"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
“I don’t know how anyone but my father died. They say He died in a house fire a few months before I was born.”
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The red light takes a step forward. The end of a bony snout can be seen as long, black claws wrap around the corner and scratch right through the wallpaper. Blacklight could probably get around the corner in a single step, given its size.
"I asked why you wanted to be a toymaker." It speaks with incredible glee. "One step back. Ask me a question now!" It seems almost giddy.
Escape is a step away. Teetering on the precipice.
“I already told you! That’s not fair!”
"You agreed to my terms when you joined the game, pureblood! Ask your question or forfeit!" It laughs.
“Fine. I’ve already asked you who and what you are, so when are you?” *that is not a typo*
"I am in the present. My past is rarely relevant, and my future is something I cannot predict. Bah, this game isn't fun anymore. What color is the sky, and what is your most prized possession?"
“Blue, i think, and the first puppet I ever made. Don’t know where it is now, though. Lost it somewhere.”
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
“I don’t know how anyone but my father died. They say He died in a house fire a few months before I was born.”
He eases up a little, "I'm sorry." He glances at the walls and looks a little confused, "I'm sorry if this is an odd question... but how deep is this cave?"
"I am in the present. My past is rarely relevant, and my future is something I cannot predict. Bah, this game isn't fun anymore. What color is the sky, and what is your most prized possession?"
“Blue, i think, and the first puppet I ever made. Don’t know where it is now, though. Lost it somewhere.”
"It's probably in the basement. They have everything there. It is currently night, meaning the sky is clear, and you do not currently possess that puppet. Nevertheless, you answered every question I asked to the best of your knowledge and ability. You may leave. But first, one last question: why did you agree to the game? You clearly aren't afraid of me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
“I don’t know how anyone but my father died. They say He died in a house fire a few months before I was born.”
He eases up a little, "I'm sorry." He glances at the walls and looks a little confused, "I'm sorry if this is an odd question... but how deep is this cave?"
"I am in the present. My past is rarely relevant, and my future is something I cannot predict. Bah, this game isn't fun anymore. What color is the sky, and what is your most prized possession?"
“Blue, i think, and the first puppet I ever made. Don’t know where it is now, though. Lost it somewhere.”
"It's probably in the basement. They have everything there. It is currently night, meaning the sky is clear, and you do not currently possess that puppet. Nevertheless, you answered every question I asked to the best of your knowledge and ability. You may leave. But first, one last question: why did you agree to the game? You clearly aren't afraid of me."
“Mostly afraid that you would try and kill me or something if I refused. I have a question for you, what was the point of the game? Was it just for fun?”
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
“I don’t know how anyone but my father died. They say He died in a house fire a few months before I was born.”
He eases up a little, "I'm sorry." He glances at the walls and looks a little confused, "I'm sorry if this is an odd question... but how deep is this cave?"
“What cave?”
"...The-the one we're all trapped in." It is hard to make out his expressions underneath all the coal dust but you can easily tell he is worried.
"...Yes. My father, my uncle, my brothers, my cousins, my friends, myself... all buried together. Sometimes I wonder if we bury our dead so we don't have to hear their voices."
“Well, that might explain why I can hear them, then,”
He stops as if just thinking of something, "Why weren't your dead buried?"
“Nobody ever found them, i think.”
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking... how'd they die?"
“I don’t know how anyone but my father died. They say He died in a house fire a few months before I was born.”
He eases up a little, "I'm sorry." He glances at the walls and looks a little confused, "I'm sorry if this is an odd question... but how deep is this cave?"
“What cave?”
"...The-the one we're all trapped in." It is hard to make out his expressions underneath all the coal dust but you can easily tell he is worried.
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
"It's probably in the basement. They have everything there. It is currently night, meaning the sky is clear, and you do not currently possess that puppet. Nevertheless, you answered every question I asked to the best of your knowledge and ability. You may leave. But first, one last question: why did you agree to the game? You clearly aren't afraid of me."
“Mostly afraid that you would try and kill me or something if I refused. I have a question for you, what was the point of the game? Was it just for fun?”
"Mostly. I wanted to get to know you better. You're less curious than I thought you would be. You could've asked any question you wanted, and you ran out after two. I'm not disappointed in you, just myself. Another question: did you know that your average mortal has about an entire nugget of gold in them? It's really impressive."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"It's probably in the basement. They have everything there. It is currently night, meaning the sky is clear, and you do not currently possess that puppet. Nevertheless, you answered every question I asked to the best of your knowledge and ability. You may leave. But first, one last question: why did you agree to the game? You clearly aren't afraid of me."
“Mostly afraid that you would try and kill me or something if I refused. I have a question for you, what was the point of the game? Was it just for fun?”
"Mostly. I wanted to get to know you better. You're less curious than I thought you would be. You could've asked any question you wanted, and you ran out after two. I'm not disappointed in you, just myself. Another question: did you know that your average mortal has about an entire nugget of gold in them? It's really impressive."
“I did not. And what would’ve you wanted me to ask?”
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
It seems to be a golden sun. Your approach catches the attention of the miner who looks up at you with a sunken gaze, "Another one? I'm sorry."
“I don’t know how anyone but my father died. They say He died in a house fire a few months before I was born.”
A kid is wandering the halls. They're around 16 or 17 with chin length black hair that's purple at the tips and yellow catlike eyes. They're wearing a black sweater with a skull on it, black sweatpants, and boots. metal claws cover the fingers of their left hand. The pocket of their sweater has a slight bulge as if something is inside.
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“Blue, i think, and the first puppet I ever made. Don’t know where it is now, though. Lost it somewhere.”
He eases up a little, "I'm sorry." He glances at the walls and looks a little confused, "I'm sorry if this is an odd question... but how deep is this cave?"
Okay this is getting weird imma make another character so I can rp with the rest of you.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"It's probably in the basement. They have everything there. It is currently night, meaning the sky is clear, and you do not currently possess that puppet. Nevertheless, you answered every question I asked to the best of your knowledge and ability. You may leave. But first, one last question: why did you agree to the game? You clearly aren't afraid of me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“What cave?”
“Mostly afraid that you would try and kill me or something if I refused. I have a question for you, what was the point of the game? Was it just for fun?”
(anyone want to rp?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"...The-the one we're all trapped in." It is hard to make out his expressions underneath all the coal dust but you can easily tell he is worried.
“Wait, this is a cave?”
An MTF has sep up a base of operations in a storage closet.
You come across a soot stained miner sitting in a dark corner. He is turning something shiny over in his hands. He has not noticed you.
A boy opens the door, apparently to grab something
"Mostly. I wanted to get to know you better. You're less curious than I thought you would be. You could've asked any question you wanted, and you ran out after two. I'm not disappointed in you, just myself. Another question: did you know that your average mortal has about an entire nugget of gold in them? It's really impressive."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His shoulders sag and a weary sigh escapes his lips, "Yes... at least I thought so."
they approach him and try to see what he's holding
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Three men swivel around immediately, raising their weapons at him.
“I did not. And what would’ve you wanted me to ask?”
It seems to be a golden sun. Your approach catches the attention of the miner who looks up at you with a sunken gaze, "Another one? I'm sorry."