#beaniebaal

....and that he's kind of handsome. yeah. just kind of

✨Ori gives Beanie a SINGLE expresso bean

Rafe knew something was wrong the moment Hex entered the room smiling.

Not the usual faint, cosmic-smug expression that suggested mild amusement at mortal despair. No. This was worse. This was a pleased smile. The kind that preceded irreversible psychological damage.

“…Why are you happy,” Rafe said immediately, backing up a step.

Hex said nothing. He simply lifted one hand and gestured to his shoulder.

Something small peeked over the edge.

It was white. Smooth. Boneless in a way that made Rafe’s soul attempt to leave his body. Two tiny ears wobbled with unsettling enthusiasm as the creature pulled itself fully into view, perched atop Hex like an accessory from a nightmare.

“Why hello there, purdy one!” it chirped brightly. “Are we gonna do the friendship!? Are we gonna become the BESTIES!? Greetings, comrade!”

Rafe screamed.

Not internally. Not with dignity. Aloud. Immediately.

He hit the opposite wall with impressive speed for someone whose powers were ice-based and not, in fact, flight.

Hex watched calmly. “This is Beanie.”

“I KNOW THAT,” Rafe shrieked, clinging to a bookshelf. “WHY DOES IT TALK. WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THAT.”

Beanie leaned forward on Hex’s shoulder, somehow leaning despite having no visible bones. “Oh my goodness! He is SO excited to see me!”

“I AM NOT EXCITED,” Rafe snapped. “I AM EXPERIENCING A MEDICAL EVENT.”

Hex reached up and gently steadied Beanie as it bounced. “Beanie enjoys making friends.”

“WE ARE NOT FRIENDS.”

Beanie gasped — a tiny, dramatic sound. “Not yet!”

It vanished.

Rafe froze. Very slowly: “Where did it go.”

A soft, delighted voice spoke directly behind his ear. “Friendship… requires proximity!”

Rafe made a noise not recognized by modern science and teleported across the room in a burst of frost, knocking over a chair on arrival.

Hex, still in the same spot, regarded the situation with deep serenity as Beanie reappeared on his shoulder like nothing had happened.

“You’re terrorizing him,”

Beanie beamed. “We’re bonding!”

Rafe dragged both hands down his face. “I fear no god,” he muttered hoarsely. “But that thing… that thing was not made by any merciful universe.”

Beanie waved one tiny limb. “Besties pending!”

Hex nodded once, as though this were a perfectly reasonable and inevitable outcome.

By Ori✨

A packet of sprinkles

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--Sonic

----Creepypastas

------Hazbinhotel

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Curious thoughts? Silly asks? Deep lore? Send them anon or not and you might get a drawn response in return 👀💛 Come say hi.

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-The Rabbit (only speaks verbally to Hex and BeanieB, you may get an expression reaction tho) 🐰

-Beanie Baal 🐇

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The church is quiet in the way it always is.

Listening.

Breathing through paint and fractured glass.

The Rabbit is mid-motion something between a stretch and a poised stillness, her attention split between a half-finished canvas and the mirror that never quite reflects correctly.

Hex stands nearby, exactly where he prefers to be: present, unhurried, untouched by urgency.

“…You’ve been particularly industrious,” he murmurs, his golden gaze drifting over the canvases like one might admire a gallery curated specifically for them.

The Rabbit flicks an ear in acknowledgment.

And then

Something falls from the ceiling.

Not drops.

Not descends.

Falls.

A long, boneless shape unfolds mid-air like fabric reconsidering its purpose, stretches once...twice....and then lands directly across Hex’s shoulders with a soft, victorious fwump.

“…Salutations, most illustrious and unfathomably correct entity,” Beanie declares grandly, draped like a very opinionated scarf. “I have arrived.”

Hex does not startle.

He does not flinch.

He simply exhales.

“…Of course you have.”

The Rabbit freezes.

Her head turns slowly, gaze locking onto the new variable that interrupted the flow of the room.

Beanie, sensing attention, rotates their entire upper half upside down without moving their lower half at all.

“Ah! Mistress of Mirror and Magnificent Menace!” they chirp, switching tones instantly, voice bright and delighted. “Dost thou wish for a squibble? I am replete with squibbles this fine—whatever this is!”

The Rabbit stares.

Not confused.

Not amused.

Just… assessing. She blinks once recognizing the small white creature. A smile gracing her pale features.

Beanie beams.

Hex reaches up at last, gently taking a handful of Beanie’s… form (it obligingly squishes) and lifting them just enough to settle them more comfortably around his shoulders.

“You’re shedding again,” he notes mildly using a careful talon to pluck what could be excused as white fur from his strong shoulder.

“I am expanding,” Beanie corrects with dignity, immediately elongating down his back like a living sash. “It is a sign of excellent emotional health.”

“…Mm.”

The Rabbit steps closer.

Slow.

Measured.

Beanie notices instantly.

Their entire form perks if something boneless can be said to perk.

“Oh! Oh! Inspection! I adore inspection!”

They stretch just a little...reaching toward her with a soft, wiggling enthusiasm.

The Rabbit does not retreat.

She leans in instead, smiling and tucking a long white silk strand behind one of her human ears.

Close enough that her presence distorts the edges of Beanie’s already questionable shape.

A pause.

She pokes them.

Once.

Very deliberately.

Beanie gasps.

A full, theatrical intake of nonexistent breath.

“I have been acknowledged,” they whisper, awestruck.

Hex hums softly.

“That tends to happen when you make yourself unavoidable.”

Beanie immediately flops sideways off his shoulders/

.lands without landing

and puddles at The Rabbit’s feet like a delighted, sentient scarf, before POPPING into a soft vague bunny shape

“Carry me,” they demand sweetly. “Or do not! I shall simply be here in a manner that suggests I am meant to be carried!”

The Rabbit tilts her head.

Then, without hesitation, she scoops them up.

Not carefully.

Not roughly.

Just… decisively.

Beanie melts into her hands with a pleased little wiggle, reformed into something vaguely rabbit-shaped but still far too soft to be structurally sound.

“Ahhhh,” they sigh. “This is correct. This is extremely correct.”

Hex watches them both, expression softening just a fraction.

“…You’ve made a decision,” he observes.

The Rabbit glances at him.

A flicker of that same instinctive certainty.

Beanie nods solemnly from her arms.

“She has, my liege. I concur with her entirely, though I have not the faintest idea what it is.”

“Of course you don’t.”

Beanie beams.

The Rabbit shifts slightly, adjusting her hold subtle, instinctive...keeping Beanie close while her gaze returns, inevitably, to Hex.

The moment settles.

Strange.

Balanced.

Hex’s attention lingers on them on the way chaos has inserted itself into something otherwise ritualistic… and been accepted without question.

“…Very well,” he murmurs.

Beanie perks up again.

“Is it snack time?”

“No.”

“A tragedy.”

The Rabbit makes a soft sound, something low, something pleased.

Beanie immediately echoes it in a wildly inaccurate but enthusiastic attempt.

Hex closes his eyes briefly, something like a quiet laugh escaping him.

“…I see this is my evening now.”

Beanie nods.

“Indeed. You are booked.”

Sunlight spills through the curtains. The house smells faintly of tea and toasted bread.

Rabbit sits at the table, composed. Almost suspiciously composed.

Hex stands at the counter, equally calm.

There is a charged quiet between them, the kind that hums softly under the skin.

Beanie squints at them from across the table.

“…Something happened,” Beanie says.

Nothing.

Hex stirs his tea, which smells of elderberry's and hibiscus.

Rabbit takes a very measured sip.

Beanie gasps.

“You SHARED A GRAHAM CRACKER.”

Hex nearly chokes.

Rabbit’s ears flick.

“That’s how it starts,” Beanie continues gravely. “First you split a snack. Then you sit closer than regulation friendship distance. Then suddenly you’re emotionally entangled and arguing about curtain colors.”

“We are not arguing about curtains,” Hex mutters.

“Yet,” Beanie says ominously.

Beanie climbs onto the table. Uninvited. Of course.

“As the only neutral and wise party here, I will now provide guidance.”

“No,” Hex says immediately.

“Yes,” Beanie says immediately louder.

Beanie points at Rabbit.

“You must maintain mystery. Never reveal your full snack inventory.”

Beanie swivels dramatically toward Hex.

“You must nod thoughtfully at least once per day. Even if you are confused.”

“I am rarely confused,” Hex replies coolly.

Beanie narrows its eyes. “Dangerous. Overconfidence leads to shared bank accounts.”

Rabbit makes the fatal mistake of laughing.

Beanie takes this as encouragement.

“And physical affection,” Beanie continues, lowering its voice conspiratorially, “should be approached with caution. Too much and you fuse. Too little and you drift into rival pen pal status.”

Hex sets his cup down slowly.

“Beanie,” he says, with the calm of someone restraining ancient violence.

“Yes?”

“You have never experienced romance.”

Beanie puffs up indignantly.

“I once held hands for three consecutive minutes.”

“With who?” Rabbit asks gently.

Beanie hesitates.

“…It may have been a coat rack.”

Silence.

Beanie straightens.

“MY POINT REMAINS.”

Rabbit is fully smiling now, soft and bright.

Hex glances at her and that glance says everything Beanie thinks its diagnosing.

Beanie squints.

“…Oh,” Beanie breathes.

A pause.

Then, in a much softer voice

“Did you at least enjoy the graham cracker?”

Rabbit’s gaze flicks to Hex.

Hex doesn’t look away this time.

“Yes,” he says.

Beanie nods solemnly.

“Good. Then you may continue.”

Beanie hops down from the table, mission accomplished.

“Also,” Beanie adds over its shoulder, “if you ever need tips on long-term partnership, I have diagrams.”

There are no diagrams.

There will never be diagrams.

But Beanie absolutely believes there are.