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themore12 · 9 months

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Praise (ft. vil and idia)

VIL SCHOENHIET

He gets compliments every day, he's used to it at this point.

Loves every compliment but holds your compliments closer to his heart.

This perfume suited him?

Well, you'll be smelling perfumes similar to this then.

Brands realized that he likes whatever you liked on him,

and that's why they have started convincing YOU.

"These clothes would look amazing on Vil!"

"No these will!"

Anyways.

He holds your compliments dear, and your complaints or minor issues closer.

He knows that you know him better than he knows himself, that's why he trusts you.

He also loves your random compliments.

He would be doing his normal routine and suddenly his heart skips a beat at your sudden compliment

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"You are the most beautiful being I have laid eyes upon."

Your lover, who was busy doing his skincare routine was caught off guard.

You can see his eyes widen on the reflection in surprise.

You can see in the reflection multiple emotions pass through his face, surprise, disbelief, and happiness.

Adding the final touches to his skincare, he turns to you with love in his eyes and with the gentlest and in-love tone said.

"I should be saying that to you..."

IDIA SHROUD

He was definitely handsome.

But he never believed you whenever you said it.

Him?

He never leaves his room and...showering?

what is that??

(He started regularly showering after you started making his room your room-)

He would never admit it but he always feels happy whenever you compliment his looks.

Early in the relationship, whenever you compliment him he stutters, doesn't make eye contact with you, and attempts to hide his face in his hair.

He remembers each and every compliment as well!

But, when he starts to open up to you and gets more comfortable,

that's when things start to change.

Whenever you compliment him now he grins and says "I know."

You have done miraculous things to his ego.

He has evolved from not believing your compliments to only believing your compliment.

What an improvement.

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Early in the relationship:

"You know, you're handsome now that I look at you."

Glancing at his hair you can see it has betrayed him yet again, as its tips glow red.

He immediately paused the game and turned at you quickly. And with the straightest face told you.

"Check again."

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"I'm checking again and I can say, you're still definitely handsome."

"We need to get you to an eye doctor man..."

But my vision is totally fine?"

"Not if you think I'm handsome!"

You sighed and held his face in your hands. You can see in the corner of your eyes that the tips of his hair start turning red again after it cooled down not too long ago.

His face expressed annoyance but the look in his eyes are screaming to compliment him more. His frowning mouth opened.

"Do you really think I'm handsome?"

"The most handsome gamer I've ever seen."

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Late in the relationship:

"You're so handsome."

"Thanks lol."

"You know maybe I should tone it down with the compliments..."

"NO!?!?!"

authors note: I made this at 4 am.

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apompkwrites · 11 months

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the robotic shroud || idia shroud

masterlist characters: idia & ortho (platonic) genre: angst contains: pov switches, once again probably ooc idia summary: now that his sibling was dead in his hands, idia had to face the cruel reality that he now had two dead siblings. notes: woohoo here to celebrate my new blog photos that i changed to the shroud brothers <33 parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

idia couldn't help but scoop (name)'s body into his shaking arms. maybe it was the small amount of big brother instinct still in his system, but he couldn't help but hold them.

"idia, this is your little sibling," his parents explained, his mother's voice tired and soft. "take good care of them, okay?"

"okay..." idia breathed out his answer, holding the sleeping baby close to his chest.

some promise that was.

"i didn't know there was another me here!" ortho suddenly gasped, having followed idia down to the cell.

"...another you?" idia muttered under his breath. he turned, (name)'s body still cradled in his arms, to look back over at ortho, who was now floating in front of...

well, ortho.

staring at the robot, identified as ortho shroud by your system, in front of you was... interesting, to say the least. he stared back at you with wide eyes that almost seemed to sparkle like stars. the lower half of his face was similar to yours, albeit a lot cleaner.

from what you could feel, the lower half of your face was seemingly tossed together as if it were an afterthought. much like the rest of your limbs, it was glued together with blot, but it was noticeably messier than your body. blot dripped from the gaps in between your face, falling to the ground into little puddles.

the robot in front of you seemed to be properly built, complete with a significant lack of blot holding him together.

"i didn't know there was another prototype of myself, brother," the robot seemed to grin, looking over at idia shroud. he stood with your creator in his arms, staring at you with wide eyes, ones that didn't sparkle like ortho's did.

"there... there isn't," he muttered, a little gasp escaping his lips when his eyes wandered to the screen beside you. "no... no, you didn't..."

you glanced back over at the screen containing his blueprints, the erasure paused at 75 percent. a few remnants of the blueprints remained, most notably the notes containing the innermost parts of your body.

idia shuffled closer to you, his eyes still trained on the remaining blueprints. he didn't push you away, surprisingly. instead, he stood beside you, reading over the notes still on the screen.

"(name)," he called out to you, turning to face you with horror in his eyes. "but... you look like..."

"oh, i can explain that!" you chirped, immediately turning to face both ortho and idia. "see, my creator isn't very good at designs. and since they had limited supplies to start with--"

"they made you look like ortho," idia heaves, his stomach practically dropping to his feet.

"exactly!" you beamed, the blot dripping faster from your face. "my creator is proficient in spiritual and biological studies, but not so much technological."

"spiritual... biological..." idia echoes your words before his head whips back towards your creator's desk. still cradling their body, this time with one arm, he sorts through the various papers and equipment on the table.

"please be careful!" you pleaded, catching a few vials and jars that began to fall from idia's search.

"their research," idia huffed, adjusting his hold on your creator's body. "they had to have done research to make... you, right? where is it?"

"ah, i'm afraid they've been destroyed," you explained, unbothered by the horror that formed on idia's face. "that was part of my first objective, after all!"

idia felt sick. so sick that he barely even registered the rest of what (name)'s rendition of ortho had to say. it was as if all of the blot that his family's organization had been accumulating was transferred to him all at once.

no, there was no way. there was no way that their story ended here. this couldn't be it...

"what do you mean they've been destroyed?" idia mutters.

"well, the blot creatures ate them!" the horrid creation answered. and that answer seemed to be the last straw for idia.

he couldn't do anything except cradle his precious little sibling close in his arms.

was his life just a neverending nightmare, now? first, he lost his youngest brother and had to recreate him with his own two hands. then, he lost his younger sibling, faced with the horrid creation that would now become their legacy.

were they lonely in their final moments? what possessed them to do this? what made them research whatever they did and destroy it when their creation woke up?

idia couldn't help but wonder about all the branching paths in his life.

and why was his life set on the worst possible one?

ortho and ortho(?) stared at each other for a moment. it was surreal, at least for ortho it was. he wasn't entirely sure if it was as surreal for ortho(?) as it was for him, though.

he's always been so fascinated with this world, having been confined to S.T.Y.X. and nowhere else. sure, he knows about the outside world and most of its intricacies because of his access to both the security cameras and the internet, but he's never experienced it before.

but this experience, he was sure, would be the most important one in his memory bank.

he was sure idia viewed this creation as an abomination, what with his groveling and sobbing a few feet away as he cradle a body close to his chest. but ortho... there was a morbid fascination with his doppelganger, a curiosity about its entire existence.

it dripped with blot, the black substance hidden beneath its mechanical parts like super glue. the ball joints that made up its elbows and knees were janky at best, one pair a bit too big, preventing fully fluid movement in the legs, and the other a bit too small, allowing for an impossibly wide range of motion that would eventually cause their arms to fall off.

but what caught ortho's eye the most was the fact that the fire flickering from their chest as too big for its body. it was as if the flame was trying to escape the confines of the socket, flickering brightly and harshly.

it was as if the body was not a proper vessel for its soul.

ortho felt a strange... tug in his soul as well, though. it was as if there was something connecting their fires together, a familiar bond he only shared with idia, or so he thought.

as if running on autopilot, ortho reached out to his doppelganger.

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axica-cattleya · 1 year

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idia

I didn’t think i was gonna render this lol

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yourdarlingness · 4 months

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　Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland) retrospring layouts

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thecoolsquirrel · 1 year

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Hypothetically if I happened to be sent to Twisted Wonderland I would not join a club but I do think some of them are cool!

BONUS:

When I was looking at all the clubs the boys^tm where in, I seen that Jack doesn't like green onions??????

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stupiddumbass19 · 7 months

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Her songs make me live

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst meme #idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia shroud #twst idia shroud #idia shroud x yuu #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x y/n

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mxdarling · 4 days

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[“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” / “you’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: idia bought a new multiplayer game, and he wants to play it with his player one, you.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 2.3k (2334)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/Inspiration: playlist

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] JDJDKD MORE IDIA CONTENT WOOHOOO this was supposed to be his belated birthday gift from me but uhh cough cough writer block hit me like a bitch soo.. didn't finish before new years, and it's now like- 4 months late??? anyways, thank you anon for requesting idia with dialogue #3 and #7!! my last yandere idia work had him a little creepy so i made him cute this time loll i hope it's to your satisfaction anon!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, more fluff than yandere, established relationship, reader is a gamer, cuddling, kisses, reader is ticklish, poor explanation of game mechanics, mentions of fear for judgement, reader is portrayed as a crybaby, one paragraph mentions idia being a creep, game is a rip-off of minecraft (fantasy version), toxic teammates.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. i don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. if you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, i am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

IDIA SHROUD seemed to be in a good mood today, at least according to what you've seen so far. probably because his latest purchase is the cause of his being in such an upbeat mood. not that you're complaining; it was rather cute seeing him all excited and giddy when he found a new game to play. it's like a whole new, different side of him comes out whenever he starts to ramble about the features of the game and why he should absolutely play it right now. of course, as his player one, you're automatically going to be the first person he's going to play with. not that you mind, really. playing with idia was always a fun experience; it reminded you a lot of how you would spend your free time back in your world.

(those days of laziness, those days of unproductivity where you did nothing but lay down on your bed and do nothing—no school work to do, no club activities to do, no studying for an upcoming exam—just pure idleness. then when you're bored, you could just use your phone, PC, or iPad to entertain you as the day goes by, playing nonstop until late hours in the evening. god, you miss those days.)

you often wondered what genre of video games this new world had to offer. you knew that it wouldn't be so different from your own world, but you weren't sure just how many of your friends were affiliated with gaming entertainment. out of fear that judgement would be placed upon you if you shared this interest of yours, your love for video games has been hidden—so to find someone else (with that someone else being idia) that likes video games and is very well versed in them is a dream come true. it was a long process to get him to play with you, let alone consider you a friend and not try to avoid you every 2 seconds—still, it was a feat you were proud of because now you get to experience many, many different sides of idia that you would have never known 9 months ago.

(you once heard idia curse like at least twenty times in one breathe when one of his teammates was being shitty and a prick, he sounded so angry and scary that you backed into a corner to avoid getting burnt by his scorching, bright red hair that grew the more angrier he got. the only reason he stopped was when he heard quiet sobs in the corner of his room and turned around away from his computer to see you huddled in the corner of his room. quickly he went over there, completely abandoning his game and comforting you. he hates seeing his cute prefect cry, especially because of him, he's not the great at comforting but when he hugged you so tightly, your quiet sobs turned into silence. right then and there he swore to never be the reason you're crying and when you do, he'll be right there with you.)

you are currently cross-sitting in his very comfy bed, watching as idia set up two controllers and plugged in the PCs to turn them on (you're still surprised he's got more than 2 PCs, which, if you really think about it, his family background makes it make sense). after waiting for the PCs to turn on, he then connects the controllers to the PCs and opens up the game on both screens. you would insist on helping him set up, but due to you literally being isekai'd into this unknown world of twisted wonderland, you aren't too familiar with many things besides the whole magic stuff—plus, you aren't too keen on breaking any of idia's stuff because of your lack of knowledge on how to do technology.

(technology in general is so extremely confusing, you would argue wholeheartedly all day and all night, and idia would agree with you and low-key flex on how knowledgeable he is in the field of technology, just to impress you and show how reliable he is. secretly, he likes it when he's useful to you.)

"sorry! it took a while to set up..." in slightly shaking hands, he hands over the controller to you while holding the other in his free hand. he looked rather nervous when he faced you to give the controller, like he's worried he wasted your time waiting for him. it reminded you of a puppy looking up to its owner apologetically when they did something wrong, so cute, you thought, adorable even, you added.

"haha! it's okay! you didn't take that long anyway." you gave him a reassuring look, a soft smile, and bright eyes, showing him that you weren't bothered by having to wait a bit as he set up for you two to play.

both screens show the in-game loading screen, and the bar quickly fills up due to the fast internet speed (one you're quite envious of). slowly it fades to the starting screen, where a big text is bouncing 'tap to start' in both of your faces. Idia presses to start immediately, wanting to get into gameplay as fast as he can while you take a moment to admire the visual aspects and effects of the game in silent awe. you always had a thing for the visual stuff that was shown in-game. by slowly pressing the button on your control, you enter the game and begin a fantastical journey with idia.

“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” he says worriedly as he watches you damage your avatar's HP bar this early in gameplay. usually he gets really annoyed when he plays with noobs and normies; they stink at comprehending basic knowledge, do dumb things in-game, ask too many questions, and ruin the whole gameplay experience for him. 'ugh, how annoying.' is his usual reaction to such—of course he wouldn't think of that towards you! never ever would he ever think this way towards you; even if you do things noobs and normies usually do, he can't bring himself to be annoyed—you were too cute in his eyes. he would never admit this to your face, though, and he still gets red just at the thought of him thinking you are cute. It's true though; don't get him wrong, but... the embarrassment that comes with thinking about these thoughts is just too much for his poor little heart! honestly, he's for sure that one day you'll be the death of him, does he care though? not really; in fact, he would probably love that.

(he blushes so hard whenever he thinks of you in his clothes; it's the way your natural scent clings onto his shirts, the way his shirts made you even cuter than you already are—one of the only reasons he doesn't wash his clothes immediately because he wants to savor your smell to memory. he's a creep, yes, but he's one devoted creep.)

"whoops! sorry didn't see that, haha..." nervously laughing at your mistake, you eat whatever consumable you have in your inventory to try and restore as much health as you lost. as your avatar munches on the food in its hand, from the corner of your screen, you can see idia's avatar walking towards you. once it's near enough to your avatar, you can see the animation of a bunch of items being dropped and your inventory picking up due to the proximity between the items and your avatar. you opened your inventory, curious about what he just gave you since it looked like quite a lot of items, and confused about why he was giving you so many items in the first place. your eyes widen in shock as the items he's given you are one stack of steak, every weapon in-game (sword, axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe), but in steel, and a full set of steel armor.

your mouth continues to gape open as you put on the armor set on your avatar. how did he get so much stuff this fast? it hasn't even been an hour yet! "where.. did you get so much stuff!?" you ask naively, following idia around as you don't want to get lost, die, and lose all your stuff. "stole half of those from villages, some from mining, and a few from trading" he says so casually as he continues to walk in an unknown direction, like this was a regular thing for him, not to mention this was a hard difficulty! he's playing this game like it's not easy mode! "could've gotten more if it weren't for those stingy mobs..." furrowing his eyebrows, he let out a small huff of frustration, pressing slightly harder on the buttons on his controller, not noticing how your mouth dropped down even further at his passing comment. as she presses on, walking in an unknown direction, you're hit with the hundredth reminder that he's on a whole other level than you when it comes to gaming.

three hours in, and you guys decided to play on public servers, where you'll get to play different game modes other than the usual story and survival modes. once the two of you picked a game to play, the room quickly filled with laughter, shouting, incoherent grumbling, screams of terror, and many more in between. you two decided to save a team game as last since idia wasn't enthusiastic about playing together with other players because he just wanted to play with you, and there was an underlying fear that you would encounter toxic teammates. but since you were practically begging him to just try it at least once, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

it was fun, he supposed. it wasn't as annoying or infuriating as he thought it would be, but he still had to keep up not making really snarky remarks when certain players were interacting with you. he'd hate to have you see such a mean, ugly, and disgusting side of him. other than that, it was an okay experience. he thinks it would've been better if it was just him and you on a team; wouldn't it be kind of romantic? you and him against everyone else?

then what he feared most would happen actually happened. suddenly some fucking jerk is screaming insults at you for not being good enough, and before that teammate got two more words in, he exploded on them. curses upon curses spit out his mouth in rapid speed, and the voices of that said teammate slowly but surely die down as their ego and pride go down with them. in the midst of anger and chaos between him and the teammate, you could feel tears building up inside you; everything around you started to blur, and the sounds that filled your ears were starting to get tuned out. you couldn't even hear that idia stopped screaming curses, turned off both PCs, and went to take the controller from your hand, lift you up into his lap, and slowly wrap his arms around you.

once he had you fully in his grasp, he tightened his grip, making sure not to let you get away from him. he wasn't good at words, especially when trying to comfort someone, but seeing you cry was making him cry too. he did, after all, swear to always be with you when you cry. raising one of his hands, he placed it at the back of your head and gently pushed towards his neck. then his hand went down to rub your back, up and down, up and down, at a slow pace. letting you cry it all out in peace while also letting you know he's there with you.

a few minutes have passed, and your sobs have gone silent. your eyes have become droopy and sleepy, and it feels almost impossible to keep them open. suddenly, a hand lifts your chin, and you feel a pair of lips come into contact with your forehead. it wasn't like a quick kiss; no, the kiss lasted for at least a few seconds before pulling away. even then, upon pulling away, you feel another kiss on your cheek, this time a little quicker than the forehead kiss. then another kiss on your other cheek, then another on your nose, another on your jawline, another on your earlobes, and finally, his lips hovered over your own lips.

you could feel the hesitation when he let out a nervous breath; the thought of your lips on his always sends him into an electrifying and drunken daze. he can't think straight when he's this close to you, but even then, it gives him an unusual feeling of contentment and confidence. the luck he has to be able to snag such an adorable, cute, amazing, and beautiful person like you in his life. he almost can't believe it. swallowing his own nervousness for your comfort, he presses against your soft lips delicately. soon after making physical contact with your lips, he feels a smile form on your face—a small smile, yet it was enough for him. any smile from you is enough for him, because seeing you happy is the best view he could ever lay his eyes on.

feeling out of breath, he's the first to let go but also the first to frown at the loss of touch. i want to stay like this forever, he thought as he watched you emit a giggle after the kiss. fire burns brightly in his heart, and he starts to wonder if you being the death of him will really come true. his cheeks burn that ever-warm red that he knows you've seen many, many times before, but he can't help it. when you pull him into a world through rose-tinted glasses, no way could he be immune to such an effect.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile."

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veuvs · 1 month

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᡣ𐭩

#idia shroud #idia #twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland fanart #twst #twisted wonderland #old art lol #bunny suit #twst idia #anime art #disney twst #twisted wonderland idia shroud #might redraw this haha

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ocean-candy-fish · 1 year

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I almost forgot to post this here--

But...

Idia Shroud Sketches... The rare once-in-a-blue-moon special Idia event Drawing Sketch is here... 🥰🦈

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland idia shroud #idia shroud #twst ignihyde #ignihyde #ignihyde dorm #ignihyde dorm leader #twst shroud #twst shroud brothers #twstプラス #twst #twstファンアート #watchman of the underworld #I literally never get to draw Idia cause I simp too hard--#the fates are truly kind to me if I can draw Idia without freaking out #idia my beloved #ortho my beloved #btw I freaking love Monster Energy

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angelhairpastawithherbs · 8 months

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Imagine getting this for his birthday 💀 Blue fire and everything, it's made for him

(unofficial idia merch when) @rayisalive @silvers-numberonefan

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twistedblunderhand · 2 months

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So like… Idia is a demigod right?? Or like.. a 1/16th god? It’s canonical he’s related to a god. And no one like… mentions it???? We’re just cool with him and ortho being deities and no one is gonna mention that?

I bet with being part god they have some level of strength/resilience most humans don’t. Like, not on the level as Lilia or Malleus, but they’re stronger than you’d think

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #twst idia shroud #idia shroud headcanons #idia shroud hcs #twisted wonderland idia shroud #idia headcanons #ortho shroud twst #ortho shroud hcs #twisted wonderland ortho shroud #twst ortho #ortho shroud #ortho

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apompkwrites · 1 year

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the shroud experiments: results and findings || idia shroud

masterlist characters: idia & ortho (platonic) genre: angst contains: idia pov!!! (for the most part), probably ooc idia? never fully written for him before, death, unhealthy coping, mourning, self-hate, reader is described as thinner than before once (not indicative of weight/body size), blot creatures :DD summary: idia shroud, more than anything, wanted to be a good brother. oh, how far he was from being one. notes: i already apologized to y'all so no apology here :) nothing bad ever happens to the shrouds! /ref. anyway, can you believe that idia was the character i started with? look at how i treat my boy parts: [og post] | [the unwanted shroud (1)] | [the shroud experiments: pre-test (2)] | [the shroud experiments: testing (3)] | [the shroud experiments: results and findings (4)] | [the robotic shroud (5)]

idia loved his siblings with all of his mind, body, and soul.

there was the baby of the family, ortho. he remembered when he was brought home like it was yesterday. he wasn't a quiet child, but he didn't cry either. in fact, he giggled. he laughed and laughed, tugging at idia's hair and letting out more giggles as little sparks of fire flew at him.

and then there was (name), idia's first younger sibling. much like ortho, he could remember when they were brought home. they didn't laugh like ortho, but they didn't cry. when idia's parents first brought them home, bundled up in a plush blue blanket, they were sound asleep. they offered (name) over to idia, who, upon slowly taking his younger sibling into his arms, felt a rush of euphoria as they nuzzled into his hold.

that was the moment when idia found his purpose. his true calling in life. to live for them.

so when the incident happened... a part of him died alongside ortho. he remembered when his parents told him the news, ortho's body covered by a blanket just a few feet away. that was the last time idia left his room. he didn't dare leave, afraid of the little reminders of what was left of ortho.

he kept himself occupied, working day and night until he perfected ortho's reincarnation. no, not reincarnation. he could never compare the real ortho to his creation.

all idia cared for now was coping. he knew that his parents would not take care of him. they made that obvious the day after ortho's death. they dared not to check up on him, not even a knock on the door to confirm he was even still alive. radio silence from the both of them was what idia received, and soon it became what he expected of them.

he didn't mind that now, of course. there was no use trying to change his parents when their pride and joy was dead and buried six feet under the ground. he knew that the moment ortho died, all of their love for him and (name) died alongside him.

there were days when idia wondered how (name) was handling this. if he was destroyed over the news, he couldn't even imagine what it was like for them.

he remembered his parents chastising them when revealing ortho's death to idia. they would ramble on to each other under their breaths as if idia couldn't hear them. that was what stopped idia from asking about them.

he wanted to. he wanted to know what happened to (name) so badly because he couldn't stand the thought of losing both of his siblings in a single night. but before their name could even escape his trembling lips, he heard them.

"that wretched child" was what they called his lovely little sibling. they spit out the title like poison, describing the little baby that idia remembered holding in his arms that day, their chubby face hiding in his chest and their little hand grasping at his shirt.

that was when idia, in his overstimulated and grief-stricken mind, decided that he did not want to associate with them for the unforeseeable future. he couldn't stand talking to them when all he could think about was how they lost the baby and despised the other.

he felt bad, of course, for leaving (name) alone with them. but, at his age, there wasn't much he could do. at least, that's what he told himself.

he was just glad that, from what he saw on the cameras, they weren't being mistreated by them. in fact...

he never saw them leave their room at all.

they really were related, their habits coinciding almost identically. honestly, idia was surprised that their parents let them stay in their room. it wasn't like they had less power over them than they did idia, right? sure, he was meant to take over the organization when he was older, so they would naturally feel less obligated to take care of him.

(that was the reason they were so separated from him, right?)

but (name), as much as he loved them and meant it in the most positive and even envy-filled way possible, didn't amount to anything in terms of the organization. so why would they not be more hands-on in terms of parenting with them?

why were they mourning alone?

sometimes it would hit idia that maybe, just maybe, he should leave his room. not to interact with anyone else except for his little sibling. not once did he see them nor get to ask them how they were coping with the loss of ortho. and when those moments happened, idia would beat himself up over it.

what kind of older brother was he? what kind of older brother lets their little sibling wallow in the pain and trauma of watching their youngest brother die in front of them? what kind of older brother hides away in his room and lets them surround themselves in reminders of what had happened?

a lousy, sorry excuse for a brother, that's what.

he never did act on those innermost desires to leave his room. he never did act on those desires to comfort his little sibling.

and he hated himself for it. he couldn't do it and he hated himself.

what a worthless brother he turned out to be.

“idia! someone was in the hallway!”

ortho was the only one allowed in his room. maybe it was because idia didn't have the heart to tell him no. so it wasn't unusual for ortho to barge in, ranting on and on about something that happened outside his room.

"yeah? what'd they want?" idia was very quick to dismiss the idea of a staff member lingering in the halls, his attention settled on the gacha screen in front of him.

"huh? oh, nothing," ortho merely shrugged in response, fixing idia's room and picking up trash that had missed the trashcan. "it wasn't one of the staff."

now that got his attention. no one was supposed to be on this floor other than staff because idia sure as hell knew that his parents were not home. they never were so if it wasn't staff then...

"wait, who was outside, then?" idia had never moved as fast as he did just then, whirling around in his chair to face ortho. the sudden movement seemed to startle him as he stopped in his tracks, his hands still clutching a wrapper that had been on the floor.

"i didn't recognize them," ortho explained, dropping the wrapper in the trashcan. "that's why i came to tell you!"

"no way... there's no way," was all idia could mutter as he scrambled to close out the game and turn on the security cameras.

there was only one person that idia was sure ortho would not immediately recognize.

and when he scrubbed through the footage, idia's hypothesis was proven right. there, in the halls, just outside his room, was (name). for two years, he hadn't caught a glimpse of them outside their bedroom, let alone in the hallway. and yet, there they were!

and they were... oh gods, what had happened to them in those two years?

they were thinner than he remembered them being. did they eat enough? but that wasn't the worst of it. no, what was the worst was the fact that their body was trailing with blot.

it dripped from their clothes, most likely from the blot-covered body parts that were hidden underneath their baggy clothes. and because of that, they served as the only clue that someone had been down those halls.

idia didn't have to think twice about leaving his room the moment he saw (name) leaving their room. the urge to see his little sibling again after two years was overwhelming and much more convincing than the thoughts and feelings forcing idia inside his room.

even ortho was surprised to see how quickly idia opened the door.

what idia didn't expect to see when he followed the blot droplets was the fact that they led to the lower levels containing the blot monsters. what business did (name) have there?

a sudden sense of dread filled him the moment he stepped into the hall, the clamoring and wailing of the blot monsters sending a chill down his spine. even if he had seen them before, it took a bit for him to get used to them.

as he followed the droplets on the ground, he couldn't help but wonder... was this where (name) had been for the past two years? he hadn't seen them leave their room so maybe... maybe they weren't even in their room.

all he could think about now was apologies. he wanted so badly to apologize to them, beg for their forgiveness for leaving them for so long. for letting things get this bad. for making them mourn alone for so long.

for being the worst brother imaginable.

and that thought only echoed the moment his eyes landed on them. there they lay as if frozen in time. they didn't move at all, eerily similar to when they were first brought home.

except, they weren't even breathing. a faint flatline was all idia heard, cementing the fact that (name), his precious little sibling, the only one that was alive after the incident.

was dead.

soul transfer complete were the words that occupied your vision. soon, something popped up under it like a dropdown menu.

first objective: erase all research on soul transference and idia shroud's stolen blueprints.

it seemed as if there were more objectives, ones that would only unlock once you completed the first one. alongside them were little notes about your surroundings, most notably the blot creatures that were apparently rooming a few cells down. with that thought in mind, you got to work.

the notes were of higher priority, explaining why your creator listed it first in the two things that needed to be erased. the main issue was that they were in a notebook, material goods that needed to be destroyed without any trace of it so as to not be repaired through magic.

and so, the quickest way to ensure that they were left undiscovered was to give them to the blot creatures. the ones that, according to your creator, had an appetite for anything thrown in their cell.

and what better creature to give extra food to than the one that seemed to occupy its cell more than the rest? the little guide left behind by your creator came in handy as it pinpointed the exact cell that it was in.

what you didn't account for was the fact that it didn't take too kindly to you. maybe it was your appearance...

but, despite its unwelcoming aura, it gladly accepted the offering with no hesitation, gobbling up the notebook like it was nothing but a pill.

first objective: erase all research on soul transference and idia shroud's stolen blueprints.

the final remaining research resided in the screens that surrounded you in your creator's room. you were quick to erase the data, trying your best to ensure that no trace of it remained. what you, nor your creator, accounted for was them.

"no..." was all idia shroud could utter, his eyes first landing on your creator's abandoned body.

first objective: erase all research on soul transference and idia shroud's stolen blueprints - 75% complete

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