The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
“Oh, impressive! I wasn’t aware you could read. Tell me, my dear… was it you who vandalized this part of my territory?”
in an instant, though it is utterly silent, and almost undetectable, Charlie can feel that the mother suddenly got a whole lot closer. Where it is, he isn’t sure.
“Of course I can read. I just make sure not to do it in public. I have an image to keep up, you know?” He looks at the spray can in his hand and then at the fresh paint glistening on the wall. “Er… no. I think I saw the vandal go that way though. You should probably go and stop him, the rascal. Can’t have that sort in our town, now can we?”
“Oh, you are right, of course… dirty roaches, invading upon the hunting grounds of others and showing not a modicum of respect… do you know what I do to people like that?”
”See, people are too hung up on respect nowadays.” He scratches his chin, “Give them 20 bucks or…?”
The mother of puppets has awoken from their recent hibernation, after their string of murders. It sits on the edge of Red Wednesday bridge, in it’s human disguise, smoking a cigarette.
She hears a hissing sound. Like compressed gas compressed inside a tight space being released. It is coming from under the bridge, or maybe on the other side.
*Hey Arch! It’s been a minute.*
*hi Dark! Yeah, I’ve been busy managing camp Half-Blood for a while.*
they frown, and silently drop off the bridge, their disguise falling as their monstrous, giant form folds into existence, grabbing onto the underside of the bridge with long, slender, chitinous appendages.
perception: 17
*Sorry, I got distracted by some music.* You notice strange graffiti has been branded on the underside of the bridge. Bubble-lettered swoops and whorls. Lightning bolts and toothy grins and bleeding blades and black pumping hearts and skittering spiders. The vandalism stretches across the underside of the bridge in a stream of spray paint that disappears around the edge of the other side of the bridge. Two legs in torn jeans and skidded up boots can be seen on the other side.
The Mother skitters close, towards the person. It stays under the bridge, just out of view of the light.
”helloooooo~” it sings in a gentle voice, creeping closer and closer on the underside of the bridge.
Charlie stops spraying and shakes the can. “Hello to you too.” You can see his car parked not too far away. “You a troll under this bridge? Be careful, I might be a billy goat gruff.”
“Oh, impressive! I wasn’t aware you could read. Tell me, my dear… was it you who vandalized this part of my territory?”
in an instant, though it is utterly silent, and almost undetectable, Charlie can feel that the mother suddenly got a whole lot closer. Where it is, he isn’t sure.
“Of course I can read. I just make sure not to do it in public. I have an image to keep up, you know?” He looks at the spray can in his hand and then at the fresh paint glistening on the wall. “Er… no. I think I saw the vandal go that way though. You should probably go and stop him, the rascal. Can’t have that sort in our town, now can we?”
“Oh, you are right, of course… dirty roaches, invading upon the hunting grounds of others and showing not a modicum of respect… do you know what I do to people like that?”
”See, people are too hung up on respect nowadays.” He scratches his chin, “Give them 20 bucks or…?”
“I ensnare them within my web, make them dance for me, and then throw them to the rivers below. If they’re lucky.” Charlie can feel their hot breath against his neck.
”See, people are too hung up on respect nowadays.” He scratches his chin, “Give them 20 bucks or…?”
“I ensnare them within my web, make them dance for me, and then throw them to the rivers below. If they’re lucky.” Charlie can feel their hot breath against his neck.
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Hopefully.
”See, people are too hung up on respect nowadays.” He scratches his chin, “Give them 20 bucks or…?”
“I ensnare them within my web, make them dance for me, and then throw them to the rivers below. If they’re lucky.” Charlie can feel their hot breath against his neck.
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
The being teleports by Charlie under the bridge. The being looks below and throws something. It looks like a picture of a group of teens.
The Mother of puppets, a monstrous, chitinous creature balancing atop several slender, long spider limbs, with a humanoid upper half wrapped mostly in cobwebs and cloth, wearing a vest and smoking a cigarette, shifts in it’s place as one of it’s eyes focuses on The Being.
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
“Do such things concern you? What should be the most pressing matter on your mind is whether or not I am going to kill you. I am really considering it, for the simple fact you have vandalized one of my favorite hunting spots within my domain… then again, Amatarou had wished for the kill himself…”
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
“Do such things concern you? What should be the most pressing matter on your mind is whether or not I am going to kill you. I am really considering it, for the simple fact you have vandalized one of my favorite hunting spots within my domain… then again, Amatarou had wished for the kill himself…”
"I like to get a good understanding of my assailants. So why do you really hate me? Do you fear creativity? Or honesty? And I do think Amatarou would be more than disappointed if you killed me yourself. I hear that he can be real nasty despite all the cozy cats and tea." More painted roaches are born.
The being teleports 7 adults including 6 police officers down below.
The mother senses the adults and slinks into the shadows, undetectable. The Being is the only one who notices the hateful glare of the Mother of Puppets, staring directly at it with six of it’s eight eyes.
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
“Do such things concern you? What should be the most pressing matter on your mind is whether or not I am going to kill you. I am really considering it, for the simple fact you have vandalized one of my favorite hunting spots within my domain… then again, Amatarou had wished for the kill himself…”
"I like to get a good understanding of my assailants. So why do you really hate me? Do you fear creativity? Or honesty? And I do think Amatarou would be more than disappointed if you killed me yourself. I hear that he can be real nasty despite all the cozy cats and tea."
”I despise you because you are disruptive, disrespectful, dreadfully annoying, and you are driving away customers from my businesses…”
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
“Do such things concern you? What should be the most pressing matter on your mind is whether or not I am going to kill you. I am really considering it, for the simple fact you have vandalized one of my favorite hunting spots within my domain… then again, Amatarou had wished for the kill himself…”
"I like to get a good understanding of my assailants. So why do you really hate me? Do you fear creativity? Or honesty? And I do think Amatarou would be more than disappointed if you killed me yourself. I hear that he can be real nasty despite all the cozy cats and tea."
”I despise you because you are disruptive, disrespectful, dreadfully annoying, and you are driving away customers from my businesses…”
He nods, "Fair. I didn't realize you ran a business. What is it? Please don't sue for damages." You realize his cockroaches look like they are surrounding and eating a spider.
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Right?
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
“Do such things concern you? What should be the most pressing matter on your mind is whether or not I am going to kill you. I am really considering it, for the simple fact you have vandalized one of my favorite hunting spots within my domain… then again, Amatarou had wished for the kill himself…”
"I like to get a good understanding of my assailants. So why do you really hate me? Do you fear creativity? Or honesty? And I do think Amatarou would be more than disappointed if you killed me yourself. I hear that he can be real nasty despite all the cozy cats and tea."
”I despise you because you are disruptive, disrespectful, dreadfully annoying, and you are driving away customers from my businesses…”
He nods, "Fair. I didn't realize you ran a business. What is it? Please don't sue for damages." You realize his cockroaches look like they are surrounding and eating a spider.
“Well, isn’t that lovely… I own a casino a bit aways… that building to the surrounding streets and this bridge make up my domain.”
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”See, people are too hung up on respect nowadays.” He scratches his chin, “Give them 20 bucks or…?”
“I ensnare them within my web, make them dance for me, and then throw them to the rivers below. If they’re lucky.” Charlie can feel their hot breath against his neck.
He stares up into the sky thinking that he might have picked the wrong bridge to vandalize. No, he may get terribly hurt, but angering one of the stuck-up overlords around here has to be worth it. Hopefully.
"And what if they ain't lucky?"
It chuckles. “Then they spend the rest of their short, miserable lives wishing I drowned them instead.”
The being teleports by Charlie under the bridge. The being looks below and throws something. It looks like a picture of a group of teens.
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"Dang." He shakes the can and sprays another cockroach onto the bridge, "That's real mean. And you would really do that to someone for being a little different? Or is it more than that?"
The Mother of puppets, a monstrous, chitinous creature balancing atop several slender, long spider limbs, with a humanoid upper half wrapped mostly in cobwebs and cloth, wearing a vest and smoking a cigarette, shifts in it’s place as one of it’s eyes focuses on The Being.
”well, well, well, what do we have here?”
He picks up the picture and looks at it. "This your friend group or something?"
The being teleports 7 adults including 6 police officers down below.
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The being takes off it's featureless mask revealing a gnarled face. The being smiles in a way like it knows something bad about to happen.
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“Do such things concern you? What should be the most pressing matter on your mind is whether or not I am going to kill you. I am really considering it, for the simple fact you have vandalized one of my favorite hunting spots within my domain… then again, Amatarou had wished for the kill himself…”
"I like to get a good understanding of my assailants. So why do you really hate me? Do you fear creativity? Or honesty? And I do think Amatarou would be more than disappointed if you killed me yourself. I hear that he can be real nasty despite all the cozy cats and tea." More painted roaches are born.
The being puts a finger by it's mouth and then puts back on it's featureless mask.
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The mother senses the adults and slinks into the shadows, undetectable. The Being is the only one who notices the hateful glare of the Mother of Puppets, staring directly at it with six of it’s eight eyes.
A car crash happens on top of the bridge flinging all 4 cars off the edge.
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”I despise you because you are disruptive, disrespectful, dreadfully annoying, and you are driving away customers from my businesses…”
The being grabs something from one of the cars from the crash. It looks like a family painting including 2 of the teens from the photo.
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He nods, "Fair. I didn't realize you ran a business. What is it? Please don't sue for damages." You realize his cockroaches look like they are surrounding and eating a spider.
*gtg for a bit*
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“Well, isn’t that lovely… I own a casino a bit aways… that building to the surrounding streets and this bridge make up my domain.”