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Here after finding out they changed SCP 166 for this shit... oh dear god a horror creative commons writing community wrote something eerie and disturbing A DECADE AGO
There was an uneasy silence as the weird kid kept walking, seemingly over entertaining Twilight's inquiries. Twilight was left with no other option but to follow him, else he loses sight of him too. Some part of him that felt worryingly like his inner wolf urged him to keep close, telling him something bad would happen otherwise. And so, Twilight did. Those instincts had kept him alive thus far, after all.
"Yeah" the kid muttered, low enough that were it not for Twilight's advanced hearing he may not have heard. "My big brother always says I tend to run off, and he has magic to locate people, so he tells me to stay put."
Their steps didn't falter. A slow, lulling rhythm. The crunch of leaves the only sound to echo around them. it unnerved Twilight.
"That sounds convenient."
And that 'big brother' would definitely need it, because the kid did everything but stay put. He jumped over rocks, kept turning directions seemingly at random and, if Twilight didn't see the confidence in the strides, he would almost think they were walking in circles. The kid, at ease even in such an eerie place, only hummed a tune that sounded vaguely familiar.
As they advances, the branches of the trees closed in, as if they were arms and hands reaching for those that lost their path, ready to snatch them away. Twilight walked a little faster, a tad closer to the other.
"So" talking, just to fill the silence. Just so Twilight didn't feel as if he were suffocating despite oxygen reaching his lungs just fine. "How did you end up in this forest?"
"How did you?"
The tone sounded almost accusatory. Defensive.
"Fair enough."
After all, Twilight didn't know either. It was all very... strange, for lack of a better word.
"Seems like we'll be stuck together for a bit."
"Mhm."
"So, what's yer name?"
That, out of everything, was the one thing that made the kid pause. Eyes wide, he stared at Twilight.
"I'm not giving you my name." Weird way to put it, but okay. Different eras and people had different customs. Perhaps that brother of his forbade him of sharing it with strangers. Reasonable. The wording was still rude, tough. "I guess you can call me Mask, at least for now."
"That's a weird name."
Mask shrugged.
Sighing, Twilight shrugged. "Fine. Be that way. Name's Twilight."
Wounded, Asriel stumbled home. He entered the castle and collapsed. His dust spread across the garden. The kingdom fell into despair. The King and Queen had lost two children in one night.
Pomni (referred to as 'Human' by the Underground) hikes the legendary Mount Ebott in search of a cheap thrill. After accidentally falling down an open cavern, she finds herself traversing the Underground in search of a way home...
also if u guys have any name ideas for the au that would be awesome sauce!!!!!!
Don't forget that in game, Proxi speaks - and thus is accompanying - little Time too! (Or Mask, as some of us call him during that). But despite how similar they look or how much company Proxi can offer, she will never be Navi
I think it would be a bittersweet feeling. Would lil Time wonders if that counts as replacing Navi? He would never, of course, but the thought could be there. The guilt, too
AKA "Gotham has a new vigilante, Eidolon: a phantom, spirit, or spectral double of a living or dead person. The batfam are absolutely not adopting this one." Or: how to acquire a new family member in 3 steps.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
This is definitely a trap.
A batburger - double beef patty, extra sauce, smelling like heaven - sits innocently on the ledge beside a stone-faced Batman. The vigilante is staring dutifully out towards the city... ignoring the burger, folded carefully out of its paper prison, beside him. Suspicious. Danny squints at Batman, the burger, back at Batman, back at the burger.
Then snatches it off the ledge and crams half of it into his mouth. And it is heavenly - tomatoes, lettuce, onion, beef, sauce, lightly toasted bun. Danny's immediately devastated when he's finished it. Only for Batman to pull out a box of night-nuggets and jokerized fries and nudge it towards him. And, well, Danny's cover is already blown. He shoves a handful of fries into his mouth.
Batman clears his throat. His voice is deep, raspy, oddly reminiscent of Lady Gotham but with a deeper timbre. "Thank you."
Danny nearly chokes on the night-nuggets, startled when Batman turns slightly so Danny's no longer just in his peripherals.
"You've been following us, helping when you think we won't notice. And while we appreciate it, you aren't trained like we are. Gotham isn't safe, especially not for metahumans. We know you mean well, Eidolon, but you need to stop - if not for your own safety, then for the people you could accidentally hurt." Batman's tone is surprisingly soft, almost apologetic. Danny crinkles the paper bag woefully empty of fries and stares at his hands. The gnawing ache of hunger is replaced by his core, adamantly refusing. Protect, protect, protect, it screams.
"I can't." Danny doesn't really know when his invisibility drops. But right here, Batman's soft voice sounding all too much like when his dad says I'm sorry, Dann-o, your mom and I wanted to make it but... it makes him feel like a helpless teenager who's in a situation he can't control and doesn't know what to do about it. He is. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to bother or hurt anybody. I never... asked for this. To be like this."
Danny studies his Lichtenburg scars. They spiderweb across his hand up his arm, disappearing under his hoodie sleeve. He looks up at Batman, realizing the man is already looking at him. "I don't know what to do. I don't have anywhere to go. I just know that I can't stop; even if it means I do it alone, I have keep protecting people."
Batman scrutinizes Danny silently for a couple of moments, as if trying to tell if he's is lying, before offering an almost amused huff.
"My children will never let me live this down." Batman sighs. At Danny's baffled huh?, Batman continues, "I have a contact at the DCF. Bruce Wayne. He's a registered foster parent and has several adopted children, one of whom is also a metahuman. He's safe. If you're willing... I can set up a meeting, even if it's just to discuss temporary housing."
And Danny may be a teenager, but he's not stupid. He's been in Gotham for weeks now. He can't survive off ambient ectoplasm and what little rest he can find perched on rooftops, even if he needs less food and sleep in his ghost form. Lady Gotham's rules be damned. (He trusts Clockwork will pull him out if he's really in danger. Plus, he thinks the creepy city spirit is somewhat fond of him. She probably won't curse him. Maybe.)
"Danny." He holds out a hand, "My name's Danny."
Batman's mouth twitches in a small smile as he shakes Danny's hand.
((Several months later, Bruce Wayne reveals himself as Batman and lets him into the Batcave. The batfam already have a training regiment for Eidolon. Tim is giving Danny a tour of the training facilities and pass by the showcases.
Danny: You had a dinosaur in your basement?!? This whole time?!?
Tim: Not our fault you didn't look in the basement.