Worm sneaks up behind them. "They're looking for you, I think."
'Who are? The enemy? How did you find this out, are you safe?'
He hops up on a trash can and crouches atop it. "The Cato (gp)ers are more active than usual. And no, of course not. Well, not safe for me. I'm safe enough for you."
Worm sneaks up behind them. "They're looking for you, I think."
'Who are? The enemy? How did you find this out, are you safe?'
He hops up on a trash can and crouches atop it. "The Cato (gp)ers are more active than usual. And no, of course not. Well, not safe for me. I'm safe enough for you."
'Cato? Again? Can't catch a break. At least you got away. You're good at that, Wormy'
He hops up on a trash can and crouches atop it. "The Cato (gp)ers are more active than usual. And no, of course not. Well, not safe for me. I'm safe enough for you."
'Cato? Again? Can't catch a break. At least you got away. You're good at that, Wormy'
"Not a trap devised that could catch me!" He laughs. He pulls something from his pocket. A pistol. "I don't think it's loaded. I want you to have it."
He hops up on a trash can and crouches atop it. "The Cato (gp)ers are more active than usual. And no, of course not. Well, not safe for me. I'm safe enough for you."
'Cato? Again? Can't catch a break. At least you got away. You're good at that, Wormy'
"Not a trap devised that could catch me!" He laughs. He pulls something from his pocket. A pistol. "I don't think it's loaded. I want you to have it."
"NEO losers. Finally snagged one from the pile. Filed off the serial numbers myself." He holds it out to the Slink.
'Nice one. Wonder if they've gotten it into their little heads that we're not Nightmares yet. I mean, do I look like one?'
"The camera doesn't do ye justice, big man. You're too squiggly!" He laughs deeply.
'Yeah. And you're not too far behind, you know. In a couple years time, when I'm gone, maybe you'll be the town cryptid, the monster under the Red Wednesday bridge'
"The camera doesn't do ye justice, big man. You're too squiggly!" He laughs deeply.
'Yeah. And you're not too far behind, you know. In a couple years time, when I'm gone, maybe you'll be the town cryptid, the monster under the Red Wednesday bridge'
"Wouldn't mind it. Y'know, if I were a cryptid...!" He stands up. "News guys would line up to get an interview! Tourist attractions! Big money! And mystery and big money might get me a girl! I'll be a rich, famous man- er, monster!" He struts around as if he were modeling for a fashion show.
"The camera doesn't do ye justice, big man. You're too squiggly!" He laughs deeply.
'Yeah. And you're not too far behind, you know. In a couple years time, when I'm gone, maybe you'll be the town cryptid, the monster under the Red Wednesday bridge'
"Wouldn't mind it. Y'know, if I were a cryptid...!" He stands up. "News guys would line up to get an interview! Tourist attractions! Big money! And mystery and big money might get me a girl! I'll be a rich, famous man- er, monster!" He struts around as if he were modeling for a fashion show.
'Hah, sure you would. You'd do a better job of it than I ever did. Though publicity doesn't do our kind too many favours, unless you want to end up on a NEO slab'
"Wouldn't mind it. Y'know, if I were a cryptid...!" He stands up. "News guys would line up to get an interview! Tourist attractions! Big money! And mystery and big money might get me a girl! I'll be a rich, famous man- er, monster!" He struts around as if he were modeling for a fashion show.
'Hah, sure you would. You'd do a better job of it than I ever did. Though publicity doesn't do our kind too many favours, unless you want to end up on a NEO slab'
He crouches back down, grumbling and hanging his head. "NEO ain't (gp)... Scare em' off if I tried... my turf... they're just guests..."
"Wouldn't mind it. Y'know, if I were a cryptid...!" He stands up. "News guys would line up to get an interview! Tourist attractions! Big money! And mystery and big money might get me a girl! I'll be a rich, famous man- er, monster!" He struts around as if he were modeling for a fashion show.
'Hah, sure you would. You'd do a better job of it than I ever did. Though publicity doesn't do our kind too many favours, unless you want to end up on a NEO slab'
He crouches back down, grumbling and hanging his head. "NEO ain't (gp)... Scare em' off if I tried... my turf... they're just guests..."
'Yeah, true. If I was NEO, I'd be scared of you. Anyways, they haven't come looking for the hideout yet, maybe they've got bigger fish to fry'
Among the renovations that have been made, they converted Chunklo's Cat Cafe into a... well, a normal cafe, with doughnuts and coffee as the primary offerings. Manning the shop, which is now sadly devoid of cats and boba, is a thin young man appointed by the town.
He looks tired. Overwhelmingly, crushingly tired. He has a dark purple spiral for his left pupil, due to a stylized glass eye, and he wears heavy eye shadow. He has a surgical mask like Amatarou did, but he's nothing like the Nightmare King was. In fact, he doesn't seem to be a Nightmare at all, just an unhealthy-looking human.
After hours, not long after the sign has spun from OPEN to CLOSED, you hear a clanging in the alley outside. One of the garbage bins has been turned over and its guts have been spewed across the pavement.
GONNA GO VAMPIRE ON THOSE BATS! STRIKE OUT THE UMPIRE JUST LIKE THAT! FEED THE OLD EMPIRE TO THE RATS!
Roadkill Charlie stands in the parking lot of the old playground. The one with the rusty play equipment that sprawled out like a giant's ribcage. The sort that was built back when fun rather than safety was the primary objective. The windows of his six four impala are down and blasting music as he lights a trash can on fire.
Elsewhere... (a new character)
Something is breathing heavily in a bathroom stall of the new mall.
Among the renovations that have been made, they converted Chunklo's Cat Cafe into a... well, a normal cafe, with doughnuts and coffee as the primary offerings. Manning the shop, which is now sadly devoid of cats and boba, is a thin young man appointed by the town.
He looks tired. Overwhelmingly, crushingly tired. He has a dark purple spiral for his left pupil, due to a stylized glass eye, and he wears heavy eye shadow. He has a surgical mask like Amatarou did, but he's nothing like the Nightmare King was. In fact, he doesn't seem to be a Nightmare at all, just an unhealthy-looking human.
After hours, not long after the sign has spun from OPEN to CLOSED, you hear a clanging in the alley outside. One of the garbage bins has been turned over and its guts have been spewed across the pavement.
The barista opens the back door, hands gloved and an empty trash bag at the ready to pick up garbage. Without any worry, he walks out into the semi-darkness.
The Jigsaw Man's skinsuit is beggining to fray. pieces are coming off. he stalks the dim streets, scalpel and scissors in his pockets, skinsuit peeling
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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 /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Among the renovations that have been made, they converted Chunklo's Cat Cafe into a... well, a normal cafe, with doughnuts and coffee as the primary offerings. Manning the shop, which is now sadly devoid of cats and boba, is a thin young man appointed by the town.
He looks tired. Overwhelmingly, crushingly tired. He has a dark purple spiral for his left pupil, due to a stylized glass eye, and he wears heavy eye shadow. He has a surgical mask like Amatarou did, but he's nothing like the Nightmare King was. In fact, he doesn't seem to be a Nightmare at all, just an unhealthy-looking human.
After hours, not long after the sign has spun from OPEN to CLOSED, you hear a clanging in the alley outside. One of the garbage bins has been turned over and its guts have been spewed across the pavement.
The barista opens the back door, hands gloved and an empty trash bag at the ready to pick up garbage. Without any worry, he walks out into the semi-darkness.
It takes a second to spot it, but a black shape lays sprawled out in the mess. The thing is humanoid in figure but flung on the dirt as if it had suffered a great fall. It's breathing heavily and you can see it shiver and tremble. It wheezes in a broken voice, "A-amatorou? You-you aren't... Amatorou..."
The barista opens the back door, hands gloved and an empty trash bag at the ready to pick up garbage. Without any worry, he walks out into the semi-darkness.
It takes a second to spot it, but a black shape lays sprawled out in the mess. The thing is humanoid in figure but flung on the dirt as if it had suffered a great fall. It's breathing heavily and you can see it shiver and tremble. It wheezes in a broken voice, "A-amatorou? You-you aren't... Amatorou..."
"I'm sorry, he's not here." The one-eyed man tucks the bag into his belt and begins to assess the figure's injuries. "Are you a Nightmare or a human?" He doesn't seem to be even slightly bothered by the creature.
River is in the cat cafe, sipping coffee like an Englishman would drink tea. He appears troubled, absentmindedly petting two or three of the cats around the couch he rests upon
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
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He hops up on a trash can and crouches atop it. "The Cato (gp)ers are more active than usual. And no, of course not. Well, not safe for me. I'm safe enough for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Cato? Again? Can't catch a break. At least you got away. You're good at that, Wormy'
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"Not a trap devised that could catch me!" He laughs. He pulls something from his pocket. A pistol. "I don't think it's loaded. I want you to have it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Where you get that from?'
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"NEO losers. Finally snagged one from the pile. Filed off the serial numbers myself." He holds it out to the Slink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Nice one. Wonder if they've gotten it into their little heads that we're not Nightmares yet. I mean, do I look like one?'
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"The camera doesn't do ye justice, big man. You're too squiggly!" He laughs deeply.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Yeah. And you're not too far behind, you know. In a couple years time, when I'm gone, maybe you'll be the town cryptid, the monster under the Red Wednesday bridge'
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"Wouldn't mind it. Y'know, if I were a cryptid...!" He stands up. "News guys would line up to get an interview! Tourist attractions! Big money! And mystery and big money might get me a girl! I'll be a rich, famous man- er, monster!" He struts around as if he were modeling for a fashion show.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Hah, sure you would. You'd do a better job of it than I ever did. Though publicity doesn't do our kind too many favours, unless you want to end up on a NEO slab'
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He crouches back down, grumbling and hanging his head. "NEO ain't (gp)... Scare em' off if I tried... my turf... they're just guests..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Yeah, true. If I was NEO, I'd be scared of you. Anyways, they haven't come looking for the hideout yet, maybe they've got bigger fish to fry'
*gtg*
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"Maybe... but if there is, we should thank God it ain't affecting us."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
After hours, not long after the sign has spun from OPEN to CLOSED, you hear a clanging in the alley outside. One of the garbage bins has been turned over and its guts have been spewed across the pavement.
GONNA GO VAMPIRE ON THOSE BATS! STRIKE OUT THE UMPIRE JUST LIKE THAT! FEED THE OLD EMPIRE TO THE RATS!
Roadkill Charlie stands in the parking lot of the old playground. The one with the rusty play equipment that sprawled out like a giant's ribcage. The sort that was built back when fun rather than safety was the primary objective. The windows of his six four impala are down and blasting music as he lights a trash can on fire.
Elsewhere... (a new character)
Something is breathing heavily in a bathroom stall of the new mall.
The barista opens the back door, hands gloved and an empty trash bag at the ready to pick up garbage. Without any worry, he walks out into the semi-darkness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The Jigsaw Man's skinsuit is beggining to fray. pieces are coming off. he stalks the dim streets, scalpel and scissors in his pockets, skinsuit peeling
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
It takes a second to spot it, but a black shape lays sprawled out in the mess. The thing is humanoid in figure but flung on the dirt as if it had suffered a great fall. It's breathing heavily and you can see it shiver and tremble. It wheezes in a broken voice, "A-amatorou? You-you aren't... Amatorou..."
"I'm sorry, he's not here." The one-eyed man tucks the bag into his belt and begins to assess the figure's injuries. "Are you a Nightmare or a human?" He doesn't seem to be even slightly bothered by the creature.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
River is in the cat cafe, sipping coffee like an Englishman would drink tea. He appears troubled, absentmindedly petting two or three of the cats around the couch he rests upon
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox