crawlinq

[crawlinq]

CRAWLING KNEELS atop the chair, before slowly sliding himself onto countertop. the chair itself clatters to the ground, and much like a cat, crawling sitting on the bench

" ahah ! ! cooking ! ! fun ! !" in front of him is a hot plate, cast-iron pan sizzling with a piece of butter in the middle of it. " cook . . . together ? eat together ?"

finger presses itself against the raw fire, before he slowly pulls it away, seemingly unbothered.

the meat he has is old . it's standard beef , as he has only been here a day , and it's rather unsightly to look at.

" got this ," crawling says, holding it out to eye-level view. "from container."

container means the dregs of a butchers outside bin, but crawling really had not a clue that wasn't quite alright to do.

" free ! ! free ! ! " he's quick to reassure, before unsealing the top and settling it nicely onto a napkin . " me cook . . . meat. for you. you cook, "

he turns towards the vegetables. he's never seen what those are in his life, and honestly, he seems concerned about what they are. "um . . ."

@divinedevourer

[crawlinq]

HAND HOLDS OUT A RUBIX CUBE,

and crawling smiles at the stranger . his usual smile — absent of teeth, splitting across face & hair strewn. inklings of it , dipping into thin lips and maw , coiling about his body and mopped in piles on the floor.

" show you trick , " he procures a cloth , scratchy and old. " me know from friend. "

he settles the cloth atop the cube, doing some strange hand movements atop of it. "vanish !" he says. it's as if he's goading nikolai to repeat after him. " vanish ! "

with a swivel of the hand . . .

the rubix cube does not disappear.

crawling pauses, and tilts his head to the side. a little too far, actually, more than what the constraints of ones body would typically allow .

"like ? dislike ?" regardless, he seems satisfied with it, even if the cube remains as it is in his hand. hyena-esque laugh erupts from non-existent lungs, and the spirit seems to have taken great humor in the whole ordeal. "your turn !"

@ovcrcoat

[crawlinq]

— SUNGLASSES, CHECK. LONG CLOTHES, CHECK.

SPIRITS such as himself harbored a disdain for sunlight. thus, he stuck to the night. eyeless as crawling was, he hadn't exactly a clue as to where sunglasses would be settled - and thus, he propped them atop his head like a headband.

with a slow shuffle, he crawls. there must be more he can do. humans have such exciting means of self expression, do they not ? if he can utilise it to avoid the sun, then . . .

there is a stranger. someone walking ahead of him, in the streetlamps gaze. crawling straightens his arms out, his elbows creaking with a slight pop as he hastens himself to move towards the unknown figure. greasy hair and cheshire smile dons his face, the wet patchiness of bloodied flesh mopped across where eyes should be.

( ah , would this frighten them ? hang on . . . )

he puts he glasses where his eyes should be. glasses. right. they go on the face. that's right, crawling remembers now. he doesn't have ears, and so they struggle to sit, so he resorts to pressing them against his face with his fingers on the base.

" hat , " crawling says, quiet initially. he leans against his heels, kneeling before chuuya, reaching spare hand towards him. "hat . . . for me ? to try ?"

manners, crawling. "please ? me want . . . to try your hat ?" the language fails him a moment, but he gets the words out. chipped fingernails point away from chuuya, instead, pointing at his own head. " put here, for me ? dislike sunlight , " oh, he is asking so kindly. at that, he shuffles his black hair in front of his face so to cover it properly, holding out a cheap pair of sunglasses. "stranger tries these. okay ?"

an exchange ! bartering, even! "like ?" gently, he jostles the sunglasses. "dislike ?"

@graviaraha

[crawlinq]

hello! i would like to apply as mr crawling from homicipher. app is under app, as is stats. thank you

Welcome to freezing Isola Radiale, Mr. Crawling!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 217.

You'll retain your superhuman strength - but only enough to barely lift a car!

Enjoy your stay!

– mod solaris

[crawlinq]

AMAZING: THIS mr. crawling is considered an " ESSENTIAL WORKER "

once a week this other world exorcises all their spirits so this man can dance. the entire group is brought back the next day.

we got these shots with A Go Pro.👆👆

This Monday the earthquakes will shake extra hard to support mr crawlings Dancing..

Extremely hard..

but the Other World said "not hard enough ".so the other world BIT the BULLET The earthquakes wioll shake BENEATH THE world Today. but its costing the apartment complex vital infastrastructuer

mr scarletrela had this to say: " The earthquakes just sounded cool to me. "

but god didnt like that answer so he took away the sun. But then lollapalooza happened and the number of human guests went up.. And The sun started a GoFundMe ..

So Next Time you're Stuck in the Other World looking for the elevator.. Don't Forget to thank Mr Crawling..