#slight horror

[windmills123]

warning: iciest game in years !!

[minxinq]

crystalline memory

[cakedpie-pathologic]

The haruspex takes out his slugpups (Murky and Sticky) out for a walk (they get eaten)

so joyous! The bachelor is distraught by the haruspex

[aerkame]

YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A CONTINUATION OF THE "I know what you are " thing it was so good !!!!!

Lil' bit of horror? (This is still in the Alive AU) Continuation of this post: "I know what you are"

I shall begin to chip away at the many many requests. ;-;

Warnings: Kidnapping (sort of? It's implied), threats, and lots of staring

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"Was...was everything you've ever said to me a lie? Are the others in on this?"

You quietly weeped out, glaring right at his deceiving face. It was nothing compared to the look he gave you.

It was unnerving really, how wide his eyes had become. His eyelids no longer held that sleepy look them, instead they were wide open, pupils dilated until there was hardly any whites.

"No, not once have I lied to you dear host." His voice came out raspy, desperate. Please...please don't leave us, we're so lonely.

Wally's eyes shrunk ever so slightly as his hand slid over to cup yours that remained frozen despite your body fighting to move. Unable to look down or so much as flinch away you felt soft circles rubbing into your palm and the feeling of his hand engulfing yours squeezed tightly. "Everything I have ever said to you was nothing but truthful, though I never intended for you to figure things out. Not yet anyways." Wally never blinked, took his eyes off you, or moved his head as he spoke, you just felt completely frozen under his stare, stuck at the table, forced to sit and listen.

Sometimes you wished you had never picked up that stupid puppet, you'd still be living a normal life. Yeah it would be boring, but at least you would have been safe. These...people weren't who you thought they were. You trusted them, you loved them.

"The others knew but they wanted to do things differently." He finally answered the last question. "We love you dearly, haven't you realized yet?"

You began to feel the tears coming, face heated and eyes burning, you wished you could wipe all of them away, you wished you could run away. "Wally, I already loved you, I loved each and every one of you." Everything felt fuzzy as the tears kept coming, Wally's hand moved from yours to slowly wipe them away.

"We know." That's all he gave.

"But why..." You slumped forward slightly, feeling a wave of dizziness. Wally was quick to get up and stand behind you, the others peeking just around the corner watching the two of you. Poppy's feathers dropped in sadness, poor host...they hoped you would forgive them one day. Julie patted her in comfort, things would work out in the end, they all just wished Wally had listened and had been more patient.

"Because dear host...you are truly the most, and Darling, your magic touch is just what we need back Home."

Am I implying that in the Alive AU the reader quite literally has a magic touch that brought them to life and Wally is just obsessed with the reader over it? Maybe. ;) I will write more for this I am enjoying it now. Wally definitely wants to put a ring on it with the last name drop on the dear reader.

[hiro-doodlez]

I know we still have a week, BUT! HEHEHEHEE INK MUAHAHAH

I guess this is like the intro to my inktobertale this year?? EITHER WAY IM JUMPING UP AND DOWN BECAUSE IM KINDA PROUD OF THIS ONE MUAHAHAHHAH

And of course ink by Comyet <3

(Ver. Without text under cut)

Hehehe

[akheku]

some wally fanart i made

[frog-with-legs]

Day 1: frost. The cold consumes everyone, including the dungeon master.

[citrus-sours]

doodle blast 1/?

[yesiplaygamez]

my favourite horror game's part 1

last of us

resident evil

vampyr

the call of cthulhu

bendy and the ink machine

dark pictures anthology

outlast

plague tale

until dawn

silent hill

cult of lamb

little nightmares

dead island

layers of fear

prey

bioshock

alice madness

fran bow

little misfortune

stray

[ohkelpart]

A familiar looking nightmare

[justtrashperson]

some rt's mcc interactions because I'm bored and i have the videos as background sound

[twstbookclub]

Hide and Seek

Summary: A game of hide and seek with Floyd goes terribly wrong. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cat 🐈 Tags: Fluff, Comedy, Slight Horror, Romantic and/or Platonic

Word Count: 654

Running with bated breath, as the sound of laughter rang down the hall, why in the world did you think it was a good idea to mess with Floyd? Of all the things you could have done. Did you seriously have a death wish? Sadly, you would need to process your life choices later. He was approaching rapidly. Damn him and his long legs! 

As you were sprinting you noticed the door near the end of the hall. “Azul’s office. Not the ideal choice, but it will have to do for now,” you mumbled while opening the door and slamming it shut. Your breathing was unstable as you panted against the frame.

Looking up from his desk, Azul stares at you with a puzzled look. Setting his pen down, he sighs, “What did you do this time? And does it involve another overblot?”

“Oh shut up! ….. I don't think it's- just help me out and I’ll do whatever ya want.”

Humming, Azul nodded over to the desk, “If it’s Jade, I wish you luck, but if it’s Floyd you may get under the desk. I expect you to work a full week’s worth of shifts for this whole ordeal.”

It didn’t take you long to respond, I mean come on it’s practically a get-out-of-jail-free card. “Deal! Just don’t put me with the twins,” you pleaded while dashing under the desk.

Chuckling Azul picked up his pen, “No promises. After all, you did say whatever I pleased.”

Mentally facepalming at your choice of words, your breath immediately halts as you hear that damn sound. “Oh Shrimpy, I know you’re here somewhere,” Floyd said with his signature laugh as he slams open the door, “Come out, come out, wherever you are~”

“You break it, you pay it,” Azul warned, not even batting an eye at the eel.

“Aww, you’re no fun Azul,” He whined while looking around, “Now where’s Shrimpy? I know I saw them come in here.”

“Is that so? They must have passed by me then,” Azul stated, before gesturing to his paperwork, “After all, I’ve been swamped by paperwork.”

Floyd stared at Azul, his smile now fully gone from his face. Suddenly the paperwork was darker due to the shadow of a six-foot-three body structure of an eel, slouching and hovering over Azul's desk.

As if being able to feel Floyd’s stare, Azul tapped his pen twice on the desk. A small muscle spasm hit his hand due to nerves, and a small stain of sweat went down his sideburn. “Though feel free to look wherever you please. Just don’t make too much of a mess.”

Almost immediately you see the eel snake around the desk, a huge smile plastered across his face. You couldn’t help but feel your heart rate increase as you watch him. He was moving almost lethargic as he explored the room.

Something was off, you just couldn’t tell what.

That was until Floyd turned around and looked you dead in the eyes. That damn octopus! “There you are, Shrimpy! Come here so I can squeeze ya~” Floyd stated happily while making grabby hands at you.

“You damn octopus! You ratted me out didn’t you!” You yelled at the man above you as Floyd started reaching for you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I expect to see you here tomorrow, and Floyd?" Azul finally glanced from the stack of papers and having a clear petty smile on his face, "Don’t break them. I need them in peak condition for their shifts."

Before you could respond Floyd grabbed you and pulled you out from under the desk. Almost instantaneously and effortlessly you were being picked up and squeezed by him. “Hehehe, I got you now my Shrimpy♡!~”

Azul goes back to the paperwork as Floyd leaves the office "Noon sharp!" Floyd without hesitation responds "No promises!~"

"Azul Ashengrotto what the FUCK!!" you scream as it reverberates down the hall.

[gayfrogpolycule]

Eldritch Julia Drawfee

[endstar]

I love randomly making characters a like into monsters.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

'tis me, very specific anon with yet another question(yes i have no schedule for this)

question #2: did you ever have a dream regarding this blog? if so, what was it about?

-very specific anon

hello very specific anon!!

so unfortunately I have not ever had a dream about this blog, or about Tumblr in general (that I can remember at least)

but! I sincerely wish I had…. so i’m creating one :)

(tbh this dream legitimately could’ve happened and i’m just so bad at remembering them it moved from my subconscious to my conscious and that’s how i’m making it now…?idk)

anyways, enjoy :)

-

i’m on my phone scrolling, checking notifications, etc. when I notice an ask, that’s simply a youtube link. I obviously open the link, excitedly expecting a rickroll of some sort and I am correct!

the “never gonna give you up” music video starts playing! but as I go to start to exit the app, something changes…

the music starts to fade away while rick’s voice slowly begins to get louder…more life like.

I try to close the app but it’s frozen, and the screen starts to fade to black…. expect for rick’s face.

when the song finally ends, my entire phone crashes. as i’m anxiously trying to turn it back on, the song starts again…except for the voice sounds like it’s directly behind me.

I turn around….. and a tiny phone sized rick astley is on the ground, dancing his heart out.

turns out- I had now acquired a genie/loyal companion for life in rick astley form, that i’m now stuck with…because he’s never gonna give me up :)

[lets-try-some-writing]

For Secret of the Primacy: I don't know if anyone else has asked this, but does Optimus accept Megatron's request? If he does, how to the other Decepticons and Autobots react? If he doesn't, what is Megatron's reaction? Does Optimus take his time to answer?

(Feel free to delete this if someone has already asked/requested something like this.)

Ah yes, an excuse to write for this au. Fantastic.

Previous part here.

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Megatron's offer was a... delicate thing for Optimus to consider. Megatron was his life long foe. Adhering to his request and coming to the Nemesis was akin to stepping into a burning building and praying to any watching higher power that a beam didn't drop on his helm and kill him. But failure to comply was not only an emotional risk, but also a lost opportunity. If he went with Megatron, he would potentially gain access to Decepticon data as well as information regarding his Sire. It was a win for him, and yet it left him suspicious. What did Megatron want?

Out under the stars, Optimus considered in silence until he decided to simply ask.

Optimus: What do you desire from me in return.

Megatron: As I already said, I wish to know more of your origin.

Optimus: You know everything of relevance. What is it you truly seek?

Megatron: Confirmation, or perhaps closure. I am not unfeeling, Prime.

Optimus hesitated, his logical processors left running through countless scenarios as he contemplated. This could end horribly very very quickly. And yet... the offer of information and the chance before him could not be overlooked. Megatron would have killed him already if that was what he wanted. The warlord was looking to gain something from their interactions, and Optimus highly doubted keeping him as a hostage was the full plan. He was, at his core, replaceable. Not to mention if need be, he could still do severe damage to the Nemesis before being brought down.

It was a logical and relatively sound offer. Thus, Optimus requested a day to prepare, and they went their separate ways with a place and a time to meet. Optimus returned to his team and informed them that he would be going on a week long scouting mission and due to the distance, would largely be out of contact. Ratchet wasn't pleased, Arcee wasn't either. Bulkhead and Bumblebee were confused more than anything. But none present wanted to deny Optimus what they assumed was a poor attempt to ask for some alone time. To them, there was no other mech who could use a break more than their Prime.

Ratchet prepared Optimus some rations and requested an update daily. Arcee slipped Optimus a hidden blade to keep in his arm guard in the event that something happened. Bulkhead patted Optimus on the back and wished him well, and Bumblebee gave his Sire a hug. It was a simple but heartfelt farewell for what the team assumed was a simple trip. Guilt plagued Optimus's mind as he elected to not tell them of his plans. They would never allow him to leave, at least not with Megatron. This he needed to do alone. It was dangerous, but in the worst case scenario, he could always call for a ground bridge, or even fight his way out. He'd been on the Nemesis before, and he could hold his own for a limited amount of time against the Decepticons. Megatron was a mech of honor when he felt like it.

It was risky, but there was much to be gained... at least, that was his hope.

He made his way to the designated meeting point even though he knew the team would worry the moment they saw his signature moving far faster than it should have. Once he was at the meeting place, Megatron emerged from a ground bridge and beckoned him to follow with a smile. It was unnerving and Optimus quietly readied his hidden blade just in case things fell apart. However, after venting deeply, he followed Megatron through the portal with only a quick message back to Ratchet.

[[If this doesn't work, I hope you will forgive me. I want to know the truth, and if all goes well, I will gather other vital information as well. Thank you for everything Ratchet. I pray that I will return to you soon.]]

With his message sent, Optimus followed his enemy and stepped aboard the Nemesis. Unease rattled his spark as Megatron smiled and led the way to the Command deck. Optimus did not know what he should have expected, but a vial of sedatives to the neck was not on his list of potential outcomes. He wheezed and his vision blurred, but before he lost consciousness, Arcee's gifted blade found its mark, slashing across Megatron's face even as Optimus was forced into recharge.

When he returned to consciousness, he was strapped down on an examination table and a series of cables connected to his processors through ports normally well hidden. He was too sluggish to move and his whole frame ached. All he was able to do was listen as Megatron began to make plans with Shockwave and Knockout.

Megatron: Does he possess the correct coding?

Knockout: Surprisingly, yes. Despite his physical age and maturity, his coding has not completed its development. He could still theoretically be moved from one frame to another-

Megatron: Excellent. Get that relic out of him and prepare to transfer his spark to a protoform. Ensure the protoform in question is adequately adjusted.

Knockout: My Lord, I will gladly obey, but you must realize that tampering with the relic is highly dangerous! Not to mention moving him to a new frame could cause incredible stress-!

Megatron: What are the issues that concern you, Doctor?

Knockout: The Matrix is tied to him. Trying to remove it could kill him! If you want him dead then by all means go forward with this plan, but if you want a live Prime, he needs that relic at least until I can create a stabilizer to replace it.

Megatron: Very well. Leave the relic until there is a way to remove it. Anything else?

Knockout: He may have the correct coding, but putting him in a protoform is just asking for all sorts of mutations. He needs a stabilizing element, a CNA contribution of some sort considering there are no hot spots for him to go roll in.

Megatron: Then find someone aboard the Nemesis. I want him and that relic dealt with before the cycle's end!

Optimus watched in horror as Megatron grinned down at him. Knockout simply sighed and raised a blade with a murmur about not wanting to damage such a fine frame.

Optimus Prime finally came to fully understand just what his Sire endured as he was picked to pieces for a purpose he did not know. Memory faded in and out as the Doctor worked, but all the while Optimus recalled searching for Ratchet, desperately hoping the mech who treated him so tenderly would come save him. His attempts to call to the team were fruitless, and in his moments of awareness, he noted Knockout had removed his tracker or otherwise blocked the team's ability to find him. He was stranded and alone.

What a foolish decision it was to come to the Nemesis. He regretted it more with every moment and only found himself aware enough to actually process data once more when he came online in a far smaller frame. He was without many features, his new body not yet adjusted to his CNA. The Matrix wrapped around him almost like a ribcage in order to fit his small form. But aside from a few familiar features such as his finials, he also noted a few smaller adjustments, namely the duel datacables that he sensed distantly on his back.

He could not speak, he could not act. Alone and weakened, all he could do was go limp when Soundwave and Megatron came to look him over.

"He has accepted your CNA well. Take care of him Soundwave. Orion's sparkling should be preserved at all costs. I refuse to allow his memory to fade."

Soundwave collected Optimus and carried him as if he weighed nothing. Optimus, having endured his forced reformat, merely groaned. Of course, Megatron was not to be trusted. What a fool he was to even believe in a vague concept of honor. Megatron was always obsessed with his Sire. Was it really a surprise that he would try to claim what little remained of Orion Pax? He was lucky to be alive...

Soundwave took him away, and before Optimus knew it, a new schedule formed for him. He did not fully understand, but the warlord, seemingly drunk on whatever the dark energon did to him, had fully devoted himself to preserving that which remained of Orion. Megatron held no love for him. Instead, the Decepticon instructed Soundwave to tend to Optimus. That tending came... with adjustments. Every cycle he was trained in the craft of the spymaster and dutifully educated in the ways of the original Decepticon creed. Soundwave was not loving or affectionate, but he was a devoted teacher.

Cycle in and cycle out, Optimus obeyed. He couldn't fight, not when his very frame seemed so frail. He could not trust his limbs, nor could he trust his mind without wondering if his thoughts were influenced by the Matrix or Soundwave's teaching. He'd fallen for Megatron's trap, and now he remained until the warlord grew tired of him. He could only hope his team were safe and that they could continue the fight without his aid.

Locked on the Nemesis in a frame not his own, Optimus learned. And given time, he learned one important skill.

He learned to bide his time and scheme.