10-31-2020, 03:33 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary thought spooky season should last all year. Given her witchy aesthetic and reliance of magic, it could be argued that Halloween was a 24/7 thing in Rosemary’s treehouse. Even so, Halloween distinguished itself by being a hammy celebration of her everyday weirdness.
Like Michael, Rosemary wore a purple witch’s hat and cape. Did it matter much that the ocelot was already a witch? Not really. She enjoyed dressing up in this dumb shit. Based on the berry juice splattered on Michael’s face, she assumed she wasn’t the only one that got a kick out of the irony. So she grinned, stepping over to Michael’s haunted house tour with a bouncy spring in her steps.
She tipped her purple brim to the vampire, flashing her teeth in a rare grin. “Greetings, Dracula. I would adore a tour.”
Her smaller pair of eyes scanned the spooky house, lingering on the biggest homemade eyes and particularly well done cobwebs. “Oh, the outside looks fantastic. I’m sure the inside is even more of a treat… though I suppose it’s more tricks than treats.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Like Michael, Rosemary wore a purple witch’s hat and cape. Did it matter much that the ocelot was already a witch? Not really. She enjoyed dressing up in this dumb shit. Based on the berry juice splattered on Michael’s face, she assumed she wasn’t the only one that got a kick out of the irony. So she grinned, stepping over to Michael’s haunted house tour with a bouncy spring in her steps.
She tipped her purple brim to the vampire, flashing her teeth in a rare grin. “Greetings, Dracula. I would adore a tour.”
Her smaller pair of eyes scanned the spooky house, lingering on the biggest homemade eyes and particularly well done cobwebs. “Oh, the outside looks fantastic. I’m sure the inside is even more of a treat… though I suppose it’s more tricks than treats.”
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?