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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 21:39:01 GMT -8
The way she puts on a faux-surprised expression is even more heart-breaking than the shoe itself.
((You take another point of stability loss...))
Gisselle- "Hm? Oh... are you sure that's not yours? Don't worry about it Ed, come on." Is she making fun of you, just a bit? Almost looked like she was trying to hide
a chuckle behind her hand, as she pretends to go back to studying the budget.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 21:56:40 GMT -8
(Unfocused)It wasn’t real, but it hurt more than that creature’s voice. Did she think so little of me? Had I missed this part of her? I took a step towards the room as my eyes began to mist over.Edmund- You’re not real! Neither of you! Come out, Greg. I know it’s you. I’ve seen those shoes before. I don’t do tassels, they’re tacky.”
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 22:10:52 GMT -8
Gisselle makes some non-verbal sounds of protest, but doesn't even get up
from her chair. You hear rustling inside the bedroom, but no one replies.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 22:20:32 GMT -8
(Unfocused)Edmund- ”You’re going to make me do this? God maybe I should just go and leave you both to it? Should I pick up some condoms? I don’t think Tabby is ready for a half sister.” I stomped over to the bedroom and kicked the shoe toward the bed.It felt good but the sick feeling still sat in my stomach. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I wished I hadn’t changed the door, whatever had been behind it was more tolerable.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 22:34:56 GMT -8
At first glance, the thing on the bed looks like an elephant seal. Gigantic,
ashy black, lying over your unmade bed, covering it almost entirely.
It looks to you with limpid, shimmering eyes. It lets out a wail like a
demonic baby, mouth all lurid red and spiny. ((K. I. T. BABY!))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 22:41:23 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 15, 2018 0:10:59 GMT -8
(Shaken)I would have been relieved if I wasn’t so horrified.Edmund- ”WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME???GOD HELP ME! Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come thy will be done...” I scrambled backwards towards the door
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 0:24:05 GMT -8
Gisselle is too tall, towering over you, her skin gone beluga white and her neck lumpy with newly acquired vertebrae. Gisselle- "T͘h̀ere ͏ar̡e ̴fa͞k̷e͜ wall̛s ̵in ̡f̛ro͢nt̴ ̴ơf͟ re͠a̶l͢ d̷oors͟.̀ " Her voice is granular, distorted by stretching vocal cords as she goes giraffe-like.
"D̨o҉ yo̶u̵ ̸se̸e ͟w̡ha͠t'́s ͡b̶ehind t͠h͘e̕ ̷do҉o͢r͘s̶ n̵o̸w,͏ ̡Edmun̴d̶?̸ "
She blocks your way out the front door, looming over you. Her face is too
flat, like it was painted on a china plate. Was it like that the whole time?
You have the rest of the house to run through, any other exits?
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 15, 2018 0:38:52 GMT -8
(Shaken)Edmund- ”Jesus christ!” I do an estimation of the holy trinity and run towards the back door crashing into bits and pieces of my fake house.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 0:44:27 GMT -8
It's strange how realistic the fake house is. Things you wouldn't even remember
to include in a police sketch. Was that really the coffee mug Tabby made in
ceramics class that the Gisselle monster was hurling at you? You found the
back door, that led to the yard. There was a warmth coming from beneath it,
but could be worse than what was waiting behind you?
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 15, 2018 0:49:35 GMT -8
(Shaken) I was prepared to take the chance, I pushed the backdoor open. I was expecting my backyard or some semblance of it.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 1:39:36 GMT -8
A bonfire burned in the backyard, black clouds of smoke stretching into
the flat white sky. All of Tabby's childhood toys, her clothes, books. Your
backyard was suddenly an acre deep, surrounded by a chainlink fence.
Another house was visible in the distance. A house with chipped white
paint and a sliding door that couldn't shut anymore.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 15, 2018 1:50:46 GMT -8
(Shaken)Edmund- ”Tabby!” If Tabby was hurt there’d br be hell to pay. I raced for the other house, it wasn’t like there was a choice. I didn’t want to go back to my house and demonic wife.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 1:58:27 GMT -8
The thick smoke choked your burning lungs, but how much more could
your heart take? That smell of burning plastic, bits of stuffed animal fluff
rolling around the brown grass. You ran up on the other house-- the sliding
door was unlatched, the lights inside were on.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 15, 2018 2:24:09 GMT -8
(Shaken)I ran inside, then looked behind me for the demon, trying to figure out where I was. Hacking and coughing. I dragged heavily on my inhaler, it was a miracle if any was left.What nightmare I was now in? Was it Mills house? The symbology of Tabby’s burning toys weighed heavily on me. I didn’t want to see my little girl murdered even if it wasn’t real.
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