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lmbiggs · 8 years ago

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YELLING OH MY GOD THOSE NAMES WAAAAAHHHTTTT meet the meat?? The vitruvian woman?? Be mine Valentine?? Sugar daddy?? (Precisely my kink yes yes A++++++) AAAHHH LOVE EM ALLLLLLLLLL

I TAKE THIS AS A REQUEST ON ELABORATION SO BE PREPARED FOR MORE INFO THAN YOU’D EVER WANT.

Starting with just the way you listed them in the ask because there is no easy way to describe chronology in this clusterfuck of a series.

Meet the Meat: Antoinette Fleischauer and Margot Coetzee help provide the Borbelys with meat. The Fleischauer family is a rival meat packing brand and Antoinette is set to inherit, only after seven other people (if at all in this lifetime). Hedvika and Antoinette are reasonable women and they come to an agreement. Antoinette is able to quietly provide “stock” for the Borbelys, through quite underhanded means that she’d rather not go in detail over. In exchange Hedvika will manufacture the deaths of Antoinette’s rival relatives. After all, what’s seven more bodies to her?

The Vitruvian Woman: A Russian Jewish woman with a forgotten name was stripped down and reconstructed by the Auschwitz Eugenicist Labs in 1943. In 1944 she was rebirthed and renamed as a clean slate, the perfect template for the Master Race to use to recreate other Jews. In 1945, when Hedvika Borbely fled she took the newly named Pelageya Reznhika with her. Now, nearly a century later, Pelageya is introduced to Mildred Minh, the teenage daughter of Hedvika’s new head chef of her latest endeavour (a kitchen freely serving human flesh). To Pelageya, Mildred Minh is perfect and as such it only makes sense that she become the future Mrs. Reznhika.

Be My Valentine: Nick Mills knows that he is losing his mind. Shortly after the Incident with the Borbelys and their subsequent escape from justice he is diagnosed with brain cancer. When Clarice Valentine is assigned to him, Nick is so instantly smitten with her that he can’t help but think she’s just another hallucination, just another illusion conjured up by his desperately fighting brain. How any real, living, flesh-and-blood woman could put up with his deranged rambling, assist him with his wild investigations, and believe him is beyond Nick’s scope of comprehension.

Sugar Daddy: Mickey Schreier owns Bela almost as surely as he owns his penthouse. Everything Bela wears, the degrees he earned, the apartment he lives in, the restraining order against an obsessive ex-fiance, Mickey Schreier has bought and paid for in some way or another. The ring that he gives Bela, large and sparkling and envied by everyone who sees it, is just another form of payment. A down payment on Bela’s future. A weight that says just how much Bela is worth, and for how long. Mickey has force fed Bela enough sugar that he’s sure his very bones are starting to rot, not just his teeth.

#the boogeymen series #cannibal kitchen #crazy mills #hollywood horror #bigg fiction #kamikazesoundsociety

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sweetcandyholic · 8 years ago

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SMOL IN THE TRASH CAN! SMOL IN THE TRASH CAN!

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summary: world 4. artie has managed to befriend every cat that regularly wanders the police headquarters. eliza, one such cat friend, comes to him with a discovery. omelette, his bird friend, is unamused.

"ARTIEEEEEEEEEE THERE'S ANOTHER SMOL IN THE TRASH."

Artie looked down from his desk, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “A small?” he asked, watching as Eliza screeched to a halt next to him. His co-workers didn't look particularly alarmed, looking up only to see that Artie was dealing with the screeching kitten before returning to their own work. “What kind of small?”

“...SMOL ME.”

“...A small you??”

“CUTE,” Eliza meowed at the top of her lungs. “FLUFFY.”

Omelette yawned from its perch on Artie’s shoulder as Artie looked increasingly confused. “...Are you sure someone didn’t throw out a mirror?” it asked lazily.

Eliza huffed. “JUST COME SEE-”

A bored Officer snickered as they watched Artie be led around the building by the persistent kitten, who alternated between tugging at his pant leg and very loudly meowing. They eventually came to a stop in front of a trash can on the other end of the Balance. Eliza let go of Artie’s pant leg and began pawing at the side of the can. “IN HERE IN HERE!!”

A soft rustling came from inside, as well as a faint meow. Artie, bewildered, knelt down and pulled aside a few pieces of paper before his hand brushed against something soft, like fur. He got another meow in response, and something batted at his hand.

Omelette looked bored as Artie pulled a small kitten out of the trash can.. “...It really is a small you,” it chirped at Eliza. It yawned. "When's lunch?"

“Of course it is!!” Eliza huffed, sitting and stick her head up proudly. "And I found it all by myself!"

The mystery kitten meowed at them.

“...I’m not going to question how you got in here,” Artie informed the kitten. He looked down. “...Or how you found them, Eliza.”

Eliza hopped up and started pawing at Artie's leg, silently demanding she be picked up as well. "I heard singing!!" she said, as Artie placed her in his lap. She leaned up to look curiously at the kitten in Artie's other hand. "I heard it while I was napping in Adrien's flipper!" Omelette snorted as Artie let out an airy laugh, before he turned back to the mysterious kitten, who was looking up at him with wide eyes. It meowed, one paw reaching up to bat the air in front of Artie's face.

"Hiiiiiiiii."

Artie's eyebrows immediately shot up in surprise. "Hello!" he said, face breaking out into a smile. Omelette leaned down, feathers ruffled suspiciously. "What are you doing here, small one?"

("I'm a small one too!" Eliza insisted.)

The kitten tilted its head best it could, its tail waving in the air beneath it. "...Are you my Candy Parent-?"

("...Can I eat it?" Omelette asked.)

Artie chose to ignore both of his current companions, though he lifted Eliza up so that he could sit cross-legged on the floor. He set both kittens down, one on either knee. "Hmm, I'm not a Candy Parent— Omelette no, you can't eat it— but if you tell me what they look like, I can help you find them?" Omelette huffed, leaning backwards.

("Candy Parents are obviously too big for you to eat!" Eliza informed Omelette.

"Wasn't talking about the parent," Omelette replied calmly.)

The mystery kitten blinked, glancing to the side of Artie's head a few times, before leaning in towards Artie, almost falling over in the process. "...Do you know that there's an angry borb near you?" it whispered quietly.

Artie leaned in, mimicking its movements. Omelette readjusted itself so that it was standing on his back instead of his shoulder. "...What's an angry borb?"

The kitten hesitated before trying to stand up on its hind legs. It unsteadily motioned towards Omelette, before falling forward again. Artie glanced over his shoulder at the bird that was giving him a glare.

"Oh, that's Omelette. Omelette is a friend. Say 'hi', Omelette!" Omelette chirped, but didn't give an actual greeting. Artie shrugged, causing Omelette to be jostled around the air a few times. "That's how Omelette is. And this is Eliza!" He motioned towards the kitten on his other knee, who meowed a squeaky 'hello!'. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Flounder!! M'name is Flounder!!!!" the kitten— Flounder— meowed excitedly.

Artie laughed as he picked up the two kittens, one in each hand, and sat back up, waiting for Omelette to climb back onto his shoulder before he attempted to stand up again. "Oh, you'll fit right in with us, then. The 'borb' is Omelette, and I have another friend at home named Hashbrown! And I'm Artie!"

"Ooh- Why does Omelette look so scary?" Flounder meowed, curious.

"Omelette isn't scary, just cranky all the time. That's how just it is," Artie reassured it. He spotted Xander on the other end of the hallway and attempted to wave with both hands filled with kittens. (He could hear Omelette snort in amusement as the kittens meowed in protest at being waved around.) (He fixed the problem by placing Eliza on his other shoulder, right inside the rim of his jacket hoodie, in case she fell.) On the other side of the hallway, Xander waved with the hand not holding the cup of coffee, though he seemed to lean forward a little and squint in confusion. Artie chalked it up to confusion over why Artie had a cat that wasn't Hamilton, and continued his trek back to his own desk. "Oh yeah," he said, booping Flounder's head with his now free hand, "what does Candy Parent look like? I can help you find them!"

Flounder wriggled its legs, tail waving in the air beneath it. "Uhh!! Do you!! Know anyone with a puffy jacket!! And a long scarf??" It meowed again, wriggling more as it tried to remember more specific details. "They...smell like home. Except. Sweet??"

"I know someone who's sweet!" Eliza piped up, one paw reaching up to bat at the side of Artie's face.

"Maybe I'll have them for lunch," Omelette mused from the other side of Artie's head. Artie wordlessly shook his head at the bird's humor.

Flounder waved its paw at Omelette. "You can't eat them! I wanna bring Candy Parent home to Fish Mom."

Artie hummed in thought. "Hmmm, a puffy jacket, a long scarf, and sweet?" He hadn't been in the Woods for very long, so he couldn't really place anyone with that description... It did sound familiar, though.

"I know I know I know!" Eliza meowed, now batting at his cheek more intently. "Drien is a cookie!"

He grinned, and changed direction to head towards the Detective side of the Balance instead. "Well, Adrien probably smells sweet, right-?" he reasoned.

"...Who's Drien-?" Flounder asked, curious.

"Someone who never has food," Omelette scoffed, ruffling its feathers. It tilted its head in the direction Artie was walking in, and then turned its head to look back the direction they had come from. Huffing, it spread its wings, one "accidentally" smacking Artie in the back of his head ("Ow," Artie mumbled), and took off, flying back towards the hallway they had seen Xander at earlier. "I'm off to find real food."

Shaking his head to rid himself of the small sting, Artie added, "He's a Detective! He was a super detective last month, he'll probably be able to figure out where your Candy Parent is!" He almost walked into the room the other Detectives were all in before he realized his mistake, and he backtracked to find Misae's old office. The door was open, and Artie spotted the head of red hair sitting behind stacks upon stacks of paperwork. Or rather, spotted the hair through the many, many stacks. Artie did not envy him. He lifted Flounder up so that it could see, readjusting his hands so that he was carrying the kitten in a sitting position in his palm rather than grasping it from its middle. "That one!"

Adrien glanced up, obviously startled by the sudden voice, and Artie whispered "Oops" before waving from the doorway. He wondered how strange he must look, with a cat in one hand and another on his shoulder. Eliza meowed in greeting, and tried to stumble off of Artie's shoulder to go give Adrien a proper greeting. Artie grabbed on to her before she could make her escape as he waited to see if Flounder recognized the Chief Detective.

In fact, Flounder was quietly staring at the Cookie Tale's face. It slowly covered its own with its paws. "...He took away Candy Parent," it whispered, so quietly that Artie had to strain his ears to catch the soft meow.

"...Oh." Artie lowered the kitten, cradling it closer to his chest as he gently patted its head with his thumb. "I'm sorry." He looked back up to find Adrien looking at him with a confused expression on his face. "Adrien— er, sir— you made Flounder sad." He added a frown for emphasis.

("Adrien gets sad too!" Eliza meowed. "Like last month!! He was really busy last month!" She attempted to wriggle out of Artie's grasp, but he kept a firm hand on her. They didn't need paperwork flying all over the office, especially with their, er, sudden change in leadership. He also wasn't sure he had the skills required to dig their new Chief Detective out of a mountain of paperwork.)

Adrien looked even more confused. "O-oh? Um, my apologies??" Artie couldn't blame him. Not everyone could understand animals, after all.

"You took away its Candy Parent," he explained, still petting the small kitten reassuringly. "Sir," he added belatedly. "Um, any idea who that is?"

Adrien blinked once, twice, a few more times. His expression slowly changed into one of uncertain understanding. "Well...I...suppose 'Candy Parent' might be Raina," he said thoughtfully. "I...don't think we're allowing visitors at the moment, unfortunately." He seemed to squint at the kitten, as if to see if he remembered seeing it anywhere, but apparently gave up. He instead sat down at his desk again. This, unfortunately, made him shorter than his paperwork, and he completely disappeared from Artie's line of sight.

Artie still had no idea who 'Raina' was. An old friend? A candy shop owner?? Oh wait, visitors?— right, they had arrested someone last month, hadn't they? The Woods Killer?

...Oh. Well then.

"Thank you," he said, glancing around the room. Had the amount of paperwork in the room just doubled? He'd better get out of there, before the Chief Detective was overwhelmed by all of it. Or got buried under it. Or tried to drag him into it. "I'll, uh, leave you to your work, then." He wasn't actually sure if Adrien had heard him, as he left before he could check for a response from behind all the paperwork. He hoped the stack was at least slightly smaller the next time he passed by.

(Eliza insisted on wriggling the entire walk away from Adrien's new office. "I want to go play!" she protested.

"You're going to make Adrien more sad if you do," Artie pointed out.

She meowed her protestations. "But he'll have me to keep him company! And I'm hungry!"

"But none of his work will get done."

"Oh, you're right.")

When they were a safe distance away from Adrien's office, Flounder finally peeked out from behind its paws. "...Is the Scary Cookie gone?" it whispered.

Artie let go of Eliza so that he could properly pat Flounder. "Yeah, Scary Cookie is gone," he assured it, running his fingers through its fur. He stopped at the hallway that would lead him to the prison cells. If Raina was Flounder's Candy Parent, should he take it down to see her? Oh, but Adrien had said she wasn't getting visitors for the moment. Not until they had finalized paperwork, he guessed. Or maybe set up a proper guard post down there, maybe. They had to look after the other one that was there too. Hm. Well, he wasn't averse to looking after the kitten for the moment. And they could look for 'Fish Mom' in the meantime, whoever that was.

His thoughts were interrupted when a rumble came from his stomach, and he laughed at when Flounder jumped in reaction. Flounder apparently decided it didn't want to stay out in the open anymore, as it made a nosedive into the pocket of Artie's hoodie. It poked its head out the side. "Your stomach is yelling!" Flounder meowed.

Eliza voiced her own thoughts from his shoulder. "Food time!!"

"Yeah, Omelette's got a head start on us," Artie mused, heading back towards the Officers area. "Don't worry, Flounder, we'll find your parents for you," he reassured it again, gently petting the kitten on the head. The small kitten looked up at him with wide eyes. It jumped with another rumble sounded from Artie's stomach, louder than the first time, and Artie laughed. "But first, anyone want some lunch?"

#c0nstants #world 4 #stories #sweetwriting #ocs #oc: artie #not my ocs #oc: omelette

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