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...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

No.

The nail moves up and down and up and down until its path forms a circle, and the flesh inside falls to the floor.

*he looks at nightmare with an expression in his eyes that for anyone else would be mild consternation. on cold, it speaks of agony.*

Nightmare stares at Cold and the small thing that sprouted from his hand.

“Oop!!” Army quickly ducks away back into her hole, leaving Nightmare with nothing in her grasp save for some bloodstains.

*fuck. she isn't afraid of nightmare either, is she? and now he's out of ideas — wait. no, he has one idea left.*

assuming you want this thing out, so uh-

Army pops out again, slightly. She is not perturbed by Nightmare’s size nor vibe. At least, not yet.

ya know~ we could just burn em!

*he pauses chewing twice, once to snap at army, then to answer flinching.*

if you want I could slit your throat so you don't have to keep suffering while we deal with her, it'll likely take about 5 minutes for you to actually die but you'll probably pass out before that, plus if I sever some nerves as well that should at least lessen the pain

does anyone really have to die here?! I'm sure we could use some kind of extraction tool.

she been borrowing around in his body for a while before they even got here

*it's a tempting offer, especially so now that she's made it back out of his arm. he almost accepts — almost.*

The terrible little creature gets an idea.

It bends down and shrieks into the nearest opening.

A nail in his chest. Moving, moving, sawing through muscle and skin and—— there she is, having pushed off another hole over Cold’s heart.

Back in she goes.

*he sticks the tip of his beak in the hole, trying to pluck her out. once again, it fails — she's far too quick for him. lifting his head, he looks up at flinching with desperation.*

*after her previous comment flinch had been standing back and watching with a mix of disappointment and guilt. but the instant she heard the ok she just lit up! she just really wanted to kill someone~*

"Oh hi Army! How are you going?

*the fire spreads rapidly over his body, encouraged by residual fryer oil. as the pain spreads, he grits his teeth, eyes shut tight.*

Army has been carving countless holes in Cold’s chest from the inside, spilling blood and bits of flesh all over feathers and tile. Unfortunately, this means the crackling of fire is extremely audible.

"Uh I don't know TwT the others tend to be pretty uncooperative and also they kinda hate you! So yeah... sorry :<"

"Mmmh..."

Nightmare, back from its little stint in whatever corner it was in, is horrified to see a burning Mr. Cold and surrounding floor tiles. It grabs the nearest extinguisher.

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

No.

The nail moves up and down and up and down until its path forms a circle, and the flesh inside falls to the floor.

*he looks at nightmare with an expression in his eyes that for anyone else would be mild consternation. on cold, it speaks of agony.*

Nightmare stares at Cold and the small thing that sprouted from his hand.

“Oop!!” Army quickly ducks away back into her hole, leaving Nightmare with nothing in her grasp save for some bloodstains.

*fuck. she isn't afraid of nightmare either, is she? and now he's out of ideas — wait. no, he has one idea left.*

assuming you want this thing out, so uh-

Army pops out again, slightly. She is not perturbed by Nightmare’s size nor vibe. At least, not yet.

ya know~ we could just burn em!

*he pauses chewing twice, once to snap at army, then to answer flinching.*

if you want I could slit your throat so you don't have to keep suffering while we deal with her, it'll likely take about 5 minutes for you to actually die but you'll probably pass out before that, plus if I sever some nerves as well that should at least lessen the pain

does anyone really have to die here?! I'm sure we could use some kind of extraction tool.

she been borrowing around in his body for a while before they even got here

*it's a tempting offer, especially so now that she's made it back out of his arm. he almost accepts — almost.*

The terrible little creature gets an idea.

It bends down and shrieks into the nearest opening.

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

No.

The nail moves up and down and up and down until its path forms a circle, and the flesh inside falls to the floor.

*he looks at nightmare with an expression in his eyes that for anyone else would be mild consternation. on cold, it speaks of agony.*

Nightmare stares at Cold and the small thing that sprouted from his hand.

“Oop!!” Army quickly ducks away back into her hole, leaving Nightmare with nothing in her grasp save for some bloodstains.

*fuck. she isn't afraid of nightmare either, is she? and now he's out of ideas — wait. no, he has one idea left.*

assuming you want this thing out, so uh-

Army pops out again, slightly. She is not perturbed by Nightmare’s size nor vibe. At least, not yet.

ya know~ we could just burn em!

*he pauses chewing twice, once to snap at army, then to answer flinching.*

if you want I could slit your throat so you don't have to keep suffering while we deal with her, it'll likely take about 5 minutes for you to actually die but you'll probably pass out before that, plus if I sever some nerves as well that should at least lessen the pain

does anyone really have to die here?! I'm sure we could use some kind of extraction tool.

she been borrowing around in his body for a while before they even got here

*it's a tempting offer, especially so now that she's made it back out of his arm. he almost accepts — almost.*

The terrible little creature gets an idea.

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

No.

The nail moves up and down and up and down until its path forms a circle, and the flesh inside falls to the floor.

*he looks at nightmare with an expression in his eyes that for anyone else would be mild consternation. on cold, it speaks of agony.*

Nightmare stares at Cold and the small thing that sprouted from his hand.

“Oop!!” Army quickly ducks away back into her hole, leaving Nightmare with nothing in her grasp save for some bloodstains.

*fuck. she isn't afraid of nightmare either, is she? and now he's out of ideas — wait. no, he has one idea left.*

assuming you want this thing out, so uh-

Army pops out again, slightly. She is not perturbed by Nightmare’s size nor vibe. At least, not yet.

ya know~ we could just burn em!

*he pauses chewing twice, once to snap at army, then to answer flinching.*

if you want I could slit your throat so you don't have to keep suffering while we deal with her, it'll likely take about 5 minutes for you to actually die but you'll probably pass out before that, plus if I sever some nerves as well that should at least lessen the pain

does anyone really have to die here?! I'm sure we could use some kind of extraction tool.

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

No.

The nail moves up and down and up and down until its path forms a circle, and the flesh inside falls to the floor.

*he looks at nightmare with an expression in his eyes that for anyone else would be mild consternation. on cold, it speaks of agony.*

Nightmare stares at Cold and the small thing that sprouted from his hand.

“Oop!!” Army quickly ducks away back into her hole, leaving Nightmare with nothing in her grasp save for some bloodstains.

*fuck. she isn't afraid of nightmare either, is she? and now he's out of ideas — wait. no, he has one idea left.*

assuming you want this thing out, so uh-

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

No.

The nail moves up and down and up and down until its path forms a circle, and the flesh inside falls to the floor.

*he looks at nightmare with an expression in his eyes that for anyone else would be mild consternation. on cold, it speaks of agony.*

Nightmare stares at Cold and the small thing that sprouted from his hand.

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

*it might as well be locked, with the state of his arms right now. he settles for repeatedly slamming his upper body against the door.*

The door swings open, revealing Nightmare sitting on the floor.

...

And indeed, it does feel as though a bug is crawling on his back. Right between Cold’s wings, in that one spot you can never quite reach.

...

The ‘bug’ stares up at Cold with wide eyes.

...

Army gleefully dodges across Cold’s back, despite having no need to do so.

Blood leaks down Cold’s back into his feathers, but that’s not the only thing falling out of there. Chunks of meat, barely more than fibers are tossed out in strands and chunks.

*it hurts it hurts it hurts*

The pain travels—— no, not travels. It does not leave where it has been as it moves. It grows, like a tumor in reverse. An absence instead of a warped reflection.

A throbbing pain arises in Cold’s shoulder. It feels as though someone is sawing through it, millimeter by millimeter.

*it hurts it's nothing it hurts it nothing hurts*

It’s getting harder to move that arm right. Throbbing soreness aside, it’s just... refusing to move exactly how he wants it to. If at all, of course, but it’s getting limp.

*hurts hurts hurts hurts*

Army spends a few moments wildly slashing at the ruined shoulder before satisfied with the damage.

And yet it still spreads, sprouts. Slower. Faster. Spread out. Ligaments are shoved out of place, cut away as Army carves her tunnels. Through the left shoulder, though blessedly not lingering there.

*HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS HURTS*

heya! sorry it took a while, I got one of my siblings to help and we went kinda overboard, I was originally just gonna come up with some outfit ideas and let you pick but then I was like, 'it wouldn't be much harder to just get all of these', since like half this stuff we could just get from a store, and the other half only needed minor alterations, at least according to con- my con not any of the ones here just fyi, but he's also just stupidly talented with creative stuff, except the cloak that was hand made, admittedly mainly by con but I helped where I could

It stares, absolutely stunned, at all the clothing.

*the hug was expected this time, and Thus immediately reciprocated*

…a..name..?

It looks a bit peeved at the last statement. One of the lightbulbs in the room flickers and then shatters into pieces.

*flinch didn't even notice the broken light bulb (she lives in an abandoned where house, lights flickering and stuff breaking randomly is normal to her), but she did notice the change in tone*

wait- I’m not mad-

... ok...

I’m not mad at you I promise please-

heya! sorry it took a while, I got one of my siblings to help and we went kinda overboard, I was originally just gonna come up with some outfit ideas and let you pick but then I was like, 'it wouldn't be much harder to just get all of these', since like half this stuff we could just get from a store, and the other half only needed minor alterations, at least according to con- my con not any of the ones here just fyi, but he's also just stupidly talented with creative stuff, except the cloak that was hand made, admittedly mainly by con but I helped where I could

It stares, absolutely stunned, at all the clothing.

*the hug was expected this time, and Thus immediately reciprocated*

…a..name..?

It looks a bit peeved at the last statement. One of the lightbulbs in the room flickers and then shatters into pieces.

*flinch didn't even notice the broken light bulb (she lives in an abandoned where house, lights flickering and stuff breaking randomly is normal to her), but she did notice the change in tone*

wait- I’m not mad-

heya! sorry it took a while, I got one of my siblings to help and we went kinda overboard, I was originally just gonna come up with some outfit ideas and let you pick but then I was like, 'it wouldn't be much harder to just get all of these', since like half this stuff we could just get from a store, and the other half only needed minor alterations, at least according to con- my con not any of the ones here just fyi, but he's also just stupidly talented with creative stuff, except the cloak that was hand made, admittedly mainly by con but I helped where I could

It stares, absolutely stunned, at all the clothing.

*the hug was expected this time, and Thus immediately reciprocated*

…a..name..?

It looks a bit peeved at the last statement. One of the lightbulbs in the room flickers and then shatters into pieces.

heya! sorry it took a while, I got one of my siblings to help and we went kinda overboard, I was originally just gonna come up with some outfit ideas and let you pick but then I was like, 'it wouldn't be much harder to just get all of these', since like half this stuff we could just get from a store, and the other half only needed minor alterations, at least according to con- my con not any of the ones here just fyi, but he's also just stupidly talented with creative stuff, except the cloak that was hand made, admittedly mainly by con but I helped where I could

It stares, absolutely stunned, at all the clothing.

*the hug was expected this time, and Thus immediately reciprocated*

…a..name..?

heya! sorry it took a while, I got one of my siblings to help and we went kinda overboard, I was originally just gonna come up with some outfit ideas and let you pick but then I was like, 'it wouldn't be much harder to just get all of these', since like half this stuff we could just get from a store, and the other half only needed minor alterations, at least according to con- my con not any of the ones here just fyi, but he's also just stupidly talented with creative stuff, except the cloak that was hand made, admittedly mainly by con but I helped where I could

It stares, absolutely stunned, at all the clothing.