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die-die-mydarling-xx · 11 months

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Since your taking requests would you mind doing nsfw one with Bottom Thomas x Top male Reader where the scenario is like reader was captured for meat and is in the basement with Thomas.

I don't have a ton of experience writing top reader but I've been excited to get to this one >:)

Thomas Hewitt x Top! Male! Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Blood and Gore, y'know. They be killing people

This got WAY longer than expected lol hope you enjoy!

As you came to your senses, you immediately noticed the throbbing pain in your head and a distinct soreness in your arms. The last thing you remembered before now was getting cracked over the head with the butt of a pistol by the particularly rude sheriff who had pulled you over in the middle of nowhere. Okay, maybe you'd been going a little too fast, but nothing that warranted this kind of treatment . . .

As you became more aware of your surroundings, you realized you were dangling by your wrists a good few feet above the ground. That explained the soreness you could feel. Looking up, you could see that your wrists were bound together and the rope was strung over a rather large and wicked-looking meat hook. You could feel your heart starting to race in your chest, although by the maroon stains encrusting the majority of the hook's surface, you should consider yourself lucky that you were only hung by the rope around your wrists.

Looking around, you seemed to be in a basement; the room was dimly lit, with a set of stairs leading up in the corner. The space was cluttered, and specifics were hard to make out in the low light. But you could still tell the scene around you was straight out of a horror movie. All kinds of sharp implements littered every table, as well as what looked to be severed limbs and human bones. Where the hell were you?

You took a deep breath to try to steady yourself, knowing you had to at least try to come up with a plan. You studied the hook above your head. Considering the rope binding your wrists was only slung over the hook, maybe you could slip it right off . . .

Swinging your legs to build momentum, you heaved your body forward and up; for a moment, you thought the rope would slide right off the hook, but to your dismay it caught on the sharp tip. It took everything in you not to yell out in pain as gravity heaved the weight of your body back down. Your already aching shoulders protested as they pulled by the downward force. A small whimper escaped you, and you had to take several deep breaths to center yourself again. But you were so close, you knew you had to try again.

You swore it was the last of your strength this time as you once again swung yourself forward. This time, you felt the rope come free of the hook. You wanted to cry out victoriously, but you knew had to keep quiet. You fell to the ground, your fall broken by several inches of dirty water that covered the floor of the room. Luckily, it prevented the impact from being too hard, but it did make a loud splash as you landed. The smell of strange chemicals and other things you didn't want to think about assaulted your nose as the water soaked your clothes.

As you struggled to your feet, you could hear a commotion above you. There was the sound of someone yelling, and heavy footfalls-- you realized you recognized the voice. It was the sheriff. Cursing under your breath, you frantically looked around for somewhere to hide. You quickly ducked under a table as the door at the top of the stairs was flung open.

"--can't take a liking to 'im, make sure you get him good this time!" The sheriff was yelling, as the heavy footsteps continued down the stairs. There was only one pair of steps coming down the stairs. You wondered who the sheriff was talking to.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to try and quiet your panicked breathing as you saw a pair of legs passing the table you crouched under. You realized suddenly that whoever was in the basement now, it wasn't the sheriff-- this was someone else. As the strange man seemed to spot the empty meat hook, he began searching the basement for you. You didn't have much time now before you were found. You knew that he knew you were still in the basement; aside from the stairs, the only way out was a window that was too high and too small for you to escape out of.

As the legs disappeared from your view and the sounds of movement faded somewhat, you slowly crawled out the other side of the table. Standing, you spotted a meat cleaver on the table you'd been hiding under. You hastily snatched it up, cringing at the slightly tacky feel of the handle. With your hands still bound, you knew you wouldn't be able to wield it very effectively, but it was better than nothing.

Now that you were standing, you could see the man more clearly. You didn't think you could've been more terrified, but somehow you were at the sight of him. He was both tall and broad, not holding a weapon as far as you could see, but from the look of him he'd hardly need one. You dreaded the inevitable moment in which he'd spot you. The meat cleaver shook in your hands as you tried to slowly and quietly make your way towards your only option for escape: the stairs. Despite your best efforts, each step you took splashed quietly, and you'd only taken a few before the man turned around, locking eyes with you. You froze, holding the meat cleaver out in front of you with both hands.

You weren't expecting the bright, intense blue of the man's gaze as it locked with yours. It took you off guard for a second. The man was wearing what looked like a brown leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, making it hard to read his expression, but it didn't look like there was any malice or hatred in his eyes. In fact, he looked . . . almost intrigued as he watched you intensely. He started to advance towards you.

"I don't want to hurt you," you cried out, jabbing the cleaver at the air in front of you. "But I will if I have to!"

The man paused, looking you up and down. He didn't seem intimidated at your threats, not that you'd really expected him to. Even with the large knife you held, you weren't sure if you'd be able to overpower him. He started towards you again, and you tightened your grip on the cleaver. Suddenly, the words the sheriff had been shouting at him earlier sunk in. You had another plan.

"You don't want to do this, do you?" You said, feeling a little ridiculous to even say the words. The entire room around you said otherwise, but you were willing to try anything in that moment. "You don't want to . . . he's making you."

The man slowed, then stopped again. This time he seemed almost like he was struggling internally with something. He hadn't said a word this whole time, so you had to wonder if anything you were saying was really getting through to him. He began to slowly circle you, though he wasn't moving towards you anymore. You carefully kept him in your line of sight, not sure what he was trying to do now.

The door at the top of the stairs banged open, letting a weak beam of light into the basement. You could just make out a figure at the top of the stairs. "Tommy! Hurry it up down there!"

His words were drowned out by the roar of a chainsaw starting up, and you let out a cry of fear as you turned your attention back to the man in the basement. In the second you'd looked away, he'd managed to arm himself, and he wasted no time swinging the chainsaw at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the basement door swing shut, cutting off the little light it had let in. The cleaver was knocked easily from your hands.

You held your hands up in a vain attempt to protect your face. All you could hear was the buzz of the chainsaw, you could practically feel it as it neared you. Suddenly, you felt the rope around your wrists loosen, and you braced yourself for the cutting pain you were sure would follow. When several moments passed and nothing happened, you slowly lowered your arms and opened your eyes. The man-- Tommy?-- stood in front of you, that intense gaze still fixed on your face. The chainsaw still roared away, but he held it almost non-threateningly by his side. The rough rope fell away from your wrists, having been severed by the chainsaw blade. You rubbed at your sore wrists, still terrified, but more than that you were puzzled.

"You . . . aren't going to kill me?" You asked in surprise, watching as Tommy set the chainsaw back on one of the tables, the engine slowly sputtering out. He took a step closer to you, putting the two of you almost face to face, although you had to look up to meet his gaze. You flinched slightly as he suddenly reached out to touch your face. The touch was surprisingly gentle despite the rough, calloused feel of his palms and the strength evident in him. His hands skimmed over the contours of your face and into your hair. Despite the fear you still felt, the fact that he touched you so gently was sort of endearing. Without hardly thinking about it, you reached out to rest a hand on his forearm, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin. You swallowed hard.

A little hesitantly, you reached up to the mask he wore. He seemed startled for a moment, but didn't move to stop you. You carefully pulled it off his face, taking in the features underneath with surprise. Strangely, the man seemed to be lacking a nose-- and even more strangely, you still found him very attractive. When he leaned down towards you, you didn't hesitate to meet him halfway and press your lips together in a surprisingly tender kiss. He was somewhat lacking in technique, but it was more than made up for in enthusiasm. When you found yourself licking into his mouth, the low groan he let out had you gripping the fabric of the stained apron he wore.

One of his hands rested on the back of your head, gently tangling into your hair. You gripped Tommy's hip with your free hand, using the leverage to pull him closer to you. You were drinking in the low noises he made as you ground your hips into him. This wasn't just about staying alive; you found yourself enthralled by this strange man, and you wanted more.

He didn't put up any resistance as you pushed him back towards a relatively clear table. You only broke the kiss for a moment as you pushed him down onto the table. You were breathing hard, but this time it was from excitement rather than fear. The rollercoaster of emotions you'd been on had your head feeling like it was spinning, but it was strangely pleasant. You pressed your lips to Tommy's once again, hungrily this time, as your hands went to the zipper on his pants. You could clearly feel how hard he was already, even before you unzipped his pants to free his cock. It was so thick you could barely fit your hand around it, and the almost desperate moans he let out as you stroked him let you know he'd probably never done this before. The thought was exciting, making your own cock strain painfully in the confines of your pants. You quickly freed it with your spare hand, sighing in relief against Tommy's mouth as you stroked yourself a few times.

Pulling back from the kiss, you looked down at the man before you on the table. He was flushed, panting, and already leaking pre cum with your hand around his cock. The sight sent a jolt through you that made you rut your length against Tommy's still-clothed ass. You knew you needed to have him, and now.

You practically yanked his pants down to his ankles in your desperation, kneading his ass with the hand that wasn't wrapped around his cock. He was looking at you with those wide blue eyes, the expression so different from the one you'd seen not half an hour earlier. The thought made you smirk as you looked him over.

"You're doing so good for me," you murmured as you stroked a finger over his hole. He practically growled in response, thrusting his hips up into your hand. You pressed a hand flat against his hip, as if to hold him down, though if he didn't want to stay like that you knew you probably wouldn't be able to make him.

"Wait," you instructed in a firm tone, and you could see him swallow heavily in response. Carefully, you pushed a finger into him, starting to work him open. He let out a groan as you did so, squirming slightly on the table, but it was clear he was trying to do what you said. As you could feel him relaxing around you, you added another finger, then another. His thick cock was drooling pre cum onto his hip, and you thought he might cum before you even got yourself inside of him.

"Are you ready?" You asked in a low voice, almost shaking with the anticipation of being inside him. He gripped at you like he was trying to pull you closer, and though it looked like he was starting to fall apart, you could tell he was still trying not to hurt you. You pushed yourself inside him slowly but insistently, moaning in satisfaction as you bottomed out in him. Tommy's grip on you tightened, feeling almost painful, but you didn't care at that point as you started thrusting. He felt so good around you, his tight hole squeezing you perfectly. Picking up the pace of your thrusts, you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached your peak.

You leaned down to kiss him again, much more sloppily as your hips slapped against his. You started stroking and squeezing his cock in time with your thrusts, and from the grunts and groans he let out into your mouth, you could tell he wouldn't last much longer.

"Come on," you said low in his ear. "Cum for me."

That was all it took to send him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand as he came. You could feel his spurts of cum paint your stomach, and the noise he made as he came along with the way he clenched around you was too much for you. You came inside him with a loud groan, feeling your own cum filling him as you sloppily thrust into him a few more times.

Exhausted from all the events of the past few hours, you collapsed against Tommy's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing under you as you wondered what the hell you'd gotten yourself into.

#at least half of this is just Setting The Scene™#I'm a big fan of that #creative writing wise i actually have my background in horror . . . can you tell lol #the texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #the texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #x masc reader #x male reader #thomas hewitt imagine #thomas hewitt smut

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konaharts · 8 months

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smol and stabby

#killer frequency #the whistling man #whistling man #henry barrow #marie campbell #fanart #nothing is queue everything is permitted #smol and stabby #whistles like an angel #or devil idk #i can't whistle #so i'm kinda jealous ngl #also sry if you followed me for more tfp art #i'm slowly working through optimus rn #but yeah i'm a big fan of horror so i've been doing these smol doodles in between c:#hope y'all don't mind asdfghjkl #this has been konah's thoughts

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lordsovorn · 2 months

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Isn't it wild that Dead Space zombies don't actually die when you cut off their claw-arms and they collapse to the floor.

It's not a vital organ - they don't have vital organs at all, they are not alive in the slightest.

They just... give up when you cut off their ability to kill.

#dead space #horror #horror games #zombie #necromorph #I'm not even that big of a Dead Space fan - but it certainly has some of the most chilling sci-fi / cosmic horror concepts

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zuzandr · 6 months

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today I present more old pieces the first one is an epic collab with @honasan aaand the witchy doodles were for a magical tournament AU where instead of a boring death game for humans we have mages fighting to death with the most creative, beautiful and horrifying ways possible also no i wasn't obsessed y u ask

#yttd #your turn to die #sue miley #tia safalin #rpg horror #rpg maker horror even #illustration #dude i don't know I'm such a fan of evil women especially with power especially when they are like mad scientists or whatever!!#I'm aware she's not as evil as she appears?? I mean not THAT evil BUT drawing her was always super fun #banger character design big fan #hoemi #digital art

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mythicandco · 11 months

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being a tmc fan is so fucking funny. someone can say "do you understand" like they're genuinely asking and have no idea and I will immediately take 5 d4 psychic damage and have to pretend like it's fine

or like. you're going to the grocery store with your friends and you all pile into the car and you're about to pull out of the parking lot and one of 'em goes "dude I think you left him behind in there"

and you just gotta grip the steering wheel a little tighter and take a deep breath and be like "yep. ok. going back."

or you're chilling in your room and your friend actually innocently knocks on the door and asks you to open it and you just. gotta open it. pretend like it's fine. it's fine. it's fine.

and then you gotta lie awake and stare at your ceiling because your brain feels like its gonna explode and you can't help think "man this is so Thatchercore right now"

or the lights in your house keep flickering. and your not sure if it's the demogorgon from stranger things or if the house is just. really hungry. and the front door opens for no reason and it's freezing outside and you just gotta close the door, man. and you hear your mother's voice calling your name from the other room and you go to check and she's not even in there. you hear the piano playing but it's literally closed, there is no one playing it.

and there's the creepy-ass deer that stared at you but left when you told it you weren't Mark. and the fuckign basement. with the little cabinet with the TV hidden inside.

and the way that sometiems you're home with your family and every once in a while the house is totally empty. I don't. I don't know where they went. but then eventually everyone returns as normal.

and when you were sitting in your room your ears suddenly started ringing and suddenly the radio turned off. or you were staying up late working on fanfic one night and you heard something like a dog but not a dog barking outside. or you're walking into school and you hear a siren in the distance and you find yourself suddenly running.

just gotta pretend it's fine. you're not a character in a horror movie. oh my god. oh my god. no one is coming to help me.

#it's the Curse frfr #that's what happens when you're a horror fan i guess!!! the horrors just start to Exist!!!!!#I'm a big fan of the horrors until the horrors are real #fun fact: all of these things have happened to me. most of them recently #I can even show y'all pictures of the tv in my basement if you want #mythic experiences the horrors (REAL)

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revenantghost · 10 months

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I remember when I thought the body horror in Tristamp was a lot before I even touched Trimax

#Evil Nai fits here I think #I'm a big fan of body horror #Speaks deeply to something in me #Probably the same part of me that likes horror in general #But BOY I had no idea how fucked it'd get #I'm willing to place money that #With how Tristamp is a constant escalation #It'll only get more messed up from here on out #Since this was basically Trigun #And we've got Trimax next #Yadda yadda

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front-facing-pokemon · 10 months

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#angle under the cut where you can see their eyes because it is NOT very flattering from the front #sharpedo #this is the fucker that zooms after you like a missile in the swsh DLC‚ right? i think it also does that in sv. it's scary honestly #it's so fast. and it makes that big ol' zoomin' effect like the third nozzle in super mario sunshine. i don't remember what it's called but #it's the gray one. super mario sunshine is my favorite mario game which i feel like is not a very popular opinion #but it tracks because i had a gamecube as a kid. so games on that tend to be some of my favorites because nostalgia i guess #luigi's mansion‚ super mario sunshine‚ pokémon colosseum…#i could go on and on about these games. honestly. luigi's mansion is one of my favorites of all time. i still think it's great even as an #adult. it's much better than the other luigi's mansions in my opinion‚ though i guess my opinion Might be clouded by nostalgia #although i would like to think i can look back on it with a critical eye. i still replay it basically once a year cuz it's super short #i think it's super atmospheric and the later two luigi's mansion games don't really capture that same aesthetic #of… what basically amounts to like. a horror aesthetic. which is weird to say because it's a kids' game but #y'know i'm also not putting my whole brain into these tags right now bc i'm distracted but i hope i am making sense #fellow luigi's mansion fans know what i'm talking about. this is not about sharpedo so here is sharpedo #i believe this'll be posting on the last day of my outing when i'll be flying back home. so. finger's crossed #nope i just queued it and it's the day before i'm flying home. either way‚ good luck‚ future me

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twomystdunstans · 3 months

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As per your recent post, may I ask why the whole Magnus protocol thing pisses you off? No obligation to answer, just wondering.

Yo! Ummmm. Hmm. It's mostly from a personal perspective/my opinion/feelings on TMA?

I really did like how the story ended, I thought it wrapped up well, the thought that we didn't KNOW what happened in the aftermath or what happened to jmart & Co definitively, felt really fitting and a nice full circle close on the story as a whole. It ended where it should've and I was really satisfied with that. It had told its story and that was it. Part of TMA (the whole thing you could argue) is the fear of the Unknown so like. Idk it felt fitting.

Around the same time it was ending/s5 there was kind of a big boom in the Fandom, and there was a lot of new fans who binged the whole of 5 seasons in like. A week or two and then wanted, understandably, more?

I don't really have sources to back me up I'm just speaking from personal experience talking w people who I've recommended the show to post-finale and who listened to it post-finale, and this isn't to be gate keepy or try and bash newer fans like. It's a good show I'm glad that people are still discovering it. Etc etc etc whatever.

Its of my PERSONAL OPINION. that continuing the story that TMA told is a disservice to the story itself. I have a post here that I made back when it was announced that kinda explains a little bit better.

I don't mean to accuse anyone working in it or listening to it of like. Being a cashgrab or pandering to fans or anything like that, I'm just personally dissatisfied and a little disappointed about it.

Im just not excited, I'm sure it'll be good? Johnny Sims has a style of writing horror I'm a huge fan of, im sure everyone who worked on it worked hard and im sure they all did an incredible job and I'll probably. Listen to it someday? Im just. Dreading it. Idk. I'll probably ramble jn the tags a little more and be more incoherent but like. Eh. Not excited, seems stupid. Sorry.

TL;DR it's of my opinion that TMA didn't need a continuation, had a good ending for the story it was telling, and tmagp is a disservice to that story. Whatever.

#There's also the like. This isn't what you asked but like while I am a HUGE fan of TMA I'm real. critical of it #I also. Hm. don't particularly like what it's done to the audio drama space and particularly the horror genre as a whole.#The euhhhh. How do I put this #There's been a recent. Uhhh. Whenever there's a new (horror) audio drama that's come out there's been need for a jmart dynamic #Does that. can anyone hear me. Sammy 🫵 Sammy knows what I'm talking about.#Red valley malevolent etc etc I'm sure there's others #TMA IS VERY GOOD AS A STANDALONE WORK. ITS AWESOME HOW BIG IT GOT. HOWEVER. TH HORRORS #Dude should I main tag this. Nah #tma critical #I don't wanna get yelled at but also.#tmagp #lol #NOW KM SCARED. SORRY. I DONT LIKE IT. SEEMS BAD.#Dude I'm gonna get fuckin cancelled.#Asks #Anon

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kan-zaiaku · 1 year

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Death Tome sketches

#the simpsons #treehouse of horror #death tome #lisa simpson #sherri and terri #mr. burns #homer simpson #art by kan zaiaku #i'm actually a big fan of the simpsons. bet you weren't expecting that

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truffle-chocolate · 4 months

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Bad Sansuary day 5: good soup 🍜

#utmv #traditional art #sans au #undertale au #horror sans #this guy decided to just make himself soup #like an explanation for the previous picture heh #as you can see #I'm actually not a big fan of using colour #but the most important thing is that this boy enjoys his food #🪴

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chekovsphaser · 2 years

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On the one hand, the fact that we all know what Dracula is through cultural osmosis does mean we are reading this with a very different perspective than people who read it originally. On the other hand, this man is experiencing the biggest parade of red flags I have ever seen and still keeps going like, surely, the people reading this in 1897 would also have been like "bro, you should probably quit while you're ahead"

#dracula #dracula daily #in all fairness i havent read a LOT of gothic literature #I'm a big fan of the vibes but I mostly read what my parents had around which was not that #so maybe the sheer volume of red flags is normal for the genre #but boy howdy #the two things that come to mind at the moment are wuthering heights and rocky horror #which are not gothic lit but also have a veritable parade of red flags #right off the bat #(lol)#(because dracula - vampire - bat?)

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selfcontainedunivcrse · 4 months

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vwoops WIP. real. ft. sleep deprivation + honestly i can't even remember if this is fully vwoopvoice + writing in class. set in vwoops current home server :]

It should've -- well, Vwoop didn't know what it should've done. Ran, probably. It should've seen this -- *thing*, and bolted, the elytra adjustments that it had landed for no longer important. It didn't want to think about it. It probably could've continued on, and if it had told itself enough that this was some sort of trick of the eye, then maybe it would believe it. Vwoop had been very tired lately. Vwoop had been very stressed lately. These things can mess with your head. It knew this.

But it had been a sort of nagging feeling at the back of its mind for some time, now. Well, it wasn't anything comprehensible or solidified, it had no real theories -- never once had Vwoop thought, consciously, "hmm, I think I have an evil twin that will show up and ruin my life or something". That would be ridiculous. It would be dwelling on something that it had long outran. It was... antithetical to the point of moving on, wasn't it? Plus, there were fun new things to worry about...

Vwoop's body went cold when it saw its own silhouette breaking up the horizon. Perhaps the only thing that could be worse was how its right gills flicked, before turning its head to face Vwoop. Its eyes widened, glowing with a pulsing, inky cyan colour. In the light of their own glow, Vwoop could see where it seemed their fins had shriveled -- maybe shriveled, maybe had been eaten away at something. Strands of fungus hung from what remained.

Vwoop took a step backwards, pulling its shield, and the creature opened their mouth to let out a shriek.

This was where there was some sort of override, something that kept Vwoop rooted to the spot. At least the feeling that washed over it was familiar -- it took in a breath, heart suddenly beating faster. Its mind wandered instantly to its friends -- grateful that it was alone. Sure, this was something to talk to your friends about. Vwoop wanted its friends. On a surface, material level, it did. But a desperation quickly bubbled, and it was positive that it couldn't let this thing get anywhere close to its home.

The aforementioned thing stared back at it. They cleared their throat, dipping their head. "Habit." There was a beat of silence, before they continued, "You have my sweater."

"I made this one, actually," Vwoop said quietly. It didn't move. "I mean. I made it like my old one, but... the stitching is different", it trailed off. "What are you?"

Looking closer, they were not the same. The figure before it was slimmer, looking almost like they could easily be knocked off balance. Their face was different -- something uncanny, even. Smaller eyes, a rounder face, like Vwoop's, but a bit more squished. It couldn't see their hands -- that made it nervous, somehow.

Nervous more was that it thought it could bring the pictures to mind, the ones of its sibling, the pictures that he would snap at and take from Vwoop whenever it had managed to stumble across them. They was familiar. They weren't exact, obviously, the... the goop was new. Regardless, they was closer to the ideal than Vwoop would ever be. If they were the original, Vwoop didn't know. Maybe there were more. Maybe after it left, Seren just... kept making them.

That wasn't a very good thought.

"Vwoop," they said.

"... I thought you might say that," Vwoop replied quietly. It passed its shield between both hands -- not dropping it, yet, but affording time to idle. "... Why?"

"What do you mean *why*?" They asked. They flicked their fins, before looking down to the ground. "Why are you -- why are *you* threatening *me*?"

There were a lot of very good reasons to be threatening them. It wasn't sure if it was taking the "evil clone" -- Vwoop was probably the evil clone, if it thought about it -- approach or the "evil possession sculk goop" approach. Some combination of both. It didn't want to explain this, and it didn't want to think about what this meant. What *did* this mean?

In Vwoop's silence, the other Vwoop continued, "I was just passing through."

"Why?"

"Looking for something."

"What?"

"Day. If you have to know."

Vwoop looked up to the sky. The stars were out.

"Day is a person. Aren't you supposed to be me? This is, um, an AU. Isn't it? That makes sense. That makes sense...," they mumbled to themself, before speaking up again, seeming to have an idea. "You have a Day."

"... that's not how this works," Vwoop replied. "I... understand what you mean, yeah, AUs. That's not this. I don't know what a Day is. I don't -- um," Vwoop paused. "Actually, uh, like I said, it's just me, actually!"

"Maybe this is the Sad and Alone AU."

"... no," Vwoop replied. "That's... that's also not it, I don't think. I don't think that's what's going on -- you're not, like... we're not really the same. I mean -- right?"

"You're taller," the other conceded. "If that's anything to go by. But that could be another aspect of it? Depending on how far apart we are, a type of an AU of an AU.”

The other smiled. Vwoop wasn't sure why. Well, it liked talking about that sort of thing too, but…

“I know what you mean, but it's not like that. I'm sure of it. I mean. You know? I… well, um, either way, you have… well, you used to have, probably, a… sibling, right?”

#ft. cDay from daylovejoy #in passing. I didn't want to explicitly mention any body else because I'm shy and hate like.Not getting seven rounds of clearence before <3 #its also cheesy and written in the downtime. I will edit it may be... And finish it. Obviously #Existential horror. Vwoop is a big fan

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