#little nightmares oneshots

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X1 _ A Tame Flame

First - A Small Quiet

The Pale City subsisted as a broken and all but abandoned plain, filled with headstones worshipping the spike driven into the heart of the urban spread. Rain fell for the majority of the hours that rose and fell with the tempered light slipping through the thicket, the ever thickening of stratosphere curled around the distant glimmer of the signal beacon. Sometimes the cloud cover was so thick for so long that it seemed the sun had faded into fantasy, and nothing but the tentative sheen of lamps lining roads afford the denizens passage through the suffocating black. The electric system which held on by caretakers tasked by unknown commands carried on the duties, or had a vague idea of time long gone that demanded the lights work, thus the televisions could jabber about the latest deals, or rising trends in fashion styles. Only few of the denizen to the city borders had the capacity to decide if they should follow such compulsions, others would rather charge after the charming melodies… even if that meant diving into a chasm which separated them from the piece of medium.

When the gales rebelled against the slicing rain, the windows chattered about the creaking interior of the buildings they observed. Some of the glass blades held better than other frames decayed and nullified of barriers, it left rooms shielded from the cleaving elements in better state. Usually a room here or there, since erosion still bore through walls and the weight of an endless chiseled cleaved the flesh from the buildings surface. The guts of these buildings creaked and groaned, bellowing about the state of the structures spine or how the knees might buckle. And always, the presence of rain drummed across the walls, becoming lost in the twisted warrens chewed through the towering monoliths.

The floors hummed as somewhere far distant and lost in the swirling storm, a skyrise lurched sideways but favored not to fall. Not yet. It was thinking about it, about giving up and crumbling into a pile of concrete speared by rebar and splintered bits of wood. For this hour and whatever consisted of a ‘day’, it would stand a while longer and endure the punishment the storm wrought.

Elsewhere, one structure held defiantly against the storm, and received the blasting pellets of icy water as if it was a contest. The outward countenance gave no hint of its interior segments, but nonetheless it remained steadfast – despite a domino of buildings ground into an obscure heap of jagged cement hills mashed into its side.

Deep within the knotted halls, the rain found its way into everything. The water trailed across veiny shapes carved into the plaster walls, icy pellets plopped onto the glossy and slimed floors. With each crackle of the ceiling struggling with the icy trace of intrusive waves, the bulbs glittered, but the tentative current of electricity held.

A curious thing happened in one room. A shy flicker of light alit on the floor and huddled, steady for but a breath. When a shrouded heap lunged from the gloom, the crafty glimmer vanished.

The child stayed stock still above where the intrusive glare once was, both hands capped to the dingy floor. He breathed hard, the edges of his coat tail fell against his dusty pant legs. He wondered… was done. Caught? It might escape again.

Very carefully, the boy eased down to his knees and hung close to the floor, the edge of his hat settled beside his bent elbow as he knelt down further. And further still. One hand remained latched to the floor, his fingers – sticky and sweating for once – flexed as he tried to keep no gap from appearing. Then very-very-VERY cautiously, watching with every ounce of his focus, he lifted his palm by a crease.

Stunned, he snapped his entire hand off the floor and gaped.

IT HAD FLEE!

Mono rested on his haunches, hands keeping his balanced as he flashed his gaze across the room. It was murky, but for the dull lamp standing in the corner; the lampshade atop the pole practically dissolved. His gaze skimmed a small cabinet, a collapsing dressed, a chair, then the couch over by the corner of the room. No trace of the glimmer flame snatched his rapid examination, and he racked his mind with details. How was fast? Children were fast (they needed to be), so were insects, and small animals. He had not seen it move.

Though the flame was not an animal or other living thing. It was a piece of fire, like an ember. It was a strange burning thing all the same, cause the light bulbs and refrigerators would make him hot or burn him if he wasn’t careful. The small flame came and went without trace, and he hadn’t figured if it was warm yet.

On the spur of a twinkle, he lunged at where the glittering light flashed. This time, it was skipping away from each pounce he made. He snort, next jumped a pile of ruble that had fallen from the ceiling (at some point), and plopped onto a flattened shirt. He expected the glittery flame to singe the fabric, but it didn’t.

It sort of made him think of the smoldering light from the smoke sticks. Mono was familiar with fire and smoke and embers, he had never seen one without the other. This was definitely some sort of ember, like what the Thin Man ate. But the Thin Man ate smoke, or did he eat fire? He decided the Thin Man would like this bit of ember.

A gravelly cackle was stifled by the man in the hat.

Mono halted to hold the flame with a glare. It stopped moving, maybe because he stopped moving? He didn’t know for certain, but it was stopped and so was he. But he needed to catch his breath after all the dashing and pouncing. It was also second nature to curb the ragged heaving of his breath, he could not make a lot of noise. It might alert some creature, and it could make the light zip off once more.

At times, it almost seemed alive. He had watched it flicker across the floor a few times, as if it were a curious beetle rooting for a hidey place. And right now, the light began shuffling across the floor. Mono tried to adjust his hat as he leaned over, but realized in all the jumping it had fallen off somewhere. He scratched his matted hair of out his eyes, and tried once more to look closer at the flame. It was scooting to the side, then curved back and began… inching closer to him.

Without breaking eye contact, Mono curled his spine back and pulled his arms up to his sides. He arched his hands up with his fingers splayed like claws, his unblinking eyes all the time locked onto the glittery light. His movement was so controlled and skillful, it had not startled the light into a retreat – that happened before. This time, he would wait for the perfect moment to strike. He held his breath and wound up his muscles….

On the couch, another snicker purred under the static. Mono didn’t care what the Thin Manor his hat thought. This was the way to catch skittery bugs. If he messed up this time, the shiny might dash into a crack, never to be seen again. He didn’t know if it could bite, or if it might burn… he remember the time he snagged the beetle, but the jagged jaws gave him a bad bite.

When the glimmer came just an inch shy of striking range, it stopped and shimmered on the floor. He watched it carefully without a twitch, and maybe the shiny suspected he was observing it. Maybe it was waiting for the right moment—

He lunged faster than an arm, faster than a blink of chittering static. That had to have done it! He had to have caught it.

A spray of dust smashed into his eyes and he needed to blink so hard before it turned mushy and seeped out between gummy tears. No matter what, he wouldn’t move his eyes off his crossed fingers, lashed over the place where the flickery bit was. He tried to feel for movement or heat, or anything else that might clue him in if he was successful. Would he feel anything? He didn’t feel anything right now.

Pressing his palms down firmly, he scooted through the thick dust on his knees and very slowly pried his palms away from where the gleaming thing had been.

Somehow! It appeared right on top of his hand, barely when he shifted it away from the spot. Out of reflex he launched backwards, anticipating a terrible pain or an ugly mark to appear on his hand. After retreating a safe distance, he brushed off his hand and checked for damage.

He gazed utterly petrified at the lack of anything awful. The back of his hand and sleave was the usual drab blotchy colors it always was. His skin was not blistered or bloodied, or oozing. The sleeve of his coat stayed intact, with no scorching – just the usual ravels from the worn fibers, but nothing new.

Shoving the back of his hand to his face he gave his skin a lick, almost cringing at the expected tenderness that came with checking a wound. Nothing. Just dirt and crumbs from whatever he’d been eating on earlier – he didn’t remember what, it was bland.

The glittery light flashed over a rumble in the carpet, curious about what he was doing. Without hesitation, he lashed for the glimmer. It retreated, as he expected. But he wasn’t hurt like he had thought prior, and could give chase fully.

On the couch at the other side of the room, a slight smirk crossed the sheltered face beneath the hat. Mono didn’t like the look, but he would feel better when he showed the Thin Man. He always thought Mono was a simple dolt, but he would show the man and his hat. Mono was good at catching anything he wanted. He did good tricks, he protected the Thin Man. The small glimmer would be a wonderful gift, and the Thin Man would smile in the favorite way.

But for now, Mono had to use all his agility and spryness to corral this flashy thing.

Sometimes he lost track of it in the dust, and for a while the shimmer doused. Mono turned over scraps of wood or tussled tatters of cloth practically embedded with the soot crushed into the floor. His diligence always paid off, and the glittery thing darted from its hollow or hole or the crack he overlooked. Always it managed to evade that fully body lunge from Mono. He was quick to scramble upright and continue the pursuit, with a snort and a snarl in his throat.

If the Thin Man was gonna be a jerk and snicker at Mono’s efforts, then he’d just eat the glimmer thing himself. If it didn’t hurt him, that is. It wasn’t like the embers he was familiar with, it was animated and knew Mono was hunting it. If it didn’t care, he would have it caught ages ago.

It was nice to chase something, though. Usually Mono was running for his life or trying to decide the best trick for a danger - usually a Snatcher (Viewers weren’t hard to figure out). He’d catch fish for Her, but most of the time if food scraps went scarce, he would prowl for insects. They weren’t hard to catch, but some didn’t taste right and others slipped into crevices he couldn’t get into. Then, they disappear forever.

He scampered after the glittery thing, clawing across his hands and feet or managing on his own two feet. Most of the time he wasn’t paying attention to where his feet went, he stumbled all the time, and barely stayed on his toes without crashing to his face. The wonderful coat snapped at his heels as he twisted on a dime, and skid onto his side whenever he lost traction. He was always swift to get back onto his feet and resume, practically clawing after the fluttery shape.

And then he nearly smashed head first into the wall, if hadn’t tripped again and did three full summersaults. He did collide with the wall, but not as bad as he might’ve if he was charging full force with his head tucked down and his arms out.

As for the glittery light? It slipped right up the wall, just like a bug. It stopped a few feet up, flashing just like an ember. It was yellowed and glittery, and very pretty. Mono wanted to taste it first.

He leapt, but was just out of reach. After a brief glance around the floor and for anything that might assist, but finding nothing, Mono returned his gaze to the glittery shape. It hadn’t moved much. It sort of looked like it was breathing.

Mono was breathing hard too after all the running. While it was going nowhere, he rubbed more of the crust and dust from his eyes. And stared. Or glare. It hadn’t gone anywhere, still.

Another giggle rippled through the static. Mono would show him. He’d catch it. That’d show the man and his dumb hat, that Mono could do anything he put his mind to.

He jumped again. When that didn’t work, Mono plucked up some debris and chucked it at the thing. No of the bits of wood or whatever got close to smacking it. The thing didn’t even budge. It made Mono huff and puff his cheeks. He could do this.

He could feel the Thin Man staring at him and his failure. He knew the Thin Man had the dumb smirk, too. He was probably tapping his finger on his knee, waiting to see the next silly thing Mono did. And, to watch the light flash away.

The glittery thing inched down a bit. And Mono crouched, prepared and coiled. He waited until it was in close enough range, then leapt!

He’s sure he slapped it. He’s sure he snatched at it. But the light stayed right where it was, on the wall sitting on a crack. It didn’t vanish into the crevice or anything like that, it didn’t slip away, or dip out of reach. It stayed put, right where he could see it. But he couldn’t grab it. He was sure he looped his fingers around it. This didn’t make sense.

Then it vanished without a trace, and Mono was left crouched – prepared for another lunge – panting hard, as his eyes remained locked onto the wall. The room around his was steady and hushed, if he ignored the Thin Man’s dumb snicker.

Mono moved his eyes off the wall and began searching around. It must’ve fallen somewhere—

“O̷͕͘v̶͚̈́ḙ̶͒r̸̫̈ ̸͔̃ Ḧ̶̹́e̷͇̅r̶̪͝ë̶̜́.̷̦̅.̸͇̓.̷̣͝.̵̨̌”

He zipped around, eyes darting across the floor and searching the gloom for the tale tell highlight of the glinting flame. Not in the dust. Not on the clump of socks….

“A̶̘̎l̴̙̿m̷̜̐o̸̢̔s̵̭̍ṱ̷̏.̵̬̈ ̴̠̎ G̵̥̒ẻ̶͎t̵̜̄t̵͉̍i̶̇͜n̵̳͂g̶̯͠ ̵̣͝ W̵̻͒a̵̭͌r̶̛̙m̸̖͒e̵̪̓r̷̜̍.̴̬̃.̵̡́.̷̩̄.̴̨̎”

That confused him, but he didn’t think too much about it. His eyes dashed across a patch of mold, and then at last became entrapped by the shimmer of the flame. A throaty snarl burbled in his throat right as he lurched, almost but just missing the glimmer when it retreated. Fast.

It was getting tired, he could tell. The glimmer zoomed only beyond his leaps, but he had a chance to gather back some strength and resume his very important task. If he kept at it a bit longer, it wouldn’t be able to get much further.

The glimmer darted to the right, then his left. Another lunge and a big pounce, another cloud of dust smacked him in the face. Without care for his aching eyes he made another long jump, completely missing how fast the floor came to his palms. The impact jarred up his shoulders and for a moment he was blinded, between the murk of the room and the powerful sneeze that erupted from his nose.

“Ack-eh,” he growled, struggling between a wheeze and crushing the shock in his frame. Another tremor wracked his body, but he wouldn’t let himself make a sound that would alert a threat. “Keh!”

Searching the floor over, the light didn’t glide under his sharp gaze. He thought a shimmer peaked at the edge of his vision but before he could check, another painful convulsion pulsed through him. “Hick! Kech-ugh. Spee! Eck!” He was no good like this, and proceeded to rub at the dust on his face.

For a splint second he brute forced through the snorts, and managed to check the floor over for his target. He glimpsed the Thin Man, when he returned the small blade to his coat. The tall figure hunched over and put his face into his hands. That was all Mono made out, his gaze still sought that glimmer of light, and tears poured from his eyes. He tried to clear his nose of the fuzzy-burning, but no amount of snorting made the scratching less.

“Hah-kuh!” He tucked his head down, but it was thunderous in his ears. His dry throat became more dry and parched, while another tremor ripped through his chest. “Kuhh! Huff!” He pulled the collar of his coat over his head and struggled to contain the persisting cries he couldn’t stop. Tears streamed from his eyes, but his nose burned with how dry it was. How was that even possible?

A whole new sound croaked from his strained throat, as finger looped around his middle. He tried to squirm away before the grip locked tight, but another snort bounced from his throat.

“O̶̖͝h̷́ͅ ̷͓̓ D̵͖̎e̴͓͂a̵̻͂r̶̯͝,” the static warbled. “Ẉ̷̐h̴̡̀ã̸̼t̴͓͝ ̵̢͂ H̷͙͋a̵͖͑v̶͇͌ë̸͇́ ̸̱̿ Ý̵̹ơ̶̝u̴̱̅ ̸̼̾ M̴̠͒à̷̭n̸̘͠a̵̼͠g̸͍̍e̷̠͗d̶̛̬ ̵̫̒ N̴͉̒ǒ̷̦w̶̲͗?̴̼̄”

Despite losing track of the floor, Mono writhed at the grasp fitted around his chest. He could see nothing but blurry grays and black, but he knew he was moving. Another painful burst rocked his head.

“That was quite a S̶̞̓n̴̰̈́e̴̬͌e̵̞̽ž̷̰ẽ̷̠.̸̣́”

The click of the Thin Man’s steps barely come through, as Mono contends with another explosive shudder. Will this ever end? A sneeze was common enough with wandering through dust and tickling particles, but this was something else. He was cursed! He wanted to chew on the Thin Man’s finger, but between the suppressed tremors and having worked so hard – for nothing shown – he was exhausted. He didn’t realize the Thin Man was not moving and didn’t pick up the noise of a faucet hissing, and he barely registered a cold rag pressed to his face.

He growled but didn’t fight the pressure away. Also, another lurch robbed him of all sense. It took a moment for him to realize he was sitting on a dusty surface, it felt like the countertop he was crawling over a while before.

“H̴̜̉ơ̵̡l̴̡͆ď̴͓ ̸̼͊ S̶̳̍t̴͔͋e̵̼̽a̷̪͘d̷͙͆y̷̽ͅ.̸̲̈́ ̸̲̽ C̸̢̀e̵͕͑ȁ̸̗s̸͖̍é̵̼ ̶͈̀ that S̶͉͐q̵̡̇u̵̱͋i̴̟͝r̶̠͆m̴͙͌i̶̯̾ń̴̬ḡ̶̖.̸̙̔”

He didn’t get what the Thin Man was rumbling about, but another of the powerful tremors jarred him all the same. The stiff rag rubbed harder at his face and more of that tingling bitterness surged inside his head. Before he could get a breath in or wind up, his teeth chattered against the blow. This time, it helped that the rag cushioned his face. He could see a bit more, but he still blinked at the grit rolling in his eyelids.

“Try S̸̭͋ó̶̡ṁ̵̥ḙ̶̚  ̷̲͌O̵̜̓f̵̘̂ this.”

The grip around his chest vanished and soon after, the wet edge was pressed to his mouth. He didn’t realize what was happening before bitter liquid splashed his face. Water from the faucet always had a strange tang to it, but he preferred it to the puddles he sipped at. It wasn’t enjoyable having water splashed across his face and soaking his nice dry coat. This time when he snorted, it was mostly from the water surging up his nose.

“T̷͚̉a̴̼͗ḵ̸̽e̶̞̕ ̶̬̚ I̸̼̐t̸͚̚ ̶̝͗ Ę̶̂ả̷͙s̵̤̀ȳ̷͖.̴͍̓”

Mono didn’t bother hissing when the cup went away, to be replaced by the stiff rag. Another series of jolts and half snorts went into the rag, but it absorbed the worst of those noises. The Thin Man was cackling again, and his fingers shook around Mono’s waist.

“For the Tower. T̸̠̽h̷̩̚o̸̫̿s̸̨̉e̵͎̽ ̸̼̆ are ̴̪̾S̸͇͂o̸̦͒m̵͔̕e̷̥͂ ̵̟́ Ň̶̰ǭ̵i̴̮͠s̴͈͘e̴̛̩s̶͕͆.̵̥̍”

Mono wanted to yowl at him, but he was busy with another hack. It wasn’t as offensive as the ones before, and after another chocked-wheeze, the intensity was down somewhat. He hung with his face pressed fully into the damp rag, and arms dangling under him. The Thin Man rubbed at his back and that felt nice, despite everything. And the laughing.

“There you go. Much better.”

Mono was disappointed. He tried so hard to catch the glittering light thing, but it was probably long gone by now. The Thin Man didn’t care, or he could’ve just been happy Mono was willing to try so hard to make him happy. Another stiff grunt bolted out of Mono, but he barely felt it. His nose still itched and he tried breathing through the stuffiness.

“D̷̰̈́ö̶͓́n̴͉͠ę̶͑?̷̱͒”

Before Mono could dwell on the rustle of the Thin Man’s tone, he was lifted from the dusty countertop and set onto the floor. Without the rag against his face, the dry and musty air brought another bought of sneezes. The intense cough and huffing ebbed quickly, especially after Mono gave his whole face a hard rub. His vision hadn’t cleared entirely, but the clicking steps of the Thin Man faded on the other side of the kitchen.

Are to leave? For go?

The Thin Man didn’t go back to the room with the couch, and the glittery thing Mono had tried to catch. A cloud of smoke swelled under the hat, the dark tinges cleared somewhat as the tallest creature turned a corner and stepped into a room.

Picking up speed, Mono charged into the room – he anticipated it to be empty, but it was hard to tell when the Thin Man used his powers. He felt the crackle of energy and from the doorway, the lights doused briefly; sometimes the lights dimmed just because of the Thin Man being around.

Nope. The Thin Man was not in the room he had stepped into.

Leaving Mono to stand a bit inside the entry, his head tilted. At his back, the crisp steps echoed through his head.

“T̵̺͂h̴͙͂e̴͕͐ṙ̵̻ě̶̩ ̸͖̅ I̷̭͝s̶̖̒ ̵͖̊ T̸̟͆h̷̥̏e̴̻̾ ̷̼͝ Ḅ̴̒o̷̲͌y̶̭͗.̷̭̊”

Mono raced from the room and searched the corridor, though there was nowhere that the Thin Man could have ducked away to. It was long, and the pulsing light briefly concealed the entire space until the power restored.

The Thin Man was out here, he’s sure. But the tall man and his hat vanished without a trace. He was very good at that.

Movement snatched Mono’s eye, and he whipped his head to inspect the shoe settled to bent floor panel to his left. Instincts kicked him into a dive, but he managed to tilt his head back to view the towering figure that appeared without a tremor. The cloudiness in his eyes and sinuses made him miss that unmistakable pop and fizzle that announced the Thin Man’s powers. Or, the Thin Man was just that good at sneaking up on Mono.

He hated that.

“W̸̯͗ȟ̸̡o̷̭͆ò̴̼p̴͉͝ş̷̈!̸̙͌ Better watch Y̵̲̕o̸̪͗ů̷͚r̵͖̍ ̷̭͝ S̵̝͆t̶͖͊e̵̻̊p̴̏ͅ.̸̝̔”

Before Mono could hiss back, he had fallen onto his butt and slammed to his back. When his vision drained of the smokey fog, the Thin Man was no longer shadowing him with his tallest shape. It took barely a second for Mono to recover himself and sit up.

Game. The Thin Man wanted to play a game. Mono liked to play games with the Thin Man, but he preferred to choose the games. Whatever. The Thin Man wanted to play, and it was rare when the tall adult wanted to.

To begin, Mono was supposed to search the rooms and corridors. He didn’t get that far before he exited the corridor, into the next large room filled with furniture. Another exploring place for hide, but no food stuff.

The dimmed bulbs indicated the Thin Man was teleporting, but Mono wasn’t sure where. He opted that behind him would be the spot. It was obvious. He lunged through the dark, but something snagged his ankle.

“W̵��ͅh̸̘͝e̵̦̓r̸͔͆e̶͗ͅ ̵͎̓ A̵̛̪r̶̰̓e̶̯͐ ̸̧͗ Y̵̢͋ọ̶͋u̵͚̓ ̴̰̆ G̴̈́͜o̷͍͘i̴͎̚n̸͓͊g̵͉͒?̸̛̭”

The tight pinching lifted his foot, as with Mono, until he was suspended a ways or something above the moldy carpet. Upside down. Mono wrenched his foot tethered in the vice hold, but he was held fast. He stopped fighting to get himself right side up and instead dangled, so now he stared... down? at the Thin Man - who looked like he was standing on his hat.

“I̵̼͆  ̸̩̓À̸͉m̵͕͠ ̷̰̊ R̷̳̐i̴̘̐g̵͎̎h̶͓̎t̷̰͊ ̶̢̉ H̴͉́e̶͍̔r̵̟̕e̶͊͜.̵͌͜”

Mono’s ankle was released, allowing him to plop onto his hands and feet. He stumbled as he rocked back to his toes and propelled himself upright, he ripped around – briefly recalling his own powers – and collided with the knee planted to the carpet. He clamped his arms around the Thin Man’s thigh and bit as hard as he could, determined to keep the tol figure from dissolving into static.

“Keep,” he rasped. The current buzzed through his ears and rattled his bones. “Mm! Have.”

Nothing was uttered, but the electric sizzling pulsed through his skin. Mono kept a tight grip on his Thin Man, he caught him, he won. The Thin Man had to stay for him now. After a long time of nothing happening, Mono untangled his teeth from the fiber of the pant leg and turned his face up to the figure arched above him; the face remained partially sheltered by the hat, only the eyes glittered in their spooky way that was familiar to Mono. It could be scary to look at the Thin Man when his face was stony and reflected nothing, especially when the static bristled across Mono’s skin. The smoke stick smoldered against the edge of light creeping across the hats rim, and a swell of smoke swam into the yellowed light.

“Have. When caught, mm’keep. Mm-hm.” A lot of times when he tried to explain how things worked, the Thin Man stared at him but didn’t speek. “S’important. For keep.”

“H̴̳̏m̸͉̊m̷̝̽.̷̜̓.̸͕̇.̸̯̉.̴̺̐”

“Mm-hm.”

“You K̵̯̿e̵͎̓è̴͈p̴͉̎ me?”

He nodded. “Uh-huh. Impor-ent. Und-Eer sand?” The Thin Man sort of snickered.

“N̶̺̚o̶̼͑.̶̰͐”

Mono fixed the Thin Man with the fiercest glare he could manage. “S’come tuh’ooo.” That made the Thin Man duck his head down and his spindly frame to shake. Laughing again! He was stupid. “S’will,” he growled. “Y’see. S’come.” He buried his face against the dense fabric of the knee and sniffled.

The Thin Man always pried at Mono, asking if, “U̸̽͜ń̵̩n̵̘̾e̶̢̾ṛ̷̛'̴͈̅ ş̸̃ą̵̓n̴̻̽d̸̰̔?” Or whatever. But the tall man and his hat didn’t understand anything either. It was important to have someone, and Mono wanted to keep the Thin Man. The other kids didn’t want the Thin Man like Mono did, they couldn’t know how to find him the best food, or trick the horrible monsters. Mono did all of those things.

He did all that for H̶̛̰͔̤̒͝e̴̻͊̆̄r̶̟͇̐̓̈́ too, but she didn’t care either. After everything he did and how much he fought, all the hurt he had taken... She didn’t want him.

“C̷͕͠h̵̛̭i̵͖̔l̷̗͑d̶̩̒.̸̰̀”

Mono crushed his face against the leg and growled in his throat. Fingers prodded at his back. Hard.

“Nuh,” he mumbled. A crackly sigh drifted through the dark space his eyes occupied.

“Y̸̙̓ő̷͙ú̴̞  ̴̘͋A̴̯̿r̵̘̾ȅ̶̘ ̶̭͊ B̷̙̀ē̵͓i̸̯͗n̵̠̔ǧ̷̭ ̷͈̔ F̸̰̾o̵̡͠o̸̝͑ľ̶͇i̴̟͛s̴͖͒h̴̻̐.̷̹͑”

“Yoo fooh-ish,” Mono mumbled. It got very quiet and the static vibrated through his head; a dull ache whittled at his forehead like a beetle sting. He hissed and tightened his arms on the threads of the Thin Man’s pant leg.

The edge of his collar wretched him away from his perch. Of course he fought to get loose, before the Thin Man could disappear again. This would be impossible, because his feet dangled in midair and he was still sketchy on teleporting without a solid surface under his feet – that thought frustrated him, and a creaky snarl leapt from his throat.

Rather deposit him aside or toss him, he was coiled up in fingers and tucked close to the smokey collar of the Thin Man’s suit.

“Ị̵̆s̸̙̄ ̸́ͅ T̴̹̋h̸͍̑ä̴͕́ț̷̋ ̸͍̅ N̴̙̓e̷̛͇c̴̦̐e̴̻͒s̵̤̈́s̵͇̋a̴͗͜r̶̘̔y̵̨͠?”

Mono rubbed his damp face on the crisp collar, and hid his face beside a fold in the fabric. “T’glow.” He winced when the Thin Man used his power to glitch out of his kneel, it gave him the same sensation of falling, which he didn’t like.

“H̴̟͘m̵̢̆m̵̭͝?̸̗̊”

Sometimes the Thin Man’s rumbling noises felt nice, too. “Shiny. S’glow.” The steady clicking of the Thin Man’s steps rolled across the narrow walls of the corridor, and the bulbs shimmered with each tap. The Thin Man’s thumb brushed against the clumps of hair sticking to his forehead. Sometimes fizzing and humming crowded Mono's senses when the Thin Man flashed across a span of the floor, but other times the tall figure dipped forward to clear a doorway. It never ceased to unnerve Mono to rock backwards while in the Thin Man's grip, but with the coil of fingers around his back he felt secure enough. And he always had his own fingers knitted into the suit threads.

“Didn’ catch.” One time he caught a fish for Her, and that made him think She would always be Together. But he’s almost certain the Thin Man would like the ember. “Am tried.”

“You are tired?”

The Thin Man was strange. He didn’t understand how much Mono worked or what it meant to Mono that he could keep. These things made Mono the best, but the best of Together and share didn’t mean nothing to kids that didn’t care.

The dulled light of the broken lamp flared timidly as the Thin Man crossed the room, his glitchy form dissolved then into nothing, then reappeared beside the couch. Mono blinked against the acrid glare, but settled to turn his gaze away. It still bothered his tinder eyes, but after scrubbing more of the crust off his face, he felt a little better.

“Shiny,” he muttered, again. He did turn his head more around to see some of the floor, but he didn’t expect to find the glittery thing wandering through the dust. “Was catch.”

“The… light?”

Mono shook his head. Sort of. He adjusted his feet against the Thin Man’s fingers. “Nuh-un. T’glow.” He did shuffle around to face the Thin Man, and reached up to his face. “Flicker.”

“T̴̖͠h̸̦͐ị̴͐s̸̮̋ ̴͖̀ İ̶ͅs̷͙̓  ̷͚̾N̴̪̈ö̵̪́t̷̳̔ ̷̘͂ F̴̞̃o̸̤͝r̸͎̂ ̵̟͊ Ý̴̢õ̴͇u̴̹̓, ̸̟͛” the static buzzed. “W̷̪̾ȩ̴̿ ̵̱͝ H̶͈̍a̵͎̋v̶̯͐e̸̟͒ ̴͎́ B̶̰͠è̷ͅe̴̪̿ṋ̶̆ ̷̱̕ T̶̟́h̴͉̽r̶̩͋ō̶͓u̶̖̎g̶̢̈́h̸̜͑ ̵̛͚ T̴́ͅh̴̢̀ï̴̫s̶̤͌ ̸̫̇ A̸̝͝l̴͍̊r̶͖͝e̶͍̚à̶͍d̴͖̔y̷̥̓.̷̣́” He took the cigarette from his lips and tapped the end of dust off. “N̶͊ͅo̷̟͒.̶̝̌”

Mono curled his hands back into his own coat. “No. S’ glow. Am catch.”

A reply was not for him, not even an undignified glance. The Thin Man tucked the stick back into his lips and reached aside. Another book. The Thin Man wasn’t paying attention. His thumb drifted across Mono’s back, sometimes plucking at the strands on the back of his head.

“Was try,” Mono reminded.

“H̴̪̑m̴̺̾m̸̡͑.̴̮̈.̴͕͐.̶͎͝.̷̩͛”

“Catch. Fer’ooo.”

“H̸͖͌ú̴̦s̸̰̽ḣ̶̯.̸̳̔ ̸̛̳ T̸̥̏ẖ̵͊e̶̬͝ ̶͔̽ M̷̯̀ö̶̯́n̷̮̏s̵͇͌t̶͍̓e̸̠͛r̶̫͘s̶͉̽ ̶̩̀ W̵̱̒i̶̻͒ĺ̸̖ļ̶̓  ̸̥͝F̶̱́i̴̲͋n̴͕͝d̶̬́ ̴͉͛ Y̶̧̾ȯ̵͍u̵̼͆.̵͇̌”

That made Mono shut his mouth. For a total of seven thrums of the noise in Thin Man’s chest. Mono wriggled around, kicking at the Thin Man’s fingers and thrashing, until he sprang free and tumbled heel over head to a seat of the couch. A rusty sigh curled through the static.

“Ŕ̴̨e̵̜̔a̷͈̎l̷̦͌l̷̜̀y̴͈͝,̷͖̓ ̸̰̿ C̵̱̀ĥ̵̪i̴̘͝l̴̘̿d̵̮͘.̷̳̀.̸̱͗.̸̟̑.̴̥̈”

Mono hopped form the couch and to the floor, where he was certain the glittery light was last. “Find.” Another rough exhale, and he could imagine the smoke swirling around the Thin Man’s hat. “For yu.”

It was probably long gone, the tiny glimmer. But it wasn’t like bugs the chased or furry animals. Maybe it did nest in this room and didn’t go anywhere else. What did it eat? Probably little bugs.

He dragged aside a dust coated piece of paper and prodded matted clothing. He didn’t find anything, not even the smaller bugs. The search is endless, he has a lot of floor to cover and a lot more junk plastered and matted against the splintered floor boards. He check cracks, and leaned down to check any hint of a glimmer – a trick of the pulsing lamp, beside the couch. Not the glimmery thing he sought.

“W̵̛̩h̸̭̆a̶̳̋ť̴͓ ̴̮͑ are you D̵̲͊o̸͇͆i̶̯͑n̵̘͝g̶̯͝?̷̙̓”

“Find.” He wasn’t doing much finding. “Hmm.” The shiny probably slipped into a crack and was gone forever. He had never seen anything like it, and probably would never see something like it again. It would’ve been perfect for the Thin Man, but… thinking on it, maybe not.

He turned from where he was crouched, after checking under a heap of a crumpled shirt. When he saw the Thin Man, just watching him, the tol figure gave his head a shake and returned his focus to the book he held aloft.

Mono pushed himself into standing and padded back over to the Thin Man. He used the pant leg and the unraveled threads of the couch to hoist himself up to the seat. He placed himself next to the Thin Man’s leg and stared up at the impassive face lost in the pages of the book. The thicket of marks filling each paper always reminded him of static. It was the Thin Man’s favorite.

“Story.”

“H̶̖̚m̶̟̈́m̴͈̀.̶̪͆”

Mono patted his leg. “Can story?” He scooted a little close when the Thin Man very slowly shut the book, and then turned to look down on him. He smiled for the man in the hat.

“I am not telling S̴͕̀t̸͈̂ǫ̴̈́ř̸̘i̸̹̎e̵̢͆s̴̫̕ at this  ̴͇͠T̶̬̓i̵̝͋m̵̗̀ë̸̠.̴̥͑”

He tugged on the pant leg. “Nah. Am tell. Make story.” For good measure, he shook the pant leg harder. Or, as much as he could to keep the Thin Man’s attention. Which worked.

“You?” rumbled the towering shape. “W̶͙̿a̴̟͘n̷͈͝t̵̡͆  ̸̬̃T̸͖́o̴̮͋ ̵̤͆ tell M̵̰͗e̵̯̽ a  ̷̼͋S̴͎͝t̵͈̅õ̶͇r̸̦̿y̷͕̑?”

Nodding, Mono’s smile grew. “S’turn. Make tell. Hmm. Lissen.” The Thin Ma touched his face… no wait, he pressed his knuckle to his lips. Mono thought he was gonna blow some, but he didn’t. The tol shape shook a bit and the eyes glittered. It was probably not his favorite smile, but the Thin Man was happy. That was important. “Story.”

The Thin Man shook more, but after a rustling breath he sighed smoke. His body quaked and he touched his face a few times, before the quivers stopped.

“Ọ̸̈k̸͇̉á̶̝y̸̬̓.̶̥̊” He rattled and tried again. “Alright. Let us hear this Ŝ̷̹t̵̯͘ǫ̵̌r̵̦̀y̵͔̓.̸̦̍”

Mono puffed up his chest and put on his most serious face. He really didn’t know what story to tell the Thin Man – he had so many – but they were all for kids, and the Thin Man wouldn’t get what he told.

“Have best,” he assured, after a short but cluttered pause. “S…mmm, tree.” He dropped his gaze from the intense gleam of the Thin Man’s drilling stare, and picked at a callous in his palm. “Boy’n s’tree.”

For a long moment the Thin Man did no speek and wouldn’t budge. Mono listened, waiting for the static to soothe. At last, the shift of fabric and hum of current gave hint that the Thin Man had relented. He looked up at the tallest figure in all the Pale City.

“How does your Ŝ̷̹t̵̯͘ǫ̵̌r̵̦̀y̵͔̓ go?” The Thin Man put his scorching gaze into the book, but he set his other hand around Mono’s shoulders.

Mono bit his lip to hide his smirk. “S’lost.” He began. “Rain s’much, and sizzles.” He looked around the room, assuring nothing unseen and no lost hazard had wandered in on them. After the Thin Man did the scout earlier, he decided it was safe (even if the Thin Man wasn’t very good at look or watch).

After relaxing a tad and thinking over the Story a bit more, he began once more. “S’boy. N’uun… rain. S’much rain’eeng.” He made the Hissing of falling rain, along with the Plink of hitting hollow metal eaves. “Lost. Not see. And cold.”

“H̵̘̓o̵̗͊w̸̖͆ ̶̬̔ M̶̠̃í̷̫s̷̢̽e̸͉̔r̵̗͑a̴͈͆b̴̺͋l̷̩̀e̴̢͘,” intoned the tower of a figure. He was still fixed on the book and in the process of flipping a page. He did it with his thumb, and it looked so fancy.

Mono nodded. “But click-click,” he the sound with his tongue, against the roof of his mouth. “Very tol. Scary.” He held his breath when the glint of the Thin Man’s eye slipped to the corner of his eye. It was important, especially when the Thin Man tried to pretend he couldn’t care. Mono hid the smug smirk, by flashing his arms up.

“From mist. Click-tick. Him come. Tol. Whooo…. Spooky. S’danger for see. Knows every’ing. But boy s’brave.”

And he proceeded to tell the Thin Man all about the time when a child met a bent Tree in a long and drenched road, and how frightened the boy had been. How terrible it was to be caught, and then how lost he was in the dark of nothingness. But the crooked Trees branches hadn’t broken the boy, but instead the bare limbs spread out and collected the rain clouds. The Tree sent the dark clouds somewhere else, and then the rain stopped falling. The boy chased the Tree everywhere it went, and they had many wonderful adventures. Then when the boy couldn’t follow the Tree anymore, it dug a hole in the street and put the child there. The Tree left one of its branches to keep the boy company, and then went far-far away, so it could think about the child and remember important things.

For a long time after Mono finished, nothing was said. He decided the Thin Man couldn’t understand what a story ending was.

“M̷̱͆ö̵̙n̴̻̋o̴͔͝.̴̝̚ T̸͖̔h̷̥̾a̴̡͂t̴͔̃ ̷̨̕ was M̶͖̏ȍ̷̪r̵͆͜b̵̛̺i̸̼̕d̵̂ͅ.̷͙̈”

He wasn’t surprised the Thin Man didn’t get it. “Was good story. S’best. Tree has happy.” He jerked his head up when the Thin Man snapped the book shut and set it on his knee.

“C̴̯̓h̸̝̾ĭ̸̬l̴̘͑d̷̂͜.̸̛̫.̸̰͐.̴̗́.̷͂͜” whatever was so important was maybe not that important. The Thin Man touched his face. Mono stuck his tongue out at him. “You know what? N̵̙͂e̸̥͋v̶̰̓ę̶̾r̵̼̀ ̶̿ͅ M̷͕͑ȋ̵͇n̴̦͆d̸̗͐.̶̣͊  I̴͉͒t̸̨̐ ̷̰̔ Ị̷̄s̷̒͜ ̷̞͐ N̸͎̿o̶̺̽ț̶̕ ̵̙͛ W̷͉͛ö̴̱r̵̖͗t̵̺͑ḩ̸̚  ̸̫̈A̴̝͝ṛ̶̔g̷̻̓ủ̷͙ḭ̴͠ṋ̵̊g̴̛̬  ̸̗̋A̷͔͑b̷͇͋o̴̞̾u̴͈̎t̷͈̅.̸̯̽”

With a nasally snort, Mono wriggled around until he had himself curled up and his head resting on the Thin Man’s leg. The story was incredible, it was his new favorite story. The Thin Man didn’t know anything, which is why the Tree had to leave the boy. Nothing lasted forever, that was important too. But the Thin Man was right, he couldn’t make him get it. Mono settled to stare off into the murky haze of the room, as little fuzzies of dust swirled around and explored the open air they had free reign over. He listened as the Thin Man returned to his dumb book and slowly flipped the pages, the static buzzing or gently hummed through his head. And every so often, the Thin Man’s thumb brushed against the back of his head. With another deep sigh, Mono shut his eyes and let his mind dip into the black nothingness that was as illusive as the important things he tried to share with his Thin Man.

Next

[mochibutterflyy]

Day 9: Crowd

[side-of-honey]

Heyy everybody how's it going. I've been working on this for MONTHS I'm so happy it's done ToT Basically it's a redraw of an old sketch I made a couple years ago except with like 3x more characters and much more effort :"D I am also the only person on earth who is able to name all of them but kudos if you can get close :) My own little love letter to a bunch of things I think are super cool <3

Koen(bnuuy) is from @dream-trail-rpg

Akari(camera) belongs to @twipsai

Also reminder that you MAY NOT REPOST MY ART ON THIS OR ANY OTHER SITE. Thanks.

Please dont like without reblogging or ill cry /hj

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Little Nightmare Agere ໒ ˚⁎

I'm here again, I loved the last one headcanons. I really like it so much. Now I'm gonna ask another one hehe... can I please get a Writing canon/masc reader with CG!Thin Man (from Little Nightmares). I would like to see him in a normal day with his kid, please keep the fact that in canon the kids are literally smal.

The cold, echoing corridors of the Signal Tower were often void of warmth and life, save for the crackling static that filled the air. But today, something different was happening, a rare, quiet day where the Thin Man found himself with a moment of reprieve from his duties. It was a time to spend with the one presence in the tower that brought him solace: his small child

You, the child, who barely reached his knee, was a curious and energetic little being, forever wandering through the dimly lit halls, your tiny footsteps making the only soft sounds in the eerie silence. Today, the Thin Man had decided to join you, to spend time in a way that resembled something closer to normalcy, far removed from the horrors the tower usually held.

Your Dada, The Thin Man, tall and looming, walked slowly through the halls, his figure casting long, ominous shadows on the walls. Yet, his presence was not one of fear today. You grasped onto his long, slender fingers, your tiny hand dwarfed by his. The contrast was stark, yet the bond between them was palpable

The little boy tugged at his hand, guiding him toward the small nook where you had stashed away some old, forgotten items. There, amid the dust and forgotten memories, was a small toy, a simple, wooden figure. The child had found it on one of your explorations, and it had since become your most treasured possession.

Thin Man watched as the child carefully placed the toy on the ground, your eyes sparkling with a quiet joy. The sight was almost foreign to him, yet it stirred something deep within. He knelt down slowly, his long limbs folding in a way that seemed unnatural but was a clear effort to meet at your level. His gaze, usually cold and distant, softened as he watched you play, moving the wooden figure back and forth.

The child, sensing his presence closer now, looked up and beamed at him. You picked up the toy and offered it to him, as if inviting papa into your world of fun. The Thin Man hesitated for a moment, unused to such an innocent gesture, but eventually, his long fingers carefully grasped the small toy.

For a moment, the eerie silence of the Signal Tower was filled with the gentle sound of the toy being moved around, the little one giggling softly as they played together. The Thin Man, once a figure of dread, now appeared almost protective as he watched over the small boy, ensuring his safety even within the cold confines of the tower

After some time, the tiny one began to yawn, his energy slowly fading as the day went on. Thin Man, noticing this, carefully lifted the child into his arms. He nestled against him, his tiny form almost disappearing within the folds of his suit. His movements were careful, deliberate, despite his towering, unsettling figure, he held the child with an unexpected tenderness

He walked slowly to a quieter corner of the tower, where the noise was softer, less invasive. There, he sat down, holding you close as you drifted off to sleep. His long fingers gently brushed through his hair, a gesture that was almost foreign to him but felt right in this moment.

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[video-game-kids-tournament]

Congratulations to all of our Round 1 winners!

And now to announce round two's matches

Round 2, Match 1: Clover (Undertale Yellow) vs. Isaac Moriah (The Binding of Isaac): May 26th

Round 2, Match 2: Haruka Sawamura (Yakuza) vs. Frisk (Undertale) June 2nd

Round 2, Match 3: Six (Little Nightmares) vs. Boniface ‘Bonnie' (In Stars And Time): June 9th

Round 2, Match 4: Niko (OneShot) vs. Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune): June 16th

Round 2, Match 5: Trucy Wright (Ace Attorney) vs. Gregory (Five Nights at Freddy's): June 23rd

Round 2, Match 6: Peri (NeverHome: Hall of Apathy) vs. Quark (Virtue's Last Reward): June 30th

Round 2, Match 7: Link (The Legend of Zelda) vs. Fran Bow-Dagenhart (Fran Bow) + Sol (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist): July 7th

Round 2, Match 8: Hat Kid (A Hat in Time) vs. Gin Ibushi (Your Turn to Die): July 14th

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

All the works I've found for today are NSFW; they will all be below the cut :].

A new work, A Nightmare Is A Wish Left Unsaid by Rachar was published today, with 1/2 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Rape/Non-Con, with additional tags "Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Cum Inflation, self destructive behavior, Mindbreak, Vaginal Gaping, Double Penetration, Vaginal Sex. Size Difference, Bottom Scarab, Biting, Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat"

You can read it here:

Prohibited Wish Oneshots (Pt-Br), by Blue_Fujoshi, was updated today, with 2/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "ProhibitedWish, Priscrab, Scrabby, I love this nickname, Fanfic, Fanfiction"

You can read it here:

A new work, Wasting Company Time by sparklinggrapesoda, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Office, Office Sex, power bottom scarab, Light Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Consensual Sex, Trans Scarab, mild spit play, Orgasm Control, not much aftercare, just because i dont usually feel like writing it haha, Semi-Public Sex, Begging, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, light degredation, cock stepping"

You can read it here:

[r0tt3n-corpse]

Okay so last post I went a little into what I’ll be posting here, this is basically just listing out the things (Honestly I’ll probably do more if asked, these are just what I can think of right now) (the fandoms I’ll write for are in last post, if fandom not stated in last post just ask because I left some out)

I will do:

Character x reader oneshots

Multiple characters x reader (poly or just multiple characters who like reader at once but not each other)

Character x reader scenarios/headcanons

Queer/T4T relationships (I’m FTM myself😼)

Nonhuman reader x character (mermaid reader, robot reader, stuff like that)

Gender neutral reader x character

Male reader x character (if requested)

Female reader x character (if requested)

Smut/NSFW (Click Here! for rules)

Angst, fluff, whatever

Character x reader headcanons

Intense topics

Things I will not do:

Abuse

Fetish content (Grape, incest.. etc. Ew.)

Weird requests??

Oh and also probably not character x character (unless poly with reader, sorry)

If you want to request something I haven’t specified on, just ask and I’ll let you know if I’ll do it! (Make sure to include the media the character is from in the request so I know who you’re talking about)

[sopuu]

You are the first mcsm and life series/hermitcraft artist i've ever stumbled upon

The moment you posted that limited life art of the bad boys, i freaked out and legitimately did not believe i found someone with the same interest as me :D (both mcsm & hc)

And i'm gonna be honest, i actually came here for the jesskas fanart lol

hell yeah more mcsm and mcyt fans!!!!! you have no idea dude i’ve been watching hermitcraft for years- literally one of my long-term fixations haha

and ik there are more out there who like both!!! i see you guys in the tags!!! y’all make me so happy it’s so nice to see that there’s others who are just as insane as i am

[cr1ms0n4nd-ac3]

Part 3: DAY 03

( Sleep Token Lyric Challenge by @a-s-levynn )

This ain't gonna be art for now..

yet.

But instead! An oc's sibling angst oneshot,but before you must start.. warnings ↓

{ TW/TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Implied kidnapping

Mentions of Dysfunctional Family and Implied Abuse(such as either mental, emotional and physical.)

Mentions of Death ( which includes characters who are my ocs, also um parent death. )

Implied Panic Attacks

Mentions of Nightmares

Styles of Anxiety and Paranoia

And Mental Heath mentioned.}

( Btw, just to let you know that this is only my oc lore and my interpretation canon lore to ST, and no this is not canon in real life that they will be having a new band member. I just had to clarify just in case fore' I had to block someone who had said it. )

That will be a first POV of this lore I will be working btw.. and with that!

Let us begin..

an Ascensionism inspired angst oneshot.

Undercut: ↓

[ August 3, 2023 took place of-

Las Vegas, the REDACTED Residence on a streetown. ]

There is no way, no way that the brother that I always love..

now went missing.

I can't be all alone! NOT LIKE THIS!!

Not without my brother like that!! How am I supposed to keep on waiting since he told me that secret?!

...But none of that matters anyway, my sisters were still nicer to me.. though I- can notice that they felt tired.

I see why..

All was starting with worry when Jasmine tried to call Ace, over and over again but there is no response.

Til now.. Hell broke loose when She and Nora began to argue outside of my room during 8:14 PM after Nora returned from working at Starbucks.. I didn't like that, when I began to just hearing that Ace haven't responded her calls.

I didn't believe her at first.. til I tried calling him too.

No responses.

Yet it's the same thing when I tried and tried again. But again, all nothing but silence.

Now I feel scared, scared if my brother was either snatched by someone, or is it because he was busy? But what I am now officially dealing with is that.. well—

I didn't want the broken family we used to had unto from return, Jasmine began to feel tired, feel workaholic, and yet anger is inside because she'll do what it takes to find Ace.. She now works for the detective after she had to quit her job for being a gardener, but Nora and I were worried, but we also didn't want to interrupt her.. and so, we had no choice.

We had to leave her and move somewhere so that she won't hurt us again.

Like our own mother and grandfather from before.

I remember Father and Auntie trying to protect us from them, not until they died from a terrible accident.. yet we're the only three left, the Siblings.

[ August 8, 2023, 10:38 PM.. 4 weeks later after. ]

My own sense of anxiety and paranoia began to spread as I was just lying still on my bed, staring at the celling from midnight. Reflecting it like a shadow shuddering behind the celling fan.. and yet I was shaking from only fear. Because of fear, only just fear and nothing else.

I can't help but feel nothing as a fragile doll, but I don't want them to know..

...There was a nightmare I had, 3 weeks ago at 11:11 PM.

I didn't even want to mention it but it was so scary... Scary but at first, me and Ace were just playing around at the neighborhood, I didn't realize that something happened. Then I stopped, in confusion.. and now scared, as I just saw my brother being held from blue strings, for me, I was forced to watch him get dragged away by... those 5 red eyes.

Yes, those 5 red eyes... I'm not sure what that was. But it scared me.

I was supposed to run up to my brother, reaching him, trying to save him from whatever is trying to get him.

But darkness nor light either tried to stop me, as I got greeted by an...archangel entity–like demi-god, it looked like a woman but not like that in my own eyes.

This demi-god I first saw has 5 eyes, white silvered skin, glowing red color, 3 wings, a black veil dressed and dried dark brown medium-like hair, while staring at my brother who is now in strings like a puppet doll. There was someone controlling him..

I was too frozen when staring at...whoever is hunting my dreams, the expression was blank, blank at first but there is a smile to the lips.. she slowly placed a finger on her lips to keep me quiet, I don't know what to do now but to nod despite my paranoia and fear beginning to rise up.

Then she proceeded to leave like a floating angel, when I tried to get up and shouted at my brother's name to make him "respond"..

I now woke up, shaking and shivering what I just witness.

It was someone, someone who was actually the one who took my brother away from me. And yet I...hated that nightmare. I really do.

Then weeks later, I always pretended that everything is okay to my sister Nora, she was suspicious at first but she always just shrugged and just..let that slide, thank god.

I was this lucky enough that I began to had an panic attack when I was home alone, lucky me didn't have the security cameras at our new home.. Wonder how Jasmine is okay but who knows...

I feel she is no longer the first older sister I loved now. She has changed.

But what that reminds me... Ace is a journalist, he is trying to research about that "Sleep" God he tells me and my sisters' stories about. Every now and then.

Until realization hits me...

Did it just..

.....Was it the one who took Ace?

..Did it, or she actually did?

Or is just my anxiety trying and making me feel delusional?

And yet I hate it.

I hated it so much that I can't help but cry quietly and softly in fear and anxiety mixing together from my brain and body, I tend to cover it with under my own pillow and my blanket.

This is really all my fault for keeping a lot of secrets, it must have been. Because before the week he went missing, he told me about something of him wanting to be a new bandmate of that band we all loved.

I just wish I could stay with Ace.

I just wish I couldn't keep his secrets but I just can't do it, ..bitter consequences will hit me if I say the truth to the ones I know.

This will be the bitter deception I will be forced to live on for now. And it cannot make me feel safe. Nor to set me free from the tragic and sadness that I've been through.

....But maybe.... just— m-maybe..

If you are really safe for me, or you feel comfort for being safe to whoever snatched you, dear brother..

Will you come home?

[batboysoneshots]

Baby Bird (Au)

AU where Jason is the eldest and Dick is the youngest.

Summary: Dick has a nightmare in Wayne manor of his parents dying, it had only been a few months. He wonders around the manor searching for Bruce but runs into Jason instead.

Jason- 19

Tim - 16

Damian - 14

Dick - 9

Third person pov...

Dick woke with a cry. Breathing heavy his heart beating fast, tears streaming down his face. His dreams had been nothing but nightmares of his parents dying.

Only each time they change from hid parents to Bruce and Alfred dying, to his new brothers dying to him dying. It was horrible for the 9 year old every night.

Chest heaving, he crawls off his high double bed and stood, sniffling wiping away his tears though they kept coming, the clock on his desk said 2.30am.

"Will Bruce be awake?" he muttered to himself, grabbing a blanket and his elephant Sitka he made his way quietly out of his bedroom and into the dimly lit hall.

Shivering he wraps the blanket around his shoulders and looked around trying desperately to remember the layout of the manor, he had only been here a couple months and still gets lost.

After walking for a couple minutes, he walks into a large room same as the rest, but this one was different, books lined the walls of first layer of the room, blue eyes wide with awe as his looked around.

The second layer had even more books. "This is the library!" He exclaims shocked at the many many books around him. The boy looked around more running his hands along the lines of books old and new.

"Hey squirt what are you doing awake?" Came a voice surprise the young boy making him drop his stuffed elephant, dick tried to wipe the tears, though his eyes still red from his crying.

Jason had been reading in the library, he does not sleep much anymore since the joker killed him, the library is his safe space and is always found reading some obscure book that only he or Bruce could read.

Seeing his baby bother awake made Jason close his book and walk over to the boy wanting to know if everything was okay. Jason laughed and picked up the elephant.

hen Dick first met the teen he scared him, built like a tank and almost as tall as Bruce, piercing green eyes that he swore turned red when he was angry.

But after he got to know the older teen, they became close like brothers, Jason would look out for Dick at the galas Bruce held, or when reporters attacked them while out in public.

When dick turned the teasing glint in Jasons eyes vanished, in place was concern and worry as he saw the red rings around Dicks blue eyes filled with tears the young boy was trying to keep in. "hey baby bird what's wrong?" he questions kneeling in front of the child.

He then holds Dicks hands rubbing his palms in circular motions hoping to calm him down, sniffling again Dick looked at the teen trying not to cry as he relived his nightmare. "I had a nightmare Jay" he manged before his sniffles turned into sobs.

Tears and snot fell from his face, Jason's eye widen, and he quickly gathers the young boy in his arms and hugs him tight to his chest. Rubbing the boys back comfortingly as Alfred does with him.

Whispering calming words into the boy's ear Jason walks over to a bean bag he had begged Bruce to buy for him and sat down on it, leaning back his settled the boy on his chest his ear just above his heartbeat hoping it would calm Dick down.

He continued rubbing the 9 year olds back as he cried, Jason could feel his t-shirt getting wet but did not care the only thing that cared was his baby brother. When dick stopped crying Jason asked him again.

"What was your nightmare about baby bird?" the green eyed teen askes hoping it wont cause the boy to have another crying fit, sniffling Dick kept his head buried in Jason's chest and played with the wonder woman pattern on the shirt.

"My parents dying" he mumbled just loud enough for Jason to hear, the older teen sighs deeply before hugging the boy tight. "That sucks Lil 'bird I wish that never happened to you" he tells the boy, remembering his own parents before he met Bruce, he starts to run his fingers through dicks hair.

The boy practically melts against his chest as he does, Jason smiles as he hears the boys breathing even out as he falls asleep. Jason lets him he grabs his book from before using one hand he continues to run his fingers through the black locks.

Hours later they would be found by Alfred and Bruce, pictures taken by both at how cute they were, Dick is Jasons soft spot.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot, sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes!

Requests are open!

Word count: 853

[feffy-draws]

God so many great story’s that hurt my soul but I still love them so much

[grim-faux]

Because of the Postal Delivery Achievement, I and others have theorized that there might by monsters/adults in the Nowhere world that are either harmless or benevolent towards children. Which was where the Occupant ( I think that's what I called it) came from in the chapter The Occupant of Temptation - link.

ᵍᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ. ᴵ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵉᵈ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵃᵇˢᵒˡᵘᵗᵉˡʸ ᵘⁿʰᶦⁿᵍᵉᵈ, ᶠᵉʳᵃˡ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈʳᵉⁿ

and now I wanna write another oneshot from the 'monsters' perspective trying to catch Mono to 'help' him

despite Mono having #1 dad of the year looking out for him

Nothing can go wrong!

[the-lore-and-art-cave-go-brrrrr]

So I’ve started watching the owl house because several friends of mine are hyper-fixated on it right now and I wanted to know what the hell they were talking about. This is made more ironic by the fact that me thinking Gus and Hunter are sort of what I imagine Niko sounds like was not related to this, as they had not yet landed on TOH at that time.

But I’m watching it, and I may be a little obsessed because I’m a good chunk of the way through season 2, and was watching Hunter and Flapjack do their thing, and all the sudden my brain goes “Damn, I wonder what palismen all of my guys would have,” and now this is all I can think about.

My brain has already decided basically all of them. [Redacted] would have an owl, probably one that somewhat resembles a western screech owl, and he would name it Dusty, after his sister (Dusty was her chosen name.) Rizu I can’t get over the idea of her having a pink fox named Taffy, because it popped into my head and it won’t go away. Asa I’ve been thinking would have a snake, which she would name something like Tofu, since those are a symbol of healing. I’ve been toying with the idea of Sage having something like a coyote, because of the trickster bit in mythology, or a cat of some kind because it’s just stuck in my head. I don’t have a name in mind yet.

Now Twm and Niko are where I struggle. Twm I’m still trying to figure out their personality, but what I’ve established is they’re a somewhat cynical walking entity of sass. But I feel like they would unironically end up with something like a hummingbird or a bee. Leaning towards them having a bee named Flick, and I’m not sure why I’ve decided the name is Flick, but it is.

Niko is the other hard one, and it’s because I now have the included existence of Hoshi. So I can’t quite decide if they would have their own separate ones somehow, or share one. Niko I would lean towards them having a Lion or dragon, two things associated with the sun, and therefore light, or some sort of shape shifter, which could be connected up to their connection to dreams (It’s why I picked the name Somino, something I’m storing away for later). Hoshi is a little more complex. If I were to give them their own, I’d probably use an animal associated with the Zodiac, due to it’s connect to stars, which Hoshi takes their name from.

but yeah basically this is what I’ve been thinking about pretty much since I got off of work.

[r0tt3n-corpse]

First post! Uhhh so I’m a writer 👍

That’s basically it. I write. Thats what I’ll probably be doing on here 💀

I’ll write stuff like short stories, x reader content, and whatever else I feel like (I’ll probably go more into detail on another post)

I’m always up for people to request me things but I cannot in any way guarantee to fulfill the request. I still have a life, after all! That being said, my life’s pretty boring, so request away until further notice!

Here are some fandoms I’m in:

Trolls (The movies)

Series of Unfortunate Events (Books, haven’t yet watched the movies)

Danganronpa

Invader Zim

House Hunted

Undertale

The StanleyParable

Fran Bow

Little Nightmares

Stardew Valley

So… yeah! There’s some other stuff I like, but those are the main ones for now.

[lunarian-astra]

Don't have digital doodles to give JUST yet, buuut here are some of my sketches from my notebook lol

-Backyard is my story, featuring Callie & Luke up there. Tell me if you wanna read the story (1% chance but whatever)

-I also drew the two babies (Niko from Oneshot & Six from Little Nightmares)