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Semi-Selective & Independent Outlast Oc Mun & Muse are 18+

[askalisonoutlast-deactivated202]

"I don't know about you but it's a nice change to find someone Sane here! Hopefully we haven't died yet..."

“it really is a nice change! Atleast i know you wont, i dunno try to cut my head off or try to pick me up or call me a bitch hahhahahaha……..,,,,,right?”

//IM

SO BAD AT THIS

ALSO I WAS S O CLOSE TO SAYING ‘CUT MY ARM OFF’ BUT THATS TOO MUCH/

[krisfalk-blog]

“I don’t know why I’d have a reason to cut anyone’s head off, or even use such rude words to describe you- after all, anyone sane here probably might change!”

[askalisonoutlast-deactivated202]

//IT WOULDNT LET ME SEND IT VIA MESSAGES SO HERE IT IS

@krisfalk

[krisfalk-blog]

@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He’s been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn’t all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn’t someone… normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i’d come to you and ask for help… so, do you know exactly where I am?“   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn’t understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

[moved-whistleblower-waylonpark]

Waylon slowly walked along as the black mist of the nano swarm whipped around him, his black eyes were like voids with onlu his green irises to be the only sigh of some sort of life, or whatever life he had on him.

The man perked up hearing the other before glancing to him, he raised a eyebrow before a feeling of hatred and bloodlust began to form in him. His sharp teeth being bared at the man before he let himself float just above the ground.

“Where you are? Are you dumb or something? Heh.. you’re within the medical section of the asylum.. where they make you watch the engine..’ he said as he then hissed ”.. Killing you would be fun, I’m the walrider after all"

[krisfalk-blog]

Obviously a very bad encounter was expected, but it raised no alarm in him. Nor did being called ‘dumb’ or even being told ‘killing you would be fun’ Mount Massive was surely strange wasn’t it? Albeit; he looked too innocent. As if the only thing he really wanted was to talk to someone after wandering for hours, mostly using up a bunch of batteries to spare him. Kris cocked his head to the side a bit and never removing that oh-so sweet smile. He rocked a bit on his heels, thankfully not falling over from how small his figure was. He tried his bed as most.  "Well I don’t think i’m dumb or anything but you see here sir, i’ve been wandering for hours on end and i’ve craved for conversation! It’s quite wonderful! And-“ He paused. The Walrider? Oh, now some fear rose inside of him. “Wait. You’re… the Walrider?”

[moved-whistleblower-waylonpark]

Waylon frowned when the man didn’t react the way he wanted, he wanted his words to make him afriad and fearful. But he seemed not fazed by it.. he was too innocent for this shit.

However, when he saw the fear on him after the fact that the walrider.. was floating right in front of him. A smirk, a wide smirk grew in his face making him bare his sharpened teeth once more.

“Haha sure am, I’m the host for the walrider.. I’m the walrider haha.. I’ll rip you from the inside out~” he glided his tongue over his teeth.

[krisfalk-blog]

Before you knew it, he took a small step backwards to the other being awfully close to him. His gut told him to run now, and stay alive. At least he could try. But he wanted to stay. He wanted to be able to talk to them- and it was more so a shitty move of him.

“Oh, alright! So you’re the h-host, now. But i’d… I’d rather not go down the path of ripping me from the inside out! You know, it’s not worth it. Go for someone chock filled with meat!”

As much as he hoped that would save his butt, it probably wouldn’t of. He was too frail and fragile to be hurt in any way.    “I’m like very, very weak you see!”

[moved-whistleblower-waylonpark]

Waylon went closer to him keeping the grin on his face as he got closer and closer. He chuckled seeing the man back up from him, he loved the fear on him, the fear was enough to motivate him to kill him or at least hurt him.

"Oh that’s none of my concern, I couldn’t care if you were the fattest or skinniest person on the planet.. I just want to see your body mangled up” he laughed before grabbing the man by the neck and lifting him up.

[krisfalk-blog]

It hurt, the efforts were failing. He didn't have much of a choice, now did he? Obviously there was something he could do. But what was it? Oh! Now he remembered. It's his own self-fear in which made the other more interested in him.

Like his father would say, 'They love the taste of fear' and that's what brought him to be more than bold. But it would certainly dick him over in the long run. Being lifted up right by the neck wasn’t pleasant at all.

Kris managed to get out a small cough before furrowing his brows and putting on that 'I'm not afraid' face. He wasn't squirming.

"N-now, you listen here pal! I'm not afraid of you. Well, not at all. B-but you know there's other people to go after."

[enstorie]

Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

[krisfalk-blog]

@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He’s been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn’t all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn’t someone… normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i’d come to you and ask for help… so, do you know exactly where I am?“   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn’t understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

[moved-whistleblower-waylonpark]

Waylon slowly walked along as the black mist of the nano swarm whipped around him, his black eyes were like voids with onlu his green irises to be the only sigh of some sort of life, or whatever life he had on him.

The man perked up hearing the other before glancing to him, he raised a eyebrow before a feeling of hatred and bloodlust began to form in him. His sharp teeth being bared at the man before he let himself float just above the ground.

“Where you are? Are you dumb or something? Heh.. you’re within the medical section of the asylum.. where they make you watch the engine..’ he said as he then hissed ”.. Killing you would be fun, I’m the walrider after all"

[krisfalk-blog]

Obviously a very bad encounter was expected, but it raised no alarm in him. Nor did being called ‘dumb’ or even being told ‘killing you would be fun’ Mount Massive was surely strange wasn’t it? Albeit; he looked too innocent. As if the only thing he really wanted was to talk to someone after wandering for hours, mostly using up a bunch of batteries to spare him. Kris cocked his head to the side a bit and never removing that oh-so sweet smile. He rocked a bit on his heels, thankfully not falling over from how small his figure was. He tried his bed as most.  "Well I don’t think i’m dumb or anything but you see here sir, i’ve been wandering for hours on end and i’ve craved for conversation! It’s quite wonderful! And-“ He paused. The Walrider? Oh, now some fear rose inside of him. “Wait. You’re… the Walrider?”

[moved-whistleblower-waylonpark]

Waylon frowned when the man didn’t react the way he wanted, he wanted his words to make him afriad and fearful. But he seemed not fazed by it.. he was too innocent for this shit.

However, when he saw the fear on him after the fact that the walrider.. was floating right in front of him. A smirk, a wide smirk grew in his face making him bare his sharpened teeth once more.

"Haha sure am, I’m the host for the walrider.. I’m the walrider haha.. I’ll rip you from the inside out~” he glided his tongue over his teeth.

[krisfalk-blog]

Before you knew it, he took a small step backwards to the other being awfully close to him. His gut told him to run now, and stay alive. At least he could try. But he wanted to stay. He wanted to be able to talk to them- and it was more so a shitty move of him.

"Oh, alright! So you're the h-host, now. But i'd... I'd rather not go down the path of ripping me from the inside out! You know, it's not worth it. Go for someone chock filled with meat!"

As much as he hoped that would save his butt, it probably wouldn't of. He was too frail and fragile to be hurt in any way.    “I’m like very, very weak you see!”

[krisfalk-blog]

@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He’s been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn’t all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn’t someone… normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i’d come to you and ask for help… so, do you know exactly where I am?“   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn’t understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

[moved-whistleblower-waylonpark]

Waylon slowly walked along as the black mist of the nano swarm whipped around him, his black eyes were like voids with onlu his green irises to be the only sigh of some sort of life, or whatever life he had on him.

The man perked up hearing the other before glancing to him, he raised a eyebrow before a feeling of hatred and bloodlust began to form in him. His sharp teeth being bared at the man before he let himself float just above the ground.

“Where you are? Are you dumb or something? Heh.. you’re within the medical section of the asylum.. where they make you watch the engine..’ he said as he then hissed ”.. Killing you would be fun, I’m the walrider after all"

[krisfalk-blog]

Obviously a very bad encounter was expected, but it raised no alarm in him. Nor did being called 'dumb' or even being told 'killing you would be fun' Mount Massive was surely strange wasn't it? Albeit; he looked too innocent. As if the only thing he really wanted was to talk to someone after wandering for hours, mostly using up a bunch of batteries to spare him. Kris cocked his head to the side a bit and never removing that oh-so sweet smile. He rocked a bit on his heels, thankfully not falling over from how small his figure was. He tried his bed as most.  "Well I don't think i'm dumb or anything but you see here sir, i've been wandering for hours on end and i've craved for conversation! It's quite wonderful! And-" He paused. The Walrider? Oh, now some fear rose inside of him. "Wait. You're... the Walrider?"

[krisfalk-blog]

hey guys  look its post-asylum kris

[krisfalk-blog]

@the-whistleblower-waylonpark  ooc; here ya go friend  He's been wandering these halls for hours, running into a countless amount of Variants and weirdos trying to make him into body soup. It wasn't all that great; in fact he hated it. As much as that cute face of his was there a small hint of fear coated his features. You could say he was worried for himself, for what was supposed to become of him. If that is he could even make it out here alive. He sure as hell knew nobody did. But then again there was always hope, right? It all depended, obviously. Kris was stocked with Batteries, and his Camcorder was bursting with life and power. It was raised eye level, and with that the Journalist squinted to a small bit, catching a glimpse of what appeared to be someone. He was completely oblivious that it wasn't someone... normal.           "Hey there random person I just though i'd come to you and ask for help... so, do you know exactly where I am?"   He seemed almost too innocent for his own being, unaware that it was Walrider Business here. He wouldn't understand the dangers of this. What pain it would bring him.

[aliitvodeson]

Reblog if your muse loves physical affection like cuddles, massages, head scratches and handholding

[krisfalk-blog]

what a great start, art of my oc  i’ll post it later but  man it hurt to draw that

[krisfalk-blog]

~~~ Semi-Selective & Independent Outlast OC  Muse and Mun are 18+  No smut at all. Muse is Asexual. ~~~ Muse Information & Post-Asylum Information

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