(I mean yes. You know me, a sucker for some Host lovin’. I think I’ll go withtthtththth Dark. For funsies!) Send me a cute prompt!
“A fairy tale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.” Dark smiled as he gazed across the table at the Host. Both men were still in their suits, Dark’s tie undone and hanging around his neck. His aura glowed and flickered, not in a harsh way. Just lightly, just a reminder that it’s still there.
The Host blushed, smiled and looked away. “Yeah… Me too…” He whispered. “Do you think it was mean, not inviting the other egos?”
“No.” Dark shook his head. He got up and walked around the table, holding his new husband from behind. He kissed his cheek. “I wanted this moment to be us. Just us. No one else.”
“The Host is flattered. He gets up and turns to face his newly wedded husband, taking him in his arms and beginning to lead him in a slow, sweet dance. Something he doubts the evilest of us egos are used to.”
Dark laughed and kissed the Host’s nose. “I’d be offended if I didn’t know you were kidding.” He smiled.
The Host grinned and kept dancing. “I’m glad you know I’m kidding. If you didn’t get my sense of humor, I don’t know how long this marriage would last.” He nuzzled into the crook of Dark’s neck and said no more.
Dark closed his eyes. The other egos slept peacefully, no idea of what had passed in the night. No idea of the sweet bliss that had come to pass, of the joy that the night had brought for two of the egos.
Summary: What if… they weren’t always characters? (Light Host/Dr. Iplier) Enjoy~
Dr. Edward Ibbot was a phenomenal surgeon and doctor, and he prided himself on this. He worked hard for his degree, and was constantly trying to learn ways to improve his practice. Every false diagnosis was a learning experience. Every failure was a new beginning. He was a sweet, kind man who kept to himself most days. Tall, slender, not muscular with dazzling green eyes and a stellar smile. He was perfect.
The doctor had been listening to soft guitar music while looking over patient records when his office door opened. Thanks to the night, it was harder to see the person move. All he had was his desk lamp, which barely shined bright enough for him to see the records. “Hello?” He asked quietly. “Who’s there?”
The figure flipped on the overhead switch, and Dr. Ibbot jumped to his feet. He gaped at the man, a generous term in his in opinion, for what stood in front of him looked hellish. Completely gray skin, with a flickering red and blue aura surrounding him. He cracked his neck, and Dr. Ibbot winced at the noise.
“That’s not natural!” Dr. Ibbot’s fear turned to worry. “Are you okay? What’s wrong with you? Can I help you?”
The man chuckled, the noise layered and unsettling. “You can help me by holding still.” He said flatly.
Before Dr. Ibbot could ask what he meant, the room was engulfed in a monochromatic colorscheme, and the furniture disappeared. It was just the man and the doctor. Dr. Ibbot didn’t get the chance to run. The man, no, the demon began to tear at his skin, at his face, organs, all of it. Changing him. Molding him.
Dr. Ibbot screamed, and screamed louder as the demon reached into his throat, changing how he sounded. He didn’t understand. How could he?
“You’re still too tall.” The demon hissed, and Dr. Ibbot felt his body compress on itself. “Your name is Dr. Iplier, do you understand?” Ibbot, now Iplier, didn’t have a choice. He nodded. “Good. Now, Dr. Iplier, tend to your practice.”
Then everything went black for the good doctor.
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Dr. Iplier was a joke of a doctor. Wrong, no helpful insights, nothing. He was a joke. The others laughed at him, constantly telling them they were dying when he actually wanted to say Ed had high blood sugar or Bim was at risk for anemia, if he didn’t have it. But he couldn’t say it. What came out of his mouth was rubbish.
Dr. Iplier looked at his face in a hand mirror he had once again. He remembered everything, he remembered who he’d been before. He remembered who he was. He wondered if the others did.
He jumped at a knock on his door. Dr. Iplier put away the hand mirror. “Come in.”
“The Host opens the door and walks in. He closes the door before walking to sit in the chair next to Dr. Iplier.”
Dr. Iplier smiled. “Time to change your bandages already?” He asked.
“No… That’s not why I came.” The Host sighed. “Doctor… You’re not the only one who remembers.”
Dr. Iplier’s mouth fell open. He had so many questions, none of them coming out.
“No, you can’t talk about it. No one else can, but me… it’s in my character to have this ability. Dark hates it.” The Host explained, and took Dr. Iplier’s hand. Dr. Iplier felt his eyes sting, but tears wouldn’t break free. “I know your name is Edward Ibbot. And you are a good doctor. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my care.”
Dr. Iplier lunged forward and hugged the Host. He wanted to say thank you. He wanted to talk about his old practice, his old home, everything. All that came out was a small, shaky, “I’m sorry, you’re dying.”
Host: Admittedly, there are some people who take care of him more often, considering that someone doesn’t think some people are fit to take care of him
Host: Anyway, he’s not very aware of the things he does so it’s just better have someone there with them
/ I made another one cus i was unhappy with the first
No more narrations filled his head. It was finally silent. Nothing shouting at him anymore, no ten thousand voices overlapping and talking, hundreds of different voices, billions of different scenarios. No more what-ifs, no more right or wrong. He was finally free of it all. He had finally silence.
He wasn’t anyone’s puppet anymore. He wasn’t controlled by anyone, he had no one he needed to obey without a choice. He had no leader, he had no commander, he had no puppeteer. He was finally free of it all. He finally had free will.
He was warm, and cold. His coat was getting soaked, though he didn’t mind. He was enjoying this. He was smiling. He was finally free from it all, how could he not enjoy this moment?
His eyes didn’t hurt. Even though his bandages were soaked in blood, and there was still blood dripping from the sockets. It was just overwhelming. Everything and nothing was anymore. No more headaches, no more violent visions. He was finally free of it all. He finally had no pain.
He let out a deep breath. It was quiet. He was getting cold. He didn’t mind. He was happy, he was free. He didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, no more responsibilities, no more worries. Everything was alright now. He was finally free of it all. He finally didn’t need to think anymore.
He was drifting off, slowly. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He was content, and he grew even more tired the longer he stayed here like this. Which was fine, though.
He heard someone scream. The sound was so far away though, that he wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or not. He didn’t feel when he was pulled into someone’s lap. He didn’t hear the screaming of his name. He didn’t feel the tears that dripped onto his pale features. As the blood soaked further into his clothes, as his breathing slowly stopped, and his entire body grew limp. Clutched in the arms of the one he had loved.
/ I tried making some wings move
/ i am unhappy
/ Almost 5 hours later and I got this DONE
/ ENTIRELY WITH MOUSE except the small thin fold lines
/ I had this idea of like, an anime scene where this gets explained / And I wanted to make it because I had ideas / So here you go / As best as I could make it :’) / If I had some program to make videos with, I would’ve added a zoom to the core thing like I wanted to but oh well
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