𝘖𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳..

What A Mess.

( Art by @Kings__Court on twitter, all credit to them. )

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It was a warm saturday evening, the setting sun shining brightly down onto the surface, the birdsong dying down as the creatures of the sky settled in for rest.
A beautiful day, no?

..Not entirely.

A certain purpleblood sat in his hive, surrounded by his ripped, torn, shattered and ruined furniture- panting feverishly, rage boiling in his mind. He sat in a fetal position, gripping his frizzy black hair, clenching his jaw tightly.

He sat and tried to surpress the sheer violence growing in his mind, his eyes wide, brimming with tears; how could he have let this happen?

He let go of his head, peering up with blurry sight. He fixed his eyes on the several empty aluminium pie tins on the floor, quickly shooting up, half-crawling over to them.

He took one, studying it with wide eyes, tracing every nook and cranny of the tin for even a drop of the substance he so craved, growling in rage upon figuring out that there was nothing left.

He tore the frail aluminium apart with his claws, savagely ripping it with his sharp fangs, leaving it in shreds, along with several other pie tins who had met the same fate.

He sighed and gripped his own horns, trying his best not to succumb to his violent urges, his mind torn on what to do. On one side; he desperately wanted to let his anger go free, salivating at the thought of taking it out on some stranger, the idea seeming blissful to him.

But, on the other hand, his morale (what was left of it, that is), was preventing him from doing so. He wasn't entirely off of his slime-induced high, but he was too far off for it to prevent his murderous urges. It was torture.

Come on.. There's got to be something I can do..

He continuously hit himself, shakily muttering 'think' to himself, brainstorming, his panic growing, not sure as to how long he'd be able to surpress his urges.

Then, it hit him.

..

He slowly peered over to his computer, it being one of the only objects in his hive that'd survived his wrath.

He quickly scrambled over to it, being semi-careful not to break it under his barely-bearable aggression, immediately speeding over to Trollian, practically heaving at the sight.

TerminallyCapricious (TC) began trolling CentaursTesticle (CT)

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Equius yawned, taking his towel, rubbing the oil off of his cheek, putting his wrench down on the table beside him. He took the elastic he had around his wrist, promptly pulling his long black hair up into a ponytail, a hairstyle he favored most above all.

He sighed, stretching, groaning at the sound of a few joints popping. He threw the towel down next to the wrench, taking a couple steps back, looking over his latest project in mechanics, examining it.

"Mmm, no, no, this isn't right.."

He sighed in frustration, taking his wrench again, tossing it in the air and catching it repeatedly, deep in thought, before -

Ping!

"Hm?"

A notification rang from his computer from the other side of the room, catching him off-guard.

He sighed, putting the wrench back, walking over.

"I suppose I'm due for a break.. Let's see.."