#yelling creature

[fridaycarnage]

he looks like an angry airpod

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

I have no fucking idea what I'm doing and the year's already ending. This is it ig.

Outfit idea by @/TheSkechy

[scaryforkidsdotcom]

yelling creature .

[shanlonwrites]

I might trust my partner a little too much (he pranked me real good)

I am going to share with you how Partner managed to scare me worse than I have probably ever been scared in my life tonight using our new smart TV. 

We splurged on the new TV about a month ago. Partner is an avid player of video games, and I also enjoy playing. We also love to watch movies. So, we got a fancy new TV - first one we’ve ever bought for ourselves! - with Smart features. Like airplay. 

We’ve been enjoying using the airplay function to set up those ambient soundscape videos from YouTube. Lately it’s been background holiday music while we tidy up/have company over. Sometimes YouTube videos, Game Grumps, my costube/art videos. Background sounds. 

Tonight we opted for Netflix and watched Sister Act. Partner had never seen it before, so I was happy to show him one of my comfort films. By the time Sister Act ended, we had both more or less drifted into doing our own things, as is our habit. Partner was doing some banking/organizing some stuff on Steam. I was noodling around on my laptop doing whatever. Ignoring the TV, Netflix decides we should definitely follow up Sister Act with a viewing of Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit, and carries on. Partner has work early in the morning, so he goes to get ready for bed. 

I’m sitting happily in the living room, serenaded by the sweet sounds of Whoopi Goldberg, barely paying attention. Suddenly Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit cuts out and black and white interference lines start playing, accompanied by garbled audio. The time tracker at the bottom pops up and indicates there is about an hour and some odd left of... whatever this was supposed to be. 

We just finished listening to The Lovecraft Investigations podcast from the BBC, so garbled audio is pretty closely associated in my head with creepy crawlies. I go tell Partner what’s up. 

“It’s really weird,” I say, standing outside the bathroom, “It’s like, old TV static. I don’t know what happened to Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit. Now it’s on the airplay screen." Something starts to click. “You think one of the neighbours tried to play something to our TV by accident and it freaked out?” 

“That is weird,” says Partner helpfully, “Maybe.” 

I am a trusting person. Especially of Partner.

I should rethink this.

I go back to the living room. The TV is still innocently displaying the airplay screen. I go back to noodling on my computer in silence, no longer thinking anything of it. 

The little fake Christmas tree with its fibre optic lights blinks softly in the background. The cat is asleep on his pillow on the chair. I drift back into my own stuff. 

Then, out of nowhere, it is as if a portal to my nightmares opens before me in the form of a super-sleek Smart TV. 

A grotesque, distorted figure appears from the blackness, its human features mushed into some vague semblance of a face. The lumpy, uneven shape of its skull constricts like putty into an unnaturally long neck. Its eyes roll wildly. Its mouth gapes. It yells in a ghastly monotone:

“NnnnnooooOOOOOOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

I feel like I have been pushed off a ledge and am in free-fall. I want Away from this thing. I have seen the face of God, and it is horrible. I throw my laptop down on the couch and run. 

“Oh my God no! Nope! No way, no way, no way,” I yell, as I run across the living room, through the kitchen, and down the hallway to the bedroom at the far end of the apartment. 

Something is sticking in my mind. I am aware that someone is fucking with me. I am aware this is not a missive from the old ones, or ghosts, or an alien communique. In my mind I am thinking: one of our neighbours, or someone on the street outside out flat, or someone far away on the internet, has hacked our TV and is fucking with me.

But isn’t that, in itself, just a little bit horrific?

And it is then, as I pass the bathroom, where Partner is preparing for bed, on my way to the safety of our bedroom, that I hear cackling. 

Partner is losing his shit.

And, slowly, I start to put the pieces together. 

I double back from the bedroom and sit on the floor in the hall across from the bathroom door, huddled in a ball, waiting for Partner to emerge. 

After a minute or two, his laughter calms and he emerges from the bathroom to see me shaking in a ball outside the door. His demeanour changes and he kneels down to look in my face and confirm that he has not, in fact, just ended our relationship. 

“Oh my God, sweetie, I am so sorry!” he says, still chuckling. “It was me! I’m sorry!”

“Why would you choose that!” I cry, “I was sitting in the quiet and then the TV started yelling at me!”

“What did I play?” 

Turns out, he had been looking for a creepy video to scare me with, but wanted to preview it first to make sure it wouldn’t hit too hard, because he does like what we’ve got going and doesn’t feel like sleeping on any couches. But his phone went right to airplay. When I make him look at the video himself, he covers his mouth with his hand and laughs again for a while. 

“Oh no.”

“Yeah,” I confirm. I am still shaking at this point, and we are back in the living room. He watches the video on the TV and loses it again. I’m laughing, too, by this point, because I mean. Come on. 

“It’s really funny,” I’m telling him, reassuring him that I am not going to leave him over this, “I mean you saw your opportunity. You took it. That weird glitch thing earlier had me on edge already.”

He stops and looks at me sympathetically. “Sweetie. It was all me.” 

I look back at him, puzzled. 

“I played the interference earlier. All of it was me. Nothing is wrong with our TV.” 

And that’s how I learned I am too trusting. 

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

@saskatchewan353 transfem yeller comes out to her parents, who are scared of her for a different reason

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

[noisettesgfandwifenojoke]

they slither around like a fucking slug I'm loving this character already and I've only started hyperfixtating on them