Decay

Ick is it's name. HorrorOC/Non-Fandom

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Hiatus

[angstmemes]

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

[garotapossuida]

[xwitchery]

[trenchcoattentacles]

Tugs on Trench's coat. Wants to be held, some sort of comfort, tears won't stop falling from their eyes.

╰➛○●○ "Ah? What is it now?”

T he worm turned around, petting the child’s head. Considering how they were blind and Ick was mute, touch was one of the few ways they could communicate. 

“…Those are…tears? Is something wrong, my child? “

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Ick pressed their head against the others coat and nodded, nuzzling the fabric, gripping it tightly. Their friend was gone, but how was it going to explain that? They hadn’t thought about that, all they wanted some sort of comfort, this feeling was not pleasant. Their body was wet due to the tears flowing from their squinting eyes, red and puffy, it was painful. They haven’t cried like this in a long time. Ick’s body shook, trembled, with their chest lightly heaving. If they possessed a mouth, they’d puke.

[leticris-deactivated20260411]

I have no shame.

Kill me.

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It hadn’t been too long since you were warped from Ick’s world. You felt kind of guilty due to your sudden disappearance. What had happened with your friend? Were they okay? Were they… Sad? Sad because you had left them all alone? Poor child, they did not deserve to be lonely.

Another friend… Another wave of loneliness, sadness and longing for company. In times like this, you remembered the good moments you’ve spent together. Not to mention, you always painted to try to erase the pain.

Not an easy thing to do when you realize that you had painted Ick.

Damn it.

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[decaydetective]

[ex0skeletal]

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Zdzisław Beksiński

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Draws in the dirt and lightly cries, they miss Painter immensely.

[ex0skeletal]

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Headquarters by Bernardumaine

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The Fire In Me by Austen Mengler

[twenty1-grams]

[oppenheimer1338]

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RP with: IIIck

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You were confused by the child’s caution at first, but then realized what they were doing. It is true, someone could be here and you wouldn’t know it until you found out in the worst way possible. Whoops. You should have thought about that before.

When you saw Ick calling you, you “smiled” and began walking towards the front door, only for it to slam shut in your face as if some sudden unknown force had closed it. Alarmed, you began pulling on the knob, trying desperately to open it so you could follow your friend inside. What in the Void was going on?! Why wouldn’t it open? Stupid door! You began knocking on the door frantically, trying to alert Ick of possible danger. You couldn’t let them be harmed by whatever it was! It was a trap! But oh, darling… No. It wasn’t a trap for them, no.

You should have remembered of the dangers that doors could bring to you.

No matter how hard you pulled, the door wouldn’t open. You thought of breaking one of the already broken windows to enter, but feared being hurt. Hey, anything to help a friend! You had stepped away from the door and headed towards a window when you felt yourself being pulled backwards. Ooooh no. Not now. Please, you still had so many things to do! Shit, shit, shit!

You fell to the floor, hands grabbing on loosen boards as the portal on the door tried to suck you into itself. As much as you’ve tried to stay, you failed. In a matter of seconds, your fingers slipped and you lost consciousness. The door had closed itself again, only to slowly open as if nothing had ever happened. The portal was gone, just like you.

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Ick was curiously searching before suddenly spotting something shiny, what luck. As they went over to go investigate, the door violently closed. The multiple eyed creature whipped their head around to see that their friend was still outside, due to the loud banging, that just had to be them.

Ick rushed over to the entrance, hoping that this was just a strange accident, but they couldn’t seem to get the door open. How could that be? It wasn’t locked? That was impossible.

Ick shook the handle and pressed their whole being against the doors. Why wasn’t it opening?! And from it sounded like, Painter was in trouble. Ick’s poor little heart began to race as they rapidly kept trying to remove this barrier between them. They were panicking, and almost on the verge of tears. Oh wait! The window! But before they were able to climb through, the door creaked open slightly.

What had just happened? The rot child abandoned the window idea and ran towards the door, where was Painter? Ick looked and looked, tears finally flowing uncontrollably. Where was their friend? Did something bad happen to them? Oh, they surely hoped not. Ick fell to their knees and started ripping grass from the earth. If they could scream, they would, alas they could only cry in silence. Alone.