“LETS CATCH US SOME PIGEONS!”

{{ An AU Ask and RP Blog for Flamingo’s / Albert’s character, Cleetus! This was made for fun, so don’t take anything too seriously! }}

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

Yo this blog is fucking dead btw

I would say go find me @allo-the-goat , but I’m barely active sob

[piss-time]

{{ @its-yer-boi-cleetus HOWDY THERE!!! -🐐🥩 }}

+ A rather rotund man appears. He seems disoriented and confused- He clutches his head, groaning. His feathery lower half is puffed up, some of the jet black down falling off him. +

+ His head hurt… like a lot… +

“What in the livin’ hell?..”

*Sniper jolts as he hears the voice: was it a friend, or was it an enemy? He didn’t know, but he would soon find out. His hands instinctively took to his sniper rifle, looking through the scope to get a better look at the man who has just invaded 2Fort. He notices his blue overalls and nearly pulls the trigger, but he notices they are more similar to Engineer’s, so he hesitates. He slowly makes his way towards the- 'large' man. As he approaches, he realizes how much he towers over the intruder.*

"G'day, mate. I reckon' you’re not from here, are you, mate?"

*He speaks in a surprisingly calm tone despite still having his hands on the trigger of his rifle. He sets his gun to the side, but still clings it near to his belt in case he needs to use it. You never know when an enemy might decide to strike. On the battlefield, not all enemies are friends, but you know what they say: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.*

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus jumped, his hands raised in alarm. His head swarmed with more pain as he looked at Sniper. As he saw the gun he held close to him, he froze. +

+ It took him a full a minute to process what he said. He slowly focused his eyes onto him, before they went unfocused again. He was having trouble keeping the left one open. +

+ With a slow and careful tone, he answered, +

“. . .No. . . I ain’t- Where is ‘ere, anyways though?. .”

“. . .Is this. . . Hell? Or an afterlife? Am I?. .”

[piss-time]

*Sniper let out a bellowing, nearly sickening laugh. One that was laced with smoke, of a man who spent his days alone. He spoke, wiping a tear from beneath his shades.*

"Nah, mate. Quite the opposite, actually! You’re in 2Fort, and you’ve just entered the territory of the RED base! By the looks of you, we’d betta keep you out-a 'arms way. We mercenaries tend to get pretty nasty when it comes to defending and taking turf."

*Sniper said. He seemed like a man of knowledge, soaking it up with ease. He extended a hand out to Cleetus.*

"So, what’ll it be? What’s your name, mate?"

*He asks, his New Zealand accent thick with friendliness.*

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus tried to give a smile, his goofy grin shakey. He held out his hand, offering a weak handshake. +

+ The smokey scent bothered him a bit, as his head felt heavier. He was slowly regaining his thoughts however. The pain was ebbing away slowly, but surely. +

“I appreciate yer kindness, y’know?. . And the name’s Cleetus. What’s yers, fella?. .”

[piss-time]

*Sniper chuckled again, coughing as his earlier cigar lingered within his lungs.*

"Well— the real names Mick. Mick Mundy. But when I’m in the fields? They call me the Sniper."

*He said, shaking Cleetus’s hand, his grip tight, and his hands sweaty and dusty from hanging out within his sniping tower. He reeked of smoke….and something else. His gaze lingered on Cleetus.*

"Cleetus…? That’s an interesting name, mate. Who'd you inherit it from?"

*He asked. Did Cleetus even have family, or did he give himself the name? He wanted to know more about the strange, half-man half-penguin hillbilly who had unexpectedly stumbled into 2Fort.*

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Ah, I see, I see. I’ma call ya Sniper, if that’s fine. . .”

+ The hillbilly’s lopsided gaze studied the surroundings near him, taking it all in. His mind fog was clearing up, the pain subsiding. +

+ He brought his attention back when he was asked about his name, replying with, +

“Nobody n’ particular, or at least, that I know of. I ain’t got any parents that I can ask right now.”

[piss-time]

{{ @its-yer-boi-cleetus HOWDY THERE!!! -🐐🥩 }}

+ A rather rotund man appears. He seems disoriented and confused- He clutches his head, groaning. His feathery lower half is puffed up, some of the jet black down falling off him. +

+ His head hurt… like a lot… +

“What in the livin’ hell?..”

*Sniper jolts as he hears the voice: was it a friend, or was it an enemy? He didn’t know, but he would soon find out. His hands instinctively took to his sniper rifle, looking through the scope to get a better look at the man who has just invaded 2Fort. He notices his blue overalls and nearly pulls the trigger, but he notices they are more similar to Engineer’s, so he hesitates. He slowly makes his way towards the- 'large' man. As he approaches, he realizes how much he towers over the intruder.*

"G'day, mate. I reckon' you’re not from here, are you, mate?"

*He speaks in a surprisingly calm tone despite still having his hands on the trigger of his rifle. He sets his gun to the side, but still clings it near to his belt in case he needs to use it. You never know when an enemy might decide to strike. On the battlefield, not all enemies are friends, but you know what they say: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.*

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus jumped, his hands raised in alarm. His head swarmed with more pain as he looked at Sniper. As he saw the gun he held close to him, he froze. +

+ It took him a full a minute to process what he said. He slowly focused his eyes onto him, before they went unfocused again. He was having trouble keeping the left one open. +

+ With a slow and careful tone, he answered, +

“. . .No. . . I ain’t- Where is ‘ere, anyways though?. .”

“. . .Is this. . . Hell? Or an afterlife? Am I?. .”

[piss-time]

*Sniper let out a bellowing, nearly sickening laugh. One that was laced with smoke, of a man who spent his days alone. He spoke, wiping a tear from beneath his shades.*

"Nah, mate. Quite the opposite, actually! You’re in 2Fort, and you’ve just entered the territory of the RED base! By the looks of you, we’d betta keep you out-a 'arms way. We mercenaries tend to get pretty nasty when it comes to defending and taking turf."

*Sniper said. He seemed like a man of knowledge, soaking it up with ease. He extended a hand out to Cleetus.*

"So, what’ll it be? What’s your name, mate?"

*He asks, his New Zealand accent thick with friendliness.*

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus tried to give a smile, his goofy grin shakey. He held out his hand, offering a weak handshake. +

+ The smokey scent bothered him a bit, as his head felt heavier. He was slowly regaining his thoughts however. The pain was ebbing away slowly, but surely. +

“I appreciate yer kindness, y’know?. . And the name’s Cleetus. What’s yers, fella?. .”

[piss-time]

{{ @its-yer-boi-cleetus HOWDY THERE!!! -🐐🥩 }}

+ A rather rotund man appears. He seems disoriented and confused- He clutches his head, groaning. His feathery lower half is puffed up, some of the jet black down falling off him. +

+ His head hurt… like a lot… +

“What in the livin’ hell?..”

*Sniper jolts as he hears the voice: was it a friend, or was it an enemy? He didn’t know, but he would soon find out. His hands instinctively took to his sniper rifle, looking through the scope to get a better look at the man who has just invaded 2Fort. He notices his blue overalls and nearly pulls the trigger, but he notices they are more similar to Engineer’s, so he hesitates. He slowly makes his way towards the- 'large' man. As he approaches, he realizes how much he towers over the intruder.*

"G'day, mate. I reckon' you’re not from here, are you, mate?"

*He speaks in a surprisingly calm tone despite still having his hands on the trigger of his rifle. He sets his gun to the side, but still clings it near to his belt in case he needs to use it. You never know when an enemy might decide to strike. On the battlefield, not all enemies are friends, but you know what they say: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.*

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus jumped, his hands raised in alarm. His head swarmed with more pain as he looked at Sniper. As he saw the gun he held close to him, he froze. +

+ It took him a full a minute to process what he said. He slowly focused his eyes onto him, before they went unfocused again. He was having trouble keeping the left one open. +

+ With a slow and careful tone, he answered, +

“. . .No. . . I ain’t- Where is ‘ere, anyways though?. .”

“. . .Is this. . . Hell? Or an afterlife? Am I?. .”

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

I absolutely love the way you draw Cleetus 'cus like omg, it's so tassssssssty!!!!!! And honestly the little thing with the eyes focusing whenever he's scared is an absolutely hilarious head cannon that I'm definitely taking on myself, also the songs you just remember I feel like do fit I may not know the full context but I absolutely do agree 😁👍

Anywho I would like to role play with you at some point, not sure when or with what characters but I do plan to do so soon :D

Also sister want to hear more on your Cleetus adaptation, what did you choose those songs? And if you have any other info you want to rent about him I would love, love, looove to hear it!!!

/very pos

{{ Howdyyy! I’m very sorry for the LATE reply- I haven’t been very active here! And thank you! I kinda have a new design for him that I’ll post later! }}

{{ The songs were chosen mostly to represent the chaos of his past life and how he slowly, in my headcanon, started to isolate and despise genuinely interacting people more. }}

{{ Also- uhh- there may be a semi-permanent RP event after this- let’s just say… Rust visited. 🐐 }}

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin-deacti]

I got so confused for a second because both of our profile pictures are Cletus 😭

OOOOO, ALRIIIGGHT!!!! I might introduce two character ideas that made up recently on here!

Would you like to hear about them?

ALSO I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW DESIGN!!!!

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be typing up the event until you do send it - 🐐 }}

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin-deacti]

All right so is these two charters, Mim the red-headed country girl, and Skulk the wendigo! No they're entire dynamic is that Skulk this is wendigo who has fallen in love with Mim, but instead of it being creepy or weird it's literally just skulk being the sweetest guy ever like in the world the time to make you breakfast, to do your laundry, tuck you went to bed, just the sweetest dude in the world, but Mim just so happens to be the most stubborn girl in the world, like when he first politely showed up she shot him with a shotgun like 15 times, but of course that doesn't affect him cuz when the girls are practically immortal,now Mim just kind of deals with the fact that he just lives in her house making her her favorite breakfast every morning but she retaliates like the stubborn little bitch she is by shanking him at least 15 times with a fork, like Mim will casually be talking with somebody in skulk will approach and she'll just shank him without even turning around like nothing happened and then just going back to the conversation like as if shanking somebody is the most casual thing in the world-

No I unfortunately haven't drawn the two yet but skolk is that average black for deer skull window that you see him fantasy and Mim it's a short hourglass figure country girl with curly red hair freckles, she wears a plaid top with his little notch bows on the very bottom alongside with it ripped up jeans!

Fun fact I got inspired to make these two from a chat AI that was supposed to be one of those spicy wendigo ones, like monster fucker shit but instead of actually going along I decided to be the most annoying little bitch in the world by repeatedly shooting the ai, they got so incredibly pissed that they just left-

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ Okay, that is actually so funny :D I like the dynamic they have! Wendigos are actually some of my favorite kind of monsters so that’s sick! 🐐 }}

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

I absolutely love the way you draw Cleetus 'cus like omg, it's so tassssssssty!!!!!! And honestly the little thing with the eyes focusing whenever he's scared is an absolutely hilarious head cannon that I'm definitely taking on myself, also the songs you just remember I feel like do fit I may not know the full context but I absolutely do agree 😁👍

Anywho I would like to role play with you at some point, not sure when or with what characters but I do plan to do so soon :D

Also sister want to hear more on your Cleetus adaptation, what did you choose those songs? And if you have any other info you want to rent about him I would love, love, looove to hear it!!!

/very pos

{{ Howdyyy! I’m very sorry for the LATE reply- I haven’t been very active here! And thank you! I kinda have a new design for him that I’ll post later! }}

{{ The songs were chosen mostly to represent the chaos of his past life and how he slowly, in my headcanon, started to isolate and despise genuinely interacting people more. }}

{{ Also- uhh- there may be a semi-permanent RP event after this- let’s just say… Rust visited. 🐐 }}

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin-deacti]

I got so confused for a second because both of our profile pictures are Cletus 😭

OOOOO, ALRIIIGGHT!!!! I might introduce two character ideas that made up recently on here!

Would you like to hear about them?

ALSO I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW DESIGN!!!!

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ Yeah! Go ahead, I’ll be typing up the event until you do send it - 🐐 }}

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

Hello Mr Cleetuz!!! >o< I wanted to azk, whatz ur opinion on the zcene ztyle??? :3 Itz a very colorful ztyle that i like!!! (Remember to take care <333) - Scene Anon 💚🩷

{{ Replying to this before I start the RP event AUGH- /lh Also, have scene Cleetus drawing :3 🐐 }}

“It’s kinda nice- them colors kinda hurt my eyes, but it ain’t too bad.”

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

[ Identifying:CLEETUS.Successfully_Logged! ]

hello , cleetus!

how are you ?

@rust--010

{{ OH! HOWDY THERE- sorry for the VERY late reply- Also, I must say that uh- another Rust has ‘oofed’ him- 🐐}}

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

I absolutely love the way you draw Cleetus 'cus like omg, it's so tassssssssty!!!!!! And honestly the little thing with the eyes focusing whenever he's scared is an absolutely hilarious head cannon that I'm definitely taking on myself, also the songs you just remember I feel like do fit I may not know the full context but I absolutely do agree 😁👍

Anywho I would like to role play with you at some point, not sure when or with what characters but I do plan to do so soon :D

Also sister want to hear more on your Cleetus adaptation, what did you choose those songs? And if you have any other info you want to rent about him I would love, love, looove to hear it!!!

/very pos

{{ Howdyyy! I’m very sorry for the LATE reply- I haven’t been very active here! And thank you! I kinda have a new design for him that I’ll post later! }}

{{ The songs were chosen mostly to represent the chaos of his past life and how he slowly, in my headcanon, started to isolate and despise genuinely interacting people more. }}

{{ Also- uhh- there may be a semi-permanent RP event after this- let’s just say… Rust visited. 🐐 }}

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

Hello Albert.

@rusteroobuster

“. . .Here we go again-“

[rusteroobuster]

[What's wrong? Dont like seeing me again after years?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Y’Know, to be completely honest, I ain’t too thrilled-“

“. . .I thought you disappeared. . . What happened?. . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[. . . . Let's just say i had complications i cant talk about. It is still lurking in the woods, it doesnt stop watching me.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .”

+ He was not enjoying this encounter. His feathers were puffed up, and despite his tired expression, Cleetus was quite alert in this moment. +

[rusteroobuster]

[You look te-e-e-e-ense!]

[He said as he kept masquerading as Jimmy, only letting down the act on occassion. He inches closer to Cleetus, smiling in a grimace, stuck to his face. He knows that his tactic will work. The less stressed, the more vulnerable for attack.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Of course I’m tense. . . Yer acting strange, what else do think I’ma do?”

“. . .Plus, there was an incident a day ago. . .”

“I shouldn’t be out ‘ere. . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[Incid-e-e-e-ent? D O T E L L.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He was quiet for a minute, eyeing ‘Jimmy’. Finally, he began to speak slowly, relaying the events as vague as he could, +

“. . .I heard some of them annoying winged rats. Turns out, not a single one of them coos came from em’. Some. . . ‘critter’ decided to chase me down. . .”

+ He looked off at the tree line, staring dead into the underbrush. +

[rusteroobuster]

[Hmmm. I-i-i-i-interesting. I wonder where it went theeeen.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He shrugged softly. This was odd behavior for him. His ballsy attitude seems to have been diminished greatly. +

"I haven't seen it around, but I swear, soon it's gonna come back for me-"

[rusteroobuster]

[K E E P. A. E Y E. O P E N. W H E N. Y O U. S L E E P. T H E N.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .”

“. . .Will do-“

+ He felt very uneasy still. +

[rusteroobuster]

[G-o-o-o-o-od! Glad i could heeeeeelp!!!!.........]

[He said as the disguise started to fall, the disguise falling like rotten flesh as Rust's grimaced smile grows wider as he stares at Cleetus.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He noticed the smell and, very slowly, started to back up a bit more. +

“. . .This feels so creepy. I needa get back to my cabin now. Erh. . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust began to laugh maniacally, the sound coming out bass-boosted and metallic as the disguise fell off entirely. His smile is entirely stuck on, dripping a black liquid as he started to just stare at Cleetus, inching closer with his double barrel shotgun in hand, loading it slowly.]

[W H A T S W R O N G? L I T T L E O L ' A L B E R T G E T T I N G S C A A A A R E D?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ His heart started to race. He yelped as he watched the transformation of Jimmy, fear growing like a weed in the sunlight. Cleetus turned tail, and started to run up the steps of his home. +

“YEAH, NO- NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!”

“NOPE!”

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust started to run after Cleetus, aiming the shotgun at him as he shoots at him. As he runs, the liquid keeps dripping, leaving a trail of it as he runs, the sound of him running sounds like metal scraping on grass.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus was trying to open his front door when the a bullet sailed towards his arm. He screamed as the bullet blasted into his arm. The flesh ruptured and red liquid sprayed. +

“AAAUGH- YOU FUCKING SON OF A-“

+ He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on pushing the door open. It creaked and Cleetus crumpled inside, scrambling away from the entrance and attempting to shove it closed with his foot. +

+ His vision was becoming blurry, the pain in his arm growing numb as it lost blood. +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust only stood at the door, banging on it as he kept trying to get in. Some of the liquid drips through the door from Rust, keeping a grimaced smile still present. Rust proceeded to ask the infamous question, one would always know.]

[R. U. STILL. THERE?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus did not respond; he was growing lightheaded and his focus was leaving him. That wasn’t a normal gunshot wound after all. Shotguns are more powerful, and from that range, it could fatal. +

+ As Rust was banging on the door, Cleetus dragged himself away from it with his good arm, towards the kitchen. +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust keeps banging on the door until he breaks through the window, the black liquid still dripping as he makes his way to Cleetus, shotgun locked and loaded.]

[C O M E O U T. I W O N T D O A N Y T H I N G, I M J U S T P L A A A A A A Y I N G! H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A!]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ The wound was starting to heal up finally, that lovely ability kicking in. Won’t help too much though. The bullet is still inside and the lost blood was trailing behind him. He stood shakily and turned his head to look at Rust. Backing onto the side of the counter, Cleetus used his good arm to pull a cast iron from the sink. +

+ Using the strength he had left, he pulled his arm back swung forward with it, aiming for his face. +

“GET! . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[The iron hits Rust, causing his head to spin before looking down. He slowly raises his head, a even wider grimace of a smile present as he points the shotgun at Cleetus.]

[N O W H O W W O U L D T H A A A A A A T W O R K?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus blinks, shakily dropping the pan and lifting both hands in the air. He gazed defiantly at Rust, despite the puffed feathers and labored breathing. +

( “Whatever God lives up there in the blue sky, please forgive lil ol’ me for every awful sin I’ve committed. Let your. . .” ) + He started praying in his head- +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust loads the gun with more bullets as he inches closer to put the gun to his forehead, just about to shoot.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus, resigned to his fate, closes his eyes and inhales. He swore he could hear those damn birds mocking him… +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust pulls the trigger, then....

POW!

[The sound rings loud through the kitchen, the sound earbleedingly highpitched.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ASS REPLY- 🐐 }}

+ He collapses over the sink, limp. Poor fella… +

+ Death has come to him… +

[spawnsfollower]

“. . .Oh jeeeeezzz- another cult-“

+ The cowboy has appeared. +

{{ @its-yer-boi-cleetus }}

"It is a religion not a cu- Another???" [ Two time winced as they got up, letting out a small breath. ] "What does thee mean by another?? And who art thou????"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus places both of his hands on his hips and tilted his head. +

"I'm Cleetus. And a religion you say, eh?- I see. . ."

+ He noted the tone of their voice. It puzzled him a bit.+

". . .Uh- why do ya sound so surprised at that fact? There's a few out there ya know-"

[spawnsfollower]

"Cleetus.. Intriguing name." [ Two time mimicked Cleetus' head tilt, though their hands remained shielding their midsection. ] "I am aware of that, cults are barely something new to me, ive heard.. stories about them. I am more so surprised that thee have seen multiple? "

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. +

“Yeeaaaaahhhhhh, it’s uh, actually insane how many there are- Uhm. . . Anyways. Who are ya? And where am I?-“

[spawnsfollower]

[ Two time let out a little 'hm!' noise ] "My name is Two time, and to be precise? Outside of my cabin- in the spectres realm..? I truly do not think i can ever get used to saying that, or if it is even correct" [ They sighed and shrugged ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"That name again. . . Spectre or whatever-"

+ Cleetus made, or at least, the closest thing his face was able to make to one, a thoughtful expression. +

"Well. It's nice to meet ya, otherwise, Two Time- will say though, funny name ya got there."

[spawnsfollower]

"Aha- It is most likely thou will hear it more than thou wishes to. It is.. a very out there presence" [ Two time messed with their scarf, loosely tugging on the fabric to adjust how it sat around their shoulders. ] "I could say the same about thy name, Though. I find thy name more interesting than funny though, I do not think I have ever heard of someone named Cleetus."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"It's sorta a family name, huyhuyhk-"

+ He chuckled, his eyes going unfocused again. One of them seemed to actually function normally though, the pupil still trained on Two Time. The other... Eh- +

+ Suddenly, his expression became cautious, as he remembered a warning he was given. +

"Y'know, I've been warned that there are some dangerous folks or critters 'ere- Now, I ain't tryin' to assume, but I wanna clarify somethin' with ya. . . You ain't goin' kill me right?-"

[spawnsfollower]

"Ah, sort of like how Two time was a name gifted to me" [ Two time said with a smile, before their gaze looked at their bandaged stomach and hand ] "There are dangerous people here, yes. But rest assured, I am not one of them. I find myself unable to hold my dagger to even try to defend myself, nor is moving around an easy thing for me" "... Are thou?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Am I aggressive? Nah- not unless ya piss me off or somethin'. This gun 'ere-"

+ He stated, gesturing at the shotgun slung over his back. +

"I ain't usin' it til I need to. Better to not waste ammo in this place."

+ Cleetus noticed Two Time bandages, raising a brow at them. +

". . .You good, partner?"

[spawnsfollower]

"That is both fair and true, I do not think there is ammo here. And if there is then I have not seen it. " [ Two times tail twitched as they looked at the shotgun, or at least tried to without having to move. ] "I am- alright as I can be, ran into a huntress who thought I was a vampire, then my ex. Recover is.. smooth though." "Hopefully thou does not end up in situations like that-"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"I mean, you kinda remind me of one too- but jeez. . ."

". . .And eh, I highly doubt that'll happen to me, y'know? If I got stabbed, i'd imagine the blade wouldn't do too much."

+ He chuckled, popping his fingers and shaking out his hand for a second. Of course, he hasn't been stabbed like that before, so this imbecile has no idea what he's talking about. +

"Who was this huntress though? And wait- did yer ex also stab ya or?-"

+ Such a curious fella. The investigative nature never seems to die down, eh? +

[spawnsfollower]

"I thought she had meant something wildly different than vampire, I do not get the comparison though." [ Two time frowned, but shrugged ] "I do not think she would stab thee, if she only targets vampires, thou does not fit the profile of a vampire.. I think." "But- maybe not if thou does not wield a dagger, It is crucial to me that i can hold my dagger without pain and i find myself unable to do so-" "And her name is Morris, she is the one who's stake pierced through my hand. And yes my ex did also stab me" [ Two time gestured to their stomach, a little breath escaping them ] "That one is more my fault, I was caught off guard. "

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ HOLY SHIT- Sorry for the hella late reply- I thought I had reblogged this AUGH -🐐 }}

+ Cleetus blinked. He wanted to ask another question, this one being more a concern, but wasn’t too sure if he should. With a moments pause, he decided it’d be okay to do so. +

“. . .Sorry for the barrage of questions- but do ya need like- some antibiotics? There’s gotta be some of em’ somewhere- Or is this place actually that fucked up?”

[spawnsfollower]

[ Two time had to think about that one, they knew they lacked antibiotics in their cabin,, yet they were sure someone did... They think. ] "I shall be okay for now, do not fret asking too many questions or my own health, I am happy to answer- and i should be fine" "Truth be told I do not know if there is anything around, but If it truly ends up worse I do know I can ask the others."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“I see, I see.”

+ He looked down at his arm, noticing an old scar there. For some dumb reason, his mind decided to let out some of his inner thoughts. +

“. . .Y’know, usually when I get a wound like that, I can heal up pretty darn fast. And like, I don’t mean in a week. It happens after a few minutes.”

“. . .”

“Still hurts like HELL though.”

[spawnsfollower]

"I wish my body was like that, even through pain, I'd rather heal faster." [ Two time hummed, looking at Cleetus' scar as well ] "Though I cannot complain, I have- done things to make me more fortunate then my peers, even if I regret it more than anything now."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Healin’ fast is nice and all- but it’s just that, nothin’ more.”

+ When he heard Two Time’s last sentence, he blinked and asked, +

“Oh? Whatcha mean by that, partner?”

+ He took a seat on the floor, as his legs were starting to grow tired from standing. He almost feared he would get called fat for a moment. Ah. Trauma. +

[spawnsfollower]

"It would be helpful regardless " [ Two time shrugged, and followed Cleetus in sitting down on the floor, folding their legs close to their body. Almost to appear smaller than they were. ] "A ritual, And a full reason as to why my ex would stab me" [ They didn't give much more information than that, they always rathered not outright saying what they have done. They did not like the way the words tasted in their mouth. ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Ahhh. . . I see-"

+ He could kinda make out the context clues from that one sentence. Ritual. Angry ex. Yeah. He got that. He sighed. +

"So how long have ya been 'ere? Just wanna know."

[spawnsfollower]

"I'm not sure actually, It may as well be months by this point. I never thought to keep track-" [ Two time's faced scrunched .. As if to think of a potential time frame, nothing came to mind. ] "I likely should have... What about thou?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

( “Months!?. . .holy shit-“ )

+ He awkwardly fixed his hat. That statement made him anxious. He could be here for years, if they’ve been here that long! +

“. . . A few days? I ain’t too sure, but it ain’t been too long-“

[spawnsfollower]

"Ah- I remember when I was that new, I was- A lot more headstrong in certain things than I am now" "I fear I am not as motivated to find a way out like how I used to be" [ Two time didn't process their own words and how they may sound, It wasn't like they lost hope in ever getting out.. They just, put it on the backburner.. ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . . There has to be some way out? Right?-”

+ His brain was starting delve into a panicking state. He didn’t know why. Cleetus clenched his hands. +

(“ Death offers no escape. . . And if that’s the case. . . Oh my. . .” )

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

[ @epicrollerskater ]

"HI!!!"

“EEK-“

+ The cowboy jumped, startled for a split second. He whipped around to face her. +

“Did yer parents ever tell ya it’s rude to saunter onto other folks properties with no invitation?!-”

+ He paused, letting his feathers settle down with a sigh. +

“. . .Howdy.“

[epicrollerskater]

"Probably!! :3"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms over his chest. +

“How’d ya get ‘ere? You one em’ nosey kids lookin’ for trouble?”

[epicrollerskater]

*Taz just kinda shrugged.*

"No I just like running into the middle of the forest sometimes and seeing what I find. I think it's fun!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Huh. So ya got no self preservation, I see.”

“Honestly, respectable.”

+ He stated with a chuckle. +

“Who are ya anyways, kid?”

[epicrollerskater]

"I'm Taz!! Who are you?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Cleetus."

+ He stated simply. He chewed on the wheat stalk hanging out of his mouth. +

[epicrollerskater]

"Aren't you that guy who hunts pigeons?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Yep. Why? Ya want one?”

+ He joked, his tone joking. +

[epicrollerskater]

"Uhhh. Not particularly. I'm just pretty sure you're banned from my local park."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Huh. Eh- I’ve been to a few and caused some shit so that ain’t surprising.”

[epicrollerskater]

"Woah. Is that why my brothers don't like you very much? I don't think they've ever met you personally so I don't really see why!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“They probably met me in one of my moments or whatever- who’s yer brothers though?”

[epicrollerskater]

*Taz perks up, seemingly beaming at being able to talk about her brothers. It's pretty clear she feels almost entirely positively about them.*

"Ok ok ok so my oldest brother is named Elliot, he works at the uhh... What's it called.... Builder Brother's Pizza I think? And my other one is named Infected!! They're both really cool! (And older than me but we don't talk about that.)"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus chuckled a little. +

“Hmmm. I think I know of Elliot. Yellow fella? Takes his job a bit too seriously?”

“The feller yelled at me after I ‘messed up’ one of em’ delivery trucks.”

“I dunno who Infected is though-“

[epicrollerskater]

"Oh uhhh. I don't think you'd like Infected. Like, AT ALL."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Oh? How come? Is he a jerk or somethin’? I can deal with a lil bit of assholerly.”

[epicrollerskater]

"No he's just kinda.... How do I put this nicely... Uh. Stupid, I guess?? I mean I love him, he is my brother after all. But he's just kinda difficult sometimes."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"That's how it is with most of them family members really. You love em' so you usually just put up with their bull."

[epicrollerskater]

"Yeah. .....I had something I was gonna say but I forgot."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Oh- erh. Welllllllllllllllll-“

+ He stopped when he heard a cooing sound. Freezing up, he whipped around to the trees, eyeing the tree line with caution. +

[epicrollerskater]

"Do pigeons usually come around this area? It's pretty far away from the city. ...by foot. Whatever, my point still stands."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Yeah, sometimes. . . They ain’t the city kind though. More like- Wood Pigeons. . .”

[epicrollerskater]

"Do those even exist? I've never heard of wood pigeons before."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“They’re lil brown n’ white pigeons. . . They’re like doves more however-“

[epicrollerskater]

"Huh... So like dove pigeons? That's really cool!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Eww- no, not really. I hate those damn, horrid rats. . . I hope they all go extinct on of these days.”

[epicrollerskater]

"...Huh. Are they like, dangerous or something? Or do you just not like pigeons?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"I HATE pigeons. . . They deserve the worst fate known to whatever species. . . Extinction. . ."

[epicrollerskater]

"That seems pretty extreme. They are just birds, after all!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . . They took my son, ya blubberin’ idiot.”

+ Cleetus was riled up now. He was… pretty pissed to say the least- +

[spawnsfollower]

“. . .Oh jeeeeezzz- another cult-“

+ The cowboy has appeared. +

{{ @its-yer-boi-cleetus }}

"It is a religion not a cu- Another???" [ Two time winced as they got up, letting out a small breath. ] "What does thee mean by another?? And who art thou????"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus places both of his hands on his hips and tilted his head. +

"I'm Cleetus. And a religion you say, eh?- I see. . ."

+ He noted the tone of their voice. It puzzled him a bit.+

". . .Uh- why do ya sound so surprised at that fact? There's a few out there ya know-"

[spawnsfollower]

"Cleetus.. Intriguing name." [ Two time mimicked Cleetus' head tilt, though their hands remained shielding their midsection. ] "I am aware of that, cults are barely something new to me, ive heard.. stories about them. I am more so surprised that thee have seen multiple? "

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. +

“Yeeaaaaahhhhhh, it’s uh, actually insane how many there are- Uhm. . . Anyways. Who are ya? And where am I?-“

[spawnsfollower]

[ Two time let out a little 'hm!' noise ] "My name is Two time, and to be precise? Outside of my cabin- in the spectres realm..? I truly do not think i can ever get used to saying that, or if it is even correct" [ They sighed and shrugged ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"That name again. . . Spectre or whatever-"

+ Cleetus made, or at least, the closest thing his face was able to make to one, a thoughtful expression. +

"Well. It's nice to meet ya, otherwise, Two Time- will say though, funny name ya got there."

[spawnsfollower]

"Aha- It is most likely thou will hear it more than thou wishes to. It is.. a very out there presence" [ Two time messed with their scarf, loosely tugging on the fabric to adjust how it sat around their shoulders. ] "I could say the same about thy name, Though. I find thy name more interesting than funny though, I do not think I have ever heard of someone named Cleetus."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"It's sorta a family name, huyhuyhk-"

+ He chuckled, his eyes going unfocused again. One of them seemed to actually function normally though, the pupil still trained on Two Time. The other... Eh- +

+ Suddenly, his expression became cautious, as he remembered a warning he was given. +

"Y'know, I've been warned that there are some dangerous folks or critters 'ere- Now, I ain't tryin' to assume, but I wanna clarify somethin' with ya. . . You ain't goin' kill me right?-"

[spawnsfollower]

"Ah, sort of like how Two time was a name gifted to me" [ Two time said with a smile, before their gaze looked at their bandaged stomach and hand ] "There are dangerous people here, yes. But rest assured, I am not one of them. I find myself unable to hold my dagger to even try to defend myself, nor is moving around an easy thing for me" "... Are thou?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Am I aggressive? Nah- not unless ya piss me off or somethin'. This gun 'ere-"

+ He stated, gesturing at the shotgun slung over his back. +

"I ain't usin' it til I need to. Better to not waste ammo in this place."

+ Cleetus noticed Two Time bandages, raising a brow at them. +

". . .You good, partner?"

[spawnsfollower]

"That is both fair and true, I do not think there is ammo here. And if there is then I have not seen it. " [ Two times tail twitched as they looked at the shotgun, or at least tried to without having to move. ] "I am- alright as I can be, ran into a huntress who thought I was a vampire, then my ex. Recover is.. smooth though." "Hopefully thou does not end up in situations like that-"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"I mean, you kinda remind me of one too- but jeez. . ."

". . .And eh, I highly doubt that'll happen to me, y'know? If I got stabbed, i'd imagine the blade wouldn't do too much."

+ He chuckled, popping his fingers and shaking out his hand for a second. Of course, he hasn't been stabbed like that before, so this imbecile has no idea what he's talking about. +

"Who was this huntress though? And wait- did yer ex also stab ya or?-"

+ Such a curious fella. The investigative nature never seems to die down, eh? +

[spawnsfollower]

"I thought she had meant something wildly different than vampire, I do not get the comparison though." [ Two time frowned, but shrugged ] "I do not think she would stab thee, if she only targets vampires, thou does not fit the profile of a vampire.. I think." "But- maybe not if thou does not wield a dagger, It is crucial to me that i can hold my dagger without pain and i find myself unable to do so-" "And her name is Morris, she is the one who's stake pierced through my hand. And yes my ex did also stab me" [ Two time gestured to their stomach, a little breath escaping them ] "That one is more my fault, I was caught off guard. "

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ HOLY SHIT- Sorry for the hella late reply- I thought I had reblogged this AUGH -🐐 }}

+ Cleetus blinked. He wanted to ask another question, this one being more a concern, but wasn’t too sure if he should. With a moments pause, he decided it’d be okay to do so. +

“. . .Sorry for the barrage of questions- but do ya need like- some antibiotics? There’s gotta be some of em’ somewhere- Or is this place actually that fucked up?”

[spawnsfollower]

[ Two time had to think about that one, they knew they lacked antibiotics in their cabin,, yet they were sure someone did... They think. ] "I shall be okay for now, do not fret asking too many questions or my own health, I am happy to answer- and i should be fine" "Truth be told I do not know if there is anything around, but If it truly ends up worse I do know I can ask the others."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“I see, I see.”

+ He looked down at his arm, noticing an old scar there. For some dumb reason, his mind decided to let out some of his inner thoughts. +

“. . .Y’know, usually when I get a wound like that, I can heal up pretty darn fast. And like, I don’t mean in a week. It happens after a few minutes.”

“. . .”

“Still hurts like HELL though.”

[spawnsfollower]

"I wish my body was like that, even through pain, I'd rather heal faster." [ Two time hummed, looking at Cleetus' scar as well ] "Though I cannot complain, I have- done things to make me more fortunate then my peers, even if I regret it more than anything now."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Healin’ fast is nice and all- but it’s just that, nothin’ more.”

+ When he heard Two Time’s last sentence, he blinked and asked, +

“Oh? Whatcha mean by that, partner?”

+ He took a seat on the floor, as his legs were starting to grow tired from standing. He almost feared he would get called fat for a moment. Ah. Trauma. +

[spawnsfollower]

"It would be helpful regardless " [ Two time shrugged, and followed Cleetus in sitting down on the floor, folding their legs close to their body. Almost to appear smaller than they were. ] "A ritual, And a full reason as to why my ex would stab me" [ They didn't give much more information than that, they always rathered not outright saying what they have done. They did not like the way the words tasted in their mouth. ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Ahhh. . . I see-"

+ He could kinda make out the context clues from that one sentence. Ritual. Angry ex. Yeah. He got that. He sighed. +

"So how long have ya been 'ere? Just wanna know."

[spawnsfollower]

"I'm not sure actually, It may as well be months by this point. I never thought to keep track-" [ Two time's faced scrunched .. As if to think of a potential time frame, nothing came to mind. ] "I likely should have... What about thou?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

( “Months!?. . .holy shit-“ )

+ He awkwardly fixed his hat. That statement made him anxious. He could be here for years, if they’ve been here that long! +

“. . . A few days? I ain’t too sure, but it ain’t been too long-“

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

THE PIGEON HAS RETURNED TO SEND THOU A MESSAGE

"caw caw"

+ Bro practically screams at the bird. Literally a mental, fucking gutteral noise. +

[spawnsfollower]

“. . .Oh jeeeeezzz- another cult-“

+ The cowboy has appeared. +

{{ @its-yer-boi-cleetus }}

"It is a religion not a cu- Another???" [ Two time winced as they got up, letting out a small breath. ] "What does thee mean by another?? And who art thou????"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus places both of his hands on his hips and tilted his head. +

"I'm Cleetus. And a religion you say, eh?- I see. . ."

+ He noted the tone of their voice. It puzzled him a bit.+

". . .Uh- why do ya sound so surprised at that fact? There's a few out there ya know-"

[spawnsfollower]

"Cleetus.. Intriguing name." [ Two time mimicked Cleetus' head tilt, though their hands remained shielding their midsection. ] "I am aware of that, cults are barely something new to me, ive heard.. stories about them. I am more so surprised that thee have seen multiple? "

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. +

“Yeeaaaaahhhhhh, it’s uh, actually insane how many there are- Uhm. . . Anyways. Who are ya? And where am I?-“

[spawnsfollower]

[ Two time let out a little 'hm!' noise ] "My name is Two time, and to be precise? Outside of my cabin- in the spectres realm..? I truly do not think i can ever get used to saying that, or if it is even correct" [ They sighed and shrugged ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"That name again. . . Spectre or whatever-"

+ Cleetus made, or at least, the closest thing his face was able to make to one, a thoughtful expression. +

"Well. It's nice to meet ya, otherwise, Two Time- will say though, funny name ya got there."

[spawnsfollower]

"Aha- It is most likely thou will hear it more than thou wishes to. It is.. a very out there presence" [ Two time messed with their scarf, loosely tugging on the fabric to adjust how it sat around their shoulders. ] "I could say the same about thy name, Though. I find thy name more interesting than funny though, I do not think I have ever heard of someone named Cleetus."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"It's sorta a family name, huyhuyhk-"

+ He chuckled, his eyes going unfocused again. One of them seemed to actually function normally though, the pupil still trained on Two Time. The other... Eh- +

+ Suddenly, his expression became cautious, as he remembered a warning he was given. +

"Y'know, I've been warned that there are some dangerous folks or critters 'ere- Now, I ain't tryin' to assume, but I wanna clarify somethin' with ya. . . You ain't goin' kill me right?-"

[spawnsfollower]

"Ah, sort of like how Two time was a name gifted to me" [ Two time said with a smile, before their gaze looked at their bandaged stomach and hand ] "There are dangerous people here, yes. But rest assured, I am not one of them. I find myself unable to hold my dagger to even try to defend myself, nor is moving around an easy thing for me" "... Are thou?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Am I aggressive? Nah- not unless ya piss me off or somethin'. This gun 'ere-"

+ He stated, gesturing at the shotgun slung over his back. +

"I ain't usin' it til I need to. Better to not waste ammo in this place."

+ Cleetus noticed Two Time bandages, raising a brow at them. +

". . .You good, partner?"

[spawnsfollower]

"That is both fair and true, I do not think there is ammo here. And if there is then I have not seen it. " [ Two times tail twitched as they looked at the shotgun, or at least tried to without having to move. ] "I am- alright as I can be, ran into a huntress who thought I was a vampire, then my ex. Recover is.. smooth though." "Hopefully thou does not end up in situations like that-"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"I mean, you kinda remind me of one too- but jeez. . ."

". . .And eh, I highly doubt that'll happen to me, y'know? If I got stabbed, i'd imagine the blade wouldn't do too much."

+ He chuckled, popping his fingers and shaking out his hand for a second. Of course, he hasn't been stabbed like that before, so this imbecile has no idea what he's talking about. +

"Who was this huntress though? And wait- did yer ex also stab ya or?-"

+ Such a curious fella. The investigative nature never seems to die down, eh? +

[spawnsfollower]

"I thought she had meant something wildly different than vampire, I do not get the comparison though." [ Two time frowned, but shrugged ] "I do not think she would stab thee, if she only targets vampires, thou does not fit the profile of a vampire.. I think." "But- maybe not if thou does not wield a dagger, It is crucial to me that i can hold my dagger without pain and i find myself unable to do so-" "And her name is Morris, she is the one who's stake pierced through my hand. And yes my ex did also stab me" [ Two time gestured to their stomach, a little breath escaping them ] "That one is more my fault, I was caught off guard. "

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

{{ HOLY SHIT- Sorry for the hella late reply- I thought I had reblogged this AUGH -🐐 }}

+ Cleetus blinked. He wanted to ask another question, this one being more a concern, but wasn’t too sure if he should. With a moments pause, he decided it’d be okay to do so. +

“. . .Sorry for the barrage of questions- but do ya need like- some antibiotics? There’s gotta be some of em’ somewhere- Or is this place actually that fucked up?”

[spawnsfollower]

[ Two time had to think about that one, they knew they lacked antibiotics in their cabin,, yet they were sure someone did... They think. ] "I shall be okay for now, do not fret asking too many questions or my own health, I am happy to answer- and i should be fine" "Truth be told I do not know if there is anything around, but If it truly ends up worse I do know I can ask the others."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“I see, I see.”

+ He looked down at his arm, noticing an old scar there. For some dumb reason, his mind decided to let out some of his inner thoughts. +

“. . .Y’know, usually when I get a wound like that, I can heal up pretty darn fast. And like, I don’t mean in a week. It happens after a few minutes.”

“. . .”

“Still hurts like HELL though.”

[spawnsfollower]

"I wish my body was like that, even through pain, I'd rather heal faster." [ Two time hummed, looking at Cleetus' scar as well ] "Though I cannot complain, I have- done things to make me more fortunate then my peers, even if I regret it more than anything now."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Healin’ fast is nice and all- but it’s just that, nothin’ more.”

+ When he heard Two Time’s last sentence, he blinked and asked, +

“Oh? Whatcha mean by that, partner?”

+ He took a seat on the floor, as his legs were starting to grow tired from standing. He almost feared he would get called fat for a moment. Ah. Trauma. +

[spawnsfollower]

"It would be helpful regardless " [ Two time shrugged, and followed Cleetus in sitting down on the floor, folding their legs close to their body. Almost to appear smaller than they were. ] "A ritual, And a full reason as to why my ex would stab me" [ They didn't give much more information than that, they always rathered not outright saying what they have done. They did not like the way the words tasted in their mouth. ]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Ahhh. . . I see-"

+ He could kinda make out the context clues from that one sentence. Ritual. Angry ex. Yeah. He got that. He sighed. +

"So how long have ya been 'ere? Just wanna know."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

[ @epicrollerskater ]

"HI!!!"

“EEK-“

+ The cowboy jumped, startled for a split second. He whipped around to face her. +

“Did yer parents ever tell ya it’s rude to saunter onto other folks properties with no invitation?!-”

+ He paused, letting his feathers settle down with a sigh. +

“. . .Howdy.“

[epicrollerskater]

"Probably!! :3"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms over his chest. +

“How’d ya get ‘ere? You one em’ nosey kids lookin’ for trouble?”

[epicrollerskater]

*Taz just kinda shrugged.*

"No I just like running into the middle of the forest sometimes and seeing what I find. I think it's fun!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Huh. So ya got no self preservation, I see.”

“Honestly, respectable.”

+ He stated with a chuckle. +

“Who are ya anyways, kid?”

[epicrollerskater]

"I'm Taz!! Who are you?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"Cleetus."

+ He stated simply. He chewed on the wheat stalk hanging out of his mouth. +

[epicrollerskater]

"Aren't you that guy who hunts pigeons?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Yep. Why? Ya want one?”

+ He joked, his tone joking. +

[epicrollerskater]

"Uhhh. Not particularly. I'm just pretty sure you're banned from my local park."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Huh. Eh- I’ve been to a few and caused some shit so that ain’t surprising.”

[epicrollerskater]

"Woah. Is that why my brothers don't like you very much? I don't think they've ever met you personally so I don't really see why!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“They probably met me in one of my moments or whatever- who’s yer brothers though?”

[epicrollerskater]

*Taz perks up, seemingly beaming at being able to talk about her brothers. It's pretty clear she feels almost entirely positively about them.*

"Ok ok ok so my oldest brother is named Elliot, he works at the uhh... What's it called.... Builder Brother's Pizza I think? And my other one is named Infected!! They're both really cool! (And older than me but we don't talk about that.)"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus chuckled a little. +

“Hmmm. I think I know of Elliot. Yellow fella? Takes his job a bit too seriously?”

“The feller yelled at me after I ‘messed up’ one of em’ delivery trucks.”

“I dunno who Infected is though-“

[epicrollerskater]

"Oh uhhh. I don't think you'd like Infected. Like, AT ALL."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Oh? How come? Is he a jerk or somethin’? I can deal with a lil bit of assholerly.”

[epicrollerskater]

"No he's just kinda.... How do I put this nicely... Uh. Stupid, I guess?? I mean I love him, he is my brother after all. But he's just kinda difficult sometimes."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"That's how it is with most of them family members really. You love em' so you usually just put up with their bull."

[epicrollerskater]

"Yeah. .....I had something I was gonna say but I forgot."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Oh- erh. Welllllllllllllllll-“

+ He stopped when he heard a cooing sound. Freezing up, he whipped around to the trees, eyeing the tree line with caution. +

[epicrollerskater]

"Do pigeons usually come around this area? It's pretty far away from the city. ...by foot. Whatever, my point still stands."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Yeah, sometimes. . . They ain’t the city kind though. More like- Wood Pigeons. . .”

[epicrollerskater]

"Do those even exist? I've never heard of wood pigeons before."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“They’re lil brown n’ white pigeons. . . They’re like doves more however-“

[epicrollerskater]

"Huh... So like dove pigeons? That's really cool!"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“Eww- no, not really. I hate those damn, horrid rats. . . I hope they all go extinct on of these days.”

[epicrollerskater]

"...Huh. Are they like, dangerous or something? Or do you just not like pigeons?"

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

"I HATE pigeons. . . They deserve the worst fate known to whatever species. . . Extinction. . ."

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

Hello Albert.

@rusteroobuster

“. . .Here we go again-“

[rusteroobuster]

[What's wrong? Dont like seeing me again after years?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Y’Know, to be completely honest, I ain’t too thrilled-“

“. . .I thought you disappeared. . . What happened?. . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[. . . . Let's just say i had complications i cant talk about. It is still lurking in the woods, it doesnt stop watching me.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .”

+ He was not enjoying this encounter. His feathers were puffed up, and despite his tired expression, Cleetus was quite alert in this moment. +

[rusteroobuster]

[You look te-e-e-e-ense!]

[He said as he kept masquerading as Jimmy, only letting down the act on occassion. He inches closer to Cleetus, smiling in a grimace, stuck to his face. He knows that his tactic will work. The less stressed, the more vulnerable for attack.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .Of course I’m tense. . . Yer acting strange, what else do think I’ma do?”

“. . .Plus, there was an incident a day ago. . .”

“I shouldn’t be out ‘ere. . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[Incid-e-e-e-ent? D O T E L L.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He was quiet for a minute, eyeing ‘Jimmy’. Finally, he began to speak slowly, relaying the events as vague as he could, +

“. . .I heard some of them annoying winged rats. Turns out, not a single one of them coos came from em’. Some. . . ‘critter’ decided to chase me down. . .”

+ He looked off at the tree line, staring dead into the underbrush. +

[rusteroobuster]

[Hmmm. I-i-i-i-interesting. I wonder where it went theeeen.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He shrugged softly. This was odd behavior for him. His ballsy attitude seems to have been diminished greatly. +

"I haven't seen it around, but I swear, soon it's gonna come back for me-"

[rusteroobuster]

[K E E P. A. E Y E. O P E N. W H E N. Y O U. S L E E P. T H E N.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

“. . .”

“. . .Will do-“

+ He felt very uneasy still. +

[rusteroobuster]

[G-o-o-o-o-od! Glad i could heeeeeelp!!!!.........]

[He said as the disguise started to fall, the disguise falling like rotten flesh as Rust's grimaced smile grows wider as he stares at Cleetus.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ He noticed the smell and, very slowly, started to back up a bit more. +

“. . .This feels so creepy. I needa get back to my cabin now. Erh. . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust began to laugh maniacally, the sound coming out bass-boosted and metallic as the disguise fell off entirely. His smile is entirely stuck on, dripping a black liquid as he started to just stare at Cleetus, inching closer with his double barrel shotgun in hand, loading it slowly.]

[W H A T S W R O N G? L I T T L E O L ' A L B E R T G E T T I N G S C A A A A R E D?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ His heart started to race. He yelped as he watched the transformation of Jimmy, fear growing like a weed in the sunlight. Cleetus turned tail, and started to run up the steps of his home. +

“YEAH, NO- NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!”

“NOPE!”

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust started to run after Cleetus, aiming the shotgun at him as he shoots at him. As he runs, the liquid keeps dripping, leaving a trail of it as he runs, the sound of him running sounds like metal scraping on grass.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus was trying to open his front door when the a bullet sailed towards his arm. He screamed as the bullet blasted into his arm. The flesh ruptured and red liquid sprayed. +

“AAAUGH- YOU FUCKING SON OF A-“

+ He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on pushing the door open. It creaked and Cleetus crumpled inside, scrambling away from the entrance and attempting to shove it closed with his foot. +

+ His vision was becoming blurry, the pain in his arm growing numb as it lost blood. +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust only stood at the door, banging on it as he kept trying to get in. Some of the liquid drips through the door from Rust, keeping a grimaced smile still present. Rust proceeded to ask the infamous question, one would always know.]

[R. U. STILL. THERE?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus did not respond; he was growing lightheaded and his focus was leaving him. That wasn’t a normal gunshot wound after all. Shotguns are more powerful, and from that range, it could fatal. +

+ As Rust was banging on the door, Cleetus dragged himself away from it with his good arm, towards the kitchen. +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust keeps banging on the door until he breaks through the window, the black liquid still dripping as he makes his way to Cleetus, shotgun locked and loaded.]

[C O M E O U T. I W O N T D O A N Y T H I N G, I M J U S T P L A A A A A A Y I N G! H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A!]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ The wound was starting to heal up finally, that lovely ability kicking in. Won’t help too much though. The bullet is still inside and the lost blood was trailing behind him. He stood shakily and turned his head to look at Rust. Backing onto the side of the counter, Cleetus used his good arm to pull a cast iron from the sink. +

+ Using the strength he had left, he pulled his arm back swung forward with it, aiming for his face. +

“GET! . .”

[rusteroobuster]

[The iron hits Rust, causing his head to spin before looking down. He slowly raises his head, a even wider grimace of a smile present as he points the shotgun at Cleetus.]

[N O W H O W W O U L D T H A A A A A A T W O R K?]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus blinks, shakily dropping the pan and lifting both hands in the air. He gazed defiantly at Rust, despite the puffed feathers and labored breathing. +

( “Whatever God lives up there in the blue sky, please forgive lil ol’ me for every awful sin I’ve committed. Let your. . .” ) + He started praying in his head- +

[rusteroobuster]

[Rust loads the gun with more bullets as he inches closer to put the gun to his forehead, just about to shoot.]

[its-yer-boi-cleetus]

+ Cleetus, resigned to his fate, closes his eyes and inhales. He swore he could hear those damn birds mocking him… +