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That fucker. That stupid, idiotic mortal.
Wiggog Y'wrath felt his small form begin to shift uncomfortably as he quickly rushed away from his brothers, not willing to let them see as his entire being was overtook by his unfathomable rage. Normally he wouldn’t care if they witnessed his anger. Watched as he tore apart another universe for some reason they would forget, if they even knew why in the first place. But Wiggog Y'wrath always knew, always remembered. How could he forget?
Right now, Tinky needs his brothers. And Wiggog Y'wrath needs to get out. The others could soothe Tinky while he, once again, had to remind another foolish, ignorant mortal who exactly he his. Remind them that he is the Lord in Black.
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Once he deemed himself to be far enough away, well after the chattering of his brothers faded into the distance, the King of the Black and White let go. The mental dam he so desperately put up in order to block his wrath from seeping out broke. And it did not seep. No, it flooded. The tide came in and it was a tsunami.
Wiggog Y'wrath writhes through the Black and White, now holding the form of an endless mass of fuzzy green tentacles. The King slithered quickly through his home. Weaving expertly between countless universes, knowing exactly how to get to his destination. He knew it just as well as mortals did breathing.
He stops abruptly in front of one very specific little speck, staring down upon it. He almost wishes he could just crush it right now. Almost. That would be a mercy to that Ted. To that universe. And Wiggog Y'wrath is not a merciful god.
The eldritch being begins to sleep. Knowing very well that there is no natural fractures large enough for all of him to fit. Especially not like this. That stupid bitch made sure of it.
He carefully glides a tentacle over this world until he found what he was looking for. A small little crack, just large enough for a bit of him to fit. He drifts off to sleep, with nothing but his wrath and justice on his mind.
Wiggog Y'wrath stands in the blackness of night, only broken up a cloud covered moon and the dim streetlamps lining the empty parking lot. He hates this. Appearing as human. Taking the form of those who have forsaken him long ago. But it is necessary. He doesn't want to to frighten the mortal. Not like that anyways. Not quite yet.
In a way, he wishes he snuck the Bastard's Box with him. It would've been entertaining to taunt the mortal with it. However Tinky would probably notice it's absence, and while fun, it would have been unnecessary. For Wiggog Y'wrath knew exactly what to do in order to make things fair.
In the distance, under a flickering light, he spots a figure beneath one of the lamps. His scowl deepens, and he adjusts the crown set upon his head. He steps out of the shadows he's been hiding in, and stalks to his prey.
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"Hello fwendie-wend"
Ted whips his head around, not hesitating to swing a punch at whoever just snuck up behind him. However Wiggog Y'wrath backs away, avoiding it easily.
"Ah, a feisty one, aren't you," Wiggly asks in an upbeat voice. Ted staring at the Lord in Black with an unrelenting seriousness.
"Oh, it's another one of you," Ted observes, as if he was nothing but an annoying coworker. Wiggly smiles back, adding a slight glare to his faux-friendy face. Ted's gaze softens slightly, though not due to a lack of defiance.
"I'm sure you've heard of what I did to your little 'pal' then" Ted warns, "I'm not afraid of you"
Wiggly lets out a short laugh. His signature laugh that makes him sound like he’s all but mocking such a common human expression of emotion.
"I know," Wiggly replies in a singsong voice, "after all, we're just such good palie-wals, aren't we?"
Wiggly gets uncomfortably close to Ted, almost leaning over him. Ted doesn't flinch, he just keeps his eyes trained on Wiggly's form.
Wiggly suddenly jumps back, hands crossing over each other and mimicking the motions of the many tentacles of his true form. After a moment of the two glaring at each other, Wiggly breaks the silence.
“Ahhh, not much for conversation, are we Ted?”
“What do you want,” Ted all but barks.
Wiggly once again laughs, this time drawing out longer, and ending with an all too long inhale.
“Oh, you *know* what I want. And I know what you want”. Wiggog Y’wrath’s friendly demeanor is gone, as his words taunt the human in front of him. All too sharp teeth revealed by a devious smile.
“So, here to kill me?” Ted inquires, however his so-called courage does not falter.
Wiggog Y’wrath would consider it to be the usual stupidity of humans who think they can fell a god. Those who think that they are truly untouchable. Or, just simply have nothing left to lose. Although the eldritch entity knew all too well that the latter is so easily proven as untrue.
Wiggog takes a deep inhale, before elaborating, “Ohh no no no…. That would be far too easy. Far too…. painless for you.”
Ted contemplated for a moment, before his eyes widen by a hair.
“Don’t you fucking dare”, Ted warns, not quite a shout, however with significantly more emotion than before.
“Oh, hit a soft spot there, didn’t I Teddy-wed” Wiggly antagonizes.
“I defeated your brother, and I’ll do the same to you”
The Lord in Black doubles over in laughter. A laugh more intense than he’s let out in a long while. This laughter isn’t one that he uses to mock those he holds power over. Nor is it the rare laughter of genuine joy his brothers can occasionally wiggle out of him. No, this is the kind that forms from deep within him, from the very thing that engulfs his soul.
For once, Webby’s interference helps him out here, for he held no plans for the destruction of this universe yet, and there is no doubt that if all of him was allowed entry, this speck would be no more.
The King stumbles forward, his wrath fully consuming him. He no longer attempts to hold any form of his usual ‘friendliness’.
“You’re too late. And you will always be too late” Wiggog Y’wrath’s voice booms with an unearthly grit.
“I have already entrapped ‘little Pete-y’ in his very own mind.” The Lord mocks. “A Nightmare Time I crafted especially for him”.
Ted shuffles back from the creature now charging towards him. One whose form, while still holding a similar frame to before, is shrouded in blackness. Only broken up by glowing white eyes and teeth. Green fluffy tentacles emerge, from the figure, seemingly beginning nowhere. Ted quickly reaches into his pants pocket, hand grasping on a familiar object.
Wiggog Y’wrath, however, stops short. Incomprehensible face inches away from Ted’s very human, and slightly visibly frightened face.
“An eye for an eye, as they say” Wiggog Y’wrath whispers, rage still clear in his tone. “You trap my brother, I trap yours”
Ted’s grip tightens around the gun in his pocket, as he replies with a slight tremor in his voice, “I have the book, I’ll find a way to free him”
“Even if you do, he’ll never be the same”
Wiggog Y’wrath begins laughing again, followed shortly by a loud bang echoing throughout the empty parking lot. Abrupt silence follows a sickening crunch. The flickering streetlamp sizzles out, leaving only the shrouded moonlight to eliminate the lone body convulsing on the worn out parking spot it lies upon, nothing stopping his battered organs from touching the asphalt.
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The eldritch beast speeds through his home. Not nearly as fast as before, but still with purpose. Yes, he knows he can so easily just teleport to his room, but he's still just so *angry*. He fucked up. This Ted wasn't supposed to die. He was supposed to suffer. He was supposed to be utterly helpless just like-
Wiggog Y'wrath comes to a sudden stop, a woman in a simple white dress with flowing hair to match, significantly smaller than the fuzzy mass of tentacles before her, stands in his way.
"You" Wiggog Y'wrath snarls, with all the hatred and anger he holds.
"Me" Webby responds softly, a stark contrast to her older brother.
The two stay at the standstill for awhile, before to smaller speaks, "Why don't you come down here, and we can talk"
She means this kindly, of course. But her request is ignored, as glowing white spotlight eyes narrow at her in response. An almost growl begins emanating from the creature before her.
Webby sighs,"I know you're angry, but that Pete did nothing to you. He wasn’t the one who trapped our brother"
Of course she'd fucking criticize him. Why did she even help Tinky escape in the first place if she didn't even fucking care. She only cares about those stupid fucking humans.
"Fuck. You." Wiggog Y'wrath hisses, holding an ethereal echo.
Webby expression is one of concern and hurt. She just wants to help. She knows how much panic Wiggly must have been in finding Tinky stuck in that frankly unnecessary box. She knows her brother. She wants to help him, so badly. But she also knows she can't help if he won't except it. She wishes, so badly, she could provide what he needs. But that’s just not the reality of their situation. She can at least help that Peter from Nightmare Time. So that's what she will do.
"Im going to help that Pete" Webby announces.
"I. Don't. Care."
"If you do want to talk, you know how to find me". Webby knows he won't reach out. Not unless another ‘situation’ happens. But she says it anyways. In hopes that maybe he will.
Webby teleports away, leaving Wiggly alone. Finally. For some reason though, Wiggog feels a quick stab in his soul. Perhaps, somewhere deep below his wrath, he wishes she would stay.
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Wiggog is curled up in his "room", which currently just holds endless blackness, and himself. He was so, so angry. However, he has evoked his wrath, his justice. And now he just feels.... sad. He knows this well. The so-called "calm" after the storm. Now that there is no longer rage fueling him, he's just completely and utterly drained.
Eventually, he notices a presence enter his pocket space. Wiggog stiffens. It's Tinky. Taking an appearance close to human, however with more traits from his true form. There are no humans around to worry about frightening, after all. Wiggly quickly shifts down to match. Adjusting his crown, he steps towards his brother.
"Hey, Wiggly," Tinky asks, baring a slightly nervous smile, and turning his box around in his hands, “Is it alright if I stay here?”
"Of course," Wiggly’s gaze softens remembering what he told Tinky earlier. "I wouldn't just go back on my offer like that"
Tinky let's out a small chuckle, and visibly relaxes.
"Yeah, I know"
Wiggly pauses for a moment, as he shifts his room to a lavish yet cozy bedroom, adorned in dark greens and other earthly shades.
"I forget how easily you can do that"
Wiggly hums in acknowledgment. His hands cross over each other, as he rhythmically, well, wiggles them. It's something he noticed he does when taking on a human-like form, and he's never bothered to stop.
They stand there for a slightly awkward moment, before Wiggly plops down on his emerald green couch, and pats next to him in an invitation for Tinky to do the same. Soon returning to his repetitive hand movements, and looking in front of himself. He feels the couch dip next to him, and he leans back, closing his eyes. He drops his hands to his sides, opting to tap them of the couch methodically instead. Pointer to pinky, and repeat.
The silence that follows is not an uncomfortable one. They stay like this for a few minutes, but Tinky eventually speaks, prompting Wiggly to turn to him and open his eyes.
"I noticed another Teddy-bear showed up in my toy box"
"I'm sowry” Wiggly apologizes in an almost whisper. as the room around them shifts slightly.
"No no!" Tinky is quick to clear the air, jolting forward a tad, "I- he was no fun anyways"
Tinky let's out a small laugh. Wiggly would have too, if he wasn't so tired.
"He wasn't supposed to die, y'know" Wiggly began to explain as Tinky looks at him curiously, "It was supposed to be fair"
Tinky's eyes widen in realization, however he opts to say nothing. Wiggly scratches at his hand.
Tinky relaxes his head across the back of the couch, stretching his arms up, leaving his box on his lap.
"Thanks for noticing I was gone so quickly, by the way" Tinky smiles at his brother.
"Of course, it's my job to keep you all in line," is what he meant to say. What he wanted to say. But his mouth just didn't want to work. He clenched his hand where it lay on his lap, as he turned his gaze away from his brother to it. He could feel himself being frustrated at his inability to do something as simple as speak, but that too was inaccessible to him.
He could feel his skin tighten around his bones. The way his blood ran through his veins to his.... heart. He doesn't need this. Why does he feel it? He stares at his all too still hands. He needs out. He can't breathe, doesn't need it. Doesn't need any of it. It's wrong he shouldn't-
"Wiggly?"
Tinky's voice asks. Wiggly looks at him. Eyes slightly too wide. Crown ever so slightly off. Other than that, and his silence, nothing would indicate what he was thinking. Wiggly inclines his head in acknowledgment.
Tinky sighs, knowing his elder brother probably wont like what he has to say. “You know you don’t have to ‘keep up appearances’ right?”
The room pauses, flickering to blackness for a moment, before Wiggly strengthens his focus on keeping the space surrounding them as a tangible bedroom. Tinky gently places his hand on Wiggly’s shoulder, causing him to stiffen before slightly relaxing into the touch.
Tinky laughs nervously, “I mean, we are brothers, right?”
Wiggly says nothing in response, so the two just sit there in silence. Minutes pass, maybe breaching an hour. Neither of them bother to check. Eventually, Wiggly turns to his younger brother, and in an instant, the couch below them vanishes, the room going with it.
Tinky laughs, clapping his hands together in joy. “Yeah! That’s more like it!”
He looks at his brother, who is standing hunched over with his brows furrowed and eyes wide open. In a much softer tone, Tinky speaks, “I was feeling more like endless blackness right about now anyways”
After noticing Wiggly’s lack of response, Tinky takes a deep breath, and his form begins to shift. All of his human-like features gone, being fully replaced with yellow fur embroidered with time-and-space. He looks down upon his elder brother, wild eyes inviting him, as the goat beast lays down.
The eldritch king slowly brings his eyes up, and collapses into a giant pile of fuzzy green tentacles and glowing white spotlight eyes. Said eyes flicker and dim shut. T’noy Karaxis snuggles up to his brother’s side, and closes his eyes.
The Lord of Despair and The Nightmare Goat drift off into a dreamless sleep, comforted by the endless blackness that surrounds them, and each other.