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The bomb whimpers, pushing his body against the wall, clutching the bullet wound in his arm.
“P-Please. Please- Please don’t do this… i-I don’t wanna die”
Years. This hunt had been happening for years. The cloud man holding his pistol at the other. Just shoot him. That’s all he had to do… but. Most anomalies hadn’t begged in… such a broken tone. None of them had lasted this long in a chase. Most would have given up. But this one was highly dangerous! But the way he looked… so broken… so helpless…
“St-Stop. Stop pleading- st-stop looking at me like that! Y-You’re m-making t-this harder than it HAS to be!” Whitty lets out a shaky sob, looking at the other in fear as the tears rolled out. Gabriel’s hand quakes. The pistol’s aim now highly unsteady. He couldn’t do this. He lowers the gun.
“F u c k. Please- stop making this difficult. I k n o w you didn’t want this. You didn’t want these fucking powers- you didn’t want this fucking god awful life but just- it-it’s for the g-greater good?” Now even h e sounded unsure. Whitty stares at the other, still afraid, unmoving.
“…. S h i t… god fucking…” Gabriel puts the pistol away, pulling out a different gun. Whitty shaking more now. What was that.
“Go to sleep… ok?” And with that the cloud tranqs the bomb. Whitty passing out only a few seconds after contact.
“….” Gabriel sighs, calling into his office.
“Hey Tina? Yeah can you… dust off the anomaly rehabilitation center? I think we’re gonna be starting that back up…”
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“Thank you DD sir for this!” Garc said, on the back of DD.
DD let out a laugh. “Hehe, your welcome, but it’s just Mcdonalds kiddo.”
“Yeah, and I love- huh? Isn’t that me?” He pointed, showing a Garcello and a... Rebecca?
“Oh, my Satan... Rebecca’s healthy-looking! Oh and there’s an older version of you there too I guess.”
Garcello started patted DD’s hair. “Can we go meet them?”
DD shrugged. “Why not?”
He walked to the two. “Uh, hello there... Older Garcello? No, that’s stupid, uh, hi there-”
“Hey there me!”
@swappin-on-a-sunday-night
He stopped, looking up at DD. “Uh, hi?” He quickly noticed the kid, taking a second to reboot. “Oh sh- uh, hey kid, how’s it goin’?” He gave them a lazy smile.
Rebecca blinks and waves awkwardly. She had been shuffling papers while probably telling G to "take better care of yourself" or something of the like.
"Hi there."
#hypocrisy and deceit | garcello#artful destruction | rebecca#wasted smoke | other garcello#scary looking | daddy dearest#chase or conversation? | rp#any new info? | ask
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“I… see…” He frowned a bit, looking to the side. His fault. He’s doing his job it doesn’t matter. “…who ya missin’?” He could probably make it work. He didn’t have to follow all the rules.
Garcello opened the door walking into the room. He looked at Dan. Yep, no denying it now, he was attached. “Uh… hey kid? You don’t look too good… you ok?” He looked… concerned. - @charred-picture-frame
*Dan looked up from the partially torn papers in front of him, the scribbled drawings now tearstained* "o-oh..hey..y-yeah I'm- I'm fine.."
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🌃: "yeah haha- i get not bein good at writing, I'm not really that good at it. I do it more for fun haha-" *SO WE AREN'T GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY WRITE A FUCK TON OF X READER FANFICS NOPE NOPE NOPE-*
“Aw c’mon, ya can’t be that bad. Even if it’s terrible if it makes ya happy then quality doesn’t matter.” Ok so maybe he was a bit of a hypocrite so what-
Gar really didn’t know how he got here. Seriously he was just asleep, how the fuck was he in this fucking alleyway? And now that he looked at it… “This place looks like hell.” Was that a fucking hellhound digging through the trash? What the fuck. - @charred-picture-frame
🌃: *they were sat in the alleyway, clearly hard at work on..something. The hellhound made an attempt to steal it from them but they immediately shoved the creature away, scolding it before continuing work. Seems the other three didn't want to hang out with them. They didn't seem to notice Garcello, humming quietly to themselves as they continued work*
💣: *he was there too, mostly because he was half asleep and hadn't gotten the chance to leave yet but also because this version of Nyx wasn't an asshole. The hellhound Nyx had told off was now asleep on him. Neither would be getting up for a while. He was pretty much out so unless shit went wrong he wasn't gonna do much.*
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“Yer a writer huh? Neat. I’ve done a lil bit a’ writin’ myself, though none of it was ever any good.” He shrugged. He uh, really wasn’t that good. It was almost embarrassing to talk about it. Only reason he did was because there was no way of actually seeing it.
Gar really didn’t know how he got here. Seriously he was just asleep, how the fuck was he in this fucking alleyway? And now that he looked at it… “This place looks like hell.” Was that a fucking hellhound digging through the trash? What the fuck. - @charred-picture-frame
🌃: *they were sat in the alleyway, clearly hard at work on..something. The hellhound made an attempt to steal it from them but they immediately shoved the creature away, scolding it before continuing work. Seems the other three didn't want to hang out with them. They didn't seem to notice Garcello, humming quietly to themselves as they continued work*
💣: *he was there too, mostly because he was half asleep and hadn't gotten the chance to leave yet but also because this version of Nyx wasn't an asshole. The hellhound Nyx had told off was now asleep on him. Neither would be getting up for a while. He was pretty much out so unless shit went wrong he wasn't gonna do much.*
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There's a simple legend. Out in the multiverse.... there's a monster. A cloud man who hunts anomalies for sport. No matter how calm, and friendly. No matter if they don't even have powers. He hunts them all. Not a single anomaly is allowed to live in his world. Housing one is unadvised- he will hunt you too. My friends. This man is no where near a legend, myth, or any fantasy. He is very real. And I'm afraid it's far to late for me.... he knows.
*BANG*
"Anyone else?"
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Name: Gabriel Updike
Nickname: Thunderstorm
Age: 32
Height:6'5
Gender: Trans Man
Pronouns: He/They
Mod Info:
Name: K, Kali, Spiteful
Age: 14
Gender: NB
Pronouns: She/They
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He froze for a second. Oh shit that was Nyx? Snow had told him about them- they were a self insert on fu- They seemed pretty non hostile though. Maybe it would be fine. Wait, were they nervous? They stuttered a bit… He nodded. “So whatcha doin’?”
Gar really didn’t know how he got here. Seriously he was just asleep, how the fuck was he in this fucking alleyway? And now that he looked at it… “This place looks like hell.” Was that a fucking hellhound digging through the trash? What the fuck. - @charred-picture-frame
🌃: *they were sat in the alleyway, clearly hard at work on..something. The hellhound made an attempt to steal it from them but they immediately shoved the creature away, scolding it before continuing work. Seems the other three didn't want to hang out with them. They didn't seem to notice Garcello, humming quietly to themselves as they continued work*
💣: *he was there too, mostly because he was half asleep and hadn't gotten the chance to leave yet but also because this version of Nyx wasn't an asshole. The hellhound Nyx had told off was now asleep on him. Neither would be getting up for a while. He was pretty much out so unless shit went wrong he wasn't gonna do much.*
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He nodded. “Good ta’ know.” He gave them a lazy fanged grin. “Nice ta meetcha’ by the way. Name’s Garcello if ya couldn’t tell.” He chuckled a small bit.
Gar really didn’t know how he got here. Seriously he was just asleep, how the fuck was he in this fucking alleyway? And now that he looked at it… “This place looks like hell.” Was that a fucking hellhound digging through the trash? What the fuck. - @charred-picture-frame
🌃: *they were sat in the alleyway, clearly hard at work on..something. The hellhound made an attempt to steal it from them but they immediately shoved the creature away, scolding it before continuing work. Seems the other three didn't want to hang out with them. They didn't seem to notice Garcello, humming quietly to themselves as they continued work*
💣: *he was there too, mostly because he was half asleep and hadn't gotten the chance to leave yet but also because this version of Nyx wasn't an asshole. The hellhound Nyx had told off was now asleep on him. Neither would be getting up for a while. He was pretty much out so unless shit went wrong he wasn't gonna do much.*
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“You uh, know where I am? Ya probably know this but I ain’t from this world. Dunno how the hell I got here.” He chuckled a bit, scratching the back of his head.
Gar really didn’t know how he got here. Seriously he was just asleep, how the fuck was he in this fucking alleyway? And now that he looked at it… “This place looks like hell.” Was that a fucking hellhound digging through the trash? What the fuck. - @charred-picture-frame
🌃: *they were sat in the alleyway, clearly hard at work on..something. The hellhound made an attempt to steal it from them but they immediately shoved the creature away, scolding it before continuing work. Seems the other three didn't want to hang out with them. They didn't seem to notice Garcello, humming quietly to themselves as they continued work*
💣: *he was there too, mostly because he was half asleep and hadn't gotten the chance to leave yet but also because this version of Nyx wasn't an asshole. The hellhound Nyx had told off was now asleep on him. Neither would be getting up for a while. He was pretty much out so unless shit went wrong he wasn't gonna do much.*
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Apparently that thing was a pet. What. The. Fuck. “Uh… hello?” He didn’t know what else to say really- It wasn’t like he was here for work, and he didn’t think he would want to fuck around with this place anyways.
Gar really didn’t know how he got here. Seriously he was just asleep, how the fuck was he in this fucking alleyway? And now that he looked at it… “This place looks like hell.” Was that a fucking hellhound digging through the trash? What the fuck. - @charred-picture-frame
🌃: *they were sat in the alleyway, clearly hard at work on..something. The hellhound made an attempt to steal it from them but they immediately shoved the creature away, scolding it before continuing work. Seems the other three didn't want to hang out with them. They didn't seem to notice Garcello, humming quietly to themselves as they continued work*
💣: *he was there too, mostly because he was half asleep and hadn't gotten the chance to leave yet but also because this version of Nyx wasn't an asshole. The hellhound Nyx had told off was now asleep on him. Neither would be getting up for a while. He was pretty much out so unless shit went wrong he wasn't gonna do much.*
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No one knows what they are, where they came from, or what they want. They just showed up. Upon further research we were able to identify a name for them.
Wendigos.
The Wendigo is a strange creature. Only active at night. Roaming the city when eyes are not watching. What does it eat? Where does it live? Are they hostile?
Are they here to wipe out the human race? These are questions we don’t know the answer to. Frankly all we do know is-
“SARV THE WENDIGOS ARE STEALING OUR PACKAGES!”
“AGAIN???”
They love taking our mail.
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Muse Info:
Name: Sarvente (Sarv)
Age: Unknown (appears to be in mid 20’s)
Height: 7’5
Sexuality: Bicurious
Gender: Trans Woman
Pronouns: She/Her
Name: Carol (Cinnamon)
Age: 20
Height: 5’8
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Genderfluid
Pronouns: She/They
Name: Hex (Bot)
Age: Unknown (Roughly 20 in human years)
Height: 6’9
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Agender
Pronouns: He/They/It
Name: Updike (Cloudigo, Updoot)
Age: ??? (Looks around 27)
Height: 8’6
Sexuality:(why do you want to know?) Bicurious
Gender: Tf is that?
Pronouns: He/They/It
Name: Ruvyzvat (Ruv)
Age: 26
Height: 9'8
Sexuality: demipan
Gender: trans man
Pronouns: he/him
Name: Whitmore (Whitty)
Age: 20
Height: 8'11
Sexuality: bicurious ace
Gender: nonbinary
Pronouns: he/they/bomb
Name: Sunday (Sun)
Age: 20
Height: 5'6
Sexuality: bi
Gender: nonbinary
Pronouns: she/they
Name: Lemon Demon
Age: ????
Height: 9' on all fours, 12' when standing
Sexuality: aroace
Gender: gendern't
Pronouns: he/they/it
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Rules
1. For the love of GOD NO EXPLICIT NSFW. We are minors, and will not hesitate to block you.
2. Harrass the characters, not the mods. We will block you for this as well.
3. Both mods run multiple blogs and are still in school. Do not rush us.
4. No hate of any kind shall be tolerated here.
5. DNI If under 13, against LGBTQ, TERF, Transphobic, MAP, etc
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Mod Info:
Name: K, Kali, Spiteful
Age: 14
Gender: Questioning
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Questioning
Name: Nyx
Age: minor
Gender: nonbinary
Pronouns: they/it/void
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Garcello huffed. “Well I’m sure you can agree that sometimes freedom has to be sacrificed to save people.” He knew that well. A little too well. They suddenly had the breath knocked out of him as he was tackled, losing his grip on his taser. He growled, grabbing at Hex. “Let me go you idiot! He’s fucking DANGEROUS, he’ll get you KILLED! Hell, he’ll probably kill you him-fucking-self!!” Garcello knew the powers of his own Hex, how they could screw with robotics. This one would probably die if his got too worked up. That was why he was so dangerous in the first place. Gar had seen way too many vehicles crash because of him.
Hex watched nervously in the backround, flinching at any sudden movements and cowering whenever someone yelled.
Whitmore and Hex were just walking down the alleyways when they heard something. First a shape that seemed like Hex flew by them, chased by some sort of teal haired man.
“Huh, odd.”
“Hex! That guy must be in trouble! We got to help them!”
“Ugh, fiIIINNNEEE!” Whitmore grabbed Hex’s wrist and began to chase after the others, Hex tripping behind.
@rags-riches-and-soccer
Hex scrambled through the alleys, pushing himself forwards as quickly as possible. He had been found! He was DOOMED!!! No- no, don’t think like that, he could still escape! He could get away! He just had to run and run and run and- he was really glad he couldn’t get tired…
Garcello ran after the bot, trying to take the quickest route to the other that he possibly could. Whenever possible he tightened his turns and slightly adjusted his angles, making him ever so slightly faster than he would be usually. It was really annoying that he couldn’t just dart them and be over with it. Ugh, he hated dealing with things that he couldn’t put to sleep. He noticed that there were footsteps behind them bit he didn’t have time to check who it was. Not if he wanted to keep chasing the robot at least, they were a dangerous idiot but they were really really good at running.
Hex suddenly pushed himself at an awk angle and tripped. He tripped. OH WOW HEX GREAT JOB ON THE WHOLE ‘NOT GETTING CAUGHT’ THING YOU’RE SO GOOD AT IT W O W. ‘I don’t need your sass right now! I’m trying not to die!’ He snapped back at his own thoughts. And you’re just doing so excellently at that aren’t you. ‘I don’t have time for this-’ He tried to scramble to his feet as fast as possible but Garcello had already caught up. Hex squeaked as he was flipped over onto his back, Garcello’s foot pressing down painfully on his chest. He struggled in vain to free himself, his fans starting to whirr loudly. “no no no no no-”
#hypocrisy and deceit | garcello#y2k | hex#run and hide | other whitty#solar power | other hex#chase or conversation? | rp
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“…you sure bud? Yer lookin a little… sad.” He walked closer, keeping his hands in his pockets and his gait relaxed. Didn’t want to intimidate the kid, probably wouldn’t help the situation.
Garcello opened the door walking into the room. He looked at Dan. Yep, no denying it now, he was attached. “Uh… hey kid? You don’t look too good… you ok?” He looked… concerned. - @charred-picture-frame
*Dan looked up from the partially torn papers in front of him, the scribbled drawings now tearstained* "o-oh..hey..y-yeah I'm- I'm fine.."
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The woods are full of dangerous creatures, horrible beasts that creep through the undergrowth under cover of darkness. Things that fear the holy light of the sun like the demons they are. Only the knights are strong and courageous enough to protect us from these creatures, going out into the woods and slaying the horrible beasts to keep us all safe. The strongest and bravest knight of them all is Arthur, his power is unparalleled and his courage could not be understated. Many knights participate in heroic raids on their dens and gatherings, driving back the demons from our lands. This is the tale of a world plagued by monsters. And the story of how some people came to see the truth about them
Muse Info | Intros
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He flinched back, a look of horror and regret crossing his face for a second. “Kid- no, of course not. I won’t make ya fight people you care about, that’s just…” Inefficient, prone to dissent, one of the best ways to start a fucking riot- A dick move, emotionally devastating, something he would rather die than make someone do. He wrapped an arm around Dan in a sort of side-hug, slowly pulling him into a real one. It was tentative, almost scared? letting Dan pull away if he really wanted. “‘M sorry, I didn’t know ya knew them.” He mumbled. Please don’t hate me.
Garcello stalked through the brush, tailing the anomaly deeper into the woods. He had his tranq gun ready to shoot, aimed at the creature. He took another step forwards, slowly getting into range. - @charred-picture-frame
As they walked, their ears perked up ever so slightly. Someone was nearby. They turned around, facing the general direction of the noise.
"Rrr?"
@ask-the-chaotic-gremlin
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*he did his best to keep hidden but as he was circling back around..he just ended up dropping onto his knees in the grass, sobbing silently. His entire body shook from the crying. He couldn't do this anymore. He wanted Kyden, he wanted to go home and play video games and sleep and play his fucking ukelele and watch Steven Universe because that show was one of his ONLY comforts at this point and he didn't know how to cope with everything going on and this was all too much for him and- he wrapped his wings around himself. He couldn't do this anymore. An odd, bright blue substance was dripping from his mouth and onto the ground. He'd given up*
Garcello stepped back, giving the two a charming smile. “Cya~” He walked off, circling around the same way Dan did. He was confused when he didn’t find the kid, circling around further until he found them. His expression morphed into a concerned one when he found Dan. “Hey, kid, what’s wrong?” He knelt down next to Dan, resting a hand on their back.
Garcello stalked through the brush, tailing the anomaly deeper into the woods. He had his tranq gun ready to shoot, aimed at the creature. He took another step forwards, slowly getting into range. - @charred-picture-frame
As they walked, their ears perked up ever so slightly. Someone was nearby. They turned around, facing the general direction of the noise.
"Rrr?"
@ask-the-chaotic-gremlin
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The backrooms. Everyone’s heard of them, but very few have actually been unlucky enough to have been there. Despite it’s appearances it is survivable if you know what you’re doing. But that assumes you know what you’re doing, which would be a tall order for almost anyone. Luckily for our protagonist, he isn’t just ‘anyone’.
There’s a term we like to use here, ‘hallbound’. A term for those poor unfortunate souls who were born here instead of simply swept from their normal lives. The unlucky ones who have never been to the normal world, whose entire life has been spent in the chaotic maelstrom of death and suffer that we refer to as the backrooms…
Snare crept through the dark hallway, carefully maneuvering around the sightless monsters of floor 703. He had managed to escape the damn things once before, but he wasn’t taking any chances. They came upon a large door with a copper sign above it reading ‘Flax’s Inn’. He sighed in relief, walking into the nicely lit room.
Flax looked up from the counter, smiling kindly at him. “Hey kid, how’s it going?”
Snare sighed. “It’s going alright. Just got out of 703, saw your door and took the out.”
Flax nodded in understanding. “Glad it found ya then, that place ain’t the kindest.” He chuckled softly, sliding Snare an orange juice.
They took it with a smile.
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