puppeteer-rebecca

[puppeteer-rebecca]

sorry

im so s orry for not being active on here guys

im ill just

i was gonna try to do replies today but i dont even have the energy to check if i have any to do other than the one with frery

im sorry

i just today has been so emotionally draining i just cant do anything

im sorry

[puppeteer-rebecca]

"Oh, it isn't too far. Right now it's January, so it's about... Three months away! And on your birthday you'll get a ton of presents and food and a huge cake!"

Rebecca looked genuinely excited at that, despite the fact that it wasn't her own celebration.

Rebecca screeches into view next to Calum. "We can't have that!" She exclaims."We can make up a birthday! Do you have a favorite day?"

!!!

"I-I-… Um… I never r-really know what th-the date i-is any more… but… I… uh…"

He gave a small shrug, nervously looking at the ground and fiddling with the note in hand.

"… I-I dunno…"

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca stood there for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hmm.... You seem like an April person. What about April 14th? Does that sound good to you?"

((I have no idea what I'm doing screM))

Rebecca screeches into view next to Calum. "We can't have that!" She exclaims."We can make up a birthday! Do you have a favorite day?"

!!!

"I-I-… Um… I never r-really know what th-the date i-is any more… but… I… uh…"

He gave a small shrug, nervously looking at the ground and fiddling with the note in hand.

"… I-I dunno…"

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Her reflexes weren't exactly lightning, and as a result she landed on her backside. She got up, slightly cautiously, and made sure to keep her distance this time.

"I'm sorry, but you don't seem fine. But I understand-"

She turned to leave.

How can he help Calum if he's like this?

Rebecca didn't realize she had muttered that aloud.

Rebecca stumbled as she entered the empty whiteness, righting herself quickly and scanning her surroundings for him. Catching sight of the other, she jogged towards him. "Hey! You're... you're Calum's husband, right? H-He's talked a lot about you... I live with him, in his file, so I came by to say 'hello.'" She had to catch her breath for a moment.

//His depression is rising up again, sorry about that.

Batter was sat on the floor with his back to her." Okay. " He didn’t return the greeting or face the puppeteer, just kinda sat there staring down at his hands. Frery’s voice was low and uncaring.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

This time, Rebecca snorted in laughter. She honestly couldn't help it. His voice had broken while he was insisting that he was supposed to strike fear into his enemy's hearts.

"Ha- I'm, heh, sorry, you're just so- pfft- small..." Her voice was broken by laughter. She wasn't trying to be disrespectful. He was not honestly, that short, but compared to his usual height...

" I despise it. I am a purifier. I am supposed to strike fear into the hearts of thy enemies."

" I refuse to stand here and be referred to as cute. “

" I suggest you take back your foul words and beg for my forgiveness. Down on your knees peasant. "

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca bit her lip as she tried to stifle her smile.

"It wasn't an insult. It was meant as a compliment."

She had a strong urge to reach out and ruffle her hair, but she felt that it wouldn't end well and managed to refrain from doing it.

Rebecca peered at Mylon in his now too large clothing, laughing a little. They were practically falling off of him. His shorter height combined with his embarrassed look made him look adorable.

"Hha- You know, you’re so cute right now.”

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca tried to make a show of examining each room she was shown, but in truth she was sold the moment she walked in. Despite the mess it was a lot better than the apartment she was in, in a better neighborhood, and was definitely better than the shelter or the streets.  Raising one eyebrow, she shrugged at the look in his eye. Maybe he was really crazy about sandwiches; she decided not to worry about it too much. If she did, she might come up with stupid theories like he was a murderer or criminal, or something.

"Well, I'm sold. Here's the cash, and I guess I'll unpack my things."

She handed him the money and walked into the room. The ad had said to move in as soon as possible, and she guessed it wasn't possible to be sooner than when she first walked in. Unslinging the backpack from her shoulder, she tossed it onto the bed and unzipped it, beginning to rummage through it.

"I hope you don't mind if I leave soon; I have a job at the Edgewood gas station. I have to be there in a couple of hours, so I'll probably go in around an hour." She called without turning away from her backpack.

Roommate AU ~ [Closed RP with Corruptedbliiss]

Absolon gave a small nod, a little disappointed by how impressed she appeared. How did she not have a more hilarious reaction? The place was disgusting! Or- at least, that’s what everyone else had said. The way it looked right now was normal for him.

"Yes, what else would I do? Show you only one room? That’s stupid. Follow me!"

Waving a hand, he headed down a hall to their right. Down it were two rooms, Absolon’s and a guest bedroom. Opening the guest one first, he held an arm out to show it off.

Inside there was already a bed, a dresser, and a desk with a lamp on it to the side. It seemed to be the only non-messy room, almost as if it had never been touched.

"This is where your room shall be. It has a bathroom to the right-"

He pointed to the door inside of the room, leading to the bathroom. Said bathroom looked just as neat and tidy as this room if you were to walk in.

"-And my room is right across the hall. Also, I think I left a sandwich in here once long ago but I never found it. If you ever find it, you must give it to me, do not eat it or I will yell at you."

As he spoke he still held a smile, but something in his eyes looked deathly serious. Apparently he really wanted that sandwich back.

He tapped his foot lightly as he awaited her to look around the room.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca let out a short scream as the other puppeteer slashed her arm. She grabbed the cut with a slightly trembling hand and held it to her chest. It was bleeding a lot.

"G-God, is everyone in this stupid game crazy!?"

She backed away from the other, the blood from her arm seeping onto her formerly white shirt.

Without hesitating, pulled out the knife and slashed at the girls arm; forcing her to let go of him.

"I asked you nicely to let go of me, now look what you’ve done. Your arm is all bloody~"

You say it in a mocking way, this girl was stupid not to listen to you. You gave her fair warning, you’ve never done that before. She should have listened, too late for her now~

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca peered at Mylon in his now too large clothing, laughing a little. They were practically falling off of him. His shorter height combined with his embarrassed look made him look adorable.

"Hha- You know, you're so cute right now."

" I feel ridiculous in this outfit, these clothes are far too large for me. "

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca thinned her lips. She tried not to be a little annoyed; he probably had things going on. Most Batters did, after all. Stepping closer, she crouched down slightly to the side and behind him, leaning forwards to try to get a look at his face. His gaze was intently on his hands, and despite just now meeting him, she felt compelled to ask.

"Are you okay?"

Rebecca stumbled as she entered the empty whiteness, righting herself quickly and scanning her surroundings for him. Catching sight of the other, she jogged towards him. "Hey! You're... you're Calum's husband, right? H-He's talked a lot about you... I live with him, in his file, so I came by to say 'hello.'" She had to catch her breath for a moment.

//His depression is rising up again, sorry about that.

Batter was sat on the floor with his back to her." Okay. " He didn’t return the greeting or face the puppeteer, just kinda sat there staring down at his hands. Frery’s voice was low and uncaring.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca stared down at the fruitcake, wide-eyed. This was the last gift she would have expected from Calum. She picked it up and poked it with one finger. She would have never eaten fruitcake before becoming trapped here. She hated it. Now, however, things were different. She ate a quarter of it right there before making herself save the rest.

After she was finished scarfing down the piece of fruitcake, she smiled up at Calum.

"Thank you. This really means a lot." She avoided the subject of him eating so much food. She didn't want to be mad over it, but she was, so she decided to ignore.

Surprise!

Your muse opens a present from mine, send “Surprise!” and I’ll generate a number of what my muse got for you

3 - A fruitcake

The ghost smiled gently, thinking he had just given the greatest present ever.

"… I’ve noticed that y-you’re… getting skinnier… a-and I feel bad for e-eating all the food… I’m sorry, I… I c-can’t really help it…"

He looked down, fidgeting with his hands for a moment.

"… B-But, um- I found th-this, and… s-since it’s a type of cake, I thought it m-might be good…?"

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Rebecca raised her eyebrows at the box of mewling kittens. She didn't particularly like animals, but it was a gift from Absolon. She picked it up and screamed as one pounced at her face, hissing.

"Holy shit get this thing off of me!"

She ran in circles, scrabbling at the tiny horror clawing her face.

Surprise!

Your muse opens a present from mine, send “Surprise!” and I’ll generate a number of what my muse got for you

8 - A box of kittens

With a small shrug, Absolon directed one hand to the box, now revealed to be filled with tiny mewing kittens.

"I find those creatures boring and impure, but I assumed you might like them. So I… resisted beating them in order to see if you would want to keep them at all.”

As he spoke he smiled, but his eyes were directed at the small creatures. Absolon’s eyes were filled with disgust, twitching lightly.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

look at this nerd

lazy-elsen replied to your post:while i wait for asks and for writing motivation…

((why not both? absolon bloody and cute :3c ))

perfect

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Bad Blood

Rebecca was sitting in a corner of some long dead Elsen's home, curled up around a picture frame. Along with everything else on her, it had traveled with her into the game, as she had grabbed it in surprise when she was pulled into the world of OFF. It was a picture of her father, mother, and herself in the middle. Her mother's stomach was swollen with the little brother she had never gotten to meet. Her father's face was light, carefree. The picture didn't convey the smell of alcohol. The photograph couldn't predict yet another argument over who should drive the car.

"You're drunk!"

"And you're seven months."

"That doesn't matter!"He won the argument, as usual, because her mother was too soft, sometimes. She guessed they had been lucky every time before that.

At ten years old, she had never seen that much blood before. The only sound in the quiet forest was her screaming. Her father was slumped over at the wheel, and lacking her own, she had to reach her shaking hands into his pocket and call for an ambulance herself, sobbing as the woman who answered her call lied when she said "It'll be okay."

Biting her lip, her throat had a lump in it as she let out a small choked noise. Without a noise, she threw the picture at the wall on the other side of the room, burying her head in her arms as the glass shattered.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

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When Rebecca is around Absolon, she's usually more dirty and also more on her guard. Not against Absolon, but in preparedness when he inevitably attempts to murder or eat someone. Even though she's more or less come to terms with him doing it, she would rather not see it. Also, the need to basically babysit him.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

People act ever so slightly differently depending on who they are around. Send me a ◭ and I'll tell you something my character does or would likely do around yours that is unique or specialized to their interactions.

[puppeteer-rebecca]

Send "Bad Blood" to hear my character obsessing over something bad from their past.

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