#fusionfall-adeline

WINTER HORROR

The trail of blood that Adeline had begun following stretched on for a concerning amount of time, winding down a long path, illuminated by streetlights. It had started snowing again about halfway through her journey, slowly covering up the trail.

She would eventually find the source when continuing forward, though.

Negaduck was laying on the ground at the end of the trail, dark red smears visible on his coat and feathers, a light dusting of snow beginning to cover him.

"Because the Kids Next Door have a duty to protect every kid on this planet, no matter who they are." He says, finger in the air, back straight, the conviction of what he says as solid as concrete.

Then her turns to face her, a brow lifted, sunglasses having inched down so his incredulous (slightly condescending) eyes can be seen,

"Jacob?" Came the small voice of Adeline. She seemed more somber than usual. Just when she seemed to be bouncing back, even starting up her Bug Club again, something happened, and it seemed like she was back to square one. Isolating herself from her peers, going straight home after school...She was just shutting down again. Aside from still visiting with a certain demonic, fire-wielding adult. She sat besides Jacob and looked down at her hands. "...I heard that...Father has some kind of machine that turns you into the Delightful Children...is that...true?"

Jacob is sat cross-legged 'round the outskirts of the playground, holding a roll of duct tape, a flashlight, and what looks like a battered water gun.

There's a band-aid on his cheek and wrapped around several fingers, and his jersey is more hole than wool. Seems he's not doing so hot either.

He didn't stir when she sat down, but he pauses when she speaks, tape pulled taught where he's wrapping the flashlight handle to the nozzle of the toy weapon.

"...yeah. Some kind of chamber. Or a ray. That's what they used at that party. The ray you can snap kids out of pretty easy, with a flash of light, or cold water. The chamber...I've only seen pictures of it."

An uneasy squirming feeling settles in his stomach, and he side-eyes her hard. Why is some non-operative asking about this?

"H...Hello?" Addy tilted her head as she looked at the person in front of her.

"Are you new here? I dont...dont think I've seen you around here before."

((Just something to introduce Addy to a muse of your choice! ^^ ))

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"Hm? Oh... Well, I suppose I am new here... I'm... not in some sort of private property area, am I? If so, I apologize... I can get out of the way if you need me to?"

The angel named Notori politely answered the girl after just recently flying by here to check out this specific location that he's in. He was curious and wanted to see most parts of the world.

((From Addy to a muse of your choice!)) ((just something small to get her aquinted <3))

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RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS (Accepting!)

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"Addy...!" He hunches down next to her, holding out a hand.

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The twelve year old sighs, pulling golden curls into a ponytail, she spent hours TRUDGING through the jungle, hacking through THICK VINES && LEAVES, dragging a bag along the DIRT. She'd be LUCKY this hunt, she BAGGED a rather large snake && a bird. ( For the life of her she can't remember the SPECIES'S NAME of either of the animals she'd hunted, her dad would definitely know. ) Which would last them awhile before she had to go out again.

Shifting the SLEEPING TWO YEAR OLD on her back, Debbie's THANKFUL Donnie NORMALLY sleeps like a ROCK, gun hanging loosely from her left shoulder. The blonde is DROWNING IN sweat && BUG BITES, she's starving && just wants to get back to camp. The S N A P of a twig jolts her from her thoughts, grabbing the gun && pointing it towards the noise, finger on the TRIGGER.

((For Mr.Fizz! Give that man something nice for being one of the few semi-rational adults)) "U-Um, Mr.Fizz?" Addy slowly piped up as she held a basket close to her chest. "S-Sorry to bother you. I just, just wanted to drop off something to say thank y-you for letting me go. And for listening t-to me when I said I was innocent." Dad always said that you should try to repay kindness with kindness. In school, he'd have her give teacher's gifts, or he'd bake a cake for his colleagues. So...It felt best to give a gift back to Mr.Fizz to say thank you. It was hard getting a gift for him. The kids said he loved soda, but of course, she couldn't gift that otherwis,e she'd be purchasing soda and technically distributing it. Then she'd really be in trouble. So she kept it to essentials that adults seemed to like. A new mug. Some fancy mustache wax that her dad's business friend said was the best for keeping mustaches shiny and looking brand new. The best stain removal cleaner on the market. Then a hundred-dollar gift card was tucked away inside the mug. "I-i hope you like it. It's not much and I didn't know what you liked, but I just wanted to say thank you and that I a-appreciate it..."

The guards let the girl pass. Of course they did. The walkway over the factory complex was hardly a place for a child who could slip under the railings, but he withheld this lecture when he sees the basket.

Oh good grief. When he offered a shred of compassion, he didn't expect an imprinting in return! This is what 'kindness' brings you!

He clears his throat, awkward, torn between remaining polite and professional and going on a rant about how he is a scary villain who must command respect.

And such specific gifts. Mercy above.

"Your donation is...appreciated," he said, awkwardly. "Though unnecessary." He would not tell her to take it back, however. The mug, he lifts, out of habit.

He spies the gift card and sputters.