i will also put it below the cut because it's easier like that for some ppl
Seeking Asylum : Chapter 1
The odors of moss and peat wafted from the cobblestone well. The ancient monument sat in wait, vines weaving intricate patterns in the thick grout, maw still damp and gaping. It called to Andrew with a ravenous insistence as he slunk into the clearing, shoulders bunched up. A barbed, rosebush whisper itched persistently in the recesses of hiss mind. He peered into the vast darkness below, grasping onto one of the precarious wooden pillars against his better judgment.
This, Andrew decided, is crazy. He'd followed… what? Some impulse? An animalistic instinct? A supernatural being?! Whatever the case, he ventured here like birds fly south during the winter, driven by some unexplainable magnetism. A part of himself wanted to leap into that damn well headfirst. What else was he meant to do? He got by on hints before, but this sparse clearing was otherwise empty. This whole thing was stupid — had been stupid — since the beginning.
Andrew lifted a stone from the leaf-strewn floor, judging its heft in his hands. After deeming it worthy, he dropped it into the hungry depths gently, an offering. It plummeted, the well swallowing it whole. After a few more seconds than comfortable, a quiet thud emitted out of the well. Another stone in its collection forevermore, deep down. Andrew huffed in frustration. This was getting him nowhere.
"Is someone there…?" A weak voice echoed up from the depths, almost inaudible— one Andrew recognized after years.
"Chris?!" Dread settled heavy in Andrew's gut. Chris was alive?! How long had he been down there for?!
"Andrew," Chris responded shakily. "The bucket. Lower–" a cough wracked through him, "lower the water bucket."
"R–right!" Andrew turned to the flimsy water pail, mentally kicking himself for being so imperceptive. He took the rough, weathered rope in his hands and eased the bucket down, heart racing. Could this be a trick? Another shadowy figure waiting among the depths, using Chris's likeness against him? Too late for that sort of thinking now, Andrew supposed. He'd outsmart it like he always did.
Once the rope was brought down to its capacity, Andrew gripping the knotted end like a lifeline, Chris tugged it twice. Clung to the flimsy twine, he ascended until he could see the sun. Stark sunlight illuminated his vision, his eyes fluttering closed as pleasing warmth permeated his damp skin for the first time in so long. Andrew desperately tugged the tattered rope forward, adrenaline doing most of the work. Before Chris could process the greenery, he was lifted up and out of his tomb, held carefully aloft in Andrew's arms, then lowered until his legs splayed across the mossy forest undergrowth.
Andrew inhaled sharply. The man in front of him was thin, almost emaciated— tatters of soaked-through clothes clinging to him almost as desperately as Andrew was— halfway drowned even though the sound of the sacrificed stone indicated no water. His dirty blond hair was soaked, slick to his scalp with grimy water. Despite Chris's lack of energy, he shivered constantly. The sun shone upon them, speckling through the thin canopy of trees, but it was not enough. Chris distantly wondered if he'd feel true warmth again.
"Chris, oh my God," Andrew's face scrunched up in equal parts renewed grief and relief. "We need to get you to a hospital or something. Chris, you're– you're—"
"No," A tremor shot through Chris. "No more hospitals. Please."
"O– okay," Andrew agreed too easily. "Let's get you back to my place. That should be fine." He said aloud to convince himself as much as Chris. "It's a short walk to the car. Do you think you can make it?"
Chris pushed himself up to sitting, grunting with the effort. Exhaustion settled in his bones, making the air thick and difficult to wade through. His arms, outstretched behind him, were his only support, gnarled fingernails burrowing crescents into the dirt below. Andrew spectated, brow furrowed in concern.
After a few minutes passed in silence save for Chris's stuttering, labored breaths, he descended into a coughing fit. His face turned sheet-white, then blackened sludge poured from his mouth, tainting the grassy clearing. Tears and snot slipped down his face, joining the curdling puddle.
When Chris came to, wiping his mouth with his arm, he noticed Andrew behind him, one hand on his back and the other holding his hair away from the mess. His hair, beyond rescue save for a deep cleaning, held away from this mess. It was silly and frivolous, yet he felt so fond of the action and his savior beside him. They sat a while more until the inky puddle became too gross for either of them to look at. Chris crinkled his nose as he acutely registered the awful smell. Seeing the other's expression, Andrew stood, brushing the leaves off his jeans before offering his arm.
"Grab on," Andrew stated plainly, more of a suggestion than a demand. Nonetheless, Chris reached for the offered limb, pulling himself up. Eyes hazy with sun-rays, it haloed Andrew in golden honey hues.
Wrapping an arm around Andrew's shoulders, Chris pressed into Andrew, nothing left in him except the knowledge that they couldn't stay here. Andrew slowed to accommodate. They wordlessly made their way out from under the canopy of trees and through the sparse thicket walling them in. The pair stumbled into the pavement path, Chris flinching at the foreign glare from the sunset. The car was a couple metres away, a rusty red minivan standing proudly.
"You still–" Chris paused to gasp in some air, "have that thing?"
Andrew barked out a surprised laugh. "That's the first thing you ask me?" When Chris only smiled tautly, his pale complexion turning more gaunt, Andrew dragged him to the passenger's side, setting him down into the seat and slamming the stubborn door shut. Under different circumstances, Chris would be seething in embarrassment. While Andrew shuffled into the driver's seat, Chris preoccupied himself by staring at the old takeout bags below his feet, clenching his jaw and trying to will the gravity of the situation away.
"You're shivering," Andrew frowned. "Hold on—" He turned around, rummaging around the cluttered backseats. He returned with a thick black hoodie, the lining fluffy and inviting. Andrew held it out. "I swear it's not usually this messy, I've been—"
"Busy?" Chris finished, slipping his arms through the soft fabric. It smelled like a mixture of Andrew, laundry detergent, and car. It was perfect.
"Yeah… Hey," Andrew interrupted himself as Chris's expression shifted, tears welling up in his eyes. "What's the matter? I mean– obviously—"
"Andrew," Chris sobbed out, the dam breaking now that he was finally somewhere safe, "Andrew. You're here. Sorry, I'm just—" He reached up to cover his face with a sleeved arm.
"Hey, it's fine. I'm here. You're here," Andrew promised, taking Chris's hand in his, rubbing his calloused thumb over bony knuckles. Chris squeezed tightly, like Andrew could disappear in front of him at any moment. How many times had he seen that happen, his best friend running headfirst into danger on his behalf? "We're going home, okay?"
"Okay," Chris sniffled, "okay."
"Wait, I've probably got some napkins here somewhere…" Andrew slipped out of Chris's grasp, awkwardly opening the glove box on the passenger side. It bumped softly against Chris's knees, and Andrew produced some paper napkins, no doubt from a prior fast food run.
Chris accepted them, wiping away tears that wouldn't stop coming. Soaking and dirtying the cheap paper until it was just like him— torn and dirtied beyond repair.
"Andrew…?" Chris's voice crackled.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a water back there or something…?"
"Yeah. I should have figured..." Andrew turned back around to rummage in the backseats. "This okay?" He asked as he emerged, a half-empty plastic water bottle in his hand.
"Yes. Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me, you were just in– I don't even know."
"Andrew…?" Chris grinned hesitantly.
"Hm?" Andrew answered a little too immediately.
"Can we get Burger King?"
Andrew paused, biting the inside of his cheek to stop a smile from spreading across his face. This situation gave him the strangest déjà vu. He had rescued his best friend's battered body from some sort of fucked up supernatural well tens of minutes ago, and Andrew had the audacity to smile?
Uhmmm haiiii i dont think i ever shared some felted thingys ive made.... uhm yeahh :]] theyre still very amateurish aaaakskka also picked up working with clay and made a tiny mizuki yayyy ❤️❤️❤️ im thinking of making flowery next... and then chris, andrew and everette too yayy :))
Thought it would be nice to share some of my other stuff aswell :>
i am writing an andrewgaming67 mossyrose fic... it is objectively badd bc i havent wrote since the ao3 curse Got Me... very OOC and i just projected onto them the whole time... and i have a track record for not finishing multi chapter fics.... i am proud of it anyways........
you know life is good when your favorite web series has an awesome fandom where they have bodysharing and possession fics and a little fanclub around the theory that one of the main characters is a system and it actually becomes canon
theres this video i stumbled upon which the author uploaded just to link it on their tumblr and i can't figure out if it's an arg or not. their blog seems normal but also kinda.. too normal. the other player in their world also seems to be a regular person but they did start their dialogue with "don't play stupid you know who i am" or something and that doesn't sound like something you say to a stranger. they're both vocally protective of this world, both claiming they were there first but not cooperating in solving this for some reason. here's the initial post and there's follow up on the blog. if anyone sees this, what are yalls thoughts?
Hello Tumblr people, I'm Majorkooky. I'm kind of stuck in Minecraft but I discovered that I can access the Net. Maybe this blog will make my days easier.... Oh boy, I haven't had a Tumblr blog in years.
*There's a rattling in the distance*
...It is foolish of me to hope I can be ever left alone. Sorry, I should hide now.
[ hi!! i have no idea what im doing but an rp blog seemed like a fun idea.
i will sometimes post here as Chris. maybe even as someone else... :)
this blog takes place very early canon-wise, before or during the first act.
content and or trigger warning for this blog are discussions of death, grief, mental illness, haunting, stalking, self-destructive actions.
please refer to Chris with he/him and use they/them for Smile. just a personal preference. they/them for mod as well.
asks are greatly appreciated! you can request specific characters to answer them if you want. just please don't talk about anything sexual. otherwise go wild!
this blog is run by @shinyst0ne or @pebblewhisper and my text in the posts will be indicated by [brackets].
tags: wandering.avi for Chris' posts, lurking.avi for Smile's.
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