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cyncerity · 1 year

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alien terrarium au!!

here it is! i said it’d be today, so it’s done! 1 min before it becomes tomorrow!

minor thing, tho: this is extremely unedited. like, there are a lot of things i post that aren’t edited fully, but i didn’t even fully read this one in one sitting. but i’m not free again until this tuesday or wednesday, so i’m not gonna make you guys wait that long lol

basically it’s midnight and i’m way too fucking busy so i’m gonna post it and edit it when i have time to later in the week. if you wanna wait for the fully edited version, ignore this until i specify that I edited it. if you don’t care, i hope you enjoy! this has been an on again off again thing for a few weeks and i’m so glad to finally have it like 95% done :)

tw: soft safe vore, unconventional vore ig?

“We have to cut our losses here. We don’t have enough to fund this any longer, and there’s no one we can reach out to for more money. We can’t risk this getting out.” “Fine, I- I know, it’s just…this is a breakthrough. We can’t afford to give up now.” “We won’t. We just need some time to get back on our feet is all. Besides, he knows what to do now…” the scientists turned their heads to the one way mirror they stood behind. A little boy, barely a teenager, sat behind it on his bed, his eyes glassy and unblinking, turned a glossy pearlescent white. Their project, practically their life’s work. Well, the container for it, anyway.

***

Wilbur heard the three scientists come into the room, and somehow registered one of them motion vaguely with their hand despite his eyes being effectively turned off, which meant they wanted him back in their world. Ugh. Still, he cut off his thoughts with his practically other half, eyes beginning to function again and the scientists approaching him as they saw his eyes shift back to the colors they were supposed to be.

“Wilbur, what we’re going to tell you is very, very important, so you have to listen carefully. It’s your life at stake if this goes wrong. And his.” The one in blue said, gesturing to Wilbur’s torso. Well, that was certainly a way to get his attention. Wilbur didn’t say a word, though; the green one didn’t like it when he ‘sassed them,’ so he instead scooted back and placed both arms protectively around himself and his…what did they call him once, ‘cargo’? He was sure he heard Green call him a ‘parasite’ once, which was rude. Still, they must have noticed his panic, cause the orange one responded immediately. “It’ll all be ok, things will just have to change for a minute here. You’re…youre not going to be able to stay here for a while.” “What?!” Wilbur said, unable to restrain himself. The green one went to speak up but was silenced by blue, who just whispered something about him being ‘scared’ and how this was ‘probably a lot to handle.’ Yeah, no shit it was!

“I get this is a huge change, I do, but it’s necessary for now. We don’t have the necessary resources to keep taking care of you here. We need to find a way to keep you safe and healthy, both of you. You’ll be staying somewhere secure while we find somewhere more reclusive to hide you. We don’t want anyone finding out anything and putting the two of you in danger.” Orange said, sitting next to Wilbur and rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. Right. Right, he had a purpose. And if part of his purpose was to survive without his caretakers for a short while, he could do it. If it meant safety for his stowaway, he could do it.

“You doin ok, bud?” Orange asked, and Wilbur nodded slightly. Orange was his favorite of the main three. He was always nice, and even gave him extra treats when he was behaving! “When do you think you can be ready to leave, Wil?” Green asked, crouching to be at level with where he sat. “Whenever you need me to be, sir.” Green smiled and ruffled his hair. Wil always tried to be extra good for Green. It’s not like he didn’t like him, it’s just that Green was more likely to yell at him if he messed up. “Good kid. We’ll leave tomorrow morning and introduce you to who you’ll be staying with. Try to get some rest.” He said, smiling before leaving and leading the other two out with him.

***

“Sam! Hey buddy!” Dream said, jumping out of the side of his van and running over to his old friend. “Dream! How’ve you been?” “Pretty good, you?” “Doin pretty good myself.” Sam replied, pulling Dream in for a hug. “So, who’s this kid you found?” “Calls himself Wilbur. We found him a few months ago, but we’re a bit short on money right now and can’t handle another mouth to feed. He won’t stay here for long, promise, just till we find a more stable income.” Dream hated to lie to an old friend, but he couldn’t afford his secret to be leaked. “I’m always lookin to help out, especially for a friend. Anything I need to know about him?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of an odd one, but that’s what we love about him.” Dream chuckled, hoping his friend was still oblivious. “He disassociates a lot. Like, constantly, and tends to get really upset if people try to mess with him when he’s like that. He also doesn’t do a lot of physical activity. Bruises take longer to heal for him, he gets sore easily, and his immune system doesn’t handle cuts well. He’s not very talkative, and he’s got some weird scars all over him. We think the two are connected, but we don’t know what this kid has been through.” Dream finished, and Sam nodded solemnly. Great, he was taking the bait. He was less likely to ask questions if he thought he was prying into the past of an abused child.

meanwhile, in the van…

“We found you abandoned. You’re just staying here until we get more stable jobs and can afford to feed you again. If he ever asks you about where you came from, you look away or change the subject as quickly as possible. You don’t know why you disassociate. You don’t know where the scars came from. Never do any of your caretaker necessities for him in front of Sam. He can’t know. Got it?” “Got it. He’ll never know.” Blue nodded back. Orange had just kind of been pacing in the van as Blue gave him the rundown again. Green came back to the van with a hand out towards Wilbur, giving him a reassuring smile.

Wilbur was about to take the hand before his arm got tugged and he was pulled into a hug from behind. A gentle one, obviously no one wanted to risk damaging what was inside of him, but a hug all the same. He didn’t get many of those. When the person pulled away he saw it was Orange, who was smiling proudly. “You’re gonna be fine kid. We believe in you. I’ll miss you, ok?” Wilbur just smiled back and nodded. “I’ll miss you, too. We both will.” He said before taking Dreams hand and walking outside with him.

***

It had been an…odd week with Wilbur in Sam’s opinion. Firstly, he’d been way more interested in things like trees and grass than any normal child would be, but refused to touch them. He also spent 95% of his time in the guest bedroom with the door locked, never making a sound. Who knows, maybe the kid just liked to sleep. He refused to play any sort of physical game, like Dream had warned him, but he seemed overly cautious of anything that could hurt him. But he wouldn’t pry, that wasn’t his job. His job was to take care of the kid until Dream, George, and Sapnap could take him back. Right?

That’s what he was supposed to do, but somehow, against all logic…he knew this kid. The giant brown eyes, the curly brown hair, his face shape, it was all so familiar. But why?

Until it hit him.

He’d woken up in a cold sweat, immediately racing to his computer to see if he was right. And his suspicions were confirmed, against all odds. There, on his friends facebook page, was a photo of him and his young son. His young son who was Wilbur’s age. His young son who used to have an identical twin brother who went missing when he was just a few years old.

Sam knew Wilbur’s face because Wil wasn’t the only person he knew with that face.

Sam wasted no time calling. He must’ve called 12 times before someone answered, which was fair given the ungodly hour, but this was urgent. “What the fuck, Sam…” and groggy voice answered. “Mate, it’s, like, 4 in the morning, what could possibly be this important-”

“Phil, I think I found your son.”

***

Breakfast was different the next morning. Wilbur walked downstairs only to see two strangers sitting at Sam’s table, one an adult and one a child around his age. The adult looked about as old as Sam, which was to say a bit older than his scientists. He had blonde hair and kind blue eyes, and was wearing a dark green sweater jacket over a white button up. The other had long pick hair pulled back into a loose messy braid and glasses almost reminding Wil of his own except square instead of circular. He wore a simple pink hoodie and dirtied jeans and surprisingly clean white sneakers, but he must have been staring, cause soon the kid looked over to him and-

Wilbur’s breath froze.

Why…why did this kid have his face?

At this point, the man had looked over to, and immediately shot up from where he was sitting, knocking over the chair he was sitting on in the process and making Wilbur flinch. “Orpheus?” Wilbur stared blankly for a few moments before the man rushed him, barely giving him time to react before he was pulled into a hug.

Not a gentle one like Orange knew to give. Not one given by someone that knew why so few people were even allowed to touch him. A lung crushing, tight hug that was unbelievably painful after so much time with such infrequent gentle touching. He rarely found his mind drifting back to his the feeling of cargo in him, given that he’d lived most of his life with him and had gotten used to the odd sensations, but now it was impossible to ignore. Everything in him, everything that had been worked on so diligently, everything that had been removed and replaced and rearranged to make him perfect for his purpose, and his stowaway inside were being crushed. His purpose, the thing he’d been raised to protect, his only true constant in his life, was being crushed. It was the most horrifying downpour of fear he’d ever felt.

Wilbur screamed.

He screamed bloody murder as the adult let go and backed away, eyes wide. Wilbur vaguely noticed that both the strangers were crying, but he didn’t care. Wilbur only stopped screaming once his air was gone and now replaced by jagged breathing and spasms in his lungs. He felt like he was about to collapse as his vision darkened and his limbs began shaking. He needed to know if he was ok. If he wasn’t, Wilbur would never forgive himself. He needed to know.

“Kiddo, I need you to take deep breaths, ok, I think you’re having a panic a-“ “Stay the hell away from me! All of you!!” Wilbur screamed, voice hoarse as he smacked Sam’s hand away and ran up to his guest room and locked the door. He sat on the bed with a thud and tried to stop his shaking, but couldn’t spare much time for that since he had to make sure his cargo was still ok. He needed him to be ok. God, he was still just a kid, even younger than Wilbur. He can’t have let him get hurt.

He tried to take deep breaths and reached his mind out to some foreign instinct he knew. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how it came so easily, but it was such a central part of his brain that he could find it with ease. The second he got close to it, his whole body relaxed involuntarily. He hadn’t done that, which only meant…

“Oh, Tommy, thank god.” Wilbur sighed out loud, though the rest was said just to Tommy in the special way only they could communicate. He felt Tommy slow his heart rate more as he felt like he was being sucked away from his body into a void that words couldn’t possibly describe. “Wilbur!” a voiced called out. It hadn’t come from anywhere, just everywhere, like Wilbur’s did when he was here. Wherever ‘here’ was. He didn’t really know. It wasn’t like a darkness or white area, it was just…nothing. Not a nothingness that couldn’t be seen, but felt. Devoid of anything that could make it describable. Wilbur liked to joke that it was the emptiness in Tommy’s brain. “What was all that outside? You know i’ve got se-“ “Sensitive hearing, I know. I was being loud. Sorry.”

Wilbur could basically see Tommy huff and roll his eyes, despite the fact that he’d never seen Tommy at all. He knew every detail of his little brother friend, and Tommy knew every detail of Wilbur. Despite neither of them being able to see in their respective nothings, somehow they could sense every “move” (aka the movement they imagined themselves making since they didn’t have bodies in the nothingness) the other made in the void. Also Tommy can sometimes see through Wil’s eyes to look at reflections, but he rarely does that. Green doesn’t like when he does that.

Still though, he knew Tommy. He may not know what he looks like perfectly, but he knew Tommy. In an odd sense, he knew his details, but never what he truly looked like. He could list the facts of how Tommy was, but he had a feeling of deja vu whenever he tried to imagine a face or any detailed image of his body. He never could, he just knew the facts, like he’d seen Tommy but the detailed image in his brain had been removed and blurred beyond recognition. It seemed kind of unfair to him, given that Tommy knew exactly what he looked like because of the shared vision things and mirrors existing.

Still, though, he knew the pale white-blue of his skin the bright blonde of his hair and otherworldly accents. The shining, almost glowing iridescence of his eyes and the strange markings found on his body. He was mostly humanoid, which had initially shocked Wilbur and the scientists. Orange had warned him once that since they had no idea what Tommy was, something inhuman and vicious could easily rip through him. It scared him a little, but at that point he’d seen Tommy’s egg once and had grown monumentally attached, lethal beast creature or not. But Tommy was humanoid, except for one thing; he didn’t have legs. Rather, he had a long predominately red scaly tail like a snake.

When Wilbur was first getting used to Tommy’s being in there, the hardest thing to deal with was one: the odd feeling of scales against his sensitive organs and two: Tommy was almost always cold. How he could stay shockingly chilly in almost 100° Wilbur didn’t know, but that’s probably a big factor on why Tommy couldn’t be in open air; he’d freeze to death. Or his aversion to any form of light (maybe that was an understatement: a dim lamp 2 rooms over could kill him). But besides that, his unnatural colors, and a few other random snake-like features, Tommy was far from the horrific deep space lovecraftian monster he or the scientists were expecting. He was more just a little person who also happened to be a snake from space. No biggie.

“I- I don’t know what happened down there. There’s…there’s these two people, and one looks exactly like me and the other called me the wrong name and rushed to hug me and I panicked cause I thought he hurt you. You’re not hurt, are you?” “I’m right as rain, mr. human man. I’m sturdier than you think. Er, well, you’re sturdy and I’m in here so yeah I’m good.” Tommy responded, letting out an unearthly mix of a rumble and a hiss as he did. Wilbur liked Tommy’s weird alien noises, it comforted him. He sighed. “Still, I should’ve been more careful-“

“No you shouldn’t have! Stop bein a..a uh…” he paused for a minute to mumble a series of his weird Tommy noises before starting again. “what’s the english word for someone who takes blame for no reason and thinks that they need to solve every problem ever cause somehow everything is their fault?” “I think you’re talking about a martyr complex.” “Stop have’n a martyn complex!” Tommy yelled back, making Wilbur laugh. He pressed a hand against where he felt Tommy within himself, in one of the open areas that had been cleared just for him. Tommy pressed back and started to purr, a common reflex for him when he was happy, excited, or just needed to comfort Wilbur.

Even if Wilbur’s and Tommy’s consciouses were in the nothingness, they could still feel their body’s and move a little bit, even if it was more difficult than when they were awake. Wilbur liked to think of it as the same type of gesture that his scientists would do when they rubbed his hair or gave him a side hug, something he would love to try but could never do with Tommy. He thought Tommy deserved to have his hair played with or to be hugged, but it could never happen. But the pressing in, the only amount of intentional contact they’ve ever had and could ever have, worked just fine as a replacement. Something comforting and quick to show he cared. Of course, Tommy knew he cared, they’ve lived together (well, one within the other, but same difference) for most of Wilbur’s life and all of Tommy’s.

“Still, though…i don’t know what to do. Sam hasn’t had anyone else over, i don’t know what they’re doing here.” “I’d say good old fashion spying, then. See if you can get closer and make out what they’re saying.” “Good idea-“ Wilbur said, beginning to break off the connection before Tommy shouted out. “Wait! Aren’t you gonna let me see?” Wilbur rolled his eyes and somehow, in a way he couldnt describe, let Tommy’s weird telekinetic force into his mind. He opened his eyes and he was back in his room, the nothingness vanished and his body back in his full control. He looked to his mirror and sure enough, the shiny white gloss that overtook his eyes when talking to Tommy had confined itself to just Wilbur’s pupils. He’d given Tommy access.

“There, is that better?” Wilbur asked quietly, unable to respond telepathically when not in his weird zoned out state. The lack of that void didn’t seem to pose an issue for Tommy, though, as Wilbur heard an enthusiastic “Yup!” mixed with a few alien chirps echo through his mind as a response. Wil nodded to his reflection (and Tommy by proxy) and went to the stairs. He probably didn’t need to go down, he just needed to be able to hear them.

***

Ok that was, in hindsight, a bad decision.

“‘Dad?!’ I have a dad!? And a brother!?!” Wilbur whisper yelled, pacing back and forth across his room. With Sam and the now-not-so-much-strangers still talking in their kitchen, he figured it’d be safe to talk outside of the mind void. Tommy, meanwhile, laid himself against the front of Wilbur’s storage, rubbing circles into the walls to try and calm him down. “Maybe that’s not so horrible! I mean, you’re not an orphan! That’s normally a good thing, right?” Tommy said skeptically.

“Maybe it would have been 9 years ago! But now I have you!” Wilbur said, stopping to sit on his bed and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I don’t know them. I don’t remember them at all; you’d think if they were a good family to me I’d at least recall that they existed. But I don’t. How could I ever trust them with knowing about you?” “I…I don’t know. But…you have a dad, Wil! And a brother! That’s not something you can just ignore! Neither of us know what it’s really like to have a family, maybe…you could learn for the both of us?”

Wilbur sighed. He knew Tommy was right. And they’d both wondered where their families were; if they missed their sons, if they even wanted to give them up in the first place, what ever happened to them. Wilbur always felt awful because Tommy would likely never know. The odds that his parents were even still alive were slim, and it’s not like he ended up on earth with very specific instructions on how to take care of him by accident. But Wilbur had never thought his family could show up, either, yet here they were.

“What do we do about the trio?” “You know how I feel about them. Let’s see if those two are any better.” To be fair, Wil did know how Tommy felt about them; he didn’t like them at all. Tom didn’t like the tests they ran on him, he didn’t like what they put Wil through in order to do tests on him, he didn’t like how they treated his big brother caretaker as the less important one in their experiments, and he didn’t like how damn nosy they were. That part even bugged Wilbur. How the hell did they expect Tommy to be able to explain so much about what he was? He’d never met anyone like himself either, he’d been hatched on earth!

“Well, at least we know them. They’re predictable, and we know they have our best intentions at heart. Our. They know how to help the both of us and I- I don’t know if I can do all this alone.” “Wilbur you haven’t been alone since the day I was born. You’re not gonna start now.”

“What if something happens to you and I don’t know how to fix it? It’s my job to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I couldn’t live with myself if I let myself get caught up in some familial adventure and you ended up getting hurt because of it.” “I get it but don’t you think that’s unfair?” Wilbur paused. “Wh..what do you mean ‘unfair’?” “We’re kids. You’re a kid. It sucks for you that I’m your responsibility, it’s unfair that you gave up your childhood to keep me safe. But you can get it back, some of it, at least. Just…see if this can work out. If not for you, then for me. I hate seeing you put yourself on the back burner like this, Wil, I hate it. I can’t stand that i’m the reason you can’t have friends or play or be a kid. But this could change that. If it can’t, we’ll go to whatever lab the trio puts us in next. I’m sure they’ll be sooo thrilled that you’ve met your family.”

“Tommy don’t say those things about yourself.” Wilbur said, hugging his arms around himself. “I chose to take care of you, and I’ve never regretted it. Not for a second. You’re worth everything I willingly gave up, ok?” He heard a disgruntled noise in response. “Fine, we’ll come back to this conversation later. For now…ok. I’ll..I’ll give them a shot-” He heard Tommy cheer with a mix of wooing and trilling that he made when he was excited “-but Sam obviously knows the trio, so i’m sure he’ll tell them about my family at some point if he hasn’t already.” “I figured, but what are they gonna do? They can’t take you if you want to stay.” “Emphasis on if I want to stay, remember?” “Got it, bossman.”

“Wilbur?” He heard a voice outside call while knocking before the door opened a crack. “Were you…talking to someone..?” Sam said, poking his head in through the gap a bit. “Uh, no, I just..uh..kinda talk to myself sometimes. But I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” Wilbur said, trying to move past his previous conversation as quickly as possible. The less Sam questioned why he was talking to an empty room, the better. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that, I just…don’t like being touched.” Not exactly true, but if it would keep the blonde guy and his clone from touching him it could be the truth for a while. Sam just solemnly nodded. “I’m sorry, I told him about you and how you were just kinda found with no memories, but…I don’t think he believed that your amnesia was as bad as I told him it was. I don’t think it hit him that you really didn’t know him until you ran off…Wil, he’s-” “He’s my dad, apparently. I was eavesdropping, i heard you talking downstairs.” Sam stared wide eyed for a second before he nodded solemnly.

“I know this must be a lot. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling them here, you obviously didn’t expect to meet your long lost family while you stayed for the month. But…I’ve been friends with Phil for a while. That’s the blonde guy, by the way. He…he didn’t take losing you well. I was there for him when he and Techno were grieving and it..it was horrible. They were so broken.” Sam said, eyes beginning to shine from unshed tears. “I can ask them to leave if you want, I understand if-“ “I don’t want them to go.” Wilbur interrupted, almost mad at himself that he’d let Tommy talk him into this. “I want to meet them. I want to see what they’re like again.“

“Really? I mean, you can, but I just thought-“ “I’ve made up my mind. Can I meet them again?” “Y-yeah, yeah, absolutely.” Sam said, leading Wilbur out the doors down the stairs. He heard Tommy make a few more excited chirps before he started purring again. Like always, it put Wilbur at ease a bit. He followed close behind Sam down the stairs and back to the kitchen, where he saw the pink haired boy leaned over the blonde guy, who was sitting at the table with his head on his folded arms. The pink haired boy’s head snapped up from where he’d been comforting his father as Sam and Wilbur re-entered the room, eyes narrowing at Wilbur like he was a rabid animal. In the awkward silence, Phil looked up, and it almost pained Wilbur too see his red cheeks and puffy eyes. He really hadn’t meant to hurt the guys feelings, he just panicked. They all stared at each other for a moment before Wilbur realized that they were probably waiting for him to speak up. Great.

“Uh…I’m sorry for screaming at you, Mr. Phil. I don’t do well with…surprise contact. You just scared me, is all.” The man just continued to stare back at Wilbur for a moment. “You…you really don’t remember me, do you, Orpheus?” Wilbur looked back and took a deep breath. This may have been for Tommy, but he had to stand his ground here. “I’m going to say this once, and only once cause I don’t think you can handle hearing it a second time, ok? You think you can handle this?” Phil looked a bit confused at the annoyed tone but nodded, prompting Wil to continue. “Good, cause here it is: I don’t know who Orpheus is. I don’t know who he was. All I know is he’s not me. Maybe he was, but not anymore. So maybe your grieving wasn’t in vain: because he is in fact very much dead.”

Wilbur paused as Phil’s face fell and tears started to run down his face again. Even the pink haired boy had started crying. He tried to ignore it. “My name is Wilbur. If you want to know me, not Orpheus, me, I…I’m willing to try to connect with you again. I don’t mean to be heartless but I need you to understand that if you want me back, there will be no prior standards for me. I won’t try to change how I am now to be the person I used to be for your amusement, because frankly? I couldn’t give less of a shit about what you want, because I don’t know fuck all about either of you. If you came here to find the son you lost, I’d suggest leaving. Any questions?”

Shocked silence filled the room. Phil stood silent and still as tears poured down his face, his clone even started to cry when he saw Phil crying, and Sam looked like he’d just watched a bomb go off. Wilbur just stood at the center waiting for something to change. For Sam to send him to his room, for Phil to break down even worse or for him and his son to deem Wilbur too different and abandon him (again), but nothing was happening. ‘Way to sugarcoat it, Wil.’ quietly played in his head, as if Tommy was afraid he’d somehow interrupt the group despite them not being able to hear him. He’d elbow himself in the gut later, that’d probably look really weird if he did it now.

“…Do you want to come home with us?” Phil said after a few minutes, shocking Wilbur. “Do you want me to?” Phil just nodded and wiped a few more tears from

his face. “Even if you don’t remember us, you’re still my son. You always will be. I’ve missed you so, so much Wilbur.” He said, kneeling to be at eye level. Wilbur just sighed. “Ok, then…let’s go home, I guess. I didn’t come here with much, I can just go with you now?” “Really?” Phil said, surprised but seemingly excited. “Oh, o-ok then! I thought you’d want a few days but, uh, sure! As long as Sam is ok with that?”

“Oh yeah, Sam!” Wilbur interrupted, turning to face the man who’d just kind of been standing silently, clearly unsure of what to do in the situation. “I need you to tell my guardians what happened. They’ll

probably understand, but they’ll also want to meet my long lost family

since they raised me and all.” ‘More like interrogate them and possibly file a restraining order so they can never take us again, but same difference I guess.’ Tommy chimed in unhelpfully. Wilbur ignored him. “Give them Phil’s address asap so they know where to find me. Also give me their phone numbers, i don’t remember them.” “Wait, guardians?” Phil chimed in, lightly tapping Wilbur on the shoulder with a concerned look. “You have legal guardians?”

“Three college aged guys, yeah. But I wouldn’t say legal,” Wilbur explained, “they just kind of took me in when I was lost without my memories. They tried to find you for a few years but gave up after a while. I couldn’t really give them any info to go off of.” “Oh…do they treat you well?” “Yes.” ‘No.’ Wilbur and Tommy said at the same time, though obviously only one was heard. “That’s…that’s good, i guess.” Phil said quietly, then it was back to the awkward silence. Godammit, Wilbur hated silence. Was it gonna be like this all the time with Phil?

“Well then, let’s get a move on.” Said the pink haired boy who Wilbur had only remembered was in the room when he spoke up. He’d been pretty silent, but at least his tears had dried. That was better than Phil was doing. “And you are?” Wilbur asked. “Technoblade, but most people call me Techno.” he said, holding a hand out. Wilbur just stared trying to figure out why he was doing that. Was it a high five? Sometimes orange would give him a high five when he did a good job testing, but why was he doing it sideways?

Wilbur smacked his hand quickly and pulled away, smiling awkwardly. Techno just lowered his hand and stared. Shit, he was wrong about the high five, wasn’t he?“Ok…” Techno said, “we’re gonna have to re-teach you some stuff, aren’t we?” “Uuuhhh…maybe.” Wilbur said quietly as he heard Tommy laugh at him. Asshole.

Wilbur made his way to their car after grabbing his bag and saying goodbye to Sam. The packed into the car, and Wilbur was met with the silence again. Phil seemed…weary of him, to put it best. Like he was dam one bad storm away from breaking. Techno seemed more disinterested in him, just playing on a phone as Phil started to drive, never looking up at him. Well, he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence this time. He didn’t want to talk to them anyway.

Instead, he let himself fall into his nothingness, connecting with Tommy on the other side. “Well that went great!” Tommy said sarcastically. “I stood my ground.” Wilbur shot back. “I don’t want to be treated like some lost broken kid. I’m 13. I know what I’m doing.” “Well, I like them. They seem nice!” Wilbur wasn’t sure how to respond. Sure, Phil seemed like he wanted to care about him. Techno seemed…willing, at least, even if he was a bit nonchalant. But could he trust these people? They were the people who abandoned him and left him to almost starve to death in the woods as a toddler. That wasn’t exactly something a loving family would do, but they seemed happy to see him alive. Was it a mistake? How could they have fucked up badly enough that he got amnesia and almost died at the ripe age of 4?

But Tommy seemed so excited. As much as the scientists always tried to make sure it didn’t happen, Wilbur loved Tommy. He really was like a little brother, they’d grown up together. They’d both always been told that it would be for the best that they didn’t make that kind of connection in case something where to go wrong, but who else did they have? Tommy was family to him, and damn if he wouldn’t do anything to make the little boy happy. He sighed. “Yeah, well…let’s hope so.”

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(Not done a tuesday) Made the ever lovely Macy @celestialmickey & I was tagged these sunbeams by Michelle @mmmichyyy Vey @look-i-love-u Evie @energievie Ling @lingy910y Deanne @deedala Michelle @michellemisfit Cherry @too-schoolforcool Jay @surviving-maybe Kaka @stocious Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Paola @mishervellous Nosho @ creepkinginc Carolie @shinygalaxyperson

Name: Myn

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/they

When is your birthday? 31 of July ♌️

Where do you call home? Sydneeeey

Do you have any pets? My silly girl Roxy (i spelt her name the last tag game whoops i was reading a book by a Roxie 😅)

Here she is in her winter puffer ❤️ (a pic as per Donna's request 🥰)

Current favourite musical artist: Twice ever since I saw them live in concert two weeks ago & Sabrina Carpenter 🔥

What do you do for work? Australian DMV but we're actually helpful & not shitty as the horror stories I've heard lol

If you could have lunch with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be? I'd love to lunch with Noel Fisher 😍 Oh the insightful conversations we'd have about Mickey & maybe where he thinks Mickey & Ian would be if he didn't leave season 6

What are you wearing right now? Big red oodie it's bed time❣️

You’re going back to school, what’s your major? Animation I would love to do course even thinking about going back one day

Last fanfic or book you read:

Fanfic : A reread of That's a Wrap by @crossmydna gosh it's got everything I love in a fic & just an exhilarating read

Book: Manifesting by Roxie Nafousi

and finally, share a happy memory with me: Going to the on a spontaneous beach trip with @999april999 Just a beautiful adventure going to a beach I've never been before. We swam, blew bubbles, explored rocky formations, wished in a well & made a little terrarium with a small hermit crab & star fish we found then set them free in the rock pools. Had deep & meaningful conversations & ended the day petting these newborn stray kittens that ended up in my front yard. It was magical 🌟

I'm tagging these starlights if y'all wanna play 🥰 @scarcrosseduntouched @ian-galagher @messedwithmandy @captainjowl @sluttymickey @squidyyy23 @suzy-queued @milkovetti @beebabycastiel @notherenewjersey @bravemikhailo @demontargaryen @skies-below @chicanomick @mikcrymilkovich @suchagallabitch @tomorrowillmissyou @darthvaders-wife @gallavichgeek @crossmydna @shameless-notashamed @sickness-health-all-that-shit @7x10mickey @francesrose3 @whatwouldmickeydo @tanktopgallavich @xninetiestrendx @depressedstressedlemonzest @juliakayyy @arrowflier @howlinchickhowl @sleepyfacetoughguy @deathclassic @flamingbluepanda @good-then-dont

#tag game

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pastafossa · 1 year

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Right so they're coming tuesday to tear open the ceiling and fix the pipes which means I have to get ALL the furniture out of there + all the art on the walls + Pepperoni's massive terrarium within the mext few days. I'm honestly not... sure where it'll go??? Especially the snake tank.

#my snake tank is in that room cause it's the best place for the snake tank #and potentially the ONLY place it fits #so I need to rearrange a bunch of other furniture just to get him out #but where do I put THAT furniture #and will THAT throw off the table I have to get out of that room too???#i am about to play tetris jfc #i'm terrible at tetris

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melibemusca · 2 years

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a little old place where we can get together

Ligur was lolling on the lovesac in front of the TV when he heard the front door open. He tilted his head back and called, “Game Night?”

“Game Night,” agreed Hastur’s voice from the kitchen, followed by the thunk of a sixpack being set on the counter.

When Ligur had been living with Michael, Game Night had been every Tuesday. Now it was any night that Hastur decided to come over.

Ligur leaned forward to grab the consoles without letting his butt leave the lovesac. The giant beanbag had been on sale when he’d been looking to furnish his new apartment, because nobody wanted swamp green. But Ligur loved swamp green; it went great with his only other piece of furniture, Demon’s terrarium.

Ligur mashed his body to one side of the lovesac and booted up the game, listening to Hastur pop the caps off two bottles. “Hullo, Demon,” muttered Hastur as he walked past the terrarium, sounding as fond as he ever did. Which wasn’t very, but was still more affectionate than Michael had ever been when speaking to Ligur’s pet chameleon. Come to think of it, she never did talk to Demon, she only talked about him, as if he couldn’t hear her.

Hurt both Demon’s and Ligur’s feelings, that did.

The lovesac sank as Hastur dropped onto it. “You need a couch,” he grunted, an important Game Night ritual. They’d agreed during the first Game Night in Ligur’s new apartment that it was pretty weird for two dudes to share the same beanbag, but they could manage as long as it was temporary. Thus the need to regularly reaffirm the imminent acquisition of a couch.

“Yeah,” agreed Ligur, taking the beer that Hastur offered and properly looking at his friend for the first time since he’d walked in the door. Same messy blond hair, hollow eyes, and weird crooked smile. Good. Hastur wasn’t attractive, not that Ligur spend time thinking about what made men attractive, which meant it was even more okay to share the lovesac with him.

“You’re staring,” said Hastur, the side of his mouth pulling up even higher in a grin that other people called creepy.

Ligur liked creepy. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took several long swallows without breaking eye contact. Then he dropped it and wiped his mouth. “Right, let’s play.”

As Ligur took a blade to every body, and Hastur proceeded to rip all riches and life from the land, the space between them shrank. When they were pressed thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder, Ligur took his cue for the next part of the ritual. “How’s it going with that Dagon chick?”

Hastur grunted sourly. “Last time she came into the bar, she had some person with her.”

“Guy or girl?”

“Couldn’t tell. Doesn’t matter. Kept a hand on Dagon’s back, ordered for her, made her laugh. Date crap.”

“Maybe–”

“No,” Hastur cut him off.

“Oh.”

Ligur took over capturing and ransoming the young so that Hastur could flay and render flesh, one of his favorite bits. Hastur’s pointy elbow kept jostling Ligur’s side, so he dug his elbow back. After a few rounds of that, Hastur cleared his throat and asked, “How’s Michael?”

That wasn’t in the script. Ligur shrugged. “I think she’s banging Lucifer again.”

Hastur made a face that almost looked like sympathy. It annoyed Ligur. “We broke up,” he reminded his friend.

“Yeah,” said Hastur. “You never told me why.”

“No,” said Ligur shortly. “I didn’t.”

Apparently Hastur was all about the improv tonight. “Always thought it was a bit funny, you dating a girl named Michael.”

“Why?”

“Well. It’s a boy’s name. People ever think you were gay?”

“Sometimes.” Ligur considered that he’d like to be drunk for this conversation, but his beer was empty and he didn’t want to get up for another. Hastur was leaning on him heavily enough that he’d probably fall over. “Why, did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Think I was gay?” There, now they’d both used the word.

“Dunno,” mumbled Hastur. On the screen, they caused the earth’s entrails to exude from its body, and the village paid obeisance in word and tribute.

“We split because of you,” said Ligur.

“Me?”

“Michael said I was more into you than I was into her, and I told her to shut her stupid face, and she kicked me out.”

“Oh,” said Hastur. He dropped his controller and turned to Ligur, and then he was pressing that weird smile right against Ligur’s mouth. So Ligur dropped his controller too, putting his hands in Hastur’s gross hair.

“I have to tell you something,” said Ligur after a bit, sprawled horizontally in the lovesac.

“Yeah?” said Hastur, who was underneath him.

“I’m tired of Animal Crossing. Next Game Night we’re playing Stardew Valley.”

Okay so this is what happened. There was a conversation about lovesacs that led to @charlottemadison42 outlining a slobby gamer AU which @moondawntreader proposed applying to maggot husbands and then I said “what game should they be playing” and @goodbyevanny said Animal Planet Crossing and @ack-emma gave me the violent ways to describe real gameplay (and @cassieoh too!) so yeah. Moral of the story, I feel lucky to know such clever people. Also I never tired of getting Ligur and Hastur together in weird ways.

#maggot husbands #good omens hastur #good omens ligur #hastur x ligur #hastur/ligur #good omens human au #good omens ficlet #inspired by friends #enormously enabled by friends #thank you friends

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larissa-the-scribe · 3 months

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New Year's Resolutions

I have made several New Year's resolutions for writing and craft and career, and one of them is to more silly on tumblr. It is the clown website, after all, and one should never take oneself too seriously. Especially as an aspiring author.

Mostly that just means I won't be only posting original content on here (though obviously still a lot of that), but also tossing vague opinions on media I've consumed out into the ether, or memes, or something that occurred to me during Bible reading, or whatever (I will be avoiding serious/controversial topics such as politics). This is partially for fun, and to be social, and partially in the cynical attempt to interact more with mutuals because I like y'all. The bots are on thin ice, however.

Also for no particular reason I've switched Terrarium Lights update day to Tuesday instead of Saturday.

And! I will be starting to reblog other original content on Wednesdays. Since I've revived my feeble old @firefletch blog that's been languishing for a year at least, and started queueing things again, there may be repeats, but the focus here will be on reblogging original content (comics, stories, oc art) instead of just general fun stuff.

Looking forward to the new year! See you along the way.

#updates #scribe rambles #oh also I will try and be more consistent on here #I know I say that often #but I mean it this time I promise asldkfjasd

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ambisun · 1 year

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✨✨✨ Tarot Tuesday ✨✨✨

A snail rests atop a mushroom planted in a small glass cup terrarium. the snail moves slowly, but intent guides each careful movement. Snails represent a slow, gradual sort of intuition, a “look closely before you leap” sort of energy that grants it considerable foresight no matter where it intends to go. The queen of cups reminds us to think heavily on our choices and to act only when our inner self resonates with agreement. Move in concert with the world around you; the snail knows the scope of its world and, because of this, knows how to traverse it safely.

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naturecoaster · 4 months

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UF/IFAS Pasco Extension upcoming January 2024 events

UF/IFAS Pasco Extension upcoming January 2024 events Caring for Holiday Plants Location: Hudson Library 8012 Library Rd Off Fivay Rd. Hudson, FL 34667 Date/Time: Wednesday, January 3, 2024 · 6 - 7:30pm EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-3-2024-caring-for-holiday-plants-tickets-745341074217?aff=ebdsoporgprofile Color Your Canopy: Choosing Colorful Trees Location: UF/IFAS Pasco Extension Office 36702 State Road 52 Dade City, FL 33525 Date/Time: Saturday, January 6, 2024 · 10 - 11am EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-6-2024-color-your-canopy-choosing-colorful-trees-tickets-749385741927?aff=ebdsoporgprofile Good Bug Bad Bug Location: New River Library 34043 State Road 54 Wesley Chapel, FL 33543 Date/Time: Tuesday, January 9, 2024 · 2 - 3pm EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-9-2024-good-bug-bad-bug-tickets-744398374577?aff=ebdsoporgprofile Basic Vegetable Gardening Location: Heritage Park (Land O Lakes Community Center) 5401 Land O lakes Blvd (Hwy 41) Land O Lakes, FL 34639 Date/Time: Saturday, January 13, 2024 · 9 - 10am EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-13-2024-basic-vegetable-gardening-tickets-743639585017?aff=ebdsoporgprofile Owls in your Neighborhood Location: New Port Richey Library 5939 Main Street New Port Richey, FL 34652 Date/Time: Tuesday, January 16, 2024 · 5:30 - 6:30pm EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-16-2024-owls-in-your-neighborhood-tickets-734767899567?aff=ebdsoporgprofile Terrariums Location: Starkey Ranch Library 12118 Lake Blanche Drive Odessa, FL 33556 Date/Time: Wednesday, January 17, 2024 · 11am - 12pm EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-17-2024-terrariums-tickets-742189608097?aff=ebdsoporgprofile All About Composting Location: Centennial Park Library 5740 Moog Road Holiday, FL 34690 Date/Time: Monday, January 22, 2024 · 2 - 3pm EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/01-22-2024-all-about-composting-tickets-734912863157?aff=ebdsoporgprofile Controlling and Preventing Weeds in Your Lawn and Landscape Location: New River Library 34043 State Road 54 Wesley Chapel, FL 33543 Date/Time: Thursday, January 25, 2024 · 2 - 3pm EST Please click this link for more information and to register for the event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/1-25-24-controlling-and-preventing-weeds-in-your-lawn-and-landscape-tickets-769814404607?aff=ebdsoporgprofile All events are in Eastern Standard Time unless otherwise noted. Please visit our Eventbrite events page at https://www.eventbrite.com/o/ufifas-pasco-county-cooperative-extension-7831617239 or contact our main office at 352-518-0156 for more information and to join our monthly events listserv. Equal Opportunity Institution. The University of Florida is committed to providing universal access to all of our events. For disability accommodations such as sign language interpreters and listening devices, please contact 352-518-0156 at least 1 week in advance. Advance notice is necessary to arrange for some accessibility needs. Read the full article

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The Old Salem Post

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 7 Issue 15 Week of April 3, 2023 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: The Holy Week leading up to Easter begins with Palm Sunday, April 2, when we wave palm branches remembering Jesus as he rode in to Jerusalem on a colt. Over 2000 years ago people waved palm branches and placed their coats on the road to usher in Jesus, as they thought Jesus was taking over to rein as King. But, in a few short days those same people yelled to crucify our Lord. When given the opportunity to release this guiltless man, they demanded the release of a murderer instead of this innocent Christ. I cannot understand this absurdity that the Roman Governor, Pontius Pilate allowed. We live in a strange world now. But looking back, Jesus lived in a strange world too. Some things do not change. Holy Week does not change. We remember the events that led to the crucifixion of God’s Son, Jesus Christ, who came, loved, and died for us all, no matter our transgressions. This Good Friday should be the most sacred day of our lives, when Jesus was crucified on a cruel cross to save the undeserving likes of all mankind. LRMartin

Town of SALEM: Community Easter Egg Hunt April 8th at 10am sharp. Help share the true meaning of Easter. You can still drop off wrapped candy at the Town Hall. SALEM LIBRARY: Open Monday 10am-6pm– Tuesday-Friday 9am-5pm.

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP 13412 N Hwy 11 Open this week Wed-Thurs 12pm-9pm. Friday-Sat 8am-9pm. Sun 2pm-7pm. Events this week: Thurs: Old Time Jam 6:30pm Featuring Food Truck: Kiss My ASADA setting up at 12pm. Fri– FOOD Truck : FRESCO LUNA 5pm Music: Chris Wayne at 6:30pm. Sat–Music: JL FULKS at 6:30pm Food: Palmetto Spoon. CLOSED Easter Sunday

Tamassee DAR offers Spring Break Camp: April 3-7, 7:30am-pm. Breakfast and Lunch and afternoon snack included. Open to all children K-8th grade. Fee 100-120/ week. Register 864-944-1390 Ext 118. Have fun enjoying activities and learning.

From a Reader: This year is the 70th anniversary of the building of Lake Cheohee. Many will remember Lake Cheohee as the first man-made lake in Oconee County. Locals came to swim, fish, picnic, and water ski. Today Lake Cheohee is a 40 + acre private lake community. There are 36 property owners and 11 owners call the lake home. To protect the tranquility and peace of the neighborhood, gas powered motors are no longer allowed. All property owners are blessed to own land in an area surrounding Sumter National Forest. The land has a large variety of native plants and trees. One resident affectionately refers to the area as a lake terrarium. Lake residents enjoy the occasional siting of a bear, a wild boar, bobcat, deer, fox, beaver, raccoon, and many more native SC wildlife. Residents also enjoy herons, mallards, hummingbirds, bald eagle, osprey, Canadian geese, and more native species. Of course, no area is without insects and snakes. The lake is home to a native bat being studied by Clemson University and protected by the US government. Last but not least, residents enjoy the bass, brim, sunfish, black crappie, and other SC native fish. J Young

ONGOING FRESH LOCAL FOOD **

The Clemson Area Food Exchange has been selling produce and table items from the farm in Pickens, Anderson and Oconee counties for the last 15 years. SALEM is on the drop off on Tuesday 4:30pm -6pm, hosted by Sisters Restaurant on the porch, 281Stamp Creek Rd. Order between Friday pm- Monday noon. First two orders complimentary, then $ 20/ year per household. Order on line at Clemsonareafoodexchange.com

DAR SCHOOL STUDENT FROM 1942-1946 RECALLS EXPERIENCES (Fourth Installment) - Mr. Cain would often host a group of DAR dignitaries for a meal, and serving them made us very nervous at first, but we eventually got used to it. Mrs. Marett, the dietician, would always make out a more elegant menu for them than the students ever had, but it would not be anything extravagant. . .Every other month we would have to polish the dining room floor. We would move all the tables to one end of the room and mop and wax the floor. Then we would use old army blankets to polish it. This made the floor shine so that you could almost see yourself in it. When the first area was finished we would move the tables to the other end and polish the remainder. . .In the laundry we had big cement tubs to rinse the clothes in after they were washed. We would inevitably splash some water out and get the floor wet, and one day while we were in the laundry a thunderstorm came up and lightning came in on that wet floor and shocked us. Fortunately, no one was hurt. After that, if a dark cloud was nearby they would not let us in the laundry. . .Mrs. Nicholson taught us to iron sheets and pillowcases on a big ironer. Then we would return them to the dormitories. . .There was a water tank between All States Hall and the dining room, and a bell was on the water tank that we had to ring at different times. Sometimes it was for classes, sometimes it was to call us for meals, and sometimes it was for special events. . .One day the rope to ring the bell got caught on the water tank and we could not reach it. Although it was a "No! No!" to climb the water tank, Maggie decided she would do so anyway and get the rope loose. I was afraid she was going to fall and get hurt, but thankfully she made it back down safely. . .TO BE CONTINUED

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER , 501c3, 4 Eagle Lane, Salem The regular scheduled meeting on April 3 has been cancelled.

ENAC Hosts : Saturday April 15, 2023, 9am-11am Sons of the Savior M/M, Redeemed Chapter. ENAC Announces Trial by Fire, a Journey Tribute Band to perform Saturday, April 29, 2023 at 7pm. Tickets are $25 and $30 day of the event, available at Salem Town Hall and on Ticketleap or call 8-280-1258. Doors open at 6pm.

The Power of Prayer: We must pray the scriptures to protect our families, our children, our schools and our nation. Psalm 127 reminds us, “Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.” Ephesians 6 says, “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.” The March 27, 2023 school shooting at Christian Covenant School in Nashville, Tennessee took 6 innocent lives. Join in Prayer: We war for the protection and the healing only Jesus can bring! Lord, bring comfort to these traumatized school children, parents, and the shooter's family. Help us be vigilant to the needs of the broken and hurting as we seek You on how to keep our children safe. Let us not be complacent but give us a fighting spirit! Amen. Contributed by, Marion Farrar from article from the Reformation Prayer Network No paper Easter Monday. LRM

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dailybeastarsthings · 2 years

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Chapter 28 - Slithering And Always Watching

It was a peaceful Tuesday with nothing interesting going on except for classes and the regular atmosphere in the corridors. Students of all shapes and sizes were either in a hurry to not be late or gossiped and laughed together. The park was also full with students enjoying the last warmer days before the dark emerald greens changed into warm colors of gold and bronze. During lunchbreak, as Legoshi was enjoying his usual egg sandwich, he got a text from Jack.

Jack: Hey, sorry for disturbing you but you should get back to the dorm ASAP! It’s Kabu.

Legoshi was surprised to receive a text during the day. He was even more surprised to receive a text in general, but he knew that if Jack texted him about something it was usually something serious.

Legoshi: On my way. What happened?

Jack: I think it’s better not written in text.

Legoshi raced back to the dorm. He flung open the room’s door only to find his friends gathered around Kabu’s terrarium.

‘Hey, I’m here, what happened?’ he asked worried, still panting from running so fast.

‘It’s Kabu’ Collot said, lowering his head to look at the gentle beetle.

Legoshi looked around, sorry faces everywhere. Durham walked up to him.

‘It seems he’s ready to say his goodbyes and fly off to the Great Beyond’ he said as he put his hand on Legoshi’s shoulder.

Legoshi walked up to Kabu’s terrarium and put him in his palm. The rhinoceros beetle moved a bit, which made Legoshi smile softly.

‘Hey buddy. You’re a little slower than usual but it’s alright. You’ll feel better eventually.’ It seemed as Kabu understood Legoshi or at least recognized his voice. He slowly turned towards him and made a few more steps. ‘See, you can do it! I’ll get you some extra-large sugar cubes today!’ Legoshi cheered him on. Kabu made a few tiny steps before lying down in his owner’s hand, and becoming motionless. A last buzz and he was gone.

‘Go on, Kabu, you can do it, I believe in you!’ Legoshi said.

‘Legoshi…’ Jack stepped forward to his friend.

‘Come on, Kabu, you can do it’ Legoshi said with a crack in his voice, trying to fight his tears back.

‘Let’s go guys’ Durham signaled the others. ‘Leave them alone for a bit. Jack, stay with him.’ Jack nodded and the others left the room. They all understood how difficult it would be for Legoshi to lose his pet beetle. After all, he was almost like family to him. After they closed the door, Legoshi broke down, choking on his tears.

‘Kabu, wake up! Please!’ he cried. ‘Don’t leave me!’

Jack hugged his best friend who cried loudly on his shoulders. One of his favorite pets was gone and he couldn’t do anything about it. His heart shattered.

‘It’s okay, Legoshi’ Jack tried to calm him down. ‘He’s in a better place now. We’ll give him a proper funeral, if you’d like.’

‘Please…’ Legoshi said, looking up with his red eyes.

At night, when all students were back at their dorms, the boys of Room 701 proudly marched to a large cherry tree in the school park, where Legoshi found Kabu. They quietly sang some mourning songs along the way. Legoshi held Kabu’s body, which was placed in a little coffin made by Miguno. When they arrived, they dug a small hole at the trunk of the tree and placed the tiny coffin inside. Legoshi couldn’t watch as his friend got buried, he cried on the shoulder of Jack, again. When the coffin was buried, they placed a tiny piece of paper on the tree trunk, which read: ‘Here lies Kabu – born a beetle, died a wolf’s best friend’.

The wind was gently blowing, but one would say, it had an unusual melody to it…

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About a week later, during Physical Education, students were divided into two groups to play dodgeball. Legoshi didn’t like any sports, but he hated dodgeball the most, as it required his worst attributes: focus and reflexes. He was face to face with a red ball, moving towards him at high speeds, thrown by a kangaroo.

‘Is it coming towards me?’ he thought before it inevitably slammed into his jaw, making him dizzy.

‘Damn it, play dodgeball like a normal canine and don’t suck!’ a Thompsons gazelle yelled angrily. Their team’s situation was dire as there were only a few players left on the field.

Legoshi sat down on the side bench in defeat, his jaw still hurting. That day he learned a valuable lesson: at least try to move your head when a ball is going towards it.

Other than that, things appeared to be quite normal – Legoshi’s peaceful school life returned with mundane Marine Language classes, egg sandwiches and The Lost Souls Of Crimes, his favorite series.

‘Well, this isn’t so bad I guess’ he thought. ‘Now that I think about it, this is how I normally am… I’ve got a plain personality. I picked a fight with a tiger and the Shishigumi all because of my friendship with Haru. Yet, I couldn’t make Louis to return to school… I just miss him so much!’

That day, Legoshi was responsible for cleaning the hallway restrooms on the 3rd floor. He swept the floor then mopped it thoroughly, cleaned the toilet bowls, then wiped the mirrors and cleaned the sinks. Most students were quite squeamish and would do anything to avoid cleaning the restrooms, but Legoshi didn’t mind. Plus, it only took him about 2 hours to finish. His mind was still wondering about Louis though…

‘I think this will be the last time I try to think of anything to bring him back’ he sighed, silently admitting his defeat. ‘If what he is doing is so important that he has to drop out of school to do it, then I don’t have the right to stop him.’

As he collected all the garbage in the restrooms to carry it to the dumpster, a few students ran past him, laughing and teasing each other with pranks and jokes. It had been quite the unusual sight but lately, it has become more common. Legoshi looked after them as they became smaller with each step.

‘The attitude in this school is changing quite a bit along with the carnivore students’ Legoshi thought. ‘Still, if there’s anything I’m confident about, it is my reluctance to change my beliefs. Well, Juno has the whole school under her finger; Louis is gone to a completely different world from mine and as for me… Hmmm…’ he stopped for a second to think about where he was going with his thoughts. ‘I think my desire to live “free and strong” is simply my desire… To live a “plain and simple life”’ it echoed in his ears. ‘Wait… Did I just realize my raison d’etre at age 17? Is that even normal? Well, I tried living my life not to stand out so maybe it is…?’

‘To live a plain and simple life…’ it echoed in his head again. Well, maybe rattled would be a better word to describe the voice Legoshi heard echoing. He stopped for a moment and looked around. There was no one to be seen around him. The wind gently blew, making the branches of the park’s trees playfully wave at him. He concentrated his senses on the wind and the trees. The multicolored leaves were not the one making the sound however.

‘My ears seem to be ringing again’ he thought. ‘This is so annoying. They’ve been ringing for days now… I should go to the infirmary to have it checked out…’

As he continued walking back to the dorm, the rattling sound didn’t become quieter. If anything, it became louder and more aggressive, as if it was chasing Legoshi. He panicked and ran back to the dorm as quickly as he could. He entered the room and shut the door behind him. His roommates were playing cards. Legoshi sat down on the bed and watched the others play their turns. Suddenly, he heard the rattling again – this time, it was a bit fainter.

‘Guys, is there something in this room?’ Legoshi asked, wondering if the others could hear the rattling or he was just simply losing his sanity. The others turned their heads toward him with curious eyes. ‘Don’t you hear that?’ he asked. The others listened for a bit, rolling their eyes in the process, but eventually, they all shook their heads. ‘Something’s definitely in this room. It’s probably been here for days!’

‘Stop, this is scary!’ Miguno said.

‘I’m not kidding! I really am hearing something…’ Legoshi continued with deadpan eyes, not even blinking just staring in front of him. ‘Can’t you guys hear it? It’s a rattling sound and it’s getting louder every day! I’ve also been feeling something staring at me lately…’

‘Jack, you’re his best friend, say something’ Durham whispered, nudging the golden retriever.

‘I don’t know how to handle his “Mystery Mode” episodes’ he replied nervously. Eventually, he stood up and walked to Legoshi, holding his muzzle in his hands. ‘Get a hold of yourself. You’re just hearing things because you’re stressed and sleep-deprived! Maybe, you’re just imagining Kabu flying in the back of your mind. I don’t know about the staring though’ he said with his voice becoming increasingly uncertain.

‘Oh, I’ve heard a ghost story about this school!’ Collot said while he sat next to Legoshi on his bed. ‘It sounds like Legoshi’s story.’

‘Seriously, you’re a second-year and you still believe in ghost stories? That’s embarrassing, man’ Durham said with a belittling tone.

‘It’s actually quite popular in Cherryton. There’s supposed to be a six-eyed ghost in the school that makes a lot of weird sounds.’

Legoshi couldn’t focus; he heard the rattling from behind him again. This time, it was loud and clear. He couldn’t bear it anymore, he wanted it to end. In a moment’s notice, he turned around and punched the wall behind him with full force, breaking a hole into it. The others jumped at each other in fear, holding onto each other’s hands.

‘Aw, crap, I made a hole in the wall’ Legoshi said. ‘Well, I don’t think it’s a ghost, I think it’s something real… I’ll go get the toolbox after getting the laundry’ he continued with his regular calmness as he exited the room.

‘What the hell was that!?’ Miguno asked, still trembling.

‘I don’t know if I want to be his roommate anymore’ Collot added.

The dorm’s laundry was in the basement. It consisted of many washing machines and dryers all lined up neatly, with detergent placed over them on shelves. There were multiple brands and fragrances to choose from. Legoshi and the boys from Room 701 usually preferred something that reminded them of water. They had no reason behind it, they just loved water. They usually went for a fragrance called ‘Blue waves’, which reminded them of the sandy beach near the outskirts of the city.

As Legoshi arrived, there was only a few minutes left of the cycle. He watched the clothes inside twirl around for a few more times before the program was over.

‘You know, we’re all alone now’ he said. ‘The least you could do is telling me your name.’ Legoshi turned around nervously. He could feel that something or someone was watching him. He almost physically felt where the eyes landed. ‘How long have you been watching me? Two weeks? Three? Everyone’s gonna think I’m a psycho at this rate!’ He nervously walked up to some T-shirts hanging on the clothesline and cautiously peeked around them. ‘You’re not really a six-eyed ghost, are you?’

BAM! Suddenly a large scaly body landed behind Legoshi. He jumped in fear and turned around only to be greeted by the view of a rattlesnake emerging from their bagel-like formation.

‘Your secret activities have driven my heart wild…’ it hissed. As they turned to Legoshi, they revealed their golden-amber eyes and a pair of pointy fangs. ‘I’ve been watching you ever since you fought that tiger on stage… I saw how wild you were in and out of school and how you turned down a female of your own species for a male deer, who is now ever so distant from you. You are a very loose cannon and a shameless fetishist. You, my dear (no pun intended) sweet wolf, are the craziest psycho in the entire school.’ As they were talking, the snake slowly slithered closer to Legoshi with an almost hypnotic look in their eyes. Legoshi got trapped in the eternal gaze. ‘I’ve kept my eye on you… Or rather, my six eyes. There is nothing I don’t know about you.’ Legoshi gulped. Do they seriously know everything? ‘I heard you dreaming about living a peaceful life. Well, if you think your school life will be peaceful, then you’re in for a terrible surprise.’

Legoshi’s eyes shot wide open. What did they mean? The snake slithered closer every second to the point where the only smell Legoshi could sense was theirs.

‘What…? What do you mean?’ Legoshi asked confused. ‘Why do you know me?’ Beads of anxious sweat started to form on his forehead.

‘I’m afraid you’re far too unwary of your surroundings’ the snake shook his head. ‘In all of the time I spent watching you, I felt something…’

Suddenly, they heard a friendly little chime from behind Legoshi. It was indicating the end of the washing and drying cycle. They both looked at the chime’s direction. Legoshi felt a slight relief that he may have some time from the intimidating encounter.

‘Oh, excuse me. Could you hold that thought? My laundry’s finished’ he said. ‘If they stay in there longer, the smell will stick.’ Legoshi bent down and started to take out the clothes from the washing machine, folding them neatly into a basket he took with him. The snake blinked in disbelief. Did this wolf really just cut them off?

‘As a snake, I’m proud of my stalking abilities’ she thought. ‘However, this wolf can show slight caution without losing his sense of reality. He even has the courage to turn his back on me despite how suspicious I appear to him… Perfect, just as I thought – this male wolf’s potential has no limits!’ The snake took a good inspection of Legoshi’s body while he was moving around with his laundry. The sight both made them excited and jealous. ‘Oh, I have a clear view of the joints in his body and the veins that make up his limbs, his thick fur covering his rough looking body. To be in his presence makes me feel like looking at a modern masterpiece!’ The snake hid their head behind a part of their body, realizing that they lost their hat during the fall. In the meantime, Legoshi was finished with folding the laundry and turned back to continue the conversation.

‘So, what do you mean you kept your eyes on me?’ he asked. ‘Who are you?’

‘You’re right, where are my manners?’ the snake said while putting the hat on. ‘I am the one and only security guard in this school. My name is Rokume’ she said as she rose up from the ground, towering over Legoshi.

‘A security guard? I didn’t even know this school had one…’ Legoshi thought.

‘During the spring performance of the Drama Club, I was hiding on the ceiling, keeping an eye out for any suspicious behavior’ she continued since there was no response from Legoshi. ‘On the second day of the performance, the audience, me included, was enchanted by the devilish radiance of a certain actor, leaving us speechless. That would be you’

‘Oh, well, you see…’ Legoshi began in embarrassment ‘I wasn’t acting… I was just suffering from temporary insanity…’

‘Oh, trust me, I know’ Rokume replied while slithering around Legoshi, enclosing him in a ring of her scaly body, slightly shimmering in the dim light of the laundry room. ‘That dwarf rabbit friend of yours was the reason of your insane actions. That’s also why you were so unhinged at the summer isn’t it? Those scars on your arm resemble feline teeth marks…’

‘Well, not actually, I was jealous of her actually, being so close to someone I like…’

‘And yet you went out of your way to save her because of your friendship. To think, that someone like you would become close friends with such a petite and immoral female… You must be as bad as she is! The more I learned about you, the more intrigued I became. You see, I’d like to see your capabilities once more for the school.’

‘For the school?’ Legoshi asked. How could he do anything good for his school?

‘Yes’ Rokume said as she leaned in closer, revealing her pointy fangs, looking hypnotically with her golden-amber eyes. ‘An animal of your caliber shouldn’t be hiding from the public. It would be a waste of potential’ she continued, while she grasped Legoshi, twisting her body around him, trapping him between her scales.

‘But, Rokume, you’re a security guard who keeps hiding from the students’ Legoshi said, struggling to let his body out of the tightening grip. ‘They only know you as a ghost story.’

‘I doubt anyone would care how I feel’ she replied with hesitation. Rokume lifted Legoshi off the ground, making him lose his flip-flop in the process. She rolled Legoshi’s shirt up with her body, revealing his toned body. She held her firmly between his legs, only to twist around him behind his back and his chest. ‘I wasn’t always a security guard’ she continued. ‘Before that, I was just an ordinary rattlesnake. For my entire life, I’ve been forced to live with the shame of having no limbs…’ her voice turned sadder. ‘Only by hiding myself can I endure living with this shame.’ Her grip became tighter, making Legoshi slightly growl in discomfort. ‘I rattle my tail every time I see a troublemaking student… My job requires me to hide and acting like a whistle… I’m jealous of you’ she hissed, letting her tongue twirl around in the air. ‘Tell me, those beautiful legs of yours… How strong are you with them?’ she asked.

Suddenly, Rokume felt she was being petted. She looked down only to see Legoshi touching her with his large hands while zoned out.

‘Is he showing interest in my body?’ she thought.

‘You know, I never knew snakes had it this rough’ Legoshi said in a friendly tone. ‘But you shouldn’t hide. You’re beautiful. And just by inspecting your scales, I’m intrigued to know how they are made…’

THUMP! Legoshi hit the floor… Hard. As he looked around, he could only see the rattles of Rokume’s tail slithering out the laundry room. He quickly got up and ran after her. Even with no limbs or wings, however, she was flying through the corridor, out the dorm and back inside the school. Legoshi had a really hard time following her.

‘My aesthetic senses were right on the money. This young wolf is like none other’ she thought. ‘Chase me, young wolf! You have what it takes, I know you do!’

Legoshi chased Rokume until they reached the lecture hall where the murder incident happened earlier that year. The rattlesnake slithered around the walls and the ceiling, arching over the lecture hall’s broken entrance. Legoshi was overcome with memories of his late friend, Tem. How they used to practice during rehearsals, how he would always ask Tem for advice and how they would enjoy shakes together in the cafeteria.

‘I assume you remember the case where your alpaca friend was murdered’ Rokume said with regret in her voice. ‘Even though I’m a security guard, I failed to capture the one responsible for his death. The culprit should still be in the school…’

Legoshi froze up as his eyes wandered from the broken window of the entrance, down the blood covered wood eventually on the floor to see the many wilted flowers and bouquets. And yet, there was one, which appeared to be fresh. He crouched down to see the card in it. It read ‘I’m sorry, Tem.’

‘Louis… It must have been him…’ Legoshi thought. His heart felt warm at the benevolent deed of the red deer.

‘I’m sorry’ Rokume said. ‘As a security guard and as a fan of yours, I want an encore in this school for you.’

‘So… You want me to find the culprit?’ Legoshi said after a moment of hesitation.

‘I wouldn’t blame you for hesitating… This must be the first time you’ve been told to do something based on your strength.’

‘No… You see, there was this upper-classman of mine who told me that I should utilize my strength… I don’t want his apology to be for nothing…’

Legoshi felt an utmost determination to find the culprit who murdered Tem. Not only to bring justice to his memory, but to save Louis’ apology from withering away…

#beastars #beastars overhaul

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