what does the blot guy do in their free time,,,, important information for research purposes….(drawing)
Because I'm bored, I'm writing a small snippet for this and also because it's cute
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Morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The air still held the lingering warmth of your presence, the faintest imprint of where you'd lain on the bed moments ago. The Blot wasted no time slipping onto the mattress the second you left, curling into the space you had abandoned.
It wasn’t allowed on the bed while you were in it—your rules were absolute in that regard—but the moment you were gone, it claimed the spot greedily, pressing itself into the residual heat. Its gaze wandered over your room, drinking in every detail, every trace of you. It could feel your presence fading as you departed from Ramshackle, your friends trailing after you.
Of course, it could follow. The contract allowed it to retreat into the ring on your finger, just as it had in the beginning. But after that first night, when the ring burned hot while you showered, you had scolded it for invading your privacy. It had learned then that it was not welcome at all times, only when you deemed it necessary.
Which, much to its irritation, was not often.
That would need to be fixed.
After lingering in your absence for a while, the Blot eventually materialized in the dorm’s kitchen. Its inky form hovered silently over the remnants of last night's dinner. The Yuus had attempted a new recipe—something from the Sunset Savanna. Judging by their excitement, it had been delicious. The mess left behind, however, was less than delightful.
It had intended only to clean a few dishes. That was how it started. But one thing led to another, and soon it found itself methodically tidying the entire dorm, careful not to disturb the residents who remained unaware of its existence. An old tune hummed from its lips as it worked, reverberating softly through the halls. Enchanted portraits shrank away from it, their painted figures cowering within their frames. That earned a quiet, amused chuckle.
By noon, the dorm was immaculate. It was satisfied, if only slightly. At the very least, it had lightened your burdens—though you would likely never realize it.
No thanks, no recognition.
"Truly... you don’t even see me as a person." it murmured, retreating once more to your bed. It curled up, burying its face in your pillow, inhaling the faint traces of your scent.
It was stifling, this existence.
There was nothing to do. None of its old hobbies were an option—too many potential witnesses. Too many risks.
Its gaze drifted across the room and landed on something small and innocuous.
A ball of yarn.
Grim’s, it noted. But it was your favorite color.
It rose soundlessly, slinking across the floor to retrieve the yarn, running its fingers over the soft strands. A flicker of satisfaction curled in its chest. Did anyone else even know your favorite color? Besides itself, of course.
A quiet, possessive sort of pride settled within it as it searched for more materials. A bit of wire. Some more yarn.
Simple tools.
A simple craft.
Something it had once enjoyed.
A dull sense of nostalgia washed over it as it shaped the wire into a humanoid form, winding the yarn around it with delicate precision. The room was silent save for the faint rustling of thread against wire, the Blot wholly absorbed in its work. Its thoughts quieted, its usual restlessness fading as it fell into a steady rhythm.
The room smelled like you.
Held all your things.
Was yours.
That, more than anything, soothed it.
You wouldn’t understand just how entangled you were with it.
When you finally returned home, chatting with Yuuna as you walked through the halls, you exchanged parting waves before entering your room.
The door creaked open, and the moment you stepped inside, a soft clattering sound drew your attention to the floor.
Your breath caught.
Every single popsicle stick and toothpick in the dorm—even sticks from the nearby woods—had been gathered and meticulously arranged into small towns and structures. Tiny, handcrafted buildings filled the space, delicate and intricate, a testament to hours of effort.
But it was the figures that truly struck you.
The town was populated with countless small yarn dolls, each slightly different from the next, carefully crafted, their details eerily precise.
And off in the distance, beneath what appeared to be a large tree—though, on closer inspection, it seemed to be an entire unearthed bush for some reason—two dolls lay together.
One black. One smaller, resting on top of it.
Napping together.
The Blot was nowhere in sight.
But its presence lingered. Watching. Waiting.
Almost... afraid.
"I'm going to shower, this better be clean when I'm back." you announced into the quiet room.
A faint shift in the air, the room growing cold with its apparent sadness.
You moved to gather your things, but as you passed the town, your gaze flickered back to the two small yarn dolls. After a pause, you reached down, gently lifting them.
You separated them from the wooden town, carrying them to your bed, and carefully posed them together on your pillow before stepping out of the room.
The ring burned hotter.
So to answer your question, The Blot is a crafty little guy! It also cleans when it feels the need to. The Blot doesn't have much it can do due to certain limitations, but it works with what it has. You often find yourself returning home to little projects, causing you to occasionally buy crafting items for the Blot if its on sale at Mr. S's Mystery Shop. (sorry for writing some whole ass thing lmao)
Also here's the described yarn dolls! I used to make these myself when I was younger.
