#traquenard

[vinylespassion]

Phil Interlandi, 1957.

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Arky, I can agree with you. With all do respect the extra eyes give off a certain je ne sais quoi.

On another note: Muffet isn't giving you too much trouble is she?

- @traquenard

She’s as energetic as I’d expect from a kitten her age, but she and The Detective are friends! And they are adorable! The two of them brought down a passerby together and I was very proud of them 💕

[johnbordel]

The Ugly Truth of Ugliness

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[The tall lady walks in calmly, smelling of Spiders and insulin. Her voice is shaky, The Archivist can tell something is wrong.]

[They take a seat, wrapping two pairs of hands on the seat, and another pair gripping the table, the other pair fidgeting and meticulously fixing up Traquenard's hair.]

Statement of Traquenard, regarding its first love. Statement taken direct from subject, Friday, 15th of February, 2022.

...He was nice. Nice to me, nice to Little Miss Muffet. You would've loved him, Arky. Funny, caring, protective. And then he was taken away.

I suppose that's why I chose to fall into Mother's grasps in Greenland. Because of Her. She took him away from me. Ruined everything I had. I hate her.

Marigold was so special to me. He was my girlfriend, my friend, the one person I could count on. We could count on each other. We DID count on each other. Then She took him just before rent was due. I know she planned it like that. Took away my girlfriend, the one I loved. I couldn't afford rent, I couldn't afford food without Marigold. He payed for it all, and I cooked and cleaned the apartment. It was a little oldstyle but it was what we did.

Then Adelaide took him. She took him from me like it was nothing. And I couldn't do anything but watch. I knew something was wrong when she was the only one operating on him. It was just a simple amputation. Just a slice right above the ankle, cover it up so it heals, then we'd be ready for the recovery and we could be together again.

Then, as I was watching her put down the bonesaw, she looked directly at me and plunged her hand into his chest. and ripped out his heart. I tried to run. To call for help. To get out of there before I was next. But the door handles were burning hot and practically melting. I was trapped in there. She watched sadistically. Then she started fucking laughing. Like Marigold's life was nothing. And then she threw his fucking heart at the window and I passed out. When I woke up I was being loaded into an ambulance by a firefighter. I had gotten a bad concussion, couldn't remember anything about what happened.

The doctor said that in a few days I could go home. So on that day I left with nearly nothing to my name, found my apartment, Little Miss Muffet was curled on a couch alone Adelaide decided to take Every Single Thing away from me. I'm so glad I gave my neighbour, Sue, a spare key for emergencies. She had been feeding Muffet while I was gone. Then the landlord — I think his name was Arthur or something? — kicked me out. Sue took me in for as long as she could afford, then one night she solemnly told me she couldn't feed me and Muffet any longer. I understood.

[Traq starts breaking down into tears.]

Muffet and I wandered for years. Sleeping in the back of vans, under the roots of giant trees. Then one day we found an abandoned apartment building. We lived there, taking in the homeless children, living in peace and calmness. And one day, 3 years after I found that apartment building, I found this place...

End statement.

-@traquenard

Thank you for your statement :)

You have not been here much lately. May I ask what prompted you to come back? You look terrible :)

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Oh Arkyyyyy! I brought you ssme presents! As you know, The Cult of the Lightless Flame aren't my biggest fans right now, so they keep sending people after me. But they fail to realise that I may not be able to take them all at once, but I am fully capable of taking them down one by one.

In this process I have procured multiple books and toys! I can't bring them all in today, but I have brought a few that I thought may be useful to you.

First we have this gas heater. Not very good for the environment, but eh. You win some you lose some. However, this gas heater isn't your normal everyday one, no! I think it might either be an "urn" for a cult member, or it actually is an artefact. You see, whenever you turn it on, it starts to leak wax! It's Really Fucking Hot. I put it on the lowest setting and it melted everything in my fridge. I placed it in the sitting room!

The next is a copy of a Phoenix Wright fanfic! Well... sort of. It's in this little plastic bag at the moment. You see it's like a phoenix. It grows up, it gets old, it dries out, then it combusts! Then it becomes a baby again. Except in this case it's a book and it just gets bigger. No clue what's inside it though because I'm not risking it.

Next we have something I think they stole from The Circus. I tried to return it to my friend there, but alas, its use has passed. It's a little mask, quite well made. The face on it seems rather familiar, doesn't it Arky? That's because whoever wears it will, eventually, get their facial skin absorbed by the mask! Then of course the mask takes its form.

Lastly we have something I'm rather fond of. Another book. It's from the 1900s and it's titled "Smoking and its Benefits" by an author I can't quite remember. You see, I saw the name before the cult member burnt it out of the leather. It's a normal book, save for the infinite supply of tobacco that will manifest whenever you read it. Of course you will be compelled to roll a cigarette. After your third or second, you will feel a stabbing pain in both lungs and your lungs will slowly fill up with your insides. I believe this one may be touched by Mother, the unattended candle, and The Buried

- @traquenard

What a bounty! Very generous of you, thank you. I’ll put these all in secure spots in artifact storage.

Awww, I see Little Miss Muffet is very glad to see you! She’s an absolute dear, but sometimes she goes around meowing achingly, and I think she’s looking for you… still, she’s eating well and being nice and social when she’s not in a melancholy mood. And her webs are getting much better, the weaving is nearly good enough for proper entangling now!

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Well, Archivist. I suppose I should elaborate on the intricacies on Mother's plans for me. She is a kind and caring mother to me. I am fed whenever I wish and kept out of the path of some rather "spicy" Avatars. However, Mother does not do this for free, as you already know. She has given me the gift of mimicry, a wondrous thing when you want others to go along with your plans. I do quite enjoy toying with others watching them prance around thinking they are helping a loved one or someone they know. And before you say it, The Circus does play into this as well. I suppose that explains why my plans tend to be more eccentric than others. But I digress. Nobody truly has the power to decide whether they will help their friend or not. That decision is up to me and I shall choose whatever hurts them more. I think that about sums it up. I thank you for your assistance archivist. And remember: You may Watch and See and Know, but Mother's plans will forever grow.

“The decision is up to me”

Oh, my. I’m sure.

You asked for a name, here’s a few to try on for size:

Lure, Traquenard, Ruse, Marionette.

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Hello, Archivist! I've pondered your words and that got me almost face to face with Mother! I do quite thank you for that experience. It was rather exhilarating. I hope you've enjoyed the statements I've sent your way! I'll see you whenever Mother has brought me some more food to share. :)

P.S. Still working on a name as I do suppose that Ev doesn't quite fit anymore does it? Any ideas, friend?

Exhilarating is a word for it, I suppose. A fitting one, I’ll even admit. As for a name, well, that’s quite a wide field… why don’t you tell me more about the kind you’d like, and I can try my hand at a few suggestions.

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Cannibalism warning

It seems I have an affinity for these walls, Archivist. This is the 3rd or 4th time I have been here, I believe. Well, I am simply here to provide you my with a snack. I believe I am an avatar for The Hunt or The Eye, much like yourself. You see (pun intended), I enjoy people watching, but I am also not patient enough to sit and watch. I like the more interactive experiences. I like to follow and watch, occasionally I'll corral some into certain experiences to see how they react and I feel so fulfilled when someone knows that they are being followed, but they do not know who. As well as my experiences that you have already heard of, I believe I may also be marked by The Flesh and The Spiral. My connection to The Flesh isn't evident, but I can feel a connection to it that I cannot seem to explain. And my connection to The Spiral is easy. My proportions seem normal to everybody else but whenever I look at myself I am too long, too thin, to stretched to be human from my point of view. Thank you for your time, Archivist.

Interesting! To tell you the truth, I sense a hint of Mother’s touch, as well, with the way you like to pull strings and make stories happen already.