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Following the red soaked tiles [Starter for @morbiditycore]

testsubjectjohnsmith:

Out of curiosity, John went back to the hallway where he had slain Claude the dragon, just to take a peek that was all. To make sure the place was cleaned up, or to just take a closer look. It was always fascinating to see.

To his surprise, the body was still here. That was just it. The body was still here. The head seemed to have taken, making a trail of blood were it was dragged along. Bothered by it and driven by his curiosity, John decided to follow it.

After a long walk, he had ended up in front of a pair of doors were he had never been before. A bit nervous, he raised his hand to knock, but took a moment. Should he really? He quickly waved it away, he had faced a dragon, what could be worse then that?

With that, he knocked.

This was Lower Aperture—further from even GLaDOS’ reaches. The cameras turned to look at John, eyeing his every move.

From what could be seen through the sliding glass doors, the place was old, mimicking the styles of Cave Johnson’s reign. Something of a doctor’s office, reeking with an uncomfortable aura. John was being watched, certainly, but by whom—or what— he could not fathom to guess.

Something shuffled in the darkness behind the doors. The air turned cold, and sinister.

Above the building were six letters in bold: M O R G U E

Anonymous whispered:
DEAD BODY??? Yes indeed. The gunslinger's face is frozen in panic, hand outstretched towards the gun rack in a last ditch effort to fight back against some unseen adversary. His frame is literally peppered with bullet holes, and his core is missing.

Well, happy day! Never really liked him anyway. And it looked like he was shot to death—even better.

The core was missing, though, that was a little disconcerting. Oh well~ First a dragon skull, now an enemy? Craig would be so happy. 

Time to go get the stretcher!

Anonymous whispered:
The coolant led into an office around the corner. Something smelled like gun smoke.

Oooh, that can’t be good. Draws the gun, and peeks around the corner…

Anonymous whispered:
Huh. There seems to be an awful lot of coolant in that next hallway.

Quite so… Hm. 

To investigate, or not? If there’s someone hurt… Hm…

Oh well. The gun was grabbed, and Morbid tiptoed over around the corner.

Ask the Character about their Mun

ask-monita:

thenames-hiccup:

ask-shifter-the-super-wolf:

theparanoidhumanoid:

op-and-company:

thattallbritishdroid:

im-thelost-princess:

be as ridiculous as you want

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do it

Yeeeesss~!

Prepare to be insulted, writer.

YEP! ((O.O OH GAWD))

pLEASEEEEEE

((rereblogging cause I love this :D))

(Source: theblinddovahkiin)

unless-its-a-farm:

morbiditycore:

"I see, I see."

A lamp was turned on for the plaster to set. Morbid came down to properly greet her. Polly gave some more rubs.

"Thank you for stopping by."

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She looked up from Polly to grin up at Morbid. “I love stopping by, it’s one of the highlights of my week.”

Ellie gave the cat a final pat on the head before standing to check on the basket she brought with her. “I brought a new batch of caramels I thought you’d like to tr—”

She blinked when she doesn’t find the caramels she’s speaking of, realizing that must have been what she had forgotten when she left. “Damn, I left them at the house.”

"Oh no, it’s completely fine, really. It’s a busy time for you—it’s all understandable."

An awkward, bony pat was given to her shoulder. Seems Morbid not only looked the part, but felt like a corpse too.

"I recently aquired a fancy hat, if you would like it in return. Those are rare in my line of work."

unless-its-a-farm:

morbiditycore:

"And you do all this yourself?"

There! Done. The apron was discarded, and he went over to the sink to wash his hands. 

Seemed the cat deemed the woman alright, and rubbed its cheek against her. Maybe to tell her other animals that she had been claimed—this human was now Cat Territory.

"That’s Polyphemus, by the way. Polly for short. He bites occasionally, so do be careful."

"I have people I’ve hired from the town nearby to help out with a lot of it. Most times I just seem to be the one who pays the bills and paychecks, ahah. I don’t mind, though." Ellie had plenty of cats that wandered the farm, ones she had adopted to be barn cats, to catch mice and other little critters. She crouched down to gently pet Polly.

"It’s alright, a little bite won’t kill me," she replied with a smile.

"I see, I see."

A lamp was turned on for the plaster to set. Morbid came down to properly greet her. Polly gave some more rubs.

"Thank you for stopping by."

unless-its-a-farm:

morbiditycore:

"Ah, I see. So your farm is empty now, but will be full in the coming months?"

A cat came out from another room and went to sniff Ellie’s shoes. It was missing an eye.

"When it comes to plants, yeah, but we have livestock we tend to as well. Cows, horses, chickens. Rabbits." Ellie peeks at the cat that walked in, wanting to pet it but not wanting to scare it away.

"And you do all this yourself?"

There! Done. The apron was discarded, and he went over to the sink to wash his hands. 

Seemed the cat deemed the woman alright, and rubbed its cheek against her. Maybe to tell her other animals that she had been claimed—this human was now Cat Territory.

"That’s Polyphemus, by the way. Polly for short. He bites occasionally, so do be careful."

unless-its-a-farm:

morbiditycore:

"Is spring when crops usually grow?" He asked, adding another glop of plaster and spreading it onto the base.

"I always thought it was summer, when it’s warm."

"Oh no, I meant, spring is when we start planting the crops. Summer is when they grow, fall is when we harvest. Some of them we plant later or earlier, but most of them are planted in the spring when the ground is soft." Ellie explains, laughing a little.

"Ah, I see. So your farm is empty now, but will be full in the coming months?"

A cat came out from another room and went to sniff Ellie’s shoes. It was missing an eye.

unless-its-a-farm:

morbiditycore:

"I found it in the hallway. I suspect work of magical anonymous, but, I’m not going to complain."

He sounded positively giddy!

"I only have the back to do, would you mind staying and chatting? I’ll be free after this."

Another thick glob of plaster was applied.

"So how are you, Miss Ellie?"

"I-I see," she says, thankful that nobody had to take on some giant dragon. That probably would have resulted in some casualties. "Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all, I just wrapped up all my work on the farm. It’s been busy, getting ready for spring and growing crops."

Ellie crossed her arms and inspects the plastered dragon head. It would definitely make an interesting decoration piece.

"Is spring when crops usually grow?" He asked, adding another glop of plaster and spreading it onto the base.

"I always thought it was summer, when it’s warm."

unless-its-a-farm:

 

"R-really? A dragon?" Her eyes widen, and her face pales a bit just thinking about what size it would have to be, if that was just the head. "Wh… where did you get it, exactly?" Ellie wonders, eyeing what he was working on.

She had never seen a dragon in the universes she’s been to, and it made her skin crawl a little thinking that one could probably make a morsel out of her if they were this colossal.

"I found it in the hallway. I suspect work of magical anonymous, but, I’m not going to complain."

He sounded positively giddy!

"I only have the back to do, would you mind staying and chatting? I’ll be free after this."

Another thick glob of plaster was applied.

"So how are you, Miss Ellie?"

No matter if Morbid had posted the meme or not, there was simply no way Frick would be getting others flowers and not him.

unless-its-a-farm:

morbiditycore:

There on the operating table was something only describable as a big ball of plaster, with Morbid hooking fasteners around it to keep it in shape. Whatever was in it was probably the size of Ellie, if Ellie were a small elephant.

"I am indeed! Good to see you dear. Please, give me a moment."

He was certainly messy—glue, bits of newspaper, and smears of dried plaster were all over him and his apron.

She smiles, watching curiously as she steps into the room. Ellie stays quiet for a moment, not really wishing to interrupt him, but her curiosity gets the better of her. “What’s that you’re making?” She wonders, setting her basket on a nearby empty operating table, stepping a bit closer to get a better look.

The thing is, huge.

"Well, I was fortunate enough to come across a dragon head. So I dragged it back here with my husband, and I’m making a mold of it. That way, I’ll have the bones and a replica head I can paint."

Morbid looked a bit more excited about talking about a severed head than he should be…

marinescientist whispered:
Nothing! What have you been up to?!

???

Erm… Not, much. Working on a few projects, business as usual. You?