The show must go on! (Until there's nothing left.)

"Please don't tell them I'm here." [an Ask/RP Blog for my heavily headcanoned Artful from Die of Death (Roblox)]

[deathofanartist]

“Mirror, Mirror, be honest— do you want to break?” [Don't need you. I don't need you.]

“Mirror, Mirror— that's too honest!” [Pretend you don't hear me :)] /lyrics

howdyy!! uhhh hi hello g'day. i caved so uh have my silly(heavily Headcanoned) version of Artful. Devesto is sorta here too, just background noise atm since. he's always there. i think about him too much so he's real now! have fun, i guess?

info: character reference, headcanon 1, headcanon 2, headcanon 3 (apologies for the Devesto jumpscare in these lol)

my main's @fandomandangstlover, feel free to annoy me about my interpretations, i love talking about them :3

RULES OF MAGIC (✷⁠)

- please do not the magician. you may flirt with 'em, but nothing more! Shipping is still being debated, however you are free to ask about it! i would like to see their interactions first, though.

- harm n' death to the muse are allowed, just be prepared to face the consequences. please do not be overbearing with the angst. as much as i love it, it isn't the only thing i wanna write about. feel free to torment him tho :)

- no politics, please. the only politics here are whatever the hell is going on with the in-universe Die of Death's government.

- OCs, Crossovers, and Duplicates are allowed and encouraged to interact! it'll be very funny, trust.

- uhh that's all i got. will add more if need be.

[deathofanartist]

Your performances are rather boring.

“You... you were there.”

A question or a statement? Hard to tell, not when he's not even turning to look at the Civilian. He sounds.. off.

[deathofanartist]

"Hi Mr Magician! I have a gift for you!" Lizzy pulls out a batch of Marigolds.

"You look very sad! So I'll be giving you flowers to make your day! Plz take them!"

- @throughthemead0ws (DoD OC)

His breath caught in his throat. Out of any flower, in all its beauty, why did it have to be the yellow ones?

“... Merci, merci. Thank you.” The thought of declining the little one made his heart ache, no matter how much he wanted to. Carefully taking the batch from their hands, he waved his wand at the flower based stranger, a butterfly could almost be visible coming out from it. “You shouldn't be out here. Go, shoo. Run along now.”

[deathofanartist]

Can I throw One Tomator at hijm

“Je t'entends, imbécile.” (I hear you, you idiot.)

[deathofanartist]

It comes with a lil pillow

“...It's best if they stay with you instead.” For their safety. He can't keep them, not when he's on the run like this.

[deathofanartist]

*a dash+banana and cloak+punch are traversing and accidently find the magician of the hour*

"...Boss is that you?"

"Let's give em some POTASSIUM!"

As the banana civ rushes forward, banana launcher in hand, they are grabbed by their fellow survivor

The Magician could feel his eye twitch at their voices, the dove still resting in his arms. Oh, is it a crime to want some peace and quiet? The silence he craves, is it doomed to be interrupted?

“.. I don't know who any of you are.”

[deathofanartist]

im artful plush

@artful_plush_offical

“... Am— am I dreaming? I have to be.”

[artful-plush-offical]

i put my at incorrectly i may be fucking stupid

anyway im artful plush

[deathofanartist]

“I.. pfft, haha. I see, hello. Is it egotistical of me to say that you're adorable? You're so small, a dove could easily pick you up.”

[deathofanartist]

im artful plush

@artful_plush_offical

“... Am— am I dreaming? I have to be.”

[deathofanartist]

Rifle to you. Now

“... I don't know how to use this.”

< :D > thats fine! we can teach you, no biggie!

“Are you... sure about this? I can't— I can't keep this.”

< :P > blehh, course i am! bring it home if you want, champ wouldn't mind. we'll even get ya the ammo!

“No— thank you, but... no. I'm really grateful, I am! But I can't. I'm sorry.”

< :^ > ... alright, alright. dont gotta apologize, i understand. can i at least show you how to use it? ive been dying— heh— to show someone!

“... Sure.”

< >:D > YEAAHHH

[fandomandangstlover]

FEBUARTFUL — DAY 1 : first ever show!

~ “Ah?— my...first show? I remember it well. I was— ha, a nervous wreck, to put it lightly. There weren't many people, 5 or so, but it felt like the entire world was watching me. I was terrified of disappointing them, really.

But... as I did my first trick— it wasn't anything special, a simple rose out of thin air— they clapped. They... they cheered! They looked on with wonder in their eyes! And they wanted to see more.

It was then that I knew, being a Magician was my true calling.”

i think i fucked up with the filters so Arts' rose n' cape doesn't look as vibrant red as it should be. anyways— pre-canon arts!!! some things are missing from my canon design of him is because he hasn't gotten those things yet! broke ass /silly sorry if the dialogue isn't artful-ly, it's been awhile since i worte him.... other then that— febuartful...... hopefully ah'll be able to keep up, it's been awhile since i did one of these ^^"

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[monochromemagician]

[Looking at the dove, he rummaged through his hat. Pulling out a black and white pigeon. It cooed before going to sit on his shoulder.]

"I did try the bunker once... not exactly my greatest idea but it worked for at least over a week- and what? Did you accidentally fall asleep?"

[deathofanartist]

More birds... For a moment, he seemed to want to pet the bird, before immediately pulling his hand away when he realized what he was doing. God. He fiddles with his wand instead.

“... Right, the Bunkers...” There's something in his voice, quiet as it is, that seems to hold.. what could only be described as dread from the thought alone. He doesn't want to stay overnight there ever again.

“That's.. good, for you.” His tone is genuine, one of his hands rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get the sleepiness to go away— only to freeze at the last question. “Ah. Uhm. No?” Sir that is a lie and an obvious one at that. He's horrible at this.

[monochromemagician]

"Did you have the same idea? I think I even have some scars from the revolvers!- Eugh."

[He noticed the reaching hand for Trick (his pigeon), he picked it up gently before placing it into his open hand. The bird seemed unphased.]

"... You're terrible at lying."

[He had a smug face, oh my god he looks so stupid.]

[deathofanartist]

He chuckled slightly, nervous. “Yeah, uh. It.. I only stayed for a day or two— I couldn't.. stay any longer then that.” Nothing hurt him there, sure, but... there were so many cameras. Not enough exits. If he got caught, he wouldn't have made it. He wouldn't. Breath, Arts, breath.

“Ah—” Aww, he's embarrassed. Head turned away slightly, a small grin is barely visible on his face. “Aha.. I know, I know..”

Birb... He's looking at Trick now!! His hand comes up again, more hesitant this time. “Uh... Can I...?” Pet the bird. Do it.

[monochromemagician]

"Of course! He's used to pets."

[The bird had it's eyes closed, a red ribbon tied gently around his neck. It seemed well loved for a older pigeon. Meanwhile he was holding his own dove, he did always have a soft spot for them.]

[deathofanartist]

Very gentle pats... He's very much holding back the urge to coo over the pigeon. The other magician would probably find it weird, so.. he won't.

“Mignon petit pigeon....” [Cute little pigeon....] He mutters softly. Huh, when did his hands stop shaking? Oh well.

[deathofanartist]

had a funny thought. if/when i ever do an event, which one would y'all like to see?

Civilian Disguise

The Orchestra

Voting ended onOct 25, 2025

high chance I'll do both anyways but for now, just wanna see what would be most wanted. no guarantees, ofc S:]

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[monochromemagician]

[Looking at the dove, he rummaged through his hat. Pulling out a black and white pigeon. It cooed before going to sit on his shoulder.]

"I did try the bunker once... not exactly my greatest idea but it worked for at least over a week- and what? Did you accidentally fall asleep?"

[deathofanartist]

More birds... For a moment, he seemed to want to pet the bird, before immediately pulling his hand away when he realized what he was doing. God. He fiddles with his wand instead.

“... Right, the Bunkers...” There's something in his voice, quiet as it is, that seems to hold.. what could only be described as dread from the thought alone. He doesn't want to stay overnight there ever again.

“That's.. good, for you.” His tone is genuine, one of his hands rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get the sleepiness to go away— only to freeze at the last question. “Ah. Uhm. No?” Sir that is a lie and an obvious one at that. He's horrible at this.

[monochromemagician]

"Did you have the same idea? I think I even have some scars from the revolvers!- Eugh."

[He noticed the reaching hand for Trick (his pigeon), he picked it up gently before placing it into his open hand. The bird seemed unphased.]

"... You're terrible at lying."

[He had a smug face, oh my god he looks so stupid.]

[deathofanartist]

He chuckled slightly, nervous. “Yeah, uh. It.. I only stayed for a day or two— I couldn't.. stay any longer then that.” Nothing hurt him there, sure, but... there were so many cameras. Not enough exits. If he got caught, he wouldn't have made it. He wouldn't. Breath, Arts, breath.

“Ah—” Aww, he's embarrassed. Head turned away slightly, a small grin is barely visible on his face. “Aha.. I know, I know..”

Birb... He's looking at Trick now!! His hand comes up again, more hesitant this time. “Uh... Can I...?” Pet the bird. Do it.

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[monochromemagician]

[Looking at the dove, he rummaged through his hat. Pulling out a black and white pigeon. It cooed before going to sit on his shoulder.]

"I did try the bunker once... not exactly my greatest idea but it worked for at least over a week- and what? Did you accidentally fall asleep?"

[deathofanartist]

More birds... For a moment, he seemed to want to pet the bird, before immediately pulling his hand away when he realized what he was doing. God. He fiddles with his wand instead.

“... Right, the Bunkers...” There's something in his voice, quiet as it is, that seems to hold.. what could only be described as dread from the thought alone. He doesn't want to stay overnight there ever again.

“That's.. good, for you.” His tone is genuine, one of his hands rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get the sleepiness to go away— only to freeze at the last question. “Ah. Uhm. No?” Sir that is a lie and an obvious one at that. He's horrible at this.

[deathofanartist]

[There's a shuffling among the trees, for him he wanted to get away from everything especially after how someone decided to show themselves. He soon stops when he finds the now awake Artful, staring blanky with the dove from earlier still on his hat. Guess they're a whole species...?]

[He goes to say something but quickly shuts up, was this a dream? Felt like it.]

@monochromemagician 's Artful

It's been two seconds and already he wants to go back to sleep. And he was about to, before the shuffling of sounds causes him to immediately take out his wand and pointed it in the general direction of the noise.

His appearance at the moment is a little... odd. A dove resting on his hatless head— said hat still on the ground, his cape wrapped around him more as a blanket then anything else, and the way his hands shake slightly from the lingering dream he had just moments earlier. He doesn't seem fully there yet, or fully awake, even. (In his defense, he just woke up!)

The Magician froze at the sight of.. himself? Not exactly as new as he wish it was, but still. Is he still dreaming? He doesn't know.

[monochromemagician]

[At the sight of the wand pointed at him he let out a yelp, struggling to get his own wand out of his pocket. He mumbeld some curses under his breath as he did so- wait. Destipe the threat of a magic attack earlier, he walked towards his other self. He has to squat down a bit to get a better look.]

"Were you sleeping out here?"

[A forest isn't the best place to sleep, he knew from experience.]

[deathofanartist]

Still sitting on the ground, Arts shifted away slightly as the other approached, wand still pointed at him. Wanting to keep at least some distance, just in case. Or maybe it's just plain fear. Or both.

“Uh.” The question put him off guard a little. Slowly, he lowered his wand and kept it close to his chest. His grip tightening on the item at an attempt to get his stupid hands to stop shakin “... Maybe.”

[monochromemagician]

[He heavily sighed, standing back up.]

"You shouldn't be doing that! Mon dieu..."

[That reminds him of the times he tried to sleep in the forest, a pack of Pursuers isn't exactly... The best thing to deal with. Or whatever they are.]

[deathofanartist]

“Yeah? Well—” Maybe he shouldn't sass an alternative version of himself actually. Cutting himself off, he let out a shaky breath as he attempted to get himself to relax. Pushing himself onto his feet, he grabbed his hat off the ground and— carefully scooping the Dove up and off in one hand— placed it back onto his head.

“Not.. there isn't a lot of other places where I can.” And the Dove is on his hat now. That made him feel slightly better. “Plus, uh.. didn't.. mean to actually sleep out here.”

[deathofanartist]

Oh. You're awake now.

...you good?

★ @the-death-of-a-magician

“uhh...?” It took him a solid ten seconds to realize who's talking to him and what they asked. Trying to ignore why his body shook slightly, he pulled the cape more over himself. “oh. hi? i'm.. fine, yeah.”

[yeah sure honey.]

[the-death-of-a-magician]

...You don't seem fine, but it's not my place to pry. Take care of yourself or...whatever.

[deathofanartist]

Arts please stop looking at them with nothing behind your eyes. There's.. an odd sense of guilt he can't pinpoint at the moment, so he ignores it.

“why do you...?” Why are you here? How did you know I was—? “nevermind, you.. you too. i guess.”

[escapetheevillabat3am]

There's someone wandering in the woods again. A mostly black n' white man— with the only exceptions being the rose on his tophat and his cape— is just... walking. A small, floating music box gently playing in his hands. Looking around every so often.

“où diable suis-je?” [where the hell am i?] The magician muttered to himself, very much not recognizing the area of the forest he's in.

— @deathofanartist (/e wave!!)

(NOTE: Art and character on the left doesn’t belong to me! They belong to @fandomandangstlover, who owns the @deathofanartist blog!)

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“-𝓪𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓗-“

A monochrome scientist immediately appeared out of no where. Sparkles shot out in all directions as Artful fell quite harshly down onto the ground with a thud.

“𝐀ï𝐞… 𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞…𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈, 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲?”

He quickly scanned the area and seemed to be somewhere within the forest. A deep and balked sigh came out of Artful, who now knew he would once again have to find a way to come back to the van again. He straightened his wide brimmed hat back to place after the man stood up from the wet earth; the once clean and dry black and white coat and pants were now spoiled with soil, twigs, leaves, mud, and whatever else was on the ground. Artful winced in disgust at the sight of his now ruined clothes and began to pick off the foliage and sticks off of them. It was until, someone in a similar monochrome colour palette caught the attention of their eyes.

“…𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? 𝐔𝐦.. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?”, Artful asked a bit cautiously. A sprinkle of slightly pink blush fell on top of the scientist’s pale cheeks as he tried to hide the mess behind them… His shoulders also raised as they quickly also crouched down to pick up the half of the broken wand and quickly shoved it into his pocket. Artful’s eyes seemed to dart somewhere else, just anywhere else other than the wand when they swiped it off the ground.. Anyway, they quickly straightened their back and coughed a bit. What should he say…. Oh no, he’s not prepared!

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ENGIIIIEEEE HIIII! Thank you so much for doing an art collab with me! THE TWO FINALLY OFFICIALLY MET, WOOOOOOO! YIPPEEE!

[deathofanartist]

Startled by the screaming, the magician bought the music box against his chest and turned around, managing to catch sight of the source falling before they hit the ground. Artful whined at the loud thud, that HAD to have hurt— the sparkling not going unnoticed, but unquestioned for now.

The music stopped playing the moment the screaming was heard, and hasn't started back up yet. Which made sense, he wasn't exactly sure if the stranger was a threat or not. Better safe then sorry.

“.... Hi?” He managed out after a few moments of just watching the other, who looked.. oddly similar to him. Confusion is very evident in his voice, although he can't help the curiosity nagging at the back of his mind— and the sense of caution. “I'm... okay? Who— what?”

... The stranger also has a wand. Broken, sure, but... the sparkling— the colors, he— he really shouldn't get his hopes up. Just in case, he also took out his wand, keeping it behind his back in case any funny business happens.

[escapetheevillabat3am]

He blinked, noticing how strangely similar the two looked. The other looked more… fancy? Maybe. However, the outfit they wore. It was similar to the attires that Artful himself would wear back in the days before he took the job as a scientist. Those magical shows Artful preformed throughout almost their entire life with Bonus-… The monochrome civilian quickly shock their head and hands out of repression. No, no! Don’t think of those now. Just say something back! Those are unrelated to this! He shouldn’t cry over this- oh.

Tears began to swell within his eyes as he continued to stress over about how this interaction was going. After a few deep breaths, he was at least able to force out, “𝐔𝐡… 𝐡𝐢! 𝐔𝐦…”

What else should I say? Oh no, just continue the conversation! It’s going to be fine! Everything will be alright as long as I stay calm..!

[deathofanartist]

Oh goodness why does the scientist look like he's about to cry?? He didn't even do anything! At least, he doesn't think so? He even sounds like he's about to cry! Arts doesn't know how to deal with that!

The magician looked like a deer in headlights, not being able to think of a response for a moment. Any worry of being caught was thrown out the window as he internally panicked on what to do. What can he do? He's not good at this! He doesn't even know if the stranger knows who he is! Should he be worried? Leave while he could??

“Uhh, hey? You— uh. Wanna, see a magic trick?” Or— that works? The music box in his hand is softly playing again. It's a piano piece, gentle and calming. He doesn't know why it chose this piece, but he isn't complaining. Not worried about hiding the wand in his other hand— not when the stranger is like this, he held the floating music box with both hands as it continued its music. A small grin on his face, visibly nervous.

[escapetheevillabat3am]

Having the music box shoved into his face wasn’t the smartest thing to do. The scientist quickly shook his head, not exactly wanting to see the music box. As much as he appreciates the attempt, the music enough was now overwhelming him too much. He covered his ears, and his eyes darted somewhere else. As much as the biologist wanted to leave, he couldn’t just leave the Magician here. He didn’t do anything wrong! He could be lost. He can handle it!

But could he truly hold it in?

Tears wetted the black bandages over their healing would as his head pounded heavily. In an attempt to at least ease the situation a bit, he feebly and quietly asked, “𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞… 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐱.”

God, he felt so pathetic.

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OOC: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK LIKE 19 DAYS TO RESPOND. TOT

[deathofanartist]

His grin immediately dropped and pulled the music box away, muttering frantic apologies to the Scientist as he tapped his wand against the cube to make it disappear. He's cursing very loudly in his head. He fucked it up!!! Badly!!

Why, why can't he ever do anything RIGHT—

“Sorry— I'm so sorry—” Keeping his voice as quiet as possible while still being hearable, he still kept a small distance away. The grip on his wand tightened. “Uh— do you need to sit down? We can do that, if you want?”