#Etn3

[escapethenightcrack]

Thinking about it, it’s very funny that the Killer Clown Clan used vegetarian hot dogs in the challenge. Like “no we aren’t going to force you to eat meat we aren’t monsters. We are going to stab your friend to death though”

[rosealena-4]

i drew after hearing that one mashup

[the-record-producer]

i have been so pissed since like 2020 that manny wasn’t in all stars so i have taken it upon myself to make it as real as i can (ft death scars bccs they’re fun)

bonus unrelated drawings

[theomenscouncil666]

Quick spot the difference

Made by safiya

[olispaghetti]

black cat golden retriever duo !!!!

[escapethenightcrack]

Ok just watched the season three trailer for the first time in a while and omg does anyone else remember when this dropped and people were speculating that this was Eva

[rosealena-4]

spread the word gang the etn crew doesn’t support the actions of past creators who have been on the show

[the-record-producer]

hello

[escapethenightcrack]

I wanted to make The Hollywood Star dying in a glue trap but alas the universe gave me no skills and big fat man hands

How has no one drawn The Detective dying in a glue trap yet? It is the meme of the week, after all.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

My EgoPats Meeting the Canon EgoPats (Brought To You by Incorrect Quotes)

Yep, I finally decided that this post deserved to be expanded on. So, to absolutely no-one's surprise, I gave it the ol' college try with memes.

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[Caliban has just returned from visiting Theory Manor. He’s now ranting to Murdock about WarfPat]

Caliban: Listen to what one of my STUPID doppelgängers did! Caliban: Apparently one of his “guests” ended up dying in his studio, and he offered the body to me. And since we’ve been in-between jobs lately, I was like, “Sure, why not?” Caliban: So, I cooked the best parts, then I went to town. . .and every two minutes, he added salt. Caliban: And it was weird. It almost tasted like sweet potato. Caliban: I asked, “Did this guy eat a lot of candy before he died? Or was he on drugs?” Caliban: And Warf said, “Noooo.” Caliban: Every two minutes, he added salt, salt, sALT, SALT! It was like he wanted to poison me! Caliban: And when I finished eating, he asked, “How did you like the human flesh wiTH SUGAR?” Caliban: . . .HE USED SUGAR INSTEAD OF SALT! Caliban: *starts shaking Murdock by the lapels of his overcoat* SUGAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!

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[The EgoPats are using an Ouija board] The Detective: Tell us. . .is there an otherworldly creature in this house or on its grounds? LeviathanPat: *is right outside the nearest window, but has decided to use his powers to speak through the board before he actually starts talking* ¥ê§. MadPat: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month. WarfPat: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out. LeviathanPat: *genuinely caught off-guard* . . .Wåï†, WHĆ—?!

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Mack: So, for that party I told the guys about. . .do you, uh. . . Patty/DancePat: Oh, are you not sure how to dress for it? Mack: *panicked* WHAT IS CLOTHES???

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[Caliban and The Hermit’s first meeting is going pretty well.]

The Hermit: —and then I said, “I didn’t realize that I would be having some guests. . .for dinner!” Caliban: *laughs* Ah, that’s a classic! Mack: *watching from a distance and ranting to The Detective* —no nO NO, we are NOT dealing with TWO OF THEM!

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WarfPat: Hey, new guy! Trick or ye— LeviathanPat: *conjures an Uno Reserve card* ñÖ

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The Detective: If I have to clean one more bloodstain from this carpet, I’m going to murder someone. Caliban: Sounds a little counterproductive.

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The Detective: I'm not doing too well. Penn/Pennsylvania: What's wrong? The Detective: I have this headache that comes and goes. [LeviathanPat manifests outside the nearest window] The Detective: And there it is again.

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The Hermit: What is toothpaste if not bone soap? Caliban: . . .You are a complete and total treasure. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

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Penn/Pennsylvania: We call that a traumatic experience. Penn/Pennsylvania: *turning to The Detective* Not a “bruh moment” Penn/Pennsylvania: *turning to The Hermit* Not “sadge” Pennsylvania: *turning to MadPat* And DEFINITELY not “oof lmao”

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Mack: *scoffs* Clearly, you don’t own an air fryer. Clearly. Caliban: *chuckles dryly* I’m not gonna be talked down to by some arrogant, condescending, delusions-of-grandeur-prone SIDE-DISH. Caliban: If you wanna insult me, go right ahead. But you have no idea how brutal that’s gonna get. You don’t even know my name! Caliban: *steps closer to Mack, almost getting in his face* I ' m t h e c o m b i n a t i o n o f y o u a n d a c r a z y i s l a n d h e r m i t f r o m a d i f f e r e n t t i m e l i n e .

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The Detective: Define “dream”. LeviathanPat: Ðrêåm—†hê £ïr§† †hïñg þêðþlê åßåñÐðñ whêñ †hê¥ lêårñ hðw †hê wðrlÐ wðrk§. The Hermit: Oh, c’mon! That’s just too dark!

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Ness: Do you support LGBTQIA+ rights? Patty/DancePat: . . .I’m literally a girlypop and exotic dancer?? WarfPat: He’s avoiding the question!

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MadPat: Gatekeep, girlboss, and. . .what's the other one again? LeviathanPat: †hêrê ï§ñ'† åñð†hêr ðñê. ¥ðµ'rê ¢råz¥.

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Patty/DancePat: He doesn’t deserve you! If he doesn’t treat you right by now, you’re gone! Ness: *taking a deep breath* I’m gone. Patty/DancePat: *nodding and grinning* Now gO CHOP HIS DICK OFF—

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Penn/Pennsylvania: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Mack: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

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[The EgoPats are discussing a plan. Ozzie has taken his turn to speak, standing with a whiteboard at the head of the room] Ozzie: Anyone have any questions? Ness: Is this legal? Ozzie: . . .Anyone have any relevant questions?

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The Detective: Are you seriously making human-bacon for breakfast?! Caliban: *looking away from the bacon-filled frying pan he’s using* Yeah. What’d you have for breakfast? The Detective: . . .Nothing. Caliban: *shrugs, returning his focus to the frying pan* I’m doing better than you, man.

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Penn/Pennsylvania: What’s up with you? Mack: What do you mean? Penn/Pennsylvania: You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?

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[The Detective recently griped to Caliban about a recent case. Now Caliban is trying to convince The Detective to do something highly unconventional to make progress with said case.l]

Caliban: DO IT! The Detective: NOOOOO! GOD, PLEASE NO! Caliban: MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE! The Detective: NO! Caliban: JUST— The Detective: NO! Caliban: — D O I T ! The Detective: N O O O O O O O ! ! !

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Patty/DancePat: I can't believe you've done this. . . Ness: I'm sorry, I didn't know—! Patty/DancePat: *on the verge of tears* YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN I HAVE NOTHING PREPARED FOR YOU IN RETURN! NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE JERK!

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The Hermit: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Mack: Sure. . . The Hermit: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Mack: Okay? The Hermit: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Mack: . . . The Hermit: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio— Mack: Jesus, that one is a little— Caliban: *was just passing through but is now interested* No, no. Let him continue

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[A plan involving paranormal investigation has gone terribly wrong, and The Detective is almost out of options]

The Detective: *begrudgingly holding a dark ritual* If you are here, speak to us! LeviathanPat: *slowly manifests outside the window. . .and starts singing “Don’t Stop Believin’.” With each lyric, his voice shifts in a very disturbing way* JÚ§† Ä Ç̆-Ä¥ ßÖ¥! The Detective: *grinds his jaw, having even more regrets than before* LeviathanPat: ßÖRñ ÄñÐ RÄ̧ÈÐ Ìñ §ÖÚ†H—!

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WarfPat: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Ozzie: Are we talkin’ real sounds or imaginary ones? WarfPat: *now interested* Lets say imaginary. Ozzie: Spiders wearin’ flip flops.

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[MadPat is trying to talk killer-to-killer with Caliban. So far, he’s only succeeded in annoying Caliban]

MadPat: Every time I go out there, I feel like I do my best and they don’t! Caliban: *has heard all about how sloppy Mad’s methods are, how much evidence Mad always seems to leave behind, as well as how Mad trapped himself in a fire only to get caught by the police* Let me ask you a very fair question—What do you do successfully? MadPat: . . . Caliban: *raising an eyebrow* QUICKLY. MadPat: *scowls and storms off*

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The Detective: You need a hobby. LeviathanPat: Ì ålrêåÐ¥ håvê å hðßߥ! The Detective: Terrorizing people is nOT A HOBBY!

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Ness: Ducks are better than rabbits. Penn/Pennsylvania: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks. WarfPat: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey. Ness: We’re not talking about flavor, Warf! WarfPat: Flavor counts! The Detective: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone? Mack: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers. Who’s cozier? Penn/Pennsylvania: Okay, but— Mack: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER? MadPat: Why don’t we just take a rabbit and a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out? Penn/Pennsylvania: BECAUSE THAT’S ILLEGAL! MadPat: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT! Caliban: *sitting in the adjacent room, listening in on the debate. He’s not sure if Snare could get roped into it, because Snare is a hare and not a rabbit, but he’s still holding him protectively* . . .

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Ness: *calling up the stairs from the kitchen* I made lightly-fried fish fillets for dinner! The Detective: . . .Ness, it’s one-fifteen AM. What the hell? Ness: Do you guys want the lightly-fried fish fillets or not? Ozzie: *pokes his head out of one of the guest rooms* Well, I mean, yeah. Ness: So come downstairs before they get cold. Penn/Pennsylvania: *comes out of another guest room* Wait, you just made them? Ness: Yeah, I wasn’t tired, so I decided to make lightly-fried fish fillets. LeviathanPat: *has been watching/listening to all of this through the kitchen window* §å¥ "lïgh†l¥-£rïêÐ £ï§h £ïllꆧ" ðñê mðrê †ïmê.

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Patty/DancePat: When you’re shopping at Lush and another customer comes in and bites one of the soap options because they think it’s cheese. . .I talked to one of the employees about it, and apparently this sort of thing happens way more frequently than you’d think. Mack: Well, if Lush stopped literally presenting soap as deli food, then this wouldn't happen so frequently. Patty/DancePat: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese??? The Detective: . . .Who goes to the deli section of a store and just takes a bite out of the cheese?!

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[MadPat keeps trying to antagonize Caliban, as if THAT will somehow change Caliban’s opinion of him]

MadPat: *pacing the floor in front of Caliban* And I’m not gonna conversate with you! I’m not gonna invest time in— Caliban: *organizing some Black Market stuff on his laptop, not paying Mad too much attention* I think it’s “converse.” MadPat: . . .Huh? Caliban: *rolling his eyes* Just say “talk.”

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Penn/Pennsylvania: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours. Ozzie: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia over here. MadPat: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred. Ness: . . .You guys can be terrifying sometimes.

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The Detective: Oh, you’re back from that outing. What’d you think of that Patty guy? Ness: I can’t remember how we got on the topic of beaches, but he referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter." The Detective: . . . Ness: I don't know how someone so awesome can be so anxious all the time!

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Mack: You’re making fun of me now, aren’t you? Ozzie: What? Oh, no-no-no, Mack. I’d never—*suddenly points past Mack* MACK LOOK IT’S CALIBAN! Mack: *turns around in a panic* WHERE?! [As it turns out, Caliban is, in fact, nowhere to be seen] Mack: *blinks, pretty much frozen in place* Ozzie: *falls to the floor, laughing hysterically*

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The Hermit: Let's all agree that going up the stairs on all fours is actually the best experience on earth. Penn/Pennsylvania: Conversely, going down the stairs on all fours is actually the most terrifying experience on earth.

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Patty/DancePat: Yeah, so, my latest shift at the club was a little rough. Heh. . . Ness: *concerned* Why are you looking up? Patty/DancePat: I need to CRY, but my foundation cost FORTY-EIGHT DOLLARS.

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The Hermit: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder? Ness: Well. . .I mean, it’s frowned upon. Caliban: Yeah, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier? The Hermit: *nodding along* That’s okay, right?

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LeviathanPat: ¥ðµ kñðw whå† Ì’vê rêålïzêÐ? The Detective: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? LeviathanPat: ñï¢ê †r¥, åñ¥w套

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Ness: So they were just using me? Penn/Pennsylvania: I’m sorry, Ness. Mack: *trying to contain his amusement* You must feel pretty stupid right now. Ness: . . . Penn/Pennsylvania: Okay, that’s a time-out. Mack: No, I was just trying to— Caliban: *using his meat cleaver to gesture to the corner of the room* Go sit over there! Mack: *walks away in defeat*

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Mack: *entering the room, unable to see what's going on just yet* I’m going to dunk on you— Patty/DancePat: *is wearing heels AND is currently practicing some new pole-dancing moves* You’d better bring a ladder, then.

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The Detective: *exhausted from supernatural shenanigans* Please, God, just let me have one peaceful day?! LeviathanPat: Öh m¥ GðÐ, ¥ðµ ågåïñ? Gïvê ï† å r꧆, ßµÐÐ¥! The Detective: I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU!

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Penn/Pennsylvania: A riddle for you, my friend! So it’s raining, right? And you pass a bus stop. There are three people there—your most trustworthy friend, a pregnant lady who needs to go to the hospital, and the person of your dreams. However, your smart car only fits two people. What do you do? Ness: Oh, I’ve heard this one before! You lend the car to your friend so they can take the pregnant lady to the hospital, and then you stay at the bus stop with your dream person! Penn/Pennsylvania: Oh, so close, but wrong. The correct answer is as follows—you go home and reEVALUATE YOUR DAMN LIFE! Penn/Pennsylvania: *grabs Ness by the collar and starts playfully shaking him* YOU! BOUGHT! A! SMART! CAR!

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[Caliban leads Mack over to a closet]

Mack: *walks into the closet* Um. . .what’s in here? Caliban: Oh, it’s just—*turns the room’s light off and grabs the door handle* —YOUR DEMISE. Mack: AHHHHH—! Caliban: *slams the door and locks it*

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@sammys-magical-au @insane4fandoms @b-is-in-the-closet

[awwthenticc]

ETN3 ART DUMP CAUSE I FOUND MY OLD ART FROM LIKE..... LAST YEAR, IF NOT THE YEAR BEFORE!!!!

Im sure there is more. Its just for now, it's what I found cause I was bored. SOOO MAYBE MORE ART DUMPS LATER ^^

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Yo, @neons-trash-blog, your drawing style looks lovely! Great job!!!

Not a problem my amigo! If you ever wanna chat, the asks and DM are always open and happy to chat! Also I’ve been having so much fun with all these asks today! Here’s a drawing I did of Detective recently!

I LOVE IT!! ITS SO COOL

It’s giving animated movie vibes ngl, it would look animated

[gibblebee]

You darted around a corner behind a tattered tent, holding a weapon close to you. Anxiously, you watched the clowns group up and grab a group from the arcade.

You inched closer to the opening of the tent, holding your breath as though it’d help. Your foot crunched against the dirt, looking down anxiously at your shoes.

‘The Rock Star doesn’t get scared. I should have seen crowds bigger than these idiots.’ You encouraged, stepping out fully.

‘But they didn’t have knives..’

Your eyes widened when you heard a familiar scream, making your neck snap to the source. Clowns surrounded Mat and Rosanna, who were tugged out from a building.

“OOOOONE MORE!” The short and blue haired clown screamed, eliciting manic laughter from the crowd.

You swallowed your saliva nervously, fixing your grip on your bloodied bat. You approached the main area, brows furrowing when you noticed the glowing carousel in the middle of the town.

You stopped in your tracks meeting Mat’s eyes behind his yellow lenses, tensing at the frantic shake of his head. He went to mouth something to you, but the clown hooking him to the bars shot their head up.

“FOUND THEM!” A voice screamed from behind you, making you shout and alarm. You went to swing, but quickly you were knocked to the floor with a dusty thud.

Screams of concern came from the group filled your ears, but were quickly drowned out as you were torn from the ground. Your scraped jaw ached from the fresh air, making you wince when the blue haired clown neared.

“You’re lucky I don’t gut ya here!” She bellowed, pressing a knife to your chest. Her nose nearly touched yours, before she jumped back to laugh with her posse.

You were pushed ahead, stumbling with a grunt of discomfort. You were guided to a spot beside mat, getting chained a little too tight (you theorized she did it tighter for your difficulty to find), leaning back against the bar.

Your head rested against the surface, bringing mild comfort to the throbbing that ensued from your ambush prior. You closed your eyes with a heavy breath.

“[Name]..? Are you okay?” Mat whispered, leaning towards you as much as he could.

You peeked open an eye, and gave him a weak nod. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” Mat asked, brows furrowed. The clowns began to yell at Joey, making you let out another tired sigh.

“For not helping.” You grunted, pulling against the handcuffs. “I had a weapon, and I hid.”

“We all hid, [Name]. This is scary, and we’ll be okay. None of this is—“

The carousel began to move, startling you both from conversation. A clown threw up a pair of dice into the air, and it seemed to fall in slow motion.

Just as one landed, a gunshot went off. You looked straight ahead, jolting as you continued to spin.

“Mortimer!” Colleen yelled in excitement, making everyone repeat the name.

You looked to Mat who gave you an encouraging smile, before a loud thud sounded in front of you. A hand grabbed your chin, making you grunt in pain.

“I’m not leaving here without one of you coming down with us!” The clown screamed, stepping back.

They charged up their arm with a knife, and before you could acknowledge any panic..

Your foot raised right to their jaw, sending them flying to the ground with a thud. No movement continued from the ground, allowing you to let out a heavy breath you didn’t know you held.

You glanced to Mat who’s jaw dropped to his feet, eyes blown wide behind his glasses. Despite your fear, you couldn’t help but shoot him a cocky grin.

“Rockstar muscles.”

Mortimer and Calliope ran up, untying everyone to lead them to a building. As soon as Mat was free, he was by your side to lead you in.

“We need to look at your scratch.” Mat muttered, referencing to it on his own face.

“Later.” You shrugged. “We’ve got serious work to do.”

You all moved around the room, and Joey even found celery in a blue fridge. Upon looking at a journal, Mat brightened.

“This is a map!” He exclaimed, showing it tot he group.

“The cork board.” Safiya realized, jogging over with Rosanna and Manny.

“A locked case.” You remarked, peeking over Mat’s shoulder.

“The key!” Rosanna jumped, letting whoever held it through to open the door. Everyone cheered happily, and quickly you slid the dice into the square compartments.

A bright pink light flickered on above the fridge, making the door part open. Your jaw dropped, and quickly your approached.

“Theres a room back here!” You laughed, jumping in immediately. As long as it got you as far from those clowns as possible.

Everyone crowded in, admiring the space in relief. You looked to Mat, who gave you a tense smile. You returned it, before turning to Nikita who began reading a paper.

It explained how the town was trapped in time, and how a sorceress failed to stop the evil ring master. The spell trapping him reached an end, and he was set to break free by sunrise. The way to stop him, was by sacrificing two members of the group to tale part in challenges for the corrupte artifacts. Only one would make it out.

“Jesus.” You breathed out, breaking the silent.

“Okay.. I thought we were gonna save a town, and now we gotta save ourselves.” Rosanna huffed, getting words of agreement from everyone else.

“Eight artifacts?” You questioned. “Joey, you never said we’d..”

You trailed off, mouth going dry. No one filled the silence, afraid to address the elephant in the room.

“Die.” Colleen completed finally, glaring at a now nervous Joey.

“I didn’t come to sacrifice myself—And [Name]? They almost died, trying to protect us!” Mat exclaimed. “And I hardy know anyone here— Calliope you’re amazing.”

The woman smiled in understanding.

“But we didn’t sign up to die here.” Bretman said firmly.

“Okay! Okay! Arguing will get us no where.” Teela decided, spreading her arms out to catching everyone’s attention.

You all went quiet, turning to Joey. “We need to fix the music box.” He decided.

Everyone split up, taking the tasks. Before you could run off again, Mat grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“Calliope found a first aid kid for you.” He said softly, brushing his thumb gently over your chin. You flinched, glancing at the older woman who held a small smirk.

“Alright.” You nodded, accepting the offer. You knew Mat wouldn’t be able to sleep eight otherwise.

And maybe you liked the attention from him—

“We’ll catch up!” Mat exclaimed, getting knowing looks from everyone else.

He sat you down on a chair carefully, pulling one up across from you. He set the med kit down on his lap, digging in it carefully.

“You said you were sorry.” Mat mumbled, shaking a bottle of antiseptic next to his ear. “Why?”

You looked down. “I told you why.” You muttered, frowning now.

“Not fully. You were busy handing that clown’s ass to themself.” He chuckled, a weak attempt at humor.

You smiled before inhaling through your teeth, chin stinging from the antiseptic. He gave you an apologetic look, wiping it gently with a rag.

“I shouldn’t be scared.” You breathed out, trying your hardest not to look into his eyes.

“You were all split up, and I was alone. I tried looking for you and Ro, but then I saw you get taken by Calliope.”

“And then one of them grabbed me, he had that bat around my neck and I panicked. I couldn’t even yell out for you, and I was so scared.” You whispered tearfully. Mat stopped wiping, lowering his head to catch your stare.

“I was scared that no one would notice I was gone, scared I’d die alone..” You rambled, wiping at your eyes. “So I head but him. He fell, and i took the bat and hit him and hit him and then he just.. Passed out.”

“I..” You trailed off, tears falling into your freshly cleaned cut. “I’m sorry because I managed to live then, but I still almost died. I was stuck on that carousel.”

Mat let out a breath, and lowered the med kit to the floor. “Hey.”

He gently took your hands in his, brushing his thumbs over the tops. “Everyone got caught, and we worked hard regardless.”

At your unconvinced look, he took your cheek gently to guide your eyes to his. Wiping at a stray tear, he smiled.

“You are strong. Strong to stay, strong to be here with us.. With me.” Mat soothed softly.

“I would have done the same. At least you tried, its the thought that counts.” Mat smiled. “I got too scared to even throw a stuffed animal.”

At the thought you let our a teary chuckle, sniffling as you leaned into his hand.

“That seems in character for you, detective.” You teased, wiping your eyes on your shoulder.

“Hey, in my defense.. The clown was buff.” He laughed, reaching down for a bandage.

He put it on gently, and his hands lingered briefly before he pulled away. His cheeks went rosy and you stood with a smile.

“Thanks, Mat.”

“Of course. I’m glad to have someone I can trust.” He said, relief flooding his tone. He stood up, taking your hand in his.

“I uh—“ He stuttered, pulling at his collar. “We should catch up with the others.”

“Probably. I’m sure they miss us, detective.” You grinned, satisfied when his cheeks flushed red.

“R-Right.. Lets get going.” Mat breathed out, leading you through the flapping doors.

You paid your hands little mind in favor of walking with him to your destination, enjoying your last moments of content before diving into the eye of the storm.

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a/n

HI! i’m gabby! i write often, but not much in the x reader scene. i wrote this for a good friend of mine and i decided to post it so.. expect some more writing here every now and then :)!

[escapethenightcrack]

[rosealena-4]

sorry for the shit quality i had to download these over discord. however . @escapethishyperfixation drew my silly troublemaker!mat and so i naturally

1. had to post my matching nikita design

2. had to give context /j

(i might redesign him but idk!!!!)

[vqlentinesdqy]

don’t worry dawg3i i will do all the tags for u

lmfao