The glass of the window suddenly cracks extremely loudly, though it stays in its frame. Boudin takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Thank you for your offer. Excuse me..." He walks away hurriedly.
"Some library in the woods. It was a church at some point, but now there's a ton of books from all sorts of religions there. I didn't recognize most of em'."
'Library in the woods? I'd like to see that very much. This could be useful, very dangerous, or both'
"I assure you, it's both."
'What vibes were these symbols giving you? You haven't invited anything too nasty here, to scare off the Nightmares, have ya?'
'What vibes were these symbols giving you? You haven't invited anything too nasty here, to scare off the Nightmares, have ya?'
"These are like, celestial symbols. Channel a tiny amount of presence from heaven. A Nightmare of Tomatoes could get in here if it tried hard enough, but nothing's gonna locate us with this signature."
'What vibes were these symbols giving you? You haven't invited anything too nasty here, to scare off the Nightmares, have ya?'
"These are like, celestial symbols. Channel a tiny amount of presence from heaven. A Nightmare of Tomatoes could get in here if it tried hard enough, but nothing's gonna locate us with this signature."
'Ok, perfect A nightmare of tomatoes, that would be sight to see. Guess there must be a fair few food-based nightmares. The Pineapple Pizza Nightmare, the Anchovy Nightmare, the Broccoli Nightmare. Might be fun to meet some of those'
The man with the camera and the instrument case is approaching the Red Wednesday Bridge.
The demon's shadow follows from a distance.
The Slink is in the pipe under the bridge, talking to the rubber duck
Boudin enters the pipe and approaches the Slink. He doesn't appear to be armed, but he is carrying a flashlight that could theoretically be used as one in a desperate situation. Feast doesn't seem to know what to make of him. The man named after a sausage is silent, eerily so.
The man with the camera and the instrument case is approaching the Red Wednesday Bridge.
The demon's shadow follows from a distance.
The Slink is in the pipe under the bridge, talking to the rubber duck
Boudin enters the pipe and approaches the Slink. He doesn't appear to be armed, but he is carrying a flashlight that could theoretically be used as one in a desperate situation. Feast doesn't seem to know what to make of him. The man named after a sausage is silent, eerily so.
'Who's there? What d'ya want?' His voice echoes eerily off the walls
Boudin enters the pipe and approaches the Slink. He doesn't appear to be armed, but he is carrying a flashlight that could theoretically be used as one in a desperate situation. Feast doesn't seem to know what to make of him. The man named after a sausage is silent, eerily so.
'Who's there? What d'ya want?'
"What do you know about Ozzy Snare?" There isn't a hint of urgency or hostility in his voice. You'd think he was talking to a good friend about the weather. He turns off his flashlight and hangs it from his belt.
Boudin enters the pipe and approaches the Slink. He doesn't appear to be armed, but he is carrying a flashlight that could theoretically be used as one in a desperate situation. Feast doesn't seem to know what to make of him. The man named after a sausage is silent, eerily so.
'Who's there? What d'ya want?'
"What do you know about Ozzy Snare?" There isn't a hint of urgency or hostility in his voice. You'd think he was talking to a good friend about the weather. He turns off his flashlight and hangs it from his belt.
'Kid was treated like trash by his parents. I got him out of there. No, I didn't eat him'
"What do you know about Ozzy Snare?" There isn't a hint of urgency or hostility in his voice. You'd think he was talking to a good friend about the weather. He turns off his flashlight and hangs it from his belt.
'Kid was treated like trash by his parents. I got him out of there. No, I didn't eat him'
"I'm guessing the authorities came to a similar conclusion... but the mayor didn't." He pulls a lollipop out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. "Want one? I used to do crack, but my boss got me off of it. Real miracle worker. Now I just make cannabis candy and no one cares."
"What do you know about Ozzy Snare?" There isn't a hint of urgency or hostility in his voice. You'd think he was talking to a good friend about the weather. He turns off his flashlight and hangs it from his belt.
'Kid was treated like trash by his parents. I got him out of there. No, I didn't eat him'
"I'm guessing the authorities came to a similar conclusion... but the mayor didn't." He pulls a lollipop out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. "Want one? I used to do crack, but my boss got me off of it. Real miracle worker. Now I just make cannabis candy and no one cares."
'Thanks but I'll pass. Authorities gave up after a while, but yeah, everyone says I killed him. Even sent a couple cops down here, they found nothing. You've met the mayor?'
"I'm guessing the authorities came to a similar conclusion... but the mayor didn't." He pulls a lollipop out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. "Want one? I used to do crack, but my boss got me off of it. Real miracle worker. Now I just make cannabis candy and no one cares."
'Thanks but I'll pass. Authorities gave up after a while, but yeah, everyone says I killed him. Even sent a couple cops down here, they found nothing. You've met the mayor?'
"Yes-sir-ee. Had a nightmare in his pocket. And every other word he said was a lie. Very emotionally convincing, but only ankle deep if you pay attention. Wanna get a picture together?" He pulls out his camera.
"I'm guessing the authorities came to a similar conclusion... but the mayor didn't." He pulls a lollipop out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. "Want one? I used to do crack, but my boss got me off of it. Real miracle worker. Now I just make cannabis candy and no one cares."
'Thanks but I'll pass. Authorities gave up after a while, but yeah, everyone says I killed him. Even sent a couple cops down here, they found nothing. You've met the mayor?'
"Yes-sir-ee. Had a nightmare in his pocket. And every other word he said was a lie. Very emotionally convincing, but only ankle deep if you pay attention. Wanna get a picture together?" He pulls out his camera.
'Depends what ya plan to do with it. Glad you didn't trust they mayor, he's really a Nightmare best known as Cato. The Nightmare is in his pocket? Must be some kinda device, my bet is a phone or a tape, something able to store information'
"Yes-sir-ee. Had a nightmare in his pocket. And every other word he said was a lie. Very emotionally convincing, but only ankle deep if you pay attention. Wanna get a picture together?" He pulls out his camera.
'Depends what ya plan to do with it. Glad you didn't trust they mayor, he's really a Nightmare best known as Cato. The Nightmare is in his pocket? Must be some kinda device, my bet is a phone or a tape, something able to store information'
He whistles. "Cato, huh? That's a big one. Lots of Dark Energy there. Wonder if my boss would be interested." He shrugs. "Probably not, but there's no harm in bringing in a whopper. Might bring some novelty to his diet." He smiles warmly. "I'm not gonna use the picture for some sort of pull or to slander your image. I think people might feel safer about you if they saw you weren't so dangerous."
"Yes-sir-ee. Had a nightmare in his pocket. And every other word he said was a lie. Very emotionally convincing, but only ankle deep if you pay attention. Wanna get a picture together?" He pulls out his camera.
'Depends what ya plan to do with it. Glad you didn't trust they mayor, he's really a Nightmare best known as Cato. The Nightmare is in his pocket? Must be some kinda device, my bet is a phone or a tape, something able to store information'
He whistles. "Cato, huh? That's a big one. Lots of Dark Energy there. Wonder if my boss would be interested." He shrugs. "Probably not, but there's no harm in bringing in a whopper. Might bring some novelty to his diet." He smiles warmly. "I'm not gonna use the picture for some sort of pull or to slander your image. I think people might feel safer about you if they saw you weren't so dangerous."
He whistles. "Cato, huh? That's a big one. Lots of Dark Energy there. Wonder if my boss would be interested." He shrugs. "Probably not, but there's no harm in bringing in a whopper. Might bring some novelty to his diet." He smiles warmly. "I'm not gonna use the picture for some sort of pull or to slander your image. I think people might feel safer about you if they saw you weren't so dangerous."
'Maybe so. Who's your boss?'
"They call him The Vampire. He's a hematologist and an occultist. By an occultist, I mean he likes spooky stuff, especially magical spooky stuff. Doctor Pablo Roberts. Great guy, works miracles. He's named like three diseases, and he's one of the top guys in his field."
He whistles. "Cato, huh? That's a big one. Lots of Dark Energy there. Wonder if my boss would be interested." He shrugs. "Probably not, but there's no harm in bringing in a whopper. Might bring some novelty to his diet." He smiles warmly. "I'm not gonna use the picture for some sort of pull or to slander your image. I think people might feel safer about you if they saw you weren't so dangerous."
'Maybe so. Who's your boss?'
"They call him The Vampire. He's a hematologist and an occultist. By an occultist, I mean he likes spooky stuff, especially magical spooky stuff. Doctor Pablo Roberts. Great guy, works miracles. He's named like three diseases, and he's one of the top guys in his field."
'Sounds interesting. And he'd be interested in... eating Cato? And not me?'
"They call him The Vampire. He's a hematologist and an occultist. By an occultist, I mean he likes spooky stuff, especially magical spooky stuff. Doctor Pablo Roberts. Great guy, works miracles. He's named like three diseases, and he's one of the top guys in his field."
'Sounds interesting. And he'd be interested in... eating Cato? And not me?'
"Nah. When it comes to blood, he likes it healthy. No offense, but you don't have enough dark energy or good enough health to be on the table." He unravels his scarf, revealing two tiny, almost imperceptible scars in his neck where he had been bitten. "But he takes anyone who asks. It's a virtue of his. Doesn't matter if you were an addict going to his clinic for a fix, he'll help you out. Diet, tutoring, physical training... 'Course, that doesn't seem your style."
"They call him The Vampire. He's a hematologist and an occultist. By an occultist, I mean he likes spooky stuff, especially magical spooky stuff. Doctor Pablo Roberts. Great guy, works miracles. He's named like three diseases, and he's one of the top guys in his field."
'Sounds interesting. And he'd be interested in... eating Cato? And not me?'
"Nah. When it comes to blood, he likes it healthy. No offense, but you don't have enough dark energy or good enough health to be on the table." He unravels his scarf, revealing two tiny, almost imperceptible scars in his neck where he had been bitten. "But he takes anyone who asks. It's a virtue of his. Doesn't matter if you were an addict going to his clinic for a fix, he'll help you out. Diet, tutoring, physical training... 'Course, that doesn't seem your style."
'Quite right. I'm not worth it for a vampire, thank goodness. Is he based in this town?'
"Nah. When it comes to blood, he likes it healthy. No offense, but you don't have enough dark energy or good enough health to be on the table." He unravels his scarf, revealing two tiny, almost imperceptible scars in his neck where he had been bitten. "But he takes anyone who asks. It's a virtue of his. Doesn't matter if you were an addict going to his clinic for a fix, he'll help you out. Diet, tutoring, physical training... 'Course, that doesn't seem your style."
'Quite right. I'm not worth it for a vampire, thank goodness. Is he based in this town?'
"Oh, no, he's not. He would have come here himself if he was close. He lives in Dallas. Good money there, you know?"
'What vibes were these symbols giving you? You haven't invited anything too nasty here, to scare off the Nightmares, have ya?'
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"These are like, celestial symbols. Channel a tiny amount of presence from heaven. A Nightmare of Tomatoes could get in here if it tried hard enough, but nothing's gonna locate us with this signature."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ok, perfect A nightmare of tomatoes, that would be sight to see. Guess there must be a fair few food-based nightmares. The Pineapple Pizza Nightmare, the Anchovy Nightmare, the Broccoli Nightmare. Might be fun to meet some of those'
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The man with the camera and the instrument case is approaching the Red Wednesday Bridge.
The demon's shadow follows from a distance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Slink is in the pipe under the bridge, talking to the rubber duck
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Boudin enters the pipe and approaches the Slink. He doesn't appear to be armed, but he is carrying a flashlight that could theoretically be used as one in a desperate situation. Feast doesn't seem to know what to make of him. The man named after a sausage is silent, eerily so.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Who's there? What d'ya want?' His voice echoes eerily off the walls
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"What do you know about Ozzy Snare?" There isn't a hint of urgency or hostility in his voice. You'd think he was talking to a good friend about the weather. He turns off his flashlight and hangs it from his belt.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Kid was treated like trash by his parents. I got him out of there. No, I didn't eat him'
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"I'm guessing the authorities came to a similar conclusion... but the mayor didn't." He pulls a lollipop out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. "Want one? I used to do crack, but my boss got me off of it. Real miracle worker. Now I just make cannabis candy and no one cares."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Thanks but I'll pass. Authorities gave up after a while, but yeah, everyone says I killed him. Even sent a couple cops down here, they found nothing. You've met the mayor?'
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"Yes-sir-ee. Had a nightmare in his pocket. And every other word he said was a lie. Very emotionally convincing, but only ankle deep if you pay attention. Wanna get a picture together?" He pulls out his camera.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Depends what ya plan to do with it. Glad you didn't trust they mayor, he's really a Nightmare best known as Cato. The Nightmare is in his pocket? Must be some kinda device, my bet is a phone or a tape, something able to store information'
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He whistles. "Cato, huh? That's a big one. Lots of Dark Energy there. Wonder if my boss would be interested." He shrugs. "Probably not, but there's no harm in bringing in a whopper. Might bring some novelty to his diet." He smiles warmly. "I'm not gonna use the picture for some sort of pull or to slander your image. I think people might feel safer about you if they saw you weren't so dangerous."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Maybe so. Who's your boss?'
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"They call him The Vampire. He's a hematologist and an occultist. By an occultist, I mean he likes spooky stuff, especially magical spooky stuff. Doctor Pablo Roberts. Great guy, works miracles. He's named like three diseases, and he's one of the top guys in his field."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Sounds interesting. And he'd be interested in... eating Cato? And not me?'
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"Nah. When it comes to blood, he likes it healthy. No offense, but you don't have enough dark energy or good enough health to be on the table." He unravels his scarf, revealing two tiny, almost imperceptible scars in his neck where he had been bitten. "But he takes anyone who asks. It's a virtue of his. Doesn't matter if you were an addict going to his clinic for a fix, he'll help you out. Diet, tutoring, physical training... 'Course, that doesn't seem your style."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Quite right. I'm not worth it for a vampire, thank goodness. Is he based in this town?'
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"Oh, no, he's not. He would have come here himself if he was close. He lives in Dallas. Good money there, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels