{And suddenly his arms are around your middle and you are off the ground. Before A.P. can properly react, Malachi is already walking him to his bedroom with S.S. and T.A.}
{You are set down on the bed next to the other two. And Malachi sits down aswell. He doesn't speak for a while.}
I uhm .. I dunno how to explain it without sounding insane .. ahahhahahaa .. but uhm . I think I died a little bit ? Atleast , I hurt like I did .
{I am nawt typing allat. Anyway, Malachi explains what happened with the weird dream realm. He leaves out the candy drug part though. It's a little clear what he seeks, comfort, yet he's very bad at actually asking for it.}
Now, I Do want your Relationship to Work. Malachi isn't.. the Smartest when it comes to Dating. Shit, he might not even Fully Realize the Two.. er, the Four of ya'll are datin.
Just. Stay with Him. He Ain't used to Anyone Wantin to Love him for Him.
Behavioral Analysis of SCP-115327 and SCP-115327-A
After reviewing several hours of archived broadcasts, I've noticed a pattern that is difficult to ignore.
Protective Behavior:
I have repeatedly observed SCP-115327 placing itself in danger to assist others. During Incident 115327-Ice, it willingly sacrificed a hand while attempting to stop a spreading anomalous phenomenon from reaching nearby individuals. At no point did it appear concerned with the consequences to itself.
Self-Neglect:
What concerns me most is the degree to which SCP-115327 disregards its own well-being. During the same incident, it continued attempting to comfort and assist others despite suffering catastrophic blood loss. It eventually collapsed only because its body physically could not continue.
Fear of Abandonment:
Several broadcasts suggest that SCP-115327 experiences significant emotional distress when ignored or rejected by individuals it cares about. Strangely, rejection appears to affect it more deeply than physical injury.
Emotional Attachment:
I've observed SCP-115327 form strong emotional attachments unusually quickly. It frequently uses affectionate language toward associated entities and appears genuinely invested in their well-being.
Host Persona Instability:
While SCP-115327 normally presents itself as energetic and cheerful, prolonged stress causes visible cracks in the persona. During these moments I hear frustration, fear, anger, and exhaustion that it normally works very hard to conceal.
The more I listen to these broadcasts, the less convinced I am that the cheerful radio host is a mask. I believe the persona is genuine. The problem is that it is exhausting itself by trying to maintain it constantly.
Threat Assessment
Officially, I am listing SCP-115327-A is the primary threat associated with the broadcasts. Unofficially, I believe the situation is more complicated.
After reviewing every recorded SCP-115327-A manifestation, I've noticed that nearly all hostile behavior is triggered by perceived threats toward SCP-115327. The entity is possessive to an alarming degree, but it is also consistently protective. That does not necessarily make it safe.
SCP-115327-A has repeatedly referred to SCP-115327 as "my vessel," "mine," and "my toy." I have found no evidence that it views SCP-115327 as an equal. Whether its protection stems from affection, ownership, obsession, or something else entirely still remains unclear.
What worries me is the power imbalance. SCP-115327 appears willing to negotiate, compromise, and forgive. SCP-115327-A does not. Current evidence suggests that SCP-115327 acts as a stabilizing influence on SCP-115327-A.
Some information in these notes has been taken from a brief interview with SCP-115327 conducted by myself, supervised by Dr. Evans. I hope to interview SCP-115327-A soon, SCP-115327 mentioned the possibility of establishing communication for me. My full report will be done soon, I believe getting a handle on this situation before it becomes a Keter-level event is extremely important.
I am recording the following statement as a personal note rather than an official conclusion:
I do not believe SCP-115327 is being protected from the world by SCP-115327-A, despite how protective SCP-115327-A may act.
I believe the world is being protected from SCP-115327-A by SCP-115327.
{He says that yet he doesn't seem upset. Infact, he looks.. wary of something. He seems forcibly moved out of the way of the knife by some unseen force.}
/Well well! Someone is after MY vessel? How CRUDE! Tell me. Who is your boss? I want a WORD with them!/
{Malachi seems more upset that some of his equipment is freezing then the fact he's being targeted by you.}
/YOU. You should learn not to TOUCH what isn't YOURS. This one is MINE, not yours. Choose a different soul for your .. CRUDE rituals! This one is MINE./
{Malachi seems disappointed for what might happen next. Seems he's dealt with being targeted before by something.}
.. Somehow I think you KNEW what It meant by that . Whatever .
{It's deity doesn't speak up again, but you have the feeling that It's still there. Anyway, Malachi cringes as he sees that the ice will not stop spreading. He flinches worse as he tosses a bottle of.. some chemical smelling liquid on the ice. It probably won't fuck up his radios as much as the ice would.}
So . ORIGINALLY , that was AIMED for ME . YOU wanted to turn ME to ICE ?
... So . You wanted ME as a STATUE . Because I am .. COLORFUL ? Or is there more of a REASON ?
{He looks a bit more scared now that the ice has reached the floor. Their on the second floor of his home, of his studio. If it has reached the floor it might have already reached the ceiling of the first floor. Fuck, he has to figure out how to stop it fast. He sees a bottle with the label 'be' something, as the rest of the label is completely faded. Fuck it, that can't hurt to try.}
Besides ! I think I can be a LOT more FUN and COLORFUL when NOT a STATUE !
{Malachi seems.. less inclined to keep his nice host like persona the more the ice is taking over the room.}
{He grabs two bottles, one of acetone and the other has a faded label that says 'tur.....ne'. Those two things can't fucking hurt worse then the ice has.}
{The yelling from downstairs immediately removes any amount of relief he felt from getting the ice to melt.}
What the FUCK did YOU do ?!
{He doesn't even know if Elysium had done anything, but Malachi didn't care, or have the patience to ask. They shove past Elysium forcefully, uncaring if they were a very powerful person for a bit.}
{He practically jumps down the stairs with how fast he runs. He frantically searches for T.A. , S.S. , and A.P.}
{Malachi speaks, much nicer and calmer then before with Elysium. He walks closer, inspecting the ice to see if it was spreading, if it was, hes kinda certain he could remelt it like he did upstairs. }
{And then he hears the narrator speak, and tenses ever so slightly. One problem at a time. He can argue with a narrator later. Right now he needs to make sure S.S. is gonna be okay, and then find T.A. and P.A.}
{Fuck. S.S. has an icicle in her head, A.P.'s arm is frozen and they aren't moving. And he doesn't even know WHERE T.A. is! Great. The ice doesn't seem to be spreading though.}
A.P. , it'll be OKAY , hun , PROMISE .
{..that narrator is getting on his nerves. He forcibly ignores them as he looks around for T.A. He thinks of how he's gonna melt the ice on all of them. He doesn't remember the exact chemicals, but he's fairly certain it was something, turpentine, and acetone.}
{Malachi seems relieved T.A. doesn't have any ice on him. Good. Now he needs to focus on the other two and ignore the narrators.}
Okay, I THINK I know how to MELT the ice, I will be right BACK , okay ?
{Malachi speaks as he quickly enters a closet to the right. Okay. Acetone.. turpentine.. and something that begins with a 'be'... benzene? What even is that? Whatever. He hopes that's right. He mixes them in a bucket, ignoring the chemical smell.}
Okay .. Let's hope that works !
{He says quietly, as he goes back to S.S. and A.P. he focuses on A.P.'s arm first, gently and slowly dousing the frozen arm in the mixture, as he doesn't know how it'll react to their paint body..}
{Malachi freezes so hard he almost dropped the bucket. Fuck. Another problem. Okay, so no more ice on A.P., which is GOOD, but now their arm is GONE. And they are still silent and still. Malachi slowly stands up fully.}
Uhm . A.P. ? I am SO sorry about your arm ! But .. atleast the ice isn't there anymore ..?
{Malachi spoke, hoping for a response, but he couldn't wait long. He needed to help S.S. too. He gently took the ice from her head and dunked it in the mixture along with his own hand. He kinda forgot the mixture was probably toxic to skin. Whatever. He needed the ice gone before it could spread again.}
{What else was he expecting? It's a slurry of random chemicals. Of course it's toxic. He just.. didn't expect his hand to fucking dissolve. Well, that's a problem, but not the biggest one. Cause T.A. is still crying, A.P. isn't talking, and S.S. isn't either. Yay. Malachi quickly stands up, noticing that his wrist, where the hand got dissolved at, was bleeding. A lot. His blood looked., colorful. Like his hair. Well, no time to care for that.}
S.S. are you gonna be okay ? What else can I do ?
{Despite speaking to S.S. it was clear the question was meant for all three of them. Malachi didn't know what to do anymore. The ice was gone, sure, but the three were clearly shaken up and Malachi couldn't stop yet.}
{He nods, and rushes to T.A. first as he hides the wound in his jacket. No need to alarm T.A. anymore. He already knows A.P. doesn't have anymore ice, but he still needs to check on them after T.A. . Luckily S.S. seems okay now. He stops and keels before T.A.}
Hey , baby , it'll be okay , baby . I promise . It's all over now .
{He speaks, slowly and gently. And also ignoring Elysium upstairs. Goddamn why haven't they left yet ?!}
{Malachi speaks, suddenly aware of the amount of blood he's loosing. Blues, greens, and reds stain the jacket, but Malachi tries not to focus on that.}
{Okay, now A.P. Malachi stands and feels himself get dizzy. He ignores it. He goes for A.P.}
A.P. hun , it's okay . I'm real sorry about your arm , but I really didn't want to risk the ice spreading all across you . It's okay now , it's all gone . We can .. we can help you regrow your arm , right ?
Hun . Baby . I would really LOVE to believe you , but you don't .. sound so sure of that .!.
{Malachi speaks, voice rising in something other then anger, his voice also sounds a little squeaker then usual. The colorful blood is seeping much further and quickly down his jacket it's starting to hit the floor. Malachi forcefully ignores it. He will be fine.}
{However, before Malachi could speak another word, their eyes roll back, and his body rag dolls to the floor, landing with a thud onto the solid wooden floor. That's gonna be a headache later.}
{His hand comes out of their jacket when he falls, revealing his missing hand, and the stump that bleeds such colorful blood. As pretty as it is, Malachi seemingly has lost so much blood that he passed out..}
{Malachi has yet to move, but he is still breathing. The bleeding has stopped for the most part. He looks.. strangely calm and peaceful at rest. It might take hours before he wakes up. And you can see the beginning of a bruise forming on the right side of his face from where he hit the floor. He probably has more bruises under his clothes.}
{It seems Malachi would rather ignore his own problems to make sure the three of you were okay. Makes you wonder what else he does that with.}
{A little while after T.A. draws him a new hand, he wakes up. The almost blinding headache hits first as he opens his eyes. He recoils, his non-injured hand covering his eyes for a bit as he adjusts to being awake and.. wait why can he feel both his hands.? He quickly sits up and realizes that T.A. must have drawn him a new hand. How sweet of him. But had he had enough ink to do that? Malachi quickly looks around the room, and notices he's still in his bloody clothes. Yuck.}
Oh ! Yeah , of course ! I'll be fine ! More importantly , are you ? I see you've drawn me a new hand , thank you ! But did you have enough ink for that ? I really would prefer if you didn't get sick for me !
{Malachi speaks, seemingly more worried for T.A. then he is for himself. He takes his jacket and shirt off, a little more relieved now that the bloody clothes aren't on him anymore. His torso and arms have big bruises from when he fell.}
Huh ? OH ! No , I'm fine ! I do really appreciate your concern but I kinda have a few things I need to check BEFORE I can actually relax ! Ahahaha ..!
{Malachi speaks, grateful that someone cares for him.. but.. he can't relax yet. He needs to make sure S.S. and A.P. are okay. Sure, both of them are adults, and can take care of themselves, but they had gotten ice on them, and A.P. had seemed really shaken up. So did T.A...}
{Malachi begins to get up, going to his closet and getting a rather brightly patterned button up.}
So, you drew me a new hand ? I REALLY can't thank you enough !
{He speaks, shirt finally on, and he gives T.A. a kiss on the cheek.}
Now , if you'll excuse me , I'd like to go check on our friends .
{He asks, both hands cupping T.A.'s face. Sure, the artist hadn't been hit by the ice, but he was here when it happened. And he had seemed so.. scared. Malachi felt a bit.. guilty for not thinking of him first.}
{He says that yet he doesn't seem upset. Infact, he looks.. wary of something. He seems forcibly moved out of the way of the knife by some unseen force.}
/Well well! Someone is after MY vessel? How CRUDE! Tell me. Who is your boss? I want a WORD with them!/
{Malachi seems more upset that some of his equipment is freezing then the fact he's being targeted by you.}
/YOU. You should learn not to TOUCH what isn't YOURS. This one is MINE, not yours. Choose a different soul for your .. CRUDE rituals! This one is MINE./
{Malachi seems disappointed for what might happen next. Seems he's dealt with being targeted before by something.}
.. Somehow I think you KNEW what It meant by that . Whatever .
{It's deity doesn't speak up again, but you have the feeling that It's still there. Anyway, Malachi cringes as he sees that the ice will not stop spreading. He flinches worse as he tosses a bottle of.. some chemical smelling liquid on the ice. It probably won't fuck up his radios as much as the ice would.}
So . ORIGINALLY , that was AIMED for ME . YOU wanted to turn ME to ICE ?
... So . You wanted ME as a STATUE . Because I am .. COLORFUL ? Or is there more of a REASON ?
{He looks a bit more scared now that the ice has reached the floor. Their on the second floor of his home, of his studio. If it has reached the floor it might have already reached the ceiling of the first floor. Fuck, he has to figure out how to stop it fast. He sees a bottle with the label 'be' something, as the rest of the label is completely faded. Fuck it, that can't hurt to try.}
Besides ! I think I can be a LOT more FUN and COLORFUL when NOT a STATUE !
{Malachi seems.. less inclined to keep his nice host like persona the more the ice is taking over the room.}
{He grabs two bottles, one of acetone and the other has a faded label that says 'tur.....ne'. Those two things can't fucking hurt worse then the ice has.}
{The yelling from downstairs immediately removes any amount of relief he felt from getting the ice to melt.}
What the FUCK did YOU do ?!
{He doesn't even know if Elysium had done anything, but Malachi didn't care, or have the patience to ask. They shove past Elysium forcefully, uncaring if they were a very powerful person for a bit.}
{He practically jumps down the stairs with how fast he runs. He frantically searches for T.A. , S.S. , and A.P.}
{Malachi speaks, much nicer and calmer then before with Elysium. He walks closer, inspecting the ice to see if it was spreading, if it was, hes kinda certain he could remelt it like he did upstairs. }
{And then he hears the narrator speak, and tenses ever so slightly. One problem at a time. He can argue with a narrator later. Right now he needs to make sure S.S. is gonna be okay, and then find T.A. and P.A.}
{Fuck. S.S. has an icicle in her head, A.P.'s arm is frozen and they aren't moving. And he doesn't even know WHERE T.A. is! Great. The ice doesn't seem to be spreading though.}
A.P. , it'll be OKAY , hun , PROMISE .
{..that narrator is getting on his nerves. He forcibly ignores them as he looks around for T.A. He thinks of how he's gonna melt the ice on all of them. He doesn't remember the exact chemicals, but he's fairly certain it was something, turpentine, and acetone.}
{Malachi seems relieved T.A. doesn't have any ice on him. Good. Now he needs to focus on the other two and ignore the narrators.}
Okay, I THINK I know how to MELT the ice, I will be right BACK , okay ?
{Malachi speaks as he quickly enters a closet to the right. Okay. Acetone.. turpentine.. and something that begins with a 'be'... benzene? What even is that? Whatever. He hopes that's right. He mixes them in a bucket, ignoring the chemical smell.}
Okay .. Let's hope that works !
{He says quietly, as he goes back to S.S. and A.P. he focuses on A.P.'s arm first, gently and slowly dousing the frozen arm in the mixture, as he doesn't know how it'll react to their paint body..}
{Malachi freezes so hard he almost dropped the bucket. Fuck. Another problem. Okay, so no more ice on A.P., which is GOOD, but now their arm is GONE. And they are still silent and still. Malachi slowly stands up fully.}
Uhm . A.P. ? I am SO sorry about your arm ! But .. atleast the ice isn't there anymore ..?
{Malachi spoke, hoping for a response, but he couldn't wait long. He needed to help S.S. too. He gently took the ice from her head and dunked it in the mixture along with his own hand. He kinda forgot the mixture was probably toxic to skin. Whatever. He needed the ice gone before it could spread again.}
{What else was he expecting? It's a slurry of random chemicals. Of course it's toxic. He just.. didn't expect his hand to fucking dissolve. Well, that's a problem, but not the biggest one. Cause T.A. is still crying, A.P. isn't talking, and S.S. isn't either. Yay. Malachi quickly stands up, noticing that his wrist, where the hand got dissolved at, was bleeding. A lot. His blood looked., colorful. Like his hair. Well, no time to care for that.}
S.S. are you gonna be okay ? What else can I do ?
{Despite speaking to S.S. it was clear the question was meant for all three of them. Malachi didn't know what to do anymore. The ice was gone, sure, but the three were clearly shaken up and Malachi couldn't stop yet.}
{He nods, and rushes to T.A. first as he hides the wound in his jacket. No need to alarm T.A. anymore. He already knows A.P. doesn't have anymore ice, but he still needs to check on them after T.A. . Luckily S.S. seems okay now. He stops and keels before T.A.}
Hey , baby , it'll be okay , baby . I promise . It's all over now .
{He speaks, slowly and gently. And also ignoring Elysium upstairs. Goddamn why haven't they left yet ?!}
{Malachi speaks, suddenly aware of the amount of blood he's loosing. Blues, greens, and reds stain the jacket, but Malachi tries not to focus on that.}
{Okay, now A.P. Malachi stands and feels himself get dizzy. He ignores it. He goes for A.P.}
A.P. hun , it's okay . I'm real sorry about your arm , but I really didn't want to risk the ice spreading all across you . It's okay now , it's all gone . We can .. we can help you regrow your arm , right ?
Hun . Baby . I would really LOVE to believe you , but you don't .. sound so sure of that .!.
{Malachi speaks, voice rising in something other then anger, his voice also sounds a little squeaker then usual. The colorful blood is seeping much further and quickly down his jacket it's starting to hit the floor. Malachi forcefully ignores it. He will be fine.}
{However, before Malachi could speak another word, their eyes roll back, and his body rag dolls to the floor, landing with a thud onto the solid wooden floor. That's gonna be a headache later.}
{His hand comes out of their jacket when he falls, revealing his missing hand, and the stump that bleeds such colorful blood. As pretty as it is, Malachi seemingly has lost so much blood that he passed out..}
{Malachi has yet to move, but he is still breathing. The bleeding has stopped for the most part. He looks.. strangely calm and peaceful at rest. It might take hours before he wakes up. And you can see the beginning of a bruise forming on the right side of his face from where he hit the floor. He probably has more bruises under his clothes.}
{It seems Malachi would rather ignore his own problems to make sure the three of you were okay. Makes you wonder what else he does that with.}
{A little while after T.A. draws him a new hand, he wakes up. The almost blinding headache hits first as he opens his eyes. He recoils, his non-injured hand covering his eyes for a bit as he adjusts to being awake and.. wait why can he feel both his hands.? He quickly sits up and realizes that T.A. must have drawn him a new hand. How sweet of him. But had he had enough ink to do that? Malachi quickly looks around the room, and notices he's still in his bloody clothes. Yuck.}
Oh ! Yeah , of course ! I'll be fine ! More importantly , are you ? I see you've drawn me a new hand , thank you ! But did you have enough ink for that ? I really would prefer if you didn't get sick for me !
{Malachi speaks, seemingly more worried for T.A. then he is for himself. He takes his jacket and shirt off, a little more relieved now that the bloody clothes aren't on him anymore. His torso and arms have big bruises from when he fell.}
Huh ? OH ! No , I'm fine ! I do really appreciate your concern but I kinda have a few things I need to check BEFORE I can actually relax ! Ahahaha ..!
{Malachi speaks, grateful that someone cares for him.. but.. he can't relax yet. He needs to make sure S.S. and A.P. are okay. Sure, both of them are adults, and can take care of themselves, but they had gotten ice on them, and A.P. had seemed really shaken up. So did T.A...}
{Malachi begins to get up, going to his closet and getting a rather brightly patterned button up.}
So, you drew me a new hand ? I REALLY can't thank you enough !
{He speaks, shirt finally on, and he gives T.A. a kiss on the cheek.}
Now , if you'll excuse me , I'd like to go check on our friends .
{He says that yet he doesn't seem upset. Infact, he looks.. wary of something. He seems forcibly moved out of the way of the knife by some unseen force.}
/Well well! Someone is after MY vessel? How CRUDE! Tell me. Who is your boss? I want a WORD with them!/
{Malachi seems more upset that some of his equipment is freezing then the fact he's being targeted by you.}
/YOU. You should learn not to TOUCH what isn't YOURS. This one is MINE, not yours. Choose a different soul for your .. CRUDE rituals! This one is MINE./
{Malachi seems disappointed for what might happen next. Seems he's dealt with being targeted before by something.}
.. Somehow I think you KNEW what It meant by that . Whatever .
{It's deity doesn't speak up again, but you have the feeling that It's still there. Anyway, Malachi cringes as he sees that the ice will not stop spreading. He flinches worse as he tosses a bottle of.. some chemical smelling liquid on the ice. It probably won't fuck up his radios as much as the ice would.}
So . ORIGINALLY , that was AIMED for ME . YOU wanted to turn ME to ICE ?
... So . You wanted ME as a STATUE . Because I am .. COLORFUL ? Or is there more of a REASON ?
{He looks a bit more scared now that the ice has reached the floor. Their on the second floor of his home, of his studio. If it has reached the floor it might have already reached the ceiling of the first floor. Fuck, he has to figure out how to stop it fast. He sees a bottle with the label 'be' something, as the rest of the label is completely faded. Fuck it, that can't hurt to try.}
Besides ! I think I can be a LOT more FUN and COLORFUL when NOT a STATUE !
{Malachi seems.. less inclined to keep his nice host like persona the more the ice is taking over the room.}
{He grabs two bottles, one of acetone and the other has a faded label that says 'tur.....ne'. Those two things can't fucking hurt worse then the ice has.}
{The yelling from downstairs immediately removes any amount of relief he felt from getting the ice to melt.}
What the FUCK did YOU do ?!
{He doesn't even know if Elysium had done anything, but Malachi didn't care, or have the patience to ask. They shove past Elysium forcefully, uncaring if they were a very powerful person for a bit.}
{He practically jumps down the stairs with how fast he runs. He frantically searches for T.A. , S.S. , and A.P.}
{Malachi speaks, much nicer and calmer then before with Elysium. He walks closer, inspecting the ice to see if it was spreading, if it was, hes kinda certain he could remelt it like he did upstairs. }
{And then he hears the narrator speak, and tenses ever so slightly. One problem at a time. He can argue with a narrator later. Right now he needs to make sure S.S. is gonna be okay, and then find T.A. and P.A.}
{Fuck. S.S. has an icicle in her head, A.P.'s arm is frozen and they aren't moving. And he doesn't even know WHERE T.A. is! Great. The ice doesn't seem to be spreading though.}
A.P. , it'll be OKAY , hun , PROMISE .
{..that narrator is getting on his nerves. He forcibly ignores them as he looks around for T.A. He thinks of how he's gonna melt the ice on all of them. He doesn't remember the exact chemicals, but he's fairly certain it was something, turpentine, and acetone.}
{Malachi seems relieved T.A. doesn't have any ice on him. Good. Now he needs to focus on the other two and ignore the narrators.}
Okay, I THINK I know how to MELT the ice, I will be right BACK , okay ?
{Malachi speaks as he quickly enters a closet to the right. Okay. Acetone.. turpentine.. and something that begins with a 'be'... benzene? What even is that? Whatever. He hopes that's right. He mixes them in a bucket, ignoring the chemical smell.}
Okay .. Let's hope that works !
{He says quietly, as he goes back to S.S. and A.P. he focuses on A.P.'s arm first, gently and slowly dousing the frozen arm in the mixture, as he doesn't know how it'll react to their paint body..}
{Malachi freezes so hard he almost dropped the bucket. Fuck. Another problem. Okay, so no more ice on A.P., which is GOOD, but now their arm is GONE. And they are still silent and still. Malachi slowly stands up fully.}
Uhm . A.P. ? I am SO sorry about your arm ! But .. atleast the ice isn't there anymore ..?
{Malachi spoke, hoping for a response, but he couldn't wait long. He needed to help S.S. too. He gently took the ice from her head and dunked it in the mixture along with his own hand. He kinda forgot the mixture was probably toxic to skin. Whatever. He needed the ice gone before it could spread again.}
{What else was he expecting? It's a slurry of random chemicals. Of course it's toxic. He just.. didn't expect his hand to fucking dissolve. Well, that's a problem, but not the biggest one. Cause T.A. is still crying, A.P. isn't talking, and S.S. isn't either. Yay. Malachi quickly stands up, noticing that his wrist, where the hand got dissolved at, was bleeding. A lot. His blood looked., colorful. Like his hair. Well, no time to care for that.}
S.S. are you gonna be okay ? What else can I do ?
{Despite speaking to S.S. it was clear the question was meant for all three of them. Malachi didn't know what to do anymore. The ice was gone, sure, but the three were clearly shaken up and Malachi couldn't stop yet.}
{He nods, and rushes to T.A. first as he hides the wound in his jacket. No need to alarm T.A. anymore. He already knows A.P. doesn't have anymore ice, but he still needs to check on them after T.A. . Luckily S.S. seems okay now. He stops and keels before T.A.}
Hey , baby , it'll be okay , baby . I promise . It's all over now .
{He speaks, slowly and gently. And also ignoring Elysium upstairs. Goddamn why haven't they left yet ?!}
{Malachi speaks, suddenly aware of the amount of blood he's loosing. Blues, greens, and reds stain the jacket, but Malachi tries not to focus on that.}
{Okay, now A.P. Malachi stands and feels himself get dizzy. He ignores it. He goes for A.P.}
A.P. hun , it's okay . I'm real sorry about your arm , but I really didn't want to risk the ice spreading all across you . It's okay now , it's all gone . We can .. we can help you regrow your arm , right ?
Hun . Baby . I would really LOVE to believe you , but you don't .. sound so sure of that .!.
{Malachi speaks, voice rising in something other then anger, his voice also sounds a little squeaker then usual. The colorful blood is seeping much further and quickly down his jacket it's starting to hit the floor. Malachi forcefully ignores it. He will be fine.}
{However, before Malachi could speak another word, their eyes roll back, and his body rag dolls to the floor, landing with a thud onto the solid wooden floor. That's gonna be a headache later.}
{His hand comes out of their jacket when he falls, revealing his missing hand, and the stump that bleeds such colorful blood. As pretty as it is, Malachi seemingly has lost so much blood that he passed out..}
{Malachi has yet to move, but he is still breathing. The bleeding has stopped for the most part. He looks.. strangely calm and peaceful at rest. It might take hours before he wakes up. And you can see the beginning of a bruise forming on the right side of his face from where he hit the floor. He probably has more bruises under his clothes.}
{It seems Malachi would rather ignore his own problems to make sure the three of you were okay. Makes you wonder what else he does that with.}
{A little while after T.A. draws him a new hand, he wakes up. The almost blinding headache hits first as he opens his eyes. He recoils, his non-injured hand covering his eyes for a bit as he adjusts to being awake and.. wait why can he feel both his hands.? He quickly sits up and realizes that T.A. must have drawn him a new hand. How sweet of him. But had he had enough ink to do that? Malachi quickly looks around the room, and notices he's still in his bloody clothes. Yuck.}
Oh ! Yeah , of course ! I'll be fine ! More importantly , are you ? I see you've drawn me a new hand , thank you ! But did you have enough ink for that ? I really would prefer if you didn't get sick for me !
{Malachi speaks, seemingly more worried for T.A. then he is for himself. He takes his jacket and shirt off, a little more relieved now that the bloody clothes aren't on him anymore. His torso and arms have big bruises from when he fell.}
{He says that yet he doesn't seem upset. Infact, he looks.. wary of something. He seems forcibly moved out of the way of the knife by some unseen force.}
/Well well! Someone is after MY vessel? How CRUDE! Tell me. Who is your boss? I want a WORD with them!/
{Malachi seems more upset that some of his equipment is freezing then the fact he's being targeted by you.}
/YOU. You should learn not to TOUCH what isn't YOURS. This one is MINE, not yours. Choose a different soul for your .. CRUDE rituals! This one is MINE./
{Malachi seems disappointed for what might happen next. Seems he's dealt with being targeted before by something.}
.. Somehow I think you KNEW what It meant by that . Whatever .
{It's deity doesn't speak up again, but you have the feeling that It's still there. Anyway, Malachi cringes as he sees that the ice will not stop spreading. He flinches worse as he tosses a bottle of.. some chemical smelling liquid on the ice. It probably won't fuck up his radios as much as the ice would.}
So . ORIGINALLY , that was AIMED for ME . YOU wanted to turn ME to ICE ?
... So . You wanted ME as a STATUE . Because I am .. COLORFUL ? Or is there more of a REASON ?
{He looks a bit more scared now that the ice has reached the floor. Their on the second floor of his home, of his studio. If it has reached the floor it might have already reached the ceiling of the first floor. Fuck, he has to figure out how to stop it fast. He sees a bottle with the label 'be' something, as the rest of the label is completely faded. Fuck it, that can't hurt to try.}
Besides ! I think I can be a LOT more FUN and COLORFUL when NOT a STATUE !
{Malachi seems.. less inclined to keep his nice host like persona the more the ice is taking over the room.}
{He grabs two bottles, one of acetone and the other has a faded label that says 'tur.....ne'. Those two things can't fucking hurt worse then the ice has.}
{The yelling from downstairs immediately removes any amount of relief he felt from getting the ice to melt.}
What the FUCK did YOU do ?!
{He doesn't even know if Elysium had done anything, but Malachi didn't care, or have the patience to ask. They shove past Elysium forcefully, uncaring if they were a very powerful person for a bit.}
{He practically jumps down the stairs with how fast he runs. He frantically searches for T.A. , S.S. , and A.P.}
{Malachi speaks, much nicer and calmer then before with Elysium. He walks closer, inspecting the ice to see if it was spreading, if it was, hes kinda certain he could remelt it like he did upstairs. }
{And then he hears the narrator speak, and tenses ever so slightly. One problem at a time. He can argue with a narrator later. Right now he needs to make sure S.S. is gonna be okay, and then find T.A. and P.A.}
{Fuck. S.S. has an icicle in her head, A.P.'s arm is frozen and they aren't moving. And he doesn't even know WHERE T.A. is! Great. The ice doesn't seem to be spreading though.}
A.P. , it'll be OKAY , hun , PROMISE .
{..that narrator is getting on his nerves. He forcibly ignores them as he looks around for T.A. He thinks of how he's gonna melt the ice on all of them. He doesn't remember the exact chemicals, but he's fairly certain it was something, turpentine, and acetone.}
{Malachi seems relieved T.A. doesn't have any ice on him. Good. Now he needs to focus on the other two and ignore the narrators.}
Okay, I THINK I know how to MELT the ice, I will be right BACK , okay ?
{Malachi speaks as he quickly enters a closet to the right. Okay. Acetone.. turpentine.. and something that begins with a 'be'... benzene? What even is that? Whatever. He hopes that's right. He mixes them in a bucket, ignoring the chemical smell.}
Okay .. Let's hope that works !
{He says quietly, as he goes back to S.S. and A.P. he focuses on A.P.'s arm first, gently and slowly dousing the frozen arm in the mixture, as he doesn't know how it'll react to their paint body..}
{Malachi freezes so hard he almost dropped the bucket. Fuck. Another problem. Okay, so no more ice on A.P., which is GOOD, but now their arm is GONE. And they are still silent and still. Malachi slowly stands up fully.}
Uhm . A.P. ? I am SO sorry about your arm ! But .. atleast the ice isn't there anymore ..?
{Malachi spoke, hoping for a response, but he couldn't wait long. He needed to help S.S. too. He gently took the ice from her head and dunked it in the mixture along with his own hand. He kinda forgot the mixture was probably toxic to skin. Whatever. He needed the ice gone before it could spread again.}
{What else was he expecting? It's a slurry of random chemicals. Of course it's toxic. He just.. didn't expect his hand to fucking dissolve. Well, that's a problem, but not the biggest one. Cause T.A. is still crying, A.P. isn't talking, and S.S. isn't either. Yay. Malachi quickly stands up, noticing that his wrist, where the hand got dissolved at, was bleeding. A lot. His blood looked., colorful. Like his hair. Well, no time to care for that.}
S.S. are you gonna be okay ? What else can I do ?
{Despite speaking to S.S. it was clear the question was meant for all three of them. Malachi didn't know what to do anymore. The ice was gone, sure, but the three were clearly shaken up and Malachi couldn't stop yet.}
{He nods, and rushes to T.A. first as he hides the wound in his jacket. No need to alarm T.A. anymore. He already knows A.P. doesn't have anymore ice, but he still needs to check on them after T.A. . Luckily S.S. seems okay now. He stops and keels before T.A.}
Hey , baby , it'll be okay , baby . I promise . It's all over now .
{He speaks, slowly and gently. And also ignoring Elysium upstairs. Goddamn why haven't they left yet ?!}
{Malachi speaks, suddenly aware of the amount of blood he's loosing. Blues, greens, and reds stain the jacket, but Malachi tries not to focus on that.}
{Okay, now A.P. Malachi stands and feels himself get dizzy. He ignores it. He goes for A.P.}
A.P. hun , it's okay . I'm real sorry about your arm , but I really didn't want to risk the ice spreading all across you . It's okay now , it's all gone . We can .. we can help you regrow your arm , right ?
Hun . Baby . I would really LOVE to believe you , but you don't .. sound so sure of that .!.
{Malachi speaks, voice rising in something other then anger, his voice also sounds a little squeaker then usual. The colorful blood is seeping much further and quickly down his jacket it's starting to hit the floor. Malachi forcefully ignores it. He will be fine.}
{However, before Malachi could speak another word, their eyes roll back, and his body rag dolls to the floor, landing with a thud onto the solid wooden floor. That's gonna be a headache later.}
{His hand comes out of their jacket when he falls, revealing his missing hand, and the stump that bleeds such colorful blood. As pretty as it is, Malachi seemingly has lost so much blood that he passed out..}
{Malachi has yet to move, but he is still breathing. The bleeding has stopped for the most part. He looks.. strangely calm and peaceful at rest. It might take hours before he wakes up. And you can see the beginning of a bruise forming on the right side of his face from where he hit the floor. He probably has more bruises under his clothes.}
{It seems Malachi would rather ignore his own problems to make sure the three of you were okay. Makes you wonder what else he does that with.}
{A little while after T.A. draws him a new hand, he wakes up. The almost blinding headache hits first as he opens his eyes. He recoils, his non-injured hand covering his eyes for a bit as he adjusts to being awake and.. wait why can he feel both his hands.? He quickly sits up and realizes that T.A. must have drawn him a new hand. How sweet of him. But had he had enough ink to do that? Malachi quickly looks around the room, and notices he's still in his bloody clothes. Yuck.}
{He says that yet he doesn't seem upset. Infact, he looks.. wary of something. He seems forcibly moved out of the way of the knife by some unseen force.}
/Well well! Someone is after MY vessel? How CRUDE! Tell me. Who is your boss? I want a WORD with them!/
{Malachi seems more upset that some of his equipment is freezing then the fact he's being targeted by you.}
/YOU. You should learn not to TOUCH what isn't YOURS. This one is MINE, not yours. Choose a different soul for your .. CRUDE rituals! This one is MINE./
{Malachi seems disappointed for what might happen next. Seems he's dealt with being targeted before by something.}
.. Somehow I think you KNEW what It meant by that . Whatever .
{It's deity doesn't speak up again, but you have the feeling that It's still there. Anyway, Malachi cringes as he sees that the ice will not stop spreading. He flinches worse as he tosses a bottle of.. some chemical smelling liquid on the ice. It probably won't fuck up his radios as much as the ice would.}
So . ORIGINALLY , that was AIMED for ME . YOU wanted to turn ME to ICE ?
... So . You wanted ME as a STATUE . Because I am .. COLORFUL ? Or is there more of a REASON ?
{He looks a bit more scared now that the ice has reached the floor. Their on the second floor of his home, of his studio. If it has reached the floor it might have already reached the ceiling of the first floor. Fuck, he has to figure out how to stop it fast. He sees a bottle with the label 'be' something, as the rest of the label is completely faded. Fuck it, that can't hurt to try.}
Besides ! I think I can be a LOT more FUN and COLORFUL when NOT a STATUE !
{Malachi seems.. less inclined to keep his nice host like persona the more the ice is taking over the room.}
{He grabs two bottles, one of acetone and the other has a faded label that says 'tur.....ne'. Those two things can't fucking hurt worse then the ice has.}
{The yelling from downstairs immediately removes any amount of relief he felt from getting the ice to melt.}
What the FUCK did YOU do ?!
{He doesn't even know if Elysium had done anything, but Malachi didn't care, or have the patience to ask. They shove past Elysium forcefully, uncaring if they were a very powerful person for a bit.}
{He practically jumps down the stairs with how fast he runs. He frantically searches for T.A. , S.S. , and A.P.}
{Malachi speaks, much nicer and calmer then before with Elysium. He walks closer, inspecting the ice to see if it was spreading, if it was, hes kinda certain he could remelt it like he did upstairs. }
{And then he hears the narrator speak, and tenses ever so slightly. One problem at a time. He can argue with a narrator later. Right now he needs to make sure S.S. is gonna be okay, and then find T.A. and P.A.}
{Fuck. S.S. has an icicle in her head, A.P.'s arm is frozen and they aren't moving. And he doesn't even know WHERE T.A. is! Great. The ice doesn't seem to be spreading though.}
A.P. , it'll be OKAY , hun , PROMISE .
{..that narrator is getting on his nerves. He forcibly ignores them as he looks around for T.A. He thinks of how he's gonna melt the ice on all of them. He doesn't remember the exact chemicals, but he's fairly certain it was something, turpentine, and acetone.}
{Malachi seems relieved T.A. doesn't have any ice on him. Good. Now he needs to focus on the other two and ignore the narrators.}
Okay, I THINK I know how to MELT the ice, I will be right BACK , okay ?
{Malachi speaks as he quickly enters a closet to the right. Okay. Acetone.. turpentine.. and something that begins with a 'be'... benzene? What even is that? Whatever. He hopes that's right. He mixes them in a bucket, ignoring the chemical smell.}
Okay .. Let's hope that works !
{He says quietly, as he goes back to S.S. and A.P. he focuses on A.P.'s arm first, gently and slowly dousing the frozen arm in the mixture, as he doesn't know how it'll react to their paint body..}
{Malachi freezes so hard he almost dropped the bucket. Fuck. Another problem. Okay, so no more ice on A.P., which is GOOD, but now their arm is GONE. And they are still silent and still. Malachi slowly stands up fully.}
Uhm . A.P. ? I am SO sorry about your arm ! But .. atleast the ice isn't there anymore ..?
{Malachi spoke, hoping for a response, but he couldn't wait long. He needed to help S.S. too. He gently took the ice from her head and dunked it in the mixture along with his own hand. He kinda forgot the mixture was probably toxic to skin. Whatever. He needed the ice gone before it could spread again.}
{What else was he expecting? It's a slurry of random chemicals. Of course it's toxic. He just.. didn't expect his hand to fucking dissolve. Well, that's a problem, but not the biggest one. Cause T.A. is still crying, A.P. isn't talking, and S.S. isn't either. Yay. Malachi quickly stands up, noticing that his wrist, where the hand got dissolved at, was bleeding. A lot. His blood looked., colorful. Like his hair. Well, no time to care for that.}
S.S. are you gonna be okay ? What else can I do ?
{Despite speaking to S.S. it was clear the question was meant for all three of them. Malachi didn't know what to do anymore. The ice was gone, sure, but the three were clearly shaken up and Malachi couldn't stop yet.}
{He nods, and rushes to T.A. first as he hides the wound in his jacket. No need to alarm T.A. anymore. He already knows A.P. doesn't have anymore ice, but he still needs to check on them after T.A. . Luckily S.S. seems okay now. He stops and keels before T.A.}
Hey , baby , it'll be okay , baby . I promise . It's all over now .
{He speaks, slowly and gently. And also ignoring Elysium upstairs. Goddamn why haven't they left yet ?!}
{Malachi speaks, suddenly aware of the amount of blood he's loosing. Blues, greens, and reds stain the jacket, but Malachi tries not to focus on that.}
{Okay, now A.P. Malachi stands and feels himself get dizzy. He ignores it. He goes for A.P.}
A.P. hun , it's okay . I'm real sorry about your arm , but I really didn't want to risk the ice spreading all across you . It's okay now , it's all gone . We can .. we can help you regrow your arm , right ?
Hun . Baby . I would really LOVE to believe you , but you don't .. sound so sure of that .!.
{Malachi speaks, voice rising in something other then anger, his voice also sounds a little squeaker then usual. The colorful blood is seeping much further and quickly down his jacket it's starting to hit the floor. Malachi forcefully ignores it. He will be fine.}
{However, before Malachi could speak another word, their eyes roll back, and his body rag dolls to the floor, landing with a thud onto the solid wooden floor. That's gonna be a headache later.}
{His hand comes out of their jacket when he falls, revealing his missing hand, and the stump that bleeds such colorful blood. As pretty as it is, Malachi seemingly has lost so much blood that he passed out..}
{Malachi has yet to move, but he is still breathing. The bleeding has stopped for the most part. He looks.. strangely calm and peaceful at rest. It might take hours before he wakes up. And you can see the beginning of a bruise forming on the right side of his face from where he hit the floor. He probably has more bruises under his clothes.}
{It seems Malachi would rather ignore his own problems to make sure the three of you were okay. Makes you wonder what else he does that with.}
{He says that yet he doesn't seem upset. Infact, he looks.. wary of something. He seems forcibly moved out of the way of the knife by some unseen force.}
/Well well! Someone is after MY vessel? How CRUDE! Tell me. Who is your boss? I want a WORD with them!/
{Malachi seems more upset that some of his equipment is freezing then the fact he's being targeted by you.}
/YOU. You should learn not to TOUCH what isn't YOURS. This one is MINE, not yours. Choose a different soul for your .. CRUDE rituals! This one is MINE./
{Malachi seems disappointed for what might happen next. Seems he's dealt with being targeted before by something.}
.. Somehow I think you KNEW what It meant by that . Whatever .
{It's deity doesn't speak up again, but you have the feeling that It's still there. Anyway, Malachi cringes as he sees that the ice will not stop spreading. He flinches worse as he tosses a bottle of.. some chemical smelling liquid on the ice. It probably won't fuck up his radios as much as the ice would.}
So . ORIGINALLY , that was AIMED for ME . YOU wanted to turn ME to ICE ?
... So . You wanted ME as a STATUE . Because I am .. COLORFUL ? Or is there more of a REASON ?
{He looks a bit more scared now that the ice has reached the floor. Their on the second floor of his home, of his studio. If it has reached the floor it might have already reached the ceiling of the first floor. Fuck, he has to figure out how to stop it fast. He sees a bottle with the label 'be' something, as the rest of the label is completely faded. Fuck it, that can't hurt to try.}
Besides ! I think I can be a LOT more FUN and COLORFUL when NOT a STATUE !
{Malachi seems.. less inclined to keep his nice host like persona the more the ice is taking over the room.}
{He grabs two bottles, one of acetone and the other has a faded label that says 'tur.....ne'. Those two things can't fucking hurt worse then the ice has.}
{The yelling from downstairs immediately removes any amount of relief he felt from getting the ice to melt.}
What the FUCK did YOU do ?!
{He doesn't even know if Elysium had done anything, but Malachi didn't care, or have the patience to ask. They shove past Elysium forcefully, uncaring if they were a very powerful person for a bit.}
{He practically jumps down the stairs with how fast he runs. He frantically searches for T.A. , S.S. , and A.P.}
{Malachi speaks, much nicer and calmer then before with Elysium. He walks closer, inspecting the ice to see if it was spreading, if it was, hes kinda certain he could remelt it like he did upstairs. }
{And then he hears the narrator speak, and tenses ever so slightly. One problem at a time. He can argue with a narrator later. Right now he needs to make sure S.S. is gonna be okay, and then find T.A. and P.A.}
{Fuck. S.S. has an icicle in her head, A.P.'s arm is frozen and they aren't moving. And he doesn't even know WHERE T.A. is! Great. The ice doesn't seem to be spreading though.}
A.P. , it'll be OKAY , hun , PROMISE .
{..that narrator is getting on his nerves. He forcibly ignores them as he looks around for T.A. He thinks of how he's gonna melt the ice on all of them. He doesn't remember the exact chemicals, but he's fairly certain it was something, turpentine, and acetone.}
{Malachi seems relieved T.A. doesn't have any ice on him. Good. Now he needs to focus on the other two and ignore the narrators.}
Okay, I THINK I know how to MELT the ice, I will be right BACK , okay ?
{Malachi speaks as he quickly enters a closet to the right. Okay. Acetone.. turpentine.. and something that begins with a 'be'... benzene? What even is that? Whatever. He hopes that's right. He mixes them in a bucket, ignoring the chemical smell.}
Okay .. Let's hope that works !
{He says quietly, as he goes back to S.S. and A.P. he focuses on A.P.'s arm first, gently and slowly dousing the frozen arm in the mixture, as he doesn't know how it'll react to their paint body..}
{Malachi freezes so hard he almost dropped the bucket. Fuck. Another problem. Okay, so no more ice on A.P., which is GOOD, but now their arm is GONE. And they are still silent and still. Malachi slowly stands up fully.}
Uhm . A.P. ? I am SO sorry about your arm ! But .. atleast the ice isn't there anymore ..?
{Malachi spoke, hoping for a response, but he couldn't wait long. He needed to help S.S. too. He gently took the ice from her head and dunked it in the mixture along with his own hand. He kinda forgot the mixture was probably toxic to skin. Whatever. He needed the ice gone before it could spread again.}
{What else was he expecting? It's a slurry of random chemicals. Of course it's toxic. He just.. didn't expect his hand to fucking dissolve. Well, that's a problem, but not the biggest one. Cause T.A. is still crying, A.P. isn't talking, and S.S. isn't either. Yay. Malachi quickly stands up, noticing that his wrist, where the hand got dissolved at, was bleeding. A lot. His blood looked., colorful. Like his hair. Well, no time to care for that.}
S.S. are you gonna be okay ? What else can I do ?
{Despite speaking to S.S. it was clear the question was meant for all three of them. Malachi didn't know what to do anymore. The ice was gone, sure, but the three were clearly shaken up and Malachi couldn't stop yet.}
{He nods, and rushes to T.A. first as he hides the wound in his jacket. No need to alarm T.A. anymore. He already knows A.P. doesn't have anymore ice, but he still needs to check on them after T.A. . Luckily S.S. seems okay now. He stops and keels before T.A.}
Hey , baby , it'll be okay , baby . I promise . It's all over now .
{He speaks, slowly and gently. And also ignoring Elysium upstairs. Goddamn why haven't they left yet ?!}
{Malachi speaks, suddenly aware of the amount of blood he's loosing. Blues, greens, and reds stain the jacket, but Malachi tries not to focus on that.}
