Save The World RP

[filledwithdiscomfort]

[It's bring your kid to work day, today. Chisk has been left in a corner, sitting quietly by a pot plant with their legs up to their chest, picking at a scab on their knee and apprehensivly avoiding anything resembling eye contact with anyone. They're a good kid. They won't move, even thought it's been six hours since their parent left them here and they're hungry and maybe they've been forgotten about.

They kind of hope they haven't been forgotten about. They kind of also hope they have been forgotten about. Maybe they could live here. Hide in the daytime and come out at night and live off the cubicular land wild and free, never to go back.

That's bad thinking. Bad and wrong, Chisk. So they stay put, fidgeting with their shirt hem. It's only a little longer...

...but maybe it would be okay if they just went looking for a bit? Just a little bit. Just to make sure. Not for long.]

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[web_mistress]

[Lily nods approvingly. They'll get better with practice.]

"There! Now there's no need to be blue..." [She gestures at the indigo ribbon.] "Purple is a much better look on you!~"

[filledwithdiscomfort]

[Here, have a small child trying to hide their entire face in their sweater sleeves

They can dish it out but they can't take it.

They make a small squeaky mumbling noise that could be a thanks or could be a 'don't look at me': anything, really. Even they don't really know.

And then... there's an uncomfortable hollow pulsing sensation in their chest and their breath hitches and there's a flash of purple and a tugging sensation-

Suddenly the small cubicle is criss-crossed with glowing purple strings at various angles and attachment points; floors, ceiling, walls...

And poor Chisk tries to jerk away only for the tug to flare to pain as they pull against the purple heart ensnared on a strand. Their breathing rate is rapidly skyrocketing, and they are vibrating in place.]

[web_mistress]

[Lily blinks at Chisk's obvious discomfort. It's not her, is it?]

"I have to go, but I hope your day goes—"

[Her breath catches; for a split second, in front of her she sees a small figure, cocooned, wrapped in spider's web, her own web (wait, what?!), her standing over them, triumphant, her fangs at the ready (again, what) and all because of a squished spider.]

"—well, Chisk."

[She pushes it back as best she can, but her very much human and non-webmaking body is freaking out right now, and she needs to leave now. It takes all her self-control to walk away, heading back towards her office like there's nothing wrong.]

[Her first thought, when she's back in control, will be:
What the hell was that?!]

[filledwithdiscomfort]

[Chisk's expression doesn't change as she leaves, and that in and of itself is a warning sign. It's a distressed blank.

They whimper as she leaves, and struggle, and only succeed in sticking themselves to another strand. Part of them wants to cry out for her to come back. Part of them wants to throw something at her. Instead they just... shut down.

Fortunately, unbeknownst to them, Moffatt leaving the area counts as 'sparing' them, and the strands disappear shortly after, and the heart sinks into their chest, and they're just going to lie bonelessly here and stare unblinkingly at the carpet like a corpse. The bow flops over their face.]