#✨️: suki writing

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

( "Immoral Immortality" — 1K words )

Immortal au writing made by my sweetheart @sukis-artchive based off this comic while we were chatting on discord

⚠️ Warning for violence and blood

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It started off like any other night. Perkeo preferred the night shift. It was dimmer, quieter, and over all just less to handle. Well...

"Goodnight Pear..."

Moon's voice came from behind them, though thus wasn't the first and far from the last. Perkeo didn't jump at the sound or the menacing words. They quite liked the nickname 'pear', and as for 'goodnight' it wasn't meant to sound like a threat. Merely Moon greeting them, as he couldn't say "good day".

"Hey Moon"

Perkeo sounded happy, yet looked a little tired.

"How have you been?"

Moon had been doing well lately, (Perkeo knew this) but that didn't nothing to ease their mind.

"G-g...g-Gh-ooooD-"

His voice box glitches out. Perkeo refrains from sighing. They knew this would happen eventually, but the short peace with Moon doing well felt good. Too good. They were so close to fixing him. If only he could have held out a little longer. Moon isn't to blame though, he doesn't know.

And so Perkeo repeats the process they made, down to a tea. They learned how to buy the most time by doing this over, and over, and over again. Funny how similar that was to their 'life'. They always had a 2nd... or 87th chance to try again. Maybe get better results.

"Moon?"

They ask hesitantly, as always.

"Are you alright?

They learned not panicking at his silence results in less of a mess.

His pupils turn to red pinpricks, Perkeo isn't surprised, yet their heartrate still spikes. Some things never change.

A bead of sweat starts to form on their cheek, they know what's to come.

Moon reaches out to caress their face. Perkeo has learnt to accept fate.

...

"...Moon?-"

"Moon?"

"...Moon?"

"Moon!" Moon snaps their attention to Perkeo.

"Are you even listenin' to me? Geez." they hold a tablet, bangs barely cover what appears to be a small bandage.

"Sorry, Starlight, my mind was over the moon..." He looks around, getting his bearings, trying to remember what was happening... before that.

"Uh-huh"

The noise pulls him out of his thoughts, he doesn't even know what "that" was. Unable to recall it properly. Strange.

"So what were you saying?" He feels bad ignoring his friend, even if it was accidentally. What's wrong with you?

"I said we're done, you doofus, now go charge because we have a long day tomorrow... I'll close everything."

'All done'? Ohhh it must have been maintenance of his software, that's what the tablet was for. And it explains his forgetfulness, he was always like this after 'check ups'. But he trusts Perkeo.

He gets up off the desk, and reaches to grab them. "I'll leave it to you, then~ nighty night, friend. Sleep well."

He mutters a 'see you tomorrow' under his breath, as they bonk heads. His hand gently holding the sides of their face, fingers threading through their fluffy hair. He doesn't register their rigid posture. Or the slight tremor that courses through their whole body. Not even the small frown gracing their lips.

He walks off to charge, just as they had said.

Perkeo sighs, placing the tablet down. They had held the screen cautiously out of view from Moon the entire time. And start to utter Sun's cleanup chant "Clean up, Clean up".

They had luckily knew thought ahead to leave out the disinfectant. They had never been so grateful that the DCA cannot enter behind the desk, as they look down. Even through the curls falling into their eyes, they can see the crimson smear on the side of the furniture.

Their smear.

A bloody handprint slid across the hard surface.

Perkeo shivered as they walked around the desk. Trying not to look at the red mark. It was so painfully obvious among the bright colours of the daycare. The smell of iron becomes stronger as they get closer. Their stomach twists uncomfortably at the scent.

They reach for the disinfectant, grabbing it as a shudder runs through their body. They ignore it and get back to work. Hmmm, they'd get used to it, eventually.

Grabbing a small cloth, they dab it with disinfectant and get to work. Nose scrunching, they slowly build up the courage to touch the blood. Why is this so hard?

not like it's the first time.

Suddenly the feeling of sickness overwhelms them. They crumple a bit. The sight of their hand lining up perfectly with the print made them gag. It wasn't a pleasant sight, they forgot this would happen.

Memories flash back to them. Of all the other times they made the mistake of touching the handprint like this, instead of wiping it clean immediately.

Then, just like every other time, the other Memories come back.

Well if you can even call them that. 'Memories' sounds happy. Perkeo knew that the connotations don't mean anything though. They've been through too much, and learned that the bad experiences are also 'memories' in a sense.

Their body spasms, as their chest rocks with sobs. They'd never get used to extreme pain. Not even with how many 'deaths' they experienced.

It hurt so bad.

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Their eyes were swollen and puffy with streaks from their crying. They learned that the only way to live longer was to not fight it. It would toy with them as much as possible, before going for the kill.

It tore into Perkeo like a feast, slicing them with sharp claws. They had been oh so gentle before, Perkeo may never get used to the change.

They didn't want to give it the satisfaction of a scream. It would only make it hurt more then. Perkeo remembers that.

They let it mutilate them. It scratches them, punctures them, drags them by their wounds and hair, pulls them apart. But this was a friend, Perkeo knew it was worth it. It'll all be over soon.

They find some comfort in that, feeling empty otherwise. The small voice of preservation that they thought they long since killed was barely a whisper.

...no....run...

Huh, now that's a surprise. Perkeo thinks, too late. The voice was warning them. Their body even knew what was to come at this point. Oh the irony, the vessel who puts them through this wanting the pain to stop. The only reason Perkeo sticks around here is because of their immortality. If it wasn't for their body, Perkeo wouldn't need to die.

Nothing, not Perkeos experience, nor all the past pain inflicted upon them, could prepare them for what's to come. Perkeo always blocked out this part, it's happened before.

They let out a single cut off screech. Their vocal chords still not fully healed from the last time.

As Moon forces his hand into their socket, violently ripping out their eye.

Blood splatters everywhere, the eyeball bursting in his grip. Perkeo crumbles to the ground.

...should have listened.

The little voice chimed, as Perkeo finally backs away from Moon, for the first time that night. Bad idea, and Perkeo knew it.

Though their immortal side has given them an aloof disposition and immeasurable tolerance. Instinct always found a way to persist.

They knew backing away would make it worse, but it hurt too much now for them to do anything else. They knew this would lead to it ending quicker.

Moon grabs them, claws digging into their flesh. They manage to make it behind the desk, his fingers raking through their skin before losing its grip. They try to pull themselves up, bloodied hands smearing the desk as they use it to push themselves up. They grab the tablet and force a shut down.

Hmmm, this is one of the first times they didn't die...

It takes them hours to fix up themselves and clean the mess, but when they finally do dread starts to well up again. Moon was shut down, but absolutely covered in Perkeos blood. Atleast this time Perkeo remembered to not leave any handprints on Moon. It made this so much harder to clean.

The dread still doesn't subside when they finish, as they pick up the tablet. Connecting it to Moon, they replay the footage. Watching their torture always made it worse.

Deleting the files, they reboot him.

They sigh.

"Hopefully this time we can last a little longer."

[twnj]

Fit like a'day! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Sup!

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...hello 👋 😊

Welcome to my (mostly) Naruto blog-of-sorts!✨️

I do a bit of drawing and dabble in writing on occasion 🎨✏️📖

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Mainly here tbh.

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But if you search twnj (or time-waster-no-jutsu) you can pretty much find anything I've done on the net for the last 20yrs (please don't judge me...).

🌟Main fandoms are Naruto, Harry Potter, MCU, DragonBallZ, ATLA (and anything else that takes my fancy) 📖

🌟Main ships are Shikatema, SNS, Shikajin, kakasaku, romione, Vegeta/Bulma, Sokka/Suki- if it's written well, I could be convinced of any ships if I'm honest 😅

Thank you to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers

✂️ See below the cut for my Artwork masterlist 🫡

🎨Artwork Masterlist (In no particular order)

Grandmaster by notquitejiraiya ♟️❤️

I'm not pretending.

Nah, You're Good.

Dragon

I am not weak- redraw

Taste

Shikadai Birthday headcanon

Shikamaru 18th Birthday

Fucking Hell, you're beautiful

Just being a good Second

Good kid, good man...

Daydreaming

Keep looking at me...

Ruin Me

In the hotel lounge

Crouching Kank

In the hotel lounge Tem POV

By the pool redraw

You don't want to fuck him...

Do something for me

If you say so...

Military Oath - Headcannon

Short back and sides - Headcannon

Reunited in the rain

One stranger however

Somehow, he was here.

Headcannon Shikamaru watching her

Answer machine

Cover of 64

Douche

Teach me something new...

Locked eyes

Look at me - original

I want you to have me...

Draw-ish

Recommendation

Tell me what you do want

Metalhead choji - Headcannon

Why are you sorry?

Time doesn't stand still for the living

That's a horrible this to say...

Nevahööd of them - Headcannon

I am not weak - original

Ice bucket

I have a banner...

I think I just need more sleep, man... - Headcannon

First kiss

Shut the door, Temari... - original

Terrible Second

He's really gone.

Daydreaming - original

Notoriety- then and now

I want that...

Fucking idiot

Go fuck yourself.

She ruin you...

On the metro

...do you enjoy it..?

By the pool - original

In the hotel lounge - original

Bullshit

Naruto 🍃🍥

The Night Sky Passing By - Kintou

Shikamaru Scottish AU - singing

Shikamaru Scottish AU - session

The Huntress - A.N.B.U by Servenna and Sillysnowden11 here

Accidental PDA - Wrong time, Worse place by eeveleon here

Blood and Gold by Majsasaurus

Butch F1 Temari

Trenches - No One Cries for Unknown Soldiers by Majsasaurus here

It's been a long time - No One Cries for Unknown Soldiers by Majsasaurus here

Boruto 🍥🌀

Chromatic Aberration

Guiding- Sway by Clumsydragon28

Neck kiss - Sway by Clumsydragon28

Chocho - Spice Unites by Clumsydragon28

Spices Unite - Headcannon

Olympics - Inojin 100 metre schlong p.1

Olympics - Inojin 100 metre schlong p.2

Olympics - Chocho

He has the hunger...

Tongue piercing Inojin

Getting her nails did.

The Daily Lug blog 🦻

The Audiologist

Other 🤷‍♀️

Katie Morag inspired Scottish Miku

[azrielgreen]

Cw animal death, cancer, heartbreak syndrome in pets (I thought I could put a read more but can't figure it out 😭 you don't have to post this publicly if you think its tmi or something, I mostly just wanted to tell you)

♡♡♡

Okay. First things first, I wanted to say you are one of my absolute favorite writers in the steddie fandom. Like top 3 easily, and I've read... a lot of steddie fic 😅 You're Divine in particular has meant the world to me, but there hasn't been a single word you've written that I haven't devoured at least twice lol

I haven't been able to read much (or do anything, tbh) recently so I'm a bit behind on your fics for the past few months. At first it was because my 15.5 year old pup, Suki, was diagnosed with cancer earlier this year, and then in late June her time came. What wrecked me even further was my 20.5 year old cat, Dobby (clearly named before JKTerf started her shenanigans), suffered broken heart syndrome and passed 3 days later 😔 they were best friends, glued at the hip, etc, and while we knew it could possibly happen, none of us were truly expecting it. So, its been a very dark time and I've struggled to keep from drowning in grief.

(I promise this is relevant to you, I just thought the context was important)

Fast forward to mid July, and my family adopted 2 adorable kittens, Dr. Pepper (calico tabby) and Kovu (grey tabby).

Its been absolutely healing and heartwarming to welcome these 2 new babies into our home- I hadn't been without a pet since I was 5 years old so the 2 weeks without any furry friends running around were especially hard.

We've thrown around a lot of nicknames, and very few have stuck around, but my dad was the first one to start calling Kovu "Little Bit" because he was the runt, looked 8 weeks when he was 13 weeks, etc. And I immediately jumped on that, encouraging it until everyone is calling him Little Bit now.

(Idk about you, but I think it fits!)

The nickname, while silly, just makes me so happy and has inspired me to reread YD for the... fifth time I think, especially since you've added a couple installments since I last read it, it just makes sense to start from the beginning.

I struggle to comment/reach out to authors to express how much they mean to me, but idk this just felt important. Your writing has gotten me through some really hard times and its helping me still 🥺💕 so thank you for everything you've contributed to this fandom and beyond. I can't wait to see what you come up with next 💖

(Here, have a few more pics for the road✌🏼)

THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND SAD AND SWEET!!?! I can't thank you enough for sharing with me!!😭 Little Bit💜💞✨️💞💜💞✨️💞💜💞✨️💞✨️

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Warnings: Bombs, death, blood, gore, suffering, idk a shit ton of organ failure?, emotional distress, destruction, ahem "toasted alive", graphic descriptions of wounds (Definetly missed some shit.)

Just stay safe guys, this is a story of self love :)

Prescript: this is the reincarnation au of the immortality au, but slightly tweaked.

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They barely hear the sirens blaring, before screeches and cries fill the air. They don't see it coming through the fluffy bangs they brushed this morning. They feel the impact for a split second before searing pain envelopes them. It burns their flesh entirely in a brilliant flash. Bones melting mere milliseconds after the flesh is incinerated. There is no time to react.

Heh this is new, who would have thought an immortal could run out of time?

how ironic.

they were infact a long distance from where the atomic bomb hit. The nuclear explosion carried quickly across the land. The few seconds Perkeo had were a millennium to the poor souls trapped beneath the blast. They managed to atleast heard the blare of the warning sirens first, no matter how fleeting that moment was. Their entire being had shut down, but death was nothing new to them. Though they had never been this destroyed.

they physically couldn't feel the way their remaining ashes, but their soul was ablaze. Just as their physical for was. The soul was desperate for a body to host, to rebuild itself. The immortal spirit never abiding by Perkeos wishes. The soul needed to be physical. It could never let go of the firm grasp it has on reality. Determined to live it wrenches its form back together. Ashes pulling together, just like that of a star.

Oh how fitting.

the strain put on the life form didn't deter it. As it painstakingly compressed itself back into a charred pile of dust. The dead cells begin to regenerate through unfounded energy. The spirit pouring all of the power in its inate being into producing some for of life. And piece by piece Perkeo was put back together. Wretchedly slow and gruesome, as it grows for a second time. This rebirth was different, it took more than life from Perkeo. The repair ripped their soul apart.

A rip in their eternal being.

it cut further than any knife, deeper than any sword. This was them. the true them. Not the body they were bound to. Their spirit within.

Perkeo awoke. In a desolate area. Repeatedly dying from organ failure, and misplaced insides. The fix was so desperate, it wasn't even sustainable. Once it rebuilt itself further, Perkeo would wake. Dying to the toxicity and lack of oxygen. No one came to the waste land in hope of survivors. They couldn't without becoming a casualty themselves. So Perkeo waited. And waited. And waited. Days turned to weeks, to months, to years, to decades, to centuries. Before the nuclear waste had eroded into something more livable. Perkeo awoke, unsure of this being real.

This was a first. They always knew they were real, usually they are the only static thing in the universe.

Perkeo barely opens their eyes to see the wreckage. Though it was more "liveable", that doesn't mean it was pretty. Gritty sand surrounding them. It took them too long to get their bearings. Dying from the shock a multitude of times after it set in. Once they knew what had happened.

they couldn't cry, they couldn't think, they just waited for death to take them. Only for it to return them with shaky palms. Unable to claim this defiant soul.

(So this is meant to end with Perkeo missing some of their ashes and gaining the ashes of many other bodies in their reincarnation. Something which hasn't occurred before, and it leads to this emptiness in them. They aren't whole. And they never can be again. something is innately wrong with this vessel now. Something not even fate nor immortality can fix.)

(The whole "tearing of their soul" was meant to become the sun and moon. In a twist of fate, even though their body can't be whole. The pieces of their soul come together over many lives. Always reconnecting on some level. Even I'd it can't be pieced back together, it can be content with their newfound proximity. They can always find eachother, even without searching, without knowing. Because they are all one. This is why they are perfect for eachother. Pieces of a puzzle torn into a shape where they can't mesh together, but still one image. Always belonging to one another. They weren't built for eachother with strings of fate bringing them together, they are eachother. They depend on eachother to function. Like a body with different systems. Like a brain with different sections. They must come together to fix eachothers needs of longing. Sure they are all technically one, but now that they are split they can take care of eachother. They don't have to rely on themselves, Perkeos existence and health became meaningless due to its endlessness. But now they aren't lonely, they have two other immortals. Parts of their soul able to help them, to stay by their side, to never leave, to never die. They love them with all of their being, even if it's just the things of their past self. Huh maybe that's why perkeo likes them so much. It's what they are now missing.)

Strangely the explosion may be the best thing that has ever happened to our dear perky,

After all,

They won't ever face anything alone again.

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Told ya it was about self love ;)

This is all noncannon, just me going insane.

If your seeing this it is a reminder to take a break. Eat. Sleep. Drink. Get up and move. Have a great day <3

I'm sorry but im just losing my crap laughing over the faz-ton of warnings and then " this is a story of self love tho 🫶 "

I read this a million times before and I have fun rereading it a million more

I have the softest of the spots for self love and how it projects on the way you love the world and the people around you

Everyone a round of applause to Suki who yet again graces us with chaos pain and suffering but this time with a twist of sugar sprinkled on top

And you heard her, break time!

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Hi sunsun. I'm tired, but I've got dumb idea, so if this doesn't make sense and it is illegible, I'll try to decipher later, luv u.

Imagine if the virus corrupting moon, corrupted his memory bank. So even if Perkeo "stole" his memories, there was still something left from the virus distorting him. It could bleed into Sun's memory, flashes of their Beloved Perkeo maimed and caked in blood. He'd have no idea what was wrong with him for thinking such things. For the dark thoughts of Perkeo getting hurt. For thinking about hurting his friend. He'd have no clue if it was him or moon in the memory. Their shared hands coated in the thick blood. Unable to differentiate He'd assume it's him. As Moon dominates Perkeos' crumpled form. Holding their struggling body and killing them slowly. Sun would be terrified that these thoughts flooded his brain. His mind endlessly shoving it in his face. Unable to turn it off, it becomes more frequent. And all he feels is shame and guilt about the visualization of Perkeo in such a state. He doesn't want his friend to be hurt, so why does he have twisted fantasies about it? Eventually, these thoughts would spill to when he sees the real Perkeo. Standing in front of him, seeming completely fine. Soon flashs of the imagery would replace Perkeos form. Standing slumped, bruised and beaten. Blood soaken and mangled. This would become more frequent, with sun becoming avoidant. In order to not see his best friend dying. At some point Perkeo would seek him out, trying to understand his sudden reclusiveness. And he'd just snap.

"Sun, are you here?" Perkeo whispers.

He is closing in on himself, trying to hide. To find comfort in this suffocating small supply room.

"Sunny, are you alright?!" Perkeo immediately rushes to their side. Oh what a mistake.

Sun's head raises as he catches their wrist, stopping them from grabbing him. His blank eyes seemingly lifeless, when his lack of irises was usually like a blinding lights full of passion only his soul possessed. His dead eyes meet Perkeos.

He sees a sobbing mess before him. Perkeos skin torn, clothes ragged. Skin peeled down to the bone, the blood gushing out of the open sores lining their body. Sobs rack their collapsing chest, head violently lolling on their neck. Lacerations don't even begin to describe the claw marks raking their body. Blood gurggles through their open mouth, as well as one of their eye sockets. Oh dear where was their eye?

...

"Sun!" Perkeo cries.

Through his mind, he heard a gutteral scream. A cry worthy of a battlefield. Watching as Perkeo collapses, trying to reach for him. So so hurt, yet distressed by him. Oh no, if only they knew of his horrid daydreams.

He pulls them in closer, holding them still. Trying to comfort the hurt, the hurt that had passed. The hurt Perkeo didn't know he saw, the hurt Sun carried.

He doesn't rock them back and forth, not wanting to aggravate the "wounds". He shush them. Not wanting to hear them choke through the blood, a gurgling babble unable to form words.

In reality, Perkea is sitting in his lap, held close. Protectively. Thsh go along with it. Letting sun work out his inner turmoil. Not wanting to push him.

"Oh pear, perky I am so so sorry!" It sounds like he's starting to sob.

Perkeo sits silently.

"I didn't want this to happen! This shouldn't have happened!"

What does that mean?

Perkeo asks this in a whisper, this registers in sun's receptors as a pained whine.

"All I could see was you hurt Perkeo! I don't want this! What is wrong with me?! Why why. I dont like seeing you like this, what happened? ...did I do this?"

His hysteric voice barely saying the last line.

Oh no. Oh No.

How could Perkeo have forgotten about sun? Sun was as much a part of this as Moon, was he affected by the virus? He has been here the whole time. And it seems he is hallucinating the memories Moon's lost. Oh no. Perkeo how could you have done this?! You took Moon's recollection, and now sun is paying the price. All because of your selfishness. Sun is hurt.

Sun has been hurting this whole time.

MIHEJWHWJWHWIEHEOWHIWWHIWWJWKJW CRYING SCREAMING SCRATCHING RUNNING

SUKI

SUKI MSBEUEHEIWHIW PLEASE IM

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I WOULD GRAB YOU AND KISS EVERY SINGLE INCH OF YOUR FACE AND HUG YOU SO MUCH I'D TAKE YOU OFF THE GROUND AND SWIRL AROUJDB WITH YOU RIGHT NOW

NOT EVEN ALL THE RUNNING AROUND WOULD BE ENOUGH TO CALM DOWN THE EUPHORIC ENERGY BOOST THIS JUST GAVE ME

YOU'RE AMAZING AND THIS IS PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT THERES NOT ENOUGH WORDS IN EITHER THE TWO LANGUAGES I KNOW TO DESCRIBE HOW GOOD THAT IS

I love Sun's distress at everything and how much it affects him the idea of their friend hurt and how gruesome it is and how Perkeo is trying so so hard to take care of everything but it still ends up being too much to do on their own

It was never their fault but they blame themselves for not doing enough, for not flawlessly protecting both Sun and Moon from the morbid reminder of actions that not their own but still made by their hands. They wanted to care the weight of it on their own buy against their best efforts they are still forces to share it.

Suki I'm kissing your brain and all the ideas you come up with I swear at this point you are just writing this au's fanfic for me

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Hello. I am back. I am stressed, but under significantly less stress. Immortality on my brain, words are foggy rn. Buckle in.

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They hadn't noticed how bad it's gotten. It spread over their flesh now. Immortality comes with a cost of living indefinitely, at losing everything. Yet no one dares to think about how it does not necessarily mean immunity.

It had been a long time for Perkeo. Not even they knew when they first came to be. Time stretched and blended together when you have no use for counting it. Counting was for those who didn't have enough time after all.

But now Perkeo sits at home. Unable to do much else. Their skin had darkened significantly, changing dulling into a slightly greyish colour. The flesh sat heavily on their frame. It had gotten oh so bad. How could they have not realized?

They could feel it writhing under their skin. The sensation shooting shivers up their spine, only with the few nerves that were left undamaged. They groaned as they felt their abdominal muscles and organ walls give way, shifting out of place. It started from the inside out.

They couldn't even muster the strength to call in sick today. Well, they probably wouldn't have this position for much longer anyway. Oh, the boys will be so disappointed. You were really glad to have spent at least this much time with them. Heh, you were worried about finding someone who you wouldn't have to worry about 'having enough time'. The joy un finally discovering them must have distracted you.

You felt it years ago, but now? Now, there is no turning back. As your stomach acid pools in your gut, shredding the rest of your organs. Muscle tear with every slight movement you make. It hurts, so badly. No blade or arrow ever left you feeling like this. No other 'death' had ever left you trembling like this. But you knew death was waiting for you.

Bones snap and cartilage disintegrates, tendons ripping, blood pooling. You struggle to keep your eyes open now. It's all too much. Your vocal chords are torn from the pained whimpering you wanted to scream. Perkeos organs started failing one by one. None leading to their death, unfortunately. Liver, intestines, stomach, lungs, heart. They continued laying, with barely holding onto consciousness. Their brain had not become dysfunctional, yet. Without the incessant beating of their heart, they were left in silence. Their thoughts were a quiet buzz filling their brain. Slow, but still there nonetheless.

They need you.

You should try to get up.

Hhhnngggg owwww.

Maybe you shouldn't even bother, they'll move on!

It hurts so much.

Atleast I got to spend a bit of time with them.

You never got to say goodbye.

Your thoughts dissipate as the rot takes over. Oh? Yeah, the rot. Your body, although resilient, couldn't deal with repairing itself constantly. Especially after extreme deaths. Ones where it would have to pull together your disfigured and scattered remains. So it did a makeshift job. Just for the time being. You ignored it. Eventually, it would take over, decomposing your body from the inside out. You had essentially been a living corpse lately, worrying Sun and Moon to no end. Well, now they wouldn't need to worry, Perkeo thinks to themselves. Their body had been put through so much, this weakend state was only necessary. It would be impossible to remain in perfect condition, despite its distaste for staying dead. It would eat itself apart, until it collapsed and could rebuild from scratch. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Flesh and bone crumbled away, only to reunite, forming a "new body". A refurbished one, one that will have longer till it inevitably collapses. Before it rebuilds itself again. Thought this process takes a tremendous amount of time, as well as trial and error. Struggling to recuperate itself, Perkeos life being a test of viability. They could die hundreds, if not thousands of times before it is completely functional. This could take up to a millenium to fix. Surely, going to be terminated from their current position before the process is complete.

Their brain agonizingly started shutting down, consciousness leaving them for what will never be the last time. Their flesh begins corroding.

If only they could have found their boys sooner.

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Basically Perkeos immortality doesn't mean immunity. They will pay the price with not only pain, death, and resurrection. But their body cannot physically take the strain of healing itself. So it found a way to cope. Rotting. Decomposition doesn't mean death, it's a cycle of life. They will make it back... unfortunately the dca may never see them again.

Imagine rotting from the inside out. Feeling your body collapse and corrode around you, as your mind screams for release. Your brain can't take it. But you can never submit to death. Feeling your flesh, thick with festering bacteria, sliding on your bones, feeling trapped in the skin falling off your body. Your insides dissolving into an acidic burning concoction, sloshing around with every slight shift. Your bones, ligaments, tendons, and muscles shredding. Loosing the pretty voice so many of your friends throught the ages held dear :)

(What's bolded is my main idea, the rest is filler. I dont think it was written very well though.)

Hope you like it sunsun, I'm tired and my words don't sound right. I can't express my thoughts, but I hope atleast some of my thoughts came across.

Take a study break honey. Drink something warm, eat something healthy, go to bed, ily.🧡

Wait did I just write gore???

WHAT A HELL OF A STUDY BREAK THAT WAS HOLY FAZBEAR SUKI

I FREAKING LOVE YOUR BRAIN DO YOU KNOW THAT

I HAND YOU SMALL SILLY THINGS AND YOU GRAB AND BREAK AND TWIST THEM INTO A BLOODY AGONIZING PATHETIC MESS AND I LIVE FOR IT

ALSO THAT'S SO GODDAMN SAD WHAT

NOOOOOOO GIVE MY BABY THEIR FRIENDS BACK THEY JUST GOT THEM 💀

I GIVE YOU AN UNBREAKABLE TOY AND YOU FIND EVERY WAY YOU COULD POSSIBLY USE TO BREAK THEM, STARS

God imagine if they came to find you somehow