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The fae tried. They really tried. They offered gold. The human had money. They offered a new name, hoping to trick the human into reclaiming their original moniker. The human argued they'd go by a nickname. The fae offered true magic, the ability to fly or peer into other worlds or breathe fire. or whatever they wanted if they'd please, just please, take the name back. The human simply smiled and whispered "No refunds, buyer beware", pointing o the sign hanging outside the fae's shop.

They tried to pawn it off on another, before the torment began. They tried to trick other fae, posing as baristas, into taking the name. But they recognized the danger. The ridicule associated with it. They tried to sell it to a demon, in exchange for insignificant favors. But the demons wanted true souls, not true names. Even the fae's contact at Witness Protection didn't want to use the damned thing as a pseudonym.

After days of trying to re-negotiate, revoke, or even relinquish the name, all failing, the fae accepted their fate and went home, anticipating that first deadly blow. They would know. All deals made were common knowledge to the colony. The fae crept in the door, looking upon their gathered family, and waited for the first quip.

"Ay yo, Adrian!" Came a shaky Sylvester Stallone impression. One of surely millions more to come.

"Fuck."

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Submitted by katanakid13 on Sun, May 29, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

The fay realised its mistake the moment it 'stole' the human's name, for it had inherited all of the crippling burdens that came with it. "No refunds, buyer beware," the human simply said.