⭐️❣Astrid❣⭐️

@astrid-motm

⋆˚✿˖° A performer at the Ink and paint ⋆˚✿˖° She/Her ⋆˚✿˖° (Motm oc) ⋆˚✿˖° Ysu account: @ink-audrey-swapped-ysu

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Meet Astrid!

"Hello everyone! My name is Astrid and I can't wait to meet you! Feel free to ask me questions!"

((Mod here! Astrid is my main role playing motm oc! It'd be really cool if we could interact! I'd really love to make new friends here! I mosy have 2 so it would be nice if we could have some new friends!

Some very cool people :P

@starfucker01 (Nova): (you deserve better)🧣💜

@motm-ghooost (Moonshine): reminds me of mom....💥

@motm-talking-tom-and-friends (talking Angela): such an angel

Mod: @star-girl-01

#motm #oc #Astrid #Fanart #my art #digital art #Mike art

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SCENE 5, Breakfast Encounter!

(Leading off from last scene)

*Moon holds to their word, sitting at a seat with more chairs, for some reason. But makes sure Astrid gets food. Casually eating some pancakes that is provided at the cafe, as well as some classic eggs, with a bunch of bacon and sausage. For them of course, eating carefully. Never taking their black gloves off. And never seems to spill anything on them. They don’t seem bothered, and can grip things easily weirdly enough… very weird.

(*Moon just minds their own business, chomping down on some good breakfast.)

@astrid-motm & @chickon-707

(Astrid doesn't eat much, just a pancake that she's holding in her hands instead of with a fork or knife and no syrup or butter)

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #Breakfast Encounter! (OPEN ASKS/QUESTIONS)#send me askssss

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

*...

(*They don’t move either, silently staying still and stares at the clock ticking on the wall.)

“[…]”

(she realizes they might be uncomfortable and slowly let's them go, very happy with the hug)

"Thank you"

(*Moon nods, smiling kindly)

“[…No problem kiddo.]”

(She picks up her stuff she had dropped on the floor)

"Do you have stuff to do today?

(*They stand back up, and sighs,)

“[…Eehhh, Maybe. You?]”

(She stretches her arms out, laying back on the bed)

"Not that I know of"

“[…Ah, I see.]”

(*Moon stretches up, before sighing, putting their arms behind their head, they are very tall… Woh.)

“…I think the amount of people in the cafe died down, morning rush must have disminished.”

“…Wanna go get a bite to eat downstairs? It’s on the house.”

*she looks up at them, noticing their height, still laying on the bed*

"Oh, sure! I normally don't eat breakfast. Or lunch."

(*Moon blinks, pausing)

“[…What.-]”

*They don’t sound offended, just surprised. Taken aback, and blinks, rubbing the back off their neck.

“[…I- Mean if that’s the only way you’ve been living you don’t have to… Just a suggestion.]”

“[But… Uh, if you want to… the offer is on the table.]”

(she grabs her stuff and sits up)

"It's more of a way to stay in shape and to save money but I'll come.

“[…Alright, sounds good.]”

(she stands up, stumbling emediantly. She uses the wall for support though it's still alittle difficult to walk but she still intends to follow them)

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

*...

(*They don’t move either, silently staying still and stares at the clock ticking on the wall.)

“[…]”

(she realizes they might be uncomfortable and slowly let's them go, very happy with the hug)

"Thank you"

(*Moon nods, smiling kindly)

“[…No problem kiddo.]”

(She picks up her stuff she had dropped on the floor)

"Do you have stuff to do today?

(*They stand back up, and sighs,)

“[…Eehhh, Maybe. You?]”

(She stretches her arms out, laying back on the bed)

"Not that I know of"

“[…Ah, I see.]”

(*Moon stretches up, before sighing, putting their arms behind their head, they are very tall… Woh.)

“…I think the amount of people in the cafe died down, morning rush must have disminished.”

“…Wanna go get a bite to eat downstairs? It’s on the house.”

*she looks up at them, noticing their height, still laying on the bed*

"Oh, sure! I normally don't eat breakfast. Or lunch."

(*Moon blinks, pausing)

“[…What.-]”

*They don’t sound offended, just surprised. Taken aback, and blinks, rubbing the back off their neck.

“[…I- Mean if that’s the only way you’ve been living you don’t have to… Just a suggestion.]”

“[But… Uh, if you want to… the offer is on the table.]”

(she grabs her stuff and sits up)

"It's more of a way to stay in shape and to save money but I'll come.

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

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(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

*...

(*They don’t move either, silently staying still and stares at the clock ticking on the wall.)

“[…]”

(she realizes they might be uncomfortable and slowly let's them go, very happy with the hug)

"Thank you"

(*Moon nods, smiling kindly)

“[…No problem kiddo.]”

(She picks up her stuff she had dropped on the floor)

"Do you have stuff to do today?

(*They stand back up, and sighs,)

“[…Eehhh, Maybe. You?]”

(She stretches her arms out, laying back on the bed)

"Not that I know of"

“[…Ah, I see.]”

(*Moon stretches up, before sighing, putting their arms behind their head, they are very tall… Woh.)

“…I think the amount of people in the cafe died down, morning rush must have disminished.”

“…Wanna go get a bite to eat downstairs? It’s on the house.”

*she looks up at them, noticing their height, still laying on the bed*

"Oh, sure! I normally don't eat breakfast. Or lunch."

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

are you ok?

"yeah! Ofcourse I am. Just a lot going on"

#motm roleplay #ribs #astrid speaks

Are Nova and Astrid going to get together

((Honeslty, no idea. I'm not saying anything. I personally don't think so but who knows?

#motm roleplay #ribs #nova!🧣#⭐️voidstar🧣

what's with all the angst!?

((Hehe I like angst🤤

#motm roleplay #ribs #Angst #Nova!🧣#Ghost!💥

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

*...

(*They don’t move either, silently staying still and stares at the clock ticking on the wall.)

“[…]”

(she realizes they might be uncomfortable and slowly let's them go, very happy with the hug)

"Thank you"

(*Moon nods, smiling kindly)

“[…No problem kiddo.]”

(She picks up her stuff she had dropped on the floor)

"Do you have stuff to do today?

(*They stand back up, and sighs,)

“[…Eehhh, Maybe. You?]”

(She stretches her arms out, laying back on the bed)

"Not that I know of"

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

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(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

*...

(*They don’t move either, silently staying still and stares at the clock ticking on the wall.)

“[…]”

(she realizes they might be uncomfortable and slowly let's them go, very happy with the hug)

"Thank you"

(*Moon nods, smiling kindly)

“[…No problem kiddo.]”

(She picks up her stuff she had dropped on the floor)

"Do you have stuff to do today?

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

*...

(*They don’t move either, silently staying still and stares at the clock ticking on the wall.)

“[…]”

(she realizes they might be uncomfortable and slowly let's them go, very happy with the hug)

"Thank you"

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

(*They blink. Before hovering their arms a bit, before hugging with them completely, unsure.)

“[…That’s fine, your uh.. Welcome Kiddo.]”

(she rests her head under their chin, her skin a comforting warmth. She doesn't move much, enjoying the hug)

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

(*Moon goes over to crouch down to her, and pulls her into a hug with their tail. Awkwardly hovering their arms in an open armed hug, offering.)

“[No.. It’s okay. I’m fine with it… Didn’t expect it is all.]”

(She hugs them when she's given permission, her skin becoming brighter and warmer but she makes sure it's just bright enough to not blind them)

"I know it was alittle unexpected, I just like hugs. Thank you"

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(She presses her thumbs together in her lap, something she normally does when shes anxious)

"Unless that's not ok, I understand!"

#motm roleplay #ghost!💥#ribs #the begining #just a normal day.

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(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

(*Moon blinks, tilting their head)

“[…Uh, Sure..?]”

(Astrids wqlking around what looks to be a hospital. It's bright but the walls are dark and unwelcoming, the light blasting in her face and a heartbeat monitor playing from an unknown source. She walks around with no idea where to go, going further and further, around corners and halls, up stairs and into rooms. Every room seems to have the same images)

@motm-ghooost

TW: HALLUCINATION SCENE & MENTIONS OF SLIGHT POSSIBLE SELF HARM-

(*…Moon blinks, looking over at her and noticing the stirring, Moon sighs, *placing a gloved, clawed hand over her forehead carefully and closes their eyes, a spark of light trailing everywhere, in undefined shapes… *booting her to a safe dream field, drawing their hand back, and starts hearing voices, seeing what she was going to experience. Still sitting beside her, they claw slightly at their own head. Too loud…)

IT’S SO LOUD…

*Moon sees blinding glares of colors, mocking them, distorted pictures that can’t be read, seen, it’s so hard to focus… Why is it so hard to focus?! Usually it’s just- [ REDACTED. ] and it shouldn’t be this violent!- Dammit this is what they get for [ REDACTED ] …!!! Fuck- How do they draw back did they [ REDACTED ] ABOUT THAT TOO?! Moon grips their head, they can’t even breathe, this is too much… DAMMIT THIS IS TOO MUCH… It’s so loud, laughter- Mocking, concerns filling the air like a distorted lullaby, IT DOESN’T EVEN EXIST-! The colors shape into figures, figures they cannot recognize… They claw at their neck with their other hand, struggling to keep from collapsing.

It’s a struggle even to stay in the position they are in, Astrid dead asleep, blissfully aware of what’s going on…

THEY TRY AND LOOK AROUND, BUT ITS THE SAME PICTURE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, Until it morphs into reality… all around, and right in front… and it HURTS. They can’t look away, they forgot how to even breathe, but they don’t make a sound, and maybe, it’s better that way.. So Astrid can get sleep and rest like they need…

Maybe- This… I-Is…

How do they make it stop… They try taring into their bandages, something to grip onto reality, but it doesn’t FUCKING WORK. Running out of options Moon-! TIME’S FUCKING WATCHING YOU….!

*Moon’s head feels like it’s going to split in two…

(CONGRATS! You have unlocked these two color silly codes,)

*Red/Purple = Funky shit is going on, while it’s a serious scene.

*Blue/Purple = Funky shit is going on, but it doesn’t exist. Neither good nor bad.

Btw if [REDACTED] shows up, or is spaced out, it’s long dialogue that is blocked out for silly lore reasons

(Astrid stops, clutching her head. She doesn't know what Moon is going through, but she can feel the way their head feels. She finally reaches the roof before an echo blares through the black sky. Baby sounds. She looks around, trying to figure out what it is before she sees a bright light at the edge of a roof. She slowly walks closer, the light getting farther and off the edge. Her feet reach the edge, trying to reach the light. Bellow is at least a 30 foot drop into an ongoing void)

SHIT.

(*Moon reaches towards Astrid’s figure that’s sleeping, that wasn’t supposed to happen!-)

*Moon’s hand is stopped by a presence of the figure they see, it’s Astrid… They flinch, trying to reach towards Astrid’s figure to pull Astrid out of the dream, but.. Is it the real one ? There is so many Astrid’s… their head throbs, all of them look different… No- Yh3 s4m? W———ll 17t l0øŒksș$..¿

(Tw up ahead of injury and distorted themes)

*…Colors of different hues dance around, colors of the rainbows… They are so magnificent, aren’t they? Colors can represent anything… Any genera… the wide open water, the greenery, the flower field of mixed shades, the emotion of laughter, the fantasy land of children’s dreams, the land of promise, the island of creativity, the main core of all these complex structures, stories… that come to life, just by a simple shade, the color of an apple, the color of a caterpillar … The color of death, the color of life, the color of overgrowth, the color of a color, the color of the deceased, the color of the forgotten, the color of the blood running underneath the blood running underneath the door, the color of a severed hand, the color of a plate, the color of a shattered object, the color of all these wonderful, PITFUL things… These, parts that shouldn’t belong… Even the shadow that seems to stare back, the face in your vision… It’s all familiar, isn’t it? Right? Don’t you feel tired? The colors of Lilacs and Lotus seem to calm you, the stars in the sky… The sunset of something … Indescribable. The color of ‘Love’, the color of ‘trust’, of all these wonderful things that make art… Art…

Pick up the pen, won’t you?

LETS SEE YOU CREATE THE ART THAT DOESN’T STOP FLOWING THROUGH YOUR VEINS.

YOU ARE STUCK LIKE THE REST OF US

SMILE WHY DON’T YOU?

DON’T YOU WANT TO BE APART OF THIS FAMILY?

OTHERS HAVE CREATED LIKE YOU,

WHATS STOPPING YOU NOW?

.

..

…

How selfish of you to keep your talents all to yourself.

*.

*SHATTER

*Moon’s hand slams into a glass cup and plate on the desk side away from Astrid, still in the same room, blood dripping from the wound, tiny shards digging into their hand.

[*’SHUT UP!’]

That’s what would have happened if these images, hallucinations weren’t so.. violent.. @astrid-motm

TW: Gun mention

(She hears the shatter but she can't see it. She looks around, trying to find the source, turning her back to the light and tripping on her feet, falling off the edge. She falls and drops into a puddle of black goo, kinda like ink. She was about to get up before a gun is pressed between her eyes. She looks infront of her. The person holding the gun glitches between people)

N̵̛̻͑͌̔̉̏́̏ǫ̸̛͇̙̤̗̫̖̿́̆͐́̀̚͝v̴̡̤̇́̄͑̚̕͠͝ͅą̸̝̏̋̓͘

(She stares at the gun unable to move)

(*They flinch, fuck, why do they feel the press of their head…? What’s even- Oh shit… NO- DAMMIT THEY NEED TO-)

*They feel something stop them from moving, their hand throbs, but it doesn’t matter.. They need to get her out of the dream!!!*

Uh Uh Uh… You can’t do that.

*They freeze.

“[…Wh-?]”

*Moon grips their head, feeling dizzy, they can’t think straight, the hallucinations getting worse.. This wasn’t supposed to go out like this.. Dammit- They feel the need to…- [ REDACTED ? . . . ] 0H SH1T-

(she hears the gun go off but she doesn't feel anything. She opens her eyes and quickly gets up, seeing him. Her father. He's standing far from her, half his head is on fire and parts of his body is melted like a wax doll. She stares at him, unsure what to do. He's dressed exactly how he was when he kicked her in the stomach years ago. From his big work boots to his dirty work clothes)

“[Kid..?]”

(*They stop whatever they were going to say.)

*… No- Why.. Who is this man in front of them? Where did Astrid go…?

*An uneasy chill runs down their spine, hallucinating bad to the point they get up, stumbling to move.

*They need to get away… THEY NEED TO LEAVE.

(She looks around. Its the hotel room from that cat Cafe she fell asleep in. She knows believes she's still asleep, especially since her father's infront of her, burning and melting like a wax candle. She looks around, grabbing the first thing she finds: a book. She holds it tightly incase he might come close or incase he does anything that'll force her to strike him)

*Moon sees the man grab a knife. Their eyelights dilating.

“[H-Hey hold on now-]”

(she doesn't seem to understand the person she's looking at isn't her father, she's just scared. She doesn't hear Moon talking, she sees the man run at her. She raises the book and tries to hit him)

(*Moon moves to disarm the man, which Moon doesn’t realize is Astrid. Grabbing for the knife and trying to hold the man down without getting hit.)

But they don’t try and hurt the man, only if they need to, they will.

“[How about we have a nice chat and not play with dangerous weapons- Uhm- Sir..-]”

(she yelps, falling to the ground. She holds her father's wrist, thinking the knife was coming down on her. She quickly uses her other hand and grabs the book, slamming it into his head and trying to get away or atleast find a better weapon)

(*Moon flinches, covering their own head and lets go of the man, stumbling away from him, trying to get distance, seeing blood in their vision coat their view, they reach up to their head, staring at the blood with an unreadable expression, and backs further away, wrapping a bandage around their clawed hand before pulling their glove back on over it, not taking out the sharp pieces, but this will have to do for now…)

“[Okay- OKAY!]”

“[Not the talker type- I get it-]”

*Fuck their hand hurts…

(she rummaged through the draw, finding a pen. She stays low, crawling under the bed to try and pull a sneak attack)

(*They blink, rubbing their eyes, fuck…)

“[Hey I’m not trying to uh…]”

(*They look around, sight not the best due to the amount of hallucinations they received… They blink- Where did H3 go-)

*Moon goes over to a different drawer, silently searching for something… Unaware of their surroundings and sweats, rubbing their neck, closing their eyes, trying to listen to movement but it’s hard,

“[Not tryin’ ta parade on whatever feild holiday your havin’… But how the hell did you get h-]”

(she slowly crawls from out of under the bed and gets up, clutching the pen tightly before slamming it into h/s shoulder and grabbing her book to try and knock him to the floor)

(*Moon flinches, getting knocked onto the ground and grabs the pen, dammit-!)

*Moon pushes themselves up with their non injured arm that’s injured from their shoulder, and quickly swipes the ‘man’s’ legs and uses their tail to push him away, before seeing a flicker of … Astrid-?

“[Huh… Kiddo?-]”

(*They blink, they start to realize they were literally going to hurt her again- Shit … So she must be seeing things too.. She still looks blinded by fear and rage, they back away, hiding underneath the bed, they silently hide out of sight, how do they make her snap out of it…? Come on Moon- Think-!)

*Moon decides to crawl slightly out from the bed, and grabs a cloth, applying it to their shoulder to hopefully slow down the bleeding, dammit… They look over to Astrid, hallucinations slightly there, but not as bad. They keep their hand on their shoulder where the cloth is, not taking out the pen. There is no need…

*Moon silently watches her,

*Hoping this episode passes soon.

(She picks up the knife he dropped, climbing onto the bed so he can't slash her heels. She looks over the edge, trying to see if she can find him)

(*Moon blinks, wait shit where did their double bladed dagger-)

…

..

.

Dammit this is gonna hurt-

*They attempt to shift away from the bed and pushes themselves up, walking to the bell. Keeping their hand on the shoulder, they can’t really lay low for this shit… All they can hope is that Astrid snaps out of it soon. They don’t blame her for this, after all.. Kinda was Moon’s fault to try and ease an intense nightmare. Maybe they shouldn’t mention it… Play along maybe… Make her seem like this is a dream itself…

*So they need to find a way to knock her out, but avoid hurting her. Okay… Should be simple enough…

…

Right?

(she looks around, trying to figure out where he went. She slowly climbs off the bed, still holding the blade)

(*Moon grabs onto the desk, clutching their face, not this- Not now-!)

*They forcibly stop the attack from happening by swallowing down water on the desk, silently realizing- Oh shit they just made a sound.

*Moon looks over their shoulder, spotting Astrid still holding their double sided dagger… fuck. Atleast she’s grabbing the middle part of it, that’s not all blade… But this is definitely not good for Moon… Is it? They blink, where did the bell..? Is someone lurking over them-

“[Wellll shit.]”

(she looks around, accidently knocking the bell onto the floor. She gets startled by the sound, accidentally bumping into a bookshelf. The books falls on her but it mostly just leaves a couple bruises. She's ok, just startled)

(*They blink, hearing the sound and goes to check on it, Moon silently holds her down and quickly tries to knock her out.)

“[Hey- Shh- You are okay-! Kid-]”

(She tries to stab him, thinking he's trying to pin her down to kill her)

"LET ME GO!"

(*Moon flinches, they feel the blade graze probably their side but keeps holding her down, waiting for her to go unconscious grimly.)

“[…]”

(she tries her best to defend herself and stay awake but she slowly becomes unconscious, her eyes slowly shutting and her body going limp)

“[…Okay.]”

(*Moon slowly reassures themselves, clutching their injured hand carefully, the shards dug deeper the more they moved their hand… Shit.)

*Moon draws a tired breath, checking if the knife dug deep enough or not in their own side, getting away from her, and carries her back into bed, tucking her in the blankets, putting the bell where it was supposed to be, and silently bandages themselves up from the wounded areas.

…The glass plate and cup that shattered still across the floor.

*...

???: That was really funny…

*Moon’s expression dims, hearing the hallucination. And closes their eyes, muttering under their breath, picking themselves up, and goes to clean the mess around the room, making the surrounding area spotless, and no sign of struggle, no blood on the ground, and picks up the broken shards with their injured hand, not careful enough to care. They silently throw the large broken plate and broken glass pieces away, dropping them into the trash, and goes to the bathroom and silently locks the door, closing it, and turns on the water so no noise can be heard, taking out shards silently. It’s a very messy process, accidentally making it worse sometimes, and uses their sharp teeth to get a grip on the glass, and pulls each one out, tossing them into the garbage in the bathroom.

*They silently grab a bandage and wraps it around their hand, taking the glove off, and wraps around it strategically, as if this isn’t the first time they’ve been injured like this before… Shocker, since they wear their arm and chest-ish bandage on the outside of their clothes.

“[…Shut the fuck up.]”

(she takes awhile to slowly wake up, sitting up and rubbing her head, trying to get off the bed and falling in the floor, giving up and just laying there)

PT 4. Just a NORMAL day.

(*Moon is not there when you wake, and the bathroom light is on. Sink sounds coming from there.)

*It all seemed to be a dream, a really bad one at that. You are safe now in your bed, unaware all of that was real last night, and you were attacking Moon. No blood, no weapons that were used on the ground, everything back to how it was before, maybe Moon just had to do something? It is early in the morning after all. you hear the birds chirping outside. And the many felines from downstairs meowing, a soft bell ringing as the door opens and closes downstairs, or people entering in, chattering down there.

You’re in reality now.

(She groans, sitting up and running just head. She got out of the bed and grabbed her stuff, stumbling, her vision dizzy and her head was aching)

(*Moon finishes up in the bathroom, bandaging themselves, the water muffles out the sound, and puts their gloves back on. Their shirt tucked down over the underneath bandages, and silently turns off the water , their appearance the same as before she went to sleep, and unlocks the door, turning off the light)

(*Moon walks out of the door, combing through their fluffy hood with their clawed black gloves.)

“[G’mornin’princess.]”

(she tries to fix her stance, trying to figure out how to stand again)

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were gone"

"Wait, princess?"

(*Moon sighs, stretching up a bit, before leaning casually on the wall.)

“[Nope, just had to wake myself up,]”

*They blink, noticing her stance, and sighs,

“[Rough night…?]”

(She sits back on the bed clutching her head)

"I think I had a nightmare. Maybe I fell out of bed...did you sleep well?"

(*They nod, humming,)

“[Sounds about right, and yeah. Had decent sleep, wouldn’t say I wasn’t concerned with ya shifting around a bunch in your sleep. Annnd then eventually falling off the bed.]”

"yeah....odd. My head really hurts. It feels like I got hit with a ton of books"

(She rubs her head before looking at Moon.)

"Sorry about the shifting, I normally don't do that..."

(*Moon shrugs, not really bothered.)

“[Yeaaah probably, also your good kiddo.]”

“[Happens to the worst of us.]”

(she keeps rubbing her head)

"I think there's a bump on the back of my head..."

(She sets her hand in her lap before looking at him)

"I know it's odd but- could I have a hug?"

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