see the devil don't mean to be evil~ (closed)

At the soft call from his father, Pitch stirred a bit with a soft groan. He hated being woken up, especially when it was still nighttime. He sat up and rubbed at his tired eyes, clearly pretty out of it. "What do you want…? It's late… or early, one of the two…" He whined. His hair was a mess from being slept on, and his pajamas were disheveled.
He didn't really mind living in the Underworld, honestly, but he did get pretty sick of being cooped up inside all the time. He had more energy than he had any right to have, and he tended to break things inside to burn it.

"Get packed, we're leaving in ten minutes. Anything you don't pack, we leave." he said, turning to leave. "Oh, I forgot, you don't have…" he manifested some bags, leaving them by the door. The twins didn't have much in the first place, it would be no trouble for them to gather their meager possessions together and leave. He'd carry their things, either way. Uktakt turned to Edara, nodded to her. She understood, she was to watch the children and report back if they were causing any mischief. He hoped they'd take this opportunity to leave seriously, as they didn't have much other choice.

"Huh…? Right now…?" Pitch rubbed at his eyes again, wondering if this was some odd dream. Even if it was, he wasn't going to take his chances, so he started sleepily gathering his few possessions. The majority of it was clothes, but he had some candy and other trinkets that he wanted to bring along. He wandered over to his sister and shook her to wake her up.

Edara went to curl around Sierra's legs, attempting to comfort the girl. She squeaked, yawned a little as even she was tired from getting little sleep, and watched the twins attentively. She then scurried over to Pitch and circled around him, making small ferrety noises and whining. Even she didn't fully understand, and she was in on the plan. Ten minutes later exactly, Uktakt reappeared. "Are you two ready to go?" he asked quietly, and Edara ran back over to him nervously.

Pitch soon finished gathering his things and pulled on his shoes before standing beside his sister, obviously struggling to keep his eyes open. He was still exhausted, and none too pleased about being woken up. "Yeah, what gives? If this is some kinda joke, it's—" He interrupted himself with a wide yawn. "—not very funny…"

(Sassy ponytail Pitch for the soul)

(Ponytail baby wsfhjl)

(Idea for the soul: Uktakt let the kiddos pick their names because he wanted them to be able to know themselves, and for them to be able to choose their own destiny in effect.)

(I love both Himb and the name ideas dklnsav)

Uktakt sighed. "I never joke, children. It's far too dangerous. We need to leave, now. Your home in the Underworld is not safe, our home is not safe. We're leaving, once and for all." he vowed, taking out his bag of infinite wonders and retrieved their bags, storing them safely inside the infinite space. He then gathered the children, pushing them along towards their destination, out of the palace and past the Nine Tortures. "I don't have time for bickering. Nunan will awaken soon, we must get past the gate before that happens." so close, so close, just a little further.

(Pitch probably just picked Pitch because it sounds cool let's be honest here)

"Mmmm… who's gonna take care of it then, dad…?" Pitch held onto his sister's hand as they walked along behind Uktakt, too tired to really be able to function. So, he trusted Sierra and their father to guide him along to wherever it was they needed to go; he hadn't really been paying attention. "Ugh… what time is it even…?"

"Time to leave." Uktakt said harshly, not liking being questioned much despite his generally gentle demeanor. They had reached the gate, and were just about to leave when Nunan, the winged servant of Aktis, landed gracefully in front of them. "What do you think you're doing with those wayward souls there?" they asked.

"I plan on taking my children with me to the Overworld. For a… long-term visit. Possibly even a permanent stay." he said, pushing past them. Nunan seemed to grow and expand at that, towering over the group and looking significantly more monstrous than usual. Fangs lengthened, the spikes on their tail grew sharper, and their face was horrible, like a deformed mask.

"Bitch, I am… not in the mood for you right now…" Pitch held up one hand as he walked past Nunan, pulling his messy hair into a ponytail with the other to keep it out of his way. "What's even in the Overworld, dad? Why are we going there? Why's it so dangerous here we can't stay, huh? Couldn't you protect us? Not that I couldn't protect myself, obviously, but we wouldn't want Sierra to get hurt."

Nunan picked up Pitch by the collar and snarled in the little boy's face. "I am not here to play games, bastard child. I will eat you if you push me far enough, and I will digest your soul slowly and painfully." they growled, dangling Pitch several feet off the ground, a drop that could easily break a leg or spine.

(Nunan isn't actually that horrible, they just have a Job and they won't get Paid if they don't keep people Stuck in the Underworld.)

(See: Me snarking at capitalism, mildly, through Nunan.)

(Jobs? Where you struggle to survive? Not pog.)

(Actually this system is more of a vaguely oligarchic system than anything but it has elements of bullshit in it. Sorry mini rant over.)

Pitch struggled against Nunan's grip, growling in frustration. "Let go of me, dammit!" He tried to kick at them, but couldn't quite reach. "Daaaad! Make him let go of me! Owwww!" He huffed angrily, not ceasing in his struggling despite how tired he still was.

Don't worry guys

"Pitch won't get hurt. Put my son down, Nunan. I'll let you have free reign of my palace if you do, and let you decide the fates of the departed." he sighed. It wasn't like they were coming back for him to rule. Nunan slowly lowered the boy to the ground, but stood their ground. "You know I can't let any souls leave." Nunan gave Uktakt a sad look. "I would have done so ages ago if I could have. You'll have to kill me before that happens." but it was almost like they wanted to die, for this role was torture for them and anyone sane could see that.

Pitch rubbed at his throat a bit when he was set down, glaring up at Nunan and huffing angrily. "Stupid…" He muttered, returning to Sierra's side after he'd regained his composure. "At least we're leaving so we won't have to deal with them anymore, huh?" He asked Sierra, although he wasn't really expecting an answer.

(Hey @AAAAAGGGHH-MJ-MIGHT-BE-AN-ARSONIST what kinda clothes does Sierra usually wear?)