The silhouette remains hidden, watching the child and the monster.
*Timesplitting*
Tim continues to head towards the silhouette, tightly gripping the thing in their hands, though it is impossible to see what it is. Their joints show their pulsating flesh underneath, that spiritual power coming out as well.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
"it has been a long time since I met someone I could communicate with"
They softly nod back, still looking down at their feet, their thumbs rubbing against each other.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The silhouette remains hidden, watching the child and the monster.
*Timesplitting*
Tim continues to head towards the silhouette, tightly gripping the thing in their hands, though it is impossible to see what it is. Their joints show their pulsating flesh underneath, that spiritual power coming out as well.
Soon they find themselves in the presence of a tall feminine looking marionette. Her body is all black and slightly shimmering as if made of silk, his arms and legs thin and her hands tipped with long and sharp claws. Her own porcelain mask pure white with purple tearstains running down them. The holes where the eyes are are pitch black with no visible eyes.
"It is dangerous for a child to wander the streets alone" the figure speaks out in a dual voice, one sounding like a little girl and the other a deep and ethereal tone that sounds otherworldly.
The silhouette remains hidden, watching the child and the monster.
*Timesplitting*
Tim continues to head towards the silhouette, tightly gripping the thing in their hands, though it is impossible to see what it is. Their joints show their pulsating flesh underneath, that spiritual power coming out as well.
Soon they find themselves in the presence of a tall feminine looking marionette. Her body is all black and slightly shimmering as if made of silk, his arms and legs thin and her hands tipped with long and sharp claws. Her own porcelain mask pure white with purple tearstains running down them. The holes where the eyes are are pitch black with no visible eyes.
"It is dangerous for a child to wander the streets alone" the figure speaks out in a dual voice, one sounding like a little girl and the other a deep and ethereal tone that sounds otherworldly.
They continue to look down at their feet after witnessing the creature, politely nodding, their voice as that of a child, a young boy, despite appearing to be something entirely different within "S-sorry... I'm just... so alone..." The waves of spiritual power flowing off of him are far more than anything should be giving off, even with the object they have dampening it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
"it has been a long time since I met someone I could communicate with"
They softly nod back, still looking down at their feet, their thumbs rubbing against each other.
"why are you here? your form doesn't fool me, but it will others"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
"it has been a long time since I met someone I could communicate with"
They softly nod back, still looking down at their feet, their thumbs rubbing against each other.
"why are you here? your form doesn't fool me, but it will others"
"N-not a disguise..." They say, looking up to them with the scared eyes of a child "W-what am I?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
the monster's spotlight eyes cast an eerie light on the scene. it makes a low sound, not unlike a whale.
Tim turns his head to the direction of the creature, his eyes seem to be sunken into his unnatural skull, as he begins to head towards it, replicating the sound softly, opening his mouth to reveal pulsating human flesh underneath his strange layers.
the monster acts surprised. it speaks in primordial.
"who are you?"
They are as soft spoken as they appear, saying "I...I'm Tim..." back in primordial.
"it has been a long time since I met someone I could communicate with"
They softly nod back, still looking down at their feet, their thumbs rubbing against each other.
"why are you here? your form doesn't fool me, but it will others"
"N-not a disguise..." They say, looking up to them with the scared eyes of a child "W-what am I?"
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
They continue to fidget with their thumbs, and the thing that seems to be countering the immense levels of spiritual power coming off of them. They look up to the creature in front of them "H-how can I understand you... W-wait... Am I dead?" They seem very concerned, and for a moment, the flood of power stops.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The silhouette remains hidden, watching the child and the monster.
*Timesplitting*
Tim continues to head towards the silhouette, tightly gripping the thing in their hands, though it is impossible to see what it is. Their joints show their pulsating flesh underneath, that spiritual power coming out as well.
Soon they find themselves in the presence of a tall feminine looking marionette. Her body is all black and slightly shimmering as if made of silk, his arms and legs thin and her hands tipped with long and sharp claws. Her own porcelain mask pure white with purple tearstains running down them. The holes where the eyes are are pitch black with no visible eyes.
"It is dangerous for a child to wander the streets alone" the figure speaks out in a dual voice, one sounding like a little girl and the other a deep and ethereal tone that sounds otherworldly.
They continue to look down at their feet after witnessing the creature, politely nodding, their voice as that of a child, a young boy, despite appearing to be something entirely different within "S-sorry... I'm just... so alone..." The waves of spiritual power flowing off of him are far more than anything should be giving off, even with the object they have dampening it.
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
They continue to fidget with their thumbs, and the thing that seems to be countering the immense levels of spiritual power coming off of them. They look up to the creature in front of them "H-how can I understand you... W-wait... Am I dead?" They seem very concerned, and for a moment, the flood of power stops.
"I am speaking Primordial. the language of creation. very few are left who knows how to speak it. I assumed you were one of them, but it appears not. as for your second question, yes. you are dead and have come back as a spirit. I am sorry you had to find out this way."
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
They continue to fidget with their thumbs, and the thing that seems to be countering the immense levels of spiritual power coming off of them. They look up to the creature in front of them "H-how can I understand you... W-wait... Am I dead?" They seem very concerned, and for a moment, the flood of power stops.
"I am speaking Primordial. the language of creation. very few are left who knows how to speak it. I assumed you were one of them, but it appears not. as for your second question, yes. you are dead and have come back as a spirit. I am sorry you had to find out this way."
They begin to cry softly, wiping away their tears with a cuff, finally looking at their hands, but seemingly unable to notice the flesh underneath "I... I'm dead...? I'm... a spirit...? No... b-but... no..."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
They continue to fidget with their thumbs, and the thing that seems to be countering the immense levels of spiritual power coming off of them. They look up to the creature in front of them "H-how can I understand you... W-wait... Am I dead?" They seem very concerned, and for a moment, the flood of power stops.
"I am speaking Primordial. the language of creation. very few are left who knows how to speak it. I assumed you were one of them, but it appears not. as for your second question, yes. you are dead and have come back as a spirit. I am sorry you had to find out this way."
They begin to cry softly, wiping away their tears with a cuff, finally looking at their hands, but seemingly unable to notice the flesh underneath "I... I'm dead...? I'm... a spirit...? No... b-but... no..."
"perhaps I can help you. do you remember how you came to this place?"
across the city, in the ruins of numerous factorys, there is laughter. it sounds like that of a child, but, wrong. pools of black liquid puddle on the floor of the abandoned building.
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
The figure reaches out a hand to the child, holding it out for them to hold. "Come, let us get you someplace warm and safe. There are places here where the not so normal can find shelter and food"
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
They continue to fidget with their thumbs, and the thing that seems to be countering the immense levels of spiritual power coming off of them. They look up to the creature in front of them "H-how can I understand you... W-wait... Am I dead?" They seem very concerned, and for a moment, the flood of power stops.
"I am speaking Primordial. the language of creation. very few are left who knows how to speak it. I assumed you were one of them, but it appears not. as for your second question, yes. you are dead and have come back as a spirit. I am sorry you had to find out this way."
They begin to cry softly, wiping away their tears with a cuff, finally looking at their hands, but seemingly unable to notice the flesh underneath "I... I'm dead...? I'm... a spirit...? No... b-but... no..."
"perhaps I can help you. do you remember how you came to this place?"
“I… remember my papa… and his friends… I remember… some kind of science place.” They say, trying to remember.
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
The figure reaches out a hand to the child, holding it out for them to hold. "Come, let us get you someplace warm and safe. There are places here where the not so normal can find shelter and food"
The child holds out their hand, taking theirs in a surprisingly strong grip, unnatural for their small form “T-thank you… I… don’t want to be alone…” They say, walking to stand next to them, looking up hopefully at them.
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
The figure reaches out a hand to the child, holding it out for them to hold. "Come, let us get you someplace warm and safe. There are places here where the not so normal can find shelter and food"
The child holds out their hand, taking theirs in a surprisingly strong grip, unnatural for their small form “T-thank you… I… don’t want to be alone…” They say, walking to stand next to them, looking up hopefully at them.
Despite the sharp scissor-like appearance of the clawed hand, it feels soft and warm like a plush toy. They begin walking, the Masked one leading the child as the fog seems to follow them, veiling them from sight. A gentle tune of music comes from the Masked One, often eerie and unsettling to adults but calming to the children of the city. Soon they would reach a tavern in the city, one that often serve the paranormal within the town. *I'm not fully certain of the lore of this place, but it seems to be a logical place to have in such a haunted city.*
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
The figure reaches out a hand to the child, holding it out for them to hold. "Come, let us get you someplace warm and safe. There are places here where the not so normal can find shelter and food"
The child holds out their hand, taking theirs in a surprisingly strong grip, unnatural for their small form “T-thank you… I… don’t want to be alone…” They say, walking to stand next to them, looking up hopefully at them.
Despite the sharp scissor-like appearance of the clawed hand, it feels soft and warm like a plush toy. They begin walking, the Masked one leading the child as the fog seems to follow them, veiling them from sight. A gentle tune of music comes from the Masked One, often eerie and unsettling to adults but calming to the children of the city. Soon they would reach a tavern in the city, one that often serve the paranormal within the town. *I'm not fully certain of the lore of this place, but it seems to be a logical place to have in such a haunted city.*
They look up to their new… friend possibly, caretaker maybe, whatever they are, Tim is happy to have them here to help him even the slightest bit. They can see within his hand seems to be some kind of core, the power of it dampening his own in some way he doesn’t understand, though it has some kind of value to him he does not remember.
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
The figure reaches out a hand to the child, holding it out for them to hold. "Come, let us get you someplace warm and safe. There are places here where the not so normal can find shelter and food"
The child holds out their hand, taking theirs in a surprisingly strong grip, unnatural for their small form “T-thank you… I… don’t want to be alone…” They say, walking to stand next to them, looking up hopefully at them.
Despite the sharp scissor-like appearance of the clawed hand, it feels soft and warm like a plush toy. They begin walking, the Masked one leading the child as the fog seems to follow them, veiling them from sight. A gentle tune of music comes from the Masked One, often eerie and unsettling to adults but calming to the children of the city. Soon they would reach a tavern in the city, one that often serve the paranormal within the town. *I'm not fully certain of the lore of this place, but it seems to be a logical place to have in such a haunted city.*
They look up to their new… friend possibly, caretaker maybe, whatever they are, Tim is happy to have them here to help him even the slightest bit. They can see within his hand seems to be some kind of core, the power of it dampening his own in some way he doesn’t understand, though it has some kind of value to him he does not remember.
Once in the tavern, they find a dark corner where they can eat in peace. The Masked One takes note of the core in there hands. "If I may ask, what are you holding?"
Once in the tavern, they find a dark corner where they can eat in peace. The Masked One takes note of the core in there hands. "If I may ask, what are you holding?"
They look down to their hand, seemingly not having noticed what they are holding themselves "I... don't remember... I don't remember a lot..." They say, also unaware of most of what they now are, including their strange pulsating flesh.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Timesplitting*
Tim continues to head towards the silhouette, tightly gripping the thing in their hands, though it is impossible to see what it is. Their joints show their pulsating flesh underneath, that spiritual power coming out as well.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They softly nod back, still looking down at their feet, their thumbs rubbing against each other.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Soon they find themselves in the presence of a tall feminine looking marionette. Her body is all black and slightly shimmering as if made of silk, his arms and legs thin and her hands tipped with long and sharp claws. Her own porcelain mask pure white with purple tearstains running down them. The holes where the eyes are are pitch black with no visible eyes.
"It is dangerous for a child to wander the streets alone" the figure speaks out in a dual voice, one sounding like a little girl and the other a deep and ethereal tone that sounds otherworldly.
They continue to look down at their feet after witnessing the creature, politely nodding, their voice as that of a child, a young boy, despite appearing to be something entirely different within "S-sorry... I'm just... so alone..." The waves of spiritual power flowing off of him are far more than anything should be giving off, even with the object they have dampening it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"why are you here? your form doesn't fool me, but it will others"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"N-not a disguise..." They say, looking up to them with the scared eyes of a child "W-what am I?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I am no expert. just observant. if I were to hazard a guess, you are a mortal soul. but something... extraordinary happened. perhaps something about your death, perhaps something else."
the monster picks its words carefully, not telling the child what it sees under his skin
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
They continue to fidget with their thumbs, and the thing that seems to be countering the immense levels of spiritual power coming off of them. They look up to the creature in front of them "H-how can I understand you... W-wait... Am I dead?" They seem very concerned, and for a moment, the flood of power stops.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"No apology is needed." The figure says as she takes in the power flowing from him. "You radiate a very strong energy little one. How did you arrive here"
"I am speaking Primordial. the language of creation. very few are left who knows how to speak it. I assumed you were one of them, but it appears not. as for your second question, yes. you are dead and have come back as a spirit. I am sorry you had to find out this way."
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I-I don't know... I don't remember... I'm scared..." They begin to look up to them, their eyes truly holding that fear they speak of, though the cascading power does seem to waver with his emotions.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They begin to cry softly, wiping away their tears with a cuff, finally looking at their hands, but seemingly unable to notice the flesh underneath "I... I'm dead...? I'm... a spirit...? No... b-but... no..."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"perhaps I can help you. do you remember how you came to this place?"
across the city, in the ruins of numerous factorys, there is laughter. it sounds like that of a child, but, wrong. pools of black liquid puddle on the floor of the abandoned building.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The figure reaches out a hand to the child, holding it out for them to hold. "Come, let us get you someplace warm and safe. There are places here where the not so normal can find shelter and food"
“I… remember my papa… and his friends… I remember… some kind of science place.” They say, trying to remember.
The child holds out their hand, taking theirs in a surprisingly strong grip, unnatural for their small form “T-thank you… I… don’t want to be alone…” They say, walking to stand next to them, looking up hopefully at them.
Despite the sharp scissor-like appearance of the clawed hand, it feels soft and warm like a plush toy. They begin walking, the Masked one leading the child as the fog seems to follow them, veiling them from sight. A gentle tune of music comes from the Masked One, often eerie and unsettling to adults but calming to the children of the city. Soon they would reach a tavern in the city, one that often serve the paranormal within the town. *I'm not fully certain of the lore of this place, but it seems to be a logical place to have in such a haunted city.*
They look up to their new… friend possibly, caretaker maybe, whatever they are, Tim is happy to have them here to help him even the slightest bit. They can see within his hand seems to be some kind of core, the power of it dampening his own in some way he doesn’t understand, though it has some kind of value to him he does not remember.
Once in the tavern, they find a dark corner where they can eat in peace. The Masked One takes note of the core in there hands. "If I may ask, what are you holding?"
They look down to their hand, seemingly not having noticed what they are holding themselves "I... don't remember... I don't remember a lot..." They say, also unaware of most of what they now are, including their strange pulsating flesh.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)