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Act 2 - Contest Winner (or Loser?)
[PoV: Jezebel]
After downing my next shot of rum, I set the small glass back down onto the bar counter - right next to ten other glasses.
Even though that’s a LOT of extremely potent alcohol I’ve consumed within such a short amount of time, the most that I’m feeling is a strong burning in my stomach - as well as a similar feeling on my face. I’m probably blushing really hard from the rum. Thankfully, my fur is there to conceal it.
Elizabeth on the other hand? She’s barely able to sit straight in her seat, she’s currently wobbling all over the place. The only thing keeping her upright is her free hand having a vice-grip on the counter, her other hand holding her eleventh shot glass of rum - said liquid spilling from the uncoordinated movements of her arm.
Honestly? I’m actually very impressed that Elizabeth managed to last this long. Part of the reason why I’m very good at holding my own alcohol is because I’m a Fire-type, so the heat within me helps burn some of the alcohol before it enters my system. That and paired up with a liver of pure steel? I can keep drinking this stuff all throughout the night.
Elizabeth? She’s smaller than I am, so I guess the only thing that’s keeping her going is the fact that she’s used to drinking this much.
“I cannnn keep doooooing tees all...n...” The Lopunny slurs, her expression being that of a goofy smile. She didn’t finish the sentence though, since she practically chucks the rum into her mouth. She smacks her mouth, her tongue lolling out. “Seeeeee...? Steell...going....!”
The bartender gives her a concerned look before looking back at me, obviously rather hesitant on giving us another round of shots.
I roll my eyes before looking at him with a smirk. “Just one more shot for the both of us.” I tell him.
I have a feeling that this’ll be the straw that breaks the Camprupt’s back, since Elizabeth is barely holding on as it is.
He slowly nods his head and grabs two more shot glasses and fills them with the crystal clear yet extremely strong alcohol. He sets them down in front of me and the Lopunny before taking a step back and watching us at our ‘game’.
I grab my glass and look at Elizabeth, raising an eyebrow at her. “Number twelve.” I say before immediately downing it, the burning sensation being the same as the previous eleven.
Elizabeth immediately goes to grab her drink, but in her attempt to do so she immediately starts falling off her stool. I quickly extend an arm and catch her, preventing her from having a rather rough embrace with the wooden floor.
“Noooooo...” She whines. “I can...do eeeeeeeet!” She tries to sit up, yet even with my assistance she can’t get herself fully back onto her stool.
“I’d say that it’s over, Elizabeth.” I say to her,. my smirk widening.
Honestly? Even though I’ve won, it didn’t really feel as satisfying because of how effortless it was. Yeah I get to have her ‘do anything I want’ for an hour since that was the wager that was made, but if anything I don’t have much interest in that.
If anything? Teaching Elizabeth a lesson was the biggest motivator for me since she really needed to not go off the deep end. Right now? Obviously she’s way too drunk to realize her mistake, but at least I get to feel rather smug.
“Nononooooo!” She continues to complain. “I...ammmm...not dooone. Tere ees...steell...” At this point she’s really falling over, in which I now have to use both hands to keep her from stumbling off her stool like a ragdoll.
“It’s over, Elizabeth.” I repeat, trying contain a chuckle. When she doesn’t respond to this I instead give her a stern look, in which she somehow manages to meet with her own gaze before slumping.
“Fiiiine...” She sighs, her cheeks a deep shade of purple from the booze.
With a bit of effort I manage to pull her off her feet and get her to lean against the counter, in which I turn back to face the bartender.
Said individual is looking at the massive spread of empty shot-glasses with a look of immense respect. “Sheesh, ladies.” He exclaims with a shake of his head, chuckling. “You two hold your liquor far better than anyone I’ve ever met.”
I couldn’t help but give my own chuckle, smiling to myself. “We’re not any simple ladies, after all.”
He whistles. “No kidding. If you members of the Guardians of Twilight all have similar alcohol tolerance, this place will be out of drinks in a night if at least twenty of you were to visit at once.”
I fumble with my dress before pulling out my wallet, and after sifting through it I pull out a sizable amount of money that should pay for all of the alcohol - and provide an impressive tip. I set it down on the counter before giving him a nod of thanks.
The bartender grins and takes the money. “Much obliged.” He says before looking at Elizabeth. “Need help, or-?”
I shake my head, still chuckling. “No need, I will take her back.”
I stand up from my stool - the action causes my body to lose its balance slightly.
Hmm, perhaps the alcohol has more of an effect on me than I thought. That’d also explain why I’m also more loose with my emotions. Guess it really has been a while since I last drank...
Grabbing my staff that’s leaning against the counter, I clasp Elizabeth’s arm and pull her to my form.
“Lean on me.” I tell her. “I’ll support you as we head back to the guild HQ.”
She doesn’t respond - verbally at least, and together we slowly begin to make our way out of the club.
The moment we step outside I immediately feel myself get blasted with fresh air, the strong scent of sweat disappearing with the midnight breeze. The city itself is also relatively quieter compared to the club, so my ears feel very thankful as well.
As the two of us slowly make our way back, Elizabeth starts talking again.
“Nooo...” She whines once more. “I...do not waaant...to beee....your slaaaaave!”
The last word causes my body to freeze, the action making Elizabeth stumble forward before falling - and with her grip on her body, she ends up taking her with me.
The two of us fall flat onto the sidewalk, my staff releasing from my grip and clattering the ground. At this point my face is so flushed that people would probably actually see a noticeable shade of pink on my cheeks - despite the dark fur covering them.
“E-Elizabeth!” I shout indignantly. “Not in public!” I blink before immediately following up with: “And forget about the wager, I have no interest in-”
“Buuut eet was a beeeet!” The Lopunny retorts in her drunken stupor. “I ‘ave to do eeeeeeet!”
I grit my teeth. “Elizabeth-” I start to say, but she cuts me off again.
“What weell you ‘ave me...doooo?” She continues her drunken tirade. “Weell you ‘ave me...streep een publeec? Weell you ‘ave meeeee....chained to a bed so youuuu-”
I don’t even let her finish that sentence. “NONE OF THAT!” I shout frantically, my face full on burning now.
At this point we definitely have a lot of onlookers now. Gritting my teeth harder I get back to my feet and grab my staff, and once I have my balance I pull Elizabeth back to her feet.
“Not another word!” I hiss at her. “Let us get back, no more of this nonsense!!”
She looks at me with confusion. “Buuut thee wag-”
“No!” I growl at her. “No no no! No wager! Just stop talking!”
And so we continued the long trek back to the GoT HQ.
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Where did she get THAT assumption?!
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Much to my chagrin, the journey back did not go smoothly at all. Elizabeth continued to go on and on about the ‘wager’, shouting and whining about all sorts of obscenities she thinks I will do to her. Even with my best attempts I just...could not...get her...to shut up.
I have half the mind to burn her on the spot and be done with it. And the worst part is that if I drank any more alcohol? I probably would’ve actually done it due to the sheer embarrassment I’m feeling.
I swear, who the FUCK does she think I am? With all of the shit she’s saying, people would think I’m some extremely kinky freak!
At this point we’re navigating the hallways of the HQ, and thank Arceus because there’s barely any people walking around this time of night. The few who do walk by us have expressions of confusion - or worse, smirks.
As we’re navigating, a thought suddenly strikes me.
I have...no idea on where Elizabeth stays. Obviously asking her is out of the question, because of the fact she failed to listen to a SINGLE word I said ever since we left the club.
“Shit.” I say aloud, the uncharacteristic word causing a nearby passerby to flinch. I turn and glare at them, my green eyes blazing. “What are you fucking looking at? Keep moving!” I half-shout at them, causing them to start sprinting off - and nearly tripping while doing so.
“-aaand once you are done weet te strap-on...” Elizabeth continues with her tirade, in which I start cringing even harder.
“BY THE GODS AND GODDESSES ABOVE, ELIZABETH!” I shout at her in anger. “I AM NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING SEXUAL TO YOU! STOP TALKING LIKE I’M ABOUT TO FUCK YOU!”
Okay, normally I would be complimented on having insane composure. How I am the pinnacle of professionalism.
Me right now? A combination of alcohol as well as massive doses of irritation and embarrassment is apparently enough to take said reputation and shatter it completely and utterly.
“Buuut te wag-” Elizabeth starts for the umpteenth time.
“Fuck the wager!” I growl at her, my teeth flaring.
Her eyes widen as her flushed face grows even more red.
It took me a moment to realize my poor choice of words. With an even louder growl I start dragging her stumbling form with me.
You know what? Fuck it. I am not navigating these hallways to find her room, especially since there are many potential witnesses. I’m taking her to my room so she can sleep this whole shit off, and MAYBE I still have a chance to salvage what little I have left of my dignity.
Of course Elizabeth continues to babble as we make our way as quickly as physically possible to my room. My ears are definitely flat against my head now, my jaw clenching so hard that it’s actually hurting.
As we finally take the last turn, I feel relief fill my body as the door to my room comes into view.
FINALLY! My salvation!
As I approach the room with Elizabeth in tow, I rest my staff against the wall as I start fumbling my dress for my room-key.
Elizabeth starts mumbling in a confused tone, her words lost to me. As she watches me pull out my key and put it into the slot in the door, her eyes widen to the point where I swear they’re going to pop up.
Oh no, you little shit. This is NOT what you’re thinking of.
“You are sleeping in my room till you’re back to your normal self.” I growl, doing my best to prevent her from saying a SINGLE word. “Nothing is happening in here except you getting rest. Got it?”
I don’t let her respond. As soon as the door opens, I stash my key, grab my staff, and drag her into the room.
Ignoring the scattered papers around my ‘humble abode’ from my duty as temporary Night Hunter Leader, I pull Elizabeth towards my bed and practically throw her at it. Her body stumbles before falling on top of it, her voice becoming muffled as her face is against the sheets.
With a sigh of relief I walk over to my study and sit down at the chair next to my desk. I rest my elbows onto the paper-covered wooden surface, using my hands to cradle my head.
It’s over, Jezebel. It’s over, no one will hear that dirty rabbit anymore. You’re safe.
You have a plan of action. You can tell everyone who overheard Elizabeth that she was in a drunken stupor, and that you were helping her to her room. If they ask about your outbursts, you can claim that they must be mistaking and it was Elizabeth who was acting in such a way. That or they misheard due to lack of sleep, since it was late at night after all.
I feel myself smile.
Yeah, it’ll all work out. Everything is good, your reputation is-
“I...am ready.” I hear Elizabeth meekly say from the direction of my bed.
My body tenses, my eyes widening.
I don’t dare look behind me to see what the hell she means exactly by that. Ohhhh no. No no no.
Hell. Fucking. No.
I cross my arms onto my desk and let my head flop onto them, and thus I begin to scream in exasperation.
#nightshadedelphox#corsairlopunny#guardiansoftwilight#plot#(This was on my mind for a lil' while so it's about time I got to it)#(Kinda funny that this thing is the first post I've written in a while though)
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hi guys!
sooooooooooooo
here’s the thing
i was writing a request the other day, that i thought was about the rival superheroes trying to protect the same small city
apparently, it was person A who sits in the back of every staff meeting and makes snarky comments under their breath about everyone the whole time and person B who arrived late and sat next to them and can barely hold in their laughter, and i don’t know how it became the superheroes one.
BUT! thanks to my inattentiveness and general confusion, i finally have some writing to share with you guys hahahaha!
to that anon who sent in the request: i am so sorry that this wasn’t what you asked for. i promise i’m getting it done!
in the meantime, i hope you guys enjoy this one!
- admin may
Silly but cute AU prompts: #1 - rival superheroes who are trying to protect the same small city
KUROO
“Damn it, you cat!” you screamed from where you were dangling from a streetlight. “I told you, I’ve got this!” You wiggled around, trying to squirm your way out of the fuzzy ties that the stupid Maneki Neko bound you with. You’d already told him when you were racing to the source of the disturbance that you had the situation handled, but noooooo. He apparently had to tie you down just to keep you from beating him to it.
Letting out an irritated grunt, you inched your hands together and managed to press the button that freed the retractable blade in your costume. The ties ripped apart and you swung your arm outward, slicing through the annoying black fur and hemp cords. As you fell, you twisted and managed to land on your feet.
Your face probably looked really scary to any passer-by as you continued running towards the explosion, grumbling about the stupid cat trying to hog all the glory along the way.
When you were finally in interfering distance, close enough to get a good shot at the ugly dude’s head, you stopped, drew a fire arrow from your quiver, pulled it back, and let go. It pierced the monster’s eye deep and the creature howled in pain as the arrow started to burn. That let Maneki Neko deliver the final blow. The creature went out in smoke, and you were fuming as well.
As you rushed towards the site of the wreckage, you, not for the first time, contemplated the merits of shooting an ice arrow into the stupid cat’s head and having superhero jurisdiction over the city by yourself.
“Hey, Sharp Shooter,” said stupid cat hollered as you stomped forward. “Nice shot there. You really live up to your name, don’t you?” He let out a chuckle. Maybe it was the pun, maybe he just loved seeing you rushing towards a battle already lost—or won, on his part.
You rolled your eyes. “Ha ha. We both know you wouldn’t compliment me on that if I were close enough to make a regular shot, Copy Cat.”
“Hey!” he shouted. “Don’t call me that!”
“Why not? That’s what your name is, though!”
“Ugh,” he said, spinning around as if trying to erase your existence. “I can’t believe you. Just because I beat you to the monster this time, too—,”
“You cheated and you know it!” you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You tied me to a streetlight!”
He raised his latex-clad arms in appeasement. “Hey. I just thought the monster was stronger than your usual gig and that you might get hurt.” He shrugged and shook his head, the look on his face anything but remorseful. “I was only thinking of your well-being, Sharpie.”
If this were a cartoon, a red vein would for sure pop out of your forehead at being nicknamed a waterproof marker brand. “Don’t call me that, please.” You breathed out, trying your best to calm down. “And just so you know, I could have beaten in if you hadn’t cheated and freakin’ tied me to streetlight!”
Maneki Neko sputtered out a laugh. “Yeah, right. We both know you couldn’t take it down by yourself.” He crossed his arms and tilted his chin smugly the sky.
You raised an eyebrow. “Neither could you. It looked like you were having a hard time back there before I swooped in and saved your ass.”
The smug smile was wiped off his face in an instant. Maneki Neko whipped his head towards you, indignant. “You did not! You barely nicked the thing in the face! It would’ve gone berserk and leveled the whole town if I hadn’t finished it off!”
Your face was the epitome of affronted. Scoffing, you answered, “Not true! If I hadn’t made tinder out of its eye, you would’ve been done for, you puny little cat!”
“Excuse me? I am way taller than you, shorty—Actually, you know what? You should have just called yourself ‘Short Shooter’ because you sure as hell already look the part!”
“Oh my god! You have no room to say that, kitty, because you are a friggin’ giant!”
“Well at least I don’t play with sticks like a little kid!”
You let out a theatrical gasp. “Oh, that is low, Neko, I can’t believe you!”
There was a strained silence for a while as you both cooled down from the name-calling. This honestly tired you out more than charging at the monster. But it was probably because you were trying to insult a 6’1” man dressed like a cat, complete with ears and a tail. Not to mention, said man was dressed head-to-toe in a latex body suit. This whole thing was just ridiculous.
There was a sputter, and then full-blown laughter. The next thing you knew, Maneki Neko was on his back and laughing his brains out. At the sight of him curled up on the ground and one of his latex ears falling off the costume, you ended up giggling like a maniac, as well.
When you both finally calmed down, you offered the feline-obsessed man a hand and pulled him up. “What’s the score, again?” he asked as he dusted himself off.
You reached for the little pouch that hung on your belt and withdrew an even smaller notepad. You flipped to the near end, where there was a scoreboard of monster kills and assists.
You smirked, and drew a line on Makeni Neko’s side. “Looks like, I’m still in the lead, Copy Cat. 17-15.”
“WHAT?” he yelled, and swiftly grabbed the pad from your hands before you could even blink.
Neko shook his head—in denial, probably—as he tallied the strokes in his head. “No… No, this can’t be possible; I know I took down more monsters than you—AH! YOU MUST HAVE CHEATED!”
Another affronted look situated itself on your face. “I did not! I’m just better than you at killing monsters!”
A swarm of news reporters and cameramen appeared out of nowhere before he could reply, and you hurriedly made yourself scarce.
And thank god they showed up. You could finally get back home and get ready for your blind date. It had been a while since you’d gone on a date, and you did not want to fuck this one up.
TSUKISHIMA
“How many times have we done this, seriously?” T-Rex was standing above you, a hand held out for you to take. You grabbed it and hauled yourself up. Mad props to him for still being willing to help you, even if you were covered in slime (a.k.a. monster spit).
You sighed, doing your best to wipe some gunk off your face and arms. “Thanks, T-Rex.”
“When we got the alert for this monster, I told you I could have handled it, myself,” he said, casually taking pictures with his phone of the monster with a huge tree trunk lodged in its chest. “But you kept insisting that you could do it. And now you’re covered in monster saliva.”
You turned redder with each word that he said, impatient to get the fight over with and keep the city safe. (Also because you had a date and you didn’t want to be late, but that was another story for another time.)
“I mean,” he continued, “I had told you that your fire powers wouldn’t work on this monster, but you still rushed off and just started assaulting it with your pyrokinetics.” A snap from his phone camera. “Amazing.”
You sighed, frustrated. “Yeah, okay, so I was rash. But at least the thing’s dead now,” you said, giving the head of the monster a little kick… And then promptly slipping on the slime surrounding the beast, thereby splashing yourself with its rancid saliva once again.
You were so gonna get this costume deep-cleaned when you were gone.
You heard a snicker in front of you, flushing an even brighter red than your extravagantly designed costume. “Don’t laugh, please,” you said pathetically.
T-Rex extended his hand out to you once again. You took it, and then pulled with all your might so he fell into the smile face-first. You stood quickly, a devious grin on your face as you hopped away a few steps from the fallen hero.
“Let’s see how you like being in the slime now, T-Rex!” you laughed in glee.
Fast as lightning, T-Rex spun around, still in the mud, and captured your leg. He dragged it, so you fell into the icky slime again.
“Payback,” he said simply.
“Oh come on,” you said helplessly, giving up and just letting your head fall into the patch of slime you fell in, essentially letting your hair get covered in the sticky substance. All this gunk was impossible to take out with just one wash, and you feared you might have to reschedule the blind date your friend set up. Damn T-Rex.
“You know if you had just stopped to listen to me earlier, you wouldn’t be covered in slime right now,” he said quietly beside you, still on his stomach and refusing to get any more slime on any other part of his body.
“Give me a break, T-Rex,” you sighed. “You know I had to get rid of this monster fast. Plus, it was mine to kill this time, too.”
“I am well aware of that, but I could have given the next two to you.”
“Supposing you didn’t, though?”
“Yeah, that’s a possibility.”
“See?” you replied, raising your arms for emphasis, but only succeeding in splattering your face with slime. “That’s why I carefully monitor who’s going to save the day whenever a monster pays a visit.” You let the slime drip, knowing that you’d only make it worse if you made to wipe it with your hand or arm.
“Or, you know, you could have listened to me first before charging in. That way we could’ve devised a plan to kill it without you getting so much slime on yourself.”
“God, you’re stubborn about this.”
“Well, you were stubborn about attacking it with fire, too.”
“Touché.”
You two laid there in silence for a little while, resigning yourself to the fact that you were going to be late, and your date would think you stood them up. Finally you said, “Have you ever thought of leaving this town, T-Rex?”
“No,” he said plainly. “Have you?”
“Nope,” you answered just as straight. You’ve lived in this town since you were born, and if a monster were to come knocking, you would be the first in line to risk your life in order to protect it.
“Why not, though?” T-Rex asked. “There are plenty of big cities who need more heroes. Why not try one of those?”
“I like it here. I don’t want to leave.”
T-Rex was silent for a minute, probably contemplating the meaning behind your answer before finally saying, “Well, you’re not gonna leave, and I’m not gonna leave, so expect the two of us to keep fighting over fighting villains for the rest of our lives.”
You almost laughed. T-Rex rarely made jokes, so this was nice.
“Looking forward to it, T-Rex.”
#haikyuu#haikyuu!! imagines#haikyuu!! scenarios#kuroo tetsurou#tsukishima kei#kuroo tetsurou x reader#kuroo x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima x reader#not a request#admin may
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Bendy and the Ink Machine/Among the Sleep
Welcome to the 'highglossfinish' room. Thenightetc: Oooo? Starting soon? Knock Out: Oh yes! Knock Out: How's the picture? Thenightetc: Looks fine! Firstclu: Looks good here! Knock Out: Excellent! Thenightetc: (...I might have to leave at some point for dinner, but I'll come back after.) Thenightetc: ...So it's an abandoned animation studio? Knock Out: Apparently. Knock Out: Alright. Onwards we go!
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Shockbox: You would need to go to great lengths to prove such a thing, Smokescreen. Thenightetc: This just gets less and less ominous Smokescreen: Okay! I can do it. Give me a challenge, and I canprove it! Knock Out: I remember this game. We used to play it as newbuilds before the caretakers made us stop. Shockbox: Your challenge is to thoroughly impress me. Thenightetc: it'd help if Mommy weren't so uncanny-looking Shockbox: ....It's still day time. Immortalspark: Mommy doesn't understand about time zones Shockbox: That too. Knock Out: "Time for bed. Mommy needs some quiet." Smokescreen: :O! Okay! So- I can balance chemistry equations? Bet you didn't expect that, right? Shockbox: Demonstrating the ability to make calculations, invent something, or conduct an experiment would not be enough. Shockbox: No, you would have to sacrifice more than that. Smokescreen: Really? Like what, exactly? Shockbox: Your current set of beliefs. Your sense of morality. Whatever loyalty you have left to the Autobots. Shockbox: I would guide you, yes. But you must realize, unprofessional conduct is not to be tolerated. Thenightetc: ...is someone under the bed? Thenightetc: I'm sure I saw a face Thebes: It's possible Smokescreen: Dang. You ask all your assistants to do that? Smokescreen: nonononono Smokescreen: NO NO NO Thenightetc: so I DID see a face. Smokescreen: put that face away Smokescreen: why are there feeet Smokescreen: And- of course I'll be professional, Shocks. Shockbox: The only 'assistants' I've had for the past 2.5 million years have been drones. Thenightetc: o_o Shockbox: Your conduct would be required to extend to your online presence. Smokescreen: What? Why? Smokescreen: I'm perfectly professional, anyway- aren't I? Thenightetc: (That song she's humming is weirdly familiar...) Shockbox: ....I am inclined to disagree. We appear to have very different standards. Shockbox: It is sure that such a change would be unnatural for you. You would not fit the role without compromising your ability to work efficiently. Knock Out: Baby's first monoxide leak. Shockbox: Ah, good times. Smokescreen: I can do it, Shocks! Really! Think about it when you need an assistant. Shockbox: Your offer is acknowledged. Shockbox: What are you looking for, Knockout? Knock Out: Something to open the baby boiler. Knock Out: Or whatever that door leads to. Shockbox: Hm. I remember the bear's paw being used to open the door. Shockbox: .....Hm. Knock Out: Ahh, there we go! Knock Out: Much appreciated! Shockbox: /Nod. Thenightetc: Are those eyes Knock Out: Now, see, we never did anything fun like this when I was a newspark. Immortalspark: Really? That's a shame Knock Out: Always "go to berth, share your datapad, memorize the names of all the sinus cavities." Knock Out: It really was. Shockbox: As enjoyable as this has been, Knockout, I must be leaving. Thank you for the stream. Knock Out: I mean, did you ever get to have adventures with shadow beasts? Knock Out: My pleasure. Thank you for stopping in! Thenightetc: Goodnight! Immortalspark: See you Shockwave! Immortalspark: Shadow beasts were a mainstay for my childhood Immortalspark: I thought everyone had them Knock Out: They build character. Immortalspark: indeed Smokescreen: Awww, night Shocky! Smokescreen: Wait really? I'm glad I missed that part of being a bitlet! Thenightetc: Maybe the shadow beasts stole your memories of them. Smokescreen: ..... Immortalspark: That does sound like something they'd do Smokescreen: noooooo Immortalspark: they like to pull pranks like that Smokescreen: no no no no Thenightetc: They're such playful creatures. Smokescreen: knocky hellllp Thenightetc: :) Knock Out: Oh, don't worry. I'm sure the shadow beasts will return your memories eventually. Thenightetc: After they've had their fun with them. Knock Out: They're "that" type of friend. Smokescreen: no no nnnnnnooooo Thenightetc: They might not be in the same shape after you get them back, though. Smokescreen: you're all the worstttt Knock Out: What? We didn't say they'd be *harmed.* Knock Out: Just scuffed. The edges folded down. Knock Out: Maybe a copper stain or two. Thebes: And that's assuming JUST the memories of the shadow beasts are missing Thenightetc: Don't worry, I'm sure you're safe from them these days, though. Smokescreen: what??? they took other things too? Thenightetc: Quick question: you don't have any shadows in your room, do you? Smokescreen: I. How would I know? Immortalspark: is anything in your room casting a shadow? Thenightetc: I'm sure it's fine. Smokescreen: ... Any shadow? Everything casts a shadow~! Smokescreen: NO NO NO Immortalspark: No reason to panic at all Immortalspark: or make sudden movements Smokescreen: if I don't recharge at home I'll be fine Thenightetc: ? Thenightetc: Why would it matter whether you're at home? Smokescreen: ... Aren't they just at my home? Thenightetc: *awkward silence* Thebes: I mean. If they were a unique phenomenon, *maybe* Smokescreen: wait what about my own shadow? Smokescreen: are they in here Thenightetc: Well, I'm not in the room with you, Smokescreen. How would I know if there were a shadow beast there? Thenightetc: gosh. Smokescreen: can I send pictures Thenightetc: The glowing eyes on the horse thing are a nice touch. Thenightetc: Not unless you want to multiply them. Smokescreen: what?? they multiply with pictures? Smokescreen: ... am I taking pictures of them- multiplying Knock Out: Make sure you ask if that's what you plan on doing. Thenightetc: I thought everyone knew that Knock Out: Not everyone's into that. Smokescreen: what Thenightetc: What? Immortalspark: snickering Smokescreen: hhhhhhhhhhh mommy is terrifying Thenightetc: Probably reminds you of something. Immortalspark: that bear is what creeps me out Immortalspark: those big soulless eyes Immortalspark: the constant stating of the obvious Smokescreen: no no no Thenightetc: What? The bear *is* pretty creepy. Smokescreen: no i mean what you said- and I refuse to think the bear'll be evil. no no no Thenightetc: What? About mommy reminding you of something? Immortalspark: even if he's not...I don't trust relentlessly cheery things in un-cheery worlds Thenightetc: Usually when something's inexplicably terrifying, it IS because it subconsciously reminds you of something. Thenightetc: Even if you don't necessarily remember what. Immortalspark: this is true Thenightetc: ...that looks like a giant, wounded spider crouching in the middle of the room Knock Out: WELL, THEN. Immortalspark: no it's dead it's a dead spider very dead Thenightetc: What've you got against spiders :/ Immortalspark: not me Immortalspark: aw look that tree is waving at us Thenightetc: I think I saw one of those shadow beasts again Thenightetc: Not that tree, a different one, further away Thenightetc: ...Where *is* the bear at this point? Is he walking around behindyou? Knock Out: On its back, I believe. Immortalspark: he is hanging onto the kid's back Thenightetc: ...Ahhhh. Immortalspark: radioactive sentient teddy bears, standard for every toy store Knock Out: I'm not sure I understand what this memory is supposed to represent. Knock Out: That time mommy did a stint in a Scooby Doo-esque haunted house? Immortalspark: that time when Mommy was a vampire? Thenightetc: Camping trip gone wrong? Knock Out: That time Mommy ferried the dead back and forth? Knock Out: Did they go camping because Mommy had to tie stones to the feet of a snitch? Knock Out: This place is awful. Immortalspark: it does have quite an...atmosphere Thenightetc: Is it just me or does the bear sound like Winnie the Pooh now Knock Out: You can hear it whenever he's distressed about something. Knock Out: Or stating the obvious. Smokescreen: I'm gonna have to head off- thank you for the stream, Woojit! I gotta get rid of all the shadows in my home Knock Out: Best of luck! Give them my regards! Thenightetc: Just remember, every light you turn on makes more shadows! Immortalspark: See you later, Smokescreen! Smokescreen: what?? but. I'm covered in biolights Thenightetc: Oooo, hard luck there. Smokescreen: hhhhhhhhhhhhh Thenightetc: woah what Thenightetc: welllllll have fun with that, I guess. Thenightetc: So what's with the well, wasn't that in a picture with someone standing beside it? Thenightetc: Is someone going to crawl out of there Immortalspark: another bear?? Knock Out: The Boot Lady who mysteriously disappeared ten years ago? Immortalspark: I'm glad you rescued that Thenightetc: I'm glad you didn't fall in. Thenightetc: ...I saw something moving Knock Out: Where did you see it? Thenightetc: Dunno. But it looked like a sort of light humanoid figure walking hurriedly past Knock Out: That frightens me more than anything that's actually happened thus far. Thenightetc: (I'm afraid I have *no* sense of directing when watching someone else play.) Thenightetc: Well, it seemed to be going *away* from you... sorta. Cardinal: Greetings! Cardinal: Uh oh, one of THESE games. Thenightetc: You missed all the fun! Knock Out: Hello, Cardinal! Cardinal: Hello alternate! Cardinal: Also, awww. Thenightetc: Smokescreen went home to turn on all the lights. Or possibly turn off all the lights. :) Cardinal: Is the moon after him again? Knock Out: Oh, I wouldn't say you missed much. Just a mysterious figure and Smokescreen's education on shadow beasts. Cardinal: Bless that boy. Thenightetc: I wonder what that weird tentacle-shaped thing is Thenightetc: I keep seeing it in the background. Knock Out: ...Interesting! Thenightetc: ...VERY INTERESTING Knock Out: DEAR SWEET SCRAP. Immortalspark: !! Thenightetc: Hey, I think it's that picture again! Thenightetc: And it... changes when you go up to it? Knock Out: Well, frag me flying! You're right! Thebes: Well that only has good implications Thebes: certainly nothing horrifying about this Thenightetc: What a lot of blood. I'm sure nothing awful happened here. Knock Out: I liked the Swamp Mother more when she was an imaginary thing we made up to frighten Smokescreen. Thenightetc: Maybe our ~imagination~ made it real. Knock Out: ...I refuse to take away a lesson from that. Thenightetc: I'm busy imagining that she's going to go away and never come back. Immortalspark: teddy bear isn't saying "this place is unsettling" anymore Thenightetc: So when this happens, does it mean she's close, or Thenightetc: I hear humming again Thenightetc: Wait, are you sure the book isn't something you're supposed to pick up? Thenightetc: Yeah, that one Knock Out: ...You do it. Thenightetc: Just, it looked like the picture you went through to get here was of the mother reading a book to the daughter Thebes: It did look like that Thenightetc: ...Huh. Thenightetc: ...is the bear plotting to murder the mother Knock Out: "Child" my tailpipe. *I* shouldn't have to go through all this. Thenightetc: because I'm getting that feeling Thebes: that does seem to be what it is aiming at Thebes: ... 'aiming' Knock Out: I was going to suggest packing it in, but it looks like we're almost at the end. Knock Out: Should we try for it? Thenightetc: Yeah! Knock Out: That's the spirit! Immortalspark: go for it! Thenightetc: what the heck Immortalspark: ...what Knock Out: This couldn't have less to do with childhood. Immortalspark: I have very little frame of reference and even I was questioning that Immortalspark: though I imagine I would have had a lot of fun with a really long conveyor belt thingy with sheep on the side of it Thenightetc: ...picture of Swamp Mother? Knock Out: Or some variety of root vegetable. Thenightetc: You can see the resemblance, though, right Knock Out: I was going to suggest packing it in, but it looks like we're almost at the end. Knock Out: Should we try for it? Thenightetc: Yeah! Knock Out: That's the spirit! Immortalspark: go for it! Thenightetc: what the heck Immortalspark: ...what Knock Out: This couldn't have less to do with childhood. Immortalspark: I have very little frame of reference and even I was questioning that Immortalspark: though I imagine I would have had a lot of fun with a really long conveyor belt thingy with sheep on the side of it Thenightetc: ...picture of Swamp Mother? Knock Out: Or some variety of root vegetable. Thenightetc: You can see the resemblance, though, right Thenightetc: well, that sure is a shadow of some description Knock Out: Wasn't it just? Thenightetc: Why are there marks on the floor and ceiling there Knock Out: I've been wondering that myself. Immortalspark: hanging baby clothes Knock Out: Well, I'm stuck. Knock Out: ...And tempted to spend the right of my life in the closet. Immortalspark: green cabinets? yikes Knock Out: *The horror.* Immortalspark: truly Thenightetc: O_O Thenightetc: more drawings Knock Out: This had better nor turn into a Tattletail scenario where those drawings matter. Knock Out: *not Thebes: They probably do though Knock Out: And how is this infant humant scaling narrow boards and knocking down bottles with fruit? Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't most humanlings have trouble directing their fists to their mouths? Thenightetc: Possession? Knock Out: That works. Thebes: plus what if this stuff just... isn't actually happening? Thenightetc: Yeah, it did start when the toddler went to sleep Immortalspark: seems like some deranged nightmare thing Thenightetc: what IS all this black stuff everywhere Knock Out: Smears of the teamwork that brought us this far? Thenightetc: It's kind of like something squeezed into the corner between the wall and the floor and left those behind Thenightetc: Is this going to have something to do with the elephant the bear hid and made you find at the beginning Thenightetc: nnnnnnope Thenightetc: wait was that a death Immortalspark: that one was in a coat Thenightetc: what HAPPENED there Thenightetc: what the Immortalspark: oh Knock Out: Oh indeed. Immortalspark: the bear got it Thenightetc: ohhhh dear Knock Out: ...Well! Thenightetc: Well indeed Knock Out: That was an experience that brought no one joy. Thenightetc: Well put-together, though Cardinal: Yet we survived. Cardinal: Right? Knock Out: We did. We really did! Cardinal: Or did we. Immortalspark: do not fix the bear Knock Out: Was that a thing we were supposed to do? Immortalspark: the voice at the end said he would Immortalspark: ominously Thenightetc: ...I found what the song she was humming apparently was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIiuaXEZodE Immortalspark: I am left feeling that this is a bad idea Knock Out: EUGH! Thenightetc: ...Hey, that was the link in the thread, don't blame me. Knock Out: Well, at least it's a nice song. Knock Out: And the troll appears to be a better mother. Immortalspark: it does Knock Out: So! That was Among the Sleep. Knock Out: I wouldn't say that's a *good* place to leave it for tonight, but it's...a place? Thenightetc: I thought it was good. Very atmospheric, resisted the temptation to kill the player every two minutes Cardinal: A place it is. Knock Out: Thank you all for coming and experiencing...that? With me? Thebes: Certainly can't argue that Thenightetc: ...and much better than the ink thing Immortalspark: much better Knock Out: Much, much better. Thenightetc: Thank you for the stream. :) Knock Out: Always a pleasure!
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