#god i want to [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEEEEEEP]

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Anything featuring babies or kissing in this fandom will result in a good post

Okay enjoy ur non-canon baby lizards

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“BEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEP!”

The babies loudly and chaotically squeaked and beeped and skittered around their little crib.

Seek groaned as it tossed and turned in Figure’s arms in their shared bed.

“Your children are being noisy again…”

Figure grumbled and coughed a few times before speaking. “If I..remember correctly..it..was your..*hack* tender..hands that helped create them..now you HELP tend to them..!”

Figure rolled over and with a soft “whack” of a tail pushed Seek toward the edge of the bed.

Seek sat on the bed for a few seconds staring at the ceiling blankly processing having situational awareness. It turned back to look at the now resting Figure and it covered its eye with two of its hands.

“Hhh..I..five of them..why did it have to be five..”

Figure made a soft chortle and Seek felt something smooth and stony caress its bottom most hand.

“I’ll be up..soon..” Figure made another hacking sound before settling its head back into the blankets and pillows.

Seek’s heart sank a little..it just hoped it WOULD be up later..that cough sounded-

“BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

“Alright..alright I’m coming!”

The small entities grew even more restless as their parent approached them. Seek took the time to shrink its form just a little as to not whack the mobile that hung over the large bassinet that housed the baby lizardlets.

Seek stuck a finger into the crib and waited a few seconds to see if they were hungry. Though, none really snapped at it or ran towards it as usual..

‘How odd.’ Seek thought as it carefully plucked an unusually long and skinny baby from the bassinet and began to study it. ‘Usually they’re a tad more energetic then this..do they just want attention..?’

The still unnamed child’s whiskers twitched in Seek’s hand and began to squirm a bit.

It took Seek a moment, but it noticed a few drops of what seemed to be blood trickling down its small stomach and the start of what seemed to be a greyish discolored rash on its otherwise fleshy skin.

“..”

Seek quietly set the child down and picked up another, this one more robust. As she nestled up against its fingers, it noticed that like his sibling, she too had grayish discolorations around her small stomach and underneath her legs. But he seemed non the wiser.

More content to play in spite of her obvious illness that, if left unchecked..

Seek’s hands softened a little. No, it wouldn’t let that happen to its son. NOR any of its other offspring…or its…its partner..

It was a city-spanning all-consuming, ever expanding, merciless and titan sized GOD! Every single physical surface within eight miles of its city contained at least a drop of itself and it has a citywide radius of knowledge surrounding and within it! SURELY..

“Booweeeeeeeeererereee!”

Seek’s attention was forced back on its child. Who was now busily working her small but serrated canines into his parent’s fingers.

Seek put its head into its hand and studied her.

“What do you want, hm?”

“Berweet!”

“What is your heart’s desire? Your closest, deepest wish so near and dear to your heart and soul? Say it now my child and I’ll grant your wish post-haste!”

“Bbbbbeeerrweet!”

“Ah, doable. Very doable.”

“Beerweet!”

“And a very smart choice too, you’re a tiny intellectual.”

“Beeeeerruuuurrrwweeet!”

Seek’s mass rippled for a few seconds before a toothbrush emerged.

“Behold.”

“Berweet!”

Seek gently scooped up two of her siblings, setting her and them down on a nearby, thoroughly blanketed table before reaching down and retrieving the two remaining children out of a tiny blanket nest they had been snuggling and snoozing in together in a tiny little circle just a moment before.

Seek carefully picked up the child with the bleeding tail, with a small wipe wet wipe it cleaned away the blood off its little tail.

It squeaked and wiggled, but in the end the blood was wiped off.

“Shh..It’s okay my sweet..” Gently, Seek set the lizardlet down. It trembled for a few moments before letting out a small trill as it felt a toothbrush slowly roll over it.

Seek gave it a good brushing, taking care to not brush against its equally tiny bite wounds. Brushing until its chitters of pain lessen to soft purrs.

After awhile, Seek picked up the next one.

This one was like a tiny moss garden.

Seek was careful not to brush off any of its delicate greenery, instead focusing its little head.

Which the child certainly did appreciate, brushing its head up against the bristles like a friendly little cat meeting its new owner.

Its whiskers were curly and it chased after the brush with enthusiasm.

The forth little one was a spitting image of Seek. With many little eyes crammed into one tiny lizard-like body. Was it even a lizard? Was a goo creature like itself in the shape of one? Perhaps a secret third thing? Seek didn’t really know.

Only that it didn’t like being brushed and rippled and chirped. Hiding under its sibling’s legs and running away while the mossy one chased and swatted after the bristles in excitement. The fifth one was sleepiest, a very bony little lizard. With tiny, sharp little pieces jutting out and around its body.

That one..Seek was the most worried about.. if THEY had the stone disease.. it could turn inwards much more quicker..perhaps even START inwards..Seek brushed the child much more urgently as what-if’s filled its head.

All while the child continued to sleep with its little tail in its mouth.

Seek squeezed its eye shut, gently it picked them all up. One by one. Gently placing them back into their little shared crib and quietly observed them.

After a few moments, it melted into a small puddle that covered all the babies like a little blanket. Its eye drooped a little as the babies instinctively snuggled near it.

Once they all seemed secure, it allowed itself to sleep.. as its eye drifted closed it noticed Figure getting up out of bed and approaching the bassinet. It stood over them for a few seconds, before laying its head on the edge of the crib.

Seek reached out and gently brushed Figure’s chin. Getting a quiet chirp out of it.. before slipping away into a deep sleep..

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[egopocalypse]

Coming Home

“Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system. Stacy Danvers is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you’ve finished recording, please hang up or press one for more opti-” Click.

Chase sighs, flinging his phone onto the bed beside him. He rubs his temples, his eyes slipping shut as his thumb digs into the scarred flesh on the side of his head, the circular motion working to loosen the muscle and tendons underneath his skin.

“Great,” he mutters. “Just great. Can she just pick up the phone and answer me for once?”

His hand stretches out automatically, his fingers curling tight around the cold glass as he raises it, damp condensation leaving a ring on the wooden nightstand. Water falls down the sides, rolling off the bottom and dripping on his jeans as he lifts the crystal to the ceiling, staring at the bland, off-white of the ceiling. “To a happy marriage,” he huffs, barely holding back a scoff. “And an even happier divorce.”

The amber liquid reaches his lips, whiskey burning the back of his throat as he tilts the glass back, savoring the taste before it’s swallowed in a single gulp. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glancing at the contents of the bottle gleaming in the lamplight. Only half-empty. Not bad for a bottle he picked up a couple days ago.

“Another glass wouldn’t hurt,” Chase muses, fumbling with the keyboard on his phone.

No new texts or calls. Of course.

He’s not sure what he expects at this point. Would she finally call him back? Would she apologize for the shit she’s putting them through, for the shit she’s putting the kids through, and ask for a do-over?

“Yeah, right, like that’s ever gonna happen.” His breath pushes against the alcohol, rippling as he takes another sip. “If I had a dollar for every time I called her and she never called back, I’d be rich.”

He can’t remember filling the glass the next time, or the time after that, or the time after that, but by the time he puts the glass down for the last time, it’s 1:30 A.M. The bottle’s empty,  shattered pieces scattered across the carpeted floor, and he laughs, spinning the largest shard in his hand as he watches the light reflect off the sides.

A sudden thud catches him off guard, the glass slipping through his fingers as he loses his grip, hitting the floor with a tiny thump. He freezes, his heart pounding furiously as a slow, disordered realization crosses his face.

There’s someone else in the house.

Chase clambers to his feet, clammy hands clutching at the covers as he staggers forward, stumbling through the glass maze. The hall beckons to him, spinning out of proportion and the door dancing out of view, but he trudges forward, stubby nails dragging along the wall as he leans against it. He sways at the top of the stairs, clenched fists grasping at the banister, and each step is a struggle to not tumble over the next.

“Hello?” The darkness swallows the call. “Who’s there?” No answer.

He groans. Of course there wouldn’t be anyone there. What was he thinking? He just needs to sleep this off and hope he doesn’t have a hangover in the morning.

“Oh, who am I kidding,” He grumbles, climbing back up the stairs. “Tomorrow’s already gonna suck.”

His feet thump on the stairs, rubbing against the plaster as he ascends. One step, two steps, three steps, crash.

He pauses, his eyebrows scrunched together as he turns back towards the kitchen. “What the hell?”

He’s imagining things- he’s got to be. There’s no other explanation for it. It’s late, he’s tired, and he needs rest. That’s it.

But there’s that feeling again- that insatiable need itching at the back of his skull. He needs to know if someone’s there. He needs to know that his mind isn’t playing tricks on him. He needs to know that what he’s hearing is the truth.

He can’t lie to himself again.

But this time, he doesn’t get the chance.

A hand wraps tight around his shoulder, shoving him against the wall as cold metal rests against his throat. His head hits the edge of a frame, a searing pain flaring behind dull blue eyes, and he blinks, his blurry vision refusing to clear.

“Wh-Who are you?”

“Fo̢rgot͏t̢e̕n m̷e͏ ͢a͝lr̢eady͝,̸ ̷C͢h̷ase̷?̵ ” The figure clicks its’ tongue and he’s paralyzed, frozen from head to toe. “W͘e̡’l͞l̵ j͏ust͞ ha͟ve t͠o f̢ix̨ ̷t͘h͡at͝,̧ wo̴n’t w͡e?̢ ”

“N-no, wait-” Fuck, why can’t he think? He needs to breathe. His mind’s foggy, enveloped by a blizzard, and the harsh wind roars in his ears, drowning out his rushing heartbeat. “I-I just- I thought our meeting was next week?”

“Is ͜th͢at͞ ̵so?̵” Oh god, he can just imagine the smirk lurking in that damn voice. “We̛ll͝ th͞e̡n̶,̵ a͜reņ’̸t̕ y҉ou goìn̢g ͜to͢ ͝s̨h͏ow ̛m͞è wha͜t̕ ͠y̸o͏u̶ ŗem͘e̶m͠be̸r͘?”

He blinks again, the haze finally clearing from his eyes, and the figure’s exposed in full glory- pearlescent white teeth bared in a sharp grin, short brown hair dyed toxic green, and beady black eyes staring deep into his soul.

A perfect copy of his own image, except for the eyes and a bloody gash ripped across it’s throat.

It sickens him to look at it, but he just can’t stop. He’s mesmerized, falling in line with cheap words and empty promises. The memories are faded, dim and just out of view, but with a whisper, they click back into place, and he trips over his words, his tongue thick and dry in his mouth.

“I- I remember…”

The figure’s smile stretches, growing into a ghastly grin. “G͠o͠ ̨on̷.”

He swallows. “I remember the red seeping into my skin. I remember the sirens blaring in the distance. I remember the screams calling out my…” He trails off, his mouth left agape as the blizzard melts and brings muddled slush.

No.

“My name.”

“Ve̸ry̵ g̢o҉o̕d.” The knife pulls back from his throat and he retreats, tucking into himself as he distances himself from it.

“I- I killed them, didn’t I?” He accuses, glaring at the figure. “All of them. Stacy, Emma, Grayson, Sam, Derrick- I killed every single one.”

“Y͜o̸u ͟d́id ̕w͢h҉at ͟y̡o͠u̡ ̀h̀a̡d͝ ̡to ̸be̷ ͢d́o̡ne, Chas̕e̕,” The Other smirks, tilting up his chin. “ Th͟ey l͏e̕f́t͟ ̛y̴òu,͘ ḑid̀n’͢t͢ ̀t͜h́ey͝? T͡h̀e̸y̵ lęft ͜y͢o̴u̕ wi̸th̛ m̛e,̨ ̀a͠nd ̀m͜e͠ ̛al͡o͜ne.̸ ”

“Stop this! Just get away from me! I- I can’t take it anymore!” Tears slip down blotchy cheeks, the salty drops rolling towards a pale throat. He cups his hands over his ears, blocking the other out with the little resistance he can muster. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“Nǫw͞ ͡B̢r̴ody͠,̨ yo̧u̢ ͡k͏n̨o͟w ͢I ́c͞an҉’t͘ d̶o̷ th͞a҉t,” The figure smirks, curling a hand on the other’s shoulder. “T̶h͘a̧t҉’͝s ̶n̨oţ ͟w̸hat̶ you͠ ̷agr̡eèd̷ ͏t̢o̡,͘ aft̷e̕r͏ ͞all̨.̛ ”

“I didn’t agree to any of this,” he seethes, clenching his teeth. “I wanted them to be safe! You told me they would be safe!”

“An͝d w͠h̴at̴ s̀a̕f͡e͞r ̛pla͘c͟e t͏o̷ b́e t͟h͡a̧n de͏a͢d?̷” It curls its’ lips, malice gleaming in its’ black eyes. “Th҉ey can’͟t͝ ̵b̡e̕ ̨hur͟t by͟ an̷yone͏ an̶ym̵o͜r͟è.̸ ́N͝o̷t b̵y̛ m̛e,̀ ͜n̡o͡t͏ b̷y͟ ̨s͟om̸eon͡e̷ ͝e̛l̢s͜e,̸ a̢n͢d ̀n͞ot͟ b̀y y͟o͡u͟. Co̴n̡s҉ider ̛it ̨a ̀win-͢w͝in̨ ͘s̸i͏t̶ua͞tįo͝n̴.̧ ”

Chase slumps over, arms curling into his chest as he shudders, icy goosebumps racing along his skin. “I didn’t want this,” he mutters, his voice strained and weak.

“Bu̡t ít’s ͢yo҉u͠ŕs̡ ̧al̵l ̢th́e̶ ̴sa̕me.͡” The voice grates against his ears, the soothing tone a mockery of his shame, yet he can’t help but fall into it. He’s a wilted corpse; all the fight and anger dissolving into pure exhaustion, and he almost collapses into the other’s waiting arms, burying his head into the crook of its’ neck. A hand rakes through his hair, sharp nails scraping against his tingling scalp, and he barely resists the urge to sigh, leaning in closer despite his agitation.

He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to see himself like this. He doesn’t want his family to see him like this.

But what’s the point if they’re dead anyways?

He’s missed this. He’s missed the touch of another person that he’s ready to cling onto the first thing- figment, demon, hallucination, whatever it is- that gives him even the slightest bit of attention, and he hates it. He can’t stand it.

And yet, he can’t get himself to let go.

“Th̵e̢r͞e ͏w͠e g̵o̸, C̨h͠as̷e̴,̶” The Other croons, caressing its’ hand through his hair. He melts into the touch and it chuckles, the rumble of its’ chest stabbing daggers into his heart. “Yo̢u ͏d̶on͞’t h͡a͝v҉e t̸o͘ ͘w͞o̢rr̸y,͢ ̨do yo҉u͝? ͟Th̡e͢r̴e̕’͟s ͠noth̛in̢g t͞y͝i̧ng̡ you h͠ere ̨ànym̴or̵e.”

He chokes back a sob, unable to pull away from the figure’s suffocating grip around him. “Wh- what do you mean?”

“I͢ k̵e̸pt͡ ҉m̶y ͘s͞id̛e͏ o̧f tḩe͠ d̛eal, di̧ḑn’t ͢Ì?” It raises an eyebrow, icy words cutting into his skin. “͢Y͝ou we͟r͡e ̸hèŕe u͢nt͟i͏l ͡t̨h͡e̡y͝ wer҉e.̛ ” 

Chase slips out of its’ grip, but it grabs his arm, digging its’ nails deep into his flesh. “ ҉B̡u͘t the͡y̨ ̵le̶ft y̧o͜u, ̶and̶ n͜ow͜?̷ ” The Other yanks him back into its’ hold and buries its’ hand in his hair, forcing dull, lifeless blue eyes to meet abyssal black. “You’͡ré ̷mi̕ne.҉ ”

A dull roar explodes in his ears, disrupting the rhythmic beating of the drums. 

“Şaý g̕o͝od̡bye, ̧Ch͢ase҉.̵ ̕Se͘e ͟yo҉u so̷o͜n.͠”

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeep.

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Transcript 8

The episode is live on Patreon and will be on iTunes tomorrow. Spoilery trigger warning in tags.

MUSIC: "SOLITUDE" BY MUCIOJAD SOUND: PHONE RINGING

Voicemail 1 (July 23, 9:15 am)

HOLLY: Hi, it's Mara. Don't bother leaving a voicemail. Bye!

WILLARD: Mara, it's me. I don't know what Mica's been telling you, but we are not out to get you! This—this is absurd! We just want to ask you some questions and, and keep you safe. Think about this logically. You and Ivy will be so much safer here than-

CAMELLIA: General, Sir.

WILLARD: (Snapping) What?

CAMELLIA: We lost her.

WILLARD: (Roused from his irritation) What?

CAMELLIA: She started a fire in the Walmart and snuck off in the confusion.

WILLARD: She did WHAT?! God DAMMIT, Mara-

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 2 (August 20)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

HOLLY: Hi, it's Mara, don't bother leaving a voicemail. Bye!

WILLARD: I don't know if you're still checking Google Voice, but I wanted you to know I've... called off the search. Thank you for reading that statement on the show. I know you wouldn't do it unless you were serious about disavowing Mica. I've ordered everyone to stand down... at great personal cost to my own career, in case you were wondering.

WILLARD: You know, I'm spending every ounce of good will on you, every ounce of Goodwill. And you think that I'm gonna hurt you, and here I am, destroying my life to— I don't even fucking know what! Because nothing I do works. Nothing I do... makes you pick up the fucking phone! Nothing, nothing I do gets you to just, just fucking listen to me!

WILLARD: I'm your fucking shield! (More quietly) I'm protecting you.

WILLARD: Let me be there for you and Ivy.

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 3 (August 21, 3 am)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

HOLLY: (Strained) Hi, it's Mara. Don't bother leaving a voicemail. And if you're Thomas Willard, fuck off and stop bothering me. Thanks!

WILLARD: (Desperately) Mara, please. Call 911, go to a hospital, something, please. I swear on my daughter's life no one else will ever know where you are. I don't want you dying alone in some abandoned building! I'm on your side, Mara. Tell me what I can do to prove it.

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 4 (August 21, 4:30 am)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

WILLARD: Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Thomas Willard. Please leave your name, number, and a reason for calling, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

HOLLY: (Tired, high-pitched from pain, fighting a meltdown) It—it's me. I—look— (swallows) I don't want to die alone in a shitty AirBNB either. It's a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, and I'm tired, and I don't know if it's supposed to take this long or if things are stuck and I'm going to die here and nobody's going to find us for a month, or... just... I don't want to call 911, I don't want STRANGERS, I want— (sobs) I just...

HOLLY: I guess you can send Cami to come help me, but nobody else! Nobody! Needs to be! In my space! I just! Need! My Space! (Takes several breaths, gradually calming down slightly)

HOLLY: Just send Cami, okay? [Address: BEEEEEEEP]. It's the blue one. I'm putting a key in the flower pot. I just, (sighs) nobody but Cami, okay? I don't, I don't want anyone IN MY SPACE, I need my space to be... private. Okay, all right. (More deep breathing, whispers) I'm just... hold my rock... (Sighs shakily as pain recedes)

HOLLY: Look, I don't know how I feel about you right now, but... you always keep your promises. So if you say you'll keep my location a secret, I... I trust you. (Whines in pain) Just send Cami as soon— (strangled yelp of pain) as soon as humanly possible!

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 5 (August 21, 6:30am)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

HOLLY: (Strained) Hi, it's Mara. Don't bother leaving a voicemail. And if you're Thomas Willard, fuck off and stop bothering me. Thanks!

SOUND: CAR REVVING UP, DRIVING

CAMELLIA: Mara, it's me. It's about 6:30 a.m. now. I don't expect you to answer, but in case listening is easier than texting right now... I just landed and (singing) I'm on my waaaaaay! Now just, um, just lie on your side, relax, and, and— don't you dare have that baby without me, okay?!

MUSIC: "SOLITUDE" BY MUCIOJAD

CAMELLIA: Now, eclipse traffic has the roads pretty bad, but I should be there soon. Now, tell Ivy to wait, okay? If she'll listen! Who knows, I mean... (Laughs) Maybe, maybe, maybe she'll be a little eclipse baby. Right, okay, so I'm, I'm on my way! Good luck and (stage whisper) I'll see you soon, so don't you dare push without me, that's an order! Okay? Bye!

SOUND: CAR SPEEDS UP SOUND: BEEP

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