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I like alot of things, ill just add a tag for any media i doodle of in the fan art section.
Fan art
Fnaf
Adventure time
Homestuck
Steven universe
Random games
(i haven't drawn for them all but some my favorite games are:zelda majoras mask, dont starve together, Minecraft, soma, Detroit become human, darkwood, portal, fallout 3-4, bioshock, Subnautica, inscription, the binding of Isaac, cult of the lamb) ^^
I opened flipaclip on my phone for the fist time in years because i had to immediately make a reaction scribble to something and found this abandoned artifact
@r0tting-rat & @amarynthian-fortress I hope you donât mind each otherâs company in this ask.
I also hope u donât mind that I tried writing for this ask. Also itâs halfway through November đ hope your not too sick of Halloween. I know I never am đ
Itâs been a reeeeally long time since Iâve written much of anything đł but I wanted to try it out again and both you guys are such amazing writers and i would be totally open to your feedback and suggestions đ„șđ„ș
DCA Slasher AU
content warnings: general spookiness i guess lol? oh but also characters describing acts of graphic violence :D
The October air is refreshingly cool as you step out from your car. Looking up into the fading pale sky, you see pink cirrus clouds lining a glowing sunset. You stand there for a moment and inhale deeply, briefly in awe of the color of the light. A sudden whistling breeze rattles the branches of a balding tree, sending a flurry of yellow leaves skittering across the parking lot.
Remembering that you have somewhere to be, you turn on your heel, slamming the car door a bit too hard and startling both yourself and a crow that was sitting on a nearby fencepost. It chides you sternly for your disruption with a caw.
Ignoring the jeer, you start down the sidewalk toward downtown, joining a half a dozen others leaving the lot, all of them dressed in varying degrees of costume.
Apparently for Halloween this year, the town had sectioned off a whole six block radius of shops, restaurants, and other commercial establishments to encourage business and tourism for the holiday. Blockades prevented cars from entering the area for the evening while vendor booths and pedestrians filled the streets. Local businesses handed out goodies to the trick or treaters, usually working in some advertisement of their wares and services.
You found yourself actually excited for this Halloween in a way that you hadnât felt since you were a child. You even dressed up! Ahhâkinda. You just pulled something from your closet and did your hair in a way that made you look like that one character from that show that you watched two seasons of three years ago.
But you had promised Sun youâd wear a costume tonight. You had left work much earlier than usual, vowing to return to the arcade now and stay late to assist with the festivities. Your outfit was quick enough to put on that you had managed to sneak in a nap before heading back out.
You pass kids in costumes. They walk and chitter to each other excitedly, yelping happily and playfully pushing each other around. A smile spreads widely across your face at the sight of their joy. Parents or scowling teen siblings follow closely behind. Now inside the blockades, booths displaying all manner of seasonally-themed crafts, foodstuffs, and trinkets line both sides of the street, people flitting from vendor to vendor. Candy bowls sit ripe for pillaging at the edge of every station.
Enjoying the sights and sounds, but not wanting to get caught up with the fair, you stick to the sidewalk. You round the last corner and across the street you see a small crowd of strange creatures gathered in front of the arcadeâa cat, a wizard, two pirates, Shrek, and multiple Disney princesses.
Their attention, you see as you cross the street and finally step on to the curb in front of the arcade, is entirely focused the clown crouched in front of them. You stop behind the group of kids and the clownâs eyes raise meet yours, flick down your form, and then refocus on the little girl in front of him, all in half a second.
âMr. Sun, we know magic isnât real. My cousin showed me that trick and then he showed me an entire book about fake magic! Itâs all slide a hand or whateverâŠâ
The clown, dressed in pale bright yellow and burgundy stripes, shakes his mane and brandishes a card with bear and the number 4 on it to the girl (one of the pirates). His already wide grin stretches further.
âLittle Captain Shelley, if magic wasnât real, then how did I know that this is the card you actually wanted, hmm?â he says.
Shelley the Pirate opens her mouth to retort, but before she can say anything, the clown suddenly flicks his pinkie and flips the card once, twice, thrice⊠and then thereâs a bar of chocolate grasped between his gloved fingers instead of the bear card.
The other kids give small gasps of delight. Shelley is quiet and wide-eyed for a moment before a shy smile breaks over her face and she snatches up the chocolate bar, dashing away giggling to her parents standing a few paces away. They scold her lightly for not saying âthank youâ to the clown, who is now passing out candies to the remaining trick or treaters.
You look around, taking in the decor that you and your bosses sweated over just this morning. You had watched as Sun hung string lights from the eaves at painstakingly even lengths. The goofy-looking giant spider that you had wrestled with earlier sat fat and content in a gauzy net of cobweb pinned over a window. A fog machine situated in the entrance between the two sets of doors into the arcade spilt thick mist out onto the pavement.
You spy the other clown fifteen or so feet away, slumped in a fold-out lawn chair next to the arcadeâs doors. His deep blue hat and pants, accented with yellow stars, stand out starkly against the ruddy red of his seat. Heâs already watching youâhead propped up in one hand braced against the chair arm, the other idly fishing through the bucket of sweets he has resting in his lap.
âStar light, star bright, wonât you grant me candy tonight?â
You pull your attention back down to the red and yellow clown to see that the trick or treaters have ran off to raze other pastures, leaving him alone with you. Heâs looking up at you now, cheeky grin cradled in his palms... then suddenly springs from his haunches to his full heightâeasily six and a half feet. The bells on his wrists chime abruptly with the motion. He weaves his fingers together, palms out, and brings his arms out and over his head, spine arching with the force of a full-body stretch.
He drops his long arms and takes one stride to close the distance between you. He leans a bit to the side, hand going absently to rub at his left knee, and gives a dramatically contented sigh. âAhh. Little monsters and princesses may come and go, but the Star always returns to the evening sky,â waxes the clownâwho is your boss of course, because thatâs the kind of life you lead now.
Ah. And heâs in character. More so than usual.
âStarlight, what kind of treats did you bring us?â he asks, bright blue eyes wide, chin tucked to gaze steadily down at you.
âOh shit. I forg-â
He leans further in toward you, face suddenly less than a foot from yours, and you jump a bit. He raises a single slender finger as if giving an instruction, or about to shush you.
âLanguage, Star, especially when there are children in the vicinity. Anyway, itâs fine, fine, fine. We have more insideâ Sun steps back and gives a dismissive wave. âMoony, could you get the two other five pound candy bags from the breakroom, pleeease?â
Moonâs head rolls lazily to give Sun a dead look, long strands of black hair spilling across the stark light side of his face.
âYou can have all the licorice, red and black.â Sun states.
Apparently satisfied with this, Moonâs head lolls back to a neutral position. He sets his candy bucket on the sidewalk, gets up with a low grunt, and trudges through the fog and into the arcade. You turn, opening your mouth to ask Sun what heâd like you to do now that your here, but heâs already prancing back to his postâjust in time to excitedly meet a Mario and Luigi pair.
You walk over and take up Moonâs nearly empty bucket of candy. Hmm⊠you wondered if Moon had been eating most of this himself, judging by the numerous empty wrappers mixed in with few yet untouched pieces of chocolate you see at the bottom of the bucket.
âTrick or treat!â Two pairs of childrenâs sneakers enter your vision.
You look up to see a couple of familiar facesâGregory and Cassie, both wearing blocky helmets and body pieces made of tinfoil-covered cardboard and covered in glued-on switches, buttons, and dials. They have their arms and legs stuck through wide flexible tubing and are holding lumpy pillowcases filled with their spoils.
âOh, hey guys. Robotsânice. Howâs the haul been tonight?â you ask.
The styrofoam balls that top the antennae attached to their helms bounce in the air when they look at each other and nod their square heads.
âPretty good. Wicksonâs down the street was giving out caramel apples. Think you can top that?â Cassie says.
You glance down at the meager dregs of what was left in the candy bucket. But before you can offer up the scant pickings and apologize, Moonâs voices rasps from behind you.
âKid, donât you know treats arenât for brats?â Moonâs arm brushes your shoulder as he remerges from the arcade, two bags of assorted candies clutched in one fist. He looks down on Gregory, lips pulled into a slight sneer. Gregory faces him fully and juts up his chin at a defiant angle.
âSounds like a sore loser talking.â
âKid, I already beat your score again this morning. Ainât got nothing to be sore about.â The sneer turns into a smug lopsided smile, displaying a sharp canine. You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing. Moon had forgone his usual nap on the break room couch, choosing instead to stand hunched over an arcade cabinet for the entire morning upon seeing GREG in mocking neon green at the top of the high scores. His desperation was evident by eleven when he snapped at you for vacuuming too close to the power cable.
âYeah? Well, Iâll be back in this weekend.â Gregory promises, narrowing his eyes and attempting to awkwardly cross his tube arms in front of his blocky shell. âYour scores arenât safe.â
Moon rolls his eyes and brings the hand holding the candy bags up, releasing one into the bucket youâre holding. Unprepared for the sudden weight, you almost drop it. He grips the top of the other in both hands and splits the plastic seam. Then he offers it stiffly to Gregory and Cassie.
âHere. Before I change my mind. Pick what you want then scram. No licorice though.â The kids donât hesitate, hands diving into the bag to fish out a Banana Laffy Taffy and an Almond Joy. Both of them crinkle their noses at the choice the other made. Cassie smiles sweetly and thanks Moon, starting back toward the vendor booths. Gregory also turns to leave but then gives Moon another narrow-eyed look. He brings two fingers up to his own eyes and then turns his hand so that his fingers jut toward Moonâthe classic gesture for Iâm watching youâthen he waddles away, tube legs impeding his movement slightly.
You set the candy bucket down in Moonâs chair and turn to face him, hands coming to your hips.
âKind of lazy, donât you think, to just be wearing your work costume for Halloween?â you tease and flick the bell of his hat resting at his shoulder. Moon just shrugs and gives you a bored look. His thick dark eyebrows flick up.
âYeah, and what are you suppose to be? Some sort of nerd businessman?â
âNo! What? You donât know? Iâm that one guy from that show with all the other people who all do the thing together.â
The street light above you two suddenly flickers on. You look up at the sky. In the half hour or so since you had left your rental, it had already darkened to a bruising indigo. You look back to Moon and in the stark orangey light, you spot a dark reddish mark on the white half of his shirt that you didnât see before. You peer closer and raise a finger to point out the stain just below the blue ruffle collar he wore around his neck. âHey, you got something right there. Jeez, is that blood?â
You scan him over again, looking for any sign of injury but find nothing concerning on what two-toned skin you could see⊠but looking at him carefully revealed an even larger stain on the dark-side of his costume, deepening the charcoal color of the fabric to almost black.
Glancing back up, you see a strangely stiff expression frozen on his mouth. But Moonâs eyes are intense, slightly wide, trained carefully on you. A spark of something jumps in your stomach under his gaze. You look away and try to break the weird sudden energy with a joke. âYou know you should really be more careful while you laze about onââ
âLast time I wore this, I killed someone.â
This statement, spoken flatly, makes you forget your awkwardness and look back at him again sharply, mouth slightly agape. A moment passes while you stare at him blankly⊠then two⊠then a small impish smile settles on your face.
âYeah? Did you suffocate him with a balloon animal?â
âI hit him in the back of the skull with a heavy statue from his mantle,â Moon says in the same matter-of-fact tone. Youâre slightly taken aback again, but then he continues steadily âAnd when he woke up, I smashed his knees with a bat so he couldnât run away.â
âAh, the olâ Tonya Harding. Classic,â you deadpan.
Moonâs face suddenly dips down closer to yours. His eyes have widened further in somewhat alarming glee and a slow smile was beginning to stretch his lips. You jerk slightly at the sudden closeness but stand your ground, not wanting to be the first to give into this odd game.
âAnd I took a knife and peeled strips off him until he begged for me to kill him⊠then I stuck it in his throat⊠and watched him choke to death on his own blood.â
âMoony, my old friendâmy partner in clown, brother of bellsââ You break away from Moonâs gaze to see Sun approaching, his hands gesturing in a whirling motion in the air. âIâm SURE what youâre blathering to them about is very importantâBUT, I need to pull our shining Star away so that they may attend to the prize counter. Some children inside will certainly be wanting to exchange their hard-won tickets for treasures very soonâmhm!â He finishes with a hearty confident nod.
âSun was there. It was his knife.â Moon breathes, close to your ear, then he leans back from his hunched position over you and you find you can finally take a full breath.
Sunâs jester shoes stop-short mid-step with a violent jingle and a harsh scrap. His gesturing halts and his expression freezes in a wide but strained smile. He hums a nervous, sort of giggly noise of confusion.
âI beg your pardon?â Sun asks through his teeth, head tilting at a sharp angle.
âMoon was just telling me about what you guys do in your free time. You didnât tell me you guys were suppose to be dressed as the Killer Klowns from Down the Street. I donât even see any blood on your costume, Sun.â This actually earns you a low devious chuckle from Moon, which makes you feel an embarrassing bloom of pride. Sun doesnât seem to find it so funny.
His eyes flick to Moon, to you, to Moon, and then back to you, and then Moon again⊠and then again back to you. His smile doesnât drop.
âAh yes⊠well, you know how hard even fake blood can be to get out of clothes.â Sun says in a constrained, somewhat aloof tone. Heâs staring at Moon again with a strangely pointed look in his eye. âWouldnât want to scare anybody with stains like that after the holiday, now would we? Theyâd think we were a couple of lunatics.â
âYou guys are kind of nuts though, you know.â You state. This draws both their gazes to fix on you again. âYou bought this place didnât you? With its history and everything.â You stick a thumb back in the direction of the arcade. âPretty crazy. But you turned it into a cool place.â A smile lights your face at a feeling of genuine appreciation for your current situation in life. Sure, your showers were mostly cold water and your car was probably gonna fall apart on the drive home, but you had a pretty cool job with two people whom you now considered to be more your friends than bosses.
âAight, Iâm gonna head inside now.â You pivot with a wave and turn away from Sun and Moon, feeling the heavy weight of their twin gazes on the back of your neck. The sky is now nearly black, cold, distant stars glinting. A gust of wind picks up and sends fog swirling around your legs as you enter the arcade. The air, pleasantly cool only an hour ago, now bites chillily at your exposed face and throat.
Okay thatâs all folks :D This was what I was working on most of the week. I started the first paragraph and was like âthis is really hard!â then skipped to halfway through to some dialogue I knew I wanted. Itâs hard to find the most efficient words to describe the scene and characters.
Iâm happy with it! but I feel like it might read a bit stiff? Maybe you can tell Iâve read and watched too much historical fiction. Worry sometimes I come across a bit stuffy or old fashion-sounding.
Idk idk like I said at the beginning, itâs been a very long time since Iâve written any prose. Hope you liked it~ most probably definitely will do more, it just takes a lot of time and thought.
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