requested: Can I ask for Bloo scenario where he had give argument with his gf and in the end he said really hurtful things? And he had second argument with Nafla because he is her best friend and he is pissed off that Bloo hurt her this much. Bloo knows it all and feels really guilty but has no courage to co to see her because he knows that he disappointed her and lost her trust. Angsty please? ♡♡♡
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WARNING: contains suicide attempt; really intense, not good if you are too sensitive (I ain’t and I felt really sad reading); has a happy ending tho lol
Surprising your boyfriend at the studio was something you loved to make. You called your best friend Nafla and planned on going that day. “I’m almost there, make sure he won’t go out huh” you sent na audio to Nafla. It’s been a while since you saw Bloo, his routine just don’t match with your life and his drunk crisis only make you want to be as closer as you could
Hyeungwoon was getting worse with the drinking and smoking thing. Everyone was aware that he could have a crisis anytime. His internal wars were overcoming his mind and it was has so hard to accept this, so you tried of just receiving messages and calls “Can you pick up your boyfriend here, our bar is closing and you were the emergency number” or “Y/N he’s crying and breaking everything” coming from your friends. Of course you’d cry your soul before going, having him hugging you or just ignoring you and getting in the car, you knew you were the one who could help him.
His mother loved you because of this. Sometimes she’d call you to ask if he was fine, or only to chat “Oh little girl I’m just bored and now that my son is working hard I can’t see him all the time, but I know he’s in good hands” she’d say. You really loved how grateful she was and didn’t want to disappoint her in any way.
Knocking the door you heard Nafla’s voice “coming” and you adjusted yourself. “Hey!” he said, “Bloo’s with his earphones, come in” he said and you walked in. Seeing him so focused on something made you happy for a moment, “He’s a little angry because he can’t get the right beat, so watch out” Loopy warned and you thought for a moment. He’d either be super cute with you and just hug and chill of a bit or he’d just be like go away I didn’t invite you to this party.
At this point you can imagine which one happened right? You put your hand on his shoulder and he looked serious, “What are you doing here? I don’t remember calling you” he said, and when you were analyzing the table, there it was, the fucking hennessy bottle, “Baby I just wanted to surprise you, we hadn’t met for so long I just thought you missed me” you said, already feeling regretful, “But I don’t, I’m just focused on my fucking work and you should be on yours” he replied, “I see, i just wanted to have a moment with you baby, what’s happening”, you said trying to hug him, “Don’t do it! I am fucking busy to fuck you I don’t want to kiss you, you acting like a fucking whore needing money, let me be focused, step the fuck out Y/N”.
Those words really hurt you. Comparing you to a whore, not wanting to be with you, you knew he was out of his normal state but you had feelings. With teary eyes you started opening your heart, “Ok Hyeunwoong, I’m out, but I won’t come back, I swear to god I’m really full of this mistreatments you’ve been doing with me, I just want to be with you, as your fucking girlfriend and what do I get in return? Bullshit! I am tired of giving you my all and receiving not even half of yours. I just miss the old Bloo, who loved when I surprised him at the studio, that now would have been kissing me and just saying some love words in my ear, that actually loved me, but you? You don’t even love yourself anymore, If you gave yourself for granted i’m sorry but I didn’t, and I tried to save you, and take care of you, and just be a fucking good girl to you” you stopped to breath as tears ran out, “I fucking handled betrayals, I handled you going out with models when I was at your home, I cleaned all you dirty, all the shit you broke, all the bad things you said in public, I was always by your side, on happiness and on sadness, but I’m tired of doing anything and everything to you and don’t having the return I need to receive, if you don’t want me anymore, say it!” you ended sobbing, “I don’t want you, I’m done with you” he said drinking lots of the liquid, “I am done with myself, go away you don’t fucking deserve me” that was the only thing Bloo said before you left crying your ass off.
You didn’t know what to do, you were so lost and you didn’t really want to be found at that moment. All you did was get home and cry, cry until you slept, wishing all this was only some joke and nothing had really happened.
The next day was rough. You looked like you were ran over, your puffy face had you scared of yourself. 10 missed calls from Nafla. You called him back, “Can I drop by?” he said, “I look like shit” you answered and he giggled, “We need to talk, I had na argument with him after you got out” Nafla never really argues with him so you realized how intense the previous day had been, “Are you two fine?” you asked, “Can I drop by and we chat?” he insisted, “Fine, but please don’t mind my face” you joked. A quick shower was enough to prepare you for this day. Putting some old t’s you just waited Nafla so you could finally talk about this.
But you didn’t imagine what actually happened. You heard the door and went open it, being surprised by both Nafla and Bloo waiting. You didn’t want to see him, and your best friend knew it. “Go out, i don’t want to chat with you now” you simply said, “Babe” Bloo said, “Don’t fucking call me babe Hyeungwoong, don’t” you answered, “Why did you do this Nicholas? I told you I didn’t want to, I wanted to talk with you, not with him”. Man you were just shocked that nick did that, “Y/N let me in, please” Bloo really seemed regretful, but you couldn’t handle his bad behavior, so no third chances, “I can’t Daniel, I’m really pissed, like I just didn’t know you could remain in a relationship without the love, like for real, if you didn’t love me, why did you keep it?” you knew you were starting a conversation but you really needed those answers, “Can I please come in? Nicholas will stay, please hear me” he begged, “I really didn’t mean to say any of that shit I said, I fucked up, you didn’t deserve to listen those words but I was way too drunk and I didn’t even remember everything I say, but he recorded to show me and man, I don’t believe I said that to the love of my life”.
You didn’t know if you let him in or just shut the door, you were lost. “Dani, I really don’t believe your words, I’m sorry. Even if you didn’t mean to say that, no one says without thinking, even if you didn’t think at that moment. The words you said really hurt me, and I think you understand this time that my mind is demanding, like, I heard all those things come from the person I trusted the most and to me it doesn’t matter if it was the drunk you or the normal one, I just wanted to say that I might accept your apologize one day, but I feel disgusted to talk to you. Man you harmed me with words, you almost slapped me, you threw empty bottle on the wall, how can I live with someone that acts like this?” you said with tears starting to roll, “I don’t deserve to live with someone that doesn’t help and don’t treat himself, I helped you with so much stuff, you just didn’t help yourself, and that’s the problem, you don’t love yourself anymore but I do love you, and I love myself more, so i need to preserve my sanity, those words? If you want I’ll forget them now, but you’ll go with them, I’m sorry” you said and closed the door.
Daniel called you a few times before realizing it was reasonless to make it. He was crying so bad he got home and just sobbed. He really didn’t believe he had lost the most precious thing in this world and he just couldn’t accept he was the reason. Bloo started drinking more and more until he started recording you an audio:
“Y/N, you’re the reason I am still in this world. It’s meaningless for me to live here without you, wake up without your kiss, go out without my hands around you waist. But I know I really fucked up, and I don’t know how those words came out of my mouth, i love you so much i don’t know how to show you those were only lies. I can’t help but understand your reasons to stand away and want to breakup but there’s no reason I stay here anymore. I don’t want to do music, I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to live, and you knew this, and helped me carry on. And now that I lost you, what more reasons do I have to keep on? My mom? I only lived for both of you, but I can’t do it anymore, I’m just tired of being the one who fucks everything up, that messes up and doesn’t even remember the next day, the one that breaks things, screams, that gives fear, I’m not like that. I’m not this monster I became, and there’s no way I can get back to how I was, I’m so done, I love you, we’ll meet again or not, because na angel like you won’t go to the same place I’ll be, but I’ll handle this, this is my fate, I’ll miss you”
He drank a few more shots before taking some pills for sleeping. He really hoped he didn’t wake up, but, for no reason known, he did. And he was so afraid of living.
When you woke up, that audio was there. Listening all of that made you burst into the most painful tears of your life. You called Nicholas, that was the one who found Bloo crying on his apartment, where you were heading as fast as you could, not to forgive him, but at that moment it didn’t matter if the two of you were together or not, you just couldn’t live with the weight of being the cause of someone’s suicide attempt, it just made you feel really bad.
All this looked like psychological pressure, you felt like you were now being obligated to go back to him, and you didn’t feel like doing that, but you would help him as much as you could, as a friend, or simply as a person.
When you got to his apartment, you found pills all over the floor and Nicholas crying with Daniel. You rushed to hug him, “Don’t do this to me, you didn’t lose me, I’m here as a friend, we just didn’t match for love, or maybe we did at the wrong moment, but I would never leave you like this, Don’t ever try this again daniel, that audio hurt me as much as those awful words you said that day, don’t give up on life so easily my love, we live in such a good world, we have so many things to do, your mom is here for you as well as me and your friends. If you need something please call me, but don’t go, I’ll miss you more than I would miss anyone other than my parents, I have already lost someone and I won’t loose you!” you said brushing you hands through his hair, kissing his forehead every three words, trying to calm him down. This day would probably be nominated as the worst day of your life. From that day on, you called him and spent more time with him than when you two were dating, and he didn’t even try to make you his girl again, he knew you were his most precious and it didn’t matter the status, he was just yours truly.
You were bright, and incredibly smart – that was evident from the amount of work you’d done whilst completing your Masters, and while the two of you were in a strange and stagnant relationship, he still didn’t know where he stood with you.
There was no doubt that there was chemistry between you – you could see it in the looks you gave one another and the way you both behaved when near each other, and though it hadn’t gone further than the occasional holding of hands and sneaky smiles, Bloo knew he was in too deep.
‘Let’s toast to my baby cousin finishing her last paper of the year!’ Nicholas cheered proudly from the head of the table, the food forgotten as everyone cheered to your success. Bloo raised his glass of Henny on the rocks, watching as you blushed, paying him no mind.
He remembered when you’d arrived in Seoul. He’d been with Nicholas when they’d collected you from the airport and he’d offered you a shy greeting. You were someone Nic had praised highly; you were the girl he’d grown up with and while not blood-related, to you and everyone else, you and Nic were family. You were someone important to Nic, and despite you also having lived in L.A. while MKIT was there, you and Bloo hadn’t managed to cross paths until the moment you’d passed through the arrival gate at Incheon.
You’d smiled so brightly at him, hugging him tight in greeting – it was hard to forget the feeling of your warmth, so much so that he often made excuses to visit the apartment you shared with Nic to the point where he’d practically moved in.
Still.
He didn’t know how to handle you.
Or more so, how to handle the fact that you were too good for him – and that wasn’t just his own belief. Owen had told him many times that you were caviar while he was canned tuna in comparison.
Glancing over at you as you happily talked with Jinyoung, he couldn’t help the flooding of emotions that hit him. He loved you. He knew he did, but the feeling was bittersweet when he felt as if he didn’t deserve you.
With that thought, Bloo threw back the rest of his drink before pouring another.
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You grunted as you helped Daniel step into the apartment you shared with Nic, your hand tightly locked with his as you led him towards the guest bedroom, ‘Why’d you drink so much, idiot?’ you ask him with a huff. His response was to pull you in closer, a drowsy smile on his lips.
After the celebratory dinner the entire group had gone to the clubs to continue the festivities – though it was to celebrate Nicholas’ win, instead. Two birds with one stone, Nicholas had called it. It was only when Daniel had begun to get too drunk that you’d called the evening quits, despite it only being one in the morning.
As soon as you reached the bed, you let Daniel flop onto the mattress much to his surprise; ‘Come on,’ you murmur, ‘You need to get out of these clothes.’
‘It’s fine,’ he tells you with a slur, ‘I can do it,’ he says, attempting to sit up but barely moving an inch before giving up.
You ignored him, shaking your head with a smile as you began unlacing his boots, ‘You’re so drunk,’
‘You’re so pretty,’ he counters tiredly.
You smiled at his compliment while slipping off his shoes, ‘You think so?’
He nodded, his eyes shut as he did so. You turned to place his boots near the door, the smile on your face seemingly permanent. Hearing rustling, you turned to find Daniel had stripped off his belt and jeans and was working on taking off his button-up with very little success.
You wished you could say you were surprised at his stripping but it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in his briefs. You’d learned to not look down any more than necessary despite the temptation.
‘What’chu looking at?’ he asks with a smirk and half-opened eyes, his hands paused on the first button he was trying to undo.
You rolled your eyes and helped him unbutton his shirt, revealing his singlet underneath, ‘You’re not shy, huh?’
‘Not in front of you,’ he admits as he falls back into the bed after you lightly pushed him.
You didn’t know how to handle Daniel. There was more to him than you were prepared for. His alter ego terrified you – Bad Boy Bloo had an image that you found hard to keep up with and you were afraid you’d get hurt in the process of loving him. That barrier of uncertainty stopped you from pursuing more than the longing looks and touches you shared.
‘Aigoo,’ you murmur, running your hand through his hair lovingly as he lay in the bed, seemingly passed-out, ‘What do I do with you, hm?’
After placing a bottle of water and a packet of pain-killers next to his bed, you left the room, sneaking one more longing glance over your shoulder before closing the door.
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Bloo tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable despite the amount of alcohol he’d consumed – usually he could lay on top of rocks and sleep like a baby after the amount he’d had tonight; but something about being alone in the apartment with you only two doors down, now had him wide awake in realization.
The room spun as he sat up groggily, looking over at the alarm clock that read 4:07am. He’d passed out, the last thing he remembered was your hands in his hair. Groaning, he shifted so that his feet were pressed firmly to the wooden floor boards before he pushed himself off the bed and stood with determination.
It was now or never. If he didn’t go see you now, he never would.
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The light rapping on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep with Daniel’s compliment running through your head on replay. It was funny how something so small from his lips could give you this type of feeling.
The door cracked up an inch after you failed to reply, and Daniel’s voice whispered into the room, ‘Are you awake?’
‘I am. But why are you?’ you whisper back in confusion – you were sure that he would have been knocked out until sunrise. You’d watched him down five shots of whiskey as soon as you’d entered the club. That alone should have kept him down for the night.
‘I…Can I come in?’ he asks hesitantly, the slur still noticeable in his tone, though this time less prominent.
‘Okay,’ you answer nervously, watching him approach, your eyes adjusting to the dark. Daniel crawled onto the bed until he was laying on his back beside you, a gap between you so that you weren’t touching.
‘You couldn’t sleep?’ he asks awkwardly, ‘Something on your mind?’
‘Something like that,’ you admit, closing your eyes and attempting to calm your heart. You were sure he could hear it pounding in your chest.
‘You’re caviar,’ Daniel tells you after a moment of silence, finding his courage thanks to the room being dark and you being unable to see his blushing cheeks.
‘Are you still drunk?’ you ask him, rolling to face him, a smile on your lips as you rested your cheek on the back of your hand.
‘No…Maybe,’ Daniel says quietly as he too rolled to face you. You could make out the lining of his face in the dark as he copied your position.
‘Why am I caviar?’ you ask him, your lips twitching at the comparison.
‘Because you’re special,’ he admits in a whisper that screamed volumes to you.
‘If I’m caviar, what do you think you are?’
‘Canned tuna.’
You let out a giggle, your arm reaching over to pet his shoulder in comfort, ‘You’re not canned tuna, Daniel. Why would you think that?’
Bloo focused on the way you gently tapped at his arm before answering hesitantly, ‘Because I’m not good enough to be with you…you’re on a whole other level.’
The sincerity in his voice had you pause for a moment before you continued to stroke at his arm, ‘I don’t think you’re canned tuna. I think you’re like aged whiskey. The expensive kind,’ you add.
Daniel shuffled closer to you so that you were inches apart. You stopped petting him and let your arm rest loosely near his shoulder; ‘Why?’
‘Because I’m always hesitant to drink it. I’m scared of the burn it’ll leave in my throat.’
‘The older it is, the smoother it goes down,’ he comments, confused. You had called him aged whiskey.
‘Yeah, but you only find that out after you’ve taken a sip,’ you remind him, hoping he got the hidden meaning behind your words.
You were hesitant of starting a relationship with him because of your preconceived idea of what could happen if you got too close to him, while he thought he didn’t match up to you as an individual.
‘Looks like we’re both scared,’ Daniel whispers a moment later, his hand moving to brush your cheek lightly before coming to a rest on your neck. You closed your eyes at the touch and nodded in agreement; so it seemed.
The bed shifted beneath you as Daniel moved closer so that you were pressed against one another, his thumb stroking at your jaw as he asked, ‘Can I…’
You beat him to the punch-line by moving your face closer until your lips were pressed against his, your arm tightening around him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against your lips playfully. He tasted like Hennessy and cigarettes, a combination foreign and yet so familiar to you. Daniel pulled back a moment later, pressing his lips to your forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose before pecking your lips again, ‘You weren’t so hesitant then.’
You pressed your face into his chest while he encircled you with his arms and held you tight, ‘I don’t want to hold back anymore.’
With his lips pressed to the top of your head, Daniel agreed, ‘Me neither.’
‘I don’t think I’m too good for you,’ you say into his chest tiredly, ‘So you shouldn’t either.’
Daniel’s response was to caress the back of your head, petting at your hair, ‘And I won’t do anything to hurt you,’ he says moments later, ‘Not like all the other cheap whiskey out there.’
You smiled and let out a slight laugh before tiredly answering, ‘Sounds good to me.’
With a few more loving whispers to one another, your eyelids became heavy and your eyes shut tight whilst the smile on your lips remained. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was Daniel’s quiet promise, ‘I’ll love you even after you’ve sipped the last drop I have to offer.’
Request : A scenario with Bloo on insta live with his girlfriend
His soft chuckles came from the other side of the room, his fingers gripping onto a can of beer as he tipped it back, the liquid slipping past his plump lips and down his throat. I watched with low eyes as his adams apple bobbed into his swallow. “I’m going live.” He said suddenly, picking up his phone and setting it up on the desk that he sat at, preparing everything before starting his Instagram live. “Sup guys.” He muttered, smiling widely and running a hand through his hair.
It was quiet, soft words coming from Daniel before a laugh would break through, causing me to look up and smile softly. “Have I been okay? Yeah, I’ve been great. Y/N’s been helping me a lot, too.” He glanced back, smiling at me as I sipped the nasty liquid from the can that I held lightly in my palm. “She’s my girlfriend.” My lips pulled into a smile, making him chuckle, and ran a hand through my curls. “Babe, come here.” He stated, making me look at him in question as I slowly rose from my seat on his couch. “They wanna meet you.” His voice was soft, like it normally was when he was speaking to me, as he put his hand out and pulled me to his lap. “Hi Bloo’s followers.” I smiled, eyeing the comments as they blew up with compliments. “Isn’t she the prettiest?” Daniel muttered, resting his chin on my shoulder. “’So cute’ Oh, thank you!” I giggled, reading the comments. “’You’re so gorgeous’ I’m not that pretty, trust me. This is all to makeup, god bless.” “Hey, do you wanna fight?” Daniel grumbled, nipping at my neck. “Don’t call my baby ugly.” I laughed, looking at him with dazzling eyes before leaning forward and pecking his lips. “Okay, I’m sorry.” Looking back to the comments, I scrunched my nose. “I didn’t have time to do my hair before leaving today, so it’s just been sitting on my head in a big puff. And he won’t let me tie it in a bun.” I replied to one of the viewers questions. “It’s because every time I see your hair tied up, I think of when your choking on my di-“ I cute him off with a cough. “Daniel! Stop!” I whined, lightly smacking his arm. “What?” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.
A yawn passed through my lips as I watched the comments pass. It’s been a good hour since Daniel started the live, and though it was fun to talk to his fans, the alcohol was starting to make me tired. “’How old are you?’ I’m two years younger than Daniel.” I spoke softly, sitting up in his lap and stretching. “Okay, she’s tired. I’m going to take her home, so we can go to bed.” Daniel stated, hugging my frame close and burying his nose on my hair. “Goodnight everyone. It was nice talking to you all.” I smiled groggily, waving as he said his ‘goodbye’s, ending it soon after. “Well, that was fun…” He chuckled softly at my tired, tipsy slur of words.
Little note: This was inspired by recent events. If you think I should remove it, please do tell me. I mean absolutely no harm with this.
(Btw, there’s a huge lack of Bloo gifs around x.x)
It was one of those nights for him again. You could feel it as if it were an aura emanating from him and forming a heavy bubble around him.
He was sitting in front of the computer. Leaning forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, he would just scroll through his phone for a while. Slowly, you’d see his expression change. Slowly, his eyes would lose their shine and his shoulders would drop. He’d decide he had had enough and put down his phone, with the screen facing the desk, and just focus on his computer for a bit.
He'd type away, move tracks around, rename things, and delete things. After a bit, he'd sigh, a frustrated sigh, and look at his phone. And there he went again, flipping the phone over, unlocking it and scrolling through the endless sea of criticism and swarms of harsh words. He'd run his fingers through his hair, ruffling it and sometimes lightly tugging at it.
He was sad, frustrated, deprived of the only thing that'd make him forget things for at least one night. You wouldn't let him resort to it and he himself didn't want to do it either. Not when you could see him do it. Not when he knew you'd be disappointed.
You were curled up on the couch behind him. You had been scrolling through your phone but it was long just being held in your hand loosely, the screen already black. After a few sighs, you'd focused all your attention on him. He'd just go back and forward from the computer to his phone and vice versa until he seemed to be too exhausted and collapsed back on his chair.
"Babe..." You called out but he didn't respond. "Babe, come on." You insisted.
He took a little bit to respond but after that he finally turned around in his chair, to face you. Even from a far you could see his eyes sparkle.
You stood up and stepped towards him, taking one of his hands between yours and gently tugging at it.
"Come here." You requested.
He slowly stood up and followed along as you lead him to the couch. As soon as you made him sit and sat down next to him, he slipped into your arms, closing his eyes tightly as he nuzzled his nose onto the crook of your neck. Slowly, you two laid back on the couch and he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You held him tight, tenderly running your fingers through his hair as his frame trembled in your embrace. With his face buried on the crook of your neck, he babbled on and on about what he had done wrong, why he had to go through that, how he wished he was just like any other person.
"It'll be okay, babe. It's okay." You whispered against the top of his head and he snuggled into you further.
You held him close until he calmed down. When you looked down at his face he had fallen asleep, his expression peaceful although his cheeks were tainted of tears.
You pressed your lips to his forehead tenderly, wrapped your arms around him properly so he'd be warm in your embrace and wished with all your will, he'd have good dreams. Eventually, you also fell asleep.
There, laying side by side, your hearts, his bruised and yours pained, beat in perfect synchronization. They slowed down or speed up to match each other as if they could communicate by telepathy. Your only hope was that one day they'd continue beating like that however free of all weights.
Here's the order of all the Friends who turned into Twisteds [+ Twisted Mac and Twisted Bloo lore]
Wilt [He was the first one to become Twisted]
Mr. Herriman
Mac
Bloo
Coco
Eduardo
All the Rares
All the Uncommons
All the Commons
Frankie [The last one to become Twisted]
[Madam Foster was already a Twisted first, but she didn't completely lose her mind during the time Wilt turned into one or something idk]
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And now, the Twisted Mac and Twisted Bloo lore hooray
[TW! DESCRIPTIONS/MENTIONS OF MUTILATION/DEATH/VIOLENCE/ETC!!!]
[THIS IS LOOOOOOONG SO BEWARE!!!]
Madam Foster was curious on the effects of ichor on Creators, [People who had/have I.F's] [And yes i know, Madam Foster is a Creator, but since the effects work differently on her, she wanted to test out on another Creator or idk] so she decided to test it out on Mac, even if it meant taking away his pure mind...
First off, Madam Foster convinced Mac to go investigate alone, [Mac solo run real] then, after Mac has reached a deep floor, [Somewhere between floor 20 - 30] Madam Foster decided to give him a special candy that he should use incase of an emergency. At first Mac was a bit unsure, he knew that Madam was starting to act a bit strange, but overall, he got convinced. [Little did he knew that candy was filled with ichor and sugar...]
Mac eventually got attacked by both Twisted Herriman and Wilt, [Let's remember they were the first ones before Mac to turn Twisted!] due to his injuries, he had to hide in a safe space. In moment of desperation, Mac remembered he had the candy with him, at first, he was a bit hesitant, but his injuries, alongside the desperation he felt had him no choice.
And so, he ate it...
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You shouldn't have done that Mac...
After eating the candy, Mac started feeling very ill, like if the inside of his body was burning. Eventually it gradually increased, the pain became worse, his chest felt like it was burning, his head felt like it was melting, and then, the worse came...
His body started to deform, his legs and arms elongated and started turning into black claws, his mouth and head started bleeding with a black substance, his backpack started forming 4 long thin claws on the inside, his vision was getting blurry, and last, he saw his bracelet fall off despite his blurry vision...
His bracelet... His bracelet was important to him... It did not only held memories... It was special... The half silver heart... The words "Together" on them... The blue color... Blue... Bloo...
Before succumbing to the ichor Mac thought about him, his friend, his creation, his brother...
"I'm sorry Bloo... I'm very sorry..."
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"Bloo..?"
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"Bloo!"
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"BLOO!!!"
"Ah! What the fu-" "Glizzy! What the hell was that for! I was at the best part!"
"Come on get up! It's late!"
"... Fine..!"
A few days have passed since what happened... Everyone has felt unwell since Mac went missing, but no one was a devastated as Bloo...
Mac... Out of everyone... Why him..?
Bloo really had went through a lot since... First, he was left to die, seeing how his supposed Friends favoritised Mac than him. Second, he was treated unfairly by everyone around him, they didn't even gave him time to explain! Third, his creator and best friend was gone... Gone...
He is gone... Is he really gone..? Could he be?!-
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No! He wouldn't! He shouldn't!
And if he doesn't come back! He'll search for him himself! Even if that meant a huge risk!
Everyone had warned him, telling him that it was risky, telling him that he should bring someone else... Why do they suddenly even care anyway...
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[Somewhere between floor 20 - 30...]
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[Ding!]
"Alright! He should be somewhere..."
Bloo started venturing throught the floor, looking for him while screaming his name...
"Mac!!! Maaaaaaaaaac!!!"
He started looking around every single corner, the floor he was in looked like a huge abandoned parking slot or something, there was lots of electricity stuff... Man... No wonder there were blackouts...
Bloo was about to give up, if he couldn't find him on this floor, maybe the next should be his lucky day... Right..?
Well... Yes... But... This isn't the luck he wanted...
[Chuckling]
"Huh?! Who's there?!"
[Chuckling]
"I need to hide! I don't have a good feeling about this!" [whispering]
Bloo eventually hid behind a lot of crates, that chuckling wasn't good, but for some reason, it sounded, familiar..?
He heard footsteps, yep, he cleary wasn't alone... But despite the huge danger he was in, he couldn't help but sneak out a bit and look who was there...
From what he could see were long black limbs with claws, he also had 4 long thin arms hanging from his backpack... And... He had... Short brown hair...
No... No no no no no! It isn't him! It isn't him!
Bloo was shocked, no, this isn't Mac, this isn't Mac! But in a small mistake...
[Crash...]
Bloo looked down to see that his Paddle ball had fallen down... [Welp he's cooked, who's going to his funeral/J]
While he took it up, he also noticed someone was close and staring at him...
He finally looked at his face... His head, nose and eyes were squirming with a black substance and his pupils were wide...
Finally, a word spoke out of the blue blob, it was whisper but you could possibly read it from his mouth...
"Mac..?"
Slowly, Mac started smiling towards Bloo, but it wasn't a normal smile... His smile was deranged and twisted, like if he wanted to kill him... Kill him..?
Bloo was very shocked, he didn't knew what to do, but his head finally reacted and started to run away. He looked behind to see his creator chase him on all fours with his 4 thin hands assisting, which made him faster. [Twisted Mac's chase animation is the same as Twisted Toodles!]
He needed to lose him, he needed to hide somewhere, quickly!-
[Grab]
"ACK! MY TAIL!"
Twisted Mac has catched up to him, and grabbed his shark tail, pulling him towards the ground and pinning him on the floor. [AYO AYO THIS IS NOT THAT HE'S LITERALLY GOING TO KILL HIM/SRS]
There was a moment of silence... Bloo stared with a horrified expression towards his best friend, meanwhile Mac stared at Bloo with the same deranged smile... Then...
[Scratch]
"AHHHHHH!"
[Riiiiip]
"PLEASE! STOP! MAC!"
[Bite... Crunch... Munch...]
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Bloo had slowly started waking up, was this a nightmare..? What did he even do last night..?
Until he noticed that his whole body was starting to hurt badly, he looked down to see that his entire chest was ripped open, and that his legs and tail were fused while also being soaked in a black substance...
He looked in the puddle below him to see his face... His eyes were reddish and his face had a few scratches...
He was confused... He didn't knew what happened... He tried to remember, but nothing couldn't appear. All he could see was a blurry memory of running... Was he running away from someone..? Who..?
Then suddenly he heard something... Like an elevator opening...
He went through where the sound came from, sneaking to see what was it...
...
"Are you sure doing this is a good idea FlyHigh?"
"Glizzy, 4 of us have been missing, we can't just stay quiet!"
"Fine... Just hope they're alright..."
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Bloo saw 8 Friends coming out of the elevator, between all of them, 2 of them were Glizzy and FlyHigh...
Them... Them..? THEM?!
Bloo slowly started getting filled with nothing but rage, after everything, after all the mistreatment, after being seen as nothing more as a pathetic black sheep...
It's time to repay... It's time to snap and make them go through the same pain as you did... Isn't that what you wanted..? Blooregard Q. Kazoo..?
