Pyramid Head

RP/ask blog- 18+ only- open asks/RP

[helmoftheguilty]

"He who is not bold enough to be stared at from across the abyss is not bold enough to stare into himself."

A scrape of metal. The sound of ragged breathing from behind a heavy mask. A large figure off in the distance.

Your guilt is here.

Will you be able to overcome it?

Or will it be your downfall?

About muse:

-A dbd/silent hill crossover

-this muse is will not speak but internal thoughts will be italicized in writing

-this muse is intended to be played as close to cannon with some HC

-do not ship my muse with yours unless you have express permission

Rules:

-this is an RP/Ask blog

-18+ only please

-open to RP

-open asks

-No NSFW, small mentions are fine but over the top WILL be ignored

About mun:

-mun is 18+

-life is busy, don't pester for responses please

-works full-time and is a full-time university student

Follows come from @thatcatghostinred

Dividers by @jjaksclayton

Tags:

#barbed wire heart - PH x Ram

#Judgment of guilt- General RP threats

#guilted silence- art reblogs/general reblogs

#not guilty- ooc posts/mun speaks

#helmoftheguilty-general tag

[helmoftheguilty]

Wrought Iron Stake Through A Barbed Wire Heart

[Continued from here with @xxxlostinthefogxxx ]

[Image by BHVR Interactive]

The stirring pulled him out of his trace. His Little Ram felt panic and too hot to the touch. They are practically shaking and they talk in their sleep. The sleep talking would have been cute if it weren't for the words they cried out.

His large hands shook them gently to attempt to wake them from their slumber. He couldn't get them to wake as sobs and pain filled their body. Who had hurt his Little Ram to the point they cried.

Guilt crashed over both of them as it filled his Little Ram. No... this wasn't true... was it? Surely it was another emotion. Then yet another wave filled them. It was deep in their bones. Even worse they had yet to face it.

Barbed wire sprouted from him to wrap around them. It cut into their skin as it spiraled around them. This felt like wrought iron through his cold barbed wire heart. It was cold and ugly. He couldn't control what happened next. The entity screamed at him to punish them, to make them his Little Ram atone for their guilt, to punish.

He didn't want to, he begged even for this fate not to be true. However, the guilt kept sounding like an alarm in his helmed head. He called up a cage of atonement, as it took their form in front of him. He was sure to make it at least less flesh piercing. He watched as tue stirred. Should they face their guilt, perhaps they could be free.

Why did all humans carry this emotions? He caressed their face through the cage one last time as he awaited them to wake

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The scream that comes from them shatters his heart, they awake in a panic, squirming, trying to move, their clearly still out of it,

"Honey? Honey?" they call, shaking against their cage, slowly breathing as they come too, hands shaking. finally they seem to understand where they are, and what has happened. "Pyramid head?" they muttered looking at him with still tear filled eyes, "what happened?"

[helmoftheguilty]

The scream that was ripped from them piereced what small piece of his heart the other brought forth. The helm turned away from them as he felt their pain and panic. The Great Knife now present in his grasp once more, prepared for the punishment. he was tied to his purpose after all. What he was not prepared for was his attachment to fight his primary directive. Never before had a human's scream bothered him until now.

Honey? Surely they were not talking about himself. Did they mean someone else they are involved with? Perhaps it was someone better than himself. Or perhaps they were the ones who hurt them.

He wanted to turn away and leave them so he didn't have to face the betrayal he felt in them. It replaced the guilt inside them, it hurt worse than any pain he's experiencing through another. Their eyes glassy from their tears as a few streamed down their face.

'You hide your guilt well but the truth has a way of finding you. Do all humans lie like this? Do they always deceive themselves and others?' His connotation symbolic to that of pain that one would see a person who just learned a hard truth. His helm lowered so that his gaze no longer meant their's. His hands shook as he signed like he was hesitant in his words, 'You...must face your guilt.... it... consumes you...Ram. It's worse...than James'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Cw// Panic Attack, Vague mentions of injury, implied to be Rams fault (I will inform you It is not)

"I dont, i dont remember what im guilty of, i promise, i dont, I cant remember, I promise, I just keep having these dreams." They Sob, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." They try trying to remember something, anything. "Please, you cant, I dont know what im guilty of, what I've done. I just, keep remembering standing over her, my hands are all bloody and their loading her into the ambulance, and they keep asking me what happened, but I dont know," his sobs get louder, before turning almost silent, Ram is slowly struggling to breath, panic overtaking them.

Its guilt, yes, but a different kind, this isnt Jame's. "I dont, Im sorry, Im so sorry, i dont remember anything about my life, please believe me." Its the truth, " The words get more and more hysterical, slowly becoming completely nonsensical

[helmoftheguilty]

They... his... Ram...Ram was making it much harder than it needed to be. Guilt bleed from them much like the blood within them. Blood beaded around the barbed wire where it make an intrusion into their skin. It would all be over should they just atone, accept what they had done, move on even.

Their decit would not go unpunished, they were guilty. They lied to themselves and him. He felt their pain, their confusion at the cage. The guilt receded like the tide from them replaced by panic as they struggled in their confines. It gnawed away at him to see them like this. Barbed wire grasped at his boots as he fought against his very being, his duty, and his newfound love for someone else.

He feel to his knees, his large hands grasping at both sides of the rusted metal helm. Their cries for help, their apologies were all to much. The barbed wire climbed him, threatening to take over. 'Accept what happened and I can let you out. It was not your fault.'

This guilt was stronger and formed differently from James'. They just had to let go of it. It didn't belong to them nor would it ever.

[helmoftheguilty]

Wrought Iron Stake Through A Barbed Wire Heart

[Continued from here with @xxxlostinthefogxxx ]

[Image by BHVR Interactive]

The stirring pulled him out of his trace. His Little Ram felt panic and too hot to the touch. They are practically shaking and they talk in their sleep. The sleep talking would have been cute if it weren't for the words they cried out.

His large hands shook them gently to attempt to wake them from their slumber. He couldn't get them to wake as sobs and pain filled their body. Who had hurt his Little Ram to the point they cried.

Guilt crashed over both of them as it filled his Little Ram. No... this wasn't true... was it? Surely it was another emotion. Then yet another wave filled them. It was deep in their bones. Even worse they had yet to face it.

Barbed wire sprouted from him to wrap around them. It cut into their skin as it spiraled around them. This felt like wrought iron through his cold barbed wire heart. It was cold and ugly. He couldn't control what happened next. The entity screamed at him to punish them, to make them his Little Ram atone for their guilt, to punish.

He didn't want to, he begged even for this fate not to be true. However, the guilt kept sounding like an alarm in his helmed head. He called up a cage of atonement, as it took their form in front of him. He was sure to make it at least less flesh piercing. He watched as tue stirred. Should they face their guilt, perhaps they could be free.

Why did all humans carry this emotions? He caressed their face through the cage one last time as he awaited them to wake

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The scream that comes from them shatters his heart, they awake in a panic, squirming, trying to move, their clearly still out of it,

"Honey? Honey?" they call, shaking against their cage, slowly breathing as they come too, hands shaking. finally they seem to understand where they are, and what has happened. "Pyramid head?" they muttered looking at him with still tear filled eyes, "what happened?"

[helmoftheguilty]

The scream that was ripped from them piereced what small piece of his heart the other brought forth. The helm turned away from them as he felt their pain and panic. The Great Knife now present in his grasp once more, prepared for the punishment. he was tied to his purpose after all. What he was not prepared for was his attachment to fight his primary directive. Never before had a human's scream bothered him until now.

Honey? Surely they were not talking about himself. Did they mean someone else they are involved with? Perhaps it was someone better than himself. Or perhaps they were the ones who hurt them.

He wanted to turn away and leave them so he didn't have to face the betrayal he felt in them. It replaced the guilt inside them, it hurt worse than any pain he's experiencing through another. Their eyes glassy from their tears as a few streamed down their face.

'You hide your guilt well but the truth has a way of finding you. Do all humans lie like this? Do they always deceive themselves and others?' His connotation symbolic to that of pain that one would see a person who just learned a hard truth. His helm lowered so that his gaze no longer meant their's. His hands shook as he signed like he was hesitant in his words, 'You...must face your guilt.... it... consumes you...Ram. It's worse...than James'

[helmoftheguilty]

Wrought Iron Stake Through A Barbed Wire Heart

[Continued from here with @xxxlostinthefogxxx ]

[Image by BHVR Interactive]

The stirring pulled him out of his trace. His Little Ram felt panic and too hot to the touch. They are practically shaking and they talk in their sleep. The sleep talking would have been cute if it weren't for the words they cried out.

His large hands shook them gently to attempt to wake them from their slumber. He couldn't get them to wake as sobs and pain filled their body. Who had hurt his Little Ram to the point they cried.

Guilt crashed over both of them as it filled his Little Ram. No... this wasn't true... was it? Surely it was another emotion. Then yet another wave filled them. It was deep in their bones. Even worse they had yet to face it.

Barbed wire sprouted from him to wrap around them. It cut into their skin as it spiraled around them. This felt like wrought iron through his cold barbed wire heart. It was cold and ugly. He couldn't control what happened next. The entity screamed at him to punish them, to make them his Little Ram atone for their guilt, to punish.

He didn't want to, he begged even for this fate not to be true. However, the guilt kept sounding like an alarm in his helmed head. He called up a cage of atonement, as it took their form in front of him. He was sure to make it at least less flesh piercing. He watched as tue stirred. Should they face their guilt, perhaps they could be free.

Why did all humans carry this emotions? He caressed their face through the cage one last time as he awaited them to wake

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It…happens, but no they don’t, they’re more like life partners, you share your good and your bads with them. there’s also certain brands of physical affection that come with it. I’m not the best person to explain it, i have a human brain issue that makes it difficult for me to understand emotions and describe it..” they sigh “wish i could be more helpful.”

They turn red again at that little confession, “sounds like possible romantic intentions, maybe, again i’m not the expert.” they reach up and boop the top of his mask, “your real cute you know that.”

[helmoftheguilty]

Life partners. Yes, that's what he was feeling, an attraction to them. He couldn't decern the emotion until they helped click the pieces into place. 'Yes, life partners would be agreeable, preferred with you Little Ram.'

That adorable red glow light up there cheeks again. They did it when he did something right it would seem. 'Yes, romantic intentions, only for you Little Ram.'

The helm felt warm now as if it came alive. Their touch made him feel alive instead of just a manifestation. He had never been called cute himself so it made him pause just a moment with uneven breaths that escaped. 'I was not made aware that until now'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they giggle a little, not expecting such a concession, “well your bold aren’t you, but i suppose that would be nice, hm.” he smiles, kissing the side of his helmet smiling, they like flustering him back “Your adorable, and very attractive and incredibly sweet,” they smile up at him, seeing if they can fluster him like he’s been doing to poor ram

[helmoftheguilty]

He supposed he was bold in the matters he never had to be fearful. He never had much in the way to loose up until now. He tended to set himself apart from humans. That was until today. 'I can communicate differently if you wish,' this time he casted the helm downwards towards the floor.

His body tensed at the kiss before the low purr began again. The purr almost a reflex to the gesture from them. He had no idea how to respond to the kiss or the compliments. His hands shook as he signed making the words slightly hard to read though his thoughts were extremely difficult to string together, 'I... Thank... oh...wow....'

Their smile truly was something to behold. Often times he saw frowns, scared faces, or tears. He stood there almost bewildered by the expression. When he snapped out of it his helm had that faint warmth to it once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Now you know how i’ve been feeling.” they smile looking so proud of themselves, “and the boldness doesn’t bother me, i enjoy it.” another cheek kiss just to see his hands shake a little again, “and you purr! oh my god, listen to that.” they giggle “That’s so cute oh my fucking god.”

[helmoftheguilty]

His hands did indeed shake more at the display of affection, the purr getting louder and deeper. His body felt warmer as the helm let steam from the newly acquired heat.

His usual stoic demeanor and immovable wall presence felt like it crumbled under the other's attention. He wished he could return the kisses but they way he could was... anything but normal. It would most likely scare his little Ram away. 'I... wish I could return... your affection the way you do but I cannot... it would be odd in... a human sense.' His hands continue to shake lightly.

'May I hold you again?' He wanted nothing more then them to accept so he could pull them close once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Of course, and i promise your affection will not scare me, I am well aware that it would not be a human way, That has not deterred me before.” they smile at him, letting themselves be held.

They slowly relax completely against his chest. For the first time in a while completely unguarded, comfortable, the draw on his arms with their finger as they sit like this, talking about on going projects and old bands they think they liked and the entity’s gifts to them.

[helmoftheguilty]

He happily wrapped his arms around his little Ram. He was glad they were not scared by him and his affection. His tentacle slipped through the crack in his helm to gingerly place a "kiss" on their cheek. It was much like a cat's tongue. It was the best he could do to kiss them.

The soft tracing of his arms to the way they relaxed in against caused him to relax as well. The soft chatter from them felt as if it was meant to be. As for The Entity's gifts, they were the most precious thing he has received, the unexpected Little Ram.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They gently touch the tentacle, curious about it, “M, should we go find a couch, you’d be good to lay on.” he smiles, “nice and warm comfy.” it’s been awhile since they had this true comfort, and their soaking it in, feeling safe for the first time, well, for the first time since they arrive here

[helmoftheguilty]

The purr cuts out for a second as the touch to the tentacle surprised him before he realized that they were curious. He kissed them again with it as the purr started back up.

He couldn't agree more than he wanted to cuddle some more. 'There are a few in the next couple rooms over. I will carry you there my Little Ram.' This time he scoops them up bridal style instead of over his shoulder like the first time. He carried them to the sofa and set them down just before it.

He lumbered over to it as he laid down, he was almost to tall for the couch. His helm propped up slightly on the couch's arm as it pushed forward slightly. His legs hung over the couch slightly. He opened his arms ready to cuddle once more with his Little Ram.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they make a very cute eep noise when he picks them up, "woah! goodness you strong," They really like this "i feel like a prince! I dont think anyone carried me like this." They happily flop down for cuddles, trying to mimic his little cute purr, this is total bliss at the moment, "im gonna start demanding cuddle tax by the way."

[helmoftheguilty]

He let's out a sigh that resembles his contentment as they cuddle with him. He had not rested since he was manifested into this existence. He could feel their warmth, the reverberation of the mimicked purr, and their relaxation of their form into him.

If this was what a true romantic partnership was, he wanted nothing more than this. He would gladly give the other cuddles anytime they should need them as this was one of his core directives now. He squeezed them slightly in acknowledgement as he slowly drifted into a trace, the closest he could ever be to sleeping.

[helmoftheguilty]

//ooc:

So I was wondering how PH could "kiss" someone for an RP and like I forgot that he has a tentacle. Ito himself also said made comments about (maybe not to a romantic extent but it does exist) Like it's perfect!

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

((The tentacle was perfect!!! totally forgot he had that

[helmoftheguilty]

((I know I was like how da heckles would dis work and me being the researcher 👓 I am was like ooohhh duh! Lol))

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It…happens, but no they don’t, they’re more like life partners, you share your good and your bads with them. there’s also certain brands of physical affection that come with it. I’m not the best person to explain it, i have a human brain issue that makes it difficult for me to understand emotions and describe it..” they sigh “wish i could be more helpful.”

They turn red again at that little confession, “sounds like possible romantic intentions, maybe, again i’m not the expert.” they reach up and boop the top of his mask, “your real cute you know that.”

[helmoftheguilty]

Life partners. Yes, that's what he was feeling, an attraction to them. He couldn't decern the emotion until they helped click the pieces into place. 'Yes, life partners would be agreeable, preferred with you Little Ram.'

That adorable red glow light up there cheeks again. They did it when he did something right it would seem. 'Yes, romantic intentions, only for you Little Ram.'

The helm felt warm now as if it came alive. Their touch made him feel alive instead of just a manifestation. He had never been called cute himself so it made him pause just a moment with uneven breaths that escaped. 'I was not made aware that until now'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they giggle a little, not expecting such a concession, “well your bold aren’t you, but i suppose that would be nice, hm.” he smiles, kissing the side of his helmet smiling, they like flustering him back “Your adorable, and very attractive and incredibly sweet,” they smile up at him, seeing if they can fluster him like he’s been doing to poor ram

[helmoftheguilty]

He supposed he was bold in the matters he never had to be fearful. He never had much in the way to loose up until now. He tended to set himself apart from humans. That was until today. 'I can communicate differently if you wish,' this time he casted the helm downwards towards the floor.

His body tensed at the kiss before the low purr began again. The purr almost a reflex to the gesture from them. He had no idea how to respond to the kiss or the compliments. His hands shook as he signed making the words slightly hard to read though his thoughts were extremely difficult to string together, 'I... Thank... oh...wow....'

Their smile truly was something to behold. Often times he saw frowns, scared faces, or tears. He stood there almost bewildered by the expression. When he snapped out of it his helm had that faint warmth to it once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Now you know how i’ve been feeling.” they smile looking so proud of themselves, “and the boldness doesn’t bother me, i enjoy it.” another cheek kiss just to see his hands shake a little again, “and you purr! oh my god, listen to that.” they giggle “That’s so cute oh my fucking god.”

[helmoftheguilty]

His hands did indeed shake more at the display of affection, the purr getting louder and deeper. His body felt warmer as the helm let steam from the newly acquired heat.

His usual stoic demeanor and immovable wall presence felt like it crumbled under the other's attention. He wished he could return the kisses but they way he could was... anything but normal. It would most likely scare his little Ram away. 'I... wish I could return... your affection the way you do but I cannot... it would be odd in... a human sense.' His hands continue to shake lightly.

'May I hold you again?' He wanted nothing more then them to accept so he could pull them close once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Of course, and i promise your affection will not scare me, I am well aware that it would not be a human way, That has not deterred me before.” they smile at him, letting themselves be held.

They slowly relax completely against his chest. For the first time in a while completely unguarded, comfortable, the draw on his arms with their finger as they sit like this, talking about on going projects and old bands they think they liked and the entity’s gifts to them.

[helmoftheguilty]

He happily wrapped his arms around his little Ram. He was glad they were not scared by him and his affection. His tentacle slipped through the crack in his helm to gingerly place a "kiss" on their cheek. It was much like a cat's tongue. It was the best he could do to kiss them.

The soft tracing of his arms to the way they relaxed in against caused him to relax as well. The soft chatter from them felt as if it was meant to be. As for The Entity's gifts, they were the most precious thing he has received, the unexpected Little Ram.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They gently touch the tentacle, curious about it, “M, should we go find a couch, you’d be good to lay on.” he smiles, “nice and warm comfy.” it’s been awhile since they had this true comfort, and their soaking it in, feeling safe for the first time, well, for the first time since they arrive here

[helmoftheguilty]

The purr cuts out for a second as the touch to the tentacle surprised him before he realized that they were curious. He kissed them again with it as the purr started back up.

He couldn't agree more than he wanted to cuddle some more. 'There are a few in the next couple rooms over. I will carry you there my Little Ram.' This time he scoops them up bridal style instead of over his shoulder like the first time. He carried them to the sofa and set them down just before it.

He lumbered over to it as he laid down, he was almost to tall for the couch. His helm propped up slightly on the couch's arm as it pushed forward slightly. His legs hung over the couch slightly. He opened his arms ready to cuddle once more with his Little Ram.

[helmoftheguilty]

//ooc:

So I was wondering how PH could "kiss" someone for an RP and like I forgot that he has a tentacle. Ito himself also said made comments about (maybe not to a romantic extent but it does exist) Like it's perfect!

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It…happens, but no they don’t, they’re more like life partners, you share your good and your bads with them. there’s also certain brands of physical affection that come with it. I’m not the best person to explain it, i have a human brain issue that makes it difficult for me to understand emotions and describe it..” they sigh “wish i could be more helpful.”

They turn red again at that little confession, “sounds like possible romantic intentions, maybe, again i’m not the expert.” they reach up and boop the top of his mask, “your real cute you know that.”

[helmoftheguilty]

Life partners. Yes, that's what he was feeling, an attraction to them. He couldn't decern the emotion until they helped click the pieces into place. 'Yes, life partners would be agreeable, preferred with you Little Ram.'

That adorable red glow light up there cheeks again. They did it when he did something right it would seem. 'Yes, romantic intentions, only for you Little Ram.'

The helm felt warm now as if it came alive. Their touch made him feel alive instead of just a manifestation. He had never been called cute himself so it made him pause just a moment with uneven breaths that escaped. 'I was not made aware that until now'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they giggle a little, not expecting such a concession, “well your bold aren’t you, but i suppose that would be nice, hm.” he smiles, kissing the side of his helmet smiling, they like flustering him back “Your adorable, and very attractive and incredibly sweet,” they smile up at him, seeing if they can fluster him like he’s been doing to poor ram

[helmoftheguilty]

He supposed he was bold in the matters he never had to be fearful. He never had much in the way to loose up until now. He tended to set himself apart from humans. That was until today. 'I can communicate differently if you wish,' this time he casted the helm downwards towards the floor.

His body tensed at the kiss before the low purr began again. The purr almost a reflex to the gesture from them. He had no idea how to respond to the kiss or the compliments. His hands shook as he signed making the words slightly hard to read though his thoughts were extremely difficult to string together, 'I... Thank... oh...wow....'

Their smile truly was something to behold. Often times he saw frowns, scared faces, or tears. He stood there almost bewildered by the expression. When he snapped out of it his helm had that faint warmth to it once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Now you know how i’ve been feeling.” they smile looking so proud of themselves, “and the boldness doesn’t bother me, i enjoy it.” another cheek kiss just to see his hands shake a little again, “and you purr! oh my god, listen to that.” they giggle “That’s so cute oh my fucking god.”

[helmoftheguilty]

His hands did indeed shake more at the display of affection, the purr getting louder and deeper. His body felt warmer as the helm let steam from the newly acquired heat.

His usual stoic demeanor and immovable wall presence felt like it crumbled under the other's attention. He wished he could return the kisses but they way he could was... anything but normal. It would most likely scare his little Ram away. 'I... wish I could return... your affection the way you do but I cannot... it would be odd in... a human sense.' His hands continue to shake lightly.

'May I hold you again?' He wanted nothing more then them to accept so he could pull them close once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Of course, and i promise your affection will not scare me, I am well aware that it would not be a human way, That has not deterred me before.” they smile at him, letting themselves be held.

They slowly relax completely against his chest. For the first time in a while completely unguarded, comfortable, the draw on his arms with their finger as they sit like this, talking about on going projects and old bands they think they liked and the entity’s gifts to them.

[helmoftheguilty]

He happily wrapped his arms around his little Ram. He was glad they were not scared by him and his affection. His tentacle slipped through the crack in his helm to gingerly place a "kiss" on their cheek. It was much like a cat's tongue. It was the best he could do to kiss them.

The soft tracing of his arms to the way they relaxed in against caused him to relax as well. The soft chatter from them felt as if it was meant to be. As for The Entity's gifts, they were the most precious thing he has received, the unexpected Little Ram.

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It…happens, but no they don’t, they’re more like life partners, you share your good and your bads with them. there’s also certain brands of physical affection that come with it. I’m not the best person to explain it, i have a human brain issue that makes it difficult for me to understand emotions and describe it..” they sigh “wish i could be more helpful.”

They turn red again at that little confession, “sounds like possible romantic intentions, maybe, again i’m not the expert.” they reach up and boop the top of his mask, “your real cute you know that.”

[helmoftheguilty]

Life partners. Yes, that's what he was feeling, an attraction to them. He couldn't decern the emotion until they helped click the pieces into place. 'Yes, life partners would be agreeable, preferred with you Little Ram.'

That adorable red glow light up there cheeks again. They did it when he did something right it would seem. 'Yes, romantic intentions, only for you Little Ram.'

The helm felt warm now as if it came alive. Their touch made him feel alive instead of just a manifestation. He had never been called cute himself so it made him pause just a moment with uneven breaths that escaped. 'I was not made aware that until now'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they giggle a little, not expecting such a concession, “well your bold aren’t you, but i suppose that would be nice, hm.” he smiles, kissing the side of his helmet smiling, they like flustering him back “Your adorable, and very attractive and incredibly sweet,” they smile up at him, seeing if they can fluster him like he’s been doing to poor ram

[helmoftheguilty]

He supposed he was bold in the matters he never had to be fearful. He never had much in the way to loose up until now. He tended to set himself apart from humans. That was until today. 'I can communicate differently if you wish,' this time he casted the helm downwards towards the floor.

His body tensed at the kiss before the low purr began again. The purr almost a reflex to the gesture from them. He had no idea how to respond to the kiss or the compliments. His hands shook as he signed making the words slightly hard to read though his thoughts were extremely difficult to string together, 'I... Thank... oh...wow....'

Their smile truly was something to behold. Often times he saw frowns, scared faces, or tears. He stood there almost bewildered by the expression. When he snapped out of it his helm had that faint warmth to it once more.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Now you know how i’ve been feeling.” they smile looking so proud of themselves, “and the boldness doesn’t bother me, i enjoy it.” another cheek kiss just to see his hands shake a little again, “and you purr! oh my god, listen to that.” they giggle “That’s so cute oh my fucking god.”

[helmoftheguilty]

His hands did indeed shake more at the display of affection, the purr getting louder and deeper. His body felt warmer as the helm let steam from the newly acquired heat.

His usual stoic demeanor and immovable wall presence felt like it crumbled under the other's attention. He wished he could return the kisses but they way he could was... anything but normal. It would most likely scare his little Ram away. 'I... wish I could return... your affection the way you do but I cannot... it would be odd in... a human sense.' His hands continue to shake lightly.

'May I hold you again?' He wanted nothing more then them to accept so he could pull them close once more.

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It…happens, but no they don’t, they’re more like life partners, you share your good and your bads with them. there’s also certain brands of physical affection that come with it. I’m not the best person to explain it, i have a human brain issue that makes it difficult for me to understand emotions and describe it..” they sigh “wish i could be more helpful.”

They turn red again at that little confession, “sounds like possible romantic intentions, maybe, again i’m not the expert.” they reach up and boop the top of his mask, “your real cute you know that.”

[helmoftheguilty]

Life partners. Yes, that's what he was feeling, an attraction to them. He couldn't decern the emotion until they helped click the pieces into place. 'Yes, life partners would be agreeable, preferred with you Little Ram.'

That adorable red glow light up there cheeks again. They did it when he did something right it would seem. 'Yes, romantic intentions, only for you Little Ram.'

The helm felt warm now as if it came alive. Their touch made him feel alive instead of just a manifestation. He had never been called cute himself so it made him pause just a moment with uneven breaths that escaped. 'I was not made aware that until now'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they giggle a little, not expecting such a concession, “well your bold aren’t you, but i suppose that would be nice, hm.” he smiles, kissing the side of his helmet smiling, they like flustering him back “Your adorable, and very attractive and incredibly sweet,” they smile up at him, seeing if they can fluster him like he’s been doing to poor ram

[helmoftheguilty]

He supposed he was bold in the matters he never had to be fearful. He never had much in the way to loose up until now. He tended to set himself apart from humans. That was until today. 'I can communicate differently if you wish,' this time he casted the helm downwards towards the floor.

His body tensed at the kiss before the low purr began again. The purr almost a reflex to the gesture from them. He had no idea how to respond to the kiss or the compliments. His hands shook as he signed making the words slightly hard to read though his thoughts were extremely difficult to string together, 'I... Thank... oh...wow....'

Their smile truly was something to behold. Often times he saw frowns, scared faces, or tears. He stood there almost bewildered by the expression. When he snapped out of it his helm had that faint warmth to it once more.

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It…happens, but no they don’t, they’re more like life partners, you share your good and your bads with them. there’s also certain brands of physical affection that come with it. I’m not the best person to explain it, i have a human brain issue that makes it difficult for me to understand emotions and describe it..” they sigh “wish i could be more helpful.”

They turn red again at that little confession, “sounds like possible romantic intentions, maybe, again i’m not the expert.” they reach up and boop the top of his mask, “your real cute you know that.”

[helmoftheguilty]

Life partners. Yes, that's what he was feeling, an attraction to them. He couldn't decern the emotion until they helped click the pieces into place. 'Yes, life partners would be agreeable, preferred with you Little Ram.'

That adorable red glow light up there cheeks again. They did it when he did something right it would seem. 'Yes, romantic intentions, only for you Little Ram.'

The helm felt warm now as if it came alive. Their touch made him feel alive instead of just a manifestation. He had never been called cute himself so it made him pause just a moment with uneven breaths that escaped. 'I was not made aware that until now'

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

======================================

It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they look a little sad at the loss of contact, they hadn’t realized how touched starved they had been till pyramid head had held them, and they really do miss it. they remain where they were watching his hands, relaxing from the purr. This was nice, really really nice.

“It’s so hard to explain, I don’t think I was very good at it in my old life…” they sigh, “Flirting is subjective honestly, just usually means your interacting with romantic intent.” they shrug, “it’s style varies from person to person.” They have foggy memories of people at party’s and shitty pick up lines, but, nothing that made their heart race like this.

[helmoftheguilty]

Their explanation was odd. The only point of reference he had for romantic relationships was Sunderland and he killed his romantic partner. He didn't wish to kill his little Ram. 'Don't humans often kill romantic partners? I will not kill you or hurt my Little Ram.'

He generally didn’t understand the concept of love. He's seen it end up in murder. If this was the emotion he was feeling, he didn't want it. He would not hurt them. He simply just wanted to be with them, to be near them. 'I want to be with you, not hurt you.'

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“It’s a term for someone attractive! oh!” they let themselves be pulled in, laying their head against his chest out of just sheer habit, delighted to be held

“You do know what flirting is right.” they finally mutter after a few minutes of what can be described as cuddling, their heart still racing, the occasional twitch and tic. but they are very happy with this position

[helmoftheguilty]

A purr like sound emitted in a low frequency from him. Punishment and guilt seemed to fade away into meaninglessness as he held his little Ram. If a being of pure emotion was enough to be attractive to this human, he was more than happy to be so to them. The embrace felt right, comforting even. It was almost as if it caused a missing piece to fall into place, one he had been missing since his manifestation.

He did not in fact know what they meant by flirting. He wanted to respond but a response of emtion almost akin to that of fear or dread filled him. If he were to let go, would they leave and never return? Would the entity ensure that their demise or ensure he would never see them again if they left?

He pulled tighter for a moment as if resigning himself back to his mundane drivers again before letting go to respond. 'That word is not in my vocabulary.'

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They could actually explode, Heart going a mile a minute, the finally gather themselves as he asks what idea they could be given, well i suppose gather is the wrong word, as Ram finally lets out a more high pitched then usual “Well ya know, this could be flirting, with humans, this is definitely flirting, which is why i’m so, ya know, cause hot guys don’t usually flirt with me” It’s clear their mouth is moving before their brain could catch up an temper their words.

[helmoftheguilty]

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't too sure what flirting was exactly. Sounded very human. Perhaps it was the want to be near to someone, the want to with someone.

'I'm not hot. My temperature is normal' he signed out of confusion for the last statement.

Their voice was high pitched, their heart raced. He wanted to hear their heartbeat closer. If this was flirting, then he indeed was. He pulled them close to his chest, the edge of rusted helm resting on top of their head.

He let out a sigh from with in the helm, it reverberated through his being. He felt their heartbeat race under their skin, alive and wonderful. He felt an energy within himself, not necessarily a heartbeat but as close as his being could get to emulating a living beings pulse.

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

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It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute they read those words they turn even redder, clearly malfunctioning, letting out an almost squeal before gathering themselves “you gotta be careful saying stuff like that, gonna give a guy the wrong idea.” They make no move to step away, kind of hoping he’ll get closer, but just a little too shy to test the waters any more

[helmoftheguilty]

The tone of red in their face was interesting. He had never seen anyone turn that color in a matter of minutes. He moved his arm and gently held their face just under their chin as he tilted it up towards him. The helm dipped slightly closer toward them as he looked at them. He held them like that for a mere moment before letting go.

'What idea am I give you my Little Ram?' He signed once he let go. Perhaps, the idea had to do with what they were feeling and their ever reddening face.

He wanted to hold this individual closer than they already were. His other thoughts seemed to be fuzzy and dulled by the other's presence. In the moment, his little Ram was the only thing that mattered.

[helmoftheguilty]

A Rusted Heart Guarded By Barbed Wire

[Closed Starter for @xxxlostinthefogxxx] [This shipping will be purely fluff between our two muses. This is SFW only!]

Silence too over as The Executioner stood in the school of Midwich Elementary. The place completely taken over by the entity's realm in which he now called home. Silence had over taken the school once more as the trial grounds reset themselves once more.

======================================

It was a relatively normal trial with home realm advantage. An easy playing field filled with those that needed punishment but his rite of judgement. Bared wire cages to encapsulate them enforcing the punishment that they all must endure.

All but one receive their final judgement, meeting their rightful ends as the entity up took their bodies into itself deeper. The one particular survivor that escaped his judgement puzzled him deeply. Their movements and mannerisms confused the large humanoid creature. The emotions he could sense from the also felt different. While fear still brimmed towards the surface, below it laid something else entirely.

That something was rather foreign to him. An emotion that he had not sensed in his line of work. He deeply intended to punish all of the creatures in his trial, though he had not expected the survivor to cause him stumble in his cause. After each encounter during the trial, he'd simply halt in his actions as he watched the other run away, sounds from the trial escaping them as the did so. At the end of the trial, he stood in the shadows as they jumped into the hatch, shadows swallowing them away from him.

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He stood there now, resting as he poured over his the trial, the entity scolding him for allow the other to escape. He ignored the entity as he secretly hoped he'd see the other again soon.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

CW// Self hatred Third paragraph

Pyramid heads prayers were answered by the sound of metal being dragged across the floor of the elementary school, Ram was currently pulling at some destroyed desks, taking the pieces of wood, and placing them in his brown bag. Next to them lays a box of brownies, freshly baked, there’s a few clear knife wounds in their shoulder an back, it’s clear they went through the trickster to get here.

Ram is, perhaps the best word is curious about pyramid head, they’d been spared, able to get hatch, hell pyramid head GAVE them hatch essentially, He’d seen the man watching from the shadows. And the kindness took them by surprise

Ram was certain they were guilty of something, that they had done something to deserve this fate, they must have, little memory’s pop up, lingering feelings of self hatered they can’t trace.

But there was no hate anger that usually came with survivors, they were familiar with pyramid head in his media, they knew he only punished the guilty, and their certain he is not trying to be malicious, there was likely no pleasure in what he does.

They saw him as they saw every other killer, a person doing a job, why hold anger when that’s technically all it is.

They were also perhaps a LITTLE flustered by him, but they would never admit that

They’re absorbed in work scavenging the destroyed area, taking things they know the entity will fix, occasionally muttering to themselves.

[helmoftheguilty]

Thoughts swirled as the silence took over. Why did he spare this individual? He was not one to question his core directive, his reason for existence. Now that he had made a contract with the entity, in doing so renewing his purpose for existence entirely. So why this one? He had never faultered before.

The sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floors sang out, signaling someone was within his realm. The Great Knife once again at his side as he dragged it heavily towards the noise coming from upstairs. The sound of it a subtle groan.

He approached the noise with footsteps that matched the heavy boots he wore. That's when he saw them, the survivor he couldn't bring himself to hurt. He watched curiously as they disassembled the desks within the broken elementary school.

As quiet as the creature could move, his hulking figure took up the entirety of the doorway, the apex of the helm having to dip forward in order to miss the top of the metal framing. He could sense no fear or resistance arising from them as he stood in the framing of the door. In fact, the only thing remained within them was that similar emotion from the trial.

He didn't know whether or not to disturb the other by making his presence known quite yet as their emotions shifted through along with their baseline. One of which emotions he was acquainted with that James Sunderland also emanated as well, hatred. Specifically the hatred of oneself. Another was confusion which he was also accustomed to.

As he ominously watched, he saw knife wounds that were etched through the other's shoulders and back. Small and precise little things that could be done by none other than the flashy annoying singer. That man seeped guilt in every ounce of his being and yet no accountability could be wrought. Seeing the other hurt bothered the monster in a way he could not understand.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry.” They land eyes on him, that deeper flustered feeling sinking in “Normally i wouldn’t bother you, but i uh, Forgive me, The wood and such from the desk, I uh, I also made you something, Do you eat? I hope so, as a thank you for sparing me.”

They pick at the thread on their sleeves, muttering under their breath about how they desperately need a new shirt. He could feel it, uncertainty under everything.

Would pyramid head even like the food, they should have asked around for what he thought was good, did he even eat? maybe they should have made a pie, pies are always better for this. Course they just grabbed what they could under the assault of knives, unfortunately it was the only consistent food place in the realm.

[helmoftheguilty]

There that other emotion was again, it followed itself with a higher thrumming pulse that deeply effected the heart rate. Almost as how fear ran its course through a human body. Though, it had a different frequency to it as it set a wildfire through the other's body.

The offer of food struck odd as he was a physical manifestation of an emotion, an executioner and punisher of said emotions. He never had the biological need to consume food to sustain himself. Emtions and his directive seemed to sustain his being.

He did not mind the other's presence though, especially since it was him. Nor did he care about the desks being taken apart. This school stood for something dark and painful. It was an ugly scar just as he himself was.

The other picked at the threads in their shirt, as another emotion crashed over them. Was it anxiety? Why? He had not done anything to bring forth this emotion, his muttering to himself brought with it.

The large creature lumbered closer in order to close the distance between them, the Great Knife scraping carelessly along the decrepit floors of the school. They were so much smaller than him as his stature stood at a tall 8ft to the tip of the helm.

The helm tipped downward in its gaze, indicating that he was staring at the other. Specifically, he glared at the wounds as sharp breaths escaped him muffled by the rusted metal that encased his head. He looked for an explanation from the other for their injuries. He also looked for permission to heal them.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“my goodness your tall.” they stare up at him, before sensing where his gaze was going, “Oh. I got these when i was getting the food, don’t worry about it.” From his new position he can see there’s one knife still lodged in, right in the middle of rams back, they’d never be able to get it themselves, he’d have to help. “Sorry i hope im not bleeding on your floor, i tried to patch myself up but i cant reach that far.” they sigh

[helmoftheguilty]

He was not worried about the blood on the floors. Rather he found himself more worried about who the blood came from. He was told not to worry about it but he did feel the pain they felt. He still didn't have permission to help them so he continued to stare.

The knife sticking out, he could grab it but it would cause pain. His stare remained trained on the wounds. He would indeed punish The Trickster for this and he wouldn't hold back. He didn't care if it led to his own punishment in the end.

He waited long enough while they continued to bleed and emit pain. Swiftly he picked the other up and swung them over his shoulder. He only hoped they would not struggle as he dragged them downstairs in order to take care of them. He dragged himself, the survivor, and the Great Knife towards downstairs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They yelp, turning bright red, tics getting more aggressive for a minute before they realize he isn’t going to hurt them. They know they can’t wiggle out of his grasp all that easily, and there’s no hooks around, best not to piss him off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going? Or….do i just have to trust you?” they ask him, they don’t expect a reply, more just talking out loud.

This is the last thing they had expected coming here, Pyramid heads never been one to pay attention to the survivors too much, from what they’ve heard anyways, so this new found interest in them was a little nerve wracking.

[helmoftheguilty]

The fear jolted through them and emitted in a yelp followed by the noises they made. An emotion ran through him, one that was foreign, one he shouldn't feel. It ate away at him as he thought the little noises where... he didn't know the expression for it. The way the heartbeat that shouldn't exist, rattled his chest.

It was true, he never took interests in the affairs of killers and further more, the affairs of survivors. He never needed to unless punishment was called for or the entity needed him to get involved. So why this one? Why did he seem drawn to them? He never did answer their question as he continued forward.

He continued downstairs until he reached the infirmary. He carefully took the other off his shoulder and placed them on one of the deteriorating gurneys haphazardly placed around the room. He made sure to stabilize them before leaving their side.

The creature ripped open the cabinets near by as they pulled various supplies needed for medical attention. He dragged them over standing behind the other, letting out a harsh breath instructing them to stay turned with their back to him so he could fix them up.

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They stay still, blinking in surprise, They weren’t expecting such a gentle put down from him, and they stay laid down.

“If you tear this shirt i will be very upset.” they tell him, “I assume you’re fixing me up, do you know? how to do that?” They twitch again, shoulders moving back and jostling the knife in their back a bit “Ow. Fuck.” they hiss “Sorry, can’t really stay still, i’ll try to warn you.” he sigh, getting comfortable as they lay.

Maybe they’re too trusting, maybe they just don’t fear much as an immortal Now. But they seem just fine in this scenario, someone else may have kicked and screamed but they know the eight foot man above them would likely get them before they could even get away. Besides. he’s yet to hurt them. All an all this was sweet

[helmoftheguilty]

They stilled as much as the could, enough for him to look at the injuries. They cried in pain as the knife moved in their back. He didn't like the sound that they made, it caused another new emotion of his own.

The best way to removed the blade was to do it quickly. One large hand gripped the knife as it wretched it free in one quick movement, flexing as he did so. The other hand apply a rough pressure to stop bleeding. The entity usually granted healing to survivors but seemed to have left wounds on this one.

He grabbed antiseptic to clean. He haulted before he applied antiseptic to each wound. He knew it would sting and cause the other pain. It made him hesitate in what he was doing.

He applied adhesive bandages over the sites to keep them clean, being extra cautious to not wreck the shirt anymore than it was. This task proved extremely difficult with his large hands, still he managed not to cause anymore harm.

He finished and let out a heafty sigh to indicate he'd finish. He laid out a new slightly worn shirt for the other to change into. He left to give them space to change as he waited beyond the door.

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They make small little hisses of pain, and more small yelps as he works, but they notice when he stalls seemingly worried about hurting them

“I’m just fine, don’t worry about me.” They smile over their shoulder a little bit, it’s tight, and clearly fake, but they do want to make him feel a little better.

They do talk to him as he works, it’s clear silence makes them uneasy, and they don’t seem to mind the lack of reply’s, they mostly just tell him about how their trying to patch up some of the floorboards in their house maybe, but they doubt it’ll work with the way it’s broke and the supplies they have

They are so grateful when it’s over. watching him slip away as they change into the new shirt.

Their still so confused, why the kindness, Pyramid head had no reason to spare them, and even less if a reason to treat their wounds. They desperately try to remember if they’ve done something in the past to earn this favor, but they keep coming up blank.

Maybe this was truely and act of kindness, or maybe a show of some sort of interest, maybe even flirting.

Ram scolds himself for such a thought, there’s no way in hell this was flirting, it was kindness, nothing more.

They finally walk back out to him “Thank you again for the help, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I, I’m ram, I know your called pyramid head by the survivors but do you have an other preferred way i refer to you?” they smile up at him.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other appears out of the infirmary dressed in the shirt he had given them, it looks nice on them, though he'd never say anything. One of his gloved hands is holding a bottle of painkillers and he offers them to the other should they need them. They had no use sitting in the abandoned cabinets nor did he have use for them.

He didn't mind the other's chatter as it swallowed up the silence around them. It made the work easier as he patched them up. They talked of different subjects, one of which was their lodgings here in this place. It must be one of the houses, though where, he was unsure.

His first name he had ever received by a living being was 'Red Pyramid Thing.' Though he was not a fan of the name nor the human that gave it to him. 'Pyramid head' was often used by others, though he didn't mind it. The entity referred to him as 'The Executioner'. He never really thought about a 'real name' He never really referred to himself as anything because he simply didn't need to, he just existed to carry out punishment and then meant to fade away.

Their name was Ram, what a wonderful name. He absorbed the information and swung the heavy Great Knife around until it dug through the concrete slab under them. Here he could draw with barbed wire and wrought iron. He depicted the nearby the constellation of Aries.

He looked at the other hoping they understood what he was trying to convey. He watched while curiosity filled him, yet another emotion that felt odd within him. He was not supposed to feel emotions created by himself. He also had another emotion that he could not place yet either that he felt while being with Ram.

He rest the Great Knife behind him once more as he idled near the other. Something in him wanted to protect them, to be near them, and he was unsure of what to do for the first time since his manifestation.

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“Yeah the Ram! I always liked the stars, i do really miss them!” they grin at him, having to turn their neck up to fully look at him, it’s rather adorable, Even in the platform boots they are rather short compared to him. they jump at first when the blade hits the ground, but they seem to really like the communication. They get this faint red glow to their cheeks, he can see it in the light. “I’ll take pyramid head as your default then,” they smile at him, it’s beaming, “Oh! do you know sign! it’s alright if you don’t, i think we’re communicating just fine.”

They mess with the edges of the shirt, it’s just a little too big swallowing their frame a bit, but they seem to really like it. tics gently repeating the sound of crows and a sewing machine.

[helmoftheguilty]

The other looking up at him was utterly... adorable. That was the word for them, the word he would use for them. Their small stature compared to his 8 foot height was messing with his level headedness. He normal shouldn't care about.

Their jump too was, interesting. He had not yet made a move to hurt his little Ram. At least they understood what he was trying to convey, Aries, the ram of the sky that was signed in starlight. Yes, they were starlight to him.

The other's face blushed in a shade of glowing red, in which he stepped closer to examine the reaction and the emote of emotion. He left the Great Knife leaning against the doorway to part with it for a moment to be nearer to the other, just enough that they were within an arms length away

'I can sign if it is easiest for you, little Ram,' he moved his large hands to sign, his large muscles rippling along with the movements. The shirt was large and meant for a large being but the size of it made it adorable on them. He watched as the messed with the edges of the shirt. He rather liked the little nosies they emitted at different intervals.

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God they didn’t know they could get any redder, Letting our a very flustered breath, “I do like being able to communicate better,” They stare for a brief moment before looking away, worried they’d get caught. The closeness startled them a little but they don’t move, hiding their face a little, this, this felt flirtatious. maybe their reading it wrong.

“Do you care if i uh, keep the shirt, the entity’s yet to gift me more clothes and it’s really comfortable. Be nice to have a new sleep shirt, I know we don’t need to sleep but i like doing it, also read somewhere it may help my amnesia. so,” They sigh. suddenly getting a weird sinking feeling but brushing it of, “beats getting bored waiting for the next trial.” They sigh, “I hang out with Dani sometimes, but i always worry i’ll bother him.” He gets the feeling their trying to hide just how flustered they are by him, rambling away to keep their thoughts from drifting

[helmoftheguilty]

At this distance, he could feel their emotions better, see the other better. He could feel how flustered they were as he got closer, the way their face turned red from the emotion. The slightest glance from them before they turn away to hide it. 'I will proceed to communicate like this.'

While them looking away was cute, he did like seeing their face. He wanted to reach out and turn their face back towards him. His hands twitched at his side before going still. He listened intently as they kept talking, watching each movement they made with the same intensity a creature that has never seen a human being. He liked their chatter.

'The shirt looks good on you, keep it.' He could get them more maybe even find one with the animal of their namesake.

As for the Dani they spoke of, he knew of him and the others of a shared body. He can't say he approved of some of the others Danny but the one called Dani specifically was relatively decent in terms of the guilty. He knew Dani loved to talk and hinder his work. So them being around him all the time wouldn't cause an issue. Though he would leave the subject alone for the time being.

Their is a a shift in emptions for a moment before they turn back to being flustered. The way their emtions are jumping around is like a roller coaster, their heartbeat uneven. He takes a step forward again to understand this while watching the other as he does so. He was now just mere centimeters away.

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They notice the hand twitch, watching him closely, they do wonder what that’s about as they continue their rambles, but the minute they see the compliment get signed they get a little shy, they let out almost a giggle, “oh! i will thanks!” their so excited to be complimented, after their little ramble is paused.

They finally notice how close he is, there’s barely any space between the two, They keep getting redder at the proximity, eyes trying to look anywhere but him, which is difficult, their rambling has finally stopped, and they mutter out without thinking “Woah, your, close.” their tics are much more rapid, one Tic causes their hands to move brushing against Pyramid heads arm, it’s a quick light touch, but still noticeable.

“Oh, sorry! sorry, that happens sometimes, hazard of being close, thank god i didn’t like slam my arm into you or something.”

[helmoftheguilty]

He could feel the heat rise off their cheeks being this close, the interesting emotions, the brush against his arm. It felt... nice, to be treated softly. Though a being of pure emotion, painful ones at that, didn't receive such niceties.

However, he realized they kept looking away, the chatter now dimmed to a few words. He knew he was close but that's all he knew, that he wanted to be near the other, his little Ram.

Even if they were to slam him, he didn't feel much in the way of pain that was a normal. 'It's...' he paused. Should he be creating this emotion, let alone be sharing it? Surely he would be punished himself for it like any other emotion right?

'It's, alright Little Ram. It was nice. I like being near you,' he signed. He was being forward now but he was not use to these emotions, not use to wanting what he felt. His existence was based on the need to fill a role and finish a job. This was new for him.