#shadow monsters

Anyway, my friend noodz, could I please request something entirely new still involving our Red and Blue ?

Okay so basically Monster under the bed Au, or Eldritch monsters living with you, with Red and Blue ?

I don’t care if it’s NSFW or not, there is 1 thing I want of it and it’s a scene where reader has their head hanging from their bed with their arm because they want to turn on their light but lost motivation to do so, and so stay motionless for a bit and suddenly feel something grabbing their hand and softly kissing their lips, while they can’t see shit ?

I have no idea if it makes sense pls I am so sleepy rn

-EDS anon

I went with sfw!

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Ever since you’ve moved into this house l, you’ve never been alone. You aren’t sure what they are, as they don’t make themselves all that known.

But you know they are there.

From messes being cleaned by the time you return to them, to chores being done, to food on the table.

It freaked you out at first.

You don’t live with anybody, so who’s doing all this?

You learned quickly this house came with roommates.

You don’t see them, just barely out of the corner of your eyes.

But always gone when you go to look.

They listen when you talk to yourself, deeming themselves your fiends.

Blue and Red, is all they told you.

Well, all one told you.

Red is far too quiet, while Blue doesn’t bother to hide his sounds.

They move like wispy shadows.

You try not to think about it too much.

Or think about how much they tower over you.

You can feel them standing behind you sometimes.

Blue will talk to you if it’s him, his voice almost echoey as he speaks so boastfully.

Red won’t say anything, just stand there watching you cook, or clean, though he hands you want you need.

You know they are in your room with you, but you don’t say anything.

Even now as you’re reaching for the light switch, that you need to switch on before getting comfy in bed.

You groan as you stretch, trying so hard not to have to get up.

“Come on…”

Your voice strained, before you fall limb, having grown exhausted from that.

Your arm and head hang off the bed as you sigh.

You close your eyes and accept this is your life now.

Just as you were about to ask one of them, you feel a cold hand cup yours so delicately.

The wisps from his shadowy form curling around your hand and wrist.

You squeeze your eyes, keeping them shut and now wanting to spook whoever it was, off.

You take a sharp inhale of air, feeling such a soft, gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

Then another.

And another.

Slowly moving up your hand to your arm.

You hold your breath, as you feel another’s breath fan against your face, before slowly leaning closer to press his lips against yours

He puts more pressure, trying to get as close to you as possible.

“Hey! Don’t go making moves without me, you ass!”

You jump, eyes opening at the loud voice.

You lock eyes with Red, gasping softly at the monster under your bed.

He’s so handsome.

But he doesn’t let you look at him for long, disappearing in smoke and back under your bed.

And two fiery eyes stare back at you in the dark.

“He’s so rude.”

You squeak, feeling your bed move as Blue gets it in with you.

“Trying to take you for himself, doesn’t he know how to share?”

“O-oh.”

Is all you could think to say, as Blue curls around you, his chest to your back as he spoons you.

TW: delusions, psychosis, violence, blood, weapon, fighting

A/N: This story was edited by my lovely co-writer, @darklingduke. If you guys like it, leave a like and reblog!

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The hooded figure dragged his dirtied longsword along the dirt, leaving a damp trail of black mud in its wake. His shoulders heaved as he stepped out of the forest found deep in Thomas’ Imagination. 

Something had been wrong; very wrong. 

All of the sides were graying - their powers and effect on Thomas dwindling. Nothing could go wrong within the mindscape, they’d been so sure of it. 

They all took a trip into the Imagination; safety in numbers they had thought. 

That was what the man could only guess was about two weeks ago. They’d been surrounded instantly, Virgil being grabbed by many of the enemies and taken off to god-knows-where. The remaining Sides all ran into different directions, and he’d yet to see the others since. 

With a wipe of his brow, the figure stopped, looking down at the thick black goop on his blade from the monsters that were attacking Thomas. 

It started as simple hallucinations - seeing things out of the corner of his eyes. But with how Thomas’ brain worked, how the sides worked, simple hallucinations very quickly had the ability to become not-so-simple. 

He could only imagine how Thomas was doing. He had none of his sides at his side to help him though what was probably a very mentally and emotionally painful time. He stood in the middle of what he could only guess used to be a beautiful flower field, considering he was still on Roman’s side of the Imagination. 

The clearing was all dirt and weeds now. 

He hoped Roman was still alive. 

A twig snapped behind him, and he gripped the sword he had found in a village blacksmith. Holding his breath, he listened to the low, guttural sounds that came from the shadow creatures. He brought the sword in front of him, holding it up with two hands, and he quickly spun with the gracefulness of a ballet dancer. 

The beast, who was no more than a few inches behind him was sliced in two, more of the black ooze spraying him and his sword. Soon more growls and snarls occupied the silence, surrounding him. 

He spun around in a circle, a burst of wind knocking his hood off. The logical side huffed, pushing his cracked glasses back up his nose. His face - dirty with smudged ooze and mud - was distinctly more grave than usual. 

He was determined to find Virgil and the others. 

The beasts closed in on him and he huffed, feeling frustration boil up inside him after keeping composed for two long weeks. 

“Come at me, you mother-fuckers! All of you! Do you hear me?!” He screamed toward the gray, cloudy sky as a few raindrops hit his face. “I will kill you all and get my family back!” 

He grit his teeth and swung his blade, pissed at himself now for attracting the attention of any other nearby shadow creatures. His arms ached as he fought, not wincing anymore as the creatures ‘blood’ dirtied him more. 

Logan was getting better at this. 

The group of shadows were dead and soaked up by the ground quicker than even he expected, but he wasn’t done yet. 

The bushes rustled across the field as a much smaller shadow came out into the clearing. But something was different about this one. Instead of standing on four legs like the rest of the shadows did, this one was on two, but it look awkward, like it should be standing on four legs. 

The goop that made up the shadows writhed and pulsed, like it was fighting its nature of what to be. What to do. 

Logan adjusted his glasses once more, readying his sword and squinting at the shadow. He yelled, whether at the shadow or just in general, as he rushed forward. 

Lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the creature. 

Logan skidded to a stop, sword dropping to the ground with a thud, as his eyes widened in horror. 

The shadow creature had dark purple plaid patches across its body. But more than that, deep inside the creature, was Virgil. 

He seemed to be unconscious, but he was in there. 

Logan held back his vomit at the thought of almost killing the other if that lightning hadn’t struck when it had. Other shadows walked out of the forest where the Virgil-shadow was. 

Roman…Janus…Remus. 

His breath sped up as he could feel himself hyperventilating. 

Patton. 

Patton wasn’t in there. 

That meant he might still be him! 

Logan looked at his friends - his family - feeling his eyes burn with tears. “I will come back for you all. I promise. If I can save you, I will.” 

Each one of his friends’ shadows stepped forward, but their bodies seemed to be fighting against the movement. Logan picked up his muddy sword and took some steps back, not wanting to risk having whatever was happening to them also happen to him. 

“Keep fighting whatever they are doing to you. Please. Don’t die on me.” Logan choked on his tears as his voice cracked. 

As the cool gray slides over the moon I get the feeling that it is too soon For the chilling black That is slowly coming back The creeping darkness that over took our lives The shadow monsters that can't be killed by knives We become part of the dark We walk the world and leave our mark You must all think our sins I can take you back to where it all begins We are the archangels of the night We are in no ones sight

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Archangels

Nicole Rassbach

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Asher: ... Wha-? What’s going on?...

???: Good morning.~ Our furry friend...

Asher: you!

???: aren’t you quiet the sight?~

Asher: My friends are coming to rescue me, so give up and let me go!

???: are they certain they’ll want to rescue the likes of you?~

Asher: ...what are you talking about? What have you done to me?...

???: why don’t you take a look at yourself.~

Asher: ... No... No!

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“!!!... *sigh...* @lavender-the-security-anon ... Where are you?...”

*Asher has yet to notice the two new characters who have entered the room...*

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