#eldritch buddies

[skin-anon]

*the sound of scuttling is accompanied by the noise of scraping metal. But instead of hesitating at the vent, the creature pulls itself straight out into the attic, following the sound of Patch’s music box. Its exoskeleton seems almost too big for it, and it’s clear the amalgamation is not in the best shape.*

~ Anomaly Cereal Anon

ooc: oh my god I am so sorry for the hiatus life has been rude to me and i was too mentally exhausted to do anything but i should be okay now, at least better

ooc; Tis okay ^^ I understand. Sorry for... well, freaking out and asking the moddlings if you sent them anything. The sudden silence just got to me. Happy to hear you are okay. - - - *The flowing melody of Patch's music box jumps a few notes, as if it were a heart skipping a beat. As the titan shifts to look unto the amalgamation. All eyes locking onto and studying the damage and... noticeable changes. It drops the radio it was waiting beside. Letting it hit the ground.* *One thump, two, four. Patch stepped towards its entity friend. And takes an equivalent of a knee, the halls and rooms under the attic rumbled under the weight. Said rumbling was short-lived, but easily noticed. Much more noticeable than when it walks around* "Are... why-... When... What happened?" *The multitude of voices struggled to speak until the deepest of them decided the question. Patch reached out, but hesitates. The oversized furred hand hanging in the air near the smaller entity as it worries it may cause unintended harm in trying to help.* "... Are... you growing?... or are you hurt?... I... I-I do not know... please, explain. W H A T H A P P E N E D ?" *The two words erupt from the single eye in the towering entitys' head, its pupil and iris parting, opening like how a flower blooms, The words aren't so much heard as they are felt, a bellow that rumbled the attic more than when It walks. The musical cylinder in Patchs' chest. Still ever playing, skips notes, jumps from middle to start then to ending. The once gentle and smooth song distorting to match the worry of the towering antic dweller.*

[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]

*part of the air nearby seems to bend, as if being pushed. A serrated claw stabs through, ripping the fabric of reality, as the creature saws an opening for itself*

Ah- Good to see you again, Patch. Forgive the intrusion, I didn’t mean to reach this part of the universe. And don’t worry, the portal will seal once I leave. I promise not to cause the apocalypse again.

~ Anomaly Cereal Anon

*The colossal amalgam of body parts shifts all its eyes to stare at the creature. The rib-like appendages continue moving, appearing to have grown further out of his torso as they rapidly applied new stitch work to the singed, yet healing arm of false fur. The green steadily returning to the burnt fur.* "Ah, Cereal. Please to see you. Want some venison?" *Patch nods its head towards the centipede. Shifting within the enlarged attic space. It briefly attempts to hide the slight sway of the string-tail as it uses its manikin arm to offer some deer meat.* "I forgive the intrusion, if you forgive the sight. I was not expecting company while I was repairing myself... Although knowing you caused one apocalypse is concerning enough. I trust you when you say you don't wish to cause another. Does something trouble you?"