#oc: fractal

[eyes-that-decieve]

What if that weird cat is just me 90% of the time

[eyes-that-decieve]

Tal is up to their usual chaos, rotating random furniture in the institute. They see someone walking over, ducking to hide under a desk.

They watch the person for a few seconds, giggling quietly in their two voices, before popping up closer to the person and taking their shadow. They turn around and run off as a cat, dragging the shadow behind them by the leg.

"Yoink!"

[visceralfractal]

There's footsteps from inside Pamela's flat. When she opens the door, no one's there.

However, there is what looks suspiciously like a step ladder wrapped in aggressively christmasy wrapping paper sitting in the middle of the floor. Random bits of glitter are strewn about. Tal's work, most likely.

- @eyes-that-decieve

"Tal, you little shit."

She'd open it now. But it should wait until Christmas. Besides, no one else had the time to give him anything.

He sets it under a nearby shrub and smiles.

"Thank you."

[lyfedda]

Tal has forgotten to keep itself out of Sight, by now. They haven't been paying attention for a while, at this point.

What was originally going to be a little crying session to cope has turned into an isolating one. Again. They're holed up under the bed, in the shape of a squirrel with their big fluffy tail wrapped around itself.

- @eyes-that-decieve

Lyf was packing up some things of Sinclair's, sniffling and doing their best to not cry again. Marius was with them, it made things easier. Still... they couldn't believe they were gone. They wiped their eyes, staring at one of the many pictures Sinclair took of them and just about everyone around them. Even some of Amelie had actually shown up pretty clear. "Why did it have to be them?" they murmured to themself.

One of the pictures fell and slid under the bed. "Shit," they mumbled.

"I've got it," Marius said, getting up from the bed and dropping to the floor, reaching for the picture. His hand brushed something fluffy and he frowned, immediately thinking it was one of the animals and grabbing it. They pulled it out and... "Did you get another weird cat?"

Lyf stared at the being. That was a.. very small weird cat. No, they knew that one. "It's a... a sq... I can't pronounce it."

[ericfosterpi]

You the one he was simping over in his posts?

Also thankee for making this blog more colorful, it was so boring when I was bothering him :((

(( @eyes-that-decieve ))

I am! I'm his wife, nice to meet you! Are you also clients of his? Friends? Please tell me you're friends of his.

RIGHT! I tried telling him, but NOOOOooooOOOOO what do I know?

[lambstwoth3slaughter]

Tal heard Sinclair was back. Finally, something both of them could agree on. They had to go see.

They open a door in their flat, freezing when it spots them. They look. . . Different. It doesn't care. Sinclair is practically tackled to the ground by a dragon, hugging them tightly.

"You bastweardre dead!!"

[Translation: You bastard, You were dead]

- @eyes-that-decieve

Everyone had left them alone, and Sinclair couldn't be happier. They were in the middle of cooking, humming softly as they did so. Then the door opened, and they immediately looked up, reaching for their knife.

Was... was that a fucking lizard? A giant lizard?!

Suddenly, they were tackled to the floor and let out a groan. Whatever the thing was, it was on them, and they wanted it off. "Get the fuck off of me!"

[rurukas-arcade]

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[eyes-that-decieve]

This is Tal every time you close a door

Can confirm damn you

Most normal orange cat

[eyes-that-decieve]

Pamela passes through Tal's door a week later, for the first time in a margin of years. She can't stop shaking. And it's not just the noise or the light or the muddled mess in her mind. It's the destination, not the journey for a change.

"Is our deal still on?"

@visceralfractal

The door almost didn't let her in. It did open, after a moment. They pop up next to her, bright and loud as ever. Its eyes are still muddled.

"Yup."

[visceralfractal]

PamPam the one who Pam'd the last Pamela of all the Pamilitons

Your sister came by

(( @eyes-that-decieve ))

...She what?

[lyfedda]

Lyf can hear footsteps from inside their flat. When they open the door, no one is inside, but two gifts are left in the middle of the room. One looks suspiciously like a chair covered in aggressively christmasy wrapping paper, the other sort of knife shaped. The former is labeled 'lyf' while the second has a small folded card on it. There's enough glitter to make it clear it's Tal's work, if the worm on a strings weren't enough.

Opening the one with their name on it reveals it is somehow not a chair, instead a sky blue scarf made with some trippy version of crochet. The card on the second is simply labeled 'sinclair' in small script. Maybe don't open that one.

- @eyes-that-decieve

Lyf stared at the presents. They didn't know what to make of them, so.. they just stared.

They didn't understand the holiday. They didn't understand the traditions, nor why a fat man would be sliding down chimneys to give gifts. It was strange and something Yggdrasil wouldn't recognize as legitimate.

Still, Lyf opened the one addressed to them and.. they weren't going to question how Tal managed to make the scarf look like a chair. It was Tal, after all. They stared at the scarf and carefully wrapped it around their neck.

They stared at the second one. Sinclair's name was on it. They held it in their hand for a long time, their eyes filling with tears. Marius put up a tree a few days ago, a small one that was placed on a table by the window. They put it under the tree. "Happy Christmas, love..." they said, wiping their eyes. "And thank you, Tal." They'd be sure to thank them proper at some point. Just not tonight.

Tonight, they mourned for what could've been.

[eyes-that-decieve]

Tal. This is a crime I know you have committed

Denied

[eyes-that-decieve]

"Dammit," Pamela curses.

Oh, well. This could easily have gotten a lot more embarrassing.

She gets up and goes to make them some breakfast. Spi can't cook, but it likes these little gestures of self-reliance. Choosing what they wear, what they eat. That matters after a long time of no choices.

"How do you like your eggs?"

@visceralfractal

"Dunno. Haven't had those in a while."

Niss shakes themselves, prompting more sleepy grumbling from Tal.

[lyfedda]

Y ou doin g ok?¿

(( @eyes-that-decieve ))

No.

Are you okay, Tal? Where are you? Styx was very worried about you.

[iraprince]

INITIALIZING..... OSSUARY RELAY ACTIVE......CLEAR SOUL TETHER KNITTING......ERROR. RETRYING..... USER: [GLAIVE] NOT FOUND. CURRENT TETHER POINT: UNIDENTIFIED USER ACCESSING OCULAR FEED.....CLEAR ACCESSING AURICULAR FEED.....CLEAR [UNIDENTIFIED USER] "Omigod. Did that actually work?" [UNIDENTIFIED USER] "Omigod. Omigod. Did I just put a bunch of dead people in my eyeball. Oh, shit. Ohhhh. Fuck!"

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[eyes-that-decieve]

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