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Mr. Chopped heard a screech coming somewhere from a door away. It was loud, and it echoed through the corridor. Everything felt empty. The walls were made out of concrete, it looked a bit brittle as if it would collapse at any minute. But, the concrete was thick enough to hold its own weight. The floor felt cold, but it was nothing like what Mr. Chopped isn't used to. Now, he doesn't seem to recognize where he had left himself at.
He looked at his hand, he was a bit nervous, to say the least. He had been carried around with his severed hand for a while, just looking around. He left Mr. Silvair to his studies. So, he was just prancing around, and eventually got lost... He wasn't sure and now he's hearing noises. He realized he got stuck, and wasn't sure where else to go. He heard this huge object near being dragged, pushed and shoved with such force that it made a loud boom noise. He heard foot steps moving towards the room that he was in. The click of the door, and human-like figure swung the door open.
Then, MC appeared right in front of him. His eyes widened with excitement. He was super excited, a new friend!
MC looked down and saw Mr. Chopped's severed hand on the ground, which caught her attention.
"A-a hand?!" MC said. "It's alive?"
It pointed towards Mr. Chopped's direction, "Me help!" he thought excitedly. Their shocked face had frightened Mr. Chopped for a second, but he smiled.
"Hello!" he exclaimed. "Me worried! Worried! can not return something! Me want to return something!" Mr. Chopped explained.
MC sat in thought, they seemed to be thinking a lot. It seemed that MC understood what Mr.Chopped was saying. Mr. Chopped smiled, he was feeling excited that this being could understand what he was saying despite clearly being from another world.
"Want (you) to carry me!" he answered after seeing MC's confirmation. "Pick me up! Pick Up!" Mr. Chopped said as his severed hand also tried to communicate through a motion of different actions. "Pick up! Pick up!" Mr. Chopped chirped. He smiled gleefully. It seemed that Mr. Chopped easily trusted others.
"You want me to bring you with me..?" they asked in a language that Mr. Chopped couldn't decipher. They smiled, and carefully picked Mr. Chopped up. They looked over at the severed hand, pointing towards the hole in the ground.
"Want you to carry! Carry!" Mr. Chopped chirped once again. "Enter hole," Mr. Chopped instructed. There, lies ahead a staircase that lead downwards towards a door.
"Go down!" Mr. Chopped instructed. Mc obliged and followed towards the door.
"Open door!" Mr. Chopped said. MC didn't mind his sweet little narrations as they entered through. "Enter something!" Mr. Chopped said. He was excited to show MC his favorite person that he had spent a lot of time with in the Ghost Apartments.
There, MC noticed it was a brightly lit room, with a table, some couches and a lightbulb in the middle. It looked ordinary like usual.
Mr. Silvair noticed a being entered into his room, he immediately figured that it was a human being. MC turned towards his direction and noticed something, MC was carrying Mr. Chopped. That must mean that they are well acquainted and friendly. Mr. Chopped is friendly with everyone, so that means they are safe. If they weren't acquainted with Mr. Chopped, he would've kidnapped them and put them into the experimental room where he did his frequent studying on humans. He was curious about them, more or less so.
"Hello," Mr. Silvair said with a smile on his face. He seemed pleasant to see Mr. Chopped safe and sound once again.
"Me return!" Mr. Chopped excitedly exclaimed.
"You again lost," he replied.
"Outsider bring me," Mr. Chopped replied. Followed by, "Me worry."
Mr. Silvair's smile dropped. "Understand."
He brought his hand out towards MC. "They?" he questioned.
MC felt a bit nervous during their exchange, since they couldn't understand what they were talking about. They had figured that they were both talking about themself, but MC wasn't too sure what the two were talking about. MC just hopped that they wouldn't turn out dead at the end of the conversation.
"They carry me," Mr. Chopped explained. "They good! They good!" Mr. Chopped sounded happy mentioning MC. MC noticed Mr. Silvair turning towards them, and started to talk with MC directly.
"Hello," Mr. Silvair said. "Carry they here?" he asked. "Thanks." he said with a smile. MC frowned, slightly tilting their head towards the right; they seemed to not understand what Mr. Silvair was talking about. Mr. Silvair immediately picked up on their cue, "Not understand language?" he asked. "Me teach language?" Mr. Silvair drew his hand out. As if he was inviting MC to do something, "Sit chair." he said.
MC felt confused, but decided to abide. Mr. Silvair took Mr. Chopped from MC's arms and took him towards the couch. He gently placed down the head, and sat right next to him. The hand sat on a half wall, closest to the MC.
They decided to talk to Mr. Silvair. He decided to teach MC the language. He pointed at the table and different objects and showed what quantity was. Like: Object. Is here. Is Not here. One. Two. Three. Middle. Up. Left. Right. Down. He checked to make sure that MC understood. Mr. Chopped frowned, he watched as Mr. Silvair was carefully teaching the language that they spoke with Mc. But it seemed as if Mr. Silvair was giving MC all of his attention towards him. Then, he turned towards Mr. Chopped. He told MC of the different body parts used. Mr. Chopped felt a rush of excitement, he felt like everyone is paying attention to him, finally! Mr. Silvair carefully pointed at the Mr. Chopped different features, but he was still focused on MC. He carefully changed his facial expressions as Mr. Silvair spoke about it to MC.
MC got curious about the door behind them. They pointed towards the door behind them and Mr. Silvair led them towards his 'study' room. While the Mr. Silvair was talking to MC in the room. Mr. Chopped couldn't help but to feel left out. It made him upset. He sulked, he felt lonely. Eventually, his sulking made him fall asleep into the sweet comfortable couch. MC walked out feeling satisfied from understanding their language a bit more. MC left the room, and turned around to see Mr. Silvair standing in front of the door behind them. He came to bid them goodbye.
After MC climbed up and got out of their little apartment, Mr. Silvair went back into their shared room. Mr. Silvair smiled as he waltzed over towards the sleeping head. Apparently the hand was founded, also asleep, so he picked it up and placed it down on the table. He carefully picked up the severed head and laid on the couch. He placed the head on his chest, with his hand; he carefully cupped Mr. Chopped in place.
Mr. Silvair laid there, humming a random tune as he combed his fingers through his hair. He poked the hand, and helped it up to turn off the light hanging on the ceiling. It yanked down and plopped back down towards the table.
Mr. Silvair continuously rubbed his thumb against Mr. Chopped's cheek as he slept, he could feel the head snuggle closer to him. He yanked his sleeve over to cover Mr. Chopped a bit. As
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After what felt like a while, Mr. Chopped was wandering around with his hand. He had fun adventures with that outsider, he hoped to see them again. He encountered the worse bully to him. Ever. He was minding his own business, digging through the pile of trash in that room to find something interesting. He wanted to bring a nice gift to Mr. Silvair to surprise him. He wanted to tell Mr. Silvair that he likes. As he dug through, a girl’s laugh echoed near him. He froze in fear.
“Play! Play!” he chanted as he immediately picked up Mr. Chopped and brought him into another place in the Ghost Apartments. He giggled as she founded a rolling cart, and decided to put Mr. Chopped onto the cart. He feared for the worse. He was going to be tortured mentally, physically and emotionally. He did NOT want to play. The Child pushed the cart, as he was rolling down the empty hallways, holding onto nothing but fear. He could hear familiar voices talking down the halls.
"Help! Help" he called out as he zoomed across the hallways of them.
"Head pass go. . ." Mr. Crawling mentioned. MC and Mr. Crawling was in awe as they both decided to follow the head. MC appeared before Mr. Chopped who was clearly upset and didn't want to play anymore. He was suffering on the floor. MC cupped Mr. Chopped's face, checking for bruises and cuts. He seemed okay, just really upset. They asked, "Are you alright?"
"Scared, scared" he muttered. MC looked up to be shocked with the little girl standing before them. The Hooded Child spoke, "You learn they? Invite you to play!"
"Invite you to play!" the child repeated. "Invite you to play follow me." MC checked and realized that Mr. Chopped was gone from her hands. "Help! Help" he sobbed. "Me want to not play! Me dislike play!" he cried as the child kept chanting to play. The Hooded Child invited MC to take Mr. Chopped back if they played with her. Mr. Crawling sat in awe, and decided to finally say something.
"you learn they? they carry... they say "help" you follow they? " he asked. MC decided to help him out instead.
"Alright, let's go save him," MC said. Mr. Crawling seemed to pick up on what they were saying, he commented, "follow they? go!" MC entered through the room and felt an uncomfortable presence. They could hear the child, but could not see them. MC observed throughout the room, it just seemed empty. They walked up to the closest box, and got scared by Mr. Gap. The, he disappeared.
Okay, two more turns. They heard a slight giggle and looked up. The Hooded Child had been above them the whole time, and was holding Mr. Chopped hostage. "Correct!" the child giggled.
"Find me you were able to find?!" they exclaimed. MC sighed in relief as they were handed Mr. Chopped. He was so frightened, he kept his eyes closed the whole time. His eyes started to water, "Thanks! Thanks!" he said. "Me scared! Scared! They play! Me! Me dislike they!" Mc looked up to see the Hooded Child again, asking to play again. But this time, Mr. Chopped was able to defended them all.
"Not play!!!" he sounded angry. And rightfully expressed, "Angry!!!"
The Hooded Child said, "Fun! Fun! Bye!" and the child disappeared. "Not come again!!!" Mr. Chopped said, trying to get the last word out. MC smiled as they watched Mr. Chopped starting to pout. "They play me! Me dislike they! Me angry!" he expressed. Suddenly the earthquake happened. MC watched as the whole room collapsed and everything was changing.
"Thing? shake?" Mr. Crawling said. "You sick is not here?" he said, checking in on MC. He smiled at MC, blushing over the little touch of action.
MC, Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped wandered around the corridors and realizing that the Ghost Apartments was changing routes and shapes. MC was confused and shock, she turned towards Mr. Crawling. He simply explained, "thing shake, change pathway." MC pondered if this was a frequent occurrence. Mr. Crawling watched as MC's facial expressions changed. He wasn't sure what MC was feeling.
"You? Sad?" he asked out of concern. MC broke out of focus and gave him a quick smile. The thought of leaving this world... maybe MC might change their mind. Especially when Mr. Crawling has been with them for a bit. They might miss this place if they left.
Mr. Chopped perked up, "Go! Go!" he announced.
"Pathway there," Mr. Crawling said, pointing towards the triple-entranced. But Mr. Chopped turned towards MC, and said, "me learn here doorway! Me come here before!" Even though the whole map was changed, it was clear that Mr. Chopped still recognized going through some of these places.
"Go middle!" he said. Mr. Chopped led them towards the pathways that he recognized until they finally reached a door. "Door is here!" Mr. Chopped chirped. "Maybe can exit! Open door!" he said. It wasn't the room that they expected. They encountered the trash room that Mr. Chopped was in earlier before he was interrupted from the Hooded Child. MC dug through the pile of trash and found some cat ears. They placed it on Mr. Chopped and giggled.
Mr. Crawling was behind them, frowning. Mr. Crawling didn't enjoy how Mr. Chopped was getting fawned over his 'cuteness' just by putting ears on him. Although, it seemed odd to Mr. Crawling that MC was laughing at a pair of extra ears on top of Mr. Chopped's head, was it really that cute? Mr. Crawling watched as MC pointed towards her ears. Mr. Chopped sat there confused, he wasn't sure what it was, but it does look to be a pair of ears. But, it didn't' seem to look like a normal set of ears that Mr. Chopped is used to.
"Outsider ear? Why...?" he questioned. He watched as MC's face light up in delight.
"you happy?" Mr. Chopped asked. "Fun...? Pretty..?" He could feel words jumbled through his head, trying to figure out what the ears made him feel.
His face quickly changed after realizing that it was to make him feel cute.
"Cute!" he exclaimed. "Ear cute! Me cute!"
MC smiled back, and picked him back up with the ears on the other hand. They walked towards the door across the room, Mr. Crawling following accordingly.
Mr. Chopped looked towards MC, "You carry me. Me happy! Can go many doorway." he said.
"can have another doorway. follow you me happy." he said. Mr. Chopped got pulled downwards, MC's face seemed to be deep in thought. MC asked him a question in a language he couldn't understand. He frowned, he wasn't too sure what MC was speaking of, but could assume that it was something missing from his body.
MC realized that Mr. Chopped wasn't understanding the language that they were speaking in.
"Body is not here, worried?" MC asked.
"Problem is not here!" Mr. Chopped said smiling. "Want to me body is here?" he asked. MC smiled, "Not need your body," they said. It was just a stupid question anyways, they were trying to figure out if Mr. Chopped actually had a body.
"understand!" Mr. Chopped said, he felt happy that MC was content with the way he looked. That means that Mr. Silvair is also content with the way he looked and functioned. MC continued forwards into the hallway.
Mr. Chopped could feel a looming presence nearby. "outsider come...?" he spoke.
MC was taken aback when they saw Mr. Silvair appear right before them. MC, Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped walked up towards Mr. Silvair.
"Hello." he said. MC's eyes lit up. "Mr. Silvair!" they said.
"Hello!" Mr. Chopped beamed. "You many lost," Mr. Silvair said.
"Outsider carry me. They help me. They good." Mr. Chopped answered, turning towards them. Mr. Crawling smiled, agreeing with every word.
"Thing shake, change pathway," Mr. Chopped explained. "we go, go find you!" Mr. Silvair turned towards MC.
"Hello." he said. "Meet you again."
"Oh hi!" Mc said, waving their hand. MC didn't expect to see Mr. Silvair again. He pulled his hand outwards towards them. "Carry they, thanks," he said. MC handed Mr. Chopped over into his arms. Mr. Chopped snuggled deeply into Mr. Silvair's body. He felt safe, he's finally home.
"Your body flawed," Mr. Silvair mentioned to MC. "Examine your body?" he asked. "take my something. come me," he said, turning away to allow MC and Mr. Crawling to follow him. MC sighed in relief, MC was exhausted and needed some good rest for a bit. MC was glad that Mr. Silvair was offering some rest for their trip.
MC and Mr. Crawling followed the two towards their room. MC ended up resting on the extra bed in the room. Mr. Chopped had already dozed off in Mr. Silvair's arms as they walked towards the room. So, he gently placed him next to his hand on the ottoman. Mr. Silvair pointed the bed for MC, offering them the bed. Mr. Crawling didn't follow instead, he stood guard outside. Rather, it seemed that he liked doing that.
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MC woke up from a dream and was examined by Mr. Silvair. Mr. Silvair was observing them sleeping. (totally not creepy)
"You wake up. examine your body?" he said as he pulled out a needle and syringe, offering to draw blood. "drop blood." He was still interested in research with MC. MC picked up Mr. Chopped who was shocked.
"Me Shock! Me dislike shock! Put! Put!" Mr. Chopped whined. MC quickly put Mr. Chopped down and checked on him again. He got pouty after he was awaken abruptly. "Me angry!!" he expressed. MC looked around and saw the extra door on the side. Mr. Chopped watched as MC walked towards the research room.
Now, there was more things that Mr. Chopped wasn't too happy about. Mr. Chopped turned to his severed hand that was sitting next to him, clearly it had a mind of it's own too. Mr. Chopped motioned it to move towards the door. It scuttered towards the door and slightly opened the door, leaving it enough for someone to look into the room.
" you like examine?" MC asked, hoping for a conversation. Clearly, MC's hands were playing with their fingers, looking nervous. Mr. Silvair simply answered with a sweet smile, "me interested in human, human come here. time pass, change body, change vision."
Clearly, those two were having fun talking. MC was smiling brightly as Mr. Silvair answered every question that MC had in that room. Mr. Chopped had enough and turned over just so he didn't see. He felt so lonely. So undesirable. Mr. Chopped understood that he was one of Mr. Silvair's earlier and successful experiments, but lately he had been curious about humans. Mr. Chopped couldn't help but to gain his affection, but he wasn't sure if Mr. Silvair felt the same way. Mr. Chopped sulked. Suddenly, he heard MC walking towards the door. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He didn't want to face MC. He heard them pass by until the other door was shut. MC left.
Mr. Silvair entered into the room, sitting next to Mr. Chopped. He carefully unraveled Mr. Chopped's braided hair, redoing it once again. He carefully grabbed a chunk of hair, sectioning it apart. He liked spending his time to do Mr. Chopped's hair. It grows long, and he likes to keep it nice for Mr. Chopped since he doesn't have the ability to do the braid itself. It always became messy after a long day of Mr. Chopped exploring around the Ghost Apartments. There wasn't a lot to do around there, so he did it a lot to pass the time. Mr. Chopped opened his eyes. He huffed and pouted, avoiding eye contact with Mr. Silvair.
Mr. Silvair cocked his head to the side, confused with his behavior.
"you wake up? you angry?" Mr. Silvair asked, poking Mr. Chopped's cheek. Mr. Chopped groaned. Mr. Silvair picked up the head, forcing him to face him.
" you say me," he demanded. Mr. Chopped looked down, continuously pouting.
"Me cute?" Mr. Chopped asked. Mr. Silvair was taken aback by that question.
He smiled, "You cute," he answered. Mr. Silvair walked towards the bed and plopped down. He was exhausted.
Mr. Chopped continued to seem upset. He rubbed his head, seeing as MC has done it to Mr. Chopped. His hand ruffled his hair, then slowly was drawn to his ear. He pinched his ear, softly rubbing it in a circle.
It seemed to Mr. Silvair that his recent behavior has been through an unexpressed emotion that both of them couldn't explain. Mr. Chopped closed his eyes, pretending he couldn't see Mr. Silvair.
"You angry outsider? Outsider interested in examine. Sorry me angry they," Mr. Silvair explained. Mr. Chopped slowly opened his eyes. He saw Mr. Silvair's frown slowly grow into a smile.
"you like me?" Mr. Silvair asked, pointing to himself.
"Me like you many," Mr. Chopped responded. If he had a heart, it would be beating like crazy. Mr. Silvair nodded as he understood each other's confession.
Mr. Silvair placed Mr. Chopped sideways onto the bed, and he re-adjusted himself to lay on his side comfortably. He cupped Mr. Chopped's face, softly thumbing around affectionately. Mr. Silvair pulled the blanket up for himself. He leaned closer, Mr. Chopped could feel Mr. Silvair's hot breath as he placed kisses around Mr. Chopped's forehead.
"You cute, cute many," Mr. Silvair said. He leaned in again, he kissed his ear. Then kissed his cheek, chin, and nose.
"Me cute? Me cute!" Mr. Chopped chirped excitedly. Mr. Silvair made sure to be physically close to Mr. Chopped, there isn't a lot that Mr. Chopped could do.
"You cute, you cute," Mr. Silvair repeated as he played with Mr. Chopped's hair. Mr. Chopped face turned red, he turned around to avoid eye contact once again. Mr. Silvair kept getting closer and closer with him.
"you like outsider?" he asked, Mr. Silvair felt taken aback with that question.
"no. me not like outsider," he answered. Mr. Chopped sighed in relief. Mr. Silvair smiled, he cupped Mr. Chopped by the chin with one hand.
"you worried? you relieved," Mr. Silvair teased. Mr. Chopped blushed, avoiding eye contact. He continued, "Me like you alone. you cute." Mr. Chopped lit up, he was smiling at him once again. Mr. Silvair leaned in, softly brushing his lips against Mr. Chopped's lips. He patiently waited as Mr. Chopped pushed himself towards him more, softly pressing their lips together. Mr. Chopped sat there a bit, unsure how kissing completely worked.
Mr. Silvair pulled away.
"You like?" he asked.
"Me like! Me like!" he chirped. Mr. Silvair pressed his lips against Mr. Chopped's once again, he pushed his tongue out slowly.
"Mouth open," he instructed. Mr. Chopped opened his mouth slowly as Mr. Silvair pushed his tongue, tilting his head to embrace the head into a full kiss. Mr. Chopped followed his lead carefully, wanting to spend their night kissing lots. Mr. Silvair noticed that Mr. Chopped was struggling to breathe. He quickly pulled away, and instructed, "Use nose." He showed him once again, and their lips connected once again, he could feel Mr. Chopped's little huffs while kissing.
"this play, outsider use many," he explained to Mr. Chopped who was trying to catch his breathe. He was breathing heavily, face all flushed and really enjoyed it.
"me like play, me like," he chirped. Mr. Silvair smiled as he grabbed Mr. Chopped's face, turning him facing the ceiling. His ears were exposed towards Mr. Silvair. Mr. Chopped felt a warm wet thing in his ear. Mr. Chopped moaned in surprised.
"Why examine there?" Mr. Chopped asked.
"You cute, me examine," Mr. Silvair said as he gently sucked on his ear lobe.
"you consume me! you consume me!" he whined.
"me no consume," Mr. Silvair said, as he pulled his lips away from his ear. He pinched his ear. "see?" Mr. Chopped felt relieved. He pouted, but allowed Mr. Silvair to tease him more. He kissed his cheek before he continued to sucked on his ear lobe playfully again.
Mr. Silvair pulled away after accidentally creating a hickey on his ear lobe. He turned Mr. Chopped towards him, planting more kisses on his face before realizing that Mr. Chopped was getting sleepy. His eyes were struggling to keep open. Mr. Silvair brought him close to his body.
"My heart loud give you," Mr. Silvair said as Mr. Chopped fell asleep the pounding of Mr. Silvair's heart. The two ended up dozing off in the bed together as Mr. Silvair ran his fingers through his hair.
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Mr. Chopped was awoken by the sound of high-pitched giggling. It was Mr. Crawling and MC.
"They cute, they two," Mr. Crawling announced.
"What? Mr. Crawling are you saying?" MC asked. MC pointed to the two, "They're together?" Mr. Crawling giggled and nodded. Mr. Chopped was shocked.
"Me shock!" he expressed.
"Sorry, shock you!" MC said. Mr. Silvair groaned, and sat up.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello, you two..." MC asked, they did a weird motion with their fingers, motioning one finger next to the other finger. They pointed one finger towards Mr. Silvair, the other towards Mr. Chopped. MC pushed their fingers together, signaling as together.
Mr. Silvair looked towards Mr. Chopped, then smiled.
"Yes," he answered.
MC was excited and clapped for them.
"Me happy you," they said. MC walked out, not wanting to disturb the new couple, with Mr. Crawling immediately following along. Mr. Silvair turned to Mr. Chopped, he planted a kiss on the top of his head.
"me examine, me like you," he said before leaving the bed.
"Me like you! Me like you!" Mr. Chopped chirped.