Computer Johnny, violently shoving the other two computer ghosts aside the second he hears Celia coyly listing The Entities: OH MY GOD FUCKING MOVE!! CELIA!! CELIAAAAAA!! HERE'S A STORY WITH A RECOGNIZABLE PLACE NAME ABOUT SOMEONE WHO TAKES OVER A JOB POSITION AFTER THE PREVIOUS MANAGER PASSED AWAY AND IT ALL GOES TITS UP AFTER THE WIZARD CABAL MOVES IN AND SETS UP SHOP!! CELIA THERE'S PARA-MILITARY GOVERNMENT INVOLVEMENT NOW!!!!! IT'S ALL GOING TITS UP CELIA!! DO YOU GET IT?? DO YOU GET IT?? CEEEEELIAAAAAAAAA!!!!
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Freak On a Leash
I fucking love right Darkthur so much, I've been rotating these guys in my brain for the past week. Hes wonderful, I want him dead, here's my ramblings about em:
Arthurs horribly fucked up, hes not jazzed about killing but he sees it as a tool in his arsenal + it helps that he kinda enjoys the blood lust
John gets his arm amputated because of an infection/ it being mangled and dubbed too far gone by doctors, neither can protest in their comatose state. John is half awake even with anesthesia so he feels when they start sawing through flesh and bone. his coma period is much more horrific, with Lilly being the only thing to anchor him to hope. Arthur waking up feels like a godsend.
John can still feel the residual limb and can slightly move the elbow around. when he gains control of arthurs right leg, theres a learning curve to walk, tho they adjusted after having to sprint around the island caves.
Dreamlands is where they begin to bond/Arthur sees him as a person and John feels like more than an a voice in his head. its a stained relationship but they realize they still care about each other after they escape the pits.
Arthur invokes the "do you trust me" as they reach the plateau, John says yes
Arthur hold up the dagger to his chest
"i have your fucking heart"
Hastur is flabbergasted and almost impressed that this hobbled man he threw in the pits still has fire in him.
John is freaking the fuck out.
Arthur is using both of them as a hostage to negotiate 100% of what they want. "John will be mine, you will return us home, your stupid fucking cult will leave us alone, and you will rot in the dreamlands half the king you once were. you will lose to a mortal or die along with your better half."
"you're bluffing. would you really trade your life for this parasite? Arthur Lester, you're smarter than this."
Arthur doesn't break eye contact when he plunges the dagger into his chest.
the kings tendrils fly towards him with a guttural screech.
all forward momentum stops with the weapon, less than an inch from Hasturs fluttering heart. blood pumps down his tattered dress shirt with only a sharp inhale and twitching eye to indicate pain.
a smile dusts his face "is this really time for games, king?"
"how does it feel to be beneath someone you consider lesser? I bet it stings" Hastur growls and arthur twists the knife "down boy"
"John do you really want to stay with this freak?"
John, vaguely pissed off "my dick has lead me places i wouldn't go with a gun"
kiy: oo get it white boy
john: do NOT get it white boy
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