SHINE RAZOR EYES BEFORE THE WALLS COME DOWN // private, Sugarplum

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    If you told Bill that they got exiled from BloodClan, they'd laugh. Of course, they still retained the memories from that day -- why wouldn't they? They'd have to know which Clans they've been exiled from already and which they hadn't, so they were sure which Clans they were able to join. But it just seemed like a stupid reason! Disrespecting the high positions, attacking and blinding a Clanmate... Ha! They could do much worse now that Corrupt was slowly taking over. But to each their own, they supposed; a lot of Clans exiled Bill for that.


    Bill walked towards BloodClan's border, ears flicking as he scanned the area. Perhaps someone would come by and be their victim today. That would be great, if they had to be honest... Then they wouldn't have to pull someone from camp and risk being killed before doing any damage.


    //Would you be alright with Bill branding Sugar too?

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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    //go right ahead lmao


    Sugar didn't normally stray far from BloodClan's camp, but he was feeling adventurous today. He pranced around the territory, scattering the leaves and bones that laid about. Had he been younger, the bones would have scared the shit out of him, but after joining Team Skull, he had gotten used to the whole bones theme, so seeing bones now didn't faze him.


    After seeing Bill, however, he slowed down to a halt. What..?


    (c)trexgirl


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    ———— free from my chains | updated 2/12

    Aha, there was somebody! Bill's head turned around at the sound of someone moving, dropping their body in a crouch. Of course, they couldn't sneak up on Sugarplum, it seemed; he already spotted them.


    Well, shit. That makes their attempt a bit harder. Corrupt laughed inside their mind, muttering in their native tongue that their goal would still be easy. Bill mentally rolled his eyes back at them, before they controlled his body once more.


    Bill only had one thing going through their mind right now, and that was to kill -- or hurt, whichever came first -- whomever got in their path. Of course they were the ones trespassing, not the other way around, but still; they felt they had a right to waltz into other Clans' territories.


    So with as much strength as they could, they leaped at SUGARPLUM, trying to pin him down, or at least try to knock him over or shove him.


    //mobile

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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    He screamed, trying to scramble away but it was too late. He was pinned down by that.. that thing, and was helpless. He didn't fucking know how to fight, and he didn't know how to defend himself. "Let go of me, asshole!" He yelled, tears forming.


    (c)trexgirl


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    ———— free from my chains | updated 2/12

    Aha, as if they'd let him go just because he ordered them to. Bill laughed a loud, but made no proper response to Sugarplum's pleads. Bill conjured up a knife -- which was the only power-related thing they could do from now on -- and tried to stab SUGARPLUM's shoulder with it. If they were successful, they'd try to carve a triangle shape into his arm.


    //mobile

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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    He screamed out in agony as the knife connected with flesh and ripped it away. Laurel screwed his eyes shut and clamped his mouth shut, breathing rapidly as fear coursed through his veins. Why was he always the target of other's aggressive escapades? Was he just a magnet that attracted all kinds of bad luck?


    (c)trexgirl


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    ———— free from my chains | updated 2/12


    Ahh, prey who didn't fight back. That's just how they liked their targets. Bill grinned in satisfaction at Laruel's screams, dragging the knife out of Laurel's shoulder now. Corrupt made little hums at their work -- which could likely be heard through Bill, seeing as his mouth was open. Bill would try to place the knife at Laurel's neck now, trying to slice it a bit. Might as well use it for other things.
    "speaking" actions "thoughts" "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill


    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 2/17][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | member of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
    corrupt is currently trying to break through
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    casual character, please don't promote!
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links