SHARKBONE

KJRP Account

[sharks-and-bones]

--Someone there?

Sharkbone

They/He/It

Bisexual

20

Singer in the band "JINXX", very new to the music scene.

Favorite Records are Powdered Bullet ( @bullet-in-the-midnight-sky ) and Violet Sunshine

-+-

Hi!! My name is James, but I've picked up the nickname/stage name of Krash over the years. I am NOT a minor, but please don't get too freaky! LOTS of my RP mutuals are minors!! Otherwise, Please feel free to interact with Sharkbone!!!

Main: @james-the-idiot

Krash: @krashqueen-motorbaby

Haven: @havocandhaven

Gerald: @the-shack-cat

Bullet: @bullet-in-the-midnight-sky

CURRENT PFP

[sharks-and-bones]

Kicks you Kick you Kicks you

Heh?????

[atomic-contamination]

[ As a breeze blows by, a figure slowly appears in the sand. At first, just a pile of dust, but slowly forming into a familiar face. Krash sits up, brushing sand from their blood-stained face. They roll their shoulders and seemingly stretch before looking over at Atomic, a few yards away. ]

Heya, kiddo! Miss me?

(It looks over, a slightly guilty look on its face)

Missed you a lot, really. … Things've been rough..

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods, standing. And for once, Atomic sees how bad they look. The first time they appeared to Atomic, it was dark, and they tried to keep Atomic from looking. But now it was clear. Blood stained just about everywhere. Hands, face, clothing. It was even in their hair. But they were still them. It was still their eyes, their face. They walked over to Atomic, grabbing it's shoulders and looking them over. Krash's touch was cold, but comforting. ]

When's the last time you ate?

[atomic-contamination]

(It's lip quivers slightly, making them feel like a sad little kid that's getting scolded. It sniffles, looking much scrawnier than they've ever been, dark circles forming under its eyes)

I don't remember... I- I've been real busy..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash frowns, pulling Atomic into a hug. ]

'Tomic, you gotta take card of yourself. This isn't good for ya.

[atomic-contamination]

(It clings to Krash, starting to sob. They shake, visibly malnourished and sleep deprived)

I know! Bu'... bu' my friends! I have to help them 'n keep them safe..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

'Tomic. You do that without lookin' out for yourself, and next think you know you'll be unnamed and dusted out by a dozen dracs on Route Guano in a lazy, half-assed suicide. Ask me how I know. And I don't want that happenin' to you.

[ Krash rubs Atomic's back, slowly lowering them both to a sitting position in the sand. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It continues to sob, their body barely holding them up. It doesn't take long before it's too dehydrated to cry anymore)

I-... I don't wanna get dusted… I just.. I don't wanna lose my other friends too..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash runs a hand through xer hair, wishing they had water for it. ]

You gotta take care of yourself, too. You won't be able to help them if you don't.

[atomic-contamination]

(It takes shallow breaths, its binder starting to bruise its ribs, breathing becoming almost excruciatingly painful. Xey almost wonder if xey fractured something)

…… I.. I know..

(They close their eyes, resting limply against Krash. It feels as though the Witch is looming over it, waiting for xem to crumple)

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums softly, holding xem close. Their blood, despite looking fresh, doesn't rub off on Atomic at all. They offer as much comfort as they can. ]

[atomic-contamination]

I don't wanna die, Krash...

(Their voice is quiet and weak, and they whimper at the thought of leaving everything behind, even temporarily)

Don't wanna..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

I know, kiddo. I know.

[ Krash holds Atomic close. ]

Spare should be at the garage. He'll be able to help you out. Him or Spider. If not, have you met Bullet and Sharkbone? They'd be more than happy to help. Or everyone at the shack.

[atomic-contamination]

(They snivel, going quiet to think)

Don't want.. anyone to see me bad... Shark 'n Bullet dunno me.. them?

(Its head is pounding from lack of sustenance, its body running on nothing but will. It's like a rusted machine, continuing its job despite slowing down, unwilling to stop until something breaks)

Feel so bad... sick..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods. ]

Where are we, Zone 4? Uhm... Oh. Well. This is... this works.

[ Krash looks up, a killjoy walking aimlessly their direction. ]

That's Sharkbone.

[atomic-contamination]

(They barely have the energy to look up, eyes unfocused. Xey look close to unconsciousness)

Hhuh..?

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash gives Atomic a little forehead kiss. ]

Stay alive, 'Tomic. I love ya kiddo.

[ And with that, Krash dissolves back into the wind. ]

[atomic-contamination]

Love you too.

(It collapses face first, groaning quietly as it sits up and looks at the stranger with fear in xer eyes)

H... Hello?

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone wanders aimlessly, almost as if in a daze. Their bat is slung lazily over his shoulder, fresh blood covering the side. They catch sight of Atomic and grin, looking down at xem. They stop about 10 feet away, staring. Smiling. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It whimpers, cowering away)

You don't look safe...

(They try to stand, legs shaking under them before it falls back down onto its knees, the metal joint creaking)

S.. stay back!

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone tilts his head to the side, looking Atomic over. Analyzing xem. Deciding on their next move. Most of the time, he just attacks, head on. But something about Atomic felt different. It had been so long since his bat had met human flesh.

He wondered if it would feel the same as last time.

Sharkbone took slow steps forward, letting the bat fall to his side. He crouched in front of Atomic, practically on top of xem. They drop the bat. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(Xey relax once the bat is out of his hand, though the closeness is unnerving. It stares, only one eye still good enough to see Sharkbone clearly)

........ 's... safe?

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone smiles a little wider, staying quiet. Just... staring. The stare is empty, cold, bone-chilling at least. Then they start laughing. Quiet at first, almost a figment of Atomic's imagination. Then louder. And with.. no warning? Little warning? Much to Atomic's surprise, they jump, wrapping his hsnfd around it's throat and squeezing. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(They start to get terrified, his eyes feeling like they're burning through it. The laughter only makes them more nervous, and at the sudden strangling it starts to kick and writhe, getting air in feeling near impossible. It chokes, making a breathless sound)

(It almost feels... betrayed. Why would Krash offer this person, only for him to start hurting xem? Maybe they didn't know. That's the only answer it accepts)

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone only squeezes harder, somewhere between laughing and screaming. It's certainly going to leave a nasty mark. Then, they stop. Suddenly. His hands remain around Atomic's throat as he looks up, but he stops applying pressure. A bike can be heard in the distance, and Sharkbone seems to weigh his options. He ends up grabbing his bat and running, leaving Atomic even more broken than before. He can't help but get a swing in before he runs, slamming the bat into Atomic's side. And then he's off. The bike skids to a stop, and a familiar pink blob enters Atomic's vision. Haven Havoc. ]

[atomic-contamination]

[ As a breeze blows by, a figure slowly appears in the sand. At first, just a pile of dust, but slowly forming into a familiar face. Krash sits up, brushing sand from their blood-stained face. They roll their shoulders and seemingly stretch before looking over at Atomic, a few yards away. ]

Heya, kiddo! Miss me?

(It looks over, a slightly guilty look on its face)

Missed you a lot, really. … Things've been rough..

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods, standing. And for once, Atomic sees how bad they look. The first time they appeared to Atomic, it was dark, and they tried to keep Atomic from looking. But now it was clear. Blood stained just about everywhere. Hands, face, clothing. It was even in their hair. But they were still them. It was still their eyes, their face. They walked over to Atomic, grabbing it's shoulders and looking them over. Krash's touch was cold, but comforting. ]

When's the last time you ate?

[atomic-contamination]

(It's lip quivers slightly, making them feel like a sad little kid that's getting scolded. It sniffles, looking much scrawnier than they've ever been, dark circles forming under its eyes)

I don't remember... I- I've been real busy..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash frowns, pulling Atomic into a hug. ]

'Tomic, you gotta take card of yourself. This isn't good for ya.

[atomic-contamination]

(It clings to Krash, starting to sob. They shake, visibly malnourished and sleep deprived)

I know! Bu'... bu' my friends! I have to help them 'n keep them safe..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

'Tomic. You do that without lookin' out for yourself, and next think you know you'll be unnamed and dusted out by a dozen dracs on Route Guano in a lazy, half-assed suicide. Ask me how I know. And I don't want that happenin' to you.

[ Krash rubs Atomic's back, slowly lowering them both to a sitting position in the sand. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It continues to sob, their body barely holding them up. It doesn't take long before it's too dehydrated to cry anymore)

I-... I don't wanna get dusted… I just.. I don't wanna lose my other friends too..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash runs a hand through xer hair, wishing they had water for it. ]

You gotta take care of yourself, too. You won't be able to help them if you don't.

[atomic-contamination]

(It takes shallow breaths, its binder starting to bruise its ribs, breathing becoming almost excruciatingly painful. Xey almost wonder if xey fractured something)

…… I.. I know..

(They close their eyes, resting limply against Krash. It feels as though the Witch is looming over it, waiting for xem to crumple)

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums softly, holding xem close. Their blood, despite looking fresh, doesn't rub off on Atomic at all. They offer as much comfort as they can. ]

[atomic-contamination]

I don't wanna die, Krash...

(Their voice is quiet and weak, and they whimper at the thought of leaving everything behind, even temporarily)

Don't wanna..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

I know, kiddo. I know.

[ Krash holds Atomic close. ]

Spare should be at the garage. He'll be able to help you out. Him or Spider. If not, have you met Bullet and Sharkbone? They'd be more than happy to help. Or everyone at the shack.

[atomic-contamination]

(They snivel, going quiet to think)

Don't want.. anyone to see me bad... Shark 'n Bullet dunno me.. them?

(Its head is pounding from lack of sustenance, its body running on nothing but will. It's like a rusted machine, continuing its job despite slowing down, unwilling to stop until something breaks)

Feel so bad... sick..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods. ]

Where are we, Zone 4? Uhm... Oh. Well. This is... this works.

[ Krash looks up, a killjoy walking aimlessly their direction. ]

That's Sharkbone.

[atomic-contamination]

(They barely have the energy to look up, eyes unfocused. Xey look close to unconsciousness)

Hhuh..?

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash gives Atomic a little forehead kiss. ]

Stay alive, 'Tomic. I love ya kiddo.

[ And with that, Krash dissolves back into the wind. ]

[atomic-contamination]

Love you too.

(It collapses face first, groaning quietly as it sits up and looks at the stranger with fear in xer eyes)

H... Hello?

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone wanders aimlessly, almost as if in a daze. Their bat is slung lazily over his shoulder, fresh blood covering the side. They catch sight of Atomic and grin, looking down at xem. They stop about 10 feet away, staring. Smiling. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It whimpers, cowering away)

You don't look safe...

(They try to stand, legs shaking under them before it falls back down onto its knees, the metal joint creaking)

S.. stay back!

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone tilts his head to the side, looking Atomic over. Analyzing xem. Deciding on their next move. Most of the time, he just attacks, head on. But something about Atomic felt different. It had been so long since his bat had met human flesh.

He wondered if it would feel the same as last time.

Sharkbone took slow steps forward, letting the bat fall to his side. He crouched in front of Atomic, practically on top of xem. They drop the bat. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(Xey relax once the bat is out of his hand, though the closeness is unnerving. It stares, only one eye still good enough to see Sharkbone clearly)

........ 's... safe?

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone smiles a little wider, staying quiet. Just... staring. The stare is empty, cold, bone-chilling at least. Then they start laughing. Quiet at first, almost a figment of Atomic's imagination. Then louder. And with.. no warning? Little warning? Much to Atomic's surprise, they jump, wrapping his hsnfd around it's throat and squeezing. ]

[atomic-contamination]

[ As a breeze blows by, a figure slowly appears in the sand. At first, just a pile of dust, but slowly forming into a familiar face. Krash sits up, brushing sand from their blood-stained face. They roll their shoulders and seemingly stretch before looking over at Atomic, a few yards away. ]

Heya, kiddo! Miss me?

(It looks over, a slightly guilty look on its face)

Missed you a lot, really. … Things've been rough..

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods, standing. And for once, Atomic sees how bad they look. The first time they appeared to Atomic, it was dark, and they tried to keep Atomic from looking. But now it was clear. Blood stained just about everywhere. Hands, face, clothing. It was even in their hair. But they were still them. It was still their eyes, their face. They walked over to Atomic, grabbing it's shoulders and looking them over. Krash's touch was cold, but comforting. ]

When's the last time you ate?

[atomic-contamination]

(It's lip quivers slightly, making them feel like a sad little kid that's getting scolded. It sniffles, looking much scrawnier than they've ever been, dark circles forming under its eyes)

I don't remember... I- I've been real busy..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash frowns, pulling Atomic into a hug. ]

'Tomic, you gotta take card of yourself. This isn't good for ya.

[atomic-contamination]

(It clings to Krash, starting to sob. They shake, visibly malnourished and sleep deprived)

I know! Bu'... bu' my friends! I have to help them 'n keep them safe..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

'Tomic. You do that without lookin' out for yourself, and next think you know you'll be unnamed and dusted out by a dozen dracs on Route Guano in a lazy, half-assed suicide. Ask me how I know. And I don't want that happenin' to you.

[ Krash rubs Atomic's back, slowly lowering them both to a sitting position in the sand. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It continues to sob, their body barely holding them up. It doesn't take long before it's too dehydrated to cry anymore)

I-... I don't wanna get dusted… I just.. I don't wanna lose my other friends too..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash runs a hand through xer hair, wishing they had water for it. ]

You gotta take care of yourself, too. You won't be able to help them if you don't.

[atomic-contamination]

(It takes shallow breaths, its binder starting to bruise its ribs, breathing becoming almost excruciatingly painful. Xey almost wonder if xey fractured something)

…… I.. I know..

(They close their eyes, resting limply against Krash. It feels as though the Witch is looming over it, waiting for xem to crumple)

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums softly, holding xem close. Their blood, despite looking fresh, doesn't rub off on Atomic at all. They offer as much comfort as they can. ]

[atomic-contamination]

I don't wanna die, Krash...

(Their voice is quiet and weak, and they whimper at the thought of leaving everything behind, even temporarily)

Don't wanna..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

I know, kiddo. I know.

[ Krash holds Atomic close. ]

Spare should be at the garage. He'll be able to help you out. Him or Spider. If not, have you met Bullet and Sharkbone? They'd be more than happy to help. Or everyone at the shack.

[atomic-contamination]

(They snivel, going quiet to think)

Don't want.. anyone to see me bad... Shark 'n Bullet dunno me.. them?

(Its head is pounding from lack of sustenance, its body running on nothing but will. It's like a rusted machine, continuing its job despite slowing down, unwilling to stop until something breaks)

Feel so bad... sick..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods. ]

Where are we, Zone 4? Uhm... Oh. Well. This is... this works.

[ Krash looks up, a killjoy walking aimlessly their direction. ]

That's Sharkbone.

[atomic-contamination]

(They barely have the energy to look up, eyes unfocused. Xey look close to unconsciousness)

Hhuh..?

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash gives Atomic a little forehead kiss. ]

Stay alive, 'Tomic. I love ya kiddo.

[ And with that, Krash dissolves back into the wind. ]

[atomic-contamination]

Love you too.

(It collapses face first, groaning quietly as it sits up and looks at the stranger with fear in xer eyes)

H... Hello?

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone wanders aimlessly, almost as if in a daze. Their bat is slung lazily over his shoulder, fresh blood covering the side. They catch sight of Atomic and grin, looking down at xem. They stop about 10 feet away, staring. Smiling. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It whimpers, cowering away)

You don't look safe...

(They try to stand, legs shaking under them before it falls back down onto its knees, the metal joint creaking)

S.. stay back!

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone tilts his head to the side, looking Atomic over. Analyzing xem. Deciding on their next move. Most of the time, he just attacks, head on. But something about Atomic felt different. It had been so long since his bat had met human flesh.

He wondered if it would feel the same as last time.

Sharkbone took slow steps forward, letting the bat fall to his side. He crouched in front of Atomic, practically on top of xem. They drop the bat. ]

[atomic-contamination]

[ As a breeze blows by, a figure slowly appears in the sand. At first, just a pile of dust, but slowly forming into a familiar face. Krash sits up, brushing sand from their blood-stained face. They roll their shoulders and seemingly stretch before looking over at Atomic, a few yards away. ]

Heya, kiddo! Miss me?

(It looks over, a slightly guilty look on its face)

Missed you a lot, really. … Things've been rough..

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods, standing. And for once, Atomic sees how bad they look. The first time they appeared to Atomic, it was dark, and they tried to keep Atomic from looking. But now it was clear. Blood stained just about everywhere. Hands, face, clothing. It was even in their hair. But they were still them. It was still their eyes, their face. They walked over to Atomic, grabbing it's shoulders and looking them over. Krash's touch was cold, but comforting. ]

When's the last time you ate?

[atomic-contamination]

(It's lip quivers slightly, making them feel like a sad little kid that's getting scolded. It sniffles, looking much scrawnier than they've ever been, dark circles forming under its eyes)

I don't remember... I- I've been real busy..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash frowns, pulling Atomic into a hug. ]

'Tomic, you gotta take card of yourself. This isn't good for ya.

[atomic-contamination]

(It clings to Krash, starting to sob. They shake, visibly malnourished and sleep deprived)

I know! Bu'... bu' my friends! I have to help them 'n keep them safe..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

'Tomic. You do that without lookin' out for yourself, and next think you know you'll be unnamed and dusted out by a dozen dracs on Route Guano in a lazy, half-assed suicide. Ask me how I know. And I don't want that happenin' to you.

[ Krash rubs Atomic's back, slowly lowering them both to a sitting position in the sand. ]

[atomic-contamination]

(It continues to sob, their body barely holding them up. It doesn't take long before it's too dehydrated to cry anymore)

I-... I don't wanna get dusted… I just.. I don't wanna lose my other friends too..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash runs a hand through xer hair, wishing they had water for it. ]

You gotta take care of yourself, too. You won't be able to help them if you don't.

[atomic-contamination]

(It takes shallow breaths, its binder starting to bruise its ribs, breathing becoming almost excruciatingly painful. Xey almost wonder if xey fractured something)

…… I.. I know..

(They close their eyes, resting limply against Krash. It feels as though the Witch is looming over it, waiting for xem to crumple)

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums softly, holding xem close. Their blood, despite looking fresh, doesn't rub off on Atomic at all. They offer as much comfort as they can. ]

[atomic-contamination]

I don't wanna die, Krash...

(Their voice is quiet and weak, and they whimper at the thought of leaving everything behind, even temporarily)

Don't wanna..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

I know, kiddo. I know.

[ Krash holds Atomic close. ]

Spare should be at the garage. He'll be able to help you out. Him or Spider. If not, have you met Bullet and Sharkbone? They'd be more than happy to help. Or everyone at the shack.

[atomic-contamination]

(They snivel, going quiet to think)

Don't want.. anyone to see me bad... Shark 'n Bullet dunno me.. them?

(Its head is pounding from lack of sustenance, its body running on nothing but will. It's like a rusted machine, continuing its job despite slowing down, unwilling to stop until something breaks)

Feel so bad... sick..

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash nods. ]

Where are we, Zone 4? Uhm... Oh. Well. This is... this works.

[ Krash looks up, a killjoy walking aimlessly their direction. ]

That's Sharkbone.

[atomic-contamination]

(They barely have the energy to look up, eyes unfocused. Xey look close to unconsciousness)

Hhuh..?

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash gives Atomic a little forehead kiss. ]

Stay alive, 'Tomic. I love ya kiddo.

[ And with that, Krash dissolves back into the wind. ]

[atomic-contamination]

Love you too.

(It collapses face first, groaning quietly as it sits up and looks at the stranger with fear in xer eyes)

H... Hello?

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone wanders aimlessly, almost as if in a daze. Their bat is slung lazily over his shoulder, fresh blood covering the side. They catch sight of Atomic and grin, looking down at xem. They stop about 10 feet away, staring. Smiling. ]

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[marble-p0p]

Marble hadn't noticed the knocking, the glass, or the not-so-graceful tumbling entrance Shark had taken into her shop. However, the familiar (but not quite as familiar as Krash's) voice made her flinch hard enough to sit up and shuffle backward. She peers up at Shark with wide, terrified, beyond-pained eyes, her pupils heavily dilated due to the dark environment. The light through the window, although barely anything, makes her sob harder, the pounding in her head intensified by the sunlight. She opts to grab the blanket again and tug it over her back, a little embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of an acquaintance, at best. It doesn't do much at all to cover her up, if anything just making the ridges of her spine and ribs more clear on her back. She tries to speak, but it comes out in the same barely-audible wheeze.

"You're not real. You can't be real." She sobs hoarsely.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone stares, horrified at the very least at the sight in front of him. He stands, leaving the bat next to the window and walking over to Marble. He looks confused, reaching out a gentle hand to try and help. He's warm. A normal amount of warm, a REAL about of warm. ]

Marbs... what happened to you?

[marble-p0p]

When his hand makes contact with the skin of her shoulder, the blanket having slipped down, she feels almost like a corpse. She's freezing cold, shivering in fact, her skin covered in goosebumps and feeling thin and weak. It's as if poking her too hard would punch a hole through her.

She grunts painfully at the touch, only shaking more and curling further in on herself as she feels the warmth of the hand. It takes her a solid few moments to even register the warmth of a living, breathing person, and eventually, she softens up a little and leans back into the hand ever so slightly. She feels bony, lethargic with whatever hellish combination of self-neglect she's been through.

She still can't trust it. She can't trust the signs of life. She isn't even showing many of them herself.

"You're warm. Why are you warm? They're-they're never.. Warm." She mumbles feverishly, shaking her head a little with confusion and fear. Whatever happened, it wasn't good.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone pulls Marble into a hug, holding her as tightly and as gently as possible. ]

What's never warm, Marble?

[marble-p0p]

Marble sort of awkwardly shimmies around until she's facing Shark, not having the energy to raise her arms and return the hug and just leaning into him instead. She lets out a long sigh, ending in a wince.

"The ghosts. Eyes, the eyes. They're not warm. But you're warm, I... I don't understand. How are you warm but not real?" She questions, mostly talking to herself. Her words are a little louder, now that she's been talking for a few minutes, but they're still just barely whispers. It's painful to think about how she got to this point, what she's been doing or... More accurately, not doing in here all this time.

She seems to be covering one of her hands, hovering it in her lap instead of resting it on her leg like her other hand.

[sharks-and-bones]

"Oh, Marbles."

[ Sharkbone rubs her back, focusing in calming her down to start. He takes note of the hidden hand. ]

" I'm real, Marbles. I promise you, I'm real. No eyes, no cold, just.... real. "

[marble-p0p]

She shudders at the assurances, stubborn.

"No." She grunts firmly, as serious as she can manage. Though, she still sounds quiet tearful. "No, that's.. That's what they all tell me. I don't.."

She trails off, mumbling incoherently before going fully quiet. She clings one arm around Shark, gripping at his clothes, trailing her frail fingers over his back and shoulders. She can't believe it, she won't. It's been such a long time, this can't be it.

This can't be real.

She swallows hard, eventually letting her arm come back to her lap. She seems numb, yet entirely devastated at the same time.

"I don't know if I'm real anymore."

[sharks-and-bones]

" Marbles.... "

[ Sharkbone gently lifts their hands, looking them over and... staring at the frostbite. Frostbite. In the middle of the desert. He immediately looks around, and then picks Marble up. ]

"I'm setting you on the couch, ok? And I'm going to fix up your hand. And I'm going to prove to you that I'm real."

[marble-p0p]

She whines as she's scooped up, limp and uncomfortable to hold in pretty much any orientation. She's so worn down, it's like holding a skeleton draped in cloth.

She doesn't respond to the insistence, barely even seeming conscious, barely seeming alive besides her breathing and blinking.

"Mm." She eventually hums, finally actually managing a voice-like sound among the dozens of hissing whispers she's been managing until now.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone sets Marble down on the couch, immediately searching for medical supplies. Once he finds what he can, he gets to work on fixing her hand, then puts his jacket around her. He'll find another blanket later. His next step? Soup. Probably a broth of some sort. Something plain. He passes the bathroom, notices the unflushed vomit toilet, and flushes it before going to the kitchen to make soup. ]

[marble-p0p]

Despite how much she's already cried, despite how little she's consumed, how dehydrated she must be at this point, she manages to stain her tears glossy as he attempts to fix her hand. Clearly, some antibiotic and bandages aren't going to do much, but she appreciates the effort. She appreciates Shark getting her off the floor, for being the most real thing she's seen in months.

She isn't keeping her hopes high that he's actually real. Maybe this is one big hallucination, her 7 minutes in heaven before she meets the witch for one last cold, unforgiving time. She's tasted hell, smelled it. Felt it gripping her hand, smiling down at her. She doesn't want to get out of this. No matter what happens, no matter if she gets better or worse, she'll always keep her scars. And she won't keep her hand.

As she listens to him move around the space, the sounds in her head become more intense again. Curling up in the jacket is her only respite, the familiar scent and much-needed warmth providing a sort of solace in the middle of it all. She manages to get most of herself covered by it, curling her knees to her concave stomach and making herself as small as possible.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone, in awe at how empty the kitchen is, cooks up a nice little vegetable broth with what he can find of....decent enough quality. He brings a steaming bowl back out to Marble, crouching in front of her. ]

Broth should stay down. Here. Drink.

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[marble-p0p]

Marble hadn't noticed the knocking, the glass, or the not-so-graceful tumbling entrance Shark had taken into her shop. However, the familiar (but not quite as familiar as Krash's) voice made her flinch hard enough to sit up and shuffle backward. She peers up at Shark with wide, terrified, beyond-pained eyes, her pupils heavily dilated due to the dark environment. The light through the window, although barely anything, makes her sob harder, the pounding in her head intensified by the sunlight. She opts to grab the blanket again and tug it over her back, a little embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of an acquaintance, at best. It doesn't do much at all to cover her up, if anything just making the ridges of her spine and ribs more clear on her back. She tries to speak, but it comes out in the same barely-audible wheeze.

"You're not real. You can't be real." She sobs hoarsely.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone stares, horrified at the very least at the sight in front of him. He stands, leaving the bat next to the window and walking over to Marble. He looks confused, reaching out a gentle hand to try and help. He's warm. A normal amount of warm, a REAL about of warm. ]

Marbs... what happened to you?

[marble-p0p]

When his hand makes contact with the skin of her shoulder, the blanket having slipped down, she feels almost like a corpse. She's freezing cold, shivering in fact, her skin covered in goosebumps and feeling thin and weak. It's as if poking her too hard would punch a hole through her.

She grunts painfully at the touch, only shaking more and curling further in on herself as she feels the warmth of the hand. It takes her a solid few moments to even register the warmth of a living, breathing person, and eventually, she softens up a little and leans back into the hand ever so slightly. She feels bony, lethargic with whatever hellish combination of self-neglect she's been through.

She still can't trust it. She can't trust the signs of life. She isn't even showing many of them herself.

"You're warm. Why are you warm? They're-they're never.. Warm." She mumbles feverishly, shaking her head a little with confusion and fear. Whatever happened, it wasn't good.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone pulls Marble into a hug, holding her as tightly and as gently as possible. ]

What's never warm, Marble?

[marble-p0p]

Marble sort of awkwardly shimmies around until she's facing Shark, not having the energy to raise her arms and return the hug and just leaning into him instead. She lets out a long sigh, ending in a wince.

"The ghosts. Eyes, the eyes. They're not warm. But you're warm, I... I don't understand. How are you warm but not real?" She questions, mostly talking to herself. Her words are a little louder, now that she's been talking for a few minutes, but they're still just barely whispers. It's painful to think about how she got to this point, what she's been doing or... More accurately, not doing in here all this time.

She seems to be covering one of her hands, hovering it in her lap instead of resting it on her leg like her other hand.

[sharks-and-bones]

"Oh, Marbles."

[ Sharkbone rubs her back, focusing in calming her down to start. He takes note of the hidden hand. ]

" I'm real, Marbles. I promise you, I'm real. No eyes, no cold, just.... real. "

[marble-p0p]

She shudders at the assurances, stubborn.

"No." She grunts firmly, as serious as she can manage. Though, she still sounds quiet tearful. "No, that's.. That's what they all tell me. I don't.."

She trails off, mumbling incoherently before going fully quiet. She clings one arm around Shark, gripping at his clothes, trailing her frail fingers over his back and shoulders. She can't believe it, she won't. It's been such a long time, this can't be it.

This can't be real.

She swallows hard, eventually letting her arm come back to her lap. She seems numb, yet entirely devastated at the same time.

"I don't know if I'm real anymore."

[sharks-and-bones]

" Marbles.... "

[ Sharkbone gently lifts their hands, looking them over and... staring at the frostbite. Frostbite. In the middle of the desert. He immediately looks around, and then picks Marble up. ]

"I'm setting you on the couch, ok? And I'm going to fix up your hand. And I'm going to prove to you that I'm real."

[marble-p0p]

She whines as she's scooped up, limp and uncomfortable to hold in pretty much any orientation. She's so worn down, it's like holding a skeleton draped in cloth.

She doesn't respond to the insistence, barely even seeming conscious, barely seeming alive besides her breathing and blinking.

"Mm." She eventually hums, finally actually managing a voice-like sound among the dozens of hissing whispers she's been managing until now.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone sets Marble down on the couch, immediately searching for medical supplies. Once he finds what he can, he gets to work on fixing her hand, then puts his jacket around her. He'll find another blanket later. His next step? Soup. Probably a broth of some sort. Something plain. He passes the bathroom, notices the unflushed vomit toilet, and flushes it before going to the kitchen to make soup. ]

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[marble-p0p]

Marble hadn't noticed the knocking, the glass, or the not-so-graceful tumbling entrance Shark had taken into her shop. However, the familiar (but not quite as familiar as Krash's) voice made her flinch hard enough to sit up and shuffle backward. She peers up at Shark with wide, terrified, beyond-pained eyes, her pupils heavily dilated due to the dark environment. The light through the window, although barely anything, makes her sob harder, the pounding in her head intensified by the sunlight. She opts to grab the blanket again and tug it over her back, a little embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of an acquaintance, at best. It doesn't do much at all to cover her up, if anything just making the ridges of her spine and ribs more clear on her back. She tries to speak, but it comes out in the same barely-audible wheeze.

"You're not real. You can't be real." She sobs hoarsely.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone stares, horrified at the very least at the sight in front of him. He stands, leaving the bat next to the window and walking over to Marble. He looks confused, reaching out a gentle hand to try and help. He's warm. A normal amount of warm, a REAL about of warm. ]

Marbs... what happened to you?

[marble-p0p]

When his hand makes contact with the skin of her shoulder, the blanket having slipped down, she feels almost like a corpse. She's freezing cold, shivering in fact, her skin covered in goosebumps and feeling thin and weak. It's as if poking her too hard would punch a hole through her.

She grunts painfully at the touch, only shaking more and curling further in on herself as she feels the warmth of the hand. It takes her a solid few moments to even register the warmth of a living, breathing person, and eventually, she softens up a little and leans back into the hand ever so slightly. She feels bony, lethargic with whatever hellish combination of self-neglect she's been through.

She still can't trust it. She can't trust the signs of life. She isn't even showing many of them herself.

"You're warm. Why are you warm? They're-they're never.. Warm." She mumbles feverishly, shaking her head a little with confusion and fear. Whatever happened, it wasn't good.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone pulls Marble into a hug, holding her as tightly and as gently as possible. ]

What's never warm, Marble?

[marble-p0p]

Marble sort of awkwardly shimmies around until she's facing Shark, not having the energy to raise her arms and return the hug and just leaning into him instead. She lets out a long sigh, ending in a wince.

"The ghosts. Eyes, the eyes. They're not warm. But you're warm, I... I don't understand. How are you warm but not real?" She questions, mostly talking to herself. Her words are a little louder, now that she's been talking for a few minutes, but they're still just barely whispers. It's painful to think about how she got to this point, what she's been doing or... More accurately, not doing in here all this time.

She seems to be covering one of her hands, hovering it in her lap instead of resting it on her leg like her other hand.

[sharks-and-bones]

"Oh, Marbles."

[ Sharkbone rubs her back, focusing in calming her down to start. He takes note of the hidden hand. ]

" I'm real, Marbles. I promise you, I'm real. No eyes, no cold, just.... real. "

[marble-p0p]

She shudders at the assurances, stubborn.

"No." She grunts firmly, as serious as she can manage. Though, she still sounds quiet tearful. "No, that's.. That's what they all tell me. I don't.."

She trails off, mumbling incoherently before going fully quiet. She clings one arm around Shark, gripping at his clothes, trailing her frail fingers over his back and shoulders. She can't believe it, she won't. It's been such a long time, this can't be it.

This can't be real.

She swallows hard, eventually letting her arm come back to her lap. She seems numb, yet entirely devastated at the same time.

"I don't know if I'm real anymore."

[sharks-and-bones]

" Marbles.... "

[ Sharkbone gently lifts their hands, looking them over and... staring at the frostbite. Frostbite. In the middle of the desert. He immediately looks around, and then picks Marble up. ]

"I'm setting you on the couch, ok? And I'm going to fix up your hand. And I'm going to prove to you that I'm real."

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[marble-p0p]

Marble hadn't noticed the knocking, the glass, or the not-so-graceful tumbling entrance Shark had taken into her shop. However, the familiar (but not quite as familiar as Krash's) voice made her flinch hard enough to sit up and shuffle backward. She peers up at Shark with wide, terrified, beyond-pained eyes, her pupils heavily dilated due to the dark environment. The light through the window, although barely anything, makes her sob harder, the pounding in her head intensified by the sunlight. She opts to grab the blanket again and tug it over her back, a little embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of an acquaintance, at best. It doesn't do much at all to cover her up, if anything just making the ridges of her spine and ribs more clear on her back. She tries to speak, but it comes out in the same barely-audible wheeze.

"You're not real. You can't be real." She sobs hoarsely.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone stares, horrified at the very least at the sight in front of him. He stands, leaving the bat next to the window and walking over to Marble. He looks confused, reaching out a gentle hand to try and help. He's warm. A normal amount of warm, a REAL about of warm. ]

Marbs... what happened to you?

[marble-p0p]

When his hand makes contact with the skin of her shoulder, the blanket having slipped down, she feels almost like a corpse. She's freezing cold, shivering in fact, her skin covered in goosebumps and feeling thin and weak. It's as if poking her too hard would punch a hole through her.

She grunts painfully at the touch, only shaking more and curling further in on herself as she feels the warmth of the hand. It takes her a solid few moments to even register the warmth of a living, breathing person, and eventually, she softens up a little and leans back into the hand ever so slightly. She feels bony, lethargic with whatever hellish combination of self-neglect she's been through.

She still can't trust it. She can't trust the signs of life. She isn't even showing many of them herself.

"You're warm. Why are you warm? They're-they're never.. Warm." She mumbles feverishly, shaking her head a little with confusion and fear. Whatever happened, it wasn't good.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone pulls Marble into a hug, holding her as tightly and as gently as possible. ]

What's never warm, Marble?

[marble-p0p]

Marble sort of awkwardly shimmies around until she's facing Shark, not having the energy to raise her arms and return the hug and just leaning into him instead. She lets out a long sigh, ending in a wince.

"The ghosts. Eyes, the eyes. They're not warm. But you're warm, I... I don't understand. How are you warm but not real?" She questions, mostly talking to herself. Her words are a little louder, now that she's been talking for a few minutes, but they're still just barely whispers. It's painful to think about how she got to this point, what she's been doing or... More accurately, not doing in here all this time.

She seems to be covering one of her hands, hovering it in her lap instead of resting it on her leg like her other hand.

[sharks-and-bones]

"Oh, Marbles."

[ Sharkbone rubs her back, focusing in calming her down to start. He takes note of the hidden hand. ]

" I'm real, Marbles. I promise you, I'm real. No eyes, no cold, just.... real. "

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[marble-p0p]

Marble hadn't noticed the knocking, the glass, or the not-so-graceful tumbling entrance Shark had taken into her shop. However, the familiar (but not quite as familiar as Krash's) voice made her flinch hard enough to sit up and shuffle backward. She peers up at Shark with wide, terrified, beyond-pained eyes, her pupils heavily dilated due to the dark environment. The light through the window, although barely anything, makes her sob harder, the pounding in her head intensified by the sunlight. She opts to grab the blanket again and tug it over her back, a little embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of an acquaintance, at best. It doesn't do much at all to cover her up, if anything just making the ridges of her spine and ribs more clear on her back. She tries to speak, but it comes out in the same barely-audible wheeze.

"You're not real. You can't be real." She sobs hoarsely.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone stares, horrified at the very least at the sight in front of him. He stands, leaving the bat next to the window and walking over to Marble. He looks confused, reaching out a gentle hand to try and help. He's warm. A normal amount of warm, a REAL about of warm. ]

Marbs... what happened to you?

[marble-p0p]

When his hand makes contact with the skin of her shoulder, the blanket having slipped down, she feels almost like a corpse. She's freezing cold, shivering in fact, her skin covered in goosebumps and feeling thin and weak. It's as if poking her too hard would punch a hole through her.

She grunts painfully at the touch, only shaking more and curling further in on herself as she feels the warmth of the hand. It takes her a solid few moments to even register the warmth of a living, breathing person, and eventually, she softens up a little and leans back into the hand ever so slightly. She feels bony, lethargic with whatever hellish combination of self-neglect she's been through.

She still can't trust it. She can't trust the signs of life. She isn't even showing many of them herself.

"You're warm. Why are you warm? They're-they're never.. Warm." She mumbles feverishly, shaking her head a little with confusion and fear. Whatever happened, it wasn't good.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone pulls Marble into a hug, holding her as tightly and as gently as possible. ]

What's never warm, Marble?

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[marble-p0p]

Marble hadn't noticed the knocking, the glass, or the not-so-graceful tumbling entrance Shark had taken into her shop. However, the familiar (but not quite as familiar as Krash's) voice made her flinch hard enough to sit up and shuffle backward. She peers up at Shark with wide, terrified, beyond-pained eyes, her pupils heavily dilated due to the dark environment. The light through the window, although barely anything, makes her sob harder, the pounding in her head intensified by the sunlight. She opts to grab the blanket again and tug it over her back, a little embarrassed to be wearing so little in front of an acquaintance, at best. It doesn't do much at all to cover her up, if anything just making the ridges of her spine and ribs more clear on her back. She tries to speak, but it comes out in the same barely-audible wheeze.

"You're not real. You can't be real." She sobs hoarsely.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone stares, horrified at the very least at the sight in front of him. He stands, leaving the bat next to the window and walking over to Marble. He looks confused, reaching out a gentle hand to try and help. He's warm. A normal amount of warm, a REAL about of warm. ]

Marbs... what happened to you?

[marble-p0p]

[There are always shadows in the dark.

Watching.

Waiting.

And this shadow chose to take the form of a well beloved friend. Marble could sense the eyes, the surplus of eyes, and their glaring weight. She could sense the bright red streak running through their hair, and the metallic red staining their clothes.

They could see two bright blue eyes right in front of them, crouched. Messy hair thrown into a ponytail, jacket slung over their dirt-crusted shoulder. They grinned, their smile bloody as blood dripped from their mouth and down their chin.]

" Heya Marbs. "

- (I forgor my @ please tag me ;v;)

Marble had spent a concerningly long while isolated in her dusty, heavily-shadowed shop. She'd been alone longer than she normally would be, but it seemed no one cared to come check up on her. Radio transmissions went unanswered, even knocks at the door were ignored in favor of...

Them.

She'd huddled herself into a corner, nothing but a half-empty bottle of water and a blanket to accompany her. She'd moved her furniture around a bit to give herself more space in the corner and to have a clear view of the entire space, despite the dark. She'd nailed up the windows with sheets and bolted both the doors to block out as much light as possible, in fact. It gave her less of an opportunity to picture them. The only thing she could consistently make out were eyes. First, it was only one pair. Then there was two. Then five. Now they were everywhere. They talked to her, mumbling and screaming and constant babbling droning on and on and on, even when she shut her eyes they were right in her ears, taunting her. She'd tried everything to get them to stop. Well, almost everything.

But now, these eyes... These were familiar. The stench of blood filled the entire house, and a freezing chill rolled over the floorboards, making her flinch as the ghostly voice reached her.

She looks up with wide, bloodshot eyes, looking like a bag of bones. Like a starving mouse.

".. Krash?" She asks, her voice barely even a whisper. The raspy, charming quality she had before had intensified to a point where she was barely audible. It hurt to speak at all, even, but she couldn't trust anything she saw anymore. She had to know if it was really them.

@krashqueen-motorbaby

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" The one and only! Miss me, darling?"

[ Their voice feels like static to her ears. They sit, the movement causing a few drops of blood to drip onto their knees. They continue to smile that horroble fucking smile, too wide, too bright. Unearthly. ]

[marble-p0p]

She cringes at the loudness of their voice over all the others. It was familiar, too familiar, so familiar that it nearly drowned out all the other voices in a painfully relieving manner. She couldn't remember what it was like to just hear one person. But, there was Krash, dribbling blood and talking as if nothing ever happened. But she knew what happened.

Her mind was playing tricks on her.

"... Mhm." She responds, clearly quite hesitant and uneasy. She's shivering, her skin clung tight to her bones. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts, a thin blanket pulled loosely around her shoulders and arms.

Eventually, she manages to will herself forward, crawling desperately toward Krash. Just a few feet forward, but it's enough to be face-to-face. She could almost touch them, but she holds herself back.

"Why.. Why are you here?" She pleads, her voice heartbroken.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" Why not? "

[ The grinning. The bloody, unearthly grinning. Their eyes only seem to get brighter in the room. They disregard Marble's appearance for now. No gushing over trying to help. Just a cold stare. A cold smile. Cold, too cold. ]

" I missed you in hell. "

[marble-p0p]

She remains quiet, pursing her lips a bit as her brows furrow in worry. She can't tell if this is real or not. She can't tell if anything is anymore. This seems more real than the other hallucinations, but maybe it's just because she knows Krash so well.

That smile burns into her, that glare pores holes into her, she can feel it burning her thin skin. Her throat tightens with the mortifying thought of Krash seeing her in this state, but she realizes Krash doesn't look much better. In fact, it makes her realize she could be so much worse.

Eventually, she reaches out a shaky hand, offering it for Krash to take, praying for some kind of contact.

"I missed you, too. So much."

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

[ Krash hums, putting their hand out. It's less of a friendly gesture, more how a woman may offer her hand to a suitor. Regardless, they take Marble's hand, squeezing it with their own freezing grip. Any warmth in Marble's body evaporates the second they make content. Their hand is stained with blood, likely their own. As soon as the blood is on Marble's hand, it won't go away. Ever. ]

" I'm glad the feeling is mutual. You know, it's freezing in hell. You'd hate it there. "

[marble-p0p]

She didn't have much warmth to begin with, but Witch, is she so much colder now. As she feels the slimy, congealed feeling of Krash's cold blood transferring to her hand, she nearly starts to gag with pure sensory displeasure. And that's a light way of putting it.

She tries so hard to keep her grip on Krash's hand, feeling that it's just like it used to be, but so, so cold. She's even more conflicted now. Soon enough, the freezing, clammy skin starts to hurt her palm, but she doesn't dare let go.

"You're really cold. I thought there'd be, like... Fire, and stuff. In Hell." She mutters, barely able to form coherent hoarse whispers among the chattering of her teeth.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" God would be merciful of that was the case. Alas, he couldn't give less of a shit. "

[ Krash's grip on Marble's hand tightens, only loosening to readjust slightly. ]

" Besides. Wouldn't be eternal torment if I was used to the heat. Instead it's freezing. You go numb, after a while. I hope you see it some day. Feel the cold of death, scream until you finally stop feeling. You loose all sense of time, of space. You spend what feels like eternity just.... losing yourself. Your mind, your body, gone "

[ Krash chuckles, that unearthly grinning almost devilishly large. ]

" Are you ready to lose yourself? "

[marble-p0p]

She winces shakily from the tight grip, fighting the urge to pull away in favor of holding the one she's missed so dearly all this time. She can almost smell the sweet, sickly stench of rotting meat in the room, though that might just be from her pantry.

She almost gave, but manages to swallow the thick lump of acid in her raw throat, letting out a sigh as she does that creates a cloud of warm breath in the cold air.

"I think I already have. Or, I'm almost all the way there." She whimpers, sounding on the verge of tears. She can't stay still, almost feverish jitters writhing beneath her skin, trying to get her to get up and move and warm herself with activity. She remains in the same place, her own grip slightly looser as she begins losing her will.

"Krash, do you think I'm going to die soon?" She questions, not quite desperate for an answer but curious if this is all going to end soon. She wants to feel nothing. She longs to lose everything, but she doesn't say that. She doesn't want to worry them.

[krashqueen-motorbaby]

" ....I would pray to God that you do. "

[ Krash pulls Marble's hand up, kissing it gently, then dissappear entirely. They leave behind the cold and the stench of meat, but otherwise they're completely gone. Their blood remains on Marble's hand. ]

[marble-p0p]

The 'kiss of death' on the back of her palm makes her gasp, and she quickly curls into a hunch, letting out the breath slowly as it stings her lungs to breathe so sharply. Just as quick as the other voices quieted under Krash's familiarity, they kick right back up again to being unbearably loud, pounding at her head like the bars of a cage. She tries to use her hands to scoot herself back into the corner, but the moment she touches the floor with the hand she was holding Krash with, a jolt of white-hot pain running up her arm and wracking her entire nervous system. She cries out, raising her hand up and trying to ball it into a fist. That makes it so much worse.

Soon enough, she manages to look at her hand, only to notice the thin film of blood and intense, black gangrenous skin coating her bony fingers and most of her palm. She could handle the blood and that saccharine rotting meat smell, but the sight of her own hand half-dead without her even realizing it is too much. She quickly staggers over and heaves at the floorboards, then scrambles her way to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before losing any and all substance she had in her stomach. It wasn't much at all, mostly just acid and water. She didn't stop until she purged herself dry, left sobbing over the porcelain rim and gripping it with her working hand like it owed her money.

After a while, she curls up on the floor, crying relentlessly and hoping to whatever's up there that her organs shut down soon. She doesn't even have the energy to flush the vinegary acid, and as the smell mixes with the rotting meat and metallic blood, she wishes she had more to lose. All she can do is lay there and cry.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

[sharks-and-bones]

[ Sharkbone hated when he would have an episode. He'd go to sleep and wake up across the goddamn desert. Today, he found himself not far from Marble's shop, and decided to pay her a visit.

He knocked on the door, and upon not receiving a response, could already tell something was wrong. So he knocked again. Called out. Knocked a third time. Upon another silent pause, he decided to make his way in. He glanced at the bat in his hands, ignoring the blood splattering the sides, and busted open a nearby window. He broke just enough glass to climb inside, tumbling.... not so gracefully onto the shards. He ignored the stinging in his arm as he looked around, horrified by the intense cold and even more terrified by the sight of Marble sobbing in the corner. ]

" Marbs? "

[bea-sting-kjrp]

(Sharkbone wanders around the area, clearly pissed, with a crudely decorated axe slung over his shoulder. He looks like he's looking for a fight.)

(( @sharks-and-bones ))

*bea drives by in her pastel pink, 1960 Ford Thunderbird. It’s painted with flowers of another shade of pink and the front—well, the front is stained with blood.*

Hey~ ya lost?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone looks over the car, then to Bea.)

You know a kid called Beetle?

(His voice is firm, and attempting to be threatening. The axe helps, chipped purple and green paint covering the handle. The edge of the blade has a red tint from past use.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

Like Beetle Blitz? Yuh.

[sharks-and-bones]

(He says nothing, instead heaving his axe from his shoulder and swinging it right into the headlight next to him. As soon as he hears a smash, he pulls back and swings at the car again.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE SHIT?

*Bea floors the pedal, only thought in her mind is “what the fuck”*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone swings further up this time, hoping to catch Bea with his axe as she drives away. At the very least, he leaves a good crack in the windshield, if not busting it entirely. He even tries to run after the vehicle when she makes a run for it.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*she accelerates to about 30mph before going into cruise control, locking the wheel in place with her boot in case the powered steering gave out. Bea pushed herself up using her other leg and peeked through the sunroof*

FUCK YOU THAT WAS MY CAR!!

[sharks-and-bones]

NEXT TIME IT'LL BE YOUR FUCKIN' SKULL!

(He lifts his axe, still trying to run and falling further behind with each passing second.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE BALLS YOU WITCHFUCKER??

*she’s baffled as she pulls her gun on him and shoots towards him, hitting the road. She grunts at the miss before slipping back into the car*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone eventually slows down, mostly because he doesn't think anything will be different if he keeps running. Why didn't he bring his gun? He doesn't think on it. He'll figure that out later, if he remembers any of this. But he follows the path, keeping an eye out for tire tracks in the sand.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*bea slows down once he becomes the size of an ant, realizing he doesn’t have a gun. She doesn’t slow down much, but enough to keep him in view.*

[sharks-and-bones]

(He just keeps walking, eyes set on the car far in front of him once he realizes she's slowed down. His determination is unnaturally strong. Mans is pissed.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*Bea yells out the window.*

WHAT’S YOUR DAMAGE?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone keeps walking along, eyes still glued to the car.)

YOU'RE A CUNT. AND YOU HURT PEOPLE. AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO THAT WITHOUT SOME FUCKIN' CONSEQUENCES.

[bea-sting-kjrp]

YOU JUST AXED MY FUCKING CAR?! AND YOU CALL ME A CUNT??

[sharks-and-bones]

RATHER I CALL YOU A BITCH?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

I’D RATHER YOU EXPLAIN YOUR SORRY ASS BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN THE SINGER!!!

[sharks-and-bones]

BEETLE BLITZ. AND ALL THE SHIT YOU PUT HER THROUGH. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

(His pace speeds up slightly, not enough to make a large impact in a short time.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKIN’ ABOUT?? SHIT?? I’VE KEPT HER ALIVE FOR FUCKS SAKE!!

[sharks-and-bones]

JUST FUCKIN' BARELY. TEN MILES? IN THIS GODDAMN WEATHER? FOR WHAT, RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU AND YOUR SHITTY CREW WHO SEEMLY KEPT THEM ALIVE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

TEN MILES MY ASS. BESIDES, D’SHE TELL YOU WHAT SHE DID?

[sharks-and-bones]

DON'T FUCKIN MATTER, NOW GET OVER HERE SO I CAN BURY THIS AXE IN YOUR SKULL AND LET YOUR GODDAM CREW SOB OVER YOUR DEAD BODY!

(He starts running again, way too angry for what he should be.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

THAT SOUNDS BADASS BUT IM GONNA SAY NO THANKS!!

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone just keeps running, trying to catch back up to the car with full murderous intent.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

Oh fuck this shit.

*bea goes as fast as Dolly (the car) will go*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone, as soon as Bea is out of sight, just kinda face plants as his aggressive adrenaline gives out. Powdered Bullet will find him later and take him home like the wonderful partner they are, and I'll probably type out something between them about this and go from there. Wahoo, blackout murderous intent. Great times.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

(Sharkbone wanders around the area, clearly pissed, with a crudely decorated axe slung over his shoulder. He looks like he's looking for a fight.)

(( @sharks-and-bones ))

*bea drives by in her pastel pink, 1960 Ford Thunderbird. It’s painted with flowers of another shade of pink and the front—well, the front is stained with blood.*

Hey~ ya lost?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone looks over the car, then to Bea.)

You know a kid called Beetle?

(His voice is firm, and attempting to be threatening. The axe helps, chipped purple and green paint covering the handle. The edge of the blade has a red tint from past use.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

Like Beetle Blitz? Yuh.

[sharks-and-bones]

(He says nothing, instead heaving his axe from his shoulder and swinging it right into the headlight next to him. As soon as he hears a smash, he pulls back and swings at the car again.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE SHIT?

*Bea floors the pedal, only thought in her mind is “what the fuck”*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone swings further up this time, hoping to catch Bea with his axe as she drives away. At the very least, he leaves a good crack in the windshield, if not busting it entirely. He even tries to run after the vehicle when she makes a run for it.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*she accelerates to about 30mph before going into cruise control, locking the wheel in place with her boot in case the powered steering gave out. Bea pushed herself up using her other leg and peeked through the sunroof*

FUCK YOU THAT WAS MY CAR!!

[sharks-and-bones]

NEXT TIME IT'LL BE YOUR FUCKIN' SKULL!

(He lifts his axe, still trying to run and falling further behind with each passing second.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE BALLS YOU WITCHFUCKER??

*she’s baffled as she pulls her gun on him and shoots towards him, hitting the road. She grunts at the miss before slipping back into the car*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone eventually slows down, mostly because he doesn't think anything will be different if he keeps running. Why didn't he bring his gun? He doesn't think on it. He'll figure that out later, if he remembers any of this. But he follows the path, keeping an eye out for tire tracks in the sand.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*bea slows down once he becomes the size of an ant, realizing he doesn’t have a gun. She doesn’t slow down much, but enough to keep him in view.*

[sharks-and-bones]

(He just keeps walking, eyes set on the car far in front of him once he realizes she's slowed down. His determination is unnaturally strong. Mans is pissed.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*Bea yells out the window.*

WHAT’S YOUR DAMAGE?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone keeps walking along, eyes still glued to the car.)

YOU'RE A CUNT. AND YOU HURT PEOPLE. AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO THAT WITHOUT SOME FUCKIN' CONSEQUENCES.

[bea-sting-kjrp]

YOU JUST AXED MY FUCKING CAR?! AND YOU CALL ME A CUNT??

[sharks-and-bones]

RATHER I CALL YOU A BITCH?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

I’D RATHER YOU EXPLAIN YOUR SORRY ASS BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN THE SINGER!!!

[sharks-and-bones]

BEETLE BLITZ. AND ALL THE SHIT YOU PUT HER THROUGH. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

(His pace speeds up slightly, not enough to make a large impact in a short time.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKIN’ ABOUT?? SHIT?? I’VE KEPT HER ALIVE FOR FUCKS SAKE!!

[sharks-and-bones]

JUST FUCKIN' BARELY. TEN MILES? IN THIS GODDAMN WEATHER? FOR WHAT, RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU AND YOUR SHITTY CREW WHO SEEMLY KEPT THEM ALIVE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

TEN MILES MY ASS. BESIDES, D’SHE TELL YOU WHAT SHE DID?

[sharks-and-bones]

DON'T FUCKIN MATTER, NOW GET OVER HERE SO I CAN BURY THIS AXE IN YOUR SKULL AND LET YOUR GODDAM CREW SOB OVER YOUR DEAD BODY!

(He starts running again, way too angry for what he should be.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

THAT SOUNDS BADASS BUT IM GONNA SAY NO THANKS!!

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone just keeps running, trying to catch back up to the car with full murderous intent.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

(Sharkbone wanders around the area, clearly pissed, with a crudely decorated axe slung over his shoulder. He looks like he's looking for a fight.)

(( @sharks-and-bones ))

*bea drives by in her pastel pink, 1960 Ford Thunderbird. It’s painted with flowers of another shade of pink and the front—well, the front is stained with blood.*

Hey~ ya lost?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone looks over the car, then to Bea.)

You know a kid called Beetle?

(His voice is firm, and attempting to be threatening. The axe helps, chipped purple and green paint covering the handle. The edge of the blade has a red tint from past use.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

Like Beetle Blitz? Yuh.

[sharks-and-bones]

(He says nothing, instead heaving his axe from his shoulder and swinging it right into the headlight next to him. As soon as he hears a smash, he pulls back and swings at the car again.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE SHIT?

*Bea floors the pedal, only thought in her mind is “what the fuck”*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone swings further up this time, hoping to catch Bea with his axe as she drives away. At the very least, he leaves a good crack in the windshield, if not busting it entirely. He even tries to run after the vehicle when she makes a run for it.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*she accelerates to about 30mph before going into cruise control, locking the wheel in place with her boot in case the powered steering gave out. Bea pushed herself up using her other leg and peeked through the sunroof*

FUCK YOU THAT WAS MY CAR!!

[sharks-and-bones]

NEXT TIME IT'LL BE YOUR FUCKIN' SKULL!

(He lifts his axe, still trying to run and falling further behind with each passing second.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE BALLS YOU WITCHFUCKER??

*she’s baffled as she pulls her gun on him and shoots towards him, hitting the road. She grunts at the miss before slipping back into the car*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone eventually slows down, mostly because he doesn't think anything will be different if he keeps running. Why didn't he bring his gun? He doesn't think on it. He'll figure that out later, if he remembers any of this. But he follows the path, keeping an eye out for tire tracks in the sand.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*bea slows down once he becomes the size of an ant, realizing he doesn’t have a gun. She doesn’t slow down much, but enough to keep him in view.*

[sharks-and-bones]

(He just keeps walking, eyes set on the car far in front of him once he realizes she's slowed down. His determination is unnaturally strong. Mans is pissed.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*Bea yells out the window.*

WHAT’S YOUR DAMAGE?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone keeps walking along, eyes still glued to the car.)

YOU'RE A CUNT. AND YOU HURT PEOPLE. AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO THAT WITHOUT SOME FUCKIN' CONSEQUENCES.

[bea-sting-kjrp]

YOU JUST AXED MY FUCKING CAR?! AND YOU CALL ME A CUNT??

[sharks-and-bones]

RATHER I CALL YOU A BITCH?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

I’D RATHER YOU EXPLAIN YOUR SORRY ASS BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN THE SINGER!!!

[sharks-and-bones]

BEETLE BLITZ. AND ALL THE SHIT YOU PUT HER THROUGH. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

(His pace speeds up slightly, not enough to make a large impact in a short time.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKIN’ ABOUT?? SHIT?? I’VE KEPT HER ALIVE FOR FUCKS SAKE!!

[sharks-and-bones]

JUST FUCKIN' BARELY. TEN MILES? IN THIS GODDAMN WEATHER? FOR WHAT, RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU AND YOUR SHITTY CREW WHO SEEMLY KEPT THEM ALIVE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

TEN MILES MY ASS. BESIDES, D’SHE TELL YOU WHAT SHE DID?

[sharks-and-bones]

DON'T FUCKIN MATTER, NOW GET OVER HERE SO I CAN BURY THIS AXE IN YOUR SKULL AND LET YOUR GODDAM CREW SOB OVER YOUR DEAD BODY!

(He starts running again, way too angry for what he should be.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

(Sharkbone wanders around the area, clearly pissed, with a crudely decorated axe slung over his shoulder. He looks like he's looking for a fight.)

(( @sharks-and-bones ))

*bea drives by in her pastel pink, 1960 Ford Thunderbird. It’s painted with flowers of another shade of pink and the front—well, the front is stained with blood.*

Hey~ ya lost?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone looks over the car, then to Bea.)

You know a kid called Beetle?

(His voice is firm, and attempting to be threatening. The axe helps, chipped purple and green paint covering the handle. The edge of the blade has a red tint from past use.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

Like Beetle Blitz? Yuh.

[sharks-and-bones]

(He says nothing, instead heaving his axe from his shoulder and swinging it right into the headlight next to him. As soon as he hears a smash, he pulls back and swings at the car again.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE SHIT?

*Bea floors the pedal, only thought in her mind is “what the fuck”*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone swings further up this time, hoping to catch Bea with his axe as she drives away. At the very least, he leaves a good crack in the windshield, if not busting it entirely. He even tries to run after the vehicle when she makes a run for it.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*she accelerates to about 30mph before going into cruise control, locking the wheel in place with her boot in case the powered steering gave out. Bea pushed herself up using her other leg and peeked through the sunroof*

FUCK YOU THAT WAS MY CAR!!

[sharks-and-bones]

NEXT TIME IT'LL BE YOUR FUCKIN' SKULL!

(He lifts his axe, still trying to run and falling further behind with each passing second.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT THE BALLS YOU WITCHFUCKER??

*she’s baffled as she pulls her gun on him and shoots towards him, hitting the road. She grunts at the miss before slipping back into the car*

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone eventually slows down, mostly because he doesn't think anything will be different if he keeps running. Why didn't he bring his gun? He doesn't think on it. He'll figure that out later, if he remembers any of this. But he follows the path, keeping an eye out for tire tracks in the sand.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*bea slows down once he becomes the size of an ant, realizing he doesn’t have a gun. She doesn’t slow down much, but enough to keep him in view.*

[sharks-and-bones]

(He just keeps walking, eyes set on the car far in front of him once he realizes she's slowed down. His determination is unnaturally strong. Mans is pissed.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

*Bea yells out the window.*

WHAT’S YOUR DAMAGE?

[sharks-and-bones]

(Sharkbone keeps walking along, eyes still glued to the car.)

YOU'RE A CUNT. AND YOU HURT PEOPLE. AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO THAT WITHOUT SOME FUCKIN' CONSEQUENCES.

[bea-sting-kjrp]

YOU JUST AXED MY FUCKING CAR?! AND YOU CALL ME A CUNT??

[sharks-and-bones]

RATHER I CALL YOU A BITCH?

[bea-sting-kjrp]

I’D RATHER YOU EXPLAIN YOUR SORRY ASS BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN THE SINGER!!!

[sharks-and-bones]

BEETLE BLITZ. AND ALL THE SHIT YOU PUT HER THROUGH. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

(His pace speeds up slightly, not enough to make a large impact in a short time.)

[bea-sting-kjrp]

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKIN’ ABOUT?? SHIT?? I’VE KEPT HER ALIVE FOR FUCKS SAKE!!

[sharks-and-bones]

JUST FUCKIN' BARELY. TEN MILES? IN THIS GODDAMN WEATHER? FOR WHAT, RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU AND YOUR SHITTY CREW WHO SEEMLY KEPT THEM ALIVE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES?