By The Way I Might Try A Weekly Upload Schedule For The Shitpost Look Outside Fic, Figured People Would

Part 4 of Molded just dropped along with a small side-story featuring David Anderson's perspective of chapter 2

hi i felt like posting this before i fucking explode but uh i headcanon mia as being of east asian descent, most likely half asian

this doesn't add anything to the plot of Sclerotium n co or anything like that, i just figured it was an interesting side fact that might explain a little bit of how i approach her cooking (which is literally only mentioned twice) OOF

I think I might post chapter 2 for molded a little early oof

For April Fools I decided I'd upload some outtakes from my fics, so here they are

be warned this is gonna be super freakin long so prepare yourself for some scrolling

Molded Outtakes:

Scrapped shotgun scene

decided to try a hand at acquiring the shotgun again. At least it would put all of this shotgun ammo he’s been hoarding to use.

So, armed with his pistol and the scorpion key, Ethan set off to unlock every scorpion door he could find, starting with the one in the hallway.

Unlocking that scorpion door led back to the main room that he was beginning to grow familiar with. Ethan didn’t bother trying to raid this room, though, instead beelining straight for the staircase. He was relieved to discover that the elderly woman from before was no longer here; he didn’t want a repeat of that experience. Quite frankly, he didn’t want a repeat of any of the experiences he had experienced thus far in Louisiana.

Ethan stopped just short of the upstairs door, listening. He wasn’t sure if Jack was still prowling around up here or not, so he wanted to make sure before bursting through. A few tense moments of silence passed, then Ethan heard a barely audible clunk of boots on wood.

Alright, so it looks like Jack was still around, after all.

Carefully, Ethan nudged the door open. The bootsteps sounded rather distant, so he figured that he’d be fine for now. The blonde crouched, trying to minimize his silhouette as he peered around the left corner.

Nobody.

Ethan quietly got to his feet and crept over to the pool room’s door, slowly creaking it open.

Nobody.

Ethan slipped through the doorway and silently snuck over to the scorpion door to his right, slipping the scorpion key through the keyhole and unlocking the door with a click.

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Scrapped version of chapter 13 featuring Mia's perspective

Mia woke up on a muddy bank. She groaned a little---god, her head hurt---and tried to remember what had happened. Standing up, she found that she had washed ashore in front of a massive boat, and suddenly it clicked in her mind.

Zoe.

Ethan.

Mold.

“How...?” Mia half-whispered, her voice breathy. She looked around, confused, trying to find the monster that Ethan had become.

(Part of her still believed that this was a trick. Ethan wasn’t here. He was fine. He was safe. Ethan had not been wrapped up in any of this bullshit. This was just a trick.)

She couldn’t see the distinctive white shirt anywhere, nor did she catch any sight of a shock of mismatched gray-and-blonde hair; he wasn’t here. Mia sighed---half in relief, half in despair---before noticing she was boxed in by various metal debris. Looks like she had no choice but to march on forward.

She stepped onto the metal, making her way toward the ominous silhouette of the boat before finally coming across Ethan’s fallen form. Cautiously, she stepped toward him; he didn’t stir. Hesitantly reaching out, she shook his back. Despite all of the fear she harbored for what he had become, she still found herself worrying for him.

“Ethan?” 

He didn’t respond, and she began to worry. “Ethan!” Still no response. The codex was red; he was dying.

Good.

Not good.

Mia didn’t know how to feel.

Despite his poor condition, a singular firefly managed to crawl out of his arm, buzzing into the air. Just in time, too, as the molded’s unconscious form was suddenly engulfed in... well, mold.

“Ethan! Ethan!” Mia screeched, reaching out for the molden cocoon. Damn her trepidation, her hesitation, her doubts; no matter what he looked like, this was still her Ethan.

He was carried away, and Mia could do nothing but watch despairingly as her twisted husband was taken deeper into the wreckage. The firefly that had escaped landed on her shoulder, antennae flicking curiously, and her resolve hardened.

He had gone through hell and back for her. It was time she did the same for him.

Continuing on with the false insect, Mia traversed the broken land, stumbling upon a heavy, metal door. It took a while to open---what with her already weakened muscles and the door having been practically rusted shut---but eventually she managed to swing it open.

It was, expectedly, dark inside, and she flicked on her flashlight as the firefly crawled into her hair; she picked it out with a huff, setting it on a nearby wall. She didn’t know why, but something about it helped her feel safe, like she was carrying around a piece of Ethan.

She passed by open circuit boards and walls shrouded in curtains of mold fibers, trudging through disgusting pools of water that reached her knees. Something about here seemed familiar; walking through these halls brought back a fuzzy memory.

Bright lights, pristine floor. A shout from her right.

She was back in the darkness. The firefly blinked softly from its perch on her shoulder, looking at her with its black compound eyes.

“What was that?” She muttered to herself, looking around cautiously. Mia took a moment to regain her bearings before she continued on. She began to ascend the stairs, coming across a sinister mass of molded humans fused together. She took a sharp inhale, keeping away from their outstretched hands as she continued up. Walking through the narrow corridor dumped her into a wider room, and the firefly took flight.

Two men dressed in orange jumpsuits, outfitted with hard hats and gas masks.

“They’re dead! They’re all dead!”

“What is it?”

“The engine room!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She killed them all.”

“Fuck... what the hell is going on?”

“We need some weapons. ‘S there any weapons on this ship?”

“I-- I don’t know, but... let’s go this way. Maybe we can get outta here.”

Mia blinked, and the men disappeared. The room was dark and dank again; no trace of them remained except for a trapdoor in the floor, held ajar by pale molded tendrils. She apprehensively took a step toward it, and the firefly resting upon her shoulder comfortingly blinked; that gave her enough confidence to step into the vent, crouching down as she let the darkness engulf her.

Metal banged somewhere above Mia a few times, prompting her to freeze near immediately, but nonetheless she managed to push her way through the narrow passageways and into a wider, dilapidated corridor. The door at the end of the hall led back outside, though now the wind was whipping violently. Cupping the firefly gently in her hands as a precaution against the gale, she ducked into a staircase and--

“Settle down, little girl, just settle down.”

Choked screaming, mold flooding out of pores and spilling through the seams in the mask. The man collapsed onto the metal stairs, dark blood mixed with fungus oozing out as a little girl clad in a purple so dark it looked black descended the staircase.

“Are you remembering?” The girl’s voice tickled Mia’s mind like a half-forgotten memory, the child’s almost taunting voice freezing the woman in place. It took Mia a moment to find her voice before she responded.

“...What? What are you?” She held her cupped hands closer to herself, drawing comfort from the false insect’s presence.

Instead of responding, the girl’s lips curled back into a vicious grin as a sinister laugh left her lips. She turned away, teleporting to the end of the corridor in a flash of white before ducking behind the corner with a final giggle. Mia’s muscles finally began to respond to her commands and she stumbled forward, nearly losing grip of the small firefly.

Something about that girl was wrong. Something about that girl was completely, utterly wrong. Something about that girl was familiar.

She wanted to run away, but-- no... Ethan needed her. Mia needed him. She wouldn’t leave without him, not when he wouldn’t leave without her.

She marched on forwards, ignoring the sting of the light gashes his claws had scored into her arm as she continued through another door and deeper into the wreckage. She released the firefly from her hands to drop down into a pool of stagnant water; the insect buzzed after her as she went, climbing the ladder out only to be met with the silhouette of the girl from earlier.

“You said we could be a family.”

The closer Mia got to the girl, the more sluggish she felt.

“What are you talking about?” Everything seemed to slow down around her as she spoke, her lips stumbling on the words. The little girl’s face twisted into discontentment, then frustration.

“You SAID!” The child spat, running away from Mia and disappearing around a corner. She rushed after the little girl when the fatigue left her, scrambling to the top of the stairs in a hurry.

“Wait!” Mia shouted after her; the child looked at her with a dark face, standing ominously in a doorway.

“I’m tired of waiting.” She said simply, the door slamming in front of her. Mia ran to the door to try and open it, but it was locked. Something growled from the distance as mold spread across the door, and she didn’t bother to look as she immediately ducked into the first room she saw.

“Oh, god.” She huffed, curling onto the floor. She needed to get Ethan, then get out of here.

One encounter with a molded later (god, she had forgotten how terrifying they were when they were actively trying to kill her), Mia used a fuse to open the door the girl had disappeared behind and began her ascent up the stairwell. The door to the third floor was unlocked, so she made her way into the--

The girl (her name started with an E, Mia was sure) spun around in a wheeled chair like some sort of supervillain, looking the woman dead in the eyes. The child was backlit by the glowing static of the television behind her, making her seem even more sinister.

“Watch it.” The child’s words were absolute; Mia would watch the TV. She had no choice but to watch the TV.

“What...? Why?” Mia was confused, and more than a little scared. As if sensing her terror, the firefly huddled closer to her face.

“You need to remember---so we can be a family.”

Hesitantly, Mia reached around the girl to grab an old VHS. It was clearly worn and damaged, but hopefully its contents had withstood the test of time. Popping the tape into the VHS player, Mia watched.

“Alan, you’re getting worse.” Her voice, but she didn’t remember any of this.

“She must have infected me during the attack.” Labored breathing. “And-- I’m too far gone, anyway.” Pained grunts, a hand assisting the man onto the couch. “But it serves me right. It’s my fault she got out”

“Yeah, it is your fault.” Colder and harsher than she had expected. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you die.”

“She didn’t attack you?”

“It’s part of her imprinting protocol. I can’t believe this is happening.” A hand held out; a vial deposited into her palm.

“Here, take it. It has her tissue samples. You find her---you fix this.”

“Okay, Evie. Where are you?”

...

Empty corridors, still filled with light. Monstrous creatures lumbering through, horrific noises escaping their gaping jaws.

Mold, mold, mold, everywhere she looked. Alan was dying, and--

“Are you mad at me, Mommy?”

“No, Evie, I’m not mad. Wait... what did you call me?”

“I don’t want to live at the lab anymore. I want a house. And I want you to be my mommy!”

“Okay, Evie, I’ll be your mommy. Just come back with me right now, okay?”

Silence.

“Where are you, Evie?”

Laughter.

“Evie, wait!”

Alarms blaring. More mold. So much mold. Fire, and molded creatures dragging themselves across the floor to get her.

Alan died. She was infected.

“Ethan... you were right. I did lie to you. I shouldn’t have, but--” She paused. “All I can say is that if you get this... stay away! Forget that you ever knew me! Have a good life.”

Away, away, away. Mold. Screaming.

“We’ll be together forever.”

“Now do you remember?”

Mia looked up to meet Eveline’s gaze.

“Yes, Eveline. I remember.”

The girl leaned forwards, excited.

“Can we be a family like before?”

“No, Evie. We can’t be a family.” Mia’s words were delivered with stern gentleness, though it quickly faded when she remembered Ethan. “We were never a family. We can never be a family.” She growled. Eveline looked her up and down.

“Then I don’t need you anymore.”

The girl flashed into her face, laughing maniacally before disappearing in a flash of white. Mia stumbled back, startled but unafraid.

Now she knew what she was dealing with.

She pushed through another door, determined to finally put an end to this hell. Wrenching the elevator doors open with a grunt, she ascended the ladder with haste. Every muscle in her body screamed at her, begging her to stop and rest, but she wouldn’t---couldn’t---stop, not now.

Dropping down into the floor below through an open shaft, Mia found a computer monitor that was still miraculously working. She bent over the keyboard, ignoring as the firefly fluttered over and began to crawl across the screen. She needed to find Ethan.

She flicked through security cameras. No, no, no, no. Nobody, nothing.

And then...

“Ethan--” He was barely visible through the mass of mold he had been fused to; the stained white of his shirt was what had alerted her to his presence there in the first place. Zooming in on his trapped form, Mia felt her resolve solidify.

“I hope I make it in time.” She didn’t know how long he could hold out; he was a construct of mold now; mold borne of Eveline and her will. His independence from the mycelial network was something special and completely unforeseen, but Mia knew it wouldn’t hold up for long---not when he was fused to the very core of the mutamycete.

“Okay, bottom level.”

Mia got up, moved to leave, but Eveline suddenly flashed into existence right in front of her, grabbing her wrist with a death grip.

“Liar.” The girl growled, looking much more dangerous than a girl her age should’ve.

“Stop it, Eveline!” Mia roared at her, and the girl fled from her vision in a burst of white light. Mia shook her arm a little, trying to banish the sensation.

“Fucking hallucinations. Where is she?”

Ethan’s firefly joined her once more as she began to walk away, and she realized she had a newfound disgust for the creature. Still, it was Ethan’s; perhaps its behavior could keep her informed on his wellbeing.

She made her way to the captain’s cabin, grabbing the lug wrench before heading back to the elevator. Using the wrench to pry open the trapdoor, she dropped down into the main body of the elevator.

It was stuck halfway between Floor 1 and Floor 2; Mia decided to crawl up into the second floor rather than drop down into the first and earned a small survival knife for her choice.

One convoluted puzzle involving paintings and a key later, Mia headed back to the captain’s quarters to unlock the locker. Quickly grabbing the machine gun inside and wasting no time in loading the weapon, Mia heard the rasping of a molded at the door and hastily rigged an explosive in front.

She opened the door, and the molded came stumbling inside the room; it immediately died when Mia triggered the homemade bomb, its legs splattering away in a shower of gore. She didn’t even spare the creature a second glance before she marched onwards, her new weapon in hand.

Grabbing the necessary fuse and power cable needed to get the elevator working again was a whole ordeal in and of itself, but once that was over Mia immediately got to work. Deft fingers fiddled with delicate machinery, and once everything was in working order she practically punched the button for floor S2. The elevator lurched, causing Mia to stumble a little, though it quickly

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Scrapped epilogue for Sclerotium

In one night, Ethan’s entire world had been shattered. No longer was he human, no longer would he see his family, no longer would he go back to his home or his job. He hated it, yet in the end he really didn’t have a choice.

Yet, he thought to himself, perhaps it wasn’t all bad.

Mia was back with him. He had stopped a horrible bioweapon and allowed a tortured family to be put to rest.

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Scrapped first/second chapter for Succession

The BSAA had moved the Winters’ into an empty house in a rural Romanian community. It had been (and, to be quite frank, still was) a bit awkward, being dropped into a completely different country with zero knowledge of the culture and language, but Ethan and Mia did their best to make it work.

Their new normal mostly consisted of staying at home for most of, if not the entire day. On occassion, Mia would go out to buy groceries or other goods with the money the BSAA provided every month; Ethan wasn’t allowed to accompany her on these trips due to his status as a bioweapon.

Because he wasn’t allowed to leave the property, Ethan generally spent his time either binging television or reading articles on the Dulvey Incident, as everyone seemed to have taken to calling it. The coverup story was something about a gas leak, and it seemed to be doing pretty well; coverage had finally begun to die down as the BSAA withdrew from the area. Soon enough, the Dulvey Incident would just be another tragic accident that happened to some poor people.

Part of that saddened Ethan---he had lived through it, lived through the horrors of the Dulvey Incident, and people were forgetting about it like it was nothing. That what he had gone through was nothing, that what had happened in that accursed place was nothing more serious than a simple gasleak and the ensuing explosion.

Of course, Ethan couldn’t dwell on it forever, and he did his best to not address his trauma by doing literally anything else.

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Necromorph Isaac outtakes

Scrapped intestines scene

Isaac almost laughed at that thought as he assessed his intestines, relieved to find them in one piece---that relief quickly turned into stomach-churning disgust when he saw and felt the organs start to quiver and weakly thrash of their own accord.

“Oh hell no.” Isaac grabbed his intestines, ignoring how disconcerting it was to hold his own intestines as he

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Scrapped scene for a future chapter of the necromorph Isaac fic, selected because I figured it would work as a nice teaser for what you can expect in the future (also I doubt anybody's gonna read this far so HAH)

He fled the room as quickly as he had entered, the battery in tow. Slotting it into its rightful place, he met with Nicole in the Mess Hall.

“So, how was it?” She asked.

Isaac laughed. “You would not believe how much is falling apart down there.”

Nicole laughed with him, and the two walked through the halls together.

“We’ll need to head to the Deluxe Lounge next.” She said, he voice as calming as ever. Isaac spotted his plasma cutter on the ground and picked it up.

“Huh, I don’t remember dropping this.”

Nicole quirked an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t even know you had a plasma cutter.”

Isaac looked at Nicole, confused, and stepped through the broken glass. Mercer’s body was on the ground. Mercer? How did he die?

“Isaac, what’s happening?” Kendra’s signal was breaking in his feed, causing him to pause. What was happening? “Find the shuttle. You need to install the singularity core.” He tried to reorganize his thoughts, but it was like fighting a hurricane.

“Isaac? Isaac, can you hear me?” Nicole’s voice faded into the growing static.

I keep detailing the arms way too much help

Watched some third person RE7 gameplay to see the funny animations, talked with @canelablutegel about it a bit and joked about a headless Ethan AU before she told me to turn it into a Lord Ethan AU so uh here we are

It's just a dumb doodle, definitely won't be writing anything for this considering that Mold Ethan already lives rent free in my head but I might draw shit for this AU later ghhhh

Idea behind his design was that he's trying too hard to cling to his humanity and ended up becoming too human in the process. Hands represent humanity and trying to grasp that humanity (as hands are one thing that sets us as humans apart from other organisms), the hand mutations are where Ethan got his shit fucked up in RE7 (not counting the leg since that can be avoided)

Hi chat the mental sickness is taking a toll on me anyway here are the unholy trio of my fanfics, maybe I'll color this later who knows

Alright guys, you might've noticed some dead space shit being posted on here lately. That's because dead space has become my new brain rot. Fear not, however; this will not be affecting anything regarding The Hartig Net's updates, as I already have like a years worth of shit written for The Hartig Net so I have time to burn out the brainrot. Anyway, thought y'all would enjoy a status update and some assurance that I'm not abandoning The Hartig Net, so booyah peace

Extra version of the Chapter 3 art with just Mia

HELLO CHAT SOME MORE DOODLES ok bye again