I can never touch her, or understand how it feels to clean her inky hands, or how it feels to physically be with her.
Everything I touch dies.
Clock sighed as he leaned back in the chair that Red usually occupied. The trio was out right now, and this is when he usually made his human form shown to Notepad, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Slightly bouncing his foot, he ran through everything he could be doing with his time. This wasn’t wasting time, was it?
Suddenly, he felt a presence, and in the next instant, a sharp pencil was near his neck. Tensing up, he realized how close her inky, dripping skin was to his. As the droplets fell onto his glove, they stained it but quickly evaporated into nothing. That was her skin dying.
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Anonymous asked you:
Clock getting notepad a stack of coloring books for Christmas/birthday/whatever occasion? And of course notepad refuses to color inside the lines even though clock insists it looks so much neater.
“It’s been a year since we met in this lonely little house.” Clock had attempted to go outside for her, wearing a large coat and scarf, and other than a brief hiccup when an officer had attempted to make him remove his “suspicious gear”, had successfully completed his mission.
“Has it really?” Notepad raised her head up from where she was sharpening all her crayons.
“Indeed. I thought that, because that was, and this is, an important moment in time, I should give you a gift.”
If you’re still taking Padlock prompts may I offer this one? Paige gets really, REALLY mad at Tony about something and refuses to talk to him or even interact with him in any way for like a week and Tony’s freaking out because Paige has never acted like this(Or you could even switch the roles with Tony as the one who’s mad).
Tony had never seen Paige so mad that she wasn’t even speaking to him.
She’d taken talking to a rock with a face on it over him, or a pencil, or the wall, or nothing at all, over him.
She also did everything to avoid him and didn’t even look at him. At first, he thought it was a game, to catch him unawares so she could attack him and get her revenge, and that would be that.
But this was different. She was completely ignoring his existence.
Anonymous asked you:
Can you do one where Tony and notebook are ballroom dancing?
Human!AU where Tony is an assistant art gallery manager and Paige is an uprising artist.
Tony held up his arms before him. He wasn’t ever quite sure how tall she’d be, considering she said she’d be wearing heels that night and to their classes, Paige had only worn flats.
Eventually settling on a precise height, he started a slow waltz, back and forth. Moving his feet and imagining hers with it, he shifted back and forth in a fancy square, then proceeding to spin around. Humming the beat in a perfect tempo to himself, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was holding Paige, with her smiling at him and looking into his eyes-
“Ah!” His eyes flying open, Tony noticed that he had almost bumped into Paige, who had stepped into the room. And he froze.
On Valentines day, Tony ponders what Paige could look like under her dress…
Tony wasn’t sure that this was going to be a creative valentine’s day. His hearts had failed when he tried to make them, he’d spilled the glitter, glued his hands together, and sullied his hair with paint. There was nothing he could exactly do to impress her.
He felt guilty, considering the little he knew from Valentine’s Day after experiencing it for all of time was that you had to get the girl the gift. And then she’d fall in love with you all over again, kiss you, and you’d spend the rest of the night together.
Paige was struggling as well. Her attempts to make something neat and tidy without feeling the urge to add glitter or paint all over it was a stressful little problem that she was not willing to face. For a brief moment, she even debated making it green, because she would never try to make green creative! But no, she couldn’t give Tony a green valentine’s card or gift, it would be like a slap in the face.
So, naturally, they were in their respective rooms, Paige the kitchen and Tony the living room, debating on what they should do.
Eventually, Yellow Belly sat down with Paige and Green Wonder Boy went to Tony. Sitting down next to them, they sat in silence.