Ace's Backstory

Monster: Ghost Word Count: ~1.7K

Relationships Mentioned: Older Brother, (Jack Heart-Trappola, as mentioned in my other headcanons), Father, Mother, unknown adult ab*ser/kidn*pper

TW: Abduction, child ab*se, death, shitty father, implied gambling issues, memory issues, etc. read at your own risk. (<- starts under the cut) -----------------------------------------------------------------------

"I'm gonna beat you home!" Jack scrambled down the stairs of the bus, pausing for a moment to turn around and make sure his little brother didn't fall down the stairs in his excitement to race. Despite his teasing, he was planning on letting Ace pull ahead of him at the last second, his tiny hand securely in his as he tried to rush out of the bus, panting slightly.

"No! No I'm gonna beat you cuz I got your fast shoes from two years ago! 'm gonna beat you!" Giggles spilled from Ace as he raised his foot slightly to show off his hand-me-downs proudly before racing down the sidewalk towards home. His backpack bounced against his back erratically, loose and too big on him, but it didn't matter. Afterall, he was five years old today. And that meant mama would be waiting with fresh cherry pie, and he would get to have the first slice.

Jack counted to five, making sure to say all his "Mississippi's" carefully before bolting to catch up to his little brother, give him a smug smile, and ruffle his fluffy red hair. "Ooooh I don't know if you can beat me yet! Maybe when you're six!" He laughed softly, running ahead just a little as his brother grumbled at him.

"Jaaaaack it's my birthday!! You gotta let me win on my birthday!!!" Ace whined at him, his steps slowing to a sulky walk. If nothing else, showing up at home sad and a little late would let him get his brother in trouble. That, at the very least, would be satisfying. He could hear his big brother snicker as he rounded the corner towards home, the neighbour's hedge hiding him from sight, but not from earshot. He looked down, pouting and trudging, knowing there was no way to beat his big brother now.

He heard the rumble of an engine behind him, but thought nothing of it. One of the neighbour's was likely just parking, or slowing down for the stop sign. If they wanted to ask why he looked so sad, maybe he could get a little treat out of it. Nothing prepared him for the yank he felt on his backpack, making him stumble backwards. He yelped, but the sound was cut off by a large, black, gloved hand covering his mouth as he was pulled into the van. He could feel his heart racing, struggling in the strange mans grip and biting him to call out for his brother. "JACK!"

The van picked up speed as the doors slammed shut, and the man that had been holding him around his waist dropped him onto the cold metal floor. Ace fought to stand back up, tears streaming down his face. "LET ME GO HOME, LET ME G-"

He was quickly silenced with a strong slap from the man who had grabbed him. He recoiled and gasped, his hands coming up to cradle his face as he sobbed and stumbled back until he fell back on his bum.

"I wanna go b-back to mama-" He sobbed and curled up, rocking with the motion of the van.

"Stop crying, that's enough of that shit. I'll shut you up on my own if you don't."

Ace couldn't even register what was being said to him, gasping for air and coughing until he was near dry heaving. He barely registered as the man stood up again, and came closer to him. Through tear-blurred vision he didn't see the mans hand reaching for him again, this time for his hair. His chest hurt from the gasping, the crying, but being lifted up was the last thing he remembered.

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"This.........ola's son."

".......think.......go through.....?"

"Shouldn't have.......indebted to..."

Snippets of a conversation were barely audible to him, and honestly, they made no sense anyways. He slowly sat up, his head pounding. He sniffled and his bottom lip quivered, flopping back down in defeat, whining softly before tears started to stream again, down the bridge of his nose and onto the filthy linoleum floor he was laying down on. He tried to bring his hand up to rub his eye, but struggled against some sort of bind behind his back. He didn't know what it was, and didn't really care. Everything hurt so bad. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it all, but sobs soon shook his tiny body, trying to keep them quiet in hopes whoever was in the other room would ignore him.

In a room away from him, he could hear the man's voice again.

".....Call you back....collect payment...."

Ace screwed his eyes shut as he heard heavy footsteps lumber into the room he was in, whimpering. He could feel the floor bend under the weight of whoever was in front of him, The mans shadow loomed over him, terrifying Ace as he curled up more and harsh sobs escaped him. He pushed his face into the floor, not wanting to look up. He felt the mans weight shift as he crouched down, screwing his eyes shut and whimpering in anticipation of what might come next.

He wasn't expecting a semi-familiar voice to speak to him gently, calloused and practiced hands undoing the binds on his wrists and ankles.

"Hey kiddo. You remember me, right? Let's getchya more comfortable, ok? You can cry, it's ok kiddo."

Ace looked up in surprise, then relieved sobs escaped him as he reached up to the man, after his binds were undone, that he recognized as one of his dads friends, seeking comfort. While he hated it when dads friends were in his home, any familiar face was a welcome one here. Effortlessly, his tired and trembling body was lifted from the ground and enveloped in a warm hug, a large hand ruffling his hair gently. Soft affirmations were uttered as the man rubbed his back softly, rocking with him side to side in an attempt to calm him down. Ace buried his face into the crook of the mans neck, his arms wrapped weakly around him as he sobbed. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol had never been more comforting. Between hiccup-y sniffles and sobs Ace managed a very strained and exhausted sounding, "I w-wanna go home", as he snuggled into the man more, caring less and less about the circumstances now that someone he knew was holding him; someone who knew where he lived, who could take him home in their big fancy car, and he could go back and just snuggle with mama until everything felt better. He relaxed into the man more, sleep starting to set in as the adrenaline and fear started to fade along with his tears. He somewhat registered the change from room to room as the man stepped down into a noticeably colder area, shutting the door behind him with a slam and making Ace flinch and sit up slightly. The man reached for a switch next to the door, and a dim light flickered to life, illuminating the space.

Ace took in the space as the man stepped down two more stairs. The entire room was made of cement, a crude window with steel bars giving the room the slightest bit more light, and the only real sight of colour as grass poked through. There was a mattress in one corner of the room, slightly discoloured, but still, technically, usable. In one corner, there was a chest of sorts, that appeared to have a lock on it, and beside it were two dog bowls. In the other, there looked to be a pile of slightly rusty chains. The room itself was not very spacious, especially with the twin sized mattress taking up most of the room. Ace noted a camera in the ceiling corner, and found himself clinging to the man a little more, squirming uncomfortably. "You're papa's friend r-right?.....so you're gonna take me home?" He looked up at the man pleadingly, gripping onto his shirt, the fear of being left in the strange room starting to gnaw at him. "Y-you just forgot something in here and have to get it....right?" he felt tears building up again in anxiety as he started to tremble. "....r-right?" Without speaking, the man untangled Ace's hands from his shirt gently, giving him no reason to try and fight him until he realized that both of his little hands were completely engulfed in the man's one. It wasn't until the man moved to set Ace down on the mattress that the tears started to flow again, but the man used his free hand to pat Ace's head. "None of this is your fault kiddo. Y'can blame your old man for this one. He fucked up big time, even got a warning too. So now I'll get what he owes....through you." He chuckled darkly, squeezing Ace's cheeks gently a few times. "And I can't wait for payment to start."

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Eleven years.

It took. Eleven years. Before the Reaper seemed to decide that life wasn't going to get any better, so he may as well finally grant him the mercy of death.

Eleven years of torture. Of pain and suffering that wasn't meant for him to bear.

It was just all so unfair. And none of it ever truly made sense to him. Which was why, when the Reaper finally came, and he learned that the transition to death may erase much of his life's memories, he shut them up and told them to proceed. Life was far too painful to remember. Nothing really worth remembering anyways. What had transpired would be enough to keep a new, different form "alive". He had been hesitant at first, but he soon learned just how much better "life" was this way.

For the first time in eleven years, he went outside. He saw other people. He didn't feel hungry, or cold. He couldn't feel pain. He could finally laugh about something.

And while part of him wished he could do more, like feel warmth, or taste something delicious, being able to forget and move on from life was better than any other sort of gift he'd ever been given.

He was free. ------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Hiya, if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading! (I promise not all of them are this sad).

Woah Gidell!!!!

if it wasnt obvious I gave up on twsttober due to mental health but hey we're back at drawing

I remember I wanted to do TWSTtober but my bitch ass can even have the motivation to draw everyday LMAOOO

For the Twsttober does it matter if we use the actual characters or our ocs for the entirety of the challenge?

Hi!✨

It doesn't matter if you want to use the original characters from the game or your oc! Just have fun!

I hope I have answered your question!💖

Sorry for the bad English uwu

Divus' Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Shapeshifter Word Count: ~ 0.4K Relationships Mentioned: Lady Crewel/Divus mom, an attendant, Mitsy the dog TW: Lady Crewel dehumanizes her son, he pretty much embraces it ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Darling! My love, where are you?" Lady Crewel's voice rang out, slurring her words slightly as she swirled the bottle of red wine in her hand. "Mitsy! Mitsy darling, come to mama! Ohh come to mama sweetheart, aren't you just adorable!"

Lady Crewel bent down to greet her tiny white pouch puppy, taking what care she could in her state to not spill the wine on the dog as she picked it up and nuzzled into it, kissing it's forehead repeatedly. Her lipstick stains negated her efforts in not wasting her wine, but went unnoticed as she hugged the dog to her and petted its ears down as she addressed one of her assistants. "I have a meeting in half an hour. Ensure that my precious doll is dressed and ready to show off the new line I'm dropping in a few hours." "Ma'am, with all due respect, Divus has asked you on several occasions to not refer to him th-" "HALF AN HOUR, HE BEST BE DRESSED BY THEN!" The attendant flinched slightly and watched as the tipsy woman walked away, going on about her meeting to some capacity. ------------------------------------------ It wasn't until she was in that blasted meeting that the little dog managed to squirm away from her, transforming silently to slip out of the conference room and into the hall. Divus sighed softly and tried to pull himself together. After all, he was meant to be a doll for his mother. A toy she could dress up and mess around with as she pleased, and discard him when her fun was over. He knew full well part of it was her trying to cope with the freak that was her son- he was no human, and nobody around him seemed to be even remotely like him. She had made it very clear very early he wasn't to transform in front of anyone. Which was why replacing her beloved pet seemed to be the only way he could hear the praise he needed to hear from her to have the motivation to carry on for another day under her red bottomed heels. He just needed to make it until sixteen. Then he could leave. For now though, he would head to his bedroom and get dressed and prepped and all dolled up so as not to throw his mother into another one of her fits. In due time, he would find a way to get even. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

School has been kicking my goddamn ass and Crewel was being a bitch to write for. But I Wrote It. if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here.

TWST Monster AU - Basic Worldbuilding

Yeah so all of October I hope to put out Monster AU stuff, hope you enjoy as much as I do! Word Count: 1.5K exactlyyyyyy (there is a TL;DR for the bulky stuff dw)

THE REALMS Preamble: The realms are separated into four groups; the Human Realm, "The In-Between", the Monster Realm, and the Spectral Realm. In the modern world, it's a movement that has been trying to pick up popularity for over more than a few decades to try and reunite monsters and humans and allow them to live together in peace. However, due to the lack of accommodations for monsters, poachers and monster hunters, and poor stereotyping on both sides, it has been slow. As of right now, a monster who would like to enter the Human Realm has to cross "The In-Between". If they make it to the other side, they are greeted by one human guard and one monster guard and given a 72 hour pass into the human realm. For three days, they are free to roam the human realm so long as they do not cause harm of any kind to a human or domesticated animal. They are not to hunt in broad daylight, or if they must, it cannot be within the bounds of the city, (name TBD, but its similar to NYC in my brain), the portal from "The In-Between" opens up to. If they are caught hunting or causing visible or obvious harm to protected individuals, it is approved for humans to use lethal force to protect their fellow man. (Is it exactly fair? Absolutely not, but y'know neither is the law IRL lmao). They must show their license to police upon being asked, but they are not obligated to show anyone else. They must be back at the portal before their 72 hours is up, otherwise they are in the human realm illegally, and may be detained, sedated, or killed. Most monsters have a human-passing form that allows them to visit fairly unbothered most of the time in any case, and those who don't have the option to buy a potion that upon ingestion, will create the illusion of a human body, at least optically, but not in regards to any other senses. All other potions, hexed and cursed items, charms, and other tools that can be used to harm or even prank humans is to be left at the portal and will be returned (upon asking) at the end of their stay. A human that would like to enter the Monster Realm must cross "The In Between" and meet with a similar set of guards on the other side of the portal that opens into Sage Island. They are granted a 72 hour pass as well. For three days, they are not allowed to be messed with by the monsters, however provoking a monster and receiving a non-violent but threatening reaction is their own fault. If they are disrespectful, act entitled to be there, or manage to sneak weapons past security, the pass no longer gives them immunity and monsters are free to hex, curse, possess or eat the person as they please. Any weapons that humans bring with them across "The In-Between" and left at portal services will be returned, (upon asking), before their departure. If humans are late to return to the portal, they are also welcome to be eaten. There is only one registered doctor in the Monster Realm qualified to help humans, and they are located next to the portal of "The In-Between". In both cases, the visitor is encouraged, but not forced to wear a small body camera provided by portal services to capture and record any potential unjust action taken against them, though it's more heavily forced onto monsters so they cannot try to hide if they have harmed a human in the human realm. If any visitor is found to be guilty of breaking a law in the place they were visiting, it is up to the judicial system in the place where they broke the law to detain and punish as they see fit. The body camera reels are watched by an AI for suspicious activity when they are returned to portal services before the visitor is allowed to go back through "The In-Between", another reason why the visitor must be there before their 72 hours is up. In very rare cases, visitors can apply for residence in the other main realm. Monsters tend to be more tolerant of humans than humans are to them. TL;DR : Tensions are high between humans and monsters, so there are several laws in place that use lethal force upon breaking them in their respective realms.

The Human Realm

As it's likely obvious at this point, the Human Realm is where most humans reside permanently. The Monster Realm

Again, very obvious and to the point, this is where monsters consider home. It's their safe haven. The portal leading to "The In-Between", and by extension, the human realm, is located on Sage Island. With a few of the most prestigious colleges being located there, many young monsters are able to come into contact with human tourists for the first time, and tend to be more open minded and excited to meet their portal neighbours than other monster demographics, but are also more than capable of holding their own. However, should the unimaginable ever happen, humans will at least be contained on an island rather than on the mainland, especially since the portal cannot be moved.

The In-Between

The In - Between refers to the desolate, dusky, flat and seemingly never-ending landscape in between the portals- or more rightfully named, gateways to the Human and Monster Realms. This place is lawless, and almost nothing and nobody lives here on a permanent basis. The only reason for life in the In Between are travelers trying to make it to the other side- and no bounds hunting. Humans don't need a license to hunt monsters here, and monsters are welcome to do as they please with humans. For most humans, the trip across the In Between from portal to portal lasts anywhere from 16 to 28 hours, meaning they often have to make it through the night. This is partially due to the fact that vehicles are not allowed in the In Between. Even as dangerous as it is, there are very few that have chosen to reside here. There is no sun, no moon, no stars, simply a brown, dusty "sky" to match the ground. Sand/dirt storms are not uncommon, but there is no wind. Fissures often split open for no apparent reason and swallow its victims whole. Some conspire that the In Between is a living being itself, trapped in a deep sleep.

The Spectral Realm

Like in game, the Spectral Realm is where ghosts reside. Ghosts are a little bit different from most of the other monsters, as they were human their entire lives. They are the only inhabitants of the Spectral Realm; however they have free range across all other realms. The only potential drawback is that ghosts that are in the Spectral Realm are not able to be perceived by individuals outside of the Spectral Realm in any way shape or form, unless there is high energy in a certain area. Even then, it is minimal contact and tools are needed to get in contact with them. (Such as but not limited to REM pods, flashlights, Ouiji boards, etc. etc.). Some ghosts, often more "recent" ghosts or very powerful, usually negative ghosts have more energy than the spirits in the Spectral Realm. These spirits tend to live in the Monster Realm, as once they choose to cross into the Spectral Realm, or loose their energy, it is difficult to leave again and they are made aware of this by the Reaper. The Spectral Realm has no way of telling time, and is depicted very similarly to in game.

NRC VS RSA

Both Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy are institutions for the most cunning young monsters to hone their skills and become both diplomats and survivalists as their lives as supernatural beings demands of them. Night Raven College specializes in hexes, curses, possessions, and illusion.

Royal Sword Academy specializes in charms, expulsion, and mind manipulation. *The dorms remain the same in regards to what they stand for. OVERBLOTS

Hell yeah they happen Hell no I don't know how I'll figure it out eventually (bc they don't have magestones and they do not OB the way my OC would have in the OG TL) In regards to my OC, the way I've built this AU, demons and angels to any capacity do not exist in this world, so none of the monsters you'll see later on in this TWSTOBER are going to be any sort of nod to that....save for my OC. She was isekai'd from Hell in her timeline. No it's not Obey Me lmao, my brain would simply Die if I did that, she's just a very sheltered demon and if you're interested there will be more on her later this month. Anyways, thank you so much for reading, I hope to see you again soon!

Riddle's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Vampire Word Count: ~1.4K Relationships mentioned: Mother (Dr. Carlotta Rosehearts), Evelyn (Dr. Rosehearts "friend"/veteranarian), Che'nya TW: toxic helicopter mom, "experimental dieting" on a child/malnourishment, She deserves to loose her medical license, dead animal/blood, animal abuse

"How long have you had him on a restricted diet? He's not all that old Carlotta, are you sure it's safe to try something like that on someone so young? Even if you do, it's not a very good testing pool to only have one subject, a proper study would enta-" "It doesn't matter Evelyn. The point is, I cannot keep wasting my time on synthetically making blood for Riddle. He's gotten to the point where I'm finally going have to take the risk of letting him consume animals blood, but I need you to curate the diet for the pigs I plan to use. I've already located a great farmer who said he'll raise and take care of them for me so all I have to do is come by to pick it up. The pigs can't be too fatty, and they cannot have a high glucose diet. In addition-" "Carlotta-" "Do NOT interrupt me Evelyn, that is very unbecoming and rude. Since you had something so important to say, why don't you go on and spit it out."

The younger woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "The diet you've suggested so far for the pigs will result in a terrible quality of life for them, and will likely shorten their life spans by quite a bit....they...if the farmer listens to you they might even....cannibalize each other." She stared down at her clasped hands. Dr. Rosehearts had always been an intense woman, but she had been the woman she needed in order to get the motivation to go to vet school. However, she also somehow felt that Evelyn was eternally indebted to her, and demanded her input and participation on every new idea that struck her, morals be damned. It wasn't even so much her opinion she seeked- Carlotta just wanted someone to tell her she was doing something right. She wasn't even related to Evelyn, but she felt terrified of defying her. She couldn't help but feel bad for the boy who shared a roof with her. She'd only seen him once or twice- he was always in his room sleeping or studying- despite being only about six years old in human years. Dr. Rosehearts just scoffed at the young woman. "I couldn't care less about their quality of life, so long as they don't anything they're not meant to- like each other- and stick to the plan I have for them, then my son should be perfect and set for life so long as he only eats from them for the rest of his life." Evelyn took a steadying breath. "....yes, but if the pigs are ill, chances are your son will fall ill as well." "Well that's where you come in. You'll be nursing them and ensuring they remain as healthy as possible so I don't have to waste my time synthesizing blood." By the time Carlotta had finished her sentence, Evelyn's eyes were on the tiny redhead boy clinging to a blanket and small stuffed animal as he rubbed his eyes. "Synthesizing blood?

Carlotta seemed to freeze up in her seat, her lips pressing into a thin line as she gripped her armrest until her knuckles turned white. Evelyn glanced between her and the boy, unsure really what to do. "Mama, you said I had real blood starting when I was three cen-taur-ies old....right?" Riddle seemed to wake up a bit more, his hair still sticking up a little as he rubbed his eye. "Cuz you promi-" "BACK to your room. You're not supposed to be awake yet Riddle." Her tone made both Evelyn and Riddle flinch, but Riddle started to tear up. "B-but you promised I was big enough when I w-was th-" Carlotta gave Evelyn a fake smile as she stood up. "I'll be a moment." She felt like she was meant to step in, but couldn't bring herself to do anything even as she winced as Dr. Rosehearts grabbed her sons wrist hard, causing him to sob as he was dragged back to his room.

As promised, she was back a few moments later, her sons cries no longer heard unless she really listened for it. She sighed and sat down, shaking her head. "Honestly, children are just too nosy sometimes." Evelyn looked away from Carlotta, uncomfortable. ".....is it true?....you told him he got real blood when he was that age?....you know that's....well I know you know, but...that's when kids are supposed to switch over gradually to start building their immune systems and give them access to the real thing so they can start hunting and getting the nutrients they need without...lab precision." She looked down at the floor, but she could feel Carlotta's eyes burning a hole in the top of her head. Before she could let her intimidate her out of saying it, she finished her thought. "The way you feed him now, and the way you want me to help you feed him in the future, is going to keep him malnourished." Carlotta had never evicted someone from her home faster, before making her way to her own blood supply and indulging herself in her guilty pleasure. --------------------------------------------------------

Riddle sobbed quietly into his pillow, not wanting his mother to hear, but he could smell the blood she was drinking from where he was. It was so unfair. He had been so excited all those birthdays ago, because he was finally moving up in the world. He knew, from his reading, that he was meant to have the synthesized blood to make sure he didn't have exposure to anything his body couldn't handle. Around three centuries, he was supposed to have had rodent blood mixed with the synthesized blood, until he was drinking strictly rodent blood. And at five centuries- well the list went on, and he knew it well. Of course he did. His mother made him read all about that, and maths, and science and world history and alchemy and hexes and curses and all manner of things instead of letting him do...anything else. But apparently not even the one thing he thought she had given him was true. "Whyyyyy you cryin?" Riddle startled and suppressed a small scream into his pillow, clinging it close to his chest, panting and terrified at the head and hands poking out from under his blackout curtains. The purple haired boy frowned, and turned his head upside down, further startling Riddle by accident. "What's wrong? 'm just curious. Meowybe I can he-" Riddle threw the pillow too gently to really do anything to the boy, but didn't want to call his mother into his room unless he really had to. When the boy just smiled at him after the pillow, he relaxed a little, not feeling like he was angry. "Y-you have got to go.....you g-got to go before my mama hears you!" He whimpered and curled up as his stomach grumbled. Che'nya tilted his head to the side, his ear flicking a bit in response. "I'll be back little vampy, don't nya worry 'bout good ole Che'nya!" The boy seemed to disappear, leaving Riddle to wonder if that interaction had really just happened or not. A few minutes passed, and he decided to try to sleep again, whimpering softly as he laid back down. However as soon as he got comfortable he heard a bit of a scuffle outside his window and the purple head of hair popped under his curtain again, something in his mouth. Riddle watched, bewildered, horrified and fascinated as the rest of the boys body assembled slowly in his room, before the boy spit out the rat he had in his mouth unceremoniously, it still twitching on the ground, "You know how to eat it, right?" Riddle looked down in disgust at the animal for a moment, before instincts took over. He was just so hungry. In seconds, all that was left of the rat was the pelt and dehydrated husk of what it used to be, and little Riddle panting as he realized just how good and filling the rats blood was compared to whatever his mom gave him. Shakily, unsure, he handed back the remains of the rat, looking up at Che'nya pleadingly with a few tears in his eyes. "I'll getchya some more little vampy. Don't worry. You're not gonna go hungry anymore." ----------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending lmao sjdfhlkjsdf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Delinquent Deuce - Monster AU

Monster: Slime Word Count: ~0.75K Relationships mentioned: Deuce and Delia, (his mom), literally nobody else important. Chapter 1 spoilers for in game. TW: None, really??? He's a slime so a missing chunk of body or two isn't a graphic thing?? but wound/"blood"....and it was inside someone but thats mentioned in passing Also a lot of impromptu worldbuilding if it comes off like I don't know what I'm doing that would be Correct. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ He thought he could avoid his mother's worry, slipping in under the door so as to not cause a ruckus with unlocking the door, and gave himself a light rinse on the cleaner. Anyone with feet may have called a boot cleaner, but for slimes like him and his mom, it simply diluted and made it easier to "push up" any dirt and grime they'd picked up during the day that might leave a trail when they went into the house, but they could rinse out later.

He looked down at his side, thin rivulets of liquid still dripping from the chunk he was missing and silently chided himself. There was no way he would be able to hide it from his mother before he was able to regenerate it on his own, and there was no way he wanted it back, even if he did summon it. It would just remind him of the promise he had broken to his mother....and the fact it had been inside someone else didn't make the thought appealing either. It made it back out but....yeah, he still didn't want it back. He made his way to the kitchen quietly, washing his hands, and then siphoning water through his hand down to the wound to flush it out back into the sink, cleaning the wound. Thankfully it wasn't that part that was too painful. He held his hand against the wound as he started to rummage under the sink for the first aid kit, and more specifically, the powder he could sprinkle onto the wound to congeal the thin internal fluids leaking from him, at least to hold him together til morning when his mom could help. He grumbled a little bit as he squished down lower to try and find the kit, until he felt what he could only assume was the packet, hit his back. He recoiled in surprise, his head hitting the counter and squishing, before he moved out from under the sink properly to stand up, staring like a deer in the headlights at his mom. "I was wondering when you were going to be home. I sent you a couple texts, but I didn't hear anything from you." She glanced down at where his hand clutched his side and sighed softly. "I guess I know why. Is it bad? Move your hand, let me see." She sludged over to him, not letting him protest as she picked the packet out from his back and squished down to see the wound better, before opening the package and sprinkling the contents over the area. Deuce hissed softly in pain. "I-I'm real sorry mom I didn't mean to get into another fight, its just this one kid he really got to me today and....I warned, him, I gave him a fair chance, I swear I did. I tried leaving too, but he kept following me and-" his voice cracked a bit as a few tears welled up in his eyes. "I didn't want to break my promise to you mom....I'm so sorry." He looked away from her as she scooped a safe amount of her own slime out and applied it to his side, holding it in place until it bound with him. Her side was able to regenerate in seconds, being an adult in good health. Her cool hand rested gently against his face as she tried to wipe away a few tears, and kissed his head softly as her son began to melt with his emotions. "You're home safe sweetheart, and that's what matters most. There's some leftover pumpkin pie in the fridge if you want some, but I really think it's time for you to get to bed before you need me to carry you around in a bucket." she chuckled softly, before pulling him into a hug and squeezing him gently. A small sob left Deuce as he snuggled into his mom, thankful, but disappointed in himself. Hopefully after some rest he could feel better. "Thanks mom." "Of course hon." She let him go before ruffling his "hair". "Tomorrow is a new day." She kissed his forehead once more before stretching and creeping towards her bedroom. "I'll see you tomorrow Deuce. Good night. I love you. Don't stay up too late." Deuce looked at the few dishes left in the sink before glancing back at his mom, already planning to wash them before bed. It wasn't much of an apology, but it was the least he could do. He would wait until she was back in bed though. "Love you too mom. I won't." ------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: A/N: Hiya, if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Jamil's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Gorgon Word Count: ~ 0.5K Relationships Mentioned: Najma (his sister) TW: Not really a trigger warning I suppose, but a heads up that my AU HC for Jamil is that he is trans, and this happens in his childhood, (14ish years old mentally, Najma is like. 10.) so he will have she/her pronouns.....with that, heads up for body dysmorphia. ------------------------------------------------------

"Mom says you gotta hurry up, we have to leave soon if we're gonna be on time to the Asim's." Najma poked her head into her sisters room, unaware that she hadn't heard the little intruder enter.

"I....I'll be there in a minute Najma.....don't forget your charm, we don't need to turn any nobles into stone. If you need help I'll help you adjust it once I'm done changing."

She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning as she saw they way her outfit hung on her. It was lovely, traditional and complimented her figure excellently. The Asim's had been kind enough to have their outfits tailored to them perfectly.

At least....perfectly in the terms that the body she was in, looked objectively good in the outfit. But it wasn't what she wanted. She didn't feel...pretty. Hell, she didn't even like the word that much, but she wasn't sure what word she would apply to herself even if she did look the way she thought she would look best. She turned to the side and tried to just...push her chest into her, in an attempt to see if she would like the outfit better if she were flatter. It wasn't like she was all that big, nor did she ever expect nor hope to be, but she felt a small sense of longing as she looked into the mirror, looking over herself for a minute. Najma, now comfortably settled in a beanbag chair behind her sister, finally piped up. "What are you doing to your boobs?" She startled and looked at her younger sister horrified and confused. "How long have you-" "Answer my question first!"

Najma looked at her sister in confusion and genuine curiousity, and then down at her own chest, then back at her sister, seemingly putting things together. "If we could switch I would let you! I don't got boobs yet." She couldn't help but crack a smile, and then laugh softly at her little sister. She walked over to her, picking her up and bumping her head gently against hers. Najma couldn't help but beam. Seeing her big sister smile was rather rare, not to mention laugh. She hugged her back happily, snuggling into her. "Thank you little star, but I promise I wasn't - it wasn't anything like that, that would be...weird." Her brow furrowed a bit, upsetting herself a bit with the wording but not knowing how else to address the rather awkward situation she'd been caught in. Najma looked at her big sister and tilted her head a bit, not fully believing her, frowning a bit, before hugging her again. "Well you should still know I think you're very pretty and handsome and cool and smart and awesome no matter what." She brought her hand up to cradle the back of her little sisters head, before kissing the top of her head softly and snuggling into her a little bit, trying to hold back tears. "Thank you."

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Kalim's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Half - Dementor (He feasts on happiness but maintains a humanoid form thanks to a charm. He doesn't know he's a dementor.) Word Count: ~ 0.28K (I'm sorry, I love Kalim but like. gestures vaguely as if it explains everything) Relationships Mentioned: Jamil, Najma, Kalim's Parents TW: Depression, implied su*cide, implied attempted f*licide (parent trying to kill a child), etc. ------------------------------------------------ It didn't matter how hard he tried. Nobody wanted to be around him. He knew that. He didn't understand why. From the TV shows he and his aunties watched, to the way he watched Jamil interact with other people, he knew something about him would set a room off in the wrong way.

It was the way Jamil's eyes glazed over when he saw Kalim, even after hours of playing together and Kalim showering him with praise and thanks. It was the way Najma had always cried when she had to be around him, even when he tried to give her gifts and sneak her toys. It was the way his own father would seem to deflate just by sensing him in the room, when he had something he wanted to show his father that he was proud of. It was the new staff members that would show up to replace people that....had barely been there for a month and suddenly "disappeared" after a few weeks of taking care of him. The only person that seemed to enjoy his presence was his mother. To him, she was the best person in the world. She would hold him to put him to sleep, giving him an extra tight squeeze on nights that were really hard for him. While it was hard to breathe, he knew she must just love him very much. And he would always whisper "thank you." And even after that, she would cry.

How was it that everything he was doing, everything that was supposed to make people happy, only made them hate him more? It didn't matter. He would keep trying until everyone wanted hugs like his mom gave him. -----------------------------------------------------

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Floyd, Jade And Azul's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: simply Sea Monsters, I do not have the patience to describe them perfectly, and I do not have the artistic ability to Create them sdlkjhdslfj To be perfectly honest this could just be read as canon as well sdfksdjfhljdf Word Count: ~ 0.58 K Relationships Mentioned: Just the little Guys being Dudes TW: Tweels bully baby Azul, Azul looses his cool, implied ripping Azul apart, the Tweels find violence funny, etc. -----------------------------------------------------------------

"Ehheeee he's squishy!! I could squeeze him til his eyes POP out!" Floyd emphasized his point by giving Azul another, harder squeeze around his midsection, causing Azul to protest, only for Jade to hold his mouth open and examine it. "Do you eat with this mouth or do you have a beak? Floyd turn him upside down!" "WHAT?? N-no, you guys, leave me alone, you're gonna make me ink again!" Azul's protests fell on deaf ears as Floyd, giggling, spun him upside down, readjusting his long barbed tail to wrap around four of Azul's tentacles. Jade following suite on the other side, giggling in delight at Azul's distress. "You're so tiny and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeshy!!!! Except for this part! We should take it out so you're allll squishy!!" Floyd's clawed finger tapped at his beak, making Azul cry out at the idea. "Leave me alone! You know if I w-wanted I could ma-" "If you W-waNtEd you'd what?" Floyd mocked him as Jade peered curiously down at the other boys beak, before tapping it gently, not unlike his brother. "We'll let you go if you let us watch you eat-" Floyd shot Jade a look that immediately read as that's boooooring, but Jade just rolled his eyes in response "Otherwise Floyd's gonna pry it open anyways." He gave his brother a small smile, and Floyd gave him his happy wiggles in response and started knocking on his beak. Azul had had enough of the ridicule and threats, expanding himself as a storm brewed over the water. 'I'M DONE PLAYING THIS GAME!" He grew multiple times his size, sniffling a bit, before grabbing each of the tweels around their waists, not unlike they had done to him. He had a huge pout on his face, only further emphasized by his chubby cheeks as he started moving the Tweels like dolls, making sure not to prick himself on their spines. He bounced Floyd around mockingly "I have no brains and disappoint my family." Then he bounced Jade in response, "I'm scary and will never have any real friends because I'm a freak!" A tense, shocked silence fell across the three of them, before the Tweels burst into laughter. "We don't need anyone else! We got each other!" "You know, you hold your own better than we expected. Maybe if we do have a friend, it could be you?" Jade gave Azul what was supposed to be a shy smile. It was enough to work on him. Azul relaxed, the storm above dissipating as he came back down into his regular size, letting the twins go and fidgeting with his hands, looking down at them. "You'd wanna be friends after all that?" Floyd squealed with joy, coming behind Azul and poking his cheek. "That was so cool!! You gotta do it again! We can't see that again if we're not friends!!" Jade floated a bit in front of him, nodding slightly. "Friends look out for each other. Do we have a deal?" He held his clawed hand out to Azul expectantly. Azul gently shoved Floyd away from him, hesitantly reaching out to shake Jade's hand. Jade moved forward and took Azul's hand in his, before pulling him closer. "If you break our deal, the option to rip out your beak is very much a viable option still. We know what you can do. You don't know about us." Jade laughed softly before letting Azul go. "Come on, let's find some food. You can even have first dibs." ----------------------------------------------------------- A/N: I had to combine them bc I.....I had no original ideas for them, and don't really want any. I can see them in my head but I don't have the energy for a full blown fic, and this puts me back on schedule as I head into Midterm season

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Cater's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Gumiho/Kumiho (Korean folklore, similar to the Japanese Kitsune, shapeshifting abilities) Word Count: ~ 0.74K Relationships mentioned: The Diamond family (2 sisters, (eldest, Katryna, middle, Casey, hc names), mother, (Regina, hc name), father, (Cody)), Indescript People from the internet TW: Minor texting adults/Cater has a fake dating profile at 13, shitty sisters + mom, parents fighting, self esteem issues, family life vlogger, etc.

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE REGINA, STOP MAKING HIM SHIFT FOR THE SAKE OF THE FUCKING THUMBNAIL OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT, HE'S NOT A PROP!"

"YOU CUT OFF MY ALLOWANCE CODY, I HAD TO WOMAN UP AND MAKE MONEY SOMEHOW. I GREW THOSE LITTLE SHITS INSIDE OF ME AFTER YOU PUT EM IN ME, THE LEAST THEY CAN DO IS MAKE ME SOME MONEY!.....BESIDES, THIS WAY I DON'T HAVE TO RELY ON SOME DIRTY CHEATER'S CASH LIKE YOURS!" Cater could hear his parents going back and forth in the kitchen for maybe the third or fourth time this week, as it had been....the third or fourth time his mother had tried to shoot a baking video with him in it. His sisters segments had gone off without a hitch, apparently, but his mother kept stop and going when he was involved to make sure the way he looked was "perfect" according to her standards. He tried to block out the yells from the other room, his ears folding back against his head as he brought four of his nine tails to snuggle into, in front of him. While he wasn't a fan of the shooting process, or the way his mom made him shapeshift his face or body to fit her demands, he loved sitting with her once the video went up and watching as views and likes and comments would start pouring in. The feeling was....maybe the only good thing he got to have. Which is why he took it upon himself to find that feeling again whenever he felt upset. He sat up a little, looking for his phone as he used his tail to wipe at his eyes, sniffling a bit. It only took a moment to locate it, and once he had it, he opened it to the camera. He frowned a bit. It was too close to his face...to not be his face, but it wasn't his face. His nose was narrowed, his cheeks had been slimmed in, his eyes were upturned and a little bigger, his lips were slightly more plump than they were meant to be. He shook his head a little, wanting to start from scratch. It was always easier to shift starting from a familiar base. He took a deep breath before focusing on himself in the camera again. First, all he had to do was try to match how Katryna looked - even if their mom never knew, he certainly knew how many times she had snuck out of the house to sleepover at someone else's place. People wanted her. That's what made her a good base, and given that they were siblings, there wasn't all that much he had to change to match her. Once he was satisfied with his facial structure, he turned his hair longer than it was, just to his shoulders. He watched his ginger locks turn black, with a blue streak in it, and turned the colour of his eyes from green to blue to match his hair. He made his cheeks a little thinner and his nose more button-like. It wasn't like this was his first time. It only took him about a minute to come up with a face that wasn't his that he thought might be pretty enough, before taking several photos and choosing his favourites. He opened up the dating app on his phone that he had hidden in a locked file, under a different user profile. He knew his mom would loose it if she caught glimpse of it, thus the measures he took to hide it from her. It wasn't like he was supposed to have it in the first place....but thirteen was close enough to eighteen, right? Besides, the compliments he got- rather, his "character" got, made him feel happy. And this way, he controlled what was going on the internet, and how he interacted with people, and all without his mothers interference. It was perfect. He made a new account, posted the picture and a made up biography before starting to swipe right on every single person that came up. He didn't have to wait long for the compliments to file in, or the "its a match!" to fill his screen. He smiled to himself, before opening the most interesting opener and starting to chat, like he had done so many times before, ready and willing to do whatever it took to get that feeling.

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Trey's Backstory - Monster AU

"Monster": Domovoy (tiny house "dwarf"/spirit) (Domania is the female counterpart, though in mythology they are less common) * I've written it in a manner where he/his family are a lot more actively involved with the "large" family they live with than they appear to be in Slavic mythology. Word Count: ~ 1.7K

Relationships mentioned: Trey + his 11 siblings (that's a headcanon), Mr/Mrs. Clover, Che'nya's family (the "Bigs")

TW: Eldest sibling burn out, concealed emotions, expected family roles, tradition, etc. (happy ending)

Inside the walls of the house, the Clover family was hard at work. They had a simple set up with the family whose home they resided in- they would provide them with the ingredients they needed, and the Clovers would ensure at least one of their children would stay and continue to protect the "big" family from all sorts of calamities and misfortune, as they had for generations. While they shared the same home with the "bigs", they still had a small store front that was at eye level for most monsters. Despite their pastries and desserts being rather small- making them rather novel and adorable, they were too delectable-looking to resist. Not to mention, seeing a Domovoy or Domania was rare even for monsters, so trying to catch a glimpse of one of the Clovers was a challenge a few took on, and most failed. All except for the "bigs" failed- well....it was only the youngest member of the family who had managed to catch a glimpse, and go so far as to befriend one of the people living in his walls.

As such, when mail arrived for his little friend, he turned the kitchen lights off and gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the dark before walking to the stove. He tapped on the side of the stove a few times to let his friend know he was waiting for him, before sitting down and watching the gap between the stove and the counter, his ear twitching slightly as he heard movement from behind the stove. A moment later, Trey squeezed through the narrow gap, huffing a bit when he got out. "This is why my siblings do the grocery runs." Che'nya giggled at him a bit as he caught his breath. "Would it kill you to move the stove just a little more to one side or the other?" "But then I wouldn't get t'hear nya struggle!" He grinned and Trey looked up at him unamused. "What did you want to talk about then? I have to get back to work as soon as possible, we can meet after I put my siblings to bed though." He pushed his glasses up his nose slightly before shaking his head, and crossing his arms. "I don't mean to come off as rude or impatient, but we have a lot of custom orders to finish up before the end of the day." Che'nya just giggled again, sprawling out on the floor before bopping his beloved little friend on the head with an envelope, the insignia of Night Raven College in the upper corner. "You got news, good or bad, we don't know! Come on, I know you wanna knyow as bad as I do! Open it! Open it!" It took Trey a moment as he fumbled with the envelope, disgruntled at it's size in compared to him until he realized who it was from, freezing and just staring at the insignia. ".....I can't open this." Che'nya tilted his head, confused, taking the envelope gently and tearing the folded part slightly, before handing it back, to which Trey backed away. "That's not what I meant Che'nya. Just....throw it out for me, ok?" He turned away from his friend, heading back towards the gap between the stove and the counter. ".....No."

Trey stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Che'nya, about to argue, but Che'nya pressed the closed envelope close to his chest. "I know why you're avoiding it Trey, but you can't make all your decisions based on what's best for your siblings- or your family. You're allowed to do things for yourself too. You have worked every single day since we were seven without complaint to keep your families bakery up and running. You help raise your siblings so that they can learn to be independent and helpful and kind. You've never even asked me, or your parents for something specific for your birthday!" Che'nya's face softened and he gently slid the envelope back towards Trey. "Even if you were accepted, it doesn't mean you have to go, but it's good to know you have the option. If you were rejected, maybe you'll get a letter from RSA and come join me instead, or you can just stay and....take over I guess." He grinned, but his brow was furrowed, worried for Trey's reaction. ".....You don't get it." Trey looked down at the paper. "It doesn't matter if I stay or go. If I stay, I apprentice under my dad and take over the bakery, and eventually as the guardian of the home. If I go....I come right back to the same thing, but only after breaking tradition and potentially loosing my mother's respect for me. Domovoy - especially the oldest, aren't meant to leave the home of the family they protect. I might be able to fudge it a little if I ended up going to RSA with you, but...I doubt they'll reach out to me." He shrugged a bit and slid the envelope back towards Che'nya. "I'd rather just stay in my families good graces and do what I've been told I'm meant to do, and learn to do it all the way I've been told to do it." He offered Che'nya a small, practiced smile. "Besides, if I work hard, I'll be able to send all my siblings to a fancy school like that when they're ready, and I'll have a home base for them to come back to no matter what happens. And that's what matters the most. It's what my responsibility is anyways, is to look out for my family, and look out for our home. No point in trying to change it when it's worked just fine for the generations before me."

He turned away again, ready to go back to the monotony. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, but it might be nice...for once in his life to be able to explore what lay beyond these walls. It seemed like there was so much more opportunity, and if he could leave without feeling guilty, then maybe he could expand on the chances he was given. Hell, he might even be able to make friends with more than just a "big" he lived with and defended. He had about made peace with the idea of leaving the contents of the envelope untouched until he heard the sound of paper ripping. He turned in time to watch Che'nya struggle, but succeed to shrink the paper down to his size. "Look, y'can at least hand it to your parents. Meowybe their opinions are different than what ya thi-" Che'nya was shut up rather quickly as the house rumbled, looking down at Trey in disbelief. Trey realized his overreaction quickly, forcing himself to calm down as the house settled with him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a few deep breaths before speaking slowly and evenly. ".......Sorry, sorry about that...just. I never asked for your help Che'nya. I just asked you to throw it out." ".....Throw what out Trey?" Che'nya tilted his head to the side slightly to catch sight of a very young, very small Domania, her tiny dark green pigtail and a single glowing yellow eye being about the only thing he could see as she peeked around the corner of the stove. Che'nya watched Trey's face pale a little as he crumpled the paper in his fist, glaring right back at Che'nya. He cleared his throat a bit and sighed softly, his face softening. Ultimately, Che'nya was right. He wouldn't know his parents reaction until he tried. He turned to his younger sister with the same practiced smile he had given Che'nya earlier. "It's nothing sugar, tell mom and dad I'll be right there." He offered Che'nya a small, worried, but genuine smile. "I'll see you after my siblings go to sleep." Before walking back home. ------------------------------------------ Che'nya had waited by the stove all night, from their usual meeting time to about four in the morning, before sleep had overtaken him and he'd passed out on the kitchen floor. However when he woke up, he found a note on the floor next to him, and that his hair had braids in it - if he counted, he would feel thirteen, some more clumsily made than others. His hand gently ran over the braids as he read over the note, proceeding to scramble to get to his feet and run outside to see the store front of the Clover's bakery in excitement. He couldn't help but snicker to himself as "Congratulations Trey" had been scrawled all over the shops windows, clearly by his siblings, knowing full well Trey was going to hate the attention. He headed back inside and set up the items for the Clover's to come and collect later. He turned to look into the pantry, and upon turning around saw a much older Domania as he had seen yesterday, shielding her eyes from the light. Che'nya quickly put the ingredients down before shutting the light off, and moving slowly back to the counter where the little woman stood. She straightened up, sighing softly in relief as the light was shut off, brilliant yellow eyes glowing slightly. She spoke with a bit of an accent, but it was one Che'nya couldn't quite place. "Thank you. Not just about the lights. About telling my son to tell us about school. We are so very pleased with him, but he was not able to come out to see you last night because of the big party we had. Whoot whoot!"

The woman beamed and put pumped her hands in the air gently, laughing, then clearing her throat as if she felt awkward.

"That is to say, the shop will be closed for today, so we will not be needing the groceries today. Everyone is too tired and very excited for Trey, and it is because of you. Normally we would just braid your, or your grandfather's hair to communicate that, as we have in the past, but this is too big and important. So thank you." From seemingly out of nowhere, the woman produced a modest sized candied praline tart. "Thank you very much." She gave Che'nya a small bow and smile before snapping her fingers and seeming to disappear before he could even respond. -----------------------------------------------------------------

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Che'nya's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Strigoi (took some liberties) Word Count: ~ 0.37K Relationships Mentioned: Riddle, Dr. Rosehearts (Read Riddle's here) TW: Dead animal/partially alive?, implied malnourishment on Riddle's part, neglectful "alcoholic" mother, and Che'nya is slowly killing her -------------------------------------------

"Hehehe, see I told nya I'd bring back some food." Che'nya butted his head affectionately against the tiny vampire, despite only having known him for less than an hour. He had climbed in through his window again, and made himself comfortable on Riddle's floor, plopping a still-squeaking mole on the floor. Riddle gasped and scrambled away from it as it struggled. Che'nya suppressed a giggle and moved to bump against the small boy gently again. "When nya get outta here, you're gonna have to learn to hunt. Don't worry. It can be scary the first few times, but I promise it's gonnya be ok. As soon as you bite it for blood, it won't feel a thing." He nudged Riddle towards the wounded mole gently, encouraging him to try it. Riddle glanced back at him reluctant, especially since hunger wasn't gnawing at him like it used to. He stared down at the mole before hesitantly starting to feast. Che'nya patted Riddle's head gently while he ate, before moving to his bedroom door. "'m gonna be right back, ok? Don't ya worry about me, I'll be back to clean you and your room up, mkay?" He gave Riddle a wide smile and wink. Despite Riddle being more than a little nervous, he found himself feeling rather "floaty" again as he indulged in the rodents blood.

Che'nya very quietly opened and shut Riddle's bedroom door, going invisible as he made his way through Dr. Rosehearts home. He made sure not to walk, instead floating over the ground to prevent her from hearing him in the event his little curse hadn't worked. It took him a minute to find her, passed out on the livingroom floor. He scoffed at the sight of her, moving to her stashed blood she used for herself and reinforcing the curse he had put on it weeks ago. Eventually, one of these days she would stop waking up after she drank while denying her son of his basic needs. For now though, the hours she spent asleep were more than enough for Che'nya to take care of Riddle without scaring him. Satisfied, he silently made his way back to his friend. He would never know the truth. -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Neige's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: N/A - Human Word Count: ~ 0.5K

Relationships Mentioned: Rook, Vil (read their backstory here for some Info before this one) TW: Implied stalking, breaking and entering, torture, murder, a non consensual Kiss, basically dead dove ---------------------------------------

".....You really need to stop. I-I know you said you wanted to be friends, but this is getting out of hand Rook...." Neige's voice shook a bit as he watched the peculiar man. He was perched carefully on his windowsill, his eyes glinting madly in the low light. Rook sighed a bit and stepped into Neige's room, making the poor boy tremble as he backed up towards his bed.

"Rook I'm going to have to call sec-GHHK!" Rook stabbed the knife into Neige's stomach, pushing him back against the bed and making him lay back, covering his mouth. He pulled out the knife and dragged the bloody tip lightly against Neige's face, so as not to damage the skin as he giggled. "Call them. Go ahead and scream Neige. I dare you~" Neige gasped for air as tears rolled down his cheeks, trying to put together some sort of sentence, but failing as a sturdy hand grabbed his cheeks from under his chin. "You know how I feel about you, right Neige? You know how perfect you are, correct?" Neige gave him a weak nod as he sobbed "Please don't hurt me" Rook laughed softly, bringing the knife to his lips and licking it. "No, no no Neige, I'm not hurting you~ you should see the state Vil Schoenheit is in....he's hurting. Which is why I've come here. The little...accident he was involved in....he requires surgical help immediately....and while I could go with anyone else....nobody else has hurt me quite like you Neige. While you are perfect in every way...you still rejected me of your hand in partnership. So I will simply take what I need from you....to give to the man who DOES love me! And happens to be short a couple limbs at the moment. Oh but don't worry Neige. I've tested several other subjects to ensure your beautiful body will take properly to my new love." He leaned in to kiss Neige gently. "But don't worry your pretty little head. It'll all be over soon enough dear~" Neige tried to scream, but he blacked out, only for a moment. When he came to, he was coughing, choking on his own blood as Rook held his severed tongue in his mouth, still giggling. Neige hazily watched as Rook used fishing line to easily slice through his flesh, before everything faded to black. ------------------------------------------------------------

Rook hummed softly to himself as he finished up the job, stuffing the limbs he would use for Vil's body into a bag. He took his time, knowing full well that nobody would notice the beloved popstar was missing until morning. All he would have had to have done to avoid this was said yes, even to just one of the love letters Rook had sent him over the years. But he didn't. But Rook always had backups. He would never tell Vil that though. And now that Vil had "lost" much of his body...and his life, all that was left to do was give Vil the best body Rook could come up with.

-------------------------------- A/N: lskdjfhdlskjfhlkj uhhh sorry Neige byeeeeee

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Lilia's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Naga Word Count: 0.68K Relationships Mentioned: Silver, his birth mother TW: Child abandonment, brief PTSD moment --------------------------------------

Who would be foolish enough to leave their child unattended in the woods? The babes cry hadn't ceased for nearly an hour. Normally, Lilia preferred a challenge when it came to food. Not only that, but he enjoyed watching children play and have fun from his refuge in the trees. He found them rather endearing, and thrived off how lively they could be. But this one sounded much younger than the ones he would watch play. And it didn't seem to stop crying, peaking both his interest and concern. It didn't take him long to find the source of the sobbing, draping himself comfortably across sturdy tree limbs as he peered down at the small wicker basket on the ground. There was a bag next to it, with a piece of paper attached to the side. The basket, upon closer inspection, had the child inside of it bundled nicely in a soft, blue fabric. It's crying was starting to slow, easing into ragged, tired sounding whimpers. It wasn't until Lilia was sure the tiny being was asleep that he let himself fall to the ground and slither closer to investigate. The child had fine, silvery hair and rosy cheeks from having cried so much. Lilia felt a moment of regret for not having come checked sooner, reaching out to gently wipe the child's tears away. However, the moment he came into contact with him, he recoiled as if he'd been shot. Images flashed in his mind of times best left forgotten; memories he had repressed. It took him a moment to collect himself, before wiping at tears he hadn't realized he'd shed. He glanced at the child, stunned and almost afraid. He wracked his memory for any sort of monster that was capable of such a thing, but the ability draw up old memories was too vague to really come up with something. He debated leaving the child - clearly he wasn't equipped to care for it- but chided himself when he looked back at the babies face. It wasn't the child's fault. His eyes finally settled on the paper on the bag next to him, cautiously approaching it before unfolding it and reading the note. I didn't want to do this, I never wanted to do this. If you're reading this, I hope you understand. I would tell you everything if I could. Bear to you my whole story, how it came to this. But I don't have time. All I can ask is that you'll forgive me for asking this of you. This is was? my son. He's six months old and hasn't got a name yet. I was terrified to call him by anything in the event he passed early, or if I was caught with him. This bag has the beginnings of what you'll need to take care of him. Diapers, wipes, bottles, formula, blankets, clothes, anything I could shove inside. I never wanted to part with him, but now that I must, I hope that some kindly monster will take him in as their own. Please. This is likely my dying wish. I know you don't owe me anything...but he's just a baby. And I have no other options. So if you answer this desperate mother's plea, thank you. Thank you and may you know a life of riches and happiness and health. There was another paragraph haphazardly scribbled, but she had crossed it out. Lilia folded the note back up and peered into the bag, curious and taking note that everything she had listed, and then some, was inside. He looked back to the now peacefully sleeping child, very carefully using a clawed finger to pull the blanket down from his face. He noticed there were no repercussions, easing his nerves and making the decision easier for him. He would learn to take care of this monster, whatever he was, and raise him as his own. Warmth sparked inside of him as he slung the bag over his shoulder and held the basket carefully, rocking it slightly as he slithered back to his home. -------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: I hate writing endings I fucking suck at them lmaooo anyways. if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!