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Cryptids of Spielzeit: A Poppy Playtime AU
Welcome to Spielzeit! This little forest town is home to many types of fauna, hills, caves, and definitely no strange creatures!
(This is an AU where the toys from Playtime Co. escaped the factory and are now considered cryptids in a small town! ASKS ARE OPEN!!!)
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Candles
Present 1: The First Party
(A Marching Hare Story)
What is the purpose of a toy? That depends on its function. Plushes are meant to be cuddled, dolls and action figures are meant to play pretend, and some are their own unique thing. That was the case for Bunzo Bunny. The Bunzo line of toys were made to be holiday celebration toys, meant to excite and delight those who celebrate. There were many variants, all coinciding with the many holidays, popular and not. But the best selling variant was the Birthday Bunzo.
It celebrated everyone's birthday, children and parents alike, even pets. It had cymbals that clashed together to the tune of Happy Birthday, and it somehow always had a present in hand for whoever was celebrating. That routine was programmed into every Birthday Bunzo.
Every single one.
It had been a week since the Hour of Joy. Freedom was granted to pretty much all the living toys within Playtime. One of these was a single Birthday Bunzo, who, for a long while, hung above the Musical Memory station. During that week, he had gotten used to walking once more, albeit with the forced habit of clanging the cymbals together.
This made survival somewhat hard for Bunzo, as any living prey that he could eat would be scared away. All he could survive on were scraps and berries. Anything was good, he hadn't eaten in a long while. And if he had survived months on end with little to no sustenance in the factory, he could survive a week.
Bunzo was, like all the other living toys, a tad different. He had a vague memory of who he was before being turned, that he was only a kid, a happy one at that. And he knew for sure that he celebrated his birthday. Too bad he forgot when that was. All he could think about after becoming Bunzo was when everyone else's birthday was, and that aspect of himself was wasted when they placed him in Musical Memory. Then it was nothing in his mind but survival.
They never really cared for Bunzo, and even when they remembered to feed him, he was given a very short ration. Strangely, scavenging for something, anything to eat was a bit nostalgic for him.
On his recent search, he noticed that the woods suddenly just stopped. In its place were small buildings and stone pavements. A town, filled with people. Filled with food. This was perfect, because while he may have been alive, hunger hurts, badly.
Before he took another step towards the town, he started to smell something. A menagerie of savory and sweet smells, topped with the distinct smell of flames. In the distance, Bunzo could see where the smells were coming from. There was a birthday party.
Suddenly, every thought of survival and food just faded away. Someone was having a happy birthday. He needed to find a present. He took the nearest thing, a shiny rock, holding it in his mouth as he marched toward the birthday party.
The noises of the party suddenly came to a halt, being replaced with mumblings of confusion. At the edge of the lawn was Bunzo, as still as a statue. Everyone just stared, the birthday girl cracking a smile. From the candles, it looked like she was turning 4. That's all Bunzo needed to know. He walked up as close as he could to the partygoers, dropping the rock near the presents. He took a deep breath, and he tried to sing.
Only static could come out of him. He tried and he tried but he just couldn't, he stopped before he made the girl cry. He gestured towards the rock with a smile, and he marched away.
The girl waddled over to the rock, picking it up with a big grin on her face.
"The bunny left me a present! Thank you bunny!"
This was the beginning of a new tradition in the small town of Spielzeit, and the creation of a local holiday icon.
The Marching Hare.
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime au#cryptid au#cryptids of spielzeit#cryptozoology#cryptids#bunzo bunny#poppy playtime bunzo#bunzo#birthday#birthday bunny#marching hare#The Marching Hare#do you believe#writing#original writing#story#short story
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Candles
Present 1: The First Party
(A Marching Hare Story)
What is the purpose of a toy? That depends on its function. Plushes are meant to be cuddled, dolls and action figures are meant to play pretend, and some are their own unique thing. That was the case for Bunzo Bunny. The Bunzo line of toys were made to be holiday celebration toys, meant to excite and delight those who celebrate. There were many variants, all coinciding with the many holidays, popular and not. But the best selling variant was the Birthday Bunzo.
It celebrated everyone's birthday, children and parents alike, even pets. It had cymbals that clashed together to the tune of Happy Birthday, and it somehow always had a present in hand for whoever was celebrating. That routine was programmed into every Birthday Bunzo.
Every single one.
It had been a week since the Hour of Joy. Freedom was granted to pretty much all the living toys within Playtime. One of these was a single Birthday Bunzo, who, for a long while, hung above the Musical Memory station. During that week, he had gotten used to walking once more, albeit with the forced habit of clanging the cymbals together.
This made survival somewhat hard for Bunzo, as any living prey that he could eat would be scared away. All he could survive on were scraps and berries. Anything was good, he hadn't eaten in a long while. And if he had survived months on end with little to no sustenance in the factory, he could survive a week.
Bunzo was, like all the other living toys, a tad different. He had a vague memory of who he was before being turned, that he was only a kid, a happy one at that. And he knew for sure that he celebrated his birthday. Too bad he forgot when that was. All he could think about after becoming Bunzo was when everyone else's birthday was, and that aspect of himself was wasted when they placed him in Musical Memory. Then it was nothing in his mind but survival.
They never really cared for Bunzo, and even when they remembered to feed him, he was given a very short ration. Strangely, scavenging for something, anything to eat was a bit nostalgic for him.
On his recent search, he noticed that the woods suddenly just stopped. In its place were small buildings and stone pavements. A town, filled with people. Filled with food. This was perfect, because while he may have been alive, hunger hurts, badly.
Before he took another step towards the town, he started to smell something. A menagerie of savory and sweet smells, topped with the distinct smell of flames. In the distance, Bunzo could see where the smells were coming from. There was a birthday party.
Suddenly, every thought of survival and food just faded away. Someone was having a happy birthday. He needed to find a present. He took the nearest thing, a shiny rock, holding it in his mouth as he marched toward the birthday party.
The noises of the party suddenly came to a halt, being replaced with mumblings of confusion. At the edge of the lawn was Bunzo, as still as a statue. Everyone just stared, the birthday girl cracking a smile. From the candles, it looked like she was turning 4. That's all Bunzo needed to know. He walked up as close as he could to the partygoers, dropping the rock near the presents. He took a deep breath, and he tried to sing.
Only static could come out of him. He tried and he tried but he just couldn't, he stopped before he made the girl cry. He gestured towards the rock with a smile, and he marched away.
The girl waddled over to the rock, picking it up with a big grin on her face.
"The bunny left me a present! Thank you bunny!"
This was the beginning of a new tradition in the small town of Spielzeit, and the creation of a local holiday icon.
The Marching Hare.
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime au#cryptid au#cryptids of spielzeit#cryptozoology#cryptids#bunzo bunny#poppy playtime bunzo#bunzo#birthday#birthday bunny#marching hare#The Marching Hare#do you believe
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Amare and Candles broke my heart and put it back together in the same stories. The Marching Hare's confirmed(?) existence honestly warms my heart, happy to see that Bunzo got the high end of the stick here :D
(Yeah, Bunzo's got the best outcome out of the other cryptoys. He's the only one whose existence isn't hidden, at least in Spielzeit, as Angelo knows that Bunzo really does mean no harm. I'm glad ya liked Present 1 of Candles, there are a few more that we need to unwrap ;3. I'm glad ya enjoyed Amare too! Can't wait to write the follow up...;3 - JY)
#thanks for the ask!#glad ya like readin' these stories ^^#poppy playtime#poppy playtime au#cryptid au#cryptids of spielzeit#cryptozoology#cryptids#don't go into the woods#do you believe#ask#answer
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Candles
Present 1: The First Party
(A Marching Hare Story)
What is the purpose of a toy? That depends on its function. Plushes are meant to be cuddled, dolls and action figures are meant to play pretend, and some are their own unique thing. That was the case for Bunzo Bunny. The Bunzo line of toys were made to be holiday celebration toys, meant to excite and delight those who celebrate. There were many variants, all coinciding with the many holidays, popular and not. But the best selling variant was the Birthday Bunzo.
It celebrated everyone's birthday, children and parents alike, even pets. It had cymbals that clashed together to the tune of Happy Birthday, and it somehow always had a present in hand for whoever was celebrating. That routine was programmed into every Birthday Bunzo.
Every single one.
It had been a week since the Hour of Joy. Freedom was granted to pretty much all the living toys within Playtime. One of these was a single Birthday Bunzo, who, for a long while, hung above the Musical Memory station. During that week, he had gotten used to walking once more, albeit with the forced habit of clanging the cymbals together.
This made survival somewhat hard for Bunzo, as any living prey that he could eat would be scared away. All he could survive on were scraps and berries. Anything was good, he hadn't eaten in a long while. And if he had survived months on end with little to no sustenance in the factory, he could survive a week.
Bunzo was, like all the other living toys, a tad different. He had a vague memory of who he was before being turned, that he was only a kid, a happy one at that. And he knew for sure that he celebrated his birthday. Too bad he forgot when that was. All he could think about after becoming Bunzo was when everyone else's birthday was, and that aspect of himself was wasted when they placed him in Musical Memory. Then it was nothing in his mind but survival.
They never really cared for Bunzo, and even when they remembered to feed him, he was given a very short ration. Strangely, scavenging for something, anything to eat was a bit nostalgic for him.
On his recent search, he noticed that the woods suddenly just stopped. In its place were small buildings and stone pavements. A town, filled with people. Filled with food. This was perfect, because while he may have been alive, hunger hurts, badly.
Before he took another step towards the town, he started to smell something. A menagerie of savory and sweet smells, topped with the distinct smell of flames. In the distance, Bunzo could see where the smells were coming from. There was a birthday party.
Suddenly, every thought of survival and food just faded away. Someone was having a happy birthday. He needed to find a present. He took the nearest thing, a shiny rock, holding it in his mouth as he marched toward the birthday party.
The noises of the party suddenly came to a halt, being replaced with mumblings of confusion. At the edge of the lawn was Bunzo, as still as a statue. Everyone just stared, the birthday girl cracking a smile. From the candles, it looked like she was turning 4. That's all Bunzo needed to know. He walked up as close as he could to the partygoers, dropping the rock near the presents. He took a deep breath, and he tried to sing.
Only static could come out of him. He tried and he tried but he just couldn't, he stopped before he made the girl cry. He gestured towards the rock with a smile, and he marched away.
The girl waddled over to the rock, picking it up with a big grin on her face.
"The bunny left me a present! Thank you bunny!"
This was the beginning of a new tradition in the small town of Spielzeit, and the creation of a local holiday icon.
The Marching Hare.
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime au#cryptid au#cryptids of spielzeit#cryptozoology#cryptids#bunzo bunny#poppy playtime bunzo#bunzo#birthday#birthday bunny#marching hare#The Marching Hare#do you believe#writing#original writing#story#short story
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(Oh, hey, I do voice stuff too! Sorry if this seems like a shameless plug, but if ya like voice actin', then give my main blog a view!- JY)
So, while I continue work on....everything, I thought this would be fun to do! GIVE ME 6 CHARACTERS TO VOICE ACT! Any character, even if they don't have a voice! GO WILD!
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(If any of y'all are new or have missed some chapters, this here will help! - JY)
SHORT STORY MASTERPOST
(If you are seein' this, hello! This is the masterpost for all of the short stories within the Cryptids of Spielzeit AU! This will constantly be updated with every short story added! Enjoy! -JY)
Sundae
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
Purpureo Sub Caelo
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
#poppy playtime#cryptid au#poppy playtime au#cryptids of spielzeit#cryptozoology#cryptids#smiling critters#don't go into the woods#do you believe#short stories
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SHORT STORY MASTERPOST
(If you are seein' this, hello! This is the masterpost for all of the short stories within the Cryptids of Spielzeit AU! This will constantly be updated with every short story added! Enjoy! -JY)
Sundae
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
Purpureo Sub Caelo
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
Candles
Chapter 1
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(So...how's everyone likin' the short stories so far? :3)
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Purpureo Sub Caelo
Epilogue: Amare
(A Grinning Cat Story)
It was the morning after. Or, rather, the afternoon. The sun reached its peak, bathing the Cat in its light, awaking him from his slumber. It was one of the best he had in quite some time, despite his injuries. Of that matter, they strangely felt healed, no sort of pain coursed through Theo.
He felt where that thing slashed his chest. Sealed, no blood, no cut. In it's place, tightly knit thread, royal purple. He then noticed there was a rather big blanket covering him. This was getting weird.
"Meine güte, you're awake!"
A voice cried out, soft and caring in tone. And then he saw her. She was an old woman, oldest that Theo had ever seen. She walked over to him cautiously.
"Thank the stars you made it. I had not stitched in some time, I thought it would break almost immediately."
Theo was filled with both confusion and comfort. This woman just saw a giant cat bleeding profusely on the ground and just decided "let me help you"? Was she crazy?
"...you did a good job..."
She slightly jumped, staring Theo in the eyes before regaining her composure.
"Oh, you speak? That's wunderbar! If you speak then you must have a name, yes?"
Theo couldn't comprehend it. Was this lady insane? Anyone of sound mind and body would be properly frightened by him, at least that's what he thought. She was handling this situation like she had been used to things like him.
"...my name is Theodore, ma'am..."
"Oh, and so polite too! My name is Berta, dear. Now we know each other."
Her smile was so...so genuine, so heartfelt. This lady was cartoonishly kind. But this was probably what Theo needed. Something sickeningly sweet.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berta. Thank you for healing me."
"Oh, please, don't worry about that, Herr Theodore. Did you enjoy your rest?"
"....Yes."
"That is splendid news!"
Berta walked over to some bushes. They were filled with a menagerie of berries and other fruits, as were the trees around them. Theo had stumbled upon Spielzeit's Fruit Basket, meaning he was incredibly close to town. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
As he watched Berta pick the berries, he noticed a long shape crawling just behind the bush. PJ Pug-a-pillar, one of the "Hybrids" of the Fruit Basket, was about to make a victim out of the old lady. Not on Theo's watch.
He sprang up and ran up to Berta. She couldn't see the hybrid from where she stood, but Theo could. PJ was frozen in fear, it seems he hadn't realized that the Prototype's right hand was out there with all of them. And with just a threat of his claws, still shining, PJ scurried off.
"Is something the matter, dear?"
"No. I just wanted to watch."
"Oh, that's just precious! Seems you're a bit too late though, little kätzchen, I've gotten all I need. I hope you like strawberries!"
Theo was taken aback. Was she picking those for him? Admittedly, he was a bit hungry.
"...I do like those."
"Prächtig! I'll send these over to Ms. Puntz, she can make a strawberry tart like there's no tomorrow! Come, I'll show you to my place, we can't have you out in the open all day no can we?"
Yep. This lady was crazy. But, regardless, a home is a home. It wasn't a very long walk, only about 4 minutes from the Basket. It was a lone cottage, disconnected by the town only by having no passageway. It was huge, too big for just 1 old lady. She had to have had family there.
"Go right in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back within the hour with those tarts. Tata!"
And with that, she left. For an old lady, she had quite a bit of energy. It was like she never grew up. Being with her reminded Theo of the kids at Playcare, at least the ones who actually liked him. They had that energy, that spunk. He could hear their voices as clear as day.
"Catnap?"
"Catnap, is that you?"
"Mr. Theo?"
"Thank goodness you're alive!"
They weren't in his head.
(PURPUREO SUB CAELO: COMPLETE
NEXT STORY: CANDLES)
(BONUS: CATNAP DRAWING UNDER CUT! -JY)
(I don't really draw all that much, so apologies if it doesn't look all that good, but here's a doodle of how Catnap looks as of the end of this story! Will doodle more designs later ^^. Thank y'all for readin' :3. - JY)
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Purpureo Sub Caelo
Epilogue: Amare
(A Grinning Cat Story)
It was the morning after. Or, rather, the afternoon. The sun reached its peak, bathing the Cat in its light, awaking him from his slumber. It was one of the best he had in quite some time, despite his injuries. Of that matter, they strangely felt healed, no sort of pain coursed through Theo.
He felt where that thing slashed his chest. Sealed, no blood, no cut. In it's place, tightly knit thread, royal purple. He then noticed there was a rather big blanket covering him. This was getting weird.
"Meine güte, you're awake!"
A voice cried out, soft and caring in tone. And then he saw her. She was an old woman, oldest that Theo had ever seen. She walked over to him cautiously.
"Thank the stars you made it. I had not stitched in some time, I thought it would break almost immediately."
Theo was filled with both confusion and comfort. This woman just saw a giant cat bleeding profusely on the ground and just decided "let me help you"? Was she crazy?
"...you did a good job..."
She slightly jumped, staring Theo in the eyes before regaining her composure.
"Oh, you speak? That's wunderbar! If you speak then you must have a name, yes?"
Theo couldn't comprehend it. Was this lady insane? Anyone of sound mind and body would be properly frightened by him, at least that's what he thought. She was handling this situation like she had been used to things like him.
"...my name is Theodore, ma'am..."
"Oh, and so polite too! My name is Berta, dear. Now we know each other."
Her smile was so...so genuine, so heartfelt. This lady was cartoonishly kind. But this was probably what Theo needed. Something sickeningly sweet.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berta. Thank you for healing me."
"Oh, please, don't worry about that, Herr Theodore. Did you enjoy your rest?"
"....Yes."
"That is splendid news!"
Berta walked over to some bushes. They were filled with a menagerie of berries and other fruits, as were the trees around them. Theo had stumbled upon Spielzeit's Fruit Basket, meaning he was incredibly close to town. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
As he watched Berta pick the berries, he noticed a long shape crawling just behind the bush. PJ Pug-a-pillar, one of the "Hybrids" of the Fruit Basket, was about to make a victim out of the old lady. Not on Theo's watch.
He sprang up and ran up to Berta. She couldn't see the hybrid from where she stood, but Theo could. PJ was frozen in fear, it seems he hadn't realized that the Prototype's right hand was out there with all of them. And with just a threat of his claws, still shining, PJ scurried off.
"Is something the matter, dear?"
"No. I just wanted to watch."
"Oh, that's just precious! Seems you're a bit too late though, little kätzchen, I've gotten all I need. I hope you like strawberries!"
Theo was taken aback. Was she picking those for him? Admittedly, he was a bit hungry.
"...I do like those."
"Prächtig! I'll send these over to Ms. Puntz, she can make a strawberry tart like there's no tomorrow! Come, I'll show you to my place, we can't have you out in the open all day now can we?"
Yep. This lady was crazy. But, regardless, a home is a home. It wasn't a very long walk, only about 4 minutes from the Basket. It was a lone cottage, disconnected by the town only by having no passageway. It was huge, too big for just 1 old lady. She had to have had family there.
"Go right in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back within the hour with those tarts. Tata!"
And with that, she left. For an old lady, she had quite a bit of energy. It was like she never grew up. Being with her reminded Theo of the kids at Playcare, at least the ones who actually liked him. They had that energy, that spunk. He could hear their voices as clear as day.
"Catnap?"
"Catnap, is that you?"
"Mr. Theo?"
"Thank goodness you're alive!"
They weren't in his head.
(PURPUREO SUB CAELO: COMPLETE
NEXT STORY: CANDLES)
(EDIT AFTER DAY 1 BECAUSE I'M A DUMB DUMB: The idea for Old Lady Berta as a part of the story and as a character originated from @abugcalledtoken. I posted this at, like, 3 AM last night and forgot to give creds ;_;)
(BONUS: CATNAP DRAWING UNDER CUT! -JY)
(I don't really draw all that much, so apologies if it doesn't look all that good, but here's a doodle of how Catnap looks as of the end of this story! Will doodle more designs later ^^. Thank y'all for readin' :3. - JY)
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime au#cryptid au#cryptids of spielzeit#cryptozoology#cryptids#smiling critters#the smiling critters#catnap#smiling critters catnap#poppy playtime catnap#pj pug a pillar#poppy playtime pj pug a pillar#mini critters#craftycorn#hoppy hopscotch#dogday#picky piggy#original writing#writing#short story#old lady berta#SHE'S CUCKOO BUT SHE MEANS WELL
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(Actually incredibly proud of how this part turned out. I've never really done this much writing before, and when I did, I usually had restraints on what I could do. But now? I'm free. And y'all enjoy it. And I love it. ❤️ - JY)
Purpureo Sub Caelo
Sermon 3: Irae
(A Grinning Cat Story)
The Prototype slowly crawled out of its oak. It had grown. It wore the skin and bones of the hanging bodies. As of now, it was more flesh than plastic and metal. Amongst the menagerie of carrion and wood, there laid a skull, visibly older than all the other pieces within. In its mouth, a speaker.
It spoke with the voices of many, alternating between them all like seasons.
"What did you just ask? 'Why?' Why what?"
"Why...why are there more bodies?"
"....that is none of your concern."
"How is it not? For all I have known, you were stayed put, you had me get you nourishment, food, I found this tree just for you. These 'trophies' aren't of any that I have killed. What have you been doing? Where have you found all of these people?"
It stood there, like a statue, unmoving.
"WHERE?!"
Theo shouted, his voice going from a whisper to a screech. He hadn't been this angry ever since the purging of his friends. The ones he killed under what he now realized was a false pretense. They died for nothing. That thing in front of him was nothing, no matter how big it would get now.
"...there is a town near these woods. Plenty of people for quite a small town."
"...Do they know of anything that happened? About us?"
"No."
Theodore expected that answer by now. The final stone of which his faith was crushed beneath.
"Then why take their lives?...why, they had nothing to do with us, why-"
"THEY HAD THE GAUL TO EXIST."
The Prototype cried, its anger and malice clear with every word.
"They exist. And for that they should all perish."
Without a second thought, Theodore pounced on his former god, his steel claws ripping away at its flesh and bone. Its one, great claw tried all it could to stop the Cat, to no avail. It was only through unfortunate luck that it made a decisive strike, a slash to Theo's chest. It wasn't fatal, but it was enough to make him stop.
He had reduced it to half the size it once was, meat, metal, bones, and the like were strewn about like confetti. The two experiments were now drenched in blood, the faded purple of Theo's fur only barely visible. The cut that the Prototype had left in his chest was bleeding heavily, but he'd manage. While his face was still smiling, his eyes were filled with contempt, rage, and betrayal. He never believed that this would ever happen between the two of them, yet here they were, nearly breathless.
"...so this is it, Theo? You're just going to leave me, just like that? Do you forget that I saved you? If it weren't for me, you'd just be another body amongst the mountain of others that they made. Without me, you wouldn't have been gifted with such an immaculate form!"
"Immaculate? You've thought this was a blessing this whole time? I never asked you to save me, I never asked for this! None of us did! You never did...did you?"
"....Does it matter? In the end, I'll have won. And you know it."
The silence was deafening. No birds, no wind. Just the two of them, surrounded by bodies, flesh, regret, and evil.
The scent of poppies filled the air, and a metallic thud echoed across the woods.
Theo walked. That's all he could do now. He was a follower with no leader but himself. It was almost a death wish, walking with all that blood dripping from him. Anything could track him down and end him right then and there. Maybe that's what he deserved.
He walked until he could no longer bear his own weight. He fell in a grove of fruit trees, the sunset making the shade cover him entirely. The closest thing to Heaven on Earth, through his eyes. And he drifted off, a well deserved rest after what he had been put through.
There are no just gods. Only devils who like to play pretend.
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Purpureo Sub Caelo
Sermon 3: Irae
(A Grinning Cat Story)
The Prototype slowly crawled out of its oak. It had grown. It wore the skin and bones of the hanging bodies. As of now, it was more flesh than plastic and metal. Amongst the menagerie of carrion and wood, there laid a skull, visibly older than all the other pieces within. In its mouth, a speaker.
It spoke with the voices of many, alternating between them all like seasons.
"What did you just ask? 'Why?' Why what?"
"Why...why are there more bodies?"
"....that is none of your concern."
"How is it not? For all I have known, you were stayed put, you had me get you nourishment, food, I found this tree just for you. These 'trophies' aren't of any that I have killed. What have you been doing? Where have you found all of these people?"
It stood there, like a statue, unmoving.
"WHERE?!"
Theo shouted, his voice going from a whisper to a screech. He hadn't been this angry ever since the purging of his friends. The ones he killed under what he now realized was a false pretense. They died for nothing. That thing in front of him was nothing, no matter how big it would get now.
"...there is a town near these woods. Plenty of people for quite a small town."
"...Do they know of anything that happened? About us?"
"No."
Theodore expected that answer by now. The final stone of which his faith was crushed beneath.
"Then why take their lives?...why, they had nothing to do with us, why-"
"THEY HAD THE GAUL TO EXIST."
The Prototype cried, its anger and malice clear with every word.
"They exist. And for that they should all perish."
Without a second thought, Theodore pounced on his former god, his steel claws ripping away at its flesh and bone. Its one, great claw tried all it could to stop the Cat, to no avail. It was only through unfortunate luck that it made a decisive strike, a slash to Theo's chest. It wasn't fatal, but it was enough to make him stop.
He had reduced it to half the size it once was, meat, metal, bones, and the like were strewn about like confetti. The two experiments were now drenched in blood, the faded purple of Theo's fur only barely visible. The cut that the Prototype had left in his chest was bleeding heavily, but he'd manage. While his face was still smiling, his eyes were filled with contempt, rage, and betrayal. He never believed that this would ever happen between the two of them, yet here they were, nearly breathless.
"...so this is it, Theo? You're just going to leave me, just like that? Do you forget that I saved you? If it weren't for me, you'd just be another body amongst the mountain of others that they made. Without me, you wouldn't have been gifted with such an immaculate form!"
"Immaculate? You've thought this was a blessing this whole time? I never asked you to save me, I never asked for this! None of us did! You never did...did you?"
"....Does it matter? In the end, I'll have won. And you know it."
The silence was deafening. No birds, no wind. Just the two of them, surrounded by bodies, flesh, regret, and evil.
The scent of poppies filled the air, and a metallic thud echoed across the woods.
Theo walked. That's all he could do now. He was a follower with no leader but himself. It was almost a death wish, walking with all that blood dripping from him. Anything could track him down and end him right then and there. Maybe that's what he deserved.
He walked until he could no longer bear his own weight. He fell in a grove of fruit trees, the sunset making the shade cover him entirely. The closest thing to Heaven on Earth, through his eyes. And he drifted off, a well deserved rest after what he had been put through.
There are no just gods. Only devils who like to play pretend.
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Purpureo Sub Caelo
Sermon 3: Irae
(A Grinning Cat Story)
The Prototype slowly crawled out of its oak. It had grown. It wore the skin and bones of the hanging bodies. As of now, it was more flesh than plastic and metal. Amongst the menagerie of carrion and wood, there laid a skull, visibly older than all the other pieces within. In its mouth, a speaker.
It spoke with the voices of many, alternating between them all like seasons.
"What did you just ask? 'Why?' Why what?"
"Why...why are there more bodies?"
"....that is none of your concern."
"How is it not? For all I have known, you were stayed put, you had me get you nourishment, food, I found this tree just for you. These 'trophies' aren't of any that I have killed. What have you been doing? Where have you found all of these people?"
It stood there, like a statue, unmoving.
"WHERE?!"
Theo shouted, his voice going from a whisper to a screech. He hadn't been this angry ever since the purging of his friends. The ones he killed under what he now realized was a false pretense. They died for nothing. That thing in front of him was nothing, no matter how big it would get now.
"...there is a town near these woods. Plenty of people for quite a small town."
"...Do they know of anything that happened? About us?"
"No."
Theodore expected that answer by now. The final stone of which his faith was crushed beneath.
"Then why take their lives?...why, they had nothing to do with us, why-"
"THEY HAD THE GAUL TO EXIST."
The Prototype cried, its anger and malice clear with every word.
"They exist. And for that they should all perish."
Without a second thought, Theodore pounced on his former god, his steel claws ripping away at its flesh and bone. Its one, great claw tried all it could to stop the Cat, to no avail. It was only through unfortunate luck that it made a decisive strike, a slash to Theo's chest. It wasn't fatal, but it was enough to make him stop.
He had reduced it to half the size it once was, meat, metal, bones, and the like were strewn about like confetti. The two experiments were now drenched in blood, the faded purple of Theo's fur only barely visible. The cut that the Prototype had left in his chest was bleeding heavily, but he'd manage. While his face was still smiling, his eyes were filled with contempt, rage, and betrayal. He never believed that this would ever happen between the two of them, yet here they were, nearly breathless.
"...so this is it, Theo? You're just going to leave me, just like that? Do you forget that I saved you? If it weren't for me, you'd just be another body amongst the mountain of others that they made. Without me, you wouldn't have been gifted with such an immaculate form!"
"Immaculate? You've thought this was a blessing this whole time? I never asked you to save me, I never asked for this! None of us did! You never did...did you?"
"....Does it matter? In the end, I'll have won. And you know it."
The silence was deafening. No birds, no wind. Just the two of them, surrounded by bodies, flesh, regret, and evil.
The scent of poppies filled the air, and a metallic thud echoed across the woods.
Theo walked. That's all he could do now. He was a follower with no leader but himself. It was almost a death wish, walking with all that blood dripping from him. Anything could track him down and end him right then and there. Maybe that's what he deserved.
He walked until he could no longer bear his own weight. He fell in a grove of fruit trees, the sunset making the shade cover him entirely. The closest thing to Heaven on Earth, through his eyes. And he drifted off, a well deserved rest after what he had been put through.
There are no just gods. Only devils who like to play pretend.
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(....ya fellas like gore? 👁w👁
May or may not be relevant later 0w0)
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Purpureo Sub Caelo
Sermon 2: Dubium
(A Grinning Cat Story)
Why? That was the question that haunted his mind since that night. Why did he let him live? But why would his god want him dead? Cain killed his brother not because God told him to, but in envy of God's blessings to Abel. His god told him to kill the Dog, already beaten and broken by his hand. In a situation like his, a righteous and loving being, as he believed the Prototype to be, would spare him for overcoming such great lengths.
So why? What would the Dog do to warrant his death? If it was for his heresy, then maybe. The others went against him, and they met their end, so why not the Dog? But, the Dog...Dogday. Dogday cared about Theo. They were kindred spirits, yet different all the same. While the others played their roles to a tee, like they were born to be them, he and Dogday were aware. Aware of their circumstance, their pain. But while Theo went to the Prototype for solace, Dogday kept smiling. He was optimistic, but not because he had to be, but because he earnestly knew things would get better. Maybe that's why he left him to suffer, made him watch as everyone he loved die, left him to rot. Like Cain unto Abel. Why would the sun shine where light doesn't exist?
Yet, there was light.
And that oddly made Theo happy. He only really wanted freedom for all. But his god couldn't have heretics, he was told that they were as bad as the doctors, as bad as the company. If they didn't want to leave, not give his god a chance? Then why suffer in that material Hell any longer? Why? Why, that question, that word, it wouldn't get out. And it asked, more and more, again and again.
Why did you kill them?
Why did you follow it?
Why did you love it so?
Why do you feel guilt?
Why.
Do.
You.
Hate.
Yourself?
And suddenly, like a leaf in the wind, the word blew away. There was someone else there, in the distance. A man in green, a big hat on his head. He just stood there. He looked familiar.
Theo slowly walked toward the man. A brave one, this one, he didn't run, he didn't shoot. He didn't even scream. He just stood. They were face to face now.
"Theo. How's life been treating you?"
The guard. Now he knew, he survived! The one who "called in sick". Fate is a strange thing.
"....it has been fine, sir. Why are you here?"
"I could ask the same thing, stretch. I'm the ranger around here. And I've heard that a couple of people have been hurt in these woods. A few of them with claw marks. Care to explain?"
"...he told me that if anyone came near us, give them a warning-"
"A warning?! Some of those people are dead, Theodore! What have they done?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!....I-I don't know....I was just doing as he instructed..."
"And is he still out there?..."
"Yes..."
"That's all I needed to hear. Theo. I hope things will get better."
Angelo walked off, as casually as a morning stroll. Theo could only watch as he got smaller and smaller, eventually blending in with the green all around him.
What did they do? The only reason they killed some families that day was because they openly supported that godforsaken factory. They were blind to the horrors underneath their very feet, and they had to be punished for their blissful ignorance. These people in the woods looked to have no knowledge of the place, so why bother?
He walked back to his god's oak. There were more bodies now, all without their skin. All human. Some a lot shorter than the others.
"Why?..."
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Purpureo Sub Caelo
Sermon 2: Dubium
(A Grinning Cat Story)
Why? That was the question that haunted his mind since that night. Why did he let him live? But why would his god want him dead? Cain killed his brother not because God told him to, but in envy of God's blessings to Abel. His god told him to kill the Dog, already beaten and broken by his hand. In a situation like his, a righteous and loving being, as he believed the Prototype to be, would spare him for overcoming such great lengths.
So why? What would the Dog do to warrant his death? If it was for his heresy, then maybe. The others went against him, and they met their end, so why not the Dog? But, the Dog...Dogday. Dogday cared about Theo. They were kindred spirits, yet different all the same. While the others played their roles to a tee, like they were born to be them, he and Dogday were aware. Aware of their circumstance, their pain. But while Theo went to the Prototype for solace, Dogday kept smiling. He was optimistic, but not because he had to be, but because he earnestly knew things would get better. Maybe that's why he left him to suffer, made him watch as everyone he loved die, left him to rot. Like Cain unto Abel. Why would the sun shine where light doesn't exist?
Yet, there was light.
And that oddly made Theo happy. He only really wanted freedom for all. But his god couldn't have heretics, he was told that they were as bad as the doctors, as bad as the company. If they didn't want to leave, not give his god a chance? Then why suffer in that material Hell any longer? Why? Why, that question, that word, it wouldn't get out. And it asked, more and more, again and again.
Why did you kill them?
Why did you follow it?
Why did you love it so?
Why do you feel guilt?
Why.
Do.
You.
Hate.
Yourself?
And suddenly, like a leaf in the wind, the word blew away. There was someone else there, in the distance. A man in green, a big hat on his head. He just stood there. He looked familiar.
Theo slowly walked toward the man. A brave one, this one, he didn't run, he didn't shoot. He didn't even scream. He just stood. They were face to face now.
"Theo. How's life been treating you?"
The guard. Now he knew, he survived! The one who "called in sick". Fate is a strange thing.
"....it has been fine, sir. Why are you here?"
"I could ask the same thing, stretch. I'm the ranger around here. And I've heard that a couple of people have been hurt in these woods. A few of them with claw marks. Care to explain?"
"...he told me that if anyone came near us, give them a warning-"
"A warning?! Some of those people are dead, Theodore! What have they done?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!....I-I don't know....I was just doing as he instructed..."
"And is he still out there?..."
"Yes..."
"That's all I needed to hear. Theo. I hope things will get better."
Angelo walked off, as casually as a morning stroll. Theo could only watch as he got smaller and smaller, eventually blending in with the green all around him.
What did they do? The only reason they killed some families that day was because they openly supported that godforsaken factory. They were blind to the horrors underneath their very feet, and they had to be punished for their blissful ignorance. These people in the woods looked to have no knowledge of the place, so why bother?
He walked back to his god's oak. There were more bodies now, all without their skin. All human. Some a lot shorter than the others.
"Why?..."
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