over to see Jack.* “SWEETIE!”
*Diana releases the bartender and rushes over to give Jack a hug.*

Jack:
“Hi Mom…”

Bartender:
“MOM?! You mean this nut job is your–I should have known…”

Diana:
“NUT JOB? THEM’S FIGHTIN’ WORDS YA LOUSY–”

Jack:
“Easy Mom, let’s head to my place and we can have a nice cup of tea…”

Diana:
“Not until this clown gives me my drink!”

Bartender:
“I told you lady, we don’t serve booze here!”

Diana:
“Hogwash! What kinda bar doesn’t ‘ave booze?”

Bartender:
“One in your son’s town. He’s got some kinda vendetta against it.”

Diana:
“Wat…”

Jack:
“We’ll discuss this later Mom.”

Angela:
*Angela is just staring at everything in shock.*

Jack grabs his mother’s hand and carefully helps her around the bodies and out of the bar.

Angela:
“Uh, just send us the bill Ted…”

Bartender:
*Bartender nods with a sigh.*
“I really need to move out of this town…”

So, it appears there’s another Beakton in town. I wonder what this means for Jack and Angela’s wedding plans? We’ll find out eventually I suppose…

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### Part 2: Interrogation

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Right. So we rejoin our villains at their super secret lair… Well, actually it’s not exactly a lair, nor is it itself secret, technically that’s just the island.
[the narrators begin to bicker]
Now, where was I? Oh yes, the pit of despair. AKA Jack sitting awkwardly at the Crows Nest with Angela and his mother at opposite ends of a table.

Diana:
“So… when were ya going to tell me?”

Jack:
“Tell you what?”

Diana:
“About her?” *Diana gestures to Angela who’s just sitting at the end of the table cleaning her shotgun.*

Angela:
*Angela’s eyes narrow.* “When you decided to actually have something to do with your son’s life.”

Diana:
“I’ll have ya know I’ve been very busy with my research.”

Angela:
“Oh? On what? How to embezzle more of the university’s money to fund your treasure hunts?”

Jack:
“...”

Diana:
“Please, my hunts are what keeps the university’s coffers full!”

Angela:
“Oh sure! And meanwhile yer son is struggling to make ends meet!”

Diana:
“He’d be plenty able to manage ifin he weren’t supportin’ some rich brat!”

Jack:
“Can I say something?”

Diana:
“NO!!”

Angela:
“NO!!”

Jack:
*Jack sinks down in his chair.*

Angela:
“Well, we’re getting nowhere arguing like this…”

Diana:
“Finally somethin’ we can agree on.”

Angela:
“So what brings you here anyhow?”

Diana:
“Can’t I just visit me favorite son?”

Jack:
“You? No.”

Diana:
“Alright, alright, so I may have an ulterior motive.”

Angela:
“As usual from what I’ve heard.”

Diana:
“Just how much ‘ave ya told this hooligan?!”

Jack:
“I mean, it’s not wise to keep secrets from your spouse. You should know.”

Diana:
“Now there’s no need to bring ya old buzzard of a father into this. I swear ye and Louis were the only good to come of that marriage…”

Jack:
“Wait… You two officially–”

Diana:
*Diana nods.*
“Last June. Anyway, my reason fer comin’ here is this…”
*Diana pulls out a strange black stone with a faint red glow.*

Jack:
“...A paperweight?”

Diana:
“I mean, technically ye could use it fer such. But it has a much greater potential. See, I found this outside of town. Along the shore. And if my suspicions are correct, the rest of this rock is somewhere in the sea near here…”

Angela:
“Great. Rock collecting. Fun…”

Diana:
“Not just any rock lass. The Black Comet.”

Jack:
“The what.”

Angela:
“...Didn’t that get obliterated?”

Diana:
“Well, the main comet did. But I believe that there was another…”

Jack:
(And now she’s finally lost it.)
“Mom, this is probably just a shard of the main one.”

Diana:
“Ah, but a shard of that looks like THIS!”
*Diana just casually pulls out another shard which is blinking at a different speed.*

Jack:
“...You really should wear gloves when handling those… or a hazmat suit?”

Diana:
“Anywho, given ye’re the mayor of this ‘ere town I need yer permission before I start searchin’ the waters ‘round the island.”

Jack:
“...”

Angela:
*Angela shakes her head no behind Diana.*

Jack:
*Jack sighs.* “Alright Mom. Just be careful?”

Diana:
“YARG HA HA! YA WON’T REGRET THIS SWEETIE!”
*Diana excitedly runs off to get her equipment ready.*

Angela:
“...”

Jack:
“Before you say anything, I only let her do it to keep her out of our feathers for a while.”

Angela:
“But what if she finds something?”

Jack:
“Oh relax, she’s just lost it! There is nothing on or under this island I don’t know about…”

Or that’s what Jack thinks… However, somewhere deep below the island surface… in some some forgotten GUN corridor of the old prison island ruins. We see a series of alien machines hooked up to tanks containing strange-looking figures.

Black Death:
“Soon my children… Soon we shall have vengeance for our brothers…”
*Black Death laughs maniacally.*

Well. That was… interesting… I think we’re gonna take a break from Jack’s story for a while… I need to take some therapy sessions after that…

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### Part 3: Father's Day Special

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We open in the head office of Evazorn Imperial Fruit. Where a certain duo of dunderheaded dumb-bots are trying to decide who should break some unsavory news to their employer.

Scratch:
“We went over this already, I ain’t gonna tell her! YOU tell her.”

Grounder:
“Nuh-uh! I told her last time we had bad news!”

Scratch:
“Okay, fine! We’ll draw straws…”

Grounder:
“Okay. HEY! I can’t draw no straws… I ain’t got no hands!”

Scratch:
“I’ll draw for you.”

Grounder:
“Aw, thanks pal.”

Scratch:
“Um… Where are the straws?”

Grounder:
“Oh! In the boss’s office.”

Scratch:
“...”
“Okay. Fine. We BOTH tell her…”

Grounder:
“That works I guess…”

Scratch:
*Scratch opens the door to Breezie’s office.*
“After you my dear android.”

Grounder:
*Grounder rolls into the office only for Scratch to close the door and dash out back to their offices.*
“...”

Breezie:
*Breezie notices Grounder.*
“Oh hello Grounder darling. What can I do for you?”

Grounder:
“Uhhh actually boss. I uh, have some news for you…”

Breezie:
“Oh?”

Grounder:
“About the Beakton guy…”

Breezie:
“Oh darling, if this is about that backstabbing bat don’t worry. I’ve already got her blacklisted on every bounty hunting board in market.”

Grounder:
“Oh… So you know… That’s a relief… For a minute there I thought you’d be mad…”

Breezie:
“Oh I’m past mad… Mad was what I felt when the child I raised from the day she hatched stabbed me in the back and ruined my company…” [she's exaggerating, Angela was several years old already]
“And all because of that blasted pirate… Which brings me to my solution… who should hopefully be arriving right abouut…”

Blight:
*Suddenly the door is kicked open by an imposing raven.*

Breezie:
“Ah, Captain Blight. Right on time.”

Blight:
“Miss Breeze… Let’s get down to business shall we? Where’s my deadbeat landlubber of a son hiding?”

Breezie:
*Breezie smiles.* “Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have gotten a bat to do a Beakton’s job…”

Some time later, in Raven Haven… Jack and Angela are doing some light shopping at the markets.

Jack:
“Let’s see… We need a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, four boxes of shotgun shells.”

Angela:
“Well, I’ll get the groceries, you go get the stuff from Pedro’s.”

Jack:
“Right. You’d be liable to come out of that place with a nuke launcher.”

The two birds take their parts of the list and then go their separate ways.

Jack:
“Hey Pedro.”

Pedro:
*Pedro waves vaguely to Jack as he’s looking over a magazine. Upside down…* [it is not specified whether it’s the magazine or Pedro which is upside-down :P]

Jack:
“Let’s see…” *Jack grabs a basket from by the door and walks over to the ammo section.*
*He sticks a few boxes of Angela’s usual pick in the basket and then walks over to the sword section.*
“Hmm…”

Suddenly the door of the shop opens, (ya know, with one of the bell thingies) and a shadowy figure enters.

Pedro:
*Pedro sees the new customer.* “Hey there! Welcome to Pedro’s Junk Emporium! We’ve got a great sale of dinglehoppers today! Only four easy payments of $98.95!”

Blight:
*Blight glares.*

The two Beaktons notice each other and quickly draw their weapons.

Jack:
“Father…”

Blight:
“Traitor…”

Jack:
*Jabber flies in quickly and Jack ignites his blade.*

Pedro:
“HEY! No fightin’ in the store without making a purchase!”

Blight:
“Silence worm…”

Jack:
“We should take this outside…”

Blight:
“Fine… It will be easier to slaughter you that way…”

The two birds step outside and begin fighting, Jack’s father striking first, and clearly not following sword fighting manners.

Jack:
“Ugh, you have the manners of a beggar…”

Blight:
“I wanted to make sure you’d feel comfortable with me…”
*Blight leaps forward slashing wildly.*
“There are no words for how much of a disappointment you are…”

Jack:
*Jack dodges the attacks and shoves a barrel into his father’s way.*
“Yes, there are. You just never learned them.”

Blight:
*Blight growls and kicks the barrel back at Jack, knocking Jack over and causing Jack’s sword to fall out of his grasp and roll across the dock.*

Jack:
“Gah! What happened to a fair fight?”

Blight:
“You lost that privilege…”
*Blight raises his blade to strike the killing blow.*
*...only for his hand to be shot.*
“GAH!”

Angela:
“Get. Away. From him. NOW.”

Blight:
“Well well, if it isn’t the little princess. Saved me some trouble tracking you down…”

Jack:
*Jack quickly grabs his sword and slices at his father only for Blight to respond lightning quick, grabbing his own sword off the dock where he dropped it. Robotic elements are visible on his hand where the blast hit.*

Angela:
*Angela fires again this time at Blight’s leg.*

Blight:
*It merely ricochets off.*
*Blight draws his pistol and fires at Angela with his free hand as he continues fighting Jack with the other.*

Angela:
“Gah!” *Angela ducks behind a crate to avoid the shot.*

Blight:
“Hmph. So that’s the girl you betrayed your family for? Pathetic… A sad weakling…”

Jack:
“Leave her out of this!”
*Jack fires a laser blast directly at his father’s shoulder, causing his sword arm to go limp.*

Blight:
“Cheap shot…”
*Blight fires his pistol at Jack.*

Jack:
*Jack winces in pain as he’s hit in the arm.*

Blight:
*Blight steps onto Jack’s robot leg, pinning him in place.*
*Blight points his pistol point-blank at Jack’s head.*

Angela:
*Angela runs up behind Blight and whacks him in the head with her shotgun.*
*...Only for it to bend upon impact.*

Blight:
*Blight pivots his head 180 degrees.* “Nice try…”

Angela:
*Angela is startled by the sight.*

Blight:
“What’s the matter deary, never seen a professional cyborg before? Just another example of the glory of Beaktron Tech…”

Jack:
“Beaktron?”

Blight:
“Yes… One of your sister’s enterprises. It was nice to see at least ONE of my children wasn’t a failure.”

Diana:
“Well maybe ifin ye weren’t such a doaty bampot and actually cared about somethin’ beside ya own backside.”

Blight:
“...”
“Diana…”

Diana:
“Hello Blight. Care to explain why ya grinding our son’s face into the deck?”

Blight:
“Not particularly.”

Diana:
“Well, then…” *Diana pulls out a high-voltage cattle prod from her jacket.* “Perhaps ya make like a tree and get outta here?”

Blight:
“...Fine… This isn’t over boy…”

Jack:
“It never is with you…”

Blight:
*Blight holsters his pistol and walks away.*

Angela:
“...So that’s it?! We’re just gonna let that psycho go?!!”

Jack:
“Heh, you think he’s a psycho you should meet my sister…”

Diana:
*Diana helps Jack to his feet.*
“Well, it seems I came at just the right time…”

Jack:
“Yeah… the old buzzard was really cleaning my clock…”

Angela:
“Cleaning your clock?! He’s a dagblamed Terminator!”

Jack:
“Yeaah, gotta admit that’s a new one.”

Diana:
“Well, we best get ya inside and getcha bandaged up…”

We now transition back to Evazorn HQ… where Breezie is getting a very disappointing phone call.

Breezie:
“YOU IDIOT! HOW DID YOU SCREW THIS UP?!!”

Blight:
“The boy had backup…”

Breezie:
“I don’t want to hear it. Don’t expect me to use your services any time soon…”
*Breezie hangs up on Blight, cutting him off.*
*She sighs.*
“Well darling, perhaps it’s time we sent in the big guns…”

Metal Sonic:
*Metal Sonic nods affirmatively.*

Well. This just got interesting…

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### Part 4: Old Wounds

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Well, before we get to our featured program tonight we’re gonna check in on the Beakton family… It is now the day after the events of the battle with Blight. And we find Jack at home nursing the wound in his arm.

Jack:
“GAH!”

Angela:
“Hold still! I haven’t even used the antiseptic!”

Jack:
“Ugh… Just get it over with…”

Diana:
*Diana walks in with her own ‘medkit’ to clean Jack’s wound.*
“Alright, I found a bottle of vodka in the back of the pantry… That should help clean the woun–” *Diana sees Angela is already bandaging the wound with actual bandages and a sanitized first aid kit.*
“Oh. I see.”

Jack:
“Mom for the love of Green Hills don’t make a big deal of this…”

Angela:
“Besides, that vodka won’t do much good. It looks like it expired when Eggman was in high school.”

Jack:
“Thank you for the lovely mental image Angela…”

Angela:
*Angela wraps the bandages too tight.*

Jack:
“OW!”

Angela:
“Anyways. I’ve got things handled here Diana. You best scurry on back to your hole.”

Diana:
“It’s a dig site and I’ll have ya know we ‘aven’t even started yet!”

Angela:
“Well could you please get on with it? Jack and I have a wedding we need to plan and I’d rather not be walking down the aisle to the sound of a jackhammer outside.”

Jack:
“...”

Diana:
“FINE! Oh and you’re welcome for me savin’ ya life there…”
*Diana storms out.*

Jack:
“...Ange…”

Angela:
“I know, I know, she’s your mother, and I should try to get along with her. But Jack, remember what she did to you growing up. She was never there! Always working on her research and always on adventures without you.”

Jack:
“Yeah, but she’s here now…”

Angela:
“That’s just because you happen to be where her work is… A ‘happy accident’ if you wanna call it that.”

Jack:
*Jack sighs.* “You have a point… I mean, part of me is still glad to see her though ya know?”

Angela:
“I know. That’s why I’m trying to be somewhat hospitable and not send her packin’. Anyways, let’s change the subject please.” *Angela closes the bandage box and sits down next to Jack on the sofa.*
“So. Any ideas why Breezie sent your father?” [it is unclear how either of them know Breezie did it :P]

Jack:
“He was probably cheap. He conscripted with her list of mercs a while back. And knowing him he didn’t charge anything to hunt me down. But I have a feeling that he didn’t give up.”

Angela:
“And there’s no way Breezie did either.”
“...”
“Maybe we should put the wedding off and lay low for a while?”

Jack:
“ARE YOU BLEEMING MENTAL?! Come Chaos or Dark Gaia we are having this wedding! Although perhaps Raven Haven isn’t the best location for it…”
*Suddenly Jack’s eyes light up as an idea strikes him.*
“Ange… how would you like to have a wedding at a castle?”

Angela:
“...” *Angela looks at the antiseptic bottle.* “What is in this stuff?”

Jack:
“No no, I’m serious. You haven’t met *all* my family. Some of them are quite pleasant.”

Angela:
*Angela raises an eyebrow.* “That’s what you said about Eggman.”

Jack:
“Okay, okay, pleasant and not a world conquering psycho? Actually, it’s just one family member…”

Angela:
“And who is that?”

Jack:
“My grandma. Wendy Witchcart.”

Thunder roars outside.

Jack:
“...”

Angela:
“**...**”

Jack:
“Okay, it normally doesn’t do that when I say her name… Although Witchcart is an odd one–”

Thunder roars again.

Jack:
“ANYWAY.”
*Jack stands up and strikes a pose.* “Pack your bags, we’re off to the beautiful countryside of Dark Castle!”

We cut to a couple days later where we find Jack and Angela on a bumpy carriage ride up a rocky ridge through the fog somewhere in Dark Castle.

Angela:
“...”

Jack:
“Okay, so I forgot it’s a bit gloomy this time of year…”

Angela:
“**...**”

Jack:
“And cold…”

Angela:
“**...**”

Jack:
“And the technology of the region is, lacking at best. But hey, at least we should be getting close…”

Angela:
“This is gonna be a nightmare for any guests to get here Jack.”

Jack:
“Well, last time I came here was easier since I didn’t have to use public transport… I’m amazed my old passport was still valid…”

Angela:
“Valid? Jack, it has a completely different name on it and says you’re a forty-year-old man from Soleanna.”

Jack:
“Hey! Mr. Jacques Murstenton is a very spry old fellow.”

Suddenly the carriage jolts to a stop.

Jack:
“Huh. I guess we’re here…”
*Jack climbs out then helps Angela out.*

Angela:
“Gah! It is freezing here… How are you fine without a jacket?!”

Jack:
*Jack shrugs.* “Kinda in my blood I guess…”
*Jack goes to pay the driver.* “Thanks for the lift mister–Uh…”

But the driver and horses are gone. Nowhere to be seen.

Jack:
“Well, at least I don’t have to pay him…”

Angela:
*Angela stares wide-eyed.*

Jack:
“Come on Angel, let’s go on inside…”
*Jack grabs their bags and opens the gate to the castle courtyard, merrily marching along whistling the Ghosts and Goblins theme.*

Angela:
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”

A wolf howls in the distance.

Angela:
*Angela goes for her shotgun only to remember that she couldn’t pack it due to flight regulations.*
“We gotta get a new airship… Wait for me Jack!”

What exactly has Jack gotten himself and Angela into? Is this Granny Witchcart lady actually not psycho? Are we gonna have to call Mystery Incorporated? Find out next time!

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### Part 5: A New Locale

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Well, after that… traumatic disaster report [that is, Code Black] let’s tune back in to our lovebirds in Transylvania shall we?
Jack and Angela walk through the castle courtyard, the limbs of dead trees blowing in the wind with a creaking sound. Angela holds tightly to her fur coat. Which raises questions now that I think about it too hard…
Anyway, back on track. Things be spooky.

Jack:
“Ah… Just smell that fresh mountain air…”

Angela:
“Jack, this place is nightmarish! I half expect a guy to greet us at the door saying ‘I am Torgo!’”

Jack:
“Well he does take care of the place while the master is away…”

Angela:
“Jack. Please tell me you’re joking…”

Jack:
“You’ll soon find out…”

The two birds approach the door and Jack raps on it with the bat-shaped knocker. And it opens slowly with a creak. And a sickly-looking wolf sticks his snout out of it.

Sleet:
“Yes?”

Jack:
“SLEET! Long time no see!”

Sleet:
“...Do I know you?”

Jack:
“It’s me, Jack! Jack Beakton? Diana’s kid?”

Sleet:
“Oh yes… One of the troublemakers… What do you want?”

Jack:
“Uh, Granny is expecting us?”

Sleet:
“Oh? Well, you must be mistaken. Lady Witchcart is currently out of town on business–”

Angela:
“CAN IT SPOOKY! I ain’t riding back to Raven Haven after all this way just to be told off by a punk coyote!”

Sleet:
“Ooh, a feisty one… An excellent effort but you don’t scare me little girl… I–”

Angela:
*Angela gives Sleet a glare that could slice through steel.*

Sleet:
“I uh… Ahem. Well. Lady Witchcart should return shortly. Why don’t you come inside out of the cold…”

Angela:
“Thank you…” *Angela shoves the wolf out of the way and barges inside with Jack trailing behind carrying the bags.*

Sleet:
“And I gave up bounty hunting for **this**?”

A short while later Jack and Angela are sitting in the parlor. The interior of the castle being surprisingly high tech. Well, a bit steampunk but still decently modern.

Jack:
“So… How long have you been working for Granny, Sleet?”

Sleet:
“I would prefer not to engage in frivolous small talk Beakton. I am only letting you two stay until Lady Witchcart can dispose of your herself…”

Suddenly the door slams in the foyer announcing that the lady of the castle has returned.

Wendy:
“SLEET YOU MANGY MUTT! WHY IS THERE A WAGON OUTSIDE?!”

Sleet:
“Speak of the devil…”

Wendy:
*Wendy storms into the room.*
“Sleet? What are these freeloaders doing here?”

Sleet:
“They claim to have an appointment with you m’lady… I tried to send them away but th–”

Wendy:
“QUIET!”
“...”
*The old woman’s face softens as she reaches for her spectacles and slips them on.*
“Jack?!”

Jack:
“Uh, hi Granny. Been a while…”

Wendy:
*Wendy’s stern expression returns.*
“‘BEEN A WHILE?!’ Is that the explanation I get for the years of silence other than an occasional letter?!”

Jack:
“I uh… Well…”

Wendy:
*Wendy’s expression softens again as she looks at Jack standing there awkwardly.*
“Oh, it’s alright deary. I haven’t exactly reached out to you at any point myself…” *Wendy bends down to Jack’s level with her arms spread wide and a smile that matches.* “Now, come give your granny a hug!”

Jack quickly comes over and returns the affection. As Angela sort of stands there awkwardly waiting for an introduction.

Angela:
“Ahem…”

Wendy:
“Oh? And who is this little beauty?”

Jack:
*Jack steps over to Angela.* “Granny, this is Angela. My fiancée.”

Angela:
“...”
“Uh, howdy Miss Witchcart.”

Wendy:
“..Fiancée?”
*Wendy points at Angela.* “You.” *Wendy points at Jack.* “Marrying HIM??”

Angela:
“Um. Yes?”

Wendy:
“I don’t mean to be rude deary but you can do far better…”

Angela:
*A slightly offended look comes across Angela’s face.* “Well, I see you approve of me as much as Diana…”

Wendy:
“Oh no deary, I mean you can do better than Jack! Er, no offense Jack dear but you’re… well, ***you***.”

Jack:
“Yeah that’s a fair point. But we’ve been through a lot together.”

Angela:
“A bit more than usual lately…”

Jack:
“Yeah… Which is why we’re here. I was wondering, if you uh, would mind us spending Christmas here? And you know, having the wedding here? Things have been a bit… dangerous lately at home.”

Wendy:
“Jack, do you take me for some kind of idiot? OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!”

Sleet:
(Oh for Wolfsbane’s sake…)

Wendy:
“Well, we have so much to plan! But first you two are probably exhausted! I’ll go start some supper! Sleet? Show these two lovebirds to the guest chambers will you?”

Sleet:
“Yes… Of course…”
*Sleet struggles to grab the bags grumpily.*
*He sighs.* “This way please…”

And with that our friends settle in for the night at the home of Jack’s one sane family member. Well, sane by Beakton standards… But what about this odd Sleet fellow? Is he as trustworthy as he appears or is he actually harmless? Find out next time!

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### Part 6: Settling In

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A few days after we last saw them Jack and Angela are finally getting things in order for the wedding. The castle proving to be an excellent venue for the wedding due to it being surprisingly high tech on the interior despite the somewhat medieval exterior.
However despite how smooth things are going, there are still stressors… In fact, the smoothness has now turned to a point of the looming dread that surely something is gonna go wrong… but the question is… what?

Angela:
*Angela groans as she finally makes it to the guest room where Jack is already waiting to discuss things with her.*
*She collapses face down onto the bed next to Jack who is sitting on the edge of it on his laptop.*
*Her voice is muffled.* “I hate dress shopping…*

Jack:
*Jack looks over.* “That bad?”

Angela:
*Angela rolls around onto her back.* “Yes! Everything went fine! The seamstress in the village got my measurements and already had a dress that was perfect!”

Jack:
“That’s a bad thing?”

Angela:
“No, just… a bit creepy…”

Jack:
*Jack nods.* “I see. Well this town is a bit on the spooky side…”

Angela:
“A bit? Jack honey, I’m pretty sure the local hairdresser is a vampire.”

Jack:
“Oh, Cherri? Nah, she’s just a witch.”

Angela:
“And that brings up another thing… Is your grandmother *actually* a witch?”

Jack:
*Jack closes his laptop.* “...Short answer? No. Long answer? She’s got some kinda magic up her sleeves and just uses the name Witch as a simplified term for the folks here.”

Angela:
“I see…”

Jack:
“Anyway… I sent out the invitations. And Pip should be here a few days before the wedding to help get things set up.”

Angela:
“Did he convince Beau to come along?”

Jack:
“Not likely..”

Angela:
“Then how exactly is he gonna get here?”

Jack:
*Jack shrugs.* “Pip has his methods…”

Sleet:
*Sleet bursts through the door covered in scorch marks.* “Excuse me but could one of you PLEASE do something with that creature in the pantry?”

Angela:
“Creature?”

Jack:
*Jack shakes his head annoyedly before whistling.*

Jabber:
*Jabber zips in still chewing on some food.*

Jack:
“Jabber, I told you to stay out of Mr. Sleet’s way.”

Sleet:
“I begin to think that thing doesn’t comprehend English…”

Jabber:
“Oh I comprehend it, I just choose to ignore fleabags like you.”

Jack and Angela chuckle at Jabber’s remark which only proves to annoy Sleet further.

Sleet:
“And what is so humorous?”

Jack:
“Nothing of note Sleet, point is Jabber apologizes for his behavior.”

Jabber:
*Jabber makes a face at Sleet.*

Sleet:
“...Somehow I doubt that… In any case, please for the love of Dark Gaia keep this beast under control… Otherwise I’ll be searching up recipes for roasted wisp…”
*Sleet leaves with a nod.*

Jabber:
“Well, somebody doesn’t know how our anatomy works…”

Jack:
“Jabber even I don’t know how your anatomy works.”

Angela:
“Yeah… Pretty sure you have a black hole where your stomach should be.”

Jabber:
“Har har… Very funny… Soooo… When’s everybody gonna be here?”

Jack:
“In a few days–” *A ping goes off on Jack’s laptop.* “Oh! Well, we got our first guest confirmation.”

Angela:
“Oooh who is it?”

Jack:
*Jack smiles.* “A certain jewel thief friend of ours…”

Angela:
“...I really should have looked that invite list over shouldn’t I?”

Jack:
“Probably so. But, what’s done is done. But in any case we may need to reconsider our officiator…”

Angela:
“Oh? You’re not going with Reverend Uncle Dictator?”

Jack:
“Well, it could cause issues… As much as I’d like to have him… we’ll just have to figure out someone else…”

Ah but WHO?! I’m not available to do it… and I don’t think they’d trust Blip with that kind of power… Meh, we’ll find out soon enough…

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## Characters

*In order of appearance:*

* Angela Evazorn
* Jack Beakton
* Jabber
* Diana Beakton
* Black Death
* Scratch
* Grounder
* Breezie the Hedgehog
* Blight Beakton
* Pedro
* Metal Sonic
* Wendy Witchcart
* Sleet Von Wulf