The Very Worst Monster

Walking Entertainment An independent RGB/BW RP blog from The Property of Hate. Icon by DoorStopLord and used with permission. [ON HIATUS]

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thatbastardclock:

He shook his head softly in amusement and gently took theirs in his own hands instead, tilting it up so he could look at them. “Perhaps if I knew what to expect I could, but you’ve never done much but scolded me before.” He stroked a thumb over their cheekbone. “I am sorry if I truly caused you distress though, that wasn’t my intention.”

He blinked back at them, frowning slightly. “...you shouldn’t be allowed to call me out like this so easily. Besides, I really only have two options here and that’s either scolding or whacking you with my cane, and I really don’t feel very inclined to use the second anymore since we’ve started dating.” The gentleman took a moment to straighten up though, some, before he responded to the second half. “Fine, fine. I suppose I could let it slide this time.”

“...but only this time, Tony.” There was a high probability chance it would not only be this one time though.

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thatbastardclock:

He can’t help but grin, clearly unashamed. “Is that what I am now? What happened to charming? Besides, I’m not sure that’s a tale that anyone wants to hear or recant.” 

“...yes. That’s what you are until further notice.” He sighed and held his head in his hands.

“Yes, you’ve made your point--couldn’t you at least pretend you’re actually worried about my threats of trouble? You’re not even trying.”

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thatbastardclock:

He chuckles and smirks just a bit, and steps forward. “I won’t run, go ahead.” He stoops to kiss their cheek. “I’ll try not to boast about you too much next time.” 

“Oh my heavens, Tony...”

“How did I end up dating the one clock who seems to have conveniently forgotten the definition of trouble as though it wasn’t engraved into his very being?”

...

“You’re really not helping your situation, dear.”

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thatbastardclock:

He fights back a back smile. “My apologies dear, I didn’t realize it was a secret. I can’t say I’m sorry for the latter part though.” Flashes a smile and folds his hands behind his back. “How much trouble trouble should I expect, darling?”

“Stop smiling like that, you’re in a whole heaping lot--” He doesn’t look anywhere near as angry as he probably should be to match what he’s saying. Mostly just distressed.

Tony, please, he enjoys being cryptic. Don’t do this to him.

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“Wait...”

“I know someone who has gone to jail (Jeeb) “

“We don’t talk about that, Tony, and--”

“I have a crush on a celebrity (Jeeb was kinda well known in his day–)”

“Oh for the love of...you are absolutely in trouble for this, you know.”

@thatbastardclock

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seeing the difference RGB made in Tony’s life like

@thatbastardclock

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That may be but you are the reason I know it in the first place.

[bruderinschwarz-archive]

((Then let’s blame Kye and call it a day. He introduced Lisa to the band after all.))

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(( I take all the credit, gladly. ))

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@theviolinstheyswell, @thatbastardclock

https://youtu.be/Sw6-uJCfeiE

WalkingEntertainment: imagine this as RGB and Nat confessing to Tony they're dating but Nat is the guy in the video and RGB is the girl and Tony is a lot less calm at the end TheViolinsTheySwell: THE DANCING... THRUST DANCING. WalkingEntertainment: Nat plz TheViolinsTheySwell: NATALIE JUST AIR THRUSTING TOWARD JEEB. WalkingEntertainment: he has the most done face the entire time Nat plz just stop TheViolinsTheySwell: GOOD. She would absolutely shoot him in the face at the end tho. this video is a gift. WalkingEntertainment: TRULY........ RGB at the end still though "I think that went well." TheViolinsTheySwell: yes.

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"Hey, RGB? I've got a question."

“Well, let’s hear it then. What’s your question, Hero?”

[milady-oichi-deactivated2019090]

“We’ve been a lot of places since you took me from my house, but we’ve never been to your place. Do you not have a house?”

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That seemed to surprise the gentleman, it took him a minute to reply. Only pausing to shake his head beforehand. “...you certainly do pick the most curious questions to ask. Where I live is not important, Hero. This is hardly the time or place for residing in one’s home. You’re the Hero of this story, and the story must progress. That is the entire point after all. A stagnant story is hardly one worth telling.” The way he talked about it made it seem very matter-of-fact, like this was an obvious answer.

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"Hey, RGB? I've got a question."

“Well, let’s hear it then. What’s your question, Hero?”

[milady-oichi-deactivated2019090]

// New Hero blog at your service.

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So uh....sorry I’m up and disappearing again....I’m very bad at that but.... Hey I’m over on my Don’t Starve blogs if you want to bother me there?

You can find me roleplaying a certain soulless automaton called WX-78 over on RebornAutomaton Or, alternatively, a precious cinnamon roll of an AU Inventor!Wilson on AnAnxiousWilson

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mmmyep. feel free to ignore this or w/e. i was in a doodle mood today so

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“......oh good heavens, those two are at it again.”

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

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A shattered mind

[flouufys-cart-deactivated201812]

The other object head was almost entirely grayed out. Like, all of him. Even the slight fire within the lantern that made up his head was grey. Which, in turn, produced a slight grey light. Their outfit was a rather professional suit, though no tie or suit coat. But, of course, it came with dress pants. But the shoes and gloves completely ruined the style. He wore hiking boots, BOOTS. With a suit. Who did that?

And his hands? Only visible because of the gloves he wore. A lot like light snow gloves actually. When moved something followed them. If investigated it was nothing more than a yoyo, a child’s toy looped around the lantern head’s finger. A toy perhaps, or maybe a weapon. Then again, who would be insane enough to use a yoyo as a weapon.

Well, all that was known of this stranger was they where grey. A lantern head. Invisible body, or just a suggested form. And, odd, a grey circlet flickered over the head every so often. Seemed to be in sync with the fire inside. As if trying to wake up, or merge together.

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“.....what a mess.” Surprisingly he wasn’t talking about their chosen attire either. He didn’t even know this individual, let alone anything about them, and here he was going out on a limb helping them. When had he gotten so soft?

The television, being curious himself, set this new individual down on the ground beside him and knelt back down to investigate a bit more thoroughly while he still had the chance before their awakening. There would be no telling if the person was friendly or not until they woke up anyway, so he might as well take the chance now to get to know as much as he can about them.

Fashion choice aside, he found nothing of note on the individual to give any sort of clues or hints as to what they were doing or who they were before RGB found them. The yo-yo toy, once noticed, was almost immediately ignored due to unfortunate memories he held involving the children’s toy. What he had now was nothing. No idea on this person’s story. No idea why they’re unresponsive. No idea why they’re such a bland gray color, and no idea what to do with them.

So, the gentleman turned on his heels and took a seat next to them to wait. A bit irritated too at the sudden turn of events. “Who ever you are, I hope you’re grateful. You could be dead right now if I hadn’t come along, you know that?” He muttered in frustration. This was turning out to be a grand waste of his time and efforts and he did not appreciate it one bit.

It was only after the short gentleman was done sulking that he noticed something about the individual. Something about the way their flame inside their lantern flickered. Something about the odd vanishing circlet appearing over their head from time to time. He frowned at them and moved to carefully pick up their head with his gloved hands so as he could get a closer look at them. It was almost like.....something was off with them. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Quick to be sure not to be caught in the action, though, he set them back down and returned to waiting. How much longer would this take? He was hardly so patient as now, but he truly did not care for the idea of carrying them any further. Now he just watched the sky carefully for any signs of the sun setting. This would not be an ideal place for another night being spent. Let alone in the company of a stranger he had no reason to trust.

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A shattered mind

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Well now...he could hardly call this usual. It wasn’t often RGB came across an unconscious individual of....such a curious composure. It looked to be another object head like that of Magnus and himself. Granted, he’s seen at least a small number of the kind around before, but this one just happened to be someone he’d not met before. Not that he’s saying he’s met everyone, by any means.

The gentleman found himself at a bit of a dilemma. He could leave the person here and be on his way, carrying on with his own purpose and let them awake on their own, or he could stay and wake them and probably get dragged into whatever mess they got into to find themselves in this situation in the first place. Admittedly, he was overall more fond of the first idea, but there was a third factor here.

....they were in the middle of the orange and red fields known as the Plains of Hesitation. Possibly one of the worst places to be rendered unmoving, probably confused, and left alone in, disoriented.

The telly sighed internally and made up his mind to help this lost soul. Walking over closer and, after shooing off some curious doubts, squatting down to check them over. They seemed well and in otherwise perfect shape. ...Odd. He could ask how this all happened later. For now, he grudgingly took one of their arms and slung it across his shoulders and slid his own around their back to pick them up. Taking a second or two to look around for any sort of danger before carrying them past the previous ring of flowers and into the significantly shorter grassed area around where the first broken tree was. At least here they were safer.

Perhaps if he was lucky the person would wake up here sooner or later. He didn’t plan on carrying them forever.