bloodied-raincloud

[bloodied-raincloud]

Tempest sighed and sat down at his desk. So many anomalies, so little time. He barely had any for himself nowadays, what with the influx from that… event a few months ago. He had been feeling off since, as if something was about to happen. It had been getting worse over time, and he was almost unable to ignore it at this point. What was the origin of this feeling? How dangerous was it? He couldn’t find out, but he could prepare. Hopefully it was enough…

Muse Info

Tempest (Updike)

Age: 32

Race: Human

Height: 5’11

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Bi Ace

Description: He wears a light grey suit with a dark grey, slightly bluish tie and a white undershirt, mid grey pants, and light grey shoes with even lighter tips. He has on gloves that are the same color as his tie.

[bloodied-raincloud]

((ayyo your blog looks cool- i wanna yeet one of my ocs at ya now-))

:}

[bloodied-raincloud]

It made a happy crackling noise, repeatedly patting Whitty’s head with its little hands. They looked like a child.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

It made a happy buzzing noise, the mist around them flickering. “Ỵ̸̅e̶͙̿s̴͑ͅ!̶̧͑ ̶̲͘W̵͇̅a̸̱̾ṉ̶̈́t̶̤̑ ̸͚͗p̸̭͗l̷̦̉ē̵̠a̴͚̾s̸̪̿ė̷̲,̶̮͑ ̴̛̮a̷̤̍r̶̢͝ě̴͍ ̸͇̏ġ̶̼o̷̻̕o̵̡̍ḓ̸̓. ̴̬̃Q̷̼͆ṷ̴͝ḭ̷̑e̷͈̔t̸̲͌ ̶̘̑ä̵̯́ṉ̴͌d̴̛͍ ̷͉̒n̵̉ͅí̵̦c̸̩͝e̶̛͜ ̶̭̈́a̵̜̽n̵̲̍ḋ̸͜ ̸͚̇ḧ̷͓́e̸̺͂l̴͙͋p̵͇̓ ̶̻̔a̵̱͂n̷͙͑d̷̼͊ ̵̻̑f̸̳͋r̴̥̋i̵̪͑é̴͓n̵̦͗d̷̺̈.” It hummed happily, nuzzling Whitty. Some of the wisps of mist twined around Updike’s fingers.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

They nodded, hugging Whitty. “M̷͈̎m̸̛̮m̷̫͠m̵̻̑m̶̨͘…̶͉͘ ̶͇́p̸͇̀ṙ̸̜ǫ̸̇m̸̤͆i̸̞̎s̷̟̎è̶̫ ̴͚̅w̴̟͊i̴̖͒l̵̪̓ļ̶́ ̵͉̒p̸̘͋ṝ̷ő̶͉t̷̲̍ë̴̻́c̶͎͗t̵̢̀ ̵̢͐M̷͒ͅi̸̤͋s̷̹̒t̸̛̟?̶͓̈ ̸̧̍K̷̖̈́e̴͇͆ẹ̶͌p̴̩̅ ̴̘̋a̷̜͛w̸̠̎a̶̙͒ý̶̻ ̴̰̌f̵͍̀r̶̮̽o̸͔̐m̸͉͝ ̶̰̽l̸̨̇ô̴̹u̸̢̔d̴̰͆ ̴̠͂ḁ̷͊ǹ̸ͅg̵̺͊r̸̭̐ÿ̴̦́ ̷̨͒ṗ̶̲e̵͔͌o̸̬͊p̸͙̋l̷̨̐e̵̲̎?̴̟̃” Maybe they had a soft quiet place for it to stay in? It was always trying to find somewhere quiet, but it could never find anywhere quiet to go… “Ĥ̷̹a̶̪̚v̵̟̒è̷͜ ̶̝̒s̷̡͑ō̸̘f̵͉͋t̴̨͑ ̶̙̌q̶̥́ū̷̻į̵̕e̷̘͂t̵̝͛ ̴̬̋p̸̥͘ľ̸͙ą̸̚c̸͍̕e̴̺̅?̵̩̐”

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

He was in the blank void, like always but this time there was something different it was a thin…mist? How and when that came into this place?

234567:Hello?

There was a crackling noise, like a geiger counter with a very low reading. There was a very faint wind, but it wasn’t blowing in one direction. It was almost curling around him, little wisps of vapor flickering around his arms and legs, almost like it was observing him. The static crackling got louder, almost seeming to form words. It sounded like someone had turned on a spirit box, only long enough for it to say a single word. “P̷̬͠é̵̥r̵̠̀ŝ̷̲o̶͚͝n̵̹͑?̸̭̒”

[bloodied-raincloud]

Its eyes widened and it let out a surprised crackle. “…̵̠͚̓w̸̦̾i̵͈̥̽͘l̶͍̋̋l̴̪͒̽ ̷̺͊̍p̴̱͐͝ŕ̵̜̻̓ó̴̲̖t̴̞̭͒ḙ̶̩́̈c̶͕͛t̶̯̀ͅ ̴̘̩́̀M̷͆͜ī̵̭̼͊ŝ̸̖͘ț̵̛͜?̶̱̭̌” It curled a bit more around Whitty’s head, making a small happy noise. No one had ever wanted to protect it before! “P̴̹̈́e̵̼͑o̷̯̓p̵͕̿l̴̟͌ḙ̴͑ ̸͖̒a̴̩͗l̴̟͠w̸̝͊a̴̬̚y̶̛͉s̸̼̚ ̶̭͂p̸͆͜r̷̠͛ò̸̻ẗ̵̰́e̷̼͊c̸̠̏t̷̬̀ ̸̥̒f̷͚̌ṙ̸̨o̴̪͆m̵̠̊ ̶̦͗M̷͖͋i̷̝̍s̵͚̔t̴̪͂,̷̡̚ ̸̫͒n̸͍̽ọ̴͒t̷͍͛ ̶̞̈p̷͎͌r̸͙̎o̵̺̊t̸̰͌e̷͎͆č̵̞t̵͙͗ ̴̲̋M̷̢͗i̸̼͑s̷̺̎t̶̹̎.” If they were going to protect it should they know about what hurt it? Probably. “…̵̧́Ǒ̶̧n̷͍͘ļ̵̑y̴̻̌ ̷̪͝o̶̻͛n̷͉͆ě̶̖ ̸͚͋ẅ̸̮́ȁ̵̭y̷̞͆ ̷͚͂ţ̴̎o̵̼͛ ̶̤̔h̵͓̀u̷͙͌r̵̠̕t̷̘͊ ̸̭̚M̵̲͠i̸͍͊s̷̿͜t̷͕͗,̵̞͌ ̴̟̎i̸̢͌s̵̗͝ ̸͍̾v̴̳̾e̸͉͋r̷̝̔y̶̡̏ ̸͖̆h̸͓͗a̶͚̽r̷͔͋d̸̘̈́ ̴͒͜t̵͕̐o̸̰͝ ̸̡̍d̷̺̾ö̴̝́ ̸̝̐ȧ̵͎n̵̙̅d̴̺̀ ̶͖̍m̸̨͐ȁ̸̗g̷̳̃i̵̥͛c̴͓̈́-̵̱̉y̷̪̕.̴͈̀ ̷̟̎O̷̘͛ñ̵͈l̵͍͒ẙ̸̻ ̶̰̊h̴͎̍o̵͍͠ó̸̠d̶͇͑e̷̳͝d̴͍̒ ̵̥͠p̷͚̅e̶̟̔ŏ̵̡p̶͙̾ĺ̷̙ḛ̴̄ ̶̣͊k̴͖̕n̴̩̄ȇ̵͇ẁ̵̬.̴̙͋ ̴̙̍N̴̗͆ȏ̶̢t̸̬̉ ̴͊ͅk̸̹̂n̸̞͐o̸̰̽ẁ̴̝ ̷̖̿h̷̤̓o̶̡̎w̷̩̄ ̸͉͑w̵̼̑o̶̹͊r̸̘͠k̷͖͊s̴̫͐.̵̗̅.̵̡̋ ̴̎͜H̴̬̔o̷̿ͅw̶̲̽ ̵̺͐f̶͎̽ǐ̷̧g̴͙̒h̴̥͌t̴̹͂ ̴̳̌t̷͕̕h̸̠͛e̸̜̕m̶̞͌ ̶̘̎i̴͇͌f̷̗͛ ̸̫̌ṇ̷͗o̸̯̔t̷̻̕ ̷̹͂k̷̙̽ń̵̩ȍ̶͖w̵̩̅ ̷͕͗h̸̻̊o̷̟̍w̸̞͛ ̸̟̄w̶͚̽o̶͎̅r̶͚̄k̶̺̕s̸͉̿?̵̯̓” It let out a concerned buzz. “Ẃ̵̧h̴̟̀a̴̲̿t̶̙̎ ̶͈͗if̴̫͘ ̸̱̍o̴͎͐t̸̼̎h̸̗̆e̸̝̽ȑ̴̮ ̷͈̈́p̶̼͐e̷̤̿o̸̝͠p̷̖̋ḻ̴̂ȅ̵̻ ̷̞́f̷͕͝i̶͎͑n̴̘͊d̶̟̀ ̷̯͝o̸̧̒u̷̺̓t̸̥̋ ̴̡̎h̸̠̒o̵̤͘w̶̦̾?̵͓͌ ̷̛̭L̷̝͆o̴̫͐ȗ̵̥ḏ̴̂ ̴̪͠b̶͕͗o̴͈̒m̵̲̔b̴̘͝ ̴͉̽m̵̱͗a̷̲͒ṋ̷͑ ̵̣̾g̴̙̈o̸̢̿t̵́͜ ̶̨̛c̵̭̈́l̵̙̏ő̷̯s̶̃ͅě̷̤,̷̬̏ ̵̝̃w̷̲̿å̴̭s̸̄͜ ̴͍͒s̵̰̈́c̴̖̋a̷̤͐r̶̘̔y̴͍͒…̵̗̽” It shivered, curling closer around Whitty’s head.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

“red liquid? you mean blood?”

“well, you shouldn’t follow their orders if they hurt you and don’t explain anything. You’re not their little murder puppet.”

“agreed.”

They tilted their head. “İ̴̺s̷̭̀ ̷̥̏r̸̯̀ḙ̸͝d̵̼̏ ̵̪͝ă̴͚n̸̪͛d̸̝͝ ̸̘͑c̶̡̕o̷̗͌m̵̢͌e̵̘̋s̶̙͒ ̷̻̓ō̶͎u̸͚͊t̸̻̃ ̴̻̋o̴̳̔f̶̜̓ ̶̣͆p̶̙̏e̶̮̓o̸̗͠p̴̦̾ḽ̸̕ȩ̴̕ ̶̠͊ẃ̴̫h̶͈̅e̴̙͂n̵͔̿ ̶̲͗y̴͈͛ỏ̷̧u̶͓̿ ̶̱͆ḫ̷̾ú̶̮r̷̯̚t̵͒͜ ̵̺͆t̴̡̃h̶͎͌ẹ̶͘m̴̭̂?̴͈̅” It made a small buzzing hum, poking at Whitty’s wick. “B̶͈̉ǘ̸̱t̷͓̂ ̶̡̿i̸̖̍f̸͚̊ ̸̲̌d̴̹͠i̶͇͑d̵̦͊n̴̪̓’̵͙̿t̸̥̚ ̴̧̀f̶͚̃o̸͉͠l̷̻͊l̵̦͘o̵̲͗w̶̫̽ ̵̪́ơ̵̤r̷̩̒d̷͎͠e̸̞̎r̴̬̄s̷̘͠ ̸͓̍w̷̥̒ả̸͈s̶̮̓ ̷͖̕ḧ̸͚ū̵̦r̵̝͂t̶̗̆.̸̠̉ ̴̨̚H̸̥̓a̶͙͝d̴̡͝ ̶̥̍o̷̯̕n̶͖͆l̴̢͒y̸̹̑ ̸̟́ẅ̸̲́a̷̘͗ŷ̸͓ ̵̤͠t̶̮̃o̸̭͂ ̴̳͌h̴͐ͅű̶̜r̵̬͘t̵͓̿ ̷̛̻Ḿ̵̬i̵̗͑ṡ̴̫ţ̸̈́,̸̙͐ ̶̘͌ĉ̷̜o̴̞̊u̶̻̓l̴͙̀d̵̦̚ ̶̬́ç̶̽o̷̙̿n̴̗͒t̷͙́r̸̡͐ȍ̶̯l̶͔̿.̴̛̠ ̵͇͝I̸̬͋f̵̻͂ ̶̼͘a̷̮̿š̷̨k̷͔̀e̴̙̋ḋ̵͓ ̶͈̎t̵̲͐ò̵̺ö̵̧́ ̶̲̽m̸̳͐a̵̛ͅn̴͖̑ỷ̷̪ ̸̾ͅq̸͉̍ȗ̸̩ȩ̷̓s̷͙͐ţ̶͝i̷͐͜ó̵̺n̴͉̔ś̴͇ ̶̜̅ẅ̶̫́a̴̼̿s̵͚͐ ̷̙̾h̵̤̍ṳ̸͆r̵̩̂ẗ̵́ͅ…̶̹̿” They were gone now, and it didn’t know where they went. If they came back then they would hurt it for not doing what they told it to, so it had just… kept doing it. No questions asked. No questions allowed. “W̶͒ͅh̶̫̐ä̵͙t̸̢̅’̸̙͛s̷͍̆ ̷̱̕m̶̘̿ụ̵͊r̷̙̒d̴̞̍e̷͚͘r̷̩̅?̴͈̓ ̶̩̒P̶͍̑e̵͓̐o̴͉͂p̴̗͌l̴̠͗e̴͎͝ ̸̡̑s̵̡̚ā̸͎y̴̬͌ ̵̰̋M̶̠̅i̸͈̽s̸̞͌t̷͎͆ ̶̬̅d̶͉͐ò̸͎ẽ̸̳ṣ̶̋ ̷̧̊i̶̧̓ṭ̵́,̴̱̈́ ̴̦͌i̵̫͘s̸̡̄ ̷̥͛ť̸̢h̸͍̽ė̶̙ ̷̰̈́b̸͕̄l̴͜͠o̵̞̊ő̶̤d̶̳̋ ̷̭͘ṯ̷̐a̴̧̾k̸̠͗i̵͇͝n̶͉̓ǧ̷ͅ?̶͇̎” They had done a lot of that.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

It nodded, making a quiet cracking noise. “N̷͖̋o̵̪̍t̷͎́ ̷̹̔n̸͔̂í̸̘c̴̪̅e̸̥̓.̴̬̃ ̸̬͊Ă̶̻l̶̰̄w̵͎̄ȧ̶͖y̸̢̚s̵̩̐ ̶̲͑s̷̹͐a̵̟͑i̶̜̓d̶͜͝ ̷̹͌M̷͉̽i̴̛̲s̵̆͜t̶͙͘ ̸̳͝w̸̬̾a̸̼͆s̵͙͂ ̶͇͂s̴͈̒u̸͍̒p̸̳͝p̶̪̎o̶̲̅s̵̩̕e̷͇͒d̵̘̓ ̵̖͝t̵̮͗ő̵̰ ̷̮̈́t̴̹̋a̶̖̎k̵͙̈ẽ̷̫ ̵̩̏t̵̞͝h̴̻̽e̶͑͜ ̵̡͂r̷̤̆e̶̩͌d̷̗̽ ̴͙̆l̴͕͊i̴̞̓q̷̨͋u̵̝̍ï̸͇d̵͍̒ ̷̠̔f̷̦͋r̶̛̼ỏ̶͍m̵̢͌ ̸̗̇p̶̜͊e̷̥͛o̴̡̚p̵̮͒l̴̨̒ẻ̷͜,̵͔̍ ̴̲̊b̴̞̎ų̷͝t̸̯͌ ̶̯̿n̶̯̿ȍ̸͕t̵̠̽ ̷͈͊k̸̛̙n̸̳͝ǒ̸̤w̸͔̒ ̴̼͊w̴͓̍h̸̠͝ẙ̷͕…̵̺͋ ̵̖͂A̸̼̾ḻ̷̄w̴̝̉ä̷̻́y̶̭͐ś̷̞ ̶̩͒w̷̨͋ạ̸̿n̶̓͜ṯ̸͋e̴̛̯d̵̪̊ ̴̼̽t̸̮̓o̶̥̐ ̴͙͗m̶͖̋a̴̠͝k̶͔̂ė̸͈ ̷̖͛M̴̟͗ḯ̸͜ŝ̸̻t̴͚̀ ̶̯̈́d̸̗̓o̷̬̚ ̴͈̃t̷̻͒h̶͙̃ḭ̶̀n̸͕̿g̸̭̑s̶̝͊,̴̩̎ ̴̧͐ņ̶̀ė̶̻v̶̬̈́e̵̠͛r̸͚͆ ̸̻͝è̶̪x̴̛̤p̷̹̎l̴̺̓a̶̘̾i̵̙̎ń̵̟e̶͚͝ď̶̰.̵̑͜ ̴̰̊S̷̖͂a̵͛͜i̷͚͑d̴͙̿ ̷̙̊M̵̲̑i̶̝̽s̵̟͆t̴̲̂ ̸̢̿d̵̙͗i̷̠͒d̸̯̽n̴̲̈’̸͚͒ṯ̷̾ ̸̤̃n̷̘͊e̵͚̍e̷̤̎d̴̬͘ ̵̭̔t̸͔̕o̶͕͝ ̸̟̈́ḳ̵͑n̴̠̐ő̶̝w̸̥͛,̸̣̌ ̴̭͝t̴̟͌h̵̻̒a̴̮̽ṫ̷̜ ̸̦̒j̷͔͠ǘ̶͍s̶̪̋t̵͍̚ ̵̞͑ĥ̴̺a̸͂ͅd̴̜̂ ̸̭͋ț̵̊ȯ̴̪ ̸̢̈́’f̷͔̍o̷̙̍l̷̛̜l̸̻̈́ȯ̸͔w̴̡͊ ̴̮̏o̷͍̔ȓ̷͖d̵̼̕e̵̟̎r̷̤͆s̵̢̓’.” It still didn’t understand most of the things they made it do.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

It made a happy little crackling noise, nuzzling Whitty’s head. “P̶͙͐̽ë̵̢̪̕ò̵̙͕̋p̶̘̥̌l̷̘̾̈́e̵̼͂͛ ̵̢̉̆l̸̡̯̑i̷͚͋k̴͔͆̔e̸̟͉͌ ̵͓̀t̸͍̚h̶̞͇̑͘ḛ̶͂ ̷̟͓̽̔o̵̙͘n̷̘̼̍͛è̷͇s̷̟͕̄ ̶̞͘͝w̵̢̨̐i̷͓̐̂t̵̫͒͝ḩ̸͆̾ ̷͍̣͗̓h̵͉̆o̶̠̬̽ŏ̵͈d̶̯̐̊s̵̟̠̈́?̴̱͎̊ ̷͓̹̋̍O̶̻͑̌n̵͎͐́ḙ̷̔s̵̙̞̈́̋ ̴͉̱̇w̶̝̳͒h̶̐ͅo̵̟̓̃ ̴̤͕͗̒m̵̭̌͊ȃ̵̠̤d̶̮̒ͅe̵͖̐ ̴̧̃M̴͍͗i̵̮̐̑s̴̳͈̈t̴͓͘ͅ.̴͓̞̂͝ ̴̫͒͘S̴̘̆͐a̵̬̞̎ḯ̶̤̘d̴̛̞̄͜ ̷͎̈́w̵̲͊́a̵̭̬͝͝s̸̻̏̕ ̷̦̄́t̴̘̻͑h̸̭̕ǎ̴͎̽t̵͈̒̀ͅ ̴̼͒a̸̟̕ ̸͙̾̒l̸̢͖͐͂o̵̧̓̀t̴̼͑…̴̠͙͐́ ̷̺̿h̷̫͈̄u̶̢͕̐̒r̷̪̯̂͋t̸͉̑ ̶̡̼̆M̴̮͛͜ḯ̵̡s̶̹͎̍t̶̘͛ ̶̤͌̂a̵͖͚̒ ̴͈̗̑̔l̶͈̅o̶̪̬͝t̶̳̳̅̐” They shuddered slightly. The hooded people were very much Hated Things for Mist.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

“W̴̲̎a̷͖͒y̴̲̑ ̶̦̐ṫ̵̖o̵̼̕ ̵͚̕h̷̗̆u̶̹͌r̷̗̀t̸̯̉ ̴̩̎m̷̧͗i̶͖͛s̷͓͝ț̸̋ ̶̝͌i̷̜͒š̴̱ ̷͓͌h̴̠͋i̸͛ͅd̷͓̄ḋ̵̮e̸͙̓n̶̗͆.̴̻͆ ̵̫͂W̷̟̉i̶̼͑ĺ̵̺l̷̻̊ ̶̭́k̴̗͘i̵̱͊l̴̦͌l̶̖̂ ̸̲̋ȟ̴͉e̷̫͛ṛ̷̈́ ̵͇͑b̶͔̊e̵͇̽f̶̯̍o̶͖͘ŕ̴̮ȇ̴ͅ ̷̘͛s̵̜̽h̵̗̒ẻ̶̖ ̴̜͛f̶͖͋i̴̘̕n̷̠̚d̵̩͐s̷̹͘ ̸̩̿i̴̱̔t̵͚̊.̸͈͋” Mist would never let anyone get their hands on the way to hurt it ever again. The hooded people had used their magics to make a way to hurt it but they left a long time ago. …right?

In the dead of night, in a system of dense alleyways, 2 pairs of heavy footsteps rang out, one considerably more distant than the other. These were the only sounds present, other then the pants and choked sobs of what seemed to be a young male. If someone were to view this male, however, it would become apparant that he is no human. "Oh god, please no-"

-@sunny-skies-and-timid-thunder (feel free to ignore.)

The thick fog hung around him, heavy in the darkness. He could feel something watching him, from just out of view.

It looked at the creature walking down the alleys, staring down at him as he moved. He wasn’t human, that they could be sure of. They felt something as he cried, something they thought they had buried long ago. It followed him, the unknown emotion only getting stronger with time. “H̸͇́e̵̤̿l̴̻̓l̵͇͊o̸̭̒” They called out to him in their soft, crackling voice.

[bloodied-raincloud]

It made tiny little tv-static crackling sounds. “Ò̸͎h̶͚̀h̷̞̆!̶̼͠ ̸̺͒G̷͕̑h̷̡́ò̴͓s̴̜̾ẗ̸̥s̷̛͓ ̶̻͐a̷͇̅r̴̬̍e̵͍̿ ̷̠̃ẁ̷̘a̶͙͆t̶̖̽ë̷̮r̷͐͜ ̶̟̊l̴͔̈į̸̐k̸̨͛e̴͇̾ ̴̳̓m̷̡̀i̴͖̇s̶͍̏ẗ̴̖́!̶͕̚” It looked happy at that. It found a creature like it! This was definitely a very Liked Thing indeed.

They wondered if they could move the ghost like they could move other water…? It tried, causing Blue’s form to waver a bit. “!̶͓̫͑̇̃!̴̪̘͎̑͐!̸̯͖̟͐̾̐”

"Blue..where are we..?"

"I don't know, Patch, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get us lost"

"It's okay.." *Patch sighed. God dammit, why hadn't he just asked Blue to teleport them home?*

@explosive-friends

The area was covered in a thick fog, swirling around their feet and almost clinging to their clothes. They couldn’t see a foot in front of them, it was so impenetrable. A large glowing pair of eyes opened in front of them, staring.

It looked at the creatures. More bombs? It hadn’t seen any since… him. It narrowed its eyes. If they were like him it would have no problem killing them immediately. The grey people had said they didn’t have to kill things, but they still could, if they wanted to. It closed its eyes, appearing in front of them. “Ẇ̷̱̤̄h̵̘͎̋̓̆ͅö̴̢̰̳́͘?̸̨̛̔́̍̄”

[bloodied-raincloud]

“Í̶̡͉͚̣̄s̶̬̎ ̷̡̨̒͝ͅM̴͚̔̑̍i̵̢̇̂̈́s̴͉̺̎̉́̕t̴̰̓̇ ̷͕͔͙̀̎́g̷̡̛̲̀̆͝o̶̙̻̿͜ơ̶̭̬̤̩̈́͐d̴̹̝͎̼̂̿͆?̸͙̞̒̒͛͝” It really wanted to be. They were both very much Liked Things for Mist, and it wanted to be the same for them. It didn’t know what the difference between not bad and good was, but it was probably like the difference between not being a Hated Thing and being a Liked Thing.

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

It moved a bit closer, patting him on the head with a condensed bit of mist. It felt almost like an actual person. “C̴̪̚̚a̸̻̞̒̋n̶̳͑’̷̻͎̑͗t̶͉͠ ̶̜̓b̷̨̆e̷̢̬͝ ̷̠̑͜h̵̼̝̿̏u̷͍̪͊r̵̝͌̚t̵̨̡͘ ̴̢̦̉b̷̡̳͐̽ỷ̴̧̪͌ ̵̧̥͝n̷͕̋ȏ̵̱r̵̜̞͊̈́ṁ̸̪̙ą̴̽͘l̷̮̏̚ ̷̱͝ṱ̷̘̃h̸̹͗͠į̷͖̊̌n̸̲͓̐g̷̦͋̑s̵͖̔.̵̞͔̽́ ̸͕͙̂Å̷̰͇̾m̴͚̈́ ̸̧̈́̑v̵̳̖́̋ḙ̵̯̾ṙ̸̪̞y̷͉͊ ̷̱̓͐h̵͍̏͘ä̴͇́̕r̷̬̍d̶͔̤̀͋ ̵͕́̓ṯ̸̜͌͐ơ̴̢͉̓ ̸̺̰̏ǧ̷̼̱̌e̸̜̍͊t̴͎̀͝ ̸͇͒r̴̝̍i̸̖͛͛d̵̫͕͑ ̴̼̒̈́o̵͚̕ḟ̵͕.̷͓͉͊” It wouldn’t hesitate to kill Her if it needed to. They were very much used to having to end things that tried to hurt them.

In the dead of night, in a system of dense alleyways, 2 pairs of heavy footsteps rang out, one considerably more distant than the other. These were the only sounds present, other then the pants and choked sobs of what seemed to be a young male. If someone were to view this male, however, it would become apparant that he is no human. "Oh god, please no-"

-@sunny-skies-and-timid-thunder (feel free to ignore.)

The thick fog hung around him, heavy in the darkness. He could feel something watching him, from just out of view.

It looked at the creature walking down the alleys, staring down at him as he moved. He wasn’t human, that they could be sure of. They felt something as he cried, something they thought they had buried long ago. It followed him, the unknown emotion only getting stronger with time. “H̸͇́e̵̤̿l̴̻̓l̵͇͊o̸̭̒” They called out to him in their soft, crackling voice.

[bloodied-raincloud]

“Ò̵̤͈̳͗̊ḩ̶̳̬̔̕h̸̘̪͌̅ẖ̶̘̭͒͛h̷̠͙̘͆̚ȟ̸̲̠̂” What was that? Was it a kind of creature like he was? He couldn’t feel any blood in them, was that a ghost thing too?

“W̷̜̥̘͈̩̽́͜h̴͍́͑͛̀̓͜a̸̢͉̳̠̺̩̾t̷̝͕̩̽̃͗̊͑̑͜ ̶̫͕̹̚i̴̘̳̼͌̆͒s̸̲͔̕͝ ̷̡̟͇̖͂̑̅͌͝͝g̵̡̙͍̽̇h̵̪̉́͆́̍̊ͅó̴̾͜s̸̟͓̮̩̄͝t̶̗̺̜͠?̴̙̳̟̏͂̀” It tilted its head at him, looking curious.

"Blue..where are we..?"

"I don't know, Patch, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get us lost"

"It's okay.." *Patch sighed. God dammit, why hadn't he just asked Blue to teleport them home?*

@explosive-friends

The area was covered in a thick fog, swirling around their feet and almost clinging to their clothes. They couldn’t see a foot in front of them, it was so impenetrable. A large glowing pair of eyes opened in front of them, staring.

It looked at the creatures. More bombs? It hadn’t seen any since… him. It narrowed its eyes. If they were like him it would have no problem killing them immediately. The grey people had said they didn’t have to kill things, but they still could, if they wanted to. It closed its eyes, appearing in front of them. “Ẇ̷̱̤̄h̵̘͎̋̓̆ͅö̴̢̰̳́͘?̸̨̛̔́̍̄”

[bloodied-raincloud]

Updike chuckled and gently pat mist on the head.

“yes mist, you are a liked thing.”

It made happy staticky crackling noises, leaning into he touch. These two were very mich Liked Things now, they would make sure they weren’t taken away. It was not easy to keep Liked Things, especially when they were alive, but they would try their best. It began to make a slightly mechanical humming noise, sinking into Whitty. It felt safe here. It hadn’t felt safe… ever. Not for long at least, not like this. They only ever felt safe from one or two things at a time, mostly things that were probably-gone. Right now it felt safe from so many things, it was hard to keep track of them all. It was also feeling something else, a sort of all-over niceness. They thought that maybe this was how not-bad felt, like it was the opposite. Was there a word for that? “Ǐ̴̝s̸̻͛ ̸̢͋t̴͔̕h̴̥́e̷̻͋r̶͍͗è̵̙ ̷̭̀a̷̘̎ ̴̼̋ẁ̵̭o̸̝̓r̸͚̆d̵͉͒ ̷̝̅t̴̯͘h̴̨̔á̵̹ẗ̵̙́ ̴͔͒m̴̥͌e̸̫͂a̷̤̔ṇ̴̅s̷̗͛ ̵̳̆ǹ̸̳ỏ̸̢t̶̘̀-̸̣͌b̸̘͝ȧ̸͈d̴͖͑?̷͎͗”

Updike and whitty were going home. “I knew we shouldn’t of stayed out later than planned, whitty. Now look, we can barely see anything will all this mist!” “You still had fun. And besides, you wouldn’t be complaining if there wasn’t mist.” Updike sighed. “Fair point...” they kept walking. @chill-bomb

((Welcome to eeby deeby

Eyes opened behind them and it stared. They heard a quiet static in their minds, unable to tell where it’s coming from. What were these? A bomb? It thought it had killed that, it didn’t know there were more. ‘Whitty’? That sounded a lot like Whitmore…

What was he?

[bloodied-raincloud]

It moved closer, wisps of mist trailing behind it. These two didn’t seem very dangerous, and they didn’t seem aggressive either. That was liked, it Hated mean people. It probably wouldn’t kill them yet, maybe not ever. It looked at blue. “F̵̨̣̮̻̋l̶̩̺̂̅ǒ̵̠̺͌̕͝ã̸ͅt̴̤́̓ĩ̴̡͇͖͘n̴̗̪͖̠̋͐g̸̮͌̈͠” They peered at him curiously, examining him as they slowly drifted around the two. It was admittedly a little pleased to find something that was more similar to itself, even if they were very different in other ways.

"Blue..where are we..?"

"I don't know, Patch, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get us lost"

"It's okay.." *Patch sighed. God dammit, why hadn't he just asked Blue to teleport them home?*

@explosive-friends

The area was covered in a thick fog, swirling around their feet and almost clinging to their clothes. They couldn’t see a foot in front of them, it was so impenetrable. A large glowing pair of eyes opened in front of them, staring.

It looked at the creatures. More bombs? It hadn’t seen any since… him. It narrowed its eyes. If they were like him it would have no problem killing them immediately. The grey people had said they didn’t have to kill things, but they still could, if they wanted to. It closed its eyes, appearing in front of them. “Ẇ̷̱̤̄h̵̘͎̋̓̆ͅö̴̢̰̳́͘?̸̨̛̔́̍̄”