scattered-scientist:

[ * He doesn’t have much mobility outside of his own hands holding this reforming body up, and most of his concentration’s going towards the ones lodged in Flaps’ jaw bones. It’s pretty safe to say that he’s swept up in the lunge. ]

[ * But, ah, now you have those butterflies to contend with, and they’re starting to swarm him. The bone making up his face is where they decide to light, followed by a faint scratching sound. What is it they’re trying to do..? ]

{ * …That’s just playing dirty. You know exactly what they’re doing. }

[ * What? Trying to scrape away and eat the bone? Maybe. ]

📝 [NAUGHTY????]

📝 [Flaps doesn’t seem to be too focused on this swarm – he instead is Wholly Intent on crushing Pathos’ skull and any of that reforming body that he can. He’ll deal with the pest problem after – he’s gotten aware enough to be able to piece together that Hey, This Guy Started This, therefore, he dies first.]

📝 [MAYBE that’s a little too much. BUT! He sure is ripping at Pathos at this point. No mercy.]

📝 [Definitely safe to say that Pathos won’t be permitted to return when he inevitably comes back from this.]

scattered-scientist:

[ * The butterfly will make it out somehow. It’s smarter than it looks. ]

[ * Flaps is free to grab that club, because the hands have let it go to favor lodging themselves in his jaw’s socket, trying to pop it out of place. ]

[ * Pathos, meanwhile, is hovering a few feet away, waiting for his body to grow back. Those butterflies work quick, as they’ve got his rib cage mostly assembled, the new bone dripping a sickly green ichor. ]

[ * It might also be nothing, but a few of the butterflies have started hovering around Flaps’ head. ]

📝 [Hope so…..]

📝 [He does grab it, but once those hands go for his jaw he really. Starts freaking out a bit. He doesn’t seem quite as enraged now – more afraid. This hurts!!! This Sucks???? Horrible. Awful. 0/10.]

📝 [He flails around a bit in an attempt to get the hands away – and he spots the partially-reformed Pathos. He LUNGES, full speed, aiming directly for the skull this time.]

scattered-scientist:

[ * That is a real shame. The disturbed green mass releases more and more butterflies that collect around his skull, them beginning to reform his skeleton from the neck down. A larger butterfly that doesn’t quite look like the rest takes flight, going right out the door and into open void. ]

[ * As for the remains of Pathos, that bone club is headed directly for that injured jaw, moreso to get attention than to hurt this time.  What is he trying to get out of this, exactly? ]

📝 [Gross….. Hope that butterfly is good at navigating, though. There isn’t any doors down here – not any that lead out. The only door that could is up the stairs – providing he didn’t close it when he came in, at least.]

📝 [But! The movement catches his eye and he swings around, claws and wings outstretched. He tries to grab that club firmly in his mouth, clawing away at the hands holding it. It’s tender!!! Blease no touching.]

scattered-scientist:

[ * Now, here’s the real funny thing. What Flaps is digging at looks like bone, works like bone, but isn’t actually bone. All that strain detaches Pathos’ skull from the rest of his body, summoned hands picking it up so he can watch his body turn to green mush and tattered clothes. ]

[ * A few familiar-looking butterflies crawl out of the green goop, fluttering about before lighting on Pathos’ skull, their eyes trained on the violence Flaps is committing. ]

[ * There’s more summoned hands where that came from, them picking up the bone club. You’re in for a ride now, sonny- ]

📝 [Ohhh. Ohhhh no. Bad????? Really bad,]

📝 [Flaps’ focus is ENTIRELY at ripping this mess to absolute shreds, currently. His wings are outstretched and flapping angrily, his tail thwacking at the floor – he’s even digging deep scratches into the floor itself by now in his attempts to demolish this thing.]

📝 [He MIGHT smack that floating skull with how wild his wings are going, but…. He might not, too. He’s not paying much attention to where the head went.]