🔞✃ 𓄧 T e r r i 🔞

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I WANT EYES TO STARE,

AND TO CRY

WHEN I’M FEELING SCARED LIKE YOU ! ! !

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˚.🦴 ᵎᵎ Terri the Taxidermy Case,

a Date Everything OC written by

@fictional-men-enthusiast

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CONTENT WARNINGS FOR :

— Descriptions of Animal Death

— Descriptions of Generally

Unsettling Behavior

— Descriptions of

Self-Injurious Behavior

A figure suddenly appears out of no where. There was a sound of electrical sparks, and snapping before the figure stumbles out of thin air and falls to the ground.

They appear as about 5'2, have shaggy messy shoulder length brown hair, broad stature, soft but angular face, and their eyes have a rounded more droopy look. Their left eye remains closed.

They have a thick dark brown letterman jacket with a simple black t-shirt, and simple straight cut jeans. Their shoes are just casual red sneakers.

Their open eye darts around when they finally lift their head to look around.

They have no clue where they are, or how they got here.

*Their hand squishes against something cold and wet. A bitter fetor oozes out into the air. Their eyes adjust only to find a hollow socket staring back. The other, hidden behind a crimson mask in the shape of a rabbit, clings to their finger. Surrounding it, completely absent of a body, a human head. One which groans at the intrusion.*

"S-Sorry-- Where the fuck am I now?"

"Coolsville?"

They seem extremely confused...

"Uh... I was in Mangrove City... And... now I'm in some random person's attic..."

... They sigh and huff as they stand back up.

"I was just walking home, man this is some bullshit."

They aren't entirely surprised it seems, but they are confused.

"So... Who are you? I haven't seen something like you before, not that can talk at least."

“Mhm…”

*Shambling out of the darkness on hands and knees, a sallow, headless form. From its neck seeps a noxiously sterile, frothing substance. A nurse’s gown hangs from its bony frame. It hunches before them, sitting in wait. Every laden breath echos through its throat like some macabre pipe organ.*

*It’s stitches seem to disconnected where the lost head’s begins, their patterns a mirror.*

"Oh fuck no!"

They stare for a moment and take another deep breath.

"Ah uh... Okay.. Terri... I'm Alex."

They take a second to notice the stitching matching.

"Oh um... That yours?"

They are so fucking confused...

*The body’s neck jerks in what would be a nodding motion. As its outstretched hand is caught just under the light, Alex can see every screw that holds its bones together. When Terri’s head is recentered, the disorientation is immediate. Gut flinches from the light, stomach audibly roiling. Gut hunches into gutselves, every dry heave pushing guts vertebrae taught against the skin. It’s all the sights and sounds of a particularly gruesome hairball.*

*After what can only be described as a lifetime of discomfort, gut swallows back the rest of guts sickness with a nauseating gulp.*

“…I—I’m what’s left behind. I’m the parts folks want to remember. You could say I tell the history of those that can’t speak for themselves.”

“Well, taxidermy isn’t so different from other history, is it? It’s just putting keeping the pieces together, isn’t it?”

*As gut speaks the word the word “taxidermy”, gut scratches guts chin in such a way to rub the mask of a hare that conceals guts face.*

"You alright? That sounded and looked painful as hell."

Alex pauses and listens to what Terri says. Guts wording seems particularly interesting to Alex.

"I can see taxidermy as such. Kinda like pieces of a time and attempting to keep them forever?... I can get the history of ones that can't speak anymore, but from a very different perspective for me."

They think for a moment again.

"But what do ya mean you are taxidermy? Startin to think I'm not even in my world."

“Happens. Doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

“All of the smart folks, they say objects have dimensions, you’re circles and your spheres and whatnot and such forth. Can you see it? Now, what about what all you can’t see? What dimension is our soul? What dimensions is our flesh and blood? Now you can. He’s here with you now.”

"Fair enough, been there... Yeah okay I am for sure in a different world." They sigh.

They realize that with whatever is happening here that there really isn't anything to gain from pretending to be an average human.

They do have to pause for a long time to process what was said...

"..."

"Uh... Souls and bodies, huh? Uh... I dunno how different it works here, but kinda get a bit of what you may mean."

They think more.

They may be stubborn about wanting to understand what feels like a bit of jumbled thoughts.

"I guess best question I got is; Who is he? I mean in my world souls do exist, known as fact, so may be biased here... Taxidermy's soul... Suppose I get what ya mean well enough there."

*Every joint groaning, he clambers to his feet.*

*Never taking his eyes from them, he leads Alex backwards. Even if never breaking eye contact means dislocating his head 180 degrees. There, in the shadowy corner, is a taxidermy hare. It plays dead, limp, a hawk’s feather inches from its chest.*

A figure suddenly appears out of no where. There was a sound of electrical sparks, and snapping before the figure stumbles out of thin air and falls to the ground.

They appear as about 5'2, have shaggy messy shoulder length brown hair, broad stature, soft but angular face, and their eyes have a rounded more droopy look. Their left eye remains closed.

They have a thick dark brown letterman jacket with a simple black t-shirt, and simple straight cut jeans. Their shoes are just casual red sneakers.

Their open eye darts around when they finally lift their head to look around.

They have no clue where they are, or how they got here.

*Their hand squishes against something cold and wet. A bitter fetor oozes out into the air. Their eyes adjust only to find a hollow socket staring back. The other, hidden behind a crimson mask in the shape of a rabbit, clings to their finger. Surrounding it, completely absent of a body, a human head. One which groans at the intrusion.*

"S-Sorry-- Where the fuck am I now?"

"Coolsville?"

They seem extremely confused...

"Uh... I was in Mangrove City... And... now I'm in some random person's attic..."

... They sigh and huff as they stand back up.

"I was just walking home, man this is some bullshit."

They aren't entirely surprised it seems, but they are confused.

"So... Who are you? I haven't seen something like you before, not that can talk at least."

“Mhm…”

*Shambling out of the darkness on hands and knees, a sallow, headless form. From its neck seeps a noxiously sterile, frothing substance. A nurse’s gown hangs from its bony frame. It hunches before them, sitting in wait. Every laden breath echos through its throat like some macabre pipe organ.*

*It’s stitches seem to disconnected where the lost head’s begins, their patterns a mirror.*

"Oh fuck no!"

They stare for a moment and take another deep breath.

"Ah uh... Okay.. Terri... I'm Alex."

They take a second to notice the stitching matching.

"Oh um... That yours?"

They are so fucking confused...

*The body’s neck jerks in what would be a nodding motion. As its outstretched hand is caught just under the light, Alex can see every screw that holds its bones together. When Terri’s head is recentered, the disorientation is immediate. Gut flinches from the light, stomach audibly roiling. Gut hunches into gutselves, every dry heave pushing guts vertebrae taught against the skin. It’s all the sights and sounds of a particularly gruesome hairball.*

*After what can only be described as a lifetime of discomfort, gut swallows back the rest of guts sickness with a nauseating gulp.*

“…I—I’m what’s left behind. I’m the parts folks want to remember. You could say I tell the history of those that can’t speak for themselves.”

“Well, taxidermy isn’t so different from other history, is it? It’s just putting keeping the pieces together, isn’t it?”

*As gut speaks the word the word “taxidermy”, gut scratches guts chin in such a way to rub the mask of a hare that conceals guts face.*

"You alright? That sounded and looked painful as hell."

Alex pauses and listens to what Terri says. Guts wording seems particularly interesting to Alex.

"I can see taxidermy as such. Kinda like pieces of a time and attempting to keep them forever?... I can get the history of ones that can't speak anymore, but from a very different perspective for me."

They think for a moment again.

"But what do ya mean you are taxidermy? Startin to think I'm not even in my world."

“Happens. Doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

“All of the smart folks, they say objects have dimensions, you’re circles and your spheres and whatnot and such forth. Can you see it? Now, what about what all you can’t see? What dimension is our soul? What dimensions is our flesh and blood? Now you can. He’s here with you now.”

A figure suddenly appears out of no where. There was a sound of electrical sparks, and snapping before the figure stumbles out of thin air and falls to the ground.

They appear as about 5'2, have shaggy messy shoulder length brown hair, broad stature, soft but angular face, and their eyes have a rounded more droopy look. Their left eye remains closed.

They have a thick dark brown letterman jacket with a simple black t-shirt, and simple straight cut jeans. Their shoes are just casual red sneakers.

Their open eye darts around when they finally lift their head to look around.

They have no clue where they are, or how they got here.

*Their hand squishes against something cold and wet. A bitter fetor oozes out into the air. Their eyes adjust only to find a hollow socket staring back. The other, hidden behind a crimson mask in the shape of a rabbit, clings to their finger. Surrounding it, completely absent of a body, a human head. One which groans at the intrusion.*

"S-Sorry-- Where the fuck am I now?"

"Coolsville?"

They seem extremely confused...

"Uh... I was in Mangrove City... And... now I'm in some random person's attic..."

... They sigh and huff as they stand back up.

"I was just walking home, man this is some bullshit."

They aren't entirely surprised it seems, but they are confused.

"So... Who are you? I haven't seen something like you before, not that can talk at least."

“Mhm…”

*Shambling out of the darkness on hands and knees, a sallow, headless form. From its neck seeps a noxiously sterile, frothing substance. A nurse’s gown hangs from its bony frame. It hunches before them, sitting in wait. Every laden breath echos through its throat like some macabre pipe organ.*

*It’s stitches seem to disconnected where the lost head’s begins, their patterns a mirror.*

"Oh fuck no!"

They stare for a moment and take another deep breath.

"Ah uh... Okay.. Terri... I'm Alex."

They take a second to notice the stitching matching.

"Oh um... That yours?"

They are so fucking confused...

*The body’s neck jerks in what would be a nodding motion. As its outstretched hand is caught just under the light, Alex can see every screw that holds its bones together. When Terri’s head is recentered, the disorientation is immediate. Gut flinches from the light, stomach audibly roiling. Gut hunches into gutselves, every dry heave pushing guts vertebrae taught against the skin. It’s all the sights and sounds of a particularly gruesome hairball.*

*After what can only be described as a lifetime of discomfort, gut swallows back the rest of guts sickness with a nauseating gulp.*

“…I—I’m what’s left behind. I’m the parts folks want to remember. You could say I tell the history of those that can’t speak for themselves.”

“Well, taxidermy isn’t so different from other history, is it? It’s just putting keeping the pieces together, isn’t it?”

[[ @hlf-a-prsn ]]

[Jerry was playing with one of is spiders when he heard the scratching..]

Hm..?.. How strange...

[He carefully picks up the spider, placing it on his shoulder as he goes to investigate... Did someone welcome themself in?... Maybe someone looking to admire the collection! But that scent... reminded him of Lawrence's disinfectants...]

Ah... Hello there..? Did you let yourself in?

[Jerry squeaks and flitches away. Well thats new- He carefully approaches, looking it over.]

W-wow-... Okay- uhhh....

[He looks over at the entrance.]

You... Wanna go out..? Did you fall in?... here- uhh-

[Carefully he picks it up and carries it to the entrance-]

[Jerry curiously opens the drawer's entrance a bit more, peaking out of it to greet whomever this person was...]

. . . Yes, I am?... Is this yours?

Golly...

Well uh- If you wanted to look around- I really don't mind- I love having company!

Ah.... Are you a new object? Might I get your name?

Oh uh... w-what a coincidence- My name is Jerry! How fun- Well it's a pleasure to meet you-

I'm the local junk drawer of this office- Aaand collector-

“What a coincidence…”

*Her hand, spurred to inspiration, hits the ground running with a wet plop.*

“Huh…”

*It finds its destination at the desiccated fly, absently stroking what’s left of its exoskeleton.*

Oh- Ahh-

[Jerry is immediately distracted by her hand becoming dislodged- watching as the appendage skitters off to his dead fly, comfortably perched on it's display... that is to say the table it died on. Seeing the hand stroke the corpse, he tenses a bit-]

Ah- Yes, just- Be very gentle- I- Don't really enjoy people touching my collection-!

[He stammered out, trying not to be rude about it-]

A figure suddenly appears out of no where. There was a sound of electrical sparks, and snapping before the figure stumbles out of thin air and falls to the ground.

They appear as about 5'2, have shaggy messy shoulder length brown hair, broad stature, soft but angular face, and their eyes have a rounded more droopy look. Their left eye remains closed.

They have a thick dark brown letterman jacket with a simple black t-shirt, and simple straight cut jeans. Their shoes are just casual red sneakers.

Their open eye darts around when they finally lift their head to look around.

They have no clue where they are, or how they got here.

*Their hand squishes against something cold and wet. A bitter fetor oozes out into the air. Their eyes adjust only to find a hollow socket staring back. The other, hidden behind a crimson mask in the shape of a rabbit, clings to their finger. Surrounding it, completely absent of a body, a human head. One which groans at the intrusion.*

"S-Sorry-- Where the fuck am I now?"

"Coolsville?"

They seem extremely confused...

"Uh... I was in Mangrove City... And... now I'm in some random person's attic..."

... They sigh and huff as they stand back up.

"I was just walking home, man this is some bullshit."

They aren't entirely surprised it seems, but they are confused.

"So... Who are you? I haven't seen something like you before, not that can talk at least."

“Mhm…”

*Shambling out of the darkness on hands and knees, a sallow, headless form. From its neck seeps a noxiously sterile, frothing substance. A nurse’s gown hangs from its bony frame. It hunches before them, sitting in wait. Every laden breath echos through its throat like some macabre pipe organ.*

*It’s stitches seem to disconnected where the lost head’s begins, their patterns a mirror.*

A figure suddenly appears out of no where. There was a sound of electrical sparks, and snapping before the figure stumbles out of thin air and falls to the ground.

They appear as about 5'2, have shaggy messy shoulder length brown hair, broad stature, soft but angular face, and their eyes have a rounded more droopy look. Their left eye remains closed.

They have a thick dark brown letterman jacket with a simple black t-shirt, and simple straight cut jeans. Their shoes are just casual red sneakers.

Their open eye darts around when they finally lift their head to look around.

They have no clue where they are, or how they got here.

*Their hand squishes against something cold and wet. A bitter fetor oozes out into the air. Their eyes adjust only to find a hollow socket staring back. The other, hidden behind a crimson mask in the shape of a rabbit, clings to their finger. Surrounding it, completely absent of a body, a human head. One which groans at the intrusion.*

"S-Sorry-- Where the fuck am I now?"

[[ @hlf-a-prsn ]]

[Jerry was playing with one of is spiders when he heard the scratching..]

Hm..?.. How strange...

[He carefully picks up the spider, placing it on his shoulder as he goes to investigate... Did someone welcome themself in?... Maybe someone looking to admire the collection! But that scent... reminded him of Lawrence's disinfectants...]

Ah... Hello there..? Did you let yourself in?

[Jerry squeaks and flitches away. Well thats new- He carefully approaches, looking it over.]

W-wow-... Okay- uhhh....

[He looks over at the entrance.]

You... Wanna go out..? Did you fall in?... here- uhh-

[Carefully he picks it up and carries it to the entrance-]

[Jerry curiously opens the drawer's entrance a bit more, peaking out of it to greet whomever this person was...]

. . . Yes, I am?... Is this yours?

Golly...

Well uh- If you wanted to look around- I really don't mind- I love having company!

Ah.... Are you a new object? Might I get your name?

Oh uh... w-what a coincidence- My name is Jerry! How fun- Well it's a pleasure to meet you-

I'm the local junk drawer of this office- Aaand collector-

“What a coincidence…”

*Her hand, spurred to inspiration, hits the ground running with a wet plop.*

“Huh…”

*It finds its destination at the desiccated fly, absently stroking what’s left of its exoskeleton.*

[[ @hlf-a-prsn ]]

[Jerry was playing with one of is spiders when he heard the scratching..]

Hm..?.. How strange...

[He carefully picks up the spider, placing it on his shoulder as he goes to investigate... Did someone welcome themself in?... Maybe someone looking to admire the collection! But that scent... reminded him of Lawrence's disinfectants...]

Ah... Hello there..? Did you let yourself in?

[Jerry squeaks and flitches away. Well thats new- He carefully approaches, looking it over.]

W-wow-... Okay- uhhh....

[He looks over at the entrance.]

You... Wanna go out..? Did you fall in?... here- uhh-

[Carefully he picks it up and carries it to the entrance-]

[Jerry curiously opens the drawer's entrance a bit more, peaking out of it to greet whomever this person was...]

. . . Yes, I am?... Is this yours?

Golly...

Well uh- If you wanted to look around- I really don't mind- I love having company!

Ah.... Are you a new object? Might I get your name?

[[ @hlf-a-prsn ]]

[Jerry was playing with one of is spiders when he heard the scratching..]

Hm..?.. How strange...

[He carefully picks up the spider, placing it on his shoulder as he goes to investigate... Did someone welcome themself in?... Maybe someone looking to admire the collection! But that scent... reminded him of Lawrence's disinfectants...]

Ah... Hello there..? Did you let yourself in?

[Jerry squeaks and flitches away. Well thats new- He carefully approaches, looking it over.]

W-wow-... Okay- uhhh....

[He looks over at the entrance.]

You... Wanna go out..? Did you fall in?... here- uhh-

[Carefully he picks it up and carries it to the entrance-]

[Jerry curiously opens the drawer's entrance a bit more, peaking out of it to greet whomever this person was...]

. . . Yes, I am?... Is this yours?

[[ @hlf-a-prsn ]]

[Jerry was playing with one of is spiders when he heard the scratching..]

Hm..?.. How strange...

[He carefully picks up the spider, placing it on his shoulder as he goes to investigate... Did someone welcome themself in?... Maybe someone looking to admire the collection! But that scent... reminded him of Lawrence's disinfectants...]

Ah... Hello there..? Did you let yourself in?

[Jerry squeaks and flitches away. Well thats new- He carefully approaches, looking it over.]

W-wow-... Okay- uhhh....

[He looks over at the entrance.]

You... Wanna go out..? Did you fall in?... here- uhh-

[Carefully he picks it up and carries it to the entrance-]

[[ @hlf-a-prsn ]]

[Jerry was playing with one of is spiders when he heard the scratching..]

Hm..?.. How strange...

[He carefully picks up the spider, placing it on his shoulder as he goes to investigate... Did someone welcome themself in?... Maybe someone looking to admire the collection! But that scent... reminded him of Lawrence's disinfectants...]

Ah... Hello there..? Did you let yourself in?