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@defenitely-luherooflegend
I'm definitely the hero of Legend. Promise.
You can trust me and everything!
I'd do anything to keep Ravio with me - starting with isolation.
Those silly little fuck ups of men that are my brothers just need some help realizing their flaws so they can get better and that's what family is for!
*She recognizes you immediately, gasping softly, hiding behind a nearby tree before you see her. Naminé peeks out from behind it, taking a moment to make sure you’re Uranium and not Green. When she’s certain, she hides again, pulling out her sketchbook and drawing.
*After a moment, you realize there’s a new memory in your head. It’s of you and your daughter Naminé, going to the orchard to pick some apples.
*Naminé herself is still hiding, waiting to see how you react.
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium is minding his own business for once when he notices the memory. What is that doing there? The memory almost matches the fake memory he gave Tori — he has no second daughters?! What the hell?!*
*He looks around, searching for the source of the memory. This isn't his. He isn't supposed to have new memories of strangers!*
Show yourself!
*She tenses, working her powers quickly and chaining together more memories. About five, she hopes, should be enough to get you care for her enough. One of her drawing, one of everyone sitting down to eat, one of you putting her to bed, and even one of her having a breakdown. She thinks that one is pretty good.
*Then, she starts to run.
*Naminé has never been very fast, having never needed to be, as Kairi was never that athletic. Sure, she’d done volleyball and baseball, but both of those were sprinting more than running.
*So while Naminé can sprint, she can’t truly run, not to mention how she’s worse off than Kairi is, given that she hasn’t practiced at all.
*She really hopes you won’t hurt her. She did want a parent.
What in the fuck?
*He goes still — sorting through the new memories. Endearing almost, to see Naminé in them with his little pet and his little monster. Disturbing to have new memories... is this karma? No karma isn't real... poetic maybe...*
Alright why do you want me to think I have another kid? Huh?
*Naminé ends up tripping over a branch with a startled yelp, but upon realizing you’re not chasing her, she heads back in your direction. She peers out from behind the tree again, hesitating.
“U-um..I..”
*Oh god, why can’t she seem to speak? She doesn’t understand why it feels like her chest is pounding. Is she scared?
*She hugs her sketchbook close, failing to realize some mud got on the open page when she fell. Now you can see her, even if not much.
*He watches you, examining your threads and wondering who and what you are. Namimé, he recognizes. He is not stupid.*
*Affection swells against his better judgement. You did this to him. How manipulative. How adorable! Oh it would have been a dream to actually raise you and Tori as his little monsters with his sweet little pet as your other parents you're certainly endearing, so desperate for attention you'll resort to lies.*
Hello, Naminé. I suppose you're behind the memories? How did you even find out about them? Hm?
*She relaxes somewhat, stepping out from behind the tree. She’s thin, just like in your memories.
“Mhm. I, uh, Tori let me see them.”
*It isn’t a lie. She just doesn’t want Tori to get in trouble, and lying is easier after Castle Oblivion, despite being less instinctive than it is for some thanks to Kairi.
*He watches you, tracking your movements and finding himself surprised at the accuracy of the fake memories.*
Did she? And what did you see exactly?
“All of it. Not just what you added, she let me go through all of her memories. She really trusted me, which was, weird.”
*She isn’t used to people like Tori.
“I mean, it was kinda confusing, but also kinda cool, y’know? Oh, I wanted to ask about thread magic. It seemed cool, but I’ve only ever used my magic on stuff.”
*She flips through the corners of the pages in her sketchbook — an idle fidget, one even in your memories. She’s good. She knows herself, and she knows you.
“People aren’t hard to understand, when you get inside their heads.”
She is rather trusting of people, it's very sweet.
*Very exploitable too but oh well. He prefers that.*
*He watches her fidget and he still can't decide if he's livid with her tampering or endeared by it. The memories make him feel positively though... hm... perhaps a daughter that chose him would be nice.*
People are little more than dolls with emotion at the reigns.
You want to learn about thread magic? What do you know of it?
“Well, I- I know what you explained to Tori in that memory you gave her, and I know how you’ve used it to hurt her. I just- it didn’t make sense to me, the way you explained it to her?”
*You notice she’s still giving you more memories, and as she flips the page in her sketchbook — she’s been drawing them, as she gives them to you.
“A-and, um, not to be rude. But you didn’t seem very good at giving her memories.”
*She doesn’t mean the quality or believability of the memories, she means something else — something she doesn’t appear to realize you don’t know.
Yes... well everyone learns differently and my little monster has been surrounded by magic from birth.
*He has half a mind to take the sketchbook away to see if that stops the memories... and he's a little too curious and flattered to do so.*
... What does that mean? Because I did a very good job.
*She recognizes you immediately, gasping softly, hiding behind a nearby tree before you see her. Naminé peeks out from behind it, taking a moment to make sure you’re Uranium and not Green. When she’s certain, she hides again, pulling out her sketchbook and drawing.
*After a moment, you realize there’s a new memory in your head. It’s of you and your daughter Naminé, going to the orchard to pick some apples.
*Naminé herself is still hiding, waiting to see how you react.
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium is minding his own business for once when he notices the memory. What is that doing there? The memory almost matches the fake memory he gave Tori — he has no second daughters?! What the hell?!*
*He looks around, searching for the source of the memory. This isn't his. He isn't supposed to have new memories of strangers!*
Show yourself!
*She tenses, working her powers quickly and chaining together more memories. About five, she hopes, should be enough to get you care for her enough. One of her drawing, one of everyone sitting down to eat, one of you putting her to bed, and even one of her having a breakdown. She thinks that one is pretty good.
*Then, she starts to run.
*Naminé has never been very fast, having never needed to be, as Kairi was never that athletic. Sure, she’d done volleyball and baseball, but both of those were sprinting more than running.
*So while Naminé can sprint, she can’t truly run, not to mention how she’s worse off than Kairi is, given that she hasn’t practiced at all.
*She really hopes you won’t hurt her. She did want a parent.
What in the fuck?
*He goes still — sorting through the new memories. Endearing almost, to see Naminé in them with his little pet and his little monster. Disturbing to have new memories... is this karma? No karma isn't real... poetic maybe...*
Alright why do you want me to think I have another kid? Huh?
*Naminé ends up tripping over a branch with a startled yelp, but upon realizing you’re not chasing her, she heads back in your direction. She peers out from behind the tree again, hesitating.
“U-um..I..”
*Oh god, why can’t she seem to speak? She doesn’t understand why it feels like her chest is pounding. Is she scared?
*She hugs her sketchbook close, failing to realize some mud got on the open page when she fell. Now you can see her, even if not much.
*He watches you, examining your threads and wondering who and what you are. Namimé, he recognizes. He is not stupid.*
*Affection swells against his better judgement. You did this to him. How manipulative. How adorable! Oh it would have been a dream to actually raise you and Tori as his little monsters with his sweet little pet as your other parents you're certainly endearing, so desperate for attention you'll resort to lies.*
Hello, Naminé. I suppose you're behind the memories? How did you even find out about them? Hm?
*She relaxes somewhat, stepping out from behind the tree. She’s thin, just like in your memories.
“Mhm. I, uh, Tori let me see them.”
*It isn’t a lie. She just doesn’t want Tori to get in trouble, and lying is easier after Castle Oblivion, despite being less instinctive than it is for some thanks to Kairi.
*He watches you, tracking your movements and finding himself surprised at the accuracy of the fake memories.*
Did she? And what did you see exactly?
“All of it. Not just what you added, she let me go through all of her memories. She really trusted me, which was, weird.”
*She isn’t used to people like Tori.
“I mean, it was kinda confusing, but also kinda cool, y’know? Oh, I wanted to ask about thread magic. It seemed cool, but I’ve only ever used my magic on stuff.”
*She flips through the corners of the pages in her sketchbook — an idle fidget, one even in your memories. She’s good. She knows herself, and she knows you.
“People aren’t hard to understand, when you get inside their heads.”
She is rather trusting of people, it's very sweet.
*Very exploitable too but oh well. He prefers that.*
*He watches her fidget and he still can't decide if he's livid with her tampering or endeared by it. The memories make him feel positively though... hm... perhaps a daughter that chose him would be nice.*
People are little more than dolls with emotion at the reigns.
You want to learn about thread magic? What do you know of it?
*She recognizes you immediately, gasping softly, hiding behind a nearby tree before you see her. Naminé peeks out from behind it, taking a moment to make sure you’re Uranium and not Green. When she’s certain, she hides again, pulling out her sketchbook and drawing.
*After a moment, you realize there’s a new memory in your head. It’s of you and your daughter Naminé, going to the orchard to pick some apples.
*Naminé herself is still hiding, waiting to see how you react.
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium is minding his own business for once when he notices the memory. What is that doing there? The memory almost matches the fake memory he gave Tori — he has no second daughters?! What the hell?!*
*He looks around, searching for the source of the memory. This isn't his. He isn't supposed to have new memories of strangers!*
Show yourself!
*She tenses, working her powers quickly and chaining together more memories. About five, she hopes, should be enough to get you care for her enough. One of her drawing, one of everyone sitting down to eat, one of you putting her to bed, and even one of her having a breakdown. She thinks that one is pretty good.
*Then, she starts to run.
*Naminé has never been very fast, having never needed to be, as Kairi was never that athletic. Sure, she’d done volleyball and baseball, but both of those were sprinting more than running.
*So while Naminé can sprint, she can’t truly run, not to mention how she’s worse off than Kairi is, given that she hasn’t practiced at all.
*She really hopes you won’t hurt her. She did want a parent.
What in the fuck?
*He goes still — sorting through the new memories. Endearing almost, to see Naminé in them with his little pet and his little monster. Disturbing to have new memories... is this karma? No karma isn't real... poetic maybe...*
Alright why do you want me to think I have another kid? Huh?
*Naminé ends up tripping over a branch with a startled yelp, but upon realizing you’re not chasing her, she heads back in your direction. She peers out from behind the tree again, hesitating.
“U-um..I..”
*Oh god, why can’t she seem to speak? She doesn’t understand why it feels like her chest is pounding. Is she scared?
*She hugs her sketchbook close, failing to realize some mud got on the open page when she fell. Now you can see her, even if not much.
*He watches you, examining your threads and wondering who and what you are. Namimé, he recognizes. He is not stupid.*
*Affection swells against his better judgement. You did this to him. How manipulative. How adorable! Oh it would have been a dream to actually raise you and Tori as his little monsters with his sweet little pet as your other parents you're certainly endearing, so desperate for attention you'll resort to lies.*
Hello, Naminé. I suppose you're behind the memories? How did you even find out about them? Hm?
*She relaxes somewhat, stepping out from behind the tree. She’s thin, just like in your memories.
“Mhm. I, uh, Tori let me see them.”
*It isn’t a lie. She just doesn’t want Tori to get in trouble, and lying is easier after Castle Oblivion, despite being less instinctive than it is for some thanks to Kairi.
*He watches you, tracking your movements and finding himself surprised at the accuracy of the fake memories.*
Did she? And what did you see exactly?
*She recognizes you immediately, gasping softly, hiding behind a nearby tree before you see her. Naminé peeks out from behind it, taking a moment to make sure you’re Uranium and not Green. When she’s certain, she hides again, pulling out her sketchbook and drawing.
*After a moment, you realize there’s a new memory in your head. It’s of you and your daughter Naminé, going to the orchard to pick some apples.
*Naminé herself is still hiding, waiting to see how you react.
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium is minding his own business for once when he notices the memory. What is that doing there? The memory almost matches the fake memory he gave Tori — he has no second daughters?! What the hell?!*
*He looks around, searching for the source of the memory. This isn't his. He isn't supposed to have new memories of strangers!*
Show yourself!
*She tenses, working her powers quickly and chaining together more memories. About five, she hopes, should be enough to get you care for her enough. One of her drawing, one of everyone sitting down to eat, one of you putting her to bed, and even one of her having a breakdown. She thinks that one is pretty good.
*Then, she starts to run.
*Naminé has never been very fast, having never needed to be, as Kairi was never that athletic. Sure, she’d done volleyball and baseball, but both of those were sprinting more than running.
*So while Naminé can sprint, she can’t truly run, not to mention how she’s worse off than Kairi is, given that she hasn’t practiced at all.
*She really hopes you won’t hurt her. She did want a parent.
What in the fuck?
*He goes still — sorting through the new memories. Endearing almost, to see Naminé in them with his little pet and his little monster. Disturbing to have new memories... is this karma? No karma isn't real... poetic maybe...*
Alright why do you want me to think I have another kid? Huh?
*Naminé ends up tripping over a branch with a startled yelp, but upon realizing you’re not chasing her, she heads back in your direction. She peers out from behind the tree again, hesitating.
“U-um..I..”
*Oh god, why can’t she seem to speak? She doesn’t understand why it feels like her chest is pounding. Is she scared?
*She hugs her sketchbook close, failing to realize some mud got on the open page when she fell. Now you can see her, even if not much.
*He watches you, examining your threads and wondering who and what you are. Namimé, he recognizes. He is not stupid.*
*Affection swells against his better judgement. You did this to him. How manipulative. How adorable! Oh it would have been a dream to actually raise you and Tori as his little monsters with his sweet little pet as your other parents you're certainly endearing, so desperate for attention you'll resort to lies.*
Hello, Naminé. I suppose you're behind the memories? How did you even find out about them? Hm?
*She recognizes you immediately, gasping softly, hiding behind a nearby tree before you see her. Naminé peeks out from behind it, taking a moment to make sure you’re Uranium and not Green. When she’s certain, she hides again, pulling out her sketchbook and drawing.
*After a moment, you realize there’s a new memory in your head. It’s of you and your daughter Naminé, going to the orchard to pick some apples.
*Naminé herself is still hiding, waiting to see how you react.
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium is minding his own business for once when he notices the memory. What is that doing there? The memory almost matches the fake memory he gave Tori — he has no second daughters?! What the hell?!*
*He looks around, searching for the source of the memory. This isn't his. He isn't supposed to have new memories of strangers!*
Show yourself!
*She tenses, working her powers quickly and chaining together more memories. About five, she hopes, should be enough to get you care for her enough. One of her drawing, one of everyone sitting down to eat, one of you putting her to bed, and even one of her having a breakdown. She thinks that one is pretty good.
*Then, she starts to run.
*Naminé has never been very fast, having never needed to be, as Kairi was never that athletic. Sure, she’d done volleyball and baseball, but both of those were sprinting more than running.
*So while Naminé can sprint, she can’t truly run, not to mention how she’s worse off than Kairi is, given that she hasn’t practiced at all.
*She really hopes you won’t hurt her. She did want a parent.
What in the fuck?
*He goes still — sorting through the new memories. Endearing almost, to see Naminé in them with his little pet and his little monster. Disturbing to have new memories... is this karma? No karma isn't real... poetic maybe...*
Alright why do you want me to think I have another kid? Huh?
*She recognizes you immediately, gasping softly, hiding behind a nearby tree before you see her. Naminé peeks out from behind it, taking a moment to make sure you’re Uranium and not Green. When she’s certain, she hides again, pulling out her sketchbook and drawing.
*After a moment, you realize there’s a new memory in your head. It’s of you and your daughter Naminé, going to the orchard to pick some apples.
*Naminé herself is still hiding, waiting to see how you react.
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium is minding his own business for once when he notices the memory. What is that doing there? The memory almost matches the fake memory he gave Tori — he has no second daughters?! What the hell?!*
*He looks around, searching for the source of the memory. This isn't his. He isn't supposed to have new memories of strangers!*
Show yourself!
*Vanitas walk walking, kicking the Unversed out from beneath his feet as he does.
"I told you shitheads, I don't need your fucking help!"
*They don't leave him alone, making angry or concerned sounds.
"He's fine! You know he's fine, we just saw him like ten minutes ago! No, I'm not letting this shit run my life, I don't need him. He's lame and stupid."
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium turns towards the sound of someone in distress. Prrfect! He loves to meet new people! Lots of new subjects to test on.*
Hello? Is someone there?
“I told you to fuck off!”
*You see a dark blue creature go flying past you. It doesn’t look hurt, but it also doesn’t get up, just giving a sad whine. Its threads say it’s an emotion, specifically that of missing someone deeply.
*Then you see a pale boy with black hair and blood red eyes come into view, glaring at the creature. Multiple more surround him. His eyes turn to you — sharp, annoyed.
“The fuck are you meant to be? You look like a little bitch.”
*The boy’s threads tell you he’s something ancient, even though he looks like a teenager. There’s a broken thread — snapped — that used to be his tie to another person.
*Uranium bites back a smile. You are so clearly preoccupied! Perfect! He fixes his best smile in place.*
*your threads tell on you - and oh that's interesting!*
I'm a hero, obviously. But if you want to be honest, you look like a hungover emo tween.
Are you okay?
“I’m. Fine. I’m not some fucking emo tween, I don’t even know what that means!”
*You could connect the creature’s threads back to him, would probably make them disappear.
*You find a snapped thread — his connection to someone else, now left broken. It’s probably what’s got him so upset.
*You find a thread that you’re not entirely sure about. It’s strong, and it seems to be connecting the boy to something he has on him..Except, he doesn’t have anything you can see. Odd.
*He just laughs, taking in all the threads he can. How strange- he would very much like to study you!*
You do have an attitude! What are you? You aren't hylian.
*Neither is Uranium.*
*The thread reverberates as something shifts like gears and appears in his hand — a long, blunt weapon, that looks like it has gears on it. Explains the gear-like dark effect when he summoned it. He swings it at the creatures that won’t leave him alone, and they disappear with cries of the emotion they’re tied to.
*More appear from the ground. It pisses the boy off, and he finally gives up.
“Does it fucking matter what I am? You’re fucked too. I’m not a Hylian, you’re not a Hylian. I’ll not sayin’ shit till you do, bitch!”
*Clearly he’s testy, and doesn’t want to just give in.
Oh dear, such an attitude! Oh well. I like a challenge!
*He grins viciously.*
I am a improved Hylian, perhaps you are something like a Human?
“Oh fuck no! I’m not some dumb little human, I’m far older and far, far worse than that. I don’t want to be human. I never have been, and I never will be.”
*Despite his denials, while his threads say he wasn’t made as or to be human, he certainly is one now.
“Look, the fuck do you even want from me anyway? I’m pissed off, and-“
*His stomach growls, and his face flushes red in embarrassment. More of those creatures rise from the ground.
What you used to be and what you are is different. I was once a failure with too much hope.
*He continues to examine the threads. Maybe he can turn you into a hylian? A lolian? Lolians are better... Hm...*
Do you need to eat?
“I. Am not. A human.”
*He’s clearly determined about this.
“No, I’m fine.”
*And now he’s straight-up lying. He hasn’t eaten since Ven gave him that soup.
*Ven. He misses the boy. He wonders what he’s doing—
“I do not miss him! Shut up!”
*He yells it at one of the creatures, only seeming to get more pissed off at his own feelings.
*He just hums once. Adorable. Such firm denial! Oh you'd be so fun to pin like an insect when he's done studying you!*
Miss who, not human? Is something wrong?
“My name is Vanitas you asshole, and you’ll fucking use it.”
*He’s so testy.
“Some little fucking asshole used thread magic I’m pretty sure, made me way too attached to Princie boy. I’m already fucking sick of it. You know how to fix it?”
This is the first you've said your name, Vanitas, how was I supposed to know?
*He's absolutely delighted. You're so eager! Oh he can't wait to try new things!*
I should be able to, if you really want that fixed. It's not impossible.
“Maybe try fucking asking? You haven’t told me yours either, dipshit.”
“God yes fix it. I’m sick of this shit already. Fix it! And while you’re at it, put our connection back the way it’s meant to fucking be.”
*He must mean that broken thread.
Right. You are sassy. I'm Uranium but many people call me Green.
*He grins. He has so many ideas! Oh and ypu just gave him permission!*
Okay. I'll fix it.
Do you need anything first?
“I can be much worse than sassy. Why’d you get two nicknames?”
*He’s not stupid; he knows you’re bad. He’s just assuming that you won’t dare fuck with someone ‘better than you’ — thinking that just because he was once Darkness itself, you won’t risk upsetting him.
“Depends on what you mean by need anything.”
*His stomach growls again. He ignores it.
Because I'm simply so loved.
*He can and will fuck with you. He has so many ideas!*
Oh well food or water? Thread magic isn't always the most comfortable. It seems polite to offer!
“I don’t fucking believe that.”
*He thinks about it for a minute. When he speaks, his face is screwed up with annoyance and anger.
“Fine. Sure. Food and water, whatever.”
*He’s so fucking hungry. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was, and it’s not a feeling that he can turn into an Unversed and beat up. He hates that more.
*Polite. He hates people and their fucking politeness. It’s stupid as fuck.
Believe what you like. I don't care.
Food and water? Sure.
*He summons a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water. He can't have you weak! If you're weak then you'll be a terrible lab rat.*
*He holds the food and water out.*
Here. Eat, you'll be better for it.
*He scoffs, taking it.
“You’re a bitch. Just fix this shit and fuck off.”
*Regardless, he eats the sandwich — quicker than you’d expect, he must’ve been real hungry — and downs the water just as fast.
“Fuck, that- that was actually kinda tasty. Where’d you get that?”
Do you feel better after saying that?
*He snorts, but he won't like.*
My husband keeps sandwiches made. He's very good like that. Well trained.
*His voice when he speaks about his husband is... atypical, fond but not exactly stable or soft in tone.*
Do you need anything else before we start?
*He doesn’t pick up on the tone, but gives a hum.
“Maybe I’ll have to find the guy myself. That was good.”
“Nah.”
*He stomps on an Unversed, it gives a pathetic cry. He ignores it.
“Just get this shit over with. I hate being so fucking attached to that loser, at least like this.”
Maybe so.
*He snort.*
Very well.
*He grabs your threads without moving, searching them for answers before he starts his work.*
*He visibly bristles, it hits him so immediately but he reluctantly decides to ignore it. Unversed sprout around him, and he’s quick to bring them down before they can attack you.
*You find that at his core, he’s as old as time itself — no, he’s older. You realize he is everything that makes up bad and evil as you know it. He has brought down hundreds — thousands — of people. He’s part of a hivemind, of a group, though those connections have long since been broken.
*You find yourself unable to twist and change his core threads, the deepest ones telling you what he is, though you can look at them. But the newer ones — the ones that give him human form, the ones that give him a proper personality, likes and dislikes — you can manipulate those as much as you’d like.
*You find that his power as a Darkness has been weakened, the untouchable threads there having been exposed to some form of Light for so long that he’s unable to use the power he once had. You can’t tell if he knows this.
*You find- guilt. Reluctance. He never wanted to hurt his other half. He too had been manipulated into it, into fighting.
*The broken connection, that thread, if it were to meet the other half properly, you know the result would’ve been a world-ending weapon, one for anyone to use.
*But it’s been snapped. Broken completely.
*There’s no chance of ever forming that χ-blade again.
*The more he learns the more he wants to capture and play with you! You would be such a fun lab rat!*
Hold still!
*As if you have a choice.*
*Uranium hums happily as he starts to poke your threads, testing them. After a few moment he starts by taking your threads and using them to turn you into a lolian. They turn and braid so easy!*
Your threads are so easy to move!
“Sorry for keeping these fucking guys off your ass.”
*He rolls his eyes as he says it.
*No matter how you mess with his threads, his eyes refuse to lose the blood-red shade. His ears point, tilted down toward the ground, his hair falls flat against his head instead of the strange defying-gravity look it had before.
*You’re swarmed and attacked by Unversed, born from the pain of having his threads messed with and the anger at you changing his body.
*Clearly, if you want to continue messing with his threads, you’ll have to stop the Unversed from spawning.
Sassy!
*He laughs, grabbing the threads of the unversed and following those to the core of what the inverted are. He starts messing with them, attempting to stop them from attacking Uranium himself.*
You make a very handsome lolian by the way. I'm sorry I'm just more familiar with loloian threads than whatever you were before!
*Lying, his favorite form of communication.*
How old are you anyway? Do you think I can make you younger?
*Vanitas growls when you mess with his Unversed.
“I don’t fucking care, change me back and they’ll back off!”
*The Unversed are rather simple. They’re nothing more than emotion and simple desire.
“I’m as old as I fucking wanna be, you bitch!”
*He looks about 15 or 16. You could make his body younger, but you can tell it’ll do nothing to his mind or his powers; not with what he truly is — something old and timeless, unaffected by the state of his body.
*If anything, taking away his ability to communicate would only serve to piss him off more, make him force more of his magic.
Or I can handle it myself! Don't worry, they'll be fine!
*He is just glad the Unversed have such easy threads to manipulate. Making the things see Uranium as something like Vanitas is so so easy. Too easy. Adorable!*
*He snickers. As old as you want to be?*
We'll see about that. Hold still.
*He says the last part as if you have a choice — as if he isn't holding your threads to keep you still.*
Hmm... Not too young.... Four? No...
*He starts to mess with your threads again, lowering your age, reversing the effects of physical aging. You begin to shrink, still held still.*
*By the time he finishes his work on your physical age, you are six or so.*
There you go, little one.
*The Unversed wander off when you change the thread, which pisses Vanitas off only further. No matter how much he demands through the thread that they attack you, they simply ignore you. One even comes up, seemingly asking for you to pet it.
*The pain grows as his body shrinks, until he’s not that much taller than his Keyblade. He knows this as a fact without having to summon it.
“What the fuck?! Change me back, you fucking bastard!”
*He snorts, but he does reach out to pet the unversed that comes to see him. What strange creatures. Excellent guard dogs. He should steal some.*
I'm helping! You want to be fully detached from the people. They'll never recognize you now!
*He isn't helping. He's just bored.*
*He leans in, examining you.*
How do you feel? Usually, I erase memories after this... should I take yours?
*It can’t exactly feel happy, but it seems to like being pet.
“I said I wanted you to fix it, you dumbass! Fix what got fucked up! Make us connected again!”
*He bristles at the thought, more Unversed spawning from the ground. They start attacking things — trees, plants, anything nearby — but stay away from you and Vanitas. This fact makes him more pissed.
“You leave my memories alone, you fucking little bitchass cunt!”
*He very much will hold a grudge if you listen, you can tell just by looking at him.
*He continues petting the Unversed, perhaps he can take this ome home.*
Oh. Right. Silly me. Let me fix the connection then.
*He gives a mocking gasp.*
What language from such a young child! Whatever will I do?
Hmm... We can fix the potty mouth you have.
What do you think? Should I fix your connection first or your foul mouth?
“I’m fucking older than you, bitchass! I’m older than time itself!”
*And you know he’s right. His core threads, defining what he is, they’re ancient. He may not seem it or act it, but he is.
“Fix the connection. Now.”
*The Unversed you’re petting is born from loneliness, the feeling of the connection he’d come to rely on that’s suddenly gone.
*He just laughs. You're not scary like this. Whatever you used to be you lost.*
I don't think so. I think you need some time to live as your own person, little lolian.
*Instead of what you asked him to do, Uranium happily starts messing with your other threads, working to remove your ability to curse. Such a small being doesn't need such a foul mouth, even if it is funny. He's just helping you! Truly!*
*He hums as he works, petting the unversed with one hand.*
Have you ever considered therapy?
“I don’t want to live my own person, I’m not a fucking person you little asshole bastar-“
*He can’t help a cry of pain as his tongue burns. Oh how you’d be dead where you stand, if he could move.
*Even as a child, even being lolian and unable to curse, his glare is full with hatred and murder. More Unversed ride from the ground around him, the one you’re petting looks back at Vanitas with a sad whine.
*It looks up at you, then sadly trods back to him, already missing the kind affection. You can’t tell if Vanitas hears your question, but he certainly doesn’t respond. His anger and rage fills his body, making his short form tremble as he glares at you, bloodred eyes boring into you.
You are, though!
*He laughs at you, your pain truly amusing.*
I wouldn't curse if I was you, it'll not be worth it.
Now I think it's time to get you home, don't you?
“I don’t have a home, you dumba- augh!”
*It makes his tongue burn, he despises it! The pain is blinding, like his entire mouth is on fire.
*It only makes him hate you more.
To my home, you silly little lolian.
*He pulls you with him by the threads, making you float as he does.*
Perhaps we can get you a bath too.
“I’m not- I don’t need a bath! Let go!”
*He tries to struggle, he does his damn best, but this stupid body won’t listen to him!
*He hates you. He despises you. The second he can move again, he’s going to rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
It's just manners to bathe.
*He laughs as he walks along, perhaps after he secures you in your room he can go visit his little pet to play.*
What color do you want your blankets? Red?
“No! I don’t need blankets I won’t be staying!”
*He’d love his blankets to remind him of Ven. He doesn’t even know what part, though, considering it’s blankets and the Prince is not a blanket.
You will be, actually. It's chilly in your room, you'll want blankets.
If you won't tell me you'll be stuck with what I have which is a lot of purple.
*He continues on his way.*
*He goes to speak, but clearly it was a cuss given how he bites back what’s probably another swear.
“…Make it a bluish kind of green.”
*He hates this. He hates you. He’s still going to tear you apart as soon as he gets the barest inkling of a chance! Even if he has a new blanket.
I can do that. Thank your for cooperating.
Are you allergic to anything?
“How in the Master’s tits should I know?”
*He hates you. He hates you so damn bad. He hates how his stomach growls at the mention of food. When was the last time he ate something?
*More unversed spawn, following along. Vanitas gets an idea.
*One of them bites his leg, hard, pulling back, trying to keep Uranium from making him follow.
Well I don't want to hurt you through food.
*Uranium just laughs, how pathetically adorable! He grabs the threads of the unversed, pulling them along with you.*
That was a very, very nice try little one. Very creative.
*It tries to pull him back, its teeth digging into his leg and making him bleed. Blood drips down its jaw, but Vanitas’s pain only fuels it more.
“Put me the fffff*uck* down!”
*God that makes his tongue burn! He hates it, he hates it so hard!
No. Then you'll run away. Children can't be left unattended. And since I made you a child it's almost like I'm your parent.
*That thought makes his skin crawl. He knows what a parent is, and he knows you are NOT one.
*He hates you! He hates you so utterly completely bad; he’s completely going to tear you limb from limb.
“I’m not a child! I’ve lived for centuries longer than you!!”
Have you? Because you're throwing a rather petulant hissy fit. You sure do act like a child, Vanitas.
*He sounds so smug. You can see a house with an orchard come into view and you pass through some rather nasty wards.*
Welcoming home, little lolian.
*He gives a growl, at both the words and the wards.
“Of course I’m throwing a g-“
“You’re literally kidnapping me!”
*He hates the cursing thing! He hates it so much! He loves being able to say fuck out loud!
“Fix the swear thing.”
I'm taking you to a safe place to rest but sure you can call it what you want.
*He laughs at the last bit.*
Not a fucking chance, Vanitas.
*He brings you into the house, and down to the basement where there are too many rooms.*
Hmm... perhaps next to little fairy.
“Even Im not an idiot; I’m being taken against my will, that’s a f- that’s a god- I HATE YOU!”
*He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he ended up just screaming instead.
“Fix it!”
*He hardly pays attention to the rooms, trying to get his body to listen to him and move.
*He laughs again.*
You sound just like my little monster, such a bad daughter but adorably defiant. I fixed her too.
For now we'll give you time to get your feelings out.
*He opens a door, and brings you through it. You pass through another ward — this one will trap you. Yay.*
No. You'll get used to it, little lolian. Now, blueish green blankets right?
*The thought sends involuntary shivers down his spine.
*He finds that’s a weird feeling, and he does not like it.
“I don’t need- that’s not-“
“Yeah, at least give me my da- my fuc-“
*This inability to speak only pisses him off more.
“I WANT MY CAT!”
*He nods, waving a hand and a blueish green set of bedding appears on the mattress, already made up.*
Your cat?
Hm... I can see about that. What cat is it?
*He can let you have your pet, he has all of his.*
“Wrong. Greener.”
“The weird robot thing you fu-“
*He growls in annoyance at the fucking pain.
“The thing you took away! I want it back.”
*He’s not going to tell you why, but that’s what it is, his ‘cat’.
Hmm... okay.
*He changes the color of the bedding to be greener, but it still is a little off.*
... I have to find it first but I'll see what I can do. Strange cat to have...
*He lets go of your threads, letting you move, but the wards on the house will stop you from hurting him by making sure you hurt worse.*
“Eugh, no. Now it needs to be more blue. A little bit, though, not a lot.”
“Yeah well it’s mine, and you’re not gonna keep it from me! You’re the one who threw it, so you gotta go find it!
*He doesn’t know what this magic is, but.. He’s sure he could figure this out.
*Yeah. Yeah, this is easy shit! They remembers handling magic like this, way back when, they remembers the one so ‘evil’ and so ‘unkind’ that it made an entirely new form of magic. That it gave them the sentience they needed to be what they is now. They remembers having to handle that being, so alive and so feeling and so raw and new. They remembers shedding their human forms, their bodies, to become One. A shared mind. A single thought.
*They remembers
*He
*remembers .
*Wait. What’s going on again? He got lost in memories of time long ago.
A little more blue? Picky but sure.
*He makes it a tinge more blue, but is still off again.*
I can try to find it. No promises. I can always make you a new one.
*He has no idea what your mind is going on about. He raises a brow.*
Are you well?
“Ugh, just make it bright green. Clearly this is too hard for you!”
*Vanitas knows it’s difficult because Uranium hasn’t met Ven. He considers this a good thing, but it will not stop him from insulting the bastard with it.
“No way! You can’t just make a new one, dumba-!”
*Hs rolls his eyes, lifting one hand.
“I’m fine.”
*And then, he unravels the magic of the wards, dismantling them almost instantly.
*He darts past you, using his new small size to his advantage to try and escape.
Bright green?
*Befors you run, he changes the bedding again to bright green.*
What- oh you little shit!
Stop right there!
*In all honesty your head state paired with the surprise at being outsmarted would have bought you time to escape if this were Green. However this is Uranium who immediately grabs your threads as soon as he recovers from the initial shock.*
*Once he has grabbed ypur threads he forces you to be still. You can unravel things? Interesting. He needs to fix that.*
*Uranium strolls out to where you've been frozen in place again.*
Impressive. How did you do that?
*He ignores the instruction, running as far as he can —
*Which, isn’t very far before you grab his threads, and he screams loudly in anger. Unversed appear around him, crowding the hallway.
“I’m not stupid!”
*His leg hurts more now, though it stopped bleeding a while ago.
*He laughs at that.*
No one said you were. I've just never seen anyone do that before.
So.
How the fuck did you do that shit?
*Is he cursing more to annoy you? Probably.*
“I said I’m not stupid, dumba!-“
“Means I ain’t tellin’ you shi-“
*He sticks his tongue out at you, very much acting like the child you made him into.
*He doesn’t care if he pisses you off further; what else could you even really do? You’ve already made him more like a whatever-the-fuck and a kid!
Fine. Be a petulant little asshole.
*He shakes his head, using his grip on your threads to drag you back into the room. He supposes he has to hope you don't do it again — or that he can figured out how you did it. Ugh now he has so much work to do!*
We'll have to make sure you don't run...
Hmm...
A lock on the door of course....
What else?
*He scoffs at the idea of a lock, Unversed spawning so quickly that the room grows crowded. He’s pissed. He’s so, so incredibly angry. At you, at this, at everything but Ven.
*…Ven.
*He thinks he heard about a dream once. Maybe laying down would be nice.
“Now you leave me alone!”
*The bed does look comfy, he supposes. Ah well; he’ll have to wait for you to leave.
*He rolls his eyes, dropping ypu on the bed. He needs to make sure you can't run ... oh+ he knows what to do.*
Deep breath.
*He uses his grip on your threads to alter your bad leg, making the knee and ankle unable to bend, movement will suck now. He's so kind, leaving you your leg.*
Now, behave.
*He turns, creating a deadbolt on the outside of the door.*
Sleep or something.
*Vanitas walk walking, kicking the Unversed out from beneath his feet as he does.
"I told you shitheads, I don't need your fucking help!"
*They don't leave him alone, making angry or concerned sounds.
"He's fine! You know he's fine, we just saw him like ten minutes ago! No, I'm not letting this shit run my life, I don't need him. He's lame and stupid."
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium turns towards the sound of someone in distress. Prrfect! He loves to meet new people! Lots of new subjects to test on.*
Hello? Is someone there?
“I told you to fuck off!”
*You see a dark blue creature go flying past you. It doesn’t look hurt, but it also doesn’t get up, just giving a sad whine. Its threads say it’s an emotion, specifically that of missing someone deeply.
*Then you see a pale boy with black hair and blood red eyes come into view, glaring at the creature. Multiple more surround him. His eyes turn to you — sharp, annoyed.
“The fuck are you meant to be? You look like a little bitch.”
*The boy’s threads tell you he’s something ancient, even though he looks like a teenager. There’s a broken thread — snapped — that used to be his tie to another person.
*Uranium bites back a smile. You are so clearly preoccupied! Perfect! He fixes his best smile in place.*
*your threads tell on you - and oh that's interesting!*
I'm a hero, obviously. But if you want to be honest, you look like a hungover emo tween.
Are you okay?
“I’m. Fine. I’m not some fucking emo tween, I don’t even know what that means!”
*You could connect the creature’s threads back to him, would probably make them disappear.
*You find a snapped thread — his connection to someone else, now left broken. It’s probably what’s got him so upset.
*You find a thread that you’re not entirely sure about. It’s strong, and it seems to be connecting the boy to something he has on him..Except, he doesn’t have anything you can see. Odd.
*He just laughs, taking in all the threads he can. How strange- he would very much like to study you!*
You do have an attitude! What are you? You aren't hylian.
*Neither is Uranium.*
*The thread reverberates as something shifts like gears and appears in his hand — a long, blunt weapon, that looks like it has gears on it. Explains the gear-like dark effect when he summoned it. He swings it at the creatures that won’t leave him alone, and they disappear with cries of the emotion they’re tied to.
*More appear from the ground. It pisses the boy off, and he finally gives up.
“Does it fucking matter what I am? You’re fucked too. I’m not a Hylian, you’re not a Hylian. I’ll not sayin’ shit till you do, bitch!”
*Clearly he’s testy, and doesn’t want to just give in.
Oh dear, such an attitude! Oh well. I like a challenge!
*He grins viciously.*
I am a improved Hylian, perhaps you are something like a Human?
“Oh fuck no! I’m not some dumb little human, I’m far older and far, far worse than that. I don’t want to be human. I never have been, and I never will be.”
*Despite his denials, while his threads say he wasn’t made as or to be human, he certainly is one now.
“Look, the fuck do you even want from me anyway? I’m pissed off, and-“
*His stomach growls, and his face flushes red in embarrassment. More of those creatures rise from the ground.
What you used to be and what you are is different. I was once a failure with too much hope.
*He continues to examine the threads. Maybe he can turn you into a hylian? A lolian? Lolians are better... Hm...*
Do you need to eat?
“I. Am not. A human.”
*He’s clearly determined about this.
“No, I’m fine.”
*And now he’s straight-up lying. He hasn’t eaten since Ven gave him that soup.
*Ven. He misses the boy. He wonders what he’s doing—
“I do not miss him! Shut up!”
*He yells it at one of the creatures, only seeming to get more pissed off at his own feelings.
*He just hums once. Adorable. Such firm denial! Oh you'd be so fun to pin like an insect when he's done studying you!*
Miss who, not human? Is something wrong?
“My name is Vanitas you asshole, and you’ll fucking use it.”
*He’s so testy.
“Some little fucking asshole used thread magic I’m pretty sure, made me way too attached to Princie boy. I’m already fucking sick of it. You know how to fix it?”
This is the first you've said your name, Vanitas, how was I supposed to know?
*He's absolutely delighted. You're so eager! Oh he can't wait to try new things!*
I should be able to, if you really want that fixed. It's not impossible.
“Maybe try fucking asking? You haven’t told me yours either, dipshit.”
“God yes fix it. I’m sick of this shit already. Fix it! And while you’re at it, put our connection back the way it’s meant to fucking be.”
*He must mean that broken thread.
Right. You are sassy. I'm Uranium but many people call me Green.
*He grins. He has so many ideas! Oh and ypu just gave him permission!*
Okay. I'll fix it.
Do you need anything first?
“I can be much worse than sassy. Why’d you get two nicknames?”
*He’s not stupid; he knows you’re bad. He’s just assuming that you won’t dare fuck with someone ‘better than you’ — thinking that just because he was once Darkness itself, you won’t risk upsetting him.
“Depends on what you mean by need anything.”
*His stomach growls again. He ignores it.
Because I'm simply so loved.
*He can and will fuck with you. He has so many ideas!*
Oh well food or water? Thread magic isn't always the most comfortable. It seems polite to offer!
“I don’t fucking believe that.”
*He thinks about it for a minute. When he speaks, his face is screwed up with annoyance and anger.
“Fine. Sure. Food and water, whatever.”
*He’s so fucking hungry. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was, and it’s not a feeling that he can turn into an Unversed and beat up. He hates that more.
*Polite. He hates people and their fucking politeness. It’s stupid as fuck.
Believe what you like. I don't care.
Food and water? Sure.
*He summons a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water. He can't have you weak! If you're weak then you'll be a terrible lab rat.*
*He holds the food and water out.*
Here. Eat, you'll be better for it.
*He scoffs, taking it.
“You’re a bitch. Just fix this shit and fuck off.”
*Regardless, he eats the sandwich — quicker than you’d expect, he must’ve been real hungry — and downs the water just as fast.
“Fuck, that- that was actually kinda tasty. Where’d you get that?”
Do you feel better after saying that?
*He snorts, but he won't like.*
My husband keeps sandwiches made. He's very good like that. Well trained.
*His voice when he speaks about his husband is... atypical, fond but not exactly stable or soft in tone.*
Do you need anything else before we start?
*He doesn’t pick up on the tone, but gives a hum.
“Maybe I’ll have to find the guy myself. That was good.”
“Nah.”
*He stomps on an Unversed, it gives a pathetic cry. He ignores it.
“Just get this shit over with. I hate being so fucking attached to that loser, at least like this.”
Maybe so.
*He snort.*
Very well.
*He grabs your threads without moving, searching them for answers before he starts his work.*
*He visibly bristles, it hits him so immediately but he reluctantly decides to ignore it. Unversed sprout around him, and he’s quick to bring them down before they can attack you.
*You find that at his core, he’s as old as time itself — no, he’s older. You realize he is everything that makes up bad and evil as you know it. He has brought down hundreds — thousands — of people. He’s part of a hivemind, of a group, though those connections have long since been broken.
*You find yourself unable to twist and change his core threads, the deepest ones telling you what he is, though you can look at them. But the newer ones — the ones that give him human form, the ones that give him a proper personality, likes and dislikes — you can manipulate those as much as you’d like.
*You find that his power as a Darkness has been weakened, the untouchable threads there having been exposed to some form of Light for so long that he’s unable to use the power he once had. You can’t tell if he knows this.
*You find- guilt. Reluctance. He never wanted to hurt his other half. He too had been manipulated into it, into fighting.
*The broken connection, that thread, if it were to meet the other half properly, you know the result would’ve been a world-ending weapon, one for anyone to use.
*But it’s been snapped. Broken completely.
*There’s no chance of ever forming that χ-blade again.
*The more he learns the more he wants to capture and play with you! You would be such a fun lab rat!*
Hold still!
*As if you have a choice.*
*Uranium hums happily as he starts to poke your threads, testing them. After a few moment he starts by taking your threads and using them to turn you into a lolian. They turn and braid so easy!*
Your threads are so easy to move!
“Sorry for keeping these fucking guys off your ass.”
*He rolls his eyes as he says it.
*No matter how you mess with his threads, his eyes refuse to lose the blood-red shade. His ears point, tilted down toward the ground, his hair falls flat against his head instead of the strange defying-gravity look it had before.
*You’re swarmed and attacked by Unversed, born from the pain of having his threads messed with and the anger at you changing his body.
*Clearly, if you want to continue messing with his threads, you’ll have to stop the Unversed from spawning.
Sassy!
*He laughs, grabbing the threads of the unversed and following those to the core of what the inverted are. He starts messing with them, attempting to stop them from attacking Uranium himself.*
You make a very handsome lolian by the way. I'm sorry I'm just more familiar with loloian threads than whatever you were before!
*Lying, his favorite form of communication.*
How old are you anyway? Do you think I can make you younger?
*Vanitas growls when you mess with his Unversed.
“I don’t fucking care, change me back and they’ll back off!”
*The Unversed are rather simple. They’re nothing more than emotion and simple desire.
“I’m as old as I fucking wanna be, you bitch!”
*He looks about 15 or 16. You could make his body younger, but you can tell it’ll do nothing to his mind or his powers; not with what he truly is — something old and timeless, unaffected by the state of his body.
*If anything, taking away his ability to communicate would only serve to piss him off more, make him force more of his magic.
Or I can handle it myself! Don't worry, they'll be fine!
*He is just glad the Unversed have such easy threads to manipulate. Making the things see Uranium as something like Vanitas is so so easy. Too easy. Adorable!*
*He snickers. As old as you want to be?*
We'll see about that. Hold still.
*He says the last part as if you have a choice — as if he isn't holding your threads to keep you still.*
Hmm... Not too young.... Four? No...
*He starts to mess with your threads again, lowering your age, reversing the effects of physical aging. You begin to shrink, still held still.*
*By the time he finishes his work on your physical age, you are six or so.*
There you go, little one.
*The Unversed wander off when you change the thread, which pisses Vanitas off only further. No matter how much he demands through the thread that they attack you, they simply ignore you. One even comes up, seemingly asking for you to pet it.
*The pain grows as his body shrinks, until he’s not that much taller than his Keyblade. He knows this as a fact without having to summon it.
“What the fuck?! Change me back, you fucking bastard!”
*He snorts, but he does reach out to pet the unversed that comes to see him. What strange creatures. Excellent guard dogs. He should steal some.*
I'm helping! You want to be fully detached from the people. They'll never recognize you now!
*He isn't helping. He's just bored.*
*He leans in, examining you.*
How do you feel? Usually, I erase memories after this... should I take yours?
*It can’t exactly feel happy, but it seems to like being pet.
“I said I wanted you to fix it, you dumbass! Fix what got fucked up! Make us connected again!”
*He bristles at the thought, more Unversed spawning from the ground. They start attacking things — trees, plants, anything nearby — but stay away from you and Vanitas. This fact makes him more pissed.
“You leave my memories alone, you fucking little bitchass cunt!”
*He very much will hold a grudge if you listen, you can tell just by looking at him.
*He continues petting the Unversed, perhaps he can take this ome home.*
Oh. Right. Silly me. Let me fix the connection then.
*He gives a mocking gasp.*
What language from such a young child! Whatever will I do?
Hmm... We can fix the potty mouth you have.
What do you think? Should I fix your connection first or your foul mouth?
“I’m fucking older than you, bitchass! I’m older than time itself!”
*And you know he’s right. His core threads, defining what he is, they’re ancient. He may not seem it or act it, but he is.
“Fix the connection. Now.”
*The Unversed you’re petting is born from loneliness, the feeling of the connection he’d come to rely on that’s suddenly gone.
*He just laughs. You're not scary like this. Whatever you used to be you lost.*
I don't think so. I think you need some time to live as your own person, little lolian.
*Instead of what you asked him to do, Uranium happily starts messing with your other threads, working to remove your ability to curse. Such a small being doesn't need such a foul mouth, even if it is funny. He's just helping you! Truly!*
*He hums as he works, petting the unversed with one hand.*
Have you ever considered therapy?
“I don’t want to live my own person, I’m not a fucking person you little asshole bastar-“
*He can’t help a cry of pain as his tongue burns. Oh how you’d be dead where you stand, if he could move.
*Even as a child, even being lolian and unable to curse, his glare is full with hatred and murder. More Unversed ride from the ground around him, the one you’re petting looks back at Vanitas with a sad whine.
*It looks up at you, then sadly trods back to him, already missing the kind affection. You can’t tell if Vanitas hears your question, but he certainly doesn’t respond. His anger and rage fills his body, making his short form tremble as he glares at you, bloodred eyes boring into you.
You are, though!
*He laughs at you, your pain truly amusing.*
I wouldn't curse if I was you, it'll not be worth it.
Now I think it's time to get you home, don't you?
“I don’t have a home, you dumba- augh!”
*It makes his tongue burn, he despises it! The pain is blinding, like his entire mouth is on fire.
*It only makes him hate you more.
To my home, you silly little lolian.
*He pulls you with him by the threads, making you float as he does.*
Perhaps we can get you a bath too.
“I’m not- I don’t need a bath! Let go!”
*He tries to struggle, he does his damn best, but this stupid body won’t listen to him!
*He hates you. He despises you. The second he can move again, he’s going to rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
It's just manners to bathe.
*He laughs as he walks along, perhaps after he secures you in your room he can go visit his little pet to play.*
What color do you want your blankets? Red?
“No! I don’t need blankets I won’t be staying!”
*He’d love his blankets to remind him of Ven. He doesn’t even know what part, though, considering it’s blankets and the Prince is not a blanket.
You will be, actually. It's chilly in your room, you'll want blankets.
If you won't tell me you'll be stuck with what I have which is a lot of purple.
*He continues on his way.*
*He goes to speak, but clearly it was a cuss given how he bites back what’s probably another swear.
“…Make it a bluish kind of green.”
*He hates this. He hates you. He’s still going to tear you apart as soon as he gets the barest inkling of a chance! Even if he has a new blanket.
I can do that. Thank your for cooperating.
Are you allergic to anything?
“How in the Master’s tits should I know?”
*He hates you. He hates you so damn bad. He hates how his stomach growls at the mention of food. When was the last time he ate something?
*More unversed spawn, following along. Vanitas gets an idea.
*One of them bites his leg, hard, pulling back, trying to keep Uranium from making him follow.
Well I don't want to hurt you through food.
*Uranium just laughs, how pathetically adorable! He grabs the threads of the unversed, pulling them along with you.*
That was a very, very nice try little one. Very creative.
*It tries to pull him back, its teeth digging into his leg and making him bleed. Blood drips down its jaw, but Vanitas’s pain only fuels it more.
“Put me the fffff*uck* down!”
*God that makes his tongue burn! He hates it, he hates it so hard!
No. Then you'll run away. Children can't be left unattended. And since I made you a child it's almost like I'm your parent.
*That thought makes his skin crawl. He knows what a parent is, and he knows you are NOT one.
*He hates you! He hates you so utterly completely bad; he’s completely going to tear you limb from limb.
“I’m not a child! I’ve lived for centuries longer than you!!”
Have you? Because you're throwing a rather petulant hissy fit. You sure do act like a child, Vanitas.
*He sounds so smug. You can see a house with an orchard come into view and you pass through some rather nasty wards.*
Welcoming home, little lolian.
*He gives a growl, at both the words and the wards.
“Of course I’m throwing a g-“
“You’re literally kidnapping me!”
*He hates the cursing thing! He hates it so much! He loves being able to say fuck out loud!
“Fix the swear thing.”
I'm taking you to a safe place to rest but sure you can call it what you want.
*He laughs at the last bit.*
Not a fucking chance, Vanitas.
*He brings you into the house, and down to the basement where there are too many rooms.*
Hmm... perhaps next to little fairy.
“Even Im not an idiot; I’m being taken against my will, that’s a f- that’s a god- I HATE YOU!”
*He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he ended up just screaming instead.
“Fix it!”
*He hardly pays attention to the rooms, trying to get his body to listen to him and move.
*He laughs again.*
You sound just like my little monster, such a bad daughter but adorably defiant. I fixed her too.
For now we'll give you time to get your feelings out.
*He opens a door, and brings you through it. You pass through another ward — this one will trap you. Yay.*
No. You'll get used to it, little lolian. Now, blueish green blankets right?
*The thought sends involuntary shivers down his spine.
*He finds that’s a weird feeling, and he does not like it.
“I don’t need- that’s not-“
“Yeah, at least give me my da- my fuc-“
*This inability to speak only pisses him off more.
“I WANT MY CAT!”
*He nods, waving a hand and a blueish green set of bedding appears on the mattress, already made up.*
Your cat?
Hm... I can see about that. What cat is it?
*He can let you have your pet, he has all of his.*
“Wrong. Greener.”
“The weird robot thing you fu-“
*He growls in annoyance at the fucking pain.
“The thing you took away! I want it back.”
*He’s not going to tell you why, but that’s what it is, his ‘cat’.
Hmm... okay.
*He changes the color of the bedding to be greener, but it still is a little off.*
... I have to find it first but I'll see what I can do. Strange cat to have...
*He lets go of your threads, letting you move, but the wards on the house will stop you from hurting him by making sure you hurt worse.*
“Eugh, no. Now it needs to be more blue. A little bit, though, not a lot.”
“Yeah well it’s mine, and you’re not gonna keep it from me! You’re the one who threw it, so you gotta go find it!
*He doesn’t know what this magic is, but.. He’s sure he could figure this out.
*Yeah. Yeah, this is easy shit! They remembers handling magic like this, way back when, they remembers the one so ‘evil’ and so ‘unkind’ that it made an entirely new form of magic. That it gave them the sentience they needed to be what they is now. They remembers having to handle that being, so alive and so feeling and so raw and new. They remembers shedding their human forms, their bodies, to become One. A shared mind. A single thought.
*They remembers
*He
*remembers .
*Wait. What’s going on again? He got lost in memories of time long ago.
A little more blue? Picky but sure.
*He makes it a tinge more blue, but is still off again.*
I can try to find it. No promises. I can always make you a new one.
*He has no idea what your mind is going on about. He raises a brow.*
Are you well?
“Ugh, just make it bright green. Clearly this is too hard for you!”
*Vanitas knows it’s difficult because Uranium hasn’t met Ven. He considers this a good thing, but it will not stop him from insulting the bastard with it.
“No way! You can’t just make a new one, dumba-!”
*Hs rolls his eyes, lifting one hand.
“I’m fine.”
*And then, he unravels the magic of the wards, dismantling them almost instantly.
*He darts past you, using his new small size to his advantage to try and escape.
Bright green?
*Befors you run, he changes the bedding again to bright green.*
What- oh you little shit!
Stop right there!
*In all honesty your head state paired with the surprise at being outsmarted would have bought you time to escape if this were Green. However this is Uranium who immediately grabs your threads as soon as he recovers from the initial shock.*
*Once he has grabbed ypur threads he forces you to be still. You can unravel things? Interesting. He needs to fix that.*
*Uranium strolls out to where you've been frozen in place again.*
Impressive. How did you do that?
*He ignores the instruction, running as far as he can —
*Which, isn’t very far before you grab his threads, and he screams loudly in anger. Unversed appear around him, crowding the hallway.
“I’m not stupid!”
*His leg hurts more now, though it stopped bleeding a while ago.
*He laughs at that.*
No one said you were. I've just never seen anyone do that before.
So.
How the fuck did you do that shit?
*Is he cursing more to annoy you? Probably.*
“I said I’m not stupid, dumba!-“
“Means I ain’t tellin’ you shi-“
*He sticks his tongue out at you, very much acting like the child you made him into.
*He doesn’t care if he pisses you off further; what else could you even really do? You’ve already made him more like a whatever-the-fuck and a kid!
Fine. Be a petulant little asshole.
*He shakes his head, using his grip on your threads to drag you back into the room. He supposes he has to hope you don't do it again — or that he can figured out how you did it. Ugh now he has so much work to do!*
We'll have to make sure you don't run...
Hmm...
A lock on the door of course....
What else?
*Vanitas walk walking, kicking the Unversed out from beneath his feet as he does.
"I told you shitheads, I don't need your fucking help!"
*They don't leave him alone, making angry or concerned sounds.
"He's fine! You know he's fine, we just saw him like ten minutes ago! No, I'm not letting this shit run my life, I don't need him. He's lame and stupid."
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium turns towards the sound of someone in distress. Prrfect! He loves to meet new people! Lots of new subjects to test on.*
Hello? Is someone there?
“I told you to fuck off!”
*You see a dark blue creature go flying past you. It doesn’t look hurt, but it also doesn’t get up, just giving a sad whine. Its threads say it’s an emotion, specifically that of missing someone deeply.
*Then you see a pale boy with black hair and blood red eyes come into view, glaring at the creature. Multiple more surround him. His eyes turn to you — sharp, annoyed.
“The fuck are you meant to be? You look like a little bitch.”
*The boy’s threads tell you he’s something ancient, even though he looks like a teenager. There’s a broken thread — snapped — that used to be his tie to another person.
*Uranium bites back a smile. You are so clearly preoccupied! Perfect! He fixes his best smile in place.*
*your threads tell on you - and oh that's interesting!*
I'm a hero, obviously. But if you want to be honest, you look like a hungover emo tween.
Are you okay?
“I’m. Fine. I’m not some fucking emo tween, I don’t even know what that means!”
*You could connect the creature’s threads back to him, would probably make them disappear.
*You find a snapped thread — his connection to someone else, now left broken. It’s probably what’s got him so upset.
*You find a thread that you’re not entirely sure about. It’s strong, and it seems to be connecting the boy to something he has on him..Except, he doesn’t have anything you can see. Odd.
*He just laughs, taking in all the threads he can. How strange- he would very much like to study you!*
You do have an attitude! What are you? You aren't hylian.
*Neither is Uranium.*
*The thread reverberates as something shifts like gears and appears in his hand — a long, blunt weapon, that looks like it has gears on it. Explains the gear-like dark effect when he summoned it. He swings it at the creatures that won’t leave him alone, and they disappear with cries of the emotion they’re tied to.
*More appear from the ground. It pisses the boy off, and he finally gives up.
“Does it fucking matter what I am? You’re fucked too. I’m not a Hylian, you’re not a Hylian. I’ll not sayin’ shit till you do, bitch!”
*Clearly he’s testy, and doesn’t want to just give in.
Oh dear, such an attitude! Oh well. I like a challenge!
*He grins viciously.*
I am a improved Hylian, perhaps you are something like a Human?
“Oh fuck no! I’m not some dumb little human, I’m far older and far, far worse than that. I don’t want to be human. I never have been, and I never will be.”
*Despite his denials, while his threads say he wasn’t made as or to be human, he certainly is one now.
“Look, the fuck do you even want from me anyway? I’m pissed off, and-“
*His stomach growls, and his face flushes red in embarrassment. More of those creatures rise from the ground.
What you used to be and what you are is different. I was once a failure with too much hope.
*He continues to examine the threads. Maybe he can turn you into a hylian? A lolian? Lolians are better... Hm...*
Do you need to eat?
“I. Am not. A human.”
*He’s clearly determined about this.
“No, I’m fine.”
*And now he’s straight-up lying. He hasn’t eaten since Ven gave him that soup.
*Ven. He misses the boy. He wonders what he’s doing—
“I do not miss him! Shut up!”
*He yells it at one of the creatures, only seeming to get more pissed off at his own feelings.
*He just hums once. Adorable. Such firm denial! Oh you'd be so fun to pin like an insect when he's done studying you!*
Miss who, not human? Is something wrong?
“My name is Vanitas you asshole, and you’ll fucking use it.”
*He’s so testy.
“Some little fucking asshole used thread magic I’m pretty sure, made me way too attached to Princie boy. I’m already fucking sick of it. You know how to fix it?”
This is the first you've said your name, Vanitas, how was I supposed to know?
*He's absolutely delighted. You're so eager! Oh he can't wait to try new things!*
I should be able to, if you really want that fixed. It's not impossible.
“Maybe try fucking asking? You haven’t told me yours either, dipshit.”
“God yes fix it. I’m sick of this shit already. Fix it! And while you’re at it, put our connection back the way it’s meant to fucking be.”
*He must mean that broken thread.
Right. You are sassy. I'm Uranium but many people call me Green.
*He grins. He has so many ideas! Oh and ypu just gave him permission!*
Okay. I'll fix it.
Do you need anything first?
“I can be much worse than sassy. Why’d you get two nicknames?”
*He’s not stupid; he knows you’re bad. He’s just assuming that you won’t dare fuck with someone ‘better than you’ — thinking that just because he was once Darkness itself, you won’t risk upsetting him.
“Depends on what you mean by need anything.”
*His stomach growls again. He ignores it.
Because I'm simply so loved.
*He can and will fuck with you. He has so many ideas!*
Oh well food or water? Thread magic isn't always the most comfortable. It seems polite to offer!
“I don’t fucking believe that.”
*He thinks about it for a minute. When he speaks, his face is screwed up with annoyance and anger.
“Fine. Sure. Food and water, whatever.”
*He’s so fucking hungry. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was, and it’s not a feeling that he can turn into an Unversed and beat up. He hates that more.
*Polite. He hates people and their fucking politeness. It’s stupid as fuck.
Believe what you like. I don't care.
Food and water? Sure.
*He summons a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water. He can't have you weak! If you're weak then you'll be a terrible lab rat.*
*He holds the food and water out.*
Here. Eat, you'll be better for it.
*He scoffs, taking it.
“You’re a bitch. Just fix this shit and fuck off.”
*Regardless, he eats the sandwich — quicker than you’d expect, he must’ve been real hungry — and downs the water just as fast.
“Fuck, that- that was actually kinda tasty. Where’d you get that?”
Do you feel better after saying that?
*He snorts, but he won't like.*
My husband keeps sandwiches made. He's very good like that. Well trained.
*His voice when he speaks about his husband is... atypical, fond but not exactly stable or soft in tone.*
Do you need anything else before we start?
*He doesn’t pick up on the tone, but gives a hum.
“Maybe I’ll have to find the guy myself. That was good.”
“Nah.”
*He stomps on an Unversed, it gives a pathetic cry. He ignores it.
“Just get this shit over with. I hate being so fucking attached to that loser, at least like this.”
Maybe so.
*He snort.*
Very well.
*He grabs your threads without moving, searching them for answers before he starts his work.*
*He visibly bristles, it hits him so immediately but he reluctantly decides to ignore it. Unversed sprout around him, and he’s quick to bring them down before they can attack you.
*You find that at his core, he’s as old as time itself — no, he’s older. You realize he is everything that makes up bad and evil as you know it. He has brought down hundreds — thousands — of people. He’s part of a hivemind, of a group, though those connections have long since been broken.
*You find yourself unable to twist and change his core threads, the deepest ones telling you what he is, though you can look at them. But the newer ones — the ones that give him human form, the ones that give him a proper personality, likes and dislikes — you can manipulate those as much as you’d like.
*You find that his power as a Darkness has been weakened, the untouchable threads there having been exposed to some form of Light for so long that he’s unable to use the power he once had. You can’t tell if he knows this.
*You find- guilt. Reluctance. He never wanted to hurt his other half. He too had been manipulated into it, into fighting.
*The broken connection, that thread, if it were to meet the other half properly, you know the result would’ve been a world-ending weapon, one for anyone to use.
*But it’s been snapped. Broken completely.
*There’s no chance of ever forming that χ-blade again.
*The more he learns the more he wants to capture and play with you! You would be such a fun lab rat!*
Hold still!
*As if you have a choice.*
*Uranium hums happily as he starts to poke your threads, testing them. After a few moment he starts by taking your threads and using them to turn you into a lolian. They turn and braid so easy!*
Your threads are so easy to move!
“Sorry for keeping these fucking guys off your ass.”
*He rolls his eyes as he says it.
*No matter how you mess with his threads, his eyes refuse to lose the blood-red shade. His ears point, tilted down toward the ground, his hair falls flat against his head instead of the strange defying-gravity look it had before.
*You’re swarmed and attacked by Unversed, born from the pain of having his threads messed with and the anger at you changing his body.
*Clearly, if you want to continue messing with his threads, you’ll have to stop the Unversed from spawning.
Sassy!
*He laughs, grabbing the threads of the unversed and following those to the core of what the inverted are. He starts messing with them, attempting to stop them from attacking Uranium himself.*
You make a very handsome lolian by the way. I'm sorry I'm just more familiar with loloian threads than whatever you were before!
*Lying, his favorite form of communication.*
How old are you anyway? Do you think I can make you younger?
*Vanitas growls when you mess with his Unversed.
“I don’t fucking care, change me back and they’ll back off!”
*The Unversed are rather simple. They’re nothing more than emotion and simple desire.
“I’m as old as I fucking wanna be, you bitch!”
*He looks about 15 or 16. You could make his body younger, but you can tell it’ll do nothing to his mind or his powers; not with what he truly is — something old and timeless, unaffected by the state of his body.
*If anything, taking away his ability to communicate would only serve to piss him off more, make him force more of his magic.
Or I can handle it myself! Don't worry, they'll be fine!
*He is just glad the Unversed have such easy threads to manipulate. Making the things see Uranium as something like Vanitas is so so easy. Too easy. Adorable!*
*He snickers. As old as you want to be?*
We'll see about that. Hold still.
*He says the last part as if you have a choice — as if he isn't holding your threads to keep you still.*
Hmm... Not too young.... Four? No...
*He starts to mess with your threads again, lowering your age, reversing the effects of physical aging. You begin to shrink, still held still.*
*By the time he finishes his work on your physical age, you are six or so.*
There you go, little one.
*The Unversed wander off when you change the thread, which pisses Vanitas off only further. No matter how much he demands through the thread that they attack you, they simply ignore you. One even comes up, seemingly asking for you to pet it.
*The pain grows as his body shrinks, until he’s not that much taller than his Keyblade. He knows this as a fact without having to summon it.
“What the fuck?! Change me back, you fucking bastard!”
*He snorts, but he does reach out to pet the unversed that comes to see him. What strange creatures. Excellent guard dogs. He should steal some.*
I'm helping! You want to be fully detached from the people. They'll never recognize you now!
*He isn't helping. He's just bored.*
*He leans in, examining you.*
How do you feel? Usually, I erase memories after this... should I take yours?
*It can’t exactly feel happy, but it seems to like being pet.
“I said I wanted you to fix it, you dumbass! Fix what got fucked up! Make us connected again!”
*He bristles at the thought, more Unversed spawning from the ground. They start attacking things — trees, plants, anything nearby — but stay away from you and Vanitas. This fact makes him more pissed.
“You leave my memories alone, you fucking little bitchass cunt!”
*He very much will hold a grudge if you listen, you can tell just by looking at him.
*He continues petting the Unversed, perhaps he can take this ome home.*
Oh. Right. Silly me. Let me fix the connection then.
*He gives a mocking gasp.*
What language from such a young child! Whatever will I do?
Hmm... We can fix the potty mouth you have.
What do you think? Should I fix your connection first or your foul mouth?
“I’m fucking older than you, bitchass! I’m older than time itself!”
*And you know he’s right. His core threads, defining what he is, they’re ancient. He may not seem it or act it, but he is.
“Fix the connection. Now.”
*The Unversed you’re petting is born from loneliness, the feeling of the connection he’d come to rely on that’s suddenly gone.
*He just laughs. You're not scary like this. Whatever you used to be you lost.*
I don't think so. I think you need some time to live as your own person, little lolian.
*Instead of what you asked him to do, Uranium happily starts messing with your other threads, working to remove your ability to curse. Such a small being doesn't need such a foul mouth, even if it is funny. He's just helping you! Truly!*
*He hums as he works, petting the unversed with one hand.*
Have you ever considered therapy?
“I don’t want to live my own person, I’m not a fucking person you little asshole bastar-“
*He can’t help a cry of pain as his tongue burns. Oh how you’d be dead where you stand, if he could move.
*Even as a child, even being lolian and unable to curse, his glare is full with hatred and murder. More Unversed ride from the ground around him, the one you’re petting looks back at Vanitas with a sad whine.
*It looks up at you, then sadly trods back to him, already missing the kind affection. You can’t tell if Vanitas hears your question, but he certainly doesn’t respond. His anger and rage fills his body, making his short form tremble as he glares at you, bloodred eyes boring into you.
You are, though!
*He laughs at you, your pain truly amusing.*
I wouldn't curse if I was you, it'll not be worth it.
Now I think it's time to get you home, don't you?
“I don’t have a home, you dumba- augh!”
*It makes his tongue burn, he despises it! The pain is blinding, like his entire mouth is on fire.
*It only makes him hate you more.
To my home, you silly little lolian.
*He pulls you with him by the threads, making you float as he does.*
Perhaps we can get you a bath too.
“I’m not- I don’t need a bath! Let go!”
*He tries to struggle, he does his damn best, but this stupid body won’t listen to him!
*He hates you. He despises you. The second he can move again, he’s going to rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
It's just manners to bathe.
*He laughs as he walks along, perhaps after he secures you in your room he can go visit his little pet to play.*
What color do you want your blankets? Red?
“No! I don’t need blankets I won’t be staying!”
*He’d love his blankets to remind him of Ven. He doesn’t even know what part, though, considering it’s blankets and the Prince is not a blanket.
You will be, actually. It's chilly in your room, you'll want blankets.
If you won't tell me you'll be stuck with what I have which is a lot of purple.
*He continues on his way.*
*He goes to speak, but clearly it was a cuss given how he bites back what’s probably another swear.
“…Make it a bluish kind of green.”
*He hates this. He hates you. He’s still going to tear you apart as soon as he gets the barest inkling of a chance! Even if he has a new blanket.
I can do that. Thank your for cooperating.
Are you allergic to anything?
“How in the Master’s tits should I know?”
*He hates you. He hates you so damn bad. He hates how his stomach growls at the mention of food. When was the last time he ate something?
*More unversed spawn, following along. Vanitas gets an idea.
*One of them bites his leg, hard, pulling back, trying to keep Uranium from making him follow.
Well I don't want to hurt you through food.
*Uranium just laughs, how pathetically adorable! He grabs the threads of the unversed, pulling them along with you.*
That was a very, very nice try little one. Very creative.
*It tries to pull him back, its teeth digging into his leg and making him bleed. Blood drips down its jaw, but Vanitas’s pain only fuels it more.
“Put me the fffff*uck* down!”
*God that makes his tongue burn! He hates it, he hates it so hard!
No. Then you'll run away. Children can't be left unattended. And since I made you a child it's almost like I'm your parent.
*That thought makes his skin crawl. He knows what a parent is, and he knows you are NOT one.
*He hates you! He hates you so utterly completely bad; he’s completely going to tear you limb from limb.
“I’m not a child! I’ve lived for centuries longer than you!!”
Have you? Because you're throwing a rather petulant hissy fit. You sure do act like a child, Vanitas.
*He sounds so smug. You can see a house with an orchard come into view and you pass through some rather nasty wards.*
Welcoming home, little lolian.
*He gives a growl, at both the words and the wards.
“Of course I’m throwing a g-“
“You’re literally kidnapping me!”
*He hates the cursing thing! He hates it so much! He loves being able to say fuck out loud!
“Fix the swear thing.”
I'm taking you to a safe place to rest but sure you can call it what you want.
*He laughs at the last bit.*
Not a fucking chance, Vanitas.
*He brings you into the house, and down to the basement where there are too many rooms.*
Hmm... perhaps next to little fairy.
“Even Im not an idiot; I’m being taken against my will, that’s a f- that’s a god- I HATE YOU!”
*He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he ended up just screaming instead.
“Fix it!”
*He hardly pays attention to the rooms, trying to get his body to listen to him and move.
*He laughs again.*
You sound just like my little monster, such a bad daughter but adorably defiant. I fixed her too.
For now we'll give you time to get your feelings out.
*He opens a door, and brings you through it. You pass through another ward — this one will trap you. Yay.*
No. You'll get used to it, little lolian. Now, blueish green blankets right?
*The thought sends involuntary shivers down his spine.
*He finds that’s a weird feeling, and he does not like it.
“I don’t need- that’s not-“
“Yeah, at least give me my da- my fuc-“
*This inability to speak only pisses him off more.
“I WANT MY CAT!”
*He nods, waving a hand and a blueish green set of bedding appears on the mattress, already made up.*
Your cat?
Hm... I can see about that. What cat is it?
*He can let you have your pet, he has all of his.*
“Wrong. Greener.”
“The weird robot thing you fu-“
*He growls in annoyance at the fucking pain.
“The thing you took away! I want it back.”
*He’s not going to tell you why, but that’s what it is, his ‘cat’.
Hmm... okay.
*He changes the color of the bedding to be greener, but it still is a little off.*
... I have to find it first but I'll see what I can do. Strange cat to have...
*He lets go of your threads, letting you move, but the wards on the house will stop you from hurting him by making sure you hurt worse.*
“Eugh, no. Now it needs to be more blue. A little bit, though, not a lot.”
“Yeah well it’s mine, and you’re not gonna keep it from me! You’re the one who threw it, so you gotta go find it!
*He doesn’t know what this magic is, but.. He’s sure he could figure this out.
*Yeah. Yeah, this is easy shit! They remembers handling magic like this, way back when, they remembers the one so ‘evil’ and so ‘unkind’ that it made an entirely new form of magic. That it gave them the sentience they needed to be what they is now. They remembers having to handle that being, so alive and so feeling and so raw and new. They remembers shedding their human forms, their bodies, to become One. A shared mind. A single thought.
*They remembers
*He
*remembers .
*Wait. What’s going on again? He got lost in memories of time long ago.
A little more blue? Picky but sure.
*He makes it a tinge more blue, but is still off again.*
I can try to find it. No promises. I can always make you a new one.
*He has no idea what your mind is going on about. He raises a brow.*
Are you well?
“Ugh, just make it bright green. Clearly this is too hard for you!”
*Vanitas knows it’s difficult because Uranium hasn’t met Ven. He considers this a good thing, but it will not stop him from insulting the bastard with it.
“No way! You can’t just make a new one, dumba-!”
*Hs rolls his eyes, lifting one hand.
“I’m fine.”
*And then, he unravels the magic of the wards, dismantling them almost instantly.
*He darts past you, using his new small size to his advantage to try and escape.
Bright green?
*Befors you run, he changes the bedding again to bright green.*
What- oh you little shit!
Stop right there!
*In all honesty your head state paired with the surprise at being outsmarted would have bought you time to escape if this were Green. However this is Uranium who immediately grabs your threads as soon as he recovers from the initial shock.*
*Once he has grabbed ypur threads he forces you to be still. You can unravel things? Interesting. He needs to fix that.*
*Uranium strolls out to where you've been frozen in place again.*
Impressive. How did you do that?
*He ignores the instruction, running as far as he can —
*Which, isn’t very far before you grab his threads, and he screams loudly in anger. Unversed appear around him, crowding the hallway.
“I’m not stupid!”
*His leg hurts more now, though it stopped bleeding a while ago.
*He laughs at that.*
No one said you were. I've just never seen anyone do that before.
So.
How the fuck did you do that shit?
*Is he cursing more to annoy you? Probably.*
*Vanitas walk walking, kicking the Unversed out from beneath his feet as he does.
"I told you shitheads, I don't need your fucking help!"
*They don't leave him alone, making angry or concerned sounds.
"He's fine! You know he's fine, we just saw him like ten minutes ago! No, I'm not letting this shit run my life, I don't need him. He's lame and stupid."
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium turns towards the sound of someone in distress. Prrfect! He loves to meet new people! Lots of new subjects to test on.*
Hello? Is someone there?
“I told you to fuck off!”
*You see a dark blue creature go flying past you. It doesn’t look hurt, but it also doesn’t get up, just giving a sad whine. Its threads say it’s an emotion, specifically that of missing someone deeply.
*Then you see a pale boy with black hair and blood red eyes come into view, glaring at the creature. Multiple more surround him. His eyes turn to you — sharp, annoyed.
“The fuck are you meant to be? You look like a little bitch.”
*The boy’s threads tell you he’s something ancient, even though he looks like a teenager. There’s a broken thread — snapped — that used to be his tie to another person.
*Uranium bites back a smile. You are so clearly preoccupied! Perfect! He fixes his best smile in place.*
*your threads tell on you - and oh that's interesting!*
I'm a hero, obviously. But if you want to be honest, you look like a hungover emo tween.
Are you okay?
“I’m. Fine. I’m not some fucking emo tween, I don’t even know what that means!”
*You could connect the creature’s threads back to him, would probably make them disappear.
*You find a snapped thread — his connection to someone else, now left broken. It’s probably what’s got him so upset.
*You find a thread that you’re not entirely sure about. It’s strong, and it seems to be connecting the boy to something he has on him..Except, he doesn’t have anything you can see. Odd.
*He just laughs, taking in all the threads he can. How strange- he would very much like to study you!*
You do have an attitude! What are you? You aren't hylian.
*Neither is Uranium.*
*The thread reverberates as something shifts like gears and appears in his hand — a long, blunt weapon, that looks like it has gears on it. Explains the gear-like dark effect when he summoned it. He swings it at the creatures that won’t leave him alone, and they disappear with cries of the emotion they’re tied to.
*More appear from the ground. It pisses the boy off, and he finally gives up.
“Does it fucking matter what I am? You’re fucked too. I’m not a Hylian, you’re not a Hylian. I’ll not sayin’ shit till you do, bitch!”
*Clearly he’s testy, and doesn’t want to just give in.
Oh dear, such an attitude! Oh well. I like a challenge!
*He grins viciously.*
I am a improved Hylian, perhaps you are something like a Human?
“Oh fuck no! I’m not some dumb little human, I’m far older and far, far worse than that. I don’t want to be human. I never have been, and I never will be.”
*Despite his denials, while his threads say he wasn’t made as or to be human, he certainly is one now.
“Look, the fuck do you even want from me anyway? I’m pissed off, and-“
*His stomach growls, and his face flushes red in embarrassment. More of those creatures rise from the ground.
What you used to be and what you are is different. I was once a failure with too much hope.
*He continues to examine the threads. Maybe he can turn you into a hylian? A lolian? Lolians are better... Hm...*
Do you need to eat?
“I. Am not. A human.”
*He’s clearly determined about this.
“No, I’m fine.”
*And now he’s straight-up lying. He hasn’t eaten since Ven gave him that soup.
*Ven. He misses the boy. He wonders what he’s doing—
“I do not miss him! Shut up!”
*He yells it at one of the creatures, only seeming to get more pissed off at his own feelings.
*He just hums once. Adorable. Such firm denial! Oh you'd be so fun to pin like an insect when he's done studying you!*
Miss who, not human? Is something wrong?
“My name is Vanitas you asshole, and you’ll fucking use it.”
*He’s so testy.
“Some little fucking asshole used thread magic I’m pretty sure, made me way too attached to Princie boy. I’m already fucking sick of it. You know how to fix it?”
This is the first you've said your name, Vanitas, how was I supposed to know?
*He's absolutely delighted. You're so eager! Oh he can't wait to try new things!*
I should be able to, if you really want that fixed. It's not impossible.
“Maybe try fucking asking? You haven’t told me yours either, dipshit.”
“God yes fix it. I’m sick of this shit already. Fix it! And while you’re at it, put our connection back the way it’s meant to fucking be.”
*He must mean that broken thread.
Right. You are sassy. I'm Uranium but many people call me Green.
*He grins. He has so many ideas! Oh and ypu just gave him permission!*
Okay. I'll fix it.
Do you need anything first?
“I can be much worse than sassy. Why’d you get two nicknames?”
*He’s not stupid; he knows you’re bad. He’s just assuming that you won’t dare fuck with someone ‘better than you’ — thinking that just because he was once Darkness itself, you won’t risk upsetting him.
“Depends on what you mean by need anything.”
*His stomach growls again. He ignores it.
Because I'm simply so loved.
*He can and will fuck with you. He has so many ideas!*
Oh well food or water? Thread magic isn't always the most comfortable. It seems polite to offer!
“I don’t fucking believe that.”
*He thinks about it for a minute. When he speaks, his face is screwed up with annoyance and anger.
“Fine. Sure. Food and water, whatever.”
*He’s so fucking hungry. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was, and it’s not a feeling that he can turn into an Unversed and beat up. He hates that more.
*Polite. He hates people and their fucking politeness. It’s stupid as fuck.
Believe what you like. I don't care.
Food and water? Sure.
*He summons a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water. He can't have you weak! If you're weak then you'll be a terrible lab rat.*
*He holds the food and water out.*
Here. Eat, you'll be better for it.
*He scoffs, taking it.
“You’re a bitch. Just fix this shit and fuck off.”
*Regardless, he eats the sandwich — quicker than you’d expect, he must’ve been real hungry — and downs the water just as fast.
“Fuck, that- that was actually kinda tasty. Where’d you get that?”
Do you feel better after saying that?
*He snorts, but he won't like.*
My husband keeps sandwiches made. He's very good like that. Well trained.
*His voice when he speaks about his husband is... atypical, fond but not exactly stable or soft in tone.*
Do you need anything else before we start?
*He doesn’t pick up on the tone, but gives a hum.
“Maybe I’ll have to find the guy myself. That was good.”
“Nah.”
*He stomps on an Unversed, it gives a pathetic cry. He ignores it.
“Just get this shit over with. I hate being so fucking attached to that loser, at least like this.”
Maybe so.
*He snort.*
Very well.
*He grabs your threads without moving, searching them for answers before he starts his work.*
*He visibly bristles, it hits him so immediately but he reluctantly decides to ignore it. Unversed sprout around him, and he’s quick to bring them down before they can attack you.
*You find that at his core, he’s as old as time itself — no, he’s older. You realize he is everything that makes up bad and evil as you know it. He has brought down hundreds — thousands — of people. He’s part of a hivemind, of a group, though those connections have long since been broken.
*You find yourself unable to twist and change his core threads, the deepest ones telling you what he is, though you can look at them. But the newer ones — the ones that give him human form, the ones that give him a proper personality, likes and dislikes — you can manipulate those as much as you’d like.
*You find that his power as a Darkness has been weakened, the untouchable threads there having been exposed to some form of Light for so long that he’s unable to use the power he once had. You can’t tell if he knows this.
*You find- guilt. Reluctance. He never wanted to hurt his other half. He too had been manipulated into it, into fighting.
*The broken connection, that thread, if it were to meet the other half properly, you know the result would’ve been a world-ending weapon, one for anyone to use.
*But it’s been snapped. Broken completely.
*There’s no chance of ever forming that χ-blade again.
*The more he learns the more he wants to capture and play with you! You would be such a fun lab rat!*
Hold still!
*As if you have a choice.*
*Uranium hums happily as he starts to poke your threads, testing them. After a few moment he starts by taking your threads and using them to turn you into a lolian. They turn and braid so easy!*
Your threads are so easy to move!
“Sorry for keeping these fucking guys off your ass.”
*He rolls his eyes as he says it.
*No matter how you mess with his threads, his eyes refuse to lose the blood-red shade. His ears point, tilted down toward the ground, his hair falls flat against his head instead of the strange defying-gravity look it had before.
*You’re swarmed and attacked by Unversed, born from the pain of having his threads messed with and the anger at you changing his body.
*Clearly, if you want to continue messing with his threads, you’ll have to stop the Unversed from spawning.
Sassy!
*He laughs, grabbing the threads of the unversed and following those to the core of what the inverted are. He starts messing with them, attempting to stop them from attacking Uranium himself.*
You make a very handsome lolian by the way. I'm sorry I'm just more familiar with loloian threads than whatever you were before!
*Lying, his favorite form of communication.*
How old are you anyway? Do you think I can make you younger?
*Vanitas growls when you mess with his Unversed.
“I don’t fucking care, change me back and they’ll back off!”
*The Unversed are rather simple. They’re nothing more than emotion and simple desire.
“I’m as old as I fucking wanna be, you bitch!”
*He looks about 15 or 16. You could make his body younger, but you can tell it’ll do nothing to his mind or his powers; not with what he truly is — something old and timeless, unaffected by the state of his body.
*If anything, taking away his ability to communicate would only serve to piss him off more, make him force more of his magic.
Or I can handle it myself! Don't worry, they'll be fine!
*He is just glad the Unversed have such easy threads to manipulate. Making the things see Uranium as something like Vanitas is so so easy. Too easy. Adorable!*
*He snickers. As old as you want to be?*
We'll see about that. Hold still.
*He says the last part as if you have a choice — as if he isn't holding your threads to keep you still.*
Hmm... Not too young.... Four? No...
*He starts to mess with your threads again, lowering your age, reversing the effects of physical aging. You begin to shrink, still held still.*
*By the time he finishes his work on your physical age, you are six or so.*
There you go, little one.
*The Unversed wander off when you change the thread, which pisses Vanitas off only further. No matter how much he demands through the thread that they attack you, they simply ignore you. One even comes up, seemingly asking for you to pet it.
*The pain grows as his body shrinks, until he’s not that much taller than his Keyblade. He knows this as a fact without having to summon it.
“What the fuck?! Change me back, you fucking bastard!”
*He snorts, but he does reach out to pet the unversed that comes to see him. What strange creatures. Excellent guard dogs. He should steal some.*
I'm helping! You want to be fully detached from the people. They'll never recognize you now!
*He isn't helping. He's just bored.*
*He leans in, examining you.*
How do you feel? Usually, I erase memories after this... should I take yours?
*It can’t exactly feel happy, but it seems to like being pet.
“I said I wanted you to fix it, you dumbass! Fix what got fucked up! Make us connected again!”
*He bristles at the thought, more Unversed spawning from the ground. They start attacking things — trees, plants, anything nearby — but stay away from you and Vanitas. This fact makes him more pissed.
“You leave my memories alone, you fucking little bitchass cunt!”
*He very much will hold a grudge if you listen, you can tell just by looking at him.
*He continues petting the Unversed, perhaps he can take this ome home.*
Oh. Right. Silly me. Let me fix the connection then.
*He gives a mocking gasp.*
What language from such a young child! Whatever will I do?
Hmm... We can fix the potty mouth you have.
What do you think? Should I fix your connection first or your foul mouth?
“I’m fucking older than you, bitchass! I’m older than time itself!”
*And you know he’s right. His core threads, defining what he is, they’re ancient. He may not seem it or act it, but he is.
“Fix the connection. Now.”
*The Unversed you’re petting is born from loneliness, the feeling of the connection he’d come to rely on that’s suddenly gone.
*He just laughs. You're not scary like this. Whatever you used to be you lost.*
I don't think so. I think you need some time to live as your own person, little lolian.
*Instead of what you asked him to do, Uranium happily starts messing with your other threads, working to remove your ability to curse. Such a small being doesn't need such a foul mouth, even if it is funny. He's just helping you! Truly!*
*He hums as he works, petting the unversed with one hand.*
Have you ever considered therapy?
“I don’t want to live my own person, I’m not a fucking person you little asshole bastar-“
*He can’t help a cry of pain as his tongue burns. Oh how you’d be dead where you stand, if he could move.
*Even as a child, even being lolian and unable to curse, his glare is full with hatred and murder. More Unversed ride from the ground around him, the one you’re petting looks back at Vanitas with a sad whine.
*It looks up at you, then sadly trods back to him, already missing the kind affection. You can’t tell if Vanitas hears your question, but he certainly doesn’t respond. His anger and rage fills his body, making his short form tremble as he glares at you, bloodred eyes boring into you.
You are, though!
*He laughs at you, your pain truly amusing.*
I wouldn't curse if I was you, it'll not be worth it.
Now I think it's time to get you home, don't you?
“I don’t have a home, you dumba- augh!”
*It makes his tongue burn, he despises it! The pain is blinding, like his entire mouth is on fire.
*It only makes him hate you more.
To my home, you silly little lolian.
*He pulls you with him by the threads, making you float as he does.*
Perhaps we can get you a bath too.
“I’m not- I don’t need a bath! Let go!”
*He tries to struggle, he does his damn best, but this stupid body won’t listen to him!
*He hates you. He despises you. The second he can move again, he’s going to rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
It's just manners to bathe.
*He laughs as he walks along, perhaps after he secures you in your room he can go visit his little pet to play.*
What color do you want your blankets? Red?
“No! I don’t need blankets I won’t be staying!”
*He’d love his blankets to remind him of Ven. He doesn’t even know what part, though, considering it’s blankets and the Prince is not a blanket.
You will be, actually. It's chilly in your room, you'll want blankets.
If you won't tell me you'll be stuck with what I have which is a lot of purple.
*He continues on his way.*
*He goes to speak, but clearly it was a cuss given how he bites back what’s probably another swear.
“…Make it a bluish kind of green.”
*He hates this. He hates you. He’s still going to tear you apart as soon as he gets the barest inkling of a chance! Even if he has a new blanket.
I can do that. Thank your for cooperating.
Are you allergic to anything?
“How in the Master’s tits should I know?”
*He hates you. He hates you so damn bad. He hates how his stomach growls at the mention of food. When was the last time he ate something?
*More unversed spawn, following along. Vanitas gets an idea.
*One of them bites his leg, hard, pulling back, trying to keep Uranium from making him follow.
Well I don't want to hurt you through food.
*Uranium just laughs, how pathetically adorable! He grabs the threads of the unversed, pulling them along with you.*
That was a very, very nice try little one. Very creative.
*It tries to pull him back, its teeth digging into his leg and making him bleed. Blood drips down its jaw, but Vanitas’s pain only fuels it more.
“Put me the fffff*uck* down!”
*God that makes his tongue burn! He hates it, he hates it so hard!
No. Then you'll run away. Children can't be left unattended. And since I made you a child it's almost like I'm your parent.
*That thought makes his skin crawl. He knows what a parent is, and he knows you are NOT one.
*He hates you! He hates you so utterly completely bad; he’s completely going to tear you limb from limb.
“I’m not a child! I’ve lived for centuries longer than you!!”
Have you? Because you're throwing a rather petulant hissy fit. You sure do act like a child, Vanitas.
*He sounds so smug. You can see a house with an orchard come into view and you pass through some rather nasty wards.*
Welcoming home, little lolian.
*He gives a growl, at both the words and the wards.
“Of course I’m throwing a g-“
“You’re literally kidnapping me!”
*He hates the cursing thing! He hates it so much! He loves being able to say fuck out loud!
“Fix the swear thing.”
I'm taking you to a safe place to rest but sure you can call it what you want.
*He laughs at the last bit.*
Not a fucking chance, Vanitas.
*He brings you into the house, and down to the basement where there are too many rooms.*
Hmm... perhaps next to little fairy.
“Even Im not an idiot; I’m being taken against my will, that’s a f- that’s a god- I HATE YOU!”
*He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he ended up just screaming instead.
“Fix it!”
*He hardly pays attention to the rooms, trying to get his body to listen to him and move.
*He laughs again.*
You sound just like my little monster, such a bad daughter but adorably defiant. I fixed her too.
For now we'll give you time to get your feelings out.
*He opens a door, and brings you through it. You pass through another ward — this one will trap you. Yay.*
No. You'll get used to it, little lolian. Now, blueish green blankets right?
*The thought sends involuntary shivers down his spine.
*He finds that’s a weird feeling, and he does not like it.
“I don’t need- that’s not-“
“Yeah, at least give me my da- my fuc-“
*This inability to speak only pisses him off more.
“I WANT MY CAT!”
*He nods, waving a hand and a blueish green set of bedding appears on the mattress, already made up.*
Your cat?
Hm... I can see about that. What cat is it?
*He can let you have your pet, he has all of his.*
“Wrong. Greener.”
“The weird robot thing you fu-“
*He growls in annoyance at the fucking pain.
“The thing you took away! I want it back.”
*He’s not going to tell you why, but that’s what it is, his ‘cat’.
Hmm... okay.
*He changes the color of the bedding to be greener, but it still is a little off.*
... I have to find it first but I'll see what I can do. Strange cat to have...
*He lets go of your threads, letting you move, but the wards on the house will stop you from hurting him by making sure you hurt worse.*
“Eugh, no. Now it needs to be more blue. A little bit, though, not a lot.”
“Yeah well it’s mine, and you’re not gonna keep it from me! You’re the one who threw it, so you gotta go find it!
*He doesn’t know what this magic is, but.. He’s sure he could figure this out.
*Yeah. Yeah, this is easy shit! They remembers handling magic like this, way back when, they remembers the one so ‘evil’ and so ‘unkind’ that it made an entirely new form of magic. That it gave them the sentience they needed to be what they is now. They remembers having to handle that being, so alive and so feeling and so raw and new. They remembers shedding their human forms, their bodies, to become One. A shared mind. A single thought.
*They remembers
*He
*remembers .
*Wait. What’s going on again? He got lost in memories of time long ago.
A little more blue? Picky but sure.
*He makes it a tinge more blue, but is still off again.*
I can try to find it. No promises. I can always make you a new one.
*He has no idea what your mind is going on about. He raises a brow.*
Are you well?
“Ugh, just make it bright green. Clearly this is too hard for you!”
*Vanitas knows it’s difficult because Uranium hasn’t met Ven. He considers this a good thing, but it will not stop him from insulting the bastard with it.
“No way! You can’t just make a new one, dumba-!”
*Hs rolls his eyes, lifting one hand.
“I’m fine.”
*And then, he unravels the magic of the wards, dismantling them almost instantly.
*He darts past you, using his new small size to his advantage to try and escape.
Bright green?
*Befors you run, he changes the bedding again to bright green.*
What- oh you little shit!
Stop right there!
*In all honesty your head state paired with the surprise at being outsmarted would have bought you time to escape if this were Green. However this is Uranium who immediately grabs your threads as soon as he recovers from the initial shock.*
*Once he has grabbed ypur threads he forces you to be still. You can unravel things? Interesting. He needs to fix that.*
*Uranium strolls out to where you've been frozen in place again.*
Impressive. How did you do that?
*As you're walking through the woods, you come across the sound of someone talking to themselves. Investigating, you find a girl with wolf ears and tail sitting in a small clearing. She doesn't seem to notice you.*
No, that's not...right. How does fae do this?
*She asks herself, holding up a bottle filled with a white liquid.*
Not even close to wine, ugh. This is why animals are easier, at least then I can see their threads.
Just keep practicing, I'll get it eventually...later.
*She places the bottle to the side, pulling what looked to be a small rodent into her lap. Its form begins to change, though there's no clear end goal to what she's doing.*
@heroineofthewild
*He watches for... a lot longer than is polite. What a strange creature! You have little bug's magic all over you... hmmm...*
You're thinking too hard, over complicating it makes it harder to accomplish you know.
*How strange. Maybe you just need help.*
Who taught you this anyway?
*She jumps hearing you speak. She looks in your direction. Now that you can properly see her face, you can see she has a long scar over her cloudy left eye — she must be blind in that eye.*
Where did you come from? Who are you?
*Your magic is...similar, to that of the pink cloud god she met. But there's also something...off about you as well.*
Um...my friend, Evil Fairy, did...
*Around her neck is a purple, leather collar, a bit fancy for someone like her, with a tag attached to it.*
I came from my home, obviously.
I'm a friend.
*He's the better version of the cloud ... thing you met.*
Little bug! Oh he's very cute when he tries to do thread magic, he's still learning too!
You rush through it, that's the problem with your attempts.
... Why do you have a collar?
*Should he make collars? His little pets would look good with collars.*
*She huffs at your answer.*
Smartass...
*Her ears twitch when you refer to Puck as that. How weird that you call him that, she's not sure she likes it.*
You know him? Then...I guess you're a friend.
Well...no, I can do it just fine.
*She's a bit offended you'd even suggest that.*
I can't see the threads of inanimate objects, only living beings. Like yours I can see just fine.
*She's not even touching you as she says that.*
Mm, Evil Fairy made me the collar, because I'm fae's puppy.
*She points to the ears on her head, as if to say "duh".*
Of course I know fae.
So? I can see your threads too. I can see all of the threads here, starting with the trees.
You think too much about this.
*Hm... He should give little rabbit ears. Yes. Bunny ears.*
I hope he's kind to you. Pets are very cute. You should meet little rabbit.
*Something about him is off. There is no warmth or ... positive emotion in him. Even his soft tone is a chilling facsimile.*
Mm, Evil Fairy says most people have to be touching an object or person to see their threads.
I think too much about a lot of things, it's why I became friends with faer. Don't have to think when I'm with him.
*She shifts a little, a bit uncomfortable. You're definitely not the same Green she met a few months ago. Did something happen?*
Fae is very kind to me, and I'm happy to be his puppy. Who's little rabbit?
Most people, but they simply unpracticed. You'll get better with time. I did.
Of course. Puppies don't want to think anyway, I'm sure he helps you there.
*He... takes this in stride. How cute! Pets are always more adorable when they accept their status.*
Little Rabbit is so cute! He's my little brother. Very well trained.
I can already see threads without needing to touch living beings, so playing with an animal's threads is no issue for me. I managed to make a whole doll out of dirt, but I'm struggling just to make the wine fae likes to give me.
*She nods in agreement. It's easy to not think with Puck. And when she does, it's not complicated shit like the whole ordeal with Demise.*
You have a little brother? What's his name?
*She can't recall whether Green told her he had a brother. Her memories from just after the Calamity are a bit fuzzy. She just remembers that she met Green, and the feel of his magic, akin to hers but also more — probably due to him being a god.*
That's fair... Can you tell me about the wine? Maybe I can help?
*If you're little bug's puppy, and little bug belongs to him... then you belong to Uranium too!*
Little Rabbit of course! I don't usually give out true names, dangerous and all. I take good care of him.
I mean...it's wine? I don't know much about it. Evil Fairy makes it for me and I just drink it because it's good and makes me feel warm and my head fuzzy, which helps with not thinking.
Which is why I'm trying to make it! Too many thoughts today, and I want to surprise faer with the wine I make!
*She nods in understanding.*
That's fair, though it'd be silly if I have already met him!
*She looks back at what used to be a squirrel as her tail wags, thinking something happy.*
The first Legend I met, his name's Red, though I call him Mr. Legend. He gave me apple pie, it was really good. It's not often I got to have sweets during the time I met him.
Sounds nice for a puppy then.
Maybe he'll reward you for learning! Independent pets can be so interesting.
*He tilts his head.*
Ah — Red. Poor, misguided Red. He's very sweet though. Very much a rabbit. How lucky you met him!
*She perks up a bit at the idea of being rewarded for learning.*
Evil Fairy likes it when I learn something new! Faer is always so proud of me! I made him a doll as my first inanimate object. I made a small dragon out of a squirrel, too.
I also learned how to use my natural goddess powers along with thread magic to heal my wounds without leaving scars. Fae was really happy about that one!
*She looks at you confused.*
What do you mean "misguided"?
Aw! You're actually such a good puppy I bet he loves that!
Oh? How did you learn that?
*He smiles sharply.*
Red is too heroic for his own health.
*She nods, her tail wagging happily.*
He gives me wine and tarts when I'm good.
I'm...not really sure? While focusing on healing, I also just...focus on remaking the skin and anything else I need to with thread magic.
*She hums, nodding slowly in understanding.*
I know most Heroes are. I lost part of my memories because of my Hero thing. Hyrule's safe, at least, and I'm slowly remembering things.
How sweet! He must love you then!
That makes sense. Have you tried listening to the threads?
*He just smiles.*
I see. What do heroics accomplish anyway? Gannon always comes back. Really, you could just not bother and save some effort.
Mhm! I love him, too. As a friend, of course, I have two boyfriends.
Listening? What do you mean?
*She frowns, tilting her head.*
Well…I didn't want to die. I didn't want anyone to die. I was supposed to die, but I went against the rules. And I think that's a good thing, because now I'm here to be Evil Fairy's puppy!
*She smiles at the end.*
Of course! How lovely! Little Bug really is very sweet.
The threads whisper! If you listen they help you!
*He just shrugs. Heroes are so adorable and misguided. So easy to predict!*
You do make a very nice puppy. It's like that's what you were meant to be! It's impressive! Honestly your ears and tail almost look natural!
May I pet your ears?
*He's trying to be nice, mostly, Maybe you can convince Little Bug to be his friend. If not he can always change you himself!*
Oh...well...I'm still new to this, so I'm still learning. I'll try to listen though.
*She's not quite sure what you're talking about. She's never heard anything when using thread magic. Maybe she's not paying attention or listening hard enough.*
*Her tail wags at your statement - she likes being a puppy. She was made to be Puck's puppy, and only his.*
*She pauses at your question, thinking about it for a moment.*
I...guess. So long as you're gentle, my ears are sensitive.
I can teach you if you want! It's really easy once you learn, little bug just didn't learn.
*he smiles. You're pathetic and sweet and he is so doing this to his pets himself. Hmmm little rabbit and little pet with bunny ears would be so cute!*
I'll be careful.
*He will, for once. This time. He's also actively watching your threads as he reaches out to pet your ears. His hands are cold — he is actively fighting the urge to cause harm. Much more fun to make you trust him.*
Soft...
I...guess you can, if it'll help me be better at this.
*Her ear twitches at the touch of your hand. It's cold, different from Puck's touch. She's not sure she likes it.*
Mhm, my tail is soft, too, and very fluffy. But I don't like when people grab it, can't wag my tail properly when that happens and it's uncomfortable.
It will! Don't worry!
*He smiles sharper. How lovely, perhaps that can be an effective correcting tool! Or punishment. Who cares?*
That is a shame, but I'm sure you're too good a puppy to have anyone grab it.
Now, can you see the threads when others move them?
I've only been a bad puppy...twice, but Evil Fairy wasn't as mad the second time.
Mhm, it's interesting to watch when Evil Fairy messes with little critters. I kind of feel bad for the little guys, but I think it's better than doing it on a person who'd be permanently affected by it. An animal can be killed to put it out of its misery and no one will blink an eye.
Well that's a great track record then! Afterall if you're bad too many times some owners would get rid of you. Not little bug, fae would never, but some people would.
*He laughs.*
You can always turn a person into a creature first!
Alright if you can see, then watch me move thre threads and see if you can hear them if you aren't focused on moving them yourself.
*His magic reaches out, grabbing the threads of a nearby tree. He doesn't touch it — he never needs to.*
*She shrinks a little. She doesn't want fae to get rid of her, even if you say he wouldn't, but she still worries. Her father got rid of her, who's to say fae wouldn't? She should make sure she's a very good puppy for Puck, so he'll want to keep her.*
I...wouldn't want to do that either...
*She doesn't want to hurt a person with this regardless...*
*She tilts her head, her ears twitching as she senses your magic moving. Her eyes trail to the tree your magic reaches to, blinking as the thread of the tree react. She's so used to ignoring the plant life around her, she never realized she could see their threads.*
*Uranium just smiles, pleased with his work. What a pathetic little pup. Adorable. No wonder little bug likes you!*
I know. That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
*The plants threads are alive like the other living things, they thrusts with magic, whispering just under that thrum. Uranium does something to make the whispers louder, twisting the threads as he turns the tree he works on a bright lime color.he moves the threads the way they whisper, slow and precise. His work is neat — clinical and difficult to undo.*
There... did you hear any of that?
*She tries to hear what you're wanting her to hear, but she doesn't...hear much of anything. What she hears is muffled and doesn't make any sense to her.*
*She shakes her head.*
Not...really, sorry. I'm trying, I promise.
I'm sure you are, I will not hold you to a higher standard than I do my little pet. We can try again, but I have learned only a select few can hear threads.
*He's just special. He knows this.*
*It makes her feel a bit better that it's not normal to hear the threads. She nods at trying again.*
I know I can hear something, but I can't make it out at all. It's just muffled gibberish to me.
*Perhaps if this were truly Green he could teach her, but Uranium likes being special and isn't about to put in much effort.*
Thats okay. Still better than some.
Here, try again.
*He uses a small bird nearby this time, changing it into a mouse with precision and flair because he is a show off.*
Any clearer?
*Twig watches as you change the bird in a mouse, a bit surprised by how easily you were able to do it without even touching it. Guess you're special like her. Still though, the threads are just muffled nonsense.*
*She shakes her head.*
No, I apologize. It's still the same as before.
*He just smiles.*
That's okay.
I don't know how to teach you unfortunately... maybe you can practice. Maybe you could try telling them instead.
Telling them?
*She tilts her head in confusion, looking at you.*
Yes.
You simply tell them what to do. Easy.
*She frowns.*
That...doesn't really tell me anything. I'm starting to think you're just fucking with me.
*She goes back to the creature in her hands, messing with its threads.*
It's kind of annoying to be jerked around like I'm stupid.
*He rolls his eyes.*
I'm not.
I'll show you!
*He grabs your threads quickly, using them to freeze you in place.*
I'm going to make you a cuter puppy.
*Her eyes widen as she feels you grab her threads - it feels different from when Puck did it, it feels wrong - looking over at you.*
H-Hey, what are you doing?! Release me!
I'm showing you. Also, I'm making you a cuter puppy!
*He starts working on your threads, precise and vicious as he uses them to give you pads on your feet and palms and the tips of your fingers and toes — mimicking the paw pads of dogs.*
*He hums happily, fully focusing on his work.*
All puppies need paw pads.
*It's uncomfortable, bordering on painful, feeling you mess with her threads. The physical changes, the paw pads, feel uncomfortable under her gear. She hates it.*
Stop! It's uncomfortable! I don't like it!
Oh calm down, you aren't hurt. Just breathe.
*He continues his work and if nothing else he is efficient — and isn't that a thing to fear? How easily he does this? How many times has he dome similar things?*
*He smiles when he finishes, still holding your threads.*
There. See?
I told the threads to do something and they did.
J-Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean I have to like it, you asshole!
*She doesn't like it, watching you change her threads without her permission. And why is it so uncomfortable? It isn't uncomfortable when she or Puck change them.*
I don't care what you did! Change them back!
So lively!
*He laughs, cold and vicious and nothing like Green.*
No.
I don't want to.
I should get going but it was great to meet you.
*She grits her teeth.*
Bastard, who do you think you are? Because you sure as hell ain't Green.
Fix what you did, I swear to Hylia. I didn't give you permission to touch or mess with my threads!
*He laughs again.*
No, I'm not. Congratulations. I've started calling myself Uranium.
I'm not doing that. I didn't ask because I don't care.
Have an evil day.
*He still hasn't let go of your threads.*
You bitch, fucking fight me!
You imply you're all so great with thread magic, yet all you did was give me paw pads? It's so fucking basic that I could do that.
You can't be that great if that's all you could come up with.
If you wanted a better demonstration you could have asked!
*Anger fuels his next actions, his grip on your threads tightens. Fine. What should he do? Doll? No, not original... oh! That will do!*
*He starts humming again, working on your threads so he can turn you into a... Frankenstein's monster of sorts, giving you the body of a fox and the head of a pudgeoj all while keep your tail, paw pads, and wolf ears.*
*She gasps as your grip on her threads tightens. She said to fight her! Not... Not this!*
S-Stop! Stop, it hurts!
*She cries out as you mess with her threads. Now it's actually painful, instead of just uncomfortable like with the paw pads. It's not fair, she can't do anything!*
And?
*He seems unphased by your pain. You wanted to be shown something powerful? Well now look at you, a mess of animals.*
*He finishes his work with a smile, finally letting go of your threads.*
There. Now you learned something.
*She gasps in pain, tears welling her eyes. Sadistic bastard.*
You didn't...teach me shit... The first thing I made was a mess of different animals that I created from a squirrel. This isn't special.
*She backs away, very uncomfortable in her new form. She keeps looking over her threads, noting which ones you messed with. Puck won't be happy about this, not at all.*
*He scoffs but that sentence ulsetz him more.*
Next time I see you we'll see about something special. Maybe we'll turn you into a child.
So you're a pussy, got it...
*She mutters, sniffling. She hates this. It hurts, her entire being hurts, and it's not fun. Puck was at least gentle about it...*
That's enough. You are a bad puppy!
*He takes ahold of your threads again, rage course through him. Fine you want to piss him off? Great.*
*He starts working on your threads again, this time he's working to give you chronic migraines triggered by thread magic. See how you like that. It wonton stop you from using thread magic but until you get this undone it's going to be awful to use.*
*She tenses at being called a bad puppy, whining as her ears press against her head. She doesn't like being called a bad puppy.*
*She gasps, letting out a broken sob as you mess with her threads again. It hurts, it hurts when you touch her threads. She wants you to stop!*
Stop! Stop stop stop please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being a bad puppy.
*She sobs.*
*He ignores you until he finishes his work, humming the whole time. After a moment he's done and lets go of your threads again.*
Tell Little bug to train you better.
*She lies on the ground, sobbing and shaking. It hurts, everything hurts, it shouldn't hurt. She didn't want this, it's not fair. Why does bad stuff always happen to her? Just because she's the Hero? She hates it, she hates her life.*
P-please...leave me a-alone...
*He just rolls his eyes and walks away. You're boring now.*
*As he leaves he hums again.*
*Vanitas walk walking, kicking the Unversed out from beneath his feet as he does.
"I told you shitheads, I don't need your fucking help!"
*They don't leave him alone, making angry or concerned sounds.
"He's fine! You know he's fine, we just saw him like ten minutes ago! No, I'm not letting this shit run my life, I don't need him. He's lame and stupid."
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium turns towards the sound of someone in distress. Prrfect! He loves to meet new people! Lots of new subjects to test on.*
Hello? Is someone there?
“I told you to fuck off!”
*You see a dark blue creature go flying past you. It doesn’t look hurt, but it also doesn’t get up, just giving a sad whine. Its threads say it’s an emotion, specifically that of missing someone deeply.
*Then you see a pale boy with black hair and blood red eyes come into view, glaring at the creature. Multiple more surround him. His eyes turn to you — sharp, annoyed.
“The fuck are you meant to be? You look like a little bitch.”
*The boy’s threads tell you he’s something ancient, even though he looks like a teenager. There’s a broken thread — snapped — that used to be his tie to another person.
*Uranium bites back a smile. You are so clearly preoccupied! Perfect! He fixes his best smile in place.*
*your threads tell on you - and oh that's interesting!*
I'm a hero, obviously. But if you want to be honest, you look like a hungover emo tween.
Are you okay?
“I’m. Fine. I’m not some fucking emo tween, I don’t even know what that means!”
*You could connect the creature’s threads back to him, would probably make them disappear.
*You find a snapped thread — his connection to someone else, now left broken. It’s probably what’s got him so upset.
*You find a thread that you’re not entirely sure about. It’s strong, and it seems to be connecting the boy to something he has on him..Except, he doesn’t have anything you can see. Odd.
*He just laughs, taking in all the threads he can. How strange- he would very much like to study you!*
You do have an attitude! What are you? You aren't hylian.
*Neither is Uranium.*
*The thread reverberates as something shifts like gears and appears in his hand — a long, blunt weapon, that looks like it has gears on it. Explains the gear-like dark effect when he summoned it. He swings it at the creatures that won’t leave him alone, and they disappear with cries of the emotion they’re tied to.
*More appear from the ground. It pisses the boy off, and he finally gives up.
“Does it fucking matter what I am? You’re fucked too. I’m not a Hylian, you’re not a Hylian. I’ll not sayin’ shit till you do, bitch!”
*Clearly he’s testy, and doesn’t want to just give in.
Oh dear, such an attitude! Oh well. I like a challenge!
*He grins viciously.*
I am a improved Hylian, perhaps you are something like a Human?
“Oh fuck no! I’m not some dumb little human, I’m far older and far, far worse than that. I don’t want to be human. I never have been, and I never will be.”
*Despite his denials, while his threads say he wasn’t made as or to be human, he certainly is one now.
“Look, the fuck do you even want from me anyway? I’m pissed off, and-“
*His stomach growls, and his face flushes red in embarrassment. More of those creatures rise from the ground.
What you used to be and what you are is different. I was once a failure with too much hope.
*He continues to examine the threads. Maybe he can turn you into a hylian? A lolian? Lolians are better... Hm...*
Do you need to eat?
“I. Am not. A human.”
*He’s clearly determined about this.
“No, I’m fine.”
*And now he’s straight-up lying. He hasn’t eaten since Ven gave him that soup.
*Ven. He misses the boy. He wonders what he’s doing—
“I do not miss him! Shut up!”
*He yells it at one of the creatures, only seeming to get more pissed off at his own feelings.
*He just hums once. Adorable. Such firm denial! Oh you'd be so fun to pin like an insect when he's done studying you!*
Miss who, not human? Is something wrong?
“My name is Vanitas you asshole, and you’ll fucking use it.”
*He’s so testy.
“Some little fucking asshole used thread magic I’m pretty sure, made me way too attached to Princie boy. I’m already fucking sick of it. You know how to fix it?”
This is the first you've said your name, Vanitas, how was I supposed to know?
*He's absolutely delighted. You're so eager! Oh he can't wait to try new things!*
I should be able to, if you really want that fixed. It's not impossible.
“Maybe try fucking asking? You haven’t told me yours either, dipshit.”
“God yes fix it. I’m sick of this shit already. Fix it! And while you’re at it, put our connection back the way it’s meant to fucking be.”
*He must mean that broken thread.
Right. You are sassy. I'm Uranium but many people call me Green.
*He grins. He has so many ideas! Oh and ypu just gave him permission!*
Okay. I'll fix it.
Do you need anything first?
“I can be much worse than sassy. Why’d you get two nicknames?”
*He’s not stupid; he knows you’re bad. He’s just assuming that you won’t dare fuck with someone ‘better than you’ — thinking that just because he was once Darkness itself, you won’t risk upsetting him.
“Depends on what you mean by need anything.”
*His stomach growls again. He ignores it.
Because I'm simply so loved.
*He can and will fuck with you. He has so many ideas!*
Oh well food or water? Thread magic isn't always the most comfortable. It seems polite to offer!
“I don’t fucking believe that.”
*He thinks about it for a minute. When he speaks, his face is screwed up with annoyance and anger.
“Fine. Sure. Food and water, whatever.”
*He’s so fucking hungry. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was, and it’s not a feeling that he can turn into an Unversed and beat up. He hates that more.
*Polite. He hates people and their fucking politeness. It’s stupid as fuck.
Believe what you like. I don't care.
Food and water? Sure.
*He summons a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water. He can't have you weak! If you're weak then you'll be a terrible lab rat.*
*He holds the food and water out.*
Here. Eat, you'll be better for it.
*He scoffs, taking it.
“You’re a bitch. Just fix this shit and fuck off.”
*Regardless, he eats the sandwich — quicker than you’d expect, he must’ve been real hungry — and downs the water just as fast.
“Fuck, that- that was actually kinda tasty. Where’d you get that?”
Do you feel better after saying that?
*He snorts, but he won't like.*
My husband keeps sandwiches made. He's very good like that. Well trained.
*His voice when he speaks about his husband is... atypical, fond but not exactly stable or soft in tone.*
Do you need anything else before we start?
*He doesn’t pick up on the tone, but gives a hum.
“Maybe I’ll have to find the guy myself. That was good.”
“Nah.”
*He stomps on an Unversed, it gives a pathetic cry. He ignores it.
“Just get this shit over with. I hate being so fucking attached to that loser, at least like this.”
Maybe so.
*He snort.*
Very well.
*He grabs your threads without moving, searching them for answers before he starts his work.*
*He visibly bristles, it hits him so immediately but he reluctantly decides to ignore it. Unversed sprout around him, and he’s quick to bring them down before they can attack you.
*You find that at his core, he’s as old as time itself — no, he’s older. You realize he is everything that makes up bad and evil as you know it. He has brought down hundreds — thousands — of people. He’s part of a hivemind, of a group, though those connections have long since been broken.
*You find yourself unable to twist and change his core threads, the deepest ones telling you what he is, though you can look at them. But the newer ones — the ones that give him human form, the ones that give him a proper personality, likes and dislikes — you can manipulate those as much as you’d like.
*You find that his power as a Darkness has been weakened, the untouchable threads there having been exposed to some form of Light for so long that he’s unable to use the power he once had. You can’t tell if he knows this.
*You find- guilt. Reluctance. He never wanted to hurt his other half. He too had been manipulated into it, into fighting.
*The broken connection, that thread, if it were to meet the other half properly, you know the result would’ve been a world-ending weapon, one for anyone to use.
*But it’s been snapped. Broken completely.
*There’s no chance of ever forming that χ-blade again.
*The more he learns the more he wants to capture and play with you! You would be such a fun lab rat!*
Hold still!
*As if you have a choice.*
*Uranium hums happily as he starts to poke your threads, testing them. After a few moment he starts by taking your threads and using them to turn you into a lolian. They turn and braid so easy!*
Your threads are so easy to move!
“Sorry for keeping these fucking guys off your ass.”
*He rolls his eyes as he says it.
*No matter how you mess with his threads, his eyes refuse to lose the blood-red shade. His ears point, tilted down toward the ground, his hair falls flat against his head instead of the strange defying-gravity look it had before.
*You’re swarmed and attacked by Unversed, born from the pain of having his threads messed with and the anger at you changing his body.
*Clearly, if you want to continue messing with his threads, you’ll have to stop the Unversed from spawning.
Sassy!
*He laughs, grabbing the threads of the unversed and following those to the core of what the inverted are. He starts messing with them, attempting to stop them from attacking Uranium himself.*
You make a very handsome lolian by the way. I'm sorry I'm just more familiar with loloian threads than whatever you were before!
*Lying, his favorite form of communication.*
How old are you anyway? Do you think I can make you younger?
*Vanitas growls when you mess with his Unversed.
“I don’t fucking care, change me back and they’ll back off!”
*The Unversed are rather simple. They’re nothing more than emotion and simple desire.
“I’m as old as I fucking wanna be, you bitch!”
*He looks about 15 or 16. You could make his body younger, but you can tell it’ll do nothing to his mind or his powers; not with what he truly is — something old and timeless, unaffected by the state of his body.
*If anything, taking away his ability to communicate would only serve to piss him off more, make him force more of his magic.
Or I can handle it myself! Don't worry, they'll be fine!
*He is just glad the Unversed have such easy threads to manipulate. Making the things see Uranium as something like Vanitas is so so easy. Too easy. Adorable!*
*He snickers. As old as you want to be?*
We'll see about that. Hold still.
*He says the last part as if you have a choice — as if he isn't holding your threads to keep you still.*
Hmm... Not too young.... Four? No...
*He starts to mess with your threads again, lowering your age, reversing the effects of physical aging. You begin to shrink, still held still.*
*By the time he finishes his work on your physical age, you are six or so.*
There you go, little one.
*The Unversed wander off when you change the thread, which pisses Vanitas off only further. No matter how much he demands through the thread that they attack you, they simply ignore you. One even comes up, seemingly asking for you to pet it.
*The pain grows as his body shrinks, until he’s not that much taller than his Keyblade. He knows this as a fact without having to summon it.
“What the fuck?! Change me back, you fucking bastard!”
*He snorts, but he does reach out to pet the unversed that comes to see him. What strange creatures. Excellent guard dogs. He should steal some.*
I'm helping! You want to be fully detached from the people. They'll never recognize you now!
*He isn't helping. He's just bored.*
*He leans in, examining you.*
How do you feel? Usually, I erase memories after this... should I take yours?
*It can’t exactly feel happy, but it seems to like being pet.
“I said I wanted you to fix it, you dumbass! Fix what got fucked up! Make us connected again!”
*He bristles at the thought, more Unversed spawning from the ground. They start attacking things — trees, plants, anything nearby — but stay away from you and Vanitas. This fact makes him more pissed.
“You leave my memories alone, you fucking little bitchass cunt!”
*He very much will hold a grudge if you listen, you can tell just by looking at him.
*He continues petting the Unversed, perhaps he can take this ome home.*
Oh. Right. Silly me. Let me fix the connection then.
*He gives a mocking gasp.*
What language from such a young child! Whatever will I do?
Hmm... We can fix the potty mouth you have.
What do you think? Should I fix your connection first or your foul mouth?
“I’m fucking older than you, bitchass! I’m older than time itself!”
*And you know he’s right. His core threads, defining what he is, they’re ancient. He may not seem it or act it, but he is.
“Fix the connection. Now.”
*The Unversed you’re petting is born from loneliness, the feeling of the connection he’d come to rely on that’s suddenly gone.
*He just laughs. You're not scary like this. Whatever you used to be you lost.*
I don't think so. I think you need some time to live as your own person, little lolian.
*Instead of what you asked him to do, Uranium happily starts messing with your other threads, working to remove your ability to curse. Such a small being doesn't need such a foul mouth, even if it is funny. He's just helping you! Truly!*
*He hums as he works, petting the unversed with one hand.*
Have you ever considered therapy?
“I don’t want to live my own person, I’m not a fucking person you little asshole bastar-“
*He can’t help a cry of pain as his tongue burns. Oh how you’d be dead where you stand, if he could move.
*Even as a child, even being lolian and unable to curse, his glare is full with hatred and murder. More Unversed ride from the ground around him, the one you’re petting looks back at Vanitas with a sad whine.
*It looks up at you, then sadly trods back to him, already missing the kind affection. You can’t tell if Vanitas hears your question, but he certainly doesn’t respond. His anger and rage fills his body, making his short form tremble as he glares at you, bloodred eyes boring into you.
You are, though!
*He laughs at you, your pain truly amusing.*
I wouldn't curse if I was you, it'll not be worth it.
Now I think it's time to get you home, don't you?
“I don’t have a home, you dumba- augh!”
*It makes his tongue burn, he despises it! The pain is blinding, like his entire mouth is on fire.
*It only makes him hate you more.
To my home, you silly little lolian.
*He pulls you with him by the threads, making you float as he does.*
Perhaps we can get you a bath too.
“I’m not- I don’t need a bath! Let go!”
*He tries to struggle, he does his damn best, but this stupid body won’t listen to him!
*He hates you. He despises you. The second he can move again, he’s going to rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
It's just manners to bathe.
*He laughs as he walks along, perhaps after he secures you in your room he can go visit his little pet to play.*
What color do you want your blankets? Red?
“No! I don’t need blankets I won’t be staying!”
*He’d love his blankets to remind him of Ven. He doesn’t even know what part, though, considering it’s blankets and the Prince is not a blanket.
You will be, actually. It's chilly in your room, you'll want blankets.
If you won't tell me you'll be stuck with what I have which is a lot of purple.
*He continues on his way.*
*He goes to speak, but clearly it was a cuss given how he bites back what’s probably another swear.
“…Make it a bluish kind of green.”
*He hates this. He hates you. He’s still going to tear you apart as soon as he gets the barest inkling of a chance! Even if he has a new blanket.
I can do that. Thank your for cooperating.
Are you allergic to anything?
“How in the Master’s tits should I know?”
*He hates you. He hates you so damn bad. He hates how his stomach growls at the mention of food. When was the last time he ate something?
*More unversed spawn, following along. Vanitas gets an idea.
*One of them bites his leg, hard, pulling back, trying to keep Uranium from making him follow.
Well I don't want to hurt you through food.
*Uranium just laughs, how pathetically adorable! He grabs the threads of the unversed, pulling them along with you.*
That was a very, very nice try little one. Very creative.
*It tries to pull him back, its teeth digging into his leg and making him bleed. Blood drips down its jaw, but Vanitas’s pain only fuels it more.
“Put me the fffff*uck* down!”
*God that makes his tongue burn! He hates it, he hates it so hard!
No. Then you'll run away. Children can't be left unattended. And since I made you a child it's almost like I'm your parent.
*That thought makes his skin crawl. He knows what a parent is, and he knows you are NOT one.
*He hates you! He hates you so utterly completely bad; he’s completely going to tear you limb from limb.
“I’m not a child! I’ve lived for centuries longer than you!!”
Have you? Because you're throwing a rather petulant hissy fit. You sure do act like a child, Vanitas.
*He sounds so smug. You can see a house with an orchard come into view and you pass through some rather nasty wards.*
Welcoming home, little lolian.
*He gives a growl, at both the words and the wards.
“Of course I’m throwing a g-“
“You’re literally kidnapping me!”
*He hates the cursing thing! He hates it so much! He loves being able to say fuck out loud!
“Fix the swear thing.”
I'm taking you to a safe place to rest but sure you can call it what you want.
*He laughs at the last bit.*
Not a fucking chance, Vanitas.
*He brings you into the house, and down to the basement where there are too many rooms.*
Hmm... perhaps next to little fairy.
“Even Im not an idiot; I’m being taken against my will, that’s a f- that’s a god- I HATE YOU!”
*He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he ended up just screaming instead.
“Fix it!”
*He hardly pays attention to the rooms, trying to get his body to listen to him and move.
*He laughs again.*
You sound just like my little monster, such a bad daughter but adorably defiant. I fixed her too.
For now we'll give you time to get your feelings out.
*He opens a door, and brings you through it. You pass through another ward — this one will trap you. Yay.*
No. You'll get used to it, little lolian. Now, blueish green blankets right?
*The thought sends involuntary shivers down his spine.
*He finds that’s a weird feeling, and he does not like it.
“I don’t need- that’s not-“
“Yeah, at least give me my da- my fuc-“
*This inability to speak only pisses him off more.
“I WANT MY CAT!”
*He nods, waving a hand and a blueish green set of bedding appears on the mattress, already made up.*
Your cat?
Hm... I can see about that. What cat is it?
*He can let you have your pet, he has all of his.*
“Wrong. Greener.”
“The weird robot thing you fu-“
*He growls in annoyance at the fucking pain.
“The thing you took away! I want it back.”
*He’s not going to tell you why, but that’s what it is, his ‘cat’.
Hmm... okay.
*He changes the color of the bedding to be greener, but it still is a little off.*
... I have to find it first but I'll see what I can do. Strange cat to have...
*He lets go of your threads, letting you move, but the wards on the house will stop you from hurting him by making sure you hurt worse.*
“Eugh, no. Now it needs to be more blue. A little bit, though, not a lot.”
“Yeah well it’s mine, and you’re not gonna keep it from me! You’re the one who threw it, so you gotta go find it!
*He doesn’t know what this magic is, but.. He’s sure he could figure this out.
*Yeah. Yeah, this is easy shit! They remembers handling magic like this, way back when, they remembers the one so ‘evil’ and so ‘unkind’ that it made an entirely new form of magic. That it gave them the sentience they needed to be what they is now. They remembers having to handle that being, so alive and so feeling and so raw and new. They remembers shedding their human forms, their bodies, to become One. A shared mind. A single thought.
*They remembers
*He
*remembers .
*Wait. What’s going on again? He got lost in memories of time long ago.
A little more blue? Picky but sure.
*He makes it a tinge more blue, but is still off again.*
I can try to find it. No promises. I can always make you a new one.
*He has no idea what your mind is going on about. He raises a brow.*
Are you well?
*As you're walking through the woods, you come across the sound of someone talking to themselves. Investigating, you find a girl with wolf ears and tail sitting in a small clearing. She doesn't seem to notice you.*
No, that's not...right. How does fae do this?
*She asks herself, holding up a bottle filled with a white liquid.*
Not even close to wine, ugh. This is why animals are easier, at least then I can see their threads.
Just keep practicing, I'll get it eventually...later.
*She places the bottle to the side, pulling what looked to be a small rodent into her lap. Its form begins to change, though there's no clear end goal to what she's doing.*
@heroineofthewild
*He watches for... a lot longer than is polite. What a strange creature! You have little bug's magic all over you... hmmm...*
You're thinking too hard, over complicating it makes it harder to accomplish you know.
*How strange. Maybe you just need help.*
Who taught you this anyway?
*She jumps hearing you speak. She looks in your direction. Now that you can properly see her face, you can see she has a long scar over her cloudy left eye — she must be blind in that eye.*
Where did you come from? Who are you?
*Your magic is...similar, to that of the pink cloud god she met. But there's also something...off about you as well.*
Um...my friend, Evil Fairy, did...
*Around her neck is a purple, leather collar, a bit fancy for someone like her, with a tag attached to it.*
I came from my home, obviously.
I'm a friend.
*He's the better version of the cloud ... thing you met.*
Little bug! Oh he's very cute when he tries to do thread magic, he's still learning too!
You rush through it, that's the problem with your attempts.
... Why do you have a collar?
*Should he make collars? His little pets would look good with collars.*
*She huffs at your answer.*
Smartass...
*Her ears twitch when you refer to Puck as that. How weird that you call him that, she's not sure she likes it.*
You know him? Then...I guess you're a friend.
Well...no, I can do it just fine.
*She's a bit offended you'd even suggest that.*
I can't see the threads of inanimate objects, only living beings. Like yours I can see just fine.
*She's not even touching you as she says that.*
Mm, Evil Fairy made me the collar, because I'm fae's puppy.
*She points to the ears on her head, as if to say "duh".*
Of course I know fae.
So? I can see your threads too. I can see all of the threads here, starting with the trees.
You think too much about this.
*Hm... He should give little rabbit ears. Yes. Bunny ears.*
I hope he's kind to you. Pets are very cute. You should meet little rabbit.
*Something about him is off. There is no warmth or ... positive emotion in him. Even his soft tone is a chilling facsimile.*
Mm, Evil Fairy says most people have to be touching an object or person to see their threads.
I think too much about a lot of things, it's why I became friends with faer. Don't have to think when I'm with him.
*She shifts a little, a bit uncomfortable. You're definitely not the same Green she met a few months ago. Did something happen?*
Fae is very kind to me, and I'm happy to be his puppy. Who's little rabbit?
Most people, but they simply unpracticed. You'll get better with time. I did.
Of course. Puppies don't want to think anyway, I'm sure he helps you there.
*He... takes this in stride. How cute! Pets are always more adorable when they accept their status.*
Little Rabbit is so cute! He's my little brother. Very well trained.
I can already see threads without needing to touch living beings, so playing with an animal's threads is no issue for me. I managed to make a whole doll out of dirt, but I'm struggling just to make the wine fae likes to give me.
*She nods in agreement. It's easy to not think with Puck. And when she does, it's not complicated shit like the whole ordeal with Demise.*
You have a little brother? What's his name?
*She can't recall whether Green told her he had a brother. Her memories from just after the Calamity are a bit fuzzy. She just remembers that she met Green, and the feel of his magic, akin to hers but also more — probably due to him being a god.*
That's fair... Can you tell me about the wine? Maybe I can help?
*If you're little bug's puppy, and little bug belongs to him... then you belong to Uranium too!*
Little Rabbit of course! I don't usually give out true names, dangerous and all. I take good care of him.
I mean...it's wine? I don't know much about it. Evil Fairy makes it for me and I just drink it because it's good and makes me feel warm and my head fuzzy, which helps with not thinking.
Which is why I'm trying to make it! Too many thoughts today, and I want to surprise faer with the wine I make!
*She nods in understanding.*
That's fair, though it'd be silly if I have already met him!
*She looks back at what used to be a squirrel as her tail wags, thinking something happy.*
The first Legend I met, his name's Red, though I call him Mr. Legend. He gave me apple pie, it was really good. It's not often I got to have sweets during the time I met him.
Sounds nice for a puppy then.
Maybe he'll reward you for learning! Independent pets can be so interesting.
*He tilts his head.*
Ah — Red. Poor, misguided Red. He's very sweet though. Very much a rabbit. How lucky you met him!
*She perks up a bit at the idea of being rewarded for learning.*
Evil Fairy likes it when I learn something new! Faer is always so proud of me! I made him a doll as my first inanimate object. I made a small dragon out of a squirrel, too.
I also learned how to use my natural goddess powers along with thread magic to heal my wounds without leaving scars. Fae was really happy about that one!
*She looks at you confused.*
What do you mean "misguided"?
Aw! You're actually such a good puppy I bet he loves that!
Oh? How did you learn that?
*He smiles sharply.*
Red is too heroic for his own health.
*She nods, her tail wagging happily.*
He gives me wine and tarts when I'm good.
I'm...not really sure? While focusing on healing, I also just...focus on remaking the skin and anything else I need to with thread magic.
*She hums, nodding slowly in understanding.*
I know most Heroes are. I lost part of my memories because of my Hero thing. Hyrule's safe, at least, and I'm slowly remembering things.
How sweet! He must love you then!
That makes sense. Have you tried listening to the threads?
*He just smiles.*
I see. What do heroics accomplish anyway? Gannon always comes back. Really, you could just not bother and save some effort.
Mhm! I love him, too. As a friend, of course, I have two boyfriends.
Listening? What do you mean?
*She frowns, tilting her head.*
Well…I didn't want to die. I didn't want anyone to die. I was supposed to die, but I went against the rules. And I think that's a good thing, because now I'm here to be Evil Fairy's puppy!
*She smiles at the end.*
Of course! How lovely! Little Bug really is very sweet.
The threads whisper! If you listen they help you!
*He just shrugs. Heroes are so adorable and misguided. So easy to predict!*
You do make a very nice puppy. It's like that's what you were meant to be! It's impressive! Honestly your ears and tail almost look natural!
May I pet your ears?
*He's trying to be nice, mostly, Maybe you can convince Little Bug to be his friend. If not he can always change you himself!*
Oh...well...I'm still new to this, so I'm still learning. I'll try to listen though.
*She's not quite sure what you're talking about. She's never heard anything when using thread magic. Maybe she's not paying attention or listening hard enough.*
*Her tail wags at your statement - she likes being a puppy. She was made to be Puck's puppy, and only his.*
*She pauses at your question, thinking about it for a moment.*
I...guess. So long as you're gentle, my ears are sensitive.
I can teach you if you want! It's really easy once you learn, little bug just didn't learn.
*he smiles. You're pathetic and sweet and he is so doing this to his pets himself. Hmmm little rabbit and little pet with bunny ears would be so cute!*
I'll be careful.
*He will, for once. This time. He's also actively watching your threads as he reaches out to pet your ears. His hands are cold — he is actively fighting the urge to cause harm. Much more fun to make you trust him.*
Soft...
I...guess you can, if it'll help me be better at this.
*Her ear twitches at the touch of your hand. It's cold, different from Puck's touch. She's not sure she likes it.*
Mhm, my tail is soft, too, and very fluffy. But I don't like when people grab it, can't wag my tail properly when that happens and it's uncomfortable.
It will! Don't worry!
*He smiles sharper. How lovely, perhaps that can be an effective correcting tool! Or punishment. Who cares?*
That is a shame, but I'm sure you're too good a puppy to have anyone grab it.
Now, can you see the threads when others move them?
I've only been a bad puppy...twice, but Evil Fairy wasn't as mad the second time.
Mhm, it's interesting to watch when Evil Fairy messes with little critters. I kind of feel bad for the little guys, but I think it's better than doing it on a person who'd be permanently affected by it. An animal can be killed to put it out of its misery and no one will blink an eye.
Well that's a great track record then! Afterall if you're bad too many times some owners would get rid of you. Not little bug, fae would never, but some people would.
*He laughs.*
You can always turn a person into a creature first!
Alright if you can see, then watch me move thre threads and see if you can hear them if you aren't focused on moving them yourself.
*His magic reaches out, grabbing the threads of a nearby tree. He doesn't touch it — he never needs to.*
*She shrinks a little. She doesn't want fae to get rid of her, even if you say he wouldn't, but she still worries. Her father got rid of her, who's to say fae wouldn't? She should make sure she's a very good puppy for Puck, so he'll want to keep her.*
I...wouldn't want to do that either...
*She doesn't want to hurt a person with this regardless...*
*She tilts her head, her ears twitching as she senses your magic moving. Her eyes trail to the tree your magic reaches to, blinking as the thread of the tree react. She's so used to ignoring the plant life around her, she never realized she could see their threads.*
*Uranium just smiles, pleased with his work. What a pathetic little pup. Adorable. No wonder little bug likes you!*
I know. That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
*The plants threads are alive like the other living things, they thrusts with magic, whispering just under that thrum. Uranium does something to make the whispers louder, twisting the threads as he turns the tree he works on a bright lime color.he moves the threads the way they whisper, slow and precise. His work is neat — clinical and difficult to undo.*
There... did you hear any of that?
*She tries to hear what you're wanting her to hear, but she doesn't...hear much of anything. What she hears is muffled and doesn't make any sense to her.*
*She shakes her head.*
Not...really, sorry. I'm trying, I promise.
I'm sure you are, I will not hold you to a higher standard than I do my little pet. We can try again, but I have learned only a select few can hear threads.
*He's just special. He knows this.*
*It makes her feel a bit better that it's not normal to hear the threads. She nods at trying again.*
I know I can hear something, but I can't make it out at all. It's just muffled gibberish to me.
*Perhaps if this were truly Green he could teach her, but Uranium likes being special and isn't about to put in much effort.*
Thats okay. Still better than some.
Here, try again.
*He uses a small bird nearby this time, changing it into a mouse with precision and flair because he is a show off.*
Any clearer?
*Twig watches as you change the bird in a mouse, a bit surprised by how easily you were able to do it without even touching it. Guess you're special like her. Still though, the threads are just muffled nonsense.*
*She shakes her head.*
No, I apologize. It's still the same as before.
*He just smiles.*
That's okay.
I don't know how to teach you unfortunately... maybe you can practice. Maybe you could try telling them instead.
Telling them?
*She tilts her head in confusion, looking at you.*
Yes.
You simply tell them what to do. Easy.
*She frowns.*
That...doesn't really tell me anything. I'm starting to think you're just fucking with me.
*She goes back to the creature in her hands, messing with its threads.*
It's kind of annoying to be jerked around like I'm stupid.
*He rolls his eyes.*
I'm not.
I'll show you!
*He grabs your threads quickly, using them to freeze you in place.*
I'm going to make you a cuter puppy.
*Her eyes widen as she feels you grab her threads - it feels different from when Puck did it, it feels wrong - looking over at you.*
H-Hey, what are you doing?! Release me!
I'm showing you. Also, I'm making you a cuter puppy!
*He starts working on your threads, precise and vicious as he uses them to give you pads on your feet and palms and the tips of your fingers and toes — mimicking the paw pads of dogs.*
*He hums happily, fully focusing on his work.*
All puppies need paw pads.
*It's uncomfortable, bordering on painful, feeling you mess with her threads. The physical changes, the paw pads, feel uncomfortable under her gear. She hates it.*
Stop! It's uncomfortable! I don't like it!
Oh calm down, you aren't hurt. Just breathe.
*He continues his work and if nothing else he is efficient — and isn't that a thing to fear? How easily he does this? How many times has he dome similar things?*
*He smiles when he finishes, still holding your threads.*
There. See?
I told the threads to do something and they did.
J-Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean I have to like it, you asshole!
*She doesn't like it, watching you change her threads without her permission. And why is it so uncomfortable? It isn't uncomfortable when she or Puck change them.*
I don't care what you did! Change them back!
So lively!
*He laughs, cold and vicious and nothing like Green.*
No.
I don't want to.
I should get going but it was great to meet you.
*She grits her teeth.*
Bastard, who do you think you are? Because you sure as hell ain't Green.
Fix what you did, I swear to Hylia. I didn't give you permission to touch or mess with my threads!
*He laughs again.*
No, I'm not. Congratulations. I've started calling myself Uranium.
I'm not doing that. I didn't ask because I don't care.
Have an evil day.
*He still hasn't let go of your threads.*
You bitch, fucking fight me!
You imply you're all so great with thread magic, yet all you did was give me paw pads? It's so fucking basic that I could do that.
You can't be that great if that's all you could come up with.
If you wanted a better demonstration you could have asked!
*Anger fuels his next actions, his grip on your threads tightens. Fine. What should he do? Doll? No, not original... oh! That will do!*
*He starts humming again, working on your threads so he can turn you into a... Frankenstein's monster of sorts, giving you the body of a fox and the head of a pudgeoj all while keep your tail, paw pads, and wolf ears.*
*She gasps as your grip on her threads tightens. She said to fight her! Not... Not this!*
S-Stop! Stop, it hurts!
*She cries out as you mess with her threads. Now it's actually painful, instead of just uncomfortable like with the paw pads. It's not fair, she can't do anything!*
And?
*He seems unphased by your pain. You wanted to be shown something powerful? Well now look at you, a mess of animals.*
*He finishes his work with a smile, finally letting go of your threads.*
There. Now you learned something.
*She gasps in pain, tears welling her eyes. Sadistic bastard.*
You didn't...teach me shit... The first thing I made was a mess of different animals that I created from a squirrel. This isn't special.
*She backs away, very uncomfortable in her new form. She keeps looking over her threads, noting which ones you messed with. Puck won't be happy about this, not at all.*
*He scoffs but that sentence ulsetz him more.*
Next time I see you we'll see about something special. Maybe we'll turn you into a child.
So you're a pussy, got it...
*She mutters, sniffling. She hates this. It hurts, her entire being hurts, and it's not fun. Puck was at least gentle about it...*
That's enough. You are a bad puppy!
*He takes ahold of your threads again, rage course through him. Fine you want to piss him off? Great.*
*He starts working on your threads again, this time he's working to give you chronic migraines triggered by thread magic. See how you like that. It wonton stop you from using thread magic but until you get this undone it's going to be awful to use.*
*She tenses at being called a bad puppy, whining as her ears press against her head. She doesn't like being called a bad puppy.*
*She gasps, letting out a broken sob as you mess with her threads again. It hurts, it hurts when you touch her threads. She wants you to stop!*
Stop! Stop stop stop please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being a bad puppy.
*She sobs.*
*He ignores you until he finishes his work, humming the whole time. After a moment he's done and lets go of your threads again.*
Tell Little bug to train you better.
*As you're walking through the woods, you come across the sound of someone talking to themselves. Investigating, you find a girl with wolf ears and tail sitting in a small clearing. She doesn't seem to notice you.*
No, that's not...right. How does fae do this?
*She asks herself, holding up a bottle filled with a white liquid.*
Not even close to wine, ugh. This is why animals are easier, at least then I can see their threads.
Just keep practicing, I'll get it eventually...later.
*She places the bottle to the side, pulling what looked to be a small rodent into her lap. Its form begins to change, though there's no clear end goal to what she's doing.*
@heroineofthewild
*He watches for... a lot longer than is polite. What a strange creature! You have little bug's magic all over you... hmmm...*
You're thinking too hard, over complicating it makes it harder to accomplish you know.
*How strange. Maybe you just need help.*
Who taught you this anyway?
*She jumps hearing you speak. She looks in your direction. Now that you can properly see her face, you can see she has a long scar over her cloudy left eye — she must be blind in that eye.*
Where did you come from? Who are you?
*Your magic is...similar, to that of the pink cloud god she met. But there's also something...off about you as well.*
Um...my friend, Evil Fairy, did...
*Around her neck is a purple, leather collar, a bit fancy for someone like her, with a tag attached to it.*
I came from my home, obviously.
I'm a friend.
*He's the better version of the cloud ... thing you met.*
Little bug! Oh he's very cute when he tries to do thread magic, he's still learning too!
You rush through it, that's the problem with your attempts.
... Why do you have a collar?
*Should he make collars? His little pets would look good with collars.*
*She huffs at your answer.*
Smartass...
*Her ears twitch when you refer to Puck as that. How weird that you call him that, she's not sure she likes it.*
You know him? Then...I guess you're a friend.
Well...no, I can do it just fine.
*She's a bit offended you'd even suggest that.*
I can't see the threads of inanimate objects, only living beings. Like yours I can see just fine.
*She's not even touching you as she says that.*
Mm, Evil Fairy made me the collar, because I'm fae's puppy.
*She points to the ears on her head, as if to say "duh".*
Of course I know fae.
So? I can see your threads too. I can see all of the threads here, starting with the trees.
You think too much about this.
*Hm... He should give little rabbit ears. Yes. Bunny ears.*
I hope he's kind to you. Pets are very cute. You should meet little rabbit.
*Something about him is off. There is no warmth or ... positive emotion in him. Even his soft tone is a chilling facsimile.*
Mm, Evil Fairy says most people have to be touching an object or person to see their threads.
I think too much about a lot of things, it's why I became friends with faer. Don't have to think when I'm with him.
*She shifts a little, a bit uncomfortable. You're definitely not the same Green she met a few months ago. Did something happen?*
Fae is very kind to me, and I'm happy to be his puppy. Who's little rabbit?
Most people, but they simply unpracticed. You'll get better with time. I did.
Of course. Puppies don't want to think anyway, I'm sure he helps you there.
*He... takes this in stride. How cute! Pets are always more adorable when they accept their status.*
Little Rabbit is so cute! He's my little brother. Very well trained.
I can already see threads without needing to touch living beings, so playing with an animal's threads is no issue for me. I managed to make a whole doll out of dirt, but I'm struggling just to make the wine fae likes to give me.
*She nods in agreement. It's easy to not think with Puck. And when she does, it's not complicated shit like the whole ordeal with Demise.*
You have a little brother? What's his name?
*She can't recall whether Green told her he had a brother. Her memories from just after the Calamity are a bit fuzzy. She just remembers that she met Green, and the feel of his magic, akin to hers but also more — probably due to him being a god.*
That's fair... Can you tell me about the wine? Maybe I can help?
*If you're little bug's puppy, and little bug belongs to him... then you belong to Uranium too!*
Little Rabbit of course! I don't usually give out true names, dangerous and all. I take good care of him.
I mean...it's wine? I don't know much about it. Evil Fairy makes it for me and I just drink it because it's good and makes me feel warm and my head fuzzy, which helps with not thinking.
Which is why I'm trying to make it! Too many thoughts today, and I want to surprise faer with the wine I make!
*She nods in understanding.*
That's fair, though it'd be silly if I have already met him!
*She looks back at what used to be a squirrel as her tail wags, thinking something happy.*
The first Legend I met, his name's Red, though I call him Mr. Legend. He gave me apple pie, it was really good. It's not often I got to have sweets during the time I met him.
Sounds nice for a puppy then.
Maybe he'll reward you for learning! Independent pets can be so interesting.
*He tilts his head.*
Ah — Red. Poor, misguided Red. He's very sweet though. Very much a rabbit. How lucky you met him!
*She perks up a bit at the idea of being rewarded for learning.*
Evil Fairy likes it when I learn something new! Faer is always so proud of me! I made him a doll as my first inanimate object. I made a small dragon out of a squirrel, too.
I also learned how to use my natural goddess powers along with thread magic to heal my wounds without leaving scars. Fae was really happy about that one!
*She looks at you confused.*
What do you mean "misguided"?
Aw! You're actually such a good puppy I bet he loves that!
Oh? How did you learn that?
*He smiles sharply.*
Red is too heroic for his own health.
*She nods, her tail wagging happily.*
He gives me wine and tarts when I'm good.
I'm...not really sure? While focusing on healing, I also just...focus on remaking the skin and anything else I need to with thread magic.
*She hums, nodding slowly in understanding.*
I know most Heroes are. I lost part of my memories because of my Hero thing. Hyrule's safe, at least, and I'm slowly remembering things.
How sweet! He must love you then!
That makes sense. Have you tried listening to the threads?
*He just smiles.*
I see. What do heroics accomplish anyway? Gannon always comes back. Really, you could just not bother and save some effort.
Mhm! I love him, too. As a friend, of course, I have two boyfriends.
Listening? What do you mean?
*She frowns, tilting her head.*
Well…I didn't want to die. I didn't want anyone to die. I was supposed to die, but I went against the rules. And I think that's a good thing, because now I'm here to be Evil Fairy's puppy!
*She smiles at the end.*
Of course! How lovely! Little Bug really is very sweet.
The threads whisper! If you listen they help you!
*He just shrugs. Heroes are so adorable and misguided. So easy to predict!*
You do make a very nice puppy. It's like that's what you were meant to be! It's impressive! Honestly your ears and tail almost look natural!
May I pet your ears?
*He's trying to be nice, mostly, Maybe you can convince Little Bug to be his friend. If not he can always change you himself!*
Oh...well...I'm still new to this, so I'm still learning. I'll try to listen though.
*She's not quite sure what you're talking about. She's never heard anything when using thread magic. Maybe she's not paying attention or listening hard enough.*
*Her tail wags at your statement - she likes being a puppy. She was made to be Puck's puppy, and only his.*
*She pauses at your question, thinking about it for a moment.*
I...guess. So long as you're gentle, my ears are sensitive.
I can teach you if you want! It's really easy once you learn, little bug just didn't learn.
*he smiles. You're pathetic and sweet and he is so doing this to his pets himself. Hmmm little rabbit and little pet with bunny ears would be so cute!*
I'll be careful.
*He will, for once. This time. He's also actively watching your threads as he reaches out to pet your ears. His hands are cold — he is actively fighting the urge to cause harm. Much more fun to make you trust him.*
Soft...
I...guess you can, if it'll help me be better at this.
*Her ear twitches at the touch of your hand. It's cold, different from Puck's touch. She's not sure she likes it.*
Mhm, my tail is soft, too, and very fluffy. But I don't like when people grab it, can't wag my tail properly when that happens and it's uncomfortable.
It will! Don't worry!
*He smiles sharper. How lovely, perhaps that can be an effective correcting tool! Or punishment. Who cares?*
That is a shame, but I'm sure you're too good a puppy to have anyone grab it.
Now, can you see the threads when others move them?
I've only been a bad puppy...twice, but Evil Fairy wasn't as mad the second time.
Mhm, it's interesting to watch when Evil Fairy messes with little critters. I kind of feel bad for the little guys, but I think it's better than doing it on a person who'd be permanently affected by it. An animal can be killed to put it out of its misery and no one will blink an eye.
Well that's a great track record then! Afterall if you're bad too many times some owners would get rid of you. Not little bug, fae would never, but some people would.
*He laughs.*
You can always turn a person into a creature first!
Alright if you can see, then watch me move thre threads and see if you can hear them if you aren't focused on moving them yourself.
*His magic reaches out, grabbing the threads of a nearby tree. He doesn't touch it — he never needs to.*
*She shrinks a little. She doesn't want fae to get rid of her, even if you say he wouldn't, but she still worries. Her father got rid of her, who's to say fae wouldn't? She should make sure she's a very good puppy for Puck, so he'll want to keep her.*
I...wouldn't want to do that either...
*She doesn't want to hurt a person with this regardless...*
*She tilts her head, her ears twitching as she senses your magic moving. Her eyes trail to the tree your magic reaches to, blinking as the thread of the tree react. She's so used to ignoring the plant life around her, she never realized she could see their threads.*
*Uranium just smiles, pleased with his work. What a pathetic little pup. Adorable. No wonder little bug likes you!*
I know. That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
*The plants threads are alive like the other living things, they thrusts with magic, whispering just under that thrum. Uranium does something to make the whispers louder, twisting the threads as he turns the tree he works on a bright lime color.he moves the threads the way they whisper, slow and precise. His work is neat — clinical and difficult to undo.*
There... did you hear any of that?
*She tries to hear what you're wanting her to hear, but she doesn't...hear much of anything. What she hears is muffled and doesn't make any sense to her.*
*She shakes her head.*
Not...really, sorry. I'm trying, I promise.
I'm sure you are, I will not hold you to a higher standard than I do my little pet. We can try again, but I have learned only a select few can hear threads.
*He's just special. He knows this.*
*It makes her feel a bit better that it's not normal to hear the threads. She nods at trying again.*
I know I can hear something, but I can't make it out at all. It's just muffled gibberish to me.
*Perhaps if this were truly Green he could teach her, but Uranium likes being special and isn't about to put in much effort.*
Thats okay. Still better than some.
Here, try again.
*He uses a small bird nearby this time, changing it into a mouse with precision and flair because he is a show off.*
Any clearer?
*Twig watches as you change the bird in a mouse, a bit surprised by how easily you were able to do it without even touching it. Guess you're special like her. Still though, the threads are just muffled nonsense.*
*She shakes her head.*
No, I apologize. It's still the same as before.
*He just smiles.*
That's okay.
I don't know how to teach you unfortunately... maybe you can practice. Maybe you could try telling them instead.
Telling them?
*She tilts her head in confusion, looking at you.*
Yes.
You simply tell them what to do. Easy.
*She frowns.*
That...doesn't really tell me anything. I'm starting to think you're just fucking with me.
*She goes back to the creature in her hands, messing with its threads.*
It's kind of annoying to be jerked around like I'm stupid.
*He rolls his eyes.*
I'm not.
I'll show you!
*He grabs your threads quickly, using them to freeze you in place.*
I'm going to make you a cuter puppy.
*Her eyes widen as she feels you grab her threads - it feels different from when Puck did it, it feels wrong - looking over at you.*
H-Hey, what are you doing?! Release me!
I'm showing you. Also, I'm making you a cuter puppy!
*He starts working on your threads, precise and vicious as he uses them to give you pads on your feet and palms and the tips of your fingers and toes — mimicking the paw pads of dogs.*
*He hums happily, fully focusing on his work.*
All puppies need paw pads.
*It's uncomfortable, bordering on painful, feeling you mess with her threads. The physical changes, the paw pads, feel uncomfortable under her gear. She hates it.*
Stop! It's uncomfortable! I don't like it!
Oh calm down, you aren't hurt. Just breathe.
*He continues his work and if nothing else he is efficient — and isn't that a thing to fear? How easily he does this? How many times has he dome similar things?*
*He smiles when he finishes, still holding your threads.*
There. See?
I told the threads to do something and they did.
J-Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean I have to like it, you asshole!
*She doesn't like it, watching you change her threads without her permission. And why is it so uncomfortable? It isn't uncomfortable when she or Puck change them.*
I don't care what you did! Change them back!
So lively!
*He laughs, cold and vicious and nothing like Green.*
No.
I don't want to.
I should get going but it was great to meet you.
*She grits her teeth.*
Bastard, who do you think you are? Because you sure as hell ain't Green.
Fix what you did, I swear to Hylia. I didn't give you permission to touch or mess with my threads!
*He laughs again.*
No, I'm not. Congratulations. I've started calling myself Uranium.
I'm not doing that. I didn't ask because I don't care.
Have an evil day.
*He still hasn't let go of your threads.*
You bitch, fucking fight me!
You imply you're all so great with thread magic, yet all you did was give me paw pads? It's so fucking basic that I could do that.
You can't be that great if that's all you could come up with.
If you wanted a better demonstration you could have asked!
*Anger fuels his next actions, his grip on your threads tightens. Fine. What should he do? Doll? No, not original... oh! That will do!*
*He starts humming again, working on your threads so he can turn you into a... Frankenstein's monster of sorts, giving you the body of a fox and the head of a pudgeoj all while keep your tail, paw pads, and wolf ears.*
*She gasps as your grip on her threads tightens. She said to fight her! Not... Not this!*
S-Stop! Stop, it hurts!
*She cries out as you mess with her threads. Now it's actually painful, instead of just uncomfortable like with the paw pads. It's not fair, she can't do anything!*
And?
*He seems unphased by your pain. You wanted to be shown something powerful? Well now look at you, a mess of animals.*
*He finishes his work with a smile, finally letting go of your threads.*
There. Now you learned something.
*She gasps in pain, tears welling her eyes. Sadistic bastard.*
You didn't...teach me shit... The first thing I made was a mess of different animals that I created from a squirrel. This isn't special.
*She backs away, very uncomfortable in her new form. She keeps looking over her threads, noting which ones you messed with. Puck won't be happy about this, not at all.*
*He scoffs but that sentence ulsetz him more.*
Next time I see you we'll see about something special. Maybe we'll turn you into a child.
So you're a pussy, got it...
*She mutters, sniffling. She hates this. It hurts, her entire being hurts, and it's not fun. Puck was at least gentle about it...*
That's enough. You are a bad puppy!
*He takes ahold of your threads again, rage course through him. Fine you want to piss him off? Great.*
*He starts working on your threads again, this time he's working to give you chronic migraines triggered by thread magic. See how you like that. It wonton stop you from using thread magic but until you get this undone it's going to be awful to use.*
*As you're walking through the woods, you come across the sound of someone talking to themselves. Investigating, you find a girl with wolf ears and tail sitting in a small clearing. She doesn't seem to notice you.*
No, that's not...right. How does fae do this?
*She asks herself, holding up a bottle filled with a white liquid.*
Not even close to wine, ugh. This is why animals are easier, at least then I can see their threads.
Just keep practicing, I'll get it eventually...later.
*She places the bottle to the side, pulling what looked to be a small rodent into her lap. Its form begins to change, though there's no clear end goal to what she's doing.*
@heroineofthewild
*He watches for... a lot longer than is polite. What a strange creature! You have little bug's magic all over you... hmmm...*
You're thinking too hard, over complicating it makes it harder to accomplish you know.
*How strange. Maybe you just need help.*
Who taught you this anyway?
*She jumps hearing you speak. She looks in your direction. Now that you can properly see her face, you can see she has a long scar over her cloudy left eye — she must be blind in that eye.*
Where did you come from? Who are you?
*Your magic is...similar, to that of the pink cloud god she met. But there's also something...off about you as well.*
Um...my friend, Evil Fairy, did...
*Around her neck is a purple, leather collar, a bit fancy for someone like her, with a tag attached to it.*
I came from my home, obviously.
I'm a friend.
*He's the better version of the cloud ... thing you met.*
Little bug! Oh he's very cute when he tries to do thread magic, he's still learning too!
You rush through it, that's the problem with your attempts.
... Why do you have a collar?
*Should he make collars? His little pets would look good with collars.*
*She huffs at your answer.*
Smartass...
*Her ears twitch when you refer to Puck as that. How weird that you call him that, she's not sure she likes it.*
You know him? Then...I guess you're a friend.
Well...no, I can do it just fine.
*She's a bit offended you'd even suggest that.*
I can't see the threads of inanimate objects, only living beings. Like yours I can see just fine.
*She's not even touching you as she says that.*
Mm, Evil Fairy made me the collar, because I'm fae's puppy.
*She points to the ears on her head, as if to say "duh".*
Of course I know fae.
So? I can see your threads too. I can see all of the threads here, starting with the trees.
You think too much about this.
*Hm... He should give little rabbit ears. Yes. Bunny ears.*
I hope he's kind to you. Pets are very cute. You should meet little rabbit.
*Something about him is off. There is no warmth or ... positive emotion in him. Even his soft tone is a chilling facsimile.*
Mm, Evil Fairy says most people have to be touching an object or person to see their threads.
I think too much about a lot of things, it's why I became friends with faer. Don't have to think when I'm with him.
*She shifts a little, a bit uncomfortable. You're definitely not the same Green she met a few months ago. Did something happen?*
Fae is very kind to me, and I'm happy to be his puppy. Who's little rabbit?
Most people, but they simply unpracticed. You'll get better with time. I did.
Of course. Puppies don't want to think anyway, I'm sure he helps you there.
*He... takes this in stride. How cute! Pets are always more adorable when they accept their status.*
Little Rabbit is so cute! He's my little brother. Very well trained.
I can already see threads without needing to touch living beings, so playing with an animal's threads is no issue for me. I managed to make a whole doll out of dirt, but I'm struggling just to make the wine fae likes to give me.
*She nods in agreement. It's easy to not think with Puck. And when she does, it's not complicated shit like the whole ordeal with Demise.*
You have a little brother? What's his name?
*She can't recall whether Green told her he had a brother. Her memories from just after the Calamity are a bit fuzzy. She just remembers that she met Green, and the feel of his magic, akin to hers but also more — probably due to him being a god.*
That's fair... Can you tell me about the wine? Maybe I can help?
*If you're little bug's puppy, and little bug belongs to him... then you belong to Uranium too!*
Little Rabbit of course! I don't usually give out true names, dangerous and all. I take good care of him.
I mean...it's wine? I don't know much about it. Evil Fairy makes it for me and I just drink it because it's good and makes me feel warm and my head fuzzy, which helps with not thinking.
Which is why I'm trying to make it! Too many thoughts today, and I want to surprise faer with the wine I make!
*She nods in understanding.*
That's fair, though it'd be silly if I have already met him!
*She looks back at what used to be a squirrel as her tail wags, thinking something happy.*
The first Legend I met, his name's Red, though I call him Mr. Legend. He gave me apple pie, it was really good. It's not often I got to have sweets during the time I met him.
Sounds nice for a puppy then.
Maybe he'll reward you for learning! Independent pets can be so interesting.
*He tilts his head.*
Ah — Red. Poor, misguided Red. He's very sweet though. Very much a rabbit. How lucky you met him!
*She perks up a bit at the idea of being rewarded for learning.*
Evil Fairy likes it when I learn something new! Faer is always so proud of me! I made him a doll as my first inanimate object. I made a small dragon out of a squirrel, too.
I also learned how to use my natural goddess powers along with thread magic to heal my wounds without leaving scars. Fae was really happy about that one!
*She looks at you confused.*
What do you mean "misguided"?
Aw! You're actually such a good puppy I bet he loves that!
Oh? How did you learn that?
*He smiles sharply.*
Red is too heroic for his own health.
*She nods, her tail wagging happily.*
He gives me wine and tarts when I'm good.
I'm...not really sure? While focusing on healing, I also just...focus on remaking the skin and anything else I need to with thread magic.
*She hums, nodding slowly in understanding.*
I know most Heroes are. I lost part of my memories because of my Hero thing. Hyrule's safe, at least, and I'm slowly remembering things.
How sweet! He must love you then!
That makes sense. Have you tried listening to the threads?
*He just smiles.*
I see. What do heroics accomplish anyway? Gannon always comes back. Really, you could just not bother and save some effort.
Mhm! I love him, too. As a friend, of course, I have two boyfriends.
Listening? What do you mean?
*She frowns, tilting her head.*
Well…I didn't want to die. I didn't want anyone to die. I was supposed to die, but I went against the rules. And I think that's a good thing, because now I'm here to be Evil Fairy's puppy!
*She smiles at the end.*
Of course! How lovely! Little Bug really is very sweet.
The threads whisper! If you listen they help you!
*He just shrugs. Heroes are so adorable and misguided. So easy to predict!*
You do make a very nice puppy. It's like that's what you were meant to be! It's impressive! Honestly your ears and tail almost look natural!
May I pet your ears?
*He's trying to be nice, mostly, Maybe you can convince Little Bug to be his friend. If not he can always change you himself!*
Oh...well...I'm still new to this, so I'm still learning. I'll try to listen though.
*She's not quite sure what you're talking about. She's never heard anything when using thread magic. Maybe she's not paying attention or listening hard enough.*
*Her tail wags at your statement - she likes being a puppy. She was made to be Puck's puppy, and only his.*
*She pauses at your question, thinking about it for a moment.*
I...guess. So long as you're gentle, my ears are sensitive.
I can teach you if you want! It's really easy once you learn, little bug just didn't learn.
*he smiles. You're pathetic and sweet and he is so doing this to his pets himself. Hmmm little rabbit and little pet with bunny ears would be so cute!*
I'll be careful.
*He will, for once. This time. He's also actively watching your threads as he reaches out to pet your ears. His hands are cold — he is actively fighting the urge to cause harm. Much more fun to make you trust him.*
Soft...
I...guess you can, if it'll help me be better at this.
*Her ear twitches at the touch of your hand. It's cold, different from Puck's touch. She's not sure she likes it.*
Mhm, my tail is soft, too, and very fluffy. But I don't like when people grab it, can't wag my tail properly when that happens and it's uncomfortable.
It will! Don't worry!
*He smiles sharper. How lovely, perhaps that can be an effective correcting tool! Or punishment. Who cares?*
That is a shame, but I'm sure you're too good a puppy to have anyone grab it.
Now, can you see the threads when others move them?
I've only been a bad puppy...twice, but Evil Fairy wasn't as mad the second time.
Mhm, it's interesting to watch when Evil Fairy messes with little critters. I kind of feel bad for the little guys, but I think it's better than doing it on a person who'd be permanently affected by it. An animal can be killed to put it out of its misery and no one will blink an eye.
Well that's a great track record then! Afterall if you're bad too many times some owners would get rid of you. Not little bug, fae would never, but some people would.
*He laughs.*
You can always turn a person into a creature first!
Alright if you can see, then watch me move thre threads and see if you can hear them if you aren't focused on moving them yourself.
*His magic reaches out, grabbing the threads of a nearby tree. He doesn't touch it — he never needs to.*
*She shrinks a little. She doesn't want fae to get rid of her, even if you say he wouldn't, but she still worries. Her father got rid of her, who's to say fae wouldn't? She should make sure she's a very good puppy for Puck, so he'll want to keep her.*
I...wouldn't want to do that either...
*She doesn't want to hurt a person with this regardless...*
*She tilts her head, her ears twitching as she senses your magic moving. Her eyes trail to the tree your magic reaches to, blinking as the thread of the tree react. She's so used to ignoring the plant life around her, she never realized she could see their threads.*
*Uranium just smiles, pleased with his work. What a pathetic little pup. Adorable. No wonder little bug likes you!*
I know. That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
*The plants threads are alive like the other living things, they thrusts with magic, whispering just under that thrum. Uranium does something to make the whispers louder, twisting the threads as he turns the tree he works on a bright lime color.he moves the threads the way they whisper, slow and precise. His work is neat — clinical and difficult to undo.*
There... did you hear any of that?
*She tries to hear what you're wanting her to hear, but she doesn't...hear much of anything. What she hears is muffled and doesn't make any sense to her.*
*She shakes her head.*
Not...really, sorry. I'm trying, I promise.
I'm sure you are, I will not hold you to a higher standard than I do my little pet. We can try again, but I have learned only a select few can hear threads.
*He's just special. He knows this.*
*It makes her feel a bit better that it's not normal to hear the threads. She nods at trying again.*
I know I can hear something, but I can't make it out at all. It's just muffled gibberish to me.
*Perhaps if this were truly Green he could teach her, but Uranium likes being special and isn't about to put in much effort.*
Thats okay. Still better than some.
Here, try again.
*He uses a small bird nearby this time, changing it into a mouse with precision and flair because he is a show off.*
Any clearer?
*Twig watches as you change the bird in a mouse, a bit surprised by how easily you were able to do it without even touching it. Guess you're special like her. Still though, the threads are just muffled nonsense.*
*She shakes her head.*
No, I apologize. It's still the same as before.
*He just smiles.*
That's okay.
I don't know how to teach you unfortunately... maybe you can practice. Maybe you could try telling them instead.
Telling them?
*She tilts her head in confusion, looking at you.*
Yes.
You simply tell them what to do. Easy.
*She frowns.*
That...doesn't really tell me anything. I'm starting to think you're just fucking with me.
*She goes back to the creature in her hands, messing with its threads.*
It's kind of annoying to be jerked around like I'm stupid.
*He rolls his eyes.*
I'm not.
I'll show you!
*He grabs your threads quickly, using them to freeze you in place.*
I'm going to make you a cuter puppy.
*Her eyes widen as she feels you grab her threads - it feels different from when Puck did it, it feels wrong - looking over at you.*
H-Hey, what are you doing?! Release me!
I'm showing you. Also, I'm making you a cuter puppy!
*He starts working on your threads, precise and vicious as he uses them to give you pads on your feet and palms and the tips of your fingers and toes — mimicking the paw pads of dogs.*
*He hums happily, fully focusing on his work.*
All puppies need paw pads.
*It's uncomfortable, bordering on painful, feeling you mess with her threads. The physical changes, the paw pads, feel uncomfortable under her gear. She hates it.*
Stop! It's uncomfortable! I don't like it!
Oh calm down, you aren't hurt. Just breathe.
*He continues his work and if nothing else he is efficient — and isn't that a thing to fear? How easily he does this? How many times has he dome similar things?*
*He smiles when he finishes, still holding your threads.*
There. See?
I told the threads to do something and they did.
J-Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean I have to like it, you asshole!
*She doesn't like it, watching you change her threads without her permission. And why is it so uncomfortable? It isn't uncomfortable when she or Puck change them.*
I don't care what you did! Change them back!
So lively!
*He laughs, cold and vicious and nothing like Green.*
No.
I don't want to.
I should get going but it was great to meet you.
*She grits her teeth.*
Bastard, who do you think you are? Because you sure as hell ain't Green.
Fix what you did, I swear to Hylia. I didn't give you permission to touch or mess with my threads!
*He laughs again.*
No, I'm not. Congratulations. I've started calling myself Uranium.
I'm not doing that. I didn't ask because I don't care.
Have an evil day.
*He still hasn't let go of your threads.*
You bitch, fucking fight me!
You imply you're all so great with thread magic, yet all you did was give me paw pads? It's so fucking basic that I could do that.
You can't be that great if that's all you could come up with.
If you wanted a better demonstration you could have asked!
*Anger fuels his next actions, his grip on your threads tightens. Fine. What should he do? Doll? No, not original... oh! That will do!*
*He starts humming again, working on your threads so he can turn you into a... Frankenstein's monster of sorts, giving you the body of a fox and the head of a pudgeoj all while keep your tail, paw pads, and wolf ears.*
*She gasps as your grip on her threads tightens. She said to fight her! Not... Not this!*
S-Stop! Stop, it hurts!
*She cries out as you mess with her threads. Now it's actually painful, instead of just uncomfortable like with the paw pads. It's not fair, she can't do anything!*
And?
*He seems unphased by your pain. You wanted to be shown something powerful? Well now look at you, a mess of animals.*
*He finishes his work with a smile, finally letting go of your threads.*
There. Now you learned something.
*She gasps in pain, tears welling her eyes. Sadistic bastard.*
You didn't...teach me shit... The first thing I made was a mess of different animals that I created from a squirrel. This isn't special.
*She backs away, very uncomfortable in her new form. She keeps looking over her threads, noting which ones you messed with. Puck won't be happy about this, not at all.*
*He scoffs but that sentence ulsetz him more.*
Next time I see you we'll see about something special. Maybe we'll turn you into a child.
So you're a pussy, got it...
*She mutters, sniffling. She hates this. It hurts, her entire being hurts, and it's not fun. Puck was at least gentle about it...*
That's enough. You are a bad puppy!
*He takes ahold of your threads again, rage course through him. Fine you want to piss him off? Great.*
*He starts working on your threads again, this time he's working to give you chronic migraines triggered by thread magic. See how you like that. It wonton stop you from using thread magic but until you get this undone it's going to be awful to use.*
*Vanitas walk walking, kicking the Unversed out from beneath his feet as he does.
"I told you shitheads, I don't need your fucking help!"
*They don't leave him alone, making angry or concerned sounds.
"He's fine! You know he's fine, we just saw him like ten minutes ago! No, I'm not letting this shit run my life, I don't need him. He's lame and stupid."
@keyblade-wielder-sora
*Uranium turns towards the sound of someone in distress. Prrfect! He loves to meet new people! Lots of new subjects to test on.*
Hello? Is someone there?
“I told you to fuck off!”
*You see a dark blue creature go flying past you. It doesn’t look hurt, but it also doesn’t get up, just giving a sad whine. Its threads say it’s an emotion, specifically that of missing someone deeply.
*Then you see a pale boy with black hair and blood red eyes come into view, glaring at the creature. Multiple more surround him. His eyes turn to you — sharp, annoyed.
“The fuck are you meant to be? You look like a little bitch.”
*The boy’s threads tell you he’s something ancient, even though he looks like a teenager. There’s a broken thread — snapped — that used to be his tie to another person.
*Uranium bites back a smile. You are so clearly preoccupied! Perfect! He fixes his best smile in place.*
*your threads tell on you - and oh that's interesting!*
I'm a hero, obviously. But if you want to be honest, you look like a hungover emo tween.
Are you okay?
“I’m. Fine. I’m not some fucking emo tween, I don’t even know what that means!”
*You could connect the creature’s threads back to him, would probably make them disappear.
*You find a snapped thread — his connection to someone else, now left broken. It’s probably what’s got him so upset.
*You find a thread that you’re not entirely sure about. It’s strong, and it seems to be connecting the boy to something he has on him..Except, he doesn’t have anything you can see. Odd.
*He just laughs, taking in all the threads he can. How strange- he would very much like to study you!*
You do have an attitude! What are you? You aren't hylian.
*Neither is Uranium.*
*The thread reverberates as something shifts like gears and appears in his hand — a long, blunt weapon, that looks like it has gears on it. Explains the gear-like dark effect when he summoned it. He swings it at the creatures that won’t leave him alone, and they disappear with cries of the emotion they’re tied to.
*More appear from the ground. It pisses the boy off, and he finally gives up.
“Does it fucking matter what I am? You’re fucked too. I’m not a Hylian, you’re not a Hylian. I’ll not sayin’ shit till you do, bitch!”
*Clearly he’s testy, and doesn’t want to just give in.
Oh dear, such an attitude! Oh well. I like a challenge!
*He grins viciously.*
I am a improved Hylian, perhaps you are something like a Human?
“Oh fuck no! I’m not some dumb little human, I’m far older and far, far worse than that. I don’t want to be human. I never have been, and I never will be.”
*Despite his denials, while his threads say he wasn’t made as or to be human, he certainly is one now.
“Look, the fuck do you even want from me anyway? I’m pissed off, and-“
*His stomach growls, and his face flushes red in embarrassment. More of those creatures rise from the ground.
What you used to be and what you are is different. I was once a failure with too much hope.
*He continues to examine the threads. Maybe he can turn you into a hylian? A lolian? Lolians are better... Hm...*
Do you need to eat?
“I. Am not. A human.”
*He’s clearly determined about this.
“No, I’m fine.”
*And now he’s straight-up lying. He hasn’t eaten since Ven gave him that soup.
*Ven. He misses the boy. He wonders what he’s doing—
“I do not miss him! Shut up!”
*He yells it at one of the creatures, only seeming to get more pissed off at his own feelings.
*He just hums once. Adorable. Such firm denial! Oh you'd be so fun to pin like an insect when he's done studying you!*
Miss who, not human? Is something wrong?
“My name is Vanitas you asshole, and you’ll fucking use it.”
*He’s so testy.
“Some little fucking asshole used thread magic I’m pretty sure, made me way too attached to Princie boy. I’m already fucking sick of it. You know how to fix it?”
This is the first you've said your name, Vanitas, how was I supposed to know?
*He's absolutely delighted. You're so eager! Oh he can't wait to try new things!*
I should be able to, if you really want that fixed. It's not impossible.
“Maybe try fucking asking? You haven’t told me yours either, dipshit.”
“God yes fix it. I’m sick of this shit already. Fix it! And while you’re at it, put our connection back the way it’s meant to fucking be.”
*He must mean that broken thread.
Right. You are sassy. I'm Uranium but many people call me Green.
*He grins. He has so many ideas! Oh and ypu just gave him permission!*
Okay. I'll fix it.
Do you need anything first?
“I can be much worse than sassy. Why’d you get two nicknames?”
*He’s not stupid; he knows you’re bad. He’s just assuming that you won’t dare fuck with someone ‘better than you’ — thinking that just because he was once Darkness itself, you won’t risk upsetting him.
“Depends on what you mean by need anything.”
*His stomach growls again. He ignores it.
Because I'm simply so loved.
*He can and will fuck with you. He has so many ideas!*
Oh well food or water? Thread magic isn't always the most comfortable. It seems polite to offer!
“I don’t fucking believe that.”
*He thinks about it for a minute. When he speaks, his face is screwed up with annoyance and anger.
“Fine. Sure. Food and water, whatever.”
*He’s so fucking hungry. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was, and it’s not a feeling that he can turn into an Unversed and beat up. He hates that more.
*Polite. He hates people and their fucking politeness. It’s stupid as fuck.
Believe what you like. I don't care.
Food and water? Sure.
*He summons a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water. He can't have you weak! If you're weak then you'll be a terrible lab rat.*
*He holds the food and water out.*
Here. Eat, you'll be better for it.
*He scoffs, taking it.
“You’re a bitch. Just fix this shit and fuck off.”
*Regardless, he eats the sandwich — quicker than you’d expect, he must’ve been real hungry — and downs the water just as fast.
“Fuck, that- that was actually kinda tasty. Where’d you get that?”
Do you feel better after saying that?
*He snorts, but he won't like.*
My husband keeps sandwiches made. He's very good like that. Well trained.
*His voice when he speaks about his husband is... atypical, fond but not exactly stable or soft in tone.*
Do you need anything else before we start?
*He doesn’t pick up on the tone, but gives a hum.
“Maybe I’ll have to find the guy myself. That was good.”
“Nah.”
*He stomps on an Unversed, it gives a pathetic cry. He ignores it.
“Just get this shit over with. I hate being so fucking attached to that loser, at least like this.”
Maybe so.
*He snort.*
Very well.
*He grabs your threads without moving, searching them for answers before he starts his work.*
*He visibly bristles, it hits him so immediately but he reluctantly decides to ignore it. Unversed sprout around him, and he’s quick to bring them down before they can attack you.
*You find that at his core, he’s as old as time itself — no, he’s older. You realize he is everything that makes up bad and evil as you know it. He has brought down hundreds — thousands — of people. He’s part of a hivemind, of a group, though those connections have long since been broken.
*You find yourself unable to twist and change his core threads, the deepest ones telling you what he is, though you can look at them. But the newer ones — the ones that give him human form, the ones that give him a proper personality, likes and dislikes — you can manipulate those as much as you’d like.
*You find that his power as a Darkness has been weakened, the untouchable threads there having been exposed to some form of Light for so long that he’s unable to use the power he once had. You can’t tell if he knows this.
*You find- guilt. Reluctance. He never wanted to hurt his other half. He too had been manipulated into it, into fighting.
*The broken connection, that thread, if it were to meet the other half properly, you know the result would’ve been a world-ending weapon, one for anyone to use.
*But it’s been snapped. Broken completely.
*There’s no chance of ever forming that χ-blade again.
*The more he learns the more he wants to capture and play with you! You would be such a fun lab rat!*
Hold still!
*As if you have a choice.*
*Uranium hums happily as he starts to poke your threads, testing them. After a few moment he starts by taking your threads and using them to turn you into a lolian. They turn and braid so easy!*
Your threads are so easy to move!
“Sorry for keeping these fucking guys off your ass.”
*He rolls his eyes as he says it.
*No matter how you mess with his threads, his eyes refuse to lose the blood-red shade. His ears point, tilted down toward the ground, his hair falls flat against his head instead of the strange defying-gravity look it had before.
*You’re swarmed and attacked by Unversed, born from the pain of having his threads messed with and the anger at you changing his body.
*Clearly, if you want to continue messing with his threads, you’ll have to stop the Unversed from spawning.
Sassy!
*He laughs, grabbing the threads of the unversed and following those to the core of what the inverted are. He starts messing with them, attempting to stop them from attacking Uranium himself.*
You make a very handsome lolian by the way. I'm sorry I'm just more familiar with loloian threads than whatever you were before!
*Lying, his favorite form of communication.*
How old are you anyway? Do you think I can make you younger?
*Vanitas growls when you mess with his Unversed.
“I don’t fucking care, change me back and they’ll back off!”
*The Unversed are rather simple. They’re nothing more than emotion and simple desire.
“I’m as old as I fucking wanna be, you bitch!”
*He looks about 15 or 16. You could make his body younger, but you can tell it’ll do nothing to his mind or his powers; not with what he truly is — something old and timeless, unaffected by the state of his body.
*If anything, taking away his ability to communicate would only serve to piss him off more, make him force more of his magic.
Or I can handle it myself! Don't worry, they'll be fine!
*He is just glad the Unversed have such easy threads to manipulate. Making the things see Uranium as something like Vanitas is so so easy. Too easy. Adorable!*
*He snickers. As old as you want to be?*
We'll see about that. Hold still.
*He says the last part as if you have a choice — as if he isn't holding your threads to keep you still.*
Hmm... Not too young.... Four? No...
*He starts to mess with your threads again, lowering your age, reversing the effects of physical aging. You begin to shrink, still held still.*
*By the time he finishes his work on your physical age, you are six or so.*
There you go, little one.
*The Unversed wander off when you change the thread, which pisses Vanitas off only further. No matter how much he demands through the thread that they attack you, they simply ignore you. One even comes up, seemingly asking for you to pet it.
*The pain grows as his body shrinks, until he’s not that much taller than his Keyblade. He knows this as a fact without having to summon it.
“What the fuck?! Change me back, you fucking bastard!”
*He snorts, but he does reach out to pet the unversed that comes to see him. What strange creatures. Excellent guard dogs. He should steal some.*
I'm helping! You want to be fully detached from the people. They'll never recognize you now!
*He isn't helping. He's just bored.*
*He leans in, examining you.*
How do you feel? Usually, I erase memories after this... should I take yours?
*It can’t exactly feel happy, but it seems to like being pet.
“I said I wanted you to fix it, you dumbass! Fix what got fucked up! Make us connected again!”
*He bristles at the thought, more Unversed spawning from the ground. They start attacking things — trees, plants, anything nearby — but stay away from you and Vanitas. This fact makes him more pissed.
“You leave my memories alone, you fucking little bitchass cunt!”
*He very much will hold a grudge if you listen, you can tell just by looking at him.
*He continues petting the Unversed, perhaps he can take this ome home.*
Oh. Right. Silly me. Let me fix the connection then.
*He gives a mocking gasp.*
What language from such a young child! Whatever will I do?
Hmm... We can fix the potty mouth you have.
What do you think? Should I fix your connection first or your foul mouth?
“I’m fucking older than you, bitchass! I’m older than time itself!”
*And you know he’s right. His core threads, defining what he is, they’re ancient. He may not seem it or act it, but he is.
“Fix the connection. Now.”
*The Unversed you’re petting is born from loneliness, the feeling of the connection he’d come to rely on that’s suddenly gone.
*He just laughs. You're not scary like this. Whatever you used to be you lost.*
I don't think so. I think you need some time to live as your own person, little lolian.
*Instead of what you asked him to do, Uranium happily starts messing with your other threads, working to remove your ability to curse. Such a small being doesn't need such a foul mouth, even if it is funny. He's just helping you! Truly!*
*He hums as he works, petting the unversed with one hand.*
Have you ever considered therapy?
“I don’t want to live my own person, I’m not a fucking person you little asshole bastar-“
*He can’t help a cry of pain as his tongue burns. Oh how you’d be dead where you stand, if he could move.
*Even as a child, even being lolian and unable to curse, his glare is full with hatred and murder. More Unversed ride from the ground around him, the one you’re petting looks back at Vanitas with a sad whine.
*It looks up at you, then sadly trods back to him, already missing the kind affection. You can’t tell if Vanitas hears your question, but he certainly doesn’t respond. His anger and rage fills his body, making his short form tremble as he glares at you, bloodred eyes boring into you.
You are, though!
*He laughs at you, your pain truly amusing.*
I wouldn't curse if I was you, it'll not be worth it.
Now I think it's time to get you home, don't you?
“I don’t have a home, you dumba- augh!”
*It makes his tongue burn, he despises it! The pain is blinding, like his entire mouth is on fire.
*It only makes him hate you more.
To my home, you silly little lolian.
*He pulls you with him by the threads, making you float as he does.*
Perhaps we can get you a bath too.
“I’m not- I don’t need a bath! Let go!”
*He tries to struggle, he does his damn best, but this stupid body won’t listen to him!
*He hates you. He despises you. The second he can move again, he’s going to rip you apart piece by fucking piece!
It's just manners to bathe.
*He laughs as he walks along, perhaps after he secures you in your room he can go visit his little pet to play.*
What color do you want your blankets? Red?
“No! I don’t need blankets I won’t be staying!”
*He’d love his blankets to remind him of Ven. He doesn’t even know what part, though, considering it’s blankets and the Prince is not a blanket.
You will be, actually. It's chilly in your room, you'll want blankets.
If you won't tell me you'll be stuck with what I have which is a lot of purple.
*He continues on his way.*
*He goes to speak, but clearly it was a cuss given how he bites back what’s probably another swear.
“…Make it a bluish kind of green.”
*He hates this. He hates you. He’s still going to tear you apart as soon as he gets the barest inkling of a chance! Even if he has a new blanket.
I can do that. Thank your for cooperating.
Are you allergic to anything?
“How in the Master’s tits should I know?”
*He hates you. He hates you so damn bad. He hates how his stomach growls at the mention of food. When was the last time he ate something?
*More unversed spawn, following along. Vanitas gets an idea.
*One of them bites his leg, hard, pulling back, trying to keep Uranium from making him follow.
Well I don't want to hurt you through food.
*Uranium just laughs, how pathetically adorable! He grabs the threads of the unversed, pulling them along with you.*
That was a very, very nice try little one. Very creative.
*It tries to pull him back, its teeth digging into his leg and making him bleed. Blood drips down its jaw, but Vanitas’s pain only fuels it more.
“Put me the fffff*uck* down!”
*God that makes his tongue burn! He hates it, he hates it so hard!
No. Then you'll run away. Children can't be left unattended. And since I made you a child it's almost like I'm your parent.
*That thought makes his skin crawl. He knows what a parent is, and he knows you are NOT one.
*He hates you! He hates you so utterly completely bad; he’s completely going to tear you limb from limb.
“I’m not a child! I’ve lived for centuries longer than you!!”
Have you? Because you're throwing a rather petulant hissy fit. You sure do act like a child, Vanitas.
*He sounds so smug. You can see a house with an orchard come into view and you pass through some rather nasty wards.*
Welcoming home, little lolian.
*He gives a growl, at both the words and the wards.
“Of course I’m throwing a g-“
“You’re literally kidnapping me!”
*He hates the cursing thing! He hates it so much! He loves being able to say fuck out loud!
“Fix the swear thing.”
I'm taking you to a safe place to rest but sure you can call it what you want.
*He laughs at the last bit.*
Not a fucking chance, Vanitas.
*He brings you into the house, and down to the basement where there are too many rooms.*
Hmm... perhaps next to little fairy.
“Even Im not an idiot; I’m being taken against my will, that’s a f- that’s a god- I HATE YOU!”
*He couldn’t say what he wanted to, so he ended up just screaming instead.
“Fix it!”
*He hardly pays attention to the rooms, trying to get his body to listen to him and move.
*He laughs again.*
You sound just like my little monster, such a bad daughter but adorably defiant. I fixed her too.
For now we'll give you time to get your feelings out.
*He opens a door, and brings you through it. You pass through another ward — this one will trap you. Yay.*
No. You'll get used to it, little lolian. Now, blueish green blankets right?
*The thought sends involuntary shivers down his spine.
*He finds that’s a weird feeling, and he does not like it.
“I don’t need- that’s not-“
“Yeah, at least give me my da- my fuc-“
*This inability to speak only pisses him off more.
“I WANT MY CAT!”
*He nods, waving a hand and a blueish green set of bedding appears on the mattress, already made up.*
Your cat?
Hm... I can see about that. What cat is it?
*He can let you have your pet, he has all of his.*
“Wrong. Greener.”
“The weird robot thing you fu-“
*He growls in annoyance at the fucking pain.
“The thing you took away! I want it back.”
*He’s not going to tell you why, but that’s what it is, his ‘cat’.
Hmm... okay.
*He changes the color of the bedding to be greener, but it still is a little off.*
... I have to find it first but I'll see what I can do. Strange cat to have...
*He lets go of your threads, letting you move, but the wards on the house will stop you from hurting him by making sure you hurt worse.*
