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[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Noise Pollution

A.N: Kinich x Reader. 

Genshin Impact MasterList

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“That is nasty as jack!! Must you subject the Great Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw to such a gruesome sight?” 

The screeching voice that appeared out of nowhere may have unsettled and startled you once upon a time but you were long such used to it. As such you only gave a sigh as Kinich pulled his lips away from yours, calmly as if the unwanted outburst didn’t phase him any. 

Kinich had locked Ajaw away in a timeout to give the two of you much needed time to yourselves. Such time found you on Coatepec Mountain and as the sun set, Kinich leaned over and gave you a sweet kiss. Pulling back, he found that had missed your lips already so he quickly closed the gap, a little more fervently that time, his hand cupping your cheek. You had all but melted into him. 

Kinich was a man of few words but you knew his mind well, during moments like this. He could not hide his heart from you, and had long since given up trying. At some point, pulling you into his arms and kissing you during your private moments was the way that he conveyed what mere words could not. 

And it was perfect. 

Except for this overly self-important weasel that was his partner. 

“No one asked you.” You finally responded to the floating pixel, “You did not have to come back anytime soon.”  

Kinich had only tightened his arm around you once, the only sign of his annoyance at this untimely interruption. 

“No one can keep me locked away!! Each time my servant decides to lock me away, I will come back.” 

“Like fungus, I suppose.” 

“Ei! Pay some respect to the Great Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw!! I finally return and what do I see!! That you would use my servant for your vile means makes me sick! Curses be upon you human!!”

You giggled without humor, “Careful~, it almost sounds like you care what happens to your "servant "."  

“Don’t you insult me in such a manner!! I will rip out your tongue for such words!! I awake each day anew with hope for Kinich’s death in my heart!! Mwhahaha!!” 

Kinich looked annoyed then as he glowered, “Ajaw, I will send you right back to where you come from for such words against her. Can you not see we are busy?” 

“Try it! I will claw my way out of the depths time and time again! And busy! Busy with what? You display such vile tendencies when you are around her! Losing your head—”

You had turned your ears off at Ajaw as you wrapped your arms around Kinich's shoulders, leaning into him, already missing his warmth. You nuzzled your face into his neck, making him turn his face towards you, his arm around you tightening. He couldn’t help but to reach out to cup your cheek with his other hand. 

You only let out a small content sigh. He always said he wasn’t good at comforting but you found that to be a lie that he told himself. His presence alone was comforting to you. You liked the fact that he wasn’t so noisy all the time. You had come from a world beyond that was noisy as jack so you appreciate the silent strength that Kinich brought. 

“—Ei!! Are you listening to me!!” Ajaw screeched, "You two are making me throw up!” 

Except the only vice that Kinich had wasn’t even his own. It was this gremlin partner of his. You had never witnessed such arrogance. You had a hard time figuring out what was noisier, your old world or Ajaw. In some ways, your old world was, as it was a constant noise grind.

At least Kinich could lock Ajaw in a timeout from time to time.

And -gasp- there were times when Ajaw would disappear allowing the two of you to have quiet stolen moments. 

He was probably planning something but I digress....

You only sighed, “I feel for you Kinich, that you have such a wicked partner. My condolences!” 

“Hm.” 

Kinich had always worried that it would be Ajaw that would break the two of you apart. After meeting the Traveler and Paimon, he began to realize exactly what he was missing and it was a lot. Then meeting you, beginning to fall in love with you, knowing you hated excess noise, he feared that it would be Ajaw would be your undoing. 

“What exactly do you mean? Wait, condolences…is Kinich finally going to croak! Long has this day—Eep!!”  

You snapped, jerking out of Kinich’s loose hold to grab Ajaw, catching him firmly around the “throat”, bringing him to your dark gaze, “Listen to me, you little worm. Kinich will not be dying anytime soon and if I catch you up to some mischief on his life, I will end you.  You are a strain of madness that existed even in my world but you will not pollute my time in this world. Unlike the rest of these mortals, I’m not inclined to play your game. I will make it difficult for you if you keep trying my patience.” 

Ajaw flailed his arms, as you squeezed tighter, turning red in your hold, “Servant!! Get this she-demon off of me!! How dare you treat the Great Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw in this manner!! I will end you!!” 

Ajaw being the death of your relationship before it could blossom would be the least of Kinich’s worries. Kinich had only turned his head and shut his eyes in a relaxed manner at the start. Gradually, he began to observe with a half lidded gaze. 

This wasn’t the first time you had decided to take Ajaw to the task. You had very little patience when Ajaw talked too long about Kinich's supposed death.  Kinich had long gotten used to it, so he was surprised the first time that you took it personally. Now though, he quite liked this side of you.

Though his eyes widened slightly at the tidbit about your world. Exactly how bad was the world you had come from like? This wasn’t the first time he had wondered. When he tried to pry, you skated around him. Kinich quickly figured out that perhaps it was a sore point for you. He did not wish to cause you any further pain so he learned not to inquire too deeply into your life from your old world. 

When you loosened your hold, Ajaw flew out of your reach, waving his arms madly, “Just you wait, you little she-demon! One day the Great Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw will have his revenge! When he finally gets Kinich’s body, you will be the first to beg for mercy! Count on it!” 

With a raucous laughter, Ajaw flew away leaving only the wind behind him. 

You let out a little sigh, your anger easing off. 

“A strain of madness that existed even in your world….”  

The gentle voice made you look back at Kinich whose lizard-like eyes of green and amber gazed down at you. You could see the concern, even questions swirled that swirled within them, yet he said nothing further. 

You found yourself looking away unable to hold his gaze. You really didn’t want to get into it, yet it wasn’t fair that he shared so much of himself, yet you still held much of yourself back. 

Yet still, some things you weren’t sure you could really have a conversation about. 

Still you wanted to offer something: 

“In my world, you could say there exists an…entity that is similar to the Abyss of this world. Terror, fear, control. They rule with such things, blotting out the sky, polluting the air, polluting the earth itself, so that we humans could only ever rely on them. Humanity had long since lost its soul and we were like the undead….” 

“Stop…” You were suddenly brought to a sturdy chest, “....this is hurting you.” 

You were unaware that your breath had quickened as you felt yourself descending into dark memories you’d long since want to forget. You clung to the figure before you, fighting to anchor yourself. 

Kinich regretted immediately echoing the sentiment you had shared. Seeing your eyes gaze over, in such a manner was not his intent. If this was hurting you, he did not need to know. This was not the price he wanted to pay for his knowledge. If such a price involves your well being, it was already too high. 

All he hoped for now, would be that you let him stay quietly by your side.

As the last rays of the sun dipped into the oncoming night, he held you close in his arms. Eventually the tremble of your body ceased. Then: 

“...I’m sorry….” 

Kinich shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize for prying. If it hurts too much, you need not share it.” 

He felt you tighten your arms around him, but he could not read your expression. You had subtle shifts in expressions that he long since learned to read. 

There was much life to be found in Teyvat, something entirely foreign to you when you were first dropped here. But in Natlan, especially where you found a home, even with the threat of the Abyss on their heels, they knew how to live life. To bond together as one. It was a wonder to behold when you came to Natlan. Although you did not like the adrenaline of extreme sports, that too showcase their love of life. 

You did not, could not, fathom returning to your lost world. 

Not after discovering life and how to live here. 

You pulled back, finally collecting yourself to give Kinich a smile. His eyes searched yours for a long moment. You couldn’t help the giggle before leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his. 

His mouth gave the barest quirk, “As long as you are well.” 

“Hm.” You gave a nod. 

“It’s getting late. I will get you back home.”  Kinich stood with you in tow before stretching out his hand. 

You stepped into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him as his arm wrapped securely around you. 

And you felt no fear as he whipped through the air, towards home. 

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Under His Umbrella Pt.5

You weren’t sure how long you had been in whatever world this was, but you harbored no regrets. Mr. Scarletella kept his promise; none of the other citizens of this world dared to bother you. If they tried, they were quickly dealt with.

Mr. Scarletella rarely left your side for long stretches of time. You weren’t sure what he did when he left but you right now you laid contently upon a lone, worn mattress in the middle of a river of red as far as the eye could see. 

This was the private domain of Mr. Scarletella, a place he had shared with you.

A place you felt completely safe and at home. 

Your eyes fluttered, knowing instantly when Mr. Scarletella returned but you did not fully open them. 

You felt the deep shadow cast over you and fought not to allow your lips to twitch. 

Then the shadow came closer and you felt the breathing of your companion. 

“Hello?”

“....” You fought not to even move, playing dead as it were. 

You could picture Mr. Scarletella cocking his head as he tried to make sense of this new game you were playing, “You okay?” 

“.....” 

“Hm…” A long note crawled out of Mr. Scarletella as you felt your cheek being poked. 

You almost lost it then and there but you managed to sit perfectly still. 

“Alive, yes. Hello?” 

“.....” 

“You okay?” 

“.....” 

“Why no speak? Angry? Sick?” 

You couldn’t help but burst out in giggles then, your eyes popping open to see Mr. Scarletella’s upside down face. His deep black eye were fixed upon you with a frown on his face. A frown that became deeper making you begin to work on feeling bad for teasing him. He seemed as if he was becoming a little too concerned over your supposed to be harmless joke.  

You turned over on your stomach before pushing up to your knees to face him as your giggling continued, “No angry. I play. Sorry.”

Mr. Scarletella grin widened then, “Good. It’s fine. Play good. No angry, yes?” 

“No angry.” 

“Good.” 

Mr. Scarletella continued to gaze down at you, seeming more content now that he established there was nothing wrong.

Perhaps you two could have stayed that way forever but…

Your eyes consciously wandered over Mr. Scarletella, feeling yourself warm the longer you looked at him. Lately your thoughts have begun to wander. You had begun to forget details of your human life except for the memory of the pain you felt. You were too happy to forgo those details, not trying to hang onto them too tightly. 

The warm lingering feelings for this umbrella creature had began to deepen as of late. You wanted to do something with these feelings and the concept of a kiss came back to you. You wanted to share such a thing with him but you did not know if he even know what a kiss was.

Did he even feel the same as you?

Did you even want to ask? 

Embarrassment flooded you every time you thought about it making you shy away from the issue all together.

“Okay? You okay?” 

You snapped back to realize that Mr. Scarletella was inches from your face, his lone visible black eye fixed upon you in confusion. His black holed mouth tugged downwards.

You had been staring so long at Mr. Scarletella that he had begun to get worried. 

He had noticed lately that your look had….changed. 

He didn’t know how or why though. 

Case in point, your eyes looked like they had been staring unseeing at him. When you jolted out of it, you snatched your eyes away from him. 

Mr. Scarletella cocked his head. Why were you acting this strange? 

So he peered even closer. He did not want his human to suffer anything. He needed to know so he could fix it. If you needed something, he expected you to tell him. Or he would pry. 

Whatever works. 

“Hurt? Scared? What wrong?” 

You ended up pushing Mr. Scarletella back as you shot to your feet. To distract both of you, you reached out and snatched his umbrella with a playful smile. Mr. Scarletella's hands flexed in surprise. 

Twirling the umbrella on your shoulder, you awaited his reaction. 

“.....You bad…..” 

You could almost hear a teasing lit in Mr. Scarletella’s voice. You couldn't help but to stick your tongue out at him as you began to aimlessly walk around. 

Mr. Scarletella followed you, as a silent shadow. 

You began to slow down, absently gnawing on your lips. 

You felt Mr. Scarletella leaned over your free shoulder, his hand reaching out to grasp your hand on the handle of his umbrella, “You okay?”

You gazed at his hand, even as you felt strands of red hair tickling your cheek.  Then you turned your head, staring straight into Mr. Scarletella’s eyes. In the inky depths you could see the concern lurking that was rising quickly the longer your gazes stayed connected. This umbrella creature has always seemed to show much care and concern to you. It seemed as if he was looking at you like that more and more lately.  And it wasn’t fair for you to make him worry like that.

You shifted your gaze away from him. You felt him trying to bend to capture your gaze once more. You took a step forward, making him retract his hand before spinning around to him. Thankfully, he straightened to his full height but you could feel the weight of his stare, even as you stared at his midsection. 

Then the words popped out before you could think it through, “Kiss? You know?” 

Only after a bit of silence had passed did you dare to peer up at him.

After your gaze met his, he cocked his head, trying out the unfamiliar word, “..ik?”

“Kiss.”

“....Not know. What ki..isk? 

You felt yourself warm again and spun back around, absently twirling the umbrella over your shoulder. You began walking forward thinking on how to explain it, “Two beings like lots, lots. Want mouth touch. Kiss.” 

“Mouth touch….” 

Mr. Scarletella thought about it awhile as he trailed after you. He felt he had seen humans engaged in a mouth touch before. He had not thought much of it until you mentioned it. A kiss, you called it? Did that mean the humans liked each other a lot and that's why they did that? 

Wait, you both liked each other lots!

You felt the umbrella lift from your shoulder. Your eyes followed this over your shoulder, ended up looking at Mr. Scarletella who had leaned down to peer directly into your face, holding the umbrella over both of you. 

“I like you. You like me. Lots, lots. Yes?” 

You dipped your head once.  

“Then mouth touch. We kiss, yes?”  

You quickly dismissed his words, “You no want. It's fine.”  

Mr. Scarletella frowned, “I want. I kiss you. Mouth touch you. I like. I want. You want too, yes?”  

You felt something welling up in you and in your haste you slipped back to your natural language waving him off, while not looking at him, “You don’t have to. It’s fine. It’s nothing. Forget I even said anything. I shouldn't have brought it up. This is…” 

A small yelp escaped you when you felt yourself being pulled by your arm. You jerked your head up in time to see Mr. Scarletella leaning down, his mouth inches from yours, stalling your words. Your eyes went wide as they gazed into his own. 

“Mouth touch, I want.” Mr. Scarletella was slow and unhurried, making his intentions very clear, “You want kiss, yes? I want. I want. You want. You want. You like me. I like you. Lots, lots. Mouth touch, we kiss.” 

Then he was closing the gap, pressing his lips lightly on yours. His inky eyes were open as he watch shock flood through your own. 

Wait, should he have done that? 

This was what you wanted right? 

Before he could get too far into his self-reflection, you surged forward, pressing your lips to his. It was Mr. Scarletella’s turn to be taken aback, but he quickly relaxed using his free hand to encircle around your waist, pulling you to him. He let you guide him, angling his head this way and that, your hands on either side of his face.

Oh, was he supposed to shut his eyes? Yours were shut. So he shut them. 

When you pulled back, your eyes kept darting around.

Then...  

Mr. Scarletella was giggling, his grin stretching to unnatural proportions. He was barely aware of glitching in and out due to his emotional state. 

“I like!! I like lots!! We kiss, lots, yes. Kiss. Kiss!” He cried before pulling you back into his embrace. 

Your embarrassment was quickly dispelled by Mr. Scarletella’s enthused response. 

It seems you had something else to do to pass the time now.

Something Mr. Scarletella would definitely take advantage of. 

FIN.

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Under His Umbrella Pt.4

You felt you were drowning. 

You felt you were gasping for air, trying to find the next breath that was being constantly denied to you. 

Was something choking you, stifling your breath? 

Perhaps something was killing you? 

Why didn’t the pain stop? 

Why? 

Why? 

Like a buzzing loop of static, the question kept repeating. 

“...wa….!” 

“Aw..k…!” 

You dimly heard something repeating over your own mantra and you latched onto it. 

“Awake!” 

Your eyes were flying open as all the breath left you but just as quickly eased back in. You inhaled hard almost making yourself cough from the force of it. You became aware you were lying down but you weren’t cold. How curious. You always woke up cold from the draft in your attic room. 

The ceiling….that wasn’t yours. You were used to rows of hardwood that made up the ceiling. This was smooth concrete that was dirty and cracked. 

You became aware of something patting your stomach, in a soothing pat, pat motion. 

You jolted, stiffening. 

What was touching you?

When your eyes shifted, you jumped again at the lone inky eye gazing at you. Mr. Scarletella had his head cocked all the way to the side, in the most unnatural position as he gazed down at you. Your breathing skipped a beat as your brain comprehended exactly who was looking down at you. 

“You….” you breathed, beginning to relax once more. 

Mr. Scarletella stopped patting your stomach. You were lying down on the lone bed in the room and he was sitting on the edge, his umbrella casually over the other shoulder. 

“You scared? Bad think, on, on, on. You no awake. Now awake. See me. Bad humans no hurt you. They gone. We here. You scared?” At the end he leaned even closer, the lone eye you could see peering at you closely. 

It took a bit for you to process his words, taking the time to sit up. Although your body felt a bit sore, you were in less pain than before. Strange. Wait, exactly how much time had passed? You weren’t sure. 

You looked around, “Where am I? Where here?”  

“My home. Your home. You and me.” Mr. Scarletella’s hand retracted from your stomach as he leaned back a little to give you space but still his eyes searched yours. 

“What word say?” You asked. 

“Home.” 

“What mean? You teach.”

“Chair. Table. Wall. Floor.” Mr. Scarletella spoke slowly pointing to each item in the room then he swept a hand in an encompassing gesture, “Room. Home. My home. Your home.” 

Was he telling you this is where he lived? And now you lived here as well?

You tested out the word, “...oma…” 

Mr. Scarletella shook his head once, “Wrong. Home. Ho-me. Home.” 

“H-h-ome.”

Mr. Scarletella grinned, “Good. Home. My home, your home. You and me.” 

Your mouth lifted a fraction. Did he want you to stay there with him? You didn’t have anywhere else to go. To be. 

Red hair fell into your face as you lifted your eyes to see his face inches from yours. 

“You scared?” 

He always asked you that, very earnest in an answer. Tentatively, you reached up and touched his cheek. He leaned into your touch but his eyes stared unblinkingly at you. 

“Why? You gonna steal my soul?” 

Mr. Scarletella blinked, “Not know words. You teach.” 

You weren’t even sure it was that important but apparently to Mr. Scarletella it was as he repeated himself when you lulled into silence for awhile. 

You pointed to yourself, “Me….” Then you stopped, you had no idea how to convey the concept of a soul if it even existed in his language, “Me…heart, body, soul…” Here you made a circle to encompass your whole body, “You take?”

Mr. Scarletella cocked his head, “I take your heart, body? You give? Ah, you give name?” 

You furrowed your eyebrow. You weren't sure about the new word but let’s go with that, “You want? My heart, body….mami..?” 

Mr. Scarletella cocked his head, “....Name?” 

“...ame?” 

He shook his head, “Name?”

“Name.” 

“Good.”

So you repeated, “You want? My heart, body, name?” 

You watched Mr. Scarletella fairly quiver at that, his grip on the umbrella tightening a fraction. Now that you had got a grasp on saying such a foreign word, were you willingly handing him your name? Really? Did you even comprehend the meaning of your words?

She always fought him tooth and nail to not give her name. And were you really going to give it to him? He had made that mistake once before; he didn’t want a repeat. 

“You like me? I like you.” 

You had no idea what that new word even meant.

You something me? You felt you had heard it before though.

Confusion filled your face as you lost the thread of the conversation, dropping your head into your hands. 

Mr. Scarletella frowned, “You no like me?” 

You lifted your head, silent for a moment. Then you raised a hand to your neck and made a cutting motion, “You kill me?”

Despite the word being in your language, this time you were both on the same page. 

Mr. Scarletella reached out and grabbed your hand, yanking it away from your neck, “I not kill you. Not kill you. Not hurt you. I help you. I help. You understand. You no scared of me. No scared. I like you. You like me, maybe?” 

You reached out slowing his litany of words when you touched his cheek again. Such a simple statement got him riled up. You hadn’t expected such a reaction. He used his free hand, holding his hand over yours, “I like you.” 

Then he leaned forward, pressing his forehead over yours, “I….like….you.” 

Your breath caught. It became painfully obvious what that word meant. Did he really mean that? That he liked you? Was that was he was saying? 

“Why?” You couldn't help but to ask. 

“....You no scared, me. You speak, you touch me.  I like. I like you.” 

You couldn’t help your eyes from becoming wet. Reaching out with both hands you cupped his cheek. For the first time you saw him, the umbrella slipped from his fingers as he wrapped his arms around your waist, tentatively at first before becoming firmer. 

You gave a wet laugh, “You were the only one that helped me. The only one that even knew I existed. You save me. At first I didn’t care if you killed me, perhaps I still don’t but now….I want to stay….I like you. You and me. Home. We go. We stay. You and me. Understand, yes?” 

Mr. Scarletella was still a long moment that you were uncertain of his reaction. You peered at his expression but suddenly it was like a TV being switched on. He fairly vibrated like static. You laughed as he glitched in and out as if he couldn’t contain his emotions. His grin widened to unnatural proportions in his unabashed glee. 

“You like me? I like you! We like!! You and me, home. I help you. I protect you. No hurt. Beings no hurt you. You like me, yes? I like you lots, lots, lots!” 

You only laughed once again, throwing your arms around him. 

You had met him by chance. Despite his otherworldly nature you hadn’t even cared if he killed you then. Even still, you once thought he was a hallucination.

You didn't know that you’d finally find solace under his umbrella. 

Part 5

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Under His Umbrella Pt.3

Mr. Scarletella wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he met you. But he found himself returning most nights to your side, even if it wasn’t raining. 

However one still night, he glitched into the attic that served as your room. All that met him was the draft of air that circulated.

Your threadbare blanket never did much to help you.

Once seeing you shiver, he had taken off his trenchcoat and offered it to you. He didn’t know that you were shy as you slipped it around you.  Mr. Scarletella cocked his head at you ducking yours into your chest.  You felt the warmth of the coat and smelled the rain that lingered. It was quickly becoming a source of comfort to you. But he found that he rather liked that you accepted and wore his trenchcoat. 

Something was rising within him. He felt in a similar way before with her but this was different.

Something more…

Somewhere during the screams of one of his victims, his mind too far away to even enjoy his usual pleasures, did the answer suddenly drop into his brain. 

It was need. 

You needed him. You acted like you needed him and seemed grateful for whatever he provided. She never needed him. His deep devotion to her, steamed from the offering she made that she didn't even know she was making. He thought that perhaps she liked him. But she never did. And she left.  But you didn’t fear him, you smiled and laughed with him. You touched him. You let him touch you, get close to you. 

It made him feel wanted, as if he was needed by someone. 

It was that feeling that stirred within him, so when he saw the empty attic, that night, he was annoyed. Was that other human botheri…..

Nevermind, the crashes and screaming was reaching his ears. He found his patience was beginning to dwindle. 

Each time he visited you seemed to get weaker and weaker.

The last time he visited, you didn’t even bother sitting up, violently shaking under the threadbare blanket. He had shrugged off his trenchcoat, resting it over you. When you finally managed to peel your eyes open, you saw him bending almost in half, his face inches from yours. 

As usual you started, before relaxing, “...el..lo.” 

 Mr. Scarletella frowned. Your voice was barely there, “Hello.” 

He watched your eyes flutter, as if you struggled to keep them open, “Sorry. Tired.” 

 Mr. Scarletella gave a single shake of his head, “Sleep. I stay.”  

You smiled gratefully at him, your eyes drifting close.  Mr. Scarletella, straightened to his full height, standing over you the entire night like a watchdog from the underworld. His inky eyes were on your rickety door; he almost dared for that other human to come up here that night. 

Go ahead, give him an excuse. 

An excuse he would not need tonight. 

For when he glitched into the room you were in, his rage rose hot and fast. You were almost a bloodied pulp with that disgusting human looming over you. Wait, did that human multiply? Yes, there were a few humans now. In your weakened state, you couldn’t fight them off. He saw the amount of new bruises that littered your already frail body. 

Between the bodies of the humans hurting you, your eyes locked with his. He was standing in the shadows, bending down at an unnatural angle because of how small the house was. 

“...elp me.” You barely managed out, just as you were punched straight in the face once more. 

 Mr. Scarletella saw red as he felt he heard your neck snap as you sagged backwards as if your last strength had been spent. 

How dare these humans hurt what was his? 

If hadn’t returned now, he might would never see you again. He had seen how fragile humans were and what their limit was. He had tested them time and time again. So he knew, you were at yours. 

Never again. 

—

You just wanted the pain to stop. Why didn’t it stop? 

Then you saw him standing in the shadows. What did it matter if that umbrella creature took your soul? What did it matter if he killed you? At least the pain would stop. 

You uttered a plea that you weren’t even sure if he heard. 

But then you felt those evil hands moving off of you. 

You dimly heard the inhuman screams that filled the house, the unnatural crunching sounds, the sound of panicked breaths and scurrying. 

But your mind was floating. 

Maybe it would float away. 

“...el..ello…hello…” 

Your consciousness faded back in and you managed to stir, peeling your eyes open to see Mr. Scarletella squatting over you, his open umbrella resting on his back. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tried to see around him but he simply lowered the open umbrella to block your view. 

“Look not.” 

 Mr. Scarletella couldn’t even explain to himself why he didn’t want you to see the grisly details of the house now. He wasn’t shamed. He had killed countless humans, what was a few more? 

No, he didn’t want to see fear in your eyes. 

Not now. 

Not ever. 

You heavied, as if struggling to pull in a breath, as you pulled your eyes up to his. 

He couldn't help but to lean forward, capturing your eyes with his lone inky one, “You scared?” 

“Not scared. Why are you going to steal my soul?” 

 Mr. Scarletella blinked at this. He had heard this sentence before but he still had no idea what you asked. Shaking himself, he found that it was useless at the moment. He pointed to himself, then you, “Me. You. Go, yes?” 

Your eyes widened. Was he offering to take you with him? Where would that be? Did it even matter at this point? Being with this umbrella creature the last couple of weeks hurt far less than being in this house. 

You smiled and tried to nod, “Yes. Go. You, me.” 

 Mr. Scarletella grinned. 

—

“The details of this news story is highly disturbing. 

This house that you see behind me, is very secluded. In fact, because of how secluded this house is, it is said the bodies found in it had decomposed at an alarming rate. Perhaps have been sitting here for at least a good couple of weeks before being discovered. 

Now we cannot actually show you what is in that house nor can we say what actually transpired. 

I’m told that the mangling of the bodies seems to defy human logic. Even coroners had to exit the house to throw up, not having seen such wreckage in their careers. 

It will take several weeks to even have enough to identify the bodies. Assuming that is possible. 

We will have more updates on this disturbing case as it comes out. "

Part 4

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Under His Umbrella Pt.2

Mr. Scarletella found other humans that gave the most delightful screams. Running and tripping all over themselves to get away from him. 

Wasn’t this the normal reaction after all? 

So why was he thinking about that human who did not scream? 

Why did you not scream? 

And why did all this time pass and you still floated through his mind? 

Curiosity and boredom was why the next rainy day he found himself back at that open field with a few houses. This time when he teleported to the house, he saw a human dragging another human by what little hair she had.

The one being dragged was familiar to him. He watched you struggle as the other human attached you to the house once again, yelling and screaming at you.  Mr. Scarletella heard that human striking you from where he was standing. 

Only when that other human had migrated into the house, did he glitch in and out. 

“Hello!” he said, leaning down at you. 

You jumped when you heard his voice. At first you scrambled away but only when you turned and saw that umbrella creature did you relax, “It’s you?” 

Ah, so you weren’t going to scream this time either?  

Mr. Scarletella saw you relaxed once you saw it was him. You recognized him then. 

“Hello.”  Mr. Scarletella repeated. 

You cocked a head at him. 

“Hello.”

Tentatively you opened your mouth and tried to repeat what he said, “H-h-he-lo.” 

 Mr. Scarletella’s grin widened a touch, “Hello.”

You couldn’t help the snicker, “Hello?”  

 Mr. Scarletella grin widened, “Hello. You scared?” 

You frowned. You got the greeting but not much else. 

 Mr. Scarletella pointed to himself, “Me.” Then he pointed at you, “You.” 

After a few rounds, you caught on and repeated pointing first to yourself then to him, “Me. You.” 

 Mr. Scarletella nodded, “Good.” 

You let out a violent shiver followed by a cough.  Mr. Scarletella frowned. Why did you seem worse than the last time he saw you? Absently he placed his umbrella over your head, blocking out the heavier drops of rain. 

You slowly became aware of the fact that rain wasn’t being dumped upon you. Gazing upward, you saw the umbrella over you. Your eyes trailed back over to Mr. Scarletella who was watching you. 

You gazed up at him, “Thank you.” 

 Mr. Scarletella cocked his head. You repeat yourself. He thought he might have had an inkling so he said, “Grateful. You grateful?” 

You thought about it a second before slowly nodding. You were guessing maybe he was repeating your word in his language. 

“Grateful.”  Mr. Scarletella pointed to you, “You grateful?” 

You pointed at yourself, “Me grateful.” 

 Mr. Scarletella grin pulled once again, “Good.” 

—

You were slowly beginning to be convinced that Mr. Scarletella wasn’t a figment of your imagination. Perhaps he really was some entity from some far off place, from the other side. You had no clue why he kept visiting you but you were grateful. He usually appeared on rainy days but sometimes in the dead of a still night he would appear as well. 

But you were never afraid. 

Why would you be? 

He was a boon in these troubled times. 

You learned more of his language, whispering words back to him under the cover of night. Sometimes you had a hard time translating what you wanted to say and would giggle. He would giggle back to you. Like a couple of school kids, you’d shush him, your eyes darting around. You didn’t want to wake up the house. That would only lead to more pain for you. 

Mr. Scarletella followed your wandering gaze as it darted all over until his eye dropped to your hand hovering over his mouth. He didn’t remember the last time someone willing got this close to him. He could work out that you were just trying to quiet him. He had gotten a bit rowdier than normal in his excitement. He could feel the heat of your hand inches from him. He barely paid attention when you looked back at him, such was his focus. 

Only when you pulled your hand back, did his dart out and grip yours. 

Your breath caught. You hadn’t expected that reaction. His hand was a bit chilled, yet held a warmth like fuzz running over your hand. It was a sensation you had never felt before. 

His thumb ran over your knuckles in a curiously intimate gesture. It had been ages since someone touched you without the intention to hurt. The red creature lifted your hand, “Hand.” 

You were half distracted so it took you a moment making him repeat himself, “Ah, h-hand?” 

“Hm. Hand. Hand touch.” 

Now he was saying something else. You weren’t sure what. Your confusion showed.  Mr. Scarletella pulled his hand away quickly but you had no time to mourn the loss as he poked your hand with his, “Hand touch.” He pulled away before gripping your hand once more, “Hand touch. You understand?” 

“.....touch? Hand touch?” You repeated, as you released his hand before clasping his. 

You could see Mr. Scarletella’s lone inky eye almost lit up as his mouth pulled wider into a grin, “Good! Hand touch. Hand touch, good?” 

“Hm. Hand touch, good.”

“You like?” 

Another word you did not know. You tried to mimic his word, “...ik-a…” 

 Mr. Scarletella frowned, “Like.”  

“What mean? You teach.”  

 Mr. Scarletella went still like static. How exactly was he supposed to teach such a word to you? He had no idea. Finally he shook his head, “No. It’s okay. Hand touch, good?” 

Ah, neither of you had released the other’s hand. 

You gave a shy smile, “Hand touch, good.” 

Part 3

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Under His Umbrella Pt.1

A.N: An Homicipher AU fanfic ft. Mr. Scarletella x reader.

____

Mr. Scarletella usually gets one reaction from humans that he comes across and makes himself known to. 

And that’s fear. 

Once they see his tall, lanky frame, peering at them from under his umbrella, his black hole of a mouth pulled in a grin, with inky eyes…

….it always leads to fear. 

And Mr. Scarletella lives on that. 

Until she came. 

She showed more emotion when she regained her memories, leading to pure rage at him. 

But then she left, escaping his domain with the long haired. 

At some point, Mr. Scarletella couldn’t be bothered anymore, returning to his previous ways, his previous devotion to her cooling. Not to say he wasn’t disturbed that the situation turned out the way it did. That he brought her into his world and she chose to ultimately escape with the long haired.

She still used his Ghost Apartments from time to time, eyeing him warningly. Yet, he lost all will to pursue her after what happened. He really did not want to have her rage aimed at him again. So he left them be and returned to his usual hauntings. 

This time he decided to stretch a little further than he usually went. He wasn’t sure how far he went this time, but he found himself in the middle of a field somewhere with very few houses dotting the landscape. 

It was raining that day but even over the rain, he heard something….

He turned his head in an unnatural position like a dog using his nose. 

He glitched. 

Was that crying?  

He glitched again. 

Then he saw you. 

You were hunched over at the side of the house, shivering in the cold and rain. Your clothes were soaked through, tears mixed with the rain from above. 

 Mr. Scarletella cocked his head. How odd. What reason was this human crying? Why was the human out here? 

His grin pulled a little wider. 

This should be fun. 

But when he finally got your attention he expected fear. He expected you to scream and run away. 

But when you looked up at him he got…..

Nothing….

Mr. Scarletella finally realized that you were attached to a chain that was connected to the house. Regardless, you still should have let out a beautiful scream, no? 

Your eyes widened slightly as you shifted in place.  Mr. Scarletella peered at you curiously. Your face seemed marred by a variety of bruises. His inky eye dropped downward. Your body harbored the same kind of bruises. He noted a cut on your arm, blood bleeding through the threadbare cotton T Shirt you wore. Dirt had made its way into your scraped knees and you wore no shoes. 

Such a sight you were! 

But still no scream. 

You observed the creature looking down at you curiously from under his umbrella. Your vision already felt blurry and you weren’t entirely convinced this umbrella creature wasn’t a hallucination. 

Your cracked lips parted as you asked thinly, “Did you come for my soul?” 

Mr. Scarletella cocked his head. He had no idea what you were saying. He leaned down almost in half, gazing at you, “What say?” 

“Are you going to kill me? Take my soul?” 

 Mr. Scarletella frowned then. He had no idea what you were saying.

But you weren’t screaming at him. 

How disappointing. 

So Mr. Scarletella straightened and glitched out leaving you, shivering, in the pouring rain. 

Part 2

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Domestic Untangled Part 2

Ahhh, tomorrow you have to go back to work. 

How sad. 

Except for the surprise visit from your step family, the next days with your friends from the other side was spent quite well. 

At that moment, you were decorating Mr. Chopped with headbands that you had found or brought. By now you had a whole box of them and Mr. Chopped always looked forward to putting them on when he was visiting. Mr. Crawling giggled next to you as he watched. 

Mr. Silvar had commandeered the TV and was watching a medical drama. You weren't sure if he understood anything that was going on but he loved watching them. 

At the moment, Mr. Scarletella was nowhere to be found. 

“Cute? I cute?” Mr. Chopped asked as you put on the Mickey Mouse ears on him. 

You clapped your hands together, “Yes, yes! Cute!” 

“I wear! I wear!” 

Looks like Mickey Mouse ears were the flavor of the day. You had just finished fixing Mr. Chopped’s hair when there was a knock on your door. 

Hm, it was Sunday. You didn’t have a package coming did you?  You couldn’t remember so you climbed to your feet and answered the door.

When you pulled open the door, you were left gaping up at the tall sturdy man who stared blankly at you, “Father?” 

What was he even doing here? 

“Y/N…..” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

“......” 

“....May I help you?” 

Mr. Crawling had come up behind you looking up at the man. He hadn’t moved or said anything but Mr. Crawling couldn’t help a sense of deja vu. Why were they constantly getting interrupted this weekend? 

Your father sighed as if he couldn’t be bothered, “Y/N, what did you do to them?” 

Couldn't even be bothered with small talk. Not that you'd entertain it so you supposed it was just as well.

You didn’t even need clarification as you spoke between your teeth, “I didn’t do anything to them.” 

“You had to do something. My wife is still terrified, babbling about whatever happened in this house. My daughter hadn’t come out of her room, muttering equal nonsense.” 

“....I’m your daughter to you know.” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

“Be that as you may, perhaps if you apologize….” 

“Excuse me! They didn’t even have my permission to be in this house. What they did was taramount to breaking and entering. And you say I should apologize?” 

“To keep the peace, Y/N.” 

“No, that is your job! I moved out! I have nothing to do with that.” 

Mr. Crawling had wrapped his arms around your waist. Why was this happening again? Why were you getting angry again? He felt he had seen you too upset, too much in the last few days. 

Your father’s nose widened as he heavied a heavy sigh, “May I come in? We shouldn’t be discussing this in public like this.” 

A neighbor had exited one of the units across the hall eyeing the situation suspiciously before going in the basement. 

You slapped both hands on either side of the doorway, “No!!”

“Stop being a child, Y/N.” 

“My money, my house, my rules. Don’t like it, leave.” 

Your father just stood there unmoving. You knew that he wanted to do all he could for his new family. He didn't want to return home, not having fixed their problem. Because his new wife would make it his problem. 

Too bad he cease to put that amount of work into you after your mother died. 

“You should be happy! I’m no longer your problem. I’ve moved out so let me go! I know you blame me for mother dying.” 

Your father’s eyes flashed, “Don’t bring your mother into this!” 

“Your new wife did!” You snapped. 

Your father reached out. You weren’t sure what he was going to do but suddenly his eyes widened as his arm stilled fingertips barely grazing you. Yet, both your hands were on either side of the door. He jerked a little but something had his arm in a vice grip. 

Yet, he saw nothing. 

Mr. Crawling rarely felt anger. He felt that was more Mr. Scarletella's department. And he fancied himself to not be like that dangerous one. 

Yet when he saw this strange human reaching for you he reacted, his hand shooting upwards to grip your father's wrist. 

He almost felt himself growl, “No hurt!” 

Even when your father tried to jerk his hand away, Mr. Crawling tightened his grip which had become a vice. 

Meanwhile you had finally lowered your arms to your side to inconspicuously run your fingertips over Mr. Crawling’s head. 

The brief touch was enough for Mr. Crawling to release your father, tilting his head to look up at you. 

“What was that?” 

You could hear the tremble in your father’s voice as he rubbed his wrist but you didn't address it. 

The basement door opened. The neighbor side-eyed the situation returning back to the apartment. 

“.....I know you hate me. You wish that mother had survived rather than me.” 

You cut your father off as he opened his mouth, “I don't need a response. I no longer care what it is, one way or another. From now on, I have nothing to do with you or your new family. Forget about me because I certainly will forget about you. Now, get out…it's getting dark. You shouldn't linger….” 

You shut the door in your father’s stunned face with a quiet click. Leaning your head on the door you heard when your father shuffled around some before walking off. 

With a huge sigh, you slid down to the ground. Mr. Crawling fairly dove into your chest, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Hurt? Scared? You okay? I help. I help, okay?” 

You gave a wane smile, trying to stiffle your tears. You felt you had cried way too much this weekend. You reached up a hand to the back of Mr. Crawling’s head stilling his panic words. 

Mr. Crawling reached up and touch your cheek, “No sad. Bad being gone. Bad being no hurt you. I help, okay? No sad.” 

You gave a wet laugh, pulling Mr. Crawling towards you. With your hand still on the back of his head, you gave his forehead a lingering kiss. 

“Thank you….” You murmured when you finally pulled back.

“…..Heheehehe!”

You giggled at this. 

Mr. Crawling hugged you again, “Happy?” 

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Hm, happy.” 

How could you not be? You were glad that you moved into this apartment and met your friends from the other side. 

“You okay?” 

You both looked up to see Mr. Silvar holding Mr. Chopped who had spoken. His worried gaze didn't match the Mickey Mouse ears he was wearing. You weren't sure how much they saw or was aware but you nodded as you climbed to your feet. 

Just as you reached out to take Mr. Chopped there was a knock on the door. 

Again. 

You couldn't help but to give an aggravated sigh even as you turned and checked the peephole. Your sigh turned heavier as you clenched your fist. 

Was all the world against you this weekend? 

“Y/N, my car won't start. I called someone. May I wait here?” 

How convenient.

When you heavied yet another sigh that was half a growl, Mr. Crawling pawed at you yet he didn't say anything. 

Seriously why were bad beings continuing to bother his human? 

“No loitering in the hallway….” You finally spoke, not bothering to open the door.

“It's cold outside…” 

“Yes, yes it is.” 

You turned intending to walk away when your father knocked again, “I'm still your father. The least you can do is let me stay until the tow truck comes.” 

“......”

“Y/N, we can use this opportunity to finish our talk….” 

“......”  

“Y/N…..” 

You rubbed your head as you walked into your living room. You didn't really think much of it but you looked out the window to see Mr. Scarletella standing next to your father’s car. 

Hold on…

You forked any eyebrow, “What is that boy doing?” 

The others had followed after you and although they didn't know what you had said they had heard the tone before. Mr. Crawling peered out the window to see that dangerous one. He snorted once. 

Seriously, when did Mr. Scarletella get out there? Had he been observing the entire situation? 

Mr. Crawling didn't really care but he heard the annoyance in your voice. 

You waved hoping to get Mr. Scarletella’s attention, muttering under your breath, “....I know that boy see me.”  

As expected Mr. Scarletella turned his head to stare right at you. Were you trying to get his attention? How fun!! 

Even from here, you could see his grin widen. You crooked a finger at him as you hiss, “Boy better not act like he don't see me…” 

You needn't have worried because Mr. Scarletella glitched in and out to stand behind you. He leaned over your shoulder with his usual grin, “I wan….” 

You waved away his words glancing back at him, “Don't start. Are you messing with that car?” 

Mr. Scarletella’s mouth turned downward just a touch. Ah, you had confused him, you realized that much. 

You held your head for a second trying to figure out how to say what you wanted to say. You pointed out the window at the car, “Object no go. You do?” 

Mr. Scarletella looked at what you were pointing at and then you. He repeated this a few times, “I play. You speak, no kill. Play. Object stop. I do, yes.” 

Your mouth quirked. While you appreciated it, your just wanted your father gone. Speaking of which, who had given up and wandered back down to his car. 

“Thank you. Object go. You do.” 

Mr. Scarletella frowned. He had been on his way back, hoping to play with you, when he saw the new being. 

Why did these bad beings keep showing up? 

He saw that being reach out to touch you only to be stopped by Mr. Crawling. Mr. Scarletella frowned. At least long hair was good for something but he didn't like it. 

He didn't like it at all. 

So he followed that human out and messed with his object. Those other ones had a similar one.  After all, you would be mad at him if he hurt anyone. 

Then you wouldn't play with him anymore. 

Mr. Scarletella couldn't have that. 

He sighed, shifting his eyes away from you. 

“Human speak. Object go, you do!” Mr. Crawling snapped. He wasn't moving fast enough for him. Did he want to make you any more annoyed than you were? 

Mr. Scarletella turned dark eye back to Mr. Crawling. 

“No fight!” Mr. Chopped called out. 

Mr. Scarletella looked back at you once before glitching out. You watched as your father's car started up, jolting him as he was leaning on it. His eyes had gotten wide as saucers as he yanked the door open. He looked at the keys in his hand.

Oops! Might have got Mr. Scarletella to start the car without the keys in the ignition.

Details, bit at least your father was peeling out the parking lot now. 

“Give name?” 

Without looking up at Mr. Scarletella you reached back and grabbed his chin.  You know he only lets you physically touch him if he wants. 

However Mr. Scarletella was pleased when he saw you reaching for him even if you weren't looking at him. So he made sure to angle his chin into your hand, ignoring the whine from below as his grin widened, “Name?” 

“Yes.” Pause, “Name. Not interested….” 

“......Heheehehe!!” 

Mr. Scarletella frowned. 

They didn't know what the last part was that you said but they knew the context having heard of it before.

You released his face. 

Mr. Scarletella glared down at Mr. Crawling who was still snickering. The dangerous one had half a mind to kick the long haired. 

Did he risk your ire? 

He saw you turned away to take Mr. Chopped from Mr. Silvar. You grinned as you lifted him in the air like a baby with a huge grin, “Who lots cute?” 

Mr. Chopped with the Mickey Mouse ears laughed, “Meeee!! I lots cute!”

No. 

Wasn't worth it. 

Mr. Scarletella grinned. 

After all, he still wanted to play with you. 

FIN.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Domestic Untangled Part 1

A.N:  Homicipher fanfic.

Your usual day of domestic fluff is interrupted by a blast from your past but through it all you still have your “family.”

Ft. Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Silvar and Mr. Scarletella.

—

You practically skipped with the groceries in your arm. 

It was finally the weekend! 

That meant that you could spend the next 48hrs with your friends from the other side! With a small delighted grin you pushed open your apartment’s outside door. The apartment complex wasn’t the most upscale place, but one unit was yours. This whole area had been rumored to be haunted, but when you moved in, you had been running away from far more. 

As such the prospect of living in a haunted town did not deter you. 

However you did find out that it was indeed haunted but somehow you made “friends”, a “family” of sorts with some of the otherworldly neighbors. Such a group you knew was waiting on you this evening. 

You walked down the long hallway, only to stop suddenly. You barely caught your groceries before it could slip out of your fingers. 

At the end of the hallway was an elevator to the next floor. One you rarely used but you knew that elevator could be haunted. If you stepped in, there would appear at times, a random button that could take you to another world. You had been there once and you weren’t aching to go again. 

Standing in front of the elevator was a red-haired male, with a red jacket and umbrella. His deep unfathomable eyes stared at you. His black holed mouth spread into a grin when he saw you, tilting the umbrella back. He glitched in and out, standing directly in front you.

Leaning down, he tilted his head, “Hello. You give name?” 

“Hey…” You replied absently. 

Mr. Scarletella frowned, before swerving his neck over his shoulder following your gaze, as you seemed to be looking straight through him. 

And you were, at the two people standing before your door. 

The older woman sniffed as she looked around, “Oh, good you're here! It’s about time!! I don’t know if I can stand this smell much longer.” 

The younger woman gagged, as she took her hand down from her face, “This is where you moved to? Oh you poor thing! Perhaps we can be merciful and let her come home. What do you think, mother?” 

Your stepmother smirked, “Yes, I could have some mercy.” 

“What…are you doing here?” You asked stiffly. 

Your step sister giggled, “Oh, sister, don’t be like that! We only wanted to check in with you.” 

It’s been a year since you moved out from your family home. You remember having a happy family until you and your mother were in a car accident. Your mother died and you barely survived but it seems your father never forgave you for it. 

Surviving instead of your mother. 

Afterwards, he became distant with you until one day he showed up with a new family. You saw him smile only with them from then on. You were nothing more than a burden. You could have been little more than air for all he cared. 

But finally you managed to scrap enough together to move out and live on the job you had. It had been going pretty well, your job seeing your hard work and effort was training you for the next rank. And since meeting your “friends” you weren’t lonely anymore. So you had nothing to complain about. 

It was a long time coming but now, you consider yourself fortunate. 

So why were they crawling back to you now? 

Mr. Scarletella glitched in and out to appear next to your mother. He growled, “Leave…” 

You saw your stepmother shiver, her eyes darting around once. She felt a chill but dismissed it as the draft in the hallway. 

“Aren’t you going to be a good host and invite us in? She finally asked, turning beady eyes to you. 

“Not in the least!” You snorted as you pushed past them to your apartment, “Go away!” 

“Don’t get snarky with me. We need to talk!” Your stepmother hissed. She would not let this opportunity pass her by. 

You threw open the door, only to hear a giggle that promptly stopped midway. You barely gave Mr. Crawling a glance as you placed your groceries on the floor before turning back to the door, “I said leave!!” 

Your step sister pushed her way in, making you stumble backwards, “Look, don’t be brat!” 

Mr. Crawling had reached out and steadied you from falling. Mr. Scarletella leaned into the door, a permanent frown on his face. 

“Wrong? Why? Beings bad?” Mr. Crawling inquired in confusion. 

Who were these beings? They were human like you, correct? But why were they here? And why were they treating you like this? Mr. Crawling continued to observe you quietly trying to gauge what should be done and more importantly what you wanted to be done.  

“This is breaking and entering, you know!!” 

“Oh, can it!! This entire complex looks like a wind’s blow from coming down!” 

“And no one asked you to come here!” 

“Enough you two!” Your stepmother snapped, gliding herself into your apartment. She shivered once, as she passed through, Mr. Crawling eyeing your home. “This was the best you could do, huh?” 

“At least it’s away from you!” You hissed. 

Your stepmother spun on her heel, “I don’t appreciate the attitude, young lady.” 

“You are in my house! I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to in the home I pay rent for!” 

Mr. Crawling was shifting his head back and forth. The words were going way too fast for him to make out context but he could see you getting riled up. Your nose had flared and your fists had clenched. He did the only thing he could, wrapping his arms around your waist in an attempt at comfort. 

Mr. Scarletella had a permanent frown on his face, as he watched. He understood even less than Mr. Crawling but these humans were interfering with his time with you. He understood that much. Even if you never gave into his demands, you’d still smirk and snark him, much to his delight. 

And he didn't even get that today. 

“Hate…hate…hate….” He murmured. He didn't care what the problem was, any beings that got in the way of the human he liked, he would end them. His hand clutched the umbrella. 

Your stepsister sniffed, looking around, “You’d rather this than being at home?”  

“Again, at least it’s away from you!” 

“Sound going fast! Why?” Mr. Silvar walked into the living room from another room, in his hands Mr. Chopped, who had spoken. They took a moment to assess the situation before finally Mr. Chopped asked, “What doing?”  

If your stepmother and stepsister knew that four otherworldly beings were around them, they’d run screaming. But you noticed that the normal humans couldn't see them without trying or unless they made themselves known. Which was why both of them could be so relaxed. Well, aside from the occasional shivers. Which you noted seemed to only affect your stepmother. Your step sister hadn’t seemed to feel anything thus far. 

You watched your stepmother get distracted with a shiver once again. Why did she feel cold since coming here, she wondered. Ah, there were other things afoot. 

She smiled charmingly and spoke with poisoned honey, “Come back home.” 

“.....Why?” You thought about saying no, but curiosity won you over. That and you knew that both of them were stubborn. They wouldn't take no for an answer. 

Her smile widened just a touch, “Your father misses you.” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

You bursted out laughing. 

And laughing….

And laughing….

Even the four otherworldly beings were looking at you in concern. 

“...You okay?” Mr. Chopped asked after a moment, who had been placed on the table. His eyes had become like Mr. Crawling, darting back and forth trying to follow the conversation. He couldn't but that didn’t mean he liked where this was going. You were angry, that much he could tell. 

Mr. Crawling shook his head, “Anger. Human angry. Much angry. I dislike.” 

“Kill beings?” Mr. Scarletella asked. 

“No, research….” Mr. Silvar pulled out a syringe. 

You coughed once, with a “No.” under your breath and waved your arms once. You hoped that they wouldn't do anything drastic.  

“You done?” Your step mother glared. 

She didn’t even know that you had effectively had a leach on what could be her killers. 

“Yes, get out!” You snapped pointing to your door. 

Your stepmother slammed her hands down on the table, ironically right next to Mr. Chopped, who glared up at her, “I dislike you!” 

Your stepmother hissed, “What is it you want, huh? Your father gave you everything! You were living at home alright! But you’d choose this dump over our home?” 

You leaned on the table, on the other side of Mr. Chopped, your nose wide, “Do you hear yourself right now? When you and your daughter came I got kicked out of my room. Then I got the attic as a bedroom!” 

“So? You had a lot of space didn’t you? And you want to say this dump is better than that?” 

Mr. Crawling had poked his head up over the end of the table, looking back and forth. His fingers constantly danced about the edge. Why did you seem to get angrier as time went on? You weren’t in danger were you? A small whine left his lips as uncertainty clouded his heart. 

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like it at all. None of them did. 

“It wasn’t just about the attic.” You continued tightly, “How about all those times, you told lies on me and my father believed you. Or those times when father would give into you and your daughter’s every demand at the expense of me. I finally got out…you have won. You got everything. What else do you want from me, wait….” Your eyes narrowed, “Do you want money or something?” 

Your stepmother rolled her eyes in such a way you gasped. You forgot about Mr. Chopped as you slammed your hands down on the table once. Mr. Chopped rattled on the table. He frowned but did not complain as he usually wont to do especially since he didn’t fall off the table. 

“Seriously?! I’m barely scraping by and you want me to give you money! You waste all the money that father makes and you come searching for me and expect that I give you a dime? You are out of your mind!” 

Your stepmother stabbed a finger at you, “Your sister will be starting college soon! Least you can do is help her!” 

You knocked her hand away, “Who helped me? I barely got a scholarship for community college and that was because of my grades. How are her grades? Not that great, I know! You always said I was showing off because of my good grades. Perhaps you should have been putting that effort into making sure your daughter could use her brain….” 

SLAP!!! 

Your neck snapped and you lost your balance gripping the table. It skidded once making Mr. Chopped fall to the floor. 

But for a long moment no one moved from either world. Even Mr. Chopped was too stunned at your stepmother’s actions that he forgot to ask to be picked up. That and he had landed face upwards and not smothered in the carpet floor.  So it wasn't an immediate concern.

“How dare you call my daughter stupid!! Who do you think you are? Who gave you that right you little brat! You should be honored to help us! Who was the one that got your mother killed?!” 

You saw red, and it wasn’t Mr. Scarletella. Quickly before you were even aware of it, you had stepped up to your stepmother and screamed in her face, “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! You have no right! You know nothing about her!” 

Your stepmother pushed you violently again, “Stay away from me, brat!” 

Then your stepsister tried to grab your arm but you yanked it away, “Stop stressing mother out!!” 

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” You roared then, tears of stress beginning to form in your eyes. Why wouldn’t they leave you alone? Why? Why would they talk about your mother? Didn’t they know that you already  felt guilty for surviving? They didn’t need to drive in that stake in your heart.  They didn't need to continually throw it in your face.

But it wasn’t you that they were paying attention to. 

“.....Wha…” Unbeknownkest to you, who had your head tucked into your chin, breathing heavily, your stepmother’s eyes had widened as she looked over your shoulder. 

She felt something then. An undeniable coldness was overcoming your apartment. 

Mr. Crawling couldn’t react in time when your stepmother slapped you, or when she pushed you back but when his senses came back to him, he was repeating over and over, “No hurt, no hurt, no hurt…” Then he was climbing to his feet, his tall length reaching your ceiling, his head cocked to the side. 

You were crying silently then. Tears coursing down your cheeks. You were just beginning to realize something was wrong with your stepfamily. You looked up and followed your stepmother’s gaze to look over your shoulder. 

Your own eyes widen. 

You had never see Mr. Crawling standing before. 

Never. 

Your stepmother saw a gray blob at first before it began to move towards her, solidifying. In a blink Mr. Crawling was towering over her, his black hole mouth in a frown, “No hurt, no hurt, not hurt…” 

You stepmother took a violent step backwards, “WHAT IS THAT?”

“Mother, why are you yelling? What is it?” 

“Don’t you see that?” 

You got distracted when you felt something slip into your hands. You looked down to see that Mr. Silvar had placed Mr. Chopped into your hands. Mr. Chopped was practically vibrating as he was talking a mile a minute, glaring hatefully at your “guests.” Absently you began to pet his head. His litany began to slow then, as he tried in vain to lift his chin to see backwards at you. 

It was then, your sister seemed to suddenly see your friends from the other side, “WHAT ARE YOU HOLDING?” 

You didn’t bother saying a thing. 

Both of them saw Mr. Crawling, then Mr. Chopped. Then their eyes wandered over your shoulder to see Mr. Silvar with a grin, holding a syringe, “Research, yes?” 

All they heard was inhuman noises as they screamed violently, darting for the door, almost climbing over each other, only for it to be stuck. They yanked and pulled on it before going to turn around to demand you unlock the door. 

Mr. Scarletella leaned down, grin on his face, “Kill? I dislike you!” 

They screamed bloody murder before yanking the door. This time it opened and they ran out of the room. Before Mr. Scarletella could glitch out, you had the presence of mind to call out, “No kill! No kill!” 

Mr. Scarletella only bent backwards to frown at you before glitching out. 

You did not want the police over here for any reason. Even with all the screaming, no one dared to call the police in this neighborhood for anything less than a dead body they could see. You heaved a sigh, before the strength seemed to leave you making you sink to the ground. 

What a way to start your weekend. 

You felt your tears being dried off and looked to see that Mr. Silvar knelt to wipe them off, staring at the wetness of his thumbs. 

“Research good. This I dislike.” He held out his wet fingers. 

You blinked. Was he saying he didn't like seeing you cry? You watch him stand and glide to your window. He watched as Mr. Scarletella kept disappearing and reappearing with a grin as the two tried getting into their car. Eventually they managed to drive off one door still ajar. 

“I dislike! I dislike!!” Mr. Chopped was still vibrating in your hands. He had so many emotions swirling in his head that was all he could think to say.  

But more tears came anyway as you hugged Mr. Chopped to your face and cried. Mr. Chopped’s litany slowed to a stop. He could feel your tears dripping onto his own face but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to say. It was the first time that they had seen their human crying like this. 

His eyes darted trying to find Mr. Crawling. He was better at this than they were. Mr. Crawling chose to stay in your apartment most of the time after all. The others came and went from their world to this one. 

Ah, Mr. Chopped could barely see him from this angle, but Mr. Crawling was currently hiding behind a wall to another room. 

Mr. Chopped bristled, “Come! Why there! Come!” 

Mr. Crawling shook his head, “No, I scare human! No want to. Beings hurt human. I angry. No! Human dislike me.” By the end of his litany he had laid his head on the ground, whimpering as if in extreme pain.

Mr. Chopped rolled his eyes, hard, “Human no dislike. Long hair help human. Beings leave. Good! I dislike!! I dislike!!” 

The tears finally slowed to a crawl allowing you the strength to observe your surroundings. 

You finally saw Mr. Crawling was looking at you from behind another wall. “Over there, why?” You asked. 

“You scared.” 

Was that a question or a statement? 

Mr. Chopped spoke up, “Long hair help human. Scared?” 

“Why scared?” Now you were just confused as you turned Mr. Chopped to face you.  Absently you ran your thumb along his cheek, wiping off your stray tears on his face.

Mr. Chopped looked smug, “Long hair stand. Long hair angry. Beings leave. Why scared? Long hair thinks you scared.” Then a bit of worry creeped in his eyes, “You scared?” 

You really had to think about all that went down, since it really went by fast. But when it finally clicked you shook your head, “Not scared!” You looked over at Mr. Crawling, “Not scared. Come.” You used one hand to beckon him. 

Were they talking about when Mr. Crawling got angry and stood up? It was partially because of him, they left. You were grateful if anything. 

Mr. Crawling slowly inched over towards you, his body curled inwards, “Scared?” 

“Human say no scared!! Stop!!” Mr. Chopped vibrated. 

You gave a reassuring smile. Was that why he never stood up before in your presence? Was he scared of frightening you? “I not scared. Grateful! You help!” 

Mr. Crawling cocked his head gingerly. 

You smiled and repeated, “Grateful.” 

“You like me?” 

“Hm. I like you. Lots.” 

“......Heheehehe!” 

Then he was hugging you, making you laugh once, “I like you! I like you!! No angry. Beings no hurt you!” His hands began patting your face, “No sad! Beings leave.” 

“I dislike them!” Mr. Chopped hissed, “Beings bad! You sad! Wrong! Wrong!” 

“I play. Fun.”, You looked up to see that Mr. Scarletella had reappeared by your window next to Mr. Silvar. 

“You sad? No fun! I kill. Yes?” First his back was to you then he leaned backwards, with his creepy smile. 

You shook your head, a smile making its way to your face, “No kill.” 

Mr. Scarletella frowned, “Why? Beings hurt you. Beings I kill.” 

Mr. Crawling fairly growled at Mr. Scarletella, “Human speak no. No kill. Stop!”  

Mr. Crawling wouldn’t allow that dangerous one to make you angry. If he did, he feared you might dislike them all. And that would include him. He would not allow it! But that dangerous one was a loose cannon. How you managed to have a hold on Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling still did not understand. 

Mr. Scarletella frowned but righted himself so he was looking out the window again. 

You giggled, “Thank you!” 

Mr. Crawling nuzzled into you continually patting at you, “No angry? No hurt? No scared?”

You shook your head feeling a warmth within you, “No angry. No hurt. No scared.” 

“Heheehehe!” 

“......” 

Then, “.......Aya! My groceries!” 

You shoved Mr. Chopped at Mr. Crawling before running to your groceries. Thankfully then had escaped the chaos that was your stepfamily visiting. The others didn’t know what to make of your sudden outburst until they saw where you stopped. 

You let out a relieve sigh that your eggs were all intact. Then you began to put things away. Mr. Crawling and joined you taking things out of the bag carefully and handing them to you. Mr. Chopped was sat upon a table. He got joy in calling out where they went, even if couldn’t put them up. 

Mr. Scarletella stood in the doorway, head cocked as he watched. Mr. Silvar had not moved from the window. 

Only when the last piece of groceries were up did you turn and take a step back to see Mr. Scarletella had leaned down, his face inches from yours. 

You rolled your eyes, “Back up, boy!” 

Although none of them knew what you said, they had heard it enough that they could infer what was said. Mr. Scarletella's neutral face shifted into a grin, “I like you. You like me? I want you. You give name?”

You folded your arms and cocked your hip, looking at him with half lidded eyes, “My name, huh?” 

Mr. Scarletella’s grin widened a touch. At least now you were paying attention to him. Good as it should be, “Name? Give name. You give name, yes?”

You made a show of holding your chin, “Think, think, think….” 

Mr. Scarletella leaned forward another inch, “Name?” 

“.....No! I not give name!” You finally snapped though there was mirth in your eyes. 

Mr. Scarletella’s grin fell. Did he really think you would this time? His grin appeared almost as fast as it disappeared, “No give name?” 

“No give name.” 

“...Oh-ho….” Mr. Scarletella glitched out. 

You looked around for a moment. 

“Dangerous one leave. Good.” Mr. Crawling spoke coming behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

You patted Mr. Crawling on the head. 

Seems your weekend was back on after all. 

Part 2

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Be My Valentine

A.N: Homicipher Mr. Crawling x Reader Valentine’s special.   

—

“Hello!! I like you! You like me?” 

A big heart made out of construction paper was thrust at you the moment you walked in the door. On it, in child-like writing was “I like you! You like me?”  

It was a little lopsided but you couldn't deny the feeling behind it. Although this wasn’t the first time, your heart still warmed as you gave an amused huff, “Yes, I like you.” 

Mr. Crawling gave his high-pitched creepy cute laugh as he crab walked further into your apartment to find a place to hang it. 

By now your apartment was looking questionable even by the season's standard. 

It was filled with hearts, big and small. Most of them, a bit lopsided. Although you had taught your ghost companion how to use the scissors, he cut things out much like a child would: lots of heart but little accuracy. In fact the first time he had used the scissors, he cut off his finger, sending you into a panic. 

You admit in that moment, you forgot he was a ghost. 

You had grabbed him, hauling his hand to you, to find…nothing. No cuts and it was still attached. But I promise, it looked like he had cut his finger off. Mr. Crawling had to console you as you were almost in tears. Actually first you had to explain why you were so panicked. 

Mr. Crawling only laughed and hugged you, “I okay! I not hurt. Not hurt. See! No sad. You no sad, okay? I careful!” 

You brought the boy some children's scissors. Yes, he was a ghost but your heart couldn’t take it. That and the adult scissors seemed hard for him to hold and cut properly. 

Mr. Crawling had taken it his personal mission to cut out hearts so he was more than a little upset when he somehow cut his first hearts and they fell into two.

“It’s okay!” You rubbed his back. 

Mr. Crawling had promptly laid on the floor in fetal position as if he had done a grave injustice because his first heart had been accidentally cut into two. 

“I like you! Lots and lots! Heart wrong! Two not. One. One!” 

“I know! I know! I like you lots! Heart two no mean you dislike me. I know.” 

You had to fight to keep the laughter out of your voice. You weren’t successful as by the time that Mr. Crawling had uncurled himself he pouted at your laughing eyes, “No laugh.” 

Your voice was high pitched, “I not.” 

Mr. Crawling gave a whine and you couldn’t take it anymore. Like a wounded cat he turned his back on you and sulked. Laughing you threw your arms around him, hugging him close. It was so adorable how offended he was at how his first heart cutout was coming along. 

Since then, Mr. Crawling has been diligently trying to cut out hearts to his perfection. 

But, his newfound obession was probably your fault to begin with. 

It's not like Mr. Crawling didn't accompany you when you went shopping before. He usually did, everything fascinating him in the human world. 

You had long since got him to stop bringing up everything he sees in the store. Now he quietly follows you, discreetly handing things to you he knew you brought. 

Good deal too cause you did not want to explain why your frozen meat was walking on air towards you. 

You'd long since realized that people did not see him if they didn't put in effort or if Mr. Crawling didn't make himself known. 

Unless it was children under the age of 10yrs. Then they could either sense or see him. You never could tell which. But at least in the grocery store you had the grace to avoid the toy section. Couldn't do a thing about the child busting into tears at the broccoli aisle though. 

But I digress….

One cold, late January day, you had every intention of zooming around in the shortest way possible to get your stuff and get home. 

So you were a little annoyed when Mr. Crawling did not zig when you zagged. You stopped and looked over your shoulder. 

Where'd he even go? 

You wheeled the cart back to see you had left him sitting in front of the changeable display in the middle of the aisle. Few weeks early but red and pink pierced your eyes. 

Ah, yes, the month of love. Valentine's season. 

But what exactly caught his eye? 

You wheeled all the way back until you were standing next to Mr. Crawling. Strange, he did not look up at you, so riveted on….what was it? 

You squatted on your haunches following his supposed gaze. The only thing that really stood out among the red and pinks was the giant glittery red cutout heart pillow that read, “I like you! You like me?” 

You know that Mr. Crawling was becoming proficient in your language reading. You weren't sure if his language had a reading component to be honest. You had shown him how to use the TV and he got a kick out of kid shows for learning to read as well as other words. 

So you were positive that Mr. Crawling knew how to read such simple words. In fact, those were some of the first words that he wanted to learn to read. He had come and asked you one day after watching kid shows. Apparently he heard the word used on the show but they did not show him how to write it. 

You had brought a set of Crayola crayons for him to write with. He almost wouldn’t let you go to work until he could write it sufficiently. 

So it seems this red glittering heart had Mr. Crawling in a trance. You nudged him but he was in so deep as he did not react. 

When he finally reacted, he absently reached out his fingers and poked the red plush heart. For his part he wasn't sure why he liked the odd shaped object. He knew what the words said but why did the strange shaped object make his insides flutter?

Why?  

When it moved suddenly, he dove clutching at it with a loud whine. A snort broke his trance making him tilt his head. That's when he realized it was you that had picked it up. Releasing it, he lowered his head, fidgeting. 

You flopped the plushie at him, “You want, yes?”  

Mr. Crawling only dipped his head once in a nod.

“Eh! It's only $5. I don't mind.” 

Although half your words were incomprehensible, Mr. Crawling understood the meaning when the strange shaped object went sailing into your basket. He let out a loud laugh. 

Ahh, now the ghost was back to zigging when you zagged. 

Good, it was too cold to be out here longer than necessary. 

–

By now you were convinced that Mr. Crawling was having an existential crisis over this heart shaped pillow. Once at home, he kept staring at it for long stretches of time, poking it in silence. At the same time, he almost never let it out of his sight either, hugging it gently to him while he moved from room to room. You had inquired if everything was okay and Mr. Crawling chirped at you that it was…..then promptly returned to boring holes into that pillow. 

For your part, you couldn't fathom what was so fascinating about it or wrong with it. You really couldn't tell if Mr. Crawling liked the heart pillow or not. He was being so weird about it that you had no frame of reference to ask about particulars of his moods. Didn’t help that ghost language wasn’t good at details either. 

It wasn't until you were both watching TV that a commercial came on. A valentine's day themed with hearts. You jumped when Mr. Crawling, who had been largely quiet, suddenly jabbed a finger at the TV. 

So into the hearts on screen he didn’t realize that you had been startled as he spoke quickly, “Object, object same.” He poked the pillow that rested between you, “Why? Why same? What means?”  

You stared at him. It took you a minute but it dawned on you. You didn't think that the other world could distinguish between different shapes except to clearly see that they were different. 

You poked the pillow, “Object. Heart.” 

You had the feeling Mr. Crawling was staring balefully at you. His words confirmed it, “Not heart. Know heart. Object not heart.”  

Right! How could you begin to explain the intricacies of symbolism? You gaped at him before slapping a hand to your head. This was going to be….difficult. 

But Mr. Crawling pawing at you made you look up. You shook your head, pointing to your chest, “Not body heart but….heart like.”  

Mr. Crawling cocked his head.

You even lost yourself. 

Sigh. This language so didn't do well with details. 

You picked up the heart pillow pointing to the words, “Know this?”

“I like you. You like me?”  

“Good.” 

“Heheehehe!! I like you!!”, He flung himself onto you. You were quick to move the pillow out the way as you wrapped your arms around him with an amused smile. He cocked his head peering up at you, “You like me?”  

You smiled, “I like you.” 

Mr. Crawling nuzzled you. 

“Like object words?”, You asked, reaching up with your free hand to pat his head. 

“I like.” You felt Mr. Crawling grip tightened just a fraction. 

“What wrong?”  

Mr. Crawling released you while looking expectantly at you, “Object look. You teach. Why me like object look?”  

You scratched your cheek once. Did he instinctively associate the words with the object and knew he liked the heart shaped for the symbolism which he did not consciously know? 

Wow, let that sink in for a bit. 

You did as you fought to find your words. Meanwhile, Mr. Crawling had repossessed the heart shaped pillow even as he continued to gaze at you.  

“Object heart, yes.” You started slowly, “Not body heart. Object heart different. Object heart, I like you, you like me, same.”  

You hoped that made even a lick of sense. 

Mr. Crawling cocked his head, “I like you, you like me. Object heart, same.”  

You nodded, did that translate? 

“.....” 

“.....” 

“…..Heheehehe!! I like! I like! Object heart, I like!”  

You giggled before flagging him down. Mr. Crawling looked at you, “Human day, I like you, you like me, same. Why object heart over place.” You pointed to TV as you poked the heart shaped pillow, “Valentines Day.”  

“Bah-ren-time? Day.” 

“Valentine's Day.”  

Val-ran-time Day. 

“Close enough.  Oh hey!” You exclaimed rushing about your apartment. Mr. Crawling eyed you in curiosity as you brought over paper and scissors. 

He sat close watching you work. You folded the paper then drew something before cutting it out. When you finally flipped it open, Mr. Crawling clapped like a seal, “Heart paper. Same as object. I like. You teach.”  

And that was why your apartment was flooded with hearts this Valentine season. Maybe next year you teach him other sayings, such as “Be Mine.”, “I’m Yours.”, or even “Hug Me.” He’d probably get a kick out of them. 

Mr. Crawling was so cute, you couldn't even be mad. You'd have to coax him out of this after the season was done though. 

But that was a problem for your future self.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Treasures We Find Pt. 2

___________

With a sigh, you entered the shared bedroom to see Mr. Crawling lying on his stomach, manga opened, his feet kicking rhythmically. He was currently flipping through the pages that still exist before stopping at the page with the kiss. 

He really liked that book. 

He had stuffed it onto his kimono and how it never got lost, was a mystery for another time, but he always pulled it out at random times. 

Did he like the drawing perhaps or….? 

Once or twice you found him touching his lips with the pad of his fingers. For some reason you always made a U-turn when you saw him in that mode. 

You shook your head as you flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. With a giggle, Mr. Crawling stuck his head into your view. 

“Sup?” you murmured. 

Mr. Crawling eased down, placing his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed your hand on his head, absently running your fingers through his hair.

You were barely floating between wakefulness and sleep when you felt a soft touch on your lips. 

When you finally peeled your eyes open, you saw Mr. Crawling, snatching his hand back. 

“What doing?” you asked sleepily.  

Mr. Crawling seemed to freeze. 

You came awake a little more then, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

Mr. Crawling ducked his head, his hair further hiding his face. It took you a moment but you were awake now.

Was this boy embarrassed? Was this him being embarrassed? So cute!!

You giggled as you sat up, placing a hand under his chin to tilt his head, “Hey, hey! What’s this?” 

Mr. Crawling pouted, “No laugh.” 

“Try do, me.” You snorted. 

Mr. Crawling pouted deeper before snatching his face away from your hand and sinking down on the bed, turning his back to you. 

You couldn’t help but to laugh once more before flopping down and throwing an arm over his middle, “So cute!” 

“Cute? Me now?” 

You nodded, “Uh-huh!” 

Mr. Crawling turned over on his side so that he could face you. Your giggles were fritzing out as your eyes fluttered close. Barely a beat later, you felt a touch on your cheek making your eyes open. His fingers ran over your cheek back and forth before slowly drifting downwards until the pad of his finger rested on your lips. You felt your lips tremble parting slightly. You heard Mr. Crawling suck in a breath at this. 

How’d did he even know?

Was this all instinctual? Or did that shoujo manga have more scenes he could make out? Or did he take that one scene and run with it? 

“Soft…” Mr. Crawling murmured before reaching up to touch his own, “Also soft.” Then his fingers were back on yours. 

You couldn’t help it, you grasped his wrist and pulled it away from your lips. Sitting up you asked, “Do you know what you are doing right now?” 

Mr. Crawling scrambled upwards, “Sorry! I hurt you! Sorry!!” 

You waved your hands, “Hurt no! I’m fine! It’s fine!” 

Mr. Crawling fairly vibrated with worry, “You angry.” 

“I….no angry.” You looked away from him. 

“Angry.” Mr. Crawling murmured. 

Your emotions were too complicated right now to begin to explain. Why did you like his fingers on your lips like that? He was leading into a kiss and you didn’t even know if he knew that! 

Mr. Crawling pressed against you, “Sorry…I sorry…” 

“Stop.” Your voice was more tired than angry.  

Mr. Crawling’s voice died out but he did not remove himself from being pressed against you. Instead his arms were hanging onto your shoulders for dear life and you could feel his gaze on you, even if you didn't see his eyes. (You still wondered if he had eyes but that's another thing for another time.) 

Why were the last traces of your humanity choosing now to exert itself? And why in this manner? 

You didn’t want to admit since seeing Mr. Crawling become obsessed with that book, you were slowly becoming obsessed with how Mr. Crawling was responding to such a book. 

In other words you had long since come to think about kissing Mr. Crawling. 

But you didn't know if anyone here understood such a concept. 

You almost wanted to tear your hair out but you didn't think that would translate well in Mr. Crawling’s eyes. Thankfully, his arms around your shoulders kept you from doing that anyway. 

You heaved a sigh. 

It wasn’t fair to let Mr. Crawling think you were hurt or that he hurt you or that you were even angry with him. You weren’t. But that meant you had to explain what you had been trying to avoid this entire time. 

You sighed once again. Then you felt before you heard Mr. Crawling whine. 

“Object…” You held out your hand and mimic flipping pages. Mr. Crawling recognized what you were asking for and gave you the torn up shoujo manga. 

Wordlessly you flipped through it. There wasn’t enough material for Mr. Crawling to do anything with except for that kissing panel. Things teased your memory that you could piece together from some of the other torn pages but what Mr. Crawling just did, was all him. 

All based on this one manga panel of kissing. 

With yet another sigh, you pointed to the picture, “You like?” 

Mr. Crawling shook his head vigorously. It was almost like a child who wanted to say anything that got him out of trouble. 

Your mouth quirked as you looked at him in amusement, “You sure? You look lot. You like?” 

Mr. Crawling was doing some variation of hand-wringing and did not know what to say. He didn’t want you to leave him so he opted for silence. 

You must have read something in his fidgeting because you softened your eyes as you reached up to cup his cheek. He consciously leaned his head into your hand, his fingers twitching to hold your wrist, to bury his face closer. 

But he didn’t dare. 

Not now. 

He didn’t understand what was going on with you, but he recognized a fine tightrope when he saw it. 

“Mr. Crawling. I not angry. Not angry. Okay?” 

“Okay….” 

“You understand. I not angry.” 

“Okay.” His voice seemed more convinced that time. 

“Good, now, you like?” You held up the book. 

Even though Mr. Crawling froze, he slowly nodded, “I…like….” 

“Know this?” 

Mr. Crawling lamented when you pulled your hand away from him to point at the picture of the kissing panel. 

“....Not know.”

“But you like?” 

“Like.” 

“Why?”

“....” 

“....” 

“....” 

“....” 

Did you break him? 

Even you weren’t sure what kind of response Mr. Crawling would come up with for this, given the limited vocabulary and knowledge of humanity.  But you know that he was taken with this picture even if he couldn’t understand it himself. 

Other worldly creature or not, he was a man after all. 

“.....Fun...looks….maybe….” 

You finally got a response and amusement flooded you. Perhaps you shouldn’t tease him so, but you couldn’t help it, “Oh-ho? What looks fun?” 

Mr. Crawling had long ducked his head, his long hair shielding his limited gaze, “.....soft….” 

“....Looks soft? What object looks soft?” 

Mr. Crawling looked like he wanted to be under the bed right about now but still he pushed on, determined to answer your questions best he could, “....Lips together soft….” 

“You like lips together?” 

“....ou….” 

You leaned forward, “....Sorry, what speak? Hear not.” 

“.....” 

“.....” 

You shut the book. Perhaps it was time to let this go. You were worried Mr. Crawling might disappear on you, so small he seemed to be buried into himself, “Worry not. It’s fine. Think not. Okay?” 

Mr. Crawling shook his head vigorously, “No! No!” His gaze shot up towards you and you swore he was doing the equivalent of blushing at the moment as he waved his arms. He kept repeating no as if he had more to say but unable to articulate it. 

You were getting concerned now. 

You let the book drop from your fingers as you reached out and grabbed his arms. Sliding your hands down them, you ended up interlocking your hands with his, “Calm down, Mr. Crawling. It’s fine. Sorry. I lot ask. You not need speak. I not speak.”

Mr. Crawling shook his head again, his hair flying even as his hands gripped yours a bit more, “I….I…..you…..” 

“.....Something speak, yes? Slow. It’s fine, yes?” 

“Lips together I like. You and me lips….soft maybe….” It came out in a rushed breath that faded towards the end. 

You blinked and blinked again. Was he? 

You went to absently pull your hands away and Mr. Crawling took it as a negative. Shaking his head he gave a whine, “Sorry…I sorry…Sorry….” 

Your eyes widened, “No, sorry not. It’s fine. We are fine.” You had to almost snatch one hand away. It had Mr. Crawling panicking if not for the fact that you started petting his head. Once he realized that you had removed your hand to do that, his breathing started to calm down. 

It's just that his words were too important to be misunderstood.

But you just sat and patted him for a while so that both of you could calm down. 

“Mr. Crawling….” 

“Mmm.” 

“We understand must, yes?” You stopped petting him to cup his chin, tilting his gaze to yours, “You like lips together, yes?” 

“.....Yes….” 

“You and me, lips together. Think good, yes?” 

“Yes, soft.” 

“Think lot, you and me lips together?” 

“Object show. I think.” 

You allowed your mouth to quirk, “Is that right?” You couldn’t help but to be curious so you used the pad of your thumb to reach up to gently touch his lips. Strangely despite not being human, his lips did feel soft to the touch. 

Mr. Crawling sucked in a breath. He couldn't understand why it felt so nice or why he wanted you to do it again. 

“Not like? Sorry.” You realized what you just did pulling your thumb back. 

“I LIKE!! DO! DO!” 

You blinked. 

Couldn't get more emphatically than that. 

So you replaced your thumb back on his lips running over them. You felt Mr. Crawling sigh at the sensation. 

He whined when you dropped your hand from his chin, “Lips together, Kiss. Understand?” 

“...is…” Mr. Crawling pushed out part of the unfamiliar word. 

“Kiss…lips together. Object show kiss.” 

“Ki-kiss!! Heheehehe!!” 

You chuckled, “Yes, very good. Kiss. You know?” 

“I not know. You teach.” 

Your eyes widened.

Wait, did he want you to teach him to kiss or teach him about the concept of kissing? You felt yourself heat up again. You pulled your other hand that was still entangled in his away to slap both of your hands over your face. 

Why were you so embarrassed? 

“Hurt!?! Angry!?!” 

You shook your head, still buried in your hands, “No! No! …..Surprised!”

Yea, let's go with that. Close enough. 

You felt Mr. Crawling simmer down, “Why?” 

“Speak hard.” You raised your head. There was no hiding from this now, “Kiss together being you like. Only being you like. No other being.” 

“I like you.” 

“You like others, yes?” 

“Hm, yes. Friends like.” 

“Different like.” 

“.....” 

You lost him, “Kiss being like lots, lots, lots!!” You waved your hands vigorously, “Only being you like lots, lots, lots. Only being. Understand.” You flipped open the book, “Book show. Man…” You pointed to the male and then the female, “Woman. Beings like only lots, lots, lots. Kiss. Man, woman no kiss others.” 

“...Body soft….” 

Excuse me? 

You lowered the book. Where did Mr. Crawling mind go? You watch his head look at the picture before looking at you. He pointed to the woman then at you, “....body soft….” 

You slapped your face into your hands. 

“.....Surprised?” 

“Yes, right. Surprised....” You finally pulled your head from your hands. 

“I like you! Only you! Lots, lots, lots. You soft, I touch. Object show. Lips soft maybe. You and me like. You like me? We kiss, maybe?” He tilted his head cutely. 

“Want to kiss?” You asked lifting your head from your hands. 

Mr. Crawling gave a slow nod. 

You pointed at yourself, “Kiss me?” 

Nod. 

You pointed at yourself twice, “Only me?”

Nod. Nod. 

“No other being?” 

Shake, shake, shaaaaake!! “Only you. No other being. I like you lots lots lots! You and me together forever. Kiss, maybe.” 

Something flashed in your mind. White fabric, flowers, words forever and a kiss? It was gone quickly before you could examine it. You flopped back onto your back.

Mr. Crawling shuffled until his head was in view, “....Hurt? Surprised?”

You shook your head, “No hurt. Surprised, yes.” After a bit you rubbed your lips once, “My lips soft, maybe?” 

Mr. Crawling took it as an invitation that you intended and reached down to run the pad of his fingers over your lips, “Soft…soft….I like.” Then he touched his own lips. He kept alternating between the two. 

You laid still beneath him, even when he finally shifted slowly lining your faces together, “I kiss.” 

You could only nod. 

Slowly he lowered his face until his lips hovered over yours. You could feel his breath and shifted once. 

“Dislike?” Mr. Crawling pulled back. 

“No. I like.” You couldn’t help but squirm a bit though. 

You felt Mr. Crawling’s observations above you, even as your eyes continually shifted around. 

“Surprised?” He finally inquired. 

“....Hm, surprised.” 

“Good surprise?” 

“Hm, good surprise.” 

Then his hand came up and cupped your chin, stilling your movements. Your breath caught. He had to have an instinct because all of this was not in that manga! And if it was, it was long degraded so it was moot point. 

His thumb moved over your chin, “Like?”   

“Like.” 

Then he was lowering his head, his lips inches from his. Unconsciously, you pushed yourself upwards just the barest breath, making your lips tickle across each other. Mr. Crawling pulled back once, in surprise but didn’t let go of your chin.

He tilted his head before lowering it again, this time, barely touching your lips together. Your eyes fluttered, before closing. He held himself there before pulling back. You heard some kind of humming sound from him as if he was thinking before he lowered his lips back down, pressing together. Then he pulled back again. 

You opened your eyes to see him touching his own lips before touching yours, “Soft….”  

Then he leaned down, and you watched through hooded eyes as he tilted his head slightly before lowering his lips on yours. You angled your head for a better kiss. This must have done something because you felt a rumble sound from Mr. Crawling. Especially when you moved your lips slightly with his over yours. 

Surprised, Mr. Crawling pulled back, both hands coming up to his cheeks. 

Then….

“Heheehehe!!” 

He practically fell on top of you in his exuberance, hugging you, “I like!! I like lots!! You Me kiss! I like lots lots lots!” 

You were a bit winded at his full weight on top of you but you giggled, “I happy, you do. I like lots lots lots.” 

You might have ruined this boy in the days to come with the concept of a kiss. Mr. Crawling seemed to crave it quite a bit. Sometimes during downtime, you and Mr. Crawling would spend a lot of time kissing. You had gotten a bit bolder, teaching him a bit more of what felt good in the kissing realm. 

You taught him that you could kiss other places. Mr. Crawling liked forehead kisses, giving or receiving. He would give that adorable creepy giggle when you kissed his cheek. That was about as far as you were willing to go in teaching him other places to kiss at the moment. 

Seeing his chest peaking out, made your mind wander now that Mr. Crawling had opened the can of worms that was kissing. Maybe one day you’d work up to that. 

But for now, this was another treasure that you gained that you cherish. 

FIN.

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Treasures We Find Pt. 1

A.N: Mainly a you x Mr. Crawling Homicipher fanfic.

Mr. Crawling is so cute! I’m not even a horror fan and yet this is a rare venture for me to play such a game. But between the fanarts, fanfics and word solving game it is, I rather like this game. I haven’t finished it yet though. 

So is this another variation of teaching Mr. Crawling the concept of kissing, yes, yes it is. Did this blow up to what this became?

Yes, yes it did.  

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You barely remembered your life from above, when you were fully human. Even now, the last visages of your life were like smoke. It could be snuffed out at any moment and you would be none the wiser. 

But that didn’t scare you as much as it would have long ago. After all, you developed a “family” of sorts.

Despite that, perhaps those feelings are what prompted you to regularly visit the garbage dump when you came across it. Maybe deep down you were fighting to hold onto the last visages of your humanity. 

As such, you were shifting through the garbage dump today at ease. The rooms had all changed and this dump seemed new to you. Either that or more stuff was dragged from the human world. You shifted through quietly, tossing away stuff that you had no interest in.

Every once in a while, something would be stuffed into your vision. It didn’t startle you, you simply plucked it from Mr. Crawling’s fingers, observed it and 9/10th of the time tossed it somewhere. This didn’t deter Mr. Crawling in the slightest. Even if he had no idea what half the junk was, or might have been, he found joy in finding something of interest to him and giving it to you. 

A while back, it was him that discovered a faded pink circle with a string coming out of it. You had observed it for a moment longer than normal prompting Mr. Crawling to ask, “Good?” 

You hummed noncommittally, trying to remember if you had seen something like this. Something must have been teasing your subconscious because you ended up slipping it into your pocket. 

Then you smiled and patted Mr. Crawling on the head, “Good.” 

That strange creepy cute laugh came out of Mr. Crawling and you giggled to watch him fairly dive into the pile once more. 

Later you had pulled out the faded pink circle with a string attached to it and began toying around with it. You were in one of Mr. Silvar’s hospital rooms. Mr. Crawling had disappeared somewhere in a rare show leaving you alone. You tried a myriad of things and eventually through partly haphazardness, you slipped the little circle at the end of the faded pink circle onto your finger. 

That was when it clicked. 

It was a yo-yo!!

You remembered this thing! It came rushing back to you and you spent time playing with it. Did you learn yo-yo tricks? Was it when you were a child or an adult? You didn’t remember but whatever faded memory existed was making it known now. 

Eyes glittering after a few days of attempts; you always made sure you were alone when you practiced though, you figured you finally got it only to rush into the room where Mr. Silvar, Mr. Chopped and Mr. Crawling were. 

If they were the type, the door banging open would have scared them so sudden it was. But instead they all calmly looked over to you. 

“Guys!! I figured it out!! I found out what this toy does! It’s a yo-yo! It’s so cool!! Look!! Look!! Watch!!” You knew that they knew nothing of what you were saying as you were talking a mile a minute in your original language but you couldn't seem to stop. 

At the end, you stood in front of them and flicked the yo-yo down, making it go up and down. 

Mr. Chopped eyes glittered, “Fun!! Fun!!” 

Mr. Crawling slithered closer and carefully pawed at the moving yo-yo. His albeit gentle touch made the yo-yo stop pathetically, jerking at the end of the string. 

Mr. Chopped growled, “Why do? No fun!! Bad!!” 

“Sorry! Sorry! Me sorry!!” Even from his seat on the ground, somehow Mr. Crawling almost jumped a foot in the air and slid backwards. 

Before Mr. Chopped could lecture Mr. Crawling again your giggles stopped them. You had picked up the toy and winded it up again, “Fine! Fine! It’s okay! Fun not stop! Fun go! See!” 

Then you went back to making the yo-yo go up and down. You had the distinct impression that Mr. Chopped might have been clapping gleefully if he had a body. “Fun!! More fun! Go, go!!” He chirped, rocking his head back and forth on the table he was resting on. 

Something about the movements of the yo-yo was luring Mr. Crawling because before he knew it, he had moved forward a bit. Mr. Chopped snapped, “Stop! Long-hair!” 

A strange sort of “Eep!” made its way out of Mr. Crawling’s mouth as he realized he was going to have a repeat of what just happened. He didn't know why he liked the motion but it was relaxing. He liked it! Not as much as you but he liked it. 

“Heheehehe!!” 

You smiled, “I can do tricks too! Watch! More fun, more harder!!”  

You cleared your throat before flicking the yo-yo downwards and this time it stopped at the bottom. 

You heard two strong gasps. 

“STOPPED!! Object no move!!” Mr. Chopped practically vibrated on the table, so much so, he managed to roll himself off. He barely formed a breath to ask for help when Mr. Silvar picked him up and sat him back on the table. 

Mr. Chopped pouted deeply, angry at falling off but once he saw that the object was still spinning at the bottom he grinned, “Fun!! Fun!!” 

You made sure they were watching before flicking your finger up and the yo-yo returned to your hand. 

Mr. Crawling clapped like a seal. 

You giggled, before looking at Mr. Silvar, “Fun, yes, no, maybe?” 

Mr. Silvar was silent a moment before intoning, “I check. Yes?” 

You cocked your head but otherwise nodded. 

Smoothly, Mr. Silvar stood before walking over to you. He picked up your other wrist and pressed his fingers to your vein, “I right. Heart move fast.” Then he leaned down and peered into your face, “Excited?” 

You nodded. You were sure your face was probably flushed with excitement. 

“Hm. Eyes smaller, breath faster. Body moves, left, right. Fingers move over object, left right, left…..Hm, must record.” 

Mr. Chopped pouted, “Done? We more fun! This not fun! Object go up and down! Fun! Go, go!!”

Even Mr. Crawling was nodding vigorously.  

Mr. Silvar glided to his room and quickly returned with a notebook already, nose buried within scribbling in it. 

You giggled, “Okay! More fun!! Watch!!” 

Even now that yo-yo would get brought out from time to time. Even Mr. Gap had appeared in a gap in the room while you were doing the yo-yo. You weren’t sure if he was fascinated like the rest but he stayed the entire time. You had to convince Mr. Silvar to put the tape down at that time. 

You thought that Mr. Gap liked the brush better you found a while before the yo-yo. Mostly because when a few hairs get tangled in the brush, you pick them out. Before you could throw them away, Mr. Gap appeared, “Hair give, yes?” 

You eyed him and then the few strands of hair. Mr. Gap’s hand appeared and beckoned at you, his eye locked on the strands. 

It wasn’t even that many. If you weren’t careful, you’d lose them on the floor. But you could think of no other reason to deny him and your hair was shorter these days so it would be hard press to give him a clump otherwise, so you carefully handed him the strands. A large grin was seen from the gap as he gently clamped his hands around it and disappeared. 

Somehow if you were brushing your hair, Mr. Gap always knew when to appear waiting for the strands to be picked from the brush and given to him. 

Mr. Chopped adored having his hair brushed. Afterwards he would always ask if he was cute and you always responded that he was. After seeing Mr. Chopped get his hair brushed Mr. Crawling decided to try. He’d do a lot of giggling while you ran the brush through your hair. 

So much that you stopped the first time and asked, “Does this tickle?” 

Mr. Crawling craned his head over his shoulder to look at you. He was sitting between your legs while you sat on the couch. Then he cocked his head, not knowing the words. 

“Uh….touch, soft, too soft.” You held up the brush, “Tickles!” 

“Tic…es.” Mr. Crawling tasted the word, “Good?”  

“Hm, too soft touch. Can be good. Good? Maybe? No?” 

“I like!!!” Mr. Crawling busted out, “Like, like! No stop!” 

With a laugh you continued before asking Mr. Chopped who was watching from the table, “Mr. Chopped, too soft touch, before. Yes, no, maybe?” 

Mr. Chopped only blinked. He wasn’t sure what was going on so he replied with a grin, “I like! Like lot!” 

Since Mr. Chopped did not have the same reaction you assumed that it wasn’t ticklish to him. Mr. Crawling kept laughing. Either it did tickle or he just really liked the motion in his hair. 

Mr. Silvar sat on the opposite couch in complete silence. Despite the bandages over his eyes, you knew he was completely riveted on your actions. But was it because of research or did he want to have his hair brushed? 

After Mr. Crawling was done, you raised the brush to Mr. Silvar, “Yes or no?” 

Mr. Silvar was silent for a moment, “Research good?” 

You cocked your head, not sure how to respond to such things. 

“Research….yes.” 

Was he letting you brush his hair? He didn’t move a muscle. So you came over and gingerly took a seat next to him before slowly reaching out and grasping the hair over his shoulder. Your motions were slow so he could stop you at any time but he didn't, only turned his head to look at you as you continued brushing his hair. 

As time went by, you relaxed, standing on your knees on the couch to run the brush through his hair. He didn’t move so you went to go to the other side before his hand came up to grab your wrist. 

“You like?” 

“Like?” 

“Your hair, object, you like?” 

It took a moment but perhaps he was asking if you liked the sensation of brushing your own hair with this brush. You ran with that and gave a smile, “Yes, I like.” 

“Why?” Mr. Silvar let go of your wrist. 

You knew Mr. Silvar a bit better by now. He probably wanted to know how it felt to you, for research. 

“Object makes hair good. Also head under hair good. Feels good. I like. My body also feels good.” You made a motion of slumping down into your seat in bliss. 

Mr. Silvar nodded as he stood to his feet, “Thank you.” Then he glided out of the room probably to record your response. 

You giggled at the thought to yourself. 

There had been many treasures that you found, sharing them and having new experiences with your new “family.” 

However, looking through this heap, you didn’t think you’d find anything worth anything today. 

Ah, well. 

Your knees cracked as you climbed to your feet, almost slipping on the heap. You caught yourself with a breath before searching for Mr. Crawling. 

It didn’t take long to find him but….that was….odd…

You cocked your head. 

Mr. Crawling was hunched over what looked to be a book. 

“Mr. Crawling?” 

Usually your voice is enough to make him look at you but his eyes were glued to whatever was in that book. Huh, that’s strange. Now you were curious. Exactly what was so riveting that even Mr. Crawling was getting tunnel vision?

You calmly walked over to him and leaned over his shoulder. 

You blinked at what you were looking at. 

Half the book was torn or degraded but the single picture managed to escape harm, although ragged around the edges. The picture was that of a drawn man and woman, whose lips were touching. 

It took you a moment but unlike the yo-yo that it took awhile to remember, this jack hammered into your skull. 

This was a manga book, shoujo by the looks of it, and that was a depiction of the hero and heroine locked in a kiss. 

It was that kiss that had Mr. Crawling riveted. For some reason, you felt your body heat up. You couldn't remember if you read these shoujo manga and you certainly didn’t remember if you ever had an experience like that panel but you were getting synapses firing in every which direction. 

“You like?” you finally asked. 

It was comical. 

Mr. Crawling slowly turned his head, as if he had to physically pull his gaze away to look in the direction of the source of your voice. You were so close, that when you turned, his lips were inches from yours. This must have been a rare time that you managed to startle him because he jerked, losing his posture and falling onto his side, book still clutched in your hands. 

You bursted out laughing. 

It took a bit for Mr. Crawling to right himself onto his feet with a pout, the book in hand, “No fun. No laugh.” 

You tried to stifle the laugh, “Sorry, sorry!” You couldn’t help but burst out laughing again. When you managed to get yourself together, you saw Mr. Crawling deadpan looking at you, his mouth in a straight line. 

“Sorry. Going, yes?”  

“Done here?” 

“Yes.” 

You were aware of the fact that Mr. Crawling had brought the book along. 

Was he even aware of it? 

Part 2

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The Adjectives War

A.N: My TWST OC Mia Anderson, meets the tsum lookalike for Malleus. This turned out to be hilarious in my opinion. 

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Mia Anderson was walking on campus, when suddenly she saw two Savannaclaw students making a beeline in the opposite direction. She cocked her head, as one had another student slung over his shoulders. She was impressed with how fast the student was moving considering the weight he was carrying. 

Well, that’s a Savannaclaw student for you. 

She had been here long enough to know not to ask questions. 

And she hadn’t intended to, as she continued walking in the direction she was going in.

It wasn’t until she had passed the split in the sidewalk that someone called out to her, “Hey, Mia!” 

She turned around to see it was Lilia. Trailing him was Sebek and Malleus and…wait, was that a tsum-lookalike for Malleus? 

She looked highly amused when they finally caught up with her. “I had heard we had visitors again, but you got a tsum look-alike this time, eh, Tsunotarou?” 

Malleus smiled once, “Indeed. As such, I’ve been playing host and looking after the little one.” 

“Now, I’m curious. Did you have anything to do with the Savannaclaw students that went scampering away as fast as they could?” 

Malleus folded his arms, a twinkle in his eye, “Why do you assume it was me? I wasn’t even there.” 

Sebek spoke up, “They dared to mess with my tsum-liege and paid the price. It was their own fault!” 

Mia’s eyes shifted to the tsum, “I knew it was probably something.” Then she blinked, “Tsum-liege? Don’t you mean your liege’s tsum?” 

Lilia’s giggle was the only thing that alerted her that she accidentally opened a can of worms.

Sebek nose went wide, “Absolutely not! How disrespectful!! My tsum-liege deserves the same amount of respect as my liege. I would not lower his status to refer to him as such and I’d thank you to remember it.” 

“My apologies. 

Malleus smoothly asked, “Were you doing anything in particular, Prefect?” 

Mia shrugged, “I’m walking right now. Why?” 

“I’d like to invite you to the party at Diasomnia.  Since my tsum look-like doesn’t seem to get invited to things, I took the initiative to invite him to something. It’s quite fortuitous to run into you, so I can go ahead and invite you as well.” 

“Well, how sweet. You know I ain’t a party person, but how can I turn down an invitation from the Malleus Draconia?” 

Before anyone could say anything, the tsum look-alike flew and stopped directly in Mia’s face making her jerk her head back, “Don’t roll up on me like that. What?” 

The Malleus tsum dipped his head. 

She giggled, “You are welcome.” 

“Poke him!” encouraged Lilia, “And give him a nice pat on the head, while you are at it!” 

“What, why?” 

“Lilia-sama! Hold on!” Sebek interjected, “No one should take such liberties with my tsum-liege!!” 

A giggle, “You did.” 

Mia looked surprised, “You did?” 

“Don’t twist this subject, Lilia-sama!! I got express permission from my liege himself and I still wasn't comfortable!” 

“Go ahead, he doesn't mind, leastways if it's from you.” Malleus' quiet voice cut through them. 

Everyone stood and stared at him for a long moment. Lilia’s giggled was the first to break the silence. 

Mia’s got shifty eyes, “......You sure?”

“See, even the human is uncomfortable! As she should be! My tsum-liege is not a pet…what the…my tsum-liege!!” 

Sebek got cut off when he saw the Malleus tsum jump up and down in place before lowering his head slightly. 

“Alright, alright, if you insist…” Mia spoke, sneaking a peek to Malleus as she lifted her hand. 

First she hovered before pointing her index finger and poking the tsum. The poke made a cute sound that made a giggle escape her. So she poke again, a laugh spilling from her lips.  She couldn’t help but to poke once more before lifting her hand and stroking it on the head, mindful of its horns. 

All the while the Malleus tsum had his eyes closed and did not move a millimeter. 

Every time Mia poked and giggled Sebek had half a mind to snap at her but held himself. After all, Malleus-sama was the one who gave consent. But it still burned his heart. She was acting stupider than he did. Couldn’t she comport herself a little more?  

However, tears began to pool in his eyes as he beheld this tsum-liege, “My tsum-liege is dignified even amidst such stupidity. I expected no less!!” 

One last giggle, Mia pulled her hand back and cooed, “How cute!”

“C-c–c-......” 

“Oh, dear it seems you broke him.” Despite the words, Lilia looked ready to fall out in laughter. 

Malleus looked at Sebek, “Breathe Sebek you are practically turning red!” 

Finally Sebek managed to spit it out, “C-C-C-CUTE!!!! The words don't even sit right! My tsum-liege is not cute!! He is dignified, royal, majestic but cute, CUTE!?! You need to get your eyes checked!! A fae as dignified as them, should never be addressed with such common language!! Even the adjective beautiful would suffice more than cute!!" 

Mia giggled at the memory, “But he was squishy.  How else am I gonna explain that other than cute!” 

Sebek might have passed out on the spot if not for Lilia reaching out and steadying him. 

Lilia snickered, “You aren’t making this better, dear Mia!” 

“HE’S NOT THE PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY!!!”  

Lilia was practically on the floor at this point. A snicker passed Malleus’ mouth. 

“I never said he was, Sebek!! You are the one out here blowing this up to epic proportions that it doesn’t need to be!! I said what I said!! Your tsum-liege is cute, deal with it! Oh…” Mia turned to the tsum, “I’m sorry, I didn’t offend you, did I?”

Malleus tsum had opened his eyes and shook his head. Sebek sputtered as Mia turned back to him with a haughty air, “As I was saying, your tsum-liege is cute, he’s bloody adorable. Check it!” 

Malleus spoke up, hoping to ease the tension, “If he doesn’t object, then I don’t see the problem.” 

“B-b-b-but it’s an insult to both of you!!"  

“While I'm surprised at the word choice, I will accept it, since I can see the sincerity. The tsum obviously sees it as well. So why would either of us be upset then? Calm yourself, Sebek.” Then he looked at Mia, “Either way, do you mind meeting us in about an hour at Diasomnia. The tsums will return tonight, so there isn’t much time.” 

Mia sketched a salute, “Sure, I’ll be there.” 

Malleus smiled, “Marvelous!” 

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Although Mia did not like the idea of skipping school to come to this amusement park, begrudgingly she found that she was having a bit of fun. The Seafloor Stroll park was her favorite thing as well as the quiet ferris wheel ride that happened later in the day. 

She found that she managed to relax a little right up until Ernesto Foulworth came around their group again. No matter how hard she tried, something about him put her on edge. 

Mia had every intention not to go on that Whale rollercoaster. It look liked it could be fun for those that liked such extreme rides, but she was not one of them and yet she found herself on it.

When the rollercoaster had finally ended, Mia had to stumble to get off, hanging on for dear life on Trey. She had barely been aware of the boys talking about their experience, only to turn to her, who since getting off still had not let go of clutching Trey’s arm. 

Trey’s eyes twinkled merrily, “Not only could I not see but Mia’s grip was fierce. I’m just now beginning to get circulation back in my arm.” 

Ace grinned as he couldn't help but rib, “So how scared were you, Mia? Don’t you know? You’re still hanging onto Trey.”  

Carter rolled his eyes, “Come on Acey not everyone has nerves of steel like you.” 

Ace guffawed, “Now I know what that scream was in the back of my head! Didn't know your voice could get that high!!” 

“Mia?”  

"Hey! ....Mia?"

Mia keeled over slapping a hand to her mouth in a dry heave. 

Trey turned to her alarmed, “Mia, are you okay?” 

She could hear the concerned voices of her friends but could not respond. Dimly, she could feel hands rubbing at her back.

Grim was just panicking, “Get yourself together minion!”  

“Grim calm down!” Carter snapped, though his eyes were wide as well, “Yelling at her like that will not help!” 

“Here! Some water might help!” Lilia passed the small cup of water he had darted off to get. 

It took a bit for Mia's stomach to settle. Eventually, she managed to take the cup from Trey who didn't release it feeling the tremble in her hand. He helped her drink, his eyes riveted on her. He hadn’t expected anyone getting sick from going on the ride.  He had never been that particular about roller coasters but he never got sick either. 

“How do you feel?” He asked after a bit. 

Mia’s voice was thin as she managed to answer, “Better thank you. I'll be fine. Thankfully, nothing came up.” 

“What happened?” Ace asked, troubled, “What even made you sick?” 

“Yeah, did you eat any bad food?" asked Grim, "Although the food tasted great to me.”

Mai managed to scowl, “Did I ever tell you why I hate roller coasters? Cause the first time I went on I threw up. This ride was worse than the last one I went on. I’m just grateful I didn’t throw up my food.” 

Lilia’s head bobbed though concern lurked in his head, “It could produce an extreme vase of motion sickness especially this ride. It’s one of the most harrowing ones I’ve ever been on, especially when you factor the time spent on this ride. Most lasts a few minutes, this one was closer to 15 mins or so.” 

“Then you should have said something then!” Ace snapped, “You knew this when you got on! So why did you?” 

Mia growled then, “Like anyone’s been listening to reason lately! I had zero intentions of getting on. I was gonna wait with Trey then I suddenly found myself on it before I knew what was up.” 

Trey blinked, “Huh. That is a good point. I too didn’t have any real intention of getting on either. I wouldn’t have minded waiting.” 

“Really? And yet you both did.” Lilia spoke. 

“Still, you shouldn't have gotten on.” Ace groused. 

“Alright let's not argue.” Trey broke in smoothly, “Mia, are you sure you are feeling better? Perhaps we should find somewhere for you to lay down?” 

Mia shook her head, “Let me catch my breath a moment and I'll be fine. Continue on.” 

Trey allowed her to latch onto his arm as they made their way to see the photos. By then Mia was beginning to feel a little better, having the frame of mind to be highly embarrassed by the photos. At least aside from Carter and Ace no one else was looking that great. 

Mia spotted a restroom as they stopped at the food stall. 

“You sure you're gonna be okay?” Trey asked worriedly. He was concerned over her getting sick again and none of them being there for obvious reasons. 

She gave a reassuring smile, “I'll be fine.” 

“Yes, you will. You have five minutes, little one.” smiled Lilia all chipper. 

Mia raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?” 

“Five minutes then I'm coming in. You could be sick or something given what just happened. You want longer than text me, if not five minutes. Kay? K!” 

Trey didn't have the heart to talk Lilia out of his words. In truth if she took too long he might be forced to go in as well. 

Mia turned away, trying to hide the grin, “I hear you.”  

She returned to the group in three minutes. 

Ace gazed at her, “We good?” 

When she nodded, Ace slid the pie over, “I know you aren't fond of sweets but you want a taste? Trey even managed to identify the ingredients in it. What was it again.? 

Trey repeated himself as Mia took a bite, “I tasted cinnamon and cloves in the filling as well as crushed nuts.” 

Mia shrugged, “I could see that but I’m not really into it. I ain't gonna write home about it so more for you. Be grateful!” 

Ace gave a small smile at her which she returned. 

“However, if I can get a piece of chicken, I'd be grateful.” Mia stated looking around. 

“Way ahead of you. Hear you go!” Carter exclaimed, sliding some chicken her way, “He had been pulling off pieces and passing them out.” 

Mia nodded appreciatively as she ate it. Then it was time for her and Grim to move and find the next group. 

Trey observed her, “You sure gonna be okay?” 

Ace rolled his eyes, “She said she’s fine. She doesn't need you mothering her Trey.” 

Carter only shook his head, “You could pretend to care a little more Ace.” 

“Don't put words in my mouth.” snapped Ace, “I never said I didn't! But she looks better.” 

“Be that as it may. I know you have your hands full with Grim.” Lilia spoke up, “I don't know how you do it. You have quite the magical touch. So to relieve some of that weight, I’d find the next group as soon as you can.” 

Mia laughed with a nod as Grim cried clearly offended, “Eh! What exactly are you saying? If anyone is the dead weight here, it would be Mia. She’s always a handful to deal with.”

“That is not nice, Grimmy.” Carter admonished. 

“Still doesn’t make it any less true. Who gets sick on a ride like that? It’s supposed to be fun!” 

“Not everything is fun to everybody.” Lilia remarked, “Meanwhile, look who's the dead weight now. You better leave if you want to catch up.”  

Grim followed Lila’s gesture to find that Mia had started walking away. She had already waved goodbye to the others but Grim was stewing in his own offense that he didn’t notice. 

“Minion! Wait up!!” Then he darted off. 

Mia didn’t listen to a word Grim was saying as he was trying to chew her out, her thoughts turned inward.  She hated roller coasters so despite their begging what made her get on? She had plenty of time to refuse and yet clarity of the situation did not return to her until the ride was well on the way. 

By that time it was too late. 

Why? Why did she even do that? 

Her change in mind only happened when…. 

Ahh, they found Ortho’s group in a timely manner. 

“Mia Anderson, your vitals are a little off from normal. Are you okay?” 

Grim growled, “Aside from when she practically threw up. She's fine.”

“What?!” The group exclaimed. 

Mia gave a sigh as she let Grim explain. 

Vil eyed her, “Are you sure you should be walking around then?” 

“Yeah, I'm okay. Y'all don't plan to do any heavy motion any time soon do you? I'll be fine.” 

“Ahh Shrimpy! That sounds horrible. Although, mighta been a sight to see.” 

“Floyd, there are some thoughts you should keep to yourself and at least pretend to be more sympathetic.” admonished Jade then he turned to Mia with his usual smile, “If you feel bad please don't hesitate to say so. We shouldn't be doing anything too stressful.” 

Vil sniffed, “I don't know that I'd believe any kind of sincerity from them.” 

Mia was side eyeing mostly Jade. She was sure he would have been interested in her little heave as well despite his diplomatic words, “Believe me I don't.”  

“You wound me shrimpy!!” Floyd shuffled towards her with a grin. 

“Don't touch me Floyd. I don't want you breaking my back right now and whipping me back and forth.”

His grin was razor sharp, “I'll be all gentle like.” 

Mia eyed Floyd but otherwise did not say anything as he gave one of his rare gentle squeezes. 

“Let's stop babying her. She'll be fine. I want to have some more fun!” groused Grim.

Vil sighed, “She's your minion as you say and you can’t be bothered to show a bit more care? Not becoming a future great mage.” 

“Don't worry Vil Schoenheit, I shall keep an eye on Mia Anderson vitals.” 

Mia found herself enjoying being on the winning team of the pool matches. She wasn't even that mad that she barely played. Her dry heave aside was finding she was once more enjoying herself.

So why did she ultimately go on stage during Playful Land when that was another thing she wouldn't have ordinarily done? She hated being in the spotlight, so what prompted her to go on stage?

“That’s the magic at work!” 

She couldn't help but to think about Ernesto Foulworth words as he smoothly avoided conflict, and even though the others began to shrug them off one by one. 

She ended up having fun with the others in the group but still the fact remained was that she wouldn't have done it in the first place. 

But then it was time to go home and their host was nowhere to be seen. 

Along with the other patrons of Playful Land as well the puppets of the booths.  It wasn't until they realized they were locked in, that the bad feeling Mia had came back. It was beginning to frazzle her nerves, so she shuffled towards the upperclassmen, intending on sticking close to them until Jade and Lilia went berserk trying to undo the door.

She couldn't blame them, but why did they look like they were having fun? So she didn't think much of it when they asked for her help.

No one did....until the four of them turned into puppets.

Omake:

Mia Anderson was 1000% through and it showed on her face even as Ernesto Foulworth explained exactly what turned them into puppets.

Jade asked, "Loosing your conscience is what gets you turned into a puppet?"

"Khee hee hee. Conscience, you say. If that's what matters then clearly.....we. are. doomed." Lilia added.

Mia was pretty sure she'd throw up her arms if she could use them.

Grim whined, "It's over. We're doomed, I tell you!!"

While Mia did somewhat feel that way, still she spoke, "Come on, you never know. Miracles can happen." Then she muttered, "Dunno how it would work in this case, but you know they exist."

Ernesto heavied once, "Geeze Louise! Have a little faith in your friends at the very least! Sheesh, these guys are so bad, I couldn't help sayin something."

Omake 2:

A miracle actually happened!

But Mia Anderson was tired by the time they made it back to Sage Island. She was beginning to nurse a headache. Now, she wished that Ernesto Foulworth would stop talking. It was a wonderful goal of his to build a school though and she said as much.

However she was quickly regretting it as he turned a blinding grin towards her, way too much honey still pouring out of his mouth. The jig had long been up, was it too hard to tone it down and show some sincerity?

Ernesto Foulworth gave a huge grin, "You'd be welcome to transfer there once it's established. You've got the stubbornness and brazenness to make it there! In fact, I'll even let you skip the entrance exam! Hahaha!"

Mia's head just bobbed. She was about out of patience but in the interest of trying to be nice, she smiled, "Thank. You." she stated simply.

"Uh, Shrimpy. You are doing that thing Jade did. Your mouth is smiling but your eyes aren't." Floyd state with a laugh.

"Hey! Don't try poaching my minion!" Grim cried, "I wouldn't let her set a foot in your school!"

Mia hadn't any plans to go near his school even if he had one. Even though he had a change of heart and let them go, she would still trust a hole in the wall before the fox beastman named Ernesto Foulworth.

Finally, that glorified huckster left. She was happy to see him go.

Now to go face the music that would their punishment.

-Sigh -

FIN.

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Playful Land_Part 2

A.N: Seems the tradition is holding, my Twst OC Mia Anderson in this year's Halloween event!

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“Is she really not coming? She's not going to snitch on us, is she?” Ace asked as Grim and he walked to the wharf. 

“She better not!” Grim snipped knowing full well that no threat he made would work on Mia. 

In turn, she threatened if he woke her up, she wouldn't buy any tuna for him and considering she had the money for the dorm stashed where he had yet to find it, Grim felt compelled to obey. 

“Waa! Mia's not here!” Kalim exclaimed, visibly disappointed when only Ace and Grim showed up. 

“She decided to be a stick in the mud.” Grim groused. “She wouldn't shut up about the red flags enough to make a whole army with. And that we should use our heads because they aren't just for decorating but if we want to allow this shady fellow to use our heads likewise then that was our problem and she wanted no part of it.” 

Floyd laughed, “Shrimpy is so adorable! She knows how to string words together. Wish I had been there for the entire show.” 

“It wasn't that fun, Floyd.” Grim grumbled, “Trust me. She's being more annoying than usual.” 

“But I hate that Mia's going to miss the fun!” Kalim pouted, "You don't think that Ernesto is going to be disappointed do you? Think we still have time to go and talk her into it?” 

“Negative, Kalim Al Asim.  It's almost time for the appointment.” Ortho answered. 

So imagine, both Grim's and Ace’s surprise when Mia turned up with Trey and Leona of all people. 

“The devil you doing here?” Ace asked mostly directed at Mia first. 

“I called her.” Trey answered,  “Since you talked like Grim was going and barely mentioned Mia, I wanted to see if I got an answer. Sure enough, she was still at the dorm.” 

Mia breathed, with a frown, “I want it on record that I am an unwilling participant. I still feel some negative way about this.” 

Grim seethed as he snapped, “Then go home!! We don't need you here! Especially if you are only here to suck the air out of the room!” 

Trey jumped in trying to stave off a fight. He needn’t have bothered because Mia only lifted her chin, looking her nose down at Grim with a nasty look but said nothing. 

“Come on, Grim that is uncalled for.” Then Trey looked at Mia, “I promised to put in a good word for you if we are caught. I'll take the blame for dragging you here.  I’ll make sure that they are aware that you did not want to be a participant in this.” 

Although the wary frown did not leave her face Mia replied, “Thank you, Trey. Cause if I get in trouble I'm bringing all y’all down with me. And if something happens I'll be behind you guys. Y'all are magical strapping lads dragging a magicless female into this hot mess. I'm telling you now. You’ve been warned.” 

It was very rare for Mia to remind them that she was a magicless female going to an all male magic school.

“Shut up!! Just shut up!!” Grim yelled, “No one cares!! All you do is nag, nag, nag!” 

Grim’s words only rolled off Mia’s back, as she closed her eyes and looked away, affecting exiting the conversation. 

Kalim and Ortho were trying to calm Grim down just as Leona's growl floated through the group, making them simmer down,  “Seems this herbivore is the only one with more than one brain cell.” 

Ace glared, “Either way you made your point Mia. Loudly, I might add.  So can you stop being a wet blanket now?”

Eyes still closed, Mia drastically lifted her hands in a gesture of surrender. Again, why was this one event seemingly bringing out the worst in most everyone? 

The conversation continued to flow around her right up until Ernesto Foulworth appeared. She didn't bother with trying to hide the fact she was glowering at him with a healthy dose of stink eye all the while he charmed his way around the group. 

“.....”

“I'm well and truly baffled.” Vil stated, “You believed this glorified huckster?” 

Lilia only laughed, “This is a million times shader than I expected.” 

“Come on Acey!” Carter added, “You thought he was trustworthy. Since when are you the gullible one in the group?” 

“Thank. You.” Mia growled satisfied to see the upperclassmen oozing some sense although her face displayed none of that. 

None of the upperclassman’s sense or warning helped the case one bit but at least it's been said by someone other than her. Now they could stop thinking she was crazy. As Grim flew to the entrance of Playful Land, Mia had already decided to stick like glue to the sensible upperclassmen. 

Sigh. 

Something was fixed to go down. 

This glorified huckster was practically buzzing with ill intent. 

Mia could only pray they get back to school in one piece. 

Pt. 3

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A.N: This event has me going insane already! How are the boys being this stupid! Ernesto Foulsworth/Honest Fellow walked in the door and I wanted him to walk back out! I don't know what he's planning but even without him cackling all over the place so the player can see it, even I see he's shady as jack! I'm not a big fan of Piccincho, but why is this bringing the worse of the boys already! It's like they are inhaling collectively stupidity!

I keep looking at Foulsworth like this the entire time:

Anyway, I do love to see the villain do that twirl cane animation. That is really cool!

Now if you excuse me, I gotta go write a provibal sign that says:

I told you so. I don't know what Foulsworth is doing, but I knowed it even though it hasn't happened yet! Whatever it is, it's fixing to go down and the only thing I'm gonna say is, I told you so.

Can't wait for Book 2! lol

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Playful Land_Part 1

A.N: Seems the tradition is holding, my Twst OC Mia Anderson in this year's Halloween event!

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This man calling himself Ernesto Foulworth was shady as jack…

…How was no one else picking up this vibe? 

Everything out of his mouth was theatrical, all flowers and honey to catch one unawares. 

And Mia Anderson wasn't falling for it. 

The longer he talked the more she wanted to get away. Discreetly, she skated towards the back of the group out of the fox beastman's flinty eyes. 

But her classmates were truly taken with going to this Playful Land. She dimly remembered Deuce mentioning it but she guessed it must not have excited her enough to retain it.

At last, someone was showing signs of hesitation.

Ace leaned over and whispered to Jack, “Okay, is it me or is this sounding sketchy?”

“No kidding.” Jack replied absently rubbing the back of his head, "There gotta be a catch.”

Mia whispered her two cents, “About time! Doesn't this feel wrong to you?”  

Aaaand that didn't last long. 

Mia almost wanted to scream. How was this getting past everyone in this manner? Not for the first time she thought boys were generally stupid but this was reaching a new depth. 

It wasn't that Mia wasn't interested in the prospect of having fun at an amusement park, it was just that these circumstances seemed off, a rotten fish hanging somewhere, seemingly no one could see. 

Or smell. 

As Eresto Foulworth's speech reached an almost fevered pitch, the boys seemed to break. 

Yet, Mia swore she saw the glint in his eyes. 

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Mia was silent as the group headed back towards school, all of them excited. Some boys like Ace and Kalim didn't take much convincing so she wasn't surprised. But boys like Jack and Ortho who generally picked the right side of the lane were going along with this farce. 

As they reached the gates of school, Ortho floated back towards Mia, who was trailing towards the rear of the group, “Hey, you've been quiet. Aren't you excited, Mia Anderson?”

Mia couldn't help it as stopped, “Seriously, does no one here feel something is off? That something about this feel wrong even?”  

Ace glared and snapped, “What it's a crime to have fun now?”

“He came out of nowhere and handed us these tickets on a golden platter. Stuff like that don't just happen!” She turned to Jack, “Come on, you had a moment of doubt too, didn't you?”

Jack rubbed his head, “I know but Mr. Foulworth made a good point. We'll miss our chance if we don't go tomorrow. Besides, I already gave my promise, it's a moot point now.” 

Mia bared her teeth, “He was twisting your arm. He's playing us like a fiddle.” 

Floyd laughed once, “I'd like to see him try.” 

Jade chuckled, “That would certainly be a sight.” 

Mia's heavy sigh was mixed with a groan. 

“Look, stop nagging, minion. We are going!” Grim snapped. 

“We ain't doing squat.” Mia snapped feeling a headache come on, “I'm not in this! Y'all are on your own!” 

Grim flew into her face making her bat at him violently, “Don't you mess this up for me, Mia. You do as I say. We are going! Don't you want to go have fun?” 

“If it was legit and didn't require us breaking the rules, sure. But right now every single ounce of reason and instinct is screaming at me.” 

“Tell it to be silent then!  You won't keep the great Grim from his fun!” 

Mia’s nose widened as she stalked away towards Ramshackle Dorm without another word, batting Grim away as he continued his whining. 

All Mia could do now was pray there was someone on this campus with some reason. 

Pt. 2

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Kaleb's Adventures

Anyone take any classes on Coloso?

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Capturing the Ambiance in an Illustration by Illlustrator, KanashiKumo literally CHANGED. MY. LIFE!!

This is the best coloring class I've probably ever had. I learned how to build an illustration with color. I actually UNDERSTAND what the devil I'm doing!!

These three illustrations were done in tandeum with the teacher's projects given at the end of the class. I decided to use my Gift of Time manga oneshot character for all three.

Botanical Gardens > Cafe > Cityscape, was the order. In between trying out how to color, I was also discovering how I wanted to color as well. Which is why the styles look quite different in my opinion.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!

This is the Main Male Lead of a oneshot manga titled The Gift of Time, on Manga Plus Creators!

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"I should write my own delusions..."

--days as a creative when you are tired of reading other people's thoughts and want to put pen to paper yourself