SKIN anon

Patch

[skin-anon]

The darkness echos

"I want to speak." "What if they hurt us?" "I like to think they'll be kind if we open up..." "I... want ground rules first. If we do speak out. Just to be safe, you know?" "O-okay..." "Ground rules. Order. I would prefer this too."

From the darkness, the patchwork thing awaits messages from visitors. Eyes watch from the lightless zone within the attic. --------------------------------------- FIRST OFF! Bit of a warning, things may get bloody and lil detailed in gore from time to time. allies; 🐀💥(@ratexplody), Dove, Modlings(debatable), Anomaly Cereal enemies; Wolf, ----- (Stating the location of where Patch is within the @modlings HQ. For those who wish to role play with him without leaving letters in the attic.) Location; Basement.

You speak to Patch, This is a rp blog to go along with my anon on the @modlings blog. I am not the most active, nor artistic. I am a simple writer who wants to test my skills.

This is a side blog so I do lore-things without revealing my true self.

Ask for a anon name and I / one of the voices will throw one out. Maybe. this blog is mostly about mod-lore and lore for my creature, Patch. Please no donation stuff in the ask box, I'm more than likely unable to support and it'll just make me sad. DO NOT SEND NSFW ASKS. Please.

Dni 18+, problematic ppls, anxiety hits me easily so please be mindful. For anyone curious, no need to ask. I am fine with people shipping Patch with whatever. I just request you share the ship name (I find the ship names more fun than the ship itself.) My tags are #RamblingSkin (for ooc stuff) #Violence growls #Sorrow whispers #Fear whimpers #Care speaks #Patchwork Lore #Patch #Wolf

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

Jules glances at spiggle “ ... YEAH, HES DOIN GREAT!! ” he shouts, though he isn't very loud. Xe tries to get closer to Skin Anon, slipping as xe cannot see where xes going. He groans before speaking, “ Yo- you doing alright? I can't,,, tell. ”

[skin-anon]

"... N-no... we are hurt... BUT we did capture Friend Cheekys attacker! So we are... err happy? Yes. We are happy." *The titan in the dark echoed towards the two as they look towards the hand holding Wolf. His growls were muffed by the fingers that held his beak shut. But still, the noise traveled through the basement as easy as the titans' breathing did.* "It is safe now. He was built/Sculpted with our... aversion to light in mind... Although He does have sharp instruments."

[modlings]

spiggle looks in every direction, every direction except at the two(???) people that were actually there. he couldn't! they'd just look dumb.

while in the process of ignoring the feeling of blood dripping from his body, they sucked in a shaky breath and decided to force a question out.

"... sharp instruments.. like-- like what? knives? or.."

[skin-anon]

"Hooks... He has hooks protruding out of his body." *Patch answers, letting out a echoing groan as they looked over the Wolfs hooks. Scrutinize their gaze as best the Titan can.* "They appear... dulled? we think we see rust." *The quietest voice muses aloud, taking a moment to ponder how long it and the Wolf has been down there.* *The towering anon shifts their focus to a scent in the air... Stifling a growl in its throat. They focus towards the door, where the two modlings stand. A harsh growl, while hushed. Vibrates through the liquid and the walls.* "Are... one of you hurt? We smell... blood." *The... hunger ached at them. That pained hollow sensation in what they call a gut. The Titan moves to grip one of their remaining legs with the free arm. Patch tries to focus on the topic, not wanting to be lost to the starvation. All they can do, is try to ignore that scent.*

[modlings]

spiggle could smell it too, he really could. all this blood was increasingly nauseating to spiggle. in fact, it was so nauseating that spiggle had to lean on the wall.

they were almost entirely out of sight from patch now. he didn't really do that intentionally, but it's better that way, he thinks.

jules could still see them though, so that was less fortunate.

[skin-anon]

*Patch disturbs the liquid flooding the basement in an attempt to inch Themself away from the door. The cacophony of Their voices let out a combined hiss in pain as distance, while short. Was made. As if They could further hide in the darkness.* *The large quantity of titan blood barely shifted, a short lived wave of the stuff splashes against the steps and walls, threatening to rise ever higher.* "Modlings... friends. Do--Do either of you have a-any... food?... Or maybe some me-di-cal supplies?" *They hesitate to question if such objects could even help Them...* *The small bit of silence was unsettling to the Titan, was the new modling not doing well? Was Jules afraid to say something? These thoughts did not do well for the mental worry Patch had for Anomaly Cereal or Their concern for their missing friend, Dove.* "... A-are you still there? Please... S-say something..." *The remaining limbs curl inwards, absentmindedly holding Wolf close to Their chest. Cradling Their prisoner like a frightened child holding a toy. Concern flooded the mind, Was Patch just imagining those voices?* *It felt tempted to reach out, to put one of their few limbs out into the beam of light shining from the stairway. An obvious risk of pain and further wounding of the body, yet also obvious proof this isn't yet another trick of the mind...* "Be real... Please really be here."

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

Jules glances at spiggle “ ... YEAH, HES DOIN GREAT!! ” he shouts, though he isn't very loud. Xe tries to get closer to Skin Anon, slipping as xe cannot see where xes going. He groans before speaking, “ Yo- you doing alright? I can't,,, tell. ”

[skin-anon]

"... N-no... we are hurt... BUT we did capture Friend Cheekys attacker! So we are... err happy? Yes. We are happy." *The titan in the dark echoed towards the two as they look towards the hand holding Wolf. His growls were muffed by the fingers that held his beak shut. But still, the noise traveled through the basement as easy as the titans' breathing did.* "It is safe now. He was built/Sculpted with our... aversion to light in mind... Although He does have sharp instruments."

[modlings]

spiggle looks in every direction, every direction except at the two(???) people that were actually there. he couldn't! they'd just look dumb.

while in the process of ignoring the feeling of blood dripping from his body, they sucked in a shaky breath and decided to force a question out.

"... sharp instruments.. like-- like what? knives? or.."

[skin-anon]

"Hooks... He has hooks protruding out of his body." *Patch answers, letting out a echoing groan as they looked over the Wolfs hooks. Scrutinize their gaze as best the Titan can.* "They appear... dulled? we think we see rust." *The quietest voice muses aloud, taking a moment to ponder how long it and the Wolf has been down there.* *The towering anon shifts their focus to a scent in the air... Stifling a growl in its throat. They focus towards the door, where the two modlings stand. A harsh growl, while hushed. Vibrates through the liquid and the walls.* "Are... one of you hurt? We smell... blood." *The... hunger ached at them. That pained hollow sensation in what they call a gut. The Titan moves to grip one of their remaining legs with the free arm. Patch tries to focus on the topic, not wanting to be lost to the starvation. All they can do, is try to ignore that scent.*

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

Jules glances at spiggle “ ... YEAH, HES DOIN GREAT!! ” he shouts, though he isn't very loud. Xe tries to get closer to Skin Anon, slipping as xe cannot see where xes going. He groans before speaking, “ Yo- you doing alright? I can't,,, tell. ”

[skin-anon]

"... N-no... we are hurt... BUT we did capture Friend Cheekys attacker! So we are... err happy? Yes. We are happy." *The titan in the dark echoed towards the two as they look towards the hand holding Wolf. His growls were muffed by the fingers that held his beak shut. But still, the noise traveled through the basement as easy as the titans' breathing did.* "It is safe now. He was built/Sculpted with our... aversion to light in mind... Although He does have sharp instruments."

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

The creature looks around, not being able to see well. But recognizing the voice he was hearing, “ ..Sk- skin anon?? SKIN ANON?? ” he yells to see if his ears did not deceive him.

[modlings]

TW: MENTIONS OF NAUSEA + BLOOD

"that's an anon..." spiggle mutters, connecting the dots. he stays silent for a second before his body jolts at the realization, their breath catching. "so-- SO THAT'S ALL-?!?"

his chest aches and his throat closed up, as if he were being choked. being choked. the thought just makes his throat hurt and increases the feeling. his perpetually shaking hands shook more, yet he tries to hide it by doing a confident kinda pose, with their hands at their hips, with his claws slowly digging into their own skin.

the nausea. god, the nausea. felt damn near insufferable. bile even burned the back of his throat, threatening to come out anytime soon. nah, he couldn't do that now! it's pathetic, how they have to try their best, just to be able to handle the sight.

[skin-anon]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD "Friend... Jules? Is your friend... okay?" *The titan of an anon questions, tempted to peek out into the light again to get a better look at them. Hope filling up the voices when Patch recognized the voice of a friend.* "I-I... I can't move... Is anyone hurt? Was there anyone new? Please tell us that everyone is safe." *The titans' breath hitches as they they further converse, oh how badly Patch wanted to hug the creature. They silently lamented their remaining legs as they tried momentarily to stand, leaning against a wall. Using its free arm to grab the wall itself simply to stand.* *The large quantity of blood shifts like a river as the titan forces itself to stand. Echos of pain travel throughout their body in harsh sounding groans muffled by gritted teeth, a choked half sigh. A faint sob. And finally something cracking. A orchestra of pain.* "Did friend Ceni send you? They were... here, some time ago."

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[modlings]

spiggle now knew that it most likely wasn't some weird swamp because, no doubt about it, it was breathing. in some way, shape or form, there was breathing.

spiggle had a feeling that maybe, just maybe...

"can.. can you talk? can you move??" spiggle yells, not as loud as he was before, but yelling just loud enough that in case if.... whatever's down there had issues with hearing, it could at least hear their voice.

[skin-anon]

"Who... are you?" *Patch groaned the words out an answer, and question. Pain drips from the cacophony of voices. The titan managed to hold back a whimper of pain as they try to get an angle to peer out at the people in the open doorway. A colorful array of eyes dot where their skin once did, more visible than they once were. Risked the blinding light as Patch moves its' smaller, less damaged hand to the corner to peek around it. Before yanking the arm back with the faintest sound of a pained hiss. Trying to limit further injury while seeing who is at the steps.* "Friends... modlings?" *The wounded tower questioned, hope and anxiety teetering on their voices as the prisoner continued his struggling. Deep muffled growling at being held in place for weeks on end.*

[modlings]

*His ears flick, he hears spiggle yelling*

“ Ugh, can he be any louder. ”

*He grabbed some gloves out of his desk*

He opened the door to his room. It had been very quiet there since skin anons disappearance. Going down to the first floor, to discover what spiggle could be yelling about at this hour.

The "breathing" from earlier was quite loud now that he was closer.

He finally found his voice to question spiggle.

“ Why are you yelling-?? ”

[modlings]

spiggle looked down to see jules talking to him, snickering again at the fact that they heard them.

"oh, you again," he remarked. "I'm yelling because there's someone in this room, and I'm tryna tell em that, maybe they should, i don't know, stop baking that bread. that's what it smells like in here."

the disconcerting wind/breath sounds continue as spiggle speaks, making them look towards the door again and mutter something foreign.

[modlings]

“ Oh, ” xe pauses “ Well maybe we should go in then. I don't have sticky fingers. ” xe puts xyr hands up, showing xyr gloves.

[modlings]

"huh. sweet."

spiggle hasn't learned their lesson from the first time, so they tried to pick the nonexistent lock with a claw, which leads to being unsuccessful and instead ends up hurting that paw. he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shakes off his paw before eventually opening the door with the other paw.

they snicker before actually looking at what was going on in the basement. it was incredibly dark, with only the lights in the hallway just slightly making it easier to see what was going on. even then it was hard to tell.

"what... the fuck am i lookin at?" spiggle asked to no one in particular. "looks like a weird kinda... sss.... what's the word. the thing that shrek lives in."

[modlings]

Jules coughs while looking around, trying to figure out exactly what he was seeing. “ Eh...swamp? ”

[modlings]

"yeah! that, that! that's sorta what it looks like... are-are those tree branches..? no- stumps. no. no, those are full on fucking trees."

spiggle squints his eyes more, even though he didn't need to. he could see it pretty clearly.

the room looked fucked up, to say the least; there were gashes on the walls, the place was flooded with a dark substance, the lightbulb was broken, there was a mantis leg that spiggle had pointed out already.

spiggle tried taking a step into the basement, but immediately retracted his foot the second he felt liquid.

they exclaimed, "DAMN?? I DIDN'T KNOW IT'D BE FLOODED THAT MUCH!! you'd drown in there. i think."

[skin-anon]

*Noises... voices... A yell... a cough... Patch slowly opens a majority of its remaining eyes, Having fallen asleep sometime after their friend; Ceni left the basement.*

*The Patchwork titan inhales, its' ribs-like comb clicking against the cylinder in its chest in a haphazard manner as it breaths. They watch the light enter from the hallway. Having gotten used to the pain in its damaged body, the Titan shifts. Using its' oversized arms' elbow to shift itself deeper into the darkness. The prisoner in the melted, oversized claw did his best attempt of a struggle. Assuming the ones entering to be his ally.* *The darker than dark liquid shifts and flows, it felt thicker than water. Yet even from the briefest amount of touch did not leave the felines' paw wet. The Titans' movement forces the heavy liquid to shift, flowing away as They shift away from the light invading the basement.* *Remains of the once many tree legs float in the liquid, some close to the stairs. Others more like dead trees that have not been uprooted yet. Standing like pillars deeper within the now swamp of a basement. The air reeking of the sweet smell of freshly baked bread.* *Somewhere in the dark, stretched out basement was a mantis blade arm. Big as a oak tree, and thicker than one. Floating around closer towards the generator room... Patch was thankful They closed the door separating the basement and the generator before too much of this... sickeningly sweet smelling blood flooded the buildings' power supply.* *The Titan does not say a word, things felt wrong... It struggles to pinpoint whose voices echo from the stairs.*

[skin-anon]

Weeks back.

*Patch works hard, knitting away. Carefully stitching together another attempt of a blanket. It took pride in the gifts for the @modlings.* *Every single eye focused as they finished stitching Cheekys' name in pink, on the sky themed blanket. As a collective, they sigh and look it over. Delicately holding the much smaller object between the finger tips of their much larger hand.* *Giving the blanket a small nod of approval. The Titan places it to the side, next to the sweater and blanket combo intended for Dove. The two objects shifted, moving almost like they had life in them.* *Not wanting to make a mistake, no. Not for their first actual friend. Patch reaches out as best they could instinctively... ensuring the materials they used from themself were bonding with the normal materials used in both.* "Grow." *they commanded, and the two objects obeyed. Growing larger till their creator was happy.* "Shrink." *Once more, they commanded as they move on to finish working on Dazs' blanket. One eye watched as the blanket, decorated with a butterfly in the center. Shrunk in size along with the sweater.* *Patch strains their eyes on the small object, taking slow. Painfully slow movements to not tear up the small flower-like blanket. Daz always startled them. Looking to be the smallest, they constantly felt the need to check where they placed their stump-like feet.* *Glancing to Friend Doves' presents. they wordlessly command them to stop changing size, happy with how malleable they'll be for their shape changing friend.* *As they painstakingly sew the flower blanket, Patch has a few of their eyes gaze onto Jules and Jons' blankets.*

[skin-anon]

*One was a mess of polka-dots. Orange dots on a green fabric, the other. A rushed job, Primarily wool. It was more patchwork than Friend Doves' blanket. With eye decal stitched here and there. Both properly labeled with the names of their future owners.* *Patch harmonized with the tune of their music box like core as they finish the final touch of Dazs' flower blanket. Carefully, gently placing the small flower-shaped atop the small pile of normal sized blankets.* *they shift, wood legs groaning as they move to stand. Carefully plucking the pile of blankets off the ground, they add Doves' blanket to the pile, and hold onto the sweater with their free hand.* *After a double check to make sure each blanket had the right name stitched onto them. And after a moment to stare at the nearby radio. Hoping to hear from Dove again... They begin crawling into the vent system after waiting a beat for any messages from their friend.* *Patch makes a quick stop to drop the blankets off with Jules, Dangling a bag of food, and other small things from its eye-mouth. Holding it not unlike a cat carrying their kitten by their scruff. Believing he would pass them around to the others.* *They pass by one of the many little beds they placed in the vents for the stranger who roamed the ventilation system. Once at the right vent cover. They gently knock on it.* *Once their interaction with Jules ended, They make a stop at Doves' office on their way to Cheeky. Slipping inside, braving any light left on. To leave a neatly folded sweater on the desk.* *Something told Patch that they'd be a little too busy to personally give it to her... Onward, they go to meet with Cheeky. A thought was troubling them... a thought they needed to ask.*

[skin-anon]

Weeks back.

*Patch works hard, knitting away. Carefully stitching together another attempt of a blanket. It took pride in the gifts for the @modlings.* *Every single eye focused as they finished stitching Cheekys' name in pink, on the sky themed blanket. As a collective, they sigh and look it over. Delicately holding the much smaller object between the finger tips of their much larger hand.* *Giving the blanket a small nod of approval. The Titan places it to the side, next to the sweater and blanket combo intended for Dove. The two objects shifted, moving almost like they had life in them.* *Not wanting to make a mistake, no. Not for their first actual friend. Patch reaches out as best they could instinctively... ensuring the materials they used from themself were bonding with the normal materials used in both.* "Grow." *they commanded, and the two objects obeyed. Growing larger till their creator was happy.* "Shrink." *Once more, they commanded as they move on to finish working on Dazs' blanket. One eye watched as the blanket, decorated with a butterfly in the center. Shrunk in size along with the sweater.* *Patch strains their eyes on the small object, taking slow. Painfully slow movements to not tear up the small flower-like blanket. Daz always startled them. Looking to be the smallest, they constantly felt the need to check where they placed their stump-like feet.* *Glancing to Friend Doves' presents. they wordlessly command them to stop changing size, happy with how malleable they'll be for their shape changing friend.* *As they painstakingly sew the flower blanket, Patch has a few of their eyes gaze onto Jules and Jons' blankets.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

drawing :]

Patch belongs to @skin-anon

[skin-anon]

I cannot find any way to describe the noises I made at seeign this I love it, so. SO much.

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

aw thank you friend! I’ve been drawing patch in my notebook a lot, so here they are again

[skin-anon]

Seeing their tree legs like that feels like looking at spider legs. I love it. I love this fact you draw them in your notebook. Thank you for sharing this fact!

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

drawing :]

Patch belongs to @skin-anon

[skin-anon]

I cannot find any way to describe the noises I made at seeign this I love it, so. SO much.

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

Such delicious lore, such painful information. I thank you for telling me to look into it. It hurts to see that art... But it was so good. I feel so terrible, seeing where the promise took Cereal. Your friend. -SKIN ANON

Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Cereal would have ventured back eventually, if only to see if anyone else had fallen prey to the Inventor’s tricks.

and this time around, Cereal knows what The Inventor really wants. And it knows what it wants for itself.

I am glad you enjoyed the lore, I’ve had it rolling around in my head for a while like a cursed marble, feels good to finally get it out.

apologies for hurting you, but i gotta torture my characters every now and then, keeps them interesting.

-Friend Ceni

(^im curious why you call me that, not that I mind.)

[skin-anon]

Oh, I call you friend Ceni because Ceni is short for centipede. Which is what I chalk your little character up to. At least, I think they are based off a centipede. Ceni just sounded cute to me, so I decided to use it.

[skin-anon]

The fight

*The light bathed Patch, who swings wildly into the light. Boxes easily crushed under feet. Stored furniture torn asunder by a large blade. Walls battered by pain fueled punches and swipes.* "Interesting place. Weird place, sunless sky. people who act like friends. Feels familiar, don't it?" *Swiping a claw-like hand outwards towards the voice, all Patch managed to catch was a taunting cackle.* "A misfit group of strange creatures, ah I remember it like it was yesterday..." *Clutching what Patch thinks was its flail, it swings it forth in blind rage. Smashing a bit of the ground... And the wolf. The titan yanks the item in its hand back. The flooding light dims as the wolf falls from the indent on the wall, before rising to its feet. Bits of fur missing as more hooks emerge from its body. Appearing where its ribs once were.* "Why are you treating these ones like they are different? When you used the rest for parts." *The creatures stare at one another, one barely visible in the blinding light its insides produce. The other weakened and slowly burning away within the others' light.* "... You aren't made for making friends. You know this." *Wolf awaits a response, but with a click of a tongue. It just cackled quietly under its breath.* "Burnt into the throat did I?... Is that really why you aren't saying anything to me?" *More silence. The wolf watches Patch. Slowly circling them with a limp. Both mangled, one by just a single blow. The other overtime by a unblock-able presence. Their fight isn't long. It won't last much longer, the two continue to stare at one another. Daring the other to move... the wolf dims the light ever slightly more.* "Boss said to reclaim you... don't think he'll want you de-!" *Seizing the chance before the wolf could brighten the room once more. The badly melted abomination pounced, clutching the smaller entity in what remains of its oversized hand, ignoring the hooks that stab through its flesh. Patch uses the few workable fingers of its smaller hand to gently pinch the beak shut. Dramatically dimming the room down to a comfortable darkness for itself.* *It didn't last long, maybe an hour at most. But the fight was over, the noise was gone. The shaking calm. What happened in the basement of the headquarters was over... Patch struggles to breath as it stays there. Half collapsed with its hostage in hand.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*it’s not long before another sound is heard. Scuttling echoes down the stairs, interrupted by a shocked squeak*

Friend Patch?

*the creature comes closer, circling Patch as if attempting to curl up around them. It pauses, and ever so gently wraps its forelimbs around the titan.*

What happened to you…?

*the smaller entity tries its best to provide some form of comfort, forelimbs in a hug and secondary legs gently poking around to try and find any other unseen injuries.*

No, no, no, don’t be dead. Don’t die on me, I can’t lose you. Please…

[skin-anon]

*Patch stays in place, music cylinder. Once playing a full tune, was reduced to occasionally plucking a single note. The titan gently leans towards the smaller entity. Doing its best not to collapse onto them. Their single wing was on the ground, more a pile of melted flesh than a wing. Their mantis-claw was stuck, stabbed into a wall. Having be torn off when the joint connecting it to the main body was weakened.* *Where there were once multiple legs, there appeared only two. As a silhouette, one could mistake Patch for a human. The other legs, that were lost in the scuffle. Lay on the basement floor, the most intact one had its' bark appear 'flaky'. The least intact one... was just the stump of a foot, buried in the melted remains of its leg. "I... hurt... but alive..." *The weak voice softly says as eyes, not as many as there were before. Slowly opened up from within the cracks, seams, and wounds that plagued its' body.* "Bearer of light... happened... one who attacked Cheeky." *Lowering its arms, slowly. It rests the mushy, mostly melted limbs against the ground, giving Ceni a easier sight of the creature held prisoner by them.*

"Wolf... Younger sibling, Tracker..." *Said Wolf squirms in Patchs' grip. Hooks piercing flesh, tearing through the melted hand like butter. But getting stuck after the fact.* *The Floor of the basement was flooded in Patchs' blood. A liquid darker than the darkness that filled the room. It did not stick, it only flowed.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*as soon as it sees the Wolf in Patch’s grasp, rage floods its dark eyes, and the anomaly pounces, serrated forelimbs at their throat*

You.

*the rest of the creature’s body unravels from around Patch, moving to help pin down the Wolf. Fury is clear in each movement it makes, and it’s clearer than ever that the beast was a monster of war. Mandibles click just above the hostage’s head, a quiet threat.*

Hurt Cheeky. Hurt Patch. I will make sure you never hurt anyone ever again.

*there’s a new sound, underneath its usual clicks, almost like machinery. A pure hatred that belongs in the flames of the primordial flickers in its eyes.*

[skin-anon]

*It is unclear what emotion the Wolf had in face of the beasts' fury, due to not having any visible eyes. But still, they stiffen every limb, ceases moving their hooks...* "N-not here, not yet Please. Light within them, may bleed out... not yet." *The voices croaked as Patch watches both their friend and their enemy... with a collection of fearful, pained, furious... and sad eyes. Liquid drips down the colossus, leaking not from wounds. But from the eyes. From each and every eye that dots its body.* "Punishment is due... but they are weak, no longer a threat now that we caught them. Only hooks and light..." *The remains of a oversized thumb moves over to hold the Wolfs' beak shut, letting the titan reach to gently pet cereal anomaly with the burnt manikin arm. Its' wood-like joints creaking terribly as Patch pushes through the pain to try and console their friend.* "We are okay... Friend Ceni."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*the petting causes the beast to cease its movements, echoes of gears that weren’t there before audible through its exoskeleton*

You’re sure..?

*it panics a little, curling its body up so any potential light would be blocked from reaching the injured titan*

I don’t want to leave you in danger, Patch, what if you get hurt again-? What if I can’t save you? What if it attacks the Modlings? What if- what if-

*the creature seems to be experiencing some sort of anxiety spiral. That’s new… normally it stays in control when afraid.*

-ACA

[skin-anon]

"Ceni... Friend Ceni..." *The manikin arm continues to, as softly as it can. Brush against Cereal anomalys' back. Patch speaks softly, barely paying attention to Wolf as it squirms in their grip.* "I'll be okay... I just need to heal. He only got the jump on Cheeky because she didn't know... and how could she know? I should've warned them..." *Weakly, softly. The injured titan did their best to pull the friend into a hug with its free arm. Resting what remains of its half melted head onto Ceni. Not resting all of its weight, just some of it. Their tears just keep falling...* "He only got the jump on me... because I assumed he couldn't find this place... I will not let him hurt anyone else." *The oversized arm shakes, the prisoner in its grip was squeezed. Not enough to break anything, not loudly at least. Just enough force to get him to stop squirming.* "The wolf is the only one of my siblings who can hurt me like this... We'll be okay, promise."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

…

*the creature stills, and wraps its coils around the injured titan again. Concern is visible in its eyes, and the beast gently pulls closer, attempting to hug the much larger friend.*

…promise? I- Patch, I can’t do this without you-

*there’s a muffled noise, and something cold drips down its face and mandibles. Tears.*

I don’t think I ever said it out loud, but thank you.

*the amalgam tries its best not to hurt the injured titan, even though it’s shaking slightly now*

Thank you for being my friend.

[skin-anon]

*The body of the titan creaks as it bends down as much it can. To aid their much smaller friend in hugging them. Despite not being able to hug around it completely. The creature could feel the slight shaking. Patch was doing their best not to move, both to not cause itself harm. And not to harm their friend.* "We promise... Friend Ceni, we p-promise." *The eyes that which still could move, watched at the amalgam cried. And cried alongside it.* "And thank you for being our friend." *The titans' body creaks as it settles into place. Using its' remaining arms as best it could to return the hug. They almost didn't want the hug to end.* *The titans' fur, on the bits of the torso not melted or burnt. Were itchy rough, and uncomfortably dense. They gave off very faint heat. Not enough to be called warm, but just enough to notice within the cold basement.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*the critter gently leans its head against the titan’s chest, forelimbs tucked around the injured friend. The quiet rattling of the gearbox that acts as its heart slows a little, the anomaly doing its best to calm down.*

If there’s anything I can do to help fix this, please let me know. I don’t like seeing you in pain like this…

*it glances at the Wolf, antennae flicking back like the ears of an angry cat. Even unspoken, the amalgam clearly hates the thing for hurting Patch.*

[skin-anon]

*Patch quietly rumbled in thought, with the critter resting Its head on their chest. It could better hear the tune. Not from the cylinder, no. A gentle hum echoed within the Titan. Masked by the creaking of their body, and the noises of the basement.* *Not a hum of machinery. A delicately quiet, rasping hum. That fed a bittersweet feeling to those who hear it. A tune to bring comfort, yet sung with great difficulty.* "I appreciate the thought... but... I don't know how you can help, friend. M-maybe if you find sibling Fox?... Don't know if he is even here..." *The prisoner shifts their ears, pointing the jagged things right at the critter. They wiggled tauntingly... at least, that could be why Wolf is wiggling them so much.* "You... could find r-replacement... limbs... Though finding ones my size... I do nn-not know where you'd even look." *The voices shuddered somewhat, unsure if it was wrong to ask for body parts. A painful shuddering breath followed their words. Patch shifts their body this way in that, creaking terribly as it silently ponders something... the eyes all focusing onto the prisoner in their grip.* "... You could... inform our modling friends. Warn them of our... troublesome guest... A-at least tell them not to turn the lights on if they c-come down here."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*the creature nods, hesitantly unraveling itself from the fallen titan.*

I can get you body parts!

*it answers almost before Patch finished saying the question, answering with suspicious amounts of energy.*

They might be a little mechanical, is that alright? I could probably salvage some pieces your size from the Inventor’s failed experiments…

*At the mention of warning the modlings, the amalgam nods, and starts to scuttle up the basement steps. However, it pauses a few steps up.*

I’ll be right back, promise.

[skin-anon]

*The broken tower of a creature does its best to watch the smaller creature scuttle away. Slowly nodding the remaining lower half of its head.* "... T-thank you... Friend, Ceni... Any... b-body part my size is fine... I'll make... adjustments if I must. I-I'll require... a lot of legs... I'm very heavy." *Patch doesn't move their body, beyond tightening their grip of Wolf when he tries to wiggle free again... There is no verbal response to the promise. Just a nod from a friend who believes it.* *A small air of worry washes over the Titen as friend Ceni leaves the basement... If Wolf is here. Could more of its siblings be here?*

[skin-anon]

The fight

*The light bathed Patch, who swings wildly into the light. Boxes easily crushed under feet. Stored furniture torn asunder by a large blade. Walls battered by pain fueled punches and swipes.* "Interesting place. Weird place, sunless sky. people who act like friends. Feels familiar, don't it?" *Swiping a claw-like hand outwards towards the voice, all Patch managed to catch was a taunting cackle.* "A misfit group of strange creatures, ah I remember it like it was yesterday..." *Clutching what Patch thinks was its flail, it swings it forth in blind rage. Smashing a bit of the ground... And the wolf. The titan yanks the item in its hand back. The flooding light dims as the wolf falls from the indent on the wall, before rising to its feet. Bits of fur missing as more hooks emerge from its body. Appearing where its ribs once were.* "Why are you treating these ones like they are different? When you used the rest for parts." *The creatures stare at one another, one barely visible in the blinding light its insides produce. The other weakened and slowly burning away within the others' light.* "... You aren't made for making friends. You know this." *Wolf awaits a response, but with a click of a tongue. It just cackled quietly under its breath.* "Burnt into the throat did I?... Is that really why you aren't saying anything to me?" *More silence. The wolf watches Patch. Slowly circling them with a limp. Both mangled, one by just a single blow. The other overtime by a unblock-able presence. Their fight isn't long. It won't last much longer, the two continue to stare at one another. Daring the other to move... the wolf dims the light ever slightly more.* "Boss said to reclaim you... don't think he'll want you de-!" *Seizing the chance before the wolf could brighten the room once more. The badly melted abomination pounced, clutching the smaller entity in what remains of its oversized hand, ignoring the hooks that stab through its flesh. Patch uses the few workable fingers of its smaller hand to gently pinch the beak shut. Dramatically dimming the room down to a comfortable darkness for itself.* *It didn't last long, maybe an hour at most. But the fight was over, the noise was gone. The shaking calm. What happened in the basement of the headquarters was over... Patch struggles to breath as it stays there. Half collapsed with its hostage in hand.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*it’s not long before another sound is heard. Scuttling echoes down the stairs, interrupted by a shocked squeak*

Friend Patch?

*the creature comes closer, circling Patch as if attempting to curl up around them. It pauses, and ever so gently wraps its forelimbs around the titan.*

What happened to you…?

*the smaller entity tries its best to provide some form of comfort, forelimbs in a hug and secondary legs gently poking around to try and find any other unseen injuries.*

No, no, no, don’t be dead. Don’t die on me, I can’t lose you. Please…

[skin-anon]

*Patch stays in place, music cylinder. Once playing a full tune, was reduced to occasionally plucking a single note. The titan gently leans towards the smaller entity. Doing its best not to collapse onto them. Their single wing was on the ground, more a pile of melted flesh than a wing. Their mantis-claw was stuck, stabbed into a wall. Having be torn off when the joint connecting it to the main body was weakened.* *Where there were once multiple legs, there appeared only two. As a silhouette, one could mistake Patch for a human. The other legs, that were lost in the scuffle. Lay on the basement floor, the most intact one had its' bark appear 'flaky'. The least intact one... was just the stump of a foot, buried in the melted remains of its leg. "I... hurt... but alive..." *The weak voice softly says as eyes, not as many as there were before. Slowly opened up from within the cracks, seams, and wounds that plagued its' body.* "Bearer of light... happened... one who attacked Cheeky." *Lowering its arms, slowly. It rests the mushy, mostly melted limbs against the ground, giving Ceni a easier sight of the creature held prisoner by them.*

"Wolf... Younger sibling, Tracker..." *Said Wolf squirms in Patchs' grip. Hooks piercing flesh, tearing through the melted hand like butter. But getting stuck after the fact.* *The Floor of the basement was flooded in Patchs' blood. A liquid darker than the darkness that filled the room. It did not stick, it only flowed.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*as soon as it sees the Wolf in Patch’s grasp, rage floods its dark eyes, and the anomaly pounces, serrated forelimbs at their throat*

You.

*the rest of the creature’s body unravels from around Patch, moving to help pin down the Wolf. Fury is clear in each movement it makes, and it’s clearer than ever that the beast was a monster of war. Mandibles click just above the hostage’s head, a quiet threat.*

Hurt Cheeky. Hurt Patch. I will make sure you never hurt anyone ever again.

*there’s a new sound, underneath its usual clicks, almost like machinery. A pure hatred that belongs in the flames of the primordial flickers in its eyes.*

[skin-anon]

*It is unclear what emotion the Wolf had in face of the beasts' fury, due to not having any visible eyes. But still, they stiffen every limb, ceases moving their hooks...* "N-not here, not yet Please. Light within them, may bleed out... not yet." *The voices croaked as Patch watches both their friend and their enemy... with a collection of fearful, pained, furious... and sad eyes. Liquid drips down the colossus, leaking not from wounds. But from the eyes. From each and every eye that dots its body.* "Punishment is due... but they are weak, no longer a threat now that we caught them. Only hooks and light..." *The remains of a oversized thumb moves over to hold the Wolfs' beak shut, letting the titan reach to gently pet cereal anomaly with the burnt manikin arm. Its' wood-like joints creaking terribly as Patch pushes through the pain to try and console their friend.* "We are okay... Friend Ceni."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*the petting causes the beast to cease its movements, echoes of gears that weren’t there before audible through its exoskeleton*

You’re sure..?

*it panics a little, curling its body up so any potential light would be blocked from reaching the injured titan*

I don’t want to leave you in danger, Patch, what if you get hurt again-? What if I can’t save you? What if it attacks the Modlings? What if- what if-

*the creature seems to be experiencing some sort of anxiety spiral. That’s new… normally it stays in control when afraid.*

-ACA

[skin-anon]

"Ceni... Friend Ceni..." *The manikin arm continues to, as softly as it can. Brush against Cereal anomalys' back. Patch speaks softly, barely paying attention to Wolf as it squirms in their grip.* "I'll be okay... I just need to heal. He only got the jump on Cheeky because she didn't know... and how could she know? I should've warned them..." *Weakly, softly. The injured titan did their best to pull the friend into a hug with its free arm. Resting what remains of its half melted head onto Ceni. Not resting all of its weight, just some of it. Their tears just keep falling...* "He only got the jump on me... because I assumed he couldn't find this place... I will not let him hurt anyone else." *The oversized arm shakes, the prisoner in its grip was squeezed. Not enough to break anything, not loudly at least. Just enough force to get him to stop squirming.* "The wolf is the only one of my siblings who can hurt me like this... We'll be okay, promise."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

…

*the creature stills, and wraps its coils around the injured titan again. Concern is visible in its eyes, and the beast gently pulls closer, attempting to hug the much larger friend.*

…promise? I- Patch, I can’t do this without you-

*there’s a muffled noise, and something cold drips down its face and mandibles. Tears.*

I don’t think I ever said it out loud, but thank you.

*the amalgam tries its best not to hurt the injured titan, even though it’s shaking slightly now*

Thank you for being my friend.

[skin-anon]

*The body of the titan creaks as it bends down as much it can. To aid their much smaller friend in hugging them. Despite not being able to hug around it completely. The creature could feel the slight shaking. Patch was doing their best not to move, both to not cause itself harm. And not to harm their friend.* "We promise... Friend Ceni, we p-promise." *The eyes that which still could move, watched at the amalgam cried. And cried alongside it.* "And thank you for being our friend." *The titans' body creaks as it settles into place. Using its' remaining arms as best it could to return the hug. They almost didn't want the hug to end.* *The titans' fur, on the bits of the torso not melted or burnt. Were itchy rough, and uncomfortably dense. They gave off very faint heat. Not enough to be called warm, but just enough to notice within the cold basement.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*the critter gently leans its head against the titan’s chest, forelimbs tucked around the injured friend. The quiet rattling of the gearbox that acts as its heart slows a little, the anomaly doing its best to calm down.*

If there’s anything I can do to help fix this, please let me know. I don’t like seeing you in pain like this…

*it glances at the Wolf, antennae flicking back like the ears of an angry cat. Even unspoken, the amalgam clearly hates the thing for hurting Patch.*

[skin-anon]

*Patch quietly rumbled in thought, with the critter resting Its head on their chest. It could better hear the tune. Not from the cylinder, no. A gentle hum echoed within the Titan. Masked by the creaking of their body, and the noises of the basement.* *Not a hum of machinery. A delicately quiet, rasping hum. That fed a bittersweet feeling to those who hear it. A tune to bring comfort, yet sung with great difficulty.* "I appreciate the thought... but... I don't know how you can help, friend. M-maybe if you find sibling Fox?... Don't know if he is even here..." *The prisoner shifts their ears, pointing the jagged things right at the critter. They wiggled tauntingly... at least, that could be why Wolf is wiggling them so much.* "You... could find r-replacement... limbs... Though finding ones my size... I do nn-not know where you'd even look." *The voices shuddered somewhat, unsure if it was wrong to ask for body parts. A painful shuddering breath followed their words. Patch shifts their body this way in that, creaking terribly as it silently ponders something... the eyes all focusing onto the prisoner in their grip.* "... You could... inform our modling friends. Warn them of our... troublesome guest... A-at least tell them not to turn the lights on if they c-come down here."

[skin-anon]

seeing the recent stuff, got me thinkin.

would cereal x patch be called lost and found or would it be eldritch buddies?

I for one love Eldritch Buddies! Though, I think it'd fit better as Dove x Cereal x Patch type of ship for that name. Platonic if you ask me. Lost and Found sounds like a nice ship name. I honestly can't think of a ship name to save my life.

[skin-anon]

The fight

*The light bathed Patch, who swings wildly into the light. Boxes easily crushed under feet. Stored furniture torn asunder by a large blade. Walls battered by pain fueled punches and swipes.* "Interesting place. Weird place, sunless sky. people who act like friends. Feels familiar, don't it?" *Swiping a claw-like hand outwards towards the voice, all Patch managed to catch was a taunting cackle.* "A misfit group of strange creatures, ah I remember it like it was yesterday..." *Clutching what Patch thinks was its flail, it swings it forth in blind rage. Smashing a bit of the ground... And the wolf. The titan yanks the item in its hand back. The flooding light dims as the wolf falls from the indent on the wall, before rising to its feet. Bits of fur missing as more hooks emerge from its body. Appearing where its ribs once were.* "Why are you treating these ones like they are different? When you used the rest for parts." *The creatures stare at one another, one barely visible in the blinding light its insides produce. The other weakened and slowly burning away within the others' light.* "... You aren't made for making friends. You know this." *Wolf awaits a response, but with a click of a tongue. It just cackled quietly under its breath.* "Burnt into the throat did I?... Is that really why you aren't saying anything to me?" *More silence. The wolf watches Patch. Slowly circling them with a limp. Both mangled, one by just a single blow. The other overtime by a unblock-able presence. Their fight isn't long. It won't last much longer, the two continue to stare at one another. Daring the other to move... the wolf dims the light ever slightly more.* "Boss said to reclaim you... don't think he'll want you de-!" *Seizing the chance before the wolf could brighten the room once more. The badly melted abomination pounced, clutching the smaller entity in what remains of its oversized hand, ignoring the hooks that stab through its flesh. Patch uses the few workable fingers of its smaller hand to gently pinch the beak shut. Dramatically dimming the room down to a comfortable darkness for itself.* *It didn't last long, maybe an hour at most. But the fight was over, the noise was gone. The shaking calm. What happened in the basement of the headquarters was over... Patch struggles to breath as it stays there. Half collapsed with its hostage in hand.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*it’s not long before another sound is heard. Scuttling echoes down the stairs, interrupted by a shocked squeak*

Friend Patch?

*the creature comes closer, circling Patch as if attempting to curl up around them. It pauses, and ever so gently wraps its forelimbs around the titan.*

What happened to you…?

*the smaller entity tries its best to provide some form of comfort, forelimbs in a hug and secondary legs gently poking around to try and find any other unseen injuries.*

No, no, no, don’t be dead. Don’t die on me, I can’t lose you. Please…

[skin-anon]

*Patch stays in place, music cylinder. Once playing a full tune, was reduced to occasionally plucking a single note. The titan gently leans towards the smaller entity. Doing its best not to collapse onto them. Their single wing was on the ground, more a pile of melted flesh than a wing. Their mantis-claw was stuck, stabbed into a wall. Having be torn off when the joint connecting it to the main body was weakened.* *Where there were once multiple legs, there appeared only two. As a silhouette, one could mistake Patch for a human. The other legs, that were lost in the scuffle. Lay on the basement floor, the most intact one had its' bark appear 'flaky'. The least intact one... was just the stump of a foot, buried in the melted remains of its leg. "I... hurt... but alive..." *The weak voice softly says as eyes, not as many as there were before. Slowly opened up from within the cracks, seams, and wounds that plagued its' body.* "Bearer of light... happened... one who attacked Cheeky." *Lowering its arms, slowly. It rests the mushy, mostly melted limbs against the ground, giving Ceni a easier sight of the creature held prisoner by them.*

"Wolf... Younger sibling, Tracker..." *Said Wolf squirms in Patchs' grip. Hooks piercing flesh, tearing through the melted hand like butter. But getting stuck after the fact.* *The Floor of the basement was flooded in Patchs' blood. A liquid darker than the darkness that filled the room. It did not stick, it only flowed.*

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*as soon as it sees the Wolf in Patch’s grasp, rage floods its dark eyes, and the anomaly pounces, serrated forelimbs at their throat*

You.

*the rest of the creature’s body unravels from around Patch, moving to help pin down the Wolf. Fury is clear in each movement it makes, and it’s clearer than ever that the beast was a monster of war. Mandibles click just above the hostage’s head, a quiet threat.*

Hurt Cheeky. Hurt Patch. I will make sure you never hurt anyone ever again.

*there’s a new sound, underneath its usual clicks, almost like machinery. A pure hatred that belongs in the flames of the primordial flickers in its eyes.*

[skin-anon]

*It is unclear what emotion the Wolf had in face of the beasts' fury, due to not having any visible eyes. But still, they stiffen every limb, ceases moving their hooks...* "N-not here, not yet Please. Light within them, may bleed out... not yet." *The voices croaked as Patch watches both their friend and their enemy... with a collection of fearful, pained, furious... and sad eyes. Liquid drips down the colossus, leaking not from wounds. But from the eyes. From each and every eye that dots its body.* "Punishment is due... but they are weak, no longer a threat now that we caught them. Only hooks and light..." *The remains of a oversized thumb moves over to hold the Wolfs' beak shut, letting the titan reach to gently pet cereal anomaly with the burnt manikin arm. Its' wood-like joints creaking terribly as Patch pushes through the pain to try and console their friend.* "We are okay... Friend Ceni."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

*the petting causes the beast to cease its movements, echoes of gears that weren’t there before audible through its exoskeleton*

You’re sure..?

*it panics a little, curling its body up so any potential light would be blocked from reaching the injured titan*

I don’t want to leave you in danger, Patch, what if you get hurt again-? What if I can’t save you? What if it attacks the Modlings? What if- what if-

*the creature seems to be experiencing some sort of anxiety spiral. That’s new… normally it stays in control when afraid.*

-ACA

[skin-anon]

"Ceni... Friend Ceni..." *The manikin arm continues to, as softly as it can. Brush against Cereal anomalys' back. Patch speaks softly, barely paying attention to Wolf as it squirms in their grip.* "I'll be okay... I just need to heal. He only got the jump on Cheeky because she didn't know... and how could she know? I should've warned them..." *Weakly, softly. The injured titan did their best to pull the friend into a hug with its free arm. Resting what remains of its half melted head onto Ceni. Not resting all of its weight, just some of it. Their tears just keep falling...* "He only got the jump on me... because I assumed he couldn't find this place... I will not let him hurt anyone else." *The oversized arm shakes, the prisoner in its grip was squeezed. Not enough to break anything, not loudly at least. Just enough force to get him to stop squirming.* "The wolf is the only one of my siblings who can hurt me like this... We'll be okay, promise."

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

…

*the creature stills, and wraps its coils around the injured titan again. Concern is visible in its eyes, and the beast gently pulls closer, attempting to hug the much larger friend.*

…promise? I- Patch, I can’t do this without you-

*there’s a muffled noise, and something cold drips down its face and mandibles. Tears.*

I don’t think I ever said it out loud, but thank you.

*the amalgam tries its best not to hurt the injured titan, even though it’s shaking slightly now*

Thank you for being my friend.

[skin-anon]

*The body of the titan creaks as it bends down as much it can. To aid their much smaller friend in hugging them. Despite not being able to hug around it completely. The creature could feel the slight shaking. Patch was doing their best not to move, both to not cause itself harm. And not to harm their friend.* "We promise... Friend Ceni, we p-promise." *The eyes that which still could move, watched at the amalgam cried. And cried alongside it.* "And thank you for being our friend." *The titans' body creaks as it settles into place. Using its' remaining arms as best it could to return the hug. They almost didn't want the hug to end.* *The titans' fur, on the bits of the torso not melted or burnt. Were itchy rough, and uncomfortably dense. They gave off very faint heat. Not enough to be called warm, but just enough to notice within the cold basement.*

[dandysworldhcs]

ANNUAL ANON EXECUTION

almost forgot to do this heh

the vote

whatnot anon

anomaly cereal anon

star!time anon

Voting ended onJul 31, 2025

[dandysworldhcs]

byeeeee startime anon!!!

-🤍

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

I MISSED THIS BUT WHY WAS I ALMOST EXECUTED

[dandysworldhcs]

Why wouldnt u be, skin anon was as well, do u not wish to join the other Eldritch?

-Jules

[anomaly-cereal-anon]

okay if skin anon goes i go, i wish to remain with friend patch

[skin-anon]

awww, thank you!