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@drxmxtispersonxe for Zane || starter call

Zane wasn't a clear impression to Scratch, he couldn't place the being for what or who it was despite existing in the same sphere. A part of him? The origins? Maybe just another split from the writer even...? Scratch wasn't certain how to react anyway, almost as if dependent on a flip of a coin, they could go from violent to almost docile. This wasn't different, not any much more. He stared at the filmmaker, not approaching but his bloody hands itching for more violence.

❝You're in the way.❞

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@creatureshrieks for Rose || starter call

❝You...❞ He mutters through a hiss, infinite screams locked in that simple word. He saw her, the Lady of the Light, wandering and setting up to help the pathetic writer. Pointless, no... wasteful, aimless even. He disliked her, but the interest was there. Why else would he stalk her through the woods? He had plenty to do, now that he had managed to return. However, this was his own flight of fancy.

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@ghxstfrxquxncies || starter call

It loops forever, the never-ending forth of it all, until it goes from something to nothing and then to something again. And that's when he sees her, the girl. A known figure from the past, or a figure from the future. Somebody he met, or will meet. Maybe it's antithetical, maybe it's perfectly logical at that... Scratch didn't care much for this either way. He fixes his eyes, hands pinning the victim to the wall.

❝Who are you?❞ He speaks through static.

[malonox]

OOC|| been pretty dreadful and dead here... sadly. If anyone of my lovely mutuals wants a starter, let me know. Obviously, mutuals only and multimuses please specify muse... like/reply works.

[malonox]

I wouldn't call yourself infected/ I'm a parasitic blessing/ I've improved your entire life

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[malonox]

What soft romance cliché are you?

because i love you!

passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also hot. good for you.

tagged by: stolen from @ghxstfrxquxncies

tagging: nobody, up for steals.

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[malonox]

There's no real witty remark on his the tip of his tongue, he merely lets out an annoyed groan.

❝I don't have time for this.❞ He didn't, maybe that was true. But more importantly, he no longer knew who he was -- she was right, to an extent and he hated to admit it. ❝If you achieved anything, why would you come back to pester me? Too much fun had?❞

"You're such a big baby. It makes me wonder if you're still inside there." She huffed and slips her arms to his shoulders. "You know. Maybe I should bring you back with me. Show you the world I created. It's beautiful. All the attention in the world. All that we could ever want." A grin slowly forms on her lips. "You can be whatever you want to be there."

[malonox]

-This is my story! You are in my story!

Indie, semi-private, low-activity RP blog for Mr. Scratch from Alan Wake. As adored by Corpse

RULES | ABOUT | VERSES Promo graphics by @qxeenofnight ♡

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He doesn't exactly tense, but he does roll his eyes, the contact very unpleasant and so missed all at once. He's changed, maybe. Or maybe he's lost his touch. There's little joy to be had in touch, same as with lack of brevity.

❝Yeah, yeah. Don't play coy, tell me what you've got in mind already....❞ He groans. ❝Let us get this over with so I can go back to avoiding you.❞

"As long as you get the job done? Please, by all means. Show me how you progressed against Alan aside from hiding inside him. Oh, wait. You can't." She wraps an arm around his waist. "Come on, Scratch. All you can do is waste time until the next story is continued. We can do it ourselves." She steps to in front of him, wrapping her other arm to his waist, hugging around his hips. "I want this just as much as you do."

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❝Maybe true, but I can still find you annoying.❞ Not harsh enough a word, but it'll do. The pinch of the cheek makes him scowl. ❝Who cares about style and cuteness? As long as I get the job done, I'm fine. You're wasting my time anyway.❞

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"We're the same person. So you're just as much of a child as I am." Scratch chuckles and pinches his cheek. "And twice as cute." She twirls around. "I just have more style than you."

[malonox]

Scratch sticks her tongue out at him.

The Herald rolled his eyes, an act of displaying his annoyance.

❝C̸̞͗̅ḧ̸̡̪͓́̀͋͌į̸̟͖͖̼̅̃l̴̮̗̲̾͗d̶͈̗̹̐̅͜.❞

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❝Oh no, not Deerfest,❞ Scratch mutters through a chuckle. ❝Anything but that. They'll riot!❞ Though he understood that was the most profitable time of year, of course. Bright Falls got by thanks to it. He would feel bad if the town went to ruin, and he just so happened to be there. Almost... responsible.

And maybe he misspoke, thinking he could slide by Zeke all convincing this was good. No, no. Alan was always the one good with words and turns of phrase, despite how heavy on the metaphors he got. Elias, on the other hand, was clumsy and uncoordinated. He never managed to say the right thing at the right time.

As Zeke spoke, something did echo through Scratch's rotten dark heart. Did... the Deputy care for him? Really? Well, wasn't he too sweet to be real. Except, Elias meant that with no sarcasm or judgment. He was earnest.

❝I would appreciate that. Really. But I don't want to be a leech.❞ He considers this briefly longer, and thinks of many other options of what might occur. Rose could make one comment, and suddenly he'd be in the doghouse. Yet, somehow the risk seemed worth it. ❝Oh, alright, officer. I would suppose you know better than me.❞

Avoiding his own embarrassment, Scratch sets the table with his attempt at food and sits down. A wonky smirk on his face, that has little to do with the food in front of him.

❝Anyway, how about we dig in?❞

Officer Miller looked as if he were genuinely considering what Elias was asking. What was wrong with letting him stay at the lodge, truly?? What person would be so stupid, so insane as to make such a scene and try and kill someone with so many witnesses around??

Despite feeling uncomfortable about leaving Elias out of sight, the Officer had to let up on his protection detail. Kayla really did know him like that.

"Well.. not really?? It might be a bit much, y'know..?? Tourists. It's swamped come Deerfest time. You understand it makes our job that much more complicated, especially with the murders. If this continues, Deerfest will have to be cancelled for the year and foreseeable future. And you can't just tell these people something like that."

He sighed with a half-hearted smile. He truly adored this town with everything he had and would give his life for it if it came to it.

That, too, would be up for consideration. What would it take to finally catch this butcher??

Approaching the counter, Zeke sighed as he mulled it over and drank from a new cup of coffee made in the way he preferred. It wasn't like the coffee at the Diner, but it would do for now. He stared out the window in silence as he did, listening to the subtle sounds of the spatula and the soft sizzle of the residual pancake batter in the pan.

He wouldn't let this case get to him; after all, Zeke had his other priorities, too. Even if he didn't have Elias staying with him anymore, it didn't mean they didn't have some sort of friendship from this?? Zeke liked Elias. As unfortunate as his life was, most likely even before he came here, Zeke could sense that underneath, there was a man who wanted to be valued and understood more than anything. He would try to give him both the best way he knew how and without causing hardship. As his councillor but as a friend now as well.

Miller paused in mid-sip as his gaze eventually rested on Elias once more. What he said next confused him as much as it hurt him somehow. What did he mean by 'Your light is offsetting my darkness'? Where the heck did that come from, and was it some sort of metaphor?? An unfair comparison?? No. He was overstepping himself again.

He watched the other man as if at a temporary loss for words.

Elias was really in bad shape, wasn't he? It made him all the more angry and justified in having a chat with this other person for leaving him in his struggles like this.

Luckily for both of them, Elias' struggles were why Zeke felt the need to approach him in the first place. No judgement, no expectations. Despite his offer of assistance, the last thing Zeke wanted him to feel was that he felt sorry for him.

"Now hang on, you have it all wrong. I don't see you as a charity case, Elias. I want to help you at least figure things out and make the best of the situation that you're in?? If you feel like 'My light is crowding your darkness,' I'll give you the space, and I'm sorry. Really, I am. I'll let you go, but..I'm just... Ever since we met at the meeting, I felt like you needed something more than what most could offer. You seem surprisingly receptive and willingly accepting of insight and support. It's just too bad we couldn't get further because of all this. And I hope you take this in the right way too, but I would feel personally responsible if I let you leave and something happened to you. I know I said you were free to do what you want, but what can I do to convince you to stay?? Let's see.. You can 'bother me' about anything, all you want, at any time, at night. You can make whatever you want in my kitchen, like coffee. Hell, you can even take my bed. But reconsider this, please?? Call it smothering, but somewhere between that, I'm just trying to be a friend and do what I'm expected to do by protecting the people of this town." Did he seem too desperate?

Placing his cup gently on the counter, Zeke turned fully towards the other he called his friend, a pained smile as he silently hoped his viewpoint was adequately communicated and that Elias would, as a result, reconsider. All Officer Miller needed was more time and something more to go on.

"And we'll figure this out, Elias. Could you please trust me? Let me help you, help yourself. Okay?? We will get you home. I can promise you that."

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Cooking was partially relaxing, meandering easy task that it consisted of. As Zeke spoke now, offering a shower right before cutting off in shock over the mention of the lodge.... well, Scratch was considering of simply explaining he had no spare clothes to shower. All of that was in the car, and now was probably hell knows dropped where on Alan's way to New York City.

❝Is there something wrong with the lodge?❞ "Elias" forces a small confused voice, to seem equally perplexed about such a reaction as it itself. Elderwood Palace Lodge was merely a hotel now, occupied often enough by Wake and Scratch. Nothing to worry about. ❝I appreciate it, Zeke...❞ At that Scratch hums lightly. He honestly rather stay here, enjoy the company and the literature accessible to him.

❝Just got to hope I don't slip up with myself,❞ Scratch mutters to himself and nobody else in particular as he continues with the pancakes.

He hears the soft ruckus as the two disagree outside, sets the plates once Kayla leaves. Scratch feels at peace again then, chuckling carefully at Zeke's apology and adding a quick 'no worries' to it.

As the Deputy talks, Scratch finds himself listening in honest good effort, but it's difficult. All he can think of is interjecting with his own truth. He clears his throat, allowing for a second of silence that's a little tense to settle.

❝I like you, Zeke. I really... I feel like your light-- which no offense, you do have plenty off-- is offsetting my darkness. I do... erm, I really do like that. But I don't wanna be a charity case, or bother you. I mean, I'm practically homeless now. I couldn't pay for a night in the lodge's room and a day of food, because all I've got is fifty bucks in my pocket.❞ Scratch sighs, laying it heavy. ❝I honestly don't know what to do... It's my addiction that got me into this mess, to begin with. I just...feel bad adding to a list of issues for myself, and especially for you.❞

At that, Scratch focuses his eyes directly at Zeke and offers a weak lopsided smile. ❝I don't know what the best course of action really is. I just wanna get better, and get home eventually.❞

Zeke moved to inspect the pancakes closely. Just a quick peek wouldn't spoil them, would it? Surely not. There would still be plenty of time for them to cook at this temperature, and yet they already smelt delicious! An absent-minded smile before standing up straight once again, pleased with it all, before turning back to address his guests. The first thing he noted was the wet shirt that clung to the other man's skin, suspicious of a potential plumbing problem with the sink. He tried his best to remain composed, hiding his remorseful grin as much as he could.

"Elias, if you want to take a shower, you're more than welcome to! I have-"

It was a moment before Elias' words settled amongst his thoughts, a mixed feeling then.

"--At the lodge?"

He repeated, knowing full well what Elias just said. A bad habit. Yet, Elder Wood Lodge couldn't be the worst spot to stay, right? It was close enough, public enough and it would give them both enough space to keep Zeke from worrying about being too overbearing. Another bad habit. Anything was better than worrying about his safety here and with Kayla around. (Where did that come from, anyway?)

"Ah, why not? I will call the desk and see if I can book you a room at no charge. In the meantime, you're welcome to flip the pancakes when they're ready! I know you wanted to surprise me with your help, and I'm actually pretty flattered. Mind the pun, heh. I'm just kind of all in here, like always."

Zeke motioned with his hands, a sheepish grin.

"I'm sorry, Elias. I'll let you get back to it. Do you need a lift after breakfast? I'll be heading to work soon, and it's on the way, I might as well? Kayla migh-

"-I'll walk, did it before? Pretty sure they won't get me in the light, anyway."

She placed her cheek in her hand as she waited impatiently for breakfast to be done.

"That's not- Kayla, you know they're-"

Sighing, he really couldn't help but drop the subject. It was useless to argue with her.

"Alright then, I'll see you tonight. You better be here before-"

"Yeah, yeah. What are you, my brother? Layoff Miller, I'll be here. Where else can I go? Your boys have this town on lockdown like we're some bunch of wild animals."

She couldn't wait anymore, growing more and more agitated with the ticks of the clock. Rising from her chair quickly, she opted to grab fruit from the bowl on the table, taking a large bite from the pear she gripped in her hand. Her dark eyes watched Elias from where she stood, communicating the same sentiments she held for the other man. Kayla would have to miss this breakfast, miss the opportunity to confront Elias but there would be other opportunities. With a wave of her hands, she dismissed herself without another word, leaving the room in an uneasy silence.

"Sheesh, she's a ray of sunshine this morning!? Again, I'm sorry she's like this, Elias. It takes Kayla a while to.. We're all on edge, as you probably know already. While you were in the bathroom, the office called, and it's getting worse out there."

Momentarily, he ran his fingers across his faint stubble, considering whether or not it was wise to divulge classified information like this. Screw it.

"They just found a couple of people out by the docks and nothing much else to go on. That's already some bad news. I'm also kind of considering if I should let you stay at the lodge tonight, but.. Kayla kind of has a point; in some way, I don't want you thinking you're being kept under constant watch, a prisoner. You're not. You're free to do what you wish, so long as it's within reason. Like anyone else. I didn't want to give you the wrong impression, just in case."

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The soft touch doesn't fool Scratch. However, he blinks— a moment, two. Not shock, nor confusion. Amazement. While he expected the darling wife, this was different. As previously noted, this was not Alice Wake. At least not his writer's Alice Wake. But with Scratch's upcoming victory, The Clicker so close— who cares if he cheats a little?

A victor of a great war deserves a companion, and if he plays his Night Springs dealt cards again, he can persuade anyone. Cocky pride, perhaps. If the writer is not accompanying him, not providing him a well earned home, Scratch will simply seek the closest other option. Maybe not the home he desires, but an ally of mutual benefit.

Steadying his darkness, as if clearing his throat of raw energy as well, he grins a bloody toothy smile worthy of a some feral beast.

❝I'm the writer's shadow,❞ He says, voice smoother, but barely so. ❝Let's strike up a deal.❞

She stares as this one speaks. It was clear but something was off. No. It was off. Taking a step forward she looks to the trees. The Taken stood behind in the shadows. Once she was close enough she could see the sparks of Darkness that swirl from him. This wasn't Alan.. But something else.

"You're not Alan. Who are you?" Her fingers reach out and touch his cheek, smudging the blood that had caked up. One last hurrah from the photographer? No. She was dead. She had won. Then why was she still here?? Her jaw tenses as she looked back around him at the Taken. They weren't attacking him. "No." Her hand withdraws as is sharp claws dragged along his beard. "No! I was suppose to win! It's the same damn thing again!!"

She paces back and forth before looking back at him. "You.. What did you do?"

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