#bugsy drabble

Loathesome - “The Reeses were roofied.”

Forgotten - “So is it a gay thing with your Evan or…”

Centralia - “Your mom never wanted you.”

Stephbit - “Your kids deserved it.”

Fairmount - “Let’s have a baby.”

Northstar - “Octantis fucked your wife.”

Showbit - “You look like you enjoy anal.”

Deepbit - “So you’re wet.”

Stygianbit - “So, how’s your head?”

McHabit - “Fairmount likes you.”

Evbit - “I met Bigfoot, he ate my ass.”

Jeffbit - “You smell like bacon.”

Boardbit - “If you think about it, stabbing someone is penetration. You penetrated men.”

Evan Gallows - “You should look up Blowfly Girl.”

Voyeurbit - “You should shave your head.”

Octantis - “Northstar called you his brother.”

Alternaria - “Spore me daddy.”

Alternaria - DO NOT KISS HIM. You are going to get SO MUCH black mold in your body.

Showbit - If you don’t mind getting bugs in your mouth then sawed in half, go ahead.

Deepbit - You’ll probably drown, he can’t breath above water well, so he’ll drag you down.

Stygianbit - Why would you kiss a black hole? You will die of the endless succ.

Centralia - At best you’ll get a kiss on the cheek… Then lit on fire. He hates most people.

Loathesome - He does not enjoy it, and you will absolutely end up as his dinner after.

McHabit - You can kiss him, there will be tongue, and then you will probably die in the ballpit.

Jeffbit - He’s not bad at it, but he’s kinda on fire so it won’t go that well for you.

Boardbit - He’s so bad at it, he’s licking your teeth like a creep, but you probably won’t die.

Voyeurbit - He’s awkward, but he’ll kiss you. Fair warning, he might stalk you for a bit after.

Evan Corenthal - He’s even more awkward and will probably freeze up, but you’ll live.

Evbit - He hasn’t kissed a lot of people, but he’s SO EXCITED! Habit will mock you though.

Fairmount - ADORES KISSES! He WILL get attached to you though, be warned.

Octantis - He’s neutral to kisses, but he’ll cup your face with his cold, dead hands. Aww!

Stephbit - She doesn’t kiss often, but they’re good! She’ll even let you take breathing breaks.

Forgotten - If you can get him out of his coma, he’s real good at it, we’re talking romance!

Northstar - One of the best possible options! He enjoys PDA too, so congrats if he kisses you!

He’d gotten very lucky today!

Some unfortunate rabbit had wandered into his neck of the woods, which means under his logic, they’re free game. Scooping them up off the street and dragging him into his garage in one smooth motion, he brought them to his little hellish corner of the world.

“Well now, today’s your lucky day Rabbit! You know what’s gonna happen? You’re gonna be a star… Well, for maybe an hour tops, depends on how good you are at not dying.” The Rabbit’s tears just made him smile wider, toying with his knife. “Hey now save those tears for when we start filming. Love that you’re not wailing for help yet, though that’s probably because of the gag.”

Striding over to his camera, he pushed the record button. “You’re about to become something much bigger than yourself, sweet Rabbit. You’re about to join not only a collection of poorly produced snuff films, but you are going to make some absolutely delicious bait for me. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna take that gag off you, you’re gonna scream bloody murder no matter what I do to you, and we’re gonna lure in my real star for the day.”

Snickering to himself as the Rabbit thrashed against their restraints, he strode over with his knife, lazily dragging it down the side of their face. “Get ready, I wanna hear you shredding your vocal cords.” He cut the gag off them, then, ignoring their pleas for mercy, traced the knife down to their stomach. “Let’s see… If I stab you right about… Here…” He jammed the knife in, twisting it as the Rabbit screamed. “Perfect.” He took his sweet time lazily torturing them, being somewhat sloppy with it. They’re not the one he’s really focused on anyway. He’s waiting for the real show to start.

Sure enough, a Habit eventually forced the garage door up, seething. “What the fuck are you doing!? And you have the nerve to call yourself a-”

Loathesome snickered, lunging forward and tackling the other Habit to the ground. He didn’t bother restraining him, there’s no time and no point.

Dragging the Habit over to the camera, he took great pleasure in tearing it’s throat out with his teeth, splattering the camera with blood. “And now, our show starts!”

He feels so fucking stupid.

It’s a nice kind of stupid, a warm, comforting stupid that’s melting his mind, and physically melting his body. Look, it’s not his fault he can’t keep it together!

He’d just been cruising on the internet, listening to stupid music and stumbled across that stupid fucking Ram Ranch song. Then he’d gone down a rabbit hole when it came to cowboys. One thing led to another, and now he’s screwing around with a different rabbit hole.

He feels so stupid. Good stupid. Comfortably stupid.

He’s been drooling on his fingers for a good minute or so, his eyes locked on his computer screen. It’s not his fault cowboys look so nice. It’s not his fault they give him such a funny warm feeling in his stomach. It’s not his fault he’s bringing those saliva covered fingers down between his legs.

Rationalization after rationalization flitted through his mind. It’s their fault for having those nice boots. It’s their fault for knowing how to tie so many knots with a lasso. It’s their fault for- Ohhh hello.

A small whine slipped out of him as he sunk a finger in, his knee bumping against the underside of his desk. The slight sting added to this in a way he was not prepared for.

Two fingers, and he’s fighting the urge to press his knees together.

Three fingers and his legs are shaking, propped up on his desk.

His breathing is shaky, letting his head drop back against his chair. It’s not his fault he can’t handle himself right now, it’s those damn dirty cowboys!

Barely able to keep his physical form stable, he can tell his legs are melting, hearing the soft drips hitting the floor. At least he hopes it’s his legs melting, and that he’s not seriously that turned on by cowboys, uh, ranching? Sure, he’ll call it that.

There’s no excuse for the way he’s whimpering though.

Loathesome - He would be very offended, and probably throw a knife if not hunt you down.

Forgotten - He’s surprised, but doesn’t mind. You’ll probably get away just fine.

Centralia - He’s very offended and will try to light you on fire. RUN.

Stephbit - She finds it cute, will definitely earn an eye roll and a stupid comment from her.

Fairmount - He would melt so fast! Congrats, now you’ve got another Habit chasing you.

Northstar - He’d laugh it off, but he’ll make a lot of little jokes about it in the future.

Showbit - He is disgusted, and will absolutely drag you onto his show to kill you horribly.

Deepbit - If you manage to kiss him, that’s already wild enough, but he’d probably eat you.

Stygianbit - Once more, with feeling, HE IS A BLACK HOLE, YOU WILL DIE.

McHabit - Tastes like grease, and he’ll chase after you and try to drag you into the playplace.

Evbit - He gets all giggly and happy, but his Habit is 100% mocking you for it.

Jeffbit - He wouldn’t mind much either, but again, he’s on fire so it might be complicated.

Boardbit - This is likely the only time he’s been kissed, and he’s so smug about it after.

Voyeurbit - He’s 100% stalking you after. He wants more kisses, but he can’t ask like normal.

Octantis - You’re not running away because your mouth is stuck to his cheek. He’s chill though.

Alternaria - MOLD. SO MUCH MOLD. You are going to run to the hospital. Good luck.

Forgotten would absolutely be the loner kid who’s a secret badass. He’d usually keep to himself, but when push comes to shove, he can really hold his own. He’s the kid you could run to for a shoulder to lean on, or a friend to kick someone’s ass for you. Granted, he’s not much for conversation, but he’d sweet in his own way.

Loathesome would be the detention kid, no question about it. He’d be in the back of class cracking jokes and tossing paper balls, carving things into the desk, teaching other kids how to make rubberband guns, all kinds of shit. He’d be living in detention most of the time, but there’s a certain kind of appeal to it.

Centralia would be the quiet kid that you kinda avoid for your own safety. Typically, he’d be in detention alongside Loathesome, but rather than flinging paper balls, he’d be lighting trashcans on fire, writing up lists of people he hates, and, well, definitely being the kid wearing a trenchcoat in summer.

Stephbit would be the queen bee, or at least she’d think she is. Whether or not she really ends up as the most popular girl in school is irrelevant, she acts like she owns the place, and if challenged, will destroy kneecaps, no questions asked. Getting in good with her does mean getting the best table at lunch though, since the last guy who tried to sit there without permission went missing.

Fairmount would be a theater kid, no doubt about it. He’s got the flair, he’s got the skirts, he’s got the disgusting shapeshifting! Regardless, he’s a complete delight to watch and be around. Sure, he’s a little unstable… A lot unstable, but he’s sweet, and hey, he’ll do your makeup for you!

Northstar would be jocky, but secretly a huge nerd. I’m talking dungeons and dragons every saturday night. Be careful, if he even gets the slightest idea you might think dragons are neat, you’ll end up in his basement with 12 other people raiding the dungeons of Gragnok the Dark wizard.

Centralia and Loathesome tend to stick near each other, while Fairmount tends to bounce between bugging Stephbit, fawning over Northstar, and poking Forgotten to see if he responds to him.

A girls night with Stephbit includes lots of things. Snacks, movies, caving in skulls, giggling over cat videos, but the best part is very clear;

Doing Northstar’s nails!

“We should do em’ red.” Stephbit mused, holding one of his hands. “It’ll look real nice… Actually, how about we do ours red too, let’s match.” She grinned.

“Oooh, That sounds fun!” Fembit sang out, picking up the little nail polish bottle.

Northstar wasn’t exactly there by choice, but he allowed this bullshit. If nothing else, it did bring a little amusement to the banal nature of the Skull when Loathesome was prancing about. “Do I have any say in this?”

“Nope!” “Absolutely not darling~”

“Mmh, figured as much. Well, if you insist on painting my nails red, then I am going to do your eyeshadow red.”

Fembit blinked, laughing lightly. “Pardon?”

“I have a daughter, I know how to do eyeshadow.”

“Well well, then by all means darling!”

Stephbit snickered, deciding to paint Fembit’s nails while Northstar did her eyeshadow. “Stay still, alright? I don’t wanna accidently spill this on the carpet, Loathesome will throw a hissy fit. Like he totally doesn’t drag corpses in here and smear god knows what on it or anything. No no, we must keep it pristine!”

The pair got to share a laugh, with Northstar doing his damn best not to fuck up Fembit’s eyeshadow. He doesn’t exactly want to meet the business end of whatever weapon she’s packing right now, be it a knife or otherwise. “Stop moving.”

“Make me!”

Northstar fell into what is commonly known as the ‘Dad deadpan’.

“Hey, you can’t leave… I won’t let you!”

For Fairmount to get fixated on someone, it happens as often as the rain. He can’t help it, he’s so starved for positive attention that even the slightest amount has him completely fixated.

He wouldn’t immediately make the object of his affection aware of this though, as much as he’s fast to fall for someone with positive attention, he’s just as susceptible to negative attention. One cruel comment sends him into a spiral. So, he’ll probably spend a good amount of time stalking and harassing whoever is doomed to end up as his fixation. It would start out as bugging them, making fun of them or otherwise just being annoying. Once he’s comfortable around them though, this is where shit gets real.

He wouldn’t let the object of his fixation out of his sight. Every second of every day is spent either following them around or stalking them if they want to be alone. He’ll still be bugging them, but it comes with the expectation that they give into whatever affection he tries to give him, because if they refuse for whatever reason, he has a meltdown.

Not a figurative meltdown either.

His body loses what little structural integrity it has and he’ll typically end up as a miserable puddle. Alternatively, if he’s split on the issue, he might physically split into two halves, Malice and Misery. Malice is pure violence, Misery is extremely sulky and self-deprecating. Malice might even attack Misery until Fairmount is calmed down and both halves merge back together.

If his fixation returns his affections, it’s a 24/7 job to love him with how unstable he is. They’ll likely end up doing more for him than he’d ever end up doing for them. He might bring gifts, but really, he’s relying on his fixation for emotional and physical stability.

If his fixation doesn’t return his love, he’ll keep pushing and pushing for it, but he will inevitably reach a point where he has a meltdown. If even after that they refuse to love him, he’ll typically take a while to get out of a sulky mood. Then, he’ll be very hostile to them.

Well, unless he gets a shred of positive attention from this previous fixation. Then it’s right back to bugging and obsessing over them. Overall, he’s a very hot and cold kind of Habit.