I think BloodyHavest of the slaughter au should check their home. Been gone a bit haven't they. There is a a surprise waiting
āYou lot are impatient,ā Harvest deadpanned, āwe just now got to rearrange around this place! Thereās stuff we wanna doā¦ā they glanced around the room, sighing as they looked at their work.
āMaybe itād be better to get some opinions thoughā¦ oh yeah thereās the time thing tooā
It hadnāt been that long ago that the two had wrapped up their call with Solar, turning to arranging their bunker to accommodate for any visits they may get in the future.
The twins had wanted to get work done in Elara and GrimReaperās room, having finally found a proper mattress for them and several sets of blankets, enough to properly set up a nest in the average sized ex-archiving room.
Unfortunately the wall they had wanted to bring down was too much of a support wall to risk getting rid of according to Solar, so the room could not be expanded, but oh well, it wasnāt like those two would stay here for an extended period of time.
If they ever even wanted to stay that is.
Bloodmoon tapped a foot on the floor, scanning the room once more before sighing to themselves. Theyāll just come back in a few days Cabin Time, pretend like Solar has some cool machine to show them, maybe bring some of the coffee they had at the cabin, yesssss.
They walked out of the room, closing the door behind them, and soon enough leaving the bunker as a whole.
In one fluid motion they took out their Dimensional Knife, slashing a portal into existence, and then they were back at GrimReaperās forest
Reaperās forest
ā¦ right
They took a breath, shaking their head once more before starting the trek to the cabin, taking a few more of the practiced breaths Solar taught them to steel themselves at their arrival.
It had only been a few hours over in their world, that was a day and a half here.
Nothing couldāve happened on that time.
No one couldāve died.
They fidgeted with their sleeves as they walked, repeating the assurance to themselves, youngest twin reminding their other that if anything had happened they wouldāve been sent a message about it.
The assurance had little effect but the bot carried on anyways.
As they got closer to the cabin however, they started to feel somethingā¦ different than the post-travel anxiety
Something caught at the back of their mind maybe. Like a tremor trying to run down their spine, foretold by a twinge of nausea
No, that couldnātā¦
They looked around themselves, not catching sight of anyone who couldāve possibly been stalking them. Had a human been killed nearby then? No, the scent of human blood was missing, let alone a corpse. They hadnāt been having a bad day, not good but not bad either. So then whyā¦?
Bloodmoonās eyes widened as they sped up their pace, cabin soon entering their line of sight.
And so they found the source of the anxiety.
Hah, anxietyā¦ they knew better than to try and name this
Patches of grass were covered in a black substance, heading towards- away from the cabin.
The scent of mechanical oil lingered amongst the seasonal breeze.
Empty room, splotch of oil, missing, gone
They ran into the house.
More oil. Splattered on the floorboards.
A puddle, nothing more
The source of the oil. Lying limply on the wood. dead dead dead Severed arm. Yellow and grey casing. metal tearing Ripped clean off. No denting. Blood stains on the forearm.
Torn off cables, leaking, leaking
Bloodstains. Blood.
No blood.
Reddish stain. Mixed with oil.
They canāt smell it.
Itās all oil and oil and oil and oil and oil and oil and oil and oil andoil and oil andoiland oil and oilandoilandoilandoilandoilandā
They felt their back hit a wall.
Itās oil.
Itās all oil.
Thereās only oil. Itās all blurry but the oil.
Itās too much of the oil.
Too much
They didnāt know that.
How couldnāt they.
They never saw the amount.
They didnāt need to.
Smell isnāt reliable alone.
Thereās more outside.
Thereās more outside thereās more outside thereās more outside thereās more outside more outside more outside more outside more outside more outside outside outside helphelp help gone help thats all gone help get help get help not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead not dead NOT DEAD NOT DEAD NOT DEAD NOT DEAD NOTDEADNOT DEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOT
Claws on throat.
Hurts.
No air.
All oil.
Rid of oil.
Get rid of oil.
Get rid of the oil.
Clean up the oil.
A blink
Yes, clean the oil.
Cabin canāt be dirty.
Cabin?
Yes cabin
Her cabin
Her cabin canāt be dirty.
They can clean it. Right?
Right
Clean
Clean and sheāll return
Clean and sheāll be happy
Clean
They have to clean
Nodding
They nodded.
They can clean
On shaky legs but they can clean. Wanting to puke but they can clean. Canāt see well but they can clean.
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