Hidden In Fog.

So originally I had just started doing adopts again because I was low on money these past few months and wanted some money to save for our FurEh trip with friends.

Well unfortunately life doesn't like to see us being proactive apparently because it decided to give us two great gut (and wallet) punches in the form of my car and our dog, Percy.

Percy was unfortunately diagnosed with stage 3 kidney disease last month. I was able to cover his initial vet bills but the unfortunate part about kidney disease Is that there isn't a cure. We most likely have less than half a year left with him. And I want to be ready if things take a turn for the worse.

The money that is for him would be put aside for the inevitable and heart breaking future vet bills. For now he is still spry and doing okay so we are doing our best to spoil him and keep him happy with what time we have left.

My car also decided to go caput a little over a week ago, we had hoped we could repair it ourselves but we can't. For only Repairing the most important parts it will cost us around $1100 to get it drivable again. If we want to repair everything on the car it would be more like $3000.

So I am here unfortunately asking for help. If you can't donate money I completely understand. If you would still like to help, sharing this post would still help so much. Any money sent through this link, twitch streams, commissions, etc. will be going towards fixing our car, Percy’s vet bills and then, if somehow there is more left over (and if there is then holy cow, wow) It will go towards our trip to FurEh, I think we're really going to need it.

I am also working towards opening my commissions soon if you would like to help out that way, keep an eye out! And of course there are still the available adopts as well!

The rest of the response was cut off as their eyes widened at the feeling of the others fingers slipping under the laced choker and then came the tug-

"Stop!" They gasped,

Squinting through the eye holes of his mask, he flipped Vigo over with the tip of his boot. This time, he grabbed at Vigo's neck and held them up again.

Vigo felt the heat of embrassment on their face as the killer tried to connect the dots, it actually alarmed them how *accurate* he was with that assumption. Vigo grunted as Kazan shook them, meeting the red eyes that burned under the mask,

The inventor wasn't expecting Kazan to be as stealthy as he was, they didn't even hear him approach; which is hard to not hear when the metal armor of the samurai clank aghast eachother. Vigo let out a noise as their boots kicked into nothing but open air and upon meeting the red pinpricks of the demons mask, they paused. He wasn't moving them to a hook. Just...staring... sizing them up? Green eyes narrowed as their brows knitted in confusion. "...Greetings?"

Kazan did not say anything in response.

He did however, hook a nail under the choker on Vigo's neck, the Fog moulded cameo brooch sitting under the fleshy end of Kazan's pointer finger.

"What a petty display of a iridescence shard."

The rest of the response was cut off as their eyes widened at the feeling of the others fingers slipping under the laced choker and then came the tug-

"Stop!" They gasped,

He couldn’t stop moving his body and mind driven by a fever as he adjusted to being….back…back here in the woods that he left what felt like an eternity ago. He saw flashes of ghost memories reconnecting and resurfacing dancing over his vision confusing him as panic filled his chest. He smiled widely seeing an old friend her wild hair was unmistakable. “Nikki oh gosh it’s me I’m ba-” When he reached out the illusion was broken the image of his friend dissipated he pressed his hands to his eyes blocking his vision making lights appear from behind his lids from the force he was pressing against them almost painful.

“Gods Baker! Get yourself together….you need to calm down you need to find the fire and find someone real! The fire the fire remember the fire…”

Baker took a shaky anxiety-driven breath as he stood back up and with a panic stride he began pushing through the brush ignoring the path letting his broken mind lead him ignoring the foggy memories that invaded his vision. Whisps of old friends and foes danced in the shadows as he became more panicked and overwhelmed trying to cope with the fact he’s managed to find his way back here. What does that mean for him? Is this even real? Has he finally lost his mind? Is he dying? Are these just flashes before death before the void consumes you?

It can’t be….no he must find the fire or the- his soul froze. His mind and body came to a screeching halt as he looked at a place all too familiar the lab. A place he knew better than any campsite or realm here in the fog. He was frozen for all but a few moments as he made a mad dash to the building which seemed a little worse for wear….He fumbled with the door knob before he finally turned it the right way a miracle it was unlocked and he burst in.

The place was as messy as it ever was if not even more so. He inhaled the air as the familiar scent of chemicals and paper filled his nose a comforting scent that eased his mind ever so slightly. Yes. This was real but the shadows of the lab danced just as they did in the fog slowly replaying memories foggy shadows of him and….Vigo working together in the lab, joking, and eating what scraps they’ve found. Baker turned wildly grasping at the shadows begging for any of them to be real as tears filled his eyes staining his face as his throat closed with panicked breathing. Papers and notes flew about as he chased these illusions of past experiences waiting for any of them to be real.

“Please please! I’m back where are you please! I’m so sorry! I just need to touc-” 

He heard the door slam open and he whipped around his eyes wide showing nothing but pure panic as he laid eyes on…him! Baker rubbed his eyes to make the shadows stopped to see him as he was. How their white streaks have gotten bigger their clothes have changed drastically too but..he could tell this was real. Baker reached out instinctively for a moment before retreating back anxiously clutching the pendent at his neck.

“V-vigo? Giovanni?”

He didn’t know what else to say his mind stuttering trying to follow a million different train tracks of thoughts. That are all colliding at once creating a devastating wreckage. hHe whipped at the tears in his eyes to clear his vision even better.

He's back. He's actually back.

He doesn't look the same, more roughed up....void touched but God the posture, the fact he knows Vigo's last name-

"Who else would I be?" They gasped, and in a couple long strides Vigo closed the distance and hugged the other. A desperate, crushing one; like if they let go of him he might dissapear again. A pitiful noise left their mouth, muffled quickly as Vigo buried their face in the others patched coat while their hands pawed Benedicts back; trying to not let the years of pain bubble up in tears.

Things Talbot Shithead Sinclair Grimes is:

A Wet Bitch

Fruitier than the produce aisle

Deeper in the closet than that pair of shoes you forgot about

Certified Gruncle

Tumblr Sexyman Material 😔

Not Irish

Definitely Not a Sir