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“I knew you’d understand”
I didn’t think I’d do anything more with these guys, but I got an idea for it from watching @ask-the-six-human-souls gaster shenanigans. I forgot to mention this last time, cause it wasn’t really relevant I guess, but once the souls have been hit by an attack from the specific amalgamate they are in danger of permanently turning that way if they are hit by another attack from any amalgamate, or if too much time passes before it is treated. Presumably that’s what happened here after the memory head interaction. They couldn’t fix it in time, and the soul changed from white to black. Even away from the amalgamates, it will not go away now. Not until they figure out how to fix it, if they can. Instead of the personalities being separated, Justin still aware of what’s happening albeit very confused because he is stuck in his own mind. The personalities just combine and Justin becomes relatively emotionally detached while keeping his empathy in his own... fucked up way.
Though, still with his issues. Being lost and generally very confused, he tried to find a way to get someone else to understand what’s going on... in his own twisted way. Paxton was just unlucky enough to be one to stay up late at night. It’s easy to separate him from the group, so he brought him down into the true lab in the middle of the night. Since Justin hadn’t shown to be violent previously and just stared blankly at things, he didn’t really see him as much of a threat. I don’t have a name for these versions, so I’ll just call them A. souls. A. Justin can interact with the amalgamates with no ill effects anymore, and took butterflies from Everyman which he then convinced Paxton to take. Normally he’d be suspicious but he trusts Justin, and was too tired to think about where he could’ve gotten them. Since two butterflies attached to the soul, it immediately went permanent and his word magic contorted to sound like Reaper birds- garbled nonsense. Obviously a very painful process but A. Justin was pleased to get someone else to understand. It’s not like anyone would hear it, being that it’s midnight.
A. Paxton can’t communicate well, though A. Justin knows what he’s saying. Even his hand gestures come out as twisted and garbled, though slightly easier to tell then the magic. He also tends to panic more often and the garbled magic turns into loud static.He’s very jumpy and doesn’t seem to be able to see easily. A. Justin isn’t aware how badly he fucked up either. He’s completely oblivious to what he did. All that matters is that he isn’t alone anymore, and someone finally understands.
Surely the others will see it his way, too.
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MCSM Halloween Drabble: Part 1~
Radar trudged through the woods, fallen, dead leaves crunching under his shoes, a pleasant sound to his ears.
He loved walking through the woods during the evening, when everyone was settling down for dinner. The sunset reflected beautifully onto the fall colored leaves, making him smile softly.
It was mighty nice of Jesse to give him a break after all that running around, helping out with preparations for the Halloween Festival. Despite him offering to do more work, Jesse insisted.
The young man sighed, Jesse was so cool.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strange feeling of fatigue washed over Radar, making his eyelids feel rather heavy.
"I didn't realize I was walking for that long," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt," he said, trotting to a large tree and sinking to his rump.
He leaned his head against said tree, his eyes slowly drifting shut, sleep engulfing his entire body.
The sound of a twig snapping awoke Radar from his slumber. The man fluttered his eyes, "hm?" he hummed questioningly, rubbing his eyes once more. He blinked, "how long was I...?" he began, suddenly yelping as his surroundings were engulfed in black.
He couldn't see a single thing. "Oh n- no, I overslept! I- I can't be out here this late!" he stuttered, jumping to his feet. "I gotta get back home!" he squealed, his body beginning to quiver in fear.
Radar's always hated the dark, hated how his eyes would play dirty tricks on him, hated how he felt exposed, and alone.
He had to get back home, but...
"It's... s- so dark," be whimpered, "I can't see anything."
How was he going to get back home?
Another snap of a twig made the young man jump with a squeak.
Then another snap, and another.
"Who's there?" he asked as bravely as he could, his body still shivering.
He squinted his eyes, trying to see the shape of another body through all this darkness.
"I- I don't like this," he whined, "who are you?" he asked again, his eyes now stinging with tears.
Then suddenly, as if answering his prayers, a certain blonde emerged from the dark, his eyes lidded, and his lips pressed to a thin line.
Radar felt loads of relief crash into him, and he grinned, "oh Lukas. I'm so glad it's you," he breathed, his voice shaky. "I didn't realize how late I slept... I tried to- to find some way home, but... it was just so dark. It's just..." he sighed, "I'm so relieved your here."
Lukas didn't reply, nor did his blank expression change.
Radar wrung his hands, "uhm, did Jesse send you?" he asked.
Again, no response from the blonde.
Was Lukas upset?
"I'm sorry if I worried you, Lukas. I swear I was just-," he was cut off as a chuckle slipped from the blonde's lips.
That chuckle then evolved into full blown laughter. Laughter that didn't sound mirthful, but hysterical.
Radar shrunk, "L- Lukas? What's going on?" he asked, cowering away from the guffawing blonde, "wh- why are you laughing?"
Lukas's cries of laughter died down to occasional giggles. "You," he began, a wicked grin splitting his face in two, "have no idea how much fucking danger you're in," he growled menacingly.
"What are you talking about? What danger?" Radar cried.
Lukas scoffed, "ha! I don't need to go into all that. Too much talking," he rumbled, reaching behind his back.
Radar swallowed, backing away, "Lukas, whatever trance you're in, please snap out of it!"
The blonde let out a mocking whine, "why so scared, Radar? I just wanted to show you my new toy," he cooed, pulling out an enchanted glowing axe.
Radar gasped, but not because of the axe, but because of the reddish tint covering the weapon. Lukas murdered someone. Probably someone Radar knew!
Oh, no no no!
Radar had to go.
This wasn't Lukas. And if it was, he was possessed!
He had to let Jesse and the others know.
Without thinking twice, Radar bolted in a random direction, desperate to get back to town, to Jesse.
This was bad.
He picked up the speed as he heard more cries of hysterical laughter, "Radar! Come back, Radar! Play with me, Radar!" Lukas's voice rang out, more laughter following after.
Tears were now flowing from his eyes. He was so scared, so scared.
"Jesse!" he sobbed, wanting to reach the brunette badly.
It was only a matter of time until his possessed friend would catch up to him and make him history.
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THANKS GHOST ADVENTURES I AINT SLEEPING TONIGHT!
I am a huge believer in the paranormal due to an experience i had as a kid where i believe the spirit of my grandmother touched me on my arm. Also as much as I hate to admit this, I once messed with some darker stuff with an ex boyfriend years ago, he was a satanist and we messed with a ouija board. ANYWAY the Ghost Adventures crew captured this on a poloroid and it honestly terrifies me cuz it looks like a fucking clown face and i hate clowns its like one of those theatrical clown masks like a harlequin thats what it reminds me of
The eyes sleep deeply down among the roots and bones. They dream noxious dreams of writhing limbs, of pacts broken by dead men, and of things better lost than found. Some nights they dream in unison, all of them rolling and shuddering in the soil as they strain to draw their shared vision closer to reality. Those nights, he could almost believe that they really do all belong to a single face trapped somewhere beneath the waves, both blind and all-seeing.
Those are the nights when he finally sleeps, nestled high in the branches or curled under some low ledge. The eyes silence every errant shadow on the whole of the isle, all drawn and consumed in their singular effort. Years of the hunt are cast away for a few lonely hours between midnight and dawn. He wakes only when the whispers become a roar again, his ears throbbing and his mind flooded which such noise that he can scarcely form a thought of his own. For seven nights in each month, he finds rest.
Then it’s back to that damned city with its stone towers and cold dungeons and lies upon lies upon lies. He chews bitter leaves and drinks too much. The leaves keep him awake, the drink dulls the ache in his head, and the two combined make it almost tolerable to sit there day after day drowning in whispers so loud that they could shatter glass if they could only leap from his mind and into the waking world. It’s what the eyes would want. Part of him thinks that it’s cruel to deny them something he could easily bring about with a little knife work and spilled blood.
The rest of him, the pieces trying to become more Person than Thing, shudder at the thought.
