Oct 9, 2021
two new chapteeerrrrs :333
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33599977/chapters/85522804
Taglist (plus people who'd prob like it :3) under the cut :
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two new chapteeerrrrs :333
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33599977/chapters/85522804
Taglist (plus people who'd prob like it :3) under the cut :
Babblebrook 🌾
Characters from Goodnight Moon's Babblebrook series cosplayed in Love Nikki - Part One!
The Herbologist :
Prologue: Blurry
His head hurt, he didn't know where he was going or why he was going there, everything was blurry, literally or not, his body was on autopilot.He was high, very high... He could feel the wind against his face. It was cold. Strong. And yet it was more like a draft.Telling him that the room was not entirely closed.
He wobbled.
Caught himself against the wall.
His side was hot. Too hot. It was also slimy.Like many other places on his body.
Liquid dripped from his nose.
Had he hit himself? Or perhaps he had fallen?
That thought disappeared a moment later, as it did every time he tried to remember.
Blurry.
He walked along the wall, looking for the draft.
Something drew him in.
Its freshness?Perhaps...
The stone of the room was cold, mossy, but he felt it was well carved. Good craftsmen had built this place. Whatever it was.
His legs were beginning to bend.
He could feel the weight of his body.
The warmth of his breaths.
His slowness.
How could he have gotten so high, in this state?
It didn't matter.
Anyway, it was like all of them.
Blurry.
There was no point in remembering.
Since it was impossible...
Then he got there.
The draught.
A small window.
He knew it.
It had left a bigger imprint on his memory than the rest of the place.
Good or bad?
Good.
For him.
Bad.
For someone else.
Why?
Blurry...
Less blurry.
Shapeless patches of colour like the rest, certainly.
Sounds, indistinct as when the head is under water, like the rest, it's true.
But two words.
Two words.
The only ones he heard.
From the lips of this person, now a stain of colour.
"Be careful"
...
Too late.
Something snapped.
His muscles froze.
Then...
The wind.
More than a draft.
The wind.
The earth.
The shock.
The water.
Sounds going from indistinct to non-existent.
But most of all.
The blood escaping at medium speed from his head and mixing with the river.
(you get that earlier cause I'm proud of it X3)
Once you get this you must share five random facts about yourself and pass it on to your ten favorite followers :)
1) I am uber flexible. Like, uber. I can touch my toes to my nose coming around the back of my head.
2) I'm terrified of being alone in life. Also, of dying and not having anyone remember me.
3) When I was little I always thought that when you put a movie on, the actors were transported into the television and acted out the movie live.
4) I don't eat meat. I haven't for quite a few years.
5) Sometimes, when it's late at night but I can't sleep, I'll hide in my closet and think about scaring myself. I'll make scenarios in my head.
I'm a freak, now you know!!