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tonyesc · 5 months

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RANDOM AGAIN !! :D

(i dont know what to write anymore 😭)

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b0ks · 1 year

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Doctor’s Candy (Spooky Month Concept Episode)

hi yes hello me again

The art is signed with box because this was intentionally for my discord! (VoidInABox) !

#spooky month #spooky month oc #spooky month self insert #sm oc #oc #my art #skid #pump #skid and pump #doctor baxter #spooky month art #spooky month concept episode #lila #lila and skid #hatzgang #bob velseb #spooky month x oc

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the-spooky-children · 1 year

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SM 5 was definitely fuel for this but my God I need more wholesome family moments between Skid and Lila

#spooky month #skid and pump #skid #sm skid #sm lila #lila #skid and lila #lila and skid #she's a good mom #i love how she cuddled him in sm 5 #it was so cute

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sunny6677 · 1 year

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Opium Poppys

(A Spooky Month fanfiction)

SUMMARY: Skid isn't feeling well.

1/?

TWS: REPETITION, PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER/HORROR, ANGST, MEMORY LOSS, LACK OF RECOGNITION, HALLUCINATIONS, SLIGHT PARANOIA.

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Skid was in a bed, that morning in October, when he woke up. He was in a bed, he knew that for sure. This was a bed. And this was a bedroom, he was certain. But how did he end up here? This bed did not look like his own, he knew that deep down. "Mom?" Skid called out, there had been no response, but his room had replied with being ever silent.

The sound of the air conditioners were all he heard, the faint buzzing white noise echoing from all around the room. Skid slowly tried to slip out of the bed, the bed that was not his own. The bed he did not recognize as his own. As he slipped out, he looked down at his legs.

He was wearing.. pajamas. Yes.. pajamas, he had always worn these whenever he had gone to sleep.

But why was he wearing pajamas in a bed that did not even belong to him? Why was he even in another bed in the first place? As a matter of fact, whenever he tried to see if he remembered slipping into pajamas last night, he.. didn't remember anything. Anything. What was anything? What was the anything he wanted to remember? Was there even something to remember?

What.. was the point of asking all of these questions? He was certain his mom had to be somewhere around here, that she could help him. She had to be around here, she could help him, that was certain. Did he already say that? Oh well, it mattered not. Once he found her, she could help him.

Suddenly, the door creaked open slowly, and a face peeked in. The face of a woman, who for a moment, he did not recognize. But then upon seeing the familiar shape of her slim yet big and beautiful eyes, and the familiar oval shape of her head, it settled in as to who she was. It was his mom. Skid nervously smiled, he was relieved that she had been around here.

"Oh, there you are, son!" She had said, slowly coming in and walking up to where he had been. "Say.. why haven't you come down for breakfast? Usually your already awake before I am." She said, raising a brow. She didn't seem angry, but even so, anxiety pierced Skid like a knife.

Instead of answering her question, Skid had asked, "Mom.. where am I? N—No, where are we? This.. this isn't our home."

His mom raised a brow, and spoke in a hesitant tone, "This.. this is our home, son. You didn't know it was ours?"

"...n—no, this.. this bedroom doesn't look like mine. Are.. are you sure it's ours?" Skid asked, looking up at her.

"...son, this is your bedroom."

"..."

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His mom had led him into a kitchen, a kitchen he could barely recognize. He only pieced together that it must have been the kitchen that belonged to their house, since the familiar objects he'd always see when he came in there were surrounding the place. The fridge of which his spooky drawing had been plastered onto, the fake bright red glass-apple that had been used for storing things inside of the kitchen, the familiar mug that his mother would always drink from.

As he slowly walked in, Skid slipped onto the chair in front of the table, fidgeting with his fingers. He heard the sounds of the frying bacon, of which his mother had been cooking for breakfast. It must have been the usual, bacon and eggs and possibly pancakes had it been a special day.

Skid slowly blinked, and hesitantly looked over to his mother. He caught his mother, giving him a visibly worried glance. He looked back down at the table, trying to ignore her gaze. She looked away too, only getting back to cooking. What had been going on? Where were they? He knew this wasn't their house, otherwise, he would have known. How was she so certain that this was in fact their house? Was she lying to him? No, she couldn't have been. Why would she lie to him, her son?

Skid only continued to fumble and fidget with his fingers, lightly letting his legs swing around under the table as he waited for breakfast to be finished. He felt less enthusiastic than he did in other mornings, that was for sure. He was beginning to become worried that something was happening. Had his mother been sick? Was this his mother at all? What was happening?

Finally, his mother walked over to the table, placing the fresh and glistening bacon and eggs onto the table. She placed a glass of orange juice next to Skids plate, though this time, she didn't have a warm smile as she did so. Forcing a smile so she wouldn't worry her son, she then asked, "Uh.. hey, where's your costume? Usually, you always put it on."

"..my.. costume?" Skid looked down at himself, only to realize he had not in fact been wearing a costume. Confusion clouded his mind. "Why would I wear a costume?" Skid questioned, looking mildly confused at his mothers words.

"You.. always wear it." His mother hesitantly said, seeming a little worried for whatever reason. "I.. do? Since when?" Skid asked, seeming more confused. "Since.. since you discovered spooky month, remember?" His mother asked, her voice sounding a little frantic with worry.

Skid did not answer, only giving her another confused look. She then asked, "Son, are you feeling okay?"

"...I don't know." Skid answered. He then looked down at the table, widening his eyes slightly. "Hey.. where's my breakfast? Where did it go?" He asked, the plate of his breakfast along with the orange juice had suddenly vanished.

His mother then raised a brow, and said, "What do you mean? You just ate it."

"...I did?"

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Skid sat in the living room, sitting on the floor, watching a horror movie. His mother had still been in the kitchen, she seemed as if she were on the phone with someone, though for whatever reason, she was talking in a more quiet tone than usual. Oh well, Skid did not mind, he only cared for the movie.

Occasionally, Skid would find himself replying to the characters on screen like they were actually there. Sure, the movie was enjoyable, but sometimes he felt as if they were real people talking to him, despite him knowing how unreal that sounded.

He would feel his mother's gaze on him deepen anytime he tried replying to the movie characters diologue, so eventually, he stopped after a bit. The main character on screen had said, "Where am I? Is she.. lying to me?" Skid widened his eyes slightly, looking down at his palms.

He felt his palms beginning to shake. His eyes felt glossy, glistening, like they were about to burst into an explosion of tears. He didn't know why. Why would he be crying? Was there any reason for crying?

"She's lying to you." A voice suddenly said.

Skid turned around, and saw a figure next to the couch. The figure seemed male, with a crooked smile and brown messy hair, he seemed to be wearing an orange shirt along with some blue overalls. Skid slowly said to the figure, "What.. what do you mean? She isn't lying to me, she's my mom!"

The figure chuckled in a mischevious and slightly demonic manner, "You know she's lying to you. This isn't your house, you know that. Maybe you should defend yourself against her. Maybe you should hurt her."

"..n—no, I'm not doing that! You.. you should get out of here, this is.. this is my house!" Skid seemed hesitant as he spoke that, still not exactly recognizing this place as where he lived with his mother.

The figure chuckled, slowly standing up, "Oh yeah? Make me.. I'll hurt you, you know." It had a crooked, almost manic smile as it stood up. "N—No.. no, wait, no.. g—get out! Get out of my house! This is my house! You don't belong here, get out!" Skid began to frantically scream over the manic chuckling of the figure.

He then heard a female voice from behind the couch, and the manic chuckling suddenly stopped. "What is all that screaming? Son, who are you talking to?" Immediately, he recognized it as his mother, and turned around.

"M—Mom, help—this—this man is telling me to do bad things! Get—get him out of our house! I don't like him!" Skid begged, turning around to face his mother, he pointed to the figure, he seemed like he was about to cry or panic any moment now.

His mother then said slowly, "Skid.. thats a doll."

"...w—what?" Skid uttered, "No its no—" as he turned to the figure, he stopped talking.

Surely enough, in the place of the figure, it had merely been a doll. The manic grin was gone, and it was completely silent.

Skid slowly looked at his mom, unsure of what to do next.

His eyes widened, and he looked down at his palms, he was beginning to panic.

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#read the tws #spooky month #skid spooky month #skid #lila spooky month #lila #skid and lila #lila and skid #angst

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azulbun · 28 days

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Sketch - Tis but a scratch! 🩸🔪

I finally sat down and watch all the spooky month videos, I really like the characters!

#my art #spooky month #spooky month fanart #bob velseb #spooky month lila #spooky month skid #horror art #//blood

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probslozer · 1 month

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bone apple teeth?

#my art #fanart #spooky month fanart #spooky month lila #lila fanart #jaune fanart #spooky month jaune #spooky month #skid fan art #bob fanart #bob velseb #bob velseb fanart #spooky month bob #jaune #lila #comic #spooky month comic

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spooky-month-archive · 2 months

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Doodles

#spooky month #skid #pump #lila #jaune #bob velseb #dexter erotoph #roy #moloch #the eyes of the universe #art

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buberb · 2 months

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SPOOKY POTATO💥💥💥💥

Gregor scolds the potatoes 🥔🥔🥔

#Spooky potato #spooky month 6: hollow sorrows #Spooky Month Frank #skid and pump #Spooky Month John and Jack #hatzgang #Father Gregor #moloch #spooky month ignacio #Spooky Month Petty #spooky month lila

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latteandjacks · 30 days

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I'm back at making these

Taduction for the last two:

"Love how you plan everything" "It's called having anxiety"

2. "How is your monday going, unknown person who administrates the Candy Club account?" "I think I have depression xd (XD)" "Hi, Vicky here! CEO of social media administration of the Candy Club. I'm sorry for the last message. it was an accident and it won't happen again. We're having a great monday and I hope you too!"