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💬BLOG LIST💬

Blogs That Still Exist:

(not necessary active so be mindful)

@tcoti-archives

@tcoti-cheese-grater

@anti-alchemy

@cinnamercy-poly-blog

@the-choir-of-new-arrivals

@justice-for-error

@dreamisconcerned

@buff-molly-tcoti

@alchemydeservestorture

@gradient-gamer

@graceyisbestship

@vincent-is-a-coward-tcoti

@a-new-beginning-a-tcoti-blog

@cross-is-here-too

@groundcross

@casey-is-babey

@council-of-the-cats

@antijail-should-be-canon

@antijail-shipkid

@another-antijail-child

@revoloutionary-blogverse

@radiohell-shipchild

@statics-revoloutionary-child

@brother-of-the-second

@tales-of-the-heartless

@omg-stewart-is-bacc

@blogverse-mori

@blogverse-mori-but-hotter

@blogverse-battery

@chouette-de-la-flore

@summett

@tcoti-memes

@team-alchemy

@t-error-the-babey

@other-t-error-the-babey

@bird-that-sits-on-alchemys-desk

@molly-is-the-angel

@hellwouldbeamercy

@hell-would-be-a-mercy

(deleted blogs are under the cut)

The Dearly Deactivated:

@a-static-filled-tcoti-blog

@alch-gang

@tcoti-blueberry

@a-tcoti-garfield

@council-of-the-buff

@blogverse-lorel

@pro-alchemy-tcoti

@blogverse-bartender

@buff-molly

@buff-tcoti-reaper

@tcotireaper

@alch-meh-y

@ink-bae

@council-of-the-dogs

@the-confused-council

@archives-roomba

@antis-roomba

@bv-henry-the-hoover

@furry-casey

@alch-should-go-to-jail

@eh-murder-y

@tcoti-groundhog

@pj-isnt-impressed

@the-donkey-from-tcoti

And that’s the full list of blogs! If I missed any blogs please let me know, I just need the correct url to put down

Also hope I didn’t startle the absolute piss out of slumbering blogs, feel free to ignore this, if not then reblogs would be appreciated!

[is-this-the-real-slime]

Onceler Ercy pls

I felt nothing when I drew this, plez don’t hurt me-

[tcoti-archives]

Wh-Why would you do this to them??

[tales-of-the-heartless]

I cannot seem to comprehend this.

[chouette-de-la-flore]

I...I don't know what to think anymore....

[council-of-the-cats]

We have officially made it to our lowest point. My friend never did anything wrong to you, yet... You decide to do this to them?

What a foul creature you are indeed.

[casey-is-babey]

Personally I think they look better this way. Alot better than fucking dead.

[cross-is-here-too]

*FRANTICALLY WRITES FANFIC*

[buff-molly]

HOE, YOU GOOD?????

[blogverse-lorel]

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Somewhere in the afterlife, Ercy is hit with the sudden inexplicable urge to burst into song.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!

Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You're right

They deserve so much better

[tales-of-the-heartless]

YOU- I... THEY..!

*He didn't know what to say.*

....

*Hollow glared at Ercy.*

Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I know what you meant

You are intelligent enough

Smart enough

Strong enough

You are mine, after all

I am only sorry that I gave you some of my

less desirable traits

Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers

You don't have the years to waste

I had eternity

and I still learned too late

[tales-of-the-heartless]

But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Things don't work like that

This?

They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed

Temporary

I have always been temporary

I am forever

But I am not meant to last

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... If only that wasn't how it worked...

I still don't understand why you're here. Because this... Whole meeting felt pointless. Useless.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am

sorry

you feel that way

I only want you to understand

They drift closer to Hollow and reach for him, hand curving gently to cup his face as they tilt his head up and just look at him for a moment. Their eyes are pure golden now, almost painfully bright to look at and yet oddly comforting at the same time.p

If you do not want our meeting to be pointless

Then remember

Remember what I have said to you

and try to understand

They press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Where their mouth touches his skin, a shining golden mark appears. It is reminiscent of the sun, or perhaps a flower, circular with several sharp points radiating outward.

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*Hollow stood still, looking down at their mother. They were still very much confused, especially when Ercy gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead. He felt an emotion that they... couldn't seem to identify.

He didn't like it one bit. They hated this emotion. This confusion. To them, it was ovewhelming. But Hollow wasn't sure of what they could do other than back away. They didn't want to do that.*

Wh-what are you doing?

*That was all Hollow could manage to say and do. It was tempting to touch the hand that had cupped his cheek, just to see what would happen. But that didn't seem wise to Hollow.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They tilt their head ever so slightly to one side and hum softly, regarding the mark with quiet curiosity.

A reminder.

I am

sorry

that I left you

All of you

I believe you would have benefitted from my presence

They let their hand drop and raise their head to look around the gravesite with something akin to hope shining in their eyes.

Where

is your father?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

He's... He's sleeping. *They then pointed at a wounded archivist laying near a tree. Not too far away from him would be Blossom.*

O... Over there.. They got pretty banged up when everything was destroyed.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Ercy drifts away from Hollow and towards the two prone figures. Their form is softer now, fading fast. It is clear they cannot remain much longer.

They kneel beside the wounded archivist and gently stroke his face.

Archive... My dearest

They know he cannot hear them

I am

so sorry

Please, stay strong

You are so good, so brave

I will wait for you

They kiss his cheek. Another golden mark appears, similar to Hollow's, but softer and more curling, gentler. They linger for just a moment longer before turning to Blossom. They whisper a goodbye, then something else so softly it is inaudible.

Then they are gone, as though they were never there at all.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!

Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You're right

They deserve so much better

[tales-of-the-heartless]

YOU- I... THEY..!

*He didn't know what to say.*

....

*Hollow glared at Ercy.*

Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I know what you meant

You are intelligent enough

Smart enough

Strong enough

You are mine, after all

I am only sorry that I gave you some of my

less desirable traits

Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers

You don't have the years to waste

I had eternity

and I still learned too late

[tales-of-the-heartless]

But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Things don't work like that

This?

They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed

Temporary

I have always been temporary

I am forever

But I am not meant to last

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... If only that wasn't how it worked...

I still don't understand why you're here. Because this... Whole meeting felt pointless. Useless.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am

sorry

you feel that way

I only want you to understand

They drift closer to Hollow and reach for him, hand curving gently to cup his face as they tilt his head up and just look at him for a moment. Their eyes are pure golden now, almost painfully bright to look at and yet oddly comforting at the same time.p

If you do not want our meeting to be pointless

Then remember

Remember what I have said to you

and try to understand

They press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Where their mouth touches his skin, a shining golden mark appears. It is reminiscent of the sun, or perhaps a flower, circular with several sharp points radiating outward.

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*Hollow stood still, looking down at their mother. They were still very much confused, especially when Ercy gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead. He felt an emotion that they... couldn't seem to identify.

He didn't like it one bit. They hated this emotion. This confusion. To them, it was ovewhelming. But Hollow wasn't sure of what they could do other than back away. They didn't want to do that.*

Wh-what are you doing?

*That was all Hollow could manage to say and do. It was tempting to touch the hand that had cupped his cheek, just to see what would happen. But that didn't seem wise to Hollow.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They tilt their head ever so slightly to one side and hum softly, regarding the mark with quiet curiosity.

A reminder.

I am

sorry

that I left you

All of you

I believe you would have benefitted from my presence

They let their hand drop and raise their head to look around the gravesite with something akin to hope shining in their eyes.

Where

is your father?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!

Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You're right

They deserve so much better

[tales-of-the-heartless]

YOU- I... THEY..!

*He didn't know what to say.*

....

*Hollow glared at Ercy.*

Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I know what you meant

You are intelligent enough

Smart enough

Strong enough

You are mine, after all

I am only sorry that I gave you some of my

less desirable traits

Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers

You don't have the years to waste

I had eternity

and I still learned too late

[tales-of-the-heartless]

But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Things don't work like that

This?

They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed

Temporary

I have always been temporary

I am forever

But I am not meant to last

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... If only that wasn't how it worked...

I still don't understand why you're here. Because this... Whole meeting felt pointless. Useless.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am

sorry

you feel that way

I only want you to understand

They drift closer to Hollow and reach for him, hand curving gently to cup his face as they tilt his head up and just look at him for a moment. Their eyes are pure golden now, almost painfully bright to look at and yet oddly comforting at the same time.p

If you do not want our meeting to be pointless

Then remember

Remember what I have said to you

and try to understand

They press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Where their mouth touches his skin, a shining golden mark appears. It is reminiscent of the sun, or perhaps a flower, circular with several sharp points radiating outward.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!

Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You're right

They deserve so much better

[tales-of-the-heartless]

YOU- I... THEY..!

*He didn't know what to say.*

....

*Hollow glared at Ercy.*

Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I know what you meant

You are intelligent enough

Smart enough

Strong enough

You are mine, after all

I am only sorry that I gave you some of my

less desirable traits

Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers

You don't have the years to waste

I had eternity

and I still learned too late

[tales-of-the-heartless]

But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Things don't work like that

This?

They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed

Temporary

I have always been temporary

I am forever

But I am not meant to last

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!

Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You're right

They deserve so much better

[tales-of-the-heartless]

YOU- I... THEY..!

*He didn't know what to say.*

....

*Hollow glared at Ercy.*

Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I know what you meant

You are intelligent enough

Smart enough

Strong enough

You are mine, after all

I am only sorry that I gave you some of my

less desirable traits

Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers

You don't have the years to waste

I had eternity

and I still learned too late

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!

Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You're right

They deserve so much better

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[tales-of-the-heartless]

How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!

And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They are yours in a thousand ways

Your memories, your history

Your teachers, your guides

Your enemies

and your victims

They can be anything to you

They can be everything for you

And in turn, you

are theirs

Whether they want you or not

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Well... Its certainly pointless...

Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They grinned

You say that like it matters

Death?

Pfft

Here I am

Dead, gone, and right in front of you

You should be concerned with the living

Whether you want them or not, they

are yours

I know you

I used to be you

We?

We are one and the same

You and I

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

*They hissed at Ercy.*

And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

I am the only one

who can

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

... Ercy.

Your name is Ercy, I believe.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Close

but

not quite

I am

Hell Would Be A Mercy

and all that it implies

They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.

Do you think

hell is mercy?

Do you think

hell is kind?

Do you think

I do not know

exactly how you feel?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[tales-of-the-heartless]

Nothing. Other than that...

These people don't mean much to me.

I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.

[hellwouldbeamercy]

They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.

Dissapointing

But

I am not sure

it is all your fault

Tell me

child

do you know my name?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[tales-of-the-heartless]

.... Wait....

Y-You're-!

*Hollow's red eyes widened.*

M... Mother....?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

You are not as blind as your actions make you seem

What do you have

to say for yourself?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised

[tales-of-the-heartless]

L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...

Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!

*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.

Is anyone

ever

in the mood for you?

Do you

care?

I begin to see

where all the things I forgot

have gone to

[hellwouldbeamercy]

Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.

Two shining red eyes slide open.

@tales-of-the-son

You

do not deserve what you have

should know better

are no son of mine

Hollow

a fitting name indeed

[tales-of-the-heartless]

What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?

[hellwouldbeamercy]

The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.

You do not know me?

Somehow

I am not surprised