* LITTLE VANDAL / LITTLE BEAST .

indie selective multimuse, as told by bunny, my rules can be found here, and my muses can be found here. 

surrounded by a messily made moat of fluffy pillows and heavy blankets, miko sits in the middle of it all, curled up with a little music box in her lap. it creaks and skips, obviously aged, but well-loved, so it sings it’s song nonetheless. the girl hums along, softly. 🔥

a little ballerina slowly spins in time, giving her the illusion of movement, of dancing; yet her feet stay planted in one position… the floorboards creak, and miko jumps a bit in surprise, causing the chain from ankle to bed-post to rattle. 🔥

ducky’s shadowed eye stays locked on the darkened path ahead, their escape route still partly visible from their hiding spot, tucked away. she holds her breath, straining her ears, listening, trying to make sure their assailant really wasn’t coming right back. 🔥  

ah, shit. they said something nice, she should say something back, huh? it’s not that she doesn’t want too, it’s just that she’s really bad at this. c’mon, ducky, something, anything! she steels herself before she reaches out, a small hand now set on the others shoulder, and ducky, oh ducky, of course, ever so eloquent with words, she says– 🔥

ducky wrenches her arm, she kicks and squirms, trying desperately to escape from the bullies porcelain grip, but. with a fistful of hair, they only laugh, the sound sickly childish, as if the struggle was really just another game on the playground. pulling hair, pulling limbs, she’s held back by the two faux-kids on either side, and forced to watch as the others surround her companion. 🔥

her heartbeat beats, thuds in her chest, the bullies weren’t exactly the type to stop once someone’s cried ‘uncle’, after all. (she has to do something.)  🔥

“ stop! ” ducky calls, her usual quiet rasp quickly raises in volume, to match her mounting panic, “ let go, get away from them, just…!-- ” no one noticed how the shadows begun to unnaturally twitch and stutter, no one noticed how they begun creeping closer and closer. and, even if they did, it was already far, far too late. 🔥

“ STOP! ” what comes next happens so fast it’s a little disorienting. darkness engulfs the area, and then there’s screaming, then crashing, and cracking, and– by the time the other can even begin to process what’s happening, the lights slowly flicker back to life, and reveal the damage done. the smashed, broken bodies of all five of the bullies lay scattered at their feet, and. even ducky herself looks caught off guard. 🔥

the flashlight her companion bared had long-since broken, so ducky resorted to using her powers to keep any mannequin attackers at bay. and, well. after watching a few of the others be simply torn apart, even they, in their confused state, knew when to give up. (trying to pick on the girl with shadow magic in a pitch black room probably wasn’t their best plan anyway, admittedly.) 🔥

“ yeah, run away, you wimps! run with your tails between your legs! ” ducky shouts after the patients making their get-away, proud, with a slowly growing toothy grin. she continues, “ that’s right! go and tell your stupid doctor, that–! “ “ …that, i. you… ” her words slur together, and then trail off completely. 🔥

she’s been hit with a wave of dizziness, her vision blurring momentarily as everything begins to sway, ‘whoa–’ she mumbles, and. the next thing she knows? she’s sitting on the floor, propped up by her hand. (she must’ve blacked out, for a second.) 🔥

something warm but static-y feeling begins to messily drip from her nose, droplets making fuzzy little pools on the linoleum floor below. 🔥

       a storm is coming. that coat should come in useful.

this is a more ‘official’ version of the post i made awhile back, abt how the other three bosses fit into the whole tower/thinman scheme thing!

>the hunter is someone that helps gather up and transport the cities children so they can be taken to the tower. along with making quick work of any possible escapees from the school, hospital, etc etc. he’s ‘paid’ in parts for his collection of strange taxidermy, some human, some not. (hence the mannequin pieces from the hospital found in his attic.)

>the teacher, obviously, works at the schoolhouse, educating and straightening out the rather unruly doll-children/‘bullies’ made there. >she’s possibly the absent guardian of the pretender, along with (as we know him) the hanging man? this is based off a family portrait, plus a few other paintings you can find in the nest. >the janitor used to work for the teacher/the school, he was known as the toymaker, in charge of actually making the the doll-children.