How did you end up here? In those apartments? In this other world? Could it really all have been fate?
No. It was all his fault. Ever since you spilt blood on his property, you were in the palm of his hand. He toyed with your reality like it was all just a game to him. You supposed that likely wasn't far from the truth.
How many days had you been running? Every corner you turned brought you face to face with a new monster, difficult to distinguish between friend or foe. Although you suppose you probably didn't look much better at this point. Blood slipped through the cracks of your raincoat, staining the white dress underneath as you fell to your knees. You were so tired. Even if you could keep running, where would you go? All you could see for miles was an ocean of red. And your hunter didn't suffer the same exhaustion you did.
Shade falls over you. Although now that you think about it, was there ever a light source to begin with? Either way, you don't have to raise your head to know that a red umbrella was covering you. Not to mention the telltale static that always managed to make your teeth throb.
He says something incomprehensible.
No, you know this one. It's the same thing he asks for every time he sees you.
"Give name?"
You finally raise your head to look at him. His red hair covered most of his face, but you could still catch a glimpse of his haunting eyes staring at you, unblinking.
You clumsily utter out what you think is the equivalent of "Why?"
"Me like you. You give name, me ??? you."
What was that word again? It was one Mr Crawling used often. Something like... protect.
"Protect you."
Could he really protect you? Judging by the reactions of everyone else here, you were under the impression that he was the one you needed protection from. The voice on the telephone seemed adamant that you not tell anyone your name. But could you really trust that voice? They hadn't led you astray yet.
They also said you would have to make a choice.
All things considered, this is Mr Scarletta's world. Either you refuse and keep running for the rest of your life, or you join Scarletta in his reign of terror. Your crowbar digs into your shoulder, reminding you of your past. When you stop to think about it, you're not so different from Scarletta. Maybe you're even worse.
"Name... Y/n."
His eerie smile grew more than you thought was possible.
"Y/n." He repeats.
His hand is cold and rubbery, not unlike a corpse, as he takes your own. The fact that he was incorporeal when you swung your crowbar at him a few minutes ago nags at the bag of your mind. Your brow creases in annoyance, but if Scarletta notices he doesn't say anything. It really was true that this world was stacked against you.
Scarletta rises to his full height, pulling you up with him. It takes a great deal of effort to force your aching muscles to stretch once more, and your knees nearly buckle again. Amidst your struggle to right yourself, he hands you his umbrella, much to your confusion. Before you can ask why, he scoops you into his arms bridal style. You supposed this was his way of showing that he cared.
Under the cover of the red umbrella, you feel isolated from the rest of the world. Even if that world was only a wasteland of red for right now. Fear grips your throat as you meet his awful eyes. They were even worse up close. Even now, having gotten what he wanted, his expression seemed the same as always. Being so close, the static was almost deafening as it continued to assault your ears. Perhaps these were all traits that you would grow used to in time.
I haven’t been drawing in a while cus my apple pen broke, then I got obsessed with Nubby’s Number factory and THEN I got obsessed with Tomodachi life…But I have a new pen now!!!
Lost Children of the CCC - Part 2, Chapter 1: Uncovering the Truth
He took a deep breath in, then let it go; He’s got this.
He won’t let the Government win.
He won’t let anyone else win.
He won’t let Right’s sacrifice go to waste.
This isn’t the end of the Toppat Clan. He won’t lay down and let this happen to his home.
He’s going to fix this
I personally love re-drawing other's art. I find it fun and exciting, as it brings me a new challenge to use different art styles. Today, I decided to re-draw Redfield from a lovely drawing I've had sitting on my desktop for a while. (Original picture is below mine.)
[image ID: an "it lives in the woods" meme. it's an alignment chart, with the columns "very sexy of me to / can't you see i'm trying to / everything will go to shit if i don't", and the rows "wear a fancy outfit / get in the way / kill". the characters are sorted as follows:
very sexy of me to wear a fancy outfit: stacy
can't you see im trying to wear a fancy outfit: MC
everything will go to shit if i don't wear a fancy outfit: lucas
very sexy of me to get in the way: ben
can't you see i'm trying to get in the way: jocelyn
everything will go to shit if i don't get in the way: noah
very sexy of me to kill: mr red
can't you see I'm trying to kill: mr red
everything will go to shit if i don't kill: mr red
