'Is that meant to be a hint or something? Now I'm dying to check this bar out. Hopefully not literally'
“Yeah… kinda. If you could, that’d be great. It’s been driving away some customers.”
'I'll make sure to do so. What stories have you heard about this place? Things that go bump in the night, swarms of critters, feral cannibal men, angels, dimension-hoppers?'
He shivers.
”spiders.”
'Spiders, ah. Neither here nor there. I can deal with those, no problem. Never mind the ghost busters, here comes Iago the spider buster!'
'Is that meant to be a hint or something? Now I'm dying to check this bar out. Hopefully not literally'
“Yeah… kinda. If you could, that’d be great. It’s been driving away some customers.”
'I'll make sure to do so. What stories have you heard about this place? Things that go bump in the night, swarms of critters, feral cannibal men, angels, dimension-hoppers?'
He shivers.
”spiders.”
'Spiders, ah. Neither here nor there. I can deal with those, no problem. Never mind the ghost busters, here comes Iago the spider buster!'
'Is that meant to be a hint or something? Now I'm dying to check this bar out. Hopefully not literally'
“Yeah… kinda. If you could, that’d be great. It’s been driving away some customers.”
'I'll make sure to do so. What stories have you heard about this place? Things that go bump in the night, swarms of critters, feral cannibal men, angels, dimension-hoppers?'
He shivers.
”spiders.”
'Spiders, ah. Neither here nor there. I can deal with those, no problem. Never mind the ghost busters, here comes Iago the spider buster!'
He looks back to Iago.
”don’t die. That’d be horrible for business.”
'Oh, don't worry, I won't. If I made a regular habit of dying, well, I wouldn't be here now, would I?'
'Is that meant to be a hint or something? Now I'm dying to check this bar out. Hopefully not literally'
“Yeah… kinda. If you could, that’d be great. It’s been driving away some customers.”
'I'll make sure to do so. What stories have you heard about this place? Things that go bump in the night, swarms of critters, feral cannibal men, angels, dimension-hoppers?'
He shivers.
”spiders.”
'Spiders, ah. Neither here nor there. I can deal with those, no problem. Never mind the ghost busters, here comes Iago the spider buster!'
He looks back to Iago.
”don’t die. That’d be horrible for business.”
'Oh, don't worry, I won't. If I made a regular habit of dying, well, I wouldn't be here now, would I?'
He laughs. “Alright, off you go then, I need to wake up the rest of these people,” he says, gesturing to the four people, still unconscious from drinking so much.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
'Spiders, ah. Neither here nor there. I can deal with those, no problem. Never mind the ghost busters, here comes Iago the spider buster!'
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He looks back to Iago.
”don’t die. That’d be horrible for business.”
As I go in my room I reveal my true form. In a instant, my shadow grabs me and I transform.
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'Oh, don't worry, I won't. If I made a regular habit of dying, well, I wouldn't be here now, would I?'
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He laughs. “Alright, off you go then, I need to wake up the rest of these people,” he says, gesturing to the four people, still unconscious from drinking so much.
Iago leaves to go the bar next door. He looks conspicuously out-of-place with his huge hazmat suit, but that doesn't bother him. He opens the door and peers into the darkness beyond
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He finds a rundown, dusty bar with broken tables and chairs, and a full stock of drinks. Most surfaces are choked with cobwebs, and there are quite a few spiders everywhere, as well as a couple of rats. At the back, stairs lead up to a second floor.
the floorboards creak loudly, and seem rather unstable.
I enter the bar as a nightmare.
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Bill Cipher Cult
Iago grimaces at the sight of the mess and the rats, thankful for his hazmat suit. He puts down a couple of poison bait traps, in case that might catch some tarantulas. To distract himself from his disgust, he reaches for his phone, and before long, 'Feeling Good by Muse' is blasting into his earbuds. Perfection.
He pulls up one of the floorboards and looks below
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*We still have hope*
*I like nightmares. They look tasty*
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The underside is also covered in cobwebs. All he sees is darkness. Flashlight? Darkness.
he hears something coming from upstairs. Scuttling. Then footsteps. Then scuttling. Then footsteps.
How much dark energy do they have? If it’s below 9, Jared doesn’t notice anything off, possibly just seeing Alex.
'Who's there?' Iago reaches for his gun, ready to fire.
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*Boosting up, since it was ignored* never mind.
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Jared can see me than. I prefer to keep stuff like that to myself, but I will tell something like this if I need to.
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*So about the six goatman in the area... how do I find them? :3*
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The door slams shut. A record player suddenly jumps to life. It sings an old tune, seemingly from some musical.. Then a voice, coming from upstairs, starts singing with it. Singing in a melodic voice, echoing when it shouldn’t echo, almost… out of touch with reality.
”now, Billy Flynn and the Press conference rag! Notice how his mouth never moves, almost! Where’d ya come from? Mississippi! And your parents? Very wealthy! Where are they now? Six feet under! But she was granted one more start! The convent of the sacred heaaaaaart-“
Jared sees the nightmare, and immediately yelps, grabbing an empty bottle of beer and preparing to throw it.
*Okay time to whip up a fluffy eldritch cryptid*
Sig but long ^w^
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💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Seriously... as a mixed race gay furry I need to find them! They literally throw r@c!$t$ off buildings!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.