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[on this fine day, Monster has decided to play with all of the toys he's been gathering up! his door is wiiiide open, though some of his things have been dragged out into the hallway. a teddy bear with a missing limb, a roller skate, some books that have various levels of bloody little fingerprint smears on them.

Monster himself is humming (telepathically, of course) in his room. surrounded by all the bizarre, nostalgic things he's collected up, his main focus seems to be on disassembling an old tricycle. shape-shifting his fingers to undo bolts and playing around with all the individual parts. this is probably not how you use a tricycle.

whoops! one of the wheels just rolled out into the hall too. C:]

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[well, she was going to just sneakily check on the little creepchild... but the rolling wheel gets her to peek inside the door.

And frown.]

...The hell are you doing?

[Monster holds up... a monkey wrench! ...oh wait, that's his hand. it just morphed back to wave.]

Monster is playing!

[she just... takes a moment to rub her temple]

...You're doing it wrong.

Huh?

[he looks at the dismantled bike pieces, picks up the bike chain...]

But Monster made it into nice pieces!

Yeah.

It's not supposed to be in nice pieces. That's one of those things that you're supposed to play with while it's in one piece.

...But it was too big.

[no it wasn't. Monster just fails to understand the basic fundamental rules of a bike.]

[yeah, she's gathering that. :T]

No, it wasn't. It was just the right size.

[wandering on closer]

You know, I even made sure that piece of shit worked before I gave it to you?

Mmrmm...

[Monster still isn't sure what the problem is... but you can see him slowly realize that he's done something bad, frowning and shrinking into himself a little.]

Is Monster in trouble...? He didn't mean it...

[she's trying hard to weather out that amount of pathetic, she really is. Pretending she doesn't even notice, she stoops to pick up one of the dismembered pieces]

Did you even ride it once before you started dismantling it?

Uhmmmmm...

[more confusion. he sticks his finger in his mouth for a moment or two before he suddenly straightens up.]

Monster will fix it.

Oh yeah?

[this oughta be good.]

Hmm... Hm!

[he starts pointing at his little piles, trying to remember... and he eventually picks out a little metal part and--pops it in his mouth! and then he picks up the chain and balls that up and tosses that into his mouth, and then the gear, then a couple other metal parts...

and then he falls over, rolls around on the ground a little bit, sits up, and reaches back into his mouth like he's got something stuck in his teeth.

horrifyingly, he pulls out the fully assembled gear and chain parts. he's like a magician's hat, man.]

...Mm, Monster needs to be bigger. The bike was really big.

[ohhh... gross.

ugh, she makes such a face.]

How did... but aren't you...

[...nope. nevermind. she's pretty sure she doesn't want to know.]

[Monster drops the gear and chain with a heavy thunk and just giggles to himself.]

Monster has to think smarter. What's really big...?

[she just... leans on the wall to watch whatever is cranking away in his head reach an end point.

crossing her arms, propping her chin, ready to see where the hell this is going.]

...mmmmm snail!

[and then Monster turns into a giant snail. because that makes a ton of sense! he'll just start snailing his way over all of the piles of things so that he can absorb them, because that's totally and undeniably how snails work.]

Tabby Mom should get the round one that rolled away!

[NOPE.

too busy staring at the GIANT SNAIL to go get the round one that rolled away.

of all the big things he could have turned into, a SNAIL was probably one of the last things she would have expected.]

[...he's just humming and picking up stuff. no hurry, since he's.

you know.

a snail.

take your time.]

[is she really going to...

yeah.

after a minute or several of staring, wondering at what sort of stupid travesty her unlife has become... she wordlessly wanders out into the hallway and retrieves the wheel for him.

there you go, snailbuddy.]

Thaaaank you!

[he'll slowly... make his way over so that he can absorb the wheel too.]

[in floats a buuuug~]

[...oh, he knows this bug...! he gets this happy little look on his face when he looks up and watches her float around... eventually patting the place right next to him.]

[it doesn't take much effort to drop in altitude--she's been feeling pretty raggedy lately.

so, down she flutters, until she's suddenly girl-shaped again and plopping down to sit where he indicated!]

[Monster smiles at her, but... oh... goodness.]

Her wings are all old. She looks tired.

[confused look!] Is Moth Girl sick?

[not sick, just old. She keeps running into things and people keep petting her, so she's come apart a little bit.

She doesn't think about it for very long however, before her attention moves to him. And his bloody face.

Why is he still salty and bleeding? Doesn't that ever stop?]

[oh, people get old all the time. so he stops thinking about that and touches his own face a little.]

Oh, Monster tries, but his face just keeps getting all red.

[oh, well, there's obviously only one course of action here.

stick out her skinny little tongue and taste his face.]

Uaaaah...!

[that feels so weird!]

What does Monster taste like?

[and then come the antennae, feathering over where she licked. More tasting!

He tastes like salt. And minerals. Iron. Blood. And things like dirt, of course.]

Monster likes dirt. It doesn't taste very good, th... th...

[...giggle. giggle giggle giggle, wiggling his feet.]

[finally, she's satisfied with her tasting and leaves his face alone.

And she flutters her wings in response to his wiggling. It just seems like the thing to do, though she doesn't know why he was wiggling in the first place, or why he stopped]

Hm, hehehehe. It tickles when Moth Girl does that.

[he reaches over and holds up the big spiky gear towards her.]

What does this thing taste like?

[oh, she'll find out! Even though it doesn't look very good.

She tastes it anyway, first with waving antennae, and then with her tongue.

...Annnnd then, after a moment for it to really sink in, she makes a face.

It tastes like minerals, but the actual metal kind, and dirt and gross and lots like nasty gear grease]

[he tries to copy her face, but only ends up making a sound like fluttering old paper when he opens his empty abyss of a mouth.]

That does not sound good. Monster hopes his face tastes better.

[his face tasted much better. There was nothing good about that gear at all.

Which makes her wonder why he had her taste it. Which makes her wonder why he has those metal things in the first place]

Monster just wanted to know. He's sorry...

[but he looks down at his piles of metal things, and holds up a smaller connecting piece so that she can see.]

Tabby Mom gave Monster a toy, but it was too big...! So he made it smaller.

[can't... can't he do his own tasting?

this is all--even just thinking about it--is only making her more hungry for good minerals and sweet things. She can still taste all the gross.]

...Monster has no tongue.

[he opens his mouth to show her the empty black abyss inside. that's his reasoning okok.]

[ohhh... she takes a break from her melodramatic gross-face-making to blink and lean forward, peering into the utter black of his mouth.

How weird. She'd really thought that things like him usually have tongues.]

Not Monster. He's just empty.

[he closes his mouth again. :I]

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