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Jon [Drowsy]:

"Michael? Is that you?"

"Did you go somewhere?"

[Mildly concered] "It's cold out."

Michael:

". . ."

Jon [More Worried now]:

"Michael-"

Michael [Softly, Cutting him off]:

"I did something."

"Bad."

Jon [Surprised, Worried]:

"What"

[Suspicious] "What do you mean bad?"

"How bad?"

Michael [Expressionless]:

". . ."

Jon[Patiently?]:

"what happened."

Michael[Voice shaky, but otherwise blank]:

"I don't want to tell you..."

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Micheal broke his arm :(

It was jons fault. Sortof lol

Micheal's mad anyways ;)

PLUS! A sticker print idea! Love how this one came out! :)!

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Slight spoilers for Oat ahead.

Not written yet, so not Canon, but better safe than sorry! :)

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Scenes! Concepts for Oat :)!

(Dont take these as canon, they will be canon when they are written lol)

Text is transcibed below, in order :)

[Scene 1]

(Dean?):No one can know about this. Ever.

(Jon): I dont do this for the glory, I just want it to be over.

[Scene 2]

(Jon): I know that, but im not asking you to trust me.

I'm asking you to work with me. We don't have a chance alone, and I can't give you your door back, so we might as well work together.

[Scene 3]

(Jon): And What have you decided.

(Michael): I have decided-

Fuck you!

[Scene 4]

(Jon): You don't have to worry! I've got- I've got a plan!

(Michael): God, I hope not!

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"I'm making grilled cheese, do you want one?" Jon asks micheal as he sets out a few slices of bread.

Micheal looks up from its laptop and leans back in its chair. He seems a bit surprised, "You cook?"

Jon moved over to the fridge,

"You have ancestral grilled cheese?" Micheal narrows it's eyes and snickers at him.

"Well, no but it's just cheese and bread. How hard can it be?" Jon quips back at it

Michael hummed thoughtfully. Leaning back in it's chair and kicking it's feet up.

"Oh um, you didn't answer, if you- do you want one?" Jon gestures with a slice of bread as he talks.

"Hmm yes, I think i do."

"Right, um I'll let you know when they're ready" Jon turns to his pan, only to find the butter has started burning. Well, no matter, he'll just-try again.

Micheal hummed and went back to its work. Slipping its headphones on.

After a few minutes micheal began to smell something burning, "Is something burning?" It finally looked up to see the archivist desperately trying to put out an ever-growing flaming inferno. The fire alarm, which had been strangely quiet during this entire endeavor, began to screech.

The commotion brought other tenants to the scene, and as the flame began to grow and the screaming started.

Mr.Room 4 pulled the pin on the spare extinguisher, squeezed the lever, and finally put out the fire

Michael laughed at the chaos the Archivist had unintentionally created

And then Michael tried making grilled cheese.

It was awful. It didnt even taste like grilled cheese, and it used the same pan that was just on fire which left it tasting foul. It had and ashy texture too, and beneath all the smoke it tastes vaguely like- cough syrup? The nitrogen can't be good for them either.

"Maybe we should eat out instead."

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Jon mumbles to the recorder frantic and peeks around the rock hed hidden behind. It was gone. He looks around, but the surrounding area is empty. He cant hear it anywhere, cant hear anything but his own laboured breaths and the sound of the forest. Finally jon sighs in relief, and then it speaks, much closer than jon had throught it would have been able to get without him noticing.

"You "

Jon startles and looks up to see it above him, looking down at him from the

The dark makes it look like shifting glass, sharp bulging hands close around his throat, and Michael throws itself at him

"You! You did this to me!"

Micheal's form cuts into him anywhere it touches

Jon can feel his neck begin to bleed as he struggles to take in air from the grip it has on his throat.

Jon grasps at Micheals's hands, wrists, and anything he can reach just trying to throw it off. Jon has never been the strongest man though, and Micheal wasn't budging.

"why won't you just die!"

Micheal hisses through its teeth, and shoves Jon into the dirt. Jon gasps from the impact and trys in vain to get away.

Micheal releases him for a moment, jon almost thinks it might be over. Until it slams him back down, pressing him down into the hard earth by his throat.

Jon hits his head on the ground hard, if he lives he'll have some nasty bruises. But the way this is going, Micheal might shred his throat on accident instead.

"Why can't I kill you? What have you done to me!?" it sobs and breaks down crying. It lets go of jons throat and curls its claws into his shirt. It tears apart, but jon is glad it wasnt him instead. Jon gasps for air, his throat is shredded and

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"What does family mean to you?" His defensive tone got a condescending raise of the brow. But fuck it, he can be excused for his rudness. What right does this man have to go poking into his family.

He sideeyes him, seeing without looking. "Michael once had a rather large family-"

He interupts it, ignoring the peeved look it gives him continues, "You talk like you're different people." Gabriel assesses his face, his form remains graceless. Interesting.

"Michael is no more me than I am me."

Gabriel didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing.

"Am i free to continue my story, your rudeness?" Snorting at him he nods his assent.

"As I said, Michael had a large family-" it pauses with a pointed look, "A middle child, he spent most his time alone." He stares at something far away, as if lost in thought. Shaking his head with a sigh he continues, " Either way it doesn't matter, pointless thing as he was hes gone now. There is only me."

Gabriel is having trouble keeping the plot at this point, but Michael doesn't seem done yet.

"I used to have something similar. It has been a while since id met another of mine." At this he meets his eyes, his wistful smile slips.

"Do you understand, Trickster."

It speaks the word trickster with a weight he can feel. Its more than a disguise at this point, and he can see right through it.

...He thinks he does get it. Nodding he avoids his gaze. This monster masquerades a man, and he knows him as the same.

What does family mean anyways