#this is live torture I hope you know FNSDAFNDSA

[astrxlfinale]

"Oh ... wow, that's something else..."

Having drifted off to her screen in a moment of Caelus' intense focus on one of his games, Guinaifen's frame soon falls against his there they are, having fled to great, wide outside - fresh air ? People ? THe artificial sun that holds the shape of a deadly laser ? On days where the house is exceptionally rowdy ( ... and the dragon is actively looking for people to haul into chores ... ), there's no better escape than a bench under a tree and some proper snacks.

And, of course, the depths of the internet.

"Babe, babe, babe -" Guinaifen goes, attempting to get his attention. The Girlfriend Signal will get through sooner or later, she knows him that much; " - you gotta look at this ..."

For whenever he is ready, monster conquered or a new high scored guaranteed, there's a screen held up before him. One of the many wonders of the internet is how much information it contains, and how great minds come together to create beautiful things such as art, videos, games and... literature. Before Caelus' eyes is no small feat, oh no, it is a whole collection of Fanfiction. Not any Fanfiction, but the greatest, grandest Fanfiction of all time, one that seems to have originated from Penacony as the tags went ; #THIS SO REAL #REAL EVENTS #I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES.

It's a Fanfiction of ... Clockie and Caelus.

Five hundred thousand words.

Three thousands saves.

And far too many reads to count.

" ... welcome to the dark corner of the internet, babe."

Babe.

Babe.

Babe...

Why Guinaifen would absolutely be correct in that natural process of thought. Despite this new update giving him a slew of new challenges to triumph upon, gear to find, break effect to fucking level and struggle with all the same, he's soon snapped from his reverie. A tensed, turn based battle would be paused as he allows the phone to slide from his hand. Switching his priorities, he'd immediately chomp down a few of the Tuskpir wraps. A fragrant, sweet flavor is the best balm against the unknown.

"Mmm? What's caught those ol' honey eyes this time?" He mumbled, his mouth partially full as he nosily leaned closer to the phone. If only Caelus could've spiritually prepared himself for the spontaneous moment of hell coming to his doorstep. A simplistic mind like him often forgets that you can take a Streamer out the room, but you can't take the room out of the Streamer.

...

Did that even make sense?

Frankly, he couldn't give two fucks at this very moment once his eyes drifted across the material. It wasn't just Caelus & Clockie. No, it was Caelus/Clockie, a cardinal sin as the wrap found itself dropping helplessly across the spread blanket.

"Wh-- Whawha... The fuck." His voice croaked out, a growing, steel-like ball of dread building within his guilt as his hands immediately seized her wrist, drawing it close as the cracked open Pandora's box only revealed more of it's hell.

Mating Press. Dom Caelus. Bondage. uwu. Threesomes. Dreamjolt Fuckery. The Family Are Never Forgiving These Sins. Ahegao Clockie. Whipmommy Robin.

............

It was a fucking miracle he didn't fling that phone to the stars as some guttural scream escaped him from that moment. Suddenly that device felt like liquid Destruction as he tore his hands away, in fact his body seemingly vanished from pure speed before he drew himself up into a nearby tree. A perversive hiss escaped while his mind reeled across the numbing fact that people ate this the fuck up.

What in the hell was drawing them like pigs to the slaughter!?

"ONLINE BRAIN IS THE GODDAMN WORST." He spat, immediately drawing a vengeful hand at her phone.

"WHY ARE PEOPLE LITERALLY WOVEN TOGETHER BY HELL. LEAD ME TO THE FUCK WHO MADE THAT."

"I NEED DETAILS!!"

No, Caelus does not care he's making a scene to a group that looked at him utterly perturbed.

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