Another commission; this is from the same person who created Tock Crockwork and Caelyum in past stories. This time, we introduce another OC of theirs: Xavier Madoc, based on The Mad Doctor from Epic Mickey. This is also my first time properly writing for Idia and Ortho! :D
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“You sure this is everything you need, me hearties?”
“Nya! It better be! Some of this is heavy!”
You smirked as you adjusted the box of electronic equipment in your arms. You checked on your companions, who were carrying similar boxes. To your right strolled Grim, the fire-eared, trident-tailed, cat-like imp. He was carrying a very small box - fitting for his size - while yours was more medium sized. A box matching the size of yours was in the arms of your more human comrade: a tall, slender young man with long, fuschia-colored dreadlocks, dressed all in brown.
“Thanks for the help, Cael,” you said to him gratefully.
Caelyum De Macabre shrugged cheerily.
“Don’t mention it!” he chuckled. “For one thing, helping you get this stuff was part of my job at the Mystery Shop. Sam prides himself on having everything; if I couldn’t find something like all this, he might dock my pay.”
“Would he?” you blinked.
“Probably not, but he MIGHT,” huffed Cael. “And as for carrying some of this…”
His smile became more bashful.
“…I owe you both. If it weren’t for you all…I might not have been able to reconcile with Mia.”
“How is she, by the way?” you asked, tilting your head, then smirked teasingly. “Have you proposed yet?”
“Well…um…yes and no?” chuckled Cael, pausing to flick a stray dreadlock out of his face before continuing. “We had a talk about that, actually, and…we decided it would be best to wait to get married till after I finished school.”
“Well, as soon as you have your wedding, make sure you guys send me and Grim an invite!”
Cael nodded to say he would, then both of you paused as you heard a sort of growly groan come from Grim.
“Having trouble, Little Monster?” Cael asked, tilting his own head this time.
“I wish people would stop calling me that,” grumbled the imp, and continued to march onward, tail flicking angrily behind him as the blue flames in his ears crackled faintly. “I’ve got it. The Great Grim won’t be defeated by a box!”
He paused, blinked, then mumbled: “That’s something I didn’t think I’d say today…”
Both yourself and Caelyum snickered.
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