#twisted wonderland Idia shroud

[rae-pss]

yuu: nothing feels better than winning monopoly. not love, not free pizza, nothing!

idia: i’m sorry, have you tried pizza?

yuu: yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate.

azul:

azul: i like you.

[ocean-candy-fish]

💀

[ghostiidasponk]

"Coin Laundry makes me think of you, yeah."

Speedpaint w/ awesome audio and gameplay:

AUDIO: Coin Laundry - Tesla Doesn't Know How To Cry

I was revisiting my old playlist and badabing badaboom I cooked (was originally gonna draw Azul but the lyrics fit Idia better imo.)

[mxdarling]

[“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” / “you’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: idia bought a new multiplayer game, and he wants to play it with his player one, you.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 2.3k (2334)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/Inspiration: playlist

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] JDJDKD MORE IDIA CONTENT WOOHOOO this was supposed to be his belated birthday gift from me but uhh cough cough writer block hit me like a bitch soo.. didn't finish before new years, and it's now like- 4 months late??? anyways, thank you anon for requesting idia with dialogue #3 and #7!! my last yandere idia work had him a little creepy so i made him cute this time loll i hope it's to your satisfaction anon!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, more fluff than yandere, established relationship, reader is a gamer, cuddling, kisses, reader is ticklish, poor explanation of game mechanics, mentions of fear for judgement, reader is portrayed as a crybaby, one paragraph mentions idia being a creep, game is a rip-off of minecraft (fantasy version), toxic teammates.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. i don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. if you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, i am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

IDIA SHROUD seemed to be in a good mood today, at least according to what you've seen so far. probably because his latest purchase is the cause of his being in such an upbeat mood. not that you're complaining; it was rather cute seeing him all excited and giddy when he found a new game to play. it's like a whole new, different side of him comes out whenever he starts to ramble about the features of the game and why he should absolutely play it right now. of course, as his player one, you're automatically going to be the first person he's going to play with. not that you mind, really. playing with idia was always a fun experience; it reminded you a lot of how you would spend your free time back in your world.

(those days of laziness, those days of unproductivity where you did nothing but lay down on your bed and do nothing—no school work to do, no club activities to do, no studying for an upcoming exam—just pure idleness. then when you're bored, you could just use your phone, PC, or iPad to entertain you as the day goes by, playing nonstop until late hours in the evening. god, you miss those days.)

you often wondered what genre of video games this new world had to offer. you knew that it wouldn't be so different from your own world, but you weren't sure just how many of your friends were affiliated with gaming entertainment. out of fear that judgement would be placed upon you if you shared this interest of yours, your love for video games has been hidden—so to find someone else (with that someone else being idia) that likes video games and is very well versed in them is a dream come true. it was a long process to get him to play with you, let alone consider you a friend and not try to avoid you every 2 seconds—still, it was a feat you were proud of because now you get to experience many, many different sides of idia that you would have never known 9 months ago.

(you once heard idia curse like at least twenty times in one breathe when one of his teammates was being shitty and a prick, he sounded so angry and scary that you backed into a corner to avoid getting burnt by his scorching, bright red hair that grew the more angrier he got. the only reason he stopped was when he heard quiet sobs in the corner of his room and turned around away from his computer to see you huddled in the corner of his room. quickly he went over there, completely abandoning his game and comforting you. he hates seeing his cute prefect cry, especially because of him, he's not the great at comforting but when he hugged you so tightly, your quiet sobs turned into silence. right then and there he swore to never be the reason you're crying and when you do, he'll be right there with you.)

you are currently cross-sitting in his very comfy bed, watching as idia set up two controllers and plugged in the PCs to turn them on (you're still surprised he's got more than 2 PCs, which, if you really think about it, his family background makes it make sense). after waiting for the PCs to turn on, he then connects the controllers to the PCs and opens up the game on both screens. you would insist on helping him set up, but due to you literally being isekai'd into this unknown world of twisted wonderland, you aren't too familiar with many things besides the whole magic stuff—plus, you aren't too keen on breaking any of idia's stuff because of your lack of knowledge on how to do technology.

(technology in general is so extremely confusing, you would argue wholeheartedly all day and all night, and idia would agree with you and low-key flex on how knowledgeable he is in the field of technology, just to impress you and show how reliable he is. secretly, he likes it when he's useful to you.)

"sorry! it took a while to set up..." in slightly shaking hands, he hands over the controller to you while holding the other in his free hand. he looked rather nervous when he faced you to give the controller, like he's worried he wasted your time waiting for him. it reminded you of a puppy looking up to its owner apologetically when they did something wrong, so cute, you thought, adorable even, you added.

"haha! it's okay! you didn't take that long anyway." you gave him a reassuring look, a soft smile, and bright eyes, showing him that you weren't bothered by having to wait a bit as he set up for you two to play.

both screens show the in-game loading screen, and the bar quickly fills up due to the fast internet speed (one you're quite envious of). slowly it fades to the starting screen, where a big text is bouncing 'tap to start' in both of your faces. Idia presses to start immediately, wanting to get into gameplay as fast as he can while you take a moment to admire the visual aspects and effects of the game in silent awe. you always had a thing for the visual stuff that was shown in-game. by slowly pressing the button on your control, you enter the game and begin a fantastical journey with idia.

“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that!” he says worriedly as he watches you damage your avatar's HP bar this early in gameplay. usually he gets really annoyed when he plays with noobs and normies; they stink at comprehending basic knowledge, do dumb things in-game, ask too many questions, and ruin the whole gameplay experience for him. 'ugh, how annoying.' is his usual reaction to such—of course he wouldn't think of that towards you! never ever would he ever think this way towards you; even if you do things noobs and normies usually do, he can't bring himself to be annoyed—you were too cute in his eyes. he would never admit this to your face, though, and he still gets red just at the thought of him thinking you are cute. It's true though; don't get him wrong, but... the embarrassment that comes with thinking about these thoughts is just too much for his poor little heart! honestly, he's for sure that one day you'll be the death of him, does he care though? not really; in fact, he would probably love that.

(he blushes so hard whenever he thinks of you in his clothes; it's the way your natural scent clings onto his shirts, the way his shirts made you even cuter than you already are—one of the only reasons he doesn't wash his clothes immediately because he wants to savor your smell to memory. he's a creep, yes, but he's one devoted creep.)

"whoops! sorry didn't see that, haha..." nervously laughing at your mistake, you eat whatever consumable you have in your inventory to try and restore as much health as you lost. as your avatar munches on the food in its hand, from the corner of your screen, you can see idia's avatar walking towards you. once it's near enough to your avatar, you can see the animation of a bunch of items being dropped and your inventory picking up due to the proximity between the items and your avatar. you opened your inventory, curious about what he just gave you since it looked like quite a lot of items, and confused about why he was giving you so many items in the first place. your eyes widen in shock as the items he's given you are one stack of steak, every weapon in-game (sword, axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe), but in steel, and a full set of steel armor.

your mouth continues to gape open as you put on the armor set on your avatar. how did he get so much stuff this fast? it hasn't even been an hour yet! "where.. did you get so much stuff!?" you ask naively, following idia around as you don't want to get lost, die, and lose all your stuff. "stole half of those from villages, some from mining, and a few from trading" he says so casually as he continues to walk in an unknown direction, like this was a regular thing for him, not to mention this was a hard difficulty! he's playing this game like it's not easy mode! "could've gotten more if it weren't for those stingy mobs..." furrowing his eyebrows, he let out a small huff of frustration, pressing slightly harder on the buttons on his controller, not noticing how your mouth dropped down even further at his passing comment. as she presses on, walking in an unknown direction, you're hit with the hundredth reminder that he's on a whole other level than you when it comes to gaming.

three hours in, and you guys decided to play on public servers, where you'll get to play different game modes other than the usual story and survival modes. once the two of you picked a game to play, the room quickly filled with laughter, shouting, incoherent grumbling, screams of terror, and many more in between. you two decided to save a team game as last since idia wasn't enthusiastic about playing together with other players because he just wanted to play with you, and there was an underlying fear that you would encounter toxic teammates. but since you were practically begging him to just try it at least once, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

it was fun, he supposed. it wasn't as annoying or infuriating as he thought it would be, but he still had to keep up not making really snarky remarks when certain players were interacting with you. he'd hate to have you see such a mean, ugly, and disgusting side of him. other than that, it was an okay experience. he thinks it would've been better if it was just him and you on a team; wouldn't it be kind of romantic? you and him against everyone else?

then what he feared most would happen actually happened. suddenly some fucking jerk is screaming insults at you for not being good enough, and before that teammate got two more words in, he exploded on them. curses upon curses spit out his mouth in rapid speed, and the voices of that said teammate slowly but surely die down as their ego and pride go down with them. in the midst of anger and chaos between him and the teammate, you could feel tears building up inside you; everything around you started to blur, and the sounds that filled your ears were starting to get tuned out. you couldn't even hear that idia stopped screaming curses, turned off both PCs, and went to take the controller from your hand, lift you up into his lap, and slowly wrap his arms around you.

once he had you fully in his grasp, he tightened his grip, making sure not to let you get away from him. he wasn't good at words, especially when trying to comfort someone, but seeing you cry was making him cry too. he did, after all, swear to always be with you when you cry. raising one of his hands, he placed it at the back of your head and gently pushed towards his neck. then his hand went down to rub your back, up and down, up and down, at a slow pace. letting you cry it all out in peace while also letting you know he's there with you.

a few minutes have passed, and your sobs have gone silent. your eyes have become droopy and sleepy, and it feels almost impossible to keep them open. suddenly, a hand lifts your chin, and you feel a pair of lips come into contact with your forehead. it wasn't like a quick kiss; no, the kiss lasted for at least a few seconds before pulling away. even then, upon pulling away, you feel another kiss on your cheek, this time a little quicker than the forehead kiss. then another kiss on your other cheek, then another on your nose, another on your jawline, another on your earlobes, and finally, his lips hovered over your own lips.

you could feel the hesitation when he let out a nervous breath; the thought of your lips on his always sends him into an electrifying and drunken daze. he can't think straight when he's this close to you, but even then, it gives him an unusual feeling of contentment and confidence. the luck he has to be able to snag such an adorable, cute, amazing, and beautiful person like you in his life. he almost can't believe it. swallowing his own nervousness for your comfort, he presses against your soft lips delicately. soon after making physical contact with your lips, he feels a smile form on your face—a small smile, yet it was enough for him. any smile from you is enough for him, because seeing you happy is the best view he could ever lay his eyes on.

feeling out of breath, he's the first to let go but also the first to frown at the loss of touch. i want to stay like this forever, he thought as he watched you emit a giggle after the kiss. fire burns brightly in his heart, and he starts to wonder if you being the death of him will really come true. his cheeks burn that ever-warm red that he knows you've seen many, many times before, but he can't help it. when you pull him into a world through rose-tinted glasses, no way could he be immune to such an effect.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile."

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[lxminette]

- ̗̀✎ A re-upload of Idia Shroud gifs that I last made. Now why did I do this? Hmmm... (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

- ̗̀✎ Was it because I am a full on Idia Shroud enjoyer or was it because I didn't like the last gifs set I made for him?... Idk, could be both ¯⁠\⁠_⁠( ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[hitoshitoshi]

The Incident That Somehow Made Sylus' Childhood Exponentially Worse

(or Sylus' Biggest Failure and Regret)

Summary: Why Sylus created his silly little mechanical crow, Mephisto. The who, what, where, when, why's and how's. A look into Sylus' Childhood. Tags: Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Loss, Animal Death, Grief, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Timeskip, Ambition, Semi-obsession, Loneliness, Loyalty, Unconditional love, Bittersweet ending.

The stench of grime, sweat, and dispair was a familiar comfort when he compared it to the throbbing ache in his chest. Every ragged breath Sylus took scraped his raw throat as he looked left and right as tried to find cover in of N109's underbelly. Sylus huddled deeper into the into the shadowed alcove as he tucked the small and shivering crow closer to his chest, desperately trying to share his meager body heat. It wasn't supposed to be like this. A crow was supposed to be strong and resilient—not this... fragile thing that grew weaker by the day.

Sylus didn't know that to do, how to help. One day, the crow, his shadow, his best friend and parter, the only constant in Sylus' life, was soaring though the smog-choked sky; the next, the crow struggled to even lift his head.

Fear— cold and unfamiliar—had seeped into Sylus' young heart. He thought he'd felt fear before but this... no, this was true fear. It was a terrifying counterpoint to the anger and bitterness that he'd nurtured for so long. He scavaged for scraps, even resorting to begging—him, begging—for something, anything, that might ease his companion's pain.

But Mephisto, whose sleek feathers had now becomed dull and ruffled, only grew weaker. The once-vibrant eye that mirrored the fiery defiance in Sylus' own, had dimmed. Each shallow breath the crow took echoed in the hollow space that grew inside of Sylus—a void that threatened to consume him.

And then, there was stillness. A silence so profound that it screamed. Mephisto was gone. And Sylus was alone.

Guilt etched itself onto Sylus' soul. He hadn't understood what it meant, truly, until now. He hadn't known the fe frailty of life, of how there was a miniscule life between existing and fading away. He didn't have anyone that was close enough to call them friends or family—but he had the crow, but not anymore. That black creature who'd shown him loyalty in a world rife with betrayal was his friend, family—hell, he'd even call the crow his soulmate—Sylus couldn't save him, he didn't know how to. Sylus couldn't bring his crow back. The weight of his failure settled deep within his bones, a vow to never be that powerless, that ignorant, ever again.

Years passed, filled with the struggle for survival, with hardening resolve, the string of loss was a dull ache that never quite seemed to fade. Sylus would never ever be that helpless again.

One day, in a dusty, forgotten corner of a rundown library, Sylus stumbled upon a word that would set his plan into motion—his plan to build some sort of tribute of the crow— a reminder of his vow—to never be powerless and to never lose what he held dear ever again.

"Mephisto," It practically leaped off the tattered page. Sylus' fingers, calloused and scarred, traced the letters, echoing the way he used to stroke the crow's head. The definition below—"a devil.. to whom Faust... sells his soul for knowledge and power"— resondated to Sylus. Knowledge. Power. He could have both. H would become someone new, someone in control, untouchable by grief and regret.

Sylus hadn't ever named the crow because he knew that he would get attached to it, but alas—the crow, even nameless, had woven his way into Sylus' soul. So the least that Sylus could do for that soul that kept him going was to give him a name; Mephisto.

Sylus found an abandoned warehouse with broken windows and wals that were riddled with graffiti. But for Sylus, this place was a blank canvas. This was going to be his workshop. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of solder and the frustrated energy that pulsed off him in waves as he worked. He pushed himself to the very edge of his limits, each burn, each growl, fueled his determination to create Mephisto, down to the last detail.

Sylus poured over old sketches, their edges softened with time and tear stains that refused to fade. Hours bled into days spent hunched over curcuit boards, meticulously weaving together wires. The air buzzed, crackled, and popped—Sylus was desperate to bring those memories back to life.

The day Sylus had finally finished, exhaustion clung to him like second skin. His eyes were bloodshot and he had dark eyebags and dull skin. But when Mephisto 2.0 spread its wings, gears whirring, a triumphant grin split Sylus' face. He had done it. He'd brought him back.

But the triumph was short-lived. It looked like Mephisto. Sounded like Mephisto. Acted like mephisto But it wasn't him. This Mephisto was cold, made of metal and wire, lacking the spark, the warmth, the life that had animated his best friend. There would be no gentle weight settling on Sylus' shoulder, no soft caress of feathers against his cheek, no more sharing scavenged meals, no more sharing eachother's warmth on freezing nights, no more comforting caws lulling Sylus to sleep at night. This Mephisto was a hollow echo, a constant reminder of what he had lost—of what he could never bring back. And it was all his fault.

Sylus traced a finger along the smooth metal of the crow's wing, the chill seeping into his bones. A bitter truth settled in his gut, a painful lesson was learned—some wounds, even time couldn't heal. Some voids could never be filled. Mephisto 2.0, was going to be a reminder of his biggest failure and his biggest regret.

This was Sylus' burden to bear. His alone. The world would see a ruthless leader, a master strategist, wielding his mechanical crow to spy on his pray. They would see power and control over his dominion. But what the people in the N109 Zone would never see would be the constant ache in Sylus' chest, the phantom weight of feathers on his shoulders, the whispers of what could have been. Sylus would wear his mask well—Sylus was the leader of Onychinus, immune to all pain and grief. And loss.

A/N: Just something silly that I came up with at 3 A.M. Sylus and his most loyal companion. I like pain and suffering if you haven't already known that. Also this is the revised version of a post I deleted earlier because I wasn't satified with it. My inspo was book 6 of TWST.

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Masterlist

[phirerow]

Vil Schoenheit.... I am so sorry but my heart is currently stolen by a guy who's motif is skulls and halloween. He looks like he is a little weird, eccentric and fan boyish. Probably whimpers. He managed to stole my heart even though he shares similarities with Idia Shroud.

Before him, Idia Shroud and Jamil Viper were the ones my heart is at risk for the mere fact they have luscious long hair albeit unique for Idia's case. I am a simple woman who's attention can be taken away through beauty. However Skully J Graves is not a matter of beauty but rather my fascination and love for Halloween, Horror and Gothic themes of aesthetics.

My heart is indefinitely stolen by a guy who looks like this:

Even his facial expressions is so cutteeee

[yourdarlingness]

　Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland) retrospring layouts

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[themore12]

Praise (ft. vil and idia)

VIL SCHOENHIET

He gets compliments every day, he's used to it at this point.

Loves every compliment but holds your compliments closer to his heart.

This perfume suited him?

Well, you'll be smelling perfumes similar to this then.

Brands realized that he likes whatever you liked on him,

and that's why they have started convincing YOU.

"These clothes would look amazing on Vil!"

"No these will!"

Anyways.

He holds your compliments dear, and your complaints or minor issues closer.

He knows that you know him better than he knows himself, that's why he trusts you.

He also loves your random compliments.

He would be doing his normal routine and suddenly his heart skips a beat at your sudden compliment

example 1

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"You are the most beautiful being I have laid eyes upon."

Your lover, who was busy doing his skincare routine was caught off guard.

You can see his eyes widen on the reflection in surprise.

You can see in the reflection multiple emotions pass through his face, surprise, disbelief, and happiness.

Adding the final touches to his skincare, he turns to you with love in his eyes and with the gentlest and in-love tone said.

"I should be saying that to you..."

IDIA SHROUD

He was definitely handsome.

But he never believed you whenever you said it.

Him?

He never leaves his room and...showering?

what is that??

(He started regularly showering after you started making his room your room-)

He would never admit it but he always feels happy whenever you compliment his looks.

Early in the relationship, whenever you compliment him he stutters, doesn't make eye contact with you, and attempts to hide his face in his hair.

He remembers each and every compliment as well!

But, when he starts to open up to you and gets more comfortable,

that's when things start to change.

Whenever you compliment him now he grins and says "I know."

You have done miraculous things to his ego.

He has evolved from not believing your compliments to only believing your compliment.

What an improvement.

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Early in the relationship:

"You know, you're handsome now that I look at you."

Glancing at his hair you can see it has betrayed him yet again, as its tips glow red.

He immediately paused the game and turned at you quickly. And with the straightest face told you.

"Check again."

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"I'm checking again and I can say, you're still definitely handsome."

"We need to get you to an eye doctor man..."

But my vision is totally fine?"

"Not if you think I'm handsome!"

You sighed and held his face in your hands. You can see in the corner of your eyes that the tips of his hair start turning red again after it cooled down not too long ago.

His face expressed annoyance but the look in his eyes are screaming to compliment him more. His frowning mouth opened.

"Do you really think I'm handsome?"

"The most handsome gamer I've ever seen."

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Late in the relationship:

"You're so handsome."

"Thanks lol."

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"You know maybe I should tone it down with the compliments..."

"NO!?!?!"

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authors note: I made this at 4 am.

[apompkwrites]

the robotic shroud || idia shroud

masterlist characters: idia & ortho (platonic) genre: angst contains: pov switches, once again probably ooc idia summary: now that his sibling was dead in his hands, idia had to face the cruel reality that he now had two dead siblings. notes: woohoo here to celebrate my new blog photos that i changed to the shroud brothers <33 parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

idia couldn't help but scoop (name)'s body into his shaking arms. maybe it was the small amount of big brother instinct still in his system, but he couldn't help but hold them.

"idia, this is your little sibling," his parents explained, his mother's voice tired and soft. "take good care of them, okay?"

"okay..." idia breathed out his answer, holding the sleeping baby close to his chest.

some promise that was.

"i didn't know there was another me here!" ortho suddenly gasped, having followed idia down to the cell.

"...another you?" idia muttered under his breath. he turned, (name)'s body still cradled in his arms, to look back over at ortho, who was now floating in front of...

well, ortho.

staring at the robot, identified as ortho shroud by your system, in front of you was... interesting, to say the least. he stared back at you with wide eyes that almost seemed to sparkle like stars. the lower half of his face was similar to yours, albeit a lot cleaner.

from what you could feel, the lower half of your face was seemingly tossed together as if it were an afterthought. much like the rest of your limbs, it was glued together with blot, but it was noticeably messier than your body. blot dripped from the gaps in between your face, falling to the ground into little puddles.

the robot in front of you seemed to be properly built, complete with a significant lack of blot holding him together.

"i didn't know there was another prototype of myself, brother," the robot seemed to grin, looking over at idia shroud. he stood with your creator in his arms, staring at you with wide eyes, ones that didn't sparkle like ortho's did.

"there... there isn't," he muttered, a little gasp escaping his lips when his eyes wandered to the screen beside you. "no... no, you didn't..."

you glanced back over at the screen containing his blueprints, the erasure paused at 75 percent. a few remnants of the blueprints remained, most notably the notes containing the innermost parts of your body.

idia shuffled closer to you, his eyes still trained on the remaining blueprints. he didn't push you away, surprisingly. instead, he stood beside you, reading over the notes still on the screen.

"(name)," he called out to you, turning to face you with horror in his eyes. "but... you look like..."

"oh, i can explain that!" you chirped, immediately turning to face both ortho and idia. "see, my creator isn't very good at designs. and since they had limited supplies to start with--"

"they made you look like ortho," idia heaves, his stomach practically dropping to his feet.

"exactly!" you beamed, the blot dripping faster from your face. "my creator is proficient in spiritual and biological studies, but not so much technological."

"spiritual... biological..." idia echoes your words before his head whips back towards your creator's desk. still cradling their body, this time with one arm, he sorts through the various papers and equipment on the table.

"please be careful!" you pleaded, catching a few vials and jars that began to fall from idia's search.

"their research," idia huffed, adjusting his hold on your creator's body. "they had to have done research to make... you, right? where is it?"

"ah, i'm afraid they've been destroyed," you explained, unbothered by the horror that formed on idia's face. "that was part of my first objective, after all!"

idia felt sick. so sick that he barely even registered the rest of what (name)'s rendition of ortho had to say. it was as if all of the blot that his family's organization had been accumulating was transferred to him all at once.

no, there was no way. there was no way that their story ended here. this couldn't be it...

"what do you mean they've been destroyed?" idia mutters.

"well, the blot creatures ate them!" the horrid creation answered. and that answer seemed to be the last straw for idia.

he couldn't do anything except cradle his precious little sibling close in his arms.

was his life just a neverending nightmare, now? first, he lost his youngest brother and had to recreate him with his own two hands. then, he lost his younger sibling, faced with the horrid creation that would now become their legacy.

were they lonely in their final moments? what possessed them to do this? what made them research whatever they did and destroy it when their creation woke up?

idia couldn't help but wonder about all the branching paths in his life.

and why was his life set on the worst possible one?

ortho and ortho(?) stared at each other for a moment. it was surreal, at least for ortho it was. he wasn't entirely sure if it was as surreal for ortho(?) as it was for him, though.

he's always been so fascinated with this world, having been confined to S.T.Y.X. and nowhere else. sure, he knows about the outside world and most of its intricacies because of his access to both the security cameras and the internet, but he's never experienced it before.

but this experience, he was sure, would be the most important one in his memory bank.

he was sure idia viewed this creation as an abomination, what with his groveling and sobbing a few feet away as he cradle a body close to his chest. but ortho... there was a morbid fascination with his doppelganger, a curiosity about its entire existence.

it dripped with blot, the black substance hidden beneath its mechanical parts like super glue. the ball joints that made up its elbows and knees were janky at best, one pair a bit too big, preventing fully fluid movement in the legs, and the other a bit too small, allowing for an impossibly wide range of motion that would eventually cause their arms to fall off.

but what caught ortho's eye the most was the fact that the fire flickering from their chest as too big for its body. it was as if the flame was trying to escape the confines of the socket, flickering brightly and harshly.

it was as if the body was not a proper vessel for its soul.

ortho felt a strange... tug in his soul as well, though. it was as if there was something connecting their fires together, a familiar bond he only shared with idia, or so he thought.

as if running on autopilot, ortho reached out to his doppelganger.

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[thecoolsquirrel]

Hypothetically if I happened to be sent to Twisted Wonderland I would not join a club but I do think some of them are cool!

BONUS:

When I was looking at all the clubs the boys^tm where in, I seen that Jack doesn't like green onions??????

[twistedblunderhand]

Idia showed Lilia "what a miku was" after he kept seeing it everywhere online, which led to the music club being obsessed with her. Idia had a double take when he walked passed an impromptu concert they had in the middle of the school walkway all dressed as miku

((yes, miku exists in twst because shes that cool))

[stupiddumbass19]

Her songs make me live

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