The night is illuminated by a Blood Moon, bathing the city in a deep red. There is no wind. No sound other than the hooting of owls and the odd scream from far away. In other words, things are normal. Trudging through the streets is massive creature. It's stature, alongside its blood-red skin, clearly identify it as a Nightmare. It moves slowly and deliberately, dragging its huge sword behind it, and occasionally glancing around, as if waiting for something to attack. One glowing red in is visible under its otherwise featureless white mask. Its hair is coal-black and looks as if it has never been cut in this things whole, unnaturally long life. It also wears a short, ripped fur coat, although it is damaged enough to be practically useless. It stops in front of an old church. The moon is just above the spire. It looks up, staring up at the Blood Moon.
*Just gonna make sure this is still visible*
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
The night is illuminated by a Blood Moon, bathing the city in a deep red. There is no wind. No sound other than the hooting of owls and the odd scream from far away. In other words, things are normal. Trudging through the streets is massive creature. It's stature, alongside its blood-red skin, clearly identify it as a Nightmare. It moves slowly and deliberately, dragging its huge sword behind it, and occasionally glancing around, as if waiting for something to attack. One glowing red in is visible under its otherwise featureless white mask. Its hair is coal-black and looks as if it has never been cut in this things whole, unnaturally long life. It also wears a short, ripped fur coat, although it is damaged enough to be practically useless. It stops in front of an old church. The moon is just above the spire. It looks up, staring up at the Blood Moon.
There is a click as the door unlocks, and a creak as it opens a crack. A spiraling purple eye looks out.
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.
a man, his skin a patchwork of different tones and texture walks into the cafe. he wears a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and no shoes. he waves
The barista waves back. "Hey. You must be one of the spooky guys they told me about. Can I get you something?"
"spooky? I'm not spooky! gimme a doughnut"
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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...!
A strange figure wearing a facemask is wandering the town. He carries a shotgun in his right hand, whilst his left seems to be missing a few fingers
A short, emaciated man lurks in an alley nearby, rooting through a trash can. He's... not pleasant to look at. Dressed in rags and moldy cardboard, his hair is long and unkempt. Couldn't be older than 20. He doesn't seem to carry any sort of weapon.
(If the strange figure has any psychic/Nightmare abilities, then he sees immense latent potential in this walking gutter trash)
The barista waves back. "Hey. You must be one of the spooky guys they told me about. Can I get you something?"
"spooky? I'm not spooky! gimme a doughnut"
"Apologies... What kind would you like, sir?" He looks faintly concerned, but not upset.
"oh, uhhhh... chocolate please"
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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...!
A strange figure wearing a facemask is wandering the town. He carries a shotgun in his right hand, whilst his left seems to be missing a few fingers
A short, emaciated man lurks in an alley nearby, rooting through a trash can. He's... not pleasant to look at. Dressed in rags and moldy cardboard, his hair is long and unkempt. Couldn't be older than 20. He doesn't seem to carry any sort of weapon.
(If the strange figure has any psychic/Nightmare abilities, then he sees immense latent potential in this walking gutter trash)
'Hey there. I'm looking for someone. A friend. You wouldn't happen to... does the name Cato mean anything to you? I get the weirdest feeling that it does'. The guy tries an intimidating smile, but it is obscured by his mask
"Apologies... What kind would you like, sir?" He looks faintly concerned, but not upset.
"oh, uhhhh... chocolate please"
"Right-o. Coming up." He grabs a little sleeve of parchment paper with some rubber-tipped tongs and uses to paper to protect the donut from cross contamination as he removes it from the warmer. His gloved hands never come close to the food. "Cash or credit, sir?" He places the little sleeve with the donut in it into a cute paper bag with art of the beloved cat, Chunklo, on it.
"Apologies... What kind would you like, sir?" He looks faintly concerned, but not upset.
"oh, uhhhh... chocolate please"
"Right-o. Coming up." He grabs a little sleeve of parchment paper with some rubber-tipped tongs and uses to paper to protect the donut from cross contamination as he removes it from the warmer. His gloved hands never come close to the food. "Cash or credit, sir?" He places the little sleeve with the donut in it into a cute paper bag with art of the beloved cat, Chunklo, on it.
"cash" he reaches into his pocket. it looks like there's something squirming in there. moving quickly. when he removes a few dirty bills, the squirming stops
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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...!
A short, emaciated man lurks in an alley nearby, rooting through a trash can. He's... not pleasant to look at. Dressed in rags and moldy cardboard, his hair is long and unkempt. Couldn't be older than 20. He doesn't seem to carry any sort of weapon.
(If the strange figure has any psychic/Nightmare abilities, then he sees immense latent potential in this walking gutter trash)
'Hey there. I'm looking for someone. A friend. You wouldn't happen to... does the name Cato mean anything to you? I get the weirdest feeling that it does'. The guy tries an intimidating smile, but it is obscured by his mask
The haggard man looks up. "Is that supposed to be a threat or sum'n?" He holds out his arms and slowly spins around. "There are witnesses aaaaaall around you. You ain't a cop." He chuckles. "Now, for that impoliteness, I'm going to ask for some compensation before I tell you aaanything."
A short, emaciated man lurks in an alley nearby, rooting through a trash can. He's... not pleasant to look at. Dressed in rags and moldy cardboard, his hair is long and unkempt. Couldn't be older than 20. He doesn't seem to carry any sort of weapon.
(If the strange figure has any psychic/Nightmare abilities, then he sees immense latent potential in this walking gutter trash)
'Hey there. I'm looking for someone. A friend. You wouldn't happen to... does the name Cato mean anything to you? I get the weirdest feeling that it does'. The guy tries an intimidating smile, but it is obscured by his mask
The haggard man looks up. "Is that supposed to be a threat or sum'n?" He holds out his arms and slowly spins around. "There are witnesses aaaaaall around you. You ain't a cop." He chuckles. "Now, for that impoliteness, I'm going to ask for some compensation before I tell you aaanything."
'Compensation? Sure, whatever'. He throws him a Snickers bar. 'Had a friend, name was Cato. Black hair, tanned skin, he had a goatee beard. Lived in the big white house, 66 Halton Lane, the one that had the fire'
"Right-o. Coming up." He grabs a little sleeve of parchment paper with some rubber-tipped tongs and uses to paper to protect the donut from cross contamination as he removes it from the warmer. His gloved hands never come close to the food. "Cash or credit, sir?" He places the little sleeve with the donut in it into a cute paper bag with art of the beloved cat, Chunklo, on it.
"cash" he reaches into his pocket. it looks like there's something squirming in there. moving quickly. when he removes a few dirty bills, the squirming stops
The barista nods calmly. He takes two dollars and leaves the rest, along with two quarters from the register. He hands over the donut in the bag. "Thank you for your patronage. We hope to serve you again soon."
There is no 'we' in this scenario. He seems to be the only employee, and other customers are glaring at the Jigsaw Man or trying not to vomit. They don't see his patchwork skin, but his mere presence disgusts them. The barista doesn't seem phased in the slightest.
The haggard man looks up. "Is that supposed to be a threat or sum'n?" He holds out his arms and slowly spins around. "There are witnesses aaaaaall around you. You ain't a cop." He chuckles. "Now, for that impoliteness, I'm going to ask for some compensation before I tell you aaanything."
'Compensation? Sure, whatever'. He throws him a Snickers bar. 'Had a friend, name was Cato. Black hair, tanned skin, he had a goatee beard. Lived in the big white house, 66 Halton Lane, the one that had the fire'
He looks at the candy bar. "My, my, are we rude today. Yeah, I knew im'. E' thought I was someone else." He sniffs and pulls some rusted cutlery out of the trash can. "Piece-a-(GP) got what was comin' to im'. I personally used his curtains as a blanket before 'is goons came and beat the crud outta me. I would've fought back too if they hadn't been his. But soft as they were, they weren't worth having an association with a creep like that."
The haggard man looks up. "Is that supposed to be a threat or sum'n?" He holds out his arms and slowly spins around. "There are witnesses aaaaaall around you. You ain't a cop." He chuckles. "Now, for that impoliteness, I'm going to ask for some compensation before I tell you aaanything."
'Compensation? Sure, whatever'. He throws him a Snickers bar. 'Had a friend, name was Cato. Black hair, tanned skin, he had a goatee beard. Lived in the big white house, 66 Halton Lane, the one that had the fire'
He looks at the candy bar. "My, my, are we rude today. Yeah, I knew im'. E' thought I was someone else." He sniffs and pulls some rusted cutlery out of the trash can. "Piece-a-(GP) got what was comin' to im'. I personally used his curtains as a blanket before 'is goons came and beat the crud outta me. I would've fought back too if they hadn't been his. But soft as they were, they weren't worth having an association with a creep like that."
'Good. So you don't like him either.' He clutches his head, as if it has suddenly started to ache. 'The name's Leo. He did this to me'. He shows his mangled hand up the guy. 'There's more as well, but the mask stays on.'
He looks at the candy bar. "My, my, are we rude today. Yeah, I knew im'. E' thought I was someone else." He sniffs and pulls some rusted cutlery out of the trash can. "Piece-a-(GP) got what was comin' to im'. I personally used his curtains as a blanket before 'is goons came and beat the crud outta me. I would've fought back too if they hadn't been his. But soft as they were, they weren't worth having an association with a creep like that."
'Good. So you don't like him either.' He clutches his head, as if it has suddenly started to ache. 'The name's Leo. He did this to me'. He shows his mangled hand up the guy. 'There's more as well, but the mask stays on.'
"Leo, huh? Ya' sound like you had some nice parents. Means lion, right? My friends call me Worm, because I don't just fall through the cracks: I slither." He chuckles and wipes his nose. "Ah, you're an arse. J. Cato was everyone's enemy, so long as you didn't have the cash and skin tone that he preferred. My guess is he was some kinda penny dreadful villain. Freak with a knife and a desire to use it. You ain't the worst he's done. I've had to help his victims out of his trash bags, and no one did (GP) about it. Ha ha!"
He looks at the candy bar. "My, my, are we rude today. Yeah, I knew im'. E' thought I was someone else." He sniffs and pulls some rusted cutlery out of the trash can. "Piece-a-(GP) got what was comin' to im'. I personally used his curtains as a blanket before 'is goons came and beat the crud outta me. I would've fought back too if they hadn't been his. But soft as they were, they weren't worth having an association with a creep like that."
'Good. So you don't like him either.' He clutches his head, as if it has suddenly started to ache. 'The name's Leo. He did this to me'. He shows his mangled hand up the guy. 'There's more as well, but the mask stays on.'
"Leo, huh? Ya' sound like you had some nice parents. Means lion, right? My friends call me Worm, because I don't just fall through the cracks: I slither." He chuckles and wipes his nose. "Ah, you're an arse. J. Cato was everyone's enemy, so long as you didn't have the cash and skin tone that he preferred. My guess is he was some kinda penny dreadful villain. Freak with a knife and a desire to use it. You ain't the worst he's done. I've had to help his victims out of his trash bags, and no one did (GP) about it. Ha ha!"
'Maybe not. But they ain't alive to pick up the pieces, set up a trap, and boom, checkmate. I gotta make him pay, figure out what the hell was going on there. That's what you said, nobody doing a thing about it. Guess that's my job. Not like I got much to lose. His victims, any others still alive?'
"Leo, huh? Ya' sound like you had some nice parents. Means lion, right? My friends call me Worm, because I don't just fall through the cracks: I slither." He chuckles and wipes his nose. "Ah, you're an arse. J. Cato was everyone's enemy, so long as you didn't have the cash and skin tone that he preferred. My guess is he was some kinda penny dreadful villain. Freak with a knife and a desire to use it. You ain't the worst he's done. I've had to help his victims out of his trash bags, and no one did (GP) about it. Ha ha!"
'Maybe not. But they ain't alive to pick up the pieces, set up a trap, and boom, checkmate. I gotta make him pay, figure out what the hell was going on there. That's what you said, nobody doing a thing about it. Guess that's my job. Not like I got much to lose. His victims, any others still alive?'
He holds out a surprisingly clean (but still dirty) hand. "Sorry, mate. A candy's dandy, but I'll need something real for that kind of information. Cato's made a (gp) outta this town, and I don't wanna get swatted for nothin'."
"Leo, huh? Ya' sound like you had some nice parents. Means lion, right? My friends call me Worm, because I don't just fall through the cracks: I slither." He chuckles and wipes his nose. "Ah, you're an arse. J. Cato was everyone's enemy, so long as you didn't have the cash and skin tone that he preferred. My guess is he was some kinda penny dreadful villain. Freak with a knife and a desire to use it. You ain't the worst he's done. I've had to help his victims out of his trash bags, and no one did (GP) about it. Ha ha!"
'Maybe not. But they ain't alive to pick up the pieces, set up a trap, and boom, checkmate. I gotta make him pay, figure out what the hell was going on there. That's what you said, nobody doing a thing about it. Guess that's my job. Not like I got much to lose. His victims, any others still alive?'
He holds out a surprisingly clean (but still dirty) hand. "Sorry, mate. A candy's dandy, but I'll need something real for that kind of information. Cato's made a (gp) outta this town, and I don't wanna get swatted for nothin'."
'He still here? That's interesting. I'd heard he was dead, never really quite believed it though. If you're looking for drugs, I got paracetamol but that's it. And anyway, you broke into his house. You'll be on his bad list even without speaking to me. You got nothing to lose there. And hell, even if you hadn't, something tells me he'd kill you for kicks'
He holds out a surprisingly clean (but still dirty) hand. "Sorry, mate. A candy's dandy, but I'll need something real for that kind of information. Cato's made a (gp) outta this town, and I don't wanna get swatted for nothin'."
'He still here? That's interesting. I'd heard he was dead, never really quite believed it though. If you're looking for drugs, I got paracetamol but that's it.'
"Cash, nitwit. I ain't one-a those druggies. I've seen people take all sortsa (gp)-all to ease the pain, and it turns em' into zombies 'till withdrawl hits and they shank their friends for a buck. That's how half-a Cato's 'boyfriends' got it."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
A strange figure wearing a facemask is wandering the town. He carries a shotgun in his right hand, whilst his left seems to be missing a few fingers
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
There is a click as the door unlocks, and a creak as it opens a crack. A spiraling purple eye looks out.
"Ah. You're new."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"spooky? I'm not spooky! gimme a doughnut"
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
A short, emaciated man lurks in an alley nearby, rooting through a trash can. He's... not pleasant to look at. Dressed in rags and moldy cardboard, his hair is long and unkempt. Couldn't be older than 20. He doesn't seem to carry any sort of weapon.
(If the strange figure has any psychic/Nightmare abilities, then he sees immense latent potential in this walking gutter trash)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Apologies... What kind would you like, sir?" He looks faintly concerned, but not upset.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"oh, uhhhh... chocolate please"
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
'Hey there. I'm looking for someone. A friend. You wouldn't happen to... does the name Cato mean anything to you? I get the weirdest feeling that it does'. The guy tries an intimidating smile, but it is obscured by his mask
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Right-o. Coming up." He grabs a little sleeve of parchment paper with some rubber-tipped tongs and uses to paper to protect the donut from cross contamination as he removes it from the warmer. His gloved hands never come close to the food.
"Cash or credit, sir?" He places the little sleeve with the donut in it into a cute paper bag with art of the beloved cat, Chunklo, on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"cash" he reaches into his pocket. it looks like there's something squirming in there. moving quickly. when he removes a few dirty bills, the squirming stops
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
The haggard man looks up. "Is that supposed to be a threat or sum'n?" He holds out his arms and slowly spins around. "There are witnesses aaaaaall around you. You ain't a cop." He chuckles. "Now, for that impoliteness, I'm going to ask for some compensation before I tell you aaanything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Compensation? Sure, whatever'. He throws him a Snickers bar. 'Had a friend, name was Cato. Black hair, tanned skin, he had a goatee beard. Lived in the big white house, 66 Halton Lane, the one that had the fire'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The barista nods calmly. He takes two dollars and leaves the rest, along with two quarters from the register. He hands over the donut in the bag. "Thank you for your patronage. We hope to serve you again soon."
There is no 'we' in this scenario. He seems to be the only employee, and other customers are glaring at the Jigsaw Man or trying not to vomit. They don't see his patchwork skin, but his mere presence disgusts them. The barista doesn't seem phased in the slightest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He looks at the candy bar. "My, my, are we rude today. Yeah, I knew im'. E' thought I was someone else." He sniffs and pulls some rusted cutlery out of the trash can. "Piece-a-(GP) got what was comin' to im'. I personally used his curtains as a blanket before 'is goons came and beat the crud outta me. I would've fought back too if they hadn't been his. But soft as they were, they weren't worth having an association with a creep like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Good. So you don't like him either.' He clutches his head, as if it has suddenly started to ache. 'The name's Leo. He did this to me'. He shows his mangled hand up the guy. 'There's more as well, but the mask stays on.'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Leo, huh? Ya' sound like you had some nice parents. Means lion, right? My friends call me Worm, because I don't just fall through the cracks: I slither." He chuckles and wipes his nose. "Ah, you're an arse. J. Cato was everyone's enemy, so long as you didn't have the cash and skin tone that he preferred. My guess is he was some kinda penny dreadful villain. Freak with a knife and a desire to use it. You ain't the worst he's done. I've had to help his victims out of his trash bags, and no one did (GP) about it. Ha ha!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Maybe not. But they ain't alive to pick up the pieces, set up a trap, and boom, checkmate. I gotta make him pay, figure out what the hell was going on there. That's what you said, nobody doing a thing about it. Guess that's my job. Not like I got much to lose. His victims, any others still alive?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
He holds out a surprisingly clean (but still dirty) hand. "Sorry, mate. A candy's dandy, but I'll need something real for that kind of information. Cato's made a (gp) outta this town, and I don't wanna get swatted for nothin'."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'He still here? That's interesting. I'd heard he was dead, never really quite believed it though. If you're looking for drugs, I got paracetamol but that's it. And anyway, you broke into his house. You'll be on his bad list even without speaking to me. You got nothing to lose there. And hell, even if you hadn't, something tells me he'd kill you for kicks'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Cash, nitwit. I ain't one-a those druggies. I've seen people take all sortsa (gp)-all to ease the pain, and it turns em' into zombies 'till withdrawl hits and they shank their friends for a buck. That's how half-a Cato's 'boyfriends' got it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine