10-24-2020, 11:21 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
“Aphra, this isn’t the time.” Rosemary’s small eyes narrowed. Her forked tail tips lashed, and the witch rolled her eyes. “Actually. It’s never the time. Can you lay off my family when he’s bleeding on the forest floor?”
Rosemary’s four eyes locked onto Aphra, the main pair finally tearing away from Roan, and the ocelot stiffened. What would it take for this terrible creature to learn a lesson? She’d tried before, but the thought virus failed to cause any substantial change—though, for a time, she thought the woman might’ve almost died of embarrassment. If only…
When the witching hour knocks, your embarrassment satisfies the clocks. Rosemary attempted to needle the rhyme into Aphra’s mind, stitching it in so deep, the dreadful woman would feel compelled to follow the rhyme to a disastrous conclusion. Her jaw clenched. Then she relaxed, stepping away from the white she-cat.
Her four eyes converged on Roan, and she stepped over to the soothsayer’s side. While Rosemary never treated a zombified body before, she heard about them. However, as she looked at the stitched up body, a perplexed expression crossed her face. It was an inelegant solution, all of this thread, but she struggled to think of a better one. “Do you need any help? My telekinesis is quite accurate with needle and thread.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Rosemary’s four eyes locked onto Aphra, the main pair finally tearing away from Roan, and the ocelot stiffened. What would it take for this terrible creature to learn a lesson? She’d tried before, but the thought virus failed to cause any substantial change—though, for a time, she thought the woman might’ve almost died of embarrassment. If only…
When the witching hour knocks, your embarrassment satisfies the clocks. Rosemary attempted to needle the rhyme into Aphra’s mind, stitching it in so deep, the dreadful woman would feel compelled to follow the rhyme to a disastrous conclusion. Her jaw clenched. Then she relaxed, stepping away from the white she-cat.
Her four eyes converged on Roan, and she stepped over to the soothsayer’s side. While Rosemary never treated a zombified body before, she heard about them. However, as she looked at the stitched up body, a perplexed expression crossed her face. It was an inelegant solution, all of this thread, but she struggled to think of a better one. “Do you need any help? My telekinesis is quite accurate with needle and thread.”
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?