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sillyclowncircus · 10 months ago

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Oh no, silly brain rot

@o-i-w-u come get some gore

Au where the tsams characters all work at a school- but ya know me, murder murder murder- so uhm- everyone has a small twinge of evil- or a lot

And all the kids are orphans to explain why no one notices kids missing

Ack- murder school

Uuuhm- gore mention besties

Tw: gore, murder, death, children death, esting flesh, EVERYONE IS MURDERERS

Sun does art classes :D he really enjoys painting the most, and red just happens to be his favorite color! And who else but those misbehaving students to provide him with that red paint his loves so much? Whats a little loss of a misbehaving student for the cost of art after all? Besides, hes been teaching these kids for 3 months now! If their art hasnt improved yet, what use are they to him but paint providers?

Moon! Going with that basic bitch science teacher for him. He enjoys science and loves it even! It's such a nice pass time for him, something he can relax while doing! Thats why its so annoying when one of the students have to mess up his relaxation time! How could a student be so stupid to mix ammonia and bleach!? Some students just have to learn by being the victim of their own failed experiments... even if it results in a little death sometimes.

Killcode is a gym teacher. After all, who but the fast predator to be one? Kill code is well aware that he scares the students, and he thrives on that terror. He loves to give students difficult tasks. What does he care that you're getting ropeburn from climbing that 20 foot(about 6 meters, i think-) rope? If you fall, then you best get up and run and keep running til someone else falls, or you're going to find yourself torn to pieces to feed his family and other students.

Earth does both cooking and gardening! She loves planting things! Especially things like Castor Beans, Winter Daphne, and Dendrocnide moroides! She has a love for plants that are dangerous and well... dont be surprised if a Castor Bean seed ends up in your food if you happen to be rude to one of her favorite students. Earth may not like killing, but she does like knowing punishments have been given, even if it results in death. She pften cooks the meat of dead students so it doesn't go to waste. It is a shame to waste such good meat after all... and meat is good plant fertilizer.

Lunar does zoology! He brings animals into the school and lets the students meet them! Who cares if last weeks wolf killed a kid? Not Lunar, he's metal. The wolf couldn't hurt him! The raccoon had rabies, and it bit you? Well, the only way to tell with animals is cutting their head off and sending it to the lab, so say by to your head and off to Moon's lab it goes! And if he so happens to take you outside and into the woods within the schools the 3 miles of fencing? He's just there to feed the animals he keeps, and you happen to be the meal.

Bloodmoon does anatomy! If a body comes in whole, they'd use it to carve ooen and show their class, maybe eat an organ or two. When there's not one? Well... no one is gonna miss that short kid in the back, right? It would be fun to cut open a live one and let their students see a heart pumping, lungs drawing their last breaths.

BM1(Bloody) he especially loves the gore, he personally loves the live students to work on, finding the dead ones boring since they don't squirm and scream. He prides himself in making the students both terrified but intrigued

BM2(Harvest) prefers working on the dead bodies. The struggle of the live ones annoys him, too squirmy, too wriggly. Tho he does hate the cold feeling of the dead bodies, so sometimes he just kills a student the moment they walk in class to have a warm cadaver to work on.

SolarFlare teaches both math and reading. Personally, he doesn't like killing that much... but someone getting answers wrong irks him. He's worked so hard with these students for months, and that can't spell something simple that 'Knowledge' correctly? Or what 2544 ÷ 48 is? It's 53! They aren't worth his time, and he doesn't feel that another teacher should waste their time either. So he kills them, his go-to method being to break their necks so its quick and not too messy.

Solar is the janitor and technician. He's just... tired. There is too much cleaning to do, too many dead kids, and most of all... ugh, Eclipse is annoying. But he doesn't break his role of janitor, knowing that he really has nothing outside this school anyways, so whose gonna judge him for snapped and punching a student who annoys him? No one. At least he's not killing... or if he is, no one noticed... It's amazing what hydrogen peroxide can clean out of clothes after all.

Eclipse is the principal. He doesn't mind all the killing, but he prefers not to get his hands dirty. It's enertaining to watch students come complaining to him, though. He will kill, tho. A student breaming too many rules, making too many messes, out with no hall pass... those who break rules have no place in his eyes. So a quick death should do fine. But if there's one he just particularly hates... He's happy to take his time to peel off someone's skin

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roseofithaca · 14 days ago

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Frozen Hearts

Poking my head back in just because I had an urge to write just to reconcile my two comfort characters.

Set in @idiotwithanipad 's Gore AU, ft her oc Amy and mine Silver. Takes place after her Stolen series.

Sploosh.

The blow startles her enough to have her stumbling forward, a flow of stale energy drink gushing out from her lips. What the fuck?!

"Oh Goddess, hahaha, did I actually get ya?! Haha, oh Fizzy, I'm sorry, that was a real lucky throw!"

Amy turns to see her blind friend at the other end of the corridor, clutching her exposed belly in laughter.

She rubs at her face. Whatever she'd hit her with hadn't hurt, exactly, except from a sharp bite of freezing cold seeping into her skin. Wait...cold? She didn't feel the cold anymore.

Glancing down, Amy spots what remains of the projectile. Clumps of white powder slowly melting into the hardwood floor.

She looks back up at Silver for an explanation, but her hyper friend merely bounces on her toes and bolts out the door, giggling away mischievously.

Amy races after her, slotting one of her looser eyeballs back in its socket. Where did the crazy witchling manage to get a...?

The answer finds her as soon as she runs through the outer wall and onto the abandoned lawn. Her eyes feel ready to burst out once more.

"Mmm?!"

"Surprise! Happy Solstice! Or Christmas, whatever, hehehe." Silver squeals, twirling atop an eight inch layer of fresh white snow.

Stunned, partly wondering if she's dreaming, Amy takes a tentative step out. Beneath the chunky sole of her boot is a satisfying crunch. She walks out to meet her friend, thick fluffy petals of white falling down around them. She glances around in awe. The entire grounds were covered in it. Had she ever seen snow this thick in this part of England? A couple of times, as a kid, maybe, but it rarely lasted. Did not compare to this, which could be mistaken for a Christmas card photo.

What made it even more incredible, was being able to feel it, as a spirit. Not to the point of discomfort, she had no living blood to freeze, no live nerves to shudder from the sharp drop in temperature. Her hoodie and leggins provided more than enough warmth. And Silver, who was showing far more skin than her, didn't seem affected in the slightest.

Her friend giggled and stuck her hands out, fingers prodding at Amy's face.

"Hahaha, are you smiling, Fizzy? I need to know if you like it!"

Amy gently slapped her intrusive friend's hands away and then took one of her wrists, writing into her arm.

'You did this?!'

"Haha, I know right! I've been experimenting with my powers! First it was just playing around with mist, then water, and then I realised I could change the temperature and then Mummy wished me Happy Yuletide when I woke up last night and it made me think - Hey! We deserve a snow day! Hehehe!"

Silver stretched out her arms and performed another twirl, the wind rising up and creating a pretty whirlwind of snowflakes around her briefly before she cast them back up into the air.

Shit. She was getting seriously good at this. The ice to her mum's fire.

"Well? What do you think, Ames? Does it make you happy? Hmm?" She asked.

Silence.

The Pagan blinked and tilted her head; "Ames? Hehehe, if you're not a snow fan then I can get Mummy to melt it all a- FUCK!"

Silver was cut off from a very large snowball smacking her in the nose.

Mango Loco spilled out as Amy laughed, having been subtly rolling that little comeback while her friend had been chattering.

"You bitch! It is ON! Haha!"

Silver stepped back, rotating her hands over each other, summoning the snow to her quicker and creating her own out of magic.

Cheater! But Amy had the advantage of sight, so she bolted for the nearest tree to hide behind.

He's hesitant to leave the cave, clinging to his father's leg. Where has grass gone? Has it all died? Moonah take away because tribe not give good enough offerings?

But the taller children are not acting like this is a bad thing. Riva sister is jogging out, her and Shul brother shoving each other playfully, eager to be the first to dive into the largest pile. Their mother shouts at them not to get their furs too damp but her words are ignored. Even the grown ups seemed to have lost care for such thing, his aunts and uncles and older cousins gathering balls of the strange stuff to hurl at each other, like a game. The balls don't hurt like rocks, they crumble like dirt. Everyone laughs.

"Come on, big idiot! Snow no hurt!" Riva shouts at him whilst she and Shul seem to be moulding the pile they jumped in into some sort of idol.

Fada kneels down and pats his head; "Riva sister right. Rogh no need to be scared. It called snow."

He reaches to gather a handful into his large palm and present it to his younger adopted son.

The boy blinks and hesitates before poking it with a curious finger. He makes a small squeak at the surprising texture.

Fada chuckles, fondly, "Rogh born before last Big Cold. This called snow."

"Snow not dangerous?" He asks, shyly, "Not kill grass and plants?"

"No. Big Cold kill grass and plants. Snow cover like....when we bury Wise Elder after she die, remember? Snow blessing from Moonah. Help bury dead, wash away bad things, then melt when Solar grow strong and bring new good."

He nods, taking in the new information, idly drawing a crescent shape into the snow.

"Snow also big fun! See!"

Riva sister hurls one of the balls at his face. He shakes his head, spitting out the droplets of white slush. He turns to give her a cheeky grin, the glint in his eyes promising that he'll get her back.

Fada laughs and sends him away with a slap on the back. Rogh turns briefly to him.

"Fada come play too?" He asks, fear having swiftly tranformed into excitement.

He smiles, "Later. Fada have to help prepare big Fire first." The cubs will need plenty of warmth to dry off near when they're finished playing.

The ancient creature sneezes himself awake at the feel of something tickling his nose. He lifts his head, feeling a strange, chilly weight on top of him. Blinking, he sees the snowflakes landing gently on top of his palms, a layer of the stuff already tucked in around where he chose to sleep on his flat rock.

"Hehehe, sorry, Mr. Fluff! Did we wake you?"

Grunting, he pushes himself up, giving his mane a fierce shake and sending flutterings of snow all around him.

The cubs giggle and squeal as they jump back to avoid the spray. Both cubs, Happy and Dark Haired.

He turns to them, seeing them wiping the snow off their odd pelts. Dark Haired Cub gives him one of her rare smiles and a wave of greeting.

'We thought you were in your cave.' She signs to him.

He grumbles, a little irritated, but also quite dazed. The cubs are...playing in the snow. Even though they're dead. How...?

Frowning, he looks down at the ground beneath his paws. Carefully, as unsure as he'd been when he was only five Summers old, he presses his paw down upon it. Crunch. Soft but secure.

Snow. Real snow.

He glances up at the cubs, first to Happy and then her friend. He signs to her.

'She?' He asks.

Amy nods, followed by an impressed shrug.

He huffs, padding some more around him, as if reliving that first moment he awoke with his tribe to experience it for the first time. Fada had always said snow was blessing from Moonah. Even when it turn too harsh and it mean staying huddled inside cave with big Fire. Even when it sometimes ruin journey or take away sick cubs and elderly. Snow still gift, said Fada. Snow sign of good things to come.

And he right. His firstborn cub had come into the world during one of the coldest days he'd ever known. Happiest moment of his life, as he'd cradled her in that boot, listening to the snowstorm howl outside the cave.

When the creature looks at Dark Haired Cub, he tries not to imagine Pin cub there in her place, crawling around as she attempted to make a Moonah Stone out of snow. He closes his heart before he mistakes the Witch's child for Kya cub, skipping along trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.

Cubs gone. Tribe gone. These cubs not his. Never forget. Never again.

'You okay?' Amy asks him, humming.

He doesn't answer, just sat looking down at the snow with regrets and longing.

"Hehehe, you can rest in your cave if you want, Mr. Fluff. I made sure no snow got in there. And we'll play quieter so we don't wake you up! Hehe." Silver offered.

Play....

Snow not bad, Rogh. He can picture his father knelt beside him once more. Fada had been a big man, a gentle giant, he would still probably tower over Rogh if he were here. Dimly, swathed in the shadows of far too many centuries, he sees those kind eyes and that patient smile. Snow not bad. Snow gift from Moonah. Snow sign of Good yet to come.

He glances back up at the cubs who are watching him, partly in sympathy and tender concern, but also with an eagerness to get back to their games. The hardened ridges of his heart desire nothing more than to skulk away to his cave and try to rest in peace. Alone.

But another part, a long buried flicker of the curious little cub he'd once been, of the playful father he'd grown into, begins to spark anew.

Grunting, he rises up and pounces forward, first aiming himself for Dark Haired Cub, pushing her back so she loses her balance and falls into a large pile of snow.

"Haha, Ames, are you making a snow angel?! Woah!"

Happy Cub was next, a low hanging fruit being easier to trip up.

"Haha, Mr. Fluff, did you-?!"

Amy grabs her friend's arm; 'Quick, make some snowballs, we'll get our own back!'

"Oh! Hahaha, now this is a party! Me and Ames are gonna make you regret that, Mr. Fluff!" She sends out a laughter, no doubt hoping to rely on her echolation to try to get a trace on where he is.

Grizzling a low laugh, he baits both cubs, hackles raised and back arched. Good luck trying to catch him, even with Witch cub's special powers. Her dark haired friend tugs her sleeve as a signal of where he is, keeping her eyes on him, lips clenched in a twisted smile of joy.

The cubs begin to launch their attacks, hurling their snowballs at him. He starts to run, egging them onto chase him.

After they're bored with the snowball fights, they're building snow men and snow girls and even a snow creature he presumes is supposed to be him but looks more like a legless bear. Once that game is done, he gives each cub a turn at riding on his back as they walk across the land, heading towards the lake.

He can't remember the last time he's seen it frozen over so thick. Maybe before the friar died in it. Briefly, his heart stings at the memory of Lyssie Cub. She'd have loved this, her and all the animal friends she took in....

Happy Cub leaps off his back and skips onto the ice. Giggling away, she begins to glide across the smooth surface, nearly toppling over a little before she finds her balance.

"C'mon, you two! You don't even need ice skates, hahaha!"

Her laughter, once a bane of his cursed existence, is like sweet music to his ears this day, among all the other miracles. Dark Haired Cub is about to join her but then looks back at him, offering her hand.

'Coming?'

He smiles, as best as a creature like him is able.

'Be there in moment. Just need do something first'.

She frowns, giving him a curious look. Then her enlarged eyes raise up to the trees behind him. Her nostrils flare as she catches the scent of burning.

Again, she looks at him, a little more fearful.

'Sure?'

"Me be fine. Cub go play. Promise will join." He nudges her again. Mustn't keep Happy Cub waiting.

She doesn't look too convinced, looking over again, but then nods. Turning, she slides out onto the ice, Silver quickly gliding over to take her hands.

Rogh watches them. Two dead cubs managing to find joy in a Hell such as this. What he'd bitterly convinced himself for centuries was a fruitless endeavour.

He shuffles back into the trees, the burning smell rising the farther away he gets from the girls.

Raising his paws, he signs and grunts.

'No have to hide. Know you there.'

Smoke billowed up into a miniature whirlwind, melting away a patch of snow beneath it, before the wraith appeared before him, her skull rising out from the black plumes and looking at him.

He bowed his head to her. Though she may not be his Mistress anymore, even though he's bound to the Cubs now, she will always have his respect, at least when he's of sound mind.

'Always like to make entrance.' He manages a weak smile as he signs.

There's a flicker of emotion on that burned face, a rise of steam around the eye sockets where tears fail to form. She clenches her withered hand at her side.

"I's been watching thee with the little'ens all day. Their laughter did ring across the field entire...as dids yours." She tells him.

His own? Had he been laughing too? He hadn't realised. Didn't even know he was still capable.

The Witch wafts over to settle beside him, her scorched eyeballs looking out onto the sight of the teenagers slipping and sliding on the ice, laughing as if they hadn't a care in the world. As if they hadn't been dead for years and seperated from the world and people they knew before.

"I never 'magined my darling girl be capable of anything like this." Mary muses, pride in her hissing voice; "When thou dids bring her to me, she be such a fragile thing. Doth thou recall? I thought I woulds have to keep her snug and bundled close, lest she shatter like glass. Now she is nearly as strong a witch as I."

The creature grunts, not that he knows of such matters. He's witnessed both Mary and Cub do tremendous and terrible things with their abilities. Burn men alive to cinders. Explode another man's head while freezing him to ice. But they also bring good with their powers. Cub creates snow and brings back lost memories and sooths his sore head with steam. The Witch settled his mind for centuries when it became too loud and was the only one to ever make him feel....warm again.

"That other me, in the mirror world, who t'other Silver dids call Mummy...She dids leave, get sucked off to the stars, same as Annie. Sometimes I do wonder, if I were to leave too, my darling girl woulds have to take up my mantle protecting these lands..." She sighs, "I do not fear leaving her as I once did. She is strong enough to protect herself now. And she woulds not be abandoned. She doth have young Amy....and thee."

He nods. Of course, he would stay with Cub, if the Witch were to ever go up to the stars. His heart stings at the thought of it though, even after all these months of separation since...what happened. Just knowing that his old Mistress remained nearby was enough, even if she couldn't forgive him. Even if she couldn't bear to be near him.

Not that he conveys that to her. For months he's been burying the hurt in his chest at losing her affections, seeing her grow close to the Cloaked One instead, his position as her 'dear ally' replaced. People leave. They always have. One day even Cubs will go up to the stars and he'll be alone again. Just like Lyssie Cub. Just like Tribe.

But he won't let that knowledge shut himself off anymore. Won't let it keep him from enjoying the sound of cubs laughter or their love. Won't let his mind shatter and become a dangerous, uncaring beast again.

A hand settles atop his mane and he flinches.

Mary raises it, "Forgive me...I don't deserve thy trust."

He frowns. His trust? Wasn't it hers in him that he'd broken?

The Witch's bony fingers curl together as she brings it to her chest.

"Perhaps I acted harshly. I believed that in taking away thy memory, I was righting my wrong. For t'was I that put the image in thy head...of the little'ens as babies." She confesses; "I wanted thee to understand what drove me to my madness. What caused me to lose control to the points I dids bring my wrath upon the one who hath been dear to me for so long..."

Her other hand reaches out, fingers inches from his face. A brief burning sensation, too quick to be painful, warms across his eye. There lays a secret scar, visible only to those who look deep, forever marked after her attack on him in the space between worlds. The moment he turned on his Mistress, determined to protect the cubs, even if it cost him painfully.

"And yet...Thou dids forgive me. But I were not willing to grant thee the same. Thou dids understand my heartbreak so well that it drove ye insane also....And I condemned thee for it, when instead I shoulds have showed thee empathy."

Rogh dips his head, 'Got told what happened. Me lied. Me abducted. Me...try to brainwash...replace cubs heads with my own...'

Not worth saying sorry again, even though he had done after he was first told. No good apologising for something he can't remember, something he'd tear his own heart out before doing in his right mind.

"No worse than mine own crimes, old friend."

Friend? Did she....really still consider him that?

'I shan't denies my anger or that I dids need time to think....but watching thee play with the girls, that which I always hoped ye woulds open thy heart again, to be a father of sorts....has made me realise. Four hundred years since our first meeting...Our bond be far too importants for mere moments of madness to tear apart."

He raises his eyes to her, trembling a little. Is she saying that she's...forgiven him? He isn't sure if he deserves it, but he'd be a fool to test it.

'But Mary have new ally now?'

The Witch laughs. It makes him chuckle a little, he's rarely heard her laugh like that, only occasionally when with her cub.

"Oh, thou means Head Bit? He be pleasant enough company when we discuss our girls, but...He still be an old Lordy Flapjack at times!" She mocks, lightly, "He be an ally, sure, but never my..."

They meet each others eyes intently. The Wraith and the Beast. Two ancient, scarred souls bound by centuries of trauma. Both having turned their backs on the world and closed their hearts except for each other, their own companionship enough to get them through each day after day, until the cubs came into this land.

It's then that the creature realises there is no word to define what they are. Not in any language he knows of. Soul mates? Possibly. Or as Happy Cub would properly say, "BFFs".

This time, when the Witch reaches her hand out, Rogh moves close, letting her rub his head. He reaches a paw to enclose his fingers around hers, squeezing it slightly.

Oh. He's missed this. He's missed her, more than his primitive language can describe.

And judging from the tears steaming around her eyes, so did she.

'Please. If me lose mind again. No be afraid to do what be done.' He begs her.

She nods.

"And I trusts I cans counts on thee to do the same." She smiles.

He nods. Though, if such a thing were to happen again, he might need Happy Cub's help in containing her mother. But that was a vow they could both hold up. A promise to always save each other, even from themselves.

Gently, he tugs her arm.

'Come join? Play with cubs?' He invites.

Mary chuckles again; "I fear ifs I do try skatin', the lake shall melt beneath my frame, ifs not turn to clouds. Best I remain a spectator. But thou shoulds go. Someone's needs to supervise them."

Feeling honored beyond belief, he nods, turning away to begin heading to the ice where the cubs are attempting to race from one side to the next without falling flat on their faces.

"Dearest Ally." The Witch calls.

He turns to her.

"...Thou is welcome to return to our grove this eve. I woulds rest easy knowing thee be close to our little'en...and to me. If ye wish to come home..." She requests, rather bashful for an almighty fiery wraith, resembling more of the nervous but sweet woman she'd been in life.

A warmth spreads within the creature's long rotten heart at the invitation. His eyes water briefly before he sniffs, suppressing the emotion for now.

Tears can come after play.

#bbc ghosts fanfic #robin the caveman #mary guppy #silver guppy #amy bone #gore au

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