#reanimated arc

[aburningpinetree]

[yoj know what im not waiting for my asks back MABEL UPON YOU.]

[she is approaching,, and she has her hands behidn her back. ohhh what could she haveeeee,,]

[ @shootingstars-and-pineteees ]

(..Even after so many years, Scape still knows how to sense the malicious air emanating from a mischiveous sibling.

...What is she planning..)

What are you doing.

[aburningpinetree]

(A numbness washes over them.

They're going to have to see Stardust(the.. other one, that they'd kind of just been annoying online for fun) today.

Scape doesn't know what to do. Normally they have a plan, plot details, script encounters cleverly to elict the exact response they're looking for.

But that was- Was out of malice. ...Do they really want to hurt him, again? They've done it so many times, are they doing it again just to feel something familar, to do something that they know how to do?

They don't know, they don't know!! And they hate it, that feeling of uncertainty- No, weakness. It crawls into their brain and tugs tugs t ug s

at so meth ing they don't wa nt to rem ember.

For a moment, he recalls dancing-

..Why are they so hesitant? They know this song and dance already, why is everything so different?

Is it because they have what they wanted? A body? Is it because-

...No. No, it doesn't matter.

The play will begin again, as it always does.)

[aburningpinetree]

youve been domesticated!! its true!!

nothing wrong with a little domestication— after all, youre comfortable, no?

(Yeah, they're.. Relatively comfortable, this is the safest they've felt in.... A long time. But)

It's not domestication. Stop calling it that. It's- It's dehumanizing! I'm- I'm a person, I'm real.

(.. They're struggling to breathe.)

I'm real.

[aburningpinetree]

hows life going for you, house cat?

^ because youve been domesticated

I HAVE NOT.

I’m not an ANIMAL!! You can’t ‘domesticate’ me!

…. but life is fine.

[aburningpinetree]

[something— no, someONE is here.]

[they— she. its a she. she looks around, spooked as a baby deer, until she spots]

"scape?"

[ @shootingstars-and-pinetrees ]

(they immediately tense up. They'd been trying to sleep, lying down on their pelt while using the plushie they'd been given as a pillow, inside a cave they'd found.

scape knows their name is being spoken. the voice is familar, too, but.. they don't trust it. They sit up, pressing their back against the wall, like a caged animal with nowhere left to go.)

[aburningpinetree]

...daaamn

someone went feraaaal

(.. another voice. they opt to ignore this one, but they still seem tense, even as they sucessfully catch something, some kind of local rodent, likely mutated by the nightmare realm as well.

they bring it back to a little crevice they found, and crawl inside, laying down as they chew.)

[aburningpinetree]

well, well, look at you!

liking the new style, scape!

(at the sound of a voice, they tense, their neck feathers puffing up. their head lifts, gaze darting around to look for the source. they seem.. out of it. their eyes are glazed over, distant, with no real goal behind them.

… they probably can’t respond right now.)

[aburningpinetree]

(they're floating, caught in the ebb and flow around them, letting themselves be swept away by the rushing water around them. they are content to be thoughtless, gracefully turning to avoid harsh currents. All around them is warm, despite them subconciously knowing the water should be cold.

their peace is broken by a call, from above the ice. instinctively, Scape knows its time to return home. they feel for an opening, and when their head breaks above the water-

they are thrust into darkness. Scape feels warm, still. but this time the warmth is confining, and they blindly fumble around, peeling away a coat of fur, light shining through. ... they're wearing a pelt? .... no, they're not just wearing it. It's theirs.)