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Whitty visibly shrunk when he saw it, blinking owlishly at the massive structure. And then Updike gave him another reason not to cross them. As if he needed it.. “O-oh-” He felt a little.. ok a lot self-conscious about going into such a fancy place when he was so… him. He stepped inside as if the house was going to hurt him, trying not to track any dirt in. He.. wasn’t very successful. “I-it’s, um, v-very, uh..” He glanced around at the place. “fancy?” God he hoped that was the right word-

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

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He appreciated the comfort, but he really did need to. All the time. It was… one of the only things that’s kept him alive? Well, that and running.. He would keep groveling, just to be safe.“O- o-ok-!” He scurried after them, surprisingly quiet for someone his size.

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He nodded frantically. “Y-yes! Yes! Very much not-an-enemy! No threat here!” It seemed he was being genuine, given that he had done literally nothing and was… still shaking like a leaf (albeit a bit less than earlier).

He was, actually, quite grateful that they butted in. He didn’t think he would’ve been able to finish his sentence otherwise… “c-could- could we, um- g-go now?” He was actually genuinely excited, even though he was still scared. Maybe it would be nice? M-maybe.. they could be friends?

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

“I’m.. n-not one of your enemies?” Wh… he was not used to this. And, they…? He perked up a tiny bit. “I- I do?” There was… another bombhead? And they weren’t small and terrifying? “C-can- can I m-me-m-” He was… still very scared. And nervous. He stuttered when he was nervous…

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He calmed down eeever so slightly. “Y-you don’t?” Oh he looks like a giant puppy…. A giant, very sad puppy. Who has recently been kicked. Were- were they not.. going to…?

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He jumped almost a foot in the air and yelped, skittering backwards. He recognized that voice, even if it was… deeper than usual. “I- I- I-” He stuttered, a wild, terrified look in his eyes. His eyes darted around, landing on Updike, and he froze.

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Whitty pressed closer to her, the bleeding slowing down.

He didn’t have any weapons that she could see, though he might have some hidden somewhere. What she could see were scratches and bruises, presumably from running after so many anomalies. There were a few larger injuries on him as well, though they seemed to be almost completely healed. He had a lot of scars though, some of them larger or from things more serious than the injuries he currently had. “Well no one else is doing it.” He narrowed his eyes. “f-fine.” He was aggressive, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew he would lose if he tried to fight them now. He’d just have to come back later, when that idiot wasn’t being protected by someone so strong.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Updike’s eyes widened as the gun was knocked away, a small spike of fear shooting through him. He scowled and pushed it away, but before he could do anything he was chained. Fuck. FUCK- He struggled, trying to escape the chains, but they didn’t budge. Their breathing hitched and the struggling increased. “Ghh-!” He froze as she started shouting, his pupils growing smaller.

Whitty trembled, hiding his face and staying as close to Euclid as possible. “I’ll be f-fi-ine, I’ve got he-healing” He tried to reassure her a bit, but he wasn’t sure how good of a job he did…

Updike stared at Lucy, his eyes twitching around whenever she moved. “I’m trying to do my job.” He snapped, though with much less venom than expected. His voice sounded almost a tad unsure, as if he was… scared?

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

(3’10 kid and 5’2 adult meet 4’2 cloud.)

Momi groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Garcello, just tell me where the anomaly is.”

“No, I will not. I love dad.”

“Even for candy?”

“No-”

She grabbed Mcdonald chicken nuggets. “Even for these.”

Garcello paused, looking at the nuggies. “Uuhhh... Ooo who’s that? Fluffy!”

Momi turned to see the puffball. “Who are you? And why do you have a gun?”

@swappin-on-a-sunday-night

Updike was just minding his own business when he was accosted by some random civilians. He huffed at them. “Why do you care? I have a job to do, I don’t have time for questions like this.” He didn’t actually have anything to do right now, but he wasn’t about to tell them that.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

"Of course we can be friends!"

*Lucy may be sitting on his shoulder now- Euclid's ear twitched. was there... no, there wasn't, right? she looked around, just to be sure.*

He beamed at them, looking extremely excited. “R-really?!” He had friends! FRIENDS!! He- he hadn’t had friends before, what did he do? Should he do anything specific? How should he act? Should- should he just keep doing what he already was? They said he was ‘friend-shaped’, did that mean he was already doing good?

A shot rang out and Whitty yelped, blood seeping through his clothes. He had been shot in the leg. He fell to the ground, looking completely panicked. “NONONONONONO-” He grabbed Euclid’s leg, curling up and trembling. He was absolutely terrified, crying and whimpering in fear. There was another shot fired and he sobbed, curling up even further.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Tempest sighed and sat down at his desk. So many anomalies, so little time. He barely had any for himself nowadays, what with the influx from that… event a few months ago. He had been feeling off since, as if something was about to happen. It had been getting worse over time, and he was almost unable to ignore it at this point. What was the origin of this feeling? How dangerous was it? He couldn’t find out, but he could prepare. Hopefully it was enough…

Muse Info

Tempest (Updike)

Age: 32

Race: Human

Height: 5’11

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Bi Ace

Description: He wears a light grey suit with a dark grey, slightly bluish tie and a white undershirt, mid grey pants, and light grey shoes with even lighter tips. He has on gloves that are the same color as his tie.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

“O-oh! That’s- that’s nice- I- thank you-” He was blushing ever so slightly. He wasn’t used to compliments, most people either ignored or hated him. He didn’t really have any friends. “Does- does that mean… we can be friends?” He asked, a hopeful tilt to his voice.

The noise was getting ever so slightly closer at an almost imperceptibly slow rate.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

((If you insist~ /th

He just cubdle. Squimsh boy. “What… does that mean?? Is- is it a good thing-” Was it a compliment? Her tone suggested that, but he just- he wanted to be sure-

There was an extremely small noise of slight shuffling nearby. Nothing loud or regular enough to be anything to pay attention to though. Yet.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He hummed softly, leaning on Euclid and nuzzling into the hug ever so slightly.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He tensed ever so slightly at first, but it quickly left. He was almost completely sure they didn’t gain anything from hurting him at this point, so he just had to not make them mad and stay out of their way and he would be fine. He smiled a little, leaning into the pats.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*She muttered small affirmations whenever he made a noise of discomfort, clearly worried. Lucy sighed worriedly at his answer. She figured as much. Euclid gave the lad headpats-*

"...Hey, he's not here right now, and we're not gonna let 'm hurt ya if he tries anything."

*Lucy nodded, finally cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds, putting a hand on his shoulder.*

"That should be all of them. You can put on your hoodie again-"

He sniffed, leaning into Euclid and burying his face in her shirt. “o-ok.” They- they would protect him? Really? They weren’t lying? They had to be strong if they were even offering, maybe they could actually fight Updike?

He nodded, pulling it back over his head. “Th-thanks.” He mumbled, giving them a shy smile. These people were… nice. So, so nice. He… he wasn’t used to people this nice.

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

MY LEGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

-The Anon That Punt Updike

“h-HAH! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET MOTHERFUCKER!” His usual confidence had returned. He stood up, leaning a small bit on his uninjured leg.