The Archive; Oneshot/Scrapped Chapter Book

Something Wild // INHUMAN FOUNDFAMILY ONESHOT (COLLAB-SHOT)// Old

CW: Knives, blood, violence, cursing, mentions of murder, and very reckless driving

-Also, there may be a small amount of spoilers for EveryManHybrid-

A/N: Special thanks to SuperrSourJazz for collaborating with me on this oneshot! They were the ones who wrote dialogue and most actions for HABIT and Jazz! 

A/N 2: This, chronologically, is the first meeting between Marnie, Jazz, HABIT, and Cammie! Maybe some point later in time I'll write a prequel of what happened before this oneshot!

 You'd think that a sentient glowstick that feels energies with colors would want to stay away from the creepy room with the floodlight and the yellow kiddie chair that had a feeling of existential dread and vibrant red drenching it, but you'd be wrong. They had been even warned that it would be a bad idea via memories that weren't theirs and unknown figures, but curiosity got the best of them, and here they were, slowly creaking the door open and cautiously wandering into the room. It had a metallic smell to it. A familiar smell that Marnie could pick up from the skin-dog-looking thing - they believed it was called The Rake - and the scent that came from some of the redder blades on the table they aren't allowed to touch. The floodlight barely lit up the room, just enough to illuminate the yellow plastic of the small chair. Multiple items around the dimly-lit room glistened in reflection of the soft glow coming from both the floodlight and Marnie's bioluminescent markings, but they paid no attention to them at the moment. Hopefully, the Purple Something wouldn't show up anytime soon, that's the one that the memories and shadowy silhouettes said told them that the knife-table was off-limits before they woke up in this strange house. And the room. But Marnie could look at the knife table whenever and had never stepped foot in the room. The room seemed interesting and they were often driven towards things that spark their curiosity. Unknown, humanoid entities dubbed 'Somethings,' people in the forest, small insects, random wood shacks in the outskirts of the woods, creepy rooms, and interesting-looking items. They were practically created to want to explore and look at and find out more about dangerous-seeming things. The lights on their tail were able to illuminate a small part of the room, showing suspicious red stains on the walls, floor, floodlight, and chair that also had a fragrance similar to the one they had smelled upon entering, but more intense. Maybe the splatters of red were the cause of the scent. Marnie reached a pale blueish-purplish, scaly hand out to brush up against the plastic chair, feeling an overwhelming sense of vibrant red before jerking their hand away. The red faded the farther they stepped away. They experimentally went to touch the chair again, and it flared with vibrant red once more. A sentient object with one of the highest threat level colors? How curious. Its palm rested on the cool plastic, spreading the translucent, silver liquid from it onto the plastic, wondering if it would change the color with even a few specks of blue or darker red or maybe even magenta or maroon, but no such hue change occurred. Wiping away the Sanitatem off the yellow chair, Marnie pondered the inanimate object. An extremely high threat level with no way to cause harm and no way to change the color it feels like. As they backed away and went over to investigate the floodlight, they felt a weird feeling coming from behind as the sounds of creaking came nearer and nearer. Almost...magenta...? But mostly without the pink part. Purple. Marnie only knew one Something that felt purple. The Purple Something. They were in trouble. Marnie began to panic at the rattling of the doorknob and froze at the spot, the feeling of vibrant red as they stood close to the chair not helping with the sense of terror pulsing through them. It felt so intense that they could hear their racing heartbeat like it was echoing in the room. The door creaked open, casting in a brighter light that made the dim room seeable to the regular human eye.

"Who the fuck-? Why are you in my attic-slash-murder room?" a voice that sounded similar to how the spiders talked spoke first, loudly with a hiss at the end of his words.