đź‘Ś + 6 1/2 inches

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

He took Patches’ hand, pushing himself up as he did to help him pull him up onto the crate. “The Host questions how much more climbing will have to be done to get to Patches’ home.” He was getting a workout from this trip, that was for sure.

“We are about done with the climbing!” Patches replied as he stepped onto the window sill- thankfully it was just like a tall stair. He walked over to the still and slowly pulled it up with a few grunts. “Sorry if it’s a lot of work…when you’re small everything seems to be a mountain and you just sort of..get used to it.” He managed to mumble out as he had made a crack big enough to crawl through. Though he did listen into the room. There was quite a bit of noise but it was far away.

“Alright no one is in here…this is the storage room.” He was holding it up for Host.

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

He rested his hands on the table in front of Patches which made the difference a little more apparent. There was a familiar reference point right in front of him and the scale just didn’t seem quite right.

“Anything at all. You could tell me about yourself. How did you and the Host meet?” Given him your juicy secrets, Patches. Show him how to exploit your relationship with Host.

Patches flopped backwards on the table when they set their ginormous hands down. It really did feel like he just shrunk from six inches to three! No… he couldn’t be shrinking again could he? Patches hyperventilated quietly when forced to look up at Dark. Maybe just giving him what he wanted will end this experience quickly. He hoped so anyways.

“Uh- In his library sir…I wanted to read books and..yeah.”

đź‘Ś + 6 1/2 inches

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

He was being careful as he climbed up, making certain he had a good hold before each move. Slipping was something he really didn’t want to do. He didn’t even want to know how far of a fall it would be at this height. Was Patches’ entire life like some kind of action movie?

It took him a little bit to catch up, but he eventually did, making it with no incidents. At least this could be considered research for that story idea he had.

You’d have to be pretty athletic to survive in a world huge and out to get you. Patches was more or less impressed the Host managed to catch up so quickly. The doctor looked at the last thing they’d have to scale to get to the window…a crate. However it would be smooth sailing as it only peeked a little out from the tire. Patches reached his arms up and pulled himself over with two of his legs kicking lightly. He then turned around and reached out his hand again for Host graciously.

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

Host certainly didn’t like Dark, Patches was right about that, though they did have a strained alliance of sorts. But he never would’ve wanted Patches to have to deal with him, much less be alone with him.

The attempt at a stern tone didn’t seem to be doing any good. Dark didn’t seem to have any intention of letting Patches go just yet. “I think it would be better if we had a little chat. Perhaps get to know me before making such harsh judgements.”

All of a sudden the two of them were sitting at a table—or well, Dark was sitting at it, Patches was sitting on it. Also was it Patches’ imagination, or did Dark look even larger than before?

He wasn’t going to let him leave wasn’t he?

The little man squealed at the sudden change of not being in the other’s cold palm and instead as he laid on the table. He of course flopped over onto the hard surface as he looked up at the menacing figure…that seemed to be bigger? No. It has to be his overactive imagination right?

Right?…

Patches demeanor went back to being frightened as he shivered- laying on his knees trying to speak but was having a hard time putting words together. “Wh-what would there be to talk about?”

musingmemes:

halloween-ish starter prompts

send me a word for a starter

  • send me AFRAID! for a starter based around a phobia my character has.
  • send me BOO! for a starter where my character trying to scare yours.
  • send me BLACK CAT! for a starter where my character comes home with a stray cat.
  • send me BLOOD! for a starter where my character is extremely injured.
  • send me CANDY! for a starter where my character has a stomach ache from eating too much candy.
  • send me CEMETERY! for a starter where my character is visiting someone who’s passed away with your character.
  • send me COSTUME! for a starter where my character is showing yours their halloween costume.
  • send me DARKNESS! for a starter where all the electricity goes out in the middle of the night.
  • send me GHOST! for a starter where my character is trying to convince yours that ghosts are/aren’t real.
  • send me GRIM REAPER! for a starter where my character is dying.
  • send me HAUNT! for a starter where my character thinks the house is haunted.
  • send me JACK O’LANTERN! for a starter where our characters are carving pumpkins.
  • send me NIGHTMARE! for a starter where my character suddenly wakes up from a bad dream.
  • send me SPIDER! for a starter where my character spots a spider while in the shower.
  • send me TRICK OR TREAT! for any halloween based starter.

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

“Stranger is such a harsh term. We have a connection, a mutual friend.” At least Dark was still acting… relatively decent. Sure he wasn’t really listening to the requests to let Patches leave but he hadn’t snapped at him or anything… yet.

From knowing the Host- from this point at least, his friend wouldn’t ever consider this thing to be an ally. Sure the Host had a mysterious past but they didn’t seem like the type that’d be friends with a kidnapping entity. He had to get out but all this begging didn’t seem to be working. He had to put his foot down a tad to see if they can convince them to let him pass. 

“N-N-no that isn’t a connection at all!” He yelped in a tone that tried to be stern but the shakiness would easily give away he was terrified. “He never said anything about you so how am I supposed to believe you? I am sorry but I really would like to leave….please?”

mcrasmus:

COWER, YOU FOOLS !!! THE GREAT MERASMUS ARRIVES IN THIS MONTH OF HALLOWEEN ON A TIDE OF BLOOD AND CURSES !!!
Please like && reblog if you’re interested to interact with this old, stinky and 3000 year old Wizard, Merasmus from Team Fortress 2 !!!
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