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
A black knife, seemingly formed of coagulated blood of some sort, skitters across the floor to his feet. The red light is peeking from behind the corner.
"An apology."
He grabs the knife and starts carving away.
”you’re the creature that played the questions game with me, right?”
A black knife, seemingly formed of coagulated blood of some sort, skitters across the floor to his feet. The red light is peeking from behind the corner.
"An apology."
He grabs the knife and starts carving away.
”you’re the creature that played the questions game with me, right?”
The knife is soft, but rapidly resharpens after each cut.
"Yes."
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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 black knife, seemingly formed of coagulated blood of some sort, skitters across the floor to his feet. The red light is peeking from behind the corner.
"An apology."
He grabs the knife and starts carving away.
”you’re the creature that played the questions game with me, right?”
The knife is soft, but rapidly resharpens after each cut.
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
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
A black knife, seemingly formed of coagulated blood of some sort, skitters across the floor to his feet. The red light is peeking from behind the corner.
"An apology."
He grabs the knife and starts carving away.
”you’re the creature that played the questions game with me, right?”
The knife is soft, but rapidly resharpens after each cut.
"Yes."
“Thanks.”
He starts carving a doll.
The Blacklight silently listens for a bit.
"What do you do with the toys you make?"
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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 black knife, seemingly formed of coagulated blood of some sort, skitters across the floor to his feet. The red light is peeking from behind the corner.
"An apology."
He grabs the knife and starts carving away.
”you’re the creature that played the questions game with me, right?”
The knife is soft, but rapidly resharpens after each cut.
"Yes."
“Thanks.”
He starts carving a doll.
The Blacklight silently listens for a bit.
"What do you do with the toys you make?"
“I used to sell them. Now I just keep them until the staff takes them away,”
“I used to sell them. Now I just keep them until the staff takes them away,”
Silence for another couple minutes.
"That's sad."
“But at least it means I have a reason to make new ones, which means I can get better.”
"...Your talents are wasted on those wooden blocks. They are too low of a quality. I've met artists before, and they all need a canvas. You are as brilliant as they come, and you need material of equal quality."
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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.
“I used to sell them. Now I just keep them until the staff takes them away,”
Silence for another couple minutes.
"That's sad."
“But at least it means I have a reason to make new ones, which means I can get better.”
"...Your talents are wasted on those wooden blocks. They are too low of a quality. I've met artists before, and they all need a canvas. You are as brilliant as they come, and you need material of equal quality."
“Heh, thanks. But where would I find stuff like that? Certainly not here.”
"...Your talents are wasted on those wooden blocks. They are too low of a quality. I've met artists before, and they all need a canvas. You are as brilliant as they come, and you need material of equal quality."
“Heh, thanks. But where would I find stuff like that? Certainly not here.”
There is suddenly the sound of rending flesh and something thick dripping to the floor. A tar-like substance flows around the corner. With a growl of pain and exertion and some popping, sucking, and ripping noises, an oversized skeletal arm is tossed to the floor. It is coated in black gore, but underneath is beautiful, silvery bone.
"You are a cunning artisan. Work with that."
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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.
He cleans the bone with the knife and starts carving, smiling. He works like a master, carefully and precisely chipping away at the bone into the delicate shapes of arms and legs, a head, and a body.
He cleans the bone with the knife and starts carving, smiling. He works like a master, carefully and precisely chipping away at the bone into the delicate shapes of arms and legs, a head, and a body.
”thank you. I can do so much more with this…”
"My lover was a musician. I know how restless men get when they can't live up to the potential they know they have. Take my flesh as well. Use my claws as needles and hair as thread, and make the doll some fine clothes."
The rest of the arm, now boneless, is tossed over to Rudolph, along with a fistful of hair. The flesh is black inside and out, and the furred skin slides off with ease.
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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.
He cleans the bone with the knife and starts carving, smiling. He works like a master, carefully and precisely chipping away at the bone into the delicate shapes of arms and legs, a head, and a body.
”thank you. I can do so much more with this…”
"My lover was a musician. I know how restless men get when they can't live up to the potential they know they have. Take my flesh as well. Use my claws as needles and hair as thread, and make the doll some fine clothes."
The rest of the arm, now boneless, is tossed over to Rudolph, along with a fistful of hair. The flesh is black inside and out, and the furred skin slides off with ease.
“Is this lover gone? You referred to them in the past tense.”
After he finishes the basic shape of the doll and assembles it, he starts weaving it clothes. It’s a sort of magician’s outfit, with a top hat and a wand made from a part of a claw. The boy works efficiently and swiftly, only taking him a few minutes to weave the clothes. He starts adding details to the clothes.
He cleans the bone with the knife and starts carving, smiling. He works like a master, carefully and precisely chipping away at the bone into the delicate shapes of arms and legs, a head, and a body.
”thank you. I can do so much more with this…”
"My lover was a musician. I know how restless men get when they can't live up to the potential they know they have. Take my flesh as well. Use my claws as needles and hair as thread, and make the doll some fine clothes."
The rest of the arm, now boneless, is tossed over to Rudolph, along with a fistful of hair. The flesh is black inside and out, and the furred skin slides off with ease.
“Is this lover gone? You referred to them in the past tense.”
After he finishes the basic shape of the doll and assembles it, he starts weaving it clothes. It’s a sort of magician’s outfit, with a top hat and a wand made from a part of a claw. The boy works efficiently and swiftly, only taking him a few minutes to weave the clothes. He starts adding details to the clothes.
"I don't know. I think he called for me, but Mezzoni won't let me go to see for certain. Henryk..." He seems lost in thought. "...do you hear my prayers? I've waited so long... Where was I?"
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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.
The kid knocks on his door
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
He grabs the knife and starts carving away.
”you’re the creature that played the questions game with me, right?”
He opens the door.
”hello?”
The knife is soft, but rapidly resharpens after each cut.
"Yes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Thanks.”
He starts carving a doll.
"hi"
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
“How are ya doing?”
"I don't know"
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 Blacklight silently listens for a bit.
"What do you do with the toys you make?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I used to sell them. Now I just keep them until the staff takes them away,”
Silence for another couple minutes.
"That's sad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“But at least it means I have a reason to make new ones, which means I can get better.”
"...Your talents are wasted on those wooden blocks. They are too low of a quality. I've met artists before, and they all need a canvas. You are as brilliant as they come, and you need material of equal quality."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Heh, thanks. But where would I find stuff like that? Certainly not here.”
There is suddenly the sound of rending flesh and something thick dripping to the floor. A tar-like substance flows around the corner. With a growl of pain and exertion and some popping, sucking, and ripping noises, an oversized skeletal arm is tossed to the floor. It is coated in black gore, but underneath is beautiful, silvery bone.
"You are a cunning artisan. Work with that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He cleans the bone with the knife and starts carving, smiling. He works like a master, carefully and precisely chipping away at the bone into the delicate shapes of arms and legs, a head, and a body.
”thank you. I can do so much more with this…”
"My lover was a musician. I know how restless men get when they can't live up to the potential they know they have. Take my flesh as well. Use my claws as needles and hair as thread, and make the doll some fine clothes."
The rest of the arm, now boneless, is tossed over to Rudolph, along with a fistful of hair. The flesh is black inside and out, and the furred skin slides off with ease.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Is this lover gone? You referred to them in the past tense.”
After he finishes the basic shape of the doll and assembles it, he starts weaving it clothes. It’s a sort of magician’s outfit, with a top hat and a wand made from a part of a claw. The boy works efficiently and swiftly, only taking him a few minutes to weave the clothes. He starts adding details to the clothes.
"I don't know. I think he called for me, but Mezzoni won't let me go to see for certain. Henryk..." He seems lost in thought. "...do you hear my prayers? I've waited so long... Where was I?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Henryk? Why wouldn’t Mezzoni let you see them?”