Psychotic Rat Central
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spookyempathy:

psychoticrat:

spookyempathy:

"I thought you hated me?"  She asks, looking to the rat who is suddenly expressing an emotion that isn’t disgust.  "What changed your mind?"

"Don’t start. I’m cold and this blanket isn’t enough." He pouted and hugged the female. 

"I’ll stop if you admit that you don’t really hate me.  I’m not saying you have to admit that you like me, let alone love me.  Just that you don’t really hate me."

The rat snatched the blanket and wrapped it around himself. “No.” He walked off, all bundled up in the blanket. 

spookyempathy:


I got bored.

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spookyempathy:

"I thought you hated me?"  She asks, looking to the rat who is suddenly expressing an emotion that isn’t disgust.  "What changed your mind?"

"Don’t start. I’m cold and this blanket isn’t enough." He pouted and hugged the female. 

the-curator-of-the-sands:

Nasus has kept his eyes on Wit the whole time, and his amazement brought so much joy into his heart. This was the reaction he had hoped for. He felt that Wit had calmed down, that he had found distraction, with a smile he squeezes the others hand a little and walked back into the bedroom with Wit still on his hand. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he invited Wit to take a seat as well with a gesture.

"There is no need to thank me. This is your safe haven after all" he said with a smile on his lips as he looked to the window. The sun just had started to set slowly, but the heaven was not tainted in red yet. Blue sky like usual. "the nights are harsh in Shurima, so I do hope you have nothing against it if we have to sleep closer together, or you have to sleep with more blankets." This was probably the least of Wit’s problem.

"Please, I saw your excitement about the bed, if you wish you can use it to your hearts content" he said. Standing up he had walked to the door. "Though, perhaps you should refresh yourself first, then you can invade the bed. I will prepare some food, I do hope you like rice and spicy curry." Nasus said.

Now Wit could walk anywhere he wanted to, he could go take a shower or bath, jump around on the bed or just nap. Nasus came quickly back into the room s he seemed to have forgotten something. “If you plan to shower or bath, wash yourself in general. Soap is next to the bathtub, in a small cabinet, it is hanging low so you should be able to reach it.” After that he walked into the open living room again to find himself in the kitchen again. Since caravan was here yesterday, he just had the freshest ingredients to make a wonderful curry for Wit.

psychoticrat

The rat hopped up onto the bed. It was rather soft. Much softer than he originally thought. Wit looked out the window when Nasus brought it up. Again, the rat lived in the sewers. He didn’t have the luxury of a view, unless gunk stuck to walls was considered a ‘view’. The rat smiled. Blue skies. When Nasus brought up that it would get cold, the rat’s ears flipped back. He disliked the cold. The dog then explained that they could simply sleep closer together, or use more blankets. Blood rushed to his cheeks again. Wit cleared his throat, “That would be fine. Yes.” He didn’t specify to which response however. 

The rat’s ears perked up when Nasus suggested they have curry. Spicy curry was something that Wit had never tried before. He knew how you were supposed to eat curry and the like, but he had never tried it before. “Sounds like an interesting meal to try.” He gave a smile to Nasus. The rat decided to take a shower. He didn’t have running water at his home, but he still kept himself quite clean considering he lived in a sewer. He nodded at Nasus’s directions and walked towards the marbled bathroom.

Wit grabbed the soap and headed into the shower. He turned it to the right temperature and stepped in. He started to massage the soap through his fur when some of it got in his eye. The rat ended up dropping the bar of soap to try and wash out his eye, however he ended up stepping on the soap and slipping on it. The rat fell backwards and hit his head on the wall, then the ground. He let out a shrill yelp as he crashed to the tiles. Everything was rather blurry. He tried to sit up, but his head throbbed to the point where he couldn’t hold his hands in place. Wit brought his hands to cup over the back of his head and winced. Hopefully, Nasus had heard something.

the-curator-of-the-sands:

"Well then. I do hope you will find your way around the library quickly, but first off let give you a quick tour" with a chuckle Nasus had walked towards the door. It opened normal this time but as both had left the rooms he put his hand against the middle part and whispered these weird words, the click of the lock announced that the door was shut tightly.

Nasus took the lead walking past the different book shelves. “You see, my library has the shape of a rectangle. I keep the public part down here on the bottom part. You will find anything here on this floor, from simple lectures to heavy tomes of the ancient history. I do pride myself with the biggest collection of knowledge in Runeterra” Nasus was guiding Wit deeper into the library as they reached, what seemed just another bookshelf. “But, I keep the archives beneath our feet. Just some collections I have, that were trusted to me that I take care of them”

Putting his hand on the side of the shelf he easily let it slide to the side, revealing the entrance to some stairs. “On the top floor, I have my… living quarters. Of course for guests, but seeing you agreed to remain with me, I will most gladly show you your new and my room” his voice was a bit teasing as he put his hand on Wit’s back and walked with together up the stairs.

They came out in a very filled room. There was a corner with a table and a lot of pillows to sit and what it seems to be a kitchen, but of the older kind, besides that the room was filled under rooms with all kinds of trinkets and charms. All of them had their own unique charm and seemed to be a collection from all over the continent. Ionian chimes were hanging next to the window and talisman covered the wall. 

The ceiling was not naked, but instead silk scarfs where covering it, making the room look more warm and comfortable, the floor was covered in all kind of different carpets. “This is the living room. It is kept, after shurima tradition in  a very warm atmosphere, but I couldn’t resists and put up some charms and trinkets I found on my travels.”

Walking into the back oft he room was a door frame without a door. It lead directly into the sleeping chambers of Nasus. It seemed like Nasus was sleeping on nothing but a huge mattress, covered in satin. Pillows of varying sizes were lying on it and blankets, soft and shiny, must have been silk as well, were neatly folded at one side. A huge open window was at the opposite wall, letting in a nice breeze that kept moving the curtains.

"There was no way a normal bed by man would have taken my weight… and the stress of my actions, so I decided to go with something, comfortable yet inviting." he said with a chuckle. Oh yes, the bed of him had t to take a lot of weight and under certain circumstances lot of stress. "The bath is just next doors" this time a door separated the rooms, the bath was very big, just like everything in Nasus’s chambers, a huge bathtub out of marble was standing in one corner and what seems to be a shower was standing in the other. "Even though I should live after… older times as most would expect from me, I couldn’t say no to the comfort of running water."

psychoticrat

The rat was simply amazed at the size of everything. He couldn’t stop looking around and just gazing at everything he came across. The library was much larger than he expected. The living quarters, the bedroom, the kitchen, it was as if everything were supersized. Then again, he wasn’t anywhere near Nasus’s size, and for the large dog to live comfortably, he probably had to make these things larger. The fact that things were hidden as well just added onto the fact that the rat would feel safer. 

Wit wouldn’t speak too much. It would distract him from the home decor. It was a beautiful place. Wit’s home was in a cut off sewage drainpipe. He hadn’t placed anything on the walls. He hardly had furniture, let alone a running shower. Everything here… it was warm, inviting, and safe. Wit smiled to himself. He was glad he decided to come to the library. 

Upon entering the livingroom, the rat was invited by the warm setting of Shurima. The trinkets that lined the walls were rather interesting. Wit would try to decipher their origins mentally. Nasus had been around for a while. Wit smiled, still taking everything in. He was welcome here. It could be his new home. It was his new home, for now, at least. 

When Nasus showed the way to the bedroom, Wit’s jaw dropped at the sheer size of the bed. It was huge! The rat owned half of a twin sized bed. Nasus had a bed bigger than a King, or Queen sizes! Not to mention that it had silk and plenty of pillows around it. Wit had a sheet, and a singular pillow. Perhaps he’d get a good night’s rest for once. The rat slowly walked over to the bed and placed a hand on it, rubbing the pads of his claws over the silken sheets. He wanted to fall asleep right then and there, but Nasus was leading him to the bathroom.

Wit gazed at everything in there as well. The marble and sheer size of the bathroom was awesome. He stared around at it. Wit felt happy. He felt like he belonged somewhere. His hand trickled up to Nasus’s, grasping it. Wit smiled, “Thank you.” He nearly whispered the words.

the-curator-of-the-sands:

A smile spread on the curators face as Wit accepted his offering. With a nod he closed his eyes and reached for the others hand. “I promise it. By the never ending cycle, my pride as a guardian and my very soul.” Lowering his head he bowed what it seemed and put his forehead against Wit’s backhand. “I promise!” He repeated, before he let go of the others hand and looked up again. His blue eyes looking at the rat with a happy shine in them that showed his excitement and how glad he was that he accepted.

"Welcome to my library, may these halls offer you as much of as a home as does it offer me", standing up, the curator took the glass from the table and put it away. After he had just created a highly potent acid, he did not wanted to come it near Wit. "Should I show you around? The halls are big and there are many rooms, you can reside in my chambers though, so I can protect you from all uncertainties that could occur"

"Of course, only if you wish for it" he added with a gentle smile. Nasus wanted to make sure Wit was experienced the most comfort he could provide, it was obvious Wit needed more then just a little distraction maybe this could prove to soothe him further.

psychoticrat

When Nasus grasped the rat’s hand, he felt blood rush to his cheeks. It was as if the dog were signing a contract with Wit. He made a rather dramatic approach to it, but needless to say, Wit believed every word of it. The rat gave a partial smile. When Nasus looked back up at him, Wit couldn’t look away. He didn’t know what he was doing. The rat leaned forwards and hugged Nasus. His pills must’ve been wearing off.

The rat gave a warm smile to the other. “Thank you.” He paused for a moment and shook his head, “I didn’t… Er… I don’t normally hug…” He trailed off, keeping his head down. Wit hopped off the stool and nodded to let Nasus start to lead the way. The rat was happy for the first time in a long time. Something seemed to be going right for once. Hopefully, he wouldn’t mess this one up. The rat’s ears perked when Nasus mentioned that Wit could stay in his chambers. Wit wished he had taken the pill’s full dosage. His heart skipped again. 

"Y-yes. That’d be…er… doable." 

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the-curator-of-the-sands:

He was quiet the whole time and listened closely to the heavy words the rodent spoke. He felt moved that he was trusted so much and nodded slightly. His blue eyes focusing Wit as he walked towards him and put a hand carefully on his shoulder. “This is a heavy burden loaded onto your shoulders… you lost a lot… you are hurt and still concerned about the future.” Nasus paused for a moment. Getting down on one knee he looked Wit in the eyes.

"I understand, what I am about to say may not be a solution to your problem, but listen. Emotions are not a distraction, they are the fuel that burn our passion, love, lust, happiness, sadness. Without them we wouldn’t make a difference." he seemed in thought for a moment. "Lets see. You see, the rejuvenating potion" he gently took the glass from Wit and put it onto the table. Putting some bones into the grinder he started to turn them into a fine powder. "Without emotions, this potion will be useful, but it will not advance, it will always have the same effect. without anything new. But if we add emotions…" he added some of the fine dust and watches the golden liquor slowly turn into a bright red. "It can change, from a simple energizer, to a medicine" Picking from the shelf a small glass filled with dried roots, he crushed some it in his hands and mixed them into the glass as well.

"From the medicine into a new kind of fuel. See. Emotions are that… what makes us change, discover new potential and advance from our basic form." He put the black liquid down and picked a berry from a plant on the shelf. Squeezing it out very the glass he let the juice drip into it and watched as the liquid turned clear. "But if we add too much we end up to our most basic form… or a deadly toxin" he walked over to a metal pot and spilled it over it, with a sizzling noise it started to melt the pot in seconds.

This was a lot to listen to, but Nasus tried to make it as understandable as possible, with something that the rat would understand. With something familiar. “Your emotions are not a burden, they are the ingredients that make you. That make a unique brew that no one else can copy. Life has been hard, you have lost a lot and you need time, I understand. You did mistakes, grave one. It sounds harsh, but learn from the past, learn from it and you will see that you can continue living onwards.”

With a heavy sigh eh stopped. He had talked a lot and as he got down on his knee again in front of Wit, he looked sincere at him, his blue pupils focusing the rat and his expression serious. “If you wish, I will offer you my library as a safe haven, to experiment a new and learn from the past. I will stand at your side as a guardian to protect you from the pain of the world”

psychoticrat

When Nasus touched the rat’s shoulders, Wit’s heart skipped. His instant thought was that he shouldn’t have taken a smaller dosage. He should’ve gone with the full dosage. He was starting to be afraid to feel anything. When he looked at Nasus in the eyes, he couldn’t look away. Something about the big, blue hues drew the rat in. Wit could feel himself starting to lose control. Emotions are a burden. He thought over and over to himself. When Nasus started to speak again, his mind cleared and Wit listened to the other.

Nasus’s voice made it easy to clear out unwanted thoughts. It was calming, and sounded like the soft, warm sand on the beach. Wit watched the other as he explained what emotions can do for an individual. He nodded in understanding as the other went on. When Nasus got down on his knee again, after explaining everything, the rat couldn’t help but to gaze into the other’s eyes. 

He offered to let Wit stay and use this place as a haven. Wit didn’t know what to do with himself. He could get off the pills, start living his life again and not be so hellbent on everything wrong done onto him. He could change for the better. The rat looked down for a moment, mulling it all over. The word ‘Guardian’ simply made him feel safer as it was. It was okay to have feelings and emotions. It was okay. He was going to be safe. Wit looked back up at Nasus, “You promise?” 

nextgenrobin:

nextgenrobin:

[Text] I don’t know what to do. There’s blood everywhere. I need help

Peter had flinched slightly when he felt Wit touch his shoulder. He told himself that it was merely due to the blood on his hands but the truth was he just didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. He took a few steps forward as he thought about the situation, knowing that he had to keep his composure. The teen had been doing this for years and knew that if Batman was here the he would have told him to control his emotions. What good would the boy be if he let himself fall apart now. “From all this,” Peter gestured to the mess. “The guy wanted to send a message. I don’t think I know any of this people. They could have been picked at random.”

The rat nodded as the boy seemed to be alright from his response, but Wit could smell the other’s stress. Bodies release sweat when they’re not feeling well. Whether it be for a physical reason or mental, that’s what bodies do. Wit blinked slowly and shuffled out of the room, gently prodding Peter to shuffle out as well. “Send a message…” Wit’s ears flattened and his fists clenched. “I’ll send him a message then.” The rat shook his head to get himself out of it. It was no use getting angry. He hated the fact that one would bring others into an unrelated situation just to ‘send a message’. It’s what happened to his son. “I’ll send out a few creatures to start tracking. I’ll keep you posted about any unusual behaviors I find in the city folk.” He gave a glance towards Peter, “And don’t worry, the creatures I’m sending only track. They have no defenses or offenses.”