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“How can someone of your size bleed this much?”

You tell me, he wants to retort. ZERO seems frustrated about him bleeding all over his couch, but PUPPY has made himself comfortable (or as comfortable as he can be with an open wound across his stomach) and has no intention of moving. He grabs a pillow and shoves it behind his head, propping himself up just enough to examine the consequences of his mistakes.

The other walks away, and he doesn’t hear him come back. PUPPY isn’t bothered by the solitude. The wound will need stitches but right now all he wants is some peace and quiet. His head starts to nod, vision tearing with static and darkening in increments. It wouldn’t hurt to rest for an hour or two, would it?

A presence looming over him jolts him awake. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, which furthers his alarm. He tries to jump to his feet, only to gasp and sink back onto the couch, hands pressing down over the wound that definitely shouldn’t be continuing to incapacitate him.

What else have they taken from him? Why can’t he move? An injury like this has never stopped him before. He stares up at ZERO, exhaling a sharp and angry huff through his nose. It does nothing to ease the pain, but it’s not the pain that’s the problem.

“Hnn,” he growls, motioning in front of his face as if drinking from a glass. If he pours it on his mask, some of it will make it into his throat, he’s learned from experience. It’s not the most dignified option, but he’s past caring about what remains of his dignity.

#NEONCHRONOS #ASKS #BLOOD CW

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She doesn’t even remember being gone, but she must have been. That’s why she was assigned an entirely different home, though in the same neighbourhood as her old. But it’s a shame; her old apartment was decorated just how she liked it. This one was so plain in comparison. Was this really how these rooms started? Gross.

She was quick to reclaim one of the bedrooms on the top floor, furthest from where the noise would often be in her house. Maybe she should work on getting her own place this time.

She was looking out the window, like the mid-2000s music video loner she was, when an unmistakable person walking down the sidewalk caught her eye. Yes, she definitely smiled.

She waited until they were almost past her house to open the window and lean out a little, shouting down at them.

“Hey Scanlines.”

“You lost?” she said, before a small pause. “The front door’s unlocked.”

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Scanlines? His head jerks up, searching for the source of the voice. When he does, he’s not immediately sure what to make of it. He knows her. He knows her name, JILL. He knows that she is a friend, and that she is gentle and kind to him. He doesn’t, however, understand why he has those memories.

Were she anyone else, he would have kept walking. But, he’s curious, and her presence has reminded him of how lonely he is without his CREEPS stalking him wherever he goes. The invitation is accepted with a sharp nod, and PUPPY hesitates before pushing the front door open and silently, warily, stepping inside.

He stands there for a full minute, head slowly turning as he scans his surroundings for any sign of danger. The mask flickers through a sequence of distorted images, red and blue then red again. He shoves away the feeling of discomfort and climbs the stairs to find JILL. The red fades, and the mask goes dark.

She looks exactly as he (apparently) remembers her, which in itself is a familiarity he finds warming. “Hkk?” he gurgles in a questioning tone, taking both of her hands in his own and leaning down to nudge his mouthplate against her forehead.

#chu #KARMOTRINELIFESAVER

“You’re not happy, are you?”

A stupid question. Was there ever a time in which he was happy? He wants to believe he’d remember something as strange as that. PUPPY shivers and pulls his ragged jacket tighter around his shoulders, his breath fogging in the cold night air. He doesn’t see the point in wallowing in self-pity. He knows there’s countless people out there who have it worse. He’s killed some of them.

He's been through too much to care about something as fragile as happiness. As long as he’s alive and has the strength to keep fighting, that’s good enough for him. A steady pulse of red light crawls up his mask, a visual buffer of his scrambled thoughts, only to fade back into static as he looks at ROSA. No point in being dishonest. He shakes his head and then shrugs.

YOU HAPPY? he signs, jabbing her in the side with his elbow. It’s hard to tell what she’s thinking.

#LANDSHARKBITE #ASKS

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Some Questions Sentence Starters

“Where are you going?”

“What are you doing?”

“Where is __?”

“And where, do you think, are you are going?”

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Who are you?”

“Who is that?”

“Who did this?”

“Where are my __?”

“How on earth did you manage to hurt yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“How could you?!”

“What the fuck?”

“There’s nothing between us, is there?”

“How can I fix this?”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Is sorry not enough?”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“It’s over, isn’t it?”

“How can someone of your size bleed this much?”

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Is it supposed to hurt?”

“How can you go off without me like this?”

“You’re not happy, are you?”

“Why won’t you listen to me?”

“How can we stop this?”

“Can you just shut up?!”

“Why are you bleeding?!”

“Do you think you can help me?”

“Can you smile for me?”

“Why are you so sad?”

“Are you okay?!’

“What are you?”

?+ Add your own!

#MEMES

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oh god i’m a person. oh christ

#MUSE #OOC

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A foot slams into his already bruised ribs, and he jolts awake with a startled grunt. It takes him a second to remember where he is--sprawled against a wall in some neon dive bar, an empty bottle in one hand and his pipe on the floor beside him, wearing a stolen shirt that’s two sizes too big and drenched with alcohol. Not the worst state he’s ever woken up in, admittedly.

The person who kicked him awake is still standing over him, hands on their hips and mouth moving, but he can’t hear their voice over the music. Judging by their inebriated sneer, it’s probably just a string of insults. PUPPY rubs his throat and huffs a sigh before getting to his feet, wobbling slightly.

The assailant laughs at him. The masked man lurches forwards, slams his shoulder into their chest, and carries them both across the establishment in a mad charge. The pair crash down on the bar next to a woman, and PUPPY spares a glance at her face as he grabs a handful of hair and slams his opponent’s head into a beer tap.

#LANDSHARKBITE #VIOLENCE CW

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He’s exhausted, the energy drained from his body by days without rest. It’s inevitable that someone would notice his weakened state and assume he can’t defend himself. He refuses to run from the fight when it does come, and the addition of a sturdy metal pipe to his person quickly clears up any misconceptions about his ability to inflict grievous bodily harm.

Still, they get a few decent hits in before deciding to try their luck elsewhere. A steel-capped boot to the ribs is agonizing, but trying to move after the fact is even worse. PUPPY isn’t sure why the pain of his injuries is suddenly so noticeable. He can usually ignore it, but now, with his head spinning and his vision dark, he feels like he’s about to pass out.

A stranger rounds the corner right next to him, and he grabs at him instinctively before collapsing against him. His head drops to the man’s shoulder, and his breath rattles in his ear before he goes still. For a moment it seems as if he’s finally succumbed to his injuries, but then he starts to shake, choking on laughter turned harsh and almost unrecognizable.

The pipe clatters to the ground, and blood drips from his nose onto ZERO’S clothes. Maybe his new friend will be kind enough to put him out of his misery. If not, the filthy sidewalk is beginning to look like a comfortable place to sleep.

#NEONCHRONOS

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@maskedhaze // (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))

there’s an undeniable sense of déjà vu about the place. SHE can’t quite explain why, but HER excitement about being placed into a body is tempered by the feeling that SHE has done this before. oh well. it probably isn’t important.

what is important is that when SHE reaches out, SHE pinpoints the one person she gives a shit about. here’s the kicker: despite feeling rather blind and deaf to the rest of the world now that SHE’S out of orbit, SHE can still connect with PUPPY. so SHE does, putting HER reservations about contacting him aside in an instant.

SHE doesn’t say a thing right away, instead trying to see what he’s doing and where he is.

it’s kind of grimy. and dark. and it looks like he’s spending his evening strangling someone in an alleyway. that all sounds about right. SHE might not know the ins and outs of the city like SHE knows RENGKOK, but SHE gets enough information to know where this particular shithole is.

walking and talking is easy enough.

hi, puppy! (。-ω-)ﾉ i think i’ve kept you waiting for me for too long.

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This place is fucked, same as the last one. Though, the circumstances work in his favor. He wouldn’t know how to survive anywhere different. Anywhere peaceful. Even the thought of conforming to some highbrow society makes him nauseous, and so, being the thinker of good ideas that he is, he visits a bar in the FIBONACCI WARD and steals a drink or two.

Attempts to steal a drink or two. The BARTENDER attempts to stop him. There’s a lot of attempting on both sides, but he gets his drink regardless, only to find he can’t actually drink through the mask. In his rage, he turns and smashes his glass into the face of the next stupid bastard who lays their hands on him. They scream and collapse, but the sight of their gruesome injuries doesn’t stop their friends from joining the fight.

The last of them tries to run. PUPPY doesn’t let them. He wraps his hands around their throat and bashes their head into the sidewalk, over and over, only stopping when a familiar distortion crosses his vision and bursts inside his skull. Why is SHE here? What does SHE want from him? If SHE expects him to come crawling back, then--well, he’ll listen to what SHE has to say.

“Hgnn,” he manages in response, staggering back from the twitching corpse to examine his own damage. There’s a shiv buried in his side, his HOST SUIT torn and stained with his own blood. He rips it out and thumbs the blade as he waits, impatiently, for HER to arrive. He’s not sure what he’ll do when SHE does.

#HEAVENUNDONE #MURDER CW #BLOOD CW