Malware

(An rp blog for Malware, Dev's son. Run by @Dracl-Dragon Dev blog: @Hacker-and-Dev Multifandom. Any fandom rp is free to interact :) Anon signoff 🪲 🟩 if 🪲 is taken )

[mal-rp]

(Introduction)

"Welllll, hello there!" *The glitching entity greets, his tone cheerful with a faint hint of something... off,* "I am Mal! It's a pleasure to meet you..." *His voice is distorted and staticy.*

[mal-rp]

MMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL

LOCK THE FUCK IN. LATI, ME, AND ABOLISH REQUIRE IT.

*he just laughs..*

[mal-rp]

Lock in,small one. LOCK IN!

*he lets out a strange gurgling sound as more lime tinted foam pours out of his mouth. It doesn't seem like he can hear her.*

[mal-rp]

*... He's being.. disturbingly quiet.*

*occasional quiet giggles can be heard, but it isn't nearly as loud or desperate as before.*

*He's standing in the corner with his forehead pressed hard against the wall. Despite the quieter laughter, his expression looks both hollow and agonized..*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He finally nuzzles him, before starting to try to un-stab himself, starting with trying to pull his claws out.*

//alright. Trying to get him to unhand me first...

[mal-rp]

*he just digs his claws deeper.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

S I r please-

//What?

//He's digging deeper, of course.

*He tries to get him to open his mouth.*

Mal, please let go-

[mal-rp]

*he won't let go...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to just pull himself free...*

[mal-rp]

*He makes a sound between a choked laugh and a whine and attempts to pull Time towards him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I'm sorry....I tried to not get caught, Mal..

*He gives him another forehead kiss.*

//I'm just...gonna teleport...

*He tries to hug him with his one free hand before finally teleporting a few feet away...*

[mal-rp]

*he reaches out and tries to grab at him again for a moment, before slinking back into his room..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He sighs quietly, frowning as he goes to close the door...before realizing there is blood. Everywhere. Prof. Red looks at him with a long, tired glance before walking over...*

//I'm sorry, but we...can't do anything. And you...

//I know I know...I.........just..........had to hold him again. I....I miss him...

*Prof. Red almost steps in the puddle of blood..*

//PLEASE don't step in that- I don't know how much it can be contaminated-!

//Right, right...

*Prof. Red glances at Mal's room, door still half open...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's room is covered in both his own and Time's blood..*

*He's gone eerily quiet, still softly giggling as he paces..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks mildly horrified, but almost entirely just. So so very tired of Time doing this to himself. ....Three of Time's hands literally have fingers hanging on by strands of muscle and bone, oozing with shimmering golden blood. Prof. Red shakes his head.*

//Alright...just. shut the door and we're going to the lab to get you healed, we'll just leave a biohazard sign here....

*He starts prepping said warning sign as Time sighs, slowly shutting the door as he glancing at his poor, poor son...*

//....alright...

*After Prof. Red places the sign, he grabs Time by the shoulder and they teleport away....Time still looks as sad as ever.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal doesn't seem to react to the door being shut.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He finally nuzzles him, before starting to try to un-stab himself, starting with trying to pull his claws out.*

//alright. Trying to get him to unhand me first...

[mal-rp]

*he just digs his claws deeper.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

S I r please-

//What?

//He's digging deeper, of course.

*He tries to get him to open his mouth.*

Mal, please let go-

[mal-rp]

*he won't let go...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to just pull himself free...*

[mal-rp]

*He makes a sound between a choked laugh and a whine and attempts to pull Time towards him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I'm sorry....I tried to not get caught, Mal..

*He gives him another forehead kiss.*

//I'm just...gonna teleport...

*He tries to hug him with his one free hand before finally teleporting a few feet away...*

[mal-rp]

*he reaches out and tries to grab at him again for a moment, before slinking back into his room..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He sighs quietly, frowning as he goes to close the door...before realizing there is blood. Everywhere. Prof. Red looks at him with a long, tired glance before walking over...*

//I'm sorry, but we...can't do anything. And you...

//I know I know...I.........just..........had to hold him again. I....I miss him...

*Prof. Red almost steps in the puddle of blood..*

//PLEASE don't step in that- I don't know how much it can be contaminated-!

//Right, right...

*Prof. Red glances at Mal's room, door still half open...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's room is covered in both his own and Time's blood..*

*He's gone eerily quiet, still softly giggling as he paces..*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He finally nuzzles him, before starting to try to un-stab himself, starting with trying to pull his claws out.*

//alright. Trying to get him to unhand me first...

[mal-rp]

*he just digs his claws deeper.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

S I r please-

//What?

//He's digging deeper, of course.

*He tries to get him to open his mouth.*

Mal, please let go-

[mal-rp]

*he won't let go...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to just pull himself free...*

[mal-rp]

*He makes a sound between a choked laugh and a whine and attempts to pull Time towards him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I'm sorry....I tried to not get caught, Mal..

*He gives him another forehead kiss.*

//I'm just...gonna teleport...

*He tries to hug him with his one free hand before finally teleporting a few feet away...*

[mal-rp]

*he reaches out and tries to grab at him again for a moment, before slinking back into his room..*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He finally nuzzles him, before starting to try to un-stab himself, starting with trying to pull his claws out.*

//alright. Trying to get him to unhand me first...

[mal-rp]

*he just digs his claws deeper.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

S I r please-

//What?

//He's digging deeper, of course.

*He tries to get him to open his mouth.*

Mal, please let go-

[mal-rp]

*he won't let go...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to just pull himself free...*

[mal-rp]

*He makes a sound between a choked laugh and a whine and attempts to pull Time towards him.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He finally nuzzles him, before starting to try to un-stab himself, starting with trying to pull his claws out.*

//alright. Trying to get him to unhand me first...

[mal-rp]

*he just digs his claws deeper.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

S I r please-

//What?

//He's digging deeper, of course.

*He tries to get him to open his mouth.*

Mal, please let go-

[mal-rp]

*he won't let go...*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He finally nuzzles him, before starting to try to un-stab himself, starting with trying to pull his claws out.*

//alright. Trying to get him to unhand me first...

[mal-rp]

*he just digs his claws deeper.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time quietly sighs, patting his head again.*

.....what're we gonna do, bud....?

*He looks now more sad, almost like a child unable to stay on the playground until dusk.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't budge.*

*Time is probably going to have to be a little more forceful to move him...*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

//fine. I won't. IF. IF you stop doing t h a t right now-

//what? I can't MOVE him when he's like this!

//....o k a y. Fine, I'll turn the corner, but you have to tell me what you're doing!

//deal.

*Prof. Red sighs again, before going around the corner...*

[mal-rp]

*Mal almost immediately loosens his grip when the professor leaves, but he still doesn't let go.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Prof. Red looks unamused.*

//You're just gonna let him keep biting you as soon as I turn away.

//no I'm not!

*He is. Still petting him.*

//T I m e.

//.. ...Please don't tell dad-

*Prof red just. Sighs.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal seems to have absolutely no intention of letting go.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's still trying to pet him, seemingly not even flinching....it's almost unsettling how calm he is....Prof. red is horrified.*

//He wasn't doing this five minutes ago-!

//HES LITERALLY INFECTED W H Y-

//I'll explain if you just let me un-stab myself-! He's obviously agitated around more people, just-

//N O??

//There's no way in hell you're getting closer without getting bit!

[mal-rp]

*he starts laughing louder, but its a bit muffled since he's still biting Time.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*Time freezes, but not because of the biting.*

//Let's use our inside voices maybe!

//TIME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??

//Normal things!

*Prof. Red starts walking closer....Time doesn't try to pull away from Mal, fully aware hes been caught.*

[mal-rp]

*Mal starts actually clawing at Time, much more agitated now that there's someone else there.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He gives him a soft kiss, nuzzling him gently and purring, despite Actively Bleeding at the moment.*

I love you, Mal...in whatever state you might be in...

*....And then. Prof. Red walks into the hallway.*

.......

Time, what...?

[mal-rp]

*Mal, upon hearing another voice, suddenly bites much, much harder.*

[mal-rp]

*Time attempts to open the door...*

Mal...?

*the door is completely blocked from the inside.*

*he hears loud, agonized laughter...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-??

*Two arms hold the doorknob, his other arms pushing against it, trying to make it budge...*

[mal-rp]

*It doesn't even budge...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

MAL-!

*He grinds his teeth, as he steps back, clawing at his hair as he whispers a half-silent prayer. His eyes close before darting back to the door, attempting to remove it from its hinges...or, at least, get a sight into the room from the keyhole...*

[mal-rp]

*He can faintly see glowing green splatters through the keyhole...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*...He's crying.*

Mal, I- I'm going to break the door down i-if I have to-!

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain-

*...He tries to teleport in.*

[mal-rp]

...

. . .

*He can't.*

*He can't teleport in.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He grinds his teeth more, biting his inner lip repeatedly.*

F-f-f-fine. I'll..I have to, I can't- I can't leave you!

*He starts trying to bash the door in.*

[mal-rp]

*The door breaks pretty easily, but is still almost completely blocked from the inside. Mal really didn't want anybody in here for some reason..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

Mal...why.....why do you do this to yourself...?

*He knows exactly why. But he can't help but feel hurt, as he tries and tries to push his way in, hands barely able to grasp the edges of items pushed and stacked atop each other...*

[mal-rp]

*The laughter suddenly stops for a moment, before getting louder..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He tries to look in again..*

[mal-rp]

*Mal's hand suddenly gets shoved in a gap between the furniture as he tries to claw at Time...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

GAH, FUCK-!

*He jolts back, staring up with terrified eyes as he lands on the floor.*

[mal-rp]

*He keeps trying to claw at him. His fingers are stained green with his own blood..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He's crying even more, as he stands back up...*

Oh, my poor poor boy.....

*He stands a little away, but close enough to stare at him through the gaps...*

I-I-I'm so sorry I can't-c-c-couldn't s-save you...

[mal-rp]

*he pauses for just a second. If he wasn't looking so closely, he could've thought it was just his imagination.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-I.. l-l-l-love you.....you too...

[mal-rp]

*He starts trying to attack him again..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*His lips tremble, as he slowly picks up the pieces of the door.*

I....I can't do anything..........I can't do anything right...

*He starts mending the door together...*

I'm sorry.....I should've trusted you.....I can't....I......

I failed you....

*It doesn't take long for the door to be repaired, now standing open....He can't look at him anymore.*

[mal-rp]

*He tries to grab at him one last time before suddenly jerking back...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He reaches out one last time, shaking intensely...*

I know you're in there somewhere, my sweet sweet wonderful boy...it's....it's not your fault....

*He tries to smile bravely for his sake...*

[mal-rp]

*He actually manages to grab onto Time's hand, digging his claws in..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I love you, honey...I love you more than you could ever even perceive....

*He's still sobbing, one set of hands on the door, and one against the wall.*

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens, his claws digging deeper...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

I-if I could....I'd join you in an instant...I'd let you claw me to shreds, just to see you again...

*He laughs sadly.*

But I....I can't. I know.....know you wouldn't want to. I-I love you, my beloved son....

*He comes closer, reaching a second hand into the room.*

I love you....

[mal-rp]

...

*Mal bites him, sinking his teeth into Time's hand...*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He merely flinches...*

I love you, too...

[mal-rp]

*His grip tightens further, his teeth and claws sinking deeper..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*.......He....puts his other hands in......?*

*He starts patting his head.*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn’t try to go for his other hand.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He......starts purring, as he wraps both hands around his head, leaning into him from over the pile of stuff.*

[mal-rp]

*he grabs onto one of his other hands, digging his claws into that one as well.*

*He doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt him. He could cause far worse damage uf he was trying to.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*He seems well aware of this fact, letting him grab at him like a small, teething baby...letting his golden blood drip and soak into his heavily-infected maw willingly..He holds onto said hand with his own, smiling softly.*

[mal-rp]

*Its unclear if Mal even recognizes Time in this state..*

*now that he's closer, he can visibly see that Mal has deep claw marks on his arms, face, and neck, like he had been scratching at himself..*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

*..He seems more than willing to be used as a scratching post, if only to stop him from hurting himself.*

[mal-rp]

*he suddenly violently twitches, his hands spasming a little.*

[keepers-of-storycrafter]

It's alright....

*He leans in to kiss his forehead...*

[mal-rp]

*He doesn't make any attempt to stop him.*