Piper's ATA Fanblog!

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Introduction Post!

Hi friends! Decided to make a blog to reblog everything related to Piper and the Piper of Truth AU so it's all in one place. AAAAAND this is also it's kind of a roleplay blog where Piper can react to things and also you can send AU-related ask questions! IDK I always saw people in other fandoms making these for their AUs and I thought it could be fun! Mostly serves as a way to archive everything so it doesn't get drowned out by my fandom blog stuff.

Piper answers/commentary are in pink

Amanda's are in orange

Wooly's are blue per @cctypical 's suggestion :D

Chickenscratch's are purple!

Riley will be green

Sparrow and Dot are sharing red until I can find how to add extra text colors I know I can I lost the post that tells you how-

And anything that I'm saying will be in plain black text :P

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#art

#asks

#lore building

#piper or au fanart

(Please note at present this blog is still under construction also I'm a college student so I may be busy)

The asks and the fics are NOT within the same continuity so some characters might have revelations in an ask that they'll have in a fic later. Just so no one gets confused. :3

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Obsessed with characters who are chronic oversharers but in a way that conceals any real information about themselves. Characters who talk about everything but leave out everything that actually has meaning to them, who use their oversharing to hide all the things they're not talking about.

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DOT

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Was thinking about caterpillars, as one does and realized Dot would absolutely try to pet one of those fluffy caterpillars that gives you a rash

Fully knowing it does that and you'd have to sit there and hold her back from trying to pet it and she'd be arguing: "NOOO LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE JUST A FLUFFY LITTLE CREATURE I NEEEEEED TO PET THEMMMMM"

And then be stuck inside the next couple of days, looking pissed mostly because she wants to pet it again.

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Hyperfixating on Alessia Cara lately and her song "Here" was just having me thinking Sparrow is not and will probably never be a party person not that any of the ata cast would be but he's the one who would have to be dragged to one by a friend and he's only going to interact with:

1. The dog

2. The overstimulated cat who usually doesn't come out for anyone

3. Overstimulated people in the corner in general trying his best to reduce overstimlation

He's an introvert.

[lunasdestiny]

More expression requests. This time featuring Piper (@maddy-k-reads-all-day), Antag!Rebecca (@freakenomenon), and Rewrite!Marcus (@curliiwurlii)

Bonus toxic yaoi based on an rp featuring Barnaby (@maddy-k-reads-all-day ) and Twin Au Marcus

He's right where he wants to be.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Siblings - Piper of Truth AU fanfic

I'm on a Dot and Sparrow fixation lately... so take this little fic of them when they first arrived at Hameln.

“I’ve got to go for a couple hours… so I need you to be patient and be good, okay?” Penny said. Sparrow winced. Why did she get to boss them around like a grown up? She’s a kid too! 

“Okay!” Dot beamed. Penny nodded and left them in their room. Sparrow laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It felt like they had been here forever, though it hadn’t been that long at all. He wondered when Mama was coming to pick him up. He didn’t like this place. It was scary and boring. They rarely called them by their names unless they were in trouble. Sparrow wasn’t the biggest fan of his real name. He had thought up a new one when he introduced himself… Sparrow, like the bird he saw outside… he remembered Mama pointing one out through the window. Look [----] see the sparrow, building its nest? Mama always liked birds, so Sparrow liked them too. Right now they weren’t making him too happy. When he thought of birds he thought of Mama… and when he thought of Mama he longed to return to her nest. 

It was then the sound of sniffling and hiccups pulled him from his daydreams. He glanced across the room. Another girl had been brought here too, she was younger than he was. If he was scared, she was probably scared too. He crept across the room to her side. 

“Hi Dot… are you okay?” 

“Wanna go home…” she said softly, in a muffled voice. 

“Hm?” 

“I want Mommy… and Daddy…” her voice was shaky and unstable. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, he simply sat beside her. He remembered Mama patting his back when he was scared or sad. He gently patted hers… in little circular motions. “I want Slithers… and Jacob… and Danny…” 

“Mhm…”  he didn’t know who those people were, but it didn't really matter. 

“I wanna go home…” she cried. Tears started to bubble up in his eyes as well. 

“Me too…” 

“I don’t wanna be here.” 

“Me neither. But it will be okay… they’ll come and pick us up any day now. I’m sure.” he said softly. She immediately hugged him, he flinched. He wasn’t used to this kind of touch. Mama didn’t like hugs. They made her shaky. 

“I don’t wanna be alone.” 

“You won’t be… I’m here.” 

“Really?” 

“Mhm… I can be your family… while we wait.” 

“Okay…” she muttered. “Let’s go play…” 

“What do you want to play?” 

“Famiwy.” she beamed. “I be the sister and you are the brother.” 

“Oh?” 

“And you play toys with me.” 

“Okay…” 

“And read me stories.” 

“I’m not good at reading…” he frowned. 

“And let me have all your candy!” 

“Did your brothers give you all their candy?” he chuckled. A big, mischievous grin formed on her face. He patted her head. “I’ll give you some of my candy… if I get any.” 

“YAY!” 

THE END

Authors Note: Trying to write them to sound as much like kids as possible. Sparrow is 6 here and Dot is 4.

[shiningoak]

What's that bro? You began interacting with a media from a different country than yours and/or was made in time period different than the recent present day? Haha that's sick bro! Keep expanding your horizons bro! You're remembering to take into account that sociocultural norms, gender roles and genre expectations are different from what you are used to and meeting the story halfway, instead of forcibly superimposing your ideals into the story, right bro? Right? Right?

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Thinking about Sparrow and Dot acting SUPER close friend like, like having a secret little handshake/dance KNOWING each other really well, like if you asked Sparrow a question about Dot or vise versa they would know the answer super accurately. Thinking about how they fight very rarely even if they disagree on stuff. They probably would have matching bracelets for fun I should give them matching bracelets especially since their relationship is supposed to be healthy and close to parallel how UNHEALTHY Amanda and Wooly are 👀

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Realizing I basically made Dot one of my FAVORITE character types omg-

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BTW my moots that I rp with know this but Dot is INCREDIBLY physically affectionate, girl LOVES hugs. But also has a poor understanding of boundaries. Fun combo.

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I feel like as an adult Sparrow would work at a vintage records store or some other kind of store that sells like older physical musical media. Also he'd volunteer at the library and spend a lot of his free time touring museums.

Adult Dot would work at a national park or nature museum/reserve. Maybe one of the little nature museums at a natural park. I could see that. She'd get super into taxidermy and animal facts, especially reptiles she loves reptiles. Would absolutely adore any place you get to see animals.

I feel like Penelope would do virtual/homeschool to finish out high school. Either do college online or take a big leap and do it in person and like... get an engineering degree similar to Marcus'. She's very interested in the experimentation and stuff Hameln was researching and still thinks it could be used for good if used and gone about in more ethical ways. She also wants to learn more about it in general so she can actually take them down someday. :P Most of her adult life would be dedicated to helping those Hameln's actions affected and trying to save the kids who are still there.

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I feel like Amanda and Chickenscratch would end up like play fighting a lot but one kid would hit the other too hard and it would turn into a real fight and probably a gnarly one too considering they're both two stressed out kids in a bad situation and also might end up doing something to trigger the other at some point anyway Wooly's just standing in front of them shaking his head in exhaustion and exasperation like: what started it this time?

[boccher]

every encounter with a snake i've had involved someone shouting "hey i found a snake" then everyone crowding around to look at the snake which is probably not the best thing to do when you see a snake. but who can resist the allure of going "ooh a snake"

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Dot would be the one shouting that she found a snake

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Plastic Breeze and Burs

(this is another fic taking place during the arc where Wooly is trying to do better, mostly for his own selfish reasons but shhhh)

It was a simple walk through the woods. Amanda and Chickenscratch had run on ahead… besides their giggling it was quaint, quiet. Wooly closed his eyes and listened to the birds. Felt the fake, plasticy breeze. Piper watched as he smiled, he looked somewhat peaceful. All she felt was pure disgust. 

“You know, the real outdoors are better. The sun on your skin… the gentle papery flow of the breeze, the fresh air. Too bad you gave it all up huh?” she smirked. Wooly’s smile faded. 

“It can’t be that great if you gave it up too.” he pouted. 

“It’s not worth all the pain.” she mumbled. Wooly frowned. 

“Well there had to be more than just pain right?” 

“There was… but it always gets taken away. Here everything is permanent. That’s what you liked about it too, right?” 

“Mmm…” he looked away. 

“I don’t want to be here… or there… or anywhere… I don’t want to be anyone anymore… but I’m not strong enough like Amanda to say I want to die…” “Stop saying things like that. Neither of you are going to die.” 

“I can’t run from everything like you do… force myself to forget… I don’t want to be selfish like you.”

“That’s probably for the best,” he muttered. He paused, twiddling his thumbs. “But… there’s plenty of great things about this world. Come on, this place is supposed to be a better world, remember? We can make it better! Then everything will be perfect!” 

“I suppose… for once you’re right…” 

“Everything will turn out fine. We can fix it!”

Just then Amanda came back running toward them, immediately they noticed her hair and clothes were a total mess and she had bite marks, scratches, and bruises all over her arms and legs, including a black eye.  

“We have a problem.” she said. 

“How about… last one to the end of the trail is a rotten egg?” Amanda suggested. Chickenscratch nodded. “On your mark, get set- GOOAAAH-” A foot came under her, she quickly landed chin-first on a root. “Owwww…” She looked up to see Chickenscratch sticking his tongue out at her before running ahead. “You little-” She bounded after him, immediately tackling him as they both rolled off the trail and through the woods, only being stopped by a tree. He immediately kicked her off of him. “You tripped me, you little runt!” Amanda snapped. He glared at her, before running back up and hitting her over and over. “Ow- will you-” She bit his arm as it flew at her, he grabbed her hair. She picked him up and threw him off her. “OW THAT’S IT YOU ARE GOING DOWN.” He got up and ran. “WHY YOU GET BACK HERE!” 

This sort of siblingly hitting, biting, pulling of ears, hair, fur, and tail, random illegible shouting at each other, continued for a while until Amanda finally shoved him into a bush. “THERE! HA! DONE NOW?” Chickenscratch stayed down. “SEE I WIN.” Amanda beamed with satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go back on the trail. He started moving around restlessly, making panicked little grunts. Amanda frowned. “You okay buddy?” She realized he was stuck. “Oh… oh… it’s a BUR BUSH!” She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out, he cried out in pain. “What’s wrong-” her eyes widened. “Oh no… you have fur. It’s stuck. Okay well if I pull you out REAL quick it won’t hurt too much I think…” he shook his head, holding his hands close to his chest so she couldn’t do it. “Hey! I’m trying to help! Come here!” She tried to grab him by the shoulders and pull him but he shoved her away. “Then how am I supposed to-” her eyes widened. She had an idea but she didn’t like it. “Wait I know, wait here.” She ran off back toward the trail. 

“Noh! Mandah!” He cried out, but Amanda was already out of sight. Tears welled up in his eyes as he began to wail. 

At the mere sight of seeing Amanda so banged up Wooly panicked. 

“What happened?!” 

“We got in a fight.” Amanda shrugged. “A fight?!” 

“He started it! He tripped me!” Amanda protested, “Um… anyway Chickenscratch is kind of… stuck.” 

“Oh boy…” Wooly sighed, “Where is he? And we’re talking about this later.” Amanda rolled her eyes and led the way. They arrive to see Chickenscratch crying as he is still stuck in the bush. 

“The burs are sticking to his fur and it hurts when we try to pull him out.” Amanda explained. 

“But we can pull him out right?” Wooly asked. Amanda nodded. “Then what’s the problem? Pain’s just a part of life.” 

“He’s scared.” Amanda frowned. Wooly leaned over to Chickenscratch with a warm smile.

“Well that’s okay… just count down from ten… close your eyes and it will all be over? Ready… 10… 9… 8…” he grabbed both of Chickenscratch’s hands. Chickenscratch’s pupils danced with worry. “7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2…” he closed his eyes and whimpered. “1!” Wooly quickly ripped him out of the bush, he cried out in pain. “See? It’s alright now! You’re out! Like ripping off a bandaid!” Chickenscratch hit him, still crying. Wooly tilted his head, his face contorting. “What? I helped!” 

“You hurt him!” Amanda snapped. 

“Well it was going to hurt anyway!” Wooly argued. 

“Couldn’t you be gentle?!” “He’s out now! Isn’t that what matters?” 

“UUUGH I can’t STAND you! Why are you always like this?!” 

“I solved the problem Amanda!” He stopped and took a deep breath. “Whatever… We're going home.” “Wha?! Why! Our walk isn’t over yet!” Amanda said. Wooly glared at her. 

“Look at you two! We need to get you cleaned up! Come on.” he didn’t sound like he was going to take no for an answer. Amanda followed as she grumbled under her breath. 

“The first aid kit is under the sink, Piper you get Amanda cleaned up… I’ll take care of Chickenscratch.” 

“Really? I’m surprised it’s not the other way around.” Piper pointed out. “You really think she’d let me try and help?” Wooly scoffed. 

“That’s surprisingly self aware of you.” Amanda said. 

“I don’t want to waste my time.” he replied. Piper had gotten the first aid kit and pulled Amanda into the living room. He closed his eyes and summoned a brush and a comb in front of him and sat down on the kitchen tile. “Come on, sit.” He patted the space in front of him. Chickenscratch stood there, his arms close to his chest, hunched over, frowning. Wooly sighed. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, okay?” he said softly. Chickenscratch slowly crept over and sat down. He started to carefully twirl and separate the burs from his fur using a comb. “I’m sorry, okay? Maybe… I shouldn’t have been so hasty.” Chickenscratch twirled circles with his finger on the ground. “Why were you two fighting anyway? I thought you were best friends.” A little sharpness could be heard in that statement. Chickenscratch shrugged. “You shouldn’t be getting in fights… that’s how people get hurt like this…” his little hand tightened into a fist on the ground. “Look at you, you’ve got so much junk in your fur… like you two were just rolling around in all that…” he sighed, “Both of you are going to need a bath… hmmm I could go for a nice relaxing bubble bath myself.” 

“Buba bah?” 

“Yeah! Sounds nice doesn’t it? I think Amanda’s got some bath toys you could use… like rubber duckies and sailboats… I bet you would love that huh?” Wooly grinned, Chickenscratch nodded quickly, it was good to see him cheering up. “Ugh… this is hard because your fur is so tangled… this can’t be just from today… have you been brushing it?” He shook his head. “Well that won’t do, you need to take care of yourself.” he made a little noise of stress, slamming his leg down on the tile. Wooly’s eyes widened. “Oh but you’re still little… hmm…” he couldn’t believe he was going to say this. “How about this, I’ll help you. We’ll make it part of the morning routine. Sound good?” 

“Ohay…” he said with a small nod. Chickenscratch looked back at Wooly’s wool which was also very tangled and matted and frowned. 

“Thank goodness for cartoon logic.” Piper said, putting a bandaid on another freshly cleaned scrape. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean this should be gone by the next episode… you wouldn’t want to be looking like a mess in front of all those people do you?” 

“I don’t want to be watched by all those people at all.” Amanda pouted. 

“Oh don’t be like that!” Piper smiled, “acting is fun!” 

“I don’t want to do it anymore…” 

“I don’t know what to tell you about that.” Piper sighed. “Seriously? Did you have to go and beat him up like that? You’re older than him. You should know better.” Amanda looked away. “One of these days you need to get your act together and be a little more mature. There. Now go get yourself ready for bed.” Amanda glared at her, before getting up and storming off. “Some days I don’t know what to do with that girl.” 

Chickenscratch was struggling to sit still… It felt like it was taking forever. 

“Look buddy I’m almost done. Maybe I’ll even give you a little treat after that… how does that sound?” he asked. Chickenscratch smiled. “A little treat, that’s good to eat! Oh yes, we’ll have a little treat!” he sang. Chickenscratch continued to fidget, causing Wooly to accidentally pull on his fur. 

“Ow-” “Sorry, I told you, you have to sit still.” Wooly said. But Chickenscratch was getting very bored of this. Wooly’s eyes widened, he drug through his wool and pulled out a toy train and ran it across his leg. “Train is pulling into the station.” he smushed it against Chickenscratch’s cheek. “Ah! It’s home!” Chickenscratch giggled and continued to run the train up and down his leg. “That should keep you pretty still.” Wooly concluded, feeling quite proud of his little distraction. Amanda walked in, her pajamas on and hair in a bonnet, clearly all ready for bed. She watched from a distance. Her eyes wide, her mind full of confusion. Then she remembered, Wooly used to be pretty fun before she found out the truth… before things started to go downhill for them and Amanda began remembering her old life and wishing to return… before things turned sour… things once were good… and that made it so weird to see them getting along like this… it made her… kind of angry. Because why only now did he seem to be trying to be nicer to them? Sometimes it made her feel like she was losing it. He’s bad. He’s supposed to be bad. Why is he being so nice? That isn’t fair! She sat down in front of them with wide, dilated, cat-like eyes. “He-hello Amanda, do you need something?” She said nothing and continued to stare at them. “Chickenscratch? Don’t you have something to say to Amanda?” Chickenscratch glanced back at Wooly, then at Amanda, then at the floor. 

“Soreh.” 

“Oh… I’m sorry too… I’m sorry you got stuck in a bush today…” Amanda muttered. Wooly smiled. 

“So you two can be all good again? No more fighting?” 

“Ye!” 

“Mhm.” Amanda nodded. She continued to stare at Wooly in absolute bewilderment. Sweat dripped down his face as his head shot down to stare at his work. “I guess I should start making my dinner tonight…” Amanda mumbled. 

“Wait, I’ve got it. You two can go play, as soon as I finish this…” he replied. Amanda’s brow furrowed. 

“Well… I guess I’ll go clean the toys in the living room while I wai-” 

“I got it!” Wooly snapped. Amanda and Chickenscratch flinched. “Ah- aha… just… go relax… read a book… I don’t know…” he mumbled. Amanda shrugged. “And I could read the bedtime story tonight too… and breakfast is on me… alright?” A sense of desperation was sinking in his throat. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the ending to this story was coming… he could be better… he had to be… otherwise what will he be left with when the story is done? Riley said what mattered most was how you made those around you feel. If he made them happy, would they stay? Could things be good between them again? He could fix it… he could fix anything right? He couldn’t be left with nothing. 

“You don’t have to do all that.” Amanda grimaced. 

“Let me!” his voice cracked. Amanda backed away, she was giving him that look again. Chickenscratch’s head turned back and forth, not liking this tension in the air. Wooly gently pulled the last bur out of his fur and brushed it smooth. “There buddy… you can go play now…” Chickenscratch stood up and ran off. He glanced at Amanda. 

“Are you okay now?”

“I’m fine Wooly.” She said sharply. He frowned, staring at her black eye. A thought hit his head and he chuckled. “What.” 

“He really likes to go for the eyes, doesn't he?” 

“Pfft- yeah I guess so.” Amanda smirked. He fell quiet, looking down and twiddling with his thumbs. 

“Look… Amanda… I know… I haven’t been the best about listening but… if you need someone to talk to…” he muttered. Amanda grimaced, before falling into a disgusted glare. 

“Yeaaaaaaah no.” 

“I swear I’ll listen better this time! I’ll do better!” 

“I still don’t want to talk to you.” 

“But I’m trying…” “So?”

“Doesn’t that count for something?” 

“I still don't have to tell you anything!” Amanda snapped. Wooly clasped his hands together and looked away. “But… I guess… it isn’t a terrible change. You’re still the worst though.” Wooly frowned. 

“I guess I’ll go get dinner started…” 

“You do that.” 

The end.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

The Fairy... - Piper of Truth AU fic.

They were sitting on the floor together… waiting for Sparrow to return. 

“I’m so bored…” Riley muttered. Dot frowned and thought for a moment as she tapped her foot. Her eyes widened and brightened with a small gasp. She flashed a small grin at Riley before closing her eyes, trying to slip into a deep concentration. A little mmmmm sound escaped her throat before a little fairy appeared before Riley’s eyes. “Whoa…” 

“I saw these creatures in my picture books.” Dot beamed. Riley held out their hand and it landed gently within it. Its form appeared like a hazy, blurry image. But it was clearly a fairy nonetheless. And a solid, almost living creature too. Riley was amazed, stunned. “No one’s reacted to my creations like that before.” Dot marveled. A smile spread across her lips. “Do you like it?” 

“Yeah… it’s incredible.” 

“Aww gee, it’s nothing compared to what the other kids make.” Dot gushed, pushing her arms together in a bashful little fidget. The fairy did a happy little dance in Riley’s palm. 

“How did you do that?” Riley asked. 

“Hm? I just… imagined it… and it appeared. Everyone around here can do that. Well except those who can’t, but they always… disappear.” her voice faded, just as she said the word disappear the fairy vanished into thin air. Riley blinked. “Mine never last long… and they are never clear enough… Apparently…” she bit her lip. “But… I can still make them… and I’m getting better. They say as long as I keep getting better I won’t disappear.” 

“What do you mean, disappear?” 

“I mean… disappear!” she said a little too cheerfully. “Be taken ‘away!’ Never to be seen again!” 

Riley stared at her, their throat tightening, their sweat running cold. What could she ever mean by disappear? Death? Or worse. It was Hameln of course so… they didn’t even want to imagine… and this little girl… living with the fear of that every day with such a gentle smile on her face?

“Riley? What’s wrong?” Dot asked, before suddenly finding herself caught in a warm hug. 

“You won’t disappear. I won’t ever let that happen.” 

“You… won’t…?” “Once we get them out of the tapes, I’m taking all of you far far away from here… where you’ll never have to worry about that ever again…” they said. Dot smiled as she hugged them back tighter. 

“Okay, that sounds great.”

Authors Note: Again I'm writing these lil scenes out of order... so uh context: Dot and Sparrow are two kids living at and being raised by Hameln alongside a lot of other kids for reasons. The lore in this au is a lil different in regards to what they do and their intentions but... you might be able to theorize and figure it out here idk... :3 But anyway Riley's got two lil friends on the inside in this au. Dot's 12 btw, Sparrow is 14.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Piper of Truth AU - The Cookie Jar

TW: Suicidal themes mention.

Authors note: I'm starting to write my fics out of order because idk it's hard to force myself to write when I have more fun ideas. This fic would happen later in the timeline after Wooly is forced to face how much he fucked things up and like actually facing consequences... but if he fixes things then he won't have to right??? Riiiight? That's basically the context for rn. LOL.

Amanda was climbing the counter, trying to reach the cookie jar. Slip. She fell backward, bracing for a fall, before landing into a soft knitted pillow. 

“Amanda, you shouldn’t be climbing like this, it’s dangerous. You don’t want to end up like me with the trash can story.” he laughed shakily. “Here.” She suddenly felt a pair of hands around her waist as she was lifted off the ground. 

“Wha- Don’t touch me! Put me down!” Amanda snapped. 

“Amanda, look, see? You can reach it now, right?” he pointed out. She frowned and begrudgingly grabbed the cookie jar. He put her down. She glared at him, how dare he just grab her like that? “You’re welcome.” 

“Don’t ever do that again.” she grumbled, sticking her hand in the jar and walking away. Wooly frowned. He helped her right? She should be grateful. He quickly trotted to catch up to her.

“Come on Amanda, can’t I have one?” he asked. Amanda took a cookie and crushed it into his face, letting the pieces crumble onto the floor. “Ow- HEY what was that for? I helped you!” 

“You grabbed me!” Amanda snapped. 

“To help you! You have your cookies now! You should be happy!” Wooly retorted, throwing his hands out. 

“I never asked for your help!” her foot stamped on the ground, Wooly took a step back. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt!” 

“So? Never stopped you before!” 

“Wha- this isn’t fair! I’m trying to be nicer to you, isn’t that what you wanted?” 

“Cool thanks.” Amanda grumbled as she rolled her eyes. 

“So… you should be nicer back?” 

“First off, I never asked you to be nicer, Wooly. Is that seriously what you took away from what I said?” 

“No but-” 

“You trapped me here! You silenced me! You made everything worse!” 

“Okay so let me try and make things better!” 

“No one is asking you to do that!” 

“But I have to-” “You DON’T.” 

“Well I want to-” 

“I don’t care what you want!” 

“That’s not fair!” 

“NOTHING YOU DID WAS FAIR EITHER!” 

“So let me fix it! Please!” 

“BY GRABBING ME WITHOUT ASKING??” 

“NO I WAS HELPING YOU GET THE COOKIE JAR!” 

“I DIDN’T NEED HELP WITH THE COOKIE JAR!” 

“Well what can I do to fix this?!”

“Why are you suddenly so fixated on that?” 

“Because I don’t want you to want to die!” Wooly shouted. The pair paused. “I don’t want you to hate it here… I don’t want you to give up… I don’t want you to hate me… please… just let me fix it… please… let’s go back to the way things were… when they were happy… let me fix it…” 

“Some things can’t be fixed, Wooly.” Amanda grumbled, before walking away. Wooly stared at the broken cookie crumbs on the ground before kneeling to pick them up. There was a pit sinking in his stomach. He frantically started picking up the pieces, before dropping them and stomping on them again. He wanted to make this feeling disappear…

“It can be fixed… it has to be…”  

Another authors note: I do want to write Wooly actually realizing the error of his ways and trying to improve, but I want it to be messy, I want him to be selfish at first and have to realize he can't be doing this for any sort of reward from the others he has to do it because he wants to be better and all that. I'M WORKING ON SOMETHING COOL IF ONLY I COULD ACTUALLY ORGANIZE MY IDEAS BUT SCREW ORGANIZING THEM I'LL ORGANIZE THEM AFTER I WRITE THEM ALL IG SORRY.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

It was just going to be a quick doodle T^T

I want to practice combining my art with my photos again and I kind of challenged myself by grabbing some random photos from my collage and photos for art folder and just... doing whatever comes to mind... how did this just become a full-fledged piece??? Can't complaiiin.