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dry grass crunched under your wary feet, louder than you would’ve liked it to as you peered up at the faux moon perpetually strung high in the inky sky. normally it was a freeing, refreshing sight, but to every unwilling participant they were rodents trapped within a dome painted with pitch black terror. you wish to return to those days, to gaze up at the stars without the twinkling eyes taunting you with every glimmer.
it reminded you of someone who wanted to obtain their own shining heart. you could barely pay them any attention, not like it was intentional with your studies taking up the majority of your schedule. you still wished to have joined them on their little journey as silly as it was made out to be. but it only hurt to think of them, hurt to think about how you hadn’t been given a chance to say goodbye.
yet you couldn’t be blamed, right? it’s not like you knew about the red sky that began to swirl overhead, danger flickering in ripples of stygian color before it dissipated as it had taken another unwilling soul.
you huff and squeeze your hands into fists despite being nowhere equipped to face the threat trudging on the same grounds. so you take that handsy urge to a nearby machine, the bar strewn over its front an empty grey. crouching and digging through its disconnected wires, you begin to work.
it was tedious, but it was necessary. the completion of each generator felt like a small weight had been pushed off everyone’s shoulder, rekindling the determination of those still alive—at a miniscule rate, yet with the sparse environment any scrap was treated as treasure nonetheless. one less duty to worry about, or a brief distraction from stress, especially when the fresh bodies of familiar faces appeared with every corner turned.
every set of wires rewarded you with a small, electric zip and a ping signaling your completion, and soon the generator was entirely rewired and whirred to life. you lift your head to a now green bar, glaringly bright but a beacon of life in a way. though a sigh of relief couldn’t escape you just yet.
footsteps that weren’t your own crackled behind you amongst the still wind, heavy, but deliberate. you whip around to catch a glimpse of nothing, but you know you weren’t imagining anything. it was a risky move to draw attention with uncertainty lingering with every opportunity, and as you weigh out the chance of reeling in a foe with your voice something else made a decision for you: the generator.
a garbled, static laced “sike!” spat out from its previously calm humming, and you jumped while the green dissipated back into grey, ready to fool another unknowing victim. you whip around in disbelief, and he advances with rattling soundwaves of a bitcrushed engine darting your way.
“surprise!”
the hand clasping your neck is cold, then it squeezed tight with the intent of wringing your windpipe before hauling you up and slamming your ragdolling body onto the ground. the force of the impact knocked the breath from your lungs and shot a blunt, searing pain that bubbled at every nerve ending you had. vision blurring and eyes wide, your mouth falls open to cry out but another hand—sickly thin and seemingly composed of jagged bone and skin to cushion everything—clamped over it.
“well well, what a sight for sore eyes!”
the voice stabbing at your eardrums was no different from the broken tone of the false generator, a cacophony of buzzing and pitches different from the next. each word was hard to make out, though it was nothing short of familiar.
“despite the unfortunate circumstances, it’s so good to see you!”
once your eyes had focused, piecing together the new shapes splattered across your sights you released a gasp—both due to the strangling hold that remained around your neck and the mangled face peering into your own.
the left half of noli’s face was now scrubbed to the bone, what remained of it being a skull donning jagged, misshapen teeth that didn’t seem to fit in their cavities and dried, purple skin that loosely clung to the edge of his jaw and the tips of his cheekbone. it connected more and more trailing down his neck, but that too seemed ready to flake off and expose more of his skeleton despite how tight it stretched over. the right, shielded by a dramatic mask with white shining out the holes, hid any other grotesque features he likely had and was a testament to his eccentricity. but that crown floating over his head hadn’t changed a bit, still holding those little imperfections from when he plastered his own details on.
he represented a monster, a deformed cretin with the capability to mangle anybody he desired through mind, body, and voice, but only nostalgia crept its way into your heart. alongside agony.
“noli?”
you croaked out as best as you could through the pain pulsing at the back of your skull and down your spine, watching as the halved mouth of his mask curled up into a flavorless smile.
“it’s been so long, hasn’t it? i was starting to get bored without you.”
despite the fond moment he doesn’t loosen his grip. he kept you pinned, almost as if he were afraid to let you go. or maybe he liked the sight of you helpless underneath him as he took advantage of the fact you couldn’t fight back.
“you’ve changed… and so have i!”
with an erratic, stuttering giggle he finally pulled back and rose to his feet, revealing more of a figure where black muscle and sinew remained on one side only to melt and dwindle along his middle like fabric pulled taut, joining the contrast of his sickly thin left. you blinked as you’re unable to help yourself to stare at such a horrific sight, and only when he laughed again do you realize you’re free, and that you’re staring. sputtering, you as well stood back up, and despite everything you don’t take a step back like you normally would have in the face of danger.
“it… it has,”
you admitted, wondering if he felt the same connection; the threads of your friendship being weaved back together. surely whatever had dragged you here couldn’t have stripped him of that bliss, making him heartless.
“...what happened to you?”
“wonderful things! wonderful, wonderful things…”
noli’s words ended off in a murmur, though with the new effect taking hold of his voice being quiet seemed impossible for him.
“why don’t you get a good look, hm?”
his right hand splayed out, palm upwards, and for a second you thought he was offering his hand to you. white fizzled over his curled fingertips, proving you wrong as the void star blinked into reality and hovered over his grasp.
“t-the void star! you found it?”
“after all this time, of course i had!”
he “tossed” it up and down like you would with a ball, more so bobbing his hand up and down to mimic the action as the gravity of the small celestial body followed along. while it was hard to gauge any emotion from his face other than uncanny ecstasy, you could spot a hint of smugness in his luminescent grin.
“did a few things t’me, clearly,”
he said, vaguely gesturing towards his figure with that bony hand of his,
“but it was worth it, no? all the things i could do are endless now that i have it… starting with this.”
the void star disappeared just as fast as it had appeared, and within an instant he lunged forward to grab at you once more. while you gasp and accordingly prepare yourself for impact, it doesn’t come so forcefully like your instinct had initially expected. instead his hands are cupping the sides of your head and pulling you close. lowering your defensive arms, you realized noli seemed almost… confused.
“oh, right. i don’t have lips.”
he mimicked a sigh, a brief frown crossing his porcelain mouth all before drawing a hand back to tap the cheek of his mask.
“do it for me, pretty please?”
disbelief flooded you once more, his usual antics almost entirely distracting you from the morbid setting that had clutched at you both. but with a sigh and flushing cheeks you begrudgingly comply, craning your head over to press your lips against the smooth, white sculpt. he hummed, leaning into your touch and lingering and pulling back with a giddy rumble after.
“i’ve always wanted that from you, ya know? and now i finally have you right in the palm of my hands… literally!”
he pinched your cheeks, tugging too to ensure you’d whine in protest.
“but i’m still not done.”
his hold slid down to your shoulders, guiding you to step back until he sat you down against the deceptive generator. it clunked softly until your weight, and right as your question of “what do you mean” could leave the tip of your tongue, the way he began to palm at your chest said enough.
“i want to touch more of you, all of you. can i, can i, can i?”
noli stammered despite already doing so, stepping closer to stand in between your legs with his disfigured face ever so close to yours. if any nerves were left on his head he could surely feel the warmth of your hitching breath, and the way it slowly began to grow all uneven.
“y-yeah… yeah.”
you started unsure, finishing with a straight answer with a nod of your head following,
“keep going.”
even through the intimate moment he couldn’t stop himself from emitting a “yay!” and clapping his hands together excitedly. without warning he pushed your shirt up, enough to expose the expanse of your slowly heaving chest. he slid a palm right over where your heart would be, feeling it beat as if he were reminiscing about it.
“such a pretty thing, i should’ve done this sooner.”
he had muttered, admiring every little bit of you; the way you trembled and sighed from his touch, your budding nipples that he moved to pinch and roll between his fingers, every freckle and imperfection of your skin that he traced—it was all so perfect to him.
“i almost can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me! you should’ve flashed me.”
you freeze at that and smack his shoulder, whining about how he was breaking the mood. he defended himself through insisting he was right before huffing and pressing his face into your chest. he was cold, the contact blooming goosebumps across every inch of your skin. you shuddered, and you encouraged his belonging touch with a slow groan. while he soaked in the warmth radiating off your skin he aimed to expose more of it with his fingers seeking the waistband of your bottoms and hooking into them.
“lift your hips now,”
noli cooed with his head lifting ever so slightly, just enough to peer into your lidded eyes again. for a reason alien to you being under such close scrutiny made you bashfully point your gaze to the side as you complied, and you haphazardly hated the knowing snicker he emitted.
“getting shy on me? you’ll get used to it, don’t worry.”
“shut up and keep going.”
“whatever you say…”
listening to your word for once he pulled back, tugging your draws all the way down to pool on the ground beneath your feet, exposing a slit slowly moistening under his attention noli salaciously laved his eyes over the second he stood upright again. his touch sought out your arousal, pushing your thighs apart first so his thumbs could gingerly part the soft folds.
“look at you…”
he smiled with a pure want to ravish, the pad of one of his thumbs dipping in slightly to prod at your hole. he doesn’t push in, at first simply gauging your reaction and the sharp inhale you suck in through clenched teeth before trailing that touch up to your clit. he laughed again when your shoulders jumped, yet it’s less taunting this time. he was brimming with pride at the knowledge he was making you feel this way.
“fuck me,”
you hiss absentmindedly, gently rolling your hips into those small circles he made just for that pattern to break with a jolt. your widened eyes flickered down to see that he had pushed his index into your core, pumping slowly with the intent to feel around.
“what does it look like i’m doing?”
he had spoken teasingly, but despite that he seemed overly fixated on how your walls wrapped around his slender finger. he deemed you ready for another, his middle joining in to slip into such an inviting warmth and stretching your hole so delicately. this time he had drawn out a proper moan from you.
as he scissored your cunt apart, followed by a few gentle curls of his fingers that had your hips bucking, his free hand returned to himself and between his legs. he felt around a crotch that at first appeared sexless, just for a small slit at the blended seam of his two-toned skin to part and then gape. two, tendril-like cocks lolled out and small pearls of precum beaded at each, thin tip, and noli groaned before squeezing them together and giving himself a long stroke. it took you a moment to focus and realize, but when you do your breath stilled in your throat.
“y’think you could take both?”
he chimed out, not even needing to look at your face to know you were taking in every little sight of his dicks. you swallow thickly at the thoughts worming their way into your head, but he shut them down before they could escalate.
“just kidding, that’d hurt! and i’d never, ever want to hurt you.”
he curled his fingers one more time, wanting to hear you whine before his hands settled on your waist again. he tugged you closer to the edge of the generator, and only then did he step in between your open legs to press his unusual genitalia against you. twitching, he rubbed them both over your wet lips, slicking up the oddly smooth skin before he momentarily used a light-gripped fist to poise one at your entrance. the other remained to leak against your thigh, waiting for its inevitable turn.
“relax for me, okay? then we can do this as much as you want.”
with the eye carved into the porcelain that made up his false face curling into a joyful little arch, he slowly eased his cock into your pussy. broken up murmurs of pleasure left his mouth with every inch, almost smothering your own. it’s an easy fit at first, but the more he sheathed into your heat the more your walls rippled and stretched as his base was nothing short of thick.
“oh, fuck,”
he had growled once his pelvis was pushed flush against yours, his other cock visibly throbbing as a testament to how good you felt. for a bit noli had his head dipped, savoring the warm clutch with small, sporadic humps that sent small sparks of pleasure to buzz at every nerve ending you had. all that left your own lips were encouraging noises, ones that ramped up in volume once he picked up a steady pace.
the slow reel and push of his hips had his cock dragging through your slick cunt, licking every sensitive edge with the tender muscle. following a drastically sharp thrust that had you gasping, he had begun to speed up, and all you could do was bow your head into his chest and whine.
“noli- ah! slow down a little!”
you squealed, but he doesn’t relent. cheek brushing against yours he had leaned in close to your ear, choosing to tease you about being “oh-so sensitive” instead with a laugh. you manage to throw a lighthearted punch to his arm in response, but your movements stagger due to the thin, delicate tip of his dick sliding over your sweet spot.
“i don’t believe you really want me to,”
he had added, his smile and tone dripping with egoistic excitement as you gasp and curse his name.
“why don’t you look at me, hm? look at me and tell me you don’t want me fucking you harder.”
noli pulled back enough just to see you do exactly that, and while one hand cupped your cheek the other slid between your thighs to begin thumbing hasty circles over your nub in time with his thrusts. his cocks twitched in unison at the moan you had let out, right as your hips bucked too.
“fuck, f-fine- fine! don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”
you were the one to give in despite never being keen on letting him push your buttons so easily, and he somehow beamed even wider with a groan that came in suit.
“now that’s what i wanna hear.”
his touch left your face as quick as it came to press against your chest, forcing you to lie down. you’re given just the smidge of the breather before he planted both his hands beside your head. your moans turned into desperate yelps as he soon targeted that sensitive muscle, the upward surges of his hips letting him hit it every time.
“rub it, rub your clit for me. ‘m gonna make you- mm! gonna make you cum.”
already your fingers had shot down to replace where his own previously were, barely registering his order before you had even continued his numbing pattern. just as your eyes rolled back they squeezed shut once your loud cry pierced through the night.
“i-i can’t,”
you babble for no apparent reason, your protest vague—can’t what? he knew you were going to cum, you couldn’t stop it now when your walls had begun to draw satisfyingly tight around him. you knew that too, somewhere in that fuzzy subconscious of yours, and you let it be known with another squeal of his name.
“noli! i- i’m gonna cum!”
your words are timed just right as your body had seized up, and amongst the incessant pistoning watery fluid gushed from your cunt and soaked his skin. wails tumble out of your lips and your hips jerk riding your high out, and noli lets his thrusts smooth over and slow before he too lets himself go with a deep, throaty moan.
your bodies collectively still—save for a few twitches and the labored rise-and-fall of your chests—as semen spilled from his dicks. heat pooled inside of you, each spurt landing flush against your cervix while the one left kissed by the air left pooling ropes along the skin of your thigh.
“ooh, mm…”
if he could he would’ve bitten his lip while his eyes fixated on your euphoric expression, then the way thin trails of cum clung to his cocks and dragged as he pulled out. you couldn’t help but whimper as the loss of fullness felt weird. then it felt so much colder.
“ah… n-noli… noli?”
your eyes fluttered back open, and for a moment you could only blink before pushing yourself up onto your elbow. you look down, finding nothing but your own hand between your legs and your arousal wetted skin. not a single trace of noli despite him clearly having been there.
or at least, now he was.
“aw, you missed me that much?”
you immediately snap up with a stiffening back, and as warmth returned as overwhelming embarrassment you rush to cover yourself up.
“who’s there?”
“me, silly! your one-and-only, and the guy you apparently have the hots for.”
your head whipped around to the direction of the voice that had just filled your ears with husky groans and illicit phrases just seconds ago, and emerged him without a hint of sex following him, but instead that cursed star. you freeze up even more, and you get déjà vu hearing a laugh you thought he had already let out.
“so,”
noli began, creeping closer and closer until you were both face-to-face. the void star zipped away, disappearing from sight once the very hand that had cradled it slowly came to rest upon your thigh. you instinctively squeezed them together.
“wanna let me in on what i just had you fantasizing about? maybe you can take the other one this time! …if you decided you didn’t want both.”