How I tried to tell my friend about how tumblr is like:
How they reacted to my description:
How I reacted to their reaction:
How the scenario resulted after a while:
And was resolved EXACTLY like this:
And now when they open tumblr and look over their shoulder:
I now dub Porrim x Kankri as Pork.
So this is it isn’t it….The way he wouldn’t have expected it to come crashing down. Kurloz let out a low, almost maniacal laugh, that quickly evolved to regretful sobbing. He had to witness most of his friends die, having to see them either turn or get killed through other means. But he was sickened to the very core about this. He rubbed at the swollen bite on his arm, he stuck his nail into the wound….It didn’t hurt, he was practically almost turned already. Meulin was waiting for him back at the hideout, sitting there with Kankri, they all had gone through this shit, hardly held together, but now, he just didn’t know how they could manage to stay alive when he was gone from her life…No. Hell no. Hell to the fucking no he wasn’t going to end up a corpse only to be shot. He had to remain focused. His priorities were only on his mind. The first was keeping Meulin alive, the second was keeping her safe. He stood up from behind the counter of the mechanic shop and held his nailed bat loosely, and eventually dropped it to pick up a blowtorch and some sheet metal. He had to get to work fast, his bones were starting to ache and his limbs felt heavy…He decided the best way to keep Meulin safe, was to still be there for her, too keep her safe…Even if he turned. He comprised himself a metallic mask, one he could only wear once, and never take off as long as he was walking. It kept his jaw from opening but it had thin openings to make it easier to breathe. He held the finished product up to his face, perfect fit. He attached straps, and a form of locking. He puts on the mask and mumbles, at least it was metal. A bullet in the between the eyes won’t stop him from protecting Meulin…If he could even manage to remember her. Click… The mask is on, and he carefully walked out of the building. His head felt like it was splitting, and his eyesight was foggy, not even a mile up the street…But the undead…they acted like they didn’t notice him…one even bumped into him. He smelled like a corpse and blood, and it seemed they stopped caring for his existence. Kurloz was tired…his walking swapped between slow and sluggish to shambling and quick. He couldn’t see straight…but he saw the lit up supermarket sign from where he was….he had to get there… And it seemed like the other undead, they all seemed less and less horrid as he moved closer to the large building and all he could think of now was Meulin….dear sweet sweet Meulin….Keeping her safe….Let no one…hurt…her.
Meulin looked out the cracks of an hastily yet stable boarded up window to see a familiar figure approaching the doors of the store, she’s relieved he finally had come back to their home. Maybe he could talk some reason into Kankri into not leaving. They worked too hard to keep this place as their home and it won’t fall apart on them if they stay. She went over to the door and opened the door for her tall ex-boyfriend.
Purrloz?What took you furever!? I was worried sic-
She let out a gasp when she saw what was one of the only people she could turn to in this world. Kurloz….had these tear filled, hollow eyes….Like the rest of those animals out there, and he even reeked of one. She teared up and stood still while it looked down at her, it didn’t attack, it just stared and made a quiet groan. It took a step inside and Meulin fell on her back and tried to crawl away in fear as if she just looked Death in the eyes. It didn’t attempt to bite her, it simply shambled in…and used it’s shoulder to close the door it came in through. Meulin maintained her screams inside, she didn’t want to alert the whole world outside that there was someone with brains still alive, and she stood still as the thing that wore Kurloz’s skin knelt down practically right on top of her, and wrapped its arms around her…then sobbed. She was shocked, but she tried to make up what was going on….Maybe, maybe Kurloz is still in there…He didn’t want to leave her. She cried quietly and held him tightly….
Never leave me again…
My contribution to Zombiestuck.
The basement light didn’t work but wasn’t required for Kankri to be able to see, sure it was dark but he was worried. He carefully decended the squeaky steps of the stairs, a hault with each step and squeezed the sickle in his grip. He swallowed hard when he heard breathing and finished his decent, then carefully, carefully, carefully went towards the breathing. He finds the source and practically dropped to his knees from what he saw. He stared wide eyed and at the verge of tears as he looked at Porrim, who was missing tissue on her arm and leg, in the corner of the room, drenched in blood and having a chainsaw laid beside her and the decapitated corpse of a familiar girl. He was only gone for a few minutes and he didn’t expect the bite to infect so fast, to leave Porrim and an undead Meenah locked in a basement. He hadn’t expected this would happen…He didn’t want something like this to happen.
"K-Kannny?" said the bleeding woman, who clings to life and consciousness and holding her arm.
"P9rrim 9h my g9d I’m s9 s9 s9 s9rry please d9n’t die please this is all my fault I sh9uldn’t have taken s9 l9ng while Meenah and y9u were in need 9f assistance 9n a critical level I sh9uld have headed back right away please P9rrim d9n’t die I’m-"
"Kanny…shut up. It’s fine…She didn’t tell us…Yo+u need to+ be stro+ng right no+w…I need yo+u to+…kill me."
"Do+n’t hesitate please….I do+n’t want to+ turn into+ o+ne o+f tho+se things…Just do+ me this favo+r Kanny…I want yo+u to+ do+ this quickly… and do+n’t think abo+ut everything we’ve been thro+ugh…Yo+u’ve beco+me a stro+ng bo+y and I do+n’t want to+ be so+mething that do+es yo+u in…Just please…" She tried to relax and let her head lean back as she coughed up extensive amounts of blood.
Kankri, he didn’t want to do this. He wanted Porrim to live. But he knows as well as she does its only a matter of time before she tries to chew his neck off. He crawled up next to her and sobbed as he shakily lifted the farm tool high above his head with the hook aimed downward. His vision went blurry with tears and his chest ached….She held still and both of them tried to think of happy thoughts….happy thoughts….happy thou-
Kankri quickly pulled the weapon out and wrapped his arms tightly around his caretaker’s neck and cried on her shoulder, he’s resenting having done that to her. He lost a person he loved and loved him back, even if it was platonic. He sobbed harder, and didn’t let go…It felt like an eternity of crying, night has fallen and he had to get away from this place. He doesn’t want to look back. He even tossed his sickle aside and tried to head back upstairs. He was alone for once, and he had to be strong…For Porrim.