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Hows Hector doing?

[The attic is silent for a long moment. Not even a creak of the floorboards beneath you made a noise, which was odd given how poor the attic was. Suddenly, there is a figure before you, and it seems as though he’s surprised to hear your question… And yet, nowhere near excited to hear it.]

“Why are you asking? Have you come to laugh and point at me again?”

[It almost sounds like the figure is tearing up, but when he leans closer, you can tell he is indeed, teary-eyed. The grotesque sight before you is most certainly one that makes you queasy. With exposed teeth, chemicals dripping from his body, rust spreading to his face, and sharp, rusty metal pieces being stuck in his hands, Hector is suddenly lifting you by the shirt.]

“I did not want company and I do not believe Marrow let you near my unit willingly. Out. Get out. I do not want visitors. I’m fine and I’ll be better when you leave me alone. Get out of my sight.”

[Before you can say anything else, Hector is already sending you out of the attic, roughly throwing your body out. It isn’t long before you hear his metal outfit groan and what seems to be him gagging and dry heaving on the other side of the attic door. After he seems to become sick, a strong rusty, metallic smell escapes through the closed attic door… And you can’t help but think the HVAC is lying to you. But, then again, this isn’t your attic, and that’s not your Hector.]

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*There was a soft creek of the floor boards as he walked in. He was shaking badly. This was NOT his attic. He looked around, looking at how different everything was. His eyes finally land on the HVAC. He can't help but cover his mouth...*

"H-hector..?"

*Asher walks forward.. but stops.. he stares up at the MUCH taller Hvac. He then starts to walk backwards as he starts getting a very uneasy feeling..*

-❄️ ( @echo-has-to-many-de-ocs )

[Warning for some violence in this ask!]

''¿Quién eres tú y qué quieres de mí? No tengo paciencia para esto.''

[Hector, or ‘Rusty’ as Marrow calls him, is peeking out of his unit, grumbling to himself, but mostly you. He’s fuming at the fact that you’re so close. And disgusted at the fact that you’re regarding him… Disgusted at the fact that he’s being acknowledged by a stranger.]

“Get out. The mess in here was a dead give away that I do not want visitors, leave.”

[Right before your eyes, the much taller being crawls out of the unit. It’s like watching a horror movie, hearing the metal outfit he has groaning and creaking with every movement. His good eye is squinted, focused on you with an anger you can’t quite describe. Almost as if he’s furious at your mere existence.]

“You’re too close. What don’t you and every other fucking miserable object in this house, not get?”

[You suddenly feel your hair yanked, causing your head to shoot back, before a large hand clasps around your throat. There’s sharp bits of metal digging into your throat and it’s almost painful to breathe.]

“I’M SICK OF YOU ALL!”

[His grip slowly tightens as he grits his teeth, coolant slowly dripping from the exposed side of his mouth… And out of nowhere, you’re thrown into the floor.]

“OUT!”

[A rough kick to your side sends you flying across the room. Hector quickly approaches, albeit with a limp, before he picks you up again.]

“GET. OUT.”

[Stumbling to the attic door, he quite literally throws you out, causing you to slam against Wallace… He doesn’t even look back at you as he slams the door shut and stomps away to his unit.]

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[Bumble blinks, her cheeks dusting pink at the sudden shower of compliments]

[She smiles, warm and kind – vaguely gesturing to the rest of the attic]

[Although Marrow was initially excited by your words, your gesture seemed to have caused an immediate shift. Despite the flush on their face still remaining, their eye widens and that smile on their face tightens.]

“All of… us? There is no ‘all of us’, darling. There is no… ‘us.’ I mean, there is but… You shouldn’t refer to those old… Awful… Annoying…”

[As Marrow continued to ramble, you’re suddenly very aware of your surroundings. Despite how dark the attic is, you can see by the light coming through the boarded up window the area around you. And it is far from a pretty sight. What was once a stack of old board games is now a ripped up papery mess. Fake money and plastic toy pieces are broken and scattered all over the floor. Accompanying that, all your old decorations, pictures and boxes are just as messed up. It looks as though it were a crime scene up here. It most certainly smelled like one, as the stench of rust and metal fills your nose, a hint of bleach hitting you next.]

[Whatever that rustling and creaking noise is, it doesn’t seem to be coming from Marrow, but from behind them. The new set of eyes isn’t too happy with the sight before them, but whoever it is, has no malice towards you… yet. A few heavy thuds and creaks can be heard nearby as a nauseating warmth blankets your body.]

[It doesn’t seem safe up here for right now. Marrow is deeply upset by your rather innocent remark— And the figure behind them doesn’t seem too pleased by the fact that the only other object with them was disturbed. Leaving is your best option, but perhaps returning later will be for the best? It’s no use interacting with someone who is so upset over something so little.]

a/n: as this is a separate timeline/universe.. there are a lot of differences. especially in your attic. :)

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Rusty I’m going to get you pregnant.

“Uh… What?”

[He blinks once, twice… Hector clearly believes he hasn’t heard you correctly.]

“Not if I… Get you first? Also it’s physically impossible for you to… Do that, love. I do not understand this banter, is this how it’s supposed to go?”

5/15

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[When Rusty boops her noise, it makes a squeaky toy noise. She seems absolutely enamored]

“…Atta Girl, that’s much better.”

[Hector, now grinning wide, almost eerily, pats your head gently. His hand lingers for a moment and then, his fingers are raking through it carefully. He seems rather content with the action, enjoying the feeling… Until he’s suddenly grabbing a fistful and tilting your head back to look right up at him.]

“Que chica tan obediente.”

[The once rusted and humanized HVAC, now purple-tinted human mumbles to himself as he leans down to get closer to you. It’s faint, but his damaged and almost blind seeming eye somehow manages to focus on you… And the cloudy pupil dilates. It’s almost… Creepy. How focused he is. His teeth are glinting in the light and he’s already picking you up with one arm.]

“You know, there’s this song Mar’ showed me… Something called southbound by some idiot named Artemas… I think it’d be a good listen, no subliminal messages, none at all…”

[That grin on his face tells you otherwise. And with the fact that he’s kicking some heavy but torn up boxes in front of the attic door only supports that claim… It’s safe to say that you won’t exactly be leaving his hold any time soon.]

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Hi Marrow I hope you r alive and not burnt I could help put sunscreen on your back if you want 😓

- ✒️

“…I don’t think you’re going to get through to them.”

[Hector gestures behind himself, just to reveal a very… VERY sunburnt Marrow. They practically look like a hot coal…]

“They’ll uh… uuhhhhh… Uhmm..”

[He seems to have no words, but he knows Marrow will be fine.]

“You know what, why don’t we just go back to talking.”

9/15

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would u like some teeth?

🦷🦷🦷

“TEEEEEEETTTTHHHHH!”

[It would appear that Marrow, does in fact, want teeth. Congratulations, you have been tackled and suddenly, 5 of your ribs are broken. Oops. They are sorry, though, as they do end up profusely apologizing after hearing the crunching.]

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Rusty Rusty Rusty!

*hands him a Batman keychain*-🏳️‍⚧️🌡

(This won't be relevant to my Rp)

“Huh? What’s that, amor?”

[Hector crouches down a bit to get to your level, albeit with a wince, grunt and slight crack of his back… Regardless, he takes the keychain you offer him with a smile. Without a second thought, he clips it to his belt, admiring the new decor. He seems to absolutely adore his gifted accessory…]

[As he pats you on the head, you’re met with a sudden sting of cold air. Hector gasps and… The purple tint and strangely purple night guard outfit is gone as well. The rusty HVAC has returned to his normal self and he seems to be uncomfortable. Actually, uncomfortable doesn’t begin to describe how he must feel, agonizing is the correct word. His body is trembling and his hand, which is still resting on your head, is too. Snatching his hand back, he observes his body, a look of disbelief and disgust taking over his face.]

“…No, no, no, no- No! What did you— You don’t know how much this HURTS. You were only pretending— You pretended to love me there, didn’t you? You just wanted to see me S U F F E R.”

[As angry as… Rusty, seems now, it doesn’t dismiss the fact that he’s… Crying. The tears rolling down his cheeks are orange tinted and he can hardly keep them open. Even doing that seems painful as the rust irritates his eyes. The keychain is still on his belt, but he’s far from thinking about that. His hands cover his face for a moment, dreading the feeling of his own skin as he mumbles and yelps to himself before breaking down sobbing. Not once does he turn to face you, but he does roughly shove you to the attic door as he limps over to his unit and hides in it.]

[He’ll tire himself out in there. It seems your magic can’t last forever… And yet, Rusty doesn’t know that.]