#spookybadger

Send me a ❣ and I’ll gauge my character’s attraction to yours at this point in time

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same tbh. i’m a shy turnip.

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  &. the burly hero was resting along   the alleyway, unable to move due   to his beat-up armor- (( damaged   from below the waist, to specify. ))   letting out a groan, wasabi leaned   against the dumpster, wishing to   be somewhere else. especially when   a teenager is currently walking in   the man’s dire-

           ☩ -- || ❝Mᴏʀᴛʏ had heard his fair share of supernatural schtick from friends and family alike, the things that reached his unfortunate ears ranged from:

                       “Morty there’s a monster in my closet!” to                                                                          “There’s a ghost in the attic!” and even                                              “This house is haunted!”

Iᴛ was safe to say that the things he’d hear were ridiculous or just downright preposterous. Maybe if he was twenty years younger or just more stupid he’d believe the things that he heard about the spooky creepy crawlies that lived in the dark recesses of your room and underneath your mattress. Unfortunately, he was neither of those things. That and he was now a dedicated man of science, though he wasn’t always fantastic at his job. Not that it was really a formal occupation either.

Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, despite his absolute skepticism for all things paranormal, he’d caught a tidbit of information on the intergalactic news that had peaked his interest. He often took no notice of other Earth dimensions as they were often as dreary as his own or even more so. Or everyone there was completely off their rocker and he didn’t want anything to do with them. That aside - there was one exception. The Gromflomites had reported that a very special universe had been located that was completely Rick-free.

Not only this, but there were some readings that the scanners just couldn’t identify. Was it spectral energy? Was it a new type of tear in the fabric of existence? Whatever it was, Morty was determined to figure it out and, if possible, use it to his advantage. Call him selfish, call him manipulative, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

And that’s how he’s ended up here, on a street he can’t identify with an uncooperative portal gun in the midst of a city he’s never seen before. Not to mention that the art style also seems a little... off.❞ || --  ✸

“Um...”

He was a stranger, and Kiara knew what Daddy always said about strange lions. Don’t talk to them, come straight home, etc. etc. etc. - it was practically engraved into her brain by now, she’d heard it so many times.

Didn’t mean she always obeyed it, but she definitely knew it.

And she wasn’t necessarily going to obey this time, either. This particular guy looked young - older than she was, granted; but nowhere near full-grown, if she was any judge. How dangerous could he be, right?

That, and he also looked... almost like he was injured? If that was the case, then it just wouldn’t feel right to leave him all alone here. Swallowing what little nervousness she felt, the cub padded forward until she could see him better - and until he could see her.