ITS FINALLY DONE!! this episode had me rolling in my seat FANGIRLING. i wonder if they're playing into these two or im just crazy!? the chemistry is insane. they make me so happy, and i genuinely think carmine would be such a good change for moons lifeđđ
"My poor girl, dry your tears. I know your heart wasn't in it."
She's just a child. Yet she has far more blood on her hands than anyone should ever have, much less at her age. I sometimes wonder how Puppet would feel about all that's happened to her since they last met.
Also can we like kill Titan like immediately i want that man dead in the streets.
I'm usually pretty neutral on Ruin as a whole, but since Titan wanted him dead, I wanted Ruin to live out of pure spite. He's Charlie's GRANDPA and Titan doesnât deserve the satisfaction of winning for once in his life.
Doodles and Speedpaint Below:
There's no greater anger than that which comes from seeing a loved one suffer and being able to do nothing to help them.
Titan bullying a 12 year old and being so smug about the fact that he's better than her. A child. Grown-ass man btw. (the original!)
I really really want Charlie to be the one who atomises him but at the same time that would just traumatise her more :(
Almost everything about this cretin irritates me.
Speedpaint:
I feel like every time I write something along the lines of "I struggled with the background," but I feel its very obvious with this speedpaint. I was trying to make the BG accurate initially, but I gave up when the yellow light ended up clashing with the somber vibe I wanted to capture (even though under normal circumstances, I'd like how it looked).
Also, the window had to be bigger than in the scene. For reasons :)
Amazing art! I agree with this very much. I adore Ruin with all my heart but neither he or Titan should've gotten what they wanted: Ruin dead. It was such a stupid decision and way too convenient đĄ
Okay probably not many people will read this, but I still will.
Guys, TSAMS is losing more and more views every day, especially the gameplay videos, which by the way are VERY entertaining to watch, and thanks to that the VAs will have to stop making those videos, and that's not good. Nowadays videos no longer even manage to reach more than 40 K views, and that is worrying, because before it even exceeded 200 K views, and do you think that the views now are compared to that? Not at all, and I'm not the only one who has noticed it. This is no longer just about gameplay videos, this is about all videos in general, yes, TSAMS is not like it used to be, and I understand that some people are not as interested in it as much as they used to be, and about that, there is nothing that can really be done.
The only ones to blame here, at least I think so, as I've seen some say it's the fault of the company that runs all TSBS channels, What if I'm sincere? I understand very well why.. Thanks to them and how they make VAs treat their audience, and how they cut the arcs (like the Overseer's), the views are getting worse every day.
Can we stop killing villains who we didn't use anymore, please?
I'm so so tired to see this happen over and over again, with Eclipse and Killcode and Ruin, Creator and Dark Sun.
They have so much potential and Tsams just use them in one arc like why?????? Are they going to quit soon????
I feel sad for Joy and Sebastian but the same with Sun, I just.... Don't know what to feel.
It's so stupid, like what do you mean Dark Sun after doing all that craps, ( still lying his ass about these people he hurt and kill ), he chooses to kill himself because he doesn't want to hurt more people ?????
This is the one who revives Solar out of thin air, girl?????
Then what about all the plot he left behind???
The shady agreement with President Earth, the Wither dragon, the interaction with The Void implying he knows more he share....
I rather choose to believe Dark Sun plans to let Sun hear it because he wants Sun to take his place rather than a sob story about Sun 'accidentally' overhear it.
No way Dark Sun didn't know Sun wandering around at that moment, like, he is the one who lives with Nexus, the guy always plotted his downfall my god.
They can choose a time when Sun already comes home to alarm Joy but no, it has to be now
I think Dark Sun wants Sun to feel sorry for him to do something for him
Sure, Sun forever resents and hates his ass, but also, Sun is always the empathy person, in terms of not kicking the dog when it's down.
There are two theories:
- Dark Sun wants Sun to become him, not in his self destructive tendency right now because he really screams of being a classic Moon.
No, he wants Sun to become someone cold and calculated just like him, and also maybe take his place. Because let's look at Sun, he is so similar to Dark Sun right now.
He is colder, he lacks interest in cleaning and does that rather because it is chores, he chooses to distance himself from a toxic environment, I mean Moon in the way not running away from it, but accept it.
(He knows Moon wouldn't change, so he doesn't hope for Moon anymore in all that accountability)
And he does a really good job with magic, and his ability with Wither Shard....
Sun is capable of himself and can take charge when he needed
- The second theory is Sun just accidentally eardrops for real. Dark Sun genuinely felt guilty about the thing he did and wanted to do nothing but good for Sun and the others. He just wants a silly death and nothing from that would affect Sun. (but that fake as hell)
Okay so we know that in Tiger Rock's dimension William and Chris switched places and Henry and Charlotte switched places, so that would mean Chris is the killer and William died in the bite while Henry is the puppet or puppet-adjacent character so they're both dead kids, and you know how so far, every version of eclipse have children except for two TEAS eclipse and ruin but TEAS eclipse is still a daycare attendant so he still is around children but ruin isn't, there's also the whole conversation with Tiger Rock and them reconciling with each. Anyways DAVIS REED PLEASE LET THEATREROCK ADOPT WILLIAM AND HENRY AFTER ALL THIS AND LET RUIN HEAL AND BE HAPPY.
Huh well it looks like I was wrong about Eclipse being aroace.
Huh it seems like mine and many other fans theory/headcanon of Eclipse being aroace is wrong afterall? Huh interesting.
I'll admit it feels strange thanking about someone like Eclipse caring about dating and being in romantic relationships in general because I came to the conclusion he was much more comfortable with having close friendships and familial bonds more than anything.
And of course I still gotta bring up that I still much prefer Eclipse and Roxanne's relationship staying platonic because I love the potential of those two being a great male and female queerplatonic representation in the show so much.
Also I may sound selfish for saying this but I hope this isn't indication he'll start dating any time soon because I want Eclipse to finally start learning how to raise his kids as a single dad on his own with out help for awhile.
Just so everyoneâs aware: thereâs some bullshit being spread about Kat and me online, again. None of it is true. Itâs a mix of trolls, fake accounts, and people trying to stir up drama for attention. And weâre not interested in playing along.
If you come across these rumors, please donât just take them at face value. Ask for proof. So far, we havenât seen a single claim with any actual validity. Itâs just drama for dramaâs sake.
Weâve documented everything and spoken to legal professionals. Not because weâre afraid, but because itâs smart to be prepared and understand our options. We could take it further if it keeps escalating, but honestly, weâd rather not waste time on people who clearly have nothing better to do.
If you donât like me, thatâs fine. Block me, move on, and stop interacting with my content. Making up disgusting lies and rumors doesnât prove anything. It just shows your flawed character.
Weâre focused on our actual lives: our content, our wedding, and our community. Not people hiding behind fake accounts.
Went to my very first monster truck show this weekend! I immediately fell in love with the Megalodon cuz it made me think of one of my favorite artistsđđ @ayyy-imma-ninja
These are a couple of my favorite photos I took with my phone. They turned out pretty good, I thinkđ€
Summary : This morning just happened to be the morning your carpal tunnel flared up. Youâre used to pushing through it, it was common in your field of work. This morning also happens to be the morning two of your housemates step in to help.
Trigger Warning(s) : None
Rating : T, SFW
Word Count : 3736
Extra : This AU belongs to @venomous-qwille ! This was originally just supposed to be with Soleil, but Sunspot snuck his way in and I decided to let him stay. I really hope this turned out okay <3 I had to use Google Translate for any French that shows up, but I did try to look farther into what it was giving me before using it. Sorry if itâs inaccurate.
âWhat, pray tell, are you doing?â
The sudden presence of a voice from behind made you jump with a start. While you did have the bathroom door open to let the shower steam out, you hadnât exactly been expecting someone to pop in while you were making use of the mirror. You only expected to be in here a short while longer anyways. An undignified yelp slipped through your lips, which was quickly followed by a soft string of curses as you watch your hair fall from between your fingers.
âLanguage, friend,â the voice spoke again.
You were usually a little better about your words since arriving at the Mill. Not great, admittedly, but you knew courser language triggered unwanted coding for some and was genuinely unliked by others. That was usually enough to keep you from blurting out anything too bad.
That being said, there were moments where you still couldnât stop them from slipping out, and being jumpscared was definitely one of those moments. The growing frustration with your uncooperative hair didnât help.
Placing a hand over your chest and leaning heavily on the sink counter, you look up into the mirror to find your most recent spook. Blue-lavender eyes stared back from the doorway in an unamused but questioning stare. âSol,â you breathe out, â you scared me.â
There was an impression of him lifting an eyebrow as he continued to stare at you in the slightly fogged glass. âSincerest apologies, but I thought you were well aware of my presence since I stepped in.â
Your own brows wrinkled at his wording, almost scared to ask, â...How long have you been standing there?â
Instead of answering, Soleil simply stepped fully into the small bathroom and walked to your side. You turn to meet him as he steps up to the counter, eyebrow lifting as his silk-covered hand reaches up to softly run through your still damp locks. âYou never answered my question. What were you trying to achieve with tangling your hair farther than it already was?â
The urge to roll your eyes arises, but you instead sigh heavily and drop your head into your hands. A quiet hiss leaves your lips as his fingers snag on the aforementioned tangles. âFais attention mon ami!â Sol is quick to admonish as he gently removes his hand from your hair, âYou really do need to take note of your surroundings more.â You decide not to dig yourself any farther into this hole and instead answer his previous question. With your hands over your face, though, it comes out more like mumbles to his audio receptors. The solar bot reaches up and grabs your wrists, causing you to stiffen for a moment before he continues gently moving your hands down. âMumbling is unbecoming of you. Letâs try that again.â
âI was braiding my hair,â you try again, not meeting his gaze. Braiding your hair wasnât hard. Usually. This morning just happened to be the morning your carpal tunnel flared up. The numbing feeling was not helping the fine motor skills of your hands, nor was the occasional tinge of pain if you moved your wrist a certain way. âThe feeling of my hair on the back of my neck has been bothering me lately, and it being wet isnât helping.â
The earlier impression of exasperation comes back when he remains quiet, but you canât be quite sure without looking for the subtle movements of his face. You didnât really want to do that, though. Youâd always been told that your expression was easy to read, and your new housemates didnât miss anything. You didnât need Soleil to see the red covering your face in your embarrassment. Not that it really mattered. He was probably already aware of it.
You only move to watch Sol as he pulls back from you, eyes tracking him as he grabs a clean towel from the rack. The sound of rustling fabric hits your ears as he lets the towel unfold. At seeing you watching him, he throws the towel over his shoulder and grabs your own shoulders in his hands. The push is gentle as he turns you back towards the mirror. You feel yourself tense slightly at the looming presence suddenly standing at your back, his tall stature and the typically off-putting air around him culminating into an oddly intimidating sort of vibe. Itâs not purposeful on your part, just instinct at the new unknown feeling, but it still leaves you feeling guilty as he definitely notices the movement.
âNo need for apologies,â he replies back, removing his hands to grab the towel again. âNow, letâs get this hair dry before you catch another cold.â
Fingers meet your scalp from under the cotton as Soleil tenderly begins working at the dampness. Soft but steady movements cause your eyes to slowly shut in contempt, easing you into a state of rest as you lean into the touch. You donât realize how far youâre leaning into the touch until your back hits something solid. Your eyes fly open, slightly panicked at how he might react to you now propped up against him. Surprise hits you as all he does is freeze for a moment before he continues.
Youâre not sure what reaction you were expecting. Him pushing you off his chest, maybe? A scolding? This, though, definitely wasnât it. Your eyes track up the glass to check his expression, only to find he now looks complacent. No, there was a different word for this. This wasnât him being smug, this was something almost soft. Content, maybe? That still wasnât quite the word you were looking for, but it was the closest thing to what you were grasping at. Scared to be caught simply watching him, you close your eyes again and lean back into his touch.
The moment ends all too soon in your opinion, even if you knew it had been a decent few minutes. Hands retreat from your head, taking the towel with them as he returns it to his shoulder. Once free, though, his hands are quick to grab your waist. Nothing happens for just a brief second, but itâs enough for your thoughts to freeze with him. He then pushes you forward off of him and breaks whatever that fleeting moment was. Soleil gives a soft squeeze before releasing you, the look in his eyes gone as he steps back, âAll done.â
Turning, you face him. Part of you wants to question what he was doing when he froze. Heâd just stood there, eyes locked on the reflection in the mirror. But you decide against it. It wasnât the only odd behavior youâd seen from him since he walked in, and you werenât about to start an argument with him over it. Instead, you give him a smile. âThank you, Sol.â
He blinks down at you, almost seeming to process something before his smile widens slightly. âYouâre welcome.â Before the conversation can be continued, Soleil reaches past you to grab the small bag of hair supplies laying on the counter and exits the bathroom. âCome along,â the solar bot calls behind him.
âWait, what?â You take a step back and stick your head out the doorway, âHey, I kind of need those! What are you doing?â
Soliel stops just long enough to turn and explain before continuing on his way, âI was sent to collect you for breakfast. Sunspot is probably wondering where we are by now.â
âAnd my stuff? Last I checked, we didnât need hair product to eat.â
He remains silent, leaving you to huff in frustration as you jog to catch up with him.
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âAh, Solly! Welcome in!â
Even if he didnât physically show it, the mental eyeroll he gave could be felt from where you stood behind Soleil. âAnd to what do we owe the pleasure, Fool?â he asked as he stepped farther into the kitchen to allow you in.
Before you sat the aforementioned jester, along with Sunspot standing across the table. The androidâs face was half hidden behind a bundle of something you couldnât quite make out before it was set down. Your name slipped past his lips with a smile, âI was wondering where you might have been!â
Soft laughter came from you as you remembered what Sol had said earlier in the hall. âHi guys,â you said with a wave, âJoining me for breakfast?â
You almost jumped when Fool suddenly slumps heavily across the bench, looking almost as if he powered down. It wasnât until his hanging hand lifts up to his forehead that you relax. Dramatic as ever. âSadly, I must take my leave,â he cries, âLest the red queen have my head today.â One of his closed eyes cracked open to stare at Soleil with a growing grin. Sol visibly bristled, causing you to tense in preparation for a possible altercation, before Sunspot broke into the conversation.
âPlease let us get through breakfast before starting anything. Everyone has work to be done today, meaning some of us need to eat.â The android looks pointedly towards you during his last sentence. His strained smile was enough to show his current displeasure.
Sol almost seems to imitate taking a deep breath in before his shoulders relax slightly. âAgreed,â he hisses out in strained false merriment.
Fool jumps up from his seat, giving a soft bow and a mock kiss to the back of your hand before he makes his way out of the room with a whistle. The tune isnât one youâre familiar with but definitely something youâve heard from him before. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Soleil track his movements with a half hidden glare before making his way to the table. You wonder if him taking Foolâs seat was a weird sort of victory celebration, or simply because it was right next to your slowly cooling food. Maybe both.
Quick to follow his lead, you sit yourself on the bench next to Sol. On the plate before you lay two cinnamon rolls, decorated with blueberries and cut up slices of strawberry. Your mouth waters as the sweet smell hits your nose. âThese look incredible, thanks Sunspot,â you compliment with a smile before reaching up to grab one.
A small but sharp pain radiates from your wrist, causing you to wince slightly. Right, that. You hope that neither of the bots in the room spotted your moment of pain, but itâs quickly dashed as you spot Sunspotâs concerned look across the table. âAre you alright?â
âYeah, nothing to worry about,â you try to soothe. âJust a little carpal tunnel. Iâm used to it.â
Your wrist is gently snatched up for the second time that morning and Sol mumbles something to himself in French. You want to remark something about how âmumbling is unbecomingâ but, with his buttons already having been pushed moments before, you keep it to yourself. Instead, you watch as he lightly begins to press on certain parts of your hand and arm. Heâs quick to loosen his thumb on your wrist when your whole arm jerks back. âEasy,â you hiss in pain, âI literally just told you what was wrong.â
Sunspot suddenly appears at your other side, softly taking your arm from Soleilâs grasp to begin his own inspection. âHave you been stretching your hands before working? Do you have a brace to sleep with? How long has this been going on?â The questions are rapid fire, but heâs quick to stop himself when he realizes.
âIt really is fine guys. I usually do stretch my hands, but Iâve been a little preoccupied. Guess it just slipped my mind.â Your fingers flex absentmindedly as you speak. âThe numbness started yesterday but it wasnât terrible. Didnât think much of it honestly. I do have a brace, I just was too exhausted last night to remember to wear it.â
Guilt stirs in your chest. You finally glance at Sunspot out of the corner of your eyes, âSorry. I know I promised.â
He looks at you for a moment before sighing. You internally relax as he gives you a smile. A hand reaches up to move across the top of your head and rest at the back. âWeâll talk about this later, right now you need to eat.â
The imitation of someone clearing their throat comes from your right, causing you both to look up at Soleil. His eyes were locked on Sunspotâs hand for a split second before he looked between the two of you. He reaches into your bag he brought with him and lifts up the brush, âYour hair is dried, but still tangled in knots. Better to deal with those now before you forget.â
Blinking, you remember why Soleil was even here to begin with. âOh, right, that,â you breathe out, mostly to yourself.
You feel the hand on your head run slightly through your hair before retreating. Sunspot gives a hum as he looks between your plate and the brush in Soleilâs hand. âHow âbout this,â he proposes, âIf you face me, Soleil can work on your hair while I help you eat.â
âUm, what?â you ask dumbly. It takes you a moment to realize what he was saying, a blush spreading across your cheeks, âI can feed myself, thank you.â
âThis isnât me trying to baby you,â Sunspot comments, knowing you werenât fond of codling. He looks from you to the plate as he pulls it slightly more his way. âThis is more me genuinely monitoring your health.â
âItâs better to rest your hands when you can. Otherwise itâs just going to get worse,â Soleil cuts in.
You take a moment to think as you look between your two sunny companions. Neither of them would push you if you truly didnât want to. Well, Soleil may push, but he wouldnât force. There would just be a possibility of more passive aggressive comments if you said no. With Sunspot there would just be disappointment. You had just talked about your promise to take better care of yourself.
Slumping in defeat, you nod your head. âFine. Fine fine fine, weâll do that,â you give in, causing Sunspot to give a bright smile. Turning yourself on the bench with your legs crisscrossed, you face him with your back to Soleil.
The bench groans slightly as the taller bot shifts behind you, turning to straddle it as he moves closer. Thighs press against your own as Soleil situates himself to have better access to your hair. Itâs funny, you note, that his presence doesnât cause you to tense like it did earlier. Youâre able to turn your full attention to Sunspot before you as Sol begins to work the tangles out of the ends of your hair.
Pink hair bounces slightly as Sunspot sits himself crisscross on the bench as well, his knees pressing against yours. It shines brightly in the morning light coming through the kitchen window, the kind of plastic sheen that gives away its artificial nature. Pretty nonetheless. âLift your hands, please,â he asks, placing a cloth napkin across your lap with a soft thanks as you comply. He then picks up a fork and cuts a piece off one of the cinnamon rolls, stabbing through a strawberry slice as well before bringing it up to your face. âHopefully this is still warm enough to enjoy.â
You lean forward slightly, taking the bite into your mouth and chewing it slowly. The sweet taste of the icing and strawberry mixed with the surprisingly still warm pastry bread makes you close your eyes with a hum. Out of politeness, you swallow before speaking up, âAre these homemade?â
Sunspot nods with a grin, âNearly everything was made from scratch.â
âIâm never getting store bought cinnamon rolls ever again,â you vow.
Laughter bubbles past his lips, seemingly infectious as you chuckle with him. âAs always, just ask and Iâll make them again,â he mentioned as he cut another piece.
Serenity filled the air of the kitchen, warm in the sunâs gentle light. You and Sunspot continue to converse as you eat while Soleil continues to softly ease the tangles from your hair. At some point he moves to reach for something across the table, but returns to his almost curled position over you without a word and begins to start braiding. The numbness in your fingers is forgotten in the comfort of the feeling. Like one of those moments where the world outside of your space seems to have frozen.
Just before your last bite, a small chain of events happens. You quote an older video of a young girl saying âitâs not an airplane, itâs just a spoonâ, which causes Sunspot to poke fun about airplanes not being cool enough and mimics a train with the fork in his hand. This gets a good laugh from you before itâs cut off with a yelp of surprise when something sharply stabs at your scalp. âDeeply sorry, but you really should keep still when one has pointed objects near you,â Soleil chides as he properly slides the bobby pin into your hair.
This time you do roll your eyes, knowing he canât see your face. Sunspot shakes his head at your antics as he places the fork down. You feel your brow furrow as he gently takes your chin in hand to keep you still. âSomething on your face,â he explains softly as he takes the cloth from your lap. He softly rubs at a spot just to the side of your mouth, eyes focused before he pulls back and folds the napkin, âThere we go.â
You swallow at the sudden dryness in your mouth before mumbling out a soft thanks. The meal is quickly finished without any more instances, and Sunspot rises from his seat to clean your dishes. âI like the flowers, Soleil,â Sunspot says over his shoulder as he walks to the sink.
âFlowers?â you question, not able to turn your head in fear you might accidentally get stabbed again.
The aforementioned bot finishes with whatever heâs pinning into your hair before handing you your pocket mirror. Your fingers brush against the silk of his glove as you take it from him and position it to see his handiwork.
Small wildflowers stick out from the strands of the crown braid Soleil has done around your head. Vibrant purples and whites accompany the few large pink water lilies that decorate you. âOh my god,â you breathe out. A smile splits across your face as you pivot your head to admire the work. Uncrossing your legs and throwing them over the bench, you turn to face the bot behind you, âOh my god, this is beautiful Sol, thank you!â
Now there was that complacent look. âYouâre welcome, friend,â he replies, reaching up to reposition one of the flowers. His hand drops down and his fingers ghost across your jaw. He then turns his attention to put your things back in your bag.
You clear your throat, âSo, where did the flowers come from anyways?â
Sunspot turns to face you as he dries his hands, âOh, Fool brought those in! Lovely, arenât they?â
You see Soleil freeze out of the corner of your eyes, fists clenching slightly, but you leave him to whatever moment heâs having and look at the mirror again. They must have been the bundle you saw Sunspot holding when you first walked in the room. âThey are. I didnât even know these grew on the grounds. Iâll have to thank him when I see him again.â Solâs hands clench a second time at the last statement.
Quiet fills the kitchen again. Bird song filters past the panes of the window. You lean slightly into Solâs side with a sigh. Blue-lavender eyes look your way almost in silent question as he continues cleaning up.
Stopping in front of you, Sunspot drops into a crouch in front of you and softly grabs your wrist. âIt would be best to let your hands rest right now,â he suggests as he massages slightly up and down your forearm.
A sigh escapes you and you slump toward him, but you give him a nod. âYeah, alright,â you agree. You watch as the sunlight hits his hair again and give into the urge and run your fingers through the pink locks. The curls are soft, not quite real but not as plastic as you thought it would feel. âSorry,â you pull back when you see his cheeks color, âI should have asked.â
âIt-Itâs fine! No harm!â He laughs nervously.
Soleil cuts in by depositing your bag into your lap. âItâs time we get started with the day,â he says as he stands, offering Sunspot a hand to help him stand. The android takes it with a thanks, smoothing down his shirt.
âThank you again,â you call after Soleil as he exits the room, but you get no response. Sometimes, you wonder why you even bother. You then turn to Sunspot, âAnd thank you. Breakfast was amazing.â
âIâm glad you liked it,â he grins as he holds out his hand. You take your bag in one hand as you take his offer.
Both of you stand there for a second. His eyes are a much more vibrant blue than Soleil, you note. Striking against his warmer colors.
You give his hand a light squeeze before letting go. âI should probably return this to my room,â you say as you lift up the bag.
Sunspot gives a nod, âRight. Yeah.â He calls your name again just as you go to exit the room, causing you to turn. âPlease no basement today,â he asks of you.
Frustration bubbles in your chest, but you push it down. âGot it,â you pat the door frame before leaving the kitchen. Time to go find something to occupy your time. Maybe Misuta would let you borrow a book.
Summary: Stitchwraith has a way of breaking his new soon-to-be allies. Blood Moon gets the unfortunate result of being the main victim.
Warnings: Injury, Mild Gore, Torture, Controlled Shocks, Mind Control, Separation, Asphyxiation, Near Death Experiences, Cannibalism, Blood, Blood Loss, Angst, let me know if I should add anything else.
Ghost Of You: Chapter 1
âGet in!â The tangle of wires and metal somehow had beaten them. Dragged to the ground with blows and damage inflicted to their newly fixed body. A few error messages flashed in their eyes of the damage.
It was mainly cracks and holes etched into their outer shell but one blow had severed the inner endo of their right arm from its circuit, warping the metal that now poked out of their shoulder in a twisted spike of metal through their shoulder. The other major injury was their left foot that had been crushed under the Stitchwraithâs foot.
âNo.â They spat at him.
âYouâre going to be difficult?â The being growled, yanking them up by their thin neck.
âOf course!â They laughed at the prospect. They didnât fear him, they didnât fear death even.
âThen I will put you in.â The Stitchwraith picked them up by their neck frame and shoved them into the tube, a sort of machine, the twins didnât exactly know what it did but the way they floated in the tube brought to mind a test tube. âAnd you two will know how it feels to truly lose.â
The machine stuck out a mechanical arm and put something on the back base of their head, under where their hood usually hit but it had fallen down in the fight. Blood Moonâs vision gained a black aura, like the room was closing in.
Something felt painful enough to scream but Blood Moon wasnât sure if he was actually screaming or not. He heard someone screaming but he wasnât sure it was him or his twin. Could it be them? It might be with how painful whatever Stitchwraith was doing was.
âSee? This isnât all of it.â Stitchwraith growled at them, almost tormenting them. What even was âthisâ? What had he done? Their body felt weird and different! Was he fixing them? He couldnât be, it was too painful to be âfixingâ.
Suddenly a splitting migraine began and both twins screamed, their screaming bouncing off each otherâs voice, frying their voice box since both of them didnât use it at the same time ever, theyâd been careful of that because it could overload. But the pain caused them to break it.
High whirs, loud rattles, and deep glitching noises let out of their damaged voice box as the migraine continued to grow and suddenly Blood Moon couldnât feel his twin, he could hear his twin screaming but he couldnât feel him there. He took rattling breaths as the migraine settled and looked up at the damned Stitchwraith.
âWhat? Scared?â The thing chuckled.
âWhy the fuck would I be afraid of you?â Blood Moon spat at him.
âBecause I own you two now. Youâre mine. My personal little slaves.â Stitchwraith chuckled at them.
âLike hell we are!â Blood Moon screamed back.
âIt seems this one needs some reformatting. Hold still.â
âHuh?â Blood Moon looked up as Stitchwraith hit a button and Blood Moon felt agony through his endo, like volts running through his body but it wasnât normal controlled shocks, it feltâŠdifferent. His body felt different. It felt weird.
Once the jolts ended, Blood Moon looked down at his body and screeched at the flesh he could see, covering his arms feeling the skin on his arms and stomach. He was fleshy! He was human!? Why could he feel hair falling into his eyes!?
âThe other one, donât have too much fun.â The tanks suddenly released the both of them, Stitchwraith nowhere in sight, the devices on the back of their heads disappearing and Blood Moon fell over himself and knelt on the ground, huffing and confused. He looked up to see his twin standing before him, still a machine, still animatronic.
âBrother?â Blood Moon asked his twinâs attention but his twin didnât respond, eyes blazing a glow of black unlike the usual white his twinâs eyes were in their mind. But his twinâs eyes glowed down at him.
âTarget. Devour. Consume.â Harvest Moon spoke unlike himself, he sounded different, devoid of emotion. Blood Moon couldnât move away faster than his twin reached down and grabbed him by the neck.
Blood Moon tried to yelp or scream, but Harvest Moonâs hand was tight on his neck, slamming him into a nearby wall and Blood Moon felt the air knocked from his lungs, struggling to get it back with the hold on his throat.
The feeling of the lack of air was dizzying and he felt his heart beating what felt like far too quickly. Harvest Moon was looming over him like some kind of demon, like he wasnât himself anymore but a monster and Blood Moon was scared. He was actually afraid of his own twin.
Then Harvest Moon seemed to glitch a second, eyes flashing between white and black, hand releasing Blood Moonâs neck and dropping him to the floor gasping and choking on air, holding his achy throat.
But then Blood Moon have a scream as Harvest Moon sat on his stomach, the weight of it feeling painful on his insides. It felt like his twin weight thousands of pounds right now. Did he? Probably not, they weighed several hundred pounds of machinery but not thousands.
Black glowing eyes stared into his with a manic look, this was his twin, but warped and twisted, more dangerous to Blood Moon himself now, especially because Blood Moon was human now.
âW-What are you doing?â Blood Moon whispered.
âConsume.â Harvest Moonâs voice came out as some form of demon, mouth opening and Blood Moon gave a scream as he felt Harvest Moonâs teeth sink into his neck, hands gripping at his twinâs head and trying to pull it away to no avail, shivering as Harvest Moon sucked at and swallowed down the blood that was flowing from the bite.
âPlease stop!â Blood Moon hiccuped.
âNo.â Harvest Moonâs voice was dark and twisted, something about it was malicious unlike his twin brother was to him.
Harvest grabbed his hands and slammed them into the floor, making them ache and his wrists hurt at the hold. Blood Moon shivered at the feeling of being bled and fed from like they used to for their victims. He was getting lightheaded and dizzy, eyes glassing over and simply staring at his twin, breath shaky. He couldnât fight back, he was trapped here and he couldnât get away from his twin.
âBlood is sweeter than any. Keep you.â Harvest Moon growled, seeming to have some form of self-control as he drew back with blood on his face and Blood Moon shuddered shaking with blood loss. He felt cold, everything felt cold.
âSleep.â Harvest Moon demanded, throwing a blanket haphazardly at Blood Moon. Blood Moon shivered under the blanket and held it close with his fingers as tightly as he could. Blood Moon could feel arms under him but he could barely move so he simply accepted it being moved.
He looked up to see Harvest Moon but his twinâs heaters were so warm, it felt so comforting when he was so cold and he couldnât really struggle at the moment either way. So he let Harvest move him into a nearby half-broken bed and Blood Moon curled up and quickly fell asleep.
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