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Abyss pt. 2

Hey guys, I literally just made two separate posts for this one thing b/c of the

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I dance on the edge of nothingness and somethingness

I have no voice, no face, no body, no home

No one to turn to, no one to hold, or have hold me

I have watched as the people waste what they have

I have watched as they destroy their beautiful world

Now I say, no more

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poetry plot twist spooky time b/c I say so hope this isn't too cheesy

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clockworkpog

3 years ago

Update

if anyone followed musicallover86, that account was my spare but the email got wonky and I had to delete the account so I’m reposting all of my old stuff here!

So I’ll start off with my first ones

Bumps In the Night

Just to clarify, I didn’t make this au. The idea came from the amazing #anteonix and I just made a fic based off their idea.

Please check out their page, it’s really great.

Patton was terrified of the dark. Every average 8 year-old is scared of the dark, but Patton was deathly afraid of it. It didn’t help that he knew that there was a giant shadow monster under his bed. He found out when his night light fizzed out and he was already pretty scared, but then everything got even worse than he thought it could. A giant hand, no claw was creeping out from the bottom of his bed. Patton screamed and brought his mother running into his room, turning on the lights. He ran to her and spent the rest of the night in her room. The next day, his mother had gotten him a new blue, heart-shaped night light while he’s at school and spend the afternoon baking cookies together. Now Patton was ready to bribe, make friends with the scary monster under his bed.

Virgil was dying inside. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. He never meant to scare Patton, he was trying to comfort him when his night light died. But Virgil conveniently forgot that trying to stroke the poor kid’s head with his giant shadow claw would do more harm than good. Now he had probably traumatized the poor kid for life.

Armed with half of the cookies he and his mother made earlier in the day, Patton solemnly trudged up the stairs to his bedroom. It was painted a light blue from wall to ceiling, with drawings and photos of family and friends hung on every wall. He had a small shelf full of Disney books and movies, perfect for when his friends Logan and Roman came over. And then there was his bed. It had sky blue, white polka-dotted covers and fluffy white pillows, making it resemble blue and white marshmallow. But if you looked closely, there was a dark spot under the bed. Not just your typical darkened area underneath the bed, this one seemed alive. Once, Patton could have sworn he saw eight purple eyes open up when he turned off the light in his room. He stepped into his room and turned off the lights, but he was careful to leave his door open so that some light still shone in from the hallway. He shuddered apprehensively as he bent down and pushed the plate of cookies he had been carrying earlier towards the small crevice under his bed. “Um, hello Mr. or Ms. Monster under my bed,” he began awkwardly. “I know that not everything that looks scary is actually bad, so I wanted try and be friends.” The words could have been more elegantly put, he could have asked Logan at school but he ended up forgetting due to worrying about getting eaten alive if the cookies didn’t work. But it wasn’t bad, he felt confident that he had made his point and could only hope that the peace offering, gift would be accepted.

What the heck? Virgil thought as a plate the size of a small country was pushed slowly to the space under Patton’s bed where he spent most of his time. The appeared to be chocolate chip and smelled heavenly. “Um, hello Mr. or Ms. Monster under my bed,” came a small voice. Virgil instantly perked up, that was Patton’s voice but what was this kid doing? “I know that not everything that looks scary is actually bad, so I wanted try and be friends.” Oh, thought Virgil as he looked at the plate again. This was a peace offering from Patton. This is new, Virgil thought to himself as he slowly materialized a limb to bring the plate closer to him. He made sure that it wasn’t huge or terrifying, and the light from the open door helped him form a smaller appendage with much more ease than forming one in complete darkness. He dragged the plate under the bed and ate a cookie in one crunch. Man, this is the best house I’ve lived in, he thought to himself. The cookies tasted even better than they smelled and would probably appease any monster. Virgil made sure to chewed loudly so that Patton could hear him and hopefully interpret this as friendship/peace offering accepted. Virgil finished the plate in about 3 minutes at most and slowly pushed the plate back to the small child.

It had to have been at least 3 minutes when the plate came back empty. Patton had heard loud chewing and crunching from under the bed, so he hoped that that meant his gift was accepted. He let out a mental sigh of relief and picked up the plate. “Glad you liked them,” he said, a little more chipper than he felt before. “Since we had never been properly introduced, my name’s Patton. What’s yours?”

Virgil almost choked on his last bit of cookie. Patton was asking for his name. The thought of it would have put him in hysterics a few minutes ago, but now he was utterly speechless. He hoped his voice didn’t sound to raw as he mumbled, “Virgil. My name is, Virgil.” “Nice to meet you, Virgil” Patton replied. “I guess this means we’re friends now!” The words almost made Virgil laugh. Either this kid was being sincere or he was secretly some sorcerer trying to kill him. The latter seemed impossible since Patton didn’t even know about his existence until know and Virgil hadn’t witnessed any secret spell casting or books of magic. “I guess we are then,” he said at last.

“I guess we are then.“ Patton had never felt so overjoyed. The monster under his bed, Virgil, didn’t want to eat him and now they were friends. He surprised when Virgil actually responded because he had thought maybe he couldn’t speak and need a pen and paper. But hearing the faint and slightly rough voice proved that that wouldn’t be necessary. Now, Patton jumped on to his bed and proceeded to ask Virgil all sorts of questions. Where was he from? How long had he been living under Patton’s bed? Were there other monsters like him? Virgil seemed to be surprised at his sudden talkativeness but mostly answered his questions into the night.

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clockworkpog

9 months ago

Dead Boy Character Study - Crystal and Edwin

I know that Charles' remark to Edwin about how similar he and Crystal are is a sweet way of saying he loves them and food for thought. Crystal and Edwin are similar in plenty of ways: their snark, their drive to help people, and most importantly their coping mechanisms. From Crystal's flashbacks, we see that she coped with her parents neglect by turning her hurt into anger via toxic behavior like petty misdemeanors and hurting people around her. Edwin deals with his own fears of hell and jealousy over Charles bonding with Crystal into anger too. He snipes at Crystal and Charles, the whole montage of him trying to smash off the Cat King's bracelet, and gets especially angry when Crystal tells him that she willingly let David posses her. Even their disappearances (and Edwin's death) were handled similarly, Crystal's parents didn't even bother looking into her radio silence and assumedly Edwin's parents and his boarding school did the same. In short, I think that their similarities are too slept on. They're angry, neglected, and hurt kids who got screwed over by boys who claimed to love them. And that's even not going into how they serve as foils in how Hell hurt them. I really hope that in season 2 they get to bond more. They have the perfect set up for friends who insult each other as a love language but are really ride or die.

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