METAL CRUSHER

CANON DIVERGENT / LITERATE / MOSTLY SELECTIVE / MULTISHIP / MULTIMUSE / LOW ACTIVITY MYSTERY SKULLS ANIMATED, Mystery Skulls Investigation, Indie.

Haaaai guys! I couldn't really keep myself away from the MSA community for so long after and ended up revamping the old blog back up after being gone for a long while! It's nice to be back btw with y'all.

If ya like some nice paranormal action with a bit of silly ghost fun along the way? A little snowball thrown in your face as you're being chased by a monster? I got this homey little blog just for you! We like to chill in this little Tempo town in the middle of texas.

Would ya like to try out our fishy pizza? We always got a seat ready for ya if you dont mind seeing spirits roaming around these hot parts of the ol' west!

Just remember to say hello to the lovely fire wrath when ya stop by tho. He likes good manners like any other!

📺⭐🟥⭕ His chest is pounding. They've noticed, ohh they've noticed... How could they not? That's what he wanted, right? For them to notice him? A jolt of panic burns through him when they turn to look at their TV's screen, a feeling like being shot a confused glare right into his heart. He scrunches up like a scolded dog, finding himself consciously having to fight some urge to just act correctly, every inch of his being begging him to stop fighting and just be a TV. You're their appliance, nothing more. You do not talk! A king in the face of a god, it makes his hands shake and wring together, a 'sorry to bother you' on the tip of his tongue transporting him right back to his door-to-door salesman days. It makes him lower his volume-- green audio bars appearing and reducing a few notches down, but not enough that he can't be heard.

His owner is moving rapidly. What are they doing? Looking for something? Right. The remote. He expected that-- everyone always looks for the remote, some way to take control of what seems like a haywire situation. They might just shut him off in a panic to stop the cacophony he's making-- he needs to stop them! If they get the remote he can't fight the signal-- hell, he can't even fight it in the dark world, let alone there.

What did they call him, when they first met? Salacious? A cad? Then here in the dark of their room he'll try to take that shape. Someone that misbehaves. This time he leans forward and pushes both hands to the screen, as if he almost hoped to push through it, far less hesitation.

Static. " WAIT wait wait! Hold it-- " Some panicked stock expert. " Just keep your eyes on me! " A music video. " Don't change that channel! " A bumper from some children's network. " Stay tuned! " Another ad bumper. " This is a very important message-- " A drug PSA. " This is a message from-- " A medical lawsuit PSA " Your TV-- " Another part of the TV's looping tutorial channel. " Please, just talk to me! " A line from some dramatic argument. " I think we should talk... " A sitcom scene with a cliche guitar riff. " I want to thank you--" A person looking at the screen. " Thank you... " A person looking at the screen. " Thank you! " A person looking at the screen. Static.

"Blooky." Hapstablook's looking at the window, the bedroom's door. Growing irritated, and they're using that irritation to mask their underlying nerves.

Their cousin should be coming in any second with the remote in hand, now. Blooky isn't the prankster type, but they had their moments in the past. "It's late, would you just give the remote b—" Hapstablook moved quickly across the room; about to open the door, pillow tucked under their arm (to use as a shield, in case) until—

...WAIT wait wait!!

Oh no. Oh god.

...Important message!

Infomercials? Seriously?

Please, just talk to me!

Their nub is paused, hovering over the doorknob as their gaze turns back to the TV. Their eyes are wider, more alert. That was ... creepy. If they had a heart, it'd be racing right now. The static is intense. This can't be ... Maybe they're just sleep-deprived or something because it seems like this cad of a TV is suddenly... sentient? At this hour? Isn't this like, the witching hour or something? That'd make sense, probably stupid coming from a ghost to think—

Thank you!

They're clutching that pillow. Would it make a difference if they threw the pillow at the TV? They wouldn't wanna break it but what the hell is going on? "Um." Oh god, oh god, oh god. "Blooky?" They still think this is some prank. Their cousins know how much they adore this TV, it'd be a little too mean if they did some kind of prank like ... pretend the TV was really talking to them. "Thank...?"

Snap out of it. This is ridiculous. Yet ... Hapstablook is slowly straying from the door and going back to the TV. Pillow clutched tightly in front of them just in case the TV ... explodes or something, they don't know. "Is this..."

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