#nmpd rp

[richiethelesserkingofblack]

*He looks at him worriedly. Another version of him, someone with ties to Tinky- yet, in a negative way. He’s more of a toy. Tinky’s favourite, in fact.*

“You’re.. another me.”

@richielipschitzaot (eheheh silly little au i have called the timeline au :3 theres info on it on my @karaxis-lord-of-time-and-space account if you want it! no pressure to reply ofc!!)

"I thought I heard Tinky mentioning toying with another me. Pleasure to finally meet."

(OOC: oh I am so consuming your timeline au lore (I get the jist but I am going to consume so much more about it heheheh >:3)

[veryparynormal]

I was Today years old when I learned that the end is nigh.

It's super fucking nigh I am so done with this shit.

[veryparynormal]

Please, please do not ever try to use slang again. Ever.

Hello everyone, my name is President Goodman. I made this account to see what our current generation is up to. As the kids say, real.

[richiepawzz]

Hatchetfield Chaos (18+) discord server! You MUST be 18+ to join, and be able to speak decent english! only has 25 uses over the next 7 days, so try to get in as quick as you can!

[scarlett-clivesdale-crane]

I keep hearing this.. weird song or tune inside my head. It's catchy, yeah. But I have no idea where I heard it from.

It started right after I got a bit lost during my walk in the woods, and I can't get it out of my head. I'm not sure where I was.. I think close to the boundary of Hatchetfield before I found my way back home-?

Is this happening to anyone else?

[richiethelesserkingofblack]

Hey kid..

Uncle Paul. What is it?

[veryparynormal]

Day 2 of posting until the HFPD do their fucking jobs and finally discover my decaying corpse in the bushes at the old Waylon place.

It's never going to happen, is it.

[veryparynormal]

The morning after the storm. (AJ Status 11/21/23)

(OOC NOTE: This is NOT a post AJ is making. He doesn't post everything he's doing or thinking, but I still want to share the the stuff that AJ does outside of Tumblr. Basically, this is like a "traditional" RP, where I talk about AJ in the third person, describing where he is, what he's feeling, etc. Feel free to join in if you'd like, but just note that it is NOT in the Tumblr post format I've been doing up until this point.)

AJ meandered through the woods aimlessly, after a long night of... meandering through the woods aimlessly. What else was he gonna do? He didn't really trust himself to talk to anyone, and for good reason, too. Last night he couldn't manage his anger properly, and he wound up in an argument with Max, Grace, and... Jesus, what was that other ghost's name? She was a complete stranger to him, but for some reason, she knew who he was. And she was so awful! What kind of grown-up picks a fight with... He reflexively clenched his fists before catching himself and relaxing again.

He decided that maybe he shouldn't keep walking around the woods like this. In a way he couldn't describe, somehow, the forest was making him feel worse. He flitted in and out of the physical realm in a way that might've looked like teleportation to the outside observer, but was really just him finding weird cosmic "shortcuts"-- a skill he had begun to hone recently-- to get to where he was going faster. Soon enough, he arrived at a tiny beach at the western edge of the island. It was a place he had known even while alive. It was so small and remote that most others hadn't found it, although he would find the occasional empty Capri-Sun or Subway wrapper on the ground, to his dismay. Still, it was his quiet spot, and he liked the solitude well enough.

AJ plopped down and sat cross-legged on the sand, feeling each grain rub against his fingers as he dragged them through. He'd been doing that sort of thing a lot in an effort to distract himself from feeling his left eye-- or, feeling the constantly bleeding socket where his left eye once was. It hurt like hell. To be fair, a lot of where his body hit the ground the hardest hurt, but nothing else quite compared to his lack of an eye. He picked his head up and used his one good eye to stare out at the water. A thick fog had rolled over Lake Michigan, on its way to the island AJ was so reluctant to call home. The water itself was... almost calm. Ripples ran through the lake, never quite getting big enough to count as waves, but still weirdly... tense. Come to think of it, the tide looked a bit low this morning. Some formerly-underwater snails, hiding in their shells, had even been exposed by it.

After just staring off into space for a moment, AJ pulled out his phone. He'd been blocking out the memory of exactly what had transpired yesterday night, but he knew it would only get worse if he didn't acknowledge it, although he was unsure of what "it" even was. He scrolled through the thread, not really reading much of the argument for fear of getting upset again. Soon, he found that a lot of the text in his messages turned red the longer the argument went on. He... didn't remember doing that. He looked up from his phone from a moment and shifted around to a different sitting position, a sense of unease washing over him. He kept scrolling, until one of the stranger's messages caught his eye.

"...and what was that you said earlier, encouraging barry swift to hurt someone unprovoked? take a good, long look at yourself."

AJ read it through a couple times, trying to register what she was saying here. It was as if his brain was actively refusing to process this information. This person... she was so fucking bitchy, but in this one, she... had a bit of a point. AJ had just impulsively sent that message, then tried to pass it off as a joke immediately afterward, both to Barry and to himself. Come to think of it, he'd been experiencing those kinds of impulses every once in a while ever since he died. He had tried to explain it away in his mind with various excuses. He was in pain. He was just joking. He didn't have a good emotional outlet. But recently, it had become more frequent. This wrath, this urge to hurt others. And after last night's outburst, it was more than just concerning.

It was starting to really, really scare him.

[veryparynormal]

Does anyone else feel wired rn?

Like it's almost 4 AM but still.

[veryparynormal]

Well, today I learned that ghosts can cry. The more you know.

[veryparynormal]

...Gonna take the silence as a "no." Whewwwww

Uhhhhh so I know that I said I wouldn't help the Lords in Black unless I was explicitly told to, but out of what I'm pretty sure is my conscience I feel morally obligated to ask if there's anything I can do? To help find Pokey and Wiggly??

[veryparynormal]

(OOC: @everyth1ngr0ts Heyo if you wanna do an RP here, that can happen! Totally fine if not tho, just letting you know it exists ^^)

[AJ sat atop one of the enormous Sleeping Bear Dunes, one of the six National Parks Michigan boasted. He crossed his legs and closed his eye, listening to the echoes of waves slapping against the sand, the wind blowing through the trees, which at this point didn't have many leaves left on them. The dunes and the trees didn't know any better, but for AJ, this was one of the last moments of calm before the storm. He sighed through his nostrils, having given up trying to pry his mouth open a while ago. Man, this sucked.]

[He let his mind wander, allowing his imagination to take him to another reality. He imagined a world where he was still alive, a world where he gained the confidence to make friends BEFORE dying. He imagined a world where he told Richie how he felt-- he didn't really care whether Richie reciprocated those feelings or not, but AJ would have given anything to at least be able to express them.]

[Flame imagined a world where flame didn't have to worry about weird shit happening on a regular basis. A world where flame grew up and became an artist. A world where flame still cared enough to join flames classmates in hating Clivesdale with a passion (FUCK Clivesdale).]

[A beautiful wish, but still just a wish. AJ remembered the little bits and pieces he'd learned about alternate timelines, and he hoped to God that in another reality, another AJ was out there living his best life.]

[Alone, the ghost flopped over on the ground and stared up at the stars.]

[veryparynormal]

Lmao first day, buddy?

JESUS, WHAT IS GOING ON?

[richiethelesserkingofblack]

".. Thank you, uncle Paul."

Richie! It’s time to come inside for supper! You can play outside when you’re done!

"Who is this? And why are you talking to me like a child?"

[veryparynormal]

Yo if anybody wants to join me it's only a 45 minute drive from Hatchetfield to the dunes. I mean you'll have to do a lot of climbing, and I can't promise I'll be too, uh, talkative given my situation, but we could vibe there. I think I can even see the island from here, in the distance...

Shortcutted my way to the top of the Sleeping Bear Dunes. Perfect vantage point to watch the world burn, I think.

It was nice while it lasted. I guess.

[veryparynormal]

Like WHY are y'all venting on my yacht shitpost

I doubt I'd be strong enough but, what if I used my cool undead perks to sink a yacht? I think that would be really silly of me to do.