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RP sections with Venoraux

So I'm deciding to put these up here cause why not, I love this interesting demon of mine, and hope you guys will too. :v

It is broken up into three sections, the first two are from the same RP, while the 3rd is from a different RP, so keep that in mind. Enjoy!

Oh also, Venoraux, Henry, and Mark belong to me, Corr and Paul belong to @core4lost

Henry: *paces back inside to try and ignore the stillness of outside. At least they still get TV reception. Hopefully the whole city hasn't been deserted. That would definitely imply that something is very wrong. However, he freezes when he sees a large black figure out on the back porch... It looks to be crouching like a dog, watching him with four glowing red eyes, a wide fanged grin, and a long tail waving around slowly. It sits there unnervingly still aside from the tail, which seems to have... Eyes on the spear, making it look like a dragon head* ... Guys...?

Corr and Paul look to Henry with a confused look. "What is it?" Paul said as he gets up to see what Henry was looking at until he spotted the demon outside the window. He looks stunned to see it was staring at them, but it was odd that it... Kinda resembles like Corr's demon form but a bit sinister looking. "W-What the hell is that...?" Paul looks a bit unsettled just seeing that demon. Corr looks over to Paul and Henry looking a bit worried as he too got up from the couch as he tries to look at what they were looking at until he saw it too. He looked scared as he stays behind Henry and Paul.

Henry: *gulps nervously* ... Maybe it's... The demon...... But, Corr said it was a giant dragon... *tenses more when the demon outside tilts its head, like it can hear them...* Right?

"Don't know..." Paul looks behind himself seeing Corr looked nervous as he didn't want to be near this thing since he didn't want to deal with this demon. Paul looks to Henry as he thought of some sort of an idea. "Should we try to lock all the doors and windows?" Corr perks up thinking it was a good idea. "I-I'll go and lock them if you want..." Paul looks to Corr and nods. "Go ahead and start doing it... Including the windows as well." Corr then went to the front door as he starts to lock them and even the windows but avoids being near the monster that was close to the back door. Soon Corr goes downstairs so he can try to lock the door down there as well.

Henry: *watches the demon to make sure it doesn't move, taking to observing its body. He notices the ribs on its chest, the giant claws, and a strange slit between its ribs. What is that? It looks like it's more than just a design pattern* ... What do you want...? *tenses more when it pulls up some and steps back, only to lay down like a dog, still watching the old man, its large claws tucked in under it, and its face only inches from the pane of the door. Even laying down it looks so big. But why isn't it doing anything? And... Why does he get this subtle urge to go close to it...?*

Corr manages to lock everything downstairs as he got upstairs to see Henry and Paul still looking at the demon by the door. "Is it still there?" Paul frowns sadly. "Yeah... But... It's still sitting there..." Corr frowns but thinks he might have a good opportunity to lock the monster outside if it was laying down. "M-Maybe I can lock it..." "Corr, no... It might break the door down." "Paul, we don't know that... Just... Let me try..." Paul sighs as he lets Corr go and let him try. "Alright... Just be careful..." Corr slowly went closely to the door that the demon was at that was laying down. It looked relaxed, but might be trying to let his defense down or trying to think it was harmless to let it in. But he wasn't going to fall for it, not like when that dragon had harmed him and tortured him in Hell. He didn't want to be fooled again, Corr just looks at the demon's face and just felt scared and.... Felt like he recognized its own eyes, he hated it... He just wished it would just go away. Corr tries to focus so he can go to the door, lock it, and then he can lock everything else so they can all be safe inside.

demon: *continues to watch him precariously, almost with interest and amusement, swaying its tail around smoothly* ... Soon... *smiles more darkly as it speaks in a deep rumbling voice, yet almost alluring, that can be heard clearly through the door* ... Soon, you will come to accept my gift... I've restored the lives of both you and your uncle... And I've improved you both vastly, given you power and immortality... Is this not what you wished for, boy...?

Corr looked at the demon and glares at it knowing that it was that same demon dragon from before... But... In a different body or form. Corr hurries up to the door knowing the hate he has towards this monster as he locks the door with a click knowing that it was now locked. "I don’t want your damn gift!"

demon: *chuckles in a vile tone* Well that's too bad... I can make your lives so much better, yet you wish to live the life of stress and mundane work and death? And being what you are now, it won't be long before your instincts take over... Same with your dear uncle... It's futile to resist for so long, thus you might as well embrace it sooner than later...

Corr frowns and glares at the demon, but he still has his mom's pendant to keep him sane and himself... But... His uncle... He wasn't too sure if his own uncle will still be his sweet uncle that he remembers him as if the demon instinct will take him over. Paul looks at the demon as he tries to go over to Corr so he can get him away from the demon that was making him uncomfortable. "Just who the hell are you anyway!? Since Corr seen you as this demon dragon, we haven't even gotten your name yet..." Paul would like to know the name of this so called demon.

demon: *grins at them, still hardly moving otherwise* You may know me as Lord Venoraux...

Henry: *paces over as well, uneasy with it being so placid, but even with them so close, it's only talking, albeit precariously* Lord Venoraux? How are you a lord?

Venoraux: I'll just say that what you experienced was real... And this is not...

Corr frowns sadly as he looks at Venoraux. "So.... It's true... Then... Why did you put us here then? And where are we exactly?" Corr looks at Venoraux sadly as Paul puts Corr behind him as if guarding Corr from Venoraux so that this demon won't have any ideas just to try and get to Corr, but at least the door was locked.

Venoraux: Why, I'm keeping you safe, boy... It's dangerous out there... Though, I'm sure you can manage well enough... Even still, I'd rather not let you fall victim to harm...

Henry: How un-demon-like of you...

Venoraux: *chuckles in an unsettling tone* You belong to me, thus why would I allow my belongings to be damaged? I even smuggled you from Hell's judge, boy... Aren't you grateful for that much?

Henry: Wait... So... You also sent him up here those few times?

Venoraux: Indeed... The poor soul was weakening just by being away from you. And since I had plans for him, I didn't want to lose the opportunity... Plus, beings wielding two souls are much more rare and valuable...

Henry: *frowns in thought* ... You mean Corr's mother...

Venoraux: Also a pure soul, yes...

Corr frowns sadly as if he didn't want to be here or be near Venoraux just how it was talking about how rare and valuable he was just cause he has two souls. Paul looks over to Corr seeing how depressed he looks as he starts to hold Corr close to him in a hug and pressed his head to his chest knowing that Corr didn't want to hear more of this. When Corr felt Paul holding him, he nuzzled to Paul and started to hold him close knowing that he just wishes he can be somewhere far. Paul looks at Venoraux with a serious look knowing that it was too much for Corr to take it in. "I'm gonna take Corr upstairs..." Paul escorts Corr to his room so that he would feel safe with him knowing that Paul felt like a guard when it comes to Corr being a total target to these freaking demons.

Venoraux: There is no escape from me~ Do be sure to keep that in mind...

Henry: *frowns at Corr with pity, before looking back at the demon* ... So... Lord Venoraux... Why? What did you do to the city, and why?

Venoraux: *lowers its head a bit with a soft growl* Humans are such a convoluted race... They make themselves more stressed than they ever should be... Needing jobs to make valueless money, needing to worry about others vandalizing their homes and possessions, worrying about what they can afford... Even fearing death and accidents... *looks up at Corr and Henry, as if knowing what happened to them*

Henry: *frowns more at that. Corr slipped from the roof from the rain, and a lightning bolt was the cause. And his own mishap with gasoline poisoning was due to a decrepit vehicle and lack of realization of how much gas he'd swallowed... At least those accidents weren't the demon's doing. It'd hoped for them, but didn't cause them* ... So, what...? You think you're making life better?

Venoraux: Believe it or not, yes... You see, under my rule, there will be no illness and no weakness. No stress on petty mundane things like wondering if you'll have enough money to keep your home or your vehicles...

Henry: And what about the demons you brought from Hell?

Venoraux: They'll only retaliate... It's an order of mine for them to leave you three alone, so if you attack them is when you'd better hope to either kill them or hide well enough... As I said, I wouldn't want you all going out there and getting into trouble...

As Paul took Corr to his room, Corr tries to tuck into his own bed while Paul sits next to him as Corr tries to get comfortable. He felt so horrible that this so called Venoraux would try to keep them for itself and even Corr. Corr tries to sleep hoping everything was just an awful nightmare as he holds onto Paul's hand as he didn't want him to leave. Paul saw Corr's pendant looking a bit dark as it was flickering from light to dark as if it was either scared, or knows that Corr was awfully depressed and saddened about the situation they were in now. "It's ok, Corr... I'll always be here with you, bud... Ok...?" Paul rubs Corr's head as he tries to comfort him while Corr was resting in bed.

Henry: *stares at the demon for a moment, before looking away* ... Won't you just go away...? And leave us alone...? And turn things back to the way they were...?

Venoraux: Well, the last request wouldn't be very possible... For I've made the city into my nest, only homes and food markets still intact.

Henry: ... Unless you've destroyed the power plants.

Venoraux: Oh no, those are still in operation as well. And I even tried not to kill off many humans either... So there's still human population...

Henry: They're probably all living in fear now though, right? *looks up at it with a stern look*

Venoraux: *grins darkly* You'd think that, but actually they're all more than willing to live under my rule...

Henry: *looks confused, and a bit nervous* How so?

Venoraux: Well, they wouldn't be useful if they were all fearful and repulsed by our ways...

Henry: How do you mean "useful"?

Venoraux: Hmm, you might not believe it, but I'm good to my followers...

Henry: Your followers? So that means... You brainwashed everyone?

Venoraux: I'd rather go with a nicer term, like swayed or influenced, but... All in all, yes...

Corr starts to feel a bit at ease as he looks up to Paul with a sad look while curled up in the covers. "P-Paul... Go check on Henry... I-I'm ok up here... Just... Make sure he's ok..." "You sure?" "Yeah... I'm worried about him with... That demon..." Paul sighs as he gets off the bed as he was about to go out of Corr's room. "I'll be right back, alright...? Just try to sleep, ok?" "Ok... Be safe..." Corr curls up in bed so he can try to calm himself and try not to think of the bad stuff. Paul heads downstairs as he came to see if Henry was doing alright with that good for nothing Venoraux.

Henry: So what do you plan to do with us?

Venoraux: I only wish to take care of you is all.

Henry: By way of? *crosses his arms, still apprehensive despite the demon's lax tone*

Venoraux: Well, you'll need to be trained to your bodies and learn to effectively fend for yourselves. And you'll soon find that I know best for everyone...

Henry: Why do I get the feeling you're just talking about the demons?

Venoraux: *chuckles a bit* Well, it wouldn't last long if I didn't tend to my livestock... Demons can go for a while without feeding, and given how humans reproduce rather quickly yet age slowly, it shouldn't be too much hassle to keep things in order.

Henry: So we are just your food. And slaves basically.

Venoraux: *tilts its head* Call it what you will, but the humans put up little resistance... As I said, they're more than willing to cater to me and my brood, and I don't ask much of them...

Henry: *sighs lowly. He didn't expect a demon to act like a saint or anything, especially an alleged dragon demon* ... Well then, if as you said "this isn't real", can you make anything for us?

Venoraux: I can... I know this place would be rather boring if you were the only inhabitants, so if population is what you wish for, I can make it so...

Henry: ... *looks away some. Can this demon really reshape space and give them what they want in the span of what it'll allow for? It seems to want them to bend to its will just like everyone else, and why wouldn't it just hypnotize them like it did everyone else to make it easier? It's already fulfilled its plans, maybe it sees no need to make quick work of them...* Then... Can you make things how they were in this place? *looks back at it* If our loyalty is what you want, then making us comfortable would be a good way to start...

Venoraux: *chuckles darkly with a matching grin* And suggesting ways to win you over only implies that you do wish to follow me~

Henry: No... Just something I'd figure you'd already think of...

Venoraux: Believe me, I indeed know how to win you over. I'm just amused at your tone, sounding ever so slightly submissive~

Henry: *scoffs lowly as he looks away again* Well you're a powerful demon, I'm not gonna be gullible enough to defy you outright, that'd be stupid... Even if you wouldn't kill me, there's likely other methods of torture you'd enact. Am I wrong?

Venoraux: *grins more with a low rumble* You're not wrong... However, it is better to have all my followers be completely submissive. Besides, it makes for rather interesting conversation as well...

Henry: *droops his shoulders a bit as he still looks away from the demon. This monster is going to dictate their lives, and there's really nothing they can do about it. It said it'll keep them content, but they'll never be content when they're so used to normal human life and not the life of demons... Though he blinks and looks back when he feels Paul's presence, wondering if he was there the whole time*

Paul hears the whole thing while he was at the steps but then slowly went up to Henry with a sorry look on his face but then turns to Venoraux with a serious look that might just wish he can beat the hell out of the demon across its own face. "Even if you try to get loyalty from either of us, it won't ever change how you scarred Corr for life of how fucking afraid he is of you. You lied, tortured, and took everything from him that made him happy. How is he going to forgive you for being such a monster...?" Paul glares at Venoraux knowing that he felt so bad for Corr that he was going to protect him like a big brother would do from anything that made him this scared or unhappy.

Venoraux: I can give him what he wants... In the form of this place... I can give him his friends back, and I can give him his luxuries back, and this place itself can serve as an escape from the dangers of outside...

Henry: ... So, what... Is this like some kind of reward system or something?

Venoraux: You could say that...

Henry: Then can it serve as an escape from you? *scowls at the demon, to which the monster tilts its head and sways its tail*

Venoraux: I can leave you be, but there's no escape from my eyes...

Henry: *looks down with his arms still crossed. The demon thinks it can make life better for them, but what's a better life in the eyes of a demon?* ...... Then if you insist on hanging around, just leave us alone...

Venoraux: Well if I did that, then you'd never come to welcome me...

Henry: Do you really think we have to? You forced us into this. *looks back at it with a scowl*

Venoraux: I'm letting you have your own will, I'm only forcing your environment...

Henry: Doesn't mean you're not forcing us to try and adapt by your rule.

Venoraux: *smiles darkly in a forewarning manner* Hmm~ Either way, you'll soon come to appreciate my changes...

Henry: Yeah, being turned into demons, how fun... *deadpans, making the demon chuckle unnervingly in amusement*

"Yeah... Seems kinda pointless. Why can't you just leave us be? We're not your pets, we're humans for Heaven's sake." Paul crossed his arms as if this is just wasting their time talking to a demon thinking it just wants to keep them inside and be safe, but Paul didn't want that... Not for him... Not for Corr and even Henry as well. They want real freedom, to smell real fresh air and real wind, not be in some sleep or in a coma for the rest of their own damn lives.

Venoraux: Well, like I told Henry, I will let you all out now and then. I just know that your desire is to see the neighborhood as it was, and this place can fabricate that. And by using the energy of your own souls, what you've experienced, even the senses can be replicated... Feel the breeze, smell the nice scents, and the like...

Henry: *quirks a brow skeptically* Using our soul energy to improve the reality here? Do you really think that's all it'll take?

Venoraux: You'll be swayed eventually. That's how conditioning works after all...

Henry: Hmph, like Paul said, we're not your pets...

Venoraux: Well you might as well be... And I'm sure you'd much rather me handle you all gently rather than assertively in any case, so you should be grateful for that much...

Henry: Grateful? And why should we be grateful to you?

Venoraux: You could have been condemned to your initial fates... Your nephew would have remained in Hell, and you... *turns its daunting leer at Henry* You would have gone to Heaven...

Henry: *blinks in surprise* ... How do you know that?

Venoraux: Your soul is pure... A kind being you are, and your last baptism has served you well... If you had gone to Heaven, and Corr to Hell, you'd have been miserable either way...

Henry: *blinks again in a stunned manner, looking down*

Venoraux: And being demons grants you superior strength and pseudo-immunity to aging... You can be together for many more years to come... You're his only related family left, Henry... I know you care deeply for him, and he to you...

Henry: ......... *sags his shoulders in thought. If the demon is right, they could be together for much longer and experience so much more... Maybe even the life of living among demons might be indeed more interesting than mundane human life*

Paul looks to Henry as if he was actually taking in Venoraux's words, but Paul knows that even if they might be stuck to be with this monster, they can't have their own freedom to even escape from its own grasp. What would Corr think of this if Henry gave in to Venoraux? He'll be so upset, he's already more upset and miserable now than he already is knowing that they're trapped in this fake world.

Henry: *just stares at the floor for a while, before shaking his head and turns to go upstairs* How about you just let us wake up then? I'd rather things be real, even if we're demons... Even if other demons are going around. I want things to be real again...

Venoraux: Hmm... I suppose it has been long enough anyway... A few days by now...

Henry: *pauses at the doorway and glances back* A few days?

Venoraux: *nods* This place's time is much slower to the waking conscious...

Henry: ... I guess that's true. Even normal dreams feel like they only last a few minutes, yet you pass by hours. *shakes his head and goes upstairs to be with Corr, having had enough with talking to the demon*

Paul looks back seeing Henry going upstairs to see Corr as Paul looks at the demon with an irritated look. "If we wake up, I don't want anything or any demon harming Corr... He's already been through your own hell." Paul still didn't trust Venoraux as he just wants to protect Corr. As Henry was going upstairs, Corr didn't even fall asleep, he was just staring blankly at the wall as he felt so empty and weak. Even his own pendant's little light has faded a bit to a dark hazy blue. He looked sad, tired, weak, even maybe tired from crying from the look of his wet eyes.

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One of the military tries to study on the teeth and maybe get a piece of it to get a sample to bring back in hope a scientist might figure out some things. Soon Corr's breathing was slowed down a bit while Sarah was trying to ease him and even pet him. Then... Corr started to sleep, but he doesn't know if he might end up in the dreamscape first. Paul was talking with the rest of the soldiers about this mouth place knowing that if they sleep here, they'll be meeting Venoraux in their dreams talking to Venoraux's demon in person.

*it doesn't feel as such a temperature in the air of the space they hover, but touching the flesh of this mouth is very warm, hot even, like feeling fire on the other side of a door, or a pot that's been sitting on the stove and is cooling down but still quite warm. It causes a tingly sensation in her hands as the heat smolders like fresh embers, and it smells of brimstone and firewood strangely. Unless they try to get close to the walls of the mouth, Henry keeps them close protectively, and seeing how Mark is slowly relaxing and he doesn't seem too bothered by the rather comfortable temperature of the space they're in, he slowly settles down as well, letting out a low rumble*

They all gather together as some of the soldiers were curious of meeting with Venoraux itself, but others want to get outta here, but it'll be suicide just to bomb the whole place while they're inside. Paul tries to relax with Henry and Mark, as Sarah rests with Corr. Meanwhile Corr was in a dark place in his own sleep. Everything was dark... Black... And a void. All except for his own bed, pillows, blanket, and even the plushy that his uncle gave him when he was working at the animation studio for his second job. Corr sits on his bed as he looks around the dark place to see nothing.... Just... Nothing... Corr sighs sadly as he tries to curl up in bed knowing that maybe this was his own vision of desire for a dream.... Nothing.

*Henry stays awake for the sake of the others, to offer some kind of security for them. He's the biggest and strongest of the bunch, even though there's really no danger in the mouth, and if Venoraux really is trying to win some brownie points with its talismans, it might allow them to make friends and by extension keep their friends, even keep them in well enough condition. It knows that Corr is the most sensitive soul it chose as its anchor to the surface, and thus is the most fragile. It knows how to be gentle despite its evil nature. Maybe not the most kind, but it's something... In any case, the emptiness of Corr's dreaming vision is quiet until the subtle sound of rumbling is heard. It doesn't sound like a dangerous or even ominous rumbling either, more like that of deep breathing, like how Henry's sounds like when he purrs. But since no one's here for now, there's likely only one it could come from if he were to put a body to this sound...*

Corr looks around for the sound in the void but couldn't pin point where. He frowns sadly thinking it was just noises tricking him from Venoraux itself. He tucks himself in the blanket along with the plushy as his mind couldn't even think of the happy thoughts cause all those good times.... Were gone, destroyed, crumbled, all gone cause of what Venoraux has done. Or maybe... He should blame himself, it was his stupid idea to make this action happen. His own pendant was dimming out and slowly becoming grey.

*the soft rumbling continues, like a white noise that's almost relaxing. And since this is the dreamscape, the image of the familiar demon soon appears standing a few meters from Corr's bed. It's like, even though its body is pitch black, and the rest of the space is empty pitch black, Venoraux can be seen clearly somehow. But that's just how dreams work*

Venoraux: *just stands in place for a while, silent and still as a ghost aside from its tail swaying slowly, as it watches the boy in his human body. It still bares that precarious fanged grin and gleaming red eyes, but its body is at rest* ......... I know you resent me, boy... I know you wish to escape, and forget this ever happened... You wish time would go back...... But you know that I'll tell you that that's only truly possible in this dream realm... Do you not?

Corr holds an emotionless expression on his face while resting in bed as he didn't want to look at Venoraux nor speak to it as well. He knows that everything here is... A dream, dreams are no escape, they can't turn back time, they won't... Bring everything back. He wants the real deal, things that are happening outside. He might even not know something and wish to explore the changes that're happening right now. Venoraux can't keep him cooped up here forever, nothing will make him happy unless he actually tries out new things that are actually out there. And meeting new people and faces like the military that are willing to help to get them out. " ................" Corr didn't say anything to Venoraux as he was just getting tired of its lies.

Venoraux: ......... I know you wish me to be gone...... For everything I've done to be gone...... This is all sudden for you... But had I done nothing, you'd still be dead and in Hell... And your uncle would have died in the same manner as he had...... You may say I can't know that... And you'd be correct... However, you wouldn't have known for sure either...... I had nothing to do with his death... At the very least, he didn't die alongside the heartache of your death...... As I mentioned last time, if you hadn't agreed to let me bring you back, he would have been miserable at your loss...... And likewise, you were heartbroken when he fell to the toxic oil of that decrepit vehicle...... Yet, I brought him back to you... Now you both are impervious to harm from standard hazards...

Corr just... Closed his eyes, he wishes he wasn't here, he wishes he just... Stayed in Hell to get tortured and get punished cause everything he does... Was all his fault. It.... It was... His own fault. Soon... Corr's own pendant starts to look a bit black as his skin looks more pale. Even the color of his own bed was starting to lose its own shade of color as it was now looking like black and white. Corr was doubting himself knowing that everything he does... Was his fault, thinking it was Venoraux's fault, but it was his own fault as well knowing how stupid he was to kill his own dad and trying to kill himself from that day... None of this would have ever happened.

Venoraux: *narrows its eyes at the despair, before letting out a light throaty rumble as it looks down in thought, flexing its claws slightly. It stands in place for a moment, knowing that Corr hates it, but it doesn't want to lose this freedom it's finally gotten for itself. Soon it looks back up at Corr and paces closer slowly, lifting a hand once at his bedside, and in its palm appears a little thing that Corr should remember. A thing he once had that his father had taken from him in the past, that his mother had given him* ...... I wouldn't be so generous if I was as vile as you see me as...... I do care about you, boy... More than just a thing to keep me out of Hell... Whether you believe me or not, I'm not lying......

When Corr looks over to what Venoraux has in its hand, his eyes widen in shock. He couldn't believe Venoraux actually has something that was in its hand without actually telling it about what his own dad stole from him. But... It was there... It.... It was a small music box that had a wooden owl sculpture on top of it. When his dad was trying to clean the house, Corr's own dad accidentally broke his own gift that his mom gave to him for her final death when she passed away. Even it was hard to fix the wood since it was fragile and delicate, including the gadgets inside the music box that wouldn't play music anymore. Corr slowly took the small music box from Venoraux's hand as he feels it as he remembers how it used to be when he first had it with his mom. Corr.... Weakly smiled as his own pendant slowly brightens up a bit but not too much. "H-How....?" Corr looks up to Venoraux sadly wondering of how it knew about the music box that was shattered years ago when his own dad knocked his precious gift over that was his mom's last gift.

Venoraux: ... You really thought I was doing nothing while I allowed you on the surface those few times...? Your father was sent to Hell, and I found him... Out of his guilt for breaking it, the shred of it he had, and having a portion of your energy to know what you hold dear, I'm able to give this back to you...... It might be surprising to hear from me, that you indeed didn't deserve to fall to Hell when you died... It was indeed purely an accident... Coincidence that you'd perished so soon after killing your father... It was only by risk of being on your roof while it was raining. Had it not been, you'd have been able to scale down from the roof and you'd be fine... None of this would have happened if not for the weather... Of course, then you could blame God in that sense... As though he could subtly control things about the world, and what happened was karma... But... All in all, what you still love currently remains with you... I may be a dark demon, but I am trying to at least keep your cherishables close to you... Have I not?

Corr looks up to it in thought before he looks at the music box as he rubs and feels the owl's wooden feeling on his own fingers knowing that the music box was so smooth and nice. But... It was awfully hard to know if he can trust Venoraux for what it's done, it killed those people, ruined the city, and also kept him and Henry as... Well... Talismans. But... If Venoraux was kind enough to bring back this music box he lost a long time ago that was his mom's final gift... It's gotta mean something, right? He doesn't know yet, but something tells him that.... Venoraux.... Actually... Has a soft spot. Corr scoots over a bit from the bed so that maybe Venoraux can sit with him on his bed. "Um... Would... W-Would you like to sit?" Corr timidly asked thinking this must be weird to ask a powerful demon if it'd like to sit with him, besides, after all it did bring him back his music box.

Venoraux: *tilts its head thoughtfully, waving its tail around, before shutting its eyes with a guttural sigh and turns to sit on the bed. It takes up a lot of space of course since it's so big, but it keeps sure to let Corr have his own space on the bed, which as dream space would have it, the bed is suddenly twice as big as it was before. Venoraux rests its large claws over its lap as its long tail sways slowly over the edge* ......... You're a very soft soul, boy...... And I do apologize for harming you before... Understand that it was before I planned to use you to get me out of Hell... I wouldn't have been rough if I knew my own intentions right away...... *opens its eyes looking forward* Nor did I have access to the energy of you, your mother, and your uncle, that now allows me to feel sympathy for you...... I know you resent the nest I've made, and the brood of demons I brought with me from Hell... But in hindsight, why would you think that human life is better than this? *turns its head at him tentatively* I mean not to sound conceited or selfish, but with this simple life, you needn't be concerned with trivial matters, such as that of monetary issues, and rogue humans with their petty desires and outbursts... Under more controlled sovereign, they can even be friendlier and more trustworthy, because they have no trivial distractions, shall we say... *shuts its eyes again as it turns its head downward* If someone dies, it's just par for the course... But I won't allow those you hold close to perish... But with how humans normally are, how they either turn aggressive or distant or rash when something they deem unsatisfactory happens to them, or if it doesn't happen to them, others turn derisive or empathetic, and they might not be able to help properly...... But with this, there's only the concern of whom will be taken by the demons...... *opens its eyes again* If anything happens to any friends of yours, I will set it straight that they shall be dodged of the danger, and they'll be left to their own business......

Corr sighs as he looks up to Venoraux. "Well... I don't think human life is better or great, but..." Corr rubs his head. "I just really like the fact that there are some good people out there that have well living lives. But for others... Not so much, like for the ones that are drug addicts, liars, robbing people, murderers, and so forth. Those are the kind of people I don't like to meet, even the abusive people. But I know there are other good people like me, my uncle, Paul, and others that are willing to help others in need. And for what you did.... Eeeeeehhhhhhh...." Corr curls up knowing that Venoraux might have killed those innocent people while making its own nest by accident. "I-I don't know how many people you've slaughtered, b-b-but j-just hope there might be some alive..." Corr weakly smiled. "Um... But... There are some people I want you to kinda spare though... Uh... H-His name is Mark... I-If you did like you did with my uncle, Paul, and... Uh... Ema... Um... Y-You can at least spare Mark, can't you?" Corr looks up to Venoraux pleadingly hoping that it can spare Mark hoping that no demons can harm him.

Venoraux: ... As you wish...... Just understand this, boy... No one is willing to simply throw away what they've worked for... What they've waited so long for...... Thousands of years I've been patient, waiting for an opportunity to arise from the depths of Hell, and make a new home on the surface... For so long, I've planned and watched through the eyes of others...... *smiles a bit more sneakily* You're not the first one I've granted second life to... There have been many who I've tried to use as anchors...... I could never gather as much power as I needed... Their souls were pure, but either they didn't have enough, or they were killed again...... I anticipated you to be the same...... But then acknowledging that there was a second pure soul latched onto your own, it sparked hope in me that you might be fortunate enough to survive... And when I studied Henry and felt his pure soul, I saw the moment I'd been waiting for...... *shuts its eyes with a somewhat expectant posture, shifting its tail around slowly* ... You may think I'm only using you... Well, you're not wrong... But, not entirely... You see, an anchor works both ways, as a ship anchor works for a ship. The anchor is just a thing there unless it's attached to the ship, in which it's useful in helping the ship stop moving, and those caring for the ship can care for the anchor as well, to keep it being useful... *turns its eyes over at him* ... I will take care of you and your uncle, and your friends... To not, is the folly of anyone working to use others to further their ideals and goals... That's simply how humans work, no? There must be some kind of trade system...

Corr was in deep thought when Venoraux mentioned about the anchor, but also it seems that Venoraux was not initially trying to do anything crazy or evil, but more like trying to get free from Hell and find a new home on the surface to find peace. But at least Venoraux is trying to... Well... Be nice, might need some training on that. "Hmmm... Uh... W-Well... I don't know much, but I think my uncle might know this kinda stuff." As Corr felt a bit comfortable with Venoraux as he starts to lay down on his bed sideways trying to relax. "Um... So... H-Hey! Who was that large demon you were fighting with anyway?" Corr looks to Venoraux as he was curious of who was that large dark blue dragon that was close to Venoraux's size.

Venoraux: Him? *huffs derisively* He was the guardian dragon of the treachery circle... He actually doesn't need to be summoned to cross between Hell and the surface... He goes by the name Volkraan... Mostly affiliated with water, but he can use electric energy to heal any wounds... He was superior to me before, but now... *chuckles precariously* Now he is below me~ *inclines its head down a bit with its eyes narrowed* Though I'll warn you and the others to beware of him... He's got a tendency to... Turn others to his brood, much more against their will than my approach...... *turns its eyes at the boy* If any of you cross him or his two servants, always watch his tendrils......

Corr looked a bit nervous knowing that this other dragon Volkraan was a bit more troubling than Venoraux. "Uh... S-Sure... Um... Who're the two servants should we be on the lookout for? I mean... We haven't even met them yet, so... It'll be nice to know what they really are." As Corr thought if Venoraux knows Volkraan's servants, it'll be safe to know first if they started to head out and try to be careful if they may encounter them.

Venoraux: ... The servants are a male and female. The black male is Grabacr, and the blue female is Ofnir... Unlike my bulco dragons, they can speak, as can Volkraan himself... He doesn't speak often, but he can... And I know you're against acting in accordance with your demon instincts, but there's little pity to be had for any he... Abducts... Unlike my simple mind control, they cannot be liberated from his control... Not without death anyway...

"W-Wait... So... Volkraan might abduct anyone... Even us?" Corr looks a bit more nervous as he curls up on the bed thinking of what Volkraan might do if he has his own hands or.... Claws on him since he has two souls, plus not even close to his own demon instincts like Venoraux said.

Venoraux: *lets out a low growl, a forewarning sound* ... I'll kill him if he tries to abduct you or Henry... You belong to me, and I will not allow any other demons to steal from me...... *swings its tail around with foreboding intent* ... And what kind of caretaker would I be if I didn't try to keep those I find value in content? *shuts its eyes and lets out a rumbling sigh* ... I know you won't be content with my ideals, but for what I am providing, at least it's better than what Volkraan would do...

Corr sighs and then thought of how would this be good for making this city as a nest for Venoraux? It would be better if they could at least find a place for it that might be at least close to the city, not in it. But... It would be... A little nicer... If the buildings would get fixed up, have the colors in the sky again at least once a week, and.... Maybe teach Venoraux about the world what it's like that feels a bit relaxing. Corr was.... Actually slowly starting to get why Venoraux waited for so long to be out of Hell. If he was like Venoraux and stayed in Hell for so long, he'd want freedom too. "W-Well... That's true... Um... I-If... If maybe... Uh...." Corr looks to Venoraux shyly and nervously. "I mean... I know you're super humongous and might crush everything in your way, but.... I-I wanna share some visions with you that might be relaxing. I-If you'd like.... Besides... I might know some places that you might find a bit interesting."

Venoraux: *shakes its head slowly, but reaches over and runs its hand over his head surprisingly lightly* Your sentiment is adorable, boy... But I know what the world looks like... I know you want the condition of the city to be as you're used to it being in... And I know that in trying to understand me, you wish to compensate... But I assure you, years past were better times compared to what humans have become... My only government is that you respect me and avoid fratricide... That is as close to the simplicity of what I see as the peak of human life... Yes, surface life is lovely, but we both know of the stories people tell when they stray from city life and experience nature for what it is, and always has been, without human intervention... Sure, there are dangerous wild animals, but they are simply nature too... They come back, and if they endure more of nature's good elements, they usually prefer the simplicity of it over the mundane stressful conformity of today's civilization...

Corr eyes at Venoraux and then he slowly makes a pouty look at it as if Venoraux just took the words right out of his own mouth. "What are you? Mister smarty pants!? W-Well of course there's that! But... I-I was thinking about things you haven't seen yet since you came up here." As Corr was thinking about showing it images of cities, wonderful places he likes to go to, parks, and other interesting stuff that Corr was interested in showing Venoraux that he likes to do in the dreamscape since he's here. "I was thinking about showing you other places that I'd wanted to go to when I grew up." Corr felt that Venoraux was such a smarty pants just to make a point, but Corr was trying to explain that he wishes to show Venoraux the places that Corr wished to go when he was younger.

Venoraux: *gazes at him for a moment, before turning its head away with an almost amused snort* ... If you wish to show me more petite details, be my guest... You can bring all of what makes you happy together here... Either of us have free reign of this dream space, you need only imagine it......

"F-F-Fine..." Corr then tries to think of which place he hasn't been to in a long while... Or even a long time or wish to go to. Then he remembers the beach, the same beach that his mom always loved to go to and took him on vacations. Soon the dark void suddenly turns to the place he pictured it to be. They were still sitting on the bed but they were actually at the beach. They can actually smell the nice ocean smell, the breeze, the cool air, it's just like he remembered it to be. And by the beach was the city buildings and even the boardwalk where the local stores are where they can get items or food at. And all the way at the end of the beach were rides and they can see a ferris wheel. Then Corr's image was illusions of people actually enjoying the beach and people walking up and down the boardwalk while they were sitting on the bed. "This.... This place is Ocean City.... It's... It's my mom's favorite place to go.... And... The place where I spread her own ashes at as well...." Corr frowns. "Ever since she was gone, I never had a chance to come back here since my dad argues with me and... Well... Makes me feel miserable..." Corr looks around as he takes in the feeling of the ocean smell and breeze, it felt so relaxing to him that he wishes he can just have all this back.

Venoraux: *waves its tail around as it scans the scenery. It's funnily unfitting that such a sinister demon is in a nice place as this, but at least it's not repulsed* ... Well good thing he's gone now... And you can come back to this place whenever you wish... *turns its eyes down at him distantly, at the pendant in his chest* ... I'm sure your mother enjoys this sight as much as you, hmm?

Corr sighs. "Y-Yeah... She really loves it here... It sucks that the illness took her when she was just 49 years old. And... Heh... My freaking dad was what...? 71? Jesus... I was living with an old cranky man..." Corr smirked thinking how ridiculous it was wishing that his dad would die first instead of his own mom, and everything would be normal, but now.... Things just got a whole lot more horrible and scarier when he just met the devil itself.

Venoraux: Hmm... Seems life has been none too kind to you... And yet, you are very kind... *looks out at the ocean distantly, swaying its tail across the sand under them* But, your uncle seems to be a sufficient substitute for your mother, no? He is also very kind and dependable... He loves you dearly...

"Yeah.... Ever since mom passed... My dad turned into a huge dick... So... I kinda think of my uncle as like a foster dad so I can come over to his house more often, but... I never told him that." Corr lays on his back as he takes in the breeze just to relax as he closes his eyes. "Even when I try to be nice... I get treated differently. Ever since I was born... I get treated differently. I learn everything from my mom, but my dad... He's never around." Corr frowns. "When I went to elementary school, I liked to be part of the groups and play.... But..." Corr frowns sadly just thinking about the bad memories as the image starts to show as it appears right on the beach where Venoraux saw what appears to be a small younger version of Corr when he was 5 or 6 years old and the other groups of kids from the other playground. Venoraux can see younger Corr images while Corr was speaking about his past life while his eyes were closed. "When I tried to go and... Play with them, the groups of kids didn't want me around and told me to back off." Corr frowns sadly. "I even tried to see if I can ask for others... But... They all did the same. And they told me to "get lost, freak". I didn't do anything wrong... I just went somewhere until I cried, but then a teacher found me seeing me crying knowing that no one liked me." Corr felt a tiny tear escape as he tries to wipe it off. "B-B-But... But then... I had dreams about monsters and I started to draw, my mom saw how nice I did and thought maybe my uncle could give me some lessons since I was little. When I was in 5th grade... The teachers noticed how wonderful I was... But the other students... They... Well... They made fun of me since I was weak." Soon seeing the image of Corr getting bullied by the kids as they took his drawing book and started to rip up all his drawings he worked so hard on as the shreds fluttered on the floor. Then the kids pushed him to the door as they left him with all his ripped up drawings.

Venoraux: *watches the boy's memories unfold with a light throaty rumble, as though in thought, before looking back at Corr. It seems curious that he's gotten comfortable with confiding his past with it. It's not saying anything about it, more than willing to listen actually. Just because it's evil doesn't mean it's not a good listener. It just needed a willing talker... But after a moment, it moves its tail around to brush the spear of its tail under his cheek, almost... Well, since the tail has eyes and even looks akin to a dragon head, it almost looks like the tail is nuzzling him, like it actually is a head* ... They say you are weak... But the fact that you did not succumb to their berating and ridicule proves that you are strong... Hence I found value in you... Your soul is pure and strong, but don't think that what I say is only selfish... For it is true... You are strong... This fact proves that their abrasion to you failed... They made you meek, but that doesn't mean you are broken... Damaged, perhaps, but you are still intact...... Aforementioned, you died because of an accident... You tried to end yourself, but failed because of your love to your uncle... Your desire to stay with him and keep him happy... You tried to postpone your death... That takes more courage than going through with killing yourself... Enduring life, holding onto your compassion, no matter what happens... That is what makes you strong...

Corr slowly opens his eyes to Venoraux knowing that... It was pure words... So pure. How can a demon say something so nice...? Truly nice in fact that even when destroying a city, killing people, eating people and even... Hurting him while in Hell... Be this truly so... Kind? He felt like... He wanted to trust it, but... His other thoughts were telling him that it's wrong. But deep down... It was like 80% that Venoraux was actually not a bad guy. But the other percentages was that it still might be. God... He really feels like he wants to hug it for those kind words, but was too afraid if it might accept hugs or not. "T-Th... Thank you..." Corr weakly smiled as his own pendant started to glow bright knowing that his mom really loved the kind words Venoraux just gave to Corr.

Venoraux: *snorts at that, still baring its precarious fanged grin, and looks back out to the ocean* Hmph... Just because I'm a powerful demon dragon doesn't mean I don't know things... I understand human struggles, and what they tend to do when under pressure... What they can accomplish with help... Even help from the antithesis of a positive source...... As I told you that you're not the first I've tried to use as an anchor to get to the surface, you're also not the first I've given integral advice to... I've been a listener to other souls, I've tried to keep them stable... Mostly for my own gain, yes, but all in all, I've done what most would usually refuse to believe a creature like me to be capable of... And now that I've finally been rewarded with the fruits of my labors, I can be much more lax and lenient with it... I must keep said fruits healthy, no?

Corr sighs as he rubs the back of his head as he... Kinda understands what Venoraux meant. "I... I guess... Um... So... H-Hey? What will happen to the soldiers? Will you let them go freely, oooorrrr?" Corr curls up thinking Venoraux might try to eat them up or just.... Well... Hypnotize them as its followers.

Venoraux: *goes quiet for a moment in thought, staring out into the illusory horizon. It's been mostly still aside from its head and tail* ......... They'll not be allowed to threaten my nest...... I can allow them to keep their own will, if they defect from their orders to relay information to the rest of the military...... They'll not be punished if the military decides to carry out an attack if the group here did not give them an okay...

"W-W-Well maybe we can try to explain it to them so they won't attack. I mean... Are they awake or asleep? I'm curious if my uncle or anyone is asleep right now..." Corr was wondering if anyone was asleep right now so they can jump over so that they can see if anyone is alright.

Venoraux: *inclines its head with a light hiss* ... They are asleep... A day has passed by now... And I can determine if they enter this dreamscape... *sways its tail around, and soon the others start appearing with them. The beach landscape is still here, while Corr's visions of his past of being bullied have faded away*

Henry: *blinks his eyes and looks around in wonder, before noticing the bed before him with Corr and the large demon sitting upon it* Corr! *moves to get over to the bed, smiling seeing he's alright*

"U-Uncle!" Corr smiled as he gets off the bed so he can hug Henry. His uncle must be awfully worried wondering where he was but he felt a bit bad thinking about all those negative thoughts that might have trapped him in the void thanks to Venoraux that.... Amazingly saved him.

Henry: *hugs him closely with a smile, glad to see him alright. And with Venoraux no less!* Glad to see you okay, bud... *rubs his head with concern, also happy that this dreamscape does seem to be a reliable place to return to their human selves. He then looks up at Venoraux with wonder, curious why it's just sitting there on the bed facing the horizon* ... Have you been okay with, uh... This guy?

Corr looks to Henry, then Venoraux, then to Henry once more as he nods. "Y-Yeah... It... It helped me with my stress... And... Got me something..." Corr pulls out what he lost a long time ago as it was the music box that has a wooden shaped owl on top of it. "Ever since I stayed on the surface... It said it went to see my dad for the punishment he did, so... Well... I got this back. Then... We talked... I..." Corr looks to Venoraux as he never felt a bit better knowing that a demon would actually make him feel.... Happy? Corr looks to Henry with a light smile. "I talked to it of how I feel and took it to this place where my mom loved to go.... And... Well... It... It's not that bad actually..." Corr timidly smiled. "Heheh... I-I know that's really weird coming from me, I-I thought that I would be scared and running from it, but... If you had the chance to actually talk to it.... Venoraux is... Not that bad." Corr thinks it was ridiculous for what he was saying and even his uncle might think Venoraux might have had him under its own control or something.

Henry: *wears a thoughtful gaze as he looks at the demon, who's back is to the two and only the tail is slinking around slowly. He decides to pace around the bed to see Venoraux better, becoming a little nervous when it turns its crimson gaze down at him. The demon is still as dangerous and imposing as ever, but even he can feel that it's relaxed for now* ... So... You talked with Corr, huh? And... Made him feel... Better?

Venoraux: ...... I did ease his melancholy, yes...

Henry: ... *turns to look out to the ocean, feeling the breeze and light ocean spray, feeling the... Surprisingly warm sun* ... Didn't think you could emulate condolence and the like...

Venoraux: ... Demons of greater intellect are not as typical as you may think... There are more animalistic ones of us, but that is not all of what we are...

Henry: ... I guess that's what allows for you to be among the more powerful demons?

Venoraux: Indeed... The same holds true for humans, does it not? The smarter you are, the more sufficient you are capable of leading your life to be...

Henry: Hmm... I guess you're right... So that also means you know how to treat things. How to keep them in good condition.

Venoraux: If I didn't, they wouldn't last long...

Corr went up to Venoraux and Henry as he slowly crawls back into bed with Venoraux to be a tiny bit comfortable and also hoping that Henry would actually know that Venoraux is not what it appears to be as it seems. "Um... H-Hey? Wanna explain to Henry about Volkraan?" Corr looks to his uncle. "It's the big giant dragon that Venoraux was fighting with when that larger demon came out from under your house..." As Corr tries to explain who Volkraan was.

Henry: *looks back at Corr in wonder* Volkraan?

Venoraux: *nods slowly* Another Hell demon dragon... Unlike me, he's more of the typical black-hearted demons... Much more vulgar and entitled... He can also turn others to his brood, but... His victims cannot be saved, but by death...

Henry: *furrows his brows with concern* ... I guess that means we should avoid him then...

Venoraux: I'll not allow you to be abducted by him...... I'll just say, don't let him taste your blood... It's how he determines if you're worth tampering with...

Henry: *frowns uneasily* Why, what does he do?

Venoraux: If he's interested in the quality of your blood, he'll try to infect you with his own, through his tendrils... His blood acts as a virus, spreading throughout your body and turning you into his being...

Henry: ......... He turns people... Into dragons?

Venoraux: *nods ominously* ... His two servants can't do this, but they can still kill, and they might decide to bring you to him if you can't get away... *looks down at the two* But you two have safeguards... One is that you have my energy fueling you, so his blood should have no effect... Two, in being demons, you are stronger, and may be able to fight off his servants... He and they are fast creatures, however, so it's advised for you to simply avoid getting his attention to begin with... And especially keep your friends away from him... *looks away back to the horizon* ... I can ration my own energy to them if you wish, but that would mean transforming them into demonic bodies as well... I doubt you nor they would appreciate that, regardless the safeguard...

Corr frowns as he looks to Henry unsure of the idea... But he was curious if Paul might want to have a say in this. "Um... Is... Is it alright if Paul would come here? I think he would like a say in this.... A-And even Mark... Cause we don't want them to be left out of the news..." Corr frowns thinking it'll be awful if they end up waking up to find out that they just turned into monsters. They would have the same feeling as he and Henry have.

Venoraux: *inclines its head for a moment, before gesturing a clawed hand to the side, as if to summon the two other humans into the dreamscape. They look confused suddenly appearing in the surreal space*

Mark: Uh... What's going on? Where are we? *sees Henry, Corr, and... A scary demon there... He doesn't recognize the monster as Venoraux. Last he saw it, it was a gigantic two-headed dragon*

Henry: *waves over at the two with a sheepish smirk* Hi, guys...

Paul looked confused until he saw Henry and Corr with.... Venoraux. He looked unsure of what was going on as he makes his way over to them. "Henry? Corr...? What the hell happened? And... Corr, you alright? I remember when you were not looking so well when we just got into Venoraux's mouth as if you were sick, you doing alright, man?" Paul was worried if Corr was ok. "Y-Yeah... I'm fine... But... You might not believe me when I say... Uh... Heheh... Uh... V-Venoraux is... Not what it seems...." Corr sheepishly smiled. Paul looks a bit weirded out as he looks to Corr dumbfoundedly as if looking at a headless chicken. "Uh... Wha?" "W-Well... Venoraux helped me with my deep depression until it brought me this..." Corr shows Paul the music box that his mom gave him as a gift. Paul studied it until he remembers something. "Was.... Was this the one that..." "Yeah...." Paul looks at the music box as he weakly smiled. "This really means a lot, huh...?" Corr nods as he holds it close. Paul sighs as he looks over to Henry, then to Venoraux as he was curious of what the hell was going on. "So.... Care to explain what's going on?"

Henry: Well... *rubs the back of his head as he leans against the bed, glancing over to watch Venoraux's tail wave around slowly* Apparently that blue dragon is what we should really be concerned about... And uh, our only real safeguard is... If... Venoraux turns us into demons...

Mark: Whoa-whoa-whoa-wait-wait... *gestures his hands in a stopping manner* Turn us into demons?? Wouldn't that just put us under its control?

Venoraux: Would you rather be under the other dragon's control? He who wouldn't care for your wellbeing as I would?

Mark: How am I supposed to believe that you care for us?? You're a demon too!

Henry: Mark, please! *looks more nervous as he looks at Venoraux meekly*

Venoraux: Is what I am supposed to hold significance? I've no reason to lie when I've already achieved my goal... Disregarding the friends of my talismans would make them resent me, which would make it more troublesome to keep them as my anchors...

Mark: Anchors? What, you can't just stay up here when you get up here? You need something to keep you here?

Venoraux: Correct...

Mark: And why should I believe you? Demons lie, even if you say you don't have to.

Venoraux: *sighs with a deep guttural rumble* ... If anything, being turned into a demon by me would be much less painful than being turned into a dragon by Volkraan, at least...

Mark: Who's Volkraan?

Henry: Ah, that blue dragon, evidently...

Mark: *looks between Corr, Henry, and Venoraux, trying to comprehend the proposal here, and sighs deeply as he runs his hands through his hair. He doesn't want to be turned into anything, especially if it might corrupt his will to choose against basically being an underling to either demon*

Paul looks at Mark seeing he was having a hard time to take all this info in. But then had that thought of if Corr can actually spare Mark. "Hey, Corr? Did you by any chance ask Venoraux to spare Mark?" Corr perks up as he smiled. "Yes! Venoraux agreed and even said no harm would be on the military soldiers too.... But.... Uh... If they try to bring an army here or anything else to cause harm... Well... It's up to Venoraux to decide on that idea... Cause... Um... It doesn't like it if the soldiers have to report it to the military." Corr hugs the pillow. "Ah.... Of course." Paul looks at Mark. "Well... Good news is that at least Venoraux gets to spare you and even might tell the other dragon buddies to leave you alone now since Corr told it." As Paul thought since Corr might be the only person that can ask Venoraux's permission to spare anyone to leave them alone and not even harm them plus might even give them free will so they won't be Venoraux's followers.

Mark: *crosses his arms in thought, trying to let himself understand that these may be the only options for them. Become demons to be safe from Volkraan, or not and only Venoraux's command can keep its own brood at bay, but not Volkraan. And the military isn't permitted to launch an attack either. Like... Venoraux is looking out for its nest. If it were to be attacked, it may stay to protect it. They still don't know just how powerful it is, but anything is less likely to stand their ground if they know they have no chance to withstand an attack... It must be confident, and thus sure, that it can protect its nest in any case... How can they be sure that Venoraux will really safeguard them, even if it is just to keep its "talismans" happy with the assurance that they'll be safe if they trust it? How can they be sure that it's for sure not keeping anything in the dark from them? Stereotypically, demons are want to keep secrets to themselves*

Venoraux: I tell you all you need to know, human...

Mark: *flinches at the demon's dark voice, leering at it suspiciously* ... Did you just...

Venoraux: This is a surreal space, where your mind is free to wander... And thus, your thoughts are not as subliminal as they normally are...

Mark: *frowns at that* ... Then there's no point in trying to think to myself then... Cause that's not an invasion of privacy.

Venoraux: Only to those who are here... Besides, who are we going to announce your concerns to? No one here has ideas much different from yours...

Henry: *scratches his head* I mean... It's not far wrong, Mark... I'm still suspicious that there's more Venoraux could tell us, but... *looks over at the large demon* Methinks asking is only to sate our curiosity. And if it really concerns us, it'll tell us outright... Right?

Venoraux: ... If it's to keep you content, you are correct...

"So if we're going to get turned into demons... Or... Whatever... We'll still be ourselves, right?" Paul crossed his arms hoping that at least they can still be themselves like how Henry and Corr were themselves since they were both demons in their own forms.

Venoraux: Indeed...

Henry: ... I'm going to guess it's permanent though...

Venoraux: Correct...

Henry: *gains a distant look as he moves to sit on the bed, crossing his arms* ...... So... If our anchorage to you were to be broken, what would happen?

Venoraux: ... You and Corr would succumb to death once again... As you were brought back to life with my energy... If that source is severed from you, that is the debt...

Henry: ... Debt?

Venoraux: It's against the law of living to be resurrected via necromancy... If it's to be passable, there must be a debt to maintain the resurrected life... You cannot be brought back as simply as you were... The afterlife has claimed your souls, so to return to the living world warrants you to have some lease of sorts...

Henry: ... That being the necromancer from said afterlife, or afterlife realm, a la Hell, to reside with us? And us to be in your power?

Venoraux: *turns an eerie grin at him* Clever man...

Mark: *holds a fist to his mouth in thought, trying to keep up with all this afterlife baloney. Spiritual stuff is really confusing, especially when demons tend to talk so cryptically* ... So what does it mean for us? If you turn us into demons, and we haven't died, what happens to us?

Venoraux: ... You'll be cursed to remain in the body of demons...

Mark: *huffs* Alright... You know that's kinda the deal breaker...

Venoraux: Choose what you wish... *waves a hand dismissively. It's their choice if they don't want its protection, and they're not tied to any debt*

Paul was in deep thought about this decision, and even having to take all this info in as well. They'll have to be cursed forever to be permanently demons cause they haven't died yet like how Corr and Henry died. But although he doesn't even know what kinda type of demon he'll be as when he wakes up, will he fly? Be strong like Henry? Run faster? He'll be more useful to help Henry and Corr out on the plus side... If he stays human... Volkraan might try to kill him if he doesn't take the offer now. He thinks Mark might not take it, but.... Paul knows that it might be worth a shot... Who knows....? It's like waking up becoming something from the 'X-men'. "Hmmm.... Well... It... Seems stupid and crazy since I know there might be survivors still hiding around the city and we're still looking for Ema.... So.... *sigh* ..." Paul raises his hand. "Eh... Why not.... I'll give it a shot..." Paul shrugs. Corr's eyes widen in awe knowing that Paul was actually going to do it. "P-Paul, you sure!?" "Eh... Yeah... I might wake up looking like Wolverine or maybe the beast from 'X-men' or something~" Paul smirks. Corr giggled thinking Paul was still his cocky self even in this kind of situation.

Henry: ...... Now I'm curious, but... Why can't I... Talk, in my demon body?

Venoraux: ... Unfortunately, it's just something the oil damage retained... Plus, since you no longer have lips, you wouldn't be able to utter cohesive words properly...

Henry: Hmm... But, I felt fine when I first woke up in that pentagram. Does that mean that you... Healed my body before I came back?

Venoraux: I did...

Henry: So then shouldn't the damage in my throat have been healed too?

Venoraux: Only your major injuries were healed...

Henry: But... I could still talk fine at first too...

Venoraux: Not for long, I assure you...

Henry: Why not?

Venoraux: You still had fumes in your lungs that would have irritated your windpipe, and paralyzed your voicebox...

Henry: *blinks and frowns* ... Really? So... Being turned into a demon...

Venoraux: Prevented the fumes from having an effect, but it still stunted the muscles in your diaphragm... Thus now you can only so much as growl and grunt and roar and hiss...

Henry: Hmm... I guess that makes sense... *sighs lowly and looks over at Mark, seeing he still looks deep in thought*

Corr frowns as he looks to Henry then to Venoraux if there was any chance that they can communicate with each other if they ever wake up. "Um... V-Venoraux? Is there any way that my uncle can actually communicate if he has that kinda problem? I mean... What if he explains something important that we can't understand, there's gotta be a way to communicate with Henry..." Corr frowns thinking since if Henry was stuck as a huge monster and if he can't talk, there has to be a way around it. Like maybe talking to Henry telepathically through the mind or something that they can understand him.

Venoraux: You should be able to understand the vocalization that is guttural rumblings... It seems you just haven't been listening... Like understanding that when a dog growls in certain ways, they are conveying different meanings... Teeth baring and ears pinned back usually is an angry warning, while bowing with the tail wagging is usually playful... Other dogs can communicate with these noises even without the body language... Demon growling is a mixture of the perceivable noise and secondary speech... Humans have a propensity to hear things from indistinguishable sounds. Among demons, they are speaking words, while to a normal human, this only sounds like grunts and snorts... You just need to train yourself to identify and hear correctly what they mean.

Henry: Teh, so it's just another language...

Venoraux: Which being in the bodies of demons, you should know innately... Repeat this as a test. *looks over at them and lets out a short guttural grunt, that sounds more like a common burp, but... To Henry and Corr in some subconscious vocabulary, it sounds more like it said "human"*

Corr was kind of a bit confused when it was hearing growls but actually caught something in the growling. "Um... I-I think I almost caught you said something.... But... I only got was... 'Hum'.... But... I kinda remember when Henry was with me, I... Kinda thought he said my name when he was growling once." Corr looks to both Henry and Venoraux thinking back when Henry tried to communicate as a beast. But Corr was curious if it was the pendant that was giving him the hard time to actually communicate like a demon.

Henry: Mmm... Human?

Venoraux: *nods* Like hearing words clearly when one has an accent.

Henry: Huh... Like Texans maybe, or some southerner. If their accent is heavy, it can be hard to understand, but to another southerner, it's the accent they're used to. So... This growling is just the demonic accent?

Venoraux: Essentially. And you know the accent, you just need to train your ears to hear the words correctly...

Henry: Huh... And I'm guessing I can't really talk with the accent outside of my demon body, right?

Venoraux: *smiles mysteriously, saying nothing*

Corr wasn't really good with understanding accents or languages as he hugs the pillow thinking he might not be very good at it or he might not even understand Henry if they wake up when Henry tries to talk to him or even tries to train him to understand on how to understand the demon language of those... Growls. Paul was kinda interested to understand the demon language but since he's human he didn't get it, but if he was, he might actually learn some.

Henry: Hmm... *looks over at the other two in thought* ... So... Paul's down to... Be a demon... What say you, Mark? Wanna be part of the family? *deadpans*

Mark: *looks at him shrewdly, but can tell it's not a rhetorical question. He looks down at the sandy beach ground in more thought. This is permanent... Even if Venoraux were to somehow be sent back to Hell, he'll still be a demon, whereas Henry and Corr would die again... He just takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment, before looking at Paul. Maybe he can stay with him in this whole deal at the very least* ...... I... Guess I wouldn't mind being a dragon...

Paul sighs deeply feeling a bit of relief knowing that Mark actually decided to join him, at least he's not going to do this alone. "Heh, I thought I might be the only one doing it..." Paul weakly smiled. Corr lays down on the bed looking at Mark and Paul knowing that they were both going to become demons. "You sure you wanna do this, Mark? It's gonna be permanent, you know... J-Just don't wanna worry you..." Corr just wants to make sure if Mark had any second thoughts before Venoraux decides on turning them into demons.

Mark: *sighs deeply as he slouches his head over the head post of the bed, locking his hands together atop the headboard. He feels like he's going to regret this* ...... Well... If nothing else... Maybe being one of them will make things a little easier in this nest...

Venoraux: *looks over at the two with a foreboding guttural rumble, before moving to stand from the bed as everything fades out, returning to a black void, and the large demon paces over to the two slowly. It looks so big and deadly towering over them with such a sinister air, an aura of death surrounding it by nature... It causes the two humans to cower from it by instinct. They only stand as tall as up to its knees...*

Henry: *frowns nervously at the monster's advance, pulling Corr into his arms as though to shield him from something* Wh-what are you doing?

Venoraux: Giving them my energy... Submission alone does not grant them protection... *lifts its hands and cages its claws around the two, the innate fear of being inches from death making the two freeze. It's pointless to try running, it's pointless to try fighting... There's nothing for them to do, but stand there. Within a moment, the two begin to produce a black haze around their bodies, and an energy seems to keep them from even reacting*

*in the waking world, the two sleep huddled against the others in a bundle hovering in the middle of Venoraux's mouth, before something starts happening to them... Unconsciously, they shift and tense as they start growing in size, the color of their flesh shifting and they even start growing extra appendages... Paul sprouts large wings from his back and a slender tail from the end of his spine, while Mark also grows a stout spiky tail and his arms become large wings, like a wyvern, his hands reshaping from 5-fingered human hands to 3-clawed dragon hands. The bodies of the two become big and muscular, limiting the space in the mouth for the group. The military humans probably won't appreciate waking up to being surrounded by a bunch of large bulky demons, but even still there's a few feet left between them and the glowing red teeth. It's getting pretty cramped though*

Corr looks over to Henry feeling him hugging him as he leans in close to him from the hug. He was a bit worried of what Venoraux might do to Paul and Mark so that it will change them into... Demons to survive. Paul was ready, but seeing how Venoraux looked to be more... Bigger and surrounding him and Mark with its own claws. He felt like he wanted to double think this idea. But it was too late anyway, he knows about how awful rituals, curses, and all sorts they might put through people, but this was far different. It was like he'll become a werewolf, except he'll turn into a demon, but permanently. He chose this just so he can actually learn about demons, so... It was his choice, and maybe he can try to tutor Corr on how to speak demon and all the stuff since he was slow. Paul tries to close his own eyes to avoid getting a bit scared from Venoraux's intimidating mischievous look and try to get used to feeling the energy that Venoraux was giving him as it was seeping into his own body.

Venoraux: *its grin turns darker as the two are consumed with its energy, and it moves its large hands around slowly, only to curl its claws around them while the haze remains on them. It then causes them a bit of pain as they groan and grimace as the claws constrict them. It's like a physical image of if someone said "the darkness has them in its clutches", because now it actually does... Venoraux keeps the two squeezed in its deadly hands as the black haze absorbs into their bodies, latching onto their souls, but... It starts to feel almost like a bizarrely pleasant embrace, like just the right temperature. Soon, the dark haze is completely harbored inside of them, leaving them knocked out, in which Venoraux loosens its grip, only enough to let them relax. It then picks them up in its claws and turns to bring them back to the bed, laying them down upon it to let them sleep*

Henry: *keeps Corr hugged in his arms as he gazes at the two. It feels wrong to know that they too now belong to the demon, but they chose this... They are now one of them...*

Corr frowns a bit knowing that it feels wrong to see Paul suffered a bit when he was trying to hang on, but it looked like he was... Embracing it knowing that he chose this since he wanted to do it in the first place so that he can maybe stay with him and Henry. Corr and Henry move aside so that Paul and Mark can have the room on the bed so that they can rest, but Corr felt so guilty just seeing them like this. Corr looks up to Venoraux with a worried look on his face. "Um... W-Will... Will they be ok?" Corr said in an unsure voice.

Venoraux: ... They'll be fine... Just as you two retain your human bodies in this space, they do as well...

Henry: ... So then it's just they're demons when we wake up?

Venoraux: *simply nods and waves its tail* Though... You should awaken soon, and allow them to feed... Being in new bodies, they are newborns, and must be hungry... Wouldn't want them looking at your military friends with hungry eyes, would we...?

Henry: *frowns with concern* They would do that?

Venoraux: Just as you were tempted to consume the bulco I offered... Any meat is enticing, whether you'd want to admit it or not... They would be no different...

Henry: ......... *sighs lowly* Well... Let's wake up then and get them something to eat...

Corr frowns sadly. "Y-Yeah... I don't want the military to get any bad ideas.... And I don't want Paul and Mark to start looking at the military group as the first food they spot." Corr looks to Henry in worry thinking they gotta wake up first before the rest do so that they can get them outta there until the military wakes up.

Henry: *nods and looks at Venoraux, only for everything to start fading out. The next thing they know is they wake up to the sight of two more dragons huddled up with them. One is actually about the size of a bulco, so there's less space in the mouth now... Henry lets out a low groan as he shifts and looks around at the others, blinking his eyes trying to identify which of the new dragons is who. They must be Paul and Mark, but which one's which?*

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As Corr was sleeping, he woke up, but this time... He was back in his own bedroom, almost like he had another nightmare all over again. But for some odd reason, it felt all too real. Corr slowly sits up from his bed as he examines the room, his room looks the same, his clothes look the same as well, soon he tries to get out of bed and tries to head out of his royal room to see if anyone was still around, even his own dad and everyone else for that matter. As he got changed from his night clothes to his day clothes, he came out of his room but no sign of servants as he starts to walk down the hallway. The place seems.... Dead quiet. Corr looks into the other rooms, the kitchen, the spare rooms, the garden, even other rooms but strangely.... No one... Was here. "Dad.....? Allison......? Sammy.....? Wally....? Anyone....!?" Corr called out as he walks down the hallway, but sadly... No one returned his call. He was alone in the castle, not even a guard in sight. "Where is everyone...?" Corr frowns.

*the halls and corridors and rooms are all vacant, even outside is unsettlingly deserted. Though, nothing is damaged. When he ventures outside, it's still as peaceful as nature can be in the garden, but no doubt the loneliness isn't peaceful at all for the meek boy. But he's not alone. He's being watched by something from above... Nothing abnormal in the sky, but it feels like something's there*

Corr frowns sadly knowing that whenever he calls the people's names, including Henry's name as well, no one returned his call, he felt so alone. Corr sits outside by the garden next to the fountain as he can only hear the quietness of no people being around. Was he still dreaming? Or did something awful happen to the people that he cares for? He felt so sad and alone as he lowered his head knowing that he missed the people that make him happy and sometimes make them happy as well. He.... He wishes he was home.

*the dark presence being felt lingers in place for a moment before fading, but only to reappear closer to where he sits, on the other side of the fountain. A large black head peeks around the edge of the pillar as a large clawed hand holds onto the pillar. It pulls back to be concealed behind the pillar when Corr looks back*

Corr was thinking about where did everyone go, until he slowly looks up to see something across the fountain. It looks a bit big, dark, but also hiding behind the pillar as well. He didn't like the looks of it but he tries not to move, if he tries to run, it might try to run after him. But if he holds still where he is... It might come after him.... Right? Corr was just looking over where this.... Whatever this creature was. If it tries to come near him, he might try to change his mind and run into the castle to lock the door.

*as he sits there, the thing doesn't seem to appear again, but behind his back slowly rises a long stalk with a spear on the end, like a serpent, and before he can react, it swiftly coils around him binding his arms and lifts him from the ground*

"A-AAAHH!?" Corr panicked as he struggles and flails to get this strange black binding off of him, but frightening that it lifts him off the ground as he was kicking nothing but air itself. It feels like he was back in that awful dream again like his own nightmare never ends. "G-Gah! Let me go! Let go of me!"

*he then hears dark scary chuckling as a big black creature rises from a hazy shadow on the ground, rising up baring two large horns on its head, four mean looking eyes, and... A wide fanged grin. It pulls itself up to show its size, baring huge claws and... A long tail. That which is coiled around him... The creature growls lowly in amusement at his struggling, holding him up to its level and looking him over*

Corr looks at his own worst nightmare in horror knowing that he was in the grip of the awful black dragon. Corr was scared, frightened, and even saddened that he didn't want any of this. He wished to escape the monster that tried to get its own hands on him for all these years, and now.... It finally has caught him. For 5 years... It caught him, he doesn't even know what this nightmare might do to him, will it eat him, torture him, kill him, what does it want from him? Corr's own tears fell from his own face as he just wants to close his own eyes wishing that everything was just.... A stupid nightmare like everything was.

demon: *tilts its head with a low hiss, and moves a hand up to brush a large claw across Corr's cheek to catch the tears, the small bit of water glistening upon the talon's surface. The monster almost looks curious of him, as its head somehow levitates over its collar*

Corr has his own eyes closed but then... Felt something or even someone wipe the tear off his own face. He slowly open his eyes sadly, but then saw the large claws as if... It was being gentle. Corr was awfully scared to even look at the monster that has haunted him for so long now while he was being coiled in its own tail. He was even nervous to talk to it.

demon: *gives a short grunt before moving Corr closer to it, pressing his chest against its cheek as it holds a large hand against his back, shutting its eyes, as if to listen to his heartbeat. Strange behavior for something so deadly, but it's obviously not a simple or impulsive creature*

Corr clenched his eyes shut when it pulled him closer, but then as he felt like it was... Well... Actually felt like it was resting its own head against his chest, he peeks his eyes open until he actually witnessed that this.... Strange demon looking creature.... Was... Resting its own head against his own chest as its large claws were right behind him. But also... Its own eyes were closed and relaxed, was this the same demonic dragon that he always encountered in his nightmares for 5 haunting years? It... Didn't look like it was gonna kill him.... For now at least. "U-Uh.... W-What... Um... You're.... You're not.... Gonna eat me.... Right?" Corr frowns as he looks at the creature hoping that this demon creature might spare him since... Well... Seems like it looks like it actually wants to hear his own heartbeat.

demon: *doesn't respond for a moment, just listening to the subtle thumping of the boy's heart. It's not like it hasn't heard this sound before, but coming from its offspring, it's like a parent reuniting with its young after so long. Soon it opens its eyes and pulls away, keeping him wrapped in its tail* ... If I wanted to eat you, I wouldn't have spared you in the first place, boy... *it speaks with a voice so deep and dark and demonic, but also alluringly smooth. This monster doesn't seem to be of the particularly volatile variety*

Corr looked surprised that... It actually spoke to him. "You... You can speak...?" Corr was stunned as he can actually understand its own words fluently since he was its offspring. But he had no idea that it can speak ever since he had nightmares of it for 5 years. "Then... W-What do you want from me...? I keep having the nightmares of you over and over again for almost 5 long years from now. Why....? Why do you keep haunting me!?" Corr frowns at the demonic dragon being hoping he can get answers.

demon: ... I only had such a bond with you, that I could find your subconscious... But you kept hiding from me... I only wanted you back... *moves Corr from being wrapped in its tail to being held in its hand, and then turns to pace through the garden with its long serpentine tail swaying around languidly. But what does it mean by wanting him back?*

Corr finally has his arms free but then was in the demon's large hand as he looks up to it worriedly like he doesn't get why he was so important to this... Strange demonic dragon. "Bond? But... What do you mean you want me back? I don't have anything.... What is it that I have that you want?" Corr looks up at the demon with a confused and worried look that he doesn't even understand what was going on.

demon: ... You have my essence... *looks down at him ominously as they go through a path in the garden, fairly tall pleasant trees and low bushes on either side, and the walkway paved with gravel and mortar. Though its dangerous grin seems to hint at some shady business having happened in the past* Were you ever told of what your father did in the past, for your benefit? It involved me...

Corr frowns when the demon mentions that he has its essence. It was impossible, let alone that he seems to be too pure to have the essence of a demonic dragon that is so... Evil. It can't be true... Unless he was cursed by this awful dragon. But then Corr frowns even more when this monster mentions about his dead father. "N-No.... He never mentioned anything... We were just..." Corr frowns even more sadly until everything clicks in his head. His ruined kingdom, his dead parents, everyone dead beside him... Gone... All cause.... Of this.... Demon. Corr looks up to the demon dragon with stun... But also.... Hate. "You.... Did.... D-Did you.... Destroy the kingdom that I lived in... And... My parents!?" Corr's eyes started to fill up in tears thinking of his mom dying in the hands of the monster that killed her. And he was in the hands of... The monster that killed her right now.

demon: Is it not obvious~? *curls its claws around Corr's body with a vile grin to keep him from struggling, but the grip isn't too tight* You belong to me, boy... Your parents wanted a child, but couldn't on their own accord, so your father came to me and asked for a child of great potency... They wanted you to be a strong leader, but I wasn't going to just hand out my essence so generously...

Corr glares at the demon thinking it was lying as he didn't wanna accept that the demon's words were true. His own mother loved him so much, even loved him to death, plus his own dad never mentioned anything about the dragon when he was so young. Corr tries to struggle out of the demon's large hands, but it was difficult to get free. "H-How would you know!? You never knew my parents like I knew them!" Corr glares at the demon angrily knowing that he had a strong connection with his mom since his father went out a lot, but he spent more time with his mom in the kingdom. She always told him that when he was born, she wanted a baby to love and even have a family to grow with. Corr was proud to call her a mother.... But... She was gone... And that monster took her away from him.

demon: *chuckles darkly* I didn't need to know them. They simply asked, and I gave, but they didn't think to look at the "fine print"... *tilts its head at him in thought* I would have spared your kingdom, if you'd simply been given back to me... But your parents were... Determined, to keep you away from me... What you really are... No being of such potential should be suppressed for all their days. That is what I aim to do with you...

Corr frowns sadly just thinking of his own parents sacrificing their own lives and even their own kingdom.... Just to save him.... They really did care for him. Since he was 8 years old at the time from that awful accident, he had no clue when he was a child until now today... But now.... What will this demon do to him now since it has him? "Just... What are you planning on doing to me? I'm here.... And I don't want any other kingdoms getting destroyed or harmed in any way cause of me..." Corr frowns at the demon.

demon: ... I'll make you mine... Enthralled with me as your parent... In return, I'll spare whatever you wish... *paces through the garden until they reach a small park area, where they sometimes come to to enjoy the nights. The skies are commonly beautiful and peaceful full of stars at night*

Corr frowns awfully sadly as if he feels like he was now captured and in the clutches of a monster that was going to be..... His parent. It feels.... Strange, alien, odd, but mostly... Scary. He really wishes to go home where his own step-father is right now to be into his own arms, and even where Allison is now too. She was like another version of a mom but just a nanny in a way, he really misses having a mom. Corr felt sad and defeated as he looks to the demon with the saddest expression. "I.... I-I want... My step-father.... Henry.... To be safe... A-And even Allison as well...." Corr frowns sadly as a small tear flows down his cheek thinking that he might not see them again if he's stuck in the monster's clutches and be forever its own.

demon: *growls lowly with a smooth sway of its tail, before loosening its claws around him, but keeps him held in its hand* ... Very well, they'll not be harmed... But the you of me can no longer be dormant... *a slender tendril then grows out from its chest between the ribs, curving in an S shape like a snake, before it moves to stab into Corr's chest, grasping his heart. It hurts, and the dream space suddenly washes into a blood red mess of the once pleasant surroundings, everything looking like a painting having had water spilled over it and bleeding down to make smeared and disheveled visuals. Like blood itself was just splashed into this subconscious reality. It seems to convey the feeling of paralytic pain, horror, and dread. It's even hard for Corr to breathe as the demon's tendril grasps the feeble organ, but... He can't wake up. Nor can he die... The demon's fanged smile only remains as a sinister one as it moves the tendril to pull the boy's heart out of his body... But yet, he still doesn't die, or even lose consciousness. Is the demon doing this? Controlling the dreamscape to act in accordance to its wishes?* ... And you will not be against me...

Corr was in pain, a lot of pain in his own heart. Since the demon ripped his own heart out that he knew was the most important thing he had that made him human, he felt.... Inhuman.... Just looking at the monster that took his heart away made him feel weak, scared, little, and powerless. He was starting to feel shaken that all his own love and feelings were all inside his own heart that make him.... Himself. But this... Demon... Took it away from him like a toy... Like it was nothing. Now it was its own tool to know that it can show Corr that he won't go up against it if it has his own heart. But... How could he.... If he felt so weak... In pain... And suffering. He even can't move knowing how hurt he was when the demon did this to him.

demon: *holds the bleeding, beating heart snared in the tendril like a net, and then retracts it to absorb the heart into its own body. It now holds Corr's heart captive in its own body, and it lets out a low hiss at his powerless posture, laying helpless in its hand. But having done this, it's as though Corr is still connected to his heart in the demon's chest, and it's a strange feeling. It almost feels like a telepathic sensation, like his heart is relieved of the pain, and slowly starts beating normally. The demon lifts its other hand and brushes the tip of a claw across Corr's forehead, brushing his hair aside, before wiping the tears away... This strange feeling comes from the touches, like a parent grooming their child. And... He likes it?*

Corr frowns sadly but still the emptiness was still there, it felt like he got nothing in his own chest anymore, but for some odd reason... He can actually feel the connection to his heart from inside of the demon. Was the demon doing this? But still... It got a hold of his heart, and if anything happens to the demon, happens to himself as well. But then... Starts to feel the demon grooming him as it was brushing his hair and even wiping his own tears away. It... It feels so weird... But deep down, it was.... Too insane and crazy for him to believe all this. He needs to find a way to get outta here, and even get back home.

demon: You'll see, boy... I'll make you a powerful predator, and leader. Just as your father wanted... You'll be able to defend your kingdom from anything, and provide sufficiently for all... Joey told you true about your more... Remedial powers... And we'll teach them to you... *the surroundings then slowly start to reshape back to their original scenery, the illusory blurred perception pulling back to more recognizable shapes, and even the colors fade back to what they're supposed to be... But that strange feeling is still in him. A child-like feeling of imprinting on the demon, and somewhat comfort in it...*

Corr's eyes widen when the demon mentioned Joey. Joey.... He thought that nothing will hurt him, he thought that nothing will happen to him, and all this time.... Joey..... Joey lied to him. Corr's eyes begin to tear up once more as he curls up in the demon's hand as he felt sad... But also angry at Joey, for lying and also... Lying about everything to him that wasn't true. And maybe he was the one that kidnapped him to bring him into this place. If he ever sees Joey again, he'll just... Just.... He just doesn't wanna see his face or even hear his own lies again. He can't take much more of this. Corr whimpers in the demon's hand as he didn't wanna do this, he didn't wanna train, all he wants.... Was to go home.

demon: *gives a deep rumble as it brings him closer and presses him against its chest, some force in him almost forcing him to remain still and just soak up the demon's embrace. It feels like there's some spirit latched onto him making him be like this, but... It doesn't feel like he's out of his own control either. But while laying against the demon's chest, he can hear a subtle thumping. A heartbeat... And still it elicits that strange feeling of a bond, whether Corr really likes it or not. He's the demon's child, and it doesn't seem to be as liberal as that of a mortal bond between parent and child. This almost feels like a shackle, and yet, it also doesn't*

As the demon puts him close to its own chest, it kinda feels like this demon was trying to... Actually comfort him. Corr rests his head to the demon's chest, but also can actually hear the heartbeat. Was it the demon's heart or was it his own heart still inside the cursed demon? But just... Hearing the heartbeat thumping like a tune and beat, it.... Sounds really nice. It made him think about how he used to do this with his mother when he fell asleep with her just to hear her own heart.... It was lovely. Corr was slowly relaxing as he curls up in the demon's hand and just let himself hear the heartbeat inside the demon's chest as he start to close his eyes and let himself drift off to hear the lovely tunes of the beating heart.

*the demon stands in place just keeping the boy held against it, its guttural rumblings imitating a purr to let him sleep. Might this demon really be so horrible? Yes, it literally stole his heart, and turned him into a demon dragon, but it's not being stereotypically abrasive and repulsive as a demon should be...*

As Corr sleeps on the demon's chest, he lightly nuzzled its chest feeling it rumble as it was purring like it was vibrating. Corr lightly smiled thinking it was funny to hear another sound besides a heartbeat thinking he might be hearing a cat was purring.

Outside of the dreamscape Corr was stirring in his sleep as he was trying to wake up in Joey's arms but he was actually nuzzling in Joey's chest thinking he was nuzzling the demon's chest from the dreamscape.

*they're still in the demon's chest mouth, Joey still holding the small demon wrapped in his own clothes that he'd grown out of. Or rather, shrunk into, but he's keeping the little imp comfortable for the lord. While Corr slept, he had started to shift and fuss at some point, but seems he's calmed down again*

#demons #corr #venoraux #henry #BatIM AU I guess?#deep talks #dreamscape #hell demon shenanigans

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BatIM questionnaire

Decided to do one of these again, this time including all of my Bendy’s. And Lanky is officially mine now I guess. >> At least his dreamscape form, which is the one I drew. Anyway, I would put this up on DA, but it’s not loading for some reason, so to Tumblr it goes. :U

And hopefully Parry’s voice text isn’t too tricky to read. ^^;

Hello and thank you for choosing to partake in my questionnaire correlating to the BatIM universe! Me being DemonSheyd500025 (on DA) and Ask-Soul-Bendy (on Tumblr) for reference~

We'll start by detailing your AU, or multiple AUs if you have more than one, then we'll get on with interrogating your characters. :b However, if you don't actually have a fully fleshed AU for your characters to call home, then you can skip the AU detailing. I know there are some Bendy's and Henry's and Sammy's who basically just wander the multiverse on their own. X3

1) So first, a quick summary of your AU, plz~ What's it called?

The two AUs I'll be going with are the Soul-Bound AU, and the Paradox AU.

2) What time period and location is it set in?

Both AUs are closer to modern times, but the locations are undisclosed. >>

3) Does it take place before, during, or after the events of the game?

Soul-Bound is after the events of the game, while Paradox is kind of during the events for now. Though there will be a conclusion, then it'll be mostly open for other things to happen. :b

4) How is it different to the game?

Funnily enough, Soul-Bound was created at the recent time of ch.2, so its ending is nothing like the game's. Alice had no interaction with Henry, nor the other named characters other than Bendy and Boris of course, and there are some monsters that don't exist in game, such as an ink version of a hydra from the game Prototype, and of course the ink eater. There's also multiple Bendy's that I couldn't help but make up and give a home, so Beta and Donut share the AU as canon titular Bendy's. Of course they were implimented after the events of the game, but still. >> While Paradox is undergoing its course via RP with a friend of mine, basically it follows the game's scripts but "Bendy's" heart was [DATA EXPUNGED]. I like my characters to have some semblance of soul, so even though game Bendy is literally a soulless creature, my "Bendy" had a spark of innocence, and that was [REDACTED] for reasons I won't elaborate too much here. >w> Also a different kind of demon resides there too, a fog demon who dons the guise of Bendy as well, named Whiteout, and he's made friends with "Bendy" and Parry. Furthermore, Henry is a 10yr old child in this one, just to switch things up a bit.

5) Is there, or was there, a time loop involved?

In Soul-Bound, no, but in Paradox there actually is, but not for Henry and his friend Corr. There's a bit of lore for this studio that will be explored as the RP advances. ;b

6) And lastly, are all the named characters of BatIM still alive?

For Soul-Bound they kind of are, as monsters known as phantoms, which are designed after said creature from the game Prey with a few customizations from me. As for Paradox, I plan on the fates of most of the cast being the same as the game, so... >3>

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Alright, with all that established, we can proceed with getting to know the characters. :D

1) First things first, if there are multiple AUs and multiple characters here, which AU does each character belong to?

All my Bendy's will be present, so Soul, Donut, Beta, and Lanky belong to the Soul-Bound AU, while Parry, "Bendy", and Whiteout belong to the Paradox AU.

2) Salutations, what is your name/alias and gender?

Soul: The designations for us is Soul for me, Donut for the smol boi, *points to the smallest toon* Beta for the big teddy bear, *glances at the larger prototype Bendy* and the melting mess is Lanky.

Donut: *waves happily* {"Yup! And we're all boys, I'm pretty sure."}

Beta: *nods with a smile*

Lanky: *leans against a wall in a creepy posture. He's very evil, so don't expect him to be cutesy X3*

Parry: ι gσ ву ραяяу, αη∂ нє'ѕ ωнιтєσυт, *points his tail at the limbless fog demon* ωнιℓє ωє α¢тυαℓℓу нανєη'т тнσυgнт σƒ α ƒιттιηg ηαмє ƒσя "вєη∂у" уєт, ѕσ ιт'ѕ נυѕт тнαт ƒσя ησω. *glances at the demon looking similar to Lanky*

"Bendy": *just stands in place, equally as unsettling as aforementioned monster*

Whiteout: *waves a hand as greeting*

3) Are you human or ink creature? Or something else for some reason?

Soul: We're all Bendy's, so ink creatures.

Donut: {"I'm actually not an ink creature, just a toon."} *rubs his head nervously of the ink*

Parry: *nods* вυт ωнιтєσυт'ѕ ησт α¢тυαℓℓу мα∂є σƒ ιηк єιтнєя, нєη¢є нє'ѕ α ƒσg ∂ємση яαтнєя тнαη ιηк ∂ємση ℓιкє тнє яєѕт σƒ υѕ.

Donut: {"Er, well, Beta's not really a demon either. More like a searcher closest resembling Bendy."}

Beta: *nods; he's pretty much the opposite of a demon anyway*

Lanky: *spreads his arms a bit, letting lots of ink melt off of him to the floor. Obviously an ink creature*

"Bendy": *does the same as Lanky*

Whiteout: *points at himself and shakes his head, he's neither human or ink creature, like Parry said*

4) How old are you?

Soul: So my body's around 30yrs old, right, but my true being is far older. We don't need to elaborate though~

Donut: {"I'm little over 40yrs in terms of conception, but around 30yrs as actually being alive and sentient."}

Beta: *points at Soul and Donut, being around their age, or more in between them*

Lanky: *groans lowly in thought, before pointing at the other Bendy's he's correlated to, indicating he's around their age*

Parry: ωєℓℓ ι'м σηℓу α ƒєω ∂αуѕ σℓ∂ α¢тυαℓℓу, вυт "вєη∂у" ιѕ ωαу σℓ∂єя. ι ωση'т ℓєт ѕσмє ѕє¢яєтѕ ѕℓιρ тнσυgн~ ;b

Whiteout: *points at "Bendy" to gesture he's around his age as well*

5) How big are you? Height & weight plz~

Soul: *holds his chin in thought* Hmm, well I'm only 3ft tall, and probably around... 40lbs or so?

Donut: {"Heh, I'm definitely the smallest here at 1'04", and maybe just a few pounds."} *shrugs with a grin*

Soul: While Beta is over 7ft tall, and probably well over a hundred pounds. Maybe even over 500 or more if I had to guesstimate. A mass of ink is pretty dang heavy after all.

Beta: *nods in agreeing, though he seems able to hold himself up well enough*

Soul: And Lanky is around 9ft tall, and would probably be slightly lighter than Beta.

Lanky: *gazes down at him with a shrug*

Parry: ωєℓℓ, ι'м ѕσυℓ'ѕ ѕιzє αη∂ ωєιgнт, ωнιℓє "вєη∂у" ιѕ яιgнт αяσυη∂ 8ƒт тαℓℓ, αη∂ мαувє α вιт ℓιgнтєя тнαη ℓαηку, ιƒ σηℓу вє¢αυѕє нє'ѕ α ℓιттℓє вιт ѕмαℓℓєя.

Whiteout: *holds his hands up like a scale, and forms fog into numbers, in one hand saying "2ft 4in" and the other hand saying "1lb". So he's actually lighter than Donut, lel*

6) Do you have friends?

Soul: Plenty! *grins widely*

Donut: {"Of course I do!"} :D

Beta: *nods with a happy gurgle*

Parry: ωєєєℓℓℓ, ι ∂υηησ ιƒ ωє'яє ƒяιєη∂ѕ qυιтє уєт, вυт ωιтн нєηяу αη∂ ¢σяя, ι тнιηк ιѕ тнє ¢ℓσѕєѕт тнєяє ιѕ ƒσя мє тнυѕ ƒαя. >>

Lanky: *simply shakes his head*

"Bendy": *doesn't respond for a moment, before also shaking his head*

Whiteout: *sets his fists on where hips would be with an "oh really?" expression, before pointing to the two sepia-colored demons, indicating that he's friends with them*

Soul: *snickers and laughs at that* Hahahahahahaa! Heh so did you forget that you're Whiteout's friends, or what~?

Parry: *blinks in a dumbfounded manner, before smirking sheepishly at the fog demon* яιgнт~ ѕσяяу, ι вяαιη ƒαятє∂~ уєαн, мє αη∂ "вєη∂у" αяє ωнιтєσυт'ѕ ƒяιєη∂ѕ.

7) Are you friendly?

Soul: I am most of the time.

Donut: {"All the time!"}

Beta: *nods again*

Lanky: *glances down at his viscous and dangerous appearance; does he look like he's a friendly creature?*

Parry: *shrugs* ι ¢αη вє, вυт ιη α ωσяℓ∂ ωнєяє кιη∂ηєѕѕ gєтѕ уσυ ηєχт тσ ησтнιηg, ι ωσυℓ∂η'т ¢σηѕι∂єя муѕєℓƒ ραятι¢υℓαяℓу ƒяιєη∂ℓу.

"Bendy": *shakes his head, a straight up no*

Whiteout: *scratches his cheek in some thought, before shrugging with a shake of his head, pretty much same as Parry*

8) Are your friends friendly?

Soul: Most of them are.

Donut: {"I would hope that my friends are friendly."} *smirks sheepishly*

Beta: *points at the smol toon, same as Donut*

Lanky: *scoffs and shakes his head. He has no friends to say so*

Parry: му σηℓу яєαℓ ƒяιєη∂ ιѕ αѕ ƒяιєη∂ℓу αѕ мє, ѕσ ησт νєяу мυ¢н. >>

Whiteout: *nods in agreement*

"Bendy": *points down at Parry, what he said. Though he's even less friendly than the imp, but still*

9) How do you spend your idle time?

Soul: *shrugs* Usually just play video games or watch TV, sometimes draw stuff. When I'm not partaking in shenanigans, I'm pretty lazy~

Donut: {"Eheh, well I like to draw pictures and explore stuff on the internet, since I can't really do a lot in the 3D plane."} *shrugs in an "oh well" manner*

Beta: *pokes his chin in thought, before gesturing to the pool in the backyard, liking to lounge out there when he's got nothing else to do*

Lanky: *shrugs, basically just kinda reside in his secret room plotting what to do to Henry*

Parry: му ι∂ℓє тιмє ιѕ υѕυαℓℓу ѕρєηт мєѕѕιηg ωιтн тσуѕ αη∂ ѕтυƒƒ, σя єχαмιηιηg тнιηgѕ тнαт ¢αт¢н му ιηтєяєѕт. *shrugs also*

"Bendy": *shakes his head, as though implying that he doesn't really consider his time doing anything as idle time*

Whiteout: *forms a mass of fog into the shape of a plant, implying that he likes to tend to the few plants that grow around in parts of the studio*

10) What building structure do you call home?

Soul: Henry's house, along with Donut and Beta. *grins happily*

Donut: {"Yup!"}

Beta: *nods with a smile, they're all safe and sound away from the studio*

Lanky: *downcasts his gaze, still trapped in the Joey Drew Studio; it's the only place he can call home*

Parry: ωє αℓℓ ℓινє ιη тнє ѕтυ∂ισ. ι'νє нєαя∂ σƒ α ωσяℓ∂ συтѕι∂є тнє ρℓα¢є, вυт ι ∂ση'т тнιηк ιт'ѕ ωєℓ¢σмє тσ ¢яєαтυяєѕ ℓιкє υѕ...

"Bendy": *nods in agreeing*

Whiteout: *nods too*

11) If an ink creature, can you handle water?

Soul: I can for a while, but no matter how solidly I can hold myself together, ink is still liable to dilute and fall apart.

Donut: {"I'm not made of ink, so I can touch water just fine. But Beta might fall apart very easily, since he's not as well held together as Lord Bendy..."} *gives a sad look to the viscous prototype*

Beta: *nods with a disheartened frown, not sure if he'd be hurt from it, but definitely can't swim in it*

Lanky: *shakes his head, he probably wouldn't be able to handle water very well either*

Parry: нмм, ησт ѕυяє. вυт ιƒ тнєм тαℓкιηg ℓιкє ιηк ιѕ ρяєтту ѕσℓυвℓє ιмρℓιєѕ αηутнιηg ѕєяισυѕ, тнєη ι ρяσвαвℓу ωσυℓ∂η'т ƒαιя ѕσ ωєℓℓ тσυ¢нιηg ωαтєя єιтнєя.

"Bendy": *nods to Parry, taking the others' word for it that water wouldn't be a good idea to try messing with*

Whiteout: *pokes his chin in thought, and moves a hand to whisk around some fog; said vapor is pretty much water, so essentially he's okay with it. Also he's not made of ink, so that helps*

12) Do you have any special powers?

Soul: Hmm, well aside from basically having telekinetic control over ink, and access to Hell magic, there's not a lot of crazy stuff I tend to do.

Donut: {"Unless you count cartoon physics as a special power too, which I can perform as well."} *gets a nod from Soul*

Beta: *shakes his head, he doesn't really have any powers*

Lanky: *seems to smile more as he turns to climb up the wall he's been leaning on like a spider, like an ability to defy gravity as some demons are able to do*

Soul: Oh yeah, I can do that too! :V

Parry: нυн... *watches the melting ink demon cling to the ceiling all creepy-like* ωєℓℓ уєαн, ι ¢αη ¢σηтяσℓ тнє ιηк αѕ ωєℓℓ, вυт тнαт'ѕ αвσυт ιт ƒσя мє.

"Bendy": *nods agreeing with Parry*

Whiteout: *waves a hand in the fog, showing that he can control that and dissolve into it, so that's about it*

13) What is your pain tolerance?

Soul: Pretty high. I only really am hurt from stuff like acetone and holy energy, so if any form of forceful contact to me doesn't have those qualities, then I don't really feel any pain.

Donut: {"Hmm, well no one likes getting hurt, right? So for me, I'd rather not let a lot of physical abuse land on me..."}

Beta: *nods agreeing with Donut. He probably doesn't feel pain per se from forceful contact, but getting hit would be hurtful all the same*

Lanky: *hisses lowly, also having a pretty high tolerance for pain, judging by his ability to recover quickly from injuries*

Parry: ι мєαη, ι нανєη'т яєαℓℓу gσттєη нυят мυ¢н уєт, ѕσ ¢αη'т яєαℓℓу ѕαу нσω ѕтяσηg ιт мιgнт вє. *shrugs*

"Bendy": *gestures at Lanky, agreeing with his degree of pain tolerance*

Whiteout: *points at Soul, pretty much also not really able to feel pain*

14) Would you accept hugs?

Soul: Absolutely! *grins with welcoming open arms*

Donut: {"Me too!"} :D

Beta: *grunts in a friendly way as he offers his arms to hug*

Lanky: *grins darkly as he spreads his arms, though with those large claws, would you really want to hug him?*

Parry: єн, ησт вιg ση ρнуѕι¢αℓ ¢σηтα¢т.

"Bendy": *shakes his head, he'd rather kill you than hug you*

Whiteout: *shrugs as an "it depends" gesture*

15) Time for favorites~

-color

-sound

-food

-drink

-movie

-game

-animal

-possession

-music/song

-word

Soul: Ooh, so my favorite color is red, favorite sound is a slide whistle, favorite food is chicken, favorite drink is soda, favorite movie, hmm... I'd say Godzilla: King of the Monsters, favorite game is Hide and Seek, favorite animal is the dragon, favorite possession... Hmm, I don't really have anything I always carry around, but I guess the Bendy dolls are really nice to always have. Favorite music, I'd say spooky and ominous stuff, but favorite song would have to be Dance Like the Devil from Rockit Gaming~ And my favorite word is 'crud'. :b

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Donut: {"Heh, well my favorite color is yellow, favorite sound is a beep, I love terriyaki chow mein, and uh, I guess soda is a favorite. Haven't really tried many kinds of drinks yet. But favorite movie..."} *rubs his chin in thought* {"Hmm... I'm not sure actually."} *shrugs with a sheepish grin* {"I don't think I have one yet~ But anyway, favorite game I think is Charades. Then my favorite animal is little birds, my favorite possession... Hmm..."} *smiles and pulls out a little snow globe* {"This here little trinket of mine! It was a gift from Corr and Henry this past Christmas!"} <3 *puts it back* {"But anyway, so my favorite music is old classic stuff, favorite song is one from a TV show called My Little Pony, I think it's called Smile, or at least that's what it says a lot. It's so happy and bouncy!"} :D {"And finally I think my favorite word is, um... Gee, don't think I have a favorite word~"} *rubs his head sheepishly and shrugs*

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Beta: *pokes his chin in thought; how is he gonna tell all this stuff? He can't talk... Well, he points at where eyes would be, gesturing that he can't really see colors, so having a favorite color doesn't apply, and then points outside at some birds, liking to hear their noises. He then lets out a grunt as he points at his mouth, not really keen on opening it, so he doesn't really eat. But what he has tasted is bacon soup, which he pulls out from nowhere, pointing to it implying that it's really the only thing he's ever consumed. He also tilts it like a glass of drink to basically say that said soup can technically be drank as well, so pretty much it's his favorite food & drink, with a shrug. He puts it away then, and shakes his head at the movie one. He can't see anything that isn't touching the ink he's in, so he'd only be able to listen to movies, which kinda defeats the point of a movie. He grunts with a smile as he pokes his own hand to imply Tag as one of his favorite games, alongside Hide and Seek. He pokes his chin in thought, but those are two games, is that allowed? He shakes his head and moves on, grunting pointing back at the birds as his favorite animal, and then points at the two pools that were made for him as his favorite possessions, a large one in the back yard, and an inflatable one in Henry's basement so he can be inside. And favorite music, well pretty much the only music he's been able to enjoy for so many years is all that was played in the studio, so that's all he's accustomed to, but admittedly his favorite song is Soul's siren song. It's kind of captivating to any ink creature, so... He then shakes his head as he doesn't really have a favorite word*

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Lanky: *hisses lowly in thought. He can't really see color, but he does enjoy the sounds of pain and torment. He doesn't eat or drink, and can't watch movies, though he loves playing Tag, albeit in a predatory and rather sadistic way... Animals don't really exist in the studio, so can't say on that one, but he pulls out a particular Bendy plushy with a glowing red pentagram on its belly. He uses this to communicate with his previous pet, Corr... That is to say this is his favorite possession. He then looks down some as he remembers what kind of music he did used to fancy, which was Jazz actually, and like Beta, he'd say his favorite song is admittedly Soul's siren song. And as for a favorite word, he hisses liking to be referred to as 'Master'...*

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Parry: נєєzє, ѕσ мυ¢н тσ тнιηк σƒ. *scratches his head at what his favorites could be* нмм, ωєℓℓ ι gυєѕѕ му ƒανσяιтє ¢σℓσя ωσυℓ∂ нανє тσ вє яє∂, αη∂ ωнαт ¢συℓ∂ му ƒανσяιтє ѕσυη∂ вє... *rubs his chin in thought. To be fair he's only a few days old, he hasn't had much time or opportunity to really apply personal value to anything* ι gυєѕѕ тнє ѕσυη∂ѕ σƒ ιηк ∂яιρριηg ƒяσм ρℓα¢єѕ αη∂ ƒℓσωιηg тняσυgн ριρєѕ. ιт'ѕ кιη∂α ηι¢є тσ ℓιѕтєη тσ. *shrugs* αη∂ ι нανєη'т єαтєη σя ∂яυηкєη αηутнιηg, ѕσ ¢αη'т ѕαу ση тнαт σηє. нανєη'т яєαℓℓу ωαт¢нє∂ αηу мσνιєѕ σя ρℓαує∂ αηу gαмєѕ єιтнєя. αη∂ тнєяє'ѕ ησт яєαℓℓу αηу αηιмαℓѕ ιη тнє ѕтυ∂ισ тσ ρι¢к αѕ α ƒανσяιтє, ѕσ тнαт'ѕ α вυѕт. ι ∂ση'т нανє αηу ρєяѕσηαℓ ρσѕѕєѕѕισηѕ, ѕσ ησтнιηg ƒσя тнαт... *snaps his fingers with a smirk* Gσттα ѕαу тнє ¢ℓαѕѕι¢ мυѕι¢ ιѕ ρяєтту ѕηαzzу тнσυgн~ αη∂ υн, ∂υηησ αвσυт α ραятι¢υℓαя ѕσηg, ησя α ƒανσяιтє ωσя∂, ѕσ... *shrugs with a more sheepish grin* тнαт'ѕ αℓℓ ι gσт.

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"Bendy": *moans lowly in thought. Probably favorite color is red, favorite sound is pain & torment like Lanky, of course, favorite food & drink are non-applicable, nor is a favorite movie, but safe to say he may enjoy Hide and Seek to a more dangerous degree... He'd sooner kill any animals than find intrigue in any of them, he doesn't have any possessions of sentimental value, he doesn't really bother familiarizing himself with music, and words are nothing to him :/*

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Whiteout: *pokes his chin in thought, not quite sure how to say his favorites without the ability to speak. He decides to point at his hand that's a desaturated bluish color, so perhaps blue is his favorite color. He then holds his chin in some more thought; coming up with a bunch of favorites is a little more tricky than he assumed. Oh, of course! With a snap of his fingers, he forms the fog into the shape of a heart, pulsing rhythmically. That's his favorite sound, yes! Heh, so long without hearing it, he'd almost forgotten that such a nice sound existed. But anyway, he doesn't eat or drink anything, there aren't really any movies in the studio to watch, but he does enjoy playing Hide and Seek. It's a pretty fun game, especially when he's the seeker~ And favorite animal would probably have to be fish, they're cute and nice to watch. He shakes his head at the possessions one, not really having anything to call a favorite. As for music, probably more ambient and spooky stuff, but no particular song. And finally, eh... Nothing really on words, he shrugs*

16) What was the best dream you've had? And the worst nightmare you've had?

Soul: Hoo boy, alright, now that the favorites are out of the way, we can carry on~ Heh, well let's see... Best dream I've had was... Huh, I dunno, can't really think of one. *shrugs with a sheepish smirk* But definitely the worst nightmare I've had was one where this giant monster kept chasing me and killing me, and I couldn't do anything to it... *frowns with confusion, and some unease* It felt so real, but it seems to be gone now. >>;

Donut: {"Huh, well I think my best dream was when I was flying through the sky with the birds, not even in a plane or anything. It felt so amazing!"} :D *he then frowns thinking of nightmares* {"And uh, as for nightmares, I think the worst I've had was when I touched the ink and just kinda melted into it. Then it felt like I was just in oblivion, I couldn't sense anything..."} *twiddles his thumbs nervously*

Beta: *groans sympathetically at the little toon, but as for himself, he actually doesn't really dream, so he may have been spared from any subconscious activities*

Lanky: *shakes his head, he doesn't really dream either*

Parry: нмм, ησтнιηg ι яє¢αℓℓ нσηєѕтℓу. *shrugs*

"Bendy": *shakes his head, also having no dreams*

Whiteout: *shrugs as well, having no dreams or nightmares to recall either*

17) Does cartoon logic apply to you?

Soul: For the most part. *nods*

Donut: {"Completely!"} :D

Beta: *hums in thought, before shrugging. Maybe a little, but he's more grounded in reality. The only cartoon ability he's able to utilize is hammerspace, but not to a substantial degree*

Lanky: *points at Beta, also only able to use some degree of cartoon logic. If anything his abilities are more akin to dream logic, even though the two are pretty similar anyway*

Parry: нмм, ι'∂ ѕαу ιт ∂σєѕ αρρℓу тσ мє, ι נυѕт ∂ση'т υѕє ιт αℓℓ тσσ σƒтєη.

"Bendy": *shakes his head, it doesn't really apply to him all that much*

Whiteout: *also shakes his head*

18) Can you play an instrument?

Soul: Eh, not really.

Donut: {"I can actually play the piano a little, just small ones though."} *rubs his head with a kiddish grin*

Beta: *shakes his head. Even if he could, he wouldn't physically be able to handle any instruments*

Lanky: *shakes his head, nope*

Parry: ηαн.

"Bendy": *shakes his head too*

Whiteout: *also declines*

19) Is there anything you hate?

Soul: *holds his chin in thought* Hmm... Well, I do hate when my cutouts are messed with in the studio. I also don't tolerate disobedience. And I think that's about it.

Donut: {"Golly, I don't think I can hate anything."} *shrugs meekly*

Beta: *grunts and points at Donut, same as him*

Lanky: *hisses and points at Soul, pretty much same as him*

Parry: ωєℓℓ, ι ∂ση'т тнιηк ι нανє αηутнιηg тσ яєαℓℓу нαтє уєт, ѕσ...

"Bendy": *shakes his head, hatred is really just an emotion that can get in the way*

Whiteout: *shakes his head, also not having anything worth hating*

20) Here's a 4th wall breaker for ya, are there any other AUs you're familiar with, or have interacted with?

Soul: Weeelll... I am familiar with the 2D AU. >> And I have interacted with residents of other AUs, but that's about the extent of my crossover adventures. :b

Donut: {"Unfortunately I haven't met any other AUs yet. If a lot of them are friendly though, I'd like to meet some of their residents."} :3

Beta: *pokes his chin in thought, grinning some recalling having visited one known as the Modern AU. The titular Bendy known as Prowler is pretty interesting, though he was looking worse for wear last he saw the demon*

Soul: Oh! And speaking of the Modern AU, which I'm well acquainted with as well, I sometimes bring Donut there and we meet up with other characters from various AUs, or wanderers. Though, not necessarily to the AU per se, but a place called the Multiverse that's more or less hosted by the Modern AU where pretty much everyone can go to meet up with friends, and lots of crazy stuff happens. :D

Donut: {"Yeah, it can be fun, but for me, eh... There tends to be a lot of scary stuff there too."} >~>;

Soul: Ah, even some of the scary stuff can be alright when it's settled down. *waves a hand discerningly*

Lanky: *watches the two for a moment, before shaking his head, he hasn't interacted with other AUs. No doubt he wouldn't be welcome given his evil nature*

Parry: ηαн, му αυ'ѕ тнє σηℓу ρℓα¢є ι кησω.

"Bendy": *nods at Parry and Lanky, same*

Whiteout: *shakes his head*

Soul: I mean, to be fair the only way for us to be together is by taking these here quizzes, but it's not really an official crossover, sooo~ >w>

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