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Max felt an uncomfortable chill run up his spine, as if fingers were slowly dragging their way to the back of his head. It's not uncommon, mind you, as he has felt this far too many times to count.

       He glanced around the room, the TV in front of him playing a show he stopped paying attention to ages ago (what was it called? Vigilante’s vigilance? He couldn't remember). The coffee table in front of him held only a remote and Beau’s sweater (he'll return it later… probably). The room felt cold and empty now that Beau was asleep, dead to the world in his slumber, and it only exemplified the disgusting feeling that he was being watched. 

      His eyes cant around the room, trying to find the source of his rolling discomfort. Nothing was moved, even Beau was un-naturally still in his position on the couch . And as his eyes trail around the room in a desperate attempt to keep his fear under control, he sees something. 

    Just past the entrance to the living room, was the kitchen. He and Beau had been attempting to make brownies, with a variance in success, and the lights were left on as they had yet to clean the mess. And on the ground the lights of the kitchen cast a shadow, the shadow of a man.

     Fear shot through Max faster than he had ever felt before, his limbs locking up and the screen that was his face flaring in static. Beau seemed to shift towards him where he sat, frozen and stiff in place. 

    Despite the shadow in the kitchen moving, clearly human in its shape, there was no sound. Maybe that's why it feels as though there was something in his house, as opposed to someone. The air felt as though it was actively fighting to stay out of his lungs, his chest aching as he watched the shadow pitter around his kitchen from the other room.

     Suddenly, there was a noise. The flutter of a soft material moving through the wind seemed so out of place in the still house. And then the shadow grew closer to the door.

     Max felt himself lay down, but he didn't feel as though he was in his body. He struggled to keep himself from having air into his lungs as he heard gentle footsteps grow closer. The footsteps in complete contrast to the situation, it would have made him laugh any other day. 

     He felt his stomach coil in disgust as the figure, whoever- no, whatever, was stopped in front of him. His eyes remained firmly shut as his heart thudded painfully in his chest, the only comfort he had was the feeling of Beau breathing next to him. A small ringing noise came from Beau with every breath he took.

     Then, against all of Max's wills, he jumped as he felt a hand touch his screen. The soft (far to soft) fingers traveling down his face, caressing his antennas, fiddling with the buttons on his face. Max's eyes slowly faded back into view on his screen, his stomach rolling at the thought of someone touching his face and not being able to see.

      Whatever was above him felt wrong. The soft colors of the round face that stood above him portraying an odd image. 

   ‘wasn't that the neighbor from next door?’ is what ran through Max's head as he gazed up at the flowery man.

     The petals on its head swayed side to side, looking almost ethereal when backed by the lights of the TV. The unsettling smile looked wretchedly sinister on its face as it withdrew its hand.

    “Oh!” The thing spoke, its voice sickeningly sweet, “you're awake!”

   You could have mistaken the thing for an excited child with the way it jumped in place happily. Max felt his stomach sink further into his chest as he tried to rationalize the actions of the man, creature, thing? that was in front of him. Why was it here? How did it get in? Looking at the figure in front of him, he wanted to find an explanation for why his heart felt like it was stalling. 

      He felt his breathing pick up more rapidly as it grabbed his hand and drew him to a standing position. Before he could even acknowledge the change in position he was dragged to the kitchen.

     “Look! I saw you were trying to make brownies! So I made some for you!” The thing in front of him was speaking as if he was showing his mother an art project he made at school.

      Max felt his body begin shaking as he stared at the plate of brownies.

     “You were watching us” the words were whispered in horror, his eyes never leaving the plate of goodies, staring as if they could kill him if he took his eyes off them.

     The thing smiled impossibly wider, the grin cracking across his face in an unnatural way that showed far too many teeth, “of course I was watching you! You're my best friend!”

     Max wracked his memory in a panic infused haze, failing to find when this was established. When had they ever talked? Max didn't even know the creature's name. Was this thing familiar with his life? It must have been, to be able to watch him so efficiently. 

     Ice traveled up his legs keeping him rooted in place as his eyes disappeared from his screen, a loud, long, high pitched beep emitting from his head as static drew across his screen. The creature was startled.

      “Oh,” it seemed remorseful, “I forgot that you don't like almonds. I'll take these back.”

     It grabbed the tray of detectibles, looking hatefully down at the dessert before swiftly exiting the room, giving a happy ‘bye!’ as it left the house as if nothing happened.

     The loud ringing that was coming from Max's head turned into a blaring alarm. The sound grating to hear as the panic consumed him. His hands scrambled to tear at the skin of his arms through his shirt sleeves. Liquid static seemed to peel off of his screen, suspended in air for a time before fading into nothing. He was crying. He was crying?

      His chest ached from the breaths he was taking, the air sharp and painful with each inhale. He couldn't feel his arms anymore, the panicked tearing he had inflicted upon himself rendering his arms numb. 

    That creature had cleaned his kitchen too. He doesn't know why that's what set off the loudest noise yet, but it did. Maybe it's the idea that he not only had a stalker, but the fact that the stalker knows how to put his kitchenware away correctly. Maybe it was the fact that the creature broke in so easily. But the siren that broke from his head was enough to wake Beau from his coma like sleep.

     Beau woke to a sound that he had only heard a handful of times in his life. An ear shattering alarm blared through the house, setting his own panic off in the process. He shot from his lying position and ran to the kitchen, the sound coming loudest from the room. 

     Beau was greeted by a sight that broke his heart. Max sat in the corner of the room, curled into a tight ball. Small specks of blood seeping through his long sleeve shirt, his nails digging painfully into his arms. The static that flowed unrepentantly from his screen glowed unnaturally from where it stayed suspended in the air, fizzing and crackling before fading entirely.

     It took hours for Beau to calm Max down. To coax his hands from his arms, to remove him from the kitchen. Max remained silent throughout the entire ordeal. It was unnerving and concerning. Beau led Max to his bedroom, holding him close on the bed as Max seemed to fall apart under Beau's touch. He fell asleep like that, curled into Beau as the other played with the base of his antennas.

    Later, Beau would question Max about his breakdown. Later, Max would tell Beau that someone was in the house. Later, Beau would go with Max to the police to report stalking (after all, the creature, they would learn his name is Peter, took one of his pans. It could prove that the thing was in his house). 

   Later, they would be told to fuck off. And later, Max would run terrified to Beaus' house, because he found a new tray of brownies on his counter. 

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Something something pony songs gay people

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The three best boys are ponies now??? Idk

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HAPPY EASTER!!!! :D

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Dos a fumny dance

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Petra stood at the front steps of her family home. The windows once illuminated by the shadows of amazing people now remain dead and cold. Petra knows deep down that the house hasn't changed much. Its paint is still peeling lightly from years of rain and snow, it's garden still flourishing as if her father still came out to tend to the little blooms, the house's bedroom windows still lit up as if someone was living there.

Whatever was in the house wasn't human, is what Petra decided. After all, what human would do what he's done and not face even the slightest of consequence? What human could stand in the once bustling home and not feel guilt. That must mean the thing that now roams those halls was something less than human, or perhaps something more?

So Petra stared blankly, no longer feeling as though she had the energy left to cry. All of her tears have been used up. Dry sobs wracking her body as she fell to the pavement, her head cracking into the ground, unable to even hold up its own weight under her grief.

Why? Why her mother? Why her father? Why her brother, who had not even begun to live his life? Why not whatever monster was living underneath her siblings skin.

Her head was pounding, her chest felt heavy and constricting. She needed to breathe, needed to feel something that wasn't the disgusting dread that crawled up her back. Leaving a slimy trail of defeat in its wake. She needed to tear her own chest open, if only to breathe in more than her own panicked breath. Her vision blurry, she began wondering if she might pass out.

A noise startled her in her increasing panic. As Petra looked up, she froze. It was that thing. That disgusting beast that did nothing but take and take and take.

"Why are you here, Petra?", a question that should not have been posed as it was. He spoke as if she was a friend visiting, as if he wasn't sure why she would be at her own home. He spoke as if nothing happened.

"You-", she began, but fell short at the look of confusion on what used to be her twins face, "what have you done."

Her voice broke as she looked at Peter. Just as happy as he had been not even a week ago, entirely unbothered by the lack of life that used to thrive in this home. Despite her inability to shed any more tears, she felt her body heave.

"You. Sick. FUCK." Petra snarled in anger at the open door, her only surviving brother staring blankly as his back was illuminated by the lights from in the house.

"How could you?" She felt as if she was hearing her voice from miles away, crazed even to her own ears.

"HOW. COULD. YOU." Her throat was raw from the scream that tore and clawed it's way from her throat.

"You're not getting away with this."

Why wasn't Peter moving?

"I'll tell the police."

Why didn't he feel *guilt?*

"I'll fucking get you."

Did he have no remorse for Mother and Father?

"I won't stop until you are rotting in a god damn cage.

...Did he feel no remorse for Able?

Petra was startled out of her thoughts with the sound of approaching footsteps. Her head snapped up, petals whipping violently from how quickly she moved.

Is this it? She wondered, is he going to get me to?, she hoped. She hoped she could leave with her family, prayed she could leave with her family. Desperate from the rapid development of this hellish new existence.

"Oh Petra...", her head whipped to Peter's face, his eyes carefully blank and his smile painfully wide.

"We're playing a game of Cat and Mouse now!" He looked giddy at the prospect of playing with her, as if her suffering was nothing more than *entertainment.*

"And..." Peter seemed to think for a moment, "... Well I sure as hell ain't the mouse, right?"

Petra felt sick. If she had anything left in her stomach she is sure that she would have thrown up. Nothing but water and pain medication left.

And it was a game.

Petra could swear that her blood was boiling out of her skin, her head pounding in her ears, and chest beating so heavily that it felt as if the ground was shaking.

She looked up at the monster that prevailed in her twin's skin, the creature that dared to pretend to be human. The vile things that did it's best to act like it could feel. It circled back, in a way, as looking up at the terrifyingly bored eyes of that monster reminded her.

Reminded her that even if it pretended, even if it fooled everyone in this bumfuck town, it could not feel.

The creature she was looking at was not human, and so she backed away, fearful of contracting whatever caused this disease to take hold in what used to be her twin's mind.

Peter didn't move. Perhaps he didn't feel like playing a game of chase at the moment, perhaps he didn't find her worth his time, perhaps he knew it wouldn't be much longer before she was gone anyway.

Petra stood at the opposite side of the street, and found that she no longer had the energy to scream, to yell, to fight back.

Peter looked at the shell of his twin and somehow managed to smile even wider, the grin cutting across his face in a terrifying line. He held no emotions behind that smile, and even less behind his eyes.

"No one will believe you." The words were chirped in such a chipper tone that for a second she thought she had heard him wrong.

Peter repeated the phrase. An impossibly cold laugh ripped its way out of his mouth, his empty smile falling away for a brief second to reveal something worse.

Ice traveled up Petras spine, a sinking cold enveloping her mind as she watched the abomination in front of her double over in laughter. The cackles that left his mouth even less human than his words, otherworldly shrieks of joy that left her to wonder again what it was that was standing in front of her.

Peter wiped a tear from his face as he straightened his back, looking more carefree than he has in months.

"No one will believe you..." Peter sounded almost wistful as he said it, as if the idea that Petra being regarded as crazy would bring him nothing but joy.

Dusting off his coat and straightening his gardening jacket, Peter turned around and reentered the house. A monster returning to prowl the halls like a ghost in a house full of nothing but.

Petra could have stood there for minutes, hours, days even. She wouldn't know. And when she finally felt as if her body was her own again, she ran. She ran away as quickly as her legs could take her.

And if she collapsed into heavy sobs behind her apartment room door, no one would know. If she threw up the water in her stomach, bile curling in her throat as an ugly mess of sick, no one would know. And if she swore to get revenge on that disgusting creature that now haunted her families home unburdened by it's actions... no one would know.

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After a very successful performance, the members of Take Five! are getting some midnight treats to congratulate themselves

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Debating dropping some massive lore for these two little guys right here.

Like, massive lore. It would help define the two characters a lot, but I'm not sure if people would wanna read angst about flower people so who knows

Anyways here's Good and Petra when they were around 8-9 ish, cute little flower baby twins

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Duckie and Goon are on some very important work business that definitely isn't just an excuse to go on a date, look at how serious they are

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Newt invited Bad over to stay the night!

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Citrue!! I had to draw her preforming one of my favorite songs. I drew her and the vibes were to perfect! Her whole playlist is amazing to me actually

I was gonna give this more dramatic lighting but I didn't feel like it, maybe I'll do it later?

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She got home early.

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Newt is forcing Bad to go to a Take Five! concert. While Bad isn't really a fan, he loves seeing Newt happy. Maybe Take Five! isn't as annoying as he thought it was...

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... Merry Christmas.

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Duckie and her Goon are ecstatic for their yearly Christmas tradition! What that tradition is is a secret, as long as you promis not to tell they might decide to let you in on it someday... Duckie is rocking the Mrs Claus getup and Goon loves her ginger bread costume almost as much as she loves Duckie!

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Take Five! is a new band that is taking the country by storm! With new songs that are topping the charts like "Picnic Basket" and "Getting Greener on the Other Side", it's no wonder they're finally going on tour! Meet the members of Take Five! in your neighborhood soon.