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@valemundx-blog
“Yeah its creative for art, not for a get up! When did my taste have anything to do with this?!”
“As a matter of fact I haven’t been to a black light party but I’m sure they are fun for a little while but not for every day attire! You stick out like a sore thumb.”
❝ ——— W-well! Who said my goal was to blend in?! ❞
❝ You h-have no place to talk!! Crop tops aren’t even in anymore, and what’s with that h-h-haircut?? ——— ❞
“You look like a pop art poster gone weird. If I were to actually clean up, even your cross eyes can see I look better than you, black light party. “
❝ ——— Pop art is c-c-creative! ❞
❝ you obviously have bad t-t-taste! Have you ever been to a black light party?? They’re f-f-fucking cool! ——— ❞
“Better? Have you looked at yourself recently? You have no room to comment on how I look. Plus. I think I look fine..considering.”
❝ ——— hey! I think I look great ❞
❝ If it’ll make you feel b-b-better, feel free to blame my “opinion” on my less than s-s-stellar eyesight. ❞
❝ but i think i can see well enough to tell attractive f-f-from unattractive ——— ❞
“Well..If you were expecting a kid, you’re a few years too late.Sorry there G-er..buddy.” ‘Looks like him though..in a strange way. ‘
❝ ——— eeeh, i c-c-can see that- ❞
❝ you coulda grown up better, but hey, not b-b-bad. ——— ❞
[💔]—ᶦᵐᵃᵍᶦᶰᵃʳʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈ
“I swear that there are more and more of you little virus’s every single day. Its getting bothersome to deal with.”
❝ ——— At least i’m p-p-prettier than you. ❞
Kazoo leaned forward, taking a few steps closer to the error as he peered at the strings in his fingers.
“H-hey, is… is that a cat’s cradle?” The parasite looked excited, nervously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a kazoo. “I-I hope you l-like music,” He stated, before beginning to play.
It was a song played in quick succession, but the parasite seemed to enjoy it with how much he was getting into it.
He was attempting to diffuse the situation before it escalated – he’d recognized those movements from his own error friend when they’d first met.
It had resulted in a fight.
Kazoo wanted to avoid a fight. He wasn’t in the best mental shape to handle one at this point – so he tried music.
If he could prove useful or entertaining, well…
It would mean another day to live, right?
X looked down at his hands when Kazoo mentioned the cat’s cradle. He gave a short nod to the small parasite. X hadn’t actually noticed that he had started doing it. He watched carefully as Kazoo pulled out his instrument of choice, jumping slightly when he started playing but relaxing as the song went on.
❝ ——— oh... wow- ❞
It was impressive how well he could use the kazoo, the type of instrument needed more precision via voice rather than just putting your fingers on chords or pressing keys on a keyboard. It was like singing...
❝ why do you p-p-play? ——— ❞
X didn’t think a normal Fresh would do something like that. Kazoo was so different and it fascinated him. He couldn't help but want to study him.
█ ▌✘ @lilvoidchild delved into the dark. ————
❝ ——— i swear. you k-k-kids litter the multiverse like insects. ❞
█ ▌✘ @determinedecho delved into the dark. ————
❝ ——— you... you’re n-n-not what i was expecting. ❞
Whirling, Kazoo gripped the tie dyed fur on his jacket as he stepped backwards, staring at the error in front of him.
It was so strange, how different each error looked.
“H-hey. I-I just… g-got a little lost.” He was nervous, and it showed. With Abyss, he’d become friends, but…
The parasite wasn’t sure where he stood with this one.
X lowered his hands when he fully took in Kazoo’s appearance. He was clearly a Fresh. But he was different. And he didn’t know how to feel about that. Different usually wasn’t a good thing.
❝ ——— lost, huh? ❞
X paused, looking Kazoo over again. He didn’t really seem like a threat. But he was a Fresh, a Parasite. And he was nervous. That struck X as odd, since most Freshes didn’t show emotions like that. He strung his strings around his fingers, creating a cat’s cradle to keep his hands busy. He wasn’t going to lie. He was a tad uncomfortable. Not to mention confused.
❝ do you- uh... do youneedh-h-help? ——— ❞
X had gotten used to the stutter his glitchiness caused. He barely noticed the random tone changes and pitch squeaks after so long. It made talking difficult sometimes, though. He used to enjoy singing, but now, straining his voice made the stuttering worse, and it hurt.
As he stood there in front of Kazoo, he realized that,—for once—he didn’t want to immediately obliterate this one. He was going to analyze the situation first. He wasn’t going to lash out at Kazoo for no reason. That was pointless effort. He continued to hook strings onto his fingers as he stared at the parasite, the x’s in his eyes trailing over every inch of him, which wasn’t very many inches. The little tie dyed skeleton confused him, and he wanted explanations to sate his curiosity.
Kazoo was in an anti-void space he wasn’t familiar with.
He knew the anti-void was a large place, but he’d gotten used to Abyss’ pocket of space so that it almost felt like a second home.
Walking through it quickly, the parasite shoved his hands in his pockets as he moved forward, shoulders hunching more and more the longer he walked.
It felt a little like Abyss’ domain, but this part… this part was different.
He wasn’t sure he liked it.
Kazoo couldn’t explain the nagging feeling that something was watching.
@valemundx
X suddenly felt a slight disturbance in his area of the Anti-Void. He didn’t get visitors very often, so it was easy to tell when something was off. He spun around, scanning the area for any unusual appearances. Thankfully, or maybe, not so thankfully, (who knows) Kazoo’s rainbow appearance stood out against the vast white of the endless space. X almost groaned out loud. Excess amounts of color = Fresh... Fresh = a pain in X’s ass. X readied his strings, curling them around his fingers. It was as much of a nervous tick as it was self defense. He wouldn’t think twice about using them if this Fresh was going to give him trouble.
❝ ——— What’re you d-d-doin’ here? ❞
Holding the strings that were practically manifested of his bitter hatred tight, the error glared down at the constellation he’d strung up between his fingers to pass the time. The title of his recreation remained fuzzy in the back of his subconscious. Its memory was lost forever through the sieve he called his mind. Abyss felt the opposite when it came to the void. The Anti-void was home, a welcomed respite from the calamity and wholly unpredictable nature of the outside. Here he was in control. Timelines had a nasty tendency of jumping left and right as though tectonics were grinding together and he was stationed directly on the fault line. Needless to say the floaty little glitch jumped when his concentration was broken. Spinning on his heel like a top, Abyss nearly choked seeing another much taller error. Certainly not the original Error, but another flavor variation to boot. Which was another enemy. Great. “D-Don’t touch me or you die!” In a physics defying slide, Abyss jerked and skidded a few feet away from the oddball Error. His hands still remained occupied holding the small string star formation in his hands.
X watched as the small Error jumped and slid away from him. His x-shaped pupils grazed over the strings in his hands, they were different than his own, they seemed to be glittering with stars. X stayed where he was, standing unmoving as he peered at the jumpy duplicate.
❝ ——— You really think I’d w-w-want to touch you? ❞
X didn’t like touching of any kind, he’d avoid it at any cost. An Error was one of the last things he’d ever even think of touching of his own accord. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants -which were devoid of any visible color- as if showing that he had no intent of moving to touch the other glitch. His gaze was uncomfortably still, only focused on the sparkly matter at hand. His curiosity was getting the best of him.
❝ ——— You must not know y-y-yourself very well, if you think that. ❞
He took another look over the other, trying to take in every detail for his own curiosity's sake. The ordinary appearance of his wardrobe seemed odd. X thought he recognized it from an AU. He kept his teeth tightened shut. He was aiming to keep himself from saying things bluntly. Though, it never really worked.
❝ Do you have a name? ... Or should I just call you dirty g-g-glitch. ——— ❞
“Well what about you. Aren’t you dark and mysterious.”
❝ ——— dark and mysterious? tch. I’m an open b-b-book. Haven’t ya met an Error before? ❞
⦓ @sanstronomy ⦔
As much as X hated AUs, he never destroyed them without a reason to. Though, his reasons weren’t necessarily rational. He generally stayed in the anti-void, just watching them. Which is... where he usually got his reasons. The anti-void was big, unlimited really. X didn’t even know the extent of it. He feared there were unwanted outcomes of being in such a huge unpredictable place.
Lo and behold, on one of the boring days in the boring place, X spotted what seemed to be another Error. But he couldn’t tell for sure with his back facing him. He didn’t know if he wanted to call out, he thought, maybe, that it wouldn’t a very good idea to draw attention to himself. Especially from another Error. But X was stupid, and curious, so you know what he did? He took a few steps forward, and said something. Dumb ass.
❝ ——— You just gonna st-st-stand there? ❞
Upon getting closer he realized he was almost a foot taller than the other. He wondered if all of them were short. Which led him to wonder just how many there were. He hated himself enough, did there really need to be more than one.
“Heh, guess it comes with the job.”
❝ mm, yeah. Your job. What a great occupation. ❞
█ ▌✘ @atramento-seta delved into the dark. ————
❝ Well aren’t you flashy. ❞
✘ — LIKE for a one line starter! No cap for now, but i’m not guaranteeing that i’ll do them all!
[[ here he is, my growly son, the unedited pieces i used in me graphics :0 i love him and ill be rping him soon, just gotta work out more things but B) love my trash ]]
