While it smiles? I never knew that fried potatoes could be masochists.
Happy four KH-Vids years, hyuhyu-sama. Glad to see the insanity has not claimed your mind yet!
Q U E R C U S|| TRANSITSouthern Light ►► Origin Bench ►► Origin Bench You return to the familiar bench, your origin bench. Thankfully, moving through the darkness did not, at this time, take a hit on your confidence, but you still feel shaky and uneasy moving through those patches of darkness. As you approach the rusted old bench, you hear a buzzing sound behind you. Turning yourself back to the southern light, you see that it flickers and dies out, leaving whatever island of stability there in complete shadow. It appears you only have the northern bench to visit, for now. You hear another soft buzz. Looking up, you notice that the light above you is dimming, a bit. Where do you go? ►► North: Northern Light►► South: Southern Light►► Centerpoint: Origin Bench (restores confidence)
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxx Cherno looked solemnly at Marina. Both of her legs were broken? Jesus christ, and here he was feeling terrible about his own injuries. How selfish of him. He slowly turned back towards her. "Yeah, no, we aren't leaving you for the dogs, no matter what the blonde psychopath says." "I never said that." She interjected, winding back at Cherno. "The strumpet is good for something, unlike you." Cherno ignored her immature, youthful whines, and looked at the crib. "Hazel, I'm limping for now, so it'd be best for you to roll the crib mayhaps? I'll uh, I'll help carry her into there." He was weak as a twig, but he couldn't leave someone who had helped him so long ago just to die here. He moved next to Marina and held her arms as gently as he could. Which was, unfortunately not very gently. "Hazel?" xxxxxThis was stupid. They were wasting so much time over this. Marigold moved off to the side, away from the three, as she glanced at them with a disappointed pout. All the time they were fooling around gathering cribs for these princesses meant less time for whatever the hell was gonna no-good run after them to get all them. Their lives were more important. Her life was more important. She sighed and scoffed. "I'm not helping you bozos lift tramp-stamp into her unicorn-drawn carriage. I did say everyone was good for something here, except you stinky-faced idiot." She looked away. "Get the plain girl to carry her. My job's killing things that get in our way. That's all I'm good for, right now." She crossed her arms and looked out the hallway. She didn't want to stay another second here with these ridiculous clowns.
xxxxx"Help her walk," Marigold said to the plain-looking girl, glancing away from her and the tramp. Her cries of pain were oh so familiar to little Marigold, but she tried to hide whatever mixed feelings she had. "There's no point fooling around in this here old basement any longer." Her voice was soft and dark, almost a whisper of discontent, as she looked down solemnly at her knife before placing it back in one of the pockets of her red cloak. She crossed her arms and stamped one of her legs. "Righto." "We ain't affording to have any of us dilly dally. You three follow my lead. I have the weapon, not that I'll bother protecting you if y'all prove to be worthless rascals." To her, only one of them seemed to be so far. But they all seemed so helpless. Like little kittens. Hahahaha. Marigold snickered and took out her knife again, mildly stained with the rust of red blood. "Let's go, then--" ACK. Marigold was struck square in the head with the decapitated, plastic head of an old baby doll.And she heard that infuriating voice ... [/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxx "Man, shut the fuck up you ratchet bitch." Cherno was tired of this shit. The doll head rolled back to his feet and picked it up. Blood dripped to the ground from a small wound by his leg, and he had a slight limp. But his face? He scowled menacingly at this girl. His head hurt. His head hurt so much. So much. All of this was so confusing. Marigold. Marigold, that name. Marigold. He knew it before. He did. He met this girl before! But how significant was she? Ugh. Why was she like this? As Marigold turned around, Cherno could have sworn there was, for a split second, an expression of frightened surprise that melded immediately into a gnarled fury on the girl's face. She began slowly moving towards him. "Stay put. The amount of ridiculous this fucking situation is is reaching the levels of a tangent asymptote. And you, Marigold-whoever-you-are, are making it worse." Cherno limped closer to the girl and stared her down. Marigold, from below, growled like a vicious wolverine. "Are you challenging the only able-bodied one here, you bastard?" "Able-bodied? I'm looking down at the least able right now." Marigold jumped. "I'll stab your goddamn face to swiss cheese! I'll do it!" She punched Cherno square in the stomach. Cherno let out a yelp and doubled back in pain, but he let off a smile smile back at her. "Do it." "What?" "Fucking do it. I dare you." Cherno smiled viciously back at Marigold. Marigold let our an ear-shattering yell. She drew her knife, but her hand was shaking. "Cherno! You deserve all'a this, I swear it. By the time we escape, you'll already be dead. Hahahahaha!" Cherno did not say a word and continued to stare at her, crouched by the floor. Marigold's hand continued to shake. "You're a coward." "What? What the hell did you just say?!" "Ugh--" Cherno brought his head down in pain. His wound continued to bleed out. "Y--you're a goddamn coward. You can't even stab a crippled idiot of a boy, can you?" xxxxx"Shut your mouth!" Marigold grumbled to herself. Her hand kept shaking. Why was her hand shaking? Ugh. She stuffed the knife back in her pocket and looked away, huddled almost in a ball like a goblin. Her cape fluttered around her in her quick turn. She let out a small chuckle. How surprising. Cherno, having a bit of bravery in him? That was the best joke she heard this month! He was still as sharp-witted as ever, and the bravery she could use to her advantage if needed be. A sacrifice, especially. Marigold cleared her throat. "I'm only sparing your life, Cherno, so I can torture you first, when we get out of here." She moved away from Cherno. [/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxx Cherno was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up. "This is going to take a thick out of me dandy-soon, ladettes. Marina, do you need some assistance walking? We'll get a move on with the flower set sprang rang so we can leave-- ugh-- leave soon." Cherno limped slowly over to the door that led to the hall and opened it, keeping the doll's head close to him and trying to tiptoe around all of the other strewn mutilation that covered the floor. The hall seemed dark and damp. Cherno turned back to the other three girls. "Will be going, then?"
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY xxxxx xxxxx xxx When he rounded the corner, he was happy, almost relieved to see Marina in this dark place. She was still alive, it looks like, and that meant that some proper progress could happen. Where were the others? "Marina! Marina, great dandy to see you're okay. You aren't still sick, right?" And-- Oh. Who was this? Cherno paused. It was a blonde-- Blonde haired-- ... Spoiler Cherno was frozen, isolated on a bed of time, where only he and the strange blonde-haired girl existed. He reached out a hand. It felt as if he had repeated this scene hundreds of times in the past. Often, but a little at a time. Yet the waning memory flew around like a butterfly in his mind. When he stared into the girl's eyes, he saw the world through a window; an almost significant past, yet one that seemed so ethereal, so distant, so inaccessible, because he knew that his life had change and would continue to change away from the life that his past had been. And through the sanctifying, grim, murky darkness of this, he felt his mind clawing for a word. A single name that sent violent tears through his heart if his consciousness was ever able to recall it. But alas, try as he may, his tongue was not with him today. xxxxxSo it was naturally, instead, the young girl with her red hood who would react. She glanced at Cherno, at first unable to recognize him. She scanned him to and fro, up and down, like a delicate computer reader. Her eyes played the air analytically, and as she began to pick through the puzzle, her face changed. It changed from surprised, to horrified, to almost sadistically joyous, to terrifyingly enraged. She pulled her knife away from the tramp and towards the lanky fool, but her hand was violently shaking with suspicion, fear and memory. She looked up at him like a furious, cornered cat, but her eyes were wide with curiosity. Her entire face was a soup of mixed emotions, incomprehensible to the worldly mix and the thick cellar air around them. "Ch--" She mouthed out his name, as if gently touching the linen sheets of a memory, an angry memory, that struck thunder in her soul and lit it with a passionate fire. The type of memory that stuck with a person from what seemed like the beginning of time and dominated their personality afterward. What was it? It was like a slow, oozing mix of despair, regret, and terrifying anger that moved like a thick black mudslide across the landscape of her thoughts. She tightened the hand around her knife, and her knuckled whitened. Cherno. Cherno. Hahahahahahahahahaha! She glanced up at him from beneath her hood, drawing out a sadistic crescent of a smile. Her teeth were white and bare and mildly sharp, and in the dim light of the cellar she could only be described as an imp. She took the knife and swiped at Cherno. The feeble, foolish boy barely reacted. He stepped back quickly, but the tip of her knife still grazed him. She growled and let out a dissonant cackle. What was this, Cherno? Weak. Still as useless and inconsequential to the universe as ever. How many people have died by your hand this time, you incompetent bastard? Bitterness tinged her thoughts. This was perfect. She wanted to cry to the heavens and laugh at them at the same time. She jumped at Cherno and thrust forward her knife, but as it sunk into his soft flesh, Cherno slammed her with the base of his palm. Marigold stumbled backward, falling into the tramp girl and onto the floor. Her red shawl flew around her violently like a column of fire, and her hood obscured her sinister eyes. "You've changed, Cherno." Marigold stood up, brushing off dust from her clothes, and spat at the ground. "Look!" She yelled out. "I don't give no two shits whose here and whose isn't. We're getting on with trying to find a way to escape this place. Make one wrong move and I'll-- I'll gash your throat with my kniiiife.~" She ended off the last note with a mild sing-song-y tone. Marigold grumbled and turned away from the lanky fool. She could hardly believe it, and really needed to collect her thoughts. "Hey! You feisty little tramp. You know a place that we can continue? Doors, maybe?" "Her name is Marina." ... Marigold turned back to Cherno. "And my name is Marigold." Sorry, hun, didn't you remember that? Hahahaha." She tapped the side of her head with the flat end of her knife and winked. "A rotten egg by any other name smells just as goddamn terrible."
