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“The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. It is indeed a precious gift to understand the forces that guides oneself..." The Hierophant is a symbol of education, authority, conservatism, obedience to rules and relationship with the divine. You are a person who interprets sacred mysteries or esoteric principles. You are matured enough, quite wise and logical. However, you are somehow associated and obsessed with the past.

#OOC #Pretzel got shafted with this one cause everyone else gets these giant paragraphs about theirs #and the hierophant just has this little blurb #kiiinda peeved about that

Preparing the torso wasn’t too hard of a task at first; it merely required time was all. Time that he had plenty of thanks to how he had connected the tube containing the rest of the body parts up to the Core’s power system, sending magical currents through the fluid and preventing them from falling apart into their constituent dust.

But it was a simple matter. Saw off the extra limbs. Shear away the thin tissues holding the organs in place. Remove the innards like scooping the seeds from a pumpkin. All efficiently carried out as though he was performing a routine dissection rather than chopping apart a human to stitch together a literal monster.

The bits of flesh and fat that stubbornly clung to the bones was probably the most difficult part, but, with some scraping and cleaning, the bones laid as bare as if they had come from a skeleton monster. Hands then lifted and placed it in with the other parts before moving to clean up the absolute mess he had created—no sense in scaring his son right after his revival with a bloodbath. The torn, bloody scarf that had been on the body was considered for a moment before being discarded; it would only serve as a reminder of his other son.

Finally done, hands plunged back into the fluid to rearrange the parts, fitting them together into a whole. At the same time, that precious window of coding was drawn up, more hands moving along it, inserting the code for this body where it should be.

And yet, there was still one last thing that needed to be done. Like him, his son no longer had a soul—the void made certain of that—but he still had some substance to him even now, the culmination of his being that was tied to the void.

Using the code as a guide, Pretzel drew that culmination out of the void and it settled as a small black bundle in his arms, soft and velvety to the touch. Gently, oh-so gently, he placed it in the ribcage of the body he had put together and, once he made sure it was settled in, he closed the coding window and drained the tube of fluid.

And then, he waited.

#Blood #Gore

everyone's gonna know it was you, after all!

‘Hardly. Few people are even aware of my... existence, if we could call it that. Fewer still can actually do anything about me.’

#Anonymous

you're just using that as an excuse now. but, your victim has a lot of powerful friends. jsyk. ;)

‘...I will not even pretend to know what garbled mess you decided to say to me means, but you say the rest as though it MATTERS to me. You appear to assume that I will ALLOW myself to be caught.’

#(He old he don't understand internet acronyms)#Anonymous

wow. your morals really have gone to hell since you shacked up with your...'boyfriend'. tsk tsk. surely karma won't come back to bite you in the ass...

‘Leave HIM out of this. He has nothing to do with this. Anyway, are you saying that Sneaky should have gotten away scot-free for DELETING MY SON FROM EXISTENCE? Because it certainly sounds like that is what you are trying to tell me.’

#(Pretzel please)#Anonymous

i'd ask if you were proud of what you've done, but we know the answer to that

‘What I did in general was necessary. My son MUST return. However... I will admit that I had many options when it came to choosing just what parts to use. I certainly did not HAVE to use Sneaky for this, but... he deserved it. He deserves EVERYTHING that I make him do.’

‘Besides... you act like it is a CRIME to take pride in your work.’

#Anonymous

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“… OF COURSE.”

He knew where to take the rest of the… body parts. The old timeline, likely sitting abandoned, was his new destination. It wouldn’t be long - jumps never were.

And before Deci vanished into the multiverse, he heard the praise and smiled. He did a good job.

“… Guess he came through after all.” Flare found himself sitting at the ‘beginning’ of his world, backstory still largely intact but inventory lacking… again. With a sigh he pushed himself up.

“You really cut it close, Sal. I’ll let Cal know to start the reborn process.”

By the time Deci arrived, Pretzel was already laying the body out on a table while other hands rounded up the tools necessary for the job he had ahead of himself. He glanced up briefly when Sneaky came in, but only gave him enough attention to jerk his head in the direction of a tall tube full of some sort of fluid.

“This part still requires some... preparation before I can put it to use, but the others may go in there. After you do that, you are free to leave. I will have no further use for you in the near future.”

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“YES.”

It took him a long minute, but at last the self-destruct bit of code was disarmed. Deci sighed before standing up, shutting the code window.

“EVERY. ONE. OF THESE. WILL DETONATE ON. DEATH. FROM. AN OUTSIDE. SOURCE,” he finally explained, haltingly. And then the skeleton stepped aside, allowing Pretzel to better survey his prize.

“WHAT ELSE DO. YOU NEED. SIR.”

He wanted to hear that he had done well, that he had accomplished his task and had done it in a satisfactory manner. But first he had to make sure Pretzel didn’t have another order for him.

He approached and raked his gaze over the fresh corpse. The final piece of the puzzle he was putting together. Sure, there were a few... extra pieces attached to this one, but that was a simple enough fix once he got it back to the lab. Speaking of...

“The meeting point I spoke of earlier. We shall bring the parts there. And do be sure that you ensure you will unable to be tracked.”

The hands gripped harder, lifted the body off the ground as their owner ripped a hole into the Void. They drifted after him, but just before he slipped through to travel to his lab, he turned towards Sneaky and gave him a gentle smile... Or as much of one as he could give with those teeth.

“Oh, and good job. I really do appreciate your aid with this messy business.”

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“YES,” the enthralled monster droned. Soul magic grabbed the human, held him down. “THE LAST. PIECE. MUST BE. TAKEN.”

Flare only coughed as he was slammed into the dirt. It was pointless to negotiate. And clearly, Sal had failed him. His strength faded, blood staining his teeth as he stared up at the dull face of his co-creator.

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Pretzel watched it all with that wretched, gaping smile still on his face, clearly gleeful about the whole situation. He had no love for humans and every one who died made the multiverse just that tiny bit better in his eyes.

But, when Deci begun to dig into the code, he finally stepped closer, curious as to what he was doing. His taloned foot lightly gripped at the severed head of his quarry for a moment before tossing it aside. It would have been a valuable object of research, yes, but it was not what he had come here for.

Though he didn’t know precisely what Deci was doing, he knew a request for help when he heard one and, abruptly, skeletal hands appeared around him before moving forwards, pinning the body down for his puppet.

“Better?”

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“You’re not real,” Flare snarled, “you’re not MY brother!” His attention was locked onto the illusion, and the flare in his hand was hurled at it. A thin stream of blood trickled out of his mouth and dripped into the dirt.

He staggered, advancing towards Pretzel as a hand struggled to lift his revolver out of his jacket once more, ammo clinking into the barrel.

Another bone impacted his left knee, a shriek tearing through the night. Sneaky was finished with the Taken but his orders were still holding. The last piece…

“THE LAST. PIECE,” he droned. “WE. NEED. IT.”

The illusion wisped away into the nothingness that created it once the flare was thrown at it. At the same time, Pretzel kept his own gaze locked onto the wretched thing as he backpedaled away from it as hurriedly as he could without falling over.

But, when Deci had finally arrived, his teeth parted in a mocking, open-mouthed smile, clearly emboldened with his puppet’s presence.

...Though not enough to approach the human when he could still have more flares tucked away in hiding.

“You know what to do.” That mental voice crooned. A death sentence for this poor human.

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The human was scrambling to get back to his feet, magic bone attack jutting out of his skull right between his eyes. It looked wrong – it was wrong for him to still be up and moving about with that kind of injury, right?

There wasn’t any blood, not even a sign that anything (bone, tissue, etc.) had been broken. Nonetheless Flare was still injured and quite badly scrambled up in the head for the moment.

As the abomination stalked closer to him, Flare had enough sense to light another of his namesake. He waved it threateningly at his opponent.

“F-fuck off!” he slurred.

Pretzel could only ponder as to just how this human was still managing to even attempt to escape with an injury like that for a brief time before another of those flares was lit and waved in his face. Those teeth of his parted and he took a few steps back as a loud hiss rattled out from between his jaws, static nearly drowning out the noise.

However, rather than fully retreat, he decided to try another of his little tricks. Instead of some stitched-together abomination that emerged from the gloom, this time, it was an illusionary visage of Sneaky’s own brother. His head cocked to one side as he approached and he clearly looked concerned, though he remained quiet and well away from the flare as well.

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The Taken did not flinch, did not even seem to acknowledge the false weaponry. They swept in with their own blades and aimed to kill. Deci, accustomed to fighting enemies in this style, swept back and away before readying several bones.

A surge of muddied magic rippled through his bones before forming into projectiles that struck out. Their weak glow wasn’t enough to cause any damage to the Taken’s shields – not until Deci’s magic swelled out of sheer AUDACITY. He would kill them.

He would kill all of them.

Flare, meanwhile, was attempting to use the commotion to escape. He ran along the riverbank with flashlight in hand, still wincing from his injury. The skeleton monster finally put down one living shade and turned to see his quarry escaping.

But Pretzel didn’t have to give Deci the order to stop this runaway. A single bone was flung in his direction and the human, being only human, cried out and fell. It was too dark to see where he’d been struck, but at least the last one wouldn’t be escaping.

Not while Deci was dealing with the rest of the Taken.

While his puppet was busy fending off the Taken, Pretzel peeled the rest of himself away from the skeleton, allowing himself to solidify properly before his mismatched feet hit the ground.

And it truly was his actual feet that hit the ground rather than some fabricated illusion, claws peeking out from under the hem of his robe for anyone who was able to see them. The rest of his usual illusions had been done away with as well, leaving his stitched-together skull and toothy maw visible.

Not that he minded for once. No, he still knew full-well why he was here and revealing his true appearance would serve to horrify Flare marvelously. So, assured that Deci would draw the attention of any enemies still standing towards himself, he shambled off to where Flare had fallen.

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Deci didn’t seem to register that anything was wrong - didn’t even try struggling once Pretzel was momentarily torn away from his soul. He stood there, obedient – waiting for orders.

The noise, though, brought a large amount of Taken rushing from the trees. Did they care that one of their targets was a walking, talking skeleton? Absolutely not. With hatchets, axes, and knives brought to bear the small group fell upon both human and monster.

Or. Tried to, in the human’s case - but the flare was too bright for them to risk stepping in. One of the Taken clutching a hatchet hurled it instead, striking Flare’s shoulder as he attempted to dodge out of the way.

“FUCK!” was his very angry response. Flashlight back in hand he had to swap for the revolver, though it wasn’t too difficult to put down these creatures. Deci… Deci would be another matter entirely.

Still, Flare had been taken badly off guard and the way his hands were shaking betrayed that.

“KILL THEM!”

Came Pretzel’s enraged, panicked mental shout, delivered straight to Deci’s mind. An order for his puppet to obey. Meanwhile, a barrage of weapons appeared in the air—swords, axes, javelins—and shot down to bury themselves in the ground before the Taken. Illusions meant to deter, not to harm.

He had never been very good at combat and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass. But then... that was what his dear little puppet was for, wasn’t it?

“KILL THEM ALL!”

#sneakyfont

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“God dammit–” Flare couldn’t both aim the shotgun and hold his flashlight at the same time. But there was a way to have light in the area until the creature was dispatched… whatever it was.

That was precisely when he lived up to his name, dropping the flashlight (it bounced harmlessly off the stony ground) and grabbing a flare from his jacket. As soon as it was lit he tossed it on the ground and took aim at the beast, still keeping an eye on Deci and his… passenger.

“Yeah? Let’s see how much you like getting shot!” And without further ado he immediately turned the gun on his possessed co-creator and squeezed the trigger. Sure, like he was gonna just take out the thing and leave its creator intact!

“FUCK YOU!”

The shotgun blast didn’t do much to a being with such an obscenely high HP value, but the flare was a different story entirely. As soon as it was tossed his way, an otherworldly screech echoed out through the forest around them, static warping and twisting the noise into something inorganic.

The ooze writhed and squirmed, trying to pull away from the bones it had twined itself around. Deci’s soul was even uncovered in its desperate bid to retreat, offering him some measure of control over his body once more. The beast dissipated into thin air as soon as its creator grew distracted by the flare, revealing it for the illusion it was.

The sludge, meanwhile, coalesced above Deci, still attached to him by the shoulders. The mass loomed over him, unmistakable crescent smile parting in an expression of rage as two purple points lit up approximately where eyes should be.

“HOW DARE YOU.”

Was what he meant to say, but all that came out was an incoherent garble of static.

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Human teeth were bared in response as Flare recoiled as much as he can. His foot almost slipped off the riverbank but he barely regained his footing in time.

“Jesus fuck!” the cookie swore, gripping his flashlight all the tighter. Was he frightened by what he had seen, or by the slip-up that had almost sent him into the rushing water? Maybe both.

“Sal! I’ve got a visual can you hurry the fuck up!” he snapped, before turning his full attention to the unholy combination of Deci and god-knows-who-else. “Fuckin’ parasite! You can’t take any parts from me that aren’t human, so fuck off!”

No use in even considering the revolver. Flare shelved it in favor of the shotgun. God, why did it look like a Taken? Why did it have to look like a Taken? “Drop the fuckin’ pleasantries, we both know what you’re here for!”

An idle shrug as he strolled towards him, seemingly unfazed by the weapon that Flare had chosen for this. “As you wish. Though, I will say that it does not matter to me that you are human. I am well accustomed to little... challenges like that in my line of work.”

The purple “eye” flicked to the side, drawing attention to a shadowy beast slinking out of the darkness beside him, a chimeric abomination of woodland animals. The powerful paws of a bear, horns of a stag, and jaws of a wolf attached to a body stitched together from all three of them, all black as the ooze that had overtaken Deci. It slavered and snarled as it approached Flare, obviously set on tearing into him as soon as it was able to.

“Let us see how accustomed you are to challenges, hm?”

#sneakyfont

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Flare waited.

There was a sort of dread in waiting that he never found particularly palatable. He hated it, in all honesty – having to stand around, never knowing when whatever he was looking for would show up and then (of course) try to kill him. Really.

It was hard being the ‘main character’ of a timeline. Very hard. Like playing a game blind and not being able to die once, or it’s gone forever. Takes a lot of maneuvering, a lot of second-guessing and planning ahead.

The hidden function ticked away in his body, like it did all the others. Flare strained his eyes against the darkness in an almost futile attempt to see, but it wasn’t anything familiar that drew his eye.

No, it was movement. Immediately the flashlight was brought to bear on the possible culprit. It was useless and stupid to shout ‘who’s there’, so Flare kept his voice absolutely still.

And, oh, he probably wished that he hadn’t revealed the monstrosity shambling towards him.

It was his co-creator alright, but pitch black sludge marred the whiteness of his bones. It twined around them, shifting as it curled around his arms and legs, radiating outwards from his hidden ribcage. Some of it had even breached his skull, oozing and dripping out of his mouth.

But, when the light fell upon him, his sockets lit up with magic. The right one, the usual orange color, but looking far muddier, more ill than normal. The left, meanwhile, was purple, a dark color just as sickly-looking as Sneaky’s.

His grin twisted around the ooze leaking out of him and, oh, that sort of smile should not be on a Papyrus’ face. When he spoke, there was static and an odd reverb laying beneath his words.

“Pleasant night, is it not?”

#sneakyfont

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Sneaky stared at Pretzel as he spoke of frightening him and an idle thought rose – that he shouldn’t be doing this, that terrorizing his own cookies wasn’t… right. It wasn’t right, none of this was right. But just as quickly as the thought coalesced it was dismissed. Flung aside, practically…

And then the other was approaching him, beginning to liquefy. Somehow he knew what Pretzel wanted, what he intended – and Sneaky relaxed. He was so pleased that he was going to be useful! And even more than that, his puppetmaster wanted to work personally with him!

“…Yes sir…” he droned. “We will work. Together.”

And Sneaky surrendered himself to Pretzel’s will entirely.

“Fine. Fine! But when this goes to hell, I’m blaming you for it!” A quick inventory check – 36 bullets for the revolver, 14 for the shotgun. 7 batteries. And 4 flares.

“This is not gonna be enough.”

Sliding into him was leagues easier this time around than the first time he had done so. Of course, the first time, he had been kicking and screaming as Pretzel’s very being smothered his soul until he finally gave in. Now... now he was much nicer about it. Quieter. So very eager and willing to carry out any of his wishes.

Sneaky was definitely worth the effort.

Once he had himself settled in, Pretzel allowed some of the goo to be visible, oozing out between and around bones. There was no point in stealth. Not for his purposes, anyway.

And so, after a few moments to grow reaccustomed to the body, Pretzel headed off towards the poor cookie he was planning on harvesting.

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