Corrupted: Blossom's Story
Chapter 9: Visitors
Mojo strode into the mansion, looking for all the world like a king. Brick and Blossom stood stiffly, watching as he came forward. His boots made dull, muffled clomping sounds as he closed the distance.
"Brick." The icy voice speared Brick through, and it took all his will to stay standing.
"Mojo." The acknowledgment was returned, with just a little more venom than his creator. Blossom stood there uncertainly, her fingers lacing into Brick's own, the gentle pressure of her hand made him calm down. Mojo noticed this gesture, and he smiled sadistically, taking a look over the pair. Blossom broke the sharp tension.
"Would you like something to eat?" She politely offered her hand to Mojo, with a polite, disinterested tone of voice reserved for unwanted guests. Mojo looked at her in surprise, raising a brow. But he took the proffered hand and shook it once. "Brick darling?" She turned on her charm factor, turning her lover's eyes to her. She pressed her body to his own, hooking a finger into his shirt, tugging him closer to her. "Please, take a breather, I'll take care of Mojo for you." She slid her hand provocatively down his arm, making him shudder. "Alright?" Brick nodded, stammering something, before leaving. Mojo followed Blossom with his typical smirk, before he was roughly shoved into a wall.
"Listen up," Blossom hissed, tightening her grip around Mojo's neck, leaving the primate with little precious air in his lungs. "You do anything to upset Brick and I'll kill you myself." She gave him a shove, before letting him go. "Be a good boy, and maybe you'll leave breathing." Her hair fell over her shoulders. She fingered the small pendant, unaware of Mojo's prying eyes. It pricked her flesh, and a tiny bead of blood swelled, before being absorbed into the silver. She straightened, before walking on as if nothing had happened. "You coming?" Her voice didn't differ at all.
Brick held up the tiny jar of memories. He had peeled out all that had belonged to him and her, and stored them in a jar. He could only stand one or two nights of her screams and shaking before he stripped her of those harmful memories. His fingertips brushed, lightly, against the container. He caressed the jar, before secreting it away. He knew that it wouldn't last, that he would have to give it back, but he would do so slowly, carefully, until she could handle the massive burden on her own. He stood, and found a more decent outfit, before squaring his shoulders, and facing what was sure to be a monstrous night.
Special Feature: For Rosie2325
Excerpt from Corrupted: Bubbles Story - The Puppet Master
Bubbles quietly watched Boomer preserve the body as he always did, transforming the disfigured monster into something eerily beautiful. The dull brown hair turned a gorgeous shade of umber and holly. Her features became just as lovely, and her hair fell over her perfect body. Then, she was vividly aware of the stitching that covered her horrible, scarred body. Unbeknownst to Boomer, who was absorbed in his work, a scream bubbled up. And it was released, in a scream of pure, undiluted desire.
A desire, to be pretty.
Special Feature: For PowerpuffFan28
Excerpt from Corrupted: Buttercup's Story – The Ringmaster
Buttercup watched the ease and fluidity of which Butch coaxed the monsters of his creation to life, his eyes lit with a sadistic glee as they were at this time. She was entranced, utterly aware of the black, leathery wings he had placed upon her, and the stimulating skintight leather leotard she wore. She felt the collar, the only one of its' kind, around her neck, and felt reassured. While it had taken him years to train her, the end result was more satisfying than she could have ever expected. He was her ringmaster, and she, his faithful lover.
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Powerpuffan28: Still training your puppy huh?
FlareonRocks: Really? Snails that eat puppies? Really?
Rosie2325: I'm sorry the story isn't turning out the way you want, But I had my outline planned out months beforehand. I'll be happy if you told me specifics on what you wish to see, and maybe I can give it to you.
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Magenta: The detail of the house is easier than the inside. I would love to explain the inside, but too much detail would limit your design and imagination. I provided the bare minimum to spark your thoughts. If I'm not providing enough infromation, I'll try to be more specific. All you have to do is ask.