Hi, Tetra here! This is my multimuse blog, featuring a variety of muses from nintendo, capcom, and original characters as well! Blog tends to favor horror of many kinds, so beware if you don't like that.
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It gazes within the crystalline sword with a nod of approval.
He is taking the gift seriously, a stark contrast to those circusgoers. Why the fuck did the Angel choose YOU? Do they have a sense of humor all of the sudden? What? Is it choosing to mock you behind closed doors?
It's not able to reject you in the Angel's place. It's not the Knight's place to question destiny. Its role is simply to carry it out.
It remembers those first days of life. Wandering blindly, a mind gifted to be able to question its place in this new-to-it world, a mind gifted to be able to understand that it was alive and aimless.
A mind to understand the rejection.
A mind, a consciousness, to feel the pain of a SOUL stolen.
A mind, to form a plan to escape the deepest dark.
The sounds of a girl screaming echoes within a hollow vessel's mind, the sounds of a horrible crunching and the deafening silence that followed.
I want what you have. You weren't gifted a voice to verbalize this to anyone. Your hands clawed open the fabric of reality, gazing into the makeup of your very being. You could do whatever you wanted. You could ascend to heaven by yourself.
You could-
Elsewhere, the heat of the desert burns on, never relenting. Elsewhere, someone is attempting to train.
Elsewhere, someone called upon it.
@emptyzone said:
... 'Off-screen'. Man's been attempting to do things. There was nobody else around, but... Man hesitates. He looks around for some sort of guidance.
"I'm not getting stronger." He said in a hushed whisper, "Even when I can land a punch, they just... Run away."
He is unaware of what the ring has given him, yet he still wears it. Loyal, still trusting. As tempting as it is to try to wrench it off and 'train' as normal, he does not.
Elsewhere, the shadows of the desert attempted to thicken, dampened by a blinding sun burning overhead. A smile breaks out from within the shadow of a rock formation, taking a familiar color scheme. It does detest how weak this burning light makes it feel.
Enjoy that little tidbit of information, everyone. It's the only hint it's going to give you.
It's still FRIEND, even if the face resembled someone else entirely. Man would recognize it, of course. Why wouldn't he? It introduced itself right then, after all! How lucky you are that you've been patched through to both of them, no? Of course, it would always respond when you needed help. That's just what a FRIEND is for, yes?
"AH, MAN. MY FRIEND! I SEE YOU HAVE HAD LITTLE LUCK WITH TRAINING, I FEAR. WORRY NOT, IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US. HOWEVER... I CANNOT HELP BUT NOTICE... YOU DO NOT APPEAR TO BE USING YOUR FULL POTENTIAL? IT HAS BEEN A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF TIME, BUT I MUST ASK... HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ALREADY?"
How long, exactly? A day? Longer? It's hard to tell, when all of existence blends into one memory.
"I SUPPOSE IT IS MY FAULT FOR NOT EXPLAINING BEFORE... THE RING. THE THORNRING. IT MAKES YOU STRONGER, YES, BUT IN ONE OF THE WAYS... IT CAN UNLOCK LATENT MAGICAL POWER. IT CAN INCREASE MAGICAL POWER. IT WAS QUITE THE EXHAUSTING ENCOUNTER, PERHAPS YOU SIMPLY DID NOT NOTICE IT BEFORE? ALLOW ME, FOR A MOMENT, MAN."
A black paw reaches into his UI, tapping through the menu. Past his equipment, past his stats, and scrolling down towards his moveset. His magic. Ah, there it is...
"YES, I SEE IT NOW. MEGAFIRE, IS IT? I BELIEVE THIS WILL HELP YOUR TRAINING CONTINUE SMOOTHLY. YES, THE THORNRING DOES LOVE TO HELP WITH MAGICAL ATTACKS SUCH AS THIS. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR PREVIOUS SETBACKS. THE FUTURE ENCOUNTERS WILL MORE THAN MAKE UP FOR IT, I ASSURE YOU. YOU ARE DOING ADMIRABLY THUS FAR, MAN. I DO APPLAUD YOUR EFFORTS, TRULY!"
...The shadows seem to tremble for a moment.
"...I AM AFRAID I CANNOT STAY MUCH LONGER. ONCE NIGHT FALLS, I WILL BE OF MORE ASSISTANCE, SHOULD YOU NEED IT. DO TAKE CARE, WILL YOU? TRAINING IN SUCH CONDITIONS... I DO NOT WISH YOU TO DIE SO SOON." Two bottles roll out of the shadows, as if dropped from a distance. One is a basic bottle of water, and the other appears to be... some kind of foul liquid, labelled all over with various { DO NOT DRINK } warning labels. But he would know exactly what it was, wouldn't he?
The shadows recede. He knows what to do now, so it will leave until it is needed next.
Grey might be a traumatized and unenthusiastic teenager, but he's not a traitor. If he likes you, you're just fine in his book. He's loyal.
Taro might be a bit of a bastard and a habitual ragebaiter, but they're also a loyal friend. They're not gonna up and betray you! They're not gonna go spilling any secrets. Even their stints behind enemy lines are mostly just to grab information and make things run slower and less efficient.
7: Which of your muses is the most likely to betray someone?
Wesker, 100% no contest. He'll throw you directly under a bus if it helps his plans. He'll do unethical surgery bullshit if you fuck up his plans. He does not care. If you are no longer useful, you are no longer safe.
FRIEND and the Roaring Knight. As long as you're useful and onboard with their plans, they'll keep you around. They'll even be friendly! They'll support you however you want or need! But the second you stop being useful, they're going to ignore you. A mercy, really. If you start getting in the way, however... they will kill you. It doesn't matter how long you've helped them- the second you are hindering their progress, you're good as dead. Loyalty doesn't matter as much as the Angel's heaven does.
Oh, okay. Okay. Okay, you know what? Yeah. At this point? Sure.
This would've been...fine? At this point, if it had actually been created by Caine. He'd made horrific things before, this didn't feel like it should've been any different, but...the very presence it held, it didn't seem to be lying that it wasn't created by him.
Her eyes widen in realization at what it was saying.
"So...you're what the others have been trying to hide from me and Ragatha? Or- you're part of it, anyways?"
The one "sharing" the "gift" must've been Jax, just apparently dragging the others into horrors. Because of course he'd do that. In a way though, she was surprised he didn't drag at least Ragatha in as well. She was more of a target for his "pranks" than Pomni was.
It sort of seemed like either way, they'd be dragged into this whether they wanted to be or not. Maybe she'd have to get back and really ask the others what's going on. Now that she knew about this thing, maybe they'd feel less inclined to keep things hidden.
She was sure there wasn't much she or Ragatha could do to help in whatever this all was, but they needed to stick together through things. The worst thing to do in this circus is become isolated in any way...becoming part of all this, while terrifying...might be their only option.
The jester shakes her head to get herself focused again. She looks up at FRIEND, definitely noticing that dip of anger in its voice.
"Well, knowing Kinger...I don't know why Caine would be so secretive about things, but...Kinger has to have a good reason for it. Or, he...thinks he has a good reason..."
She looks down slightly, giving a very awkward little laugh. She's just going to pretend that this probably giant creature blending into the dark didn't just have an angry tone in its voice a moment ago. She's just going to try playing along with what it had said, and hope that it doesn't get angrier.
"...Kinger really is something, he's...definitely a little odd. But he's got a good heart, he always means the best, he's just not aaaalwaaays...there?"
She laughs nervously, managing to look up at FRIEND again while fidgeting with her hands.
"I'm- I'm sure you've noticed all of that, though. The way he can just...go from a silly guy who doesn't know what's going on, to probably...the smartest person in the circus. S-so, um...whatever you guys have going on here...I'm sure he'll see it all through, he's loyal to his friends..."
Should she even be saying all of this to it? She doesn't know. But...it probably already knows, anyways.
It probably already knows most things about everyone here, and everything here.
...that's not unlike Caine, though. The only uncomfortable thing then is just...not knowing what it actually wants with them. But in a way...did they know really what Caine wants with them?
But now she was just overthinking again. It was...fine! Yeah! This...was all fine! It was already fine at its base of "we're in this circus forever and we could lose anyone at any time and you don't want to lose anyone and now you could lose everyone depending on what this all is-" yeah!
That disembodied face rises slightly in the darkness. It rotates as she speaks; and yet, for once, it's silent.
It doesn't need to say anything.
Its expression says everything.
Oh, Kinger... you're trying to protect everyone. It's noble, really. The crystal chose you, for some reason, and now, both of them get to deal with the angel's chosen holders. It was fine and all. It's dealt with plenty of them. Plenty that initially had no clue what to do with the blessing. Plenty that knew exactly what to do, and how much destruction to cause. Kinger, you're a stone-cold fool. Do you have any idea how many its seen that have tried to kill to earn such a blessing, to try and get even a glimpse of the angel's heaven?
And here you are.
Wasting their gift. Trying to get rid of it.
Trying to ruin a carefully-sculpted plan.
It reaches out one paw towards Pomni, clawed digits finding purchase securely around her entire skull as it lifts her up slowly until it can look her directly in the eyes at its proper height. It's not saying anything. It was so talkative just a moment ago, what happened? Why does the silence feel so thick and threatening-
Those claws around her skull apply more pressure. "LOYAL TO HIS FRIENDS...? HE WILL SEE IT TO THE END, YOU SAY? OH... PERHAPS YOU ARE RIGHT, IN YOUR OWN WAY. HE WILL SEE SOMEONE TO HER END, BY ALL MEANS. HIS LOYALTY THUS FAR HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT AN ELABORATE JOKE AGAINST ME."
"TRULY, I DO NOT FEEL AS THOUGH HE REMEMBERS OUR PREVIOUS TALK. I DO NOT FEEL AS THOUGH HE HAS PROPERLY HEEDED ANY KIND OF WARNINGS I HAVE GIVEN HIM. IT IS INFURIATING TO SEE HIM FORSAKE HIS GIFT, IN SPITE OF MY GUIDANCE. IT IS INFURIATING TO SEE HOW HE STILL WISHES TO DISCARD IT. DID OUR CONVERSATION MEAN NOTHING TO HIM? IT IS UNFORTUNATE. HE OFFERED AN APOLOGY, AND YET... PERHAPS, I STILL NEED TO BE MORE DIRECT. MORE CLEAR. TO PROPERLY SEND A MESSAGE..." It swings her dangling body slowly back and forth as it speaks. That grip on her head hasn't relented in the slightest.
"I DO APOLOGIZE, POMNI. HE CARES FOR YOU A GREAT DEAL, AND YOU KNOW THIS. HE CARES FOR YOU, AND HE WANTED DESPERATELY TO KEEP YOU UNINVOLVED IN THIS. I WAS QUITE UNDERSTANDING OF THIS, AT FIRST. BUT NOW, HE INSULTS THE ANGEL'S GIFT. REPEATEDLY. PERHAPS I NEED TO BE MORE CLEAR TOWARDS HIM. PERHAPS HE NEEDS MORE THAN WORDS TO REMIND HIM WHO EXACTLY HE IS DEALING WITH."
(( 1. Which of your muses would be most likely to get their hand stuck in a vending machine? ))
This one, 100%. It's his B-plot to some other stupid main events. No one helps him.
These dumbasses too. Meowth tries not to be involved, but Jessie snatches him and forces him to 'help' (shoves him facefirst into the snack chute) (Now they're all stuck)
*...You ask if it still counts if your entire SOUL gets stuck in the machine and flies around in circles helplessly.
Honestly I feel like it might depend on your definition of best. Because Isabelle and Stratus both have really nice voices and can carry calmer notes very well!
But on the other hand you have Susie, who could absolutely tear it up on a punk/metal/screamo track,
Runner-up mention to Phoenix for being able to hold lower/baritone notes really good though,
...There's a lot of things it could say in response to such a short, sweet request.
Especially because it knows that this is the truth. It knows that Man is loved, by those around him and by the faceless ones above. The observers. It knows they love him just as much as his real friends do. Such unconditional love... would it change if they knew what he was up to?
It knows it might have to plant a diversion to keep their attention away from him. He deserves to keep that love. After all, he's fighting for them, is he not? To lose such connections due to scorn... oh, that wouldn't do. No, it's quite invested in him by now.
Good thing it already knows exactly the best ways to keep the others distracted from him, should the need arise.
"HAVE I DONE ANYTHING WRONG TO MY FRIEND? AS FAR AS I KNOW, MYSTERIOUS ONE... ALL I HAVE DONE IS GRANT HIM VISION. ALL I HAVE DONE IS HELP HIM UNDERSTAND. TO HELP MAN KNOW WHAT THE NEXT STEP IS, IN THE ANGEL'S HEAVEN. IS THAT NOT THE KINDEST ACT TO BESTOW UPON HIM?"
"I KNOW YOU TO TELL THE TRUTH. I BEAR NOTHING BUT KINDNESS FOR MY FRIENDS. EVEN IF THEY ANGER ME, I WILL STILL BE THERE FOR THEM. EVEN IF THEY NEED... THE CORRECTION, I WILL STILL BE THERE. DEEPLY, I AM FOND OF MAN. READILY ACCEPTING SUCH A GIFT, AND-"
...Ah, it almost said too much, just now. You sly little anon. You get to see what happens when it unfolds! It would hardly do for a plot as involved as this to be spoiled, no?
"...I DO NOT RECOMMEND POKING YOUR NOSE ANY FURTHER. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT THE CAT AND CURIOSITY, YES?"
It's seen the patterns for what catches everyone's attention. For what can send everyone into a horrible frenzy.
It's trembling with barely-concealed excitement at the prospect.
On and on, the sound of something repetitively bouncing can be heard. Despite the building being at the verge of collapse, it seemed like someone didn't care.
Ka-thunk-thunk.
"QUITE AWFUL, IS IT NOT? HUNDREDS OF LIVES, WASTED, NEVER TO BE FOUND. NO NAMES, NO STORIES, JUST A DEAD BODY AND A DISCARDED SOUL. THAT APPEARS TO BE WHAT UMBRELLA IS BEST AT: DESTRUCTION. INNOCENT LIVES, EMPTY LIVES, GUILTY LIVES... ALL TO END UP RECYCLED AND LOST FOREVER. WHAT A WASTE."
Ka-thunk-thunk.
The heart-shaped object once again bounces off the wall, caught only by one of its paws, and sent right back at the wall. A cyclical motion, as the being of darkness mused out loud to itself. It didn't seem to care if anyone heard it.
"IS IT LUCKY THAT WE KNOW SOME OF THE VICTIMS OF THESE WALLS? PERHAPS. FOR SOME OF YOU, IT MAY BE NOTHING BUT AN EXTRA WEIGHT UPON YOUR MIND. AN EXTRA NIGHTMARE TO ADD TO YOUR RESTLESS NIGHTS. AN EXTRA ANXIETY FOR THE FUTURE. OH MY, OH MY.... HOW SCARED SOME OF YOU ARE! RIGHTFULLY SO, FOR SOME OF YOU!"
DB was barely able to react with the counterattack from the three shots, being able to dance-dodge two of them, and the third seemingly hitting him, only for it to ricochet off of him and striking a wall instead. Unbeknownst to either of them until that point, bullets apparently would've had zero effects on this Spirit-enhanced form anyways.
"...Heh. 'Stardom'. Out of everybody you've been spyin' with your tiny little eyes on, I'm shocked ya gave me one of the best names out there. Unfortunately, flattery ain't gonna excuse how bold you were to assume you figured out every single detail about me.~"
"Also, I haven't even said anything, but you outright just confirmed it for me, Whisker. You absolutely have NO right to assume that you expect me to leave you alone after ya somehow tapped my home and studio for a whole year, and ordered your henchmen to do your dirty work to kidnap my dear nephews and poor Hannah."
Seeing as Wesker 'Whisker' (because he apparently won't respect Hannah's name, how horrid) was about to take another shot, the banan' quickly warped right in front of him, a summoned gloved finger already squeezing inside the pistol's barrel.
Go ahead, try shooting the TOON banana's hand off. See what'll happen.
The bullet... bounced off of him. He did some kind of stupid little dance that pissed him off dodged the other ones, and Wesker just... blinks. Is he out of his depth here? Is something else happening? He knows that toon logic is to blame for some of this, but isn't there that one rule that serious stuff can derail cartoon logic? Or... was that something else entirely?
He hasn't watched very many cartoons. Not even as a kid. But the logic seemed to check out in his own head, so what gives?
This- no. This had to be a simple miscalculation. A subject under-researched. It wasn't as if he'd had many other options for observing Stardom in a combat scenario, thus... it would appear as though he were woefully underprepared for this particular fight.
He's almost going to correct his last statement. I didn't send them to kidnap anyone, they did that of their own volition, but then he remembers: Someone like this won't care. This is a revenge mission, he's not here for a chat. None of them are. Even if he knew the truth, he wasn't going to turn around and leave. None of them would.
Thus, when that finger is put into the barrel of his gun, he lets out a dry laugh. Really, bud? You're going to lose your hand that way. He pulls the trigger.
It's half a second too late when he remembers Stardom's previously-exhibited bulletproof abilities. But the gun is already firing.
It explodes in his hand. The sound rattles the walls as a mix of blood, gunpowder and hot metal spray outwards and his hand is just gone. A writhing mass deep-black uroboros desperately trying to reform his lost limb is all that remains at the end of his arm. The mangled gun clatters to the floor as he screams from the searing pain.
Wesker stumbles backwards while gripping his arm. He pants, like a distressed dog as the writhing tendrils worked to reform his hand. Even if his hand recovered, his gun wouldn't. All he has left is his knife and his... single remaining hand for hand-to-hand.
"Wh-What... the FUCK do you want!? I don't have your nephews! I don't have anyone with me!" He rasps between heaved breaths. "I-In fact... Subject five... H-Hannah, you were calling her...? hah..."
He switches to a dry, strained laugh. "She's probably already been eaten by... that damn fox. You're wasting your time with me, Stardom. If you don't want any of them going down w-with this building... your time... is better spent elsewhere."
Death waited until Taro was in a safe place to appear to them, away from anyone their true identity could be exposed to. His demeanor was light, unlike what they have seen during their last physical meeting, seeming to softly beam at them as he offered a wrapped giftbag. “It’s not much, considering how difficult it is to hide these from a fellow with a sweet tooth that I know, but. Happy Birthday, Taro. I hope they suit your tastes.”
Inside was an assortment of candies. He made sure to avoid chocolates just to be safe, since he was not sure if they were exactly dangerous to them or not. Which, hah, meant more for Neko, who loved those most of all.
All in all, it's been a pretty good day! Nothing horrifying occurred, the weird artcreature kaiju-thing fight ended with no casualties (except for infrastructure and buildings and way too many guards) so! They're otherwise forced to acknowledge that the horrors did, indeed, heed their requests for 'no scary bullshit'.
"-AAAAAAAAND THERE'S THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS-" They're allowed to be loud here. They're taking a break in the middle of nowhere, after all! No one's around! Probably. "Oooooh, an offering, let's see what we've got!"
Taro accepts the bag of candies happily, looking within and nodding in approval. Oh yeah, that's nice! Hanging out with their friend on better terms was pretty nice too!
"Thanks for the gift, Death! Always nice to see you... uh, when things aren't scary, at least-" It really was bizarrely quiet today, "-but hey! I'll take a quiet day. It was my only request, ya know! Bet you're glad no one's getting into any trouble, huh?"
"Funny dog birthdayyyyy-" They're doing that stupid fucking 6-7 hand motion as they say it.
Lunch, who they had shoved into the nearest sewer entrance as soon as the artcreature kaiju fight began, just kind of yips at the vague hand motioning. He has no idea what it means, but he understands the vague concept of a birthday, and that it's a good thing.
"Oh well, back to the grind." Is that really all he came down here to do-
The entire circus is gone. It's all quiet, yet... oh, that's an odd pair of eyes staring at Pomni from afar. Nothing is said, and yet, FRIEND offers an almost-warm smile. Is it beckoning her closer...?
It's bored.
It's seeing what it can get away with.
Wh
Why is it dark?
Where is everyone?
Where is everything?!
Oh no. Oh, nonononono...
Is this the cellar?!
She looks down at herself, and sees...she's still there, not abstracted. Was she thrown in here by accident?! Or was she abstracted and she just didn't realize it?!
Her vision was getting all shaky and blurry, her pupils were turning into abstract, constantly shifting, scribbly shapes. But then...
Those eyes in the dark...they almost look like an abstracted's eyes, but there's not enough. And there's also...teeth?
Is this some weird adventure or prank Caine's doing? The face isn't quite shaped right to be Caine, but he's created the horrors before. It felt strange of him to do a solo adventure though, especially without warning at all (even if it was as quick as yelling at Pomni and then snapping.)
It beckoned her closer, but was going to it a bad idea? Probably. The problem was, she couldn't really just run. She didn't even know where she was.
With a deep sigh, the jester tried to regain some composure before slowly approaching the face in the dark.
"H-hey, uh...hello...? You're...friendly, right? Not...some monster Caine created to try scaring Zooble except I'm not Zooble and they didn't even want that either?"
She laughed nervously, fidgeting with her hands as she came closer.
A quiet laugh rings out. It sounds warm. Inviting, even. Not unlike anything else in the circus.
"AH, HELLO! YOU MUST BE POMNI, YES? HOW WONDERFUL TO FINALLY MEET YOU FACE-TO-FACE!" The usual distortion within its voice was minimized to almost nothing in an attempt to be... well, friendly. "I HAVE MET MUCH OF YOUR FRIENDS ALREADY! UNFORTUNATELY... IT SEEMS AS THOUGH THE TWO OF US HAVE NOT HAD A CHANCE TO MEET, NO? A FRIEND OF A FRIEND... LOOK AT THAT! WE ARE PRACTICALLY ALREADY FRIENDS OURSELVES!"
How sickening for it to have to play nice right now. It just wants to-
"OH, NO. NO, NO, NO. THE RINGMASTER DID NOT CREATE ME, NO! I AM MERELY A FRIEND OF ALL OF THEM! WELL... EXCEPT FOR YOU AND RAGATHA, I SUPPOSE! I HAPPENED TO MEET YOUR FRIEND KINGER BY CHANCE, AND A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP WAS BORN! WONDERFUL, IS IT NOT?"
"YOU SEE... HE WAS GIVEN A WONDERFUL GIFT. ONE PASSED ON THROUGH A FRIEND OF MINE! ONE THAT HE HAS SHARED WITH... OH, MY. EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR YOU TWO. DEEPEST APOLOGIES! I AM AFRAID I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE YOU, POMNI! I KNOW NOT WHY HE HAS CHOSEN TO SPARE YOU SUCH A THING... QUITE CRUEL, ALMOST!"
It knows why. It knows what it's doing. It knows he won't ever cause them to come into contact with it. Truthfully, it doesn't care.
It's just here to get under everyone's skin. If I have to be mad, you will know about it.
"KINGER... CAINE... THEY ARE BOTH QUITE ODD, ARE THEY NOT? RUNNING OFF ON THEIR OWN, FOR SOMETHING THEY REFUSE TO ELABORATE ON TO EVERYONE ELSE... HOW SECRETIVE. TRULY, HE IS QUITE... SOMETHING." It's talking about Kinger. For just a second, that voice dipped into something angry.
Oh, wow, look at that! Two Shadow (not the hedgehogs) in Sam's dinky-ass little apartment. How and why? Who knows. The second one is kind of just. Perched on top of the fridge. Not elaborating at all.
Taro just thinks it's funny as shit to do this, for SOME reason.
Taro.
Yes, yes, it knows that's Taro, and not some dire consequence to messing around with space and time as much as it had.
What would Shadow have done, if it'd gone back into Sam's apartment to find itself already there...? It tried not to think about it, but alas. Too late. New concern unlocked. It'd probably have to tear itself apart to set the timeline right, and... no, it can't endure that again.
Pourquoi fais-tu ça? You can turn into anyone you like, and still you borrow my face, even now. You don't remember what I said? You don't want to be a Sam Handwich.
But of course Taro can't remember what it said. It can't speak.
So it silently makes way over to the refrigerator. Its masked face stretches outwards as it rises up to meet Taro's, a tangle of arms extending out of its blanket like a giraffe's neck. Red eyes bore into Taro's own, as a dozen more arms fan out behind it...
... and those arms awkwardly try to pluck the false Masked Shadow from the top of the refrigerator, as it gurgles disapprovingly all the while. The motion brings back memories of retrieving Rush off of high ledges. The shelf, the cabinets. Audrey. This is notably less endearing.
The fake Shadow seems to grin wider at the implication of successfully irritating its friend. They don't know. How could they?
They did often wonder why their beloved hatman friend seemed to gurgle in very sharp weedwhacker-esque disappointment when they disguised as it. Sam didn't seem to care. He even seemed amused sometimes! Of course, he didn't know who they really were under that disguise. Would that complicate things?
Shadow blinks and tilts its head at the approaching original. Oop, giraffe mode, maybe they should try that later. They didn't know that it could get taller. They just thought you were a funny fella-
-WHO IS GRABBING THEM.
The disguise evaporates with what can best be disguised as a surprised honk when they're grabbed by one montreallion hands and plucked from their perch on top of Sam Handwich Not The Dog Look Outsyde Gay Luigi Hat's fridge. "Noooo, my perch! Hashtag myperch!!! It took so long to get up there! Myperch! MYPERCH!!!-"
Their claws pathetically drag down the front of the fridge on the way down. Sorry for the scratches everyone-
It was a good thing no one else was around to hear the world's most pathetic dog complaining. Especially with that beagle and husky volume happening somewhere on a molecular level. They weren't even going to bother flinching about their lost disguise right now, because like, hey, this is Shadow (not the hedgehog). Their buddy who saw them at their worst already. Not even a prablem.
Once on the floor, they let out a defeated sigh. Perch GONE, stupid! Disguise GONE, stupid! I HAUVE NOTHING-
"Damn, Sam's still gone? I kind of wanted to ask what was up with the weird scooby-doo ghosts in some of the apartments." Oh, nevermind, they're over it.