#mono tries to figure out some things

[grim-faux]

3 _ 45 _ The Trick and the Tricked

First – An Echo Rebounds Through the Silent City

Trigger Warning for disturbing themes and images and some graphic descriptions. I know this is Little Nightmares, but sometimes these chapters get too wholesome I don't want people forgetting what series this is.

On the frumpy couch draped a long limbed and long bodied shape, the head tilted far back with the hat askew and low over the brow. Throughout the small living space extending from the inert shape, the air buzzed gently, a lone standing lamp in one corner – partially bent in the center – flashed periodically. Boxes and other castoffs such as clothing and collapsed erosion from the ceiling, coated the floor in a fine archeological curiosity of a past history. The archway of the distant hall awaited silent and dim, while a mischievous breeze skittered through a distant room somewhere. If not for the lanky figure sprawled on the couch this abode would be no different from the winding roads and prolific buildings brimming throughout the Pale City; deserted and forgotten.

However, abandoned on the floor huddled one lone cushion. The grungy cushion separated from its home beside the couch's base and waddled across the floor. That is, until it flopped forward, and the child tumbled over it.

It was great joy for Mono to climb onto the back of the cushion, snare it by a corner (or two) and try to pull the cushion up and over, all while he stood on it. Coupled with the weird distortions the Thin Man caused with his twitching, it was almost as if the cushion had a will of its own. Though it didn’t. Where or which way the cushion would flip was always a surprise, each time he tried to anticipate when he’d lose his balance and try catching himself before plopping onto his backside. Thus far, he was having a difficult time with that objective. This was all a lot of coordination and balance, a game he couldn't afford to avoid.

For Mono under his latest hat, the room is very dark, it was dark even when he managed to find his way back to the isolated dwelling a while ago. Some of the windows from other residents revealed the dark was ever present, thus quiet and dark time when the lampposts blazed brightest in the murk. This didn’t mean Mono could curl up in his room, since the tall thin man was already doing the rest. That was annoying and alarming to come back to, but nothing stopped the Thin Man from doing whatever he wanted to do. But the Thin Man did look so out of it when Mono caught him - the tall man should know better than run away from Mono when keep each other was the best. Then again, he didn't keep the bird.

She always liked when he caught something. This Mono knew, because they always had fights. When the Thin Man knew everything, then stuff like birds made him remember the girl. He knew Mono had Her and She was for a while his, and that upset the man and his hat. Even if he never did speek about Her to Mono, that didn't mean the Thin Man wasn't think about it. Mono tried not to think about any of that while he had his Thin Man.

Instead, he focused on other activities. Such as fighting the couch pillow. It wasn’t as great as the cushy pillows from the stores, but it flopped around and he could haul it through to the other rooms and across the small living space. He liked pretending the Thin Man was watching and impressed with Mono's power and skill. He always wanted Mono to do more. So, with mighty Mono strength he would lift the stiff cushion and hurl it a foot or something, and lunge at the stiff fiber to bite and kick. And headbutted it. Hard.

When he tumbled a little closer to the Thin Man’s place, Mono uncoiled himself and shuffled over to the statue figure. With a flash of his hand, he swung out an arm and smacked one long leg. And much faster, he turned coattail and zipped toward the corridor and hid beside the crooked edge.

Concealed by the corner of the wall, he fixed his hat and peeked out, checking for flicker of the light or a bristle in the static tinge soaked into the room. Nothing.

Zilch response.

That made Mono feel somewhat better, for some reason. The man in the hat was quiet. Mono made certain the rooms remained empty and untouched. Dangers were ever lurking, but Mono was amazing. He never let his guard down. When the Thin Man did rest, the Mono was watch. And he was best at it.

During the quiet spans between scouting, he partook in another activity that was becoming a steady recurrence. Mono would stick to one room and copy mark symbols from a book, onto one of the walls or floor. He only did a few symbols that didn’t need much turns or curves, and like the Thin Man, he liked to add some pictures. To tell his own sort of story. It was all mostly of scenery he recognized – trees and a field of grass, or the big water. And a door. Sometimes he carved out the places he liked to hide, like a broken desk or a little hole in the wall, and added the symbols to make work where this was. Birds would go into the symbol marks too, or what he decided would be bird marks. And a box. And the hallway, with the chair patiently waiting at the very end.

It would be nice if he could draw an opening in the wall and climb into that, whenever he needed one. No televisions or turning, or charred glass bursting at his back. The only time holes could be made in walls was when the boards could be snapped off, or some Viewer or another monster (with a thunder stick) put the hole there. It was better if kids made their own holes, but kids couldn’t do a lot of things that the monsters could.

Like shriek for no reason.

Speek of monsters and hiding, somewhere in his musing, Mono wandered from his speek marking and got into a stealth game! He hid behind corners, or under the dark spaces of furniture. When he abandoned the stuffy shadows completely, it was to emerge into the musty room on delicate feet. He padded among the sturdiest patches of the ruined floor, evading splintered wood or brittle scraps of papers. There was a special skill of skipping carefully and not shredding the feet pads on splinters or whatever else was ground into the timber. He practiced dashing between draperies of murk along the walls and skidded into the inky recesses beneath furniture, practicing holding his breath and not letting his nose tingle with the dust kicked up. It was a habit to retreat backwards on his hands and feet, then stare out into the room for any trace of threat. Listen for any hushed snuffling. Feel the air around his ears as a large shape hurtled with violent intent, seeking the children that sought to stay undetected despite their best efforts.

Sometimes monsters knew for no good reason. It wasn't fair.

Though he was not hiding from anything really, it was good to always know what he could manage while rooms brewed with passive and empty. Disjointed horrors came rooting around during the worst of times, and practiced kept kids from making the dumbest mistakes. Some kids got too scared to run, or couldn’t leap from windows to grab something. He’d seen a lot of kids twisted into bloody ravels.

He made a race from one room into the next, then squeezed up beneath a chair. The dwelling remained void of sounds, aside from his own heartbeat and muffled breathing beneath the brim of his hat.

Nothing lumbered about or bellowed, no abominable intruder crashed into the room. He sheltered from the air and the ugly blotches twisting across the walls. A smolder of pride burned in his chest, despite how inane the whole play act scenario was. He was so wily with escape and disappear, he could practically make himself vanish form the air itself. That skill kept him away from cages. Everything he did was only for escape, and watch others get caught. 

The fire leapt around them. One-by-one, each kid got snared up. He didn't look back.

He scooted from beneath the chair, staying low and creeping on airy steps. With extreme care, he tested his weight on each floorboard. He wanted to make it to the doorway without a creak, but the warped boards made that feat a near impossibility. He inched to the hallway, first perching by the doorframe and checking for movement through the familiar fringes. The cap slipped some over his brow but didn’t bother his vision too much. Crouched low, he prowled into the corridor and slipped along the wall, then upon reaching the next open doorway he coiled down and listened for out of place noises.

Sometimes he thought about the other children. The one’s that chased. Being extra cautious was a new priority on his errand list. So many questions, no answers. Just angry faces and chase.

With a shiver, Mono shook his head. He stood up in the bathroom and abandoned the area, rushing through the corridor and back to the big room. The cushion waiting there received a full tackle, and Mono learned he could hold the lumpy sides and do a barrel roll across the dingy piece of carpet. For a while he fought the cushion, trying to fold it over and sit on it.

One of the plush toys lay on the other side of the room, dumped behind a crate. He abandoned the cushion to dash over and grab the thing. He pulled the floppy animal out and sat with it, giving it a strict scrutiny – arms, head, chest, legs – he examined ever loose thread, and its frayed seams.

“Hurt?” he posed, to the mute, inanimate, and very unalive creature. “Wh’rr hurt?” The stuffed toy didn’t complain when he checked its muzzle. He could pull it apart, that wouldn’t matter to it one bit. On the other hand, Mono would not like being pulled apart. He was still trying to work out how to explain soft to the Thin Man. That was important. The man and his hat didn't understand how soft Mono was, and how it upset him the way the Thin Man pried at his arms and squished his chest. Mono was careful while examining the animal plush. Except when he coiled his arms around it and squeezed. "Shh... shh. Non'that. Ya'ok."

The tall thin man had two modes. Annoyed and grumpy. Mono hoped something would eventually cheer up the man in the hat, but waiting for something never accomplished much. Now, Mono wasn’t sure if it would be okay to stop for rest, because the Thin Man went nutty when he did something different. It was hard to figure what the Thin Man wanted. He wanted Mono to do powers, or make speek, and sometimes looked at Mono so closely it made his bones tingle. And despite always grabbing and looking at Mono, he always looked grumpy about something. This had something to do with the other kids, Mono was certain. They were not Mono.

Mono left the plush propped by the wall and hidden by the crate. He snuck to the far side of the couch and climbed onto the center cushion, where the Thin Man’s arm sagged. One of the smoke sticks dangled between his fingers, a faint wispy trail wound away from its end. He glared at the innocent vapor through the gloom, shoulders cinched beneath the hat and his fists in a knot on the gritty fiber of the couch.

Creeping a little closer to the Thin Man’s wrist, Mono griped at the dingy fabric of the seat cushion with his toes, to keep himself from somersaulting forward. He never got a good look at them while the things were lit, the Thin Man was always busy eating them. The Thin Man did speek that this was not food, but he always gnawed on the burning things. Staring at the smoldering tip, it really didn’t look like food. He was close enough, and with the contrast of the drafty room, he could detect how warm the stick was. Is that what made the Thin Man warm?

Mono stuck his tongue against the end the Thin Man always bit—

The fingers twitched, and Mono recoiled to the base of the couch’s backside. He curled down into the crease, hands latched over his cap and knees barred around his face. For several seconds he hunkered down, waiting for anything, braced for the worst. However, nothing happened.

Uncoiling ever so slowly, he craned his head up and checked for other signs. The Thin Man looked detached and hushed, the sharp angles of his outline vibrating.

“Ar’wake?” Mono whispered. He inched closer to the tall thin man and pushed against his knee. No response. It didn’t look like the Thin Man shut his eyes, but Mono didn’t really think he shut his own eyes when he did half sleep. He couldn’t be sure. The Thin Man was different, anyway.

Despite his uncertainty, Mono shook out of the defensive bubble and stood by the Thin Man’s leg. He planted his hands on the stiff slacks and perched, watching the face intently. The static curled through the room calm, no reaction comes from the Thin Man. Mono tried to decide how long the Thin Man was rest, but the tall thin man was already out when he found him. It wouldn’t matter either, the Thin Man might have dream haunts or just wake when he felt like it.

Satisfied by the lack of any reaction, Mono put his weight on his arms and clambered onto the Thin Man’s lap. He scooted in close to the tol man and tucked his arms against his chest, then could nestle against the Thin Man’s tummy and listen for the static rustling. His hat bent awkwardly against his ear, but he was used to that. Warmth, but no rest. Someone had to be watch. As always, the task was left to Mono. He could be comfortable for a while, and have together; even if it was not real. It wasn’t really fake, either. It was important for Mono.

Skittery and off creaking did draw Mono from his quiet musings and calm. Mostly the walls groaning, a draft slicing through the distant window. He set focus on the main corridor, where something unspeakable would enter with bellowing and flailing arms. Sighing, he pressed his face into the edge of the jacket and kept one eye open, needle point attention directed on all of their surroundings.

She... the Six. The time with her reminded him about stuff that happened before the Thin Man, when he packed with other kids. Real pack. Not what he did with the Thin Man. That was forever ago and somehow felt much further away, even when he found Her again. She tried to throw him away once, but the Thin Man was there… he didn’t remember much before Her, and sort of forgot about her when he had the Thin Man. His head was foggy about everything he did to steal her back – he remembered the Tower, and doors. The light was bright and things floated around, but not Mono. Mono fell.

He tightened up into his coat more, and thought about the bird. Well, not the bird. The Thin Man took him from that place, and put him in another. He gave him a box to rip apart, and it had the food stuff inside. The Thin Man left the way he always did, and Mono had to go look for him again. Some other things happened. Another monster different from the Viewers and wandering through a building. Mono tricked it. He was good at tricks. He was getting better at catching birds. He was not good with keeping friends, though. At least he could be with the Thin Man sometimes. Thanks to Mono, the Thin Man stayed safe. It was a full time busy, but it made important.

Eventual. That was something the Thin Man always made story about. The event'eels. He always talked about the place where Mono would be, and there would be good stuff and friends. Lots of other children.

But he didn’t want other children or good stuff. The best was when he had his Thin Man, and when he was happy to be around Mono. At the same time, the creeping sense tinkled the back of his thoughts, reminding him that this wasn’t forever. Like all the others, the Thin Man had to go away too. Would he go back to the Tower and wait for some other kid to sum’en him? Maybe the Thin Man would just get bored with Mono and go stay with the other children, even if they didn’t like the tall man or his hat. He didn't understand anything about the Thin Man. except the keep children and watch them. That was what all the scrawled pictures of the silhouette and the hat meant, the children saw the Thin Man.

The edge of the city was still out there. It had a beginning, there had to be border somewhere. If it wasn’t a myth. It had been forever since he saw anything other than the tall spire in the distance, observing the ruined world it presided over. Or any other sort of landmark that to suggest a region beyond city roads and crowding skyrises existed. One day – not today but someday – he would try again to hurt the Tower. Then, the city might crumble away like the glitching children he tried to hug. Then, he wasn’t for sure but the idea did creep into him, if the Tower was tricked, it would never know where he would go, where he would be. It would all stop.

Maybe he would escape to the edge of the city and the open forests beyond the towering buildings. Forests and thick trees, like in the books he flipped through. Forests had animals, and biggest scary animals. The Hunters forests was very dangerous, what if all forests had big Hunters with thunder sticks and they fought the largest beasts? He barely got away from one Hunter. If not for….

Mono had strange ideas when it was quiet. His head always like to wander and plan. Someday….

He sniffled and pried himself away from the warmth of the Thin Man’s coat. He scrambled off the couch and dashed to the entrance of the corridor. He huddled by the wall, plucking debris out of his coattail. Not long following the retreat, the static on the air hummed. He plucked his head up and fixed his hat, when the Thin Man began to shift. The bent standing lamp flickered, as the tall thin man gave the room a short examination; he looked at the book left on the cushion beside him, before drawing his hand with the smoke stick wedged there, up to his face. The eyes beneath the hats sheltered rim gleamed as the orange ember blazed. It was always so neat the way the Thin Man did that.

No dream haunts. He would be in a good mood.

Mono left the shelter of the threshold and returned to the Thin Man. He ventured over to the long legs and patted the Thin Man on the shin, then turned and tottered off. Coattail flashing and legs whirling. He did debate taking a rest first, but it was important to do a scout through the lower stories; check for foods, see what the Viewers would be up to. Deal with them, too. A kids work was never done.

It’s the usual sort of hassle to haul something, in this case a large pot from the kitchen, to the entry. Even harder, pulling the door shut from the outside. But he has a solid scheme for getting the door secured and in order, allowing him to start off without alerting anything hazardous lurking around.

The rickety groaned in greeting around him. Some of the doors along the hall hung open, and the wind within windows spat at his passenger. No other sounds breached the symphony of the building, only the ruin of the walls ached by the wind and the rains sending rivers of water cascading down the walls. He reached the corridors turn and crept up to the corner, checking around the edge before moving out fully. On this side the floor was in worse shape, large gaps in the panels showed the rooms beneath.

A lever for an elevator does nothing when he pulled it. It might have something to do with the loose cable dangling inside the shaft. He has no problem grabbing the stiff cable and letting himself down, the dark of the chute surrounding him like an icy blanket. Through the walls trickled the rains seeking paths within the flanking walls, gurgling like the Flesh brewing between the cracks and surging across the floor. It was always there watching him, laughing at his struggles with getting to Her.

The sing box laughed at him too, didn’t it? He hated that so much. It knew he wanted with everything in his power to get her away, and fix everything that was wrong. Fight the Tower… or save his Six. He chose Six.

By the time he reached the only level with the open gate, his eyes burned with dust. He angled himself on the cable and leapt off, his feet made a satisfying Plop when he touched down. The floor creaked some as he renewed his running, choosing a lit corridor to the right rather the dim hall stretching into obscurity ahead.

Something might lurk that way. Cover first, listen, then scout around. He also made an effort to rub the wetness off his face before he got too carried away. He didn’t need to stumble into anything that would be rooting around for the sounds. There was no such thing as being too careful, just kids stole and never seen again.

From his recollection, these levels were very high up and the only way Mono could reach them was by crawling within the walls and sneaking through some vents. If there had been an easier way up, like a stairway or another elevator that worked, he would have used that. He wasn’t really sure if the window he entered from was attached to these floors and rooms he wandered through, sometimes the buildings leaned into each other and the only way to navigate the city was through the internal bridges of the connected corridors. A lot of times he did navigate the lower floors, and would get stranded from the upper stories because of a collapse or some other travel – such as a formally study rope snapping.

Mono was sure this time would be fine. He knew these corridors very well, and there were no Viewers lurking in the rooms he scouted through. No televisions crooning either, though the buzzing boxes no longer held the same draw over the creatures the way it used to.

Out on the streets, he had watched from a high brick wall as a Viewer trudged past a television sitting on a mound of cracked asphalt. Nothing stopped the Viewer from reaching the screen or the soft chatter of the song tunes, but the adult marched on by.

And came right over to where Mono was perched, and gawked up at him.

It was expected, but the whole thing still unsettled Mono. Which was why he had not chosen a side to hop off the wall. The Thin Man warned him the Viewers had been… zesty. Or testy? Something Eee about the televisions and not looking at them.

Thus far, none of the rooms had produced anything that could interest him. He crept along a countertop, working to get the upper cabinets opened with a thin pipe he plucked up. It was too light to be a weapon, and bent easily when the broken cupboards refused to share their secrets. He’d like to take the metal thing to the Thin Man and see what he would do with it, but he couldn’t climb with it and didn’t have a way to hook it onto his coat ring.

He sat beside the cabinet, fiddling with the ring on his coat and trying to bend the pipe, but something in the doorway caught his attention.

It was a flash of something fast, and he twisted around to face the other entry fully. There was another doorway he had been facing, but that led deeper into the home. It would be bad to get trapped in the dwelling, but he wasn’t worried about the thing he saw.

Taking the pipe along, he rushed to the threshold where he saw the movement. When he reached the edge of the doorframe, he crouched low and watched the large room.

As he knew, it was an other child. The Thin Man must have been looking for them. This realization made Mono’s chest tighten. They must be lost. The kid was sneaking further along the wall, across from where he huddled and watched. The kid snuck and glanced around, but didn’t notice Mono yet. When the other kid was near the doorway at the other wall, Mono inched away from his hide spot crept after them.

The other kid navigated through the next room. Their face skimmed over furniture and a collapsing bookshelf, but none of the furniture gave much hide space. The only way out of the room was a vent close to the floor. Mono didn’t wait for them to disappear into the dark passage, and scurried into the room,

“Psst. Hey.” He didn’t stay in the open, and ducked under a nearby table when the other kid looked back. Now that they faced him, he decided they might be a girl, in a very oversized sweater or some other kid of shirt thick with thick fiber. It might’ve been all the kid wore, since it came down all the way to their knees. He couldn’t tell and that wasn’t important.

“Woo,” the kid called back. She(?) turned and went to the opening of the vent, but stalled there to twist around and beckon to him. Then she slipped into the gloomy passage. The thudding noises hummed back into the room, soft and careful the way children stalked through the hollowed passages to avoid alerting creatures.

Without wasting any more time, Mono scampered to the flue and crawled inside. The pipe clonked the walls when he tried to haul it inside, so he ditched it in favor of catching up. It didn’t take him long to reach the other child in the vent, he was good at skipping on his fingers and keeping his strike fluid. He was always good at flee and hide.

“Hey.” In the faint glow from an open vent above, the other kid glanced back at him. Used the familiar speek.

“Ladder?” he murmured. They didn’t respond, but they didn’t hit him or shove at him away. The kid only turned and kept moving through the vent.

“Him? He cooed. “For him?” They weren’t going the right way to find the tall then man, but she might was still searching around the lower floors. Was she protecting the Thin Man? That was his job!

It was some crawling and narrow turns in the vent, somewhere the walls buckled from a collapse. At some point it would cave in entirely, but he didn’t worry about that. Mono scooted out of the opening after the girl, his hand gunked up by something on the floor.

“Hey.” He tugged on the girls sleeve, and she looked over at him. “Mono.” He placed his palms over his chest, and repeated, “Mono.”

The girl tilted her head, her brows knitted in a strange way. She didn’t say anything, she just scuffed her heel on the floor. Her feet were strange, not like his. “Chi’va’yus cajuh yasstumah?”

It was Mono’s turn to tilt his head. “Cah…chus?”

“Tah muveus Polski?” she whispered.

Mono let his gaze drift away from the girl, his focus roaming the room and its furnishings. He wondered if the girl came here and waited for the Thin Man.

“Seer de chuztam.” She reached for his hand, but Mono was quick to snap his arm away and brush past the girl. He wandered over to the doorframe and crouched there, checking up and down the hall to either side. The doors along the corridor hung open, and from the pale glow of bulbs gleamed a sort of sheen on the carpet.

“Psst.” The girl inched out of the threshold, her eyes seeking the gloomy portals punched into the doorways. She kept close to the wall, sifting around the bundles of rubbish bags splinting along the seams.

Mono went the other direction, choosing to poke through the open rooms that looked deserted. One of the doors creaked from the gale blasting through the whole in a wall, where the window probably should have been. He wandered over to the edge where the floor splintered and broke away, his feet slipping somewhat on the wood greased by rains and silt. A gust snatched at his hat, but he was swift to snag it back before the rains swatted at his scalp.

He stood high above the rolling mist, watching the dark threads swirl downward to the obscurity of wherever the city and its buildings, and roads, and all the places existed below. The two worlds of the city, the places in the woven roads cutting through smaller buildings, and then the skyrises that stretched into the clouds – erasing the roads. He never didn’t think much about how he reached the summits of the roofs, or the trial of returning the roads below. The buildings were vertical island, each isolated by a sea of insubstantial storms clawing at the foundation. Why did the buildings exist? Who made them? To worship the Tower?

Mysteries that didn’t concern children. They offered food, they provided shelter from the storms, but once he was high into the structures the world below vanished. Ceased existing.

While exploring through one of the other rooms – not torn open and gaping at the clouds – he discovered a nest of toys and the picture speek on walls. He would have jumped onto the pile of soft plushies, but  something was wrong with them. And it was not the scatter of leather wrapped bones layered among the bulbous arms and glassy eyes.

Before really examining the nest, he searched above. The homes always had weird crust and tattered stuff dangling from the windows, and cloth unraveling across the floor – it always caught his toes if he wasn’t careful. Something about the lacey threads on the walls and glistening in the flicking bulb, made him very uneasy. He supposed it was something he had not seen before, but it often worked that unusual things lingering around was not something to dismiss.

The Morgue Hospital was one place where a kid could never let their guard down.

Rather prod at the nest itself, he plucked up a piece of wood from the floor and dug it into the layering. It was silty and dusty, and sort of crusty too. It also held fast to the board like syrup. He didn’t fool around with it much aside from that, and let the flint of wood to its new home.

The other rooms were in the same condition, but Mono took careful scrutiny of the floors and the spaces beneath the furniture. When he first tried to enter a room, his foot caught on something and he tumble to his knees. A bit noisily.

That prompted him to scurry for the nearest chair, but when he got too near it his eyes caught a shimmer of something that made him full stop. Which caused another stumble, with how his foot was now sticky and caught on the flakes of wallpaper on the floor. He ignored that in favor of turning his head, and adjusting his hat enough to peer under the chairs legs.

More of the lacey stuff that shimmered. It looked more like cloth with how thick it coated the chair, but when light from a nearby lamp hit the strands just right, it made the fiber shimmer like filthy water. It looked colorful, like the light from inside the….

A trill of alarm lit the back of his mind.

Now that he was scanning the room over more carefully, his eyes could fix on the shimmering substance sleeked across the walls. At first, he thought it was just from the rains trickling across the drywall the way it always did. Water found its way into everything, despite how deep he burrowed into the walls. But this shimmering wasn’t really moving, it was glinting with each buzz of the light bulb. And also, the gurgling from water was not here. The room was near silent, except for the distant hum of the storm.

Mono did his best to scrap the gunk off the pad of his foot, then scurried from the room. He searched the high walls now, putting the pieces of an ominous puzzle together.

A lot of the rooms had no food. Viewers meant food. The rooms were vacant. Empty. But not abandoned.

“Hey,” he risked. Calling and hissing as he peeked into the rooms. Something about the shimmering wisps swaying in the drafts made him uneasy. He knew it was bad, he knew there was danger. But he didn’t know what. Only what would happen. “Psst.”

Some sort of Whump! rebounded from a distant doorway. It startled Mono into a crouch, and he hid beside the wall listening and judging from what made that sort of bump. For an extended time he remained huddled, looking like nothing but apart of the heap of garbage he stayed beside. It took had the streak of shiny stuff, but he didn’t get close to it.

No other sound alarmed him. Slowly, he uncoiled himself and padded over to the doorway. It was open a crack, with a blade of light peeking out. He slid into the room, checking the walls for anything that might be using the distant cloak of black to shelter terrible intent. Nothing alarmed his already leery thoughts, which led him to search the next pressing eyecatcher.

The girl was over beside the bottom cabinets, laying on her side. This alarmed Mono, especially when an other kid shuffled in closer to her.

Mono gave a snort as he sprang into the room fully, his arms bent at his sides and shoulders squared up. His most intimidating threat for other kids. He was ready to tackle someone.

The brash launched proved to be premature, since the other girl was slowly pushing herself into sitting upright. The bulb above the oven range flashed, momentarily casting darkness through the room. The new kid swiveled toward Mono’s direction and flapped his arm.

No fight, no anger. That was good. And a kitchen, too. Mono cast his gaze across the cabinets, and took in the mugs and junk he could see over the edge of the countertops. Some of the lower cabinets had been opened, but it didn’t look like the two kids had found anything.

“Hey,” he called, as he moved closer to the packmates. It was familiar, like… Her, and him. Together. The thought made him take a deep breath of the musty air.

The other girl slowly climbed to her feet, slow and awkwardly from the bad fall. She made a strange gesture at Mono, which spurred him to skid on his footpads and draw back a step.

It was the way her arm moved. It was broken, but then… she wouldn’t be moving. Not when there was no danger and no flee. The girl sort of raised her arm like a line was tied to her elbow, with her wrist and then hand trailing in a strange direction. It looked more unsettling than the Patients locked in the Morgue Hospital. Why did her arm move that way?

The girl swung her arm again, and the same uncanniness swarmed his thoughts. She took a step back and as she did so, her head sort of tilted back. Not all the way, but enough to convince Mono to take a step back himself.

“Hmm?” he cooed. He watched the boy, who was now inching towards him. When the light brightened once more, the eerie condition of the new child raised panic in Mono. The kid wasn’t wearing a shirt and the pants plastered to his legs had rotted to threads. He was thin, but the texture of his skin and the way the light glistened over the hollows in his ribs… was wrong. Like his bones snaped apart and were trying to drill out.

With morbid fascination, he watched the other kid as their arm made another flapping motion. The other arm dangled at their side like a hollowed shirt sleeve and thinner than a thread, if not for the fingers dangling from the end of that arm Mono might have missed it.

The girls feet scuffed the floor. But she stopped moving. So did the new boy. They stopped moving, but stood and gave him those eerie arm—

Mono’s hair stood on end, and in a flash he had teleported a good ways to the side, nearly colliding with a cabinet. Not a moment after, something whizzed by his shoulder and bowled into the new kid. Mono steadied himself on the cupboard door and backed away, aware he should flee and never look back.

But that had been fast. And absolutely silent.

The other kids flailing arms knocked the girl down as well. She crashed hard to her backside, skull cracking on a discarded knife. The other kid… sort of fell apart.

He was in pieces of limbs. An arm, a leg, a foot tangled up in the lacey gunk coating the cupboards. His head was still rolling, and just gone by the time the oven light pulsed again.

The parts of the kid that did not scatter unraveled. But Mono did not need to see what emerged to put the final pieces together.

A set of sharp limbs descended over the girls body. The creature did nothing to her, but turned its glittery fangs towards the other thing unfolding from the other kids chest.

Mono tried pushing away from the cabinet, but one hand was caught on the gummy silky that decorated the rooms and the child nest. The substance stuck between his fingers and across his palms like gluey trap (something adults sometimes used), it felt like he’d pop his hand off if he pulled any harder.

A lot of rustling and clacking came from the creatures. The spider things. The one that tried to tackle Mono was getting menaced by the one that tore apart the boys body. As for the girl, she sort of rolled over as she struggled to stand. Beneath mess of stringy hair, a set of sharp legs wound up and tucked back into the base of her skull.

Mono could not tug hard enough. He dug his heels into the floor, aware if he smashed his feet into the cupboard he would be triple stuck. The floor here looked safe, but dusty. He tried scooping up handfuls of silt and throwing them at the goopy threads adhered to his palm, but that didn’t seem to be doing enough. It would have been bad if the door popped open with al his struggling, but the whole thing was attached to the cabinets. And the spiders were done hissing at each other, they turned the glossy black eyes towards him. So many eyes, all directed at him.

He hated being looked at!

As the light flashed again, some beside Mono caught his eye. He swept up the shard of glass and jammed that into the space between his hand and the cabinet. Somehow, it did bite through the matted gunk holding him fast, and also churned at the wood splinter he ground it into. Mono dropped to his rump as he continued jamming the blade into the soft wood, tearing up more threads than wood. He bucked hard, fighting the urge to kick at the door. He was making progress, he was going to get loose.

The spiders things hurtled at him right when he gave a final cleave with the glass piece, and gave his body a hard turn – dragging his arm away from the cupboard, but nearly ripping the socket from its joint. Pain was nothing compared to the ghastly sickles drawing up beneath the bristly legs.

Mono launched aside, catching him on his palms before shooting up into a sprint. One of the spider things produced an audible crash when it hit the door, but the other ground to a halt and began turning on its several sharp limps. As he rushed for the doorway he glance over his shoulder, certifying that neither of the two creatures had renewed the chase. On the other side, the girl was just sitting slouched beside the cupboards and no longer moving. Except for the mound of hair coating the nape of her neck.

All the hall looked the same he thought every stretch of glittery patch had something eerie poking from the pockmarked walls. Mono didn’t stop or take second glances, at his back the prattling feet found their heading. The creature was moving fast.

Some of the debris scattered throughout the hall did slow the creature, though. Mono scrambled over a suitcase or a hunk of chair, whereas the spider thing had to adjust its footing. He only took another glimpse to check its progress, a risky look. The spider and the other one had caught up with it, and to his relief that bickered about where the many legs would go. It was still two spiders and him.

To his dismay he couldn’t find a way out of the dwelling, except for the vent where he and the other kid came in. The spiders would untangle from the next fight and come for him, though he didn’t want to be in the vent confined with those things. The room didn’t have anyplace where he could hide and no other way for flee.

He dove into the vent and thundered across the walls and floor, the sides twisted around him like a certain pathway undulating with flesh. The path beneath his feet was not disintegrating, but the rapping scamper of those ugly legs were gaining on him. A pitiful whimper spilled form Mono as he galloped towards the musty cutout of light growing in the distance. Something scaly and ugly swiped at his ankle, that only told him he was going too slow. Yet he couldn’t fold and kick his legs fast enough in the confined space, and at the last stretch to fresh air he tumbled. His hat went flying. Something caught against his shoulder as he spun over, kicking at the sharp ends flailing at his face. He couldn’t see anything of the creature, except the glitter of its eyes and the dew of juice fluttering on a curved fang.

The thing at Mono’s back pinched his hip. It occurred to him that he dropped something in the flue, and before the thought finished blooming entirely he had the spike bent upward. It still had a kink in the tip, but the spider latched all five arms around Mono’s wonderful coat and dragged him into its embrace. An embrace that was obstructed by the sharp spike.

Mono cringed back into the sharp legs, the entire sprawl of the spiders width twitched, the sickle fangs unfurled further apart than what he thought possible. But it moved no further near him, and the creatures iron hold eased by a fraction. With a final sputter, the legs went rigid and Mono was able to sag backwards beside the pole. He couldn’t release it yet, but he did lock the rear tip into a notch in the vent. This wasn’t the time to pause or catch his breath. Not far within the passage, the clatter of many legs raced after the scene of internal juices oozing down the pipe.

Coiling in own legs up under him, Mono supplied a strong kick to the underside of the first spider. This dislodge the sharp claws from his coat and got him away from the hovering fangs. He twisted and wretched, some of the hooks of the spiders legs tugged threads out of his most amazing coat. But the other spider picked up the pace without issue, its long legs speared through the gaps in the passage left by its slain brethren. The arched prongs narrowly missed Mono when he somersaulted backwards, an act when sent the top of his head smashing against the upper edge of the vents access.

Somewhat dazed but still conscious, Mono flopped from the opening and back into the open air of the room. The relentless spider creature beat at the carcass that obstructed its path, the shred of that moment gave Mono a chance to search the room for the exit; while his senses persisted to tip and twist. He was about to rush for the nearest doorway, on the far side of the room. However, the chittering of the sharp legs on the hard floor reminded him of fake children, jeering at him.

Stealing Her.

To his right loomed a rickety bookcase, most the shelves barely tethered. Too dangerous to climb and no place to go. Not that he needed it to take him anywhere.

Mono pivoted on his toes and launched at the bookcase. The first shelf he caught snapped under his hand, but he was already skipping up to the second on third slate without issue. With each hike and leap, the entire structure quaked against his forceful strides. The fifth shelf snapped under his foot right as the entire frame buckled sideways, the left wall disconnected from the inner slates and swayed while Mono dangled by his fingertips. With the creaking wood, he couldn’t decide where the spider creature had gone too – had it followed, or was it spooked away? A mystery for another time, Mono focused on finding purchased with one of his feet as the walls swayed and began to tilt. All falling forward, with him still locked on.

With a mighty leap, Mono took a blind leap to the side. Just the same way when he knocked down the key. He landed on a patch of matted pages from a garbage bag, but managed to roll aside as the entire bookcase came cascading down. Not far from where Mono touched down, the second spider creature was retreating backwards from the books and other junk flying off the broken slates. The ugly creature didn’t stand a chance, by the time it scooted all the way around to evade the shelves completely, the slates cleaved through its body – this was followed by the whole rocking explosion of the walls and whatever else still loaded the remaining shelves.

Mono staggered back from the silt kicked up, and used an arched arm to bar the wall of dust from burying his senses. This didn’t save from two stifled sneezes, both of which felt explosive in the empty crackle of the cataclysms wake.

No sign of the spider thing survived. It had to be tricked or suffering. He hoped it suffered.

Mono plucked up a bit of wood and chucked it at the bookcase. He snatched up a chunk of drywall, then a hunk of plaster; each item produced a sharp clatter as he propelled them at their target. The spider thing was tricked. Both of them. They wouldn’t be bothering any other kids.

For several minutes, Mono stood glaring at the bookcase, his fists knotted up at his sides. He wanted to drag the spider back out and trick it again – stitch it back together, then pull it apart. Over and over. He wanted to drown it, and bite it, and beat it with a heavy pipe. Hurt it again and again until he didn’t have anymore hurt in himself.

He HATED IT!

Without another thought of the scene, he whipped around and sprint out of the room. He didn’t care he lost another hat, he didn’t care about anything but getting far away from the dust and silence.

By the time he navigated his way out of the dwelling and back into the familiar open corridors, Mono had calmed down. Sort of. He stopped thinking about the crooked legs knitting behind the girls stringy hair, or the boys flesh unraveling from his bones, or the way the skin—

He shook out of the daze, realizing he was gawking at an open window in one of the corridors derelict ends. The wind moaned against the slapping and sodden rags dangling beside the broken glass, the lone remaining plank of wood rattled as the gale tugged at it. Tick-Tick… tick-tick… tick-tock. Tick-tock… tick.

Hovering high in the misty distance was the gleaming eye of the sharp spire, ever watchful of the buildings and citizens of the city. And possible Mono.

‘It calls to me.’

And Six stared at him from the void of the dark hood. The coat made Her important, just like the wonderful coat made him important. They would flee and escape all the terrible things that wanted to make them fail. He wouldn’t let them fail. They would hurt the Tower. He would show Her how. He showed her a lot of things for safe and flee, and how to pack.

Something blasted past the window, cutting out the sheets of rain only briefly. The shape was followed by a crackling wail but in the next moment it was gone, as if that never happened. The Signal Beacon seemed to smolder brighter like the eyes of the Hunter within the stitched sack.

Wandering around with nothing to show for it, Mono meandered his way back to the elevator chute with the stiff cord. It was just as cold and clammy as the time he slipped down, and climbing back up was no more a challenge than trying not to lose his grip. The metal was not as comforting as a sheet or tangled shirt, it wouldn’t give under his vice grip and only seared into his fingers like blades. He had to take a moment after leaping off and back onto solid ground to get his bearings, and rub the fresh tear in his palm. He tried not to remember how he got that. He did flee, that was all that mattered.

He ran away. The fastest got away, the slowest stalled the monsters.

Getting the door of the room shut was much easier when he could shove it from the other side. There wasn’t much reason for making the door shut, it was just a habit. As he suspected, when he went to the big room with the couch the space was empty.

He took a breath, feeling the stale air on his tongue. The door was shut, and after a short scout he would curl up someplace and rest. That jittery sensation hadn’t dissolved from his skin, every scrap of shadow or twitch of the light put a quivering panic into his skin. Static flakes bristled off his coat like a TV was around, but he ignored that in favor of keeping watch of his surroundings.

So lost in thought was he, the steady tick and tapping slipped by his hyper tuned radar. Up until long fingers swept around his body and lifted him high.

Mono snarled and began fighting. All his retaliation went into bites and clawing, but he was no match for the suffocating grip tightening around his chest.

“Child,” crackled the Thin Man. “Where have you been hiding? I could not sense you.”

The abrupt sound did not ease Mono one bit, and he renewed his gnawing on the boney knuckles. Especially when he was adjusted and pressed to the coarse tweed of the Thin Man’s jacket. He bit down so hard his jaw ached, and his sore tooth stabbed into his jaw.

“Shh. None of that.” The Thin Man moved. Or glittered and filled Mono’s head with the pulsing chatter of static; his own skin buzzed with the sensation, while the tired lamp flickered by the wall. The tall man pried him away and began prodding his body, nudging hard at his torso or plucking at his legs. Mono gave his usual growl of agitation, his arms scrabbled with the Thin Man’s wrists but he failed to dislodge himself from the fingers locked around his waist. “Why are you like this?”

A steady hum filled the air around Mono’s head, as the Thin Man glared at his restrained arm. Mono kicked at nothing, the Thin Man wasn’t near enough to get smacked.

“Do you ever not manage to maim yourself? Boy.”

The glitchy distortion sent his head into a spiral, though nothing happened, aside from the Thin Man easing down to sit on the couch. As for Mono, with a growl he latched onto the space between the Thin Man’s thumb and forefinger. The Thin Man did nothing but crackle about him never getting all bloodied, or whatever. Mono focused on chewing on the hand.

“Why do I bother tending your wounds,” warbled the man in the hat. “Your mission is to wander off and get brutalized. More blood is on that coat than in you.”

The lack of reaction made Mono clamp down tighter, even if it did nothing. Maybe something would change. He would make something change. A disapproving gust reminded him that his hat was still missing.

“Very well. Get it out of your system.”

The fingers pressed into his spine and Mono hated it. He hated being small and not doing anything right. The Thin Man would find out Mono messed up, and another kid was gone. That was why the Thin Man didn’t want him around the other kids. He was danger and he didn’t like when Mono disappeared, cause the kids….. The Thin Man would find them. Nothing stopped the Thin Man.

“There is no need to blubber like that,” the voice crackled in his ears. “You found me. Such a clever little boy.”

“Little,” Mono murmured.

“Yes.” The hands fixed around his shoulders moved, and he could pluck his head up to see the shadowed face of the man and his hat gaze down on him, the eyes glinting. “Such a little self-important boy. You believe the world revolves around you.”

Mono couldn’t fathom what all the speek meant. He repeated without direction, “Little.”

“Little,” the static affirmed. “You are certainly not tall. Not for some time.”

The Thin Man made such strange speek. Always about ‘event-yulls’ and ‘pare-doxes’ or ‘somedays’. The tall thin man always insisted, one day he would be gone. Mono was always meant to be alone. Always.

Why could he not keep the Thin Man? It must have to do with the danger and the other children. The Thin Man didn’t know anything about the other kids. Someday that would all change. Just like Mono would fight the Tower, the Thin Man would have to go, too.

Mono was barely getting his feet tucked up and his face buried back into the Thin Man’s suit, when the hands pulled him away and set him on the cold floor. He didn’t stay put – he couldn’t! The Thin Man was already glitching across the room, his shoes tapped across the floor in their rhythmic way. The tall figure only paused in the archway briefly, the lamp barely catching the shimmery glint of static before the Thin Man disappeared.

It took Mono more time to reach the Thin Man. It did help that the Thin Man didn’t keep moving, and was even looking back as Mono rushed down the corridor. The tallest figure in all the city even stayed still as Mono raced all the way to him, his own steps slowing when he was a few steps from the shoes. Mono tilted his head far back and found the shining eyes watching him from beneath the shadow of the important hat.

A shiver twisted at Mono’s spine. He didn’t want the Thin Man to find out about the other kids. He wanted the Thin Man to stay and have company. And also – it scared him to think though – Mono didn’t care about the other kids. He didn't. This always happened, they ran away. They left Mono or got stole, or hurt him. The Thin Man didn't understand anything about children. He was too tol.

Even though he didn’t get a good look at the girl, he knew her face would find its way into his dream haunts. She was nothing but one of the many he failed, and the memories would haunt him. And he hated her for getting tricked. It wasn’t his FAULT! I̵t̸ ̴ w̷a̷s̵n̷'̴t̷!̷

He jolted when a weight settled onto his head. Roughly.

It was the Thin Man’s palm. He gave Mono’s head a rough pat before straightening and glitching away. The silhouette flashed further down the hall. The gesture didn’t make Mono feel better, it did the opposite. The act did mean something to Mono, and that was the Thin Man didn’t mind him chasing. Nothing would happen to the Thin Man. He wouldn't let it.

Choking back some of the knotting in his chest, Mono broke into another run. He chased after the steady threading of static humming in the dwelling, simmering beneath the cracking clicks of the Thin Man’s steps. Tick-tick, tick-tock – the same sharp chiming that rolled through the endless corridor Mono spent ages trying to reach the end of. Opening that door had been the worst thing he’d ever done, but it had also been his most favorite.

If not for the Thin Man trying to keep Her and him, then Mono would have no one.

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#little nightmares #lil nightmares #mono #feral mono #the thin man #thin dad #jsut feral child bein feral and child #i like slipping in segments where mono imitates thin mans behavior #mono tries to figure out some things #like how to explain that kids are small and soft and should be handled carefully #the notes for the spider creatures read as such - spider fukin creepy #they are in fact very creepy

[captain-nohbo]

More sampo hcs

I'm in pain so yall are getting hcs

Sampo isn't 100% on what his gender identity is and doesn't know if he cares to figure it out

Shout out to the person who said he goes with whatever is funny in the moment because it lives rent free in my brain

One of those people who's gender experience is "I am very content to say my experience is cis, but my feelings on it is more complicated than most people care to figure out"

Any pronouns, any terms mofo

One of those bisexuals that found out really young but autistic edition in the sense of it Genuinely never occurred to him that people are attracted to one gender till someone pointed it

Somewhere on the arospec, specifically in terms of intensity and the misalignment of wanting a relationship in comparison to how he is experiencing the emotions and has a hard time defining it. Usually is a fall fast type though

The being bisexual and gender things are usually things he borderline slams on the table when discussing if he wants to be in a relationship with someone

A lot more nervous about mentioning being polyam and tends to not mention it since he's fine with being mono if he was asked to be anyways

Hobby collector brand of adhd including but not limited to: stage make up, sewing, drawing, photography, lock picking, knot tying, underwater basket weaving, star gazing, and a few other ones with varing success

Does not know how to sit in a chair, more specifically borderline refuses to and will lean against any furniture instead of sitting because he's subconscious too alert that there is any point he might have to book it

Pretty good cook, but absolutely horrible baker. There is something about the exact measurements that get to him

Gepard joked once it was like he was making a bomb instead of a cake and Sampo just went "I KNOW HOW TO MAKE THOSE D:"

Has really good control over the wind element just chooses to keep that ace in his sleeve besides his daggers

Usually uses it while free running and he's by himself, just the pure enjoyment of physical moment and the speed of the sport and chosen solitude

His snow walking is also actually him just making little air pocket for him to walk on and some really precise weight distribution

The occasions Seele has tried to his Sampo, he uses it to dodge her and get he more riled up

One of the first people to realize Seele liked Bronya and has not let Seele live it down

"What do you want Koski?" "Oh, hello Sampo" "Hi Lady Bronya :), *turns* see someone has manners"

Multilingual from Masked Fools/internationally wanted criminal shenanigans. Dan Heng was the first to find out since he just was muttering to himself and Sampo commented on it

Does some translation work as one of his few legal business endeavors

#sampo koski #hsr #hsr sampo #hsr hcs #to clarify i tend to use he/him for sampo basically just for simplicity since i tend to talk about their relationship to natasha that i also #use multipronouns for so they take turns #i dont know how controversal it would be i feel very strongly about polyamorous sampo #its good soup for my bones #i dont even remember what hcs ive shared before im in too much pain :p #small caps tw #this is very not structured and i blame my headache #ill eventually snap and just write fan fiction for most of my small comic ideas and just convert them later #he gives me brain rot

[wp-blaze]

Surviving Parent Hood

Nobody talks about the pain you feel inside when the love your child has for you dies When they look at your hard work & aren’t satisfied When nothing you do for them is right No matter how hard you try You can see the distaste  for you in their eyes When you thought y’all were […]

[courtingchaos]

Rent the Space Inside My Mind

1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Man, remember that picture you found? I wonder how you two decide to deal with that little hiccup...

A/N: I've finally come to the realization that this little fic is a labor of love for me. It's my baby so it isn't ever really going to have a real updating schedule. All of that to say, thank you for sticking around and reading you guys! Not a spoiler but just so you know, the end kind of reads like An End, but I have a lot more planned for theses two. This is just like, and end to the pining.

Also, I know others are reading this, but I'm giving a whole shoutout to @fracturedarkness who has been the best cheerleader for me with this story from essentially day one. Literally a ray of sunshine 😘😘😘

(If y'all want a soundtrack at all, just listen to Hozier's Wasteland! Baby. Seriously it's basically all I listened to.)

Warnings: SMUT! There's smut! Halleluiah! 18+ NSFW Minors GTFO

In sixth grade Eddie had caught mono. It was the first serious illness that Wayne had to deal with since taking guardianship four years earlier. Eddie had moaned around the trailer for two weeks, unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d been exhausted and couldn’t swallow right. The fever he’d get at night made him nauseous those first few days and that’s the only thing he can compare this sick twist in his gut to. 

Between the picture clutched in your fingers and the intense look on your face, Eddie thinks he might just turn inside out. 

“Ed?”

It sounds like an accusation in his ears. You’ve found him out, evidence catching the light where it waves around between the two of you. Forget trying to tell you his feelings, he’s got a date with  buckshot later. 

He takes it back actually, this feels the same as the day you accidentally met his dad. The sudden visit on a rare stint between prison stays. The lead weight of fear and sadness and pure fucking rage making him go cold and numb.

Eddie is so tired of shit going wrong in his life. 

“Eddie?” How do you sound so soft when he has clearly screwed up so bad?

Also, he went for one shower after making a stupid mess and you decided to what, go through his shit?

Don’t start 

There’s a black mood he gets in sometimes. It creeps up his insides, stains him dark. It makes him mean and he doesn’t want to be mean, not to you. Not to anyone really. 

He knows on a deeper level this is his fault, it was only a matter of time before you found the picture. Tucked in books and forgotten in his sheets he’s honestly surprised it’s taken this long.  

“Eddie!” The sharpness of his name jerks his head out of the haze he’s in. Sees your eyes clearly and you’re not mad, in fact he thinks that might be a smile hidden under all the confusion. 

“Where did you get this?” Even and calm. Could you lend him some of that? His throat clicks when he tries to swallow. 

“I think uh, I think I took it. On ha-Halloween. Last year.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, the deep scratch of it. “We were drunk at Hagan’s. I don’t know wh-“

“You took this?” Another wiggle of the polaroid. Your grip on the box of weed is still white knuckled. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a smile. He can’t really tell anymore, the panic settling in firing off all his alarm bells. 

“You weren’t supposed to find it.” He’s so quiet, hasn’t been quiet like this in a long time. Wasn’t even this quiet sneaking into bedrooms. 

You take a step forward and he launches back. Head hits the door frame and if god is real he would let the paneling swallow him whole right now. 

“Why do you have this? Why all the-” you gesture behind you, “why all my shit? You told me you hadn’t seen my Theo figure anywhere and she’s in the drawer with all my shit!” Your voice gets tight, face scrunching up in complete confusion. “I thought I was loosing my stuff but you’re just stealing all of it! My zippo! Eddie what the fuck?!” No, right, there’s the anger. He’s pressed so firmly against the door jam it’s guaranteed to leave marks for a week. You take another step forward and he has nowhere to go, pinned under your scrutiny and words and the waving hand holding his shame. But where your voice was rising in anger, it drops suddenly, slides into something softer. “Why do you have this?”

Yeah Eddie, why do you have it?

It’s a total accumulation of, let’s be real, two years of unrepentant pining. Two years of being a dick and going after easy girls because you were off limits in his own doctrine. Too good a friend to ruin the relationship, and too good a person to ruin with himself. It’s nights spent at the bookstore waiting for you to get off, watching with a burning in his gut as the dipshit college guy you work with tries to edge his way into a date. Blunts and cigarettes shared like kisses between lips he isn’t allowed to taste otherwise. It’s the grappling like two idiots fighting, breathless giggles and rough shoves that end in headlock hugs and usually him tapping out first, unable to stand being in your embrace if it isn’t for keeps. 

“I…” the space in his room is somehow bigger than it’s ever been, leaving him adrift in the chaos of his things and your things and the too thin air that you’re somehow breathing in just fine. There’s a stutter in his chest where he’s not catching his breath, the familiar heat behind his eyes where the tears are trying to rush forward. “It’s just-fuck! It’s such a creep…move I know and I just didn’t want to l-let it go because it was a good night and-and a good picture and your hand…” he’d dropped his eyes to stare at your feet, unable to say his half-assed explanation to your face. “Your hand. On my leg.” Just a whisper. Swings his hand limply toward you. “I just, it was a nice thought.”  His throat is tight and he’s afraid if you keep looking at him he might cry. 

He’s watched you take enough steps forward so you’re practically toe to toe with him. In his peripheral he watches you toss the box behind you onto the bed, your other clutching the evidence lightly taps against his chest and rests there. 

He looks up through his lashes and his hair, keeping his sight obscured like it’ll protect him from whatever you’re about to say. 

“I can’t believe-“ you cut off with a laugh and a shake of your head, that small smile he thought he saw turning back up. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

Eddie’s stomach has disappeared along with the rest of his insides. There’s never been a real foundation of proof for him, just stolen glances he’s caught you in. That lingering look you’d give him, the way you’d hang onto him longer during a hug sometimes. Mostly just blind hope and his own low simmering ego to egg him on. 

“Do you want to know what I did this morning?” He nods, he really does want to know. There’s the smallest drip of warmth trickling down his back with your words. 

“I woke up and I thought about you. First thought of the day.” A deep breath and he can see the pink blooming up out of the collar of his shirt you’re wearing. “I thought about you and I felt so stupid after, for sitting in the dark and pretending that you’d ever-“ You stop yourself again and drop your eyes to stare at your hand on his chest. 

“You thought about me?” He asks and you nod slowly. He’s got an idea about what that might mean. “Do you maybe also have a secret polaroid?”

A break in the tension and you take a step back, laughing. A real one he knows, warm and happy. The photo hits him in the chest where your hand just was, where you’ve just flicked it at him. “How long Eddie?” 

“What?” He grabs for the photo but it flutters to the ground. 

“How long have you liked me?” Your wide eyes and breathless question challenge him. When he doesn’t respond fast enough for you, you reach out and push his bangs away from his face, smoothing them back. His wispy armor is gone and with it, surprisingly, some of his fear. Your eyes are clear and waiting, smile still pulling at your lips. 

“I don’t, I don’t have like, a date. Like, a-awhile.” Eddie stutters like he’s never spoken these words before. Nerves replacing fear when it starts to finally dawn on him: this isn’t going to end in flames.

The hand at his forehead slides down and rests on his cheek. He hasn’t taken a full breath in since you pushed his hair back, never mind now that your cradling his face, but the fear has been slowly melting off his shoulders while you’ve been staring at him and when your eyes trail down his face, it and the sudden nerves all just disappear. 

He feels your fingers flex along his jaw and he finally takes that breath. 

“I’m not reading this wrong am I?” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Shakes his head and opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off, just as quiet, “I don’t want us to make a mistake.” 

“You think this’d be mistake?” The hurt leaks through without his meaning to. 

“God no, Eddie I-“

There’s a bloom of confidence he hasn’t felt before, something that twist up through his ribs and around his spine. “Good.” 

Reaching out for you feels natural. He’s reached out to you a hundred times before but he’s never slid his hands into your hair. Tucked them up behind your ears and pulled you in close, felt you gasp when he brushes his lips against yours. Your hands pull at his shirt where they’re both fisted in the thin material, keeping him close. When you push into him he feels your mouth open, tongue grazing along his bottom lip; white static across his thoughts. 

It’s 10pm on a Thursday night and your kissing him in his room. Wearing his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall while your kissing him. He feels one of your hands flatten against his chest and his heart rockets off and your still kissing him. There’s your tongue again begging entrance and he yields, feels that barbell slide across his own tongue and he’s done for. It’s better than he could ever fantasize. He wants more of it but you just aren’t close enough. He grips at your hair to pull you in, to try and deepen the kiss but there’s no where else to go. You mumble something against his lips but he just swallows the sound and slides a hand down your back till he can get his fingers up under the hem of the shirt, palm laid flat against the small of your back. 

“Eddie.” You sigh his name and he makes it a personal goal right then to get you to do it again. Your hands wander down his chest and he starts his own wandering down your neck, lips finding any open skin he can kiss. “Hold on, Eddie-“

“I’m not holding on for shit.” He says in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for months.” Your laugh vibrates under his mouth and it makes his eyes roll. “Do you want me to stop?” He pauses under your ear, panting against you. 

“No.” You sigh and shake your head, leaning into his hand still in your hair. “No I don’t.” 

He spends a few more minutes pulling little sounds out of you that he’s filing away for later. Nipping at your skin when you run your hands under his shirt and push it up. 

“Can I?” The question isn’t even finished before he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it behind you on the dresser. “Oh!” A giggle when he lays his hands back on you, hands rucking up your own shirt where he can run his palms over your midriff. There’s no finesse to his kisses anymore, just laying them wherever he can, anything to make you giggle again. He moves his hands higher, pushing your shirt up so he can finally see your tits again. It’s been a whole ass year since your wore your dress and he’s dreamt about this every day since. He kisses the tops of them and is mesmerized by the way they bounce back under his touch. 

“Hello old friends.”

“Old friends?!” When you laugh they move with you and he has to force himself to look back up at you. 

“Yeah, you saw the picture. We’re well acquainted.” He buries his face down in your cleavage and you hear him take a deep breath. “How do you always smell so good?” He’s layering kisses again and you’re trying to move around until you can pull your own shirt off. “Hey don’t rush this, I have this perfectly planned.” 

“Oh, so you left the drawer open on purpose?”

“Absolutely, it’s been my months long plan.” He takes a step forward to force you back one. Eyebrows scrunched together he scoffs, “I almost let you catch me for a while and then it happens by mistakeand I act like it’s the biggest fuck up ever and now I’ve got you shirtless. Listen, I plan campaigns babe. You know I can write ten steps ahead.” He’s walking you backwards till your legs hit his bed, fingers holding onto your belt loops to keep you close. 

“Eddie?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants, pulling down till they shift off his hips. 

“What?” He’s distracted by your fingers sliding around his hips. 

“You’re so full of shit.” He laughs when steps out of his pants and sees you look down, an immediate tilt to your head. Your fingers still against his skin, skimming the elastic of his boxers but he knows you’re staring at the growing bulge. The clever remark he had ready dies in the back of his throat when he hears the quiet ‘hmm’, watches your tongue poke out to swipe across your lips.

“If you keep staring I’m gonna get self conscious.” One hand covers his mouth to muffle the end of his sentence while the other lightly rubs up against his dick through the thin cotton. Somehow he stays upright, mouth falling open under your hand to pant against your palm. 

“You got any other surprises for me Munson?”

Are you talking to him? He can’t get a braincell to function with the heat of your hand pressed against him, barely moving at all. The button on your jeans is about all he can fathom, getting them opened and remembering how a zipper works is next. Your breath bouncing off of his chest makes him shiver and kind of brings some of his brain back up and running. 

“I uh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tips you back till you sit and he follows close, making you lay down. You laugh when your back hits the bed and you keep laughing, body shaking as he works your jeans down your legs. 

“What’s so funny, giggles?”

“I’m just…this is the first time I’ve had sex in a bed.”

Eddie stops moving and looks up at you from your feet. “I’m sorry, what?” He hopes he’s just hearing wrong, on account of his brain short circuiting a moment ago.  

“Yeah, it’s just always been in the back of cars.” You say it so flippantly, like it’s just a thing that happened to you. “I mean, It’s whatever. I just realized no one’s ever pushed me back on a bed before.” Your grin is hazy when you look down your body at him but he’s stone sober now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of those assholes and he knows it. You’re the best thing to happen to him, and somehow you’ve gone this long with shitty car hookups. 

“No.” He shakes his head and pulls your jeans off fully. Slides your socks off and tosses them in the pile of your clothes. “You’re lying, please tell me your lying.” 

“I’m not! There’s so much more room!” You wave your arms next to you like you’re making a snow angle in his sheets. You sit up quick, bracing yourself on one hand to reach behind yourself to undo your bra when he stops you. 

“You don’t have to do that, I can help.” He’s crowded up against your legs where you’ve dropped them both sideways. 

“I know that, I was just making it easier.” His face must drop because you huff at him. “Look, I’m not stupid Eddie. I just, haven’t had the best track record I guess. I just assumed-“

“That I was gonna be like the other guys.”

You shrug. “Yeah, Hawkin’s finest. You know.” 

That’s a little bit of a blow, he won’t lie, but watching you slam up your walls when they’ve been nonexistent all night makes him switch tactics. 

“You deserve better than that.” He swings his legs to the side so he can lean over you, one arm braced against your hip, the other tilting your chin to look at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you pout before, your bottom lip sticking out pink and wet and he wants to bite it. “I’m serious.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “Can I be nice to you?” He whispers against you and your face flushes immediately, eyes darting down to stare at the bed. He can’t stop the grin spreading across his face, delighted with how flustered you get. 

“I-you’re always nice.” You mumble, chin fighting to get away from his hand holding you still. 

“I can be nicer.” He closes the small gap and kisses you again, still holding your chin. He can feel your breathing speed up when it ghosts over his cheek where you’re nose is pressed. When he’s certain you won’t pull away he moves his hand to your back, unhooking the clasps one by one. Eddie pulls back to look at you properly, fingers lightly pulling the straps down your arms. “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” You say, still nodding your head at him anyways. 

“It’s good manners.” He says simply, wiggling your bra off of you, tossing it to join the growing pile. You’ve shifted back to your elbows, further away from him but giving him a better view. None of his fantasies are measuring up to real life. Just watching the way your tits lay when you shift has him practically drooling. He runs a fingertip from between them and down to your navel, marveling at the softness of your skin. Runs that same fingertip over to a hip and you jump just a little. “Ticklish?”

“Maybe.” Your voice is wobbly, chest rising and falling faster. He lays his palm flat against your stomach and runs it up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast and you sigh, letting your head fall back between your shoulders. 

“You are so fucking pretty.” Eddie means it. Even before all the crushing and jealously he could see it. With your head back he can watch the blush creep down your chest and he marvels at that too. 

“Eddie you can’t just say shit like that.” You sound strained from the angle your at. He runs his thumb under the swell of your breast again just to watch you shudder. 

“What, that your pretty?” He leans down to place a kiss on your chest, can feel your heartbeat tick up faster. He’s only got so much restraint before he grabs you up into his lap but he’s trying hard to be a gentleman about it. You deserve that much for your first time. Well, not overall but with him? Eddie’s determined to make you forget about every other guy who’s even looked at you. 

“Look at me.” He’s dropping kisses along your collarbone trying to get you to lift your head up. His hands have been itching to grab your tits but he wants you to stop being shy for a minute. “Please.” He’s trying to kiss up your neck when you finally lift your head. “Can you scoot up for me?” He asks and you oblige. As soon as your head hits his pillow he’s leaned back, pulling your knees back up so he wedge himself between them. He grabs your hand and pulls it up to kiss your open palm and you close your fingers around his cheeks, making him laugh. 

“Will you stop being cute and just touch me?” 

“How?” He kisses down your wrist, watching you get more flustered. 

“I don’t know, whatever you normally do?”

“No, that was with them, they don’t matter anymore.” He makes it to the crook of your elbow before he lets go and crawls over the top of you, getting in your face to stare you down. “What’d you think about this morning, hm?” He’s keeping track of all the little whimpers your making, the way you bite your lip when he makes you nervous. You won’t meet his eye so he follows your line of sight and you huff at him. 

“Stuff, Eddie. Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands and he thinks he can feel the heat radiating off of you. It’s driving him crazy in the best way, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this effect on anyone before. 

“Aw c’mon. Tell me.” He kisses each finger before moving down to your knuckles and honestly, he just can’t help himself anymore when he brings a hand up to knead at your tits, a quick pinch of a hardened nipple and you gasp into your hands. “Was it this?” He pinches again and you wiggle under him, hips jumping up against him and he drops his head. You’re hot everywhere, and the core of you pressed up against him through his boxers is going to do him in if he’s not careful. “If you don’t tell me I’m gonna have to guess and this could be a long night.” He rolls his hips into you to try to get his point across and to try to get some relief. 

“Is that such a bad thing?” You ask, pulling your hands down to just cover your mouth. Your eyes are wide and glassy, pupils big and dark. 

“No, but I want to know what I do in these dreams of yours.” He moves back to your neck to make a path to your chest where he laps at your nipple. “Something like this?” He asks before wrapping his lips around and sucking, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You arch your chest up and there’s a laugh caught in your moan. He moves over to your other side, nipping at you before mouthing at your other nipple, hand teasing at your hip. He snaps your underwear against you and you let out a quiet ‘ow’ and try to swat at his hand. “Or was I somewhere else?” His fingertips graze under the band and inch down. Your knees pull up tight around him and he’s so close to saying fuck it to his own game. 

“You were-fuck Eddie, you were going down on me.” You get so quiet, the one hand still on your mouth muffling your voice. 

“Oh?” He lets your nipple go with a wet sound, big grin already set in place. 

“If your gonna make fun of me…”

“Absolutely not.” 

You watch him over your hand place a scattering of kisses down till he hits your underwear, giving you one last questioning look before he hooks his fingers in and pulls them down. You’re also starting to feel a little self conscious when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you. 

Payback

“Ed.” He just runs his hands up your legs, big palms warm against your thighs. He pulls your knees out a little further before leaning down and re-situating himself between your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inside. You’re torn between wanting to watch him and wanting to cover your face in embarrassment when he makes the decision for you, pulling at your elbow to drag your hand down to his head. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face and you can feel his breath skipping across too sensitive skin. 

“Give you something to hold on to.” You want to laugh but he’s too quick, fingers moving in to hold you open for him. Your head drops into the pillow when he licks a broad tongue from your center right up to your clit, your back arching up and Eddie’s laugh vibrates through you. 

“Oh fuck.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” You can hear the proud smirk in his voice and if you’d like to say something smart back you won’t, too focused on his mouth working you over. His tongue is soft, even when he points it, uses it to prod at your opening and you forget any remarks you might have had for him. 

“Eddie.” You pull at his hair when he wraps his lips around your clit and he groans. You’re stuck concentrating on his mouth until he slides one finger in and you choke on a gasp. He pulls his mouth away and lays his head against your leg, watching you from under his wet hair. 

“Is this what you thought about?” He can see you nod into the pillow, hand twisted next to your head in the fabric while he pumps his hand slowly. 

“It’s what I thought about.” He hooks his finger up, trying to find that soft spot to make you melt. “I think about it all the time.” The grip on your thigh is tight, keeping it close against his cheek. “Ever since you told me about those shitty dates.” 

“Seriously?” You lift your head, eyes half lidded and face scrunched up. 

“I should have nutted up and said something. They didn’t deserve you.” He pulls his finger out and you watch him suck it into his mouth, watch his eyes roll in his head. You groan and he adds his middle finger before he pulls his hand out, spit slick fingers running up over your clit, teasing you before he slides both back in. He leans in to run his tongue through your folds, watching you from under his lashes while you wriggle around and clutch at the pillow. The hand in his hair grips tighter and your legs squeeze up around his ears and he’s surrounded by you, the low chanting of his name keeping him planted in place. He finally finds that spot, feels you shudder under him before you moan, tilting your hips up to chase his touch. 

“Eddie Eddie Eddie fuck!” You keep rolling your hips against his face and he can’t help himself. He’s been pathetically rutting into the mattress listening to you whine and he can’t take it anymore. He taps under your thigh to get your attention, really gets it when he fully pulls away and you look down at him all concerned. “Why are you stopping?” 

“Good reason.” He stands up and pulls off his boxers, rooting around his nightstand for the condoms he knows are in there. He’s oblivious to you on the bed, sitting all the way up now and staring. Of course they’re not where he left them, instead tucked behind his lamp but he grabs one and climbs back on the bed before he realizes what he’s done. “Oh.” Eddie feels his face heat up when he looks down at himself. “I probably should have done that better.” He’s expecting you to laugh or sigh or say something witty but you just snatch the foil out of his hand and tear it open. You only pause for second before wrapping your hand around him and he’s positive this isn’t going to last as long as he’d hopped. When you roll the condom down he hisses and drops, head falling into your shoulder. 

“You okay champ?” 

He just nods and whines when you give him a few easy strokes, watching your hand move up and down his cock. You’re so much more gentle with him than he is with himself. Eyes half open and mouth hanging he’s sure he looks fucking stupid but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want you to stop touching him. When you scoot closer and pull his face up it takes him a moment to realize you’re kissing him, for him to react and do something. 

“C’mere.” He shakes out of his haze enough to move back between your knees, pulling your hips so your ass is flush against his thighs. He pulls your leg up to hook over his hip, placing a quick kiss on your knee before lining himself up.  He rubs the tip of cock against you, catching on your clit twice and making you whimper. 

“Please Ed.” He doesn’t need to be begged twice, grabs the base of his dick and sinks in slow. Sees your breath catch and your eyes roll, “Oh fuck it.” He bottoms out, can feel you clenching around him tight and hot and gasping and laughing and he looses all composure. Fingers dug into your leg wrapped around him he snaps his hips back and into you, punching out a sharp peal of laughter. He does it again, loves the way he can hear the choked off gasp in your throat. When he picks up his pace you grab at the sheets, twisting them up off his bed. 

“Fucking th-thank you-u!” It’s stuttered out between thrust, your face flushed and twisted up in a smile. 

“You know how many times I thought about this?” He has to talk, if he doesn’t talk he’s going to blow his load and he refuses to let your first time together end before a full minute passes. “Every time I looked at that picture I thought about it. I should have fucked you in that bathroom.” Your nails scratch at his thigh where they try to find purchase. “All the rides out to the lake oh fuck- I should have done this sooner, yeah?” He licks his thumb before bringing it down on your clit, running tight circles around it. Your back arches off the bed and he feels you clench around him. “Is that it? Right there-ohmygod.” It almost sounds like you’re crying his name just before you come, nails digging into his thigh when it crashes into you. He watches you tense up and then collapse against the bed, pliant under him where he starts to loose his rhythm. The heat that reached up fast burns up his spine while he watches you revel in your aftershocks, already trying to grab him down to you. The hazy look in your eyes and that grin you’re flashing him send him over the edge, burying himself with a deep groan, your name scattered between curses. He’s whited out until he can catch his breath, gripping your thigh until he can see straight. In the distant ringing in his ears he can hear your giggle under him, soft like the hands trying to pull him closer. 

“Hey.” Your eyes find his in his own haze, slowly coming back down to earth. “Come here.” Gentle tugs to get him to lay down but he shakes his head, asks for minute. He pulls out to get rid of the condom and disappears into the bathroom for minute, leaving you to roll around his bed. When he comes back he turns off his light. Sees that you’ve pulled the blankets up under your chin, one finger poking out to beckon him back in. “I’m cold.” 

Eddie would like to pinch himself just to make sure this is real. In all of his imaginings he never let himself have this part. The sex was easy to think about but this hurt too much to ever linger on. He finds his pants first before crawling back into bed, snaking a hand around your middle and pulling you into him. He wedges his nose up under your jaw and hums, leaving a few soft kisses in his wake. 

“Are you always this cuddly?” 

“I don’t normally get to cuddle.” You’re both quiet in the dark, hushed tones under the blankets. 

“Huh.” Your fingers tangle up in his hair, nails lightly scratching over his scalp. It sends a deep shiver down his spine and he has a split second where he feels like crying. “Their loss.” He feels the kiss you leave on his forehead and just buries his head further into your neck. You smell like you always do, sweet and deep and now a little like him. He drifts off without meaning to. 

It’s not daylight yet, but his room is lighter. There’s no alarm clock going off next to his head so he looks around, trying to find whatever it is that pulled him out of his warm cocoon. 

Bleary vision in the dark, he can barely make out your form jumping quietly into your jeans. He’s peering at you from under the covers, watching you get dressed. You stop mid jump to pick something up, staring at it before padding over to his dresser and tucking it into his mirror. He’s basically awake when you turn to open his door and he quietly asks you where you’re going. 

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You clutch you chest and try to search through the dark for his eyes, finally see him when he pulls the sheets back a bit. 

“Seriously, where are you goin’?”

“It’s almost 5. I figured Wayne was gonna be home soon so I cleaned up the living room and like, I didn’t know if I should hang around?”

“You sleep over here all the time.” He slides a hand out from under the covers to make a grabby hand at you. “He won’t care.”

“Well I mean, I’m not usually naked in your bed dude.”

“Then leave your shirt on.” Eddie doesn’t understand what you’re not understanding. “I mean it, Wayne isn’t gonna care. If anything he’ll be happy I stopped bitching about you.”

“You bitch about me?”

“No, I bitched about not having you. There’s a difference. Now come here, I’m cold.” He lifts the blankets up quick, making a sweeping motion for you to get back in. “Plus, he won’t say anything unless you do. He likes you too much to embarrass you.” You’re out of your jeans again and crawling over him, trying to avoid kneeing him. 

“Aww, he likes me?”

“Well I like you too.” You’re barely settled before he’s wrapped around you, leg hitched over your thighs and pinning you down. “What’s that get me?” He’s nosing along your jaw again. 

“Depends what you’re looking for.” 

“Mm. Concert tickets to see Ozzy in Indy.”

“Oh that’s a big ask.”

“I see. How about a kiss?” He pulls back to smile lazily up at you. 

“I can do that.”

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[kidrunaway]

I'm surprised that as the number one rk fan I haven't posted a small analysis of him yet but here we go

So what we know from RK so far is barely anything at all but it's clear he wants to escape with people together rather than alone.

of course if that wasn't clarified I would most likely interpret it as him using the nomes to get further without giving 2 shits about them, but because it's canon, thats not rhe case. that doesn't mean he doesn't defend himself though. He will kill/harm others in order to defend himself (n this is why a lot of the times where I see comics of him getting bullied i get pissed because thats NOT him.) he does seem to defend himself several times throughout the game and will harm others in order to protect himself. What's unique about him is that not only do we get a view of what's happening all the way down at the maw, but his story compared to the other stories has a much more different vibe to it. With mono and six it was very hectic. RK seems to be the only kid that doesn't outright have a chasing scene the same way Six or Mono does (The guests, The doctor, the teacher, that kind of chasing scene.) The only thing we really have is the little battles of him defending himself. he gets chased by the lady for the last bit, and I think that part truly shows WHY he didn't have any chase scenes. I'm sure he was panicking when the lady was chasing him, and when you're panicking, it's very common for people to get impatient. So when he gets caught by the lady, he desperately tries to get away, having the lady basically haunt him from each corner. he goes into a room at some point with a broken mirror and you know if he stood hidden in there or was patient enough to just wait a few seconds or avoid going to the door that opened for him, he would've most likely lived. but being the kid he is, out of curiosity, he goes to where the lady opened the door from. He seems to be a curious little guy. I also wanna mention that he is really smart and it's overseen by the Fandom a lot. We know that Six is smart that's canon, but let's not forget that RK literally solved THE LADYS PUZZLES. I'm sure the lady wanted her puzzles hard enough for not anyone else to figure out, prior to the figures being placed in odd places to take and put on a statue, and extreme puzzles that were even hard for me, he figured it out. it's amazing. And he's invaded the lady's space so much that not only did he finish all her puzzles but ALSO find out her secret. So RK is pretty curious, gets impatient when panicking, and smart on top of that.

Could be a stretch, but truly, in this fandom everything gets stretched so why not 🤷‍♂️

One thing about his story that makes me think a lot are the shadow kids. Although you can usually hear giggles and whispers in the game, if you listen close enough, they will say actual things! (What upsets me though is someone figured this out way before I did and while I went on YouTube to find voice clips I saw the video of the girl that posted this 😭 its only fair if I credit her she's called SPILLTHETHEORIES, watch her video its informative!)

Here's what they say just in case you're curious.

"But there was a difference before."

"You're a goner. Goner."

"Hello there"

"Do you hear her singing?"

"Her intentions were to follow"

"Of course they were/yes she does (?)"

"But that can't be right"

"Its about time it was talking."

"Its looking with Its sight."

"Until six..."

#unpopular opinion but the nickname seven annoys me #i know its harmless really and i wont tell others to stop calling him seven but irs a massive pet peeve #anyways headcanon that he has poor sight because he was in the dark so much #little nightmares #little nightmares dlc #little nightmares runaway kid #runaway kid #little nightmares 2

[silky-silks]

Gusty Garden part 2

Almost there guys, after March 10 I’m getting me some rest and I’m focusing on other projects. I hope I have not become aggravating in anyway with the constant post! I just wish I knew of Mario day earlier instead of rushing things in; but I really want to do this as Mario is really important to me! So sorry for the constant tags and notions; I don’t want to be annoying.

So let’s begin.

After the rescue of Bob, Mono and Silky take him back to the Starship. They place him in the observatory (Bedroom) where Mono patches him up. King Boo originally was going to be in there but the ghost kept getting a judgemental feeling around Bob so Mono kicks him out.

The two take notice of Bob’s change of demeanor. Silky realizes it’s not just about the wound he received from major Burrow he is concerned about. It is something else…

Bob gently ask for Eric to come in, Silky leaves but Snowy and Mono stay.

As Mono heals his wounds, Bob tells his son what happened to Nina.

Bob: I can’t…fully remember what truly happened once me and her got blasted off. I just remember her falling into this black…spinning vortex and- (he becomes shaky). I ain’t an expert at this space weird stuff but…I don’t think she is…alive.

For more context: Bob and Nina tried to save Eric and Snowy when the Star festival got attacked by the ships. But a cannon hit them with Nina separating from Bob as they fell into subspace. A black hole consumes Nina and before Bob passed out all he could hear was hear screaming for help. He is worn and exhausted and is rattled by his Wife’s “death”. He struggled to tell Eric the news, but he had to say something.

The room is shocked, Silky and Patches feel incredibly distraught as they almost have all the power stars and their friends to get back home with! And now Nina is dead? It broke them.

Eric reaction? We all know.

But is Nina dead?!

Aww don’t be silly, Nina isn’t dead (and I don’t feel comfortable killing of characters that aren’t mine.)

Nina was actually teleported by that black hole into another a galaxy.

She is taken to a weird area, where she has a major fall that knocks her out.

Two weird figures find her and take her to their “den”. Unsure when she will awaken they keep an eye on her until their leader [REDACTED] comes and takes her away. The figures wait patiently, and Nina doesn’t have a lot of time left [ 2 days ahem].

Nina and Eric belong to @night-light-artz

Mono belongs to @22a-girl-from-galaxy22

Don’t worry, Patches and Silky will get their time to shine tomorrow! And a good one at best.

Do you believe in the Hell valley Trees

#patches bashful #eric velseb spooky month #eric velseb #welcome home oc #wendigo oc #wendigo #super mario galaxy #mario fanart #mario #bob velseb x oc #bob velseb #nina velseb spooky month #nina velseb

[babiestbubbles]

CASTLE SWIMMER

hi! sorry I died for a bit. anyways, i'm back and have severe Castle Swimmer brainrot. so, have some headcanons and look forward to some ficlets or maybe a drabble in the near future!

Kappa

Absolute regressor. Barely got a childhood with the constant responsibility of fufilling prophecies so he definitely regresses to cope with that and just the stress/responsibility of being the Beacon.

Barely any gear because he's constantly drifting in and out of places. tried really hard to hold onto things. Made the mistake of getting attached to a stuffed animal more than once, but always ends up losing them in transit one way or another. At this point he actively deprives himself of gear out of fear of it getting lost again, but sometimes he dreams about the times he used to have a pacifier or a sippy cup.

Usually regresses pretty young, like older baby to older toddler at best. (3-9 years old) Likes a lot of hands on activities and movement, since most of his fun when little is playing pretend. Sometimes the fish will tell him stories, especially if he's having trouble sleeping.

Arp/Worm acts like a caregiver if/when he gets too little, but there's only so much he can do.

The Evil Witches found out after he had a nightmare and woke up inconsolable. They offer to take care of him, Mucku especially since misses taking care of people. He loves watching little shows Mono puts on for him with her magic, and even Nethimir clearly has a soft spot for him. At one point while traveling looking for Ogo they surprise him with gear they've either made/stolen for him and he actually cries because its the first bit of gear he's had in months. They try to spoil him as much as they can from then on out.

When he was trapped in the Sharks' dungeon he woke up regressed and scared more than once, especially early on. Eventually, about a week and a half in, Siren found him one day. Kappa was clearly super out of it and at first Siren was super worried that Kappa was dying or that Siren had prolonged the prophecy too long and now it was taking matters into its own hands. But kappa tried his best to explain that he was fine and eventually Siren was at least convinced that Kappa wasn't dying.

He tried to be softer with Kappa, even if he didn't know what was going on, and brought him things. Scrolls, some shells and objects, anything to entertain the boy who was clearly restless being trapped in a cage alone for over a week. Eventually he brought out some old toys of his. Pathetic little things, an old rattle, a spinning top and some other bits and bobs he'd found abandoned at the back of his closet. He'd originally brought them as a bit of a sheepish joke, he didn't have a lot of drawings of him as a child so he figured this was the closest piece of his childhood Kappa could get.

What he didn't expect is the way Kappa's eyes lit up, mesmerized by the simple toys. Kappa was so happy he could barely contain his excitement, hands practically shaking. He and Siren played with the toys all day, and even when Siren had to return them to his closet, and report back to his mother, he left Kappa with one. The small rattle. As it was clearly the boy's favorite.

The next morning, when Kappa woke up, he told Siren everything. Explained regression to him, told him why he regressed and the ins and outs. When he got to the part about caregivers he trailed off, explaining that he never really had anyone in his life to look out for him like that.

Siren, of course, immediately, albeit shyly, offered himself up. Before remembering their current dilemma. Siren vowed that at least during the time Kappa was here, he'd be the best caretaker he could be for Kappa, and he absolutely followed through.

Siren was by his side almost constantly, and always knew when Kappa was little. He picked up on ever tell, the way he'd get quieter and more reserved, the way he'd be even gigglier. Siren was, for all intents and purposes, everything Kappa had dreamed of.

When they parted ways, Kappa was devastated. In face, until he met the 3 witches he didn't regress after he left Siren. Even when he woke up from nightmares, scared and little, he'd push it down. Ignoring every desire to regress no matter how much it hurt.

Now that he's back with Siren though, he regresses super regularly. Almost every night. Between Siren, Mucku, Nethimir, and Mono, Kappa has all the love, toys, and attention he could want. And he loves every second of it.

I realized this post is too long so have these for now and I'll try to drop some more when I get a chance!

#castle swimmer #castle swimmer kappa #kappa #the beacon #agere headcanons #agere blog #age regression #agere #webtoons

[wp-blaze]

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[columbocorners]

hola! I loved your little nightmares Otto ramble! Like you can tell that the world they live in is already messed up the patients being so separate stuff like that. Giving the adults more sympathy and them also being victims in both tson world and the world of nowhere is just so much nuanced then kids good adults bad! But anyway I’d love to hear your Otto ,noone or any ln hc

you have!

HONESTLY THATS WHY I KEEP GOING ' I just don't see otto as a bad person ' because in spite of every little thing that this man has done it is rooted in the fact he couldn't get over a trauma and he has to live with that daily. to me, there is obviously a lot of characters in the games who've displayed signs that they're not all entirely good, but then moments where none are entirely bad either. mind you I feel like I'm one of the few people who also think about six's betrayal and go ' in her perspective, it was understandable ' because no one ever really thinks about how she saw mono's face, in spite of the fact that her being transformed into a monster was as horrible as it was, she was comfortable and safe for one of the few times in the game beyond the start, it was an imprisonment that she could at least respect, so mono " saving " her from becoming a monster, and then seeing his face and knowing he was ultimately just the thin man all along was really a gut punch of her having her world crashing down, and in general I feel like to some degree a lot of the people who become monsters within the realm of TSON / LN really become DIFFERENT people, they always have, so not only was six vengeful but, she wasn't entirely herself after that. you could chalk up the monsters like the teacher as being potentially at one point normal, because she still engages with a lot of the habits a teacher does but then it's like, is she? because she still is very aggressive, in ways a teacher shouldn't be, she morphs, all of that, and it's just odd. this world not only brings about nightmares but it twists people the longer they stay there and it has always been the adults in some means but it just as much the children, because to put it bluntly : all of them have the capacity to become worse people, within any time of their lives.

it's just those who haven't are likely the most lucky ones, and to me otto is probably the BEST person we could ever get who genuinely is just good who isn't a child, and I feel like people need to understand, he is so shitty, but he is nuanced in what he does. his comfort to noone is as much projecting as it is he genuinely cares for her and he can't help but project in my eyes because he sees' someone experiencing that all and just does not want to go through it again. noone and otto are kind of trauma bonded like that to me. but otto goes so far, he mixes his own desires of wanting things for himself between wanting to help noone and it shows. going, " he is your tormentor " in ways whereas noone is and isn't tormented. she is not afraid of the ferryman / the candleman. otto is, he always has been, and he just merges that idea into one. all of his actions are attempts to try and do better, and honestly like : one of the things I genuinely always thought of as like ' otto just wants to try and do better ' is the fact he did not tell noone about her tumor. yes, she did need to know but after all was said and done, they'd been arguing and he had no real way to bring it up and he still wanted to find out what was going on with the nightmares, with cece, so how could he? and also it's like, that is something that ultimately needed to be looked into because it was a spiral-like eye tumor in her BRAIN, like dude. yeah, I do think that's cause for concern, and he doesn't have this sort of ' oh I win ' attitude when she finds out, he's as cold as he is really upset to me. and it's why after all is said and done, he tried to at least still do an experiment while she was asleep at least to figure out for himself what was going on and honestly idea because I think of it : the flesh eyes from little nightmares 2 which are connected to the thin man, I feel like they're infecting noone's brain because it is so SPECIFIC to have noone getting a tumor as a result of the constant nightmares like the flesh is literally taking over her body from the inside the more she has them and doesn't allow the ferryman to take her. so, it's like, I feel like something will happen to otto but I feel like something WAY WORSE is going to happen to noone. because it kind of adds up especially with the way otto had an interaction with an eye on that monitor and freaking out the way he did and the thin man's soundtrack song lightly playing in the background of that.

part two of this because I wrote a lot

#little nightmares #the sounds of nightmares #rambles #tson #tson rambles

[itstimetotheorize]

The Patients limbs, the Doctor’s mistake.

Those who have played the hospital level, understand that the Patients were among the most difficult to evade, not only were there more than expected, but knowing your only defense against them was the light from a small flashlight, which could only point in one direction, made them difficult to evade. We have theorized about the Patients before, but given what we have already theorized, there was always a few little things we couldn't quite properly understand in order to figure out how it would fit into the lore, and it all started with one Patient in particular, that Patient was the one whos own hand began to pursue Mono as he searched for the first power fuse. 

Although it does not seem so strange now to find a Patient laying on a table in another part of the hospital, this particular Patients began to bring with it some very important questions, what was the deal with the light? and what was going on with those living hands?!

Now, out of all the things we had to question first, we couldn’t help but take note of the Patient’s location and what it was laying on, what's so weird about that? well, it wasn't necessarily just about the table, but rather where the Patient was located. The room the Patient was in does not appear to be  an operating room, no, from what we can tell by the ceilings, shelves, drawers and boxes filled with prosthetics, this room appeared to be more of a storage room for the Doctor’s supply of prosthetics, but if this room is truly a storage room for prosthetics then why is there a Patients body in the room? 

We have seen an operating room within the game but this body encountered in the prosthetic room appears to be strapped onto a regular table under an average ceiling light, it does not appear to be there for some sort of operation, rather, its almost as if they were brought to this room for one very simple reason...to be tinkered and paired with prosthetics in the room before being taken to the actual operating room next door, to replace their limbs with new prosthetics. 

We know the Doctor values his work, but all the while we observed his many many Patients throughout the hospital, we never really thought to consider what the early stages of his work looked like before he finally left his Patients as the prosthetic monstrosities that they are now, then again...maybe we were already given a hint to what kind of work he did to them. When Mono encounters the body in the prosthetic room, we see that the living hand that chases Mono, was still attached to a prosthetic arm,  almost as if to say that the Doctor tried to incorporate the separated limbs into the prosthetics in the early stages of his procedures, only for it to lead to poor results, what kind of poor results? well, lets take a look at the hands behavior.

Throughout the duration of Mono’s encounter with the first living hand, we see that the hand never feels compelled to stay close to its main body, and odds are, the same could be said for the other two living hands Mono encountered in the morgue.

��The moment Mono and Six were near, the hands would take priority to pursue Mono and attempt to smother his face, where am I going with this? well, seeing these severed hands act so independently almost gives the impression that  the Patients individually severed limbs carried a consciousness of their own and might not have been able to stay in sync with the main body. If the limbs proved to difficult to manage for the Doctor as he continued to pursue his desire of continuing in his life's work to perfect his Patients bodies, then he might have made quick adjustments to sever and replace as much of his Patients limbs.  

Over time, as he continued his work, more and more of his Patients were cut, stitched and amputated, all the way down to their torso’s.

But despite the peculiarity of the living hands, there was always one other very obvious and bizarre detail we theorists had overlooked until now, which is that  these living hands... are the only part of a Patients flesh body that Mono encounters which do not freeze upon coming into contact with a source of light! when Mono encounters the first hand, we see that the main body it was attached to is strapped to a table, completely immobile as it remains under a source of light from the ceiling lamp... and yet the hand was the only thing that moved and began chasing after Mono the moment he walked passed it. 

The same thing happens when Mono and Six encounter the two hands in the morgue, but why is that? what sets apart these severed limbs from the rest of the body? Light has always been a big part of the Little Nightmares world, especially in regards towards how it can be weaponized and how it can affect different creatures and residents, so what is it about the Patients bodies and the various sources of light, including Mono’s flashlight, which causes a Patient to freeze up but not something like their severed hands? unless....what if it wasn’t just about the light being capable of freezing them in place... what if it had everything to do with what the light mimicked?

It has always been theorized that because many Patients were once viewers, any source of light would instinctively make their bodies recall the time  they would stand in front of the tv, the very tv's which would broadcast the bright and wonderous hypnotic transmission which kept them still and pacified,(this theory was first thought up by “Superhorrobro”), 

However, due to the hospitals setting, the Doctor, and the patients numerous operations, it had also been theorized that these patients were accustomed to not move a muscle as their procedures were taking place, and although they were not undergoing any new procedure, any source if light would make their bodies interpret it as the same surgical lights that would illuminate over their bodies during any and all operations the Doctor would perform (this theory was thought up by "itsjustjord").

But for whatever reason, at least one thing was for certain...the light  never truly harmed the Patients and although they were quite capable of chasing and capturing Mono, they never once made any attempts to run away from any source of light before it touched them. Whatever consciousness they once had was gone, potentially leaving their reaction to the light as nothing more than a reflex brought about by pure instinct, their bodies alone knew how to respond to a source of light the moment it touched them, because it was familiar. Now, if just their prosthetics were illuminated, then they may very well have always had the capability to continue moving so long as their main flesh body was shrouded in darkness, this could explain why Mono’s light did not stop the prosthetic arms from moving when he went down a hallway, but did stop them the moment his light touched the Patients bodies the moment they finally forced themselves through the door to chase him.

Regardless of what was going on around them, the light made them stay still and unless they were surrounded by pure darkness, the light would continue to leave them as still as statues

And I know what you are thinking, " But wait, when Mono and Six encountered the body of a Patient in an operating room, that one was mostly  in the dark and there were even corpses and Patients all over the morgue and hospital that never had light shinning over them, so why didn't they move?", well, to put it simply, despite all the Patients we saw moving around the hospital, we had discovered that Patients do not need a strong source of light to freeze them, even the demist of light can keep them in place

And as for the Patients who were surrounded by pure darkness and still couldn’t move a muscle well, what if maybe...just maybe...there might have always been Patients that had no life left in them to allow them to continue moving out and about. 

Given we have always known magic exist in the Little Nightmares world, we had theorized it was the Doctor who was bringing the Patients to life after his procedures left many of them incapable of living, we theorized that the Patients encountered in the morgue were there because they really did not have any life left in them to continue moving, they were just a bunch of dead bodies. We know the hospital has life support systems within its facility and that the Doctor was quick to rush to a Patients aid the moment Mono shut off their life support machine,

 meaning that maybe... just maybe...the Doctor was tending to the Patients in the morgue in order to bring life back into their bodies, and as for the corpses, well, we had already theorized these corpses, and likely many other Patients bodies, were not originally from the hospital and had just arrived from other parts of the Pale City, the Wilderness and potentially other parts of the world, but had not yet been included in the process of being turned into Patients, hence why many bodies in the morgue, as well as the body in the bathtub, were still displayed with their feet still intact, 

whereas all the other Patients within the hospital already had their limbs replaced with prosthetics, signifying that they had been in the facility for quite some time. As for how the Doctor went about bringing life back into his Patients after botching their bodies with more and more prosthetics? well...what if maybe...just maybe... all he ever needed to do was give them a strong enough jolt to get them going again...after all...why else would there be an electric chair in the hospital?, 

clearly it wasn’t for the Doctor to use on himself... meaning that it might have always been meant to be used on the Patients!, what am I trying to say?, well isn’t it obvious, at some point in time, as the eye entities influence continued to corrupt the people and the Doctor of the Pale City, the Doctor may not have just been attempting to treat his Patients, he might have gone full " Dr. Frankenstein" by bringing his new creations to life as he continued to use them in perfecting his life's work, and if the Doctor is truly reanimating dead bodies then...this  may explain how the living hands are capable of acting out on their own. In the midst of treating his Patients and reanimating those who could no longer survive his harsh procedures, the Doctor may have unintentionally given life to any severed limb that was not still attached to the main body, something that would have become to difficult to manage during procedures but was none the less a problem that  could easily be solved with a simple trip to the cremator along with any Patients and corpses who could not live up to the Doctor’s standards.

Although this does beg the question, if the Doctor had truly reanimated his dead Patients, if he had truly unintentionally given life to the severed limbs Mono would later encounter in the hospital and if  none of the operated Patients have hands, feet (some are even missing their entire heads),  then odds are...the three living hands Mono encountered... were among the few limbs of the Patients which had the capability to get up, get out and run around wherever they pleased. We only ever saw three hands chase Mono, but if what we theorize is true, then maybe...just maybe...there may be more than just hands crawling around elsewhere in the hospital...a severed foot or head would not be as easy to encounter as a hand, much less have the capability to pursue someone, but hey! its just a theory, a Little Nightmares 2 theory!

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #Little Nightmares II #little nightmares II theory #little nightmares 2 theory #little nightmares theory #ln theory #ln2 theory #little nightmares 2 theories #ln2 theories #ln theories #little nightmares patients #ln2 patients #ln2 doctor #ln2 the doctor #ln mono #.ln2 mono #little nightmares 2 mono #ln six #ln2 six #little nightmares 2 six #ln2 pale city #little nightmares 2 pale city #little nightmares 2 hospital #little nightmares theories

[human-monokuma]

A Cruel Truth

*A video feed shows the main office of Danganronpa. We see Kazutaka Kodaka, the CEO of the company, doing his business when someone enters his office. It was a man in a black raincoat.*

Kodaka: "Yes? May I help you?"

"....I want him gone......"

Kodaka: "Hm? Could you make that clearer for me?"

???: "I want to get rid of Monokuma. His existence is a plague on my life. I can't stand looking at him for even 5 seconds. It's like a blight on my life. I hate it just as much as I hate him."

Kodaka: "Damn. SO much hate for one guy. Hehehe. Interesting. Ok. You've peaked my interest. But before I do anything rash, what's in it for me?"

???: "Views. Your audience loves Monokuma and I know that you've been facing some backlash after firing him, yeah? So let's give them more of him. More of his suffering."

Kodaka: "Watching Monokuma suffer? Interesting. This may take our company in a whole new direction. I like it. However, there are so many ways to ruin his life. What do you have in mind to go about this, mysterious fellow?"

???: "Alienate him from his folks and slowly break his spirit beyond the point of repair. I want to push him past the point of suicide. I want him to fall so deep into despair, nothing and no one can save him."

Kodaka "Hehehehe. May word. You truly hate Monokuma, don't you? I can understand why someone such as you would think this way, and I'm more than willing to help you. Ratings have been dropping since V3's.....mess of an ending. Buuut this might be the very thing we need to get back viewership. I have one idea. Buuuuut, I'm going to need to know who I'm working with first. Business confidentiality and all that, you know?"

???: "........" *The person removes his hood.*

Kodaka: "Heh. Heheheheh. I should've figured that you'd be the one who'd want this above all else. Make sense considering all the awful things he's put you through. Ok then. I may know a good starting point for you." *He takes out a piece of paper and hands it to ???.* "Use this code to get into her head. Do whatever you need to, but be careful not to get caught. Will this be of help?" *The person takes the paper and smiles.*

"Very much so....Puhuhuhuhu......Get ready, Monokuma. Your world is going to come crashing down hard around you...!" *The footage glitches and jumps ahead, where we are now seeing everything from Monodam's perspective. He's typing on a computer in a room that looks like the Mono-Manor. When he finishes, he takes a cord out of his sleeping mother.*

"Reprogramming complete. One domestic argument, coming up. Hehehe. Time to sever the 'bond' Motherkuma keeps rambling about." *He takes the laptop and walks out of the room. We jump ahead to the aftermath of the event, where Monodam is looking at Monokuma through the window, watching him having an emotional break down and near suicide attempt. Monodam chuckles.*

"Not killing yourself now, aren't ya? That's fine. I would be bored if you died now. Especially if I can't break you first, you sack of shit. Puhuhuhuhu~......" *The footage jumps ahead again, showing Monodam watching Monokuma drinking himself stupid from a window of the Monobar. Monodam hears footsteps and hides. He peaks out to find....Sayaka Maizono. It was the day Monokuma met Sayaka again after so long. Monodam watches the events take place in the bar, surprised that Sayaka would ever see any good in Monokuma in any way, annoying and angering him greatly.*

"What.....the fuck is she doing...!? He's the enemy! Kill him! Attack him! N-No! Don't fucking hug him! No way I'm allowing this to happen!" *Monodam calls Future Foundation, masking his voice and warning them of Monokuma trying to drug an innocent girl. Monodam disguises himself as a random bystander so no one would suspect a thing. He looked thrilled when the agents tried to arrest Monokuma, but got more annoyed with Sayaka the more she protested. When everything was eventually said and done, Monodam leaves the scene unnoticed.* "Bastards......I won't stand for this.....!!!" *The footage changes again to a cozy looking room in an apartment, where Hiroko Hagakure and Kyosuke Munakata lives.*

"I see......Makoto, that fool....How cna he be so trusting of that monster?"

"My thoughts exactly. Monokuma's a demon that shouldn't be shown sympathy for. He deserves to suffer and die fro all his sins."

"Yes....He does.....If Makoto will not do what is needed to protect the world and it's hope, then I will."

"....."

"Hiroko, I understand if you don't want to help me. I won't force you."

"And leave you by your lonesome? Hehehe. Yeah, not happening. Without me, you'd just land in all sorts of trouble." *She places a hand on Kyosuke's shoulder.* "And don't worry about me. i can look after myself. ok?"

"....Ok. In that case, let's get going, Hiroko." *The two starts to prepare for their mission while Dam leaves the apartment.*

"Know this, Monodam. Once I'm done with Monokuma, I'll be coming after you and the rest of your kind. I swear it." *Monodam doesn't respond. He just leave, hoping that Kyosuke succeeds where everyone else failed. The footage glitches out and we hear audio recordings. You hear the voices of Monodam and Kodaka.*

Kodaka: "Hey Monodam. What can I help you with?"

Monodam: "I need you to get rid of Monokuma."

Kodaka: "I'm guessing things with Munakata didn't workout the way you wanted?"

Monodam: "Far from it....All those dipshits keeps getting in the way and ruining everything, saying stupid shit like 'he's kind and wonderful and blah blah blah'. Those idiots are delusional. Morons. They actually allowed themselves to create this dumbass narrative that Monokuma deserves shit. He's better off dead."

Kodaka: "Alright then. Here's what I'm going to do: I'll ambush him and try to see if my new upgrades can do the trick. Even if it doesn't kill him, it should knock him into a coma. Maybe you can kill him afterwards, yeah?"

Monodam: "I'll give it some thought. But I will see the end of that dumbass bear by the end of this year one way or another." *A hang up sound is heard. You heard the audio fast forward to another call between Dam and Kodaka.*

Kodaka: "Hi, Monodam."

Monodam: "What the fuck was that about, you son of a bitch!? Who told Rule to go after Kokichi!?"

Kodaka: "Riiight. Sorry about him. He wanted to test the 'other' functions of his body. My apologies that he got out of hand."

Monodam: "Got out of hand!? He raped Kokichi, my best friend!!! How can you lose control over him!?"

Kodaka: "To be fair, you never said that Kokichi was ever off limits. How were we supposed to know that? Last I checked, you didn't think highly of the V3 cast."

Monodam: "KOKICHI'S DIFFERENT! He's soft, cute, funny, smart, and amazing! He's....He's like me! Someone who did nothing wrong and deserves absolute happiness!"

Kodaka: "Sounds to me that someone has a crush~."

Monodam: "GRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Kodaka: "Ok ok. It won't happen again. Although, I will need a favor in return."

Monodam: "What kind of favor?"

Kodaka: "I'm getting the feeling that if you're not careful, our little collab might be discovered. If that happens, things might end badly for you. We need to do something to lead them off the trail."

Monodam: "What do you have in mind?"

Kodaka: "Let's say......a hostage situation regarding your Mother and youngest sibling?"

Monodam: "Do it."

Kodaka: "Just like that? Don't you at least care for the two?"

Monodam: "Why should I? My mother is only putting up the act because she wants to be an actual mother. And Nano, they're just s stupid kid. They know not of the evil that man has committed. I'll put up with the plan so that no one suspects a thing. Just make sure that when the chance arises, end Monokuma and never touch Kokichi ever again."

Kodaka: "Ok ok. I'll see to it this time."

Monodam: "You fucking better." *A hang up sound is heard, along with angered breathing from Dam. The recording skips ahead one more time as footage shows Monodam sitting in a chair in Kodaka's office.*

"A killing game between mascots? Really?"

"Of course! It's an amazing new year's gift to the fans, yeah? And I would like you to become our company's newest mascot!"

"And why should I? What has Danganronpa ever done for me outside of giving me life?"

Kodaka: "Look at it this way: Monokuma dies, and you get to be the star of our company. You'll obtain riches beyond riches, become more famous than Monokuma or Junko ever was, be able to meet far more Kokichis and make more friends than ever before."

"I do like Kokichi.....And I do like making friends.....One condition: You must give Kokichi 100% 24/7 around the clock protection. I don't want anyone hurting nor touching Kokichi in anyway that'll make him uncomfortable. And I'm extending that to every Kokichi I've met up to now."

Kodaka: "Of course. Although, we will need to make the abduction of you and Monokuma seem legit. So we will catch Monokuma and Kok-"

"You're not touching Kokichi. I don't give a damn about that fuck stain Monokuma, but lay off Kokichi. We have a deal, remember?"

Kodaka: "We need to make this look authentic and legit. That way, they won't suspect anything. But if you don't want to do it, then that's fine. I could just tell everyone about our...little agreement."

"Don't you fucking dare......!"

Kodaka: "Oh I would never, Dammy. But I could do it any time I want. I do wonder how your folks will react to this news. Especially the Kokichis, some of which have already taken quite a big liking to Monokuma. Maybe they'd see him as the new form of comfort and their actual bestie while you just rot away cold and alone like before. Hehehehe. Now do you see what I'm getting at?"

".............................Fine......But if Kokichi gets hurt during this 'stunt' of yours, you're dead."

Kodaka: "Splended. Looking forward to working with you, Monodam. I see great things in our future. Great things." *They shake hands as the footage glitches out. That was the last part of the footage. The footage and audio of a cruel never before known truth.*

#Story post: A cruel truth

[hikorzik]

Yesterday we had our pauper event fire off with a whole TEN people I'm very happy, it's the most we've been yet :) Before, we were mostly 4-6 people. These days we're more around 6-10, which is awesome

I was playing Dimir infect as you can see! The list is in the alt text.

This deck is a lot of fun, and in many ways more consistent than mono green. However, here were my match ups, went 1-2 overall.

VS Bogles, 1-2. Was on the draw, lost the 1st one cause I couldn't go quick enough. Second one, I resolve a stinger, put a 5/1 sticker on it t3, opp doesn't find an answer, scoop. Miss played g3 : I wanted to get some life back and offensively used unexpected fangs on my dude. However I had forgotten about Ram Through and my creature was removed. I was not quick enough to rebuild and I lost this way. This was very winnable however!

VS Boros synth, 1-2. Here I know opp has a lot of removals : journey to nowhere post board, but also 4 bolts, 4 galvanic and 3 foundry helix (I was lending the deck so I know the decklist very well ahah). I tried my best to protect my things, however I made several slight mistakes. Similarly I was on the draw and won one game by being able to pass through my opp unhindered. Last game I had a moment of confusion and tried to protect an attacker from a krark clan shaman with Apostle's blessing. However! I had other creatures and blessing is actually a card I should use on offense! I would've been able to win if I had done it like that. Too bad but we'll, I'm learning!

VS Boros, 2-0. My sole win of the evening! Same principle as the last match BUT I had just learnt from my mistakes so I made better plays. Opp was also unprepared for infect and had a hard time adjusting to the threat. Game 2 I just kept a kind of greedy hand : no creatures, yes! But island and 2 ponders... And you know what they say, island ponder = keep! And I was able to stack my deck in such a way that I never missed a land drop, got a creature, AND godly protection. 3 Apostle's blessing and 2 dispels, as well as 2 command performance! I had everything to shrug off my opp's removal and attack without fear, which just got him.

I had a lot of fun even tho I lost the two first matches. Now what I've got to do is get more experience with it, notably with sideboarding. I have a kind of hard time figuring out how to sideboard here because I feel like I can keep my entire deck ahah, everything is relevant! I have a lot of leeway for improvement.

Thanks for reading, I hope you too wherever you are, have enjoyed some pauper recently, or plan to!!

#Mtg #Mtg pauper #Mtg infect #Dimir infect #Tcg #Mtg tcg #Infect gang rise up!!!

[teamconductors]

Alright, who wants some Super Swap AU stuff?

(reminder: Mono = human Sneasler, Annett = human Chandelure, and Gauge = human Eelektross)

A while back I made Mono's theoretical trainer card, which is pretty normal

But now I made Annett's and Gauge's cards

(Ignore that I spelled Annett wrong)

And there's some interesting things about these line-ups.

Annett's Typhlosion isn't a normal Typhlosion. Annett has a Hisuian Typhlosion! She trained the pokemon from a Cyndaquill, too, and one day it evolved and somehow became an extinct fire/ghost-type variant. No one knows how it happened, least of all Annett, and it ends up attracting Sinnoh/Hisuian historians to them.

And Guage has a Xirkitree! Well, not by choice. See, this ultra beat saw Gauge and just... would not leave. He has tried to get rid of it, and it always comes back. Xirkitree doesn't speak pokemon (because it's a pokemon from a different dimension) so Guage can't even try to reason with it! It scares the people at Gear Station, too.

Poor Mono has been trying to keep her and the others on the down-low as they try to figure out why they were sent back in time, but it's hard to stay stealthy when one has their ace pokemon as an extinct variant and the other has an alien that won't leave him alone

#pokelec speaks #swap au #super swap au #don't worry guys this didn't distract me from writing the next chapter #spoiler alert: it'll be released at midnight #i just wanted to chill with swap au now

[grim-faux]

okay, recall how I discussed in le post about the Pretender being an actual adult that never grew into adulting status? For whatever reason. I read in another posters theory about the room in the Nest, with the birds from @itstimetotheorize

The room with the baby bird [indeed slay me with the Mono and Thin Man references] could have a different meaning. It could be a room where some resident tried to hide away, but fell prey to the transmission of the Signal Tower. Or maybe the room could have some other metaphorical reference?

The Pretender's name could be a lot of references to a "false" or invader of sorts. What is she ''''pretending''''. The Lady is a geisha type individual which oversees the Maw and its practices. The Janitor maintains the facility, and sends children to the Chefs. The Chefs. The Hunter is a guy in the woods trapping and hunting. You get the point.

What is the "Pretender" pretending to pretend? Are they just a child that is meant to inherit a territory, the way Lady holds power over the Maw, or the Broadcaster (the Thin Man) is the source of the broadcast?

Welp, I was thinking about the crushed eggs in that room of the Nest, and the solo dead bird. It made me think - What other bird is the sole survivor of a genocide of its nestmates? And who is out here gathering up children as their playmates, then slaughters them? The Pretender. And the Pretender is presider over the Nest.

For those who do not know, there are species of birds referred to as brood parasites, because they force another species of bird to hatch and rear their young. There are cuckoos and there are cowbirds - their gig is to lay an egg in with a foster nest, and abandon it there. However, in the process of the chick hatching, it will genocide its 'brood', or the competition, by tossing out the eggs or killing the chicks.

There is a lot of fascinating information taken off the concept of parasitic broods among birds, because birds... are smart. They can figure out that this egg or chick is not their's and will sometimes uno reversal and kill it. A BIG HOWEVER, is that the bird that laid the egg may seek revenger on the vandal that slayed their baby, and destroy the nest of the bird that did the deed, and kill all the baby birds anyway, just to be petty about it. So the social vindication of the whole process is a lot to go through, because it sucks to be stuck with this massive twat that'll eat more than you and grow to be five times your size - the animal kingdom is insane.

So I told you that lore, so we can talk about the Pretender. The Pretender has powers, so that we know. Is she really an adult? If you look at her pictures, compared to the children of the LN world... the Pretender has a much different facial structure. Most children in the LN world look gaunt or very 'mood' about their survival and the horrors they encounter. On the other hand, the Pretender lives in luxury, she does not necessarily look gaunt, but she does not have what I would call 'baby fat' either, or a childs facial look.

The Pretender may be an invader of the Nest, and there may have been a prior occupant who was living this luxurious lifestyle, who was cared for because of an eventual inheritance - but that individual may be gone, and what is left is this Pretender. And the caretakers of the Nest - the Craftsman and the Butler - cannot evict this invader, because... it may endanger their lives, as well. The Pretender has powers, and her caretakers are not interested in a confrontation - whether they could win or not, this whole thing may not be their business - so long as the 'occupant' of the Nest is cared for.

Never mind they might have already failed that duty. Or failed once more, given she may not have survived the fall with Rain Coat Girl.

I just thought it was an interesting study. Since the Pretender is sort of a monster/person we know nothing about, in terms of why she has powers, why is she given the world? Why the favoritism of this lone child? And as always, what is she 'Pretending' to be. She seems like a character of the lore who is out of place, or who has inserted herself into a location that is problematic for everyone involved. And where are the 'parents' of the Pretender? Maybe they were slain when her powers manifested? Or like the parasitic brood parents, got wise this was not their child, so the Pretender got rid of them? Hence why the Craftsman and the Butler have not wavered from their duties, least they meet the same fate.

Also, kind of hilarious that the Pretender throws hands with these tattertots.

#the pretender #little nightmares #very little nightmares #vln #ln #little nightmares 2 #the craftsman #the butler #the room with the bird #i know its a dead pigeon but its A METAPHOR AND IM MAKING A PROJECTION

[majosullivan]

Castle Swimmer Season 3 Theories and Guesses

Before the release of season 3 tomorrow, I wanted to talk about a few theories I have going into this new season. Some are detailed, some are based on my gut feeling, but either way, let’s get into them!

-One or both of the boys are going to find out that Mucku is Nethimir’s mother. For whoever finds out first (if they don’t find out together), I actually think it could go either. With Kappa, him obviously being much closer to Neth at the moment, I can see things ranging from Kappa noticing small habits, wording decisions and slip ups from Neth and Mono, leading him to put the pieces together, to Neth straight up telling him, whether it suddenly becomes necessary for Kappa to know or wanting to confide in him. With Siren, while he obviously isn’t close to Neth at the moment, he might be able to catch onto things quite quickly because of his own relationship with his mother. Siren and Nethimir parallel each other in many different ways and I can see Siren being reminded of his relationship with his mum by the way Nethimir interacts with Mucku. Although, considering Siren doesn’t know what happened to the witches and the rest of the Octalia, I doubt he’d even consider the possibility for a long time

-On the topic of Mucku being Nethimir’s mother, I think Mucku is going to learn more about who she was before Labbu’s attack, whether it’s through small pieces of information or getting a huge piece of information, such as being Neth’s mum (which is DEFINITELY going to be one HELL of a experience for everyone involved)

-Before the Octalia were attacked, Mono was in a relationship with another Octalia and she sadly died in the attack. Throughout the second season, we’ve that Mono is quite intuned when it comes to romance, being the one to notice Kappa’s draw of Siren, quickly catching on how smitten he is, actively remembering Kappa’s drawing and quickly figuring out what Kappa was dreaming about in episode 87. How things exactly went down? I don’t have a solid idea of yet. Mono could have tried to save her but tragically failed. Her partner could have sacrificed herself for Mono. The two of them might gotten separated and Mono found her body after the fact. We just can’t be sure yet

-One of the first major hurdle we’re going to see in Siren’s and Kappa’s relationship go and work through is gonna start because of that fucking knife. At the end of season 2, we once again see Siren’s knife return to him and Kappa’s facial reaction to it. As the readers, we obviously know why that knife is going to be triggering to Kappa (especially since Siren’s knife is very similar in style to the one he skinned himself with), but unfortunately, both Siren and the witches don’t. While Kappa has spoken to the witches about what happened, he has only talked about it very generally and hasn’t been comfortable to go into detail about what happened. With this and working through the trauma of what happened at the shark’s castle and him and Siren dying, keeping all of this inside is definitely going to have effects on Kappa’s mental health in the long run. This can already be contrasted with Siren, who overall, has been pretty open, with a key example being seen in season 2’s final mini episode, with him talking about what happened in the god mouth. Overall, we can probably expect a lot of emotional talks between our boys in the future

-In relation to my previous point, I would say it’s fair to assume that we’re gonna see more of Kappa, Siren and Neth blame themselves for what happened with Ogo like it’s a damn Olympic sport and they’re all competing for the gold

-The new character at the end of season 2 that will be pursuing our boys will be either an antagonist or morally grey character. Considering this new character seems to be a Orca, and considering how violent and intelligent Orcas can be, they could be a very dangerous force of against our main cast

-To add on, I think it’s a fair assumption that we’re going to see this character go from place to place, meeting other characters (e.g Herm, the castle colonies, Pim and Pagoon, etc) until they catch up with our core five

-Whatever minigod received Neris’s powers after he died is the one that is bringing back the shark’s curse in order to keep up their senses. After it was revealed that the only thing that can keep a minigod’s senses is blood, it felt like one piece of information that really started to bring the mystery of the shark’s curse together. The shark’s curse is centered around them being continuously injured and dying. Their prophecy is a scarless prince being killed by the beacon in order to purify their castle. I’m not sure how I want to word it at the moment, but I definitely feel like this new minigod is somehow using the curse to keep their senses

-We’ll get more Shoal flashbacks and possible get a see how he’s doing in current times. Now that we know what Shoal looks like, the boys have a proper lead on where he went and we’re going to be seeing what’s happening at the the shark castle for a bit, I’m betting we’re going to get more and more Shoal content. Right now, I’m positive he isn’t dead so I think there is a chance we might get a look at him in current times and possibly see how he’s doing (considering he’s been away from his wife, child and home for over ten years, is currently unaware the status of said only child and the curse has been paused for over two months now...yeah his mental health probably isn’t the best). Although, I feel like this will be a end of season type thing

-On the topic of Shoal, while I’m certain that he’s alive, whether it happens this season or seasons after, I definitely think we could get a fake out death before we see he’s actually alive

-During Labbu’s attack, Mono got buried under rubble. I actually came up with this idea while I was making this list. When we first see Mono’s scar, we can see she has small, sharp rocks stuck in her throat. In addition, we can see that her dark scaring is reaching onto these rocks. The idea I had was that during Labbu’s attack, Mono got buried under falling rocks, with pieces of debris getting stabbed into her neck, leading her to losing her voice (along with pushing herself too much)

-Siren will once again fail the ‘try not to almost/actually die’ challenge. I want to have faith in him but I know him too well at this point

#this is what I can think of for now #if you have your own theories #feel free to add in the comments or reblogs! #castle swimmer

[aecholapis]

Secret for Sparkattack?

That's a good one! Sparky's secret is an important plot point for Exopulse's and Monochromator's story. More under the cut.

Secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Sparky wants to save lives. He wants to save lives soooo bad, he's willing to resort to unethical methods to keep his patients alive and well. Yet for some reason the few patients with fatal injuries don't make it.

He is dead set on experimenting with lifeless frames to reverse their status quo so he does just that. But in secret. He has asked Rossum a couple of times if such a thing was possible and his mentor didn't give him a definite answer. Which was enough to give him hope that it is, but then An Accident happened and Rossum was put into medically induced stasis.

Sparkattack had to take over the Orbiter's med bay as the new acting medic with no license, lots of incomplete theoretical knowledge and minimal training. When Venator took over as his new mentor, Sparky asked him for permission to start his experiment but Venator declined. He was banned from the lab indefinitely.

This did not stop him from sneaking in and dissecting the most damaged frames they had lying around. He learned to navigate its complicated structure by trial and error, until he was ready to conduct his first resurrection attempt.

Monochromator came back Wrong. He didn't recognize his body anymore and also didn't feel like himself. There was something missing, though he didn't know what it was. Exopulse was lucky. He came back normal and it didn't dawn on him that he shouldn't be alive until he remembered that he and Mono had pierced each other's sparks.

Sparky didn't tell them that they had been dead for a long time. He didn't tell them what he had done to bring them back. Venator didn't know about it either and thought a miracle had occurred. Mono spends a good chunk of their story trying to figure out why everything feels wrong with Exo as moral support (he's mocking him about being a shoddy Autobot construct and that his Decepticon frame has a much better quality), until the two of them confront Sparky.

That's when he tells everyone about his secret experiment and it's not a secret anymore :-)

It did take the crew a while to notice that every one of them was killed and no, they didn't notice the very obvious pattern earlier because the circumstances under which their bodies were found were vastly different. Exo and Mono don't really believe this at first and they conspire that the Orbiter's crew's processors must have been tampered with by the perpetrator.

Pondering the orb (a spark)

Unrelated to the question but when someone finds out that the strange deaths that keep happening every century must be linked in a way, Venator wants to reopen the investigations on the cases that have been put on ice while Sparkattack tries to find a way to peer into the victims' damaged frames. It's impossible to salvage memories with a cortical psychic patch when there is no head to extract the memories from. This doesn't deter him from trying, however.

But that's just a theory :-)

In truth, Triator was just hungry and the resident ancient eldritch grandpa can't consume anything other than dreaming processors every other century to remain functioning. After the ghost ship stuff happens, Azimuth and Ambulon join them, Rossum is healed and Triator is captured, Sparky will use his newfound knowledge to come up with a plan to help Triator.

His secret struggles weren't for naught.

#cyber streak 2 asks #thanks for the ask! #he is so baby i can't help it #he wants to save everyone at all costs #oc stuff #my ocs #i didn't have time to do proper lineart i hope it's okay

[vlyteng]

Beauty standards and its relation to racism and colourism

I am a film junkie and I adore Japanese films. My love for Japanese films started when I watched a specific movie, which just so happens to be one of the most breathtaking films I’ve ever watched in my life - Helter Skelter. Helter Skelter is a movie that tells the story of a famous actress, Lilico, who has had several cosmetic procedures over her body. Lilico makes life terrible for people around her as she struggles to manage both her professional and personal issues as a result of the adverse effects of her surgery (Letterboxd 2012). It is based on a manga that Kyoko Okazaki wrote and released between 1995 and 1996 (Cherif 2022). The message of the movie is made clear to be depicting the extent we can go to achieve what we deem as "perfect beauty", but how it can lead to an unhealthy obsession with our physical appearance. Throughout the film, the audience will witness Lilico’s fall into an endless, abyssal spiral of depression as she tries to fix the side effects of surgery with, well, even more surgery.

Beauty standards in every culture look different. In the West, the hourglass figure (otherwise known as “slim thicc”) is the goal! Some features that are commonly celebrated and strived for in Western countries are light-coloured eyes, blonde hair, pale skin and small noses. The beauty standard in Asia also has a similar standard but skinny is what most people go for. Obviously, Asians do not have the same genetics as Westerners. If someone frequently consumes beauty content from Western culture, they may be influenced to change their features in some way in order to fit what they think is the “standard of beauty”. Some may think beauty standards are merely just guidelines for people to follow to be seen as more attractive, but I think it goes much deeper than that.

I believe beauty standards are built on the foundation of racism and colourism, discrimination or prejudice towards those with dark complexion. You might think it’s a stretch but hear me out. A good example of this is when we discuss skin tones. Have you ever thought to yourself “Man, my skin is so dark” or “Man, I wish I had a more pale complexion”? Why are we so scared of getting a little tan from the sun? Why do we immediately deem darker skin = undesirable? As a Chinese, why are bigger eyes and double eyelids more adored than mono or hooded lids despite it being the most common outcome for our ethnicity? All these questions point to an underlying distorted perception that we were taught since young and continue to experience in our daily lives. They take the form of seemingly harmless little statements, like when the aunt that nobody likes asks you if you’re going to keep eating those pineapple tarts during Chinese New Year, or when your beautician mentions how perfect you’d look if you just got a little nose lift during your monthly visit to the beauty salon.

All in all, there is no such thing as “perfect beauty” as the definition of it is so different for every single person, everyone has their own version of beauty. Aiming to achieve it is unrealistic and will not only cost you millions of dollars, but also endless amounts of mental strain. I understand that it is easy to fall into the rabbit hole that is insecurity and anxiety over appearances and our bodies. But something I truly believe is that without our body, no matter what it looks like, we will not exist. Your body is constantly trying to take care of itself and we should be grateful for having two arms and two legs, functioning ears and nose, eyes to see the world and a mouth to taste Kyochon fried chicken (yes, I am craving it as I am writing this). To end this, I’d like to dedicate a poem I wrote for an e-book about self-acceptance and to love our body because it is trying its best to keep us alive every day. 

Don't be angry with your body Your arms lift the weight of responsibilities Your legs walk you through life Your eyes see the beauty behind the ugly Your stomach houses butterflies that make you feel alive Your nose lets you smell that wonderful apple pie that you love Your body has been through everything with you it does not deserve your hatred and your anger. - S. Z Tao

References

Cherif, M. C 2022, The Dark Side of Beauty Standards in Helter Skelter: A semiotic analysis, The Artifice, viewed 8 June 2023, <https://the-artifice.com/helter-skelter/>.

Letterboxd 2012, Helter Skelter, Letterboxd, viewed 7 June 2023, <https://letterboxd.com/film/helter-skelter-2012/>.

#mda20009 #week9 #week 9 #body modifactions #body modification #body dysmorphia #plastic surgery #surgery #cosmetic #helter skelter #japanese #japan #film #movie

[musesofthemoon]

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

for crux (post-ep 25), arven, ai, and maybe mono too

Thematic Headcanons | Accepting

Crux isn't very good at art, but she still tries her best to do it! It's hard though, considering she's about the size of your average pencil, so it takes a lot of legwork for just one drawing. If she could find some sort of utensil that she could more easily use, things would be different, but for now she's content with what she can use. She likes the activity, despite how difficult it can become!

Arven, though, isn't much for crafting really. Cooking, at first, was a means to an end and for his own opportunity to eat something that wasn't McDucklett's or something similar. Sure, he's found himself a lot deeper into the art itself, but other crafts aren't something he has a lot of interest in, instead having more of an interest in camping and being out in nature.

Ai can't draw to save her life. If it's more complex than a stick figure, then she'll have a bad time of it. She's never had the patience or interest in art like that, so it doesn't make her feel all too bad. And don't tell anyone, but when she needs to do an art project for school, she'll end up bribing Yu to do it, and quite fairly too!

Mono tends to make crafts out the strangest things he finds out in the wilds. A pinecone? Place some acorns in it and it's an art piece! A rubber boot he found in a garbage can? Put some newspapers on it and get some color on it! Anything he can find might be an art project, especially if he's somewhere safer for the time. If he's not, then he's more focused on keeping his head than anything like that, but he might still collect little things when he can.

#crux - headcanons #crux - answers #arven - headcanons #arven - answers #ai - headcanons #ai - answers #mono - headcanons #mono - answers #dont-call-me-a-lyre