#darlingdummydolly

[experiment1170]

@darlingdummydolly replied to your post “consider. Dummy soft pet pet.”:

D : But cute! And fluffy! Scary chicken?

​... okay, maybe a little cute. unfortunately.

it's supposed to be disarming, okay! who suspects a big goofy blue thing of being able to eat a people whole?

fluffy and, uh. chicken? not so much ... ?

( none of this is conveyed out loud, of course. mostly just through a very sullen, unblinking stare. )

[the-damned-and-divine]

Dummy: "People are loving through screen doors? Is there another epidural? {she means epidemic}"

"...They were doing WHAT during the Covid outbreak?"

[spider-self]

"Do you sneeze though? Do you get sick like we do? Are you allergic to anything?" @darlingdummydolly

"No."

That should have been the end of it. A blunt answer to a stupid question, had the twinner she associated with been weak enough to contract an illness? It was a consideration, one IT couldn't help but turn over. No, nothing as mundane as sickness had ever struck IT down. IT had watched plagues come and go in cycles much like the one IT followed. Some portion of humanity always endured and that was that. The world turned, life continued. IT was not above injury, flesh regardless of how well it was constructed could bleed. IT followed the rules of the shape IT inhabited. Perhaps if IT spent long enough in a purely human shape.. IT might find Itself struck down by that invisible force. To imagine Itself laid low by something as small as bacteria...

IT shakes IT's head, hissing out a breath between clenched teeth. All the better to avoid such things. The clown sufficed. The clown was enough.

"Did your old Pennywise get sick?"

@darlingdummydolly

[spider-self]

"I don't recognize you when you're like this." @darlingdummydolly {which is hilarious considering she doesn't KNOW this It at ALL--}

RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS.

There’s the urge to simply turn and shriek, to snarl a long and hideously drawn out duuuuuh at her. Of course she didn’t recognise IT, caught halfway between shapes as IT was. IT would have been surprised if anyone had recognised IT. Stupid hunters, stupid biting bullets. The pain had been so shocking, so blinding in its intensity that IT had no choice but to flee. Now IT was trapped, shuddering IT’s way through the shivers that refused to stop. They had dared and IT had ran, IT had ran. It was so rare that IT had been forced to retreat instead of roaring up to take IT’s revenge. To crush bones and slice flesh. But it hurt it hurt it hurt. IT had so rarely felt pain, but guns were new and most of the human IT encountered didn’t dare to shoot such an off putting creature.

IT lets Itself fall, the squeak of the stage’s boards are of little comfort. At least IT was home, safe where IT could try and force Itself back into the clown form. For now IT is a mix of wolf and clown, too many elongated limbs and a snarling muzzle smeared with greasepaint. The wound oozes black blood, the vile liquid hissing as it strikes the floor and eats its way through the wood. Her… She’s too close, too near when IT is too vulnerable. IT growls, low and vicious in IT’s throat but the thought of moving was too much. IT could only hope she’d have common sense and stay away.

IT wheezes out a quiet laugh. “I don’t recognise me either.”

[consumefear]

"I missed you." From @darlingdummydolly

@darlingdummydolly

it pauses, sniffs. its head cocks, a bird-like movement. the smell and taste of joy is bitter on its tongue in the worst of ways. it shakes its head back and forth violently, as if it can rid itself of the sourness with aggressive motion.

but it tolerates it. tolerates it now, for the benefit of having this doll under its power outweighs the despicable assault to its senses.

so it grins, buck teeth frothing with spittle as it slurs its words carefully. "oh, how i missed you too, my dear."

[spider-self]

Since you asked.. 💥 Slam Dummy into the ground hard enough to crack a rib? :") @darlingdummydolly

injury / injured prompts 💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

She never shut up.

That was the problem with Dummy, IT had hoped the first lesson would have sunk in. The way IT had cowed her into submission with just IT’s voice alone. Instead there she was, still jabbering away like a bluejay when IT had told her to be still and silent and quieter than the smallest of mice. How could IT blend into the background when she was there? Those jingling bells ringing out the song of her presence, the scent of her so thick and heavy in the late evening air. This was only reconnaissance, but still, the principle was there. If she was to stay, if she was to hang around as she had. She needed to learn to listen, it would take a harsher lesson than she’d been given before. But IT was a patient teacher.

Simply ripping out her tongue wouldn’t help. Not in the grand scheme of things, she would still jingle and groan and make all sorts of noise. The idea was to limit the movement she could make, less moving, less noise, perfect logic. IT grins and drops from the tree IT was crouched in, shifting from bird to clown in a matter of seconds. “Dummy dear?”

When she turns, IT grips the front of her costume, lifting her high into the air. “What did I say about being quiet hm? If you can’t stay put..”

IT slams her down on the ground, in truth, she’s lucky the impact doesn’t break her spine and leave her floppy like a ragdoll. Instead IT feels the bones in her chest splinter from the force, all those pretty shards of bone, where would they go? Into her lungs? Perhaps she’d cough up blood, maybe she’d drown and that would be the end of that. Fun for a time but not for forever, humans.. Even manipulated ones like Dummy couldn’t last forever.

“Now then.. Stay down.”

[spider-self]

@darlingdummydolly oh look, she's back again. You really gotta change the locks. "Hey, hey Penny. If you're not the only Penny, and there's a lot of different Pennys aaaall over the milky way, what do you call a group of Penny? A peninsula? A floating? Is there a collective name for that?"

Truthfully IT was beginning to grow used to her company. Her appearances though irksome came with the added benefit of food. IT was after all, fond of creature comforts. Hunting was all very well and good, IT could season the meat to IT's preference then. But it did waste energy. It was time better spent on other things, napping for one, though if this was suggest to IT directly, IT would have ripped out the offending tongue. Dummy wasn't particularly good at invoking fear in her prey but she brought meat, and IT would tolerate any amount of chatter if it meant IT was well fed.

For once IT considers the question. IT wasn't exactly in a good mood, those were ever shifting and changeable just like Itself. But she had caught IT in a contemplative state and IT doesn't immediately pounce on her for the audacity, not yet anyway. Instead IT stretches, catlike in the arch of IT's spine before IT returns to IT's previous position, laid flat on IT's stomach, IT's claws dragging through the wooden flooring of the stage.

"Pocket change."

[spider-self]

Dummy is peering intensely. Lifts her hand with the intentions to pet the hair floof.

IT’s first instinct as always is to bite, a hand proffered in such a way towards IT could only mean one thing. Dummy had been so helpful after all, to-ing and fro-ing, fetching and carrying. She had made this cycle easy, IT had rarely had to stir Itself from dreams at all. Though IT enjoyed the hunt.. IT was a creature of routine and comforts. If someone else was willing to do the work.. Who was IT to refuse? If she had failed, perhaps she was offering herself? It had been a while since IT recalled seeing her. A month? Two months? IT shakes IT’s head, blinking away the last of IT’s dreaming state. Time was ever fluid, it didn’t really matter how long Dummy had been gone, only that she was here now. And what was she doing?

IT raises Itself up into a crouch, head tilted to one side. Was she trying… To pet IT? The audacity! As if IT was a dog to be stroked and fawned over. The warning growl starts low in IT’s chest and rumbles upwards, becoming more of a rasping sound as it travels up IT’s throat. Perhaps IT would bite her hand off for sheer gall. IT was not a creature people touched, in all IT’s long years, IT could name the number of humans that had touched IT on three hands. IT was unused to it and if IT was being honest with Itself. The thought of it was… Uncomfortable.

“What are you doing, Dummy?”