The Plaque has come

Wait, it did? Plaque just liked the texture when eating them...Well, this just gave them more reasons to go out and buy a pumpkin. A tasty crunchy snack, good for the host. Calm them. The void quickly matched Doc’s temperature. It now felt like there was nothing there, only the pressure of helping him up gave hint to the void being a mass and that there was something hard underneath.  “Dawn’s just a heartbeat away, hopes just a sunrise away”  Plaque spoke, believing these to be encouraging words before letting go of the others hand, their temperature dropping again to match the rooms. It looked like this man needed something, what a wreck, what a wreck.  And everything seemed to be going well until Doc yelled out, causing Plaque to quickly lift their hand, an eye peeling open on the back of it to spy what was behind them. Ah, a nerd! They knew they’d find these dweebs here.  “Run little one, we will be close behind. We will be the shadow at your back” Plaque cooed while some of the tar around the face area bubbled up and when each one popped there was a chuckle. This was the time to be a hero, to give Doc time to flee, create a discretion, a wall so to speak between the attacker and victim.  They loved this part. “Darkness sings a forlorn song, yet our hope can still rise up” As Plaque spoke they slapped their hand down at the ground, where the void shot out and left the backside of their body in order to create a wall of darkness. It was thin as it covered most of the room. It wouldn’t be hard to break through but it would stop one from seeing what was happening. A wall, a diversion. 

“Wizards” Plaque repeated, almost seeming doubtful that such a thing could exist, ignoring that they themselves were a space parasite with control over shadow tar bull. Yep, wizards were the thing unbelievable here. Plaque’s snickering was caught short as laser bolts fired by them, their posture soon rigid, unmoving like a statue while the void across their body rippled with tiny spikes before going back to normal.  “You are a man who does not know my rule I see” Their tone had turned darker, serious. “Anyone who points a gun at me dies” There was a cracking noise underneath the void before Plaque chuckled, taking a step forward. “But we’ll forgive you this time, do not worry. We all make mistakes after all” As Plaque spoke they looked around the room, curious to what all had happened here. Something deep down said nothing good, especially with how this man was acting...Maybe they got here just in time before this nut cracked. “I do not have a brain, no math...Odd, curious that you can smell it though. You will explain later, for now, let us go. Let us flee to safety. You’d like that, yes? We will get you a pumpkin, it is the season. A snack to ease your troubled mind. You will come, yes?” Plaque then extended a hand, waiting patiently for the other to make any sort of movement.

One of Plaque’s favorite attacks

“Oz” They voice echoing softly down the alleyway. Yes, yes this would be easy to remember. Nicknames always helped them remember. You’d think a being with two brains would be smart, able to remember everything and while that was sometimes the case, most times it was not. After a moment the feeling of Plaque’s hand would vanish, their temperature matching the others perfectly. It was almost like being in one of those sensory deprivation tanks, but only the hand. Of course Plaque could change the texture if they wanted, but to do so at this point in time would take a conscious effort. “Used to? Odd, not good. Crime rate here must be higher then I thought, too high, needs weeding” For a moment Plaque seemed like they were going to take their hand away, step away and then another thought distracted them from their disgust of this city. “Plaque” with that they pulled out a name card with their free hand. The Q had an umlaut over it...Should it be there? No, not at all, but it was. Even more it looks like they were added by hand. On the back it would note that the Q is to be pronounced as a G. Beneath the shadows there was a chuckle, it bubbled towards the end, popping somewhere within. “Forward question, yes? We can ask the same, what is with your body. Soft, squishy, yet dense all the same. Easily broken, easily ripped, easily, easily, easily. Weak, fragile. ... We got off topic, thinking, mind wondering, my body is a mystery. Void, darkness, something squirming deep beneath. She doesn’t know what, neither do I.” As they spoke they lightly, carefully, mushed the others hand in their own before letting go.

“No, no, no no” Shadows, void, darkness, whatever you wanted to call it swirled around the woman. Covering her, changing her and then in some cases moving to be elsewhere. As if the being before the kindred couldn’t decide who they wanted to be. It felt too late to hide, they had let the shadows slip in a fit of instincts, of wanting to hide, to be themselves. Though anytime the darkness covered their face it changed their voice, filtered it. It took the meek little voice the host had and covered it. As if the woman was drowning, submerged beneath water, or something thicker. A sound that was at one point muffled, far off and yet, all too clear and close. There was even hints of the original voice in there, somewhere, deep, deep within. “They wouldn’t understand, no, no, no. I am not afraid, but the cops never understand. They point their guns, scared, scared cattle, sheep. Fools. I am not scared but we cannot risk them putting their own lives in danger by drawing their weapons on us. No, no. You see the problem here, yes?” After a moment the shadows finally settled in, the clothes expanding a little, tightening and soon the being before them no longer held the shape of the host. They were bigger, more androgynous and easily confused for a man by many. In the end they had decided to be themselves, and so shield themselves as this man seemed angry and they had already been shot once today. “Angry, anger, we feel it. Careful, we have read that anger is not healthy for humans. Careful, very, no heart attack. No, no.” Plaque was de-synced from the hosts mind, their speech effected, suffering. They could re-sync but that would take time, and honestly, they did not currently want to. “But it does not matter, no chances to hurt anyone again. No, no. I did good, I saved someone. That is all that matters.” Plaque was used to this kind of argument. No one understood what they did, it was sad. But Plaque didn’t need them understanding. “Internet says to keep things civil, polite, to give, take names. Give, give. Will you?”

“Loud, angry, shhh, you’ll draw in the cops. We don’t want cops, you don’t want cops. Sh, sh, sh” As they spoke they lifted a finger up to where their lips should be, only visible for a second until one void like black melded in with the other. “And the weak hero’s don’t. The cowards, this world doesn’t NEED cowards...IT needs people like me. To protect the sheep, to protect them. A villain cannot raise a gun on someone again if they are died, yes?” Their theories were flawed, and even more so they compared themselves to other heros...When in this world there was none. No Batmans, Supermans, nothing. Just them, and who knows how long they could continue this before they caught attention they did not wish. “It is, it is. We will not deny. A sad fate, yes? That this must happen, that this is how some must be protected. Not my fault, no, no. Societies. If it had not been so bleak, so black, I would not be needed...I would not be.” Plaque now took a moment to think over this, they would not have found their host had she not been left int he gutters to die, riddled with holes. “No, no, no, not have been here...Have we introduced ourselves? We forget...Have you? Who are you”

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“A gun...” Plaque spoke, sounding baffled for a second before their full atrention fell upon the mac n cheese. The okay was given and soon enough they pulled it towards themselves. Each spoon full of that sweet sweet cheesy goodness was pushed through the shadows, deep into the void and devoured.  “What, do you not like how I speak? Does it distress, is it odd, odd, odd. Or are you worried, weary, of what topics we will unleash when the filtered are destroyed. The cacophony the babbles, spews, drips from these blackened lips. Don’t you want to know whats on our minds? Don’t you want to glimpse, see, learn, what we, Plaque, think about. Or are you simply not ready for the dread, the overtly weird topics, curiosity that I wonder, ponder...Also thank you for the food”  God they were weird. “Huh, odd, interesting, but odd, and, unfortunate. We suspect you could bull rush through a wall though. Yes, no? Deets, facts?”

There was a small snicker, check mate, game won. Though Plaque could only imagine how this was going to go, two grown ass hero adults just playing put put. Granted Rex looked pretty normal, but Plaque, fuck naw. “Let us fly” Plaque then spoke, ready to walk as fast as needed to get to the put put place, willing to allow Rex to lead. “And get ready to lose”

“Rex, are you afraid That I’ll ...Mmmm Beat your ass in at put put?” Pregnant pauses as Plaque grinned at the other, of course they were fine with this but at the same time it felt vital to heckle the other. They barely got to heckle anyone, hell, the last person they tried to heckle by giving them a nickname punched then into next Tuesday. Which was rude, very rude.

A smile slowly crept across Plaque’s face, one that would go completely unseen under the shadows. He remembered! Yes, yes, good! And of course there was only one place Plague wanted to go, a place they kept seeing on the tv, a place for fun and food.“Magic Mountain, Magic Mountain!” Wait, Plaque no. That’s not for you, that’s for kids. Plague, please. “We can get pizza and then play put put!” Plaque, it would look so creepy if two grown ass adults went to Magic Mountain, don’t do this to yourself much less Rex. “Yeyeyeye!”Lord.

Plaque wriggled their fingers at the bowl, wanting to grab it, to dig in...But they were not yet given permission to do so. They did not know if this was a bowl for one, or two. Could they have it all, was it truly done, they did not know and soon they turned their void stare in Toaster’s direction as their fingers continued to wriggle away. “I would like to test how solid you are, but not now, not here, not when it has a chance of ruining a beautiful thing. Mac n Dicks” Plaque paused for a moment before there was a weird snort of a laughter within them, food and the talk of weenies, what an important moment. How very mature of them. “No, no feel free, your home, your anatomy being discussed. We simply are grateful to be able to talk of suck things so casually. We never get answers to these things, always wondering, never knowing. Internet only goes so far...Why are you so big? Where you born as such or did you mess with your genes again.”