Clown has always known Branzy was a bit more than he seemed.
He was clumsy, but always moved with a purpose.
He was silly, yet beneath the jokes, he was a genius.
He was overly trusting, and still cautious all at once.
And most importantly, he seemed innocent and kind, but there was always a certain glimmer in his eyes when death was near, when he held tnt in his hands. Like it was a holy object.
Like Destruction was his Language.
He visits him on his other server, Echocraft, once, to help with a prank- that's all he tells him. That, and, "when I give the signal, just start killing!"
He watches Branzy cause 76 deaths. In the span of an hour, his friends die 76 times. They don't even seem surprised. They laugh about it. As if this were normal.
And then... he blows up his base, and everyone next to it. Aside from him, because it takes more than a measly explosion to take down Clown Pierce, but still.
85 deaths.
And Branzy laughs.
And he wonders how much he's really holding back, on Lifesteal.
...
He doesn't want an answer.
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Ah yes time for what I have titled: Found Family <3 because sometimes a family is a young child and the 15 or so eldritch abominations living in the woods <3
tw: mentioned child abuse, implied body horror, general horror ig, wow i just keep writing stories abt rlly fucked up premises huh.
It's another time, it's another day
He stares out the window at the woods, shotgun at his side doing nothing to comfort him.
That Thing tanked a shot like nothing happened.
Numbers they are new, but it's all the same
He'd lie to himself, say he was safe as long as he stayed out of the woods, but he knew he wasn't.
It's visited him before. Leaning down to peer through his window at him. Tapping on the glass with long, razor sharp claws.
Running from yourself, it will never change
He should have never approved that grant, those experiments. He'd thought no one would notice. No one cared about the kids anyways. People went missing in the woods all the time. Some street rats disappearing wouldn't even raise an eyebrow. And it was a good deal for him- allow some tests and he gets to be sheriff, rule the town and be exempt from laws. Complete power for the price of a few lives? Anyone would take it.
If you try you could die
He should have known the brats were too stubborn to die.
And now his son was missing, too. Whatever. Wasn't like the little shit did anything except bother him, anyways. Probably wandered off into the woods that afternoon. Stay Gone and get ate by the other freaks, for all he cared.
Give us a little love, give us a little love
It stares down at the young child, head tilting. The child stares up at it, then giggles, waving, stuffed bear clutched in one hand.
It crouches, aching bones creaking, reaching a careful claw out. The child grabs it, tiny hand curling around the vague approximation of a finger.
We never had enough, we never had enough
It hums pleasantly, leading the young child further into the woods, where its other kids waited. Rere does like looking after kids. Maybe they can ask the child about the bruise forming on their cheek, or if they need help getting home.
Maybe they'll want to stay.
Give us a little love, give us a little love
The new sheriff stares out at the woods as she finishes unpacking her things in the office. The old sheriff quit in hysterics after returning from a failed search party- some teens went missing, the other two returning screaming all hell about monsters taller than trees. He was the only one to return from the search party.
His son also went missing recently, and she wants to look into some previous disappearances of orphaned children about a decade ago, back when he first became sheriff. She sighs and starts going home.
She's got lots of work to do.
We never had enough, we never had enough
Two glowing white eyes watch her unnoticed from the woods, great antlers rising high above the trees.
"...Who's the green door belong to?" He points to it.
"Hm? Oh, that's Ash's door. They're pretty busy running everything, but, well, they make time to spend the night."
"Wait, Ash? You're not working for the monarchy anymore...?"
"Derrien, Ash and I are more than just business partners. We've been friends for years, since we were little. Teens, about."
"Oh. Right, you were raised to protect him."
They snort.
"That IS the story we tell, isn't it?"
"...it's not true?"
"What? No. Ash met me in a fight arena when I was 16 and fresh out of the end, he couldn't have been older than 17 or 18."
"You're from the end? But your parent was born and raised here?"
"...No one Told You? Throughout your ENTIRE time as Emperor??"
"Told me what? What am I missing?"
"Derrien. Darling. My dear. Ash and I are immortal. All of those previous rulers were us. We started Maphea and have been running it for centuries."
"WHAT."
It cackles.
"You didn't notice we look the exact same as our 'Ancestors'!?"
"NO!?"
writing cat update, staring at this story and trying to shrug it off and post it because I've seen so much worse,,, but my expectations are high for myself,,,, hhhh
okay okay im gonna post it soon i think just. please don't judge too hard- the concept is there the execution is just lacking ;_;
writing cat back with another update on a completely different and 100% unrelated story because i don't want to touch the other one rn. its with original characters. I am searching up and reading every single thing on Chronic Pain I can get my hands on. I do not want to write this character Wrong even if it's just for me and like 1 other person maybe. I think I'm getting a good vibe on how to write it but I. Do not want to write it wrong. You know? There is so much Written Wrong things on the internet. People stuck with Chronic Pain have it bad enough. The least I can do is write it right. Yk?
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writing cat update (woaw) I have the story written but it sucks so I'm pretending like its an outline and rewriting it but. Better. I forgot how much I suck at writing lmao it never bothered me before bc I only write for myself (and write for myself I do, A LOT. I have like 300 something stories I've written in my notes app LMAO you'd think, after all the writing I do, I'd be decent at it but NO)
