massive WIP of a fanadventure

Of course!!

This is Mudstein the Connoisseur of Mud. But you just call him Muddy for short.

He’s been quite the pal since you got him! Never failing to cheer you up, although, all amphibians tend to have that effect on you.

Oh! No, he’s just an axolotl. You have no idea where you got that information from, you’re pretty sure aB gave you it? But then again she has some... weird ideas about the world sometimes.

Your lusus is a little bit... bigger.

Maybe you are? You don’t know what a baby is, though.

What in fuck’s name is a macarena.

Oh?

Why hello there!

Seems like you were busy with something, so we’ll skip the introduction this time as well.

It looks like--

There are those lights again! You’re outside already now, quick, go investigate! Maybe you can catch them this time!

Rude. But then again, being rude is kind of your whole thing.

You open your mouth in order to speak and-- oh.

You didn’t even have to ask.

Absolutely.

She towers over you, looking at you with red glimmering eyes. You always feel slightly uneasy whenever she does this, but she never has meant you any harm, so why?

...Maybe those eyes are a bit creepy. Huh.

She drops down low when you stretch out your hand, ready to strike--

Using love and affection as a weapon.

Well, you would do that if it weren’t for the fact you seemed to have been snowed in during the past 20 minutes or so.

You exasperatedly gesture at the now very white window. See? No point in looking outside. Melancholic or not--

OH.

It’s just your lusus.

...

No. What are you? A tealblood?

Ha! Well, bold of this person to assume you have eyes to begin with. Behind these cloudy spectacles (which sK would love to get their little grubby hands on) are two dark holes showing only fury and destruction. You wouldn’t want to see that! Would you?

...

You do?

HA! Foiled again by the master of trickery: Hazael Silvet!-- who am I kidding, nobody fell for that stupid fucking joke. I was right about the two dark holes, though. By the stars, what happened to your eyes? Were they always like that? They were? Oh you poor soul. Better cover those up quickly again.

It’s done updating.

You eagerly click on you and sD’s dm’s. Hopefully you’ve not missed her for too long, she doesn’t tend to get cranky about that, but you don’t want to take any risks.

...huh. That doesn’t usually happen.

You become slightly uneasy, worried about whatever must’ve happened to be this important. Yet of course, you remain your cool persona.

Yes, this is the tone you always talk in.

You feel slightly bad for possibly making her upset, but--

...

What

Is this her way of getting back at you? Did you leave her to wait for too long? What the fuck.

No. No, she couldn’t possibly have fallen for that. Either she’s making some kind of awful twisted joke, or she’s genuinely losing her mind. Possibly both. Maybe you’ll just leave her be for a while. Yeah. That’s probably a better idea than politely asking her to stop, she’ll figure it out!

Rude. 

No, you don’t, actually. The only feeling you know is PAIN.

Yet, somehow, your mind wanders to them. They somehow always managed to cheer you up back then. You don’t really have any bad memories of them, to be honest.

You really wish you were Jaredd, 9.5 sweeps.

The urge. Is strong. You try to resist, you try so damn hard to resist. What would they think of y– no. No. They would think you were cool actually. It’s her you have to watch out for. You have to. You must resist the urge.

You fail to resist the urge.

you remember (thank the stars) that you have unread messages waiting for you. You settle down behind your Ultra-Fast Portable Computing Device and try to load up the Conversation Service--

Oh for fucks sake.

It needs to update.

Luckily, your Ultra-Fast Networking Connection seems to be working a bit faster than usual!

Which doesn’t say much.

Because you live all by yourself in an isolated mountain valley with not even a single lost wriggler to cry for your help nearby.

Well. Since you have nothing better to do.

The outside is the same as usual. A calm night, moonlight reflecting across the lake a bit down below. It definitely looks… serene. Many trolls would love to come across here for a hike, and yet this place is as deserted as it could be.

Sometimes you swear you can see lights from the opposite side of the lake, but you’ve been there. There’s no cabin other than yours in this place. You’ve checked for traces of hikers more than once, and never have you seen any waste that had gotten left behind.

You’re alone.

There’s not anything to discover, really. Names are, well? Names? You’ve had them for several sweeps. Even if you did change it throughout your life, you still would’ve… known, because it is your name.

No need to be mysterious, though.

Your name is Hazael Silvet.

It’s a pretty standard name, really. Nothing special, just how it should be. Regardless of this, you’d still rather not share it with any random person you find on the street. Not that you go out a lot to begin with.