#saviorsofdark

There were footsteps heard in the distance, coming closer to where Rick was. Wherever that was. He couldn't remember much of anything from the few hours prior. Only having woken up in this particular spot. Nothing of familiarity to be seen, but that wasn't anything for him to worry about. It was a common occurence to wake up alone in an unfamiliar planet or dimension.

Hearing those steps moving closer, he took out his gun. Both hands on the handle, finger on the trigger, and eyes locked on his surroundings. As he kept a firm eye out, turning every which way to not miss any spots.

spending time in jail ( based on a discord rp arc ) w downtime playing card games , as well as being loved on by puppet bf ( ft. @hyperlinkd )

"Well when you make it sound like that, it almost sounds like you don't like me very much!"

Rude. But smart in the end. Maybe he was playing the whole 'nice little flower' act a bit much this time and made the human suspicious of him.

Good. He was tired of all the trust happy idiots anyways.

something had been bugging him since that day at the library . that dream - no . it wasn’t .

as illogical as it’s very existence was , and the implications of it with what he had done in said world , there was no denying that it felt so real . the pain from his car exploding , the emotion of being called out for his behavior by susie , the burning in his blind eyes from the plugs . he FELT all of that . you’re not supposed to feel that . it was real , and kris had to have known .

and it was time he tested that theory . as the students made their way out of school for the day , going their separate ways home , berdly’s wing practically shoots out in front of the human as he catched up with them , blocking their path .

Gyftmas isn’t a religious event for monsters. But, it’s a holiday displaying kindness and generosity through the act of gift-giving -- all traits bestowed onto Monsterkind. It’s in their nature, and it’s worth celebrating. That’s why Father Alvin gave the ‘okay’ for Rudy as the church youth group’s guest instructor to do something Gyftmas-related when the season came. Frivolous, yes, but it was aligned with the church’s values.

“Alright, kiddos. We’re making gingerbread houses!” Rudy announced, patting his hands together. Bowls of confectioneries -- icing, candy canes, mini cookies, sprinkles, jelly beans -- were set at the center of the classroom. Each student was given the same amount of gingerbread pieces to shape a house and make extra designs. The kids shared pizza cutters to make their own shapes.

“Feel free to design it however you want. Think of it as ‘Mind Craft,’ but with slabs o’ cookies!” The youth group’s gonna love that reference.

Some kids teamed up to make a SUPER-house. Others made scaled-down models of world-famous monuments. All with the oversight of Rudy, who was armed with a bag of icing and candy cane sticks tucked into his apron pocket... juuuust in case their creations were about to topple down or needed some extra ‘glue’ to keep in place.

@saviorsofdark​ sent:  ‘ “ you’re nothing but pure evil! just like newspaper comics! ” - @saviorsofdark (Susie) ‘

⇨   “ * H-H-HEY I’M NOT A [ villain ] I’M NOT A [ bad guy ] !  ”  He gestures his hands up in mock surrender before reaching them outwards to them.  “ WHAT THE [ @#!% ] IS A NEWSPAPER ? ”   He yells in offended confusion   But nevermind that! Stay on topic. With a finger instantly raised for them to hold, he jumps in the air and lands right beside them in a slight glide allowed by the flapping of his arms. He’s so close he could hug them now. He won’t do that.    “ YOU KNOW [ Kris ] right? [ Kris? ] THEM AND ME? WE  [ Friend Request Accepted ] ! THAT’S RIGHT! WE’RE [ Friend Request Accepted ] ! WE MAKE DEALS. WE TRADE [ Hyperlink Blocked. ] ! ”   He’s trying to mime something with his fingers but... they’re too twitchy to make a consistent shape.