So, if you've ever read any of the comments on my stories, then you know that I like role-playing using my OCs. At this point, they might as well be real XD. Anyway, I've actually had ideas for little events involving them. This is a collection of s...
Legend found himself yet again walking down the stairs to the basement, his dad not knowing. He took care of the Fading, so that they didn't Fade. Not completely. Legend was in front of Will Fox's door, providing him with his food. He went to Zombietale Sans's door, and heard the usual words.
Z.S: Please...just kill me...it hurts so much...
Legend decided to skip Z.S for today.
Next up was the one he'd been looking forward to all day.Caretaker's room.
Legend opened the door, expecting Caretaker to be sleeping as usual. Instead, he was staring into the mirror Legend had brought him a while ago. His eyes were dripping their normal grey ooze (unlike Legend, Caretaker no longer has control of his oozing face), and he looked over at the sound of the door opening.
Caretaker: Legend! How are ya, little brother?
Legend: Technically, since you don't age down here, I'm older than you now.
Caretaker: *Trying to wipe away his goop, failing miserably* Eh, i formed first, so...I'm still older.
Legend: Dammit...
Caretaker: Heh...remember when we first formed? Dad had us stand next to each other and took a picture. Will Fox refused to be in the picture, though.
Legend: Yeah. That was back when we lived in the Papers pace.
Caretaker: Do you still have that photo?
Legend: Of course! Why do you ask?
Caretaker: Can I have it? As a reminder of better times?
Legend: Of course! Why didnt you ask sooner? *Pulls out picture*
Caretaker: *Grabs it* Ahh...I miss this.
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Caretaker: I forgot how I looked without my goop spilling everywhere...
The brothers sat in silence for a bit, before Caretaker spoke up.
Caretaker: ...Does he ever miss me?
Legend: ...
Caretaker: So that's a no, then.
Legend: He's been keeping an eye on our new neighbors, and-
Caretaker: Woah, neighbors? When the fuck did you get neighbors?
Legend: Shit...I didn't mean to say that...
Caretaker: Why the hell am Istuck in this stupid room, while everyone else gets to be out there?!?
Legend was getting worried. Caretaker usually brought this up, but not this violently.
Legend: As I was saying, our neighbor seems to be having a sort of trouble with her OCs, and she's working on a way to fix them...
Caretaker: What are you saying?
Legend: If she succeeds, then we can modify it to fix you!
Caretaker: It won't work.
Legend: Why not?
Caretaker: Because it never works! No matter what happens, what you or dad try, it never works!
Caretaker: *Crying into Legend's shirt* You always say that...dad always says that...but nothing ever works. I just hate it down here.
Legend: Well, better than what our neighbor's OCs have to go through if they get classified as "dead". From what I gather, it's not a pleasant experience.
Caretaker: I guess...but can you see about getting me a TV or something?
Legend: *Smiles gently* I can try.
Legend opened the door, and walked out, locking it behind him just in case.
Caretaker sat back down on his bed, and pulled out his Essence Sphere. The flaming ball of red light had a growing darkness inside, a sure sign he was infected with the disease. It corrupted one's body and soul, until they were just an evil version of themselves. So far, Legend and Caretaker have managed to slow it down, but it was still growing. Hopefully, their new neighbor's cure for their OCs would work.
Caretaker: Heh, at least I'm not dead yet...
He put away his Essence Sphere, and curled up in bed, falling asleep.
