GETS you
NYWHAAYAAAAAWAAAAUGGHH WAAAAAA!!!!! WHY!!!!!!!
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I just saw the latest Geats anime subbed... and... there's a new tidbit about Ace we just learned...
He apparently shares the same fear with Geiz and Snipe... yes, as a 2000 year old man, he's still afraid of ghosts...
:p
In any case... who would capitalize on this fear? I'm guessing a certain Magenta Pink menace would?
Maybe. Or maybe a certain ghost child is feeling mischievous and decides to spook his kouhai
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Stranger! I made a sketch of me politely sitting near you at a respectful distance! I hope you like it :3
I see. Thank you, it’s really cute.
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Hiiii
I just read about your bloody paws au and l loved it! Especially the Keyleth part with her powers and how she got them (l also came up with the idea that Raishan was involved somehow but idk...)
Could you write something about the experiments where she gained them, or struggling to control her abilities with her team during training?
Sorry if it's too vague, but with this au you could write something completely unrelated and l would thank you anyways. Thanks for writing the au and the rest of them too!
Man it’s been a long time since I wrote anything for this AU!!! And aawwww I’m so glad you like it!!! :D And oh yeah Raishan def has a role to play in Keyleth’s story!! (Warning: Body horror, experimentation, violence, gore.) PS: I'm sorry this took so long.
Everything hurt, it always hurts. Her bones ach from growing more and more, her muscles burn from stretching to cover all the new limbs her bodys been made to create, her very skin iches from the sprouting of fur and feathers that force there way through.
She’s been forced to change yet again and just like last time she’s broken free from the confines of the cell they’d been keeping her.
They had introduced a new chemical this time, some vile green liquid that once it was in her blood reacted violently. The sheer agony was only comparable to having every bone in your body crushed then force to reform by nailing them back together, leaving jagged edges that dig and tear into the flesh with every twitch of the body. Her vision swam till all she saw was red and then the all familiar sensation of her body tearing itself into multiple directions took over.
The next thing she knew was the taste of iron heavy on her tongue. The ground covered in sinew and the cruel scientists intestines. With no one left in the room, she runs. Bursting down the gore stained door like it was made of thin paper, alarms blaring loudly as the walls blur in flashes of red and white, the thumping of her heart almost drowning out the thundering booms her feet and arms make as she hurls herself down the facilities halls.
Keyleth feels odder then usual, there is something else then just the pain this time. A weird new sensation is battering at the back of her brain, like a worm despiritly trying to find somewhere to burrow the battering moves looking for something. Looking for what, she doesn’t know beut it’s leaving her feeling hollower then she was already. So many desperate needs and no way to obtain them as she runs through this maze of walls and screams. Are they hers or someone elses? She doesn’t know, she just knows she must run.
But as fate likes to remind her, nothing in this life is fair. She turns down a corner and before she can even process the feeling of her foot sinking into the floor just a little more than it should, ropes of strong barbed metal entrap her and a cage erupts from the floor. She’s trapped yet again but the fight doesn’t leave her. It never does, it’s all she has left at this point and she holds onto it like a hawk clings to it’s food while it tries to weather the ever present storm that fights against it.
As much as this is a repeat of all her other attempts one thing is different, where usually once she falls into a trap the alarms stop, they haven’t. The blaring still blasts, the lights still flash, yet she’s stuck. Did some other poor soul get captured and like her is trying to escape?
She remains there struggling till a shadow moves in front of her cage, she almost snarls at whomever found her but as her eyes meet that of a bird like mask she stops. Her struggle stops as she stares at this new figure, one she’s never seen before. A figure encased in wisps of smoke, the light reflects off the glass parts of his mask that cover the figures eyes. The two of them stare at each other for what feels like hours but most likely was only seconds. Free me. She doesn’t beg, she doesn’t shout for mercy, she doesn’t demand, her eyes just convey a statement. Free me. There is shouting and rushing of footsteps coming their way but the two just stare at each other in a standstill till the figure moves and in a blink of an eye, the ropes go slack and the cage door opens.
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