A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
“It is kind of funny when people don’t know that your name is an adjective, so they say, ‘why?’” They disappear into the shadows and reappear behind Tod.
”anyways, What are you doing here? You seem like a fun person.” They disappear again, this time appearing upside down in front of them. Several yellow eyes appear in the darkness.
"A friend referred me to this job, I'm hoping I'll be a good fit for it. And... you seem pretty fun."
"Well," Jeremy smiles as he holds out his hand to shake. "Let's hope you find some experience here: You're hired."
They Shake Jeremy’s hand. Lonely’s hand feels sort of slimy.
”Yay!” Their skin and hair become distorted for a few seconds, with eyes opening up on their Hair that form into tentacles. They go back to normal.
"As for what position you're hired for, follow me. I'll make sure you don't get lost on the way to the Archives. This place can be a maze if you aren't familiar with it." He gets up from the desk, and opens the door to the main hall.
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
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A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
“It is kind of funny when people don’t know that your name is an adjective, so they say, ‘why?’” They disappear into the shadows and reappear behind Tod.
”anyways, What are you doing here? You seem like a fun person.” They disappear again, this time appearing upside down in front of them. Several yellow eyes appear in the darkness.
"A friend referred me to this job, I'm hoping I'll be a good fit for it. And... you seem pretty fun."
They smile.
”You think so? I never really had a friend.”
"I've only got a few. Just because I'm so unlucky, though." He just stands there for a sec, then asks, "Sooo, how long am I going to be in the 'shadows'? Because I kinda had a reason for coming here."
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A young man, maybe about 20-25 years old, can be seen approaching the Bureau. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands. He looks behind him, then goes inside.
A shadow in the shape of a person37 follows them inside. It disappears if they look at it directly, but through the corner of their vision, they can make out several yellow eyes staring at the back of their head.
The man keeps looking around, trying to get a good glimpse at this shadow, but can't obviously. Then he trips on his own shoelace, falling to the floor. He sighs, sneezes, and then just sits on the floor and waits for someone to come.
A tentacle comes out from behind a nearby piece of furniture. It is black and seems like its made of shadow. It attempts to grab them. Attack roll: 322726
if any of those hit, they are dragged into the shadow behind the furniture and are brought into a sort of void, that feels reminiscent of being in water. They can breathe, though. in the void is the shadow. It is hard to make out, but they seem to be about 5 feet tall, with messy hair and a turtle neck sweater with jeans. They are no longer a shadow, but more like a greyscale person.
”Hello!”
*They all hit, heh*
"Sup." He rubs his face. "Um, where am I? And who are you?" He looks at where the tentacle grabbed him, and a few suction shaped holes in his skin are seen on his left arm. The man pulls out a pack of bandaids, sticks a few on, then ends up getting a paper cut from the wrappers.
*ah.*
”you are in the shadows! And I’m Lonely. Nice to meet you.”
"Lonely is your name? Cool. I'm Tod. I think it'd be cool to have an adjective for a name."
“It is kind of funny when people don’t know that your name is an adjective, so they say, ‘why?’” They disappear into the shadows and reappear behind Tod.
”anyways, What are you doing here? You seem like a fun person.” They disappear again, this time appearing upside down in front of them. Several yellow eyes appear in the darkness.
"A friend referred me to this job, I'm hoping I'll be a good fit for it. And... you seem pretty fun."
They smile.
”You think so? I never really had a friend.”
"I've only got a few. Just because I'm so unlucky, though." He just stands there for a sec, then asks, "Sooo, how long am I going to be in the 'shadows'? Because I kinda had a reason for coming here."
“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
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They smile.
”You think so? I never really had a friend.”
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"I've only got a few. Just because I'm so unlucky, though." He just stands there for a sec, then asks, "Sooo, how long am I going to be in the 'shadows'? Because I kinda had a reason for coming here."
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“Oh, right! Sorry.” Suddenly, Lonely disappears. Tod is violently shot out of the shadow they came through.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
The woman looks back at Tod and shakes her head. "Not the craziest thing I've seen..."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”