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deercountry2022-06-19 02:52 am
wapples) wrote in deercountry2022-06-19 02:52 am
Entry tags:
June Catch All
Who: Fat Billie (wapples)
What: Catch All and Event Prompts
When: June
Where: Trench (various locations)
Content Warnings: Will update in the threads as necessary (death, nightmares, monster, child endangerment, a child swearing)
1 - When Last We Left Our Heroes... (Canon update) - Closed to housemates
[It just kind of happens. Billie curls up in his drawer for a nap, and the Sleeper membrane spreads over him, covered in
tiny blinking eyes that stare suspiciously at anyone who ventures too close.
The sheltie hestole adopted from the beach paces anxiously in the kitchen the entire time, refusing to leave the boy's side.
After a couple days, the membrane begins to dry and the boy within starts to stir. He scrapes at it with his fingers, peeling it away from his face as he calls out.]
Tuck?! Vyng?!
2 - Patience is a Virtue - OTA
[It's a bit of an adjustment, waking back up in Trench after... What? Was he experiencing life at home for the first time? Or simply remembering things that had already happened? Billie's not sure, and it doesn't really occur to him to think too hard on it, anyway. He's back. Everything's fine.
It still takes him a few days to go back to his normal activities and go back to wandering the town on his own when Tuck and Vyng are busy, or just when he gets bored. The tunnels, of course, are a curiosity that immediately catch his attention. He doesn't venture into the woods, or out to Shiver, but the ones in the city are just begging to be explored. It looks dark, though. Real dark.
So he fishes around in his bag for a water bottle that was probably packed for him by either Tuck or Vyng. He drinks some and pours the rest out. It's fine, he definitely won't need that. He holds the bottle up, so it looks like rays of sunlight shining through the clouds are flowing into it. He caps it, and tucks it back into his bag. To anyone witnessing it, it probably looks like he's just a kid, playing pretend.
He peers down into the hole one more time, trying to pick the best spot to make his descent before climbing in.]
3 - Nightmares (cw: death, surreal nightmares, monsters, child endangerment, a child swearing)
[He's curled up with his fluffy bedding gathered around him in his drawer in the kitchen when he hears it.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Ugh, the faucet is leaking. That's so annoying. Someone probably just didn't turn off the tap tightly. Now he has to get up, and climb across the counter to do it himself. Ugh, ugh, ugh. He's so comfortable in his nice, soft bed. He does not want to have to get up! So he tries to ignore it.
Drip... Drip... Drip...]
Tuck?! Vyng?! Can you guys turn off the sink?
[There's no response as he calls out, and Billie is fairly sure they're asleep, which means if he wants to wake them, he'll have to get up. And if he has to get up, he may as well just turn off the tap himself. He groans, an exaggerated sound of irritation, and huffs in annoyance as he shoves aside the fluffy bedding, and walks across the countertop to turn off the dripping tap. He watches it for a moment to make sure he has it tight enough, because god knows once he gets back in bed, he does not want to have to leave it again. He just wants to sleep!
All seems quiet, so he goes back to his drawer, and shifts around in it, adjusting the bedding until he's cozy again, and closes his eyes.
Drip... Drip... Drip...]
Fuck!
[The swear is hissed out quietly, and he stops suddenly, listening in the darkness to see if he can hear Tuck or Vyng, because he wouldn't be at all surprised to hear one of them suddenly call out, 'language!' in admonishment but it's all silent.
The boy gets out of bed again and again climbs across the counter to the sink. Except this time, there's no water coming from the sink. Huh. Weird.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
He listens again.
The bathroom! It's coming from the bathroom! Which, he guesses, is fine at this point because with all the dripping of the water, he's starting to need to go anyway. But really, all he wanted to do was sleep.
Drip... Drip... Drip...]
UGH!
[He clambers on down from the counter and pads quietly in his bare feet off to the bathroom to turn off whatever is dripping. He pauses in the living room, where his dads are asleep, and glances at them. Of course it didn't wake either of them up. Fiiiiiiine. He'll deal with it himself.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
He lets out another big sigh, because really, this is all just the biggest inconvenience he's faced all day, and heads the rest of the way to the bathroom. He glares at the sink, as the silver tap continues to drip... drip... drip... before pulling himself up on the counter and turning off the faucets.
THERE. DONE. Now he can go back to his warm, soft bed!
Drip... Drip... Drip...
He whips back around and glares furiously as there the sink is, dripping again, and again, he twists the faucets to turn them off.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
It's coming from the tub this time, and Billie looks completely exasperated before hopping down off the counter, climbing into the bathtub, and again, turning off the taps. He pulls himself back out.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Billie's eyes flash with fury. This is ridiculous! Why won't the taps just stay off! Back into the tub he goes and again, he turns off the taps. This time, he doesn't even have a chance to get out.
Dripdripdrip.
Now he's getting really angry. He grabs one tap in both hands and wrenches it as hard as he can to try to get it to shut off and stay shut off, before doing the same to the other.
It does nothing, and the sink begins to leak again as well, this time a steady stream of water that begins to flow stronger and faster than just a mere leak. He's starting to become alarmed. It's time to get his dads. Something is clearly wrong. He pulls himself back over the side of the tub and slips on the floor, landing flat on his back, which is when he also notices the toilet is now overflowing as well from both the bowl and the tank, water spilling easily across the floor.
He scrambles up, and backs away, his bare feet slipping on the tile as the water flows from the sink, the toilet, and the bathtub, in spite of the drains. It doesn't even occur to him that none of this really makes any sense. The puddle on the floor begins to grow, and takes on a watery, humanoid shaped form.]
PISS MONSTER!
[It is not lost on Billie that he is in his pajamas, and he has nothing to fight with aside from his bare hands as the creature forms and begins to laugh. He knows this isn't a fight he can win - not like this, not alone.
He dashes back to the living room, where his dads are asleep together, and he tries to shake them awake, starting with Vyng.]
Vyng! Vyng Vyng Vyng! Wake up!
[He yanks the blankets away from the half-elf's face and startles backwards when he sees vacant, crocodillian eyes staring blankly up at him. He cries out in horror.]
NO! VYNG!
[He moves on to Tuck, and seizes the blankets with both hands, yanking on them hard enough to pull them away, and the boy's eyes go wide as his other parent also lays still, staring up with unseeing eyes, and shards of obsidian coin buried in his chest.]
TUCK!
[He shakes Tuck by the shoulders desperately, willing him to move, to blink, to do anything, but it's all to no avail. Despair rises. His friends - his family - are dead, and he's alone. Not only that, but they're dead because he didn't - he couldn't - save them.
Again.
Then he wakes up.
The nightmare comes frequently throughout the month - at home, when he's actually curled up in his drawer. The Raccoon Room, where he's fallen asleep at a table, watching one of the performances on stage. Late in the month, when the exhaustion begins to really show, he might even zone out right on the street, when he gets too tired and sits down to have a little rest right on the ground, or on a bench.
He could probably use help.]
wapples)What: Catch All and Event Prompts
When: June
Where: Trench (various locations)
Content Warnings: Will update in the threads as necessary (death, nightmares, monster, child endangerment, a child swearing)
1 - When Last We Left Our Heroes... (Canon update) - Closed to housemates
[It just kind of happens. Billie curls up in his drawer for a nap, and the Sleeper membrane spreads over him, covered in
tiny blinking eyes that stare suspiciously at anyone who ventures too close.
The sheltie he
After a couple days, the membrane begins to dry and the boy within starts to stir. He scrapes at it with his fingers, peeling it away from his face as he calls out.]
Tuck?! Vyng?!
2 - Patience is a Virtue - OTA
[It's a bit of an adjustment, waking back up in Trench after... What? Was he experiencing life at home for the first time? Or simply remembering things that had already happened? Billie's not sure, and it doesn't really occur to him to think too hard on it, anyway. He's back. Everything's fine.
It still takes him a few days to go back to his normal activities and go back to wandering the town on his own when Tuck and Vyng are busy, or just when he gets bored. The tunnels, of course, are a curiosity that immediately catch his attention. He doesn't venture into the woods, or out to Shiver, but the ones in the city are just begging to be explored. It looks dark, though. Real dark.
So he fishes around in his bag for a water bottle that was probably packed for him by either Tuck or Vyng. He drinks some and pours the rest out. It's fine, he definitely won't need that. He holds the bottle up, so it looks like rays of sunlight shining through the clouds are flowing into it. He caps it, and tucks it back into his bag. To anyone witnessing it, it probably looks like he's just a kid, playing pretend.
He peers down into the hole one more time, trying to pick the best spot to make his descent before climbing in.]
3 - Nightmares (cw: death, surreal nightmares, monsters, child endangerment, a child swearing)
[He's curled up with his fluffy bedding gathered around him in his drawer in the kitchen when he hears it.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Ugh, the faucet is leaking. That's so annoying. Someone probably just didn't turn off the tap tightly. Now he has to get up, and climb across the counter to do it himself. Ugh, ugh, ugh. He's so comfortable in his nice, soft bed. He does not want to have to get up! So he tries to ignore it.
Drip... Drip... Drip...]
Tuck?! Vyng?! Can you guys turn off the sink?
[There's no response as he calls out, and Billie is fairly sure they're asleep, which means if he wants to wake them, he'll have to get up. And if he has to get up, he may as well just turn off the tap himself. He groans, an exaggerated sound of irritation, and huffs in annoyance as he shoves aside the fluffy bedding, and walks across the countertop to turn off the dripping tap. He watches it for a moment to make sure he has it tight enough, because god knows once he gets back in bed, he does not want to have to leave it again. He just wants to sleep!
All seems quiet, so he goes back to his drawer, and shifts around in it, adjusting the bedding until he's cozy again, and closes his eyes.
Drip... Drip... Drip...]
Fuck!
[The swear is hissed out quietly, and he stops suddenly, listening in the darkness to see if he can hear Tuck or Vyng, because he wouldn't be at all surprised to hear one of them suddenly call out, 'language!' in admonishment but it's all silent.
The boy gets out of bed again and again climbs across the counter to the sink. Except this time, there's no water coming from the sink. Huh. Weird.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
He listens again.
The bathroom! It's coming from the bathroom! Which, he guesses, is fine at this point because with all the dripping of the water, he's starting to need to go anyway. But really, all he wanted to do was sleep.
Drip... Drip... Drip...]
UGH!
[He clambers on down from the counter and pads quietly in his bare feet off to the bathroom to turn off whatever is dripping. He pauses in the living room, where his dads are asleep, and glances at them. Of course it didn't wake either of them up. Fiiiiiiine. He'll deal with it himself.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
He lets out another big sigh, because really, this is all just the biggest inconvenience he's faced all day, and heads the rest of the way to the bathroom. He glares at the sink, as the silver tap continues to drip... drip... drip... before pulling himself up on the counter and turning off the faucets.
THERE. DONE. Now he can go back to his warm, soft bed!
Drip... Drip... Drip...
He whips back around and glares furiously as there the sink is, dripping again, and again, he twists the faucets to turn them off.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
It's coming from the tub this time, and Billie looks completely exasperated before hopping down off the counter, climbing into the bathtub, and again, turning off the taps. He pulls himself back out.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Billie's eyes flash with fury. This is ridiculous! Why won't the taps just stay off! Back into the tub he goes and again, he turns off the taps. This time, he doesn't even have a chance to get out.
Dripdripdrip.
Now he's getting really angry. He grabs one tap in both hands and wrenches it as hard as he can to try to get it to shut off and stay shut off, before doing the same to the other.
It does nothing, and the sink begins to leak again as well, this time a steady stream of water that begins to flow stronger and faster than just a mere leak. He's starting to become alarmed. It's time to get his dads. Something is clearly wrong. He pulls himself back over the side of the tub and slips on the floor, landing flat on his back, which is when he also notices the toilet is now overflowing as well from both the bowl and the tank, water spilling easily across the floor.
He scrambles up, and backs away, his bare feet slipping on the tile as the water flows from the sink, the toilet, and the bathtub, in spite of the drains. It doesn't even occur to him that none of this really makes any sense. The puddle on the floor begins to grow, and takes on a watery, humanoid shaped form.]
PISS MONSTER!
[It is not lost on Billie that he is in his pajamas, and he has nothing to fight with aside from his bare hands as the creature forms and begins to laugh. He knows this isn't a fight he can win - not like this, not alone.
He dashes back to the living room, where his dads are asleep together, and he tries to shake them awake, starting with Vyng.]
Vyng! Vyng Vyng Vyng! Wake up!
[He yanks the blankets away from the half-elf's face and startles backwards when he sees vacant, crocodillian eyes staring blankly up at him. He cries out in horror.]
NO! VYNG!
[He moves on to Tuck, and seizes the blankets with both hands, yanking on them hard enough to pull them away, and the boy's eyes go wide as his other parent also lays still, staring up with unseeing eyes, and shards of obsidian coin buried in his chest.]
TUCK!
[He shakes Tuck by the shoulders desperately, willing him to move, to blink, to do anything, but it's all to no avail. Despair rises. His friends - his family - are dead, and he's alone. Not only that, but they're dead because he didn't - he couldn't - save them.
Again.
Then he wakes up.
The nightmare comes frequently throughout the month - at home, when he's actually curled up in his drawer. The Raccoon Room, where he's fallen asleep at a table, watching one of the performances on stage. Late in the month, when the exhaustion begins to really show, he might even zone out right on the street, when he gets too tired and sits down to have a little rest right on the ground, or on a bench.
He could probably use help.]