The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
“Well, darling, I’m not trying particularly hard to conceal my presence.” It says, getting closer.
He stops walking, wondering if they will stop when he does, "I suppose that is true, but it was be easier if we just walked together."
They do. “I’d rather not. If you had forgot, I am a many-legged monstrosity that’s larger than a Truck. I prefer to stay hidden when not disguised.”
He chuckles, going back to walking towards the edge of the bridge, "Suppose I'll come to you then." He steps off the side, letting himself fall.
The mother catches him in a net of webbing, delicately bringing him to the underside of the bridge. It specifically does nothing to entrap him within it. Yet.
”and so we meet again. Lovely weather, isn’t it?” The mother’s humanoid upper half leans in, smiling.
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
'Sure, I'll take a drink. And who are you?'
“who, me? I’m just a little birdie. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic, dear? We have whiskey, champagne, sprite, spiders, coke, Pepsi, et cetera, et cetera.”
“Well, darling, I’m not trying particularly hard to conceal my presence.” It says, getting closer.
He stops walking, wondering if they will stop when he does, "I suppose that is true, but it was be easier if we just walked together."
They do. “I’d rather not. If you had forgot, I am a many-legged monstrosity that’s larger than a Truck. I prefer to stay hidden when not disguised.”
He chuckles, going back to walking towards the edge of the bridge, "Suppose I'll come to you then." He steps off the side, letting himself fall.
The mother catches him in a net of webbing, delicately bringing him to the underside of the bridge. It specifically does nothing to entrap him within it. Yet.
”and so we meet again. Lovely weather, isn’t it?” The mother’s humanoid upper half leans in, smiling.
He smiles back at them with his rows of human teeth, happy he see them again, if for the fact they are interesting if not anything else "I would say so, though I've noticed a few people have seemingly 'fallen' off the bridge, they must have slipped."
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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 mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
'Sure, I'll take a drink. And who are you?'
“who, me? I’m just a little birdie. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic, dear? We have whiskey, champagne, sprite, spiders, coke, Pepsi, et cetera, et cetera.”
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
BURN THE STARS INTO BLEEDING HEARTS! TELL ME WHEN THE GAME STARTS!
A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
15
STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
THE ITTY BITTY SPIDER CRAWLED UP THE WATERSPOUT!
14
The Mother nearly manages to stop the car dead in its tracks, but it just barely manages to slip away. The Mother leaps atop the moving vehicle instead.
THE RAIN CAME DOWN AND BEAT THAT SPIDER OUT!
The explodes off the other side of the bridge. The car seems to pulse under your feet with the rhythm of the engine and the pounding of the bass as it streaks along the road. You hear Charlie scream, "No hitchhikers!" and you see his blazing eyes looking at you from the side view mirror.
“Well, darling, I’m not trying particularly hard to conceal my presence.” It says, getting closer.
He stops walking, wondering if they will stop when he does, "I suppose that is true, but it was be easier if we just walked together."
They do. “I’d rather not. If you had forgot, I am a many-legged monstrosity that’s larger than a Truck. I prefer to stay hidden when not disguised.”
He chuckles, going back to walking towards the edge of the bridge, "Suppose I'll come to you then." He steps off the side, letting himself fall.
The mother catches him in a net of webbing, delicately bringing him to the underside of the bridge. It specifically does nothing to entrap him within it. Yet.
”and so we meet again. Lovely weather, isn’t it?” The mother’s humanoid upper half leans in, smiling.
He smiles back at them with his rows of human teeth, happy he see them again, if for the fact they are interesting if not anything else "I would say so, though I've noticed a few people have seemingly 'fallen' off the bridge, they must have slipped."
“Oh, yes… what unfortunate accidents. Drunk driving, I believe…“ it chuckles. “this town is simply full of drunkards.”
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
'Sure, I'll take a drink. And who are you?'
“who, me? I’m just a little birdie. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic, dear? We have whiskey, champagne, sprite, spiders, coke, Pepsi, et cetera, et cetera.”
'Spiders?'
“Spiders it is then!” It says with glee, producing a glass and a teapot. Pouring the teapots content into the glass, the Slink see’s… spiders. Live spiders being poured out of the teapot.
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
'Sure, I'll take a drink. And who are you?'
“who, me? I’m just a little birdie. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic, dear? We have whiskey, champagne, sprite, spiders, coke, Pepsi, et cetera, et cetera.”
'Spiders?'
“Spiders it is then!” It says with glee, producing a glass and a teapot. Pouring the teapots content into the glass, the Slink see’s… spiders. Live spiders being poured out of the teapot.
'No, no. I don't want spiders! I was just asking!'
“Oh, yes… what unfortunate accidents. Drunk driving, I believe…“ it chuckles. “this town is simply full of drunkards.”
"Unfortunate for them, you think they would learn when they hear the screams." He laughs, sitting against a ledge, letting his chained legs swing "Why did you visit before? If I may know."
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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 mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
BURN THE STARS INTO BLEEDING HEARTS! TELL ME WHEN THE GAME STARTS!
A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
15
STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
THE ITTY BITTY SPIDER CRAWLED UP THE WATERSPOUT!
14
The Mother nearly manages to stop the car dead in its tracks, but it just barely manages to slip away. The Mother leaps atop the moving vehicle instead.
THE RAIN CAME DOWN AND BEAT THAT SPIDER OUT!
The explodes off the other side of the bridge. The car seems to pulse under your feet with the rhythm of the engine and the pounding of the bass as it streaks along the road. You hear Charlie scream, "No hitchhikers!" and you see his blazing eyes looking at you from the side view mirror.
The Mother’s humanoid upper half leans down, looking upside down through the car door window, waving at Charlie. They seem not at all frightened, as if they weren’t speeding a hundred miles down the road.
“Oh, yes… what unfortunate accidents. Drunk driving, I believe…“ it chuckles. “this town is simply full of drunkards.”
"Unfortunate for them, you think they would learn when they hear the screams." He laughs, sitting against a ledge, letting his chained legs swing "Why did you visit before? If I may know."
“i call it curiosity and friendliness, I simply looooooove to meet new people… and you were a powerful nightmare in your own right, I am one of the only nightmare lords in the area, I thought it would be fitting if we got to know each other…”
The mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
The Slink is not far away, heading to his den near the bridge
The slink hears the tap-tap-tapping of the mother following him. When he turns around, it’s not there. Occasionally, the noise stops, then randomly starts up again. It’s getting closer, and louder. There realistically isn’t anywhere for the mother to hide, considering it’s size, but it still does.
'I can see you there.' He grips hold of his wooden crucifix
“Oh, that is soooo cute!” It giggles, suddenly breathing down his neck. “Do you think that’ll help you much?”
'Go away from me, demon!'
“Demon?! My, my, how rude of you! I mean, you’re right, but it still hurts! Worry not, if I were going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
'So, what do you want with me?'
”oh, darling… nothing. I simply want to get to know you. Do you want a drink?”
'Sure, I'll take a drink. And who are you?'
“who, me? I’m just a little birdie. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic, dear? We have whiskey, champagne, sprite, spiders, coke, Pepsi, et cetera, et cetera.”
'Spiders?'
“Spiders it is then!” It says with glee, producing a glass and a teapot. Pouring the teapots content into the glass, the Slink see’s… spiders. Live spiders being poured out of the teapot.
'No, no. I don't want spiders! I was just asking!'
“Bah, fine!“ it throws the teapot away, producing another, spider free glass.
“Oh, yes… what unfortunate accidents. Drunk driving, I believe…“ it chuckles. “this town is simply full of drunkards.”
"Unfortunate for them, you think they would learn when they hear the screams." He laughs, sitting against a ledge, letting his chained legs swing "Why did you visit before? If I may know."
“i call it curiosity and friendliness, I simply looooooove to meet new people… and you were a powerful nightmare in your own right, I am one of the only nightmare lords in the area, I thought it would be fitting if we got to know each other…”
"Ah yes, a meet cute, if that's what its called in this case." He cackles like a mad man, likely because he is one, "Visit any time you like, and you don't have to hide yourself there. You look normal inside."
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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 mother of puppets has been lurking beneath red Wednesday bridge, a perfect hunting spot of theirs. The top of it is lined with thin webbings, that will not only allow the Mother to sense passing cars but also to stop them in their tracks if it so wished, giving them enough time for the mother to strike.
BURN THE STARS INTO BLEEDING HEARTS! TELL ME WHEN THE GAME STARTS!
A dust cloud can be seen farther down the road. Then the rocketing impala is shooting towards the bridge, its pounding engine sounds like a monstrous heartbeat. And then the bridge is quaking under the reckless roar of the car as it blasts over the top.
The Mother of Puppets, supernaturally fast, lunges from below the bridge in an attempt to literally catch the car with its many limbs. (We could roll if you wish, or if you have a preferred outcome, we could go with that.)
*How about we roll a contested strength check. If you succeed, you're able to stop the car. If I succeed, the car is still moving but you are now ontop of it. Does that sound good?*
15
STAND AWAY FROM THE STAGE'S EDGE! THE FANS DON'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES!
The head lights flash on and the webs caught in their rays begin to smolder.
THE ITTY BITTY SPIDER CRAWLED UP THE WATERSPOUT!
14
The Mother nearly manages to stop the car dead in its tracks, but it just barely manages to slip away. The Mother leaps atop the moving vehicle instead.
THE RAIN CAME DOWN AND BEAT THAT SPIDER OUT!
The explodes off the other side of the bridge. The car seems to pulse under your feet with the rhythm of the engine and the pounding of the bass as it streaks along the road. You hear Charlie scream, "No hitchhikers!" and you see his blazing eyes looking at you from the side view mirror.
The Mother’s humanoid upper half leans down, looking upside down through the car door window, waving at Charlie. They seem not at all frightened, as if they weren’t speeding a hundred miles down the road.
”Why Helloooooooo there. Charlie, correct?”
"You got that right! Let me guess, you're Charlotte A. Cavatica? What does my web say?" *Charlotte's Web reference.* He laughs and you see the red little dial of the speedometer crawl up past 150 MPH.
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.)
'Sure, I'll take a drink. And who are you?'
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"Yeah, but I was able to stop them, it was a whole thing."
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.)
'Sure. How do you stop aliens?'
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The mother catches him in a net of webbing, delicately bringing him to the underside of the bridge. It specifically does nothing to entrap him within it. Yet.
”and so we meet again. Lovely weather, isn’t it?” The mother’s humanoid upper half leans in, smiling.
“who, me? I’m just a little birdie. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic, dear? We have whiskey, champagne, sprite, spiders, coke, Pepsi, et cetera, et cetera.”
He smiles back at them with his rows of human teeth, happy he see them again, if for the fact they are interesting if not anything else "I would say so, though I've noticed a few people have seemingly 'fallen' off the bridge, they must have slipped."
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.)
'Spiders?'
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THE RAIN CAME DOWN AND BEAT THAT SPIDER OUT!
The explodes off the other side of the bridge. The car seems to pulse under your feet with the rhythm of the engine and the pounding of the bass as it streaks along the road. You hear Charlie scream, "No hitchhikers!" and you see his blazing eyes looking at you from the side view mirror.
“Oh, yes… what unfortunate accidents. Drunk driving, I believe…“ it chuckles. “this town is simply full of drunkards.”
“Spiders it is then!” It says with glee, producing a glass and a teapot. Pouring the teapots content into the glass, the Slink see’s… spiders. Live spiders being poured out of the teapot.
He takes off one of his gloves, revealing a metal hand made of some kind of technology "With these."
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, no. I don't want spiders! I was just asking!'
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"Unfortunate for them, you think they would learn when they hear the screams." He laughs, sitting against a ledge, letting his chained legs swing "Why did you visit before? If I may know."
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.)
The Mother’s humanoid upper half leans down, looking upside down through the car door window, waving at Charlie. They seem not at all frightened, as if they weren’t speeding a hundred miles down the road.
”Why Helloooooooo there. Charlie, correct?”
“i call it curiosity and friendliness, I simply looooooove to meet new people… and you were a powerful nightmare in your own right, I am one of the only nightmare lords in the area, I thought it would be fitting if we got to know each other…”
“Bah, fine!“ it throws the teapot away, producing another, spider free glass.
"Ah yes, a meet cute, if that's what its called in this case." He cackles like a mad man, likely because he is one, "Visit any time you like, and you don't have to hide yourself there. You look normal inside."
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.)
*quote chain cut for Archfey*
'Thanks. So, what d'ya wanna know?'
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"You got that right! Let me guess, you're Charlotte A. Cavatica? What does my web say?" *Charlotte's Web reference.* He laughs and you see the red little dial of the speedometer crawl up past 150 MPH.