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GERALD & THE FEATHERED BANDITS — PART III: THE MIDNIGHT PROCESSION Midnight. There are certain things in life that should concern you. A random knock at your door when you aren't expecting anyone. Your dog staring intently into an empty corner of the room. Hearing your name whispered when you're the only soul in your home. A child calmly telling you in detail how they died. And now apparently... being summoned into the woods at midnight by a crow who just recently kidnapped your best friend and threatened to seize her fucking toe. Yet here I stood. At 11:57 PM. Outside. Wearing my crown of sticks. Because apparently when Gerald said "we ride at midnight," he indeed expected formal attire. Kitten stood beside me gripping the walnut Gerald had given her. She had not let go of it since receiving the damned thing in the dungeon. Not because she'd grown emotionally attached to it. But because Gerald had made it exponentially clear that losing it would have... consequences. "I still don't understand why I have to carry this fucking walnut." "It's probably ceremonial." "He threatened my toe over this god forsaken organization." "Technically, I was the one who threatened your toe. Gerald just merely provided the options of such threats." She slowly turned toward me. "That somehow makes it worse." Fair. 11:59. Nothing. No Gerald. No crows. No humming. Just darkness. Then... Midnight. Every light on the block went out. Not flickered. Not dimmed. Just out. Kitten grabbed my arm. "Bexxy." "Yeah." "Was that Gerald?" "Genuinely I don't have any idea anymore." Then we heard it. Click. A talon scrapping against metal. Another. Click. Then another. Click. One by one, shapes began appearing along the power lines. Crows. Hundreds of them. Completely silent. No squawking. No wings. Nothing. Just black silhouettes appearing against the moonlight. Watching. Waiting. Then Gerald landed on my mailbox. Which reminds me...through all of this...I STILL HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GET MY FUCKING MAIL. Irrelevant. Except... Gerald looked different. Around one leg was a tiny piece of crimson cloth. Around the other... a little silver chain. And hanging from his beak was— "Is that my fucking necklace?" Kitten whispered. Gerald looked at her. Hmmm. "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THAT?" Gerald turned his back. Apparently questions were not on tonight's agenda. Figures. Then the cortege began. Gerald flew. The militia followed. We did as well. Because at this point, if Gerald walked into a fucking volcano I'd probably sigh, grab some snacks, and follow him just to see how the plot developed. Fuck it, why not? We entered the woods. The deeper we walked, the quieter everything became. No insects. No wind. No leaves moving. Nothing. Even our footsteps seemed wrong. Muted even. Like the forest was swallowing the sound. Kitten moved closer. "I don't like this." "You haven't liked any of this." "AND HAVE I BEEN WRONG YET?" ... I loathe when she does that. Ahead of us, Gerald landed on a crooked branch of a large decaying tree. Weird choice. Hmmm. We stopped. He looked at Kitten. Then at the walnut. She held it up. "Yes, I still have your stupid fucking nut." Gerald puffed his feathers. "Sorry. Your incredibly important sacred nut." Gerald nodded. Progress. *spirit fingers* Then he looked at me. More specifically... at my crown. I adjusted it. "What?" Hmmm. "Gerald, I wore the fucking crown. What more do you want from me?" He flew down and landed upon a stone. Except... it wasn't just a stone. There were markings carved into it. Ancient ones. There were circles. There were lines. And symbols I didn't recognize. But directly in the center... a crown. The same crooked, uneven shape as the crown sitting on my head. My stomach dropped. "Kitten.." "Yes?" "Remember when we thought the stick crown was stupid?" "I STILL think it's stupid." "There is literally an ancient drawing of it." "Two things can be true at once." Gerald tapped the stone. Once. Twice. Thrice. The ground shook. Nope. Absolutely the fuck not. The earth beneath the stone cracked open with a low grinding sound. Cold air scuttled out from beneath us. And suddenly there were stairs. Going down. Because apparently Gerald's real estate portfolio consists exclusively of places that would get us murdered in the backrooms. Kitten looked towards me. I looked towards Kitten. "I'm NOT going down there." Gerald: Hmmm. Kitten: "Fuck you Gerald." Gerald slowly looked at her feet. ... "STOP LOOKING AT MY FUCKING TOES." I grabbed her arm. "Come on." "I hate you right now." "You've stated that already." And down we went. Gerald first. Me second. Kitten third. And behind us... the crows. Thousands of them. Silent. Watching. Descending. At the bottom was a subterranean abyss. Cobblestone walls. Old candles. Bones. Before anyone gets dramatic— animal bones...I think. Yeah we're going with animal bones. For legal purposes. And in the middle of the cavernous hall sat a giant wooden table. Gerald landed on it. The other crows arranged themselves against the walls. Every single one facing us. Kitten whispered: "This feels a bit cultist." "They're crows." "Crows could have cults." "Can they?" "LOOK AROUND YOU." Again. Fair. Gerald tapped the table. On it was a map. to our neighborhood. Except this map was old. Extremely old. There were no modern streets. No homes. Just the forest. A creek. A few strange symbols. And one vast black circle. Directly underneath... my home. I stared at Gerald. "What the fuck is that?" Gerald didn't hum. For the first time since meeting him... Gerald didn't make a sound. He solely stared at the circle. And suddenly... every crow in the chamber lowered their heads. That was considerably worse than humming. Kitten whispered: "Bexxy..." "I see it." "Why are the murder birds bowing?" "YOU KNOW AS MUCH AS I KNOW!" Gerald finally looked at me. Then my crown. Then the circle. Everything clicked. The surveillance. The scouting. The militia. The coronation. The dungeon. Framing me. I still don't know what for... Kitten. The midnight procession. Gerald didn't make me King because he liked me. That raven-feathered little fucker had been drafting me. For something... ...Something beneath my home. "Gerald..." He ever so slowly nodded. Then he turned toward Kitten. Her trial had begun. Gerald tapped the walnut. Then pointed toward the black circle. Kitten stared at him. "Absolutely fucking not." Gerald: Hmmm. "No." HMMMM. "MY TOE IS NOT PART OF THIS NEGOTIATION!" Gerald looked at me. I shrugged. "He's got you there." "YOU ARE A TERRIBLE KING." "Give me a week." Gerald pointed again. Kitten sighed as she walked toward the table. And placed the walnut directly over the black circle. Nothing happened. We waited. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Kitten looked at Gerald. "There. I did your dumb little—" THUMP. Something beneath us shifted. The candles went out. Every crow exploded into an ear curdling screech. Kitten grabbed me. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" "GERALD?!" Then— THUMP. Closer. Silt fell from the ceiling. Gerald flew onto my shoulder. His claws dug deeply into my shirt. And for the first time... Gerald looked afraid. Not nervous. Not cautious. Completely and irrevocably afraid. Which was entirely fucking inconvenient. Gerald is supposed to be the terrifying one. "Gerald..." Very quietly... barely more than breath... Hmmm. And somehow... I understood him perfectly. Whatever is it is...it knows the King has returned. ... Kitten stared at me. "What did he say?" I looked into the darkness. "Nothing." "Bexxy." "Nothing of importance." THUMP. "YOU ARE A HORRIBLE FUCKING LIAR." "Stating the obvious..." The crows abruptly took flight. Thousands of wings beating through the chamber. Gerald screamed. And every bird vanished up the staircase. I grabbed Kitten. "RUN." "YOU DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING TELL ME TWICE." We sprinted. Up the stairs. Through the woods. Branches tearing at our clothes. Crows screaming overhead. Something moving through the trees behind us. Something BIG. I refused to look back. Kitten did. She immediately regretted it. "BEXXY." "DON'T!" "BEXXY!" "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW." "RUN FUCKING FASTER!" Excellent feedback. We burst through the tree line. The streetlights sputtered back on. And everything stopped. Silence. No footsteps. No movement. Nothing. Gerald landed on my mailbox. Perfectly calm again. Of course he was. I bent over trying to breathe. Kitten was still clutching at my arm. "Gerald..." He looked at me. "What the FUCK did you have us wake up?" Gerald tilted his head. Hmmm. Then he dropped a tiny piece of paper at my feet. Two words. PHASE ONE. ... I stared at him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS PHASE ONE?!" Gerald flew away. Kitten and I just stood there in silence. Finally she looked at me. "I want it officially documented that I was completely against this from the beginning." "Noted." "I'm keeping my toe." "We'll discuss it." "THERE IS NOTHING TO DISCUSS!" From somewhere deep into the darkness: HMMMMMM. Kitten looked toward the woods. "I SWEAR TO GOD, GERALD!" And somewhere beneath my home... Something knocked a dangerous knock. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Ill fortunes always bears three fruits. So anyway... I don't think Gerald is trying to overthrow me anymore. Which is great. Unfortunately... I am certain he made me King and we're going to war. With what? I can only assume it wont be any good.

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