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hikariyuushiart · 24 days ago

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Machete Part 2

Sweaty. Bruised. Bloody.

The Elevator Girl and Mr. Machete had been trading blows, be it with weapon or with fists, for at least half an hour, and now both were finally collapsing to the floor of the walkway between doors. It was probably hazardous to do so in a space that seemed to float between dark chasms, where even the ceiling seemed to either be non-existent or so high one couldn't see it. The non-euclidean nature of this world never ceased to amaze the Elevator Girl, not that she could think on it.

As she panted, seated with her right arm resting on her knees, her red eyes glanced up to look over at the bandaged brute, wondering if he was finally feeling tuckered out as well.

'Are you done now? Did you both get it out of your system?' The voice of the Elevator Girl had now become the inner one while the Raincoat Killer had taken control for the duration of the fight. Her more bloodthirsty other chuckled breathlessly in response.

"Yeah... I guess there's not much left to do. Still... Are there really no good challenges for him here? No one else to fight him?" she murmured.

'He ran from Mr. Hugeface. I think the only reason he wants to fight us is because we don't look intimidating, but are still willing to fight,' the Elevator Girl noted in a deadpan tone.

The Raincoat Killer scoffed, smirking. "Right... keep forgetting that when it comes down to it, this guy's an absolute coward." Without another word, the red eyes shifted to a light blue, giving the Elevator Girl control of her body once more.

"Ugh... I'm aching all over... wait..." As Mr. Machete was getting to his feet, the Elevator Girl's eyes widened as she looked over at herself in shock. While her wounds were healed, her clothes were absolutely torn to shreds and splattered in blood.

"Ugh, seriously?! I can't keep making deliveries like this! Not to mention, I still need to find Mr. Crawling or Mr. Hood... they're the only ones I can trust to guide me safely..."

'You know that's not true~', teased the voice of the Raincoat Killer, who was quickly dismissed and ignored.

The mention of 'Mr. Crawling' and 'Mr. Hood' seemed to pique Mr. Machete's interest. The Elevator Girl had spoken those names enough times that Mr. Machete was able to gather that she was talking about others she knew here.

"Friendly they name? You seek they?" he asked, turning to approach her with his heavy footfalls, machete sharpening against the concrete as he dragged it.

"H-huh?" The Elevator Girl adjusted her cap, slowly pushing herself up off the ground before grabbing the handle of her nearby red wagon with her left hand.

"Y-yeah... Lots of time pass. Should leave. Um... thank you, fight fun. Well, not for me, really, but... you get it, right? Um..." She rubbed her arm nervously, glancing back at the direction she came. She wasn't looking forward to traversing this place alone, but it was better than staying here.

"Fun see you again. I want you healthy lots of time." It was the closest approximation she could think of for a 'well wishes' sort of saying.

But just as she turned around along with her wagon, she let out a gasp as she felt his large, calloused hand practically envelope her right arm. She glanced back up at his face, seeing his mouth curl downward into a somewhat offended looking frown.

"You want they follow you? Not me? You leave me?" he growled, tightening his grip slightly, which made her flinch.

What was going on with him? He never expressed interest in following her around on her deliveries. Her fear slowly faded into curiosity and confusion as her brow furrowed up at him in return.

"I... not know you want 'go together'," she admitted, to which he immediately looked away with a scoff, as if trying to deflect any possible 'soft' accusations. She couldn't help but smile a little. "You... want go with me?"

"...." A soft, grunt-like exhale escaped his throat, slowly letting go of her arm to start walking ahead of her. He even held the door open for her as he looked behind him. "You slow. Move fast."

She scoffed before giggling to herself, quickly following after he'd essentially told her to 'hurry up'. Maybe he really was the 'tsundere' type. Either way, she now had a new travelling partner. He was no Mr. Hood or Mr. Crawling, but his presence was still a welcome one when it came to traversing the unforgiving halls of the Ghost Apartments.

#homicipher oc #homicipher mr machete #homicipher #drabble #homicipher au

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hikariyuushiart · 27 days ago

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I was a little self-indulgent and made these for the four hosts of the Snap Dragon Club ^_^

#sanctus: snap dragon club #piro #mack #acasi #vakshi #snap dragon club: the grand opening #heart locket gif

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hikariyuushiart · 27 days ago

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Silvair Part 2

The Elevator Girl had just woken up from a short nap to see that Mr. Silvair was seated at one end of a fold-up table she'd brought in recently. At the other end of the table was another chair, as well as a somewhat tall apparatus that looked like a very tall and large egg-holder. But instead of an egg at the top, it was Mr. Chopped, puffing his cheeks and furrowing his brow.

"... Two, one-gone. Move two, one-one," Mr. Chopped instructed the silver-haired researcher, who helpfully moved his white pawn one space forward before leaning back into his chair to ponder.

B4 to B5.

She'd seen the two play chess before. Mr. Silvair took to the game very well. And with Mr. Chopped often staying at his place, Mr. Silvair had managed to convince Mr. Chopped to learn the game with him so that the two could always play together. It gave Mr. Chopped something to do other than sleeping or waiting for someone to take him to see the Hairdresser. It gave Mr. Silvair some much needed reprieve from being stuck in his research all day and night.

But oddly enough, it also taught the Elevator Girl how their number system worked.

It didn't seem like their letter system was a one-to-one with how Roman letters worked in her language, so they substituted those letters for more numbers. It suited them for the purposes of marking where pieces were, since they all went in one direction anyhow.

And while 'one-gone' sounded like it would be '1-0', she found that it actually represented the number '4'. Same with '1-1' being '5'. From there, she was able to figure out how to say even bigger numbers than that, as they all followed a similar pattern. This also helped to give a little more context as to why Mr. Silvair labeled his blood tests the way they did.

She would watch the two go back and forth, Mr. Silvair making his moves while moving Mr. Chopped's pieces as he dictated. But, as predicted, Mr. Silvair cornered the head into a checkmate, leaving Mr. Chopped to whine.

"Bad! Bad! Not fun! I not have fun!" the severed head whined as Mr. Silvair chuckled while putting the pieces back in their rightful places on the board.

"You learn. You lots of mind. Play lots, learn lots, use correct move," he gently reassured the other.

The Elevator Girl let out a soft giggle upon realizing that he basically told Mr. Chopped that he'd learn what the best moves to make would be in time. It was adorable how the two were bonding over the game, even if Mr. Chopped seemed to be losing just about every time.

Just as she'd finish giggling, she noticed Mr. Silvair glancing over in her direction with a small smile as he was picking up Mr. Chopped from his makeshift stand.

"You! You awake! Rest good?" Mr. Chopped asked, seeming to be in slightly better spirits now that he had someone else to talk to.

The Elevator Girl nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I did. Thank you. I... guess I should be going now though. I still need to find my way back to the Elevator." She glanced around, furrowing her brow slightly before looking towards the two.

"Where long-hair-they? Where cloth-cover-they?" It was a primitive way of denoting 'Mr. Crawling' or 'Mr. Hood'. But those two came around often enough that Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair would know who the Elevator Girl was talking about.

Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped looked between each other with a somewhat concerned expression before looking back over at her.

"Not know. Cloth-cover-they leave lots of time. Long-hair-they... not know," Mr. Chopped spoke softly.

The Elevator Girl groaned as she hugged her knees on the bed, her shoes still on the floor beside the bed. Mr. Hood had been the one to leave her in the care of Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped. She assumed that Mr. Hood would've been back by now, or that Mr. Crawling would've found his way back to Mr. Silvair's home.

Where were they?

"Possible big shaking stop them," Mr. Silvair mused, his free hand holding his chin in thought.

"Huh? Big shaking? I rest?!" A look of shock came over her face. She'd felt the walls and ground shake whenever the labyrinthine walls of the Ghost Apartments moved and switched things up. Did she really get so used to it that she actually slept through it this time?

"You rest, you lots of noise," Mr. Chopped snickered, insinuating that she'd been snoring too loud to notice.

Her face went completely red as she puffed her own cheeks indignantly back at him.

"You wrong! I not rest lots of noise!" she insisted, which only made Mr. Chopped laugh that much harder. She sighed, managing a small smile. She couldn't help it. She knew Mr. Chopped's condition meant that he had to rely on everyone around him. She couldn't blame him for trying to get his kicks where he could.

But, all of a sudden, she felt a pain spreading through her arms, making her double over and look down with a gasp. The blemishes and rashes were returning. It was a surefire sign she'd been in this other world for far too long. From past experiences, her and Mr. Silvair gauged that it took roughly a few hours before the 'hostile', as Mr. Silvair called it, started to appear on her body. She'd seen bits of it during her time here. But now that it had been probably several hours or more since she initially came down here, the 'hostile' spread about halfway up both her arms.

Fear started to creep into her face as she looked up between Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair. It had only ever gotten as bad as her shoulders once. At that point she would've had headaches, felt dizzy, would feel a stronger need to kill anything that was in front of her. It was a horrible experience to get rid of it, with Mr. Silvair pinning her to the ground with a foot, and her arms suddenly gone. Sure, over time, they would return with a little bit of vague scarring at the shoulders, but it was enough for her to not want to be stuck for too long down here again.

She feared he'd need to dismember her again.

Her heart sunk as she watched Mr. Silvair quickly put Mr. Chopped down on the table just in front of the chess board. Even Mr. Chopped looked worried, which didn't help ease any of her concerns. She watched as he rushed back into his office. She could hear the sounds of drawers opening, and the sound of clinking metal. Her brow furrowed slightly. It didn't sound like he was picking up his own heavy axe. What was he getting...?

She blinked and furrowed her brow in confusion as she saw him return swiftly, tarnished coat billowing a bit behind him as he brought out a syringe filled with what appeared to be blood. He was quick to hold her right arm first.

"Not move," he insisted, softly yet sternly.

Without thinking, she averted her gaze, but otherwise didn't move even as she felt not just one, but two jabs, one in each arm. Once she heard the sound him tearing open adhesive bandages, she blinked as she slowly gazed down where he pricked and injected her with something. She watched silently as Mr. Silvair seemed to staring at her arms with a mix of curiosity, fascination, and worry. It was as if he wasn't even sure if what he did would even work.

Moments passed. But slowly, she started to see the results of the injections, her eyes widening as Mr. Silvair's own smile spread a little further, a bit of triumph on his face.

"Correct. Small amount recover. I help. You recover," he exhaled, gently taking hold of both of her hands and squeezing them.

"Eh... thank you, but... what you put?"

He smiled softly, still keeping a light hold on her hands as he looked up at her from his bent knees.

"Healthy blood. Bad blood disappear small amount. Lots of time here, not unsafe."

She mulled over her words before she could hear the voice of the Raincoat Killer pipe up.

'So basically, he can reset the time on the 'hostile' spread for a little longer, so long as he has healthy blood samples. Sounds like we need to prioritize visiting him first when we make these deliveries so he can always have a stock of our healthy blood on-hand to help us. But that also means we can't restock it now. We're obviously tainted.'

The Elevator Girl slowly nodded her head in understanding, a weak smile spreading across her face. "Thank you."

Mr. Silvair smiled in return, slowly standing just as there was a knock at the door.

"You? I found you! You awake? You me leave together?" came a familiar voice from beyond the door which made the Elevator Girl immediately slide her feet back into her shoes with a grin. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she'd be home, safe and sound.

"Mr. Crawling!!"

#homicipher mr chopped #homicipher oc #homicipher mr silvair #drabble #homicipher

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hikariyuushiart · 30 days ago

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Hood Part 2

Of course, things were never as easy as they could've been when it came to delivering goods to the Residents of the Ghost Apartments. As safe as Mr. Scarletella and Mr. Hood attempted to make it for the Elevator Girl, there were always hazards that would need to be avoided.

Hostile monsters, murderous rooms, and sometimes straight-up death traps.

This time, as they passed through a hallway into a new room, Mr. Hood and the Elevator Girl would come across one that seemingly had no ceiling, leading up to the endless dark sky above. Peering down from that sky was the eye-less visage of Mr. Hugeface.

As usual, his childish chuckle alerted them both. Mr. Hood quickly stretched out an arm to keep the Elevator Girl behind him. She was still holding the handle of her full red wagon in her right hand, and wielding a crowbar in her left. This was the upteenth time they'd run into him, but she still gasped when she recognized him.

"Oh, come on, not you again!" she huffed, only to yelp when a giant hand seemed to appear out of nowhere. It wasn't even attached to an arm. She wasn't even sure if Mr. Hugeface even had a body. But before she could react, Mr. Hood immediately got between her and the hand, his axe slicing through the palm while his hood stared up at their giant assailant.

"Leave!" he ordered her, hands gripping to his weapon tightly.

The Elevator Girl was quick to nod, yelping when another giant hand phased through the wall to try and catch her. Yet just as she was about to swing her crowbar, Mr. Hood swung his axe, splattering a bit of Mr. Hugeface's blood on her front before quickly getting out of her way.

This would happen a few more times before she'd get past the doorway, glancing back to see that Mr. Hugeface managed to grab Mr. Hood, his arm pinned with his axe. Her eyes widened as she let go of the handle of the wagon to grip her crowbar with both hands, rushing back in just as Mr. Hood held out his free shadowy hand towards her.

"Stop! Leave!" he yelled much more forcefully. It was probably the loudest she'd ever heard him speak. But she just couldn't leave him to be lifted off to who knows where.

Was the hand too far away? It didn't matter. She had to believe that she could reach it. She HAD to.

And just when she jumped, she barely managed to latch onto the top of the hand, smacking it repeatedly with her crowbar.

"Let. Go. Of. Him. You. Over. Grown. Freak!!" she screamed, eyes a blood red as she practically tried stabbing down into the finger to break his bone.

That final stab was enough to force his hand open, making her lose her footing as both she and Mr. Hood were sent tumbling back down towards the floor. But before she could meet the floor, her vision was quickly covered by a heavy cloak. She'd rolled and tumbled while inside Mr. Hood's cloak, feeling herself being wrapped in something warm, slimy, squishy, followed by several pained groans.

Wait, did she just land on all his inner organs? Was he in pain?

She didn't have much time to consider the possibility, as she was forced to roll with him through the doorway before Mr. Hood used a free foot to kick the door closed behind them. It was hard to understand why that would stop Mr. Hugeface, but he always seemed to stop once they left the room he showed up in.

Only after the door was closed did the Elevator Girl feel Mr. Hood's limbs go limp, his axe clanging to the floor. She gasped, red eyes quickly going blue as she hurriedly scrambled to get out of his cloak and get a proper look at him. In the dim lighting, it was hard to discern what the insides of his cloak looked like, but Mr. Hood was already starting to lift himself up to a seated position. His cloak slowly closed around his arms as his back rested against the door.

The Elevator Girl was seated on the floor not too far ahead of him, a worried look in her eyes. He was still making lightly pained grunts, and something that sounded like shallow breathing from beneath his hood. Slowly, she crawled a little closer, trying to look into the darkness of his hood.

"...Mr. Hood--"

"Why. You. Not. Leave?" he asked, his booming voice making her shoulders shudder a bit. 'Intimidating' wasn't the right word for it. 'Disappointed' seemed much more appropriate.

The Elevator Girl's face betrayed how hurt and confused she felt, her brow furrowing at his question.

" 'Why'? Why should I have? They pick up you! You in distress! I help!"

"I not want you to help!" he insisted, followed by a quiet pained grunt as he curled a bit into himself.

"WHY?! You help me, lots of time help me!"

He went quiet at that, his hood looking away. He slowly reached a shadowy hand out from his cloak to drag his axe a little closer to himself. His breathing slowed until he let out a slow, quiet exhale. His hood lowered slightly, as if he was gazing at the floor.

"... I one. Someone else not help me. Lots of time pass. I in distress. Someone else help. They... not recover. I not say 'help me' again. Not... again..."

The limitations of the language always showed themselves whenever something as nuanced as an explanation was being given. But just like any other language, there was tone, context, and body language that added more body to the words than just the words alone could convey.

And because of her experience around these people that she considered her friends, the Elevator Girl felt she'd gotten an even deeper understanding of his words.

"You're... scared of people getting hurt because of you? Scared you not help them?" she asked softly, scooting a bit closer to Mr. Hood's side. She wasn't too concerned for any physical injuries he might have. As painful and unpleasant as it was, she knew he'd eventually recover. She watched him keep his gaze averted, her hand gently coming up to rest on his shoulder.

"I... I understand the feeling, Mr. Hood. I see. I scared I not help you. Scared I not help friendly they. You not weak. I not weak. Together, you I help friendly they," she assured him gently, rubbing what felt like his shoulder. And yet, she knew the inside of his cloak was absolutely hollow. Whatever made it feel like she was touching his shoulder, it was probably something solid against the cloak itself, and no actual shoulder to be found.

She watched as he slowly gazed back at her. She could feel his gaze from beyond the empty blackness inside his hood looking at her, regarding her face. Slowly he gently reached out with his left hand, holding her cheek, which started to give off a gentle warmth in his palm.

" ... you correct. Together, you I not weak. Together, you I help friendly other. Thank you. You..." He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to find the correct words to describe what he wanted to say.

"You learn lots. You change. I... happy. Grateful you friendly. Grateful lots of time together teach you."

Her light blue eyes were wide as she mulled over his soft baritone words.

He thinks I've grown since I first came here? Is he maybe... proud of me?

He seemed to hold her cheek in consideration for a decent amount of time, almost hesitant, like he didn't know what to do now. So, awkwardly, his fingers would slide away. But upon leaving her face, she was quick to gently hold his hand, still looking up into his hood. She had no reasoning for that; it was just a light impulse, and she found her face turning a bit more pink as she glanced down.

"U-um... Thank you, I happy you happy. Grateful you teach me. I possible... teach you again? You want I teach you?" she offered.

His hood tilted for a moment before he gave her a light nod. "Understood."

With that, he opened up his cloak, gently pulling her closer until the left side of his cloak was partially around her. His right hand was gently placed on her waist as she sat next to him while he pointed out his axe.

"Your language, what object name?"

She chuckled softly, quickly realizing that he was going back into his student/teacher mode. They would use this downtime while he recovered to continue teaching him more words in her language.

Axe. Crowbar. Wagon. Cloak. Shirt. Hat.

Just the concept of having so many different names in the Elevator Girl's language was enough to make Mr. Hood be both fascinated and slightly intimidated by what he had just begun to learn.

Still, he would not back down. If the Elevator Girl took the time to learn their language, the least he could do was to try and respect her by learning a little bit of hers.

She deserved that much, after all.

#drabble #homicipher mr hood #homicipher oc #homicipher #homicipher mr hugeface

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hikariyuushiart · 1 month ago

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Thank yooou!

For those who don't know, this is basically what my YouTube avatar looks like. XD They've got lore and everything.

CONGRATS ON 100 VIDEOS, HIKARI!

#other's art #so cute!#And I have a celebratory boba irl as well lol #youtubesona

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hikariyuushiart · 1 month ago

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Elevator Girl's Daily Life (AU!MC)

(I'm gonna say small content warning for murder ideation, but no actual bloodshed.)

The forecast said it would be various shades of cloudy all week. Cloudy, but no rain. No rain meant that she had no deliveries to make. About 30% of the time, the Elevator Girl learned that the televised weather forecast was wrong about when it would rain. She always had a sixth sense about it, ever since she was a little girl. It was considered a neat party trick her friends and family knew about back then.

But now, it was a necessity if she wanted to continue living her current lifestyle.

This morning was the same as every other weekday: wake up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, get dressed, then rush to the bus stop and hope to God that it didn't come early so that she could make it to work on time.

Her shift at one of ConGO! E-Shop's many fulfillment warehouses started at 9 AM. The days would drag on like many workdays tended to.

That didn't mean that there weren't plenty of perks to the job outside of pay. She was always met with endless aisles and aisles of various items reminded her so much of the Ghost Apartments. Everyone being so busy with their own tasks meant that, for the most part, she'd be left alone to go at her own pace. She'd often glance around at items between tasks, taking note of what was in stock so she could order them later. Luckily, no one tried snooping into her life.

Well, no one except Ted.

Ted was a new employee, and far too chipper. It was obvious he was trying to be best buddies with as many people as he could in order to have the favor of other employees when he managed to climb the corporate ladder. How he planned to go from 'shipment fulfillment' to 'CEO' was anyone's guess. But one thing's for sure: he annoyed the Elevator Girl consistently.

In the midst of stopping to grab another delivery item on the list, she spotted some knee pads up on a higher shelf. She was wondering if Mr. Crawling might like them when she heard the familiar annoying voice.

"Hey, there you are! [][][][], right?"

She flinched at the mention of her name, glancing this way and that with narrowed eyes as if she was scared Scarletella might appear from somewhere. Of course he wouldn't; it was only partly cloudy outside. With an aggravated sigh, she gripped onto the handle of the trolley that was in front of her.

"Please, just... call me E, alright?"

"Huh? Oh, I didn't know you had a nickname. Alright, my bad, E. Um... any particular reason you're called that?" he asked, making her lower eyelid twitch.

"It's none of your business, Ted. And I'm kinda busy," she insisted, already starting to push her trolley. Unfortunately, he was following right beside her with his own.

"Oh hey, you heading down the electronics section? Me too! Might as well chat since we're headed the same way, yeah? Kinda tough to talk when everyone's always just 'go, go, go', am I right?" he laughed.

"I actually prefer working quietly. Helps me concentrate on my work," she huffed.

"Oh, yeah right. No worries, I can be quiet. Hey, I heard you're from Japan, right? Is that how the work culture is over there?"

"I've never worked in Japan, so I wouldn't know."

"Aw, man, I see. You know, I always wanted to go take a vacation there. Maybe you can come with? It'd be a great learning experience for both of us!"

Their conversations would go on and on like this. No matter how many times she tried to be polite yet short in her responses, Ted would not take the hint. Eventually, in her head, she could hear a light voice that she'd been trying to drown out.

We're passing by the kitchen cutlery. It would just take one stab. Do it. Make him stop talking.

Great, now she had TWO voices she wanted to desperately silence. By the time they were halfway to the electronics section, she couldn't take it anymore, eyes shutting tight.

Ted blinked, seemingly finally noticing her discomfort. "Hey, you okay E?"

"I'm going to use the restroom. Just go do your job!" she finally told him as she ran off to head to the nearest restroom, leaving her stunned coworker behind.

A short time of cooling down in the restroom stall later, she'd finally go up to the sink and wash her face, slowly looking up to see her reflection. Except, what she saw wasn't exactly her. Not completely.

'You missed such a golden opportunity. A lot of people would've been so grateful he was gone,' the reflection taunted.

"I'm not doing that. You KNOW why I'm not doing that. I need this job. It pays great. And how else can I repay them for their kindness? I owe them my life!" she insisted, hands gripping the sides of the sink.

'Tch. Excuses. If you'd just let me handle it, we could've gotten away with it easily...'

"You and I both know that's not true. You're too sloppy. You don't think, you don't calculate, you don't PLAN. I want us to have a future, and I'm not going to have your stupid impulses ruin that for both of us."

'Impulses? Look who's talking, Miss 'I don't want to be away from the hot guys who give me the time of day even if half of them want to murder me'.'

"W-what?! No, I don't--"

'Honestly, it's so obvious you find them attractive. Just admit it: you like the danger. You like the thrill of it. It's why I'm here. It's why you'll NEVER be free of me.'

Her eyes narrowed, cheeks colored pink as she pointed accusingly at her reflection.

"Listen here, you psychopathic monster: you can go on and on about being stuck with you until the cows come home, but I--"

"E? That you? What are you mumbling about?" called a younger coworker, a college kid. They stepped in with their make-up bag, going up to one of the sinks as the Elevator Girl quickly cleared her throat and adjusted her face.

"Ah-w- nothing! Nothing! Just... uh... you know..."

"Ted?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeeeeah, he got to me too. I swear, we'd all be better off if he dropped dead."

The Elevator Girl laughed nervously. "Y-yeah... um... anyways, I better get back to work... later!"

On her way out of the bathroom and back to the trolley, she could practically feel the Raincoat Killer smirking.

'Told ya.'

#homicipher oc #homicipher #drabble

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hikariyuushiart · 1 month ago

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Going back to original Snap Dragon Club characters this week. This time it's the daemon Mr. Lawrence. Hope you guys enjoy!

#art #color #traditional art #sanctus #sanctus: snap dragon club #alcohol markers #mr lawrence #my art process video #my youtube channel #Youtube

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hikariyuushiart · 1 month ago

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Elevator Girl and Mr. Scarletella Part 2

This time, it started raining in the middle of the night.

The Elevator Girl was at home in her apartment. She'd moved in several months back, not too long after she'd managed to survive her first escapade into the Ghost Apartments' 'other side'. This one was much roomier, something she could luckily afford thanks to her new job as an employee at a shipment fulfillment warehouse. Sure, it was hectic and the hours were long, but she was still paid well enough. At the very least, she could say the job kept her in shape. Fast-walking down the crowded aisles of various items while the fluorescent lights flickered overhead were oddly comforting to her, reminding her of that 'other world'.

Even though it was so late, she found herself a little restless. Perhaps, even a little bit uneasy. After all, rainy days seemed to be when paranormal activity seemed to spike. As she poured herself a fresh cup of tea in the kitchen, she wondered if there was something about the rain that urged strange beings and spirits to want to make their presence known in her world.

In a weird way, it reminded her of earthworms finding their way to the surface. She remembered walking past the lawns and gardens of some other homes near her apartment complex, watching the worms wriggle their way up to the moist surface. Was there something about the rain that enticed spirits in a similar way?

Was there something about it that enticed him in a similar way?

A knock came at the door.

She froze for a moment, having just been sipping at her tea before slowly and silently setting it down on the counter. She glanced over at the microwave. 11 PM. No one should be knocking at this hour. So either it was an emergency... or it was something else.

She feared she knew what that something else could be.

As silently as she could, she tip-toed over to the light switch, flicking it off. She didn't want anyone to be able to peer through her own peephole and spot her, or maybe even see a bit of light under the doorway. Her heart was thumping, blood pumping more tangibly through her veins as she crept over to the front door.

Her pale blue eye peered through the peephole, needing to focus a bit through the fish-eye lens.

The hallway was dimly lit, as it usually was when there was no sign of movement. The halls had motion-sensor lights to make it easier for tenants to get back home while not using up too much electricity. But as she focused, her skin crawled at the sight of a familiar crimson silhouette.

He was so tall, and so close to the door, that all she could make out was from halfway down his neck to just before the bottom of his coat. But that only lasted for a few moments. For the second she blinked, her eyeball was directly in line with his own.

His pupil was large and round, an encompassing void surrounded by a thin rim of red. It was reminiscent of a solar eclipse; it was just as captivating, just as dangerous to stare into.

Her breath hitched, her eyes refusing to blink. What would happen? He'd never gotten so close to her home before. How did he know where she lived? Would the door even stop him? Or was he just trying to be polite before inviting himself in?

The moments seemed to drag on far too slowly, but it gave her enough time for her lips to part as she quietly uttered in his tongue.

"...why you here?"

She knew from past experience that he understood human language all too well. It was part of what made him more dangerous; no matter what language she spoke, there was nothing she could hide from him.

And yet, he never bothered to speak it. Curious.

She blinked, and now his full face was visible from the peephole. The door didn't seem to muffle his words at all.

"I like you. I found you. I want time together you."

This was strange, to say the least. When was the last time he'd say anything without immediately asking for her name? Maybe he's finally trying to be patient, trying to bide his time. But she saw the eagerness in those obsessed eyes of his.

'Well... I'm awake already... and he knows where I live. Maybe I can just... stand outside with him for a while before the rain stops? It'll stop in the morning, meaning I won't have the chance to visit him at the Ghost Apartments during my deliveries. Maybe that's why he's taking the opportunity to seek me out now...' she thought to herself. She mulled over how to articulate her thoughts properly for a few moments before finally answering.

"... I exit. You not enter. You not move. Understand?"

She watched him tilt his head slightly before taking a step back. The umbrella that he perpetually held folded up, and he swung it upside down so that the tip of it lightly touched the ground with a soft tap. He leaned forward on it slightly like a cane, a soft smile on his face.

"Understood."

Again, it was a bit strange just how calm he was being about this. Did he really want her company that badly? Then again, she didn't want to think about what could've happened if she flat out told him to go away. That wouldn't have spelled good news for her next time she came back with a delivery.

"I'll be right out," she finally decided to say. She got plenty of practice speaking the other world's language when she was there; she didn't need to do it right now. And despite being on edge, she was still a little tired.

She'd walk away from the door for a moment. Thinking she might be out there for a while, she grabbed her cup of tea, which she topped off, as well as a white coat so she could at least not be walking outside in only a tank top, pajama pants, and socks.

The moment she unlatched the door and opened it a crack, she was shivering from the colder air of the hallway. It was as if Mr. Scarletella had brought in the chilly rainy air along with him. She watched him carefully as she slowly stepped out and quietly shut the door behind her, seeing him stand there patiently against the opposite wall. She let out a small sigh, leaning her back against the wall while taking a slow sip from her cup. She noted how he seemed to be watch her with keen interest, as if he was learning something very fascinating about her with just that action alone.

"...how did you know I lived here?" she asked softly, her blue eyes a little colder as she regarded him.

His smile seemed a tad more amused at the question, as if he wanted to chuckle.

"Know lots of time. You go my room, I go. You go 'lots of objects' room, I go. You go your room, I go. I know."

She shivered a bit at the insinuation that he'd been following her for a long time. From the Ghost Apartments, to her place of work, to here. Though maybe the word wasn't 'room' but 'place'. But then...

"... why come here now? If you've known where I lived all this time, why only come now?"

His smile was oddly gentle, soft. That same softness reached those large, empty eyes of his. She'd never seen him make that expression before.

"You give. You give, you give, you give. I see. I know. I grateful. I have object give you."

Her brow furrowed at that. Something for her? Since when did Scarletella give anyone anything? Granted, outside of the one time Mr. Crawling or Mr. Gap saw him, she's not sure what the other residents thought about him. They seemed to know even less about him than she did, as he was rarely if ever brought up despite him seemingly being the owner of the place.

She watched as he pulled out what looked to be an old, rusty key. It had a worn out metal tag attached, which he held it up by as he offered it to her.

"Open door my place. Use lots of door. Lots of small water drop, go to my place. You take."

Her eyes widened, cautiously stepping forward to accept the key and holding it gingerly in her hand. Was this real? What she wasn't completely clear on is whether or not he meant this was a key to the Ghost Apartments in general, or if this was to HIS place specfically, wherever he spends his time in when he's not wandering around. Either way, it seemed like the rain was still a necessary variable. It was annoying to have to rely on the weather, but she supposed it forced her to remember that she's human, with human responsibilities and human needs.

At least, she hoped she was still human, after all the times she'd been back and forth between worlds.

She stepped back away from Mr. Scarletella, finally looking up to give him a light nod. "Thank you... um... you're not... expecting me to bring you extra bodies because of this, right?"

He seemed slightly confused by the question, tilting his head slightly with a light smile.

"Don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I don't know why you've got it in your head that I ENJOY killing, but I don't. I just... it wasn't meant to go that far. I just kept getting carried away. I kept getting scared and needing to hide the evidence. It's not that I feel bad for the ones I took out -- they still deserved it -- but... Is that the only reason you let me live? Is that the only reason you say you like me? Because you thought those bodies were for you?"

It was a lot, it was blunt, and it might've driven a sharp wedge between them. But it was one of those nagging thoughts that had been torturing her for so long. And now that she was finally in control of herself, finally not at risk at murdering someone else, she HAD to know.

She had to.

In a flash, he was back to being inches from her, looming over her. She nearly spilled her teacup, eyes widening as his left hand pressed into the wall beside her head with a knowing grin.

"You like kill. You like me. Not like me, why give lots of object? Why kill? Why learn language? Why return again, again, again, again?"

Her cheeks tinged with warmth as he stared into her eyes, her heart thumping in her chest as his voice seemed to distort a little more during his last sentence. She slowly gulped, lips parting as she attempted to steady her breath.

Maybe she did have a little explaining to do.

"I... It's because... I value the friendships I've made. There's so many in the Ghost Apartments that had every right to kill me, see me as a threat, or otherwise ignore me. But instead, the majority of them helped me find my way out, or aided me in some form or another. You, I... I'm still not sure about," she admitted softly, averted her gaze for a moment before slowly regaining the courage to look back up at him again. "But I feel like... I owe them for being so kind to me. I wanted to make their lives better. I wanted them to be just as happy as they've made me."

There seemed to be a light furrow in Mr. Scarletella's brow. Again, a new emotion she'd never seen on him before. Was he pensive? Disappointed? Even when she'd refused to give her name again and again, he'd never given that look before. But she could see the gears turning in his head as he slid his hand away from the wall, standing a little straighter as he stared down at her from behind his bangs.

Slowly, that thoughtful frown turned into a light smirk. He seemed to have reached the conclusion he wanted.

"You like me~," he taunted.

At that moment, the Elevator Girl completely forgot her inability to harm him, reaching out in an attempt to grab the lapel of his raincoat as she allowed her cup of tea to spill onto the floor beside her.

"Listen here you little-!!"

"Keep it down out there!" came a muffled voice of one of her neighbors.

She froze and flinched, immediately going silent as she turned to look at the door father down the hall to her left. Mr. Scarletella regarded the door for moment, mulling over his options before slowly deciding 'later'.

Before the Elevator Girl realized just how close she was to Mr. Scarletella, she heard him step forward, his arms loosely wrapping around her.

At least, she thought his arms were around her. But the feeling was off. It felt more like the suggestion of an embrace, ghostly and hollow. Her eyes slowly widened as she realized that her head was partially phasing through his chest, even though it should've been resting against it when they were this close.

'Could it be... he can't physically hold me, just like how I can't harm him?' she thought, her gaze slowly trailing up towards the top of her head when she felt a vague weight of what she could only assume Mr. Scarletella attempting to rest his chin atop her head.

"...you possible touch me. I possible touch you. Mind-object change possible. Calm. Eye not open. Touch." His words were oddly gentle, urging as he tried to guide her to what he wanted her to do.

There were those terms again. 'Mind-object'. Thoughts? Beliefs? Maybe 'touch' could also mean 'feel'. Still, this was a dangerous thought experiment. If he became any more tangible, who knows what he might do.

But curiosity got the best of her, as it usually did. Her eyelids slid shut, her breathing slowed. In her mind, she was giving him permission to become more tangible. Slowly but surely, her belief in him being able to hold her was coming true. The embrace felt that more solid, that much more tight.

She could hear him let out a small sigh. Was he relieved that he could finally hold her like this? How long had he wanted this?

"...thank you," he spoke softly. She's not sure how long the two of them stood there like that. It felt like forever. She both wanted it to stop and to never end. But eventually, he'd slip his arms away, stepping back to open up his umbrella with a small smile. She would open her eyes and step away as well, watching him in both fascination and confusion.

"Goodbye, you. See again," he told her.

With that, his form slipped away into nothingness, and the Elevator Girl was left alone with her befuddled thoughts.

#homicipher #drabble #homicipher mr scarletella #this is possibly my longest one yet

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