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fnf-brain-rot · 3 years

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[Whitty x Boyfriend]

Chapter 4 - you don't scare me

Whitty and Boyfriend had been sitting under their tree for about two hours. Whitty would calm down, have intrusive thoughts, and freak out again, and this was a cycle that kept happening until he finally relaxed at around six in the afternoon. Boyfriend didn't let him go even for a second, even when Whitty tried to remove himself. He held tightly onto his arm, and later they transitioned to Whitty's head in the smaller's lap. Whitty thought it to be weird, but Boyfriend didn't mind. He's used to comforting like this. It helps Pico's episodes too.

"Do you feel better?" Boyfriend spoke softly, his voice muted by the gentle wind blowing against the tree, causing the leaves to ruffle. Whitty nodded, though he still didn't want to look at him. "I don't.. Wanna hold you up-"

"Now you listen to me you big dummy."

Whitty looked up at him quickly, a bewildered look plastered on his face. Boyfriend puffed his red cheeks, almost puffing out his chest. "If I didn't want you around, I wouldn't be around you. Everyone has issues and I understand that. Everyone's issues are different. This type of thing isn't new to me." He huffed softly. "Wha.." Whitty trailed off as Boyfriend gently held his cheeks, making him look at him. "I will literally sit here all night until you feel better. You don't scare me Whitty." Both of their faces were flushed at this point, both for different reasons. "But-"

"No buts! If you need help, I'm there. End of story." Boyfriend shook his head in retaliation.

Whitty stared at him a little longer, then felt a smile creep up his lips. Boyfriend noticed the tears welding up in his eyes again, but he could tell it wasn't a bad thing. Whitty started to laugh, quietly, as if he were trying to hide it, but that only made Boyfriend laugh with him. He dragged his thumbs along his cheeks, wiping away the tears that began to fall again. Whitty couldn't imagine why Boyfriend was so comfortable being so comforting. Most guys usually resort to aggressivness to solve problems, but Boyfriend had a nice gentleness to him. Gentleness he's been longing for since.. Forever.

"You should really get going before it gets too dark, it's not safe down here at night." Whitty uttered. "You say that like it's safer for you or something." Boyfriend sneered in response. "Why don't you come stay over my place this time? Please?? At least so you can get a shower or something." Whitty was about to object, but he did have a good point. He did get attacked just today, and he could be attacked again on his way back down town. Boyfriend seemed extremely worried too.

Whitty sighed, letting his head flop back into Boyfriend's lap. "Fine. We can go to your place." He grumbled. Boyfriend threw his fists into the air in a celebratory fashion, letting out a "whoooo!!" in happiness.

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They were closer to Boyfriend's house, so much so that the walk was only about ten minutes. Boyfriend lived in a little town house, comfy enough for one person. Whitty, of course, had to crouch in order to get inside, and even then the ceiling was low enough to where he was constantly having to crouch a bit. "I have pizza in the fridge, not sure how long it's been in there though. I'm not hungry so if you want you can have it." Boyfriend stretched his arms as he walked inside, taking his shoes off at the front door. He made Whitty do so as well, considering how he was raised. That and shoes on the carpet is just a no.

Whitty hummed nervously, hesitantly removing his shoes, but didn't regret it. The carpet.. It was so soft on his feet.. He got down on the floor, rubbing his hands along the fluffy surface. Boyfriend had walked off to set up some things to make Whitty comfortable, bringing out a blanket to throw on the couch. He paused when he saw the male pushing his face along the surface, and he couldn't help but laugh. Whitty's head shot up from the floor, his face flushing it's orange undertone. "What are you doing, dude?" Boyfriend laughed in amusement, placing the blanket on the couch. "It's.. It's so soft.." Whitty muttered softly, looking down at the floor again. "What.. is it?"

"It's a carpet. It's supposed to make the house more comfortable." Boyfriend explained.

Whitty couldn't remember the last time he took off his shoes, let alone walk on something other than concrete. He closed his eyes as he lied down on the floor again, sighing as he felt his body melt into the floor. "Alright come on, take a shower first." Boyfriend wrapped his arms around Whitty's waist from behind, jokingly attempting to pull the bigger man off the floor. "Five more minutes.." Whitty groaned in response, causing the smaller to burst out into laughter. "Come on Whits, you gotta take a showerrr!" He pulled again, and Whitty let out another dramatic groan. "Okayyy, okayyy, where's your bathroom?" He then huffed, standing up of the floor. Even though he was crouching, Boyfriend was still lifted off the floor from the sheer height of his man. "Woah.." He muttered behind him. He hadn't realised just how really tall he was until just now.

He let go and plopped down onto the floor, running off in front of him. "Follow me, I'll get you a towel." Whitty nodded, following after him. The bathroom was, of course, smaller than comfortable, but Whitty would take it for being able to shower any day. Boyfriend walked into the bathroom, grabbing a big towel from the small closet inside. "You can just hand me your clothes and I'll wash them for you!" The blue haired male chirped as Whitty took the towel. "Uh..." Whitty started awkwardly, and Boyfriend's face quickly went red. "Oh! Right! Sorry!" He laughed awkwardly and hopped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Moments pass and there's still silence. That's when Whitty opened the door and glanced around, then looked down to see Boyfriend sitting against the wall next to the door. "Um.. I need.. help.." The bomb man muttered in embarrassment. "Y-Yeah! What's up!" Boyfriend jumped a little, giving him a nervous smile. "I.. Don't know how to use the shower.." He admitted in a quiet voice, as if he were ashamed to be confused about something that seemed simple. "No worries! I got it!" The shorty waited for Whitty to open the bathroom door, and honestly wasn't prepared to see Whitty.. Without his clothing on? Sure he was about to take a shower but.. wait, Jesus this guy was ripped! He was defined as hell, mostly in his abdomen and chest area. It was odd his arms almost looked bionic, but he wasn't sure what made them appear that way. Boyfriend's face flushed a deep red, just barely keeping his jaw from dropping. "Uh.. Bee?" Whitty spoke up after a minute. Boyfriend shook out his head, immediately laughing loudly in embarrassment. "Yes! The shower! W-Watch!"

Whitty tilted his head in curiosity as Boyfriend explained turning the knob to get what temperature of water. Whitty nodded along as he explained what to do. It was a simple concept. Now he felt stupid. "Don't worry! Everyone's showers work different, you're doing your best!" Boyfriend reassured him, thinking against patting his back. He would literally freak out feeling his muscles he was not risking it. "Oh yeah, my clothes are over there." Whitty pointed to the heap of clothing in the corner of the bathroom. "THANKS. I'LL GET IT WASHED FOR YOU." Boyfriend stated a little loud, earning an odd look from the bomb. "Yeah I'm.. Just call me if you need me.." Bf hung his head in shame and went and picked up his clothes, trudging his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He slumped against the door, feeling like his head was spinning. Holy shit this guy is actually physically kinda hot.. The sweat shirt and sweatpants kinda covered it up but.. Now he knew. He needed to rant to someone about it.

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Boyfriend was on the phone for an hour telling Girlfriend all about the recent things going on. She of course sat through him fanboying over Whitty's body, which made her giggle. He still didn't talk to him about meeting his friends yet.. Well, that's what they were gonna do tonight! He hung up when he heard Whitty turn the shower off. It was quiet for a couple minutes. Boyfriend glanced down the hall. The bathroom light was still on. What.. "Whitty??" He called out, getting up and walking to the bathroom. He knocked once, then twice. Still no response. "You could at least answer me- Are you dissociating or something??" Boyfriend puffed his cheek. One more minute without answer. "I'm coming in!" He called to Whitty, then pushed the door open.

Dear god it took everything in him not to laugh.

There was water all over the floor. The shower curtain was in the tub, and Whitty was using it to hide himself. "Uh.. I can explain.." Whitty started, and Boyfriend lost it, putting his hands over his mouth as he erupted into histerical laughter. "Dude are you okay?? What happened??" He managed to ask. Whitty averted his eyes. "I.. I tried to move this thing and I guess I.. pulled too hard.." He mumbled, which only made Boyfriend laugh harder. God he was wheezing. "It's not funny." Whitty retorted bitterly, narrowing his eyes at him, and Boyfriend held his hands up. "Okay- hhhhhaaaa okay, I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's okay, they do that sometimes. Come on, get out the shower and I'll handle the curtain." Boyfriend snickered to himself as he walked out the bathroom. He wished he could take a picture.

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"I have a shirt and some boxers. Sadly no pants, hope you're okay with that." Boyfriend held up the clothing to the male, trying his best not to look at him or he'd go into bi panic again. "That's fine, I don't really need pants I guess.." Whitty answered, taking it from him. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what??" Boyfriend looked up at him. Whitty looked a little concerned. "Am I bothering you? Your face keeps going red, and you can't even look at me anymore.." Boyfriend's eyes widened, and he quickly began to wave his hands. "No! No no no no it's not a bad thing! It's uh- I'm.. uhh.." He struggled to find the words. What was he supposed to tell him?! "ohh I think your abs are hot" or "oh I just really like your BODY" Boyfriend shook his head.

"You're really nice to be around, and it.. it makes me happy!" Boyfriend stammered, causing Whitty's eyes to widen in surprise. He liked.. being around him? "So happy, in fact, I don't know how to function! So.. it's a good thing!" He smiled nervously up at him. Whitty felt his face heat up again. "I make you happy?" He asked, as if it were the most bizarre thing he'd ever heard. This just set Boyfriend off. He gasped dramatically, then grabbed Whitty's hand. "Dude you're cool as hell! Of course you make me happy! I hella enjoy your company!" He exclaimed. Whitty stared at him, then looked away shamefully. "Even after..?"

"Everyone has their breaking points. Remember, I understand! It's in the past. I don't.. look at you any different." Boyfriend muttered, his voice trailing off. He was saying some pretty personal shit.. Almost intimate. Whitty for sure wasn't used to this kind of praise. His hands were warm, almost like a heating pad.. He almost didn't want to let go..

"Uh... Whitty?" Boyfriend tilted his head, and Whitty blinked before gently taking his hand away. "Uh.. L-Let me get dressed.." He spoke in a low voice. Boyfriend nodded quickly. "Of course! Yeah!" He walked out of his room, closing the door behind him. Maybe he should heat up some pizza for him...

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"Am I doing it right?"

"Yeah yeah! And I'll sit right here. Feels nice right?"

"Yeah.."

Boyfriend took it upon himself to teach Whitty about the world of affection. It breaks his heart he hadn't received any since the day he was born. This guy was too special not to at least get hugs. The small male was sitting in Whitty's lap, the taller's legs criss crossed under him like a bed. He had his arms wrapped around Boyfriend's hips, and he set his hands on Whitty's arm. It produced a warmth that wasn't a physical warmth for Whitty. He had no idea what this feeling was.. He was enjoying it though.

"Hey Whitty?"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask about your.. your childhood?"

Whitty let out an uncomfortable sound, pursing his lips. He wasn't so sure about that right now.. "You don't have to if you don't want to!" Boyfriend quickly interjected. Whitty shook his head. "I'll.. I can tell you some.." Boyfriend looked up, pressing his head into Whitty's abdomen to look at him. Whitty would admit, it was pretty cute.

Whitty sighed softly, looking up at the tv in front of them. "Well.. I wasn't born. I was made." He stated, Boyfriend seeming a bit taken aback by this. They had that type of technology already? "By this man, Updyke. He has this.. organization, that hunts down creatures like me. I guess he was gonna use me to find other people like me, or something.." He shrugged. He didn't really know why they hunt down things they also make. It seemed.. torturous to him.

"I'm guessing you escaped from the organization.." Boyfriend spoke softly. Whitty nodded. "That's only one of the things I'm on the run from." He stated. He did feel safe talking to Boyfriend about it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. "It's why I told you not to tell anyone my name and that you were seeing me. I have a bounty, people who want to kill me, hurt those around me. All because of a stupid rock career." He grunted distastefully, feeling the stress weld up in his chest. Boyfriend turned around in his lap to look at him, quick to hug his torso. Whitty began to relax again, letting a single tear roll down his cheek. "I don't know why I was made.. I didn't ask to constantly have to fight for my survival. I wonder why I can't just.. live like everyone else.." His voice shook as he spoke. It broke Boyfriend's heart to pieces.

"Hey, what about that rock star career? What happened?" Boyfriend asked him curiously, reaching up and wiping the liquid away. Whitty grew to appreciate the gesture. "Well.. I was found by Daddy Dearest himself. He broke me a label, I made my own songs until.. Months later, he steals my shit and claims I stole his." Boyfriend felt his face grow warm under his hand. Either he's embarrassed or mad about it. Shit, why not both?

Boyfriend let out a soft sigh. He felt Whitty's arms tighten around his smaller frame. He pushed his face into his chest. Cuddles usually made him feel better. "Well.. I'm glad you could open up to me. I understand a lot more stuff now." Boyfriend spoke into his shirt. "I promise you.. I would never throw you into the gutter. And you'll never be alone again. Which is why I want you to meet my friends!" Whitty looked down at him, as if it were the craziest thing he could ever suggest.

"But that girl you hang out with, isn't she dearests' daughter?"

"Yeah but she's nice! I already told her to keep you a secret." He winked at him. Whitty groaned lightly. "I was hoping you could meet her.. this weekend? Maybe.. Friday?" He started slowly, raising his brows hopefully. "Bee, that's tomorrow. I have like zero time to mentally prepare." Whitty put a hand on his own face. "Please!! Please!!! It'll be fun I promise!!" Boyfriend stood up on his legs, staring him in the face again. "Okay okay fine! Just as long as he isn't around. I'm not ready for that just yet." Whitty covered his face with both hands. This guy was like a child. He was willing to bet his friends gave him what ever he wanted too. "Yay!! Thank you Whits!" The blue haired male exclaimed, leaning forward and smooching his cheek.

A moment of silence passed between the two before Whitty made a face. "What was that?" He asked him, and Boyfriend hopped off the couch quickly. "Okay!! That's enough for tonight! We should get some sleep right? right. Okay goodnight!" Boyfriend's entire face was pure tomato red, and he rushed himself to his room.

Whitty watched him go with a huff. Weird. He touched the cheek he kissed him on. Interesting.. It felt nice.. Weird, but nice. He'd just have to ask him to explain it some other time.

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friday-night-unknown · 3 years

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12(24) ▾ Sexless ▾ 01/01 ⌦ Tag: #un bf ⌦ Reference sheet

The World’s TRAITOR. A super-human artificially made in the lab to be part of humanity’s last resort against the Ć͢a̔͋̂t̡̉á́͒s̆̄͞t̾̈͝ro͞͞͠p̛̉͞h͈̉e͆̈̈́, but escape for his own entertainment. His lack of empathy unable him to understand why he should save this world from the Ć͢a̔͋̂t̡̉á́͒s̆̄͞t̾̈͝ro͞͞͠p̛̉͞h͈̉e͆̈̈́. Will kill without hesitation, but he has no mother to tell him not to taunt with his food. Heartless, but not quite evil. He’d save you if you are to his likings. Is here to live his life to the fullness and force everyone into a singing battle. If you can't sing, you die.

Very insecure about his eyes, wears a shade to cover them. Will kill you if you even DARE to mention them.

19 ▾ Female/Male ▾ ??? ⌦ Tag: #un gf ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable)

Is their name Ruby, or Rudy? Nobody knows, but BF001 keeps calling her ‘Girlfriend’.

She is the PLAYER. A girl dressed in red who comes from another WORLD, here in this world to explore all kinds of possibilities that HER FATHER prepared. She was stuck in a hopeless romance with a certain blue-haired boy, she yearned to enter the world and be in his embrace. Little does he knows, his love isn't what he expected. It was born out of lust and hatred, a twisted relationship, much like the Shepherd and the Lamb.

❝ The outside world is hard and cold, come in here and you shall find home. ❞

27 ▾ Male ▾ 31/03 ⌦ Tag: #un pico ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable)

Former SCIENTIST that was part of the scientist team that develops BF001. He initially grown to care for the boy as his own until he betrayed the world, leaving and throwing him into the pit of despair. All is gone in just one day, he is just UNLUCKY to be alive. Now trying his best to survive in this rotting world.

Seems to have develop mild PTSD but refuses to admit it. Lost his glasses during Ć͢a̔͋̂t̡̉á́͒s̆̄͞t̾̈͝ro͞͞͠p̛̉͞h͈̉e͆̈̈́, has bad eyesight.

7 ▾ Sexless ▾ 06/06 ⌦ Tag: #un hex ⌦ Reference sheet ▾ Playlist

Everyone's best friend. A ROBOT created to replace someone who is dead. A rich family recently gone through the lost of a son and so they commissioned the CREATOR to build a robot as a part of therapy. However, È͛͘ȑ͛̽s̤̿ä̍͑̃t̒̌͝t̞͋ doesn't like his identity. He doesn't want everything he does is being 'coded' and instead believe everything he does is by his own will. Because of that, he greatly suffered from identity crisis, and still is finding out his true identity. No one treated him like a human being except the CREATOR and his assistant. Unlike your ordinary robot, he is coded to have FLAWS. Always wanted to have a REAL body instead of a metallic one.

He has monophobia.

25 ▾ Male ▾ 25/03 ⌦ Tag: #un ruv ⌦ Reference sheet ▾ Playlist

Able to travel between timelines and alternate universe freely thanks to the left-over demon power by Sarvente. He is the HACKER, able to change the game codes on will. However, overusing the power will resulted in a state of withdrawal— coughing blood and flowers (a reference to Hanahaki Disease). It is a curse for him to bear. The flowers on his left eye is connected with Sarv's. His mortal body cannot comprehend with Sarvente's power, it is advised to not used much. He jumps from AU to AU, timelines to timelines; copying/stealing codes from other Sarvente to save his own — that including leaving the other Sarvente dead.

He is lactose intolerance.

Ageless ▾ Male ▾ 10/10 ⌦ Tag: #un whitty ⌦ Reference sheet

A ONE-WINGED ANGEL. Holds an immerse hatred towards demon and NEVER let him find out you are a demon. Lost his wing due to a contract, now he is stucked in the mortal realm because you cannot fly with just one wing. Determined to save this world. Extremely affectionate and protective to the person he cares for, but will never hesitate to break that friendship if you lied to him about your identity or betrayed him.

Has three forms: Normal, Ballistic, ???. Weapon is a double-handed electric guitar LITERALLY made out of electricity.

85(17) ▾ Male ▾ 11/09 ⌦ Tag: #un senpai ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable) ▾ Playlist

A famous TV HOST unquestionably died in the late 1950s. He has done so many shows, TV commercial and advertisement. Due to the Devil's contract he signed, he is doomed to trap in the virtual world. Extremely touch-starved and each day the urge to have a REAL body once more grows. He is known to drag people into the television, then God knows what he did with them, but they are never to be heard ever again. Possessed Hex for the body, as well as for the friendship, also work as his protector. A two-sided man, a jolly young man and a cries a lot, swears a lot. Was called 'Senpai' by Hex, but that wasn't his real name. For his real name has been forgotten.

Uses a lot of 1950s slang. (boob tube e.g.)

7 ▾ Sexless ▾ 07/07 ⌦ Tag: #un tankmen (collectively) ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable)

After BF001's escape, these SOLDIERS were created artificially in such a short time. Initially, they were just heartless soldiers following orders but slowly, they developed their own personalities due to the observation made on the scientist in the lab... including cock jokes. A team of 7 to save the world from the brink of death, however, they can only do so much.

Have an infinite amount of 'bodies' as their CODES are being made different, their ability to 'respawn' make them misunderstood the definition of DEATH until a small boy died by their hand and never come back. Unlike BF001, these soldiers grown to have empathy.

30 ▾ Male body▾ 07/05 ⌦ Tag: #un lemon ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable)

A MONSTER born from the Ć͢a̔͋̂t̡̉á́͒s̆̄͞t̾̈͝ro͞͞͠p̛̉͞h͈̉e͆̈̈́. With no memory nor identity, he roamed the earth aimlessly. Heavily in denial he has become a D҈e҈m҈k҈n҈. He only wish others to stay away from him so they do not get hurt. However, two children seems to acknowledge his human part instead.

He's 13'3ft tall. He has hunger pangs where he'll go frenzy to clench his hunger.

Ageless ▾ Male ▾ 17/04 ⌦ Tag: #un updike ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable)

A POWER ANGEL responsible for the world's peace and fends off evil demons. However, great POWER comes with great RESPONSIBILITY... ... as well as REGRETS. He believes in his words but he doesn't believe in his own. All he ever wants is to bring back an old friend and live how it was supposed to be. He descended from the sky and search through the mountains and sea, only to be engaged in a fight to the death by his dear friend. Oh lord, will he have his happy ending?

The sound of water calms him down.

Ageless ▾ Male ▾ None ⌦ Tag: #un garcello ⌦ Reference sheet (unavailable)

The DEATH for he who controls life and death of all living beings. May his body be immortal but his mind is not. Memories don't last forever, and as time goes by, he found himself forgotten a few IMPORTANT things... Especially the reason why he decided to take on this particular human form.

In the eyes of death, NOTHING lasts forever. He had given up trying to build a friendship, as it'll only bring more heartbreaks. He learn to seclude and isolate himself as to not get himself hurt.

Love... ... what a convincing illusion.

More to come.

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spiteful-bomb · 2 years

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I JUST REMEMBERED I ALSO FOUND A RUV COVER OF "Die Bastards" FROM THE TAILS GETS TROLLED MOD AND NOW ALL I CAN THINK IS JUST

"Hex Gets Trolled"

Just Hex as Tails

Whitty as Sonic

and Ruv as Shadow and that's it

No Villains seems kinda fitting for Whitty to me because Sonic gets progressively more angry at BF throughout the song like

"There are no villains."

Sonic about halfway: "I SAID THERE ARE NO VILLAINS BITCH-"

#🍪 // ooc

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nn4nn4stuff · 3 years

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Aside from the mod I’m working on (which now kinda escalated into a Friends over Characters Mod dfshkfdkjh), I also had ideas for other reskin mods and all with some of my OCs!!

1. & 2. B055 over Daddy Dearest! B055 is a dad and he will fite you depending on which mod variation it’ll be. The first one would be any Boyfriend vs B055 who also brought his kids along! The second one would be him functioning more of a tutorial start if the BF is replaced by his kids! He is still a musician at heart, so it’s just logical for his kids to ask him for help when it comes to learning ‘bout music! Inspirations for those two variations are RichaadEB’s “Dad Battle” Cover and RetroSpecter’s “Dad Battle” Remix

3. & 4. The kids replace BF! The idea behind this one is a fanfic I had started where the kids meet Whitty and adopt befriend him. They later venture out in search of their friend to make sure he’s fine and well. At some point they’ll have to face off against him though. In most cases the two of them perform together. Sometimes it’s Gremlin (the taller one) by himself with Orb in the background then. And rarely, it’s Orb on their own (i.e. when facing Ballistic Whitty).

5. Zona over Mom! Idk, this one just felt kinda fitting. She’s a musician too, but mostly works as a popular clothing designer, hence she got cash money. She’d be part of the mod with the kids replacing BF and would help the two of them out.

Whitty belongs to sock.clip

#nn4nn4stuff #nn4nn4draws #fanart #ocs #fnf #mod ideas #creative rambling

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demons-and-knights · 3 years

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Muse Info

Speck (Whitty)

Age: 12

Race: Imp

Height: 1’6

Pronouns: He/it/fire/shade/bat (fire/fires/fireself, shade/shades/shadeself, bat/bats/batself)

Attractions: Aro/Ace

Description: A tiny imp smaller than a basketball. He has a demonic set of wings and tail and dark black skin. It has wide yellow eyes with orange pupils and tiny claws on its feet and hands. Shade seems to be a bit underweight for shades species.

Arthur (Updike)

Age: 32

Race: Human

Height: 6’5

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Bi Ace

Description: A tall man in a full suit of white armor with golden trim. He often forgoes the helmet in favor of simply not wearing one. They have a large sword with white and gold trim. It has a runic engraving along the guard and a sky blue and yellow diamond-shaped gem embedded in the pommel.

Noah (BB)

Age: 22

Race: Human

Height:

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Pan

Description: A tall young man with brown hair that has thick light blue frosted tips. He has acne and a small bit of stubble on his chin. They usually wear their knight uniform, a full suit of thick leather armor and a dark forest green undershirt. They almost always wear a leather belt with a sword and dagger sheath.

Jacob (Bf)

Age: 16

Race: Human

Height: 5’4

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Bi

Description: A short teen with bright cyan hair. He wears a white tunic and dark blue pants. They wear a leather chestplate, gauntlets, grieves, and pauldrons. He carries a shortsword and a small dagger on his belt.

Jewel (Gf)

Age: 16

Race: Human

Height: 5’3

Pronouns: She/them

Attractions: Bi

Description: A short teen with dark red hair. She wears a red silken dress and lots of jewelry, but most of it is strictly when necessary. The ones she wears most often are a golden bracelet with a red gem embedded in it, diamond-shaped golden earrings with rubies in the centers, and an intricate golden necklace with red and orange gems embedded into the material.

Grace (Carol)

Age: 20

Race: Human

Height: 5’7

Pronouns: She/they/voi (voi/vois/voidself)

Attractions: Bi

Description: A young woman with dark skin and fluffy black hair. She has dark, near-black brown eyes and freckles along the bridge of her nose and top of her cheeks. Voi wears a dark purple shirt and dark brown pants.

Echo (Sunday)

Age: 20

Race: Bat*

Height: 6’1

Pronouns: She/it/sound/note (sound/sounds/soundself, note/notes/noteself)

Attractions: Bi

Description: A creature with bat wings along her arms and bat ears on her head. Sound has a mid-length tail and sharp fangs. Her tail, ears, and wings are a dark grey color that fades into her normal skin tone at the edges. Said skin is a desaturated mid-tone brown. Its body, upper legs, and upper arms are covered in a thick dark grey fur. Her hair is dark auburn brown with a dark grey tint.

Wild (Hex)

Age: 24

Race: Tech Werebeast

Height: 10’5

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Pan

Description: A large creature with dark grey fur. He has large, sharp claws and a wolike tail, ears, and legs. His face is square and he has cyan eyes. Their inner mouth and throat is a bright cyan color that glows slightly.

Notch (Virus)

Age: 6 months

Race: Tech Werebeast

Height: 2’5

Pronouns: He/they/it

Attractions: ???

Description: A small werepup with spiky, dark russet fur and bright red eyes. He has spiky but harmless teeth and black pinprick claws. Its inner mouth is a bright red color.

Fang (Tabi)

Age: 26

Race: Skeletal Werebeast

Height: 17’3

Pronouns: He/they/coin/skull/bone/gem (coin/coins/coinself, skull/skulls/skullself, bone/bones/boneself, gem/gems/gemself)

Attractions: Aro/Ace

Description: A large beast with no flesh to be seen. The large skeletal creature has long, curved claws on its hands and feet. He has a long tail with a fluffy tuft of silky near-white fur at the end. The fur has a slight blue tint and wavers like smoke at the edges. His head is shaped like a ram, but his horns have a splintering effect along them, small bits jutting out along the top as it curves.

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slusheeduck · 6 years

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The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

@im-fairly-whitty and I are co-authoring this fic for the monster that is the Coco teacher!AU!!

(AU started by @scribblrhob, with inspiration from @upperstories, @hyucktor and SO SO MANY OTHERS AND IT’S A MAGICAL EXPERIENCE FOR ALL.)

Warning: I got creative with formatting and POV in this chapter, so I have no idea how it reads to someone who’s not me. Hopefully you enjoy!!

[Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility] [Part 2: La Directora] [Part 3: Skipping Class] [Part 4: An Unannounced Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate][Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)]

Part 7: A Birthday Livestream

The tweet goes out late on the 29th. Even so, by 6:45 a.m. the next day, the stream is packed. The cheery little “Stream will start soon!” sign is up, and the chat is already lighting up with thoughts about what the surprise stream’s going to be.

Littlebear119: I bet they’re releasing a new album!

veramaj: then héctor wouldn’t be surprised tho

Littlebear119: Truuuuuueee.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Do…you guys not know what day it is?

veramaj: what?

Littlebear119: It’s Sunday?

hectorriveraseyelashes: omg you guys don’t know lmao. Preciosooooos.

The chat quickly devolves into “CRUUUUUZ” and “NESTO HI NESTO <3” as the stream switches on. The screen’s fairly dark, but Ernesto’s face is just visible as he whispers to the camera.

“Hola, Cruzcitos. So I know a lot of you were upset that Héctor couldn’t be there with us on Día de Muertos.”

There’s a general burst of agreement from the chat.

“I know, I know. So, since we couldn’t spend the day with you, I figured you all could spend the day with us.”

There are several crying-face emojis and “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”s in the chat.

“And today’s no ordinary day. I’m sure some of you know it’s my amigo Héctor’s birthday today. So, Cruzcitos, we need to start the day off properly.” He switched the camera to face forward as he slowly opened the door. Beneath a heap of blankets, a gangly leg hung off the bed and a lanky arm was slung over a pillow. “Mira mira, here’s our Sleeping Beauty now,” Ernesto whispers as he creeps into the room. “And there’s only one way to wake someone up on their birthday.”

The chat goes quiet as Ernesto sucks in a deep breath. He pauses when Héctor shifts beneath the blankets. Then, once he goes still…

“ESTAS SON LAS MAÑANITAS QUE CANTABA EL REY DAVID…”

Héctor flies up off the bed as Ernesto belts “Las Mañanitas” as loud as he can, and immediately a pillow is thrown toward the camera.

“Tú maldito hijo d—!!”

“There are children watching this, Héctor!”

“It is seven in the morning, tú pin—”

“Cruzcitos, cover your ears!” A sweatshirt collides against the camera; both Ernesto and the chat are dying.

Littlebear119: OMGGGGGGG

musiica-vida: lmao

p0c0l0c0: I CAN’T BREATH OH MY GOD

veramaj: pobre hector but rip cruz

The camera jostles as a thud that sounds suspiciously like a shoe hitting a wall rings out, and it quickly turns as Ernesto runs out and shuts the door. He switches the camera back to face him, a big grin still on his face.

“So our Héctor might not be much of a morning person. But our celebration of Héctor’s birthday is just starting; come back around eleven for the next stream.” Ernesto ends the stream with his trademark wink and smile.

Littlebear119: Aw, boo, I can’t come to the next one :’(

p0c0l0c0: Don’t worry someone’ll record it.

hectorriveraseyelashes: I hope poor Héctor gets to sleep a little bit more.

The next stream starts promptly at eleven. Another chorus of “HI NESTO!!!” and “CRUUUUZ” fills the chat, but Ernesto looks none-too-pleased. He lets out a sigh before sending a withering look to the camera.

“So Cruzcitos, tell me this. What do you think is the best way to spend your birthday?”

The chat rings in their answers.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Backstage passes to one of your shows.

hectorriveraseyelashes: And getting to pet Héctor’s hair for an hour.

veramaj: a nice dinner with my bf

musiica-vida: UM SORRY WHAT @hectorriveraseyelashes

hectorriveraseyelashes: You heard me.

Cruzita41: I would party ALL DAY!!!

Ernesto nods at the answers that pour in (He does a double-take at one of them, and the chat is generally certain it’s hectorriveraseyelashes that earned it.), then huffs and shakes his head.

“See, you all have good ideas on how to spend your birthdays. But Héctor…my friend Héctor decides that the best way to spend his birthday—”

He turns the camera around, and the punchline of his joke is lost in the chat’s reaction.

musiica-vida: GLASSES?????

Cruzita41: GLASSES!!!!!

veramaj: since when does hector wear glasses?????

p0c0l0c0: GLASSES

musiica-vida: @HÉCTOR PLZ WEAR YOUR GLASSES ALL THE TIME

(hectorriveraseyelashes merely posts several crying faces and prayer hands)

Héctor is tucked up on the sofa, green pen in hand and thick-framed glasses on his nose as he goes through several papers. Ernesto snorts as the reactions come in.

“Héctor, look up.”

Héctor sighs, but does in fact look up. “What?” he asks exasperatedly. (hectorriveraseyelashes floods the chat with various heart, crying, and prayer emojis)

“Apparently you should wear your glasses more often.”

“No.”

(The disappointment in the chat is almost audible.)

Ernesto sighs. “Sorry, Cruzcitos, but as you can see, Héctor Rivera is a tough man to sway. He won’t wear his glasses, and he spends his birthday grading papers.”

“Well, they need to be graded by Monday. Do you have to shove that in my face? It’s hard enough reading these kids’ writing without a phone in my face.”

badnugg: omg profe héctor is actually youtube famous

musiica-vida: HE’S YOUR TEACHER??

badnugg: lol yeah

p0c0l0c0: IS HE A GOOD TEACHER???

hectorriveraseyelashes: IS HE HOT WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT MUSIC??

Littlebear119: I’m back!

Littlebear119: WAIT IS HÉCTOR WEARING GLASSES

veramaj: lol u missed a lot bear

“Hey, Héctor, I think one of your students…” Ernesto trails off as the sound of a door opening comes from a distance. Héctor immediately perks up and smiles off screen.

“Morning, chamaco. We’re going out for breakfast once I’m finished with these papers.”

musiica-vida: CHAMACO!!!!

p0c0l0c0: HI CHAMACO!!!

Littlebear119: Who’s Chamaco?

hectorriveraseyelashes: It’s baby Héctor.

Cruzita41: Aww, did he just wake up? Buenos días, chamaco!!

Littlebear119: BABY HÉCTOR??

veramaj: it’s his nephew.

musiica-vida: Preeeetty sure he’s his kid. They look like exactly alike.

hectorriveraseyelashes: They definitely don’t. Also he calls Héctor Tío so checkmate.

Littlebear119: OH!!! HE’S SO CUTE!!!

“The chat thinks you’re cute, Miguel,” Ernesto says as Miguel walks on-screen. Miguel sends him a surprised look and a shrug.

“Thanks?”

“Oyé, what did I say about filming Miguel?” Héctor asks, voice slightly sharp.

“The kid has his own channel, it’s not like you’re hiding him,” Ernesto brushes off, then focuses the camera on Miguel. “So, Miguel, do you know what day it is?”

“Uh, Sunday?”

“Okay, but do you know the date?”

Miguel presses his lips together, then looks down at Héctor for help. Héctor’s head falls back as he sighs.

“It’s my birthday. Ernesto’s making it into a…thing.”

Miguel’s eyes widen. “It’s your birthday?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because Héctor hates having fun,” Ernesto cuts in. “So Miguel, what do you want to wish your Tío Héctor on this very special day? He’s twenty-seven, you know.”

Miguel blinks. “Oh. That’s how old you are?”

Héctor returns to grading. “How old did you think I was?”

“Super old. Like thirty-five.”

The snort Héctor lets out is deemed pure and good by the chat.

“Thirty-five?! Ay, Díos mio, then how old do you think Ernesto is?”

“Anyway, Cruzcitos,” Ernesto says before Miguel can hazard a guess. “What are some of your wishes for Héctor’s twenty-seventh year on this earth?”

Cruzita41: I hope he has a wonderful year!!

p0c0l0c0: I hope he doesn’t join the 27 club :(

veramaj: what’s that?

Littlebear119: I hope you guys really make it big!! Being a teacher looks so boring

p0c0l0c0: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club

p0c0l0c0: Did the link work?

Littlebear119: OH NO :’(

veramaj: HÉCTOR PLEASE DON’T JOIN THAT CLUB

(hectorriveraseyelashes’ wish for Héctor is reported as inappropriate by several members.)

p0c0l0c0: Lashes plz

“Aw, qué amable! Well, we are trying our best to get more gigs and…”

Ernesto’s words are ignored, viewers instead focused on Miguel as he climbs onto the arm of the sofa and peeks down at what Héctor’s grading. Several heart emojis flood the chat as they talk too quietly to be heard over Ernesto’s talking. Héctor asks something, Miguel pulls a face, and Héctor laughs as he pulls off his glasses (much to the disappointment of the chat.)

“All right, all right, I won’t let you starve, chamaco. I’ll bring these with me.” As he stuffs his papers into his backpack, he sends the camera with a withering look. “And if you bring out that—” The chat doesn’t miss the quick glance toward Miguel. “--darn phone while we’re out, Ernesto, I’m throwing it right into the street.”

“And then you’re paying for it.” The camera switches back to Ernesto, where he gives a dramatic sigh. “Looks like that’s all for now, Cruzcitos.” He glances up as Héctor and Miguel’s voices trail off and a door shuts. He smiles, then adds in a whisper, “Come back around two. We’ll be having another stream then.”

The screen goes black, and the chat is all abuzz.

Littlebear119: Héctor really doesn’t seem like he wants to do these streams…

p0c0l0c0: It’s part of an act they do. Héctor’s all smiles on whenever he’s on Chamaco’s channel.

Littlebear119: CHAMACO HAS A CHANNEL???

p0c0l0c0: YES AND IT’S THE SWEETEST THING.

p0c0l0c0: My heart grows three times bigger whenever I get a notification from him.

veramaj: yeah héctor’s definitely just playing.

Littlebear119: I hope he is.

hectorriveraseyelashes: I don’t care if he is. I’ll take any excuse to see that man’s beautiful face.

musiica-vida: WE KNOW, LASHES.

The next stream starts without so much as a word from Ernesto. The chat goes quiet as the camera focuses on Héctor and Miguel. Both have their guitars in their lap, and Héctor picks out a simple tune.

“Okay, no looking. See if you can play what I just did.”

Miguel starts to pluck out the same tune, but he groans as he messes up a note. “It’s so hard!”

“I know it’s hard, that’s why we’re practicing. You gotta train those ears just as much as your fingers, chamaco.” He plays the tune again. “All right, una vez más. I bet you’ll get it this time.”

querida9512: Can Héctor Rivera please be my dad?

p0c0l0c0: This is SO CUTE, I can’t handle it. Gracias, Nesto.

Littlebear119: Does Héctor know Ernesto’s filming?

veramaj: probably.

musiica-vida: It doesn’t seem like it, but I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

A knock sounds out. Héctor doesn’t look up.

“It’s open! All right, chamaco, play it one more time.” He turns and grins from his place on the floor as a woman pops her head in. “You’re just in time, diosa, Miguel’s just learned a song by ear.”

The chat is a STREAM of activity.

querida9512: IS THAT THE POCO LOCO LADY???

hectorriveraseyelashes: Um, I am the Poco Loco lady.

Littlebear119: Diosa’s such a pretty name!

badnugg: wait, dire imelda?

querida9512: YOU KNOW HER????

badnugg: I think she’s the directora of my school…

badnugg: omg

badnugg: téodora was right about her and profe héctor

veramaj: she’s so pretty, she can’t work at a school

p0c0l0c0: Héctor works at a school.

veramaj: but she’s actually PRETTY.

p0c0l0c0: ARE YOU SAYING HÉCTOR ISN’T???

hectorriveraseyelashes: The rule in this stream is that we love and respect Héctor Rivera’s beautiful face.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Can we block @veramaj?

veramaj: omg u guys chill out

Diosa smiles fondly as Miguel picks out the tune, correctly this time. (The chat is full of praise for him.) “Perfecto, Miguel. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you remembered that our reservations are at—” She glances up midway through the sentence, then freezes as her eyes lock onto the camera. She quickly pops her head out and slams the door shut.

Héctor jumps at the slam, then glances down at Miguel before setting his guitar aside to get to his feet. “Imelda? Imelda!” he calls as he heads to the door and steps outside.

Miguel’s brow furrows, but he looks up at the camera with a shrug. The camera moves slowly to the door, and the barest bits of conversation can be heard through it.

“Why didn’t you warn me? I would have texted you.”

“Warn you about what?”

“That your roommate was filming.”

“What? No, he wasn’t.”

“Did you not see the way he was holding his phone?”

“He just does that sometimes.”

“Well, why don’t you go and ask him?”

“He wasn’t filming! He knows he has to ask before filming if Miguel’s in the room.”

“He doesn’t have to ask with you?”

“It’s different. This is what we make part of our living off of. I’m used to it by now.”

There was an irritated huff. “I can’t help you there. But you’d better be taking care of that little boy.”

“I am, Imelda.”

A thrill goes through the chat as Héctor’s voice, quiet as it is, goes sharp, though everyone quickly quiets as they hear his sigh.

“I’m sorry. It’s…been a long day. Would you believe I woke up at seven?”

There’s murmuring outside, but it’s too quiet to be picked up by the mic. What is picked up is the creak of a doorknob and a bitten-off word from Ernesto before the screen quickly goes black.

p0c0l0c0: So…he didn’t ask permission?

Littlebear119: I thought it was off.

dlcswaifu: I’m sure it’s fine. Cruz probably thought Héctor knew.

veramaj: i hope so. i don’t want them to fight.

There’s no announcement when the next stream is, so everyone is pleasantly surprised when they get a notification that Ernesto y Héctor is streaming an hour later. The first thing everyone sees is…

p0c0l0c0: CHAMACO!!!!

Cruzita41: CHAMACOOOOOO

Littlebear119: AAAAA it’s Miguelito!!!!

veramaj: omg look at that precious face.

Miguel’s brow furrows as he tries to figure out how to best hold the phone, but he grins at everyone’s greetings. “Hola! Cruz let me take over the livestream for a little bit!”

Littlebear119: OH MY GOODNESS HOW PRECIOUS!!!

veramaj: we’ve been blessed today

querida9512: I mean we already knew November 30 was a holy day.

musiica-vida: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

p0c0l0c0: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

veramaj: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

dlcswaifu: @hectorriveraseyelashes BE GOOD

hectorriveraseyelashes: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS SHUT UP

hectorriveraseyelashes: Of course I’ll be good. My future step-son doesn’t need to know how thirsty I am for his tío.

Miguel’s eyes dart down to the chat, reading the responses before frowning slightly. “Um, I don’t think you can drink my tío.”

The chat collectively dies.

Littlebear119: So how are you doing, Miguel????

Cruzita41: We saw your practice earlier, you’re so good!!

dlcswaifu: Where’s Cruz???

Miguel grins brightly as he catches the praise among the questions, then settles back in his seat. “I’m fine. Tío Héctor said that he and Cruz needed to talk for a bit, so Cruz set me up here so I could talk with you all!”

There’s one comment from quetzalcoatl-kun about how they came for Cruz and not some stupid kid, but it’s quickly drowned out by the wild enthusiasm from other Cruzcitos over how they get to talk to Chamaco.

musiica-vida: So big fandom question, are you Héctor’s kid or his nephew?

“Actually, we’re primos! My abuelita is his tía,” Miguel chirps.

dlcswaifu: So do you live with him?

“I do for now.”

dlcswaifu: Why?

Miguel opens his mouth, but closes it and swallows hard without answering. The chat is quick to flood him with other questions.

p0c0l0c0: Is your tío a good teacher?

querida9512: You’re a fan of Cruz, too, right? What’s it like living with your YouTube idol?

hectorriveraseyelashes: On a scale of 1-10 how willing would you be to have me be your new tía?

veramaj: have u been to any of their concerts yet?

hectorriveraseyelashes: There hasn’t been a concert with both of them since Chamaco came around.

musiica-vida: Not that we mind! It’s so sweet to see Héctor taking care of his primo <3

veramaj: he could have gone to one before he lived with héctor

Littlebear119: What’s your favorite subject in school, Miguel?

querida9512: And when’s the next update on your channel?

“Espera, espera, this is a lot!” Miguel laughs, discomfort gone as he scrolls up through the chat. “Tío Héctor’s a really good teacher, even though he keeps making me do boring things like scales. I used to watch Cruz’s videos to figure out how to play better, but now I can just ask him!” He scrolls a little more. “I really like math. Is that weird? Oh! And P.E.! I’m definitely the fastest on my class’s fútbol team.” He shrugs. “And I don’t really know about updates, I—” He stops suddenly, glancing up as a sharp voice comes from somewhere, just loud enough to be picked up over the mic. “I, uh…” He glances back at the phone. “One second.”

He sets the phone down, livestream still going on. A creaking door is picked up over the mic, and the two voices are a little clearer. Nearly every viewer turns up their volume to max to catch what’s being said.

“You’re absolutely sure you weren’t filming?”

“Honestly, Héctor, it’s not like I can do it by accident. You’ve gotten so paranoid since bringing in the kid.”

“I’m his godfather. I’m supposed to be.” A frustrated sigh. “Look, I’m done, okay? I don’t want anymore filming today. Just let me enjoy my birthday in peace.”

“We wouldn’t have to do this if you’d come to the Día de Muertos show, you know.”

“But you couldn’t even ask me before you burst in at seven a.m.?”

“It wouldn’t have been funny if you knew. And it’s gotten us a stable audience all day.” There’s a beat of silence, then a long sigh. “Look, I’m sorry you’re bothered. I thought you’d be more game for this. Guess I was wrong.”

“It’s…it’s fine. Just no more filming Miguel unless I know.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know, but you might. And if I find that damned iPhone around him I swear…”

Miguel gives a little gasp, and quick footsteps come back toward the phone before he’s back onscreen.

“Gotta go! I’ll see you all around!” he says, then quickly ends the livestream.

Littlebear119: So Héctor really didn’t know…

musiica-vida: Did…Ernesto lie to him?

dlcswaifu: He probably didn’t know he was filming.

querida9512: But he just said that he couldn’t do it by accident.

dlcswaifu: I’ve done a lot of dumb things by accident without knowing I could. He’ll probably delete the footage once he realizes.

veramaj: i think it’s scripted. cruz’s done drama things in the past; maybe the views are down.

musiica-vida: Ooh, that’s a good point. I think you’re right.

dlcswaifu: Nothing gets views like a fight and a kid.

Littlebear119: :/ I dunno. I feel weird about this stream.

The last livestream comes late that afternoon. Once again, there’s no notice before the notification goes off on everyone’s phone, and everyone who can manages to pile in to the chat as quickly as possible.

There’s a general air of confusion as they get a very nice shot of the kitchen.

“Is it recording now?” Héctor asks off-screen.

“I can’t see. Is there a red circle?” comes Miguel’s voice. The camera tilts, shifting the view to the ceiling. “Yeah, it’s recording, but you’ve got the wrong camera on.”

“How do I change it?”

“You see that camera button? Just tap it.”

“Just tap—” The camera abruptly switches to selfie-mode, and Héctor’s obviously startled by it. “Ah! Okay! Okay, there we go. Hola!”

The chat is FULL of heart emojis and !!!!!!!!!!!!!’s.

p0c0l0c0: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, HÉCTOR!!!!

musiica-vida: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!!!!

Littlebear119: FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!! <3 <3 <3

(Needless to say, the chat is flooded with “FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS”es.)

Héctor looks caught off-guard by the response, then laughs. “Gracias, gracias! I’m, ah, I’m not really good with this whole livestreaming thing, but I wanted to thank you all for such wonderful wishes!”

musiica-vida: IT’S NOTHING WE LOVE YOU HÉCTOR <3 <3 <3

hectorriveraseyelashes: That blazer tho…

Littlebear119: We all hope you had a wonderful day!!!!

“That’s, ah, that’s really all I have to say. I actually have to leave in…” He glances off-camera. “Now. But I wanted to let you all know that I appreciate your…” He trails off as the chat bursts to life again.

hectorriveraseyelashes: GLASSES.

p0c0l0c0: YES PLEASE WEAR YOUR GLASSES.

p0c0l0c0: JUST FOR A SECOND.

musiica-vida: HÉCTOR PLZ. DO IT FOR US.

hectorriveraseyelashes: GLASSESSSSS…

He sighs as he looks over the chat. “Diosa, look at this.”

The woman from earlier (“IMELDA!!!” as musiica-vida pointed out), just peeked over Héctor’s shoulder to look at the chat, then tilted her head up with a smirk.

“See? It’s not just me who thinks you should be able to see.”

“I can see just fine.”

“It took you three times to hit the record button,” Miguel pipes up from off-screen.

“Here.” Imelda looks down as something that sound suspiciously like a glasses case opens, and she holds up the glasses. “You should at least do it for your fans. And for me.”

Héctor rolls his eyes, but smiles a bit as he leans down slightly so Imelda can slip them on. “Only if you wear your hair down on your birthday.”

“Deal.” She smiles at him as he stands up straight and pats his cheek. “Muy guapo, cariño.”

He shakes his head, then looks back at the camera. The chat has devolved into a mess of “SO CUUUUUTE!!!” and “SÍÍÍ MUY GUAPO” and more sparkle emojis and hearts than could be counted. (Save for hectorriveraseyelashes, who floods the chat with crying emojis.)

“Well, that’s it for today. We really do appreciate your guys’ support, and thanks again for being part of one of the most memorable birthday’s I’ve ever had.” He gives a little wave with his free hand. “Adíos!”

The video ends, and the chat is beside itself with delight—all the drama from the last stream completely forgotten.

Littlebear119: They’re all so cute I just can’t.

musiica-vida: I KNOOOWWW

hectorriveraseyelashes: I don’t know if I want to KILL Diosa or BE Diosa.

p0c0l0c0: Please choose “be”

hectorriveraseyelashes: FINE.

hectorriveraseyelashes: For now.

hectorriveraseyelashes: Those glasses, tho

dlcswaifu: I’M A CRUZ FANGRIL AND I LOVE THOSE GLASSES???

hectorriveraseyelashes: I found God in those glasses tonight.

badnugg: omg i can’t wait for school tomorrow.

hectorriveraseyelashes: #jealous

veramaj: i’m just so glad that everything’s all right. i knew it couldn’t be a real fight. cruz is way too nice for that.

As always, thank you so, so much for reading! Wit’s got the next installment, so be sure to check over her way in the next week or so! Also we have tons of headcanons we’re ready to scream about at any given moment, so don’t be shy and come talk to us!

Also, if you like my screaming-in-written-form and want to indulge my caffeine addiction, feel free to buy me a coffee (or not, of course.)

Thanks once again, and we’ll see you around!

#coco fic #teacher!AU #OH MY GOD I POSTED AT A DECENT HOUR #CAN YOU BELIEVE IT #IT'S NOT THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT #Also the formatting isn't a complete nightmare and I am LIVIIIIIING #hector #ernesto de la cruz #miguel rivera

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storfulsten · 3 years

Audio

something entirely new but it’s a whitty+bf cover

might be loud sorry

the amount of corny cringe is unreal and I’m sorry but I’m just vibin really ha

them bombeep fusion shenanigans got to me ok

song:

youtube

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fnf utau voicebank created by GenoX

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silvergalaxyx7 · 3 years

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Friday Night Funkin Original Story (Corrupta Nigrum) [Part 5: Perception]

Part 5: Perception

Later on within the evening, Boyfriend had returned back to Winterland Plaza, right as Girlfriend and Carol had left its doors, a large group of bags with them, before understandably asking where the boy had been, Boyfriend responding with the lie that he had encountered yet another enemy that he had to rap battle in order to escape from, receiving a giggle from both girls, Girlfriend asking if he had been sucked into another dimension or chased around by a manic fangirl again, much to Boyfriend’s uncomfortable and hesitant affirmation.

Having believed his lies, the two girls and the boy had returned back to Carol’s home for some R&R as well as to just hang out for the time being, the clear skies overhead making it a perfect time to be outside before rainfall comes by as it did during the last few days.

Whatever the weather however, Boyfriend was still internally processing how he would find a way to talk to Girlfriend, especially in a small group like theirs which included Pico, her, him, and Carol, Whitty having told his new profound girlfriend that he wasn’t really ready to be around yet another person, Pico being someone who the living bomb wouldn’t want to have an argument with if it meant turning Carol’s backyard into a sinkhole.

Either way, Girlfriend was in a good mood which meant that this was the perfect time to talk to her, but not at this very moment, rather let her become a bit exhausted, if such a thing was possible for a demon, and then bring in his concerns to her slowly and steady.

For now however, he sat at a bench in the yard as Carol and Girlfriend talked to one another in the small pool the girl had recently bought, Pico having sat next to the boy who had vented his frustrations out to him.

“Wow, that’s, uh, a lot,” Pico commented, placing his hand on his head, “And I haven’t gotten used to your whole actually talking thing.”

“Sorry, I was just trying to remember everything Geovanni told me,” Boyfriend gave a sheepish smile before looking over at Girlfriend, “So, what do you think?”

“About what exactly?” Pico laughed in disbelief, “That your “new” new relationship is falling downhill faster than a drunk on a mountain bike? How about that your babe is holding some eldritch abomination inside her body, or was it soul? If you want my opinion, I think that guy was probably a crazy old guy on crack or something, and trust me, those do exist.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Boyfriend nodded, though his lack of a smile provided enough proof that he was uncertain of his own response, “G-Girlfriend wouldn’t lie to me, right? We’re supposed to be close enough that we don’t hide anything from each other, no matter how bad it is.”

“I mean, how long did it take her to tell you she was a demon?” Pico asked.

“About…..almost two months,” Boyfriend sighed in disappointment, “B-But she said she wouldn’t hide anything else from me, so she has to be telling the truth about not knowing anything about that.”

“Mhm…” the boy leaned back, closing his eyes as his vibrant orange hair glistened in the afternoon sunlight for a moment, knowing that Boyfriend’s lack of response meant his words hadn’t quite reached him yet, “Though maybe he is telling the truth and it just seems hard to believe so-”

“Pico!” Boyfriend exclaimed, pulling his shirt over his mouth in frustration.

“Look, all I’m saying is that it’s pretty crazy to hide all of this from you, but there is a possibility that she did,” Pico explained, clearly conflicting his previous statement.

“N-No, she wouldn’t…..”

“I mean is it that hard to believe?”

“No, of course not,” Boyfriend gripped his shirt tightly, “I’ve seen things you could only begin to imagine, nearly died a hundred times over, seen monsters, demons, ghosts, whatever you see in those kids books, so a monster with that much power, hidden inside a girl who’s not only hated as much as her dad, but who’s also my girlfriend, isn’t that hard to put together.”

“You really have it rough, dude.”

“Well, that’s why I came to you.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t think I invited you over just because, did you?”

“Right, of course not,” Pico rolled his eyes with a smile, “I’m guessing you brought me here to ask me for some advice on this whole situation.”

“Actually, I thought you could go and tell her for me instead….?”

“What?!”

“It would just be for a minute or two, and I’m working on a letter so you could read it and-”

“No, no, hang on there!” Pico exclaimed loud enough that Carol and Girlfriend's attention turned towards him.

“You boys okay there?” Carol asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine!” Boyfriend quickly responded.

“Boyfriend was just telling me about this weird bat thing he was rap battling today in the alleyway a bit north from here,” Pico explained as the girl’s continued their conversation, the boy lowering his voice as he pulled Boyfriend close by, “Listen, you can’t make me go up there and talk to her!”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, she’s a demon!” Pico looked over at the girl with a look of concern and fear in his eyes, “If I piss her off by telling her something you wrote, she’ll probably set me on fire or something! And two, this is your problem to solve by yourself, not mine. If you want to tell her how you feel about this whole situation, I can help you find the words to tell her in person, but if your just going to make me go to her and talk to her for you, then you’ve got another thing com-”

“Go Pico, yeah, yeah, go Pico, yeah,” Boyfriend sang, bounding up and down quickly.

“Don’t think that’s going to work on me-”

“Go Pico, yeah, yeah, go Pico,” Boyfriend continued with a pleading smile.

“BF, just stop, I….” Pico paused, seeing Boyfriend holding his breath as he was getting ready to sing the same phrase as before, only much louder, the mercenary quickly covering the boy’s mouth, “Alright, alright, just shut the hell up!”

“Yes!” Boyfriend nudged Pico, “See? I knew I could count on you!”

“Sure, whatever, but you owe me big time,” Pico brushed over the boy’s gesture, looking at the girls with an even more worried expression.

“Aw, come on, they don’t bite, and you’ll be fine!” Boyfriend placed his arm along the mercenary's shoulder, “Just act natural and if anything goes wrong, which it won’t, I’ll take full responsibility.”

“So, you got this letter?”

“I’m….still writing it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me-”

“Look, it’s hard to put emotions into paper alright?” the boy opened and closed his palm, missing the feel of a microphone in his hand, “The only way I’m good at expressing myself is through rap, but that’s too loud and melodramatic than a single letter, not to mention the letter is way more fancy like she is.”

“I think you and I have very different definitions of the word fancy,” Pico glared at the boy, head downcast, “Ok, so when are we doing this thing?”

“Tonight, at seven, when I’m going out to visit Geovanni’s house, and you can tell me how she reacts to it all, and then I’ll figure out how to better approach her after she knows how I feel,” Boyfriend grinned, “It’s the perfect plan!”

“No, no it’s really not,” the mercenary shook his head before standing up to stretch, “Well, until then, wanna join the girls.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Boyfriend waved Pico off before returning to his thoughts once again.

Girlfriend was patient enough to understand his feelings, like a normal girlfriend, a normal person would, right?

Yes, his plan would work and they could trust each other, maybe even get her to trust the sorcerer in helping relieve her pain this creature might be causing her, and then Daddy Dearest and Mommy Mearest would have all the respect in the world towards him since he was able to save his daughter from a problem they had presumingly caused.

Nothing could ruin this mindset.

Suddenly however, Boyfriend felt as if something or someone was watching him, turning around to look at the outline of rose bushes surrounding Carol’s backyard, the very sight of the flower distracting the boy from the sound of rustling within them, instead causing Boyfriend to swear he was hearing whispers emitting from them.

At that moment, he noticed something that he hadn’t the first few times he visited Carol’s house before.

Did her roses ever have thorns?

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Unperceived and concealed from Boyfriend’s knowledge however, from beyond the bushes, now running a few blocks in the opposite direction in order to attempt to run as far away from Carol’s house as possible, was Sky, the girl holding her hand to her heart, not in any romantical or aspiring sense in which such a gesture would often be used by her when seeing the boy, but more so in an attempt to calm her ever beating heart, the nervousness and small tinge of guilt within her mind and body causing such a thing to occur.

The girl ran past a corner, entering a nearby park as she stopped and leaned against the wall of a nearby public bathroom, the sounds of melody and music muffled in the distance, the usual cheery environment of Friday Night Funkin being something that she had mostly only enjoyed through watching it on a screen rather than actually experiencing a musical outlook on life twenty four seven, though she couldn’t complain.

She gripped her shirt, the one bearing a red check mark, her initial attempt at trying to copy Boyfriend’s style in order to receive his attention.

“Stupid!” she said in a hushed voice, trying her best to hold in her tears, though the ones that had already started trailing down her cheek had signified a failure in that regard, the girl sliding down onto the stone brick floor, “He’s just a little dumb video game character like the rest of them….”

“That’s interesting….” a deep voice came from her side.

“EEEEP!” Sky jumped back, looking to find Ruv standing right next to her, “W-What are you doing here?! Did Geovanni send you to find me?”

“I don’t answer to that man…” Ruv glared in the direction of the church, apparently knowing where it was despite everyone being covered by buildings or trees, before placing his attention back on the girl, “I came here on my own.”

“Y’know, part of me doesn’t believe you,” Sky narrowed her eyes in skepticism, pointing at the man, “And who would? I mean, look at you!”

“Грубый маленький соп��як…. (Rude little brat….)” Ruv muttered to the side.

“What was that?” Sky questioned.

“Nothing,” the man responded before extending his hand out, “Now come on, the others are worried about you.”

“I said I need some time to think,” the girl curled up, bringing her knees to her chest as she pressed herself against the wall further.

“We have no time for that, we need to get going before-”

“Before what?!” Sky exclaimed, looking up with stained cheeks and reddened eyes, natural from her manifested form, “Why should I even care what happens to you all? You’re all just stupid video game characters inside my computer, so if that coppruted thing ever wants to come and destroy this body, then he can, cause I’ll just be put right back to my world and all of this will just be like a movie from me!”

“You don’t know that….” Ruv explained, hesitating to once again reach out towards the girl.

“So what if I don’t?!” Sky snapped back, “I don’t matter at the end of the day anyway, right? I mean, the only reason that Geovanni helped me is because of my manifest and if I give it to him, I could go home again and not even have to bother with almost getting killed and….and….”

Sky stopped, softly crying into her hoodie as Ruv simply sighed, sitting down next to the girl.

It was a lot more quiet out here…….he liked the quiet.

“You know, you could….” the man finally decided to break the silence, feeling Sky’s eyes on him without having to even look, “You could just run away and be safe, go back to your life where you’re just a normal school girl who gets picked on for liking something different than other people, someone who wants to be appreciated, as you watch our world go to hell while you stay behind, looking at us all perish before you.”

“W-What are you saying….?” Sky sniffled, lifting up her head.

“It’s like you said, we’re all video game characters in your eyes, right?” Ruv held a leaf before crushing it in his palm, his eyes narrowing in irritation, “Just little things you can play with and throw away when you’re done.”

“W-Well, yes, but-”

“And then, when everything is over, you return back to what you described as a horrible life where you’re always running away from your problems, because other people don’t care about you and the only other people who did were just stupid little video game characters in your game,” Ruv gave a soft laugh, “But only losers talk to fictional characters, right?”

“Hang on!” Sky grabbed the pieces of the leaf from Ruv’s palm, “I don’t want you all to die!”

“Then why are you still running away, after everything he and she gave you?!” Ruv slammed his fist against the wall, forming a small crater where it had landed, pieces of brick falling onto the ground, Sky looking on in a mixture of concern and fear before her eyes softened as she held onto her hoodie’s drawstring, “Sorry, sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m just-”

“It’s because I’m afraid….” Sky responded, her voice a little above a whisper.

“What?” Ruv’s eyes widened a small bit, the man looking down at the girl.

“I’m afraid,” she reiterated, “Afraid that I won’t be able to change my heart, my mind, no matter where I go or what I do to try and change myself, and when I finally get close to forgetting about my obsession, I think my parents called it OLD or something, forgetting about all the horrible things I’ve done, there’s always something that brings back those memories or moments that I just wish I could forget!”

“.....I’m sorry,” Ruv whispered, grabbing another leaf from the ground, this time fiddling it around his fingers, “You know, I once ran away too, from country to country, trying my best not to hurt people that didn’t deserve to get themselves hurt or worse, but my good deeds also became something of an obsession and that led to many good people dying whether I wanted them too or not.

That’s when I found Sarv and, while we didn’t get along in the beginning, our friendship became stronger than any I’d made throughout my journeys in other places of the world, and I thought that I was safe, that this was finally the place where I would get redeemed and forget all of my past mistakes…...but it wasn’t that simple.

Even here people wanted to hunt me down and capture me for all the things that I’d done and, in certain days, I wished that I had just turned myself in and made this whole mess easier on her, after everything she did for me.

Sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve her kindness or that I’ll ever gain forgiveness for what I’ve done, but until then, I have her just like you have Geovanni to show us how to be better people…...even when we feel undeserving of such a blessing in our lives.”

Sky was speechless, hearing Ruv speak this much, to her of all people, being something she did not expect, before the girl simply sighed, shaking her head with a small smile.

“You guys are too much…” she stood up, brushing off dust from the debris on her jeans, “I don’t feel like I have control on what’s going on around this world, let alone my own emotions, and knowing that some freaky dimension creature is the thing that’s been encouraging me to continue doing all those things I did not Boyfriend didn’t help me feel better about myself.”

“But….?” Ruv looked at the girl, his height making his sitting position match a slightly larger height than her’s.

“But, I guess I’ll try to believe in myself just a little more,” Sky looked up at the clouds above her, the small breeze of the evening hitting her cheeks, her shirt flowing in the wind as her hoodie anchored itself to her body, two distinct aspects of the girl that didn’t fly away from her, but instead kept her grounded and focused on a path that allowed her to do more harm than good in the world, love all people rather than one, “I’ve been in this world for seven months, a few before Boyfriend and Girlfriend had escaped from the Dearests, something beyond the normal game’s story, so what’s a few more gonna do?”

“Aтта девушка…. (Atta girl….)” Ruv slowly placed his hand on Sky’s head, causing the girl to simply giggle, placing her hand on his.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite!” she grinned before taking a deep breath, “Okay, I think I’m ready, let’s go back.”

“After you…” Ruv gave a playful bow as Sky happily skipped forward, humming a tune that he had heard once on the radio Sarv kept in their church, the man actually managing to give a genuine smile before following after the girl.

As the walked, in the glint of the sunlight which dappled through the tree branches, the man could’ve sworn he saw a touch of a golden hue on Sky’s hair.

“Hmm, strange….”

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the park, Geovanni walked along the jade metallic fencing covering the area, the fragrance of fresh daisies and roses within the bushes helping relax the tension the sorcerer was feeling, having convinced Sarv to allow him to leave the church and go in search of Ruv and Sky, having enough arcane and magical skills to fend off any malevolent or threatening obstacles they may have faced through their path.

The chatter of people walking nearby and the musical harmony of other groups of people in front of small speakers, ones that weren’t deceived or placed under the illusion to be the crystals that made up Girlfriend’s, the sound of pop and jazz music filling the air.

This city was truly something to behold, just like those brochures he had seen back in his old town in Michigan had said, the cadence of beauty that filled its streets being something to marvel at constantly, making it fairly disappointing that his own home had to be placed at a distance from the main sections of the cities, though having Sarv and Ruv share the same disappointing outlook in their homing situation made him feel a bit better about his own.

Geovanni shook his head, slapping his cheeks as he reminded himself that the purpose of coming out here was to search for Sky and Ruv, not awe at the sights in the main city park.

“Sky! Ruv!” he called out, inevitably receiving some stares from those around him, “Are you two here?!”

“Yo, did you just say Sky?” a boy called out from a group of four teenagers who were sitting on a bench next to the entrance to the park itself.

“Yes, have you seen-”

“Hey, isn’t that the crazy chick obsessed with Boyfriend?” one of the girl’s from the group questioned further.

“I heard she has a whole collection of that guy’s clothes in her house,” a gothic looking girl commented, “Must really stink there!”

“Hehehe, yeah, and she’s probably on her way to stalk on him right now with that criminal guy, Ruvy-what’s-his-name or whatever,” the last member, another boy, this one appearing to be a jock of sorts, added with a snicker, “Probably just another one of those whor-”

Suddenly the last teenager felt his shirt’s collar being pulled as his body was slammed against the back of the bench, causing cracks to form behind his back, or maybe it was his back, the boy looking up at Geovanni’s burning eyes, the magical circles from before having formed in place of his irises, though the sorcerer didn’t at all seem angry, but more so disappointed.

“My friend, I greatly recommend you choose your next words extremely carefully,” he warned with a delicate and almost observant manner, “Now, I am well aware that ignorance at times breeds stupidity out of idiotic trash such as yourselves, but you are all quite lucky my primary mission is to preserve all living life in this planet that birthed ungrateful welches such as yourselves who are blind enough to judge a person solely based upon their own actions without truly acknowledging who they are on the inside.”

With those final words, the sorcerer released his grip, the boy leaning forward once again as Geovanni made his way into the park, leaving behind a fairly stunned and fearful group of teenagers.

“That fuckin bastard’s crazy!” the boy cried out as the sorcerer continued striding along the set path of the park’s entrance.

“Mmm, perhaps I should burn their bodies inside out and find Myra so she may resurrect them once more, especially since I must locate her for a portal spell and her knowledge anyway,” Geovanni laughed to himself, “Or perhaps I should merely let Sky have her way with them, see if she learns to control her manifest in a productive manner, or maybe even…..”

Geovanni stopped walking, having now noticed that the chatter of voices around him had stopped, the entire world seeming to have delved into a dark silence as the sorcerer looked around, finding that there was indeed no one within the park’s boundaries, the groups of people, even those unholy teenagers, gone from his point of view as he began slowing his steps, taking some form of caution with every one that he had taken.

He looked up, finding that the blue sea of clear skies had become a bloodshot red with black clouds replacing the outlying ones that had once been there.

“What in the world…..?” Geovanni remarked before being interrupted by what appeared to be a gurgling sound coming from the fountain at the center of the park.

The sorcerer rushed towards it, afraid that someone could be drowning and needed his assistance, placing his hands on the edge of the fountain itself, looking down to find his own reflection staring back at him.

Only it wasn’t completely himself.

What stared back at Geovanni was a pile of flesh and snapped bone that was wearing his own clothes that tiled its head, almost as if curious as to why it had a new visitor or perhaps why its reflection was not as abnormal as itself.

“Well now, isn’t this interesting….?” a deep and slow voice called out from the reflection which, using the broken bones sticking from its flesh, brought and melded them together to form rudimentary teeth which grinned back at him with a cunning and amused smile.

“Goodness!” Geovanni backed away from the fountain, about to turn around before a rubble trembled underneath his feet as he could feel his balance loosening, the sorcerer falling to the ground as he turned back around to witness a scene that he had not wanted to see nor experience being a part of.

The marble bricks of the fountain began to crack as a black liquid seemed through it, eventually breaking past the layer of rock as a wave of inky water washed upon the ground, quickly gelatinizing into some tar goo that began to form tendrils, arms, legs, teeth of broken flesh, bones, and a red crystal of sorts, as well as hundreds of heads, all of which had a centered eyes that continuously bled what he presumed was blood.

The stench of iron, rotten flesh, and moss filled the air with a tinge of…...lemon?

He looked around as the flowers that surrounded the park had wilted into piles of nothing but ash, what seemed to be the remnants of the city in the background burning as the screams of children and adults alike filled the void around him, causing the sorcerer to place his hands above his ears, but the sounds persisted even then.

“Come now, isn’t it rude to ignore the pleasant melody of DEATH?” the voice mocked his justifiable cowardness.

As Geovanni continued looking at the cesspool of an amalgamation of abominations within his set point of view, it clicked in his mind what it was that had been standing in front of him.

This…...was the Corrupta Nigrum.

“No, no, you cannot be real, it still couldn’t have come out this early!” the sorcerer called out towards the unembodied voice around him.

“Oh, but it is too real, magic user,” the voice laughed, “Can’t you hear the screams of burning children? The bubbling of skin on top of the mouths of hungry birds?”

“You disgusting little-”

Bzzt!

Geovanni looked down at his pocket taking out his phone, the cross which represented Sarv’s icon pictured on screen.

“Sarvente…” Geovanni gasped before readying to answer the call before his phone began bubbling, menting into a black liquid that immediately sank and joined with the rest of the pile, “W-What?”

“Upupup, being on a phone call while someone is talking to you is rude you know?” the voice said, “I mean, feed into despair and look upon the destruction of your precious little world!”

“Wait, you’re….” Geovanni stopped for a moment, “You’re desperate to scare me, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me….?” the voice responded.

“Which means that this, all of this, is an illusion!” Geovanni pressed his thumb down on the empty space where the phone once stood, a beeping sound being heard as a shimmering wave revealed that the phone was still in his hand the entire time, the sorcerer bringin it up to his ear, “Sarvente, what’s going on?”

“Geovanni, there's a Blacyx at the park currently, and I thought it might be where Sky, but now there’s two markers of them around that area-”

“No, it isn’t her, this is something completely different,” Geovanni responded.

“NO, NO, STOP TALKING TO THAT DEMON, PAY ATTENTION TO ME!” the voice commanded, the world around the sorcerer rumbling even more furiously, “CAN YOU NOT SEE THE CITY IS BURNING AND PEOPLE ARE DYING?! THEIR SKIN WILL BE EATEN BY THE MONSTERS INSIDE THE SHADOWS!”

“The only monster I see here is you…...Lemon Monster,” Geovanni turned around and, as he had expected, there he stood.

A tall and slim creature far above his own height, leaned over in a threatening position, long sharp claws for fingers, a black body that almost seemed to move in a way akin to static, a lemon shaped head, bulbous eyes, and a grin of sharp bloody teeth, the teeth themselves so disorganized that through the gap of them he swore the eyes of someone else stared back.

“Lemon what?” Sarv said from the other side before Geovanni closed the phone, cancelling the call.

“Clever boy….” the creature, who indeed was the infamous Lemon Monster, responded with a slow clap, laughing softly and slowly, “I didn’t even need to rap battle you and you’ve already seen through my alteration.”

“I’m quite perceptive, but I must say, your tricks are quite realistic,” Geovanni crossed his arms, “In all honesty, I was planning on looking for you, although I didn’t quite know where to find you exactly.”

“That was the point of me hiding, no?” Lemon Monster began walking around Geovanni, the sorcerer's eyes peeled on him, “I saw what you did to those kids and such a strong individual like yourself felt like a tasty morsel to have, especially after those kids had already been eaten alive a few minutes ago.”

“T-They what?!” Geovanni took a step back.

“Oh yes, they were quite the delectable,” the creature once again laughed, “Although I knew you were different, having that magical barrier around your body, so I decided to alter your perception so that you could perhaps die of shock or something along those lines, and then I could have you all to myself.”

“You horrendous fiend!” Geovanni exclaimed, reaching his hands forward as magical circles formed around the tips of his fingers, the sorcerer extended them towards the monster as beams of light escaped from them, the creatures slinking to the side as the beams exploding across from them before heading straight towards the sorcerer, “I will not allow you to harm anyone else!”

“Oh, but poor and hungry me will have to disagree!” Lemon Monster grinned before slicing at Geovanni, the monster’s claw hitting the barir as it neared the sorcerer's skin, “Why don’t I remove your skin and we can make this quick, hmm?”

“In your wildest nightmares!” Geovanni exclaimed before blasting his beams at the creature who dodged them once again.

“Mmm, but I just can't wait to have you for a feast!”

“Guh! Stand still!” another blast came forth, hitting the now frozen projection of the Corrupta Nigrum.

“Hehehe, unfortunately, that will not be the case…”

“Argh, dearest father, I hate you!” Geovanni extended his arms to the side, multiple large circles appearing at his command before a barrage of yellow crystals shot from them, the creature slinking through the gaps in between like it was all a game, because in his mind, it was.

“Do you not get it Geovanni?!” Lemon Monster yelled, his voice echoing the park, no, the world, “I am no man, but a monster, and I will be the one to bring your quest for salvation to an end for I am your doo-ARGHHH!”

Lemon Monster looked down at his chest, two blackened claws passing through his chest, blood spilling onto the floor before becoming black, as the creature rotated his head to look at his assailant which had surprisingly been Sarvente within her demonic form, the nun gritting her teeth with fury before pulling the creature apart, ripping his body in half as the monster fell to the ground, his body pieces squirming before lifting themselves up, beginning to rebuild the body.

Geovanni immediately conjured up a magical circle before beginning to circulate his hand, manipulating the remains of the creature as they slithered tightly into a ball of death and chaotic birth at the center of his circle.

The world around the two shimmered and waved for a second before gradually melting away like mud, this whole illusion almost seeming to be a part of the monster himself, and Geovanni looked around to find what had occurred.

Multiple parts of the park had gaping holes and craters on the floor, everyone around the sorcerer backing away as they huddled their loved ones close, fearful expressions on their faces.

“W-What did….?’ Geovanni looked towards Sarv who herself was also mildly damaged, her right side of her abdomen hit with an orange glow that he had immediately recognized as his own magic, the bruise deep inside her to the point he could almost see her muscle, “O-Oh my lord, Sarvente you’re-”

“Yes, and you are lucky no one else was in the process either,” the nun grabbed the man’s body before bursting into the air with him, Geovanni keeping his spell active to contain Lemon Monster, “I should be fine, but let’s find Sky and Ruv for now, alright.”

“But you’re-”

“I said I’m fine…” Sarv reiterated before flying towards the church's direction, “It wasn’t your fault, it was that fiend’s, but you shouldn’t have hung up on me like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I thought I could handle him,” Geovanni looked down as they neared a building that was close to the church’s location, though not directly towards it, “You’re much stronger than I was…...and smarter as well.”

“You flatter me, but do not think so little of yourself,” Sarv closed in on the church, “You saw through that monster’s illusion.”

“Yes, but I still haven’t got a clue as to what his presence meant, nor why he had targeted me specifically, but at least we have one creature to contain, huh?” Geovanni looked at the ball of black ink with a smile of relief and a small amount of pride that was immediately overshadowed with guilt at what had happened, “I hope I didn’t seriously hurt the citizens.”

“No, they are fine, and the authorities will take care of the destruction, although we might need to be more covert and limit our time outside our homes for a while,” Sarv suggested.

“I suppose so….” Geovanni looked back towards the park, sighing in disappointment towards himself.

How could he allow such a tragedy to occur?

That fruit headed monster is truly something to be reckoned with, and now he would have to contain it?

This day could not be in the line to become any worse…….could it?

- End Of Part 5 -

Friday Night Funkin’ is an open-source donationware rhythm game developed by Cameron “ninjamuffin99” Taylor, David “PhantomArcade” Brown, Isaac “kawaisprite” Garcia, and evilsk8r.

Mid-Fight Masses is a Friday Night Funkin’ Game Mod by Dokki.doodlez and all respective characters associated with it are also owned by said creator.

Sky was a mod made by bbpanzu and character inspired by bfswifeforever.

#friday night funkin #original story #Corrupta Nigrum

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