#ic narrative

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[After sufficiently interacting with both Molly and (other) Prototype he has managed to sluggishly drag himself to a large dark closet, and has closed the door, loafing inside while holding himself.]

//this doesn't mean those reblog chains are over, they're only over when you guys want them to be, im just setting up the next arc dont mind meeee//

[He is deathly silent, no movement, no sounds, no nothing. Its... unnerving. His behavior is so unusual, completely out of the blue. This can't be a simple reaction to being driven a little haywire, its too specific.]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[It's been a few days, he hasn't moved from his spot by Web. The way he stayed planted was almost akin to a dragon protecting its hoard. The only times he moved was either to get something for Web, or to shift his position.]

[The only other time he moved also was to go and shelter Rei, offering him things. Other than that- he hasn't eaten or drank anything (not like he needs to) and he's either asleep or alert and keeping watch.]

[He looks tired.. and a bit weak.. he should focus on taking care of himself, but he's only focusing on others.]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[In an effort to soothe himself of the dread, he began to sing. It wasn't a particularly familiar tune but... he sung, his sounds daring to echo through the factory as he harmonized with silent air.]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He sat there in his box, hanging off the edge with a horrible migraine that only got worse every passing second.]

[For a moment he lingered, then he shifted and sat back down in the box, picking up his Web doll and examining it.]

"..."

[Quietly observing, his face changed from a pained one to a concerned one, tilting his head slowly as he looked down on the toy, a plush hand grazing its cheek.]

"...? something feels... wrong... i have a bad feeling..."

[Then he looked up, a frown creeping onto his lips as he laid against the inside of his box, worry overriding him.]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

Arc; Out of commission

[He was still wandering around, still... lost? Ish? Not really. Kid managed to figure out where he was and tracked back to his tent- oh.]

[The path he usually takes has been... blocked. Thats lovely.]

"...huh."

[Well, time to go find a new route!]

[The foal cut through No Man's Land, wings tucked close as he bobbed and weaved through the territory he managed to get oh so familiar with... though... there was one problem...]

[The place was deteriorating. Fast. Most paths have been blocked off by falling debris, or other things... Thankfully IT wasn't patrolling so he had leniency to be loud, still had to be careful however.]

"oh-"

"wh-"

"COME ON!"

"SERIOUSLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME-"

[Each path he chose was the wrong one, and eventually he landed himself in an open space, deciding the only path left was up, and so? He climbed, graceful (somehow) as a mountain goat as he leapt and clambered up debris until-]

[*crackle*]

"...uh oh-"

[He made the wrong step, as the rubble under him began to crumble and he slid down a looong way, disturbing the broken remains of the territory.]

[Now, Art had landed at the bottom of the large pile, and more disturbance was heard, he scrambled to get up but tripped and fell again, as a large piece of rubble landed on one of his back legs, and he cried out.]

[Well. This is lovely!]

"*GH*- OW- AUGH— HELP! SOMEONE- SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE! *hRK* ow ow ow OW OWOWOWW-"

[He screamed and yelled for help, currently enduring insufferable pain as he tried getting himself free.]

[No one was coming to save him this time.]

[RP starter!]

[theoriginalpuppetmaster]

[He was finally back at the tent, having been gone for so long he was surprised to see all the littles thriving still, with only a small dent in the food and water supply.]

[Quietly, he fixed any messes caused from his absence, before resting in the large pillow nest and allowing his littles to climb over and on him and welcome him back.]

"hehe.. i missed you all too.."

[There were a few missing though. He obviously had new members joining them, that being the lemon baby thing and Maisy, but someone very important to him was gone...]

"...do any of you know where Judy went?"

[nadiaknows]

Wake up call (The White Rose)

If I was hurt, I couldn’t tell. I felt drunk and confused, as if I had some drugs combo I never knew I could.

I woke up and she was there, laying in the bed toying with my hair, as I sat on the floor of a room I never saw before. But seeing her face helped me come back to my senses.

“I know you” I mumbled. “You’re Irene, right? from school”

“Sharp journalist, aren’t you Nadia?” she whispered back, making an emphasis in the “Nadia” as she didn’t knew me by that name.

“What’s this place? what’s going on? oh...is that blood in your mouth?” I tried to make sense of it and failed miserably.

“No need to think on it now” she said and suddendly picked me up and took me to her side in the bed, hugging me. I couldn’t resist it at all.

[clockworktrotter]

What did Horuss Zahhak do today? Well he built an impressive cat tree because @sailor-witch made him hopeful about a potential cat. He fantasized about maybe getting a friend for it from @lmaocatz and made the cat tree ten times more complicated than he originally drafted up. It pretty much took over an entire block in his hive. The idea of starting small and building more never occurred to him.Go big or go hive.