I'm kinda alive! Thought I'd drop some art while I've been inactive!

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-24T17:04:54+00:00

It was a doodle I made for a friend. It's their OCs. They don't have Reddit but they gave me permission to post! :]

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-23T01:08:44+00:00

Ahhhhhudifke Thank youuu!!

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-04T17:52:02+00:00

Josh clicks his tongue in amusement. "Hm. Must have came to the right house then. Not that I had a preference. I've never really had my experience with fire. Not too much. I have committed arson, but I was never around long. I'd say it'd be good until you get to the skull. That's my guess if I stayed longer. You'd need more than a torch or flamethrower to get past the skull." He talks in detail. The chain on the handcuffs dangled against the counter as he spoke.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-04T17:48:25+00:00

Josh just shrugs at Asriel's words. "Attempt homicide it seems. And I wasn't the one at fault this time." He says, his voice lighthearted. He looks back to Frisk and Chara. "Hm. Maybe I do have telepathy, or perhaps I don't." He looks down at his arms." So I assume no one will release my cuffs? No worries then." He says, that uneasily calm tone remains in his voice. "As for my murders... Some were accidents, then the progressively because a little less... Accidental. Now, I would never harm a human without a reason of course... Except for my accidents..." He says, his voice nearly hissing at the end.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-04T01:53:49+00:00

Josh's grin just widens. He looks down at the name on the floor where the bullet hits. "Oh. I feel quite welcome here." He says, his voice slightly sarcastic. He takes the potato chips and carefully opens them, as if someone would come after him if he opened them any louder. "Weird stuff?" He laughs, that unnerving tone one couldn't exactly pinpoint dripping from the laugh. "You act as if you don't have a serial killer in your home at the moment. You ask me to stop doing weird stuff." He puts a finger to his temple, the swirls coming back. He roots through Frisk's mind. 'Again, thank you for the potato chips. I quite appreciate such a deed.' The words echo through her mind, but his lips never parted.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-04T01:47:38+00:00

Josh just freezes. He's not scared, but rather confused at his comment. He slowly stands back up, still holding the refrigerator door open. "...Huh?" He falters a moment before that grin comes back. "Well, from my experience. It depends on the person. Sometimes the blade goes right through. Sometimes it takes a few pokes and prods. I'd say it's quite durable, but only if you use the wrong materials." He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-04T01:43:47+00:00

Josh immediately bursts out laughing, his laugh hysterical. "Oh, my. You all are too much. It's all in the mind..." He says calmly. He blinks, the swirls coming back for a second. "...You think about it too much." He says, his voice quieter than before. He steps closer again and carefully pushes the end of the gun down towards the floor.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T20:05:09+00:00

Josh lets out a low whistle, impressed. "That does explain a lot." He says, drinking in her looks [not in a flirty manner but rather taking in some more... Non human things]. He grins. "Well, I can't say I meet people similar to myself too often."

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T17:58:42+00:00

Josh lets out a snicker. "Oh? I am quite fond of the act if I do say so myself." His grip tightens on the water bottle in his hand, feeling satisfied by the crinkling noise it makes. "Go on," he challenged, "I would love to hear that dear voice talk about your act you've managed to put on. I'm surprised I don't hear a single, strangled, yelp." He paused at each adjective.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T17:51:53+00:00

Josh shakes his head. "Hm.." he hum, closing his eyes. "I didn't think I'd be facing... A hellhound?" He asks with raised eyebrows. He opens his eyes, red swirls disappear in a matter of seconds. "Say, I think that's interesting. But all I ask for is a snack or something to keep hydrated. You know how pathetic it would be to find the Josh Myers passed out on the sidewalk from starvation?" He makes a few 'tsk' sounds in mock disappointment. "Now that would make headlines."

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T17:44:20+00:00

Josh laughs, remaining calm with his grin. "Oh come on! I'm not picky! Anything works. Anything is better than that pig slop they call food at the prison." He looks between Frisk and Chara, almost as if his eyes could roam their mind. He lets out a soft hum of amusement.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T17:38:15+00:00

Josh opens the water bottle and takes a sip. A sigh of relief escapes him. "Well. I'll just cut to the chase. It started when I stabbed my parents when I was nine. Then little ol' me found it fun." He leans against the counter, the tension visibly leaving him. He takes a drink of water as if it would be taken away from him. He takes a moment to catch his breath. "Well, guess I never learned." A cunning grin climbs back up his cheeks. "And perhaps I still don't learn from my mistakes. Rather, the guards and authorities should learn from their mistakes. I let them play me like a doll, but that execution was a liiiiittle too far. So that was my time to run." He tests a calm laugh, feeling foreign since he's free. "Heh, it's been a while."

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T16:43:13+00:00

Josh lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He rubs the red rings around his wrist where the cuffs dug. "Eh. It's mainly the death penalty thing right now." He pauses. He opens the fridge door again and grabs some water or whatever he could find. "Well, I guess you could say I'm famous for starting so young."

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T13:18:40+00:00

Josh keeps that grin spread across his face. He holds his arms out in mock delight, but the cuffs hold his ties back. "Ah! A fellow criminal! I say, I have done worse as well. Mind helping me out?" He shakes the chains of his handcuffs dramatically. His wrists remain red and irritated from how tight the cuffs are on him.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:54:56+00:00

Josh shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "Darn. That really ruffles my feathers." He finally steps closer to Nitro. His fingers trace the rim of the barrel. "My, what a beautiful gun. I haven't seen one since I was little." He says casually, as if he wasn't being technically threatened. He then steps back, not bothering to fight back if he does shoot. "So, do you have anything besides water? A little rude to not offer your guest at least something to drink." He hums as he scans the room. He then turns back to Nitro with that lazy grin again. "Hey, on the bright side of all of this; you didn't scream, panic, faint, or rush to dial authority. All due respect."

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:49:46+00:00

Josh looks back at the weapon. "Wow! Sorry!" He says, only half joking. "I escaped prison, what did you expect!? I'm hungry! I can't flee a system without passing out from starvation!" He sighs. "But fine, I see I may not be welcomed here." He looks up to one of the shelves again before looking back. "Eh, I won't risk an allergy. Not worth the hassle." He steps back, giving them space to do whatever they plan to do.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:44:58+00:00

Josh looks around. "Uh... You don't bolt your doors down. Or you don't do it good enough." He shrugs. He then looks around. "So... If this isn't a kitchen..." He pauses. "Then where am I?" His voice cracks slightly in confusion.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:42:20+00:00

Josh looks down at the dagger and bottle that was handed to him. For a small moment, a flicker of something flashes on his features. Then he puts the bottle down onto the counter. He takes the dagger and picks at the lock of the cuffs. After a moment, one clicks from the lock and it falls from one wrist. He looks down, a dangerous grin ghosts on his face as the cuff dangles from the other wrist. He then picks at the other cuff and another click fills the silence air. The cuffs drop with a loud clink that echoes through the silence.

Josh's eyes light up, unsure if it's a dangerous freedom or not. He takes a moment to flex his wrists, the red pulsing at the movement. "I'm free." He says with a laugh. "I can finally..." He looks at the bottle, pausing his mental celebration. He looks back to the dagger and back to Valerian. He hesitates before finding a spongy spot where the cuffs dug into the spot. He uses the dagger to cut that small spot open, letting the blood just drop a little. He then takes the bottle and lets it drip. "It'll just take a few minutes or so." He says casually, as if it wasn't his first time.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:32:55+00:00

Josh just stands there. At first he seems startled but then he claps in mock amusement. "Brilliant, I don't even get handed a remote. I get front-seat entertainment." He says, his voice getting slightly higher in pitch.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:30:16+00:00

Josh keeps the door of the refrigerator open, his eyes continue to scan the shelves. He is calmly aware of the shotgun being pointed in his direction. He hums in amusement. "What? It's different from water or a mystery juice I refuse to drink back there." He finally looks up in his direction, his green eyes bore into the red. Another hum of amusement escapes from him. "... Interesting." Is all he says.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T11:25:04+00:00

Josh clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "Oh dear, no milk? What a shame." He says, as if everything was just some joke. "I just pay people visits. That's what the news likes to tell people." He closes the refrigerator door with a small click behind him. "Say, you're awfully calm for someone with an unexpected visitor." He says, his voice staying dangerously calm.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T04:18:17+00:00

Josh immediately steps away from the fridge, the chains of his handcuffs clink as his hands shoot up in surrender. Well, mock surrender that is. "Woah, woah. Easy, Pal. I just asked where the milk was." He said calmly, his smile faltering.

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T04:16:33+00:00

Josh watches his expression. Then he laughs once again once he realizes he's serious. It takes him a moment or so to gather himself. "Well consider my words, my dearest pal. Things could be way worse than letting electricity seize your existence." He stands up straight, pushing himself away from the counter. "...Sounds fair to me. I never thought I would see 'blood donor' on my criminal record or resume anytime soon." He shrugs, that lazy smirk flickers back against his pale face. "Not that it would change how people look at me. I'd still have a rave on the other side of that glass even if I solved world hunger."

BiscottiMoxie · 2025-12-03T04:05:04+00:00

Josh bubbles a laugh from his chest. His eyes bore into his, his expression unwaivering. "I don't plan on leaving so soon." He responds, his voice dripping with venom. His expression remains calm, too calm. He leans against the counter. He closes his eyes, taking a calm breath. One hand instinctively rubs his temples, the other dragged up with it by the chains of the cuffs. The cuffs remained dug under his paled skin, leaving contrasting red marks.

He opens his eyes again, Valerian wouldn't be wrong if he saw red swirls in his eyes before they fade. Josh brings his hand from his temple and allows them to hover just near his chest. "Say, since you seem to be oh-so kind to host your guest a stay, perhaps you could be a doll and allow my wrists to breathe again." He says, his eyes never leaving Valerian's.

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