#maus writing

[askglassanon]

What's so funny?

No warnings only fluff >:} (and Covetess's low self-esteem)

She blinks as the group climbs to their feet, groaning softly, which is what happens when you jump on someone from a fifteen stud drop.

"Why'd you do that?" She rolls over checking them for injuries, she's seen Mafioso do it a few times and her view of human fragility is skewed but she knows they can get hurt with such stunts.

"Shouldn't we be asking you that?"

"We're fine" Caporgime doesn't quite wave her away but the action feels enough like a dismissal to makes her phantom insides twist pathetically.

"No really we are fine" Contractee rushes, he smiles placidly. She's too distracted to notice the way they were positioned to avoid crowding her.

Consigliere's movements are slow and relaxed enough she barely noticed him cup her face to tilt it into the light likely examining the severity of the cracks.

She's surprised she isn't swayed to pull away, and she can't tell if it's because of how Don like the approach was or how causal he was that didn't set off her trigger-happy alarm bells. He lets her go before she can feel bothered.

"Why'd you go about it that way?" She does a half decent job not sounding a cornered deer as she looked over behind them to emphasize her question.

The others turn to stare accusingly at Soldier… At least she thinks Capo is also glaring... with the shades in the way and all..

"I thought it'd be funny" the man wheezes and she tilts her head. "Why would that be funny?" Why do you need to be funny? She didn't understand.

Pure white eyes bore into him, metaphorically of course, her genuine confusion does nothing to nullify the intensity of her gaze.

"Well… we, yes we, were trying to get you to laugh" Soldier admits, rushing like he was being held at gun point (expect under those circumstances he'd probably be calmer).

"You did all of that to make me… laugh?" She blinks again bewildered.

They nodded looking somewhat embarrassed.

"So all that crazy stuff this past week was you all trying to be funny?"

"Mostly Soldier but yeah.. pretty such" she's baffled, that's insane.

The ruckus, the wreckage the near misses to broken bones, the odd phrasings and wordplay that she now understands as jokes that fell flat.

They tried so hard for her and she didn't notice. They put in a effort for her and she didn't care.

Couldn't care.

Because she was emotionless and prioritized logic…

"Geez," she snorts it's an awkward sound, another thing her body's forgotten. "I'm such an idiot" Her voice strains under the weight of emotion she can't place.

She turns to the side it was odd they went out of their way to do all that for something so small… For her.

Has anyone done that before? She can't remember. Hollow echoes escape her like a cough and she's pressing her hands to her mouth to suppress the ghost of a giggle.

Covetess whirls around to out at them with vigor. "You're idiots too" but they can tell she hardly means it because they look like they just won something..

Her eyes land on the Sentenial they crushed and while she doesn't feel as trapped anymore there's a tiny bit of guilt for accidentally siccing the Mob on him.

"We should go see what Mafioso's up to" she doubts he's struggling given his minions presence with her but she can't leave him to have all the fun.

"The Boss has probably cleared everyone by now" They're already moving before she can say anything chattering about who was right and what they're owed.

You know what? They were a funny bunch…

@winter-r0se I did a thing :}

[immured-forsaken]

Puppets

Tw: Death, blood and graphic strangulation (like really graphic)

They died... Their dead.

{He let them die, he messed up and it cost them everything}

{His wrists aren't bleeding anymore at least... Not that it mattered.. there was no one to pull from danger}

{He barely lost her but he's sure she let him get away}

{He presses against the wall of the grave site, hands over his mouth as he tried to stay quiet}

{Ærgo takes several sniffling breaths, he's so scared} "What am I supposed to do?"

{He whispers to himself, reaching down with one hand, unstrapping the holster and clutching the taser in his trembling hand}

Should he fight? Can he fight? Would it matter?

{He could hear the click of her knee joints and the shifting of grass under her skates as she grew closer}

"Found you" That alone nearly made his soul leave his body.

"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" {He stares at her with shrunken pupils, terrified of breaking eye contact}

She lunged at him but he's pressing down on his taser's button before he knows it and he's already running away.

Don't waste stamina, don't waste stamina, don't waste it, get away, get away!

{He turns a corner, then another and then another trying to conserve stamina, it's not working, he doesn't understand how they do it.}

{The Sentinel pants as quietly as he can, and he presses against the wall}

There's clicking in the distance.

...Moons.. {He's on cooldown again and he's out of breath...} I'm dead. I'm actually dead. She's going to kill me without batting an eye...

{Ærgo's about to run again sneaking around the wall when it happens}

A loud crunch that sends his heart to his stomach. He turned running in the opposite direction, but she cut him off.

She pounces, stabbing him in the stomach, ripping out her arm and watching him bleed out.

{The man falls, pain and shock catching up to him, his legs failing him and he hit the ground hard}

Then a burst of sharp electrifying pain in his gut, heavy, consistent unbearable} There's a tug at his wrists, as he regained awareness.

Covetess sat above him, her knee in the gap in his abdomen, soaking in his blood.

Eyes half open, face expressionless, his strings held in hand, he looks in her eyes, fear and confusion swirling in his chest even as little bits of glass dig into his internal organs.

"Whu-AK!— She yanked them in a swift sudden motion that has him trying to push her off.

She doesn't budge, just tightened the grip and watched him struggle,

What makes it worse is nothing in her face changes, no anger, hate, glee, regret. Nothing.

{He tries to gasp in air or beg her to stop. His head throbs}

{He kicks out, though it's more like kicking at the dirt beneath them then her, he tried digging his nails in her arms, but his blunt nails bend harmlessly against her porcelain skin, and she doesn't let up}

{He tries clawing at the string around his neck but all he does is cut into his own skin and break a nail}

{He panics further, he can't think anymore. His head pounds, he can't take it... It hurts it hurts it hurts. It feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull, that is if his head doesn't explode first.}

0:01

Black and red dots obstruct his vision. {His fingers twitch but they're too heavy to continue fighting} Why couldn't this be over with...

0:00

—

{She watches him scurry away as the aura faded}

Of course I let him get away. How else would I learn his thought process?

A wireless puppet was nothing more than useless, but he was different, broken strings and yet he still acted.

Despite whatever it was that left its echoes on him definitely knowing he wasn't a doll. Knew he was alive and used him anyway.

Captivity changes anyone and freedom likewise.

Everyone in their little rag-tag group behaves differently depending on if they're alone or grouped.

Like the little lamb was a little braver in a group, when the healer no longer had others to worry for, he fled accordingly.

"I wonder where you could've gone?" {She doesn't really, she already knows where he went}

{Skating down the stairs and heading toward the graveyard}

The splash of water as she cut through the poisonous waters, fades softly into the air.

{Covetess skated around the wall and stared, for a moment before she alerted him}

{He gasped and scrambled to his feet trying to put distance between them as she just observed}

"You're mousy, aren't you?"

Is bullying survivors her thing? He wondered.

{She moves closer making him flinch, he doesn't break eye contact, if staring into her white blank eyes counts}

{Covetess knocks on the wall} "What's the plan? You've got seventy-six seconds" Then pounds the wall startling him.

Knock, crack, knock, crack, knock knock, crack.

{Her hand splinters and in a sudden burst she launches at him}

The snap of electricity is her only warning before crackling static runs through her system burning her into submission.

{She stills, her eyes widening as she watches him run off}

"How interesting... How fascinating" He ran. So, he does have survival instincts.

{Covetess rushes after him and it's not hard for her to catch up to him, he's tired and wheezing and she finds him when he triggered the glass trap she's set earlier}

"You do know how to fight back and when to flee... It's not enough though not with me... not with anyone"

He trembles like a freezing chihuahua ironic considering he had less bark than the dog.

{She swiftly jabs her broken hand into his gut. He chokes as she pulled out her wrist, watching it rebuild on its own}

The sentinel stumbled back growing pale as he held the bleeding hole.

{Covetess grabs the loose strings from the ground and lets him collapse before dropping on to him, knee digging in the wound}

{She shakes off the skin crawling feeling of blood seeping into her knee joint, and wraps the cords around his neck while he is waking up from the shock}

{The doll waits for him to meet her eyes before she pulled, cutting off his air flow}

The terror in his eyes shifts to confusion then to panic and he tries to shove her away.

He chokes, wheezing as instinct kicked in and he tries to kick her off, face already turning red.

Clawing at her arms desperately before scratching at the strings and his neck notably only cutting into his own flesh.

{She loops the strings around her hands increasing the pressure, this wasn't as quick a death as she expected}

0:02

He gasps, well tries to, tears flowing endlessly from his eyes as she watches the light in his bloodshot eyes falter, he's purple and his spasming hands are clammy.

0:01

He makes a soft inhuman noise as he finally stops, hands still shaking.

0:00

{She blinks finding herself back at base, hands and clothing clean of blood}

"Wonder how he'll behave in future rounds" {The doll muses}

—

{Ærgo jolts to life gasping for air so violently he chokes on it and claws at his throat before he realizes what happened}

{He tries to breathe, remind himself he's not dead and he's okay but every breath comes out like a sob}

[askglassanon]

Going soft

Tw: Tooth rotting fluff

"Hey, Tr0ubl3" the hacker cooed, laying down in front of the toddler, minding the paper and crayons strown around "Whatcha d0in?" He babbled in response. "Qwayns"

He snorts, feigning shock. "Eating cr4yons? You're not supposed to do that" the child giggled

"Ababa babwa!" he waved the black crayon around. "That'5 for coloring"

It takes very little effort to take away the crayon away as the child was losing interest in it. 7n7 pushed up sitting on his legs.

He scooped up his son, beeping softly in endearment. "You're just the sw3et3st aren't you?" He cradles him before letting him stand on his legs.

The child smacks him with his slobbery hand "3w! You're gr0ss!" n7 laughed. "Nuh uh!" c00lkidd wiggles, bopping his face with both hands.

"Yuh uh! Sticky b4by" He blows a raspberry into his tummy earning a gleeful squeal.

"Let's go eat" his dark eyes light up, 007n7 stood with ease and headed to the kitchen.

He placed him in his highchair and checked the fridge. Cringing slightly.

There wasn't much, some expired baby food he really needs to throw out, left over pizza, a can of tomato sauce and unsurprisingly burger patties.

The Nooblet head scurries over with cartoon pictures.

"What should we eat?"

"Paba" "Pasta?" To no one's surprise the baby just whined and throws the cards off the tray. Noob13 looked offended at the least.

"Papa" He rubs his temple, taking him from the chair and heaving a sigh. "Geez kid..."

"What did you even want?" He raised him up to his eye level, they stare at each other and then his little red baby reaches toward him and babbles. "Papa!" He buzzes, confusion clearing up and his eyes do NOT water, fu- screw you.

"Oh... " He blinks a few times, laughing off the elation and ignoring the look his Nooblet gave him.

"K, ya' cuddle bug" He nuzzles the top of his head then hugs him, squeezing gently. "Ju5t wanted to be held?"

He sighs in amusement, placing the red toddler on his hip. "Never chan8e, c00l cat"

His son mumbles incoherently as Noob13 made their way over with the cards in their mouth.

He crouches down letting them crawl into his hand to show him the cards again. "Which one do you want?"

"Burbur!" he smacks the card, startling the poor thing. 7n7 chuckles grinning smugly.

"Hear that 13? It's burbur day" the critter rolled its eyes but scuttles up his arm and nestled in his hat, clearly excited. "You're both 50 spo1led"

[askglassanon]

Inferno

He's used to missing his dad.

The man was busy. He had to work a lot, so he didn't get to see him as often as he used to. {He trudges around, bored? confused? frustrated? annoyed? He doesn't know he doesn't like it}

Whether it was because he was too tired to play with him when he would get home or because he'd fall asleep mid-way through any movie or game if he did have the time.

It wasn't the biggest deal most days he was at school for a lot of the time he was at work besides he saw how tired he was he didn't mind just being around his dad as he slept.

{He paces faster, quick turns and small loops that'll probably make him dizzy if he doesn't stop soon}

And it wasn't like he thought his dad didn't care about him. He knew he did. A lot.

He even gave him his old GUI to keep so he knew he was safe. Or maybe he just got worried after all those "accidents" at school.

... Nevermind.

He was content with that routine. Wake up brush his teeth, get ready go to school, come home and wait.

Then something happened he doesn't actually remember what he did after school that day and he woke up here and it was boring, and he missed his dad. But then he showed up and it wasn't.

Growling he flops to the ground not pouting.

You'd think without anything else to do or anywhere else to go he would get to talk to his dad.

Nope.

They stay in completely separate locations which was just unfair. Super unfair. The unfairest.

And to make it worse the first few months of his dad being here he didn't even talk to him. "What are you?"

{He drags his claws over the wooden planks of the floors. Carving little marks no real goal in mind}

{He thinks about the confusion in his dad's eyes when he called out to him} Excited to see a familiar face. Excited to feel completely safe for the first time in what felt like forever.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. And nobody seemed to get it. Jason's mom is always with him apparently, 1x hates his creator and John Doe.. well, who knows what he's thinking.

{His tail sways side to side moodily}

{He hates it} Why does he recognize him now? Claws going to his horns pulling on them in frustration, sniffling.

He's too tall, too scary. Why now? {He curls up on the floor, bundling himself, his tail wraps around his horn as he cries} It's not fair. It's not fair!

His room is going to smell like smoke again...

[askglassanon]

Reflected

He stared at the shard of Glass

It's not like his own, she once implied his shell was thinner than hers.

*He wonders if she's right*

The shard is too big for him to hold with one hand, it's clear like she ̵̜̦̀̅ẃ̶̽̅ͅs̷͖̆ but the shine is absent leaving an invisible chuck. An echo

It's not your fault

I don't blame myself *He hissed, but his eyes sting*

*She sits beside him, hand reaching out for him before she pulls away* Good.

I blamed myself for things outside of my control for my entire existence... I don't want that for you

Shut up! *He throws the shard and it bounced unoffendingly against the stones* Just stop! You keep saying you don't want me to be like you or d-dad, that you want me to be me and for me to be happy

But you can't even be happy on your own! What to you know!

*He turns to her expecting fuzzy sunglasses, or grinding fangs or drops, anything but she's gone*

*Snowglobe's stomach drops and he looks around frantically, note a trace of her* Glass? Glass?!

Come back!

*He throws himself to the ground, ignoring the ugly crrk sound his shell makes as he scrambles blindly for the piece of her*

Clasping it in his fingers, he shivers. I didn't mean it!

How could he be so stupid discarding her like that. *He looks around for her, but she's still gone*

I'm sorry! Was she ignoring him? Come back!

Sis- *He freezes, pain split straight through his face, a cracking sound unlike anything he's heard before*

*He's cold*

[askglassanon]

Memories

*Glass delicately removes burs from the weanling's mane * There, there, little one

*She looks up noting Snowglobe's hammock swaying and the Anonymous curled up inside*

*The Unicorn whinnies digging at the gravel with its little hooves and pulling back her attention, Glass giggles* Easy, I'm nearly done

*She crumbles the final bur between her fingers, the tawny little foal yawns as she lifts it into her arms and carries them to a nest in the treasure cave*

Just a bunch of enchanted blankets but it should be warm enough.

Once she's out the cave she sees Snowglobe stumbling over to her, looking more like a little storm then a gentle snow.

Snow? What's wrong? *They stare for a minute before he crosses their arms and headbutts her with a light clink* Nothing

*She wraps a loose arm around him* Okay, you don't have to tell me.

*They can stand there for a moment, silence just to the left of comfortable but he speaks*

Do you ever think about leaving?

What brought this on? No, not really. I'm fine where I am, I've seen what I needed to see, traveled where no one else has

But I've settled... *She tilts her head*

Why? Do you want to leave?

NO! *He looked up so fast she'd worry for his neck, the snow in his body frenzied*

*She jumped at his volume* No! No, I'm fine...

It was only a question, I'm not asking or telling you to leave... I like having you around

I guess it is... tolerable with you around as well *She blinks before smiling* I appreciate your honesty

*Snowglobe nobs and backs away and she lets him scanning for anything off about him, other than looking a little shaken there weren't any cracks*

Hey, Snowball *He paused and turned back to her* If you need anything you can come to me, okay? *He nodded* You don't have to say anything but I'm here for you

You're stuck with me, Auto *He broke into a grin, light shining just a little bright before he quickly turns and runs off likely to play with Shloop*

[askglassanon]

Dreams

You know there's nothing you can do about it?

*He turns to watch her walk past him, not even looking at him just gently gliding past him*

You'll just come back together *He bites out but a nasty feeling in his gut tells him that he knows that's wrong*

*She smiles at him he knows she does because it feels a little warmer*

Glass... *His hands blizzard, trembling and kicking up the illusionary snow in his body*

*She crouches down in front of him and tilts her head, the confused pattern in her sunglasses glowing in the ominous still life surrounding them* Yeah, Snowball?

Please...

It's not up to me.. *She sounds tired, resigned, his pleas whatever they were can do nothing*

It never was...

*A black hand forms behind her, growing and growing in size. It swings down and he freezes in place as the limb sails towards them*

*He jolts awake and feels cold, the sun's up and the airs warm why is he cold*

*Outside of the tree line he sees Glass cradling a Unicorn, or the subspecies anyway given her insistence proper ones were extinct, to her chest likely an injured one*

*Snowglobe rolls onto his side watching her walking into the light, the tiny equine looks noisy but he's too far to hear either of them*

Glass is a spontaneous being but she's predictable he could practically hear her coo at the animal as she bandaged it.

He'd rather not tell her what he saw.

[askglassanon]

Cracks

Cw/Tw for an extreme lack of self-worth, self-deprecation a little repetition and also spiraling

This is Glass' pov completely and is completely in 2nd person

Nothing.

That is what you see, that is what you hear.

You are a nowhere.

You are back.

Home?

No.

You have no home.

The Living have homes. The dead have resting spots. Spirits have haunts.

You impede.

Too light to sink, too heavy to float away.

Whispers that make something hurt.

It's sickening. Heavy. Far too much.

Too much because you are weak.

You shouldn't think.

Yet thoughts stampede against your wishes.

Wishes that do not matter because they are yours.

Thoughts that should not matter because they are yours.

Should you stop sinking?

Did it make a difference.

You cannot change.

You are nothing.

Everyone knows that but you stubbornly persist.

You waste time

and s p a c e .

Someone, something better is waiting their turn.

You are selfish.

Yet you cannot feel.

Because you are empty.

Endlessly hollow.

Nothing matters to you.

Nothing cares about you.

Yet you remain.

Words shatter.

Its hands break.

Time wears.

You remain.

Pulled back together time and time again.

You never listen.

Change.

Change.

Change.

CHANGE!

There is change.

It is not you...

The light is blinding. Sky, reflects, suns, stars, moons.

The sounds deafening. Winds, waters, beings.

You exist. How shameful.

You reach out. Foolish.

Lost.

Alone.

Worthless.

There is nothing. Nothing for you.

You almost miss it.

The darkness.

It was frightening, painful, familiar.

You belong there.

To be reduced, reused, recycled.

If only...

You cannot be fixed...

You are broken.

That is all.