deercountry | You say I'm bleeding?

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You say I'm bleeding? | Open

Who: Luca and you!
What: Luca dealing with various levels of corruption. There's a prompt for him just being super corrupted after he literally eats handfuls of candy (and he also has amnesia, animal parts, paranoia, and is singing, just pretend the linked song is being sung by a thirteen year old boy), and also a prompt for him after he goes into beast mode.
When: The high corruption candy Luca is in the first half of the month, the beast mode is mid month
Where: Either prompt can be anywhere as long as it's outside

Content Warnings: Self harm, blood, strong language being used by a child (in the linked song)

The Chocolatier - OTA
Luca has a sweet tooth. It's not usually an issue, since he likes plenty of healthy foods as well and balances candy with balanced meals, but he definitely does enjoy sweets. So when a strange creature comes to him and offers him the most amazing chocolate he's ever smelled, and all he has to do is bleed? Well, Luca just had to take him up on the offer. Enthusiastically.

He ends up with a very decent amount of chocolate, too. It's only fair after Luca found a sharp rock and used it to open both palms so he could bleed and bleed for the Chocolatier. Anyone who saw him now would see he's still bleeding, but too far gone from corruption to notice or care.

His intent hadn't originally been to eat all the candy himself, and someone might notice that he's set eight pieces of candy aside, having mentally told himself who each piece would go to. Right in front of him, however, is a small pile that's all that's left of what he picked for himself, as he's already eaten quite a few pieces, and it shows. He's grown bat wings and a snake tail from the candy, though the truffle and coconut chocolate had left their own physical mark on him as well, as the confusion from the amnesia and the paranoia had intermingled to push him farther into corruption, leaving him with claws, sharp teeth and slit pupils.

And then there was the singing, because of course he ate some of the almond candy, and of course as he desperately tries to reach for what little he remembers, the only memory he's able to grasp is one of Charlie teaching him curse words.

The Serpent - OTA
Though the candy has worn off by now, it's left it's mark. The hours spent being paranoid and confused had brought him into the depths of corruption, and while his mind had returned from the effects of the candy, the madness that had seeped into his mind was not so easy to shake. Maybe he'd have teetered over the edge on his own. Maybe he'd have pulled himself back, bit by bit. 'Maybe' didn't matter, though, because it's when he feels Luz's mind sinking into beasthood that he looses his last thread of humanity.

"Luz!" he calls out, the familial bond between them letting him feel exactly what's happening. "Luz, don't worry, I'll keep you safe!"

And with that thought, he races through the streets, green scales spreading along his skin, blue fins racing down his back, and before long, a massive serpent is slithering down the street.

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Ange's memories of her time as a child in this place are.. vague. Very vague. She's kind of glad that she doesn't remember everything, since it was probably all highly embarrassing, but there are a few things that still stand out in her mind.

Like the memory of a boy talking to her. A boy who hadn't been just a boy. Maybe it's the latter fact that made that encounter actually linger a little in her memory, it stood out too much to forget.

And when she notices the same boy now on the street, she recognizes him, realising it's the same guy she spoke to. She's not sure if he'll even recognize her, since she is a lot older now, even if her hairstyle is basically the same - but that's not the part that matters. What matters is that he's looking off. Not in the way he had as a monster back then - but off in a different way. Does he have multiple forms?

.. Ange isn't sure, but she's just slightly worried enough to approach the singing boy. Not that the worry shows on her face, mind you, since she is the queen of pokerfaces, but it does exist deep down.

"Hey. Is.. everything alright here?"

You know, just a random person asking that. Totally normal, right.

There is no recognition in his eyes. There wouldn't be even if he hadn't eaten the chocolate, but now that he has, any hope of him realizing who was speaking to him had been completely erased. The paranoia he gained from the candy now rose up within him, and he pulls his candy closer to himself.

He answers, continuing to sing. "Why are you asking? I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. What do you really want? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine."

".. It's yours?"

That's the part that stands out to Ange. The fact he doesn't recognize her isn't so weird - after all, it's not like she's looking exactly the same as she did when she was younger, there are some differences. And who would just suddenly believe that the six year old they spoke with was now suddenly an adult?

So when that doesn't stand out to her, it's the other thing he says. Her gaze falls on the box, realising that he must be refering to that, but that still doesn't fully clear up her confusion.

"I mean, sure. It is." She says it so casually, like there's no doubt about that fact in her mind. "It's not like I want to take it."

Please, why would Ange just randomly steal something from a kid?

He still eyes her suspiciously.

"You might. This is very special chocolate."

The effects of the chocolate that had been making him sing seems to be fading at this point, since he'd eaten that one early on. Thankfully, he's able to talk normally now. Well, as normally as one could claim his paranoid ramblings were. He reaches for another chocolate, popping it into his mouth. Horns grow on his head.

"There's...something. I forget how I got it. But I know I had to do something to get it..."

He looks at his bleeding hands. Green blood with little red swirls mixed in. That had something to do with it he's sure, but he can't quite recall.

"But if you don't want the chocolate, then why are you here?"

Ange is quiet for just a moment after he answers that. She tries to not let the pause last too long, but she definitely has to think for a moment here about how to answer that.

In the end she decides that it's probably for the best to be at least a little serious here - especially since the other seems so weirdly suspicious of everything else right now.

"I was worried about you."

Ange manages to say it in her usual casual flat tone, almost devoid of emotion - it's the only way she can tell herself that it's okay to use the w-word so openly here.

"I mean.." She points at his horns. "You don't have those normally, do you?" (Of course not, she just saw them grow - but she's trying to make him aware of that fact as well.)

".. and you're bleeding."

"And why would you be worried about me?"

He reaches up and touches one of the horns, then pauses, thinking.

"Yeah, that's new...I'm pretty sure I don't remember ever having these before..."

And yet he sounds like he does have some doubt, like maybe he has and simply forgot. Then, when the bleeding was mentioned, he cocks his head, then looks at his hand.

"Oh. That. It's fine. There was...something...I think something asked me to bleed?" he says as he struggles to pull the memory back up.

"Wait."

Ange pauses too for a moment, her brain quickly working inside of her head to process everything she's hearing here. Thankfully the information he's providing her with makes it a whole lot easier to just ignore the initial question, since Ange would love to never have to publically answer that one, thanks.

"Something asked you?" That's what's mainly preoccupying her thoughts. If something asked for his blood, then it could very easily be influencing Luca right now.. "Do you remember what or who it was?"

"It was...it was..." he struggles to remember. He manages to pull of a brief flash of an image in his mind. "It looked scary. Horns and hands and teeth. But it was really nice. It gave me chocolate."

And maybe if he hadn't been influenced by the strange aura around the Chocolatier he'd realize how flawed his logic was, but as things are, he doesn't.

It is kind of weird, she thinks. The way this boy is describing that.. well, that whatever it was as something so clearly omnious, and yet at the same time it sounds like he doesn't realise just how omnious he's making it sound.

Whatever that thing was, it's really got to have some influence over him here. Concerningly so, though Ange at the same time has absolutely no idea how to help get rid of it.

"Is that.. when you got these?"

She points at the claws on his hands.

Ange is mostly trying to gently nudge his brain along. To help him realise that something is wrong with him - no, with this entire situation.

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