Hatfic - Soul Fragments It had become apparent that his greatest feat was probably the worst mistake Alsmiffy had ever made.Hatfic - Soul Fragments by Mwolf0Epsilon
What was his greatest feat?
Befriending and becoming attached to the walrus, Trottimus, and the architect, Djh3max.
From an early time when he was still naught but a tiny child, Alsmiffy had found bliss in destroying all that had sentimental value.
It brought him joy, pleasure even, to see all that mattered to others crumble into nothing.
He could see the souls connected to these items, these special treasures, which would then slowly vanish.
He enjoyed watching them fade.
From childhood to adulthood everyone had regarded him as being a heartless monster. Incapable of understanding love and emotional value.
Alsmiffy had never truly cared. He'd never been attached to anything or anyone, they had all just been sources of entertainment...Until he met those two that is...
To this day he had no idea why they stayed, why they let him stay.
They just d
Hatfic - The Grumpy Walrus The sun was already setting when Trottimus had sat down by the edge of the Slime Island. The day had gone by without that many problems in fact it had been quite peaceful really.Hatfic - The Grumpy Walrus by Mwolf0Epsilon
No "misunderstandings" or any unnecessary death for Spawn to fix.
The penniped had managed to get some progress on the Big Reactor he was tasked with building and neither Djh3max or Alsmiffy had distracted him too much. Their minds had been elsewhere just as his own now was.
Trottimus observed the sunset quietly before sighing tiredly. He wiped a large flipper across his forehead before setting it down once more to grip at the slimy dirt so as to not accidentally slip off.
He hadn't been feeling at 100% as of late. In fact he was pretty sure he felt somewhat homesick...Not that going home would fix the problem.
No, what the walrus was feeling at the moment came from both frustration and a little bit of lack of validation from his friends and coworkers.
Don't get him wrong, but serio
Hatfic - Thaumaturgic Inversion (10/?) The Watchers were a group shrouded in great mystery. Specially the Overseer and Guardian.Hatfic - Thaumaturgic Inversion (10/?) by Mwolf0Epsilon
From what had been exposed to the Sirs it became clear that these Ethereals had at one point been a singular God who had split himself into a group after the creation of some unknown prophecy that occurred once every 100 years.
The Overseer was tasked with the important job of watching the Chosen Ones while the Guardian protected them of real danger that could look past Spawn.
While their protector had gained the Creator's kind and calm disposition, the Overseer had gained a more negative side that affected his behavior and socialization skills.
He was bossy, mean-spirited and he cursed unnecessarily.
Still his burden came with a price.
The Overseer was bound to the Hatventuring Lands where the trio had first discovered the prophecy. He had limited very limited traveling time which meant that if he was outside of these lands for too long, he would be forcefully pulled back.
Legend of the Otragal ed Ardep "Can you tell me a bit more? About home I mean?"Legend of the Otragal ed Ardep by Mwolf0Epsilon
"You mean you don't remember?"
"I do...Sort of I guess. Just...What i remember is the bad things, not the stuff like how things were."
"How things were...?"
"Yeah before that happened...And, and stuff. I don't think I was very schooled in culture values and...And that sort of thing."
"Hm...Well I can't really explain how some things were, I don't think you'd understand them anymore, I can barely understand it myself. So...How about I tell you a legend?"
"That sounds nice. What sort of legend is it?"
"Well back at home there's tons of them. But this one has to do with something you like. Gold."
Once upon a time, in the warm lands of the fiery Mother-World, there was a village near a molten lake that served as a connection to the great Queen's Hive-Kingdom and the darkened outskirts of civilization.
This village was known a