“Mun needs a better attention span…”

sweetyking:

keeperofthesecret:

There were some things that Cheshire simply could not abide by. Having that thrice-damned clown around was one. Yet there was a matter that superceded that dislike, for otherwise the Chain would not have allowed the nuisance within his domain.
His new one, that was.
Such a blatant and ever-present reminder of his failure to guard what he held so dear burned into him constantly, made his loathing reach previously unimagined heights. In short it wasn’t at all pleasant.
Claws dug into the sturdy wood of the bookshelf he perched on, nearly crushing and splintering the material in the feline’s forcibly suppressed turmoil. With any luck that ditzy human would be smart enough not to antagonize him this time around. Cheshire was already on his last nerves and to step on them would be a bloody mistake.

“Where are they?” Straight to the point. He had little, if any, patience.

Where are they? Oh, how cute. The chain thinks Break came with company. It was easy to say that he is all alone, well, unless the cat was talking about his precious little bell, then he’d get some bad news too. It’s long gone by now. Dust in the wind, if even that. The Hatters glance turned upward towards the cat, and a smile crept slowly along his face. He has his arms back. What was he to expect though? If he recreated his domain again, what would stop him from recreating his arms? Or perhaps his new arms were a gift to him. A few more moments of silence followed before he decided to answer with an ask. “Where’s who, cat? It’s just you, and I this time.”

Patience was, more often than not, a virtue well-practiced by the feline. But now? With this man? With his limbs aching from the simple recollection of events that had already transpired - events that burned and gnawed away at him every minute of the day - such a notion of patience had no place.

“The memories,” spat the Chain, wishing for all the world to quite literally rip the human before him into pieces. “Where are they?!”
Tail lashed to and fro as Cheshire whiled away the seconds in agonizing agitation. But dare he attack as a result? Irate as he was, it wasn’t an unlikely course of action for the cat to take against Break. The consequences for such could fall into the Abyss for all he cared.

sweetyking:

+ keeperofthesecret

A familiar sensation brushed past the Hatter as he found himself walking aimlessly through an unfamiliar, yet familiar dimension. Was it a part of the Abyss? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Yet, something was still off about it. Like a toybox for children turned to nightmares it sent a chill down the spine of the Hatter. Where was he? He had no idea, but he was sure he would soon find out. To be honest this dimension looked much like the chain Cheshire’s. Did the cat truly die? Perhaps he rebuilt a new dimension to make up for the one destroyed. The Hatter stopped where he stood and looked around for a moment, and then he called out.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty~”

There were some things that Cheshire simply could not abide by. Having that thrice-damned clown around was one. Yet there was a matter that superceded that dislike, for otherwise the Chain would not have allowed the nuisance within his domain.
His new one, that was.
Such a blatant and ever-present reminder of his failure to guard what he held so dear burned into him constantly, made his loathing reach previously unimagined heights. In short it wasn’t at all pleasant.
Claws dug into the sturdy wood of the bookshelf he perched on, nearly crushing and splintering the material in the feline’s forcibly suppressed turmoil. With any luck that ditzy human would be smart enough not to antagonize him this time around. Cheshire was already on his last nerves and to step on them would be a bloody mistake.

“Where are they?” Straight to the point. He had little, if any, patience.

corvus-numquam:

♠} Ever since Gilbert had stepped foot into the strange dimension from that of the usual world known as Earth he had a bad feeling about it. What it was exactly, he couldn’t pin point it. The very world he stepped foot into appeared distorted, disheveled as if someone made a child’s toy box into a nightmare. He felt as if he were being watched by some unknown being. If he really needed to, he could possibly use Raven to help him out, but he didn’t even know if this dimension had anything to do with the Abyss. Yet, it held a darkness about it that sent a chill up his spine as it did so often when it came to the dark world connected to that of the earth.

He took a few more steps into the room as his eyes gradually scanned the area around him. Gilbert felt against his thigh to make sure that he did indeed have his gun on him. Of course he did, but better to be safe than sorry in his mind. Still feeling the other pair of eyes on him, he gradually turned around. “Who’s there?” He called out.

It hadn’t been a hard feat, luring the flighty Raven to a spot where distortion met false stability. A jingle here, a shadow or two there, perhaps a cat once in a while to “point” him in the right direction, and soon enough the Contractor was crossing the threshold only for it to seal behind him.
Cheshire almost purred at how easy it was to procure this new playtoy.
Perched high atop the ornate chandelier, a sole crimson eye watched the man below as a tail idly waved to and fro. Surely it couldn’t hurt to wait? It always was fun to watch anxiety build in his prey and oh so rarely did he have the opportunity to do so. Now? Now he had as long as he wanted.
Of course, the Chain had other reasons for picking this particular human so he did have to keep him alive, unfortunately; at least until he wasn’t useful anymore.
Yet, when it was made apparent that his toy knew that he was watching, Cheshire briefly pondered over whether or not to respond. Either option could be amusing. In the end, however, he decided a direct approach would be the most fun.
So down he jumped, claws extended and aiming for the brunette.

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{CHIRPY WHAT TIME DO YOU GET ON I MEAN REALLY- (andpleasedon’tsitonmemybackhurtsQnQ)

But yeah, it’s been…almost five months since the last time I was on this account actually ;;>.> Wasn’t really interacting with anyone anymore and a new Chesh popped up anyway, so I took to hanging around on/making other muses :/ }

{What? But I’m almost always on skype………

AND DAMMIT ASHA WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR NAME ON SKYPE STOP CHANGING IT}

{Also I honestly wasn’t expecting anyone to actually pay any attention to the last two posts so thanks for making my day guys ;w;}

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