Wiley / Wilbur Cross

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

But, hey. Maybe I should finally introduce myself to that husband in person. You’ve always spoke so positively of him. A wonderful replacement, I must at least see him. Talk to him.

..

You love him. Only him? Well. Maybe I’ll have to do something about that.

“Little Peon… Peon..” A voice drawled, voice echoing around Rory’s room. “Peon.. Little Peon… Peony, even. Like those little flowers..”

Another crackle of thunder, before a figure appeared in the corner. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it opened, the single green eye glowing eerily.

Wiley.

— @previously-missing-in-action /nf

[Weather like this was calming, at least to them anyway. They listened to the rain pellet down onto the roof, the unstable metal sheets making loud bangs. At their makeshift desk, they were trying to fix their camera. Poor thing took a tumble earlier before on an expedition at some abandoned shack further into the woods.

Their hands worked mostly on autopilot, small screwdriver finishing up putting a part back into it's respectful place. Their focus was unwavering as they worked. Well. . . Almost.

They stopped once the voice that wasn't theirs decided to make it's appearance. Disrupting, what they'd call, a peaceful late night. The young teen didn't even need to think about who's it could be as they turned around, letting out a small huff as they locked eyes with the unfortunately familiar man. Not needing to squint despite the darkness. They studied him for a moment, mouth smoke and all]

🔍> [ They gave him a look, slowly reaching up and grabbing the thing before quickly yanking it back. Setting it nicely back down onto the surface. What a pain. ]

“I ain’t droppin’ it.” It mused, head tilting ever-so slightly. Its green eye didn’t move from where it stared, rather its brown one went to look at Peon.

“If you need some cash, then I guess I can provide somethin’. I’m supposed to be.. Mentorin’ you, or somethin’. Don’t know what ol’ Bliklotep had detailed exactly. But I’m here for you.” It’s eye rolled, before both focused on the item.

[ Like hell they'd accept an offer like that. And let it think were weak? That they can't handle themself? As if.

Rory kept their eyes on it, both in a distrusting and curious way. The way it looked always sparked quite a few questions in their head. Will eventually they look like that?

It was a probable theory, physical changes were close to immediate once their deal was sealed. Brown irises slowly dipping to a purple as the whites of the eyes grew yellow - that was only natural. But how much will their body alter? How long would it be till they looked as inhuman? Did it hurt? Wonder what it looked like before it devoted. . .

Questions to be answered eventually, they hoped. Making a mental note to write down their thoughts on the section on Wiley as a whole in their journal.

They stood from their seat, to be on the same level as it. Well. . .as much as they could be.]

It stared down at them, before shoving the item against their chest and letting go. Allowing them to have it once more.

“Hope. Always a good thing for barely-livin’ things. Helps you push through.”

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

But, hey. Maybe I should finally introduce myself to that husband in person. You’ve always spoke so positively of him. A wonderful replacement, I must at least see him. Talk to him.

“Little Peon… Peon..” A voice drawled, voice echoing around Rory’s room. “Peon.. Little Peon… Peony, even. Like those little flowers..”

Another crackle of thunder, before a figure appeared in the corner. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it opened, the single green eye glowing eerily.

Wiley.

— @previously-missing-in-action /nf

[Weather like this was calming, at least to them anyway. They listened to the rain pellet down onto the roof, the unstable metal sheets making loud bangs. At their makeshift desk, they were trying to fix their camera. Poor thing took a tumble earlier before on an expedition at some abandoned shack further into the woods.

Their hands worked mostly on autopilot, small screwdriver finishing up putting a part back into it's respectful place. Their focus was unwavering as they worked. Well. . . Almost.

They stopped once the voice that wasn't theirs decided to make it's appearance. Disrupting, what they'd call, a peaceful late night. The young teen didn't even need to think about who's it could be as they turned around, letting out a small huff as they locked eyes with the unfortunately familiar man. Not needing to squint despite the darkness. They studied him for a moment, mouth smoke and all]

🔍> [ They gave him a look, slowly reaching up and grabbing the thing before quickly yanking it back. Setting it nicely back down onto the surface. What a pain. ]

“I ain’t droppin’ it.” It mused, head tilting ever-so slightly. Its green eye didn’t move from where it stared, rather its brown one went to look at Peon.

“If you need some cash, then I guess I can provide somethin’. I’m supposed to be.. Mentorin’ you, or somethin’. Don’t know what ol’ Bliklotep had detailed exactly. But I’m here for you.” It’s eye rolled, before both focused on the item.

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]

“Little Peon… Peon..” A voice drawled, voice echoing around Rory’s room. “Peon.. Little Peon… Peony, even. Like those little flowers..”

Another crackle of thunder, before a figure appeared in the corner. Smoke billowed from its mouth as it opened, the single green eye glowing eerily.

Wiley.

— @previously-missing-in-action /nf

[Weather like this was calming, at least to them anyway. They listened to the rain pellet down onto the roof, the unstable metal sheets making loud bangs. At their makeshift desk, they were trying to fix their camera. Poor thing took a tumble earlier before on an expedition at some abandoned shack further into the woods.

Their hands worked mostly on autopilot, small screwdriver finishing up putting a part back into it's respectful place. Their focus was unwavering as they worked. Well. . . Almost.

They stopped once the voice that wasn't theirs decided to make it's appearance. Disrupting, what they'd call, a peaceful late night. The young teen didn't even need to think about who's it could be as they turned around, letting out a small huff as they locked eyes with the unfortunately familiar man. Not needing to squint despite the darkness. They studied him for a moment, mouth smoke and all]

- [ @previously-missing-in-action ]