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corrupted-hands-texts · 3 days ago
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Some prose I just wrote. It's about my past. TW for mentionned/implied abuse.
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You'll have to translate, I am not giving you the easy way out.
You weren't all bad.
You were loving, and careful, and trying to help.
You were also violent, you left lasting scars on me, you were disappointed in me.
I always did my best, but it wasn't your ideal. I wasn't meeting your expectations.
Now that I'm officially disabled, now that it's been shown that I can't function in this society,
you still expect me to make a stellar performance.
When is it that you'll see me for what I am?
I don't think I'll ever know. You always think you have the high ground, that you know me better than I know myself– and yet, I understand you less and less, and you drift away from me more and more.
I wish that one day you'll meet me to my grounds instead of holding onto your belief that you're better.
But even a wishing star can't change you.
It's only you to blame.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 12 days ago
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Here with some hermitcraft sillies this time. enjoy! warning, implied character death.
AO3 link
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"You know, I'd rather just spend our last hours together touring what's left of the world."
Grian looked up, his tired gaze landing on the biggest space object in the night sky; the moon. Giant, bathing the darkness in menacing and cold light, casting eerie silhouettes of what would soon be torn up trees and fractured boulders.
"Well," Scar started, but then he seemed to decide not to continue.
"Mm?" The dirty blonde gazed back at the taller, sitting figure at his side.
"Ah, forget it. You said you want a trip down memory lane before it all ends? Well, get ready to push my wheelchair then."
Grian snickered, his brown, disheveled wings opening ever so slightly.
"Yeah, sure, I can do that." He then sighed. "But maybe after we're done here."
They both stared some more at the moon. It seemed to get closer and closer by the second - and it wasn't actually just a feeling. It took such a big place in the sky now, drowning the light of the stars with its unwavering luminescence.
"What a beautiful end, don't you think?" The avian asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Sort of, yeah. Well, not like I want it to end, but... it's at least poetic."
"I guess so," Grian replied. "It's also sad. I mean, everything we've built, everyone we've met, we're losing all of it."
"Knowing that you're about to die... It's an odd feeling," the brown-haired man hummed.
"It is."
They both silenced again, just waiting under the menacing moon, their shadows sharpened by the freezing light on the soon to be gone ground.
"Actually, let's just lay down," Grian suddenly said. " right here, in the grass."
"Oh, yeah, good idea," his friend replied as he started to slide his body off his chair. Grian looked at him a bit, then judged Scar was fine on his own and sat down in the pale grass.
They both settled on the ground, their faces lit up by the dire, unforgiving light of the moon.
"It's nice here," the hot-headed man said. "Almost peaceful."
"I mean," Grian followed up, "once you make peace with your imminent death, everything seems calm to you."
"I guess so," Scar replied.
He bended backwards and flopped in the grass, soon to be followed by Grian laying by his side.
"This is nice."
"Yeah."
"I hope we'll still be friends in the next life."
"I hope so too."
They both smiled.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 months ago
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No more. (a poem by me. yeah I'm not doing too great but oh well.)
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Who was there is no-more.
I've been bought and renovated
like a home in disrepair. Gifted
with another chance. But in the core,
I miss how I was yesterday.
I miss my previous inhabitants,
even though they weren't too potent.
They left me in a state of decay.
Now the new owners care for me,
even though I'd like to see
them again. For you.
History vanishes under layers of paint,
but in my mind they are not faint.
I'll be waiting. For you.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 3 months ago
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Hello again, here I am with some more Cookie Run stuff. Inspired by @fishymom-art 's Black Mold AU. Enjoy! (AO3 post)
Implied Major Character Death, be warned!
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"She's not here anymore."
Silverbell Cookie looked up to his ruler, despite the etiquette of remaining head low to the ground. Thankfully, Elder Faerie Cookie was focused on something else – his hands laid open on his lap – and failed to notice his subordinate briefly breaking the rules.
"Silverbell Cookie. You've seen her. She still moves, she is still alive. I cannot give up on her," the Great Faerie mumbled. The young knight could hear the faint trembles in the Guardian's voice.
"Silverbell Cookie is right," Mercurial Knight Cookie objected.
"... You are dismissed," Elder Faerie Cookie said flatly.
As always, nowadays.
Silverbell Cookie stood up, his head low.
The Great Faerie wouldn't listen to them, as he's been doing for months at this point. He was denying the obvious.
He was in denial of White Lily Cookie's dangerous, irreversible state. He was in denial that she wasn't herself anymore.
He walked out of the hall.
The warm and humid air of the woods enveloped the young faerie, and he sighed, raising his hands to his temples to massage them.
His ruler wouldn't give in to their reason, no matter what was said. He was obsessed with White Lily Cookie's "wellbeing" and it was getting really dangerous for everyone involved.
His steps lead him to the central garden. He looked around, saw no silhouette under the moonlight or in the flower beds.
Silverbell Cookie sighed again, strided heavily to the nearest bench and almost collapsed onto it.
Oh. He didn't realise he was this tired. Maybe he shouldn't stay out for too long.
But then there would be no chance to catch...
His thoughts halted at the sound of a pebble hitting another.
The young knight flipped around, scrutinized the shadows that sat under the trees in his back.
He couldn't see much in the darkness, but he scrambled on his feet nonetheless.
"Whoever you are, show yourself," he yelled, without response. "This is not funny," he continued, but remained unanswered.
His hands curled, as tension rose in his dough. He walked around the bench, trying to muster up some courage through the blanket of exhaustion that weighted on him.
Something shot out of the dark, and dug in his leg through the light fabric of his pants. He looked down at it, shrieking at the pain.
A large dart sat pinned in his dough, and suddenly his mind was racing.
Was he going to vanish too now? Was the person who shot that dart the culprit of the disappearances? He raised his head. He couldn't see them still. They remained hidden in the shadows. No, this could be a prank. An unsavoury one, but still. Or...
He stumbled forward.
No, it wasn't a prank. His leg wouldn't hurt so much otherwise.
He hit the ground, waves of searing pain shooting from the dart's contact point, and groaned.
He felt a pair of hands rest on his shoulders, but he couldn't raise his head to see who these hands belonged to.
He was screwed, wasn't he...
The hands picked him up under the armpits, flipped him over. He started to perceive heavy noise in his field of view, that moved and shot through in unison with the excruciating pain in his limbs.
He tried speaking, but his mouth wouldn't obey anymore.
Despite his condition, he somehow made out that he was being dragged around. The trees and sky above could attest to that, watching down on the helpless faerie knight.
He was being kidnapped, like the many other faeries that had mysteriously vanished over the last few months.
Well, shit.
He groaned, tried to fight against the other Cookie who pulled him deeper into the night, only to realise he was likely paralysed by whatever coated that dart.
One last attempt, and he almost moved his left arm at the cost of overwhelming pain and drowning thoughts.
Maybe he should just wait it out... No, he shouldn't. He needed to retaliate, he needed to be here for those who had gone missing. But... he was feeling too weak to even remain aware of the trees above at this point. Maybe closing his eyes wouldn't hurt...
He heard the hinges of a door lightly hiss, and then he was unceremoniously thrown past an archway. Silverbell Cookie collapsed flatly on the ground, groaning, attempting to flip himself over to no avail, when a voice shot through the thick shadows.
"Here you are, my adored. I've bought you some sustenance. I hope you enjoy my offering of tonight."
The young knight immediately recognized this voice. It was...
The door closed shut and locked, and he was now in complete darkness. Silence reigned for a bit, until something fumbled closer to the helpless knight.
The voice was Elder Faerie Cookie's. And Silverbell Cookie knew what that meant now.
Two white thin dots shone in the shadows above his face. A heavy, warm breath soon flooded around him, and he immediately knew what was going to happen.
A raspy voice broke.
"I'm... hungry..."
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corrupted-hands-texts · 4 months ago
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long time no see, have some CookieRun fanfic (AO3 post)
No TWs, enjoy!
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"I'm sorry," Golden Cheese Cookie said, a hint of sorrow surfacing in her voice. "I need more time."
White Lily Cookie stared at her friend, who turned back and hovered off. Maybe she stared for too long. She didn't know. All she knew is that her friend of eons wasn't ready to forgive her.
The next thing she remembered was sitting down on the bench near the Tree of Wishes. She didn't know how she got there, or why she even went to this location in the first place.
A bit farther away, settled on the pavement between the houses, were GingerBrave and Wizard Cookie playing with dice. She didn't pay much attention to them. Her mind was running at a thousand miles per second.
And that's how Pure Vanilla Cookie was able to sneak up on her.
"Hello!", his familiar voice greeted, soft and warm as always.
White Lily Cookie jumped up in surprise, turning around to face him as he settled down next to her.
"How are you doing, my friend?" he enquired, his staff's eye locked on her.
She fumbled, sat back down. "I... am fine."
"Are you sure?" he insisted softly, pivoting a bit sideways to face her.
"I-I really am fine," she mumbled back, knowing full well that he could perfectly read her expression despite being visually impaired.
"White Lily Cookie," he started, but she cut him.
"Please, I don't want to speak about it."
"Is it about Golden Cheese Cookie again?", he guessed.
"... How—"
"I have known you for millenniums, of course I can read you like an open book," he smiled.
"... it is about her, yes..." She turned away from the archmage, and let her eyes land on the two kids playing dice. "I just... hoped for her approval... again."
"Let's walk together, shall we?" he softly asked, extending his hand out to her.
She looked at it for a bit, before taking it in her own.
He stood up, and she followed, her gaze sinking to the ground. They then started pacing down the pavement.
"White Lily Cookie," he softly hummed while guiding her around the road, "you know that she's a stubborn head, right?"
"Yes, I do, but—"
"She will come around eventually. She may need some help in doing so, like when GingerBrave and the others had to convince her to move on from the Golden Cheese Kingdom; but I trust she will come around."
She looked up to Pure Vanilla Cookie for a bit, just enough to spot his staff gazing at her.
"... I... get that. I have done a mistake that caused all of her subjects' lives, after all..."
"White Lily Cookie... Please, it wasn't your fault."
"It was—" She stammered.
"You didn't know what you would witness there. And I know your intentions were, and still are, kind-hearted," he softly said.
She stared some more at the pavement, not knowing what to answer.
"Ah, here we are. We should be alone here," Pure Vanilla Cookie stated, stopping in his tracks to wave his staff at his dedicated pavillion.
She looked up, gazed at it.
It really suited its owner. It followed Pure Vanilla Cookie's colours with carved wafflestone columns supporting an enormous replica of his hat as way of roof.
It also had a white lily blooming in front of it.
"... Was that flower always there?" She asked, pointing at the white petals and rose filaments.
"Why, yes. I planted it there soon after the sugar gnomes had finished building this terrace for me."
"Why so?" She enquired.
"Because... Well, I was missing you. And I missed my garden back at the Vanilla Kingdom, so... I wanted a tribute to it."
He moved, gently tugging her along, and walked in the pavillion.
"Can't I miss my closest friend now?" He teased, settling himself against one of the columns and letting go of White Lily Cookie so she could also get comfortable.
She chose to sit against the archmage's side, slightly leaning on him, as they used to do during their long research nights at the academy when they were young and innocent still.
"No, that is... perfectly reasonable," she mumbled as she let herself drown in the folds of Pure Vanilla Cookie's robes.
She inhaled his scent quietly and relaxed against her friend.
"I... know I can't expect everyone to forgive me for what I've done, but... I really wish she could."
"She will," he said immediately, not skipping a beat. "She may be the incarnation of stubbornness, but she will come around. After all, she's known you for so long, too."
White Lily Cookie sat in silence for a bit, before hiding a little more in her friend's clothes.
"I hope you're right."
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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Inktobertale but red prompts | Prompt #10 and #13 - Reap what you sow / Immortal
- This is part of Threadverse. Read more about it here! -
CWs/TWs : talk of death and "terminal illness", PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
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"so, how's the harvest?"
"..."
Error was slowly balancing back and forth on his improvised swing, appearing to his long-standing enemy through a glitched portal. He looked smug, sure of himself, as he smirked down to the ex-guardian.
"you look like you lost the hang of it, almost as if you had forgotten you hands at home," he kept hissing at Ink, pointing at his now completely dusted hands.
Ink didn't react, and just kept staring at the glitch.
"... wow yeah, harvesting alright actually. where have your usual remarks gone? did they depend on something i took away from you, maybe?" he grinned maliciously.
"... Error—"
"no no no, no talking for ya. i ain't here to hear about your bullshit, i just wanna see you slowly die to your own immortality."
"I—"
"I SAID SHUT UP."
Ink shut up.
"rah, look at what you made me do. now your little friends are gonna show up," he gestured at the door of the stolen bedroom as suddenly voices started to yell in alarm behind it. "welp, i guess that's my cue to leave. your mortal critters are annoying as hell."
And on that note, he pulled himself up through his portal and was gone in an instant.
Just as the door was practically blasted open by Blue and Dream's worried storm of sharp weapons and family-friendly cursing.
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credits : Ink by Comyet/Myebi, Error by LoverOfPiggies/Crayon Queen, Dream by Jokublog, Swap!Sans/Blue by popcornpr1nce,
Threadverse by me (@corruptgrail), Inktobertale prompt list by Comyet/Myebi,
Undertale by Toby Fox.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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Inktobertale but red prompts | Prompt #5 - Theater Play
- This is part of Threadverse. Read more about it here! -
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He sat here, quietly, his blank eyelights set on what Holes, Horror and Doll were sewing together. Around them, the group was doing their own separate activities. He spotted Nightmare reading a book farther away, under a spare tree; Dream, Blue, Cross and Killer were playing a card game; Ariadne and Dust debated together on their most common subject, morals (though it was more quiet than usual).
The nearest trio was trying to make sets of clothes for their allies all around, him included. Well, not like those would be of any use to him, but it seemed like they were set on giving their friends(?) a good time.
He didn't think he'd even be a good actor on a stage anymore. He didn't actually have any semblance of a memory left on how to act as if he still had emotions. It had been so long without them. And, he literally couldn't even stand up by now.
He didn't get the point of making a costume for him too. But well, if they wanted that, he'd wear it. He didn't mind. (Why would he mind? Nothing mattered to him anymore really.)
Doll looked up from his work and smiled at the ex-painter for a bit, then went back to his activity gingerly. He was now knitting a long scarf together.
Ink wondered, as his eyelights followed the other's precise yarn work, why are they still smiling at me, even though they know I will never smile back. He wondered what foolish hope was driving them to still try after all of this, all of the proofs and all of the data correlating to only one end; what still pushed them to try despite their evident inability to succeed and save anyone.
Was it what he always lacked? Was it the emotions that he always craved and could only ever emulate?
Horror stood up, showing off the pattern for a large hoodie to his two friends. Holes immediately went to pin the other's mistakes down with a sharp eyelights and a precise pointed finger. The red-eyes skeleton hummed and sat back down, correcting the couple inches of fabric that his collaborator had noticed.
He wondered how it felt like to be able to make things. He had forgotten.
"Ink?"
He turned his head towards the person who was now standing next to him. Ariadne.
"How are you feeling?"
"Empty and in pain." A small silence, that he broke when Ariadne was opening her mouth again. "A bit more pain than usual."
"... I see," she mumbled. After another quiet moment, she spoke up again, her eyelights a little dimmer than usual. "Night thinks that little play he found would be a nice experience to improvise upon. and uh, the clothes might also just serve for fighting after, considering that our current sets are getting a little worn out."
"Why make a set for me though?"
"Well, your clothes are also giving up on you, and... yeah. You would like it if you still felt something," she quietly mused.
Ink let his gaze drift a little, and he met Dust's quiet and twisted stare piercing through his hood's shade. He was standing with both hands in his pockets, a little farther behind the other outcode. Quiet, almost like a shade under the muted sun.
"... I don't know if I would have liked it anymore. I forgot," the ex-painter softly said, as he led his eyelights back on his colleague.
"I'm sure you would have," she softly said back to him.
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Credits :
Ink by Comyet/Myebi, Dream and Nightmare by Jokublog, Killer by Rahafwabas, Dust by Ask_Dusttale, Horror by Sour Apple Studios,
Ariadne by @ariadnetravels, Doll and Holes by @corruptgrail (me),
Inktobertale prompt list by Comyet/Myebi, Threadverse by me,
Undertale by Toby Fox.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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matter
what matters is if the earth will live another day.
what matters is if you will be at work on time.
what matters is that new bag you've seen in your favorite shop.
what matters is if the food is tasty.
what matters is if your friends are alive.
what matters is that you get to eat the crisps before she steals them.
what matters is the pet that lives with me.
what matters is that your feelings are safe with me.
what matters is that your view on my parents don't change.
what matters is...
but what about what should matter?
my name should matter.
my skills should matter.
my experiences should matter.
my points of view should matter.
my voice should matter.
i want to get all that should have mattered.
i want to reclaim all that should have mattered.
i want the basic respect that should be granted with what should have mattered.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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Plural Prose Project Masterpost (yes)
This project is just us writing plural characters or ourselves to @/pluralprompts' posts, often for fun and sometimes as a form of documenting ourselves and/or experimenting with what-if scenarios. We'll list all Plural Prose posts we make here, classed in general tone. (some of them sit under cuts, for the simple reason that they engage in often triggering topics.)
Comical Tone :
- Space Bandits(&)
- Flamingos???
Serious Tone :
- The Discovery
- I don't care.
Angst :
- All over again...
Extras :
- my gender is... (no prompt)
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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Mentions of deaths/dormancy (ambiguous), pain, a somewhat graphic stabbing, and an (autistic?) meltdown
PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
- written by Cross, with Memory's imput -
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It was happening.
The General Will, the Unseen God, the brain, whichever name they used for it, for the thing that sustained their existence... it had enough.
The ominous pression, the omniscient gaze of an upset child in the middle of a pointless tamper tantrum, the heavy air over the veiled sky and sun, the freezing and smoldering knowledge that a reset was about to crumble down upon them all. It was all here.
Memory was on the verge of tears.
Last time that a reset happened, it provoked war and desolation. It provoked his boyfriends' heartbreak as he had died in Lucian's arms. It provoked his death, then following revival to the brain's regrets. It provoked his current condition, struggling to hold his glitching body together as the other Admins tried to issue warnings and instructions to the rest of the system.
Oh, he didn't want to go through this again. It was painful. Everything about it was pure pain and confusion. He just wanted Lucian and Heart and Wil to be here with him, he just wanted someone to hug him so tight that he couldn't decompose into volatile bugs anymore. He didn't want to see those masses of errors strike at his love, he didn't want to feel the stab as it pierced through his abdomen all over again. He didn't want–
A pair of arms caught him close. He didn't struggle. He knew who it was.
"Mem... It's ok. It won't happen again. I've got ya," Strobe softly hummed as he held his disciple close. "We'll get through it, don't worry."
"... but what if we don–"
"We will, I promise you. I got Dove to fetch the kids, Cael and Canavel are both working on a safe layer to evacuate to, Lu and Heart are okay. You're okay."
A heavy shiver ran through what remained of Memory's body, and he chocked on a sob.
The world was spinning all around him, and he only could remain somewhat human because of his friend's hold. His breath ran short, the colors were too loud and the smells too bright, his insides blazed from the biting ice that swirled in his stomach, and he wanted to cry all of it out. He felt like giving in and letting himself disperse all over despite the intense pain it would cause.
He found himself bending all over in nauseous coughs.
He barely heard Strobe anymore. He couldn't make out who he was talking to. Was it Fable? Was it one of the Server Operators? He didn't know. It didn't matter. He wanted it all to stop.
The surroundings dissipated in a mass of glitches. He saw the blinding white settle. He whined, fell over, sprawled on the ground, sobbed helplessly as he barely managed to curl up in a fœtal position before his entire self dissolved in a trembling and distorted pile of code and bugs.
Someone held him close.
He didn't know who.
Maybe he didn't want to know.
He was terrified.
...
And then...
He gripped on the figure.
He felt hell unleash on the outside of this blank place.
Whoever was out there...
They weren't anymore.
They were gone.
All gone.
To it.
Prompt #527
Write about a system going through a system reset.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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"Thank you!"
"Thank you so, so much."
"I'm sorry, thanks..."
"Your help is greatly appreciated."
...
They all always thank me.
All of them.
Be it in my own head or not, they never seemed to understand that I simply never cared. I just did what I had to do. I just did my job, all the time.
The only people I really care about are few and far between. I love them dearly, I'd die for them even. (Even though one of them is technically triple dead at this point.)
What they don't understand though is that I don't have enough empathy for me to care, so of course I won't be there when the next event happens. No, I'll be with my children and husband, keeping them safe from whatever danger is thrown at us. Not with the greater collective.
They should understand that before it's too late.
Prompt #984
"I have never been a patient person. You think I'm one because you expect me to feel in the same way you do, and so you see the fact I do all of this as some show of patience. But the truth is that you can't run out of patience for something that you don't care about in the first place, and I've never been a very caring person, either."
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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OC inbox meme!!
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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Mentions of DEATH, but nothing explicit, accompanied with the idea of KIDNAPPING someone at the very end of the text
PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
- This is part of Threadverse, read more about it here! -
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"Killer."
"yeah boss?"
"Why did you kill."
Nightmare was sat at his desk, his hands carefully rested on a neat pile of papers that he had been reading through while waiting for Killer to walk in. His one eyelight was drilling into his subordinate's skull.
"we didn't boss! i promise i swear!"
The dark skeleton kept staring at the mortal for a while.
"i insisted about it with horror and dust as we were getting ready and all!"
"... So tell me why the human has suddenly gone missing and the timeline froze?"
"i seriously don't know boss," Killer said a little quieter than usual. "like, i really just wanna do what ya want of me and freezing places in time isn't what you asked."
"... Right. If it is frozen, it doesn't give me the negativity I need," he continued, almost to himself. "I see," he then looked back up to his henchman, "So you have done as asked. You can attest for your colleagues?"
The other monster nodded.
"Right. So it has to be someone else doing these kills," the King of Negativity concluded.
Well, he thought. If someone was going after the humans in the AUs that he was messing with, that meant said person could follow his little pawns around, with or without help. However, this person also had only targeted humans in "neutral" and "genocide" timelines... so they were selective.
"boss? uh, boss?"
He snapped his stare back at the teared skeleton.
"What is it, Killer? Don't you see that I am thinking?"
"i see it boss, i just wanted to say sumthin."
"... You may," the octopus sighed.
"so, uh, dust told me that he felt observed by one someone multiple times on the more recent missions. and like, it kinda correlates with the deaths and freezings? he told me he tried to go after the sensation but he apparently didn't get anythin' outta it."
Nightmare hummed.
Few were the monsters who could manage to escape from Dust's tracking. Only those who had a way to shortcut out of a timeline had ever successfully fled the hooded hunter, actually.
Which narrowed the possible culprits even more, all the way down to outcodes.
He made a mental list.
That "Blue", even though he was still bound to a timeline... No, he needed help to get out of timelines and always relied on Dream, who refused to kill at all.
Ink simply wouldn't do such things, it wasn't in his morals to change a timeline's course.
Error wouldn't leave whole AUs frozen with only one missing inhabitant, he'd get rid of the entire thing.
And when it came down to Pale and Template, well... Template was after other Errors, and Pale consumed AUs whole, all timelines and inhabitants included.
Who else...
He had heard of a new one, from a very far-off AU, who wielded golden strings from her eyes... he couldn't remember her name. She was capable of killing, but he was fairly sure she didn't know how to shortcut through timelines well.
There also was that woolen prick who often joined Ink in the "defense" of the multiverse. This guy's standards prevented him from ever modifying the Creators' works, so no killing humans and freezing timelines.
... Could it be yet another new face?
Ah, he didn't want to deal with a new face. He didn't want to deal with any new faces. He had enough on his plate with Dream and Ink and the other dastards frolicking in the way to his food.
"boss?"
"WHAT."
"... dinner's ready, boss," Killer said, unphased – Nightmare did notice the faint feeling of a small spark of surprise in the other's twisting soul. It was gone in an instant though.
"Oh, right... I'll be with you shortly. You're dismissed."
The henchman turned around and walked out of the room, starting to trot down the hall as soon as he was out of his employer's view. Not like Nightmare minded such behavior much anymore – no matter what he did, the tearful skeleton had been traumatised into being a careless and emotionless monster. No amount of yelling would get him to properly behave.
Now... how to capture that new person before it caused too many problems to handle?
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character credits : Dream and Nightmare by Jokublog, Killer by rahafwabas, Ink by Comyet/Myebi, Error by CrayonQueen/LoverOfPiggies, Template and Pale by unu-nunu-art, Horror by Sour Apple Studios, Dust by Ask-Dusttale,
Doll (the woolen prick) by me (@corruptgrail), and the one who wields golden strings by @ariadnetravels
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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such, a, MOOD, I feel you so hard,
dang I don't wanna look at that one project long of 40 pages I never finished with too many bland characters to count (though I should because most of them are old OCs I could actually revamp..)
Me: reading your old work is great, it can show you how much you improved!!!!!
also me, reading my old work: wtf how the hell did write this and not cringe???? Did I my little cousin make the plot????? Why is this such shit??????
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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(Inbox meme) 9 as doll \nf
9 - Write a few sentences as [OC's name]!
(Greetings to stranger) - Oh— Hi! Name's Doll! What brings you here to me?
(Greetings to friend) - Well hello! It's been a good while isn't it? How have you been all this time?
(Declining an offer) - Ah, sorry, I can't – I'd love to join, trust me, but my work needs me 24/7...
(In a FIGHT, internal monologue) - On the left, dodge under, slither, reform behind target, stri— OH NO OH DANG OH FUCK I MESSED IT UP AGAIN—
(Facing Dream!Sans) - I understand that you want to spread positive things, and in other circumstances I would let you, but... this goes against what they wanted out of this place. I can't tolerate that.
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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"Your universe has been one of the first to receive this much attention from them. I think that means it will be one of the lasts to vanish."
"i can understand that. yeah."
"Please don't tell Blue about this. He's better off not knowing."
"..."
"... It's not because I don't trust him. It's just–"
"you'd rather have him not freak out eh?"
"..."
"and you want him in top shape for the war ahead."
"... Yeah. Sorry."
"stop it, you're not sorry. you're not sorry about any of this."
"... I... You're right. I'm not."
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corrupted-hands-texts · 2 years ago
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Threadverse Masterpost
When fate is made up of threads, it is bound to weave its strings together into an intricate blanket of [if]s and [then]s...
Art (all links go to @corruptgrail) :
- Doll's Reference Sheet
- Holes' Reference Sheet
- Screen's Reference Sheet
- Thread Trio Portrait (and a pool)
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Out Of Chronology Texts (tag #loose threads in the multiverse) :
- Thread 1
- Inktobertale Prompts (-1-) (-2/3-)
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The Story :
- Starting knot 1
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Other/Sillies :
- Inbox ask game with Doll (-1-)
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