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Flowers From Your Ashes

A good day to die, and a fine time for gardening.

Wasn’t it convenient that Death used sickles for work?

To add insult to injury, the cat died by fire this time. The flowers in the wolf’s lungs withered like all the sunlight and water had just vanished from the world. They were dry when Death spat them out and cut their stems. Orange and red gladioli, like the previous six times.

Death knew Puss in Boots would revive, and so would the cut blooms in Death’s lungs.

Another three lives for the cat to waste.

Until the last harvest.

I like Vasquez she makes this case so much more interesting

"We have to make sure you become realized as a first-rate prosecutor, don't we? .......It wouldn't be very interesting otherwise."

Clingy

Maybe the true dungeon was the meshi we made along the way!

I Don't Want Your Shadow

"No… You can’t be here, this is supposed to…!"

"Make you immortal?"

Death sneered at the cat cowering inside the sealed pod:

"All this machine can do is gather data from your memories, create an approximate replica of your legend, and upload it into a robot.

"I don’t chase lifeless shams, Puss in Boots. I am here for you," Death’s sickle knocked on the glass. "You’re gonna use your last moments to ‘save’ your precious legend? Or are you gonna fight?"

Death could crush him inside the pod; instead, he waited.

Puss clenched his sword, and slammed the cancel button.

Words Unspoken

Jack Horner’s wish had cataclysmic consequences.

All magical creatures were stripped of their powers or disappeared outright. Those who remained were entirely at the mercy of an all-powerful tyrant.

Puss could no longer talk, wield a sword, or stand on his hind legs. But he remembered who he was.

The wolf remembered him too. Puss had known as soon as they had met again, red eyes locked on green.

He looked from the cat to the former pie factory turned magical fortress. They were headed the same way.

Words were unnecessary. Their intent was clear:

‘We’ll take him down together.’

Shhhhhh they're sleeping...