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I remember years ago (this may be a false memory) but it was a tumblr blog and it was sort of weirdcore kidcore-esque, only a bit, but it was an ask blog i think and it was horror-ish, almost like an ARG, and i think it was PNGs or maybe sharply drawn characters, lots of dark saturated colors and i remember at one point this guy was in a red jail bar cage???? i swear i remember following it but i cant find it does anybody remember
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series), Welcome To The Statehouse (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Florida (Welcome To The Table), Louisiana (Welcome To The Table), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: cryptid, Horror-esque, not the ending you would be expecting, Ambiguous/Open Ending, cryptid Florida, a somewhat mention of Cryptid Gov, Louisiana has the braincells of the duo, But Chaos? yes, Prompt Fill, fictober 2022 Series: Part 2 of Fictober 2022 Summary:
Let’s play a game. Do you like games? Cause I do.
The corridors of the Statehouse echoed with the rapid footfalls against the floor, panicked breaths escaping from quivering lips. Lights flickered between life and death, choosing death as a woman ran past them. Tears streamed down her face as she looked back, watching red eyes glow intensely against the shadows, taunting her with a low hiss-like laugh behind her.
Oh, come on, Daisy. Let’s have some fun.
Fictober Prompt 2: "Nobody warned you about me?
Perhaps the twins witnessing Stretch act out one of his nightmares? Like sleep walking? Thats what I'd love to see in Bait and Switch!
(You go straight for the balls and I appreciate that)
Boss was a fairly light sleeper. He'd often woken to the tiniest noises, able to wake immediately to the sounds of Edge whimpering in his sleep or Red's rattling bones in the next room. The creak of a door was sure to wake him nearly immediately.
Tonight, on their first night spending a whole night with Stretch in Swap, it was none of those things that woke him. He couldn't be in bed, not without worrying he would wake or hurt Stretch in a sleepy panic, so instead he was curled up in Stretch's desk chair, in what Edge affectionately called "Sentinel's Rest", and the sound of the mattress and floorboards creaking was what woke him this time.
He snapped awake, properly alert as always. Long gone were the days of blinking awake slowly. But all he saw, for all his hackles being raised, was Stretch, sitting on the edge of the bed, slumped forward, and Edge pulling himself upright behind him, wiping the sleep from his sockets.
"Love? Is everything alright?" Edge whispered into the night, and the words hung, unanswered, for a long moment. "Stretch?"
From his spot on the chair, Boss could see what Edge could not--Stretch wasn't awake, not even close. His sockets were half-open, but dark as night, and the twitch of his shoulder was nearly supernatural.
"DON'T!" Boss whispered urgently as Edge reached out to touch him. Edge obeyed, hand stilling in midair. "HE'S SLEEPWALKING. YOU CAN'T WAKE HIM."
As if he heard him, Stretch stumbled to his feet, dragging himself across the room slowly, and Boss shuddered, the creepiness not escaping him. Still, he removed his blanket, tiptoeing after their boyfriend as he wandered down the hall, Edge hot on his heels. He hovered as Stretch somehow navigated the stairs, ready to catch him should he fall, and they followed him into the living room, where he stopped dead in the middle of the room, slumping once more, teetering on his bare feet.
"I think he's reached his destination," Edge muttered. "We bring him back to bed, now, right?"
Boss nodded, and using their long-studied silent communication skills, they decided to get on either side of him.
"STRETCH, LOVE, LET'S GO BACK TO BED," Boss said softly, and Stretch hummed sleepily, his sockets slipping fully closed, almost peaceful.
Edge took Stretch's hand and elbow, tugging him gently along, and he followed, albeit slowly. They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Boss was about to take the other hand--
Stretch suddenly cried out, hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes and dragging Edge with him. Edge squeaked as he was pulled to the floorboards, before Stretch released him, hands coming up to instead grip his own head as he opened his mouth, letting out a marrow-curdling screech of absolute terror.
"Stretch?" Edge gasped, trying to pry his hands from his face as Stretch screamed again, more desperately, hoarsely, as if he'd been screaming and crying for days on end.
"HE'S HAVING A NIGHT TERROR." Boss knelt on his other side, going for the other arm, and wrapped his arms around both his boyfriend and his brother as Edge held Stretch close.
"Stretch, its time to wake up!" Edge pleaded, and they both heard the sound of Blue's door flying open upstairs.
"no, no, no, no--" Stretch repeated, scrabbling against their hold, orange magic sparking from beneath his lidded sockets as he gripped their clothes, his body bending in horrific ways as if he were being electrocuted. "no, please, no!"
"IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP, LOVE," Boss repeated, doing his best to keep his flailing legs from kicking out and hitting anything. "PLEASE, WAKE UP!"
"GAZPACHO!" Blue shouted, standing on the first landing of the stairs, out of breath with his robe hanging loosely over his pajamas.
With that one word, Stretch went entirely limp in their arms, and it was all they could do to keep him from hitting his head against the floor. Edge pulled him from Boss, sensing Boss reaching his own limits, and cradled him close, checking him over worriedly.
"THAT...WAS A BAD ONE," Blue admitted, drawing his robe closed and tying it. "I HAVEN'T HAD TO USE THE WORD IN SOME TIME."
"You have a special word for these?" Edge asked, exasperated, as he ran his fingertips gently over Stretch's skull.
"YES, FOR BAD ONES. WE HAD OUR GRILLBY USE HIS FLAMES TO HYPNOTIZE HIM, AND THAT WORD WAS CHOSEN TO PUT HIM INTO DREAMLESS SLEEP," Blue explained, descending the stairs to inspect his brother a little more closely as Boss took his limp hand and squeezed. A small squeeze back reassured him. "THEY USED TO BE THIS BAD ALL THE TIME, AND NOTHING ELSE HAD WORKED UNTIL THAT POINT. IT ONLY WORKS WHEN HE'S ALREADY UNCONSCIOUS, BUT STILL, WE TRIED TO PICK SOMETHING HE WOULDN'T HEAR TOO MUCH. IF WE USE IT TOO MANY TIMES IT WILL WEAR OFF."
"SO ON ONES THAT AREN'T QUITE SO BAD, WHAT DO YOU DO?" Boss asked, running his thumb over the back of Stretch's hand.
"USIALLY I LET HIM SORT HIMSELF OUT, OR I PUT ON SOME OF DAD'S RECORDS IF HE'S SLEEPWALKING FOR MORE THAN A FEW MINUTES," Blue said, sighing as he straightened. "PAPY, IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP."
Stretch stirred at that, sleepily opening his sockets, smiling hazily up at Edge.
"heeeey, lover, fancy meeting you here," he purred tiredly, before seeming to realize he wasn't in his room. "...what happened? how did i get down here?"
"You were sleepwalking," Edge explained softly. "We followed you, but then you had a night terror of some kind."
That made Stretch sit straight up, worry on his face. "i didn't hurt anyone, did i?"
"I USED THE WORD BEFORE THAT COULD HAPPEN," Blue informed him. "I WOULD SAY IT SEEMS YOU OWE THESE TWO AN EXPLANATION, SO, I'M HEADING BACK TO BED. SLEEP BETTER, PLEASE."
Stretch sagged in Edge's grip, and Boss sighed. It was going to be a long explanation, no doubt, and a long night if he had them in twos or threes like Red.
He smiled wryly at Stretch, who looked like talking was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He brought the hand he was holding up to his face and kissed it softly.
"LET'S TURN ON THE TV, AND YOU CAN TELL US WHENEVER YOU'RE READY."
Whoomp Prompt - 17
“People day to fear the woods, that there is a beast that will rip and tear you limb from limb if it catches you! No one survives going in the woods! I’ve never believed it of course,” the man boasted.
The young woman laughed. “Of course not.” They we’re in the woods, a few hundred yards in. The sun was high in the sky. “That sounds ridiculous. If no one survived how would people know of the bests?” She asked lightly.
“Exactly! See, you’re a sensible woman,” he said proudly. “I told you coming out here was a good idea.”
“Unless,” she mused and started walking, slowly, deeper into the woods.
“Unless what?” He said, following her without thinking.
“Unless the beast masters tell the stories,” she mused, stepping up on to a fallen tree. “Brag about their pets and all that.”
“Beast masters?” The man asked, suddenly uncertain.
“Of course.” She turned away from him. “You know the stories. Not the same one about the woods but similar. Hellish beasts and their hellish masters.” A rumble shook the ground and the man struggled to stay on his feet the woman was unconcerned on her tree. “They take different forms to lure men to feed their beasts.”
Another rumble and this one did knock the man down. The woman looked down at him, her gaze now icy and her smile cruel. “Thank you ever so much for joining me out her, by the way. A man like you never could resist a challenge.” Another rumble kept him from getting to his feet.
“Devil!” He cried, trying to scoot back away. The sky was dark now. Hadn’t it just been daylight? He looked around and couldn’t see the exit, the fires from the town, anything!
“Close, but not quite. He is though.” A giant wolf, eyes bright yellow and fur a dark red stepped up, with each step a rumble. He tried to scramble away but the wolf didn’t stop.
“I wonder what rumor I’ll make up about you. Perhaps that you wanted to prove yourself a man, and slay one of the forbidden animals.” She thought for a moment. “Yes, I like that. Nothing heroic, just stupidity for something beautiful. I’m sure they say it proved you a fool.”
“No please!” He begged, still trying to escape. The wolf was almost upon him, unconcerned with his attempt to escape.
“How about yes.”
****
Wailing could be heard the next morning from the man’s wife. He hadn’t come home.
“I saw him in his hunting gear,” one man said.
“He went into the forbidden forest,” another man said.
“Got what’s coming to him,” still a different man said.
And woman simply smiled as she walked by them. The wife’s wails could be heard through the town. It was a common occurrence, a few were sympathetic but most went about their daily lives. The woman simply stepped around the wailing wife. She would wait before taking another. They hadn’t survived this long by being greedy. And this wife’s pain would last her a while and the man’s pride would last her pet.
She nodded to a handsome man, perhaps he would be next? She would just have to wait and see.
I do believe that I’ve given a pretty good reason as to why Subnautica: Below Zero is scary as hell.
Thank for coming to my TED Talk.
Posted July 16th on ArtFight - Sixteenth Day of Art Fight 2022
It was based on Severynn's prompt "Design Me Something!"
My post on ArtFight can be found here: https://artfight.net/attack/3583143.malachite-aquarium-youll-love-the-change
There is something inside my wall
There is something inside my wall,
I don’t care what the landlord says,
There is something inside my wall,
It’s too big to be a mouse,
Maybe it’s a man.
There is something inside my wall,
It makes noises at night.
Tap, tap, tapping sounds,
Looooong scratching sounds,
Sometimes I tap back.
…
It doesn’t like that.
There is something inside my wall,
That leaves behind a smell.
Like dead skin and sweat and urine and shit.
I knocked once on my wall,
Asking it to clean.
…
There is something inside my wall,
It comes out when I’m not around,
Leaving marks on my floor,
Cracks in my mirror,
And something black and furred in my laundry basket.
I bang on its wall.
What a rude neighbour!
There is something inside m-
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I like this kind of writing, I nearly forgot I wrote this poem months ago but after watching the magnus archives I remembered this. Maybe I should write more, ‘cause this was fun.