Traitor looks back over to the boy. "How do I make it stop?"
"Unfortunately, you can't. Just got to face the facts." He gestures to the walls of the basement "I did."
She looks over at the walls he gestured to. "How... how long have you been here?"
He shrugs "No idea... Uhhhh there was a sapling outside the house.. how big is it now?"
"...Well, has this house always been in the middle of a forest? Because I think there was a lot more than one tree outside- and a lot of them were full grown."
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
Traitor looks back over to the boy. "How do I make it stop?"
"Unfortunately, you can't. Just got to face the facts." He gestures to the walls of the basement "I did."
She looks over at the walls he gestured to. "How... how long have you been here?"
He shrugs "No idea... Uhhhh there was a sapling outside the house.. how big is it now?"
"...Well, has this house always been in the middle of a forest? Because I think there was a lot more than one tree outside- and a lot of them were full grown."
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
She follows him up the stairs. "...What happened here? Houses don't normally torture their inhabitants with visions."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Traitor looks back over to the boy. "How do I make it stop?"
"Unfortunately, you can't. Just got to face the facts." He gestures to the walls of the basement "I did."
She looks over at the walls he gestured to. "How... how long have you been here?"
He shrugs "No idea... Uhhhh there was a sapling outside the house.. how big is it now?"
"...Well, has this house always been in the middle of a forest? Because I think there was a lot more than one tree outside- and a lot of them were full grown."
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
She follows him up the stairs. "...What happened here? Houses don't normally torture their inhabitants with visions."
"This one does for some reason." He says "It does it to me."
Traitor looks back over to the boy. "How do I make it stop?"
"Unfortunately, you can't. Just got to face the facts." He gestures to the walls of the basement "I did."
She looks over at the walls he gestured to. "How... how long have you been here?"
He shrugs "No idea... Uhhhh there was a sapling outside the house.. how big is it now?"
"...Well, has this house always been in the middle of a forest? Because I think there was a lot more than one tree outside- and a lot of them were full grown."
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
She follows him up the stairs. "...What happened here? Houses don't normally torture their inhabitants with visions."
"This one does for some reason." He says "It does it to me."
"This place... it almost reminds me of another home I've seen. Though, it was odd in other ways."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It's not me... Well kinda.. it's the house actually." He shrugs, walking past him.
He sighs, tears dipping to the floor “Fine. It doesn’t matter, my family’s better off without me anyway. Happier without me in it.”
"Are you sure about that?" He asked, tilting his head "I don't think so personally but my opinion doesn't matter."
He looks up “What do you think! You don’t know my family! You don’t know what we had to struggle through for years!” He says angrily.
"Yes I do. That's the whole point of this stupid house." He kicks one of the walls.
“Then leave you son of a [gp]! Solve your problems the hard way! Like I did!” He slams a fist against one of the walls.
"I CAN'T! I'VE TRIED EACH AND EVERY WAY TO LEAVE THIS PLACE!!" He yells back and slams the door to the bedroom shut.
He just stops, reminding him of the tantrums his son has, having to calm him down. He sits down on the couch, looking to the ground, crying silently.
The door doesn't open for awhile, it's quiet.. too quiet
He looks to the TV, wondering when the static turned off.
After a moment, he ears what sounds like crackling fire coming from the basement. The house is getting progressively hotter by the moment.
He picks up his armor, beginning to sweat from the heat, but not anything too much just yet, he knows putting on the armor would be a death sentence considering how hot it’s getting this fast. He heads towards the door.
Traitor looks back over to the boy. "How do I make it stop?"
"Unfortunately, you can't. Just got to face the facts." He gestures to the walls of the basement "I did."
She looks over at the walls he gestured to. "How... how long have you been here?"
He shrugs "No idea... Uhhhh there was a sapling outside the house.. how big is it now?"
"...Well, has this house always been in the middle of a forest? Because I think there was a lot more than one tree outside- and a lot of them were full grown."
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
She follows him up the stairs. "...What happened here? Houses don't normally torture their inhabitants with visions."
"This one does for some reason." He says "It does it to me."
"This place... it almost reminds me of another home I've seen. Though, it was odd in other ways."
Traitor looks back over to the boy. "How do I make it stop?"
"Unfortunately, you can't. Just got to face the facts." He gestures to the walls of the basement "I did."
She looks over at the walls he gestured to. "How... how long have you been here?"
He shrugs "No idea... Uhhhh there was a sapling outside the house.. how big is it now?"
"...Well, has this house always been in the middle of a forest? Because I think there was a lot more than one tree outside- and a lot of them were full grown."
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
She follows him up the stairs. "...What happened here? Houses don't normally torture their inhabitants with visions."
"This one does for some reason." He says "It does it to me."
"This place... it almost reminds me of another home I've seen. Though, it was odd in other ways."
"Huh, maybe there is more.'
"More of what?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Does anyone else want to rp? Possibly even Wendigo? Just with different characters as well as the current rp?*
*Sure, sounds fun!*
Traitor is skulking about the wilderness around the Inn.
KK is chilling at the Inn, calm music faintly emanating from their being as they work on some sketches of designs for... something.
They hear the sound of heavy footsteps followed by the consistent sounds of crunching bone, someone else is nearby, although they don’t sense any breathing.
Rowan is playing in the Inn, trying to keep himself from putting on the mask, not playing as well as he would with it on, making consistent mistakes.
*Does anyone else want to rp? Possibly even Wendigo? Just with different characters as well as the current rp?*
*Sure, sounds fun!*
Traitor is skulking about the wilderness around the Inn.
KK is chilling at the Inn, calm music faintly emanating from their being as they work on some sketches of designs for... something.
They hear the sound of heavy footsteps followed by the consistent sounds of crunching bone, someone else is nearby, although they don’t sense any breathing.
Rowan is playing in the Inn, trying to keep himself from putting on the mask, not playing as well as he would with it on, making consistent mistakes.
She follows the sound, turning invisible as she stealthily approaches.
KK hears him playing, and sometimes when he goes for a few seconds without making an error, she faintly hums to the song- a tinny sound with the occasional crackle of static.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Sure! With which characters?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The door doesn't open for awhile, it's quiet.. too quiet
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
".... A couple hundred years then." He says, walking up the stairs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He looks to the TV, wondering when the static turned off.
She follows him up the stairs. "...What happened here? Houses don't normally torture their inhabitants with visions."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
After a moment, he ears what sounds like crackling fire coming from the basement. The house is getting progressively hotter by the moment.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"This one does for some reason." He says "It does it to me."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"This place... it almost reminds me of another home I've seen. Though, it was odd in other ways."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He picks up his armor, beginning to sweat from the heat, but not anything too much just yet, he knows putting on the armor would be a death sentence considering how hot it’s getting this fast. He heads towards the door.
"Huh, maybe there is more.'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Does anyone else want to rp? Possibly even Wendigo? Just with different characters as well as the current rp?*
"More of what?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hello, skringle skrongle my beloved.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure, sounds fun!*
Traitor is skulking about the wilderness around the Inn.
KK is chilling at the Inn, calm music faintly emanating from their being as they work on some sketches of designs for... something.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Bello dearest, what wouldst thou like today?*
They hear the sound of heavy footsteps followed by the consistent sounds of crunching bone, someone else is nearby, although they don’t sense any breathing.
Rowan is playing in the Inn, trying to keep himself from putting on the mask, not playing as well as he would with it on, making consistent mistakes.
*Ello, i am alive again*
She follows the sound, turning invisible as she stealthily approaches.
KK hears him playing, and sometimes when he goes for a few seconds without making an error, she faintly hums to the song- a tinny sound with the occasional crackle of static.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm not sure. I've decided against Denji or Shredder, but otherwise I've got nothing. Maybe Plague Doctor.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
like denji from chainsaw man?
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