#mondaybcrn

[green-army-soldier]

( @mondaybcrn​ )

Benny had set out with the other agents to investigate rumors in the outskirts of a certain Eastern seaboard city. The area was a marshland known as Slaughter Swamp, a place with a dark, supernatural history. While there were many stories of ferocious animals and of the area being a popular dumping ground for organized crime, the most interesting was of the man-beast who supposedly lived there. A being of immense size and strength that healed with incredible speed and would tear apart and devour anything or anyone that wandered into its lair. At first, the team had believed the being to be a Wendigo, creatures they had encountered before. But the facts didn’t add up. The way the being was described, it had more in common with the Monster of Frankenstein than a Wendigo: a big, muscular undead man. Another aspect was that the being in Slaughter Swamp was said to be at least ten feet tall or taller, even the Wendigo King the team had once faced hadn’t been quite that huge.

The nature of the information made the team curious as to whether the being might be another gamma mutate who was having trouble adjusting to their new existence. The only way to find out would be to explore the swamp. They set off in groups of two, with Benny heading off with Rick. They had been keeping their eyes out, with Rick being his usual chatty self, up until he wasn’t. Benny looked to see that his teammate was gone. He began searching for Rick, calling out to him and to his other teammates, though he found no reply. He grew concerned and frustrated. One of his first big missions with the team and he had already managed to get himself separated and lost.

[jp-todd-rp]

@mondaybcrn - ''Miss our game nights, big guy. How're you and pup-pup doing?''

[cetacian]

" Whale lady looks sad. Grundy doesn't like seeing sad faces. Can Grundy help?" (Mondaybcrn) (One day he's homicidal the next he's adorable. XD)

Grace turned suddenly to see Grundy. Her first instinct was to be wary. After all, She had just barely escaped with her life the first time they met. Though she knew she had been the instigator in that case, fearing that others might be hurt and that it was better for him to take his rage out on her instead. She watched Grundy carefully, he didn’t seem like he was trying to trick her. She spoke quietly, frowning sadly.

“I... I’m not sure. I thought you hated me. Wanted to kill me.”

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

@mondaybcrn sent: “ "Grundy sorry." ”

John stared at the zombie’s contrite expression, his eyes so ablaze that one could have reasonably be worried about being incinerated by the heat of that glare.

“Yeh soz,” he echoed, voice flat and yet cutting. The rage couldn’t be heard, but it was clear from the magician’s expression that it was there, hidden under the surface and ready to explode. “He’ fuckin’ soz!”

Throwing his hands in the air, Constantine turned in his heels and took a few steps away, because the urge to throw a ball of hellfire at Grundy was getting stronger and stronger with every minute that passed.

He hadn’t minded that unexpected visit to his temporary American residence, namely a shitty two-room flat in the suburbs of New York. The two of them were almost friends by now, and John valued his mates, especially the ones who were very hard to die.

What he had not appreciated, though, had been Grundy snooping around his stash of ingredients and magical artifacts and choosing to munch on an extremely rare plant, one that was no extict on the Mortal Plane, that he had got after a slow, very painful trade with a Fae.

Breathe, old son, breathe.

“Do yeh gots th’ fuckin' faintest idea o’ woh yeh did there, decidin’ to get yeh snack outta me bloody stuff?!”

[archaievist]

@mondaybcrn (X)

The zombie let out a curious rumble deep in his throat as he heard the tiny shuffles of a baby scooting around. He looked down and saw a teeny tiny Arthur making ‘uppy’ motions, wanting to be lifted.

The huge zombie smiled, chuckling. He loved kids, and he had a lot of experience with wrangling little rugrats. with the utmost gentleness, he hooked his pinky into the baby’s clothes and lifted him up into his hand.

He brought the baby close to his face, smiling.

“ Hello baby. Grundy missed you. Let’s find mommy and daddy, okay?”

Arthur giggles as he’s lifted from the ground. The little thing is just as fearless as his mother, if not more so. He slaps his hands excitedly against Grundy’s palm and gurgles.

He wiggles around to get comfortable before snuggling into his large hand, ready to so searching for his parents.

[archived-brokentoys]

@mondaybcrn​  :  /  /  *  GRUNDY  !

" Is....is Puzzle-man happy to be friends with Solomon Grundy? Grundy loves his friends....he worry though he too scary and scare friends away.

Not like.....looking like giant monster all the time...."

“ But of COURSE I am ! I’m very happy. The more friends, the better ! ” Edward then reached to gently pat the zombie on his back. He shortly then laughed, his head shaking. “ No, no... you don’t scare me. In fact, not much scares me at all ! As long as you’re not ‘ hungry, ’ you’re like a friendly, huggable giant ! ”

[12thlevel]

@mondaybcrn​ said " Grundy think you handsome." 

To say this is strange is an UNDERSTATEMENT. He has no idea how to respond to this... creature.

Especially since he was expecting to be smashed into paste.

    “... Thank you?”

[starsmuserainbow]

[[ @mondaybcrn​ | Continued from here.]]

Grundy was nearly 10 feet tall and built like a solid wall of undead muscle and armor-like skin. Even his bones were as dense as concrete…..and nearly as difficult to break.

He could fully destroy an entire city in a very bad mood, but was thankfully pretty happy to meet someone new. Especially someone new who was nice to him.

“ Star…..fire. Pretty name. Grundy like you. Your hair red like fire.”

"I thank you!” She giggled to the compliment, and bowed a little.

“I like you as well, Grundy!” Even if that was simply based on that he seemed nice enough, and was clearly as willing to make a new friend her as she was. “Are you on the way to or from the city?” She had only moments before passed a city, after all (though she hadn’t stopped to check where exactly she was), so it was usually safe to assume that people were on their way from one city to another. Then again, this probably wasn’t a normal ‘meeting a person’. “Or, perhaps you are here to escape from the busyness of the city?”