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@delia-in-a-leitner
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My name is Delia Scuft. I'm currently trapped in a Wonder Woman issue from 1987. I found a computer on page 18, I'm using it right now to access the "tumblr" which...is very different. I'm learning about an internet! This is all very new to me so when you send an ask, please be nice! Thank you all.
(ooc under cut)
OOC post:
Hello, I was struck by the ao3 writers curse as many before me. I got into a physical altercation while defending the honor of my great great great grandmother’s pasta maker (lame) and have been a little puffy in the face from bruising (which obscured my vision) I will be back to posting regularly soon!
I quite like ring around the rosie. The idea of spinning and spinning and spinning just do fall down and rot into the earth. Maggots feast upon your tender sickly flesh. All of that silly play and spinning and spinning and spinning just to die anyway.
How very nice.
i ALsO EnjOy spInnInG sPiN SpiN WhEeEeEeeeEe :)
jUSt
uH
NoT thOSe oTHeR PartS
Oh! Wow, you are remarkably unnerving. Hello!
wHy HeLLo ThERe, mY UnSetTLinG aCquAinTAnCe! :)
aRe YOu, bY AnY chAnCe, oF THe CraWLinG rOt? :0
I’m just Delia! What…the fuck are you? With all due respect, of course <3
i’M CertAInLy SomEthINg… buT ALso nOtHinG! i’M ReaL bUt nOT aT aLL! wHat a SiLLy queStIOn tO AsK oF A SpiRaLLinG :)
Why are there so many of you. Stop multiplying.
I quite like ring around the rosie. The idea of spinning and spinning and spinning just do fall down and rot into the earth. Maggots feast upon your tender sickly flesh. All of that silly play and spinning and spinning and spinning just to die anyway.
How very nice.
i ALsO EnjOy spInnInG sPiN SpiN WhEeEeEeeeEe :)
jUSt
uH
NoT thOSe oTHeR PartS
Oh! Wow, you are remarkably unnerving. Hello!
wHy HeLLo ThERe, mY UnSetTLinG aCquAinTAnCe! :)
aRe YOu, bY AnY chAnCe, oF THe CraWLinG rOt? :0
I’m just Delia! What…the fuck are you? With all due respect, of course <3
I quite like ring around the rosie. The idea of spinning and spinning and spinning just do fall down and rot into the earth. Maggots feast upon your tender sickly flesh. All of that silly play and spinning and spinning and spinning just to die anyway.
How very nice.
i ALsO EnjOy spInnInG sPiN SpiN WhEeEeEeeeEe :)
jUSt
uH
NoT thOSe oTHeR PartS
Oh! Wow, you are remarkably unnerving. Hello!
I quite like ring around the rosie. The idea of spinning and spinning and spinning just do fall down and rot into the earth. Maggots feast upon your tender sickly flesh. All of that silly play and spinning and spinning and spinning just to die anyway.
How very nice.
Hello, kind (?) old (?) man!
Would you like to have a tea party together? You seem a dandy fellow.
From,
Delia :)
Hello Delia!
Kind? At times. Old? Debatable. Man? Occasionally?
Tea Party? Absolutely.
Do you think I could sneak in and remove you from the archives? Considering Mr Magnus and Gertrude Robinson are being frankly mean to me right now.
Eh we'll figure it out. What tea would you like?
And would you be entirely opposed to sitting somewhere high?
Oh, I’m sure nobody would mind if I went MIA just for a bit!
I’d love some earl grey and as long as you hold on tight so I won’t blow away, I’m alright with a nice high up view!
Is it called crime and punishment because. he does a crime and is punished? or is that a misnomer like celebrity skin? because i’ve never seen a celebrity’s real flesh sewn into that magazine.
Follow up: they should make a book with human skin. has anyone ever done that before? That’d be cool.
Is it called crime and punishment because. he does a crime and is punished? or is that a misnomer like celebrity skin? because i’ve never seen a celebrity’s real flesh sewn into that magazine.
it’s cold again.
That terribly cold vast expanse of void between the panels is creeping forward again.
I don’t want it to envelop me again. But there isn’t really another choice, is there?
When I was real, I used to skip school to go to work with my mother. I think I miss her greatly. But I wouldn’t know. I feel a constant aching numbness that blankets my soul. I feel so deeply alone but so oddly content. I know this is my home for the rest of time or however long this paper prison lasts. But sometimes I think of her smile. I don’t remember really what I meant to say here. I’m rambling again.
Somebody dust my display case, webs are beginning to form and these spiders are looking at me funny. Not a fan.
A tiny note finds its way on your desk. In neat cursive, it reads-
I’m lonely down here. Could you come keep me company? Honestly, just hearing you talk would be enough. You make me feel human. Thanks, Delia.
The sticky note, although entirely mundane, somehow just smells like the 80s. Coca Cola, popcorn, roller rinks, and hairspray. All wrapped up in one subtle aroma.
Oliver couldn't help but smile a bit as he read the note. It wasn't often he felt like someone actually wanted his presence- granted that was mostly just his self esteem issues, but still.
He made his way down to artifact storage soon enough, not too worried about being seen given how late it was. "Delia? I got your note, sorry if I took a bit-"
Delia is partway hanging out of her book, her 2-D presence clashing against the normal surroundings. She waves happily. “I learned a new trick, see! I’m basically real again.”
Oliver chuckled a bit as he sat down in front of Delia, waving back. "Nice. How's it feel?"
“Good. But I wanted to share the joy with you…I like being around you. You’re like a human teddy bear. You’re all soft and comforting but you’ve also got a scariness to you…like a bear.” Delia’s voice is weak from lack of true use, her speech only being ‘heard’ in speech bubbles since her entrapment, but she has a distinct valley girl accent. Her sketched features soften in a genuine smile. “You’re the first kid my age who didn’t make me feel like a total freak.”
Oliver shrugged, letting out another slight chuckle. "I mean, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I did that. Been a damn freak my whole life, I just recently started looking like it."
Delia shakes her head. “Yeah, sure, but you make it cool. You’re like…one of the Lost Boys. You ever see that movie? With the vampires?”
Oliver shook his head, hugging his legs to rest his chin on his knees. "Heard of it, I think, but nah, never watched it. I'm assuming that's a compliment, though."
“I’d say.” She trails off and is silent for a bit before speaking. The air around her smells like a vintage shop. “…Can I dampen the mood?” Although her question sounds serious, her tone doesn’t change all too much.
Oliver shrugged, waving a hand for Delia to go ahead. "Yeah, sure, I ain't gonna judge."
“Why do the monsters pick who they pick? Based on you, I’d assume they prey on the vulnerable. Based on me, I’d assume they take whoever is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Based on what I hear from upstairs, it’s all some crazy interconnected conspiracy. So…what is it?” Delia’s coloration fades significantly.
Oliver was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor for a bit as he tried to think. Truth be told, he didn't really know much about it, either. "That's.. difficult.." He finally said, looking back over at Delia. "Different monsters pick different people for different reasons. Michael went after me because I was close to both death and losing my mind. It was basically a race between the spiral and the end, and the spiral was determined to win. He likely went after you, like you said, because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time- you'd be surprised how much of this shit it caused purely by bad luck. Meanwhile I go after people who make the mistake of walking alone. I follow them, make them paranoid, afraid. Make sure they know they're being stalked but never know who's stalking them. One thing all us monsters have in comment is fear. We need it to survive. Different types of monsters feed on different types of fear, but that doesn't change the fact that we all feed on fear."
“…You feed on fear? But you’re…no, you’re too nice to be a monster.” Her voice is shaky now. “But you’re kind, you’re not like him! He’s not kind. He’s mocking and cruel and…he’s evil. You’re not like him.” Delia sounds genuinely distressed, like her view of you is completely shattered.
"Delia, Delia-" Oliver put his hands out, trying to calm her down. "Easy, relax. Michael and I are different, yeah, but we're still the same creature. We function the same, we feed the same, hell, there's a reason we look the same. I do my best to be kind, yes, but unfortunately that doesn't change what I need to do to survive.. trust me, I wouldn't do it if I had a choice.."
Delia slips back into her book, a spiked bubble with expletive symbols pops up above it, she then comes back. “I…think I got over excited about the idea of having a friend. And forgot what we were. Are, rather. Am I gonna end up like you or him? Or am I just here? And, and is he feeding off me? Are you feeding off me?” She has a little stress symbol above her head like in manga.
Oliver chuckled a bit and shrugged, looking away with a bit of an awkward expression. "Eh, it's fine. Honestly it's nice knowing that there's someone who can just.. forget what I am for a bit. As for your worries, no, I don't think you'll end up like us, you're just.. here, I think. Nor am I making any conscious effort to feed on you. If I am feeding, then I'm unaware of it, but usually I can tell so I don't think I am. If anyone's feeding on you it is probably Michael, which unfortunately I can't do anything about."
Delia goes back to smiling. “Well, maybe next time I see him I’ll kick him in the nads. Instead of getting all light headed and giddy. I dunno what he does that makes me feel all safe and fuzzy around him. It’s weird…but nothing bad happens. We usually just dance to Sinatra.”
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, he can be pretty chill if you're around him enough. Kinda did the same to me back before he ate me. Like I said, his door followed me around for about a year and a half. I was goin' in and out of his hallways throughout that whole time. They felt safe. And I didn't feel so sick there. Then one day he just.. didn't let me out.." He trailed off for a moment, looking at the floor before shaking his head, looking back to Delia. "And now here I am. Hated him for it at first, but.. honestly it's been nice, all things considered. Not exactly how I imagined moving out, but hey, it works."
“I guess he kinda saved me too. In a way. I mean, I was gonna…I wasn’t planning on waking up the next day. I was just going to catch up on Wonder Woman and let that be my last moment. Something soft and nice. You know the rest.” Delia shifts a bit. “Michael. Guardian Angel. He’s not much like the good book describes but I’ll take what I can get.”
Oliver actually laughed at that. The thought of Michael being an angel, well.. it was funny. "Not that Michael. Very far from it, that just happens to be the name he uses. He used to be human, same as the rest of us. Michael was his name. Like I said before, he's got his own story. But I can see where you might get the whole angel idea. I think it's his hair-"
“Yes, the hair! It’s all long and regal looking!” Delia giggles. “I- I honestly just thought angels were weird. Kinda thought you might’ve been like a…lesser angel or something.”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, no, we're- we're not angels. Helen sure as hell isn't.." He grumbled that last part.
“Helen? Is she that pretty woman with the deeply unnerving voice?” Delia’s face erases itself and then appears again.
"hm? Oh, uh, yeah, she's the uh, the other Distortion. There's three of us, there's Michael, Helen, and then I'm the youngest-" He counted on his fingers as he named them. "You've seen me and Michael, Helen's uh, 'bout same height as us, black, usually wearing some sorta, like, office or business woman attire, I think."
The yellow halftone fades off her face, leaving only a blush red, as Delia giggles. “She’s pretty…”
"Don't." Oliver pointed at Delia, his expression stern. "You've met Michael, you've met me, Helen is worse than both of us combined. Trust me. Not worth it."
“Oh, you’re right…and I don’t want to burn in the fiery pits for all eternity.” Her face returns to normal. “You keep me sane, Olive.”
Oliver just let out a small huff, resting his hands back down in his lap. "Ok, first off, being queer won't send you to hell. Trust me, not a single person in this institute is straight, and hell can't fit all of us-"
“Pamela is most certainly straight. She had a husband. Gay people can’t get married.” She gestures wildly.
"If anyone here's going to hell, it's Pam." Oliver said, decidedly ignoring the other part of that sentence because frankly it wasn't something he felt like getting into. "Well. And probably Elias, but he's.." Ollie looked away for a moment, the points of his ears tilting downward slightly. "Confusing. Wouldn't be surprised if he just talked his way out of it-"
“I’ve yet to have the pleasure of meeting him. Is he as suave and handsome as I’ve heard?” Delia’s form starts to look more sketch like which means she’ll have to return to her book soon. She then stops and points. “EARS!”
Oliver let out a small squeak, startled by the sudden raise in volume. "What- what about my ears-?"
Delia giggles and shakes her hands quickly. “So so so cute, are you kidding?! YOU’RE LIKE A PUPPY! OR AN ELF!”
A tiny note finds its way on your desk. In neat cursive, it reads-
I’m lonely down here. Could you come keep me company? Honestly, just hearing you talk would be enough. You make me feel human. Thanks, Delia.
The sticky note, although entirely mundane, somehow just smells like the 80s. Coca Cola, popcorn, roller rinks, and hairspray. All wrapped up in one subtle aroma.
Oliver couldn't help but smile a bit as he read the note. It wasn't often he felt like someone actually wanted his presence- granted that was mostly just his self esteem issues, but still.
He made his way down to artifact storage soon enough, not too worried about being seen given how late it was. "Delia? I got your note, sorry if I took a bit-"
Delia is partway hanging out of her book, her 2-D presence clashing against the normal surroundings. She waves happily. “I learned a new trick, see! I’m basically real again.”
Oliver chuckled a bit as he sat down in front of Delia, waving back. "Nice. How's it feel?"
“Good. But I wanted to share the joy with you…I like being around you. You’re like a human teddy bear. You’re all soft and comforting but you’ve also got a scariness to you…like a bear.” Delia’s voice is weak from lack of true use, her speech only being ‘heard’ in speech bubbles since her entrapment, but she has a distinct valley girl accent. Her sketched features soften in a genuine smile. “You’re the first kid my age who didn’t make me feel like a total freak.”
Oliver shrugged, letting out another slight chuckle. "I mean, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I did that. Been a damn freak my whole life, I just recently started looking like it."
Delia shakes her head. “Yeah, sure, but you make it cool. You’re like…one of the Lost Boys. You ever see that movie? With the vampires?”
Oliver shook his head, hugging his legs to rest his chin on his knees. "Heard of it, I think, but nah, never watched it. I'm assuming that's a compliment, though."
“I’d say.” She trails off and is silent for a bit before speaking. The air around her smells like a vintage shop. “…Can I dampen the mood?” Although her question sounds serious, her tone doesn’t change all too much.
Oliver shrugged, waving a hand for Delia to go ahead. "Yeah, sure, I ain't gonna judge."
“Why do the monsters pick who they pick? Based on you, I’d assume they prey on the vulnerable. Based on me, I’d assume they take whoever is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Based on what I hear from upstairs, it’s all some crazy interconnected conspiracy. So…what is it?” Delia’s coloration fades significantly.
Oliver was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor for a bit as he tried to think. Truth be told, he didn't really know much about it, either. "That's.. difficult.." He finally said, looking back over at Delia. "Different monsters pick different people for different reasons. Michael went after me because I was close to both death and losing my mind. It was basically a race between the spiral and the end, and the spiral was determined to win. He likely went after you, like you said, because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time- you'd be surprised how much of this shit it caused purely by bad luck. Meanwhile I go after people who make the mistake of walking alone. I follow them, make them paranoid, afraid. Make sure they know they're being stalked but never know who's stalking them. One thing all us monsters have in comment is fear. We need it to survive. Different types of monsters feed on different types of fear, but that doesn't change the fact that we all feed on fear."
“…You feed on fear? But you’re…no, you’re too nice to be a monster.” Her voice is shaky now. “But you’re kind, you’re not like him! He’s not kind. He’s mocking and cruel and…he’s evil. You’re not like him.” Delia sounds genuinely distressed, like her view of you is completely shattered.
"Delia, Delia-" Oliver put his hands out, trying to calm her down. "Easy, relax. Michael and I are different, yeah, but we're still the same creature. We function the same, we feed the same, hell, there's a reason we look the same. I do my best to be kind, yes, but unfortunately that doesn't change what I need to do to survive.. trust me, I wouldn't do it if I had a choice.."
Delia slips back into her book, a spiked bubble with expletive symbols pops up above it, she then comes back. “I…think I got over excited about the idea of having a friend. And forgot what we were. Are, rather. Am I gonna end up like you or him? Or am I just here? And, and is he feeding off me? Are you feeding off me?” She has a little stress symbol above her head like in manga.
Oliver chuckled a bit and shrugged, looking away with a bit of an awkward expression. "Eh, it's fine. Honestly it's nice knowing that there's someone who can just.. forget what I am for a bit. As for your worries, no, I don't think you'll end up like us, you're just.. here, I think. Nor am I making any conscious effort to feed on you. If I am feeding, then I'm unaware of it, but usually I can tell so I don't think I am. If anyone's feeding on you it is probably Michael, which unfortunately I can't do anything about."
Delia goes back to smiling. “Well, maybe next time I see him I’ll kick him in the nads. Instead of getting all light headed and giddy. I dunno what he does that makes me feel all safe and fuzzy around him. It’s weird…but nothing bad happens. We usually just dance to Sinatra.”
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, he can be pretty chill if you're around him enough. Kinda did the same to me back before he ate me. Like I said, his door followed me around for about a year and a half. I was goin' in and out of his hallways throughout that whole time. They felt safe. And I didn't feel so sick there. Then one day he just.. didn't let me out.." He trailed off for a moment, looking at the floor before shaking his head, looking back to Delia. "And now here I am. Hated him for it at first, but.. honestly it's been nice, all things considered. Not exactly how I imagined moving out, but hey, it works."
“I guess he kinda saved me too. In a way. I mean, I was gonna…I wasn’t planning on waking up the next day. I was just going to catch up on Wonder Woman and let that be my last moment. Something soft and nice. You know the rest.” Delia shifts a bit. “Michael. Guardian Angel. He’s not much like the good book describes but I’ll take what I can get.”
Oliver actually laughed at that. The thought of Michael being an angel, well.. it was funny. "Not that Michael. Very far from it, that just happens to be the name he uses. He used to be human, same as the rest of us. Michael was his name. Like I said before, he's got his own story. But I can see where you might get the whole angel idea. I think it's his hair-"
“Yes, the hair! It’s all long and regal looking!” Delia giggles. “I- I honestly just thought angels were weird. Kinda thought you might’ve been like a…lesser angel or something.”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, no, we're- we're not angels. Helen sure as hell isn't.." He grumbled that last part.
“Helen? Is she that pretty woman with the deeply unnerving voice?” Delia’s face erases itself and then appears again.
"hm? Oh, uh, yeah, she's the uh, the other Distortion. There's three of us, there's Michael, Helen, and then I'm the youngest-" He counted on his fingers as he named them. "You've seen me and Michael, Helen's uh, 'bout same height as us, black, usually wearing some sorta, like, office or business woman attire, I think."
The yellow halftone fades off her face, leaving only a blush red, as Delia giggles. “She’s pretty…”
"Don't." Oliver pointed at Delia, his expression stern. "You've met Michael, you've met me, Helen is worse than both of us combined. Trust me. Not worth it."
“Oh, you’re right…and I don’t want to burn in the fiery pits for all eternity.” Her face returns to normal. “You keep me sane, Olive.”
Oliver just let out a small huff, resting his hands back down in his lap. "Ok, first off, being queer won't send you to hell. Trust me, not a single person in this institute is straight, and hell can't fit all of us-"
“Pamela is most certainly straight. She had a husband. Gay people can’t get married.” She gestures wildly.
"If anyone here's going to hell, it's Pam." Oliver said, decidedly ignoring the other part of that sentence because frankly it wasn't something he felt like getting into. "Well. And probably Elias, but he's.." Ollie looked away for a moment, the points of his ears tilting downward slightly. "Confusing. Wouldn't be surprised if he just talked his way out of it-"
“I’ve yet to have the pleasure of meeting him. Is he as suave and handsome as I’ve heard?” Delia’s form starts to look more sketch like which means she’ll have to return to her book soon. She then stops and points. “EARS!”
A tiny note finds its way on your desk. In neat cursive, it reads-
I’m lonely down here. Could you come keep me company? Honestly, just hearing you talk would be enough. You make me feel human. Thanks, Delia.
The sticky note, although entirely mundane, somehow just smells like the 80s. Coca Cola, popcorn, roller rinks, and hairspray. All wrapped up in one subtle aroma.
Oliver couldn't help but smile a bit as he read the note. It wasn't often he felt like someone actually wanted his presence- granted that was mostly just his self esteem issues, but still.
He made his way down to artifact storage soon enough, not too worried about being seen given how late it was. "Delia? I got your note, sorry if I took a bit-"
Delia is partway hanging out of her book, her 2-D presence clashing against the normal surroundings. She waves happily. “I learned a new trick, see! I’m basically real again.”
Oliver chuckled a bit as he sat down in front of Delia, waving back. "Nice. How's it feel?"
“Good. But I wanted to share the joy with you…I like being around you. You’re like a human teddy bear. You’re all soft and comforting but you’ve also got a scariness to you…like a bear.” Delia’s voice is weak from lack of true use, her speech only being ‘heard’ in speech bubbles since her entrapment, but she has a distinct valley girl accent. Her sketched features soften in a genuine smile. “You’re the first kid my age who didn’t make me feel like a total freak.”
Oliver shrugged, letting out another slight chuckle. "I mean, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I did that. Been a damn freak my whole life, I just recently started looking like it."
Delia shakes her head. “Yeah, sure, but you make it cool. You’re like…one of the Lost Boys. You ever see that movie? With the vampires?”
Oliver shook his head, hugging his legs to rest his chin on his knees. "Heard of it, I think, but nah, never watched it. I'm assuming that's a compliment, though."
“I’d say.” She trails off and is silent for a bit before speaking. The air around her smells like a vintage shop. “…Can I dampen the mood?” Although her question sounds serious, her tone doesn’t change all too much.
Oliver shrugged, waving a hand for Delia to go ahead. "Yeah, sure, I ain't gonna judge."
“Why do the monsters pick who they pick? Based on you, I’d assume they prey on the vulnerable. Based on me, I’d assume they take whoever is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Based on what I hear from upstairs, it’s all some crazy interconnected conspiracy. So…what is it?” Delia’s coloration fades significantly.
Oliver was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor for a bit as he tried to think. Truth be told, he didn't really know much about it, either. "That's.. difficult.." He finally said, looking back over at Delia. "Different monsters pick different people for different reasons. Michael went after me because I was close to both death and losing my mind. It was basically a race between the spiral and the end, and the spiral was determined to win. He likely went after you, like you said, because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time- you'd be surprised how much of this shit it caused purely by bad luck. Meanwhile I go after people who make the mistake of walking alone. I follow them, make them paranoid, afraid. Make sure they know they're being stalked but never know who's stalking them. One thing all us monsters have in comment is fear. We need it to survive. Different types of monsters feed on different types of fear, but that doesn't change the fact that we all feed on fear."
“…You feed on fear? But you’re…no, you’re too nice to be a monster.” Her voice is shaky now. “But you’re kind, you’re not like him! He’s not kind. He’s mocking and cruel and…he’s evil. You’re not like him.” Delia sounds genuinely distressed, like her view of you is completely shattered.
"Delia, Delia-" Oliver put his hands out, trying to calm her down. "Easy, relax. Michael and I are different, yeah, but we're still the same creature. We function the same, we feed the same, hell, there's a reason we look the same. I do my best to be kind, yes, but unfortunately that doesn't change what I need to do to survive.. trust me, I wouldn't do it if I had a choice.."
Delia slips back into her book, a spiked bubble with expletive symbols pops up above it, she then comes back. “I…think I got over excited about the idea of having a friend. And forgot what we were. Are, rather. Am I gonna end up like you or him? Or am I just here? And, and is he feeding off me? Are you feeding off me?” She has a little stress symbol above her head like in manga.
Oliver chuckled a bit and shrugged, looking away with a bit of an awkward expression. "Eh, it's fine. Honestly it's nice knowing that there's someone who can just.. forget what I am for a bit. As for your worries, no, I don't think you'll end up like us, you're just.. here, I think. Nor am I making any conscious effort to feed on you. If I am feeding, then I'm unaware of it, but usually I can tell so I don't think I am. If anyone's feeding on you it is probably Michael, which unfortunately I can't do anything about."
Delia goes back to smiling. “Well, maybe next time I see him I’ll kick him in the nads. Instead of getting all light headed and giddy. I dunno what he does that makes me feel all safe and fuzzy around him. It’s weird…but nothing bad happens. We usually just dance to Sinatra.”
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, he can be pretty chill if you're around him enough. Kinda did the same to me back before he ate me. Like I said, his door followed me around for about a year and a half. I was goin' in and out of his hallways throughout that whole time. They felt safe. And I didn't feel so sick there. Then one day he just.. didn't let me out.." He trailed off for a moment, looking at the floor before shaking his head, looking back to Delia. "And now here I am. Hated him for it at first, but.. honestly it's been nice, all things considered. Not exactly how I imagined moving out, but hey, it works."
“I guess he kinda saved me too. In a way. I mean, I was gonna…I wasn’t planning on waking up the next day. I was just going to catch up on Wonder Woman and let that be my last moment. Something soft and nice. You know the rest.” Delia shifts a bit. “Michael. Guardian Angel. He’s not much like the good book describes but I’ll take what I can get.”
Oliver actually laughed at that. The thought of Michael being an angel, well.. it was funny. "Not that Michael. Very far from it, that just happens to be the name he uses. He used to be human, same as the rest of us. Michael was his name. Like I said before, he's got his own story. But I can see where you might get the whole angel idea. I think it's his hair-"
“Yes, the hair! It’s all long and regal looking!” Delia giggles. “I- I honestly just thought angels were weird. Kinda thought you might’ve been like a…lesser angel or something.”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, no, we're- we're not angels. Helen sure as hell isn't.." He grumbled that last part.
“Helen? Is she that pretty woman with the deeply unnerving voice?” Delia’s face erases itself and then appears again.
"hm? Oh, uh, yeah, she's the uh, the other Distortion. There's three of us, there's Michael, Helen, and then I'm the youngest-" He counted on his fingers as he named them. "You've seen me and Michael, Helen's uh, 'bout same height as us, black, usually wearing some sorta, like, office or business woman attire, I think."
The yellow halftone fades off her face, leaving only a blush red, as Delia giggles. “She’s pretty…”
"Don't." Oliver pointed at Delia, his expression stern. "You've met Michael, you've met me, Helen is worse than both of us combined. Trust me. Not worth it."
“Oh, you’re right…and I don’t want to burn in the fiery pits for all eternity.” Her face returns to normal. “You keep me sane, Olive.”
Oliver just let out a small huff, resting his hands back down in his lap. "Ok, first off, being queer won't send you to hell. Trust me, not a single person in this institute is straight, and hell can't fit all of us-"
“Pamela is most certainly straight. She had a husband. Gay people can’t get married.” She gestures wildly.
A tiny note finds its way on your desk. In neat cursive, it reads-
I’m lonely down here. Could you come keep me company? Honestly, just hearing you talk would be enough. You make me feel human. Thanks, Delia.
The sticky note, although entirely mundane, somehow just smells like the 80s. Coca Cola, popcorn, roller rinks, and hairspray. All wrapped up in one subtle aroma.
Oliver couldn't help but smile a bit as he read the note. It wasn't often he felt like someone actually wanted his presence- granted that was mostly just his self esteem issues, but still.
He made his way down to artifact storage soon enough, not too worried about being seen given how late it was. "Delia? I got your note, sorry if I took a bit-"
Delia is partway hanging out of her book, her 2-D presence clashing against the normal surroundings. She waves happily. “I learned a new trick, see! I’m basically real again.”
Oliver chuckled a bit as he sat down in front of Delia, waving back. "Nice. How's it feel?"
“Good. But I wanted to share the joy with you…I like being around you. You’re like a human teddy bear. You’re all soft and comforting but you’ve also got a scariness to you…like a bear.” Delia’s voice is weak from lack of true use, her speech only being ‘heard’ in speech bubbles since her entrapment, but she has a distinct valley girl accent. Her sketched features soften in a genuine smile. “You’re the first kid my age who didn’t make me feel like a total freak.”
Oliver shrugged, letting out another slight chuckle. "I mean, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I did that. Been a damn freak my whole life, I just recently started looking like it."
Delia shakes her head. “Yeah, sure, but you make it cool. You’re like…one of the Lost Boys. You ever see that movie? With the vampires?”
Oliver shook his head, hugging his legs to rest his chin on his knees. "Heard of it, I think, but nah, never watched it. I'm assuming that's a compliment, though."
“I’d say.” She trails off and is silent for a bit before speaking. The air around her smells like a vintage shop. “…Can I dampen the mood?” Although her question sounds serious, her tone doesn’t change all too much.
Oliver shrugged, waving a hand for Delia to go ahead. "Yeah, sure, I ain't gonna judge."
“Why do the monsters pick who they pick? Based on you, I’d assume they prey on the vulnerable. Based on me, I’d assume they take whoever is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Based on what I hear from upstairs, it’s all some crazy interconnected conspiracy. So…what is it?” Delia’s coloration fades significantly.
Oliver was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor for a bit as he tried to think. Truth be told, he didn't really know much about it, either. "That's.. difficult.." He finally said, looking back over at Delia. "Different monsters pick different people for different reasons. Michael went after me because I was close to both death and losing my mind. It was basically a race between the spiral and the end, and the spiral was determined to win. He likely went after you, like you said, because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time- you'd be surprised how much of this shit it caused purely by bad luck. Meanwhile I go after people who make the mistake of walking alone. I follow them, make them paranoid, afraid. Make sure they know they're being stalked but never know who's stalking them. One thing all us monsters have in comment is fear. We need it to survive. Different types of monsters feed on different types of fear, but that doesn't change the fact that we all feed on fear."
“…You feed on fear? But you’re…no, you’re too nice to be a monster.” Her voice is shaky now. “But you’re kind, you’re not like him! He’s not kind. He’s mocking and cruel and…he’s evil. You’re not like him.” Delia sounds genuinely distressed, like her view of you is completely shattered.
"Delia, Delia-" Oliver put his hands out, trying to calm her down. "Easy, relax. Michael and I are different, yeah, but we're still the same creature. We function the same, we feed the same, hell, there's a reason we look the same. I do my best to be kind, yes, but unfortunately that doesn't change what I need to do to survive.. trust me, I wouldn't do it if I had a choice.."
Delia slips back into her book, a spiked bubble with expletive symbols pops up above it, she then comes back. “I…think I got over excited about the idea of having a friend. And forgot what we were. Are, rather. Am I gonna end up like you or him? Or am I just here? And, and is he feeding off me? Are you feeding off me?” She has a little stress symbol above her head like in manga.
Oliver chuckled a bit and shrugged, looking away with a bit of an awkward expression. "Eh, it's fine. Honestly it's nice knowing that there's someone who can just.. forget what I am for a bit. As for your worries, no, I don't think you'll end up like us, you're just.. here, I think. Nor am I making any conscious effort to feed on you. If I am feeding, then I'm unaware of it, but usually I can tell so I don't think I am. If anyone's feeding on you it is probably Michael, which unfortunately I can't do anything about."
Delia goes back to smiling. “Well, maybe next time I see him I’ll kick him in the nads. Instead of getting all light headed and giddy. I dunno what he does that makes me feel all safe and fuzzy around him. It’s weird…but nothing bad happens. We usually just dance to Sinatra.”
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, he can be pretty chill if you're around him enough. Kinda did the same to me back before he ate me. Like I said, his door followed me around for about a year and a half. I was goin' in and out of his hallways throughout that whole time. They felt safe. And I didn't feel so sick there. Then one day he just.. didn't let me out.." He trailed off for a moment, looking at the floor before shaking his head, looking back to Delia. "And now here I am. Hated him for it at first, but.. honestly it's been nice, all things considered. Not exactly how I imagined moving out, but hey, it works."
“I guess he kinda saved me too. In a way. I mean, I was gonna…I wasn’t planning on waking up the next day. I was just going to catch up on Wonder Woman and let that be my last moment. Something soft and nice. You know the rest.” Delia shifts a bit. “Michael. Guardian Angel. He’s not much like the good book describes but I’ll take what I can get.”
Oliver actually laughed at that. The thought of Michael being an angel, well.. it was funny. "Not that Michael. Very far from it, that just happens to be the name he uses. He used to be human, same as the rest of us. Michael was his name. Like I said before, he's got his own story. But I can see where you might get the whole angel idea. I think it's his hair-"
“Yes, the hair! It’s all long and regal looking!” Delia giggles. “I- I honestly just thought angels were weird. Kinda thought you might’ve been like a…lesser angel or something.”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, no, we're- we're not angels. Helen sure as hell isn't.." He grumbled that last part.
“Helen? Is she that pretty woman with the deeply unnerving voice?” Delia’s face erases itself and then appears again.
"hm? Oh, uh, yeah, she's the uh, the other Distortion. There's three of us, there's Michael, Helen, and then I'm the youngest-" He counted on his fingers as he named them. "You've seen me and Michael, Helen's uh, 'bout same height as us, black, usually wearing some sorta, like, office or business woman attire, I think."
The yellow halftone fades off her face, leaving only a blush red, as Delia giggles. “She’s pretty…”
"Don't." Oliver pointed at Delia, his expression stern. "You've met Michael, you've met me, Helen is worse than both of us combined. Trust me. Not worth it."
“Oh, you’re right…and I don’t want to burn in the fiery pits for all eternity.” Her face returns to normal. “You keep me sane, Olive.”
A tiny note finds its way on your desk. In neat cursive, it reads-
I’m lonely down here. Could you come keep me company? Honestly, just hearing you talk would be enough. You make me feel human. Thanks, Delia.
The sticky note, although entirely mundane, somehow just smells like the 80s. Coca Cola, popcorn, roller rinks, and hairspray. All wrapped up in one subtle aroma.
Oliver couldn't help but smile a bit as he read the note. It wasn't often he felt like someone actually wanted his presence- granted that was mostly just his self esteem issues, but still.
He made his way down to artifact storage soon enough, not too worried about being seen given how late it was. "Delia? I got your note, sorry if I took a bit-"
Delia is partway hanging out of her book, her 2-D presence clashing against the normal surroundings. She waves happily. “I learned a new trick, see! I’m basically real again.”
Oliver chuckled a bit as he sat down in front of Delia, waving back. "Nice. How's it feel?"
“Good. But I wanted to share the joy with you…I like being around you. You’re like a human teddy bear. You’re all soft and comforting but you’ve also got a scariness to you…like a bear.” Delia’s voice is weak from lack of true use, her speech only being ‘heard’ in speech bubbles since her entrapment, but she has a distinct valley girl accent. Her sketched features soften in a genuine smile. “You’re the first kid my age who didn’t make me feel like a total freak.”
Oliver shrugged, letting out another slight chuckle. "I mean, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I did that. Been a damn freak my whole life, I just recently started looking like it."
Delia shakes her head. “Yeah, sure, but you make it cool. You’re like…one of the Lost Boys. You ever see that movie? With the vampires?”
Oliver shook his head, hugging his legs to rest his chin on his knees. "Heard of it, I think, but nah, never watched it. I'm assuming that's a compliment, though."
“I’d say.” She trails off and is silent for a bit before speaking. The air around her smells like a vintage shop. “…Can I dampen the mood?” Although her question sounds serious, her tone doesn’t change all too much.
Oliver shrugged, waving a hand for Delia to go ahead. "Yeah, sure, I ain't gonna judge."
“Why do the monsters pick who they pick? Based on you, I’d assume they prey on the vulnerable. Based on me, I’d assume they take whoever is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Based on what I hear from upstairs, it’s all some crazy interconnected conspiracy. So…what is it?” Delia’s coloration fades significantly.
Oliver was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor for a bit as he tried to think. Truth be told, he didn't really know much about it, either. "That's.. difficult.." He finally said, looking back over at Delia. "Different monsters pick different people for different reasons. Michael went after me because I was close to both death and losing my mind. It was basically a race between the spiral and the end, and the spiral was determined to win. He likely went after you, like you said, because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time- you'd be surprised how much of this shit it caused purely by bad luck. Meanwhile I go after people who make the mistake of walking alone. I follow them, make them paranoid, afraid. Make sure they know they're being stalked but never know who's stalking them. One thing all us monsters have in comment is fear. We need it to survive. Different types of monsters feed on different types of fear, but that doesn't change the fact that we all feed on fear."
“…You feed on fear? But you’re…no, you’re too nice to be a monster.” Her voice is shaky now. “But you’re kind, you’re not like him! He’s not kind. He’s mocking and cruel and…he’s evil. You’re not like him.” Delia sounds genuinely distressed, like her view of you is completely shattered.
"Delia, Delia-" Oliver put his hands out, trying to calm her down. "Easy, relax. Michael and I are different, yeah, but we're still the same creature. We function the same, we feed the same, hell, there's a reason we look the same. I do my best to be kind, yes, but unfortunately that doesn't change what I need to do to survive.. trust me, I wouldn't do it if I had a choice.."
Delia slips back into her book, a spiked bubble with expletive symbols pops up above it, she then comes back. “I…think I got over excited about the idea of having a friend. And forgot what we were. Are, rather. Am I gonna end up like you or him? Or am I just here? And, and is he feeding off me? Are you feeding off me?” She has a little stress symbol above her head like in manga.
Oliver chuckled a bit and shrugged, looking away with a bit of an awkward expression. "Eh, it's fine. Honestly it's nice knowing that there's someone who can just.. forget what I am for a bit. As for your worries, no, I don't think you'll end up like us, you're just.. here, I think. Nor am I making any conscious effort to feed on you. If I am feeding, then I'm unaware of it, but usually I can tell so I don't think I am. If anyone's feeding on you it is probably Michael, which unfortunately I can't do anything about."
Delia goes back to smiling. “Well, maybe next time I see him I’ll kick him in the nads. Instead of getting all light headed and giddy. I dunno what he does that makes me feel all safe and fuzzy around him. It’s weird…but nothing bad happens. We usually just dance to Sinatra.”
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, he can be pretty chill if you're around him enough. Kinda did the same to me back before he ate me. Like I said, his door followed me around for about a year and a half. I was goin' in and out of his hallways throughout that whole time. They felt safe. And I didn't feel so sick there. Then one day he just.. didn't let me out.." He trailed off for a moment, looking at the floor before shaking his head, looking back to Delia. "And now here I am. Hated him for it at first, but.. honestly it's been nice, all things considered. Not exactly how I imagined moving out, but hey, it works."
“I guess he kinda saved me too. In a way. I mean, I was gonna…I wasn’t planning on waking up the next day. I was just going to catch up on Wonder Woman and let that be my last moment. Something soft and nice. You know the rest.” Delia shifts a bit. “Michael. Guardian Angel. He’s not much like the good book describes but I’ll take what I can get.”
Oliver actually laughed at that. The thought of Michael being an angel, well.. it was funny. "Not that Michael. Very far from it, that just happens to be the name he uses. He used to be human, same as the rest of us. Michael was his name. Like I said before, he's got his own story. But I can see where you might get the whole angel idea. I think it's his hair-"
“Yes, the hair! It’s all long and regal looking!” Delia giggles. “I- I honestly just thought angels were weird. Kinda thought you might’ve been like a…lesser angel or something.”
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, no, we're- we're not angels. Helen sure as hell isn't.." He grumbled that last part.
“Helen? Is she that pretty woman with the deeply unnerving voice?” Delia’s face erases itself and then appears again.
"hm? Oh, uh, yeah, she's the uh, the other Distortion. There's three of us, there's Michael, Helen, and then I'm the youngest-" He counted on his fingers as he named them. "You've seen me and Michael, Helen's uh, 'bout same height as us, black, usually wearing some sorta, like, office or business woman attire, I think."
The yellow halftone fades off her face, leaving only a blush red, as Delia giggles. “She’s pretty…”
