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𝟶𝟻 - 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜

M/n was never privy to horrible dreams. Especially since it was all he had, and all being about that creature he hated most. Luckily though, he was greeted with a not-dead MC and a giggling Mr. Chopped who looked up at him with a concerned look.

Mr. Chopped was very friendly, which M/n often warned would make him a target. Despite the risks, it was an unspoken rule that ANYONE who messed with the head while he was away from his body would be dead the next step they took. To Mr. Chopped, M/n was his best friend, and was to be treated kindly. Anyone who didn't faced the same treatment, as Mr. Chopped was not as weak as he leads on.

Anyone who caused anguish to M/n, Mr. Chopped hated with a passion.

Which meant Mr. Scarletella was on the entities hate list, despite knowing that the other was much stronger than he was. 

So when M/n woke up in a cold sweat, that was when he knew the culprate. 

"ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ, ꀸꋪꍟꍏꂵ?" The entity asked, knowing what was coming.

"ꈤꂦ ꅏꂦꋪꋪꌩ...ꀸꂦꈤ'꓄ ꅏꂦꋪꋪꌩ." M/n reassured him, petting the head with a soft look.

While Mr. Chopped could be fooled, Mr. Silvair could not.

He would not.

Mr. Silvair was a rather calm entity within his own right. But he was known to be very violent in things that he deemed worthy of that violence. This was proven by the torture room that sat just across from (MC), who knew it was there and didn't bring it up. That being said, on top of being one of M/n closer "friends", he was good on reading the other's feelings with ease no matter how unreadable M/n was.

"ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ. ꀸꋪꍟꍏꂵ ꌃꂦ꓄ꃅꍟꋪ? ꅏꍏꌗ ꃅꀤꂵ." Mr. Silvair mentioned, his smooth voice cutting through the sound of (MC) jotting down notes.

"ꈤꂦꌗꍟꌩ. ꌩꂦꀎ ꌃꂦ꓄ꃅ.." M/n replied back, looking at (MC) and avoiding their knowing gazes.

"ꎇꂦꋪ ꁅꂦꂦꀸ ꋪꍟꍏꌗꂦꈤ. ꌩꂦꀎ ꃅꀤꀸꍟ ꍏꅏꍏꌩ ꎇꍟꍟ꒒ꀤꈤꁅꌗ. ꃅꀎꋪ꓄ ꀎꌗ ꌃꂦ꓄ꃅ." Mr. Silvair chided as he nagged like a bossy mom. 

Or a over caring partner..

"You guys aren't talking about me are you? Look, I know I can't get it down...but soon enough I will!"

"ꀸꂦꈤ'꓄ ꀎꈤꀸꍟꋪꌗ꓄ꍏꈤꀸ. ꅏꂦꈤ'꓄ ꀎꈤꀸꍟꋪꌗ꓄ꍏꈤꀸ. ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ, ꅏꃅꍏ꓄ ꌗꍏꌩ ꁅꀤꋪ꒒?" Mr Chopped questioned the scarred entity, who just gently gestured the other to not bother with trying to understand.

"Hey, what does ꌗꉣꍟꍏꀘ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ mean?"

"It means speak language. You're a little off on the saying, but it's easily understandable. ꒒ꀤ꓄꓄꒒ꍟ  means little. So if we should encounter any of the other...curious ones, then you would say?"

"ꌗꉣꍟꍏꀘ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ, ꒒ꀤ꓄꓄꒒ꍟ?"

"Closer. But that'll do. If I'm not there to deal with the speaking barrier, then just repeat those three words. If for some reason they don't speak back, which nine times out of ten they will, just slowly back away and don't break eye contact until you turn a corner."

"Grammar isn't a thing I'm guessing?"

"...They speak very little and hardly interact with each other here. Us are the only three you'll see getting along." M/n referred to himself, Mr. Silvair, and Mr. Chopped, who were conversing quietly while M/n finished Mr. Silvair's lesson.

"One more. What does ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ mean? Both of them said that and pointed to you, so I just wrote down your name."

"Eh...they said Mr. Scar."

(MC) paused with her notes and tilted her head in confusion, almost beckoning M/n to explain the odd nickname.

"That is a story not worth telling here. Besides, we must start to head off now that we've rested long enough." M/n muttered as he stood up. With much protest from Mr. Chopped, of course.

"ꈤꂦ ꒒ꍟꍏꃴꍟ! ꅏꀤ꒒꒒ ꈤꂦ꓄!" Mr. Chopped jumped up and frowned, trying to convince his friend to stay with him.

"ꌩꂦꀎ ꎇꀤꈤꀸ ꌃꂦꀸꌩ, ꌩꂦꀎ ꎇꀤꈤꀸ ꂵꍟ. ꌗꀤꂵꉣ꒒ꍟ. ꌩꂦꀎ ꅏꀤ꒒꒒ ꈤꂦ꓄ ꉓꋪꌩ ꎇꂦꋪ ꂵꍟ."

Mr. Chopped puffed out his cheeks and pouted as his attitude on increased from M/n's blunt behavior. Surely he would've gotten used to it by now, but of course, the world was too full of surprises. 

Yes, Mr. Chopped has a physical body. But like him, it tended to go wherever it wanted until it was tired and just flopped down somewhere. He knew the ins and outs of this dark place, but that didn't make it any easier.

"ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ ꂵꍟꍏꈤ. ꂵꍟ ꃅꍏ꓄ꍟ ꃅꀤꂵ...ꌩꂦꀎ ꁅꂦ ꓄ꃅꍟꈤ. ꀤꎇ ꋪꍟꍏ꒒꒒ꌩ ꌗꀎꋪꍟ."

M/n just sighed and gave the head a small pat upon the head. That cooled the entity off just a little bit. Well, at least he had Mr. Silvair to aid him.

Speaking off, Mr. Silvair was less than happy at M/n leaving so soon, but he was a little more levelheaded, and didn't comment on it. But, he did wave as (MC) and M/n left his space. Mr. Silvair could only replay the moments that he spent with M/n.

Oh how he wished he could've made it last forever.

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The continued journey was rather uneventful.

(MC) remained quiet as she stuck close to the taller man. Meanwhile, M/n just kept his guard up.

The dream he had put him extremely on edge. If Mr. Scarletella could get into his head like that, then M/n wouldn't put it past him to figure out where he was in these walls.

As they progressed, M/n felt something off. It wasn't a bad feeling, but he felt as though something was going to happen. 

Before he could even look into his thought, he was violently tackled. All M/n could see was a curtain of black hair as his name was being chanted over and over like a motto.

"ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ! ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ! ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ! ꂵꋪ. ꌗꉓꍏꋪ~!"

M/n, who was still getting over the whiplash, gently pushed the other off and sat up.

"ꌩꂦꀎ." He greeted as the other laid sprawled out with his eight foot frame.

"꒒ꂦꂦꀘꀤꈤꁅ ꍟꃴꍟꋪꌩꅏꃅꍟꋪꍟ! ꎇꀤꈤꍏ꒒꒒ꌩ ꎇꂦꀎꈤꀸ! ꂵꍟ ꃅꍏꉣꉣꌩ! ꂵꍟ ꀭꂦꀤꈤ?" Mr. Crawling got back up and tilted his head with a bright smile on his face.

(MC)'s head was reeling at the pace of the words being spoken. It was hard to make out, which made her headache even worse as she watched the two of them.

"ꃅꍟ꒒꒒ꂦ ꃅꍟ꒒꒒ꂦ! ꃅꀎꂵꍏꈤ ꎇꋪꀤꍟꈤꀸ? ꂵꂦꋪꍟ ꎇꀎꈤ! ꈤꂦ꓄ ꎇꂦꂦꀸ?"

"ꈤꂦ꓄ ꎇꂦꂦꀸ." M/n reaffirmed.

Mr. Crawling and nodded. But he began to look around, becoming distressed with the sudden change in air within the area. Suddenly, he grabbed both of their arm's and shook them, pushing M/n and (MC) into a corner as the light bulbs flickered red.

"ꈤꂦ꓄ ꌗꍏꎇꍟ! ꂵꍟ ꃅꀤꀸꍟ ꌩꂦꀎ!" Mr.Crawling shushed as heavy footsteps approached them. There was a small gasp from (MC) as she looked up to see a terrifying sight from Mr. Crawling's shoulder.

"ꎇꂦꀎꈤꀸ ꌩꂦꀎ."

M/n's blood went cold as his vision began to blur. 

However, he didn't expect that he would next wake up in the same place in his dream. Only this time,

It was real.

He was met with his capture as his breath hitched in his throat.

Mr. Scarletella.