Depressed Little Freak

Son of the radio demon | Mod and creator is @knickknat | Mod is 18 Lore post | Tag Guide | Associated RP blogs | Open RP Starters read “Fawn of Blood and Ink” on AO3

[the-toon-demon]

Introduction

Last updated: June 2, 2026

Uh, hey, I'm Atticus. Yes, I'm Alastor's son. I'm taken by @ya-boy-danny.

About

Name: Atticus

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Biologically 17

Official Fanfic: “Fawn of Blood and Ink” by KnickKnat on AO3

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Content Warning: Discussions of suicide, self harm, other self destructive behavior, child abuse, and arranged marriages.

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Name: Knat

Pronouns: She/They

Age: 18

Main blog: @knickknat

[knickknat]

New Atticus References

Because apparently I like to make myself suffer

These aren't specifically meant to go with their accompanying hairstyles. The mix-match was just to show the two different hairstyles and ear variations.

The hairstyle on the bottom is one he gets later into his timeline, while the one on the top is the one he starts out with.

His ears are usually drooping by default, but when he feels a high energy emotion, whether that be a negative or positive one, they perk up.

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

"Some sort of puzzle thing that Husk gave me." Lucifer said, showing it to Atticus.

It was a basic Rubix Cube.

"I'm supposed to try to make all the sides one color. I've figured it out a few times, it's fun." He rotated the different sections of the toy, trying to line up the colors.

[the-toon-demon]

"That's just called a rubix cube. They're very popular," Atticus said, snickering at how seemingly unfamiliar the king was with such a common toy.

[motherducking-king]

"Well, you know me. I don't get it much. I don't know what's popular these days." He shrugged, focusing on his toy. He giggled excitedly when he completed the puzzle.

Lucifer was easily entertained. He had a lot of childish traits, despite being thousands of years old. Who could blame him? He didn't get a childhood. He was forced to grow up the moment he was brought into existence.

Despite never getting to be one, he was still a child at heart.

He turned to Atticus. "Do you wanna try?" He asked, offering the cube to him.

[the-toon-demon]

"Sure." Atticus took the rubix cube.

As he turned the sides of the toy, his hands and the cube disappeared into a frenzy of animation smears, much like a cartoon.

After around one second, Atticus was holding a completely solved cube in his hand.

"Wow...toon powers, I guess," he remarked, staring at the cube in awe..

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer watched with fascination.

"It must be pretty cool having cartoon-based powers." He said, tilting his head.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus shrugged and smiled a little bit, still looking down at the toy.

"Yeah, I suppose it is."

[motherducking-king]

"Do you have a favorite cartoon?" He asked. He tried to avoid talking about Alastor. He figured that would only make the Hanahaki flare up.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus tilted his head to the sided.

"Hmm, I don't think I have a single favorite one, but Felix the Cat always comes to mind, considering he was popular back when I was a little kid."

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer nodde, listening. "I like DuckTales. Or really anything with ducks." He shrugged. "I like putting cartoons on and just turning my brain off. It's comforting." He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus laughed a little bit at Lucifer. "Yeah, that's a good one—" he said, but was then caught off by a short coughing fit.

Once Atticus recovered, he sighed and laid down on the couch. He seemed a little upset.

"I hate this stupid disease," he muttered bitterly.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer frowned.

"Do you want a hug?" He offered.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus whimpered and nodded. He sat up and leaned into Lucifer, wrapping his arms around the king and hugging him like a child.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

"Some sort of puzzle thing that Husk gave me." Lucifer said, showing it to Atticus.

It was a basic Rubix Cube.

"I'm supposed to try to make all the sides one color. I've figured it out a few times, it's fun." He rotated the different sections of the toy, trying to line up the colors.

[the-toon-demon]

"That's just called a rubix cube. They're very popular," Atticus said, snickering at how seemingly unfamiliar the king was with such a common toy.

[motherducking-king]

"Well, you know me. I don't get it much. I don't know what's popular these days." He shrugged, focusing on his toy. He giggled excitedly when he completed the puzzle.

Lucifer was easily entertained. He had a lot of childish traits, despite being thousands of years old. Who could blame him? He didn't get a childhood. He was forced to grow up the moment he was brought into existence.

Despite never getting to be one, he was still a child at heart.

He turned to Atticus. "Do you wanna try?" He asked, offering the cube to him.

[the-toon-demon]

"Sure." Atticus took the rubix cube.

As he turned the sides of the toy, his hands and the cube disappeared into a frenzy of animation smears, much like a cartoon.

After around one second, Atticus was holding a completely solved cube in his hand.

"Wow...toon powers, I guess," he remarked, staring at the cube in awe..

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer watched with fascination.

"It must be pretty cool having cartoon-based powers." He said, tilting his head.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus shrugged and smiled a little bit, still looking down at the toy.

"Yeah, I suppose it is."

[motherducking-king]

"Do you have a favorite cartoon?" He asked. He tried to avoid talking about Alastor. He figured that would only make the Hanahaki flare up.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus tilted his head to the sided.

"Hmm, I don't think I have a single favorite one, but Felix the Cat always comes to mind, considering he was popular back when I was a little kid."

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer nodde, listening. "I like DuckTales. Or really anything with ducks." He shrugged. "I like putting cartoons on and just turning my brain off. It's comforting." He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus laughed a little bit at Lucifer. "Yeah, that's a good one—" he said, but was then caught off by a short coughing fit.

Once Atticus recovered, he sighed and laid down on the couch. He seemed a little upset.

"I hate this stupid disease," he muttered bitterly.

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

"Some sort of puzzle thing that Husk gave me." Lucifer said, showing it to Atticus.

It was a basic Rubix Cube.

"I'm supposed to try to make all the sides one color. I've figured it out a few times, it's fun." He rotated the different sections of the toy, trying to line up the colors.

[the-toon-demon]

"That's just called a rubix cube. They're very popular," Atticus said, snickering at how seemingly unfamiliar the king was with such a common toy.

[motherducking-king]

"Well, you know me. I don't get it much. I don't know what's popular these days." He shrugged, focusing on his toy. He giggled excitedly when he completed the puzzle.

Lucifer was easily entertained. He had a lot of childish traits, despite being thousands of years old. Who could blame him? He didn't get a childhood. He was forced to grow up the moment he was brought into existence.

Despite never getting to be one, he was still a child at heart.

He turned to Atticus. "Do you wanna try?" He asked, offering the cube to him.

[the-toon-demon]

"Sure." Atticus took the rubix cube.

As he turned the sides of the toy, his hands and the cube disappeared into a frenzy of animation smears, much like a cartoon.

After around one second, Atticus was holding a completely solved cube in his hand.

"Wow...toon powers, I guess," he remarked, staring at the cube in awe..

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer watched with fascination.

"It must be pretty cool having cartoon-based powers." He said, tilting his head.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus shrugged and smiled a little bit, still looking down at the toy.

"Yeah, I suppose it is."

[motherducking-king]

"Do you have a favorite cartoon?" He asked. He tried to avoid talking about Alastor. He figured that would only make the Hanahaki flare up.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus tilted his head to the sided.

"Hmm, I don't think I have a single favorite one, but Felix the Cat always comes to mind, considering he was popular back when I was a little kid."

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

"Some sort of puzzle thing that Husk gave me." Lucifer said, showing it to Atticus.

It was a basic Rubix Cube.

"I'm supposed to try to make all the sides one color. I've figured it out a few times, it's fun." He rotated the different sections of the toy, trying to line up the colors.

[the-toon-demon]

"That's just called a rubix cube. They're very popular," Atticus said, snickering at how seemingly unfamiliar the king was with such a common toy.

[motherducking-king]

"Well, you know me. I don't get it much. I don't know what's popular these days." He shrugged, focusing on his toy. He giggled excitedly when he completed the puzzle.

Lucifer was easily entertained. He had a lot of childish traits, despite being thousands of years old. Who could blame him? He didn't get a childhood. He was forced to grow up the moment he was brought into existence.

Despite never getting to be one, he was still a child at heart.

He turned to Atticus. "Do you wanna try?" He asked, offering the cube to him.

[the-toon-demon]

"Sure." Atticus took the rubix cube.

As he turned the sides of the toy, his hands and the cube disappeared into a frenzy of animation smears, much like a cartoon.

After around one second, Atticus was holding a completely solved cube in his hand.

"Wow...toon powers, I guess," he remarked, staring at the cube in awe..

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer watched with fascination.

"It must be pretty cool having cartoon-based powers." He said, tilting his head.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus shrugged and smiled a little bit, still looking down at the toy.

"Yeah, I suppose it is."

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

"Some sort of puzzle thing that Husk gave me." Lucifer said, showing it to Atticus.

It was a basic Rubix Cube.

"I'm supposed to try to make all the sides one color. I've figured it out a few times, it's fun." He rotated the different sections of the toy, trying to line up the colors.

[the-toon-demon]

"That's just called a rubix cube. They're very popular," Atticus said, snickering at how seemingly unfamiliar the king was with such a common toy.

[motherducking-king]

"Well, you know me. I don't get it much. I don't know what's popular these days." He shrugged, focusing on his toy. He giggled excitedly when he completed the puzzle.

Lucifer was easily entertained. He had a lot of childish traits, despite being thousands of years old. Who could blame him? He didn't get a childhood. He was forced to grow up the moment he was brought into existence.

Despite never getting to be one, he was still a child at heart.

He turned to Atticus. "Do you wanna try?" He asked, offering the cube to him.

[the-toon-demon]

"Sure." Atticus took the rubix cube.

As he turned the sides of the toy, his hands and the cube disappeared into a frenzy of animation smears, much like a cartoon.

After around one second, Atticus was holding a completely solved cube in his hand.

"Wow...toon powers, I guess," he remarked, staring at the cube in awe..

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

"Some sort of puzzle thing that Husk gave me." Lucifer said, showing it to Atticus.

It was a basic Rubix Cube.

"I'm supposed to try to make all the sides one color. I've figured it out a few times, it's fun." He rotated the different sections of the toy, trying to line up the colors.

[the-toon-demon]

"That's just called a rubix cube. They're very popular," Atticus said, snickering at how seemingly unfamiliar the king was with such a common toy.

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

The fallen angel smiled softly and moved a little closer, sitting next to Atticus quietly.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk, so he waited for conversation to be initiated first. For now, he sat quietly, entertaining himself with a fidget toy.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Lucifer fidgeting with something, he leaned over to see what it was.

“What are you playing with?”

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[motherducking-king]

Lucifer's expression was sympathetic.

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus hesitated. He wanted to tell Lucifer no, and to go away, but he really wanted some company.

“Just sit next to me,” he finally said.

[motherducking-king]

@the-toon-demon Had a small idea for a Lucifer and Atticus rp... maybe we can connect it to the bad father au?

Lucifer had been quick to notice Atticus' Hanahaki.

He felt awful for the kid. The poor boy clearly loved his father, but that evil prick felt no love for his own son.

Lucifer loved his own daughter the idea of abandoning her and making her feel so unloved to the point she was coughing up flowers made him want to puke.

Atticus was a sweet kid, the few times Lucifer had spoken with him. He had his father's sass, and could be rude when he wanted to be. Most of the time, though, he was quite enjoyable to be around.

He walked up to Atticus, finding him on one of the couches in the lobby and sat down across from him, giving him space.

"Hey, Kiddo. How are you feeling? Any better?" He asked gently.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus looked up at Lucifer, then looked back down. He wasn’t terribly interested in being emotionally vulnerable about this, at least not with anyone except Husk.

“A little,” he muttered with a shrug.

[knickknat]

Hey, I think Fawn of Blood and Ink is going to go on an extended break, mainly because I don't know where the next chapter is going, and I'm going to do some out-of-order writing to get myself in the right headspace.

[the-toon-demon]

Attttticussss

We've got another siblingggg

-- @cottoneyed-jo (Jo)

Crap...

//I'm taking a break from this whole radioapple family thing, mainly because a lot of people are angry at me.

[the-toon-demon]

@hart-ofthe-radio

Atticus had spent most of fathers' day either sulking alone or with Husk. He had felt brief stints of short breath and coughing spells, but nothing that indicated a serious flare up.

That was until midnight.

He woke up hacking violently. The supplemental oxygen did nothing to help him. Blood and daisy petals violently expelled from his lungs. Even some full flowers were in there.

"Papa...papa...papa..." he cried in a meek, childish voice.

He knew Alastor wasn't coming for him, that his real father didn't give a damn, but his childish instincts still wanted nothing more than to be hugged and comforted.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

Alastor's shadow had sensed something was off and snuck away from its owner to Atticus's room.

When it saw the fawn hacking up blood and flowers, it panicked. It gave a worried whimper and frantically looked around for anything that could help.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Alastor’s shadow, he reached his hands out and stared at the shadow with desperation. He needed some comfort.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The entity wrapped itself around Atticus, offering comfort to the best of its ability.

There was something bittersweet about the shadow caring. It was an extension of Alastor, often displaying the deer demon's real emotions that were hidden behind the smiling mask.

If the shadow cared about Atticus, there had to be at least a small part of the real Alastor that cared, right?

The creature nuzzled Atticus's head affectionately, trying to comfort him. It wanted Atticus to feel loved. At least enough for the Hanahaki to stop.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus continued to cough and cry while snuggling the shadow. After a few moments, the coughs died down, and he seemed to be doing better.

“I want papa,” he squeaked.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The creature made a sad rumbling noise. It knew it's owner wouldn't come. No matter how much it begged him.

It held Atticus a little tighter.

[the-toon-demon]

“Is he asleep?” Atticus asked the shadow.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The shadow nodded, though it was a lie. It just didn't want Atticus to be upset.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The entity's ears flattened. It gave an apologetic whine and shook its head.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus laid back down in bed, tears welling in his eyes.

“I was planning to crawl into his bed and cuddle him while he was asleep,” he admitted.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The shadow pulled Atticus's blanket up and tucked him into bed. It gave Atticus's hair a ruffle.

Another apologetic sound escaped and it vanished.

[the-toon-demon]

"Bye," Atticus squeaked before snuggling into the blankets.

[the-toon-demon]

@hart-ofthe-radio

Atticus had spent most of fathers' day either sulking alone or with Husk. He had felt brief stints of short breath and coughing spells, but nothing that indicated a serious flare up.

That was until midnight.

He woke up hacking violently. The supplemental oxygen did nothing to help him. Blood and daisy petals violently expelled from his lungs. Even some full flowers were in there.

"Papa...papa...papa..." he cried in a meek, childish voice.

He knew Alastor wasn't coming for him, that his real father didn't give a damn, but his childish instincts still wanted nothing more than to be hugged and comforted.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

Alastor's shadow had sensed something was off and snuck away from its owner to Atticus's room.

When it saw the fawn hacking up blood and flowers, it panicked. It gave a worried whimper and frantically looked around for anything that could help.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Alastor’s shadow, he reached his hands out and stared at the shadow with desperation. He needed some comfort.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The entity wrapped itself around Atticus, offering comfort to the best of its ability.

There was something bittersweet about the shadow caring. It was an extension of Alastor, often displaying the deer demon's real emotions that were hidden behind the smiling mask.

If the shadow cared about Atticus, there had to be at least a small part of the real Alastor that cared, right?

The creature nuzzled Atticus's head affectionately, trying to comfort him. It wanted Atticus to feel loved. At least enough for the Hanahaki to stop.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus continued to cough and cry while snuggling the shadow. After a few moments, the coughs died down, and he seemed to be doing better.

“I want papa,” he squeaked.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The creature made a sad rumbling noise. It knew it's owner wouldn't come. No matter how much it begged him.

It held Atticus a little tighter.

[the-toon-demon]

“Is he asleep?” Atticus asked the shadow.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The shadow nodded, though it was a lie. It just didn't want Atticus to be upset.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The entity's ears flattened. It gave an apologetic whine and shook its head.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus laid back down in bed, tears welling in his eyes.

“I was planning to crawl into his bed and cuddle him while he was asleep,” he admitted.

[the-toon-demon]

@hart-ofthe-radio

Atticus had spent most of fathers' day either sulking alone or with Husk. He had felt brief stints of short breath and coughing spells, but nothing that indicated a serious flare up.

That was until midnight.

He woke up hacking violently. The supplemental oxygen did nothing to help him. Blood and daisy petals violently expelled from his lungs. Even some full flowers were in there.

"Papa...papa...papa..." he cried in a meek, childish voice.

He knew Alastor wasn't coming for him, that his real father didn't give a damn, but his childish instincts still wanted nothing more than to be hugged and comforted.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

Alastor's shadow had sensed something was off and snuck away from its owner to Atticus's room.

When it saw the fawn hacking up blood and flowers, it panicked. It gave a worried whimper and frantically looked around for anything that could help.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Alastor’s shadow, he reached his hands out and stared at the shadow with desperation. He needed some comfort.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The entity wrapped itself around Atticus, offering comfort to the best of its ability.

There was something bittersweet about the shadow caring. It was an extension of Alastor, often displaying the deer demon's real emotions that were hidden behind the smiling mask.

If the shadow cared about Atticus, there had to be at least a small part of the real Alastor that cared, right?

The creature nuzzled Atticus's head affectionately, trying to comfort him. It wanted Atticus to feel loved. At least enough for the Hanahaki to stop.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus continued to cough and cry while snuggling the shadow. After a few moments, the coughs died down, and he seemed to be doing better.

“I want papa,” he squeaked.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The creature made a sad rumbling noise. It knew it's owner wouldn't come. No matter how much it begged him.

It held Atticus a little tighter.

[the-toon-demon]

“Is he asleep?” Atticus asked the shadow.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The shadow nodded, though it was a lie. It just didn't want Atticus to be upset.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said

[the-toon-demon]

@hart-ofthe-radio

Atticus had spent most of fathers' day either sulking alone or with Husk. He had felt brief stints of short breath and coughing spells, but nothing that indicated a serious flare up.

That was until midnight.

He woke up hacking violently. The supplemental oxygen did nothing to help him. Blood and daisy petals violently expelled from his lungs. Even some full flowers were in there.

"Papa...papa...papa..." he cried in a meek, childish voice.

He knew Alastor wasn't coming for him, that his real father didn't give a damn, but his childish instincts still wanted nothing more than to be hugged and comforted.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

Alastor's shadow had sensed something was off and snuck away from its owner to Atticus's room.

When it saw the fawn hacking up blood and flowers, it panicked. It gave a worried whimper and frantically looked around for anything that could help.

[the-toon-demon]

When Atticus noticed Alastor’s shadow, he reached his hands out and stared at the shadow with desperation. He needed some comfort.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The entity wrapped itself around Atticus, offering comfort to the best of its ability.

There was something bittersweet about the shadow caring. It was an extension of Alastor, often displaying the deer demon's real emotions that were hidden behind the smiling mask.

If the shadow cared about Atticus, there had to be at least a small part of the real Alastor that cared, right?

The creature nuzzled Atticus's head affectionately, trying to comfort him. It wanted Atticus to feel loved. At least enough for the Hanahaki to stop.

[the-toon-demon]

Atticus continued to cough and cry while snuggling the shadow. After a few moments, the coughs died down, and he seemed to be doing better.

“I want papa,” he squeaked.

[hart-ofthe-radio]

The creature made a sad rumbling noise. It knew it's owner wouldn't come. No matter how much it begged him.

It held Atticus a little tighter.

[the-toon-demon]

“Is he asleep?” Atticus asked the shadow.