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@clouded-disguise
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Updike stared at his bathroom mirror as large black tentacles sprouted from his back. He let himself go, letting part of his disguise melt away. Black tears began to spill from his eyes as he let out a quiet gargling noise. His voice devolved into gargles and soft screeches as his sharp teeth were exposed.
He can’t let anyone see his true self. No matter what...
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Updike was just headed home, wanting to relax. What he hadn’t noticed was that the stress of the day had caused a little bit of black goo to drool from his mouth.
Once he noticed, he wiped it from his mouth, hoping no one noticed.
But then he saw another cloud person looking at him. Oh. Oh no. They had noticed...
He continued walking, hoping that the person hadn’t thought much of it. Most people thought nothing of it, which was good for him.
-@clouded-disguise
Mm, interesting. Cirrus knew well enough his kind didn’t do that, didn’t usually have anything anomalous about them other than their fluff. Sure, it could have been nothing, but since when had anyone found out anything by shrugging observations off as a trick of the light? So, he started to follow the other cloud person, slowly as to not give himself away so quickly.
Updike glanced around as he walked. Not because he was nervous, but just because he wanted to look around. Maybe he would spot something that he might want?
The other was unfaltering, pretending to look at his phone instead to avoid some suspicion. Really though, he was just staring, taking note of every single and most likely inconsequential thing.
Updike continued to walk, thinking to himself.
Cirrus started to think of how to properly incapacitate the probable anomaly, fingers gently tracing the syringe in his lab coat. Thankfully he had the good habit of taking at least one dose of tranquilizer with him, this would have been considerably harder without it. He started to pick up the pace a bit, being mindful not to make his steps too loud.
As Updike passed a bakery, he thought about going in, but decided not to.
He was slowly but steadily starting to close in, hand absentmindedly rubbing against the pocket in which he kept his tranquilizer in. Of course, he wouldn’t do something like that out in the open, at least not messily. But Cirrus had a plan. He always did.
Updike shuddered as he thought about something, a small row of spikes going up his spine before disappearing. The spikes were so small that you would hardly notice them under his shirt.
Cirrus didn’t notice the spikes, although he did see a bit of the fabric moving. Interesting. Slowly, they were starting to go to a less secluded part of town, and he knew that.
Updike soon noticed a pizza shop. He decided to go over to it so he could get a calzone.
Oh, food. Well, he didn’t mind waiting outside for a while. There was a perfectly good park bench right there, after all. Cirrus sat down on it, taking a second to just relax.
A few minutes later, Updike stepped out of the pizza shop, biting into a freshly made calzone.
Updike was just headed home, wanting to relax. What he hadn’t noticed was that the stress of the day had caused a little bit of black goo to drool from his mouth.
Once he noticed, he wiped it from his mouth, hoping no one noticed.
But then he saw another cloud person looking at him. Oh. Oh no. They had noticed...
He continued walking, hoping that the person hadn’t thought much of it. Most people thought nothing of it, which was good for him.
-@clouded-disguise
Mm, interesting. Cirrus knew well enough his kind didn’t do that, didn’t usually have anything anomalous about them other than their fluff. Sure, it could have been nothing, but since when had anyone found out anything by shrugging observations off as a trick of the light? So, he started to follow the other cloud person, slowly as to not give himself away so quickly.
Updike glanced around as he walked. Not because he was nervous, but just because he wanted to look around. Maybe he would spot something that he might want?
The other was unfaltering, pretending to look at his phone instead to avoid some suspicion. Really though, he was just staring, taking note of every single and most likely inconsequential thing.
Updike continued to walk, thinking to himself.
Cirrus started to think of how to properly incapacitate the probable anomaly, fingers gently tracing the syringe in his lab coat. Thankfully he had the good habit of taking at least one dose of tranquilizer with him, this would have been considerably harder without it. He started to pick up the pace a bit, being mindful not to make his steps too loud.
As Updike passed a bakery, he thought about going in, but decided not to.
He was slowly but steadily starting to close in, hand absentmindedly rubbing against the pocket in which he kept his tranquilizer in. Of course, he wouldn’t do something like that out in the open, at least not messily. But Cirrus had a plan. He always did.
Updike shuddered as he thought about something, a small row of spikes going up his spine before disappearing. The spikes were so small that you would hardly notice them under his shirt.
Cirrus didn’t notice the spikes, although he did see a bit of the fabric moving. Interesting. Slowly, they were starting to go to a less secluded part of town, and he knew that.
Updike soon noticed a pizza shop. He decided to go over to it so he could get a calzone.
Updike was just headed home, wanting to relax. What he hadn’t noticed was that the stress of the day had caused a little bit of black goo to drool from his mouth.
Once he noticed, he wiped it from his mouth, hoping no one noticed.
But then he saw another cloud person looking at him. Oh. Oh no. They had noticed...
He continued walking, hoping that the person hadn’t thought much of it. Most people thought nothing of it, which was good for him.
-@clouded-disguise
Mm, interesting. Cirrus knew well enough his kind didn’t do that, didn’t usually have anything anomalous about them other than their fluff. Sure, it could have been nothing, but since when had anyone found out anything by shrugging observations off as a trick of the light? So, he started to follow the other cloud person, slowly as to not give himself away so quickly.
Updike glanced around as he walked. Not because he was nervous, but just because he wanted to look around. Maybe he would spot something that he might want?
The other was unfaltering, pretending to look at his phone instead to avoid some suspicion. Really though, he was just staring, taking note of every single and most likely inconsequential thing.
Updike continued to walk, thinking to himself.
Cirrus started to think of how to properly incapacitate the probable anomaly, fingers gently tracing the syringe in his lab coat. Thankfully he had the good habit of taking at least one dose of tranquilizer with him, this would have been considerably harder without it. He started to pick up the pace a bit, being mindful not to make his steps too loud.
As Updike passed a bakery, he thought about going in, but decided not to.
He was slowly but steadily starting to close in, hand absentmindedly rubbing against the pocket in which he kept his tranquilizer in. Of course, he wouldn’t do something like that out in the open, at least not messily. But Cirrus had a plan. He always did.
Updike shuddered as he thought about something, a small row of spikes going up his spine before disappearing. The spikes were so small that you would hardly notice them under his shirt.
@replacing-good
Updike was spinning his gun, walking around is search for that new snack anomaly running around. There he saw... Gabriel himself??
Did he live? No, Smoke ate him, alive! Unless someone was trying its same tricks. Smoke tried to not let its suspicion show and went to his normal, acted demeanour.
“Hello? Who are you, and why do you look like me?”
Updike looked at the person in front of him, a little confused. They kinda looked like a cloud person, but their head was a little... jagged.
It seemed off... But he shouldn’t judge.
He had no right
Either way, he answered their question.
“Um, I’m Gabriel... As to why I look like you, well, we are both cloud people...”
(@replacing-good)
Smoke shrugged. “I guess so, just...” He paused for a second. “You remind me of a friend, look almost exactly like him, actually. I would’ve guessed you were him if he wasn’t... Dead.”
Smoke lent out a hand. “Anyways, I’m... Gabriel Updike.”
“O-oh... I’m sorry about your friend...”
Updike reached out and took Smoke’s hand.
“I’m Gabriel Updike as well...”
Smoke paused.
“Hmm... We look the same and have the same name. Odd, but must be a coincidence.” His big, blue eyes dug into the other, examining him. He grinned but then closed his mouth, hoping the other didn’t see its teeth.
“Yeah...”
Updike did notice the teeth. It was kinda hard not to when he was looking right at Smoke. But he decided not to mention them.
@replacing-good
Updike was spinning his gun, walking around is search for that new snack anomaly running around. There he saw... Gabriel himself??
Did he live? No, Smoke ate him, alive! Unless someone was trying its same tricks. Smoke tried to not let its suspicion show and went to his normal, acted demeanour.
“Hello? Who are you, and why do you look like me?”
Updike looked at the person in front of him, a little confused. They kinda looked like a cloud person, but their head was a little... jagged.
It seemed off... But he shouldn’t judge.
He had no right
Either way, he answered their question.
“Um, I’m Gabriel... As to why I look like you, well, we are both cloud people...”
(@replacing-good)
Smoke shrugged. “I guess so, just...” He paused for a second. “You remind me of a friend, look almost exactly like him, actually. I would’ve guessed you were him if he wasn’t... Dead.”
Smoke lent out a hand. “Anyways, I’m... Gabriel Updike.”
“O-oh... I’m sorry about your friend...”
Updike reached out and took Smoke’s hand.
“I’m Gabriel Updike as well...”
@replacing-good
Updike was spinning his gun, walking around is search for that new snack anomaly running around. There he saw... Gabriel himself??
Did he live? No, Smoke ate him, alive! Unless someone was trying its same tricks. Smoke tried to not let its suspicion show and went to his normal, acted demeanour.
“Hello? Who are you, and why do you look like me?”
Updike looked at the person in front of him, a little confused. They kinda looked like a cloud person, but their head was a little... jagged.
It seemed off... But he shouldn’t judge.
He had no right
Either way, he answered their question.
“Um, I’m Gabriel... As to why I look like you, well, we are both cloud people...”
(@replacing-good)
Reblog if you want this little scrimblo in your askbox!
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
“T-That’s good…”
He wiped his face some more.
“Thanks for not attacking me when that happened…”
He simply shrugged. “I’m used to being seen as a threat because of my stature, it’s a lot easier to calm others down when you’re not being aggressive.” And he didn’t have a reason to be unless they were a threat to others, he was much too durable to have to worry.
“Oh, ok…”
He finished wiping his face and uncurled a little bit.
“Well, if you’re alright, then I suppose I’ll get going?” He said, a slight tilt to his voice.
“You can go if you want… You’re probably busy and I shouldn’t take up more of your time…”
“Alright then.” He stood and started to leave, but remembered something and turned back around.
“Oh, my name is Tower by the way. Maybe I’ll see you again some time.” He gave the other one last smile before getting back to what he was doing.
“Ok... I’m Gabriel...”
He wasn’t sure if Tower had heard him, but he couldn’t really check, so he just headed home.
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
“T-That’s good…”
He wiped his face some more.
“Thanks for not attacking me when that happened…”
He simply shrugged. “I’m used to being seen as a threat because of my stature, it’s a lot easier to calm others down when you’re not being aggressive.” And he didn’t have a reason to be unless they were a threat to others, he was much too durable to have to worry.
“Oh, ok…”
He finished wiping his face and uncurled a little bit.
“Well, if you’re alright, then I suppose I’ll get going?” He said, a slight tilt to his voice.
“You can go if you want... You’re probably busy and I shouldn’t take up more of your time...”
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
“T-That’s good…”
He wiped his face some more.
“Thanks for not attacking me when that happened…”
He simply shrugged. “I’m used to being seen as a threat because of my stature, it’s a lot easier to calm others down when you’re not being aggressive.” And he didn’t have a reason to be unless they were a threat to others, he was much too durable to have to worry.
“Oh, ok...”
He finished wiping his face and uncurled a little bit.
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
The man looked up at Tower, glaring at him for a moment before looking like he was about to walk off into the back of the alleyway.
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with you…”
Just as the man said that, he ran, then pointed his gun back and shot Tower in the side.
The bullet flattened and bounced off, not even making a dent in his side. He raised an eyebrow at the fleeing man and shook his head. When would they learn… In any other situation he would have probably chased them, but he had something more important to do. He turned to the much smaller cloud, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you alright?”
Updike stared up at Tower, taking in his height. Black goo fell from his eyes like tears as he tensed up. His mouth seemed to dripping a little bit more black goo.
He looked them over and knelt down. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew he could be… intimidating. Usually that was a good thing, but it did work against him in certain situations.
Updike flinched when Tower knelt down. His mouth suddenly opened wider then what should be natural and three black tentacle-like tongues shot out, latching onto Tower’s head. They didn’t pull or push him though.
He blinked at them, staying calm but a small bit cautious. “…alright? I’m still not going to attack you, you know.” Despite what some people thought he did have standards, and those standards included not hurting someone unless absolutely necessary.
Eventually, the tentacle-like tongues pulled back into Updike’s mouth as his mouth closed. When he opened it again, it looked normal.
“I-I’m sorry… I just got scared…”
He curled up a little bit as he tried to wipe the black goo off his face.
“…It’s alright. You didn’t hurt anyone.” He was a bit worried though… “I.. don’t think you’ve made a habit of this regardless.”
“What do you mean? What have I not made a habit?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Almost attacking people who startle you?”
“O-oh yeah… That’s not a habit. It rarely happens…”
He curled up a little bit more.
“I-I was just already stressed… and you’re so big…”
His gaze softened and he nodded gently. “I know, it’s alright. Even though you were startled, you didn’t actually hurt me.” Even if he wasn’t so… hard to injure he could tell it still wouldn’t have hurt him.
“T-That’s good...”
He wiped his face some more.
“Thanks for not attacking me when that happened...”
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
The man looked up at Tower, glaring at him for a moment before looking like he was about to walk off into the back of the alleyway.
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with you…”
Just as the man said that, he ran, then pointed his gun back and shot Tower in the side.
The bullet flattened and bounced off, not even making a dent in his side. He raised an eyebrow at the fleeing man and shook his head. When would they learn… In any other situation he would have probably chased them, but he had something more important to do. He turned to the much smaller cloud, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you alright?”
Updike stared up at Tower, taking in his height. Black goo fell from his eyes like tears as he tensed up. His mouth seemed to dripping a little bit more black goo.
He looked them over and knelt down. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew he could be… intimidating. Usually that was a good thing, but it did work against him in certain situations.
Updike flinched when Tower knelt down. His mouth suddenly opened wider then what should be natural and three black tentacle-like tongues shot out, latching onto Tower’s head. They didn’t pull or push him though.
He blinked at them, staying calm but a small bit cautious. “…alright? I’m still not going to attack you, you know.” Despite what some people thought he did have standards, and those standards included not hurting someone unless absolutely necessary.
Eventually, the tentacle-like tongues pulled back into Updike’s mouth as his mouth closed. When he opened it again, it looked normal.
“I-I’m sorry… I just got scared…”
He curled up a little bit as he tried to wipe the black goo off his face.
“…It’s alright. You didn’t hurt anyone.” He was a bit worried though… “I.. don’t think you’ve made a habit of this regardless.”
“What do you mean? What have I not made a habit?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Almost attacking people who startle you?”
“O-oh yeah... That’s not a habit. It rarely happens...”
He curled up a little bit more.
“I-I was just already stressed... and you’re so big...”
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
The man looked up at Tower, glaring at him for a moment before looking like he was about to walk off into the back of the alleyway.
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with you…”
Just as the man said that, he ran, then pointed his gun back and shot Tower in the side.
The bullet flattened and bounced off, not even making a dent in his side. He raised an eyebrow at the fleeing man and shook his head. When would they learn… In any other situation he would have probably chased them, but he had something more important to do. He turned to the much smaller cloud, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you alright?”
Updike stared up at Tower, taking in his height. Black goo fell from his eyes like tears as he tensed up. His mouth seemed to dripping a little bit more black goo.
He looked them over and knelt down. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew he could be… intimidating. Usually that was a good thing, but it did work against him in certain situations.
Updike flinched when Tower knelt down. His mouth suddenly opened wider then what should be natural and three black tentacle-like tongues shot out, latching onto Tower’s head. They didn’t pull or push him though.
He blinked at them, staying calm but a small bit cautious. “…alright? I’m still not going to attack you, you know.” Despite what some people thought he did have standards, and those standards included not hurting someone unless absolutely necessary.
Eventually, the tentacle-like tongues pulled back into Updike’s mouth as his mouth closed. When he opened it again, it looked normal.
“I-I’m sorry… I just got scared…”
He curled up a little bit as he tried to wipe the black goo off his face.
“…It’s alright. You didn’t hurt anyone.” He was a bit worried though… “I.. don’t think you’ve made a habit of this regardless.”
“What do you mean? What have I not made a habit?”
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
The man looked up at Tower, glaring at him for a moment before looking like he was about to walk off into the back of the alleyway.
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with you…”
Just as the man said that, he ran, then pointed his gun back and shot Tower in the side.
The bullet flattened and bounced off, not even making a dent in his side. He raised an eyebrow at the fleeing man and shook his head. When would they learn… In any other situation he would have probably chased them, but he had something more important to do. He turned to the much smaller cloud, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you alright?”
Updike stared up at Tower, taking in his height. Black goo fell from his eyes like tears as he tensed up. His mouth seemed to dripping a little bit more black goo.
He looked them over and knelt down. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew he could be… intimidating. Usually that was a good thing, but it did work against him in certain situations.
Updike flinched when Tower knelt down. His mouth suddenly opened wider then what should be natural and three black tentacle-like tongues shot out, latching onto Tower’s head. They didn’t pull or push him though.
He blinked at them, staying calm but a small bit cautious. “…alright? I’m still not going to attack you, you know.” Despite what some people thought he did have standards, and those standards included not hurting someone unless absolutely necessary.
Eventually, the tentacle-like tongues pulled back into Updike’s mouth as his mouth closed. When he opened it again, it looked normal.
“I-I’m sorry... I just got scared...”
He curled up a little bit as he tried to wipe the black goo off his face.
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
The man looked up at Tower, glaring at him for a moment before looking like he was about to walk off into the back of the alleyway.
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with you…”
Just as the man said that, he ran, then pointed his gun back and shot Tower in the side.
The bullet flattened and bounced off, not even making a dent in his side. He raised an eyebrow at the fleeing man and shook his head. When would they learn… In any other situation he would have probably chased them, but he had something more important to do. He turned to the much smaller cloud, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you alright?”
Updike stared up at Tower, taking in his height. Black goo fell from his eyes like tears as he tensed up. His mouth seemed to dripping a little bit more black goo.
He looked them over and knelt down. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He knew he could be… intimidating. Usually that was a good thing, but it did work against him in certain situations.
Updike flinched when Tower knelt down. His mouth suddenly opened wider then what should be natural and three black tentacle-like tongues shot out, latching onto Tower’s head. They didn’t pull or push him though.
There seemed to be a commotion from an alleyway that Tower was a few feet away from.
“Give me your money or I’ll shoot!”
“P-please, don’t hurt me o-or I’ll fight you!”
“Oh please! what could your fluffy ass do?”
A bit of black drool seemed to drip out of Updike’s mouth as the stress got to him.
-@clouded-disguise
He let out a long sigh and stepped into view, blocking the smaller cloud from sight. “Do we have a problem here?” He rumbled, crossing his arms.
The man looked up at Tower, glaring at him for a moment before looking like he was about to walk off into the back of the alleyway.
“Yeah, I’m not dealing with you…”
Just as the man said that, he ran, then pointed his gun back and shot Tower in the side.
The bullet flattened and bounced off, not even making a dent in his side. He raised an eyebrow at the fleeing man and shook his head. When would they learn… In any other situation he would have probably chased them, but he had something more important to do. He turned to the much smaller cloud, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you alright?”
Updike stared up at Tower, taking in his height. Black goo fell from his eyes like tears as he tensed up. His mouth seemed to dripping a little bit more black goo.
