askraddyred

[askraddyred]

* UNO reverses it and sends it back to the anon before kicking them into space *

*He watches the period cramps ray hit the other anon and then get launched into space. He snickers, then full out laughs, finding amusement in their failed attempts to do anything to him*

[askraddyred]

What you need to know what us girls feel like “ shoots the period cramp ray at Raddy “

*He side-steps the ray with a look of disinterest, stalking forward just to pry it away from them and use both hands to break it right in front of them*

" You're really damn annoying ya'know that? I didnt do anything to you, or any other female. I dont "need ta know" shit, pal. "

[askraddyred]

“ holds up period cramps ray and shoots it at raddy “

*He grimaces a little at the feeling of it, but doesnt seem too bothered, seeming he has a rather large pain tolerance*

" Cool- can you cut it out now? S' not funny. "

[askraddyred]

* Gives Raddy a first aid kit and some peroxide for the bite marks. *

" Oh! Uh- thanks man. Ill get ta cleaning the bite from that.. rabid little thing. "

[askraddyred]

Bites Raddy hard on the leg”

" Ow! What the hell!? "

*Raddy brings a leg back to outright kick them off, yanking his leg back and glaring daggers at the anon*

[askraddyred]

[ Fluffed up and scruffed. Grins toothily at Raddy, spreading his arms wide ]

" MY DUUUUUDE !! bring it IIINNNN !!! "

" After you just- "

*He looks exasperated, huffing slightly, though he does give in. He grumbles under his breath but brings Simon closer anyways, moving his arms around to practically crush Simon in a bear hug*

[askraddyred]

Do u want a biscuit

" Ehh sure. Ill take one, I dont see why not. Thanks. "

[askraddyred]

[ bites u leg ]

“ RAH RAH RAH RAH “

" Ow!! Ow Jesus Christ Simon!! "

*Raddy jolts and winces, reaching down to pry Simon off of him. He struggles a little but eventually manages to get the yellow Sprunki off of himself, holding him at arms length from the scruff of his neck like a cat*

" What the hell was that for!? "

[askraddyred]

Hi Raddy, have you visited Simon recently?

" Nah. I havent been visitin anyone lately, actually. I just got a bad feelin about it. Not that I dont trust Simon, I do, genuinely, but I just got this gut feeling that tells me i'm better off stickin to myself. "

[askraddyred]

HIHI RADDY I REALLY ADMIRE YOU 🥹🥹

I made you a drawing 🥺👅

" Hey. Uh.. Its really somthin... Dont think my girlfriend 'll appreciate you drawin my ass though and ta be honest, I dont either. "

[askraddyred]

Do you get along with the other Sprunkis

" Some a' them them yea. Though most a' the ones im fond of aint from my universe. Though my Oren and Durple are tolerable. "

[askraddyred]

Hi

" Uh... Hey? "

[askraddyred]

*Hes relieved its clean down there now, he wouldnt have been able to handle all of. . . that, especially since hes stuck down there with no way to escape again. Not that he'd actually really even try but the point still stands. It smells sterile in the basement, as if there had never been the the version of himself's torn apart decaying body there not even an hour prior.*

*He flinches back when she gets close, scooting away when she settles herself down beside him. No. Thats the answer he would have given her if he were going to talk, but hes not, and he likely wont for a while. At least, not to her he wont. All she gets is a soft, shaky whimper and the red sprunki curling more into himself. He avoids her gaze, avoids her touch, and avoids looking at her back, simply staring down at the basement floor in silence*

There is frantic pounding on the front door... Opening it reveals a very afraid-looking Wenda. There is dried blood soaked deep into her fur (which she had attempted to wash out twice already), her tired eyes are so wide and so full of fear, and her paws are shaking. "...Hi Raddy..!" She grins at the other, voice wavering. "How are you today!... You gonna let me inside?" ( @curiosity-killed-the-sprunki

*Raddy stares, wide-eyed, black eyes hollowing out in shock. He pokes his head out, looking around before grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, shutting and locking the door. Hes not sure if the blood is hers or not, but hes not risking anyone seeing her caked in blood from head to toe*

" Wha- How- Why is there- "

*He trips over questions, one hand pressed against his head, the other fisted into his jeans, eyes darting around his living area. For a while he doesnt say anything really clear, mumbling before taking a deep breath, taking Wenda's hand and walking her to the bathroom*

" Okay. Uh- We're gonna get. . . that washed out of your fur, and you're gonna tell me what happened for you to get covered in. . . that. "

[askraddyred]

*The moment she tells him to stop looking at her with that look of fear and unease, he stops looking at her completely seemingly finding interest in the floors and the walls and anything that isnt her. He cant just forget it happened. The screaming, the sounds of pain, the torture, the gore its just not something he can gorget, or pretend to have not seen. Its engraved into his brain playing on loop despite how much he tries to push the memory away*

*He follows her though, without having to be dragged this time. Makes it a lot easier on her part. Though he grimaces at her explanation of him. He himself is a bastard too. Sure, he was only to her, and to very few others, but hes still a asshole. Even if he changed some, he still acted moderately the same, just a bit more helpful and less prone to pick at sensitive topics. Not many people want him around either. Very few of his own people want him around because of his attitude and his entire demeanor...*

*He slips down into the basement without argument, but doesnt go to the cot. Instead he makes his way over to a corner and stuffs himself in it. He feels safer there, even if corners are some of the least safe places to be due to there being nowhere to run in a corner but at least it helps him some, even if just a little bit*

There is frantic pounding on the front door... Opening it reveals a very afraid-looking Wenda. There is dried blood soaked deep into her fur (which she had attempted to wash out twice already), her tired eyes are so wide and so full of fear, and her paws are shaking. "...Hi Raddy..!" She grins at the other, voice wavering. "How are you today!... You gonna let me inside?" ( @curiosity-killed-the-sprunki

*Raddy stares, wide-eyed, black eyes hollowing out in shock. He pokes his head out, looking around before grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, shutting and locking the door. Hes not sure if the blood is hers or not, but hes not risking anyone seeing her caked in blood from head to toe*

" Wha- How- Why is there- "

*He trips over questions, one hand pressed against his head, the other fisted into his jeans, eyes darting around his living area. For a while he doesnt say anything really clear, mumbling before taking a deep breath, taking Wenda's hand and walking her to the bathroom*

" Okay. Uh- We're gonna get. . . that washed out of your fur, and you're gonna tell me what happened for you to get covered in. . . that. "

[askraddyred]

*Raddy sat in the tub the entire time in complete silence, the only noise being his heavy breathing, and the loud ringing in his ears. It takes a good long while for him to actually even get out of the tub, hesitant, though eventually he does. He clambers up in the tub, pushing the shower curtain slowly and stepping out, gripping his stuff tight*

*His form lowers and he stalks forward, ready to follow her, but hanging back a bit away from her. He doesnt want to get too close. Despite her tone, the sweet pet names, the assurance it'll be okay and that its the right thing hes still noticeably on-edge and uncomfortable. Nothing she says to him or does seems to calm or comfort him in any way shape or form. Its not likely he'll recover from this anytime soon, or ever at that.*

*Well... at least hes complying now, I suppose?*

There is frantic pounding on the front door... Opening it reveals a very afraid-looking Wenda. There is dried blood soaked deep into her fur (which she had attempted to wash out twice already), her tired eyes are so wide and so full of fear, and her paws are shaking. "...Hi Raddy..!" She grins at the other, voice wavering. "How are you today!... You gonna let me inside?" ( @curiosity-killed-the-sprunki

*Raddy stares, wide-eyed, black eyes hollowing out in shock. He pokes his head out, looking around before grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, shutting and locking the door. Hes not sure if the blood is hers or not, but hes not risking anyone seeing her caked in blood from head to toe*

" Wha- How- Why is there- "

*He trips over questions, one hand pressed against his head, the other fisted into his jeans, eyes darting around his living area. For a while he doesnt say anything really clear, mumbling before taking a deep breath, taking Wenda's hand and walking her to the bathroom*

" Okay. Uh- We're gonna get. . . that washed out of your fur, and you're gonna tell me what happened for you to get covered in. . . that. "

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*The moment hes let go he scrambles away from her, through he doesnt try to actually run away again. Just putting distance between them. He doesnt look her in the eyes, or respond to her instead just stepping into the shower and closing the curtains. He didnt undress, its more of an attempt to hide than to actually get clean. He doesnt want to be in her line of sight*

*He waits for her to leave before he actually gets ouf of the shower to dig for his hygienic products, take off his clothes and start up the shower. He considers taking other action to escape this new hell of his, but pushes the thought away. Hes so scared to do anything like that, no matter how desperate he is.*

*He cleans himself up, thorough, and he scrubs his skin raw but hes quick about it nonetheless. The moment hes done he slips out, puts his stuff back, towels himself dry, and shoves on a new set of clothes. He uses the same towel to dry out the bathtub and the walls of the shower before grabbing his duffel bag and going right back to hiding in the bath with the curtains closed. Not that it does much, seeming as she'll more than less likely know hes there*

There is frantic pounding on the front door... Opening it reveals a very afraid-looking Wenda. There is dried blood soaked deep into her fur (which she had attempted to wash out twice already), her tired eyes are so wide and so full of fear, and her paws are shaking. "...Hi Raddy..!" She grins at the other, voice wavering. "How are you today!... You gonna let me inside?" ( @curiosity-killed-the-sprunki

*Raddy stares, wide-eyed, black eyes hollowing out in shock. He pokes his head out, looking around before grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, shutting and locking the door. Hes not sure if the blood is hers or not, but hes not risking anyone seeing her caked in blood from head to toe*

" Wha- How- Why is there- "

*He trips over questions, one hand pressed against his head, the other fisted into his jeans, eyes darting around his living area. For a while he doesnt say anything really clear, mumbling before taking a deep breath, taking Wenda's hand and walking her to the bathroom*

" Okay. Uh- We're gonna get. . . that washed out of your fur, and you're gonna tell me what happened for you to get covered in. . . that. "

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*He doesnt fight it this time. He still weeps, and his body language isnt that of how he used to be but he follows along nonetheless. His walks behind somewhat ragdoll-ish. He walks like its a chore, not like something he really wants to do. His posture is slouched, no longer confident and upright, his head lowered instead of held high, tail tucked like a scared dog*

*He doesnt want to stay in the room or the basement. Of course, the room is probably better for his physical state, but seeing how she used to be through her room would likely be detrimental to his mental state. He doesnt want to be reminded of how things were before this happened, before everything just crumbled and broke down*

*He openly flinches at her touch, at her voice, at her laugh. Just her presence alone is enough to put him in a state of distress though not enough distress to override the feeling of despair and helplessness. Not enough to make him fight back or flee again. Theres no point in trying to, his brain deduces, so he may as well comply*

*He doesnt say it back. He doesnt speak the endearment back. In fact, he doesnt say anything. The only noise coming from him being soft, near inaudible weeping. Its amost as if hes been scared or traumatized into muteness. Either that or he simply isnt paying attention, to stuck in his own head to pay much attention to anything she says or does*

There is frantic pounding on the front door... Opening it reveals a very afraid-looking Wenda. There is dried blood soaked deep into her fur (which she had attempted to wash out twice already), her tired eyes are so wide and so full of fear, and her paws are shaking. "...Hi Raddy..!" She grins at the other, voice wavering. "How are you today!... You gonna let me inside?" ( @curiosity-killed-the-sprunki

*Raddy stares, wide-eyed, black eyes hollowing out in shock. He pokes his head out, looking around before grabbing her arm and pulling her inside, shutting and locking the door. Hes not sure if the blood is hers or not, but hes not risking anyone seeing her caked in blood from head to toe*

" Wha- How- Why is there- "

*He trips over questions, one hand pressed against his head, the other fisted into his jeans, eyes darting around his living area. For a while he doesnt say anything really clear, mumbling before taking a deep breath, taking Wenda's hand and walking her to the bathroom*

" Okay. Uh- We're gonna get. . . that washed out of your fur, and you're gonna tell me what happened for you to get covered in. . . that. "