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galaxies-unknown-a · 2 years

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[Semi-Event - Corporeal Triangle - PT 3 (Finale)]

“It’s done.”

Writer breathed out a sigh of relief, wiping some sweat from their brow as they gazed at the creation. Moonstone and Tide had agreed to help, although... They had definitely put emphasis on this thing preventing Bill from doing much outside of floating and wandering in the physical realm. It was, in essence, a locomotive for the triangle-- powered by his own energies. The entire thing stood at maybe a foot in height, with a marble-white eye near the top and a body made of pure gold...

They were going to be owing Moonstone and Bismuth for months. Of course, they’d also owe Tide and Gargle... But it was better than trying to half-ass an attempt on their own. Beside them, the triangle was giggling in glee, hands tightly pressed together. They could practically feel the joy coming off of him in waves- like radiation.

“This is gonna be fun!!! Gimme a minute, I can show you my thanks!” He dove into the construction. For a moment, all was silent... But Writer watched as the world slowly drifted back to color, sitting upright in the chair they’d been resting in. The maniacal entity’s laugh filled the air, and for a moment, a deadly chill ran down their spine. “I’M FREE!!!!” The statue suddenly exploded to life.

The white marble cracked and warped, producing a small black eye as black appendages suddenly grew from the sides. Fingers curled away from stubs, a tophat landing from nowhere above the triangle’s head. He moved, body shaking and warping as it tried to contain him. There was a giggle.

“Aw, you made it so I couldn’t... Oh well!” He spun around. The triangle floated into the air, arms and legs stretching. “I’m just glad to have a new puppet! Now then--” His blackened eye turned towards the one who gave him this body, crinkling upward in a smirk. It happened too fast for Writer to process.

One moment, Bill was near their ceiling- the next, he was right in front of them, and-

THWCK!

Writer fell back. The chair soared away, smacking into the wall as they screamed out.

“Oh-- oh no-- Triangle!!” Arms grasped their body, a singular black eye quickly examining them in a blind panic. “Are you alright-- you better be-- Triangle!” They blinked a few times, eyesight still faintly out.

“...‘m fine.... Jus’... Don’t hit me, wouldja?” They tried to smile around the pain, but it was quickly transformed into a grimace. Bill pulled himself back. He let go of Writer, eye watching the other as they stood. Ice pack, right--

He raced off to get it, for a moment cursing his idiocy.

Humans were soft, which meant Writer... Inevitably... Was too.

He’d have to be careful in this form... Damn.

#[overplanned: event]#[fanfiction bandages: writer]#[demon dorito: bill]#[you gave me something to lose: biter]#[-*that-- concludes the way-too-long event that probably should've been a one-off ^^;;;*-]

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