// man fuck me I gotta update ALL of my accounts because i’m no longer 22

// all i could think of when i saw this reply

// i feel like through kris’s eyes, batter would be referred to as another vessel. i mean. he IS monochrome. also the fact that he’s being controlled by a player, but instead of being controlled by a seemingly eldritch entity (SOUL) he IS the eldritch entity and you control Him

A realm manifested in darkness. . It demands immediate purification.

// been thinking about OFF and how batter perceives the world versus like. the Judge or something. when he’s attacked by a raving mad elsen, they’re seen as “burnt.” monsters with smoke pluming like chimneys from their necks. though in reality they’re just. Normal people crashing out ig lmao

I’d rather not be turned into ribbons.

As far as I’m concerned, it makes little difference to me.

//Im sorry.

『S T A Y I N Y O U R C O M A 』

// dropping this before i pass out.. i’ll get to them in the morning :]

[ Feels like it has, but at the same time, it feels like it hasn’t. ] . . Wasn’t able to see you or hear you before. Feels strange, but this will work.

Of course.

// Not even two days and we already got a vaguely homoerotic Batterie moment

. . Sure. [ Truly, he does not even give the slightest of fucks. Not even here. Monotone meets monotone. Seems like they have a couple of things in common. . besides the obvious. ]

𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓯𝔂

. . . . Sure. That’s fine.

Did you just say “nya?”

I don’t have time for games. [ Straight to the point, it seems. ] Where’s your boss?

[ Pulling his cap down. Is he. . sleeping? ]

. . . . . When the time comes, there will be no more darkness.

[ His expression is blank. Gameshow? Lightner? Confusing, though things always seem to be that way for him. . ] . . . Right. Something “fun.”

Is it time for purification?

// i feel like batter would be reminded of the elsen everytime he sees an addison or a pippins tbh. look at that thang.

[ He looks unamused as he walks up with his bat on his shoulder. Maybe that’s just his normal look. ] . . . . Er-hem. [ Clearing his throat. ] What’s so funny?

« It's your life savings. ( #HYLICSRP #RPGMRP #MVRP ) You got 53 bucks. »

[ The Puppeteer knows he could snap his wrist in an instant if he wanted to, and yet. . The Batter can’t. After all, he needs them for his special mission. His lip curls into a sneer for a fleeting moment, before going emotionless once more — throwing their hand away. ] Finding out won’t be fun.

͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ TEMPORARY PIN ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏

[ He’s completely motionless, standing as still as a statue. They can’t see it, but his eyes are affixed on their hand. ] Always have been. [ As if to prove it — his own hand suddenly shoots up and grabs them by the wrist. Firmly. ]

[ Loyal to an extent. He knows what could happen if they had switched sides. . Yet here they are again. The same mission to fulfill, yet different. His expression is empty as usual, the shade from his cap concealing most of his face. ] You’ve seen what you’ve need to see. Anymore is just flavor.

Well. It’s not like I’m planning on going anywhere. At least, not without you. [ It is funny how their exchange works. They pull the strings. Batter purifies. The mission gets done. ]

Good times.

[ He too, can see them. It’s a bit strange, but it doesn’t change anything. Feels as how it’s always been. ] No matter. Judgment is still dished out all the same.

[ He walks towards them, but not on his own accord. ] Is our mission the same?

Here I am.

[ If words could take physical incarnations, “Not Giving a Fuck” would be him in human(?) form. ] I’m sure you do. [ Is he agreeing, or being sarcastic? His voice is reticent. Almost monotone. ]