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“Ya, you.” Hel replied firmly, and laughed a bit again. “Ah, do not say that, Mot! If there are beings out there who think I am nice…then you are more than definitely capable of being inspiring, okay?” Hel then reached out and lightly bopped the reaper on top of his head, scowling. “Stop saying that! I think you are very capable of becoming a good boogeyman…” The reaper paused, and for a brief moment, she couldn’t help but look…bothered.

So…Mot would stick to it because he made a pinky promise with the mermaid…but her constant encouragement and faith in him didn’t mean a thing?

Hel frowned briefly, before she shook her head, and bopped his head again. “Well…there you are…you have a real lady counting on you, now, best to not let her down, or you will tarnish your honor for all eternity.”

“But Mooooooooooot~” She reached out and grasped his cheeks. “If you can not even catch a glimpse of it now, how can you star walking towards it?” She pulled his cheeks a bit. “You will be okay. Everything works out in the end, someway, some how.” She pulled his cheeks once more before she let them go, and listened to his words. At the end, she puffed out her cheeks for a moment before deflating.

“Well, alright then ~ Since you have someone else, I will just stop wasting my breath uttering my honest beliefs that you will succeed as a Boogeyman, since they obviously do not make you feel better.” The reaper swung her leg over the top of Mot’s head and then slid off of the bed, where she went over to her loom, and waved a hand at him. “Come, come. Here is my blanket, almost finished, like you asked!”

“You know that I do not bull s**t, Mot, so there must be something there. How can you not see it?” Wait…wait…was…Mot whining at her? The ghoul looked up from her blanket and stared at the grim. She regretted it. That pathetic look…UGH. It only worked on her from Mot…and Mitsu (sometimes). That was so…so not awesome. Hel also couldn’t help but wonder about some of Past Hel’s choices…

Hrm.

“No, I am not mad.” Typical woman answer for you’re screwed. “Look at my blanket, Mot!” Hel exclaimed, and reached down to pet at it. “You can touch it here, but not at the bottom, or it will unravel the ends, alright?”

Hel grinned. “Ya! I know right!? This will be the best blanket ever!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

At the mention of FooFoo though, the ghoul’s expression turned flat, and she stared at Mot. “Oh, speaking of which…I am missing a pair of orange and white strippers and a pair of black with orange trim…soooooo if those happens to ah…ya know, show up in your room, return them, ya?” Her panties, of course.

Damn FooFoo.

“It got serious the moment he started pilfering my precious panties!” Hel replied. Did she care about other ghoul’s panties or seeds? No. No she did not. She was just looking out for number one.

“You tell that foxfire that if he keeps it up, he will be number one on my pillage list and I will make a hat out of him.”

Hel looked stern for a moment longer, before with another huff it completely disappeared. Now she couldn’t help but sport a bemused smile. Some things just wouldn’t change while she was still here at Amity, and that was getting her panties pilfered by a wily FoxFire.

As Mot rose to his full height though, Hel could help but just look at him, contemplative. It was…weird…how she didn’t feel a thing anymore. Well, no romantic love for him in the least. Nadda. Nothing. Not even a twinge as she stared at him. What she did feel though, was a different sort of adoration for him…this desire to see him make something out of his life, to push him hard, even if he’d get upset with her. To be there for him, no matter what he may say or do. She felt like he needed that, whether or not he realized it.

After some time, she snapped back to attention, blinking before chuckling. “Oh, I suppose…though I am not sure you should reward bad behavior…” She teased before rubbing the back of her neck. “…Neh, Mot?” She paused. “…You know what I feel like when I look at you now? Your mother.” She grinned then.

Hel laughed, but it wasn’t mocking. No, it was rather good natured, and she reached out to snag Mot’s wrist before the reaper could storm out. “Hey, now…” She started. “…Stop acting like a child, and maybe I would not feel so, ya?” She grinned a bit.

“Listen…when I last came to speak to you…I had told myself that if you and I could not get along…if we could not agree to maintain our friend…I would let you go, permanently…I would have nothing to do with you anymore.” She squeezed his wrist lightly. “But I could not. I was sure I could, but the thought of not being there to push you forward, to help you be the best you could possibly be…it saddened me too much.”

Hel grinned. “That is the spirit, Motty!” She cheered. “It is just another obstacle you need to overcome!” She nodded her head as he spoke, still holding onto his wrist and not letting him go yet. It was true; it was something he needed to work on. If Mot wanted to be seen like a man…then he needed to start acting like one…and as of late well….He hadn’t been acting like one.

“Who says I am hovering? I am not hovering! I am just saying I will be there to pick you back up and send you on your way when you fall, that is all…” The ghoul trailed off for a moment, thoughtful, before she finally let go of his wrist with a soft sigh, her smile fading. She stared up at the reaper, resting her hands on her hips. “…Mot, we may not die easily, and we may live for a long time…but our existences are still…fleeting. I do believe we could be here one moment and then gone the next…do all that you can. Do not have any regrets. I believe you have the potential to do great deeds…one day.”

She spun on her heel then, facing her loom, and waved her hand dismissively.

“Shoo now, Mot. Go sulk and have your tantrum elsewhere.”