i am the one hiding under your bed

[feigned]

MONSTER OPEN POST

want to play out fun/gruesome/depressing/etc. monster scenarios without the pressure of having to app into a game? thread them out here to your heart's content! post a toplevel with your character's preferred monster(s), a short description of the changes they've gone through, and/or examples of things you'd like to play out. then tag around and terrorize others!

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[yolo]

[Can you still bust your ass when you don't technically have one?]

PFFT-HAH-HAH-HAH! The fuck! [It's almost like whoever's laughing was lying in wait for Fuu to fuck up, it's that close. In fact, it kinda sounds like it's coming from the ceiling. Yup. Thought no one saw that swan dive? Guess again, bitch!

Her bodyguard has somehow crammed himself up on top of the shelf, probably not for the first time.

Cats, man.]

Thought somethin' smelled funny when I came in here. [He yawns--] Shoulda' known. [--wide enough to display all of his gross, yellowed fangs and the pieces of something or other still stuck in them

And no, he isn't helping.

He'd much rather lay his head back down on his arm and keep watch on her through one cracked eye until doing so actually suits him.]

You ain't stuck to the floor again, are ya?

[fuukinchou]

[IDK, can you still be a smartass when you're technically dumb?!

Okay, so a few things are gonna happen here. First, Fuu turns even redder (like literally, her entire slime-self is like a see-through tomato right now), because she's getting so mad, and while her being angry is about as intimidating as a grumpy finch, it's kind of entertaining. Second, she's getting slightly mortified because what the fuck, Mugen, were you watching her sleep or something?!? Third, her anger meter is going off the charts. All of that leads to the following frantic response:]

Mugen?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM, YOU CREEP-- ugh!

[Her Gracefulness wobbles, clawing up to an approximation of standing in, basically, a puddle of muck. Except the muck is supposed to be her legs. Yeah. Anyway, now that she's standing ("standing") again, she's off on another tirade, throwing her fists in the air at him like she expects to be able to reach him all the way down here.]

Don't you have anything better to do than watch me sleep?!?

[Here's the fun part: remember how her entire self is basically Fuu-shaped jelly? While she's flailing, mostly uselessly, one of her arms actually stretches out so that it's long enough to reach where Mugen is perched in the rafters. Gomu gomu no pistol, asshole.]

[yolo]

[Short answer: yes

Long answer: it's nice being able to nod off close to somebody knowing they weren't gonna slit his throat. Or drink his blood. Or eat his face. Because Ryslig had to make things that much weirder.

The only damage Fuu could ever do was blow out his fucking eardrums.

Mugen winces, digging a clawed finger into one furred ear. It's one hell of a good thing she didn't turn into something with a bigger mouth because he doubts his hearing would've lasted long.]

Chill. There's no sun in mine.

[He jabs an illustrative finger at the opposite wall, directing her attention toward the window and the sweet, sweet rays pouring through it, angled directly at the spot he was currently stretched and strung about.]

Not like you got anything to worry about anyways, sis. Maybe I ain't as uptight as four-eyes, but a dude's gotta draw the line at slug-zilla.

[Soon as he says that, he grins like a box of knives.]

Bet you're still just wishin' I was into y-- [Bait. Or it would have been, had her hand not whapped his face - dead center - at that exact moment with a resounding, wet sort of splat!] --Ghhk!

[For the moment, he can't see shit through the bright red residue that money shot just left behind. His mouth has also essentially, and pretty effectively, been glued shut. Slapping at the wood and dry wall around him, he grabs a hold of the first thing his hand comes in contact with, which happens to be a small, decorative knick-knack from the shelf just below the one he's taken up residence.

And he flings it wildly in her general direction.

No special name for this attack 'cause it really ain't that special.]