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[arthyritis]

When being caught by your own place of work wasn’t on your bucket list:

@glass-trash-bab @dtaegis

[kaleidoscopicstatue]

The goobuses!!!!!

@glass-trash-bab

(Requests are closed this was one I got for a trip I was supposed to take today and didn’t go lmao)

[arthyritis]

A/N: he's fine. i think :) i don't have a title or word count for this but it's p short (ahsksjk get it?)

Also angst warning!

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Flashing. Flashing. Flashing.

It was... a lockdown, he was pretty sure, but he was stuck outside of the security room, in the dead quiet with just the red lights whizzing and whirring around and around. Make it stop, stop, stop--

Fuck! All that flashing was enough to give him a migraine; in fact, he was surprised it hadn't already. How long had he been out here like this? Five, ten minutes? God, maybe that time anomaly was acting out again, he couldn't stand that guy, despite how friendly he was.

Okay, focus, P.

He pushed off of the wall and shielded himself against the attack on his eyes, using the base of the wall as a guide for his feet.

Eventually, he came to a turn, but this time a directional static was bombarding his ears. He removed his hand so he could look down the hall, but it was too dark to see anything.

The static sound was coming from straight ahead anyhow, disappearing as soon as he'd peeked his head into the dark hallway. Fancy that.

Either way, the lit, not completely silent hallway was definitely the right choice, right?

He walked forward, and soon the flashing lights were just a memory behind him. However, now the answer came as to why this hallway was buzzing with static sounds and bursting with light.

Monitors.

Tens of them, lined up against the walls playing simple static screens. Static that was screaming at him in the way that made his hearing aids give so much feedback he thought his ears were going to bleed.

So many monitors, so much light, sound. Torture!

He fell to his knees before he could even reach the end of the dead end, covering his ears against the onslaught and, despite not being a praying man, he prayed for the best.

[arthyritis]

A/N: Thinking about Paulie sm lately so I wrote something featuring @glass-trash-bab's little guy too :3 yeah okay Paulie is a little evil but he deserves it ;]

CW: hypnosis

Their breathing was all that was heard in the otherwise silent IRIS building hallways, and no matter how hard they tried to quiet it, nothing worked; they were sure to get caught.

Footsteps a hallway over made their ears perk up. The slow, monotonous clicking of heels that they felt like they should recognise but then again the haze in their mind from before still hadn't quite let up.

Who'd done that, again?

Bab tried to think, before quickly covering their mouth as the footsteps got louder and louder with each passing second.

"Heeeere, puppy. You want to come out and see me, don't you?" came the voice that finally made Bab's brain snap back into action.

Paulie, the security camera guy.

They kept their hands plastered to their mouth as they saw its shadow creep closer and stop. Their life depended on this, it had to. Paulie wasn't exactly known for being kind to other ALTRs.

No matter what he'd shown and told them in the past, its actions today suggested otherwise.

As if on cue, the shadow moved, and disappeared, and there was silence. Bab took their hands down from their face, just in time for a new set to replace them from behind.

They thrashed, clawing and scratching at the hands of their attacker until he began whispering in their ear and caused them to go slack in its grip. Paulie chuckled.

"That's a good dog. You're a very good listener. Why don't you take a nap?"

Bab was frozen, a tranquilizer-like haze taking over their brain once more.

He wouldn't hurt them, they were sure of it. Maybe if they just listened and fell asleep, everything would be fine when they woke up.

Their eyes drifted shut to the feeling of their body being lifted and transported.

[arthyritis]

Silly doodle of P in an outfit meme I’ve been doing on my art blog lol

I don’t usually properly watermark stuff here but with the new ai shit I’m a little worried even if opted out, that’s why it’s so big :/

[arthyritis]

"what, am I not allowed to look at you? with P n whoever :3

"Do you ever grow up, Shells?" P asked, shifting some papers around on its desk.

Shells stuck her tongue out at it and made a teasing little noise, while the recipient of said teasing simply rolled its eyes and made a noise of complaint back.

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

It wasn't even facing her, but it could see her continue sticking her tongue out thanks to its own quirk.

Eventually, Shells stopped and crossed her arms with a pout, "That's kind of mean, Paulie."

P sat back in his chair and rubbed his face and eyes, spots dotting his vision. "I know, I'm sorry. I've just got a lot to deal with right now is all. I shouldn't be taking it out on you, though."

"No, you shouldn't," Shells said, then she smirked. "You know... I could be really petty."

"Oh, I know," P said briefly, and in a blink of his anomalous eye, Shells was next to him, hand covering his neck and holding his hands to his face. He broke free just fast enough to see the mischievous look on her face before she covered both eyes on his face. "What, I'm not allowed to look at you, now?"

Shells' smile grew wider and she giggled. "I think I like you just like this right now, actually." She stuck her tongue back out and this time P could do nothing but sigh, completely unknowing.

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Ghosting

A/N: character death warning by technicality, generally just sad though.

Paulie didn't flinch at the sound of wind that entered his apartment, nor the cold that washed over him as a sign that a ghost was near.

Not just any ghost, his ghost.

He could feel Shells hovering over his shoulder, her hands trailing briefly over his bare skin as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom mirror. The glass reflected his face back to him, eyes rimmed by red and tiredness, but Shells was barely visible behind him, just barely corporeal these days.

"Hi," she spoke quietly, her voice whisking away in the sound of wind she emitted. Staring at Paulie's bared neck and holding him as he leaned over to spit out his toothpaste.

It cupped its hands, filled them with water, and rinsed its mouth out before standing back up to dry off.

Its eyes drifted to Shells' reflection carefully, then down to her hands on it, placing its hands gently on hers. It could feel nothing but its own skin.

"Hello," it said, in a tone just as quiet and gentle. She was suddenly looking older in her reflection, and when it turned to look at her. "It's been a long while since you've come around."

"I'm sorry," came the quick reply.

"Nothing to be sorry for," he responded just as fast, turning to face her. He had to look up even more than he used to, thanks to her floating form, and he smiled fondly.

She didn't smile back.

"You remember I don't have much more time on this plane, don't you?"

Paulie's eyes softened. "I don't forget... but I hoped you would. Just so we could have one more night together without worries."

Shells did smile then, head drifting down to kiss Paulie's hands in silence. "You've grown softer. I missed this side of you, Paul."

"I missed you." Gentle words, gentle hands, gentle eyes.

The ghost's hair floated around like they were surrounded by a giant pool of water together, and neither could even pretend like breathing was the first thing on their minds. She lifted her head back up, eyes meeting his. "I loved you. A lot, Paul."

"You know I can't--"

"I know. But that doesn't take away my truth. You grew up as my brother, and my best friend, and you were there on my last days." Somehow, she floated even closer, and the cold seeped into Paulie's already cold skin. "And I have to wonder, to trust, that had you met your half-end before I, that you would have done everything in your power to make sure we'd stay together."

Paulie's jaw twinged with her words, even as her voice grew weaker, as she faded in front of its eyes. "I would have, yes. I could have saved you, and I wouldn't have been trapped nearly as long if I'd had you to go back to. But that's the past. It's finished. There's no going back."

"There's no going back," Shells repeated. "And I wouldn't want to." Her hands roamed to the back of its neck and she placed another kiss on its shoulder before placing her head down on it.

He wrapped his arms around her as best as he could and closed his eyes, standing alone in his bathroom once again.

[arthyritis]

Silly P doodle :)c