They call me The Mother Of All Monsters

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* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

"…how?" Mal asked, finally able to open her good eye slightly to look at the double. "…can you? I can’t…"

* Rishy nodded.* ” Do you want to….say goodbye? I know he’s horrible….but he’s what I am without friends or family.”

Mal nodded, carefully clambering up to her feet and taking the double’s face into her hands. “I’m so sorry…. you’re going through this.” She said softly. “Hum is…. the Hum here is safe… and happy. M-Maybe when you’re better…. you can see him. Until then…. just sleep a while…”

* He managed to open his eye slightly, the pupil contracting and unfocused.* ” Nightmare….trapped with nightmares…” * With that, Rishy unleashed his Old Man Winter. The double froze solid into a statue.*

Mal lowered her head sadly, then collapsed again, her vision fading. The shock was fading and the adrenaline rush left her feeling weak and disoriented.

"…Rishy? Rishy, where are you?"

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(starter for Mother Mal)

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Walking down the road, Totenkinder idly tapped her cane against her heel as she walked.  She’d decided to take a weekend away from the city and go upstate to the countryside.

Sensing some sort of disturbance nearby she noticed a woman sat on a rock wall near a tree.  Something about this woman made Totenkinder curious.

"Hello?" Totenkinder said, deciding not to scare the woman, "Are you okay there?"

Mal looked up to the old woman, smiling and about to dismiss her politely when she felt something. It was an odd feeling, usually one Mal would feel around extremely powerful entities. And that made her pause. This was no ordinary old woman. She was cautious, but acted casual and calm.

"Yes, ma’am, I’m fine." she answered. "Just resting after my morning jog and taking in the scenery. Lovely day for an outing."

"What? Someone locked it!"

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"What do you mean someone’s locked it how are we supposed to get out?" Roman asked, shoving Mal out of the way and jiggling the door handle, seeing that it wouldn’t budge. 

"Great just fucking great…" he muttered, throwing his hands up in defeat as he turned away from the door. "So we’re locked in some dusty old cellar, surrounded by crated with god knows what could be lurking behind them and no way out. And judging by the sound of those footsteps above us our captor us human. Not a walker who just bumped into the door and lock us in here." He said, as dust rained down from above as the floor started to creaked. Followed by the sound of muffled laughter and voices talking.

"And to top it off I am out of ammunition." He sighed, looking down at his gun.

Roman listened intently to Mal’s explanation, some of his fear slowly began to ebb away at her words. Mustering a laugh he inched closer to her, his hands at his sides. “Well that is some infection. And here I thought Hay fever was bad.” He said.

Nodding he looked around the area once more before turning to her. “And I would have to agree with you when it comes to leaving this place. I’m pretty sure that the man you just let go was the only one along with his friends down there. So when we leave this place be very careful.” He warned her.

Moving past her he reached for the door, winching slightly as the door creaked slightly before peering through it.

"Coast is clear…wait…" he held up a hand, stopping Mal in her tracks, eyes narrowing slightly as he heard footsteps coming towards them. Several in fact, it sounded like three of maybe even four people were heading towards them. 

Cursing Roman slammed the door shut and looked to Mal. “Get back down stairs.” He said, placing a hand on her back, guiding her down the stairs. They were half way down when the door creaked open and light flooded in. 

"Well well look what we have here?" a low voice growled out, sounding amused at the circumstances. Swallowing Roman slowly turned around, coming face to face with the barrel of a gun.

Feeling his anger rise Roman lunged at the person holding the gun when-

BANG!

Pain shot through his left should as a bullet tore through it. Howling in pain Roman clutched at his bleeding shoulder as he dropped to the ground.

"ROMAN!" Mal cried, falling after him. Quickly she pressed her hand to his wound to try and stop the bleeding, looking up at their pursuers. The light made it hard to see who it was or what kind of gun they had, but her renewed anger and fear caused her to react. 

She hissed, like a jungle cat, putting as much of herself as she could over Roman to shield him. If they were these people’s playthings, this act would probably mean nothing at all. But she had to do something to protect Roman.

"Get the fuck back!" she yelled to the man on the stairs, tendrils once again sprouting from her left arm and curling around Roman’s chest. Two of the tentacles found his wound and seemed to prod at it with curiosity.

The strangers seems to stagger backwards when the tendrils began to appear, one of them nearly losing his foot as he did so. His friend however didn’t seem deterred by this development however. 

"Easy now girl you don’t want to get yourself or your friend in deeper trouble do you?" he asked, gun still aimed at them. "No need to kick up a fuss, my pals and I just wanna have a little fun with you." He chuckled. "Though the fighting spirit you’re showing will make things interesting."

Mal would have instantly pulled out a gun and shot at them. All of her instincts told her to do just that, but she remained frozen. A firefight would kill Roman, and her quick draw wasn’t very quick. Both of them would be dead in moments. All she could do was stall. Her tendrils were very slowly healing Roman’s wound, and with her body shielding him, she snuck a gun into his hand. 

"Don’t take a step closer!" she yelled at her captors. "Touch me and I swear I’ll eat you alive!"

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* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

"…how?" Mal asked, finally able to open her good eye slightly to look at the double. "…can you? I can’t…"

* Rishy nodded.* ” Do you want to….say goodbye? I know he’s horrible….but he’s what I am without friends or family.”

Mal nodded, carefully clambering up to her feet and taking the double’s face into her hands. “I’m so sorry…. you’re going through this.” She said softly. “Hum is…. the Hum here is safe… and happy. M-Maybe when you’re better…. you can see him. Until then…. just sleep a while…”

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Friendly:

"Hi, I’m new here, can you show me around?"
"Uh.. I think I’m lost."
"Wow, those are some awesome threads!"
"Don’t mind me, I just like making new friends!"
"Oh dear, do you need help?"
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* The Handyman was chained to a wall, his lower half of his face in a muzzle.

His arms where tied against his shell to keep him from lashing out.

He scanned his wild blue eye at Mal, manically giggling.*

" Rishy likes to see you aaaaaggggaaaaaiiinnn!"

* The giggles tapered into wracked sobs.*

" Mal….I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…."

* Rishy’s strength blossomed enough for him to awaken and see the infection spread. The beast also healed, but was still unconscious. Rishy had to act fast, or else.*

Mal rubbed at her eyes, trying to look up at the doppleganger and tried to catch her breath.

"Both… share…. the hurt…" she tried to say. "Can’t… kill him…. or you die too…. so…. what now?"

" Freeze him alive. Keep him alive but paralyzed. If we are stronger, we free him…and maybe resort to surgery to calm him down for good."

"…how?" Mal asked, finally able to open her good eye slightly to look at the double. "…can you? I can’t…"

a day in the life of a roleplayer
roleplayer: *looks at muse*
muse: *looks at roleplayer*
roleplayer: no.
muse: yes.
roleplayer: don't you fucking dare.
muse: I'M GOING TO DO THE THING.
Alternative Ways To Beat FnaF

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3. Be a little environmentally conscious.

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Downside is that you may have to peddle a bike for six hours straight.

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Alternative Ways To Beat FnaF

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2. Spray bottles work for cats, so why not for demon robots.

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Alternative Ways To Beat FnaF

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1. Uncomfortably stare at the robots until they leave

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"I feel like I'm going to be sick."

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Andy looked to the woman concerned. “You all right, darlin’? You look kinda pale.” He stated, moving towards the woman.

"Trumpeting no, screams, the sounds of car crashes and other noises. Gunfire too." Andy said, handing her a pair of gloves before grabbing a pair for himself and a dirty blue tarp before heading for the exit. "There MAY have been trumpeting. Disasters like these usually bring out the crazies." He told her. 

Moving back towards the dead cougar he muttered a few curses as he laid the tarp on the ground and rolled the cat on to it. “Easier this way, saves us from getting body fluids on us. Jesus this fucker is heavy.” He muttered as he and Mal moved the cat on to the tarp.

Mal huffed as she mustered the strength to move the partially eaten cat onto the tarp. Then she started to look worried. It was her idea to get rid of the carcass, but how would they do that? Burning it would attract all kinds of attention. Throwing it in the river would contaminate the already questionable water in the river. They sure as hell couldn’t salvage any of it by the way it smelled.

"Okay, so, I apparently have no idea how to dispose of a body." She admitted, looking around the wood. "What should we do? Bury it? Move it somewhere else?"

"Burying it would be a good idea…I’ll need to grab the shovel from the barn." He told her, before putting the body down before gesturing for Mal to follow. "I know you don’t need to follow me everywhere but I don’t like leaving you out there alone." He said, grabbing the shovel and stepping out again.

Moving back towards where the body lay he let out a groan at what he saw. “Fuck…see this is why I don’t like leaving people unattended.” He said pointing to the lone walker that had helped itself to the remains of the cat.

Lifting the shovel above his head he brought it down on it’s head. Watching as it collapsed on the cougar.

"This is one reason I hate hunting. You go and catch something in the woods and next thing one of these fuckers is on it. Like a fucking dog after you’ve left your food unattended."

"I understand." Mal smiled as she followed Andy. "But these woods are safer than you think. I hardly see walkers around these days."

"Oh, scratch that." Mal frowned, once they reached the body of the couger and the walker feasting on it. Once Andy killed the walker, she knelt next to it to make sure it wouldn’t get back up. And it wouldn’t. 

"Hmm, well I do know a trick." She mused as she started stuffing the walker into the tarp too while Andy started digging the hole. "Lurkers don’t seem to like their own scent. They completely ignore anything that smells like them. I saw a group that would paint their fence with the guts, and it kept lurkers away during the night. And most anything else, it smelled horrible." Then she paused, watching as the hole gradually got bigger. "…not sure how it would help in a hunt without contaminating the food…"

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The knocking at the cabin door made Mal jolt. It made her blood run cold and her face drain to pale. People. People were so much scarier than walkers. However, they could be reasoned with. Maybe she could reason with the person to go the hell away. 

Keeping a pistol close by, she made her way to the door and opened it very slightly. It was a man, older than her, slightly rugged. He didn’t looked armed through the sliver of the opening.

"…can I help you?" Mal called through the door, not sure if she should trust this person or not.

She shook her head. “No, I’m a loner.” He looked like he was starting to get worse, so she dug around her bag for a thermos as she continued. “I’ve been traveling and backpacking around the country, so I’m a very long way from home. Probably won’t be able to get back at this rate.” She finally fished her thermos out and went to Andy’s side to give it to him. “Here, fresh water.”

Andy nodded his thanks as he took the Thermos from her and took a big gulp of water. “Thank you.”

Mal nodded, then sat back in her chair. “You should be alright after a day or so, or at least the pain will go away. I used to have a car, but it disappeared the other day so I don’t have a way to get you home as you are. We can try walking if you’re up to it, but until then you need to take it easy and rest. I have some food, I don’t mind splitting or sharing.” Then she offered a small smile. “If that’s all okay with you, of course.”

Andy laughed as he lay his head back down. “Y’know you shouldn’t be so nice to strangers nowadays. Never know who they’re with or anything. Hell this whole me coming to your door injured could just be a ploy for the bandits.” He lectured her.

The dark look on her face told him however that she had thought of that idea, and that the last thing she need was a lecture. “But if you lasted this long them you all ready know that, don’t you?”

Mal’s look was dark at first, but after a moment she smiled. “That’s why I have a gun. That’s why you’re not getting any pain killers. That’s why I’m sitting here and watching you and listening for anyone else trying to surround the house. Yeah, I’ve learned a long time ago to not trust people. Just the other day, I nearly stepped in this oversized bear trap, and it was a nasty piece of work. And nasty all around, it looks like it had gotten a lot of use.”

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