It's me, Connor (He/They) from @/confusedwriter404 !! Again.... cuz the brainworms were actually that bad...
Anyways, this is a blog dedicated to the "What If You Talked In [INSERT GAME WITH SILENT PROTAG]" series created by Press Start To Play, mainly the ones that circle around the Case Family!
The family (as of now and as far as I know) features:
Justin Case (Protagonist of Monster Hunter: World, Ghostbusters, Choo Choo Charles, and Once Human)(Brother of Kit Case. Confirmed during Garten of BanBan IV)
Baz "Kit" Case (Protagonist of Finding Frankie, Garten Of BanBan, Doors, and Poppy Playtime)
Riley Park (Protagonist of Amanda The Adventurer)(Child of Justin Case. Unknown Source.)
Ed Case (Protagonist of Indigo Park)(Son of Kit Case. Confirmed during Indigo Park Chapter 1)
I won't be including Brie Felicity since she doesn't really have that much lore yet, but maybe one day!
Here, you can submit any and all thoughts you have about the Case family, as so will I (but mostly with Kit since he's my huge fave (and my f/o))
I'm not really sure what the age range for this fandom is, so I'm just gonna warn you guys to PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL AND CAUTIOUS WHILE GOING THROUGH THIS BLOG! I'm someone who says shit unfiltered, so if you feel uncomfortable with anything I say, you are free to scroll and block!
And if you're here to stay, have fun in this mess of a blog !!
KIT CASE COMPILATIONS MADE BY URS TRULY !!: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
To those who haven't seen my Kit reference sheet in ArtFight, here's the backstory I made for him that I put on his profile! (Please note that I wrote this during the dead of night so some things might not makes sense)
Mii Captain Arr asked for a street lamp in an area where I've already put the proper amount of street lamps so that my island wouldn't look messy. Let's just say I sent him to the Isolation Island For Misbehaving Miis.
In a single day fueled with absolute spite and the dread for my back-to-school day, I have successfully created my boy, my darling, my stupid dumb dumb idiot, Kit !!
I'll work on his and Connor's outfits tomorrow lol :]
"My child is completely fine!" Your child is burdened by the tragic stories of the numerous children treated like lab rats in the old toy company he worked in and almost dies from a stab wound to his chest.
"My child is completely fine!" Your child is trapped in a nightmare dimension after trying to go home on a normal bus and got possessed by deviants that give him supernatural powers and speak in his head while he's trying to actively kill every single one of them just to get home.
"My child is completely fine!" Your child is being hunted down by theme park mascots from his childhood and a highly intelligent AI raccoon that has speculated ADHD and attachment issues and he doesn't know the date today.
"My child is completely fine!" Your child hears their parents yell at each other and gets told by their father that he wished they were never his kid and is being tormented by haunted VHS tapes made by a secret cult organization who experimented on and exploited children.
BRO LITERALLY AN HOUR AFTER I TOLD CONNOR THAT KIT HAS A CRUSH ON HIM, CONNOR FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM, THEN 10. MINUTES. LATER!!!! KIT FELL IN LOVE TOO. And then confesses an hour later. Connor accepted :D
Fuck it, we ball. And by ball, I mean bawl. As in sob.
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Useless.
Useless, useless, useless, useless, they felt so utterly useless!
They could’ve reached a bit further and forced their body to work with them but alas, they weren’t going to just risk a sudden need for recovery right when they agreed to help!
And now… Kissy was left fighting whatever attacked her.
Connor sighed in defeat. Useless…
“Son of a…!” Kit put his hands on his head, gripping some hair.
Poppy, who stood on the railings, cried, calling out to Kissy above, “No, no, no! Hold on, Kissy. I’m coming!”
Connor was sitting on the floor of the lift, trying to relax his back and body from the stinging. He held onto the railing, gasping for air. The pain was subsiding, but it still lingered uncomfortably. He exhaled, “What’s… what’s the plan, Poppy?”
Poppy turned to the two. “Listen. You two go on ahead. Don’t wait for me.”
“Why?” Kit asked.
“I won't leave Kissy behind,” Poppy explained, “And I won't sacrifice our plan. Not because of….”
“Because of what?” Connor asked.
“... because of me.”
Her?? That thought seemed to both cross the two men's minds. What did she mean...?
“Just…” Poppy began, “Be careful. Down here, it's… it's not like anything you've seen above.”
Connor tried not to snort at that. Yeah, right. Between him getting traumatized from all the child experimentation they did on these kids, getting chased by a dog mascot who lost his lower half, and whatever the hell else Kit probably experienced, he doubted there was anything else worse than what they've handled.
“It's not trying to hide what it is…”
Kit and Connor looked at each other before looking back at the porcelain doll. Kit asked her, “What is it?”
“... It's hell.”
They both groaned.
“And Playtime wanted it to be.” Of fucking course they did.
Poppy gave them a small smile before she added, “But we have allies down here.”
Eh?
“We do?” Connor clarified.
“Get to them.”
The lift finally made it down below, gate opening to let the two men outside.
“We'll certainly try,” Kit said, “Can you tell us who they are or where they are?”
Poppy shook her head.
Connor sighed, pushing himself up with the railings, “Probably best to not say. Someone might be listening in or something.”
“You need help?”
“I'll walk it off.”
Connor and Kit got off the elevator before the doors shut behind them.
The elevator started to ascend as the doll called out to them, “There’s still time to save the orphans. Follow the Red Smoke. And look out for–”
The rest of her sentence was interrupted by a pipe bursting and releasing steam.
“Ha?!” Connor tried to catch what Poppy tried to say. No use.
“Look out for what?” Kit wondered. He called out to Poppy from the elevator as it ascended higher, “What else could there possibly be?! Poppy?!”
No response.
“POPPY!”
…
Still nothing.
Kit sighed, “Well, fantastic. Could've told us what BEFORE you left!”
Connor was more worried about whether or not Kissy would still be alive. He turned on his heel, walking ahead of Kit, “We'll deal with it. For now, to hell we go.”
Kit followed behind, “Yay… I mean, how bad could it be, huh?
He hoped he wouldn't regret saying that.
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Kit inserted a battery he had picked up into the socket and shot his blue hand on the scanner on the opposite side of it from the door.
“High-five!”
Connor hid his mouth with the back of his hand.
The door finished scanning his hand and the door slid open before them, letting them inside.
“Thank you,” Kit thanked no one in particular before walking inside and into the hallway.
“More caves, huh?” Connor's voice echoed through the hall.
“How much lower does this place go…?” Kit wondered, pushing the first door he saw open. “What's in he– eahhhhahh….”
Inside was a torn down office with toppled shelves, moldy, bloodied floor and walls, and a giant hole on one of the said walls inside the room. There were a few corpses of Smiling Critter dolls laid out in the room, and a singular computer that was only displaying white sat on a desk where a note was laid.
“Super cheery as always…” Kit commented, walking inside. He picked up the note on the table and began to read it out loud, Connor standing behind him and looking over his shoulder to read along.
“For those involved with our construction processes, we caution your use of combustion or heat-based elements within environments containing Red Smoke. Due to the nature of its composition–”
The former employee stopped there, folding the paper in half and holding it up behind him for Connor, who accepted the piece of paper and put it inside his bag.
“Yeah yeah, Red Smoke go boom. Got it.”
Connor figured that was probably why CatNap set on fire back at the panic room.
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Connor pushed open the door to the next room, entering a cave system illuminated by the red light that the pipes containing Red Smoke produced. He and Kit followed those pipes into the cave.
"So... What happened back there?"
Connor turned to Kit while they continued to walk, "Hm?"
"When you tried to reach for Kissy. Why couldn't you get to her first?" Kit asked.
Connor looked ahead of him, staring at the stalactites in the cave while he tried to come up with a good explanation. Something that wouldn't make him seem like he did it on purpose. Because he didn't.
"I.... I don't know.” Connor replied, “My body just... grew tired, I guess? Everything hurt, my back stung like a bitch, and it felt like I reached my limit. It's... It sucks. I hope she's okay."
Kit didn't sound judgmental, telling them, "I guess all the time you've spent exploring this place finally got to you, huh?"
Huh.
Yeah, that probably made a lot more sense.
"I guess. I did have to do a bunch of weird shit to my bones just so I could get through some of the rooms here in the factory so that's probably half the reason."
"Your bones?"
"You'll see. Sooner or later.”
…
“Sorry,” Connor blurted out.
“Hm? For what?”
Now he didn't know why he said that.
“I- It's– Uh… Fuck. You know? The thing with Kissy? Maybe if I uh… pushed myself to reach further, then…”
Kit stopped walking, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, “Hey.”
Connor felt a shock go through his body from the sudden action and froze up. Oh, great…
“You were tired. Don't beat yourself up too much over it. She'll be okay. The three of us tried to save her, the elevator just really fricking hated us.”
The former employee let go of Connor. “Right now, we get to those allies Poppy mentioned. She's already saving Kissy right now. She'll be okay.”
…
Connor took a deep breath, shaking his head like a cat who had just finished sunbathing.
“You're right, you're right…”
They both moved forward.
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“Wee!” Kit swung over the giant chasm and to the other side of the cave with his grabpack, quickly releasing the trigger and landing his feet on the ground. He turned around, waiting for his partner to follow.
Connor looked at the gap, then at the handlebar on the pipes. This was the first time he's actually felt pressure doing this. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off or something.
He adjusted his bag then put it on his front, letting his tentacles sprout on his back. He stepped back, bracing himself, then…
The ink creature ran forward, grabbing onto the handlebar with his tentacles and swinging over to the other side. His panic was short-lived as he finally reached the other side, releasing his limbs from the handlebar before keeling over. His body was hurting again.
“Ow… ow… ow…” He groaned. Kit crouched down beside him, checking up on the boy.
“Hey, you alright?”
Connor, despite being on his elbows and knees and having his head down on the ground, nodded, holding up a weak thumbs up.
Kit seemed unsure, “Yeah, no, I don't believe that one bit. You sure you don't want me to help you?”
Connor took deep breaths, “I'm fine… I can walk it off…”
Kit sighed, realizing that there was no other way to convince Connor that they could rest for a moment. He didn't know what was going on with him, and he doubted that it was supposed to be a good thing. He didn't know how his kind worked.
Well, if he said he was fine, then he was fine.
He hoped he was, atleast.
“Okay…”
Connor took off his bag and set it down on the ground beside him for a moment, tentacles dissolving back into his body while Kit waited beside him, gently patting his back.
… The air was cold.
Too cold.
He didn't know why, but he knew that wasn't supposed to be the case normally. They were probably a long way down already. It should've be a lot warmer than it was right now.
…
It was probably fine.
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“Geez, lots of dead Critters around here…”
They walked through the caves, trying not to step over some of the corpses before looking at the sign on the wall.
“”To Prison”,” Kit read. He shrugged, “Okay.”
They walked away.
…
Connor paused, “Huh?”
Kit seemed to slowly start to notice the problem, as well, stopping in his tracks before turning back around, “Wait… what?!”
They looked back at the sign. Yup. They read that right.
“”To Prison”?? All the other monsters were just roaming around free!” Kit complained, “What the fuck is down here that you need a prison for?!”
He sighed, continuing on their path. “That bodes well…”
Connor reassured him as they continued forward, “We'll be fineee, it's fineeee…”
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Kit sucked in some air before squeezing through a gap in their path. He groaned, “Tight fit…!”
He made it through, rubbing his chest. “Should lay off the Fried Twinkies…”
Connor squeezed through the gap after him, feeling his body squishing and his bones adjusting to fit through. He was going to be really sore by the end of all this…
Connor pulled his right leg away from the gap, looking at the other with curiosity. “Fried Twinkies?”
“It's… Ah, you'll make fun of me for it,” Kit dismissed.
“I can't judge you, dude. I eat a lot of questionable shit just to keep my body stable.”
The former employee looked at the boy. He had a lot of questions for him when the time was right…
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Kit inserted a tape he found into a VCR before he stepped away, putting his hands in his jacket pockets, “What we got today?”
The video began with loud static before fading to a logo of Playtime Co. Another training video for…
The… flare hand…?
“You already had that thing for a while, no?” Connor asked the former employee who switched out his purple hand for the flare one.
“Yeah, I have. Wonder why this thing just showed up now.”
“In dark areas,” the training video read, “use Flares to light your path forward.”
“And they can also frighten small creatures which has been far more useful,” Kit added.
The VHS tape eventually proved itself useful, showing that any flammable items and liquids could burn up on contact with the flares.
Hopefully, monster fur also counted. Just in case they eventually needed to use it as a last resort for when things went south.
Not like Connor couldn't often do anything about it, but right now, that was exactly the case.
“Shoot at the wrong thing and…”
The yellow dummy on the video shot its flare into the cave and towards five barrels of oil. The barrels exploded and burst into flames once the flare made contact with them. The dummy disappeared in the footage.
“Ohh… yeah,” Kit groaned. He put his hand on his chest and somberly said, “Poor Danny. They found his toes two states over.”
“Was this before or after they filled up the holes in his body that were penetrated by spikes?” Connor asked.
“Eh, I forgot. He always kept getting himself into trouble.” Kit sighed, putting his hands on his waist, “Ah, working here used to be a blast!”
He didn't know if that joke was intentional or not. Still, it was pretty funny.
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Kit shot a flare at the rope keeping the door closed. It burnt almost immediately.
“Wonder why they didn't block it with anything else,” Connor wondered as the doors slowly started to open. “Like maybe boxes or chairs….”
Kit shrugged, “Who knows? One thing though, that's some flammable ass rope.”
They walked up to the doors as they finally opened midway.
…
“Woah...”
The two looked at the cavern in horror, eyes wide.
Piled of dead, broken, and bloodied toys filled almost the entirety of the cave. With the knowledge of these toys being children, there was only one thing Connor could compare this to.
A graveyard.
It was an entire fucking graveyard of dead children who were tested on against their own will, turned into toys, then thrown away like they were nothing but expendable lab rats.
Connor really wished someone who had an involvement in this was still alive so that he could take out all the anger he had on them.
He hasn't stepped foot into the graveyard yet. Neither he nor the former employee did.
“Playtime's been up to a lot of sick-ass shit, huh…” the former muttered.
The latter slowly stepped forward and continued on their path, the ink creature following behind.
“How many thousands of these things have they killed…?” Kit asked himself, “And… why?”
As they walked, Connor couldn't help but slow himself down to look at the toys. It was so sickening. How could another human being do that to innocent children with no regard for their… well, everything.
They promised them a better future, then did this?
He noticed how Kit didn't even bother to look around too much. Must've made him sick as well.
Eventually, Connor noticed a piece of paper on top of a barrel. A note.
Connor looked at Kit. He'll catch up.
He quickly went over to the barrel and picked up the paper.
“Riley's Journal Entry”
Oh no…
“Two weeks since the fire
August 8th, 1994
Riley, Age 12
First week at Playcare. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what I wanted it to be. There are a lot of people here, and they've given a lot to me. A room, a roof, a big pink bed, girly toys (I'm a little too old for that), and a journal. The adults encourage me to talk to the other kids, but I'm not sure what to say to them. Most of them have been here almost their whole lives, or, at least, they were young enough that they can't remember what they lost. My parents loved, protected, and taught me, and I'm not sure the others even remember what that's like. They don't know what they don't have, but I do. I remember a lot. I try to be kind to them though, even if there's very little I can say. Right now, I think I prefer it like that.
The nice counselor who said I was quiet told me that I could say whatever I wanted in my journal, and it would only be for me. Make two lists, she said, one with what's important to me right now, in this moment, and the other being why. She said it might help me. I'm going to try it.
What's important to me:
- That the nice counselor cares enough about me to try to make me feel at home.
- Trying to get comfortable here. Even if it's not home, it's all I have now.
- That my life matters, since it can be lost so quickly.
- That my parents' lives mattered too.
Why:
Because I'm scared. Anything can happen in an instant and leave you with nothing, and because of that, I'm scared that nothing matters. But I want to feel happy again (Really, I do), and it's important to me right now, in this moment, that someone here cares that I feel at home, even if I'm not.”
… Were there more of these?
His question was answered when he heard Kit call for him, “Hey Conns, someone left a note down here.”
Ohhh no…
Connor looked down at the note he had. “Whose is it?”
“Some kid named Riley. Her name's written on the page.”
Ohhh noooo…
Connor folded up the paper and put it inside his bag while he walked up behind Kit as he started to mumble what was written on the paper.
“Being chosen. The other kids talk about it a lot. I still don't know what that's exactly about. If it means I'm being adopted, I'm not sure if I even want that. What's important to me: figuring out if I even want to be adopted, trying to feel how the other kids seem to feel day in and day out.”
…
The two turned to look at each other uncomfortably. They probably knew where this was going at this point…
Kit turned the note around and continued reading, "I've been chosen. Dr. White chose me….”
…
“Kit?” Connor checked up on the other who took in a shaky breath, handing the paper to the boy.
“I don't… need to know more than that,” he explained.
…
Connor nodded. He continued reading it himself while following Kit deeper into the cavern.
“For a while, I didn't know I wanted to be, or how I'd feel if I was. But, really, I think I'm happy! There were interviews, of course, but I didn't think any of those couples actually liked me. Too anxious. Too quiet. Doesn't get along with the other kids. And good test scores don't always make a good kid, they'd often say. But I guess somebody liked me.
I asked if I could take my journal. They said yes, but I wanted to write this out before l leave.
I haven't felt like this since before the accident. Since my parents. The lists Ms. Harper told me about have helped me a lot in recent months, and now, I think I have more for the first list than ever.
What's important to me:
- That I still try to be the girl my parents raised. Live by their values so that a part of them is still here, so that their lives mattered.
-Being good to myself, and to whoever takes me in.
-Staying happy.
-Finding more friends.
-Getting used to a new home.
-Growing up to help kids that were like me.
-Start an orphanage, like Elliot Ludwig, and fill it with toys and good people.”
… Poor kid.
She just needed help. A family that could help her continue to live and prosper. To heal and move on. She was just a scared kid who came from a tragic accident, who was promised a better future.
And they broke that promise.
…
She didn't deserve this. None of them did.
Connor was snapped out of his thoughts by a noise. “What was that?”
He and Kit looked over to a pile of dead toys. There was a fuzzy, yellow arm that belonged to one of the toys that still moved. It turned off the light beside it before disappearing.
“Ohh, good. There's some still alive down here…” Kit groaned, uncomfortably, “I don't know… what's worse. Them being dead or alive.”
Connor folded up the paper in his hands and put it in his bag, “Depends on what gets you more, which should be either the physical or mental scarring.”
…
For good measure, Kit shot a flare at where they saw the toy.
“Hey, we cool?”
…
“Yeah, we cool.”
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Connor looked up at the high ceiling. Barely any sunlight was shining on this part of the factory anymore.
“How far down do you think we are now?”
Kit looked up as well, telling him, “Too far. Makes you wonder how much money they spent on this shithole.”
“And yet, barely anyone blew a whistle.”
“Yeah…”
They managed to find the Prison.
“This looks like the exit,” Kit said.
SNAP!
Connor's deafening screech pierced Kit’s and his own ears as a blinding spotlight flashed upon the two. Kit yelled as well, covering his eyes immediately. Alarms and flashing red lights rang through the Prison entrance. It filled their senses.
“AGH! WHAT?! WHAT’D I DO?!” Kit cried, adjusting his vision. Connor was crouched down beside him, ink dripping from his face before it stopped.
Kit looked at the Prison's entrance. The door was closing.
“Oh, no! Conns, get up!”
Connor scrambled to stand, his eyes and ears still trying to recover from the overwhelming stimulation they got before he started to run behind Kit towards the entrance.
“No, no, nononononono!”
The door slammed shut, Kit running towards the door and using his hands to stop himself from hitting his face on it. He slammed his fists on the door.
“Damn it!”
A screech could be heard from somewhere above. “Oh, crap…”
Connor caught his breath below the stairs and removed his bag, holding onto it by its sling. “Hah… hah… What now?”
Kit was about to look around for another way out before–
“HII!!!”
A small yellow Huggy Wuggy toy jumped down from a pile of dead toys and scrambled towards the two. They screamed, Kit quickly shooting at the toy with his flare hand as more of the same Huggy dolls with different colors started to crawl swiftly towards them.
“GAH! NOPE, GO AWAY!”
“AHH! TOO HOT!” The yellow Huggy screamed as it jumped back to the pile it came from.
“HUG MEEE!!” another Huggy doll cried.
“AWH, MY NIGHTMARES ARE COMING TRUE!”
A Huggy doll jumped towards Kit, “HUG TIME!”
He yelped and ducked out of the way, causing it to jump towards Connor's face instead. The boy yelled as he quickly sprouted a tentacle and chucked it away from him and into another group of dolls who toppled over from the impact.
A few more surrounded Connor who threw them away with his tentacles all the same. “FUCKING HELLS! THE FACE IS FRAGILE! HEY– NOT THE LEG!”
“HUG ME!!!”
“GO AWAY!” Kit yelled. “Shoo! Shoo!”
Another toy appeared,”Hii! Want a hug?”
Kit shot a flare at it, “No!”
The toys finally disappeared back into the shadows, “We just wanted hugs!!”
The two finally caught their breaths after that encounter. Connor put his bag back on, groaning, “Guess that's all of ‘em.”
The door of the Prison snapped shut, completely locking them out of the area.
“Welp,” Kit sighed, “Guess we gotta find a different way in.”
Connor nodded, walking out of the fence. He heard Kit groan in frustration behind him. He must've really hated that toy, huh?
They couldn't argue. They were terrified of that fucking thing.
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Connor snapped another photo of the graveyard with his camera. Journaling reasons.
As he did, he could hear the former employee walking up behind him. He turned around and found Kit handing him another piece of paper.
“Here,” he said.
“Huh?” Connor looked at the other in confusion.
“Take it. I read through it already.”
… Ohhh.
“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”
Connor put his camera back in his bag before he took the paper from Kit, looking at the man's expression. He seemed troubled. Rightfully so, too.
… He seemed to be taking it a little personally, though. He wasn't being too outward about it, but he could already tell.
Kit started to slowly walk away to look for the exit.
“You okay?”
He stopped walking and looked back at the boy, “Hm? Uh… I don't know. It's just…”
Connor furrowed his eyebrows in worry, “It's hard, no?”
“Yeah…. Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
…
“I'll let you get back to it, then.”
“Yeah, I probably should.”
Kit walked away.
…
Connor looked at the paper. From Riley. Again.
And this time, it looked like what he and Kit were worried about turned out to be true.
“This wasn't what I thought, what ANYONE thought. They took me somewhere. Not out, but under. Deep beneath EVERYTHING. They gave me a shot, and I went to sleep. Maybe that was days ago. Maybe it was weeks. I remember images. My skin opened up like flower petals, a man who looked like a doctor digging around inside me, taking things out. I remember feeling his touch through my ribs and into the back of my spine. I remember hearing a snap. Everywhere was red.
When I woke up, everything hurt, so I screamed. Hours and hours of screaming. I stopped once I knew no one was listening.
I'm not me anymore. My body is not my body. My hands are not my hands. I try to brush the hair I still feel at my shoulders, and touch nothing. I can't separate my fingers, even though I can almost feel them move. It's like nothing of what I feel actually is. Maybe that's been true for a while now.
I'm in a room that isn't so different from the one I had in the orphanage. Everything's nailed down. I've been here a long time.
I'm trying to write the lists that helped before, but I've dropped the pen three times. I don't know what else to do.
Why did I survive if this was all I'd get? What did it all mean if this is where it put me? This can't be all there is.
What's important to me:
-Waking up from this nightmare.
-Getting out.
-Getting back to being me.
Why:
Because I'd started to like life again before, and none of this should be real.”
Out of all the people they decided to do this shit on, they had to go for children?
Why not criminals? Felons? Poachers? The people who actually deserved it?!
Frustration accompanied the horror and pity he felt for this girl…
Not feeling like you belonged in the body that was supposed to be yours anymore… Yeah, he knew that feeling. It had been years ago since he felt that.
Getting the first skin he had was a pain, even for his parents. It didn't feel right. And when he turned 12 and got his second, it just made the dysmorphia worse. Atleast he was content with the one he had now. There were some wonky stitches and terrible patchwork, sure, but he was comfortable in it.
No human child, however, had to experience such a terrible thing. To be stripped of one's own identity was the worst thing these people could've done.
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“Oh no…” Kit found another piece of paper. “Please no…”
…
He heavily exhaled. It was another journal entry. Connor was standing far behind him as he skimmed through the paper.
From where he stood, he could already tell Kit felt like throwing up.
“”Bodies everywhere. Piles and piles. They look like me. Oh god, oh god, what's happening–” Son of a…” Kit stopped reading, pressing his thumb, middle, and index fingers on his eyes. He let his arm holding the paper fall down beside him, looking around, “Conns?”
“Right behind you,” Connor walked up to him. Kit turned around and held the paper up towards the boy.
“Take it. Please. I can't read this. You…” Kit paused. “... Sorry.”
Connor nodded, “It's fine.”
He took the paper from Kit.
…
“Wanna talk about it?” Connor asked. It was only fair. The other's been the one giving him reassurance and the knowledge that he wasn't doing this alone back at Playcare, he basically owed him now.
Kit tapped his foot on the ground.
…
“... It's not easy looking at all of this,” he motioned his hand towards the graveyard. “Especially when it makes you think about… what would've happened if your own kids went through what they had to.”
Ah… he knew that feeling. Being one of the eldest siblings had its challenges.
…
Wait.
Connor asked, “You have kids?”
“Yeah,” Kit rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling, “Two kids. Youngest was born just last year. I wouldn't say I'm the best father to them, but I do care. And y'know, looking at all of this and thinking about what I had to go through for them before I got here… I guess I'm just sad there's some kids in here that didn't get the same luxury my own had. If I could've, maybe there was a way for me to…”
He sniffed, “... I don't know, see the signs and save these kids. I know they didn't do this for all of them, but it would've been better if they were in any other orphanage but here.”
Oh man, this was affecting Kit a lot more than he thought. He felt terrible now for trying to use him as a key earlier.
“I know it's useless thinking about what should've been done then, I just couldn't help myself.”
Connor nodded. “I understand.”
…
“Atleast you have a chance to… take action now. Do whatever you can to help the kids that are still here.”
Kit hummed, “Yeah… We’ll make those bastards pay. I just hope I won't mess up. This is a lot different from what I had gone through before.”
“We won't. We'll make sure of it.”
The former employee gave the ink creature a soft smile.
“Thanks.”
“Don't mention it. Oh, and–” Connor pointed at a giant hole right on a cave wall, leading to the exit of the graveyard, “exit’s right up there.”
Kit turned around, looking at the hole. And what was below the opening. “Awh, geez…”
“Yeah…”
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The man pulled his foot out as it sank down into the pile of corpses while he tried to climb over them to reach the exit.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” He kept repeating guiltily to the corpses.
Connor felt a crunch as they took another step. They shivered before holding out a hand. “Pull me up.”
Kit grabbed onto Connor’s hand and pulled them up through the cave hole. Connor grunted as their feet finally stood on solid ground. The former employee let go of Connor’s hand, groaning, “Never had to climb a mountain of corpses before… There’s not gonna be enough therapy in the world for me when this is over…”
Connor agreed, “Straight to the mental asylum, that’s what’s gonna happen by the end of all this.”
They jumped down to a hole and followed the path. It led them to another area with ledges and purple hand indicators on the ground.
…
“Are you heavy?” Kit asked Connor who shook his head.
“Pretty light. Concerningly light.”
“You alright with hopping on my back?”
“I don’t see any other way for me to cross, so yeah.”
Connor slowly and carefully climbed on Kit’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck and holding onto his hands while his legs scrambled to wrap around the other’s torso. Kit didn't need to hold onto his legs because… well…
“Huh… You barely weigh like anything. What??”
“Everyone always tells me this. I don’t know why, either. Guess it’s just something my kind has.”
“You are healthy, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Oookay then. Welp, let’s just have some fun with this before the mental scarring. Here we go!”
Kit shot the purple hand onto the indicator on the ground.
“Weeee!!” The two of them laughed.
Kit shot at another indicator.
“WEEEEE-!!”
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RIIINGGGG!!!
“You got a call,” Connor pointed at the phone Kit still kept in his belt. The other took it out, answering the call.
“That thing still works down here…?” He asked himself before speaking through the receiver, “Hello?”
Static was combined with the very voice in the other end of the line whom they expected and welcomed nonetheless.
“Hey. It’s me again, Ollie.”
“Ollie!” Kit exclaimed.
“Hey, buddy,” Connor greeted the voice.
“I wanted to…” Ollie hesitated for a moment, “… I wanted to talk to you two.”
“Talk away.”
“Before you go inside, I mean…”
Must’ve been pretty serious. Connor let him continue, “Go on....”
Ollie began, “Everything you’ve seen out here… The piles, the dead… they ALL came from inside.”
Kit rolled his eyes. “Bodes well.”
Connor hushed him as he continued to listen in. Kit grimaced and gave him a silent apology.
“Believe me. Everything Poppy said about this place is true. It's hell...”
They could tell. It was pretty hard not to miss.
“But she also hasn't seen it like I have. It's worse now.”
“Worse?!” Kit exclaimed.
“Worse than ever.”
“Than the mountains of corpses outside?!” Connor questioned.
“Just…” Ollie continued, “try to stay safe. Please. Don't let your guard down for even a second.”
“We won't,” Kit assured him.
“I'll try to help you when I can.”
“Okay… Thanks, Ollie.”
The phone call ended. Kit sighed, “Just HAD to come back for that paycheck, didn't I?”
“Well, you're in too deep now,” Connor shrugged.
“Literally.”
They both looked down at the ground. There was a rotting, human corpse of what looked like a guard. Its blood was splattered on the wall it leaned on and on the ground. Kit uncomfortably said, “Uhhh, I'm just gonna assume this man really loves strawberry syrup.”
There was a note beside the body. Connor picked it up. “Looks like he dropped something before he passed.”
“It's probably about loving syrup to death I hope,” Kit laughed.
Connor did the honor of reading the note first.
“This place is a prison. I don't know what I thought it'd be, but it wasn't this. I mean, what did I do wrong? They made me into this, and put me in a cell. There must be hundreds, maybe even thousands of others here. How could this happen?
There's no food here, only the bodies, and I refuse to eat them.
The train, that's what takes everyone here. The conductor's dead, but he has a key, a key that makes the train move. I don't know if there are people elsewhere, or if they intend to come back here with more like me. I'll take the key, make sure no one else can come here. I'll put it where no one can find it.
I don't know how little or how much my life mattered, but I can do this. This one thing. Maybe it'll save someone. Anyone. Even just one person. That would be enough. Nobody else should hear what I've had to hear inside this place. Nobody else should know hell like this, or the demons that live there.
What's important:
- That I helped someone the way I wanted to someday when I thought I was adopted.
- That my life mattered to someone.
Why:
So that I'll know, wherever I go now (hopefully to my parents) that I fulfilled a little of what I said I would, and made life just a little better for someone else, even if this place took everything else.”
… Connor grimaced.
Kit raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“Ehh…. It's… not that…” Connor showed him the note.
Kit took it. Another journal entry. His smug smile dropped, “Oh no…”
…
Connor looked at the door beside the body. Then the train behind them. Above it was a crate hanging on the ceiling.
“Looks like Riley hid it up there,” he pointed at the crate.
Kit folded the paper, “Just to try and save someone else…”
…
“Her life mattered. Riley's.”
Connor nodded, “Yeah. I can't believe this place made her think otherwise… No child wants to be something like that.”
Kit held onto the triggers for his grabpack. “We'll make sure she knows.”
He walked up to two boxes that were just by the train and pulled them to the other side with his grabpack. Connor watched as he turned them into steps, climbing on them before hopping on the train to get to the suspended crate.
He walked in.
…
“Kit? You alright?” Connor called out.
Kit yelled back from inside, “Y-yeah, I'm fine! It's just, uh…”
He emerged from inside, holding a key with dried blood on it, a grim expression on his face.
“I… I think I found Riley.”
Connor's ears drooped as his expression changed into one of sadness.
“Did she…?”
That blood on the key…
Kit turned his head to look at what Connor could only guess to be Riley's dead body.
“... Yeah.”
…
Connor took off his hat.
They let silence fill the cave. To pay respects. To mourn a child they barely even knew.
To let the mess they've dragged themselves into sink in.
-FIN-
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We back at it again, boys, girls, and squirrels!
Now about the Butcher Vanity AMV, I have decided to put it on hold until the finale is released which should give me enough time to both work on my ArtFight references and preparing myself for my psychology electives for next school year since I think the first day begins at the 15th of June. Apologies if you guys were looking forward to it but I hope y'all understand!
[If you don't want any more yapping, you can stop here now!]
Also, I've seen someone (*cough* Multimix *cough*) very obviously shipping Kit and Connor together and to that I say...
I don't like writing the obvious so I'm just letting you guys interpret their relationship in a way y'all usually interpret your fav OTPs :]
I have also made a few changes in some of the previous parts cuz wanted it to actually make sense for when Connor starts taking the Ovenist job in GPGP and join Kit in Dark Pals. That does mean Connor in Dark Pals will be posted soon! Here's a little sneak peek!
Hope you guys are ready cuz I will be having a LOT of fun writing it >:]
This has been mod Connor speaking, I hope you guys are ready because things will start to get messy !!
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