Wiley / Wilbur Cross

Disciple of Wiggly. It/They. [Black Friday/Hatchetfield RP Blog!]

[previously-missing-in-action]

“Well, Well, hello Naughty List.”

Wiley.

Disciple of Wiggog Y’rath. Toy Maker. Previously known as Colonel Wilbur Cross.

It/They.

Hello! Mod here. Experienced RPer and I'm over 18. Comfortable with anything, feel free to DM are open for whatever and interactions are higher welcomed! Timezone is AEST / Australian! Feel free to send in whatever for asks, shipping is open to whatever.

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[pixllated]

Happy pride everybody

[previously-missing-in-action]

YES. YES THIS WORKS. Take my life savings! Take my childrens college fund!! This is the best day EVER.

- Autograph guy

I’m glad we can bring such joy with a Tickle-Me-Wiggly. Come back again, won’t you? Always happy to see a regular customer.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Make it out to just your #1 fan ever. I will give you a human sacrifice in return for this

- Autograph guy

Now, now. Can’t exactly do human sacrifices. I run a simple business. Why don’t you buy a doll, like a sane person? I’ll send the autograph out and make the delivery free. Isn’t that an amazin’ deal?

[previously-missing-in-action]

You should care about it!! You lost the game man, now you pay the price to the man under the bridge. Make sure to pay in bronze coins, he's allergic to gold

And if I say no? What’s he gonna do? Prevent me from crossin’ a bridge? Ha.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Can I get an autograph...

I feel honored. Who am I makin' it out to?

Ha.

[previously-missing-in-action]

The game

You think I care ‘bout that?

[previously-missing-in-action]

WHY WEREN'T YOU AT ELF PRACTICE?????

I'm sorry? Elf practice?

..Care to remind me on what thing is that?

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Haven’t seen you since last year. Ha.

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

Oh, That's clever. Wish it would have stayed that way, frankly.

[previously-missing-in-action]

You could never rid of me, Johnny. Don’t worry, love.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Unfortunate circumstance that is.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Maybe I’ll come visit you now. I’ve been meanin’ to. But you know.. The holidays happened. Didn’t need your husband to see me.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

At least we can both agree on that. I'd rather you not visit, with or without the holidays. Our "deal" has been done for months.

[previously-missing-in-action]

You still haven’t asked about the fate of that damn CD..

But, hey. Maybe I should finally introduce myself to that husband in person. You’ve always spoke so positively of him. A wonderful replacement, I must at least see him. Talk to him.

Unless you have a better idea that’ll keep me away, Johnny.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

I haven't asked because I don't need to know, it's in your hands now. You can do what you like with it.

I thought you didn't want my husband to see you. He's not a replacement, I love him for him alone.

[previously-missing-in-action]

I didn’t want him to see me before. But I can always flip on a dime. Besides, he’d deserve to know the truth. Especially when I’ve visited you when the man isn’t home.

..

You love him. Only him? Well. Maybe I’ll have to do something about that.

Don’t people love a good tragic backstory?

[slightly-willing-peon]

Thunder crackles outside, with lights flashing. Rain poured heavily, soaking the streets and whatever wildlife that was currently caught on it. It’s a small storm, but not the worse Hatchetfield has ever seen.

“Little Peon… Peon..” A voice drawled, voice echoing around Rory’s room. “Peon.. Little Peon… Peony, even. Like those little flowers..”

Another crackle of thunder, before a figure appeared in the corner. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it opened, the single green eye glowing eerily.

Wiley.

— @previously-missing-in-action /nf

[Weather like this was calming, at least to them anyway. They listened to the rain pellet down onto the roof, the unstable metal sheets making loud bangs. At their makeshift desk, they were trying to fix their camera. Poor thing took a tumble earlier before on an expedition at some abandoned shack further into the woods.

Their hands worked mostly on autopilot, small screwdriver finishing up putting a part back into it's respectful place. Their focus was unwavering as they worked. Well. . . Almost.

They stopped once the voice that wasn't theirs decided to make it's appearance. Disrupting, what they'd call, a peaceful late night. The young teen didn't even need to think about who's it could be as they turned around, letting out a small huff as they locked eyes with the unfortunately familiar man. Not needing to squint despite the darkness. They studied him for a moment, mouth smoke and all]

" You ever gonna get over the whole dramatic entrance thing? "

[previously-missing-in-action]

Wiley slowly stepped towards them, eyeing at them before leaning his face down to peer at the broken camera. It then looked back at them.

“You fixin’ this?” It questioned, hand moving out and poking. “Just replace this shit. It ain’t any good. You can scrounge up some money, can’t you?” It couldn’t help but pick up the thing, shaking it lightly. “And. No. I live for the dramatics. You’ll get used to it.”

[slightly-willing-peon]

" I'm sure I will get used to it, even still- hey! Quit touching it. "

🔍> [ They gave him a look, slowly reaching up and grabbing the thing before quickly yanking it back. Setting it nicely back down onto the surface. What a pain. ]

" And no, I can't just get a new one. I don't know what makes you think I can. I live in the woods by myself - doesn't scream prosperous, now does it? "

[previously-missing-in-action]

It rolled its eyes, allowing the other to take it back. For the moment, anyway. The moment it’s set down, a hand reached to pick it up again and observed further. Bringing it close to its green eye.

“I ain’t droppin’ it.” It mused, head tilting ever-so slightly. Its green eye didn’t move from where it stared, rather its brown one went to look at Peon.

“If you need some cash, then I guess I can provide somethin’. I’m supposed to be.. Mentorin’ you, or somethin’. Don’t know what ol’ Bliklotep had detailed exactly. But I’m here for you.” It’s eye rolled, before both focused on the item.

It pretends to drop it, but caught it in its other hand instead. A toothy grin spreads on its face.

[slightly-willing-peon]

" Don't make it sound like you actually care, Financial support isn't apart of being a Mentor last time I checked. I'm fine without any handouts. "

[ Like hell they'd accept an offer like that. And let it think were weak? That they can't handle themself? As if.

Rory kept their eyes on it, both in a distrusting and curious way. The way it looked always sparked quite a few questions in their head. Will eventually they look like that?

It was a probable theory, physical changes were close to immediate once their deal was sealed. Brown irises slowly dipping to a purple as the whites of the eyes grew yellow - that was only natural. But how much will their body alter? How long would it be till they looked as inhuman? Did it hurt? Wonder what it looked like before it devoted. . .

Questions to be answered eventually, they hoped. Making a mental note to write down their thoughts on the section on Wiley as a whole in their journal.

They stood from their seat, to be on the same level as it. Well. . .as much as they could be.]

" Besides, I almost got her fixed. She's still got life in her. "

[previously-missing-in-action]

“I’m a truthful creature, whether you like it or not. Besides if one of Them commanded me, my money would fly out the door. Who needs those lil’ bills, anyway?” It gave a light snort, shaking its head.

It stared down at them, before shoving the item against their chest and letting go. Allowing them to have it once more.

“Hope. Always a good thing for barely-livin’ things. Helps you push through.”

An eye roll, before it stepped away and glanced around its room.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Haven’t seen you since last year. Ha.

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

Oh, That's clever. Wish it would have stayed that way, frankly.

[previously-missing-in-action]

You could never rid of me, Johnny. Don’t worry, love.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Unfortunate circumstance that is.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Maybe I’ll come visit you now. I’ve been meanin’ to. But you know.. The holidays happened. Didn’t need your husband to see me.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

At least we can both agree on that. I'd rather you not visit, with or without the holidays. Our "deal" has been done for months.

[previously-missing-in-action]

You still haven’t asked about the fate of that damn CD..

But, hey. Maybe I should finally introduce myself to that husband in person. You’ve always spoke so positively of him. A wonderful replacement, I must at least see him. Talk to him.

Unless you have a better idea that’ll keep me away, Johnny.

[slightly-willing-peon]

Thunder crackles outside, with lights flashing. Rain poured heavily, soaking the streets and whatever wildlife that was currently caught on it. It’s a small storm, but not the worse Hatchetfield has ever seen.

“Little Peon… Peon..” A voice drawled, voice echoing around Rory’s room. “Peon.. Little Peon… Peony, even. Like those little flowers..”

Another crackle of thunder, before a figure appeared in the corner. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it opened, the single green eye glowing eerily.

Wiley.

— @previously-missing-in-action /nf

[Weather like this was calming, at least to them anyway. They listened to the rain pellet down onto the roof, the unstable metal sheets making loud bangs. At their makeshift desk, they were trying to fix their camera. Poor thing took a tumble earlier before on an expedition at some abandoned shack further into the woods.

Their hands worked mostly on autopilot, small screwdriver finishing up putting a part back into it's respectful place. Their focus was unwavering as they worked. Well. . . Almost.

They stopped once the voice that wasn't theirs decided to make it's appearance. Disrupting, what they'd call, a peaceful late night. The young teen didn't even need to think about who's it could be as they turned around, letting out a small huff as they locked eyes with the unfortunately familiar man. Not needing to squint despite the darkness. They studied him for a moment, mouth smoke and all]

" You ever gonna get over the whole dramatic entrance thing? "

[previously-missing-in-action]

Wiley slowly stepped towards them, eyeing at them before leaning his face down to peer at the broken camera. It then looked back at them.

“You fixin’ this?” It questioned, hand moving out and poking. “Just replace this shit. It ain’t any good. You can scrounge up some money, can’t you?” It couldn’t help but pick up the thing, shaking it lightly. “And. No. I live for the dramatics. You’ll get used to it.”

[slightly-willing-peon]

" I'm sure I will get used to it, even still- hey! Quit touching it. "

🔍> [ They gave him a look, slowly reaching up and grabbing the thing before quickly yanking it back. Setting it nicely back down onto the surface. What a pain. ]

" And no, I can't just get a new one. I don't know what makes you think I can. I live in the woods by myself - doesn't scream prosperous, now does it? "

[previously-missing-in-action]

It rolled its eyes, allowing the other to take it back. For the moment, anyway. The moment it’s set down, a hand reached to pick it up again and observed further. Bringing it close to its green eye.

“I ain’t droppin’ it.” It mused, head tilting ever-so slightly. Its green eye didn’t move from where it stared, rather its brown one went to look at Peon.

“If you need some cash, then I guess I can provide somethin’. I’m supposed to be.. Mentorin’ you, or somethin’. Don’t know what ol’ Bliklotep had detailed exactly. But I’m here for you.” It’s eye rolled, before both focused on the item.

It pretends to drop it, but caught it in its other hand instead. A toothy grin spreads on its face.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Haven’t seen you since last year. Ha.

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

Oh, That's clever. Wish it would have stayed that way, frankly.

[previously-missing-in-action]

You could never rid of me, Johnny. Don’t worry, love.

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Unfortunate circumstance that is.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Maybe I’ll come visit you now. I’ve been meanin’ to. But you know.. The holidays happened. Didn’t need your husband to see me.

[slightly-willing-peon]

Thunder crackles outside, with lights flashing. Rain poured heavily, soaking the streets and whatever wildlife that was currently caught on it. It’s a small storm, but not the worse Hatchetfield has ever seen.

“Little Peon… Peon..” A voice drawled, voice echoing around Rory’s room. “Peon.. Little Peon… Peony, even. Like those little flowers..”

Another crackle of thunder, before a figure appeared in the corner. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it opened, the single green eye glowing eerily.

Wiley.

— @previously-missing-in-action /nf

[Weather like this was calming, at least to them anyway. They listened to the rain pellet down onto the roof, the unstable metal sheets making loud bangs. At their makeshift desk, they were trying to fix their camera. Poor thing took a tumble earlier before on an expedition at some abandoned shack further into the woods.

Their hands worked mostly on autopilot, small screwdriver finishing up putting a part back into it's respectful place. Their focus was unwavering as they worked. Well. . . Almost.

They stopped once the voice that wasn't theirs decided to make it's appearance. Disrupting, what they'd call, a peaceful late night. The young teen didn't even need to think about who's it could be as they turned around, letting out a small huff as they locked eyes with the unfortunately familiar man. Not needing to squint despite the darkness. They studied him for a moment, mouth smoke and all]

" You ever gonna get over the whole dramatic entrance thing? "

[previously-missing-in-action]

Wiley slowly stepped towards them, eyeing at them before leaning his face down to peer at the broken camera. It then looked back at them.

“You fixin’ this?” It questioned, hand moving out and poking. “Just replace this shit. It ain’t any good. You can scrounge up some money, can’t you?” It couldn’t help but pick up the thing, shaking it lightly. “And. No. I live for the dramatics. You’ll get used to it.”

[peip-wecallitpeep]

Haven’t seen you since last year. Ha.

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

Oh, That's clever. Wish it would have stayed that way, frankly.

[previously-missing-in-action]

You could never rid of me, Johnny. Don’t worry, love.

[previously-missing-in-action]

dont come.back the kids blew up

What?

..

Shame.

[previously-missing-in-action]

Come home the kids miss you

Well if the kids miss me, they should get a Tickle-Me-Wiggly. Only $49.95..