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Post by childofthehunt on Oct 25, 2009 9:53:47 GMT -5
Fleur kept on walking, with a lace-y hand bag in one hand. She was rubbing one side of her throbbing forehead with her slender fingers. Everything from the previous week seemed to be a blur.
Then there's that thing with Arqus or was it Bremmen? The moment she left the shoe salon and started walking, she came across the boy. He was lying on the ground, and when she approached to help him, she noticed he had a bullet wound on his left shoulder. The boy smiled at her and said "they'll" be fine. He must be talking about himself and Bremmen.
Fleur wanted to ask him what happened, but he was suddenly encased in a crystalline capsule. Arqus' form was pulled deep into the ground by crystal like plant roots and the earth closed again ... like magic.
"I should get coffee, or something. Yes. Maybe that would wake me up." She mumbled to herself with a strong french accent.
Raking her shoulder length wavy blonde hair with her hand, she proceeded in search of coffee. She yawned, covering her perfect little mouth, wondering how long has she been asleep.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 25, 2009 10:32:32 GMT -5
Zachery had been following Veronica, but had been silent as she asked what was wrong with him. He only offered her the shake of his head to say it was nothing, though it was apparent that it wasn’t. Truthfully, he wasn’t okay at all. That bastard, the one who had the guts to try and kill every last bit of his family, was here of all places, and he wouldn’t be able to leave easily. It seemed this place was more like hell rather than a different dimension. It was cruel how Kankure had been sent here, it was as if someone was intentionally trying to torture him. He seemed a bit unaware of his surroundings as he was enclosed in his head, but once Tommy and the new guy came, it was once again a disturbing sight, probably worse than Mr. Psycho. How strange for everyone to meet like this out of nowhere, as if they had tracking devises on each other. He could only keep his comments to himself as he watched the encounter of Tommy and Mr. Happy. Sheesh, the two would get along perfectly with Mr. Psycho. However, that would mean triple the disgust, it probably wasn’t worth it.
“I would have rather been sent to the plains of the dead than to be stuck here with these three repugnance fools who would so much as kill these innocent people without a second thought! It’s too bad there isn’t such thing as hell, because I think I’d be much better at home there than here with these three and that killer bastard that almost murdered me!” He shouted at the group, but he didn’t mean to be hateful towards the new-comer. At truth, he hadn’t noticed her yet. Zachery put his hand to his cheek as he felt a strange liquid running down his face, he had been crying and hadn’t even noticed. The water in his eyes overfilling them and spilling out, dripping from his chin. He was acting like a child, being forced to face a killer that use to be his own friend, his own family. He didn’t want to face the facts, he didn’t want to see him. He had accepted that he would never see his family again, and they were all perhaps dead already, he didn’t want to face Kankure after accepting such a thing.
Zachery covered his face with his hands and fell to his knees, hanging his head low as he silently wept. He usually always kept his emotions in check, concealing them so that he could be clear headed and be able to help others in horrible times. This was the first time in years that he had ever cried in front of anybody, let alone an entire group. He looked only seventeen, but he was much older than that, he had even showed that in his strange knowledge and way of looking at things. But now, he was acting the age that he looked, acting like just a child, afraid and frightened of the possibility of facing someone who had killed his family and who was his family. And those three lunatics reminded him of Kankure, killing the innocent for their own fun, and sickly enjoying it. They were all bastards to even think such a thing, to think that it was acceptable to do such a thing when those mindless couldn’t defend themselves. He clenched his right hand into a fist, his knuckled growing white as he felt angered by the fact. Zachery hated people like that, he couldn’t stand them, but he always had to keep his emotions locked, to be the guy you could trust to get you out of a nasty situation without thinking twice or stalling for time. He didn’t want to be depended on, he didn’t want anyone’s lives to be weighed on his shoulders. He punched the ground in front of where he sat, the concrete blistering and cracking underneath his fist, “Damn it!” Zachery yelled out, punching the same spot again and again until his fists were raw and bleeding.
He was obviously deeply troubled by much, broken and miserable. However, this sort of reaction was unexpected to say the least. Everyone who had met him so far knew he was a logical seemingly emotionless teenager that wasn’t squeamish over much. But this was the inside Zachery that he didn’t want anyone to know, the kid Zachery that wanted to run away and never look back. It was a vulnerable moment, and Tommy had first triggered it by killing that first innocent in front of him, along with the help of Mr. Psycho and Kankure’s aura. It was one of those leading events that could peal away at a person and strip them of their outer shell, leaving them frustrated and crying, full of hatred but distressed. Zachery relinquished his moment of anger and held his bleeding hand close to his chest as the tears kept flowing down his face.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 25, 2009 11:51:17 GMT -5
Asri had arrived only a few minutes after Selice did, making accurate use of all the shortcuts Syl had shown him around in the city. He stood behind Zachery, and near Veronica the whole time, apparently unnoticed and unacknowledged by the others. Which slightly disappointed him. In the past, his extremely good looks had won him many admirers, most of them women, although there were some men among their ranks, most of which couldn't get it through to their heads that Asri was in fact male. Still, it was good in that he didn't have the spotlight. Whenever Asri had the spotlight in an adventure, nothing good ever came of it.
Still, he smiled and nodded at the newcomer, acknowledging her, but watched the rest of scene with disgust at the psychopathic manchild and the two clowns. Disgusting freaks. The true manifestation of the insanity Animus was willing to pull into itself. Running around the city, going around slaughtering everyone when they had no reason to. The mindless were mostly a neutral party, unless Animus decided to step in. Syl once mentioned to him that the mindless were residents that lost their free will, that had become a part of Animus, but apparently served no other purpose but to keep the city running. They provided the food and water that the residents lived on, and these three were blatantly ungrateful for it.
Asri wanted nothing more than to kill them dead, as brutally as they had murdered those mindless.
You're a hypocrite, you know.
I AM NOT! You're still in denial?
Apparently.
Ah, that was the weird thing about Asri. He was a hypocrite, but he was in denial. Why would that be? Because if he killed them in such a brutal way, he would be no better than them. But why was he to care?
Syl, Kiel and himself were products of a dangerous and tumultuous part, where so many of their friends and allies had been lost that one would think that they would sink into insanity themselves. The difference was that Syl, Kiel and Asri had each developed different coping mechanisms that allowed them to keep their sanity with minimal damage. Kiel had its aloofness and some Stoic traits. Asri had tons of coping mechanism - selective amnesia, denial, him becoming inured to disease, death and destruction and most other unpleasantries of fate, his curse (ironically, for twisted reasons), a voice in his head his nature as an angel of Luisine, which allowed him to draw upon Syl and Kiel for support... Syl of course had multiple personalities. While normally nice and sweet, it did have a darker side. What would the other residents thing when it emerged in full force, when Syl was acting with a completely different personality than usual? Asri intended for that day to never come. He loved Syl. He didn't want that unfortunate event to beget it any more enemies. If necessary, he would go to Hell and back for its sake.
It was then that Asri saw Zachery break down in front of him, falling to his knees and crying. He remembered him... that kid that he traveled with when the city was invaded with those ink beings. Poor kid, thought Asri, those madmen must have really gotten to him. In truth, They had gotten to Asri as well, how they had so imprudently awakened his own perception of his own hypocrisy, of his own past. What use was it to be a priest when you didn’t practice what you preached, when you were corrupted by the very same forces that you were trying to keep at bay? Asri didn’t know how much humanity he had left, or what he would degenerate into when his curse became bad enough that it would take control of him, to turn him into the true Angel of Plagues. How could he really be himself then? How could he protect Syl?
Asri sighed. He had killed people too, although never by his own hand. Diorel, his biological brother, a human, was the only exception when he had tried to kill some by his own hand. Tried. The attempt ended in failure when he was subdued by one of Nokolui’s witches. In all other cases, it was his curse and his demons that did the killing. They were beyond Asri’s control… they seemed to have minds of their own, minds that were apparently no human. He was too weak to stop them, to his everlasting shame. It worried Asri to no end that the insanity that he endured in the past might someday turn him into a depraved monster, no better than the three psychopaths in front of him. Perhaps even worse, as his curse could easily cause a pandemic. He had held out for over two thousand years… how much longer could he last? How much longer could his soul stand all this? The curse, this place, everything! Asri may be a light angel but his soul was only human… or used to be human… He didn’t know what he had become, what Kiel had turned him into… or why he was condemned to an afterlife of violence and strife when he had done nothing to deserve it in his life as a human. On one hand, it allowed him to meet Syl, who he treasured for its child-like innocence. On the other, his dream of becoming a lawyer taken literally taken him to Hell and back… what was he to do now?
Looking at Zachary, Asri sighed and knelt down in front of him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder (even if he himself disliked physical contact, Asri found it necessary at times). He made eye contact with Zachary before he spoke, and even so, he spoke softly enough so that only Zachary could understand him clearly.
“It’s alright,” said Asri, his expression and voice compassionate and gentle, “I understand your pain. I know what you’re talking about concerning those three madmen, and I’d like you to know you’re not alone in this. I’m here to help you, but please… be careful what you wish for, because I have been to Hell and back. I’ve seen what Hell is like first hand, and believe me, it holds nightmares that you will never want to see…”
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Post by Selice on Oct 25, 2009 14:19:30 GMT -5
Selice finally stood, spreading her wings and taking flight, returning to the group. A horribly depressed look had taken over her features as she walked towards Veronica. I was unable to find the identity of the bomber. But I simply could not stay there any longer she whispered softly, large silvery tears forming in her eyes.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 25, 2009 14:48:26 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho stared down at Chrystabelle, his eyes looking deep within her as if he was searching her soul for information, so he could find things about this curious little girl. He smiled sharply at her, with the teeth that were always so very white, as if they were prepared to eat something. “Hello little child…” The words echoed out of his mouth, he wanted to talk to this little one and her lovely wagon, what a gorgeous wagon Mr. Psycho thought. He then saw something that caught his attention, Tommy had another friend. And he looked oh so very charming. He approached the two clowns, towering over them as if he was a beast. “Well hello there Mr. Happy, I am very pleased to meet your presence,” He said with a dirty look on his face, this was followed by a huge wink and his disturbing laugh“Where has Tommy been hiding you all this time? It must be pretty hard to hide something as sexy as you… Wait… I have a present for you…” Mr. Psycho shuffled around in his pocket then pulled out what others would say is a horribly disgusting sight, it was a bouquet of severed arms, and they were fresh. He handed them to Mr. Happy. “I just know that you, me and Tommy are going to have A LOT of fun in the future…” Mr. Psycho smiled sickly, this sentence could be taken in two ways, one way, it’s just another sexual reference, or the other way, Mr. Psycho has something planned.
Something again caught the bald fiend’s attention, Zachery, who was yelling about something. “Hey Whitey, can you keep your pie hole shut, some of us enjoy peace once in awhile!” Mr. Psycho screamed back, this sentence was followed by his signature hysterical laughter; the demented shrill of his laugh floated in the air like a party balloon. His attention then shot back to Mr. Happy and Tommy, he noticed their confetti blood mess. And he wanted to congratulate Tommy, so he reached into his mouth; his arm was elbow deep into his own mouth. Then a rumble of metal could be heard, he slowly began to pull a chainsaw out of his mouth. Not the normal ones for cutting wood, oh no, a monstrous mechanical one, it was better suited for flesh and bone. He gave it to Tommy. “And here you go my love!” He sung cheerfully, and then Asri was talking about something that again took our hero’s attention. Mr. Psycho appeared right behind Asri as he was talking to Zachery. “And fantasies… The type that burn holes into peoples brain…” He rasped into Asri’s ear, there was no moisture in his breath, in fact, there was no breath. The words seemed to rip its way out of his mouth.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 25, 2009 18:56:14 GMT -5
Asri removed his hand from Zachery's shoulder and stood, sighing. The boy obviously wasn't appreciating his advice, and even so, Mr. Psycho had ruined everything. He was shorter than the madman, and while the strange man towered over him, he wasn't afraid. Why should he be? Azrael's wrath was scarier than this. He had never been subject to it, but he had seen it applied on various other people that had attempted to kill its reapers.
"I've been subject to worse," said Asri, "now, if my assistance isn't needed or appreciated, I may as well be on my way."
In truth, he intended to go find Syl. He had lost track of it on the way to the bomb site, and he didn't need any more difficulties concerning its safety. Before he left though, he decided to great Selice and Chrystabelle.
"Selice, Chrys," he called as he approached them, "these madmen aside, how've you two been?"
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Syl had been flying for quite some time now, scanning for Kure's aura. It was getting close to him... As it entered the area where it sensed him to be located, it foudn that its precision slowly increased. Once it was close enough, it would be able to pin down which building he was located in. After feeling excluded like that, it just wanted to belong somewhere, and what better place than with Kure?
At last though, it spotted it. The old tea shop that they had visited when they first met each other... Syl grinned, did a loop in the air and gracefully landed on the ground in front of the tea shop. It was ecstatic at having found him... Nowadays, he was perhaps the only person that it would spend entire days with. With everyone else, they were always going on these sick adventures.
Adventures that Syl wished to have no part in. Especially with Mr. Clown and Mr. Loony Man. They gave Syl the chills... especially since they could as well murder it at any moment, according to their whims. Thankfully, Kure wasn't like that!
Syl poked its head in the store, grinning.
"Kure, are you in there?"
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Post by kaybeezy on Oct 25, 2009 19:35:39 GMT -5
"Asri!" Chrystabelle greeted in reply cheerfully, voice laced with relief as she curtsied. Seeing a sensible person amongst the three deranged entities around her made her feel much better, and she couldn't stop smiling at him. She stepped closer to him, lowering her voice slightly. "I think that man was going to eat me and take my wagon," she confided, pulling the aforementioned wagon closer to her for protection. "Have you been well?" She asked, genuinely concerned. She had not seen Asri much since they're first meeting, and she noticed that it did not seem too happy.
She turned to Selice, eyes briefly focusing on her lovely silver tears. "Please don't cry, Miss. It'll be alright, right Asri?" She asked, hoping it would agree.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 25, 2009 19:38:58 GMT -5
Zachery shrugged Asri’s hand off, hating to be touched. He had a few space issues dealing with being touched by strangers and that of weren’t his race. He had always been at least a foot or more away from everyone, not wanting to be in contact range of anyone. He was about to reply to Asri when Mr. Psycho decided to come near him. He glared at the man, hatred obvious in his eyes. “If you don’t stay the fuck away from me I’ll burn a hole through your head.” he growled, pissed that he would dare talk to him after what he had done and suggested. Bastard. Mr. Psycho was worse than anyone he had known, he had no split personality problems or excuses, he killed for amusement and that was it. He then stood up and walked away from Mr. Psycho, absolutely disgusted and furious with him and the two clowns that dared stick around.
He stopped a few feet short of Veronica. “I’ll be going to the other bombing site, alone. Don’t bother following me because I don’t need anyone trying to touch me or watching these three bastards kill mindless.” Zachery then turned and walked off, disappearing around the corner, his foot steps fading away as he grew further from the group until he was gone.
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Kankure heard Syl’s voice and smiled warmly. “Ah, hello.” he said and stood up from his seat, leaving his cup on the table. The room was still fairly dark, the only light spilling from the windows that the mindless cleaned daily.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 25, 2009 19:44:35 GMT -5
“Well hello there Mr. Happy, I am very pleased to meet your presence,” "Likewise my good sir.." Mr. Happy replies with a grin “Where has Tommy been hiding you all this time? It must be pretty hard to hide something as sexy as you…" "Oh you truly are a gentleman of the highest quality I must say, but please stop or I may go bright red... Which will then lead to me having a stroke, then a tuma and I will most likely die." The two clowns both laughing in unison "Wait… I have a present for you…” Mr. took the bouquet and like the winner of a beauty pagent he tearfully leaned in and gave Mr. Psycho a kiss on th cheek. The clowns watched in anticipation as Mr. Psycho shoved his arm down his mouth rummaging around, Tommy and Mr. Happy both looking on anxiously rubbing their fingers against eachother, then out popped a monster of a chainsaw. Tommy grasped the chainsaw and eyed it up in his hands like a child with a new toy, "Oh it's what I've always wanted! Thank you so much Mr. P! I'm sure we can have just OODLES of fun with this nifty gadget!" Both the clowns ran up to give Mr. Psycho a hug, making him look like God.
The clowns let go and looked to Asri, Asri was not hiding the fact that he despised the three of them with a vengence. But if anything this only encouraged the clowns to continue their antics just to piss him off. They both smiled widely at him, then they both put two fingers to their mouths and flicked their tounges around at him cackling madly.
"Don’t bother following me because I don’t need anyone trying to touch me or watching these three bastards kill mindless.” Tommy and Mr. Happy looked at eachother with sly slapped all over their faces, as soon as Zachery turned the corner the two clowns started to sneak, with extreme exaggeraton, after him, Tommy with his chainsaw held high above his head.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 22:10:40 GMT -5
Veronica looked at Selice and replied, "Thank you.". Veronica closed her eyes and motioned her arms around her for a hug. "You've done what you could. It's alright.".
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The little girl sat there and waited for a reply from Maz and Viscum. What was probably mere seconds to everyone else seemed to have lasted an eternity for the girl. Rising from the step, the girl straightened her clothes out and motioned out the front door of the church. "If anyone see's my mom and dad, tell'em I am looking for them!".
The girl walked into the streets of Animus, wondering around. From across the street, she could see her home and that window that led into her room. Crossing her arms, she sighed, no one's gonna be there...
Turning her head, she walked down the street and allowed her whim to whisk her away. She knew this city, how could she possibly get lost?
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 25, 2009 22:55:52 GMT -5
Zachery walked with his hands in his pockets, walking down Constance Lane, mumbling to himself of what he would due to Mr. Psycho if he saw him kill another innocent in front of him. He had not noticed that his Kido was self inflicting itself upon the street signs and lights that he passed. Their metal frame melting and crashing behind him as flames sparked from him. “Fucking lunatics.” he mumbled, keeping his pace. He stopped as he heard a loud crash behind him, turning around to see the melted posts on the ground shattered and distorted. “Shit…” Zachery cussed at himself, seeing if anyone had gotten hurt. However, there were no mindless around to have been struck down by one of the poles. He took a breath then exhaled, trying to calm himself before he accidentally killed someone or destroyed one of the buildings himself.
He turned back around and looked at the street light ahead, naming the street he was on so he could determine how far the next site was. It was about a mile or so away, not too far if you didn’t mind a leisured walk. Zachery stood there and tried to regain his composure, wiping his eyes and nose. He actually felt a bit better to have let some of the emotions off, even if for a moment. But he wouldn’t be able to get used to such an occurrence. He was always going to lock away his problems, it was better suited for him. “Even so… I will kill them without a second thought if it is to protect those innocent souls.” Zachery said to himself. He quickly finished his self-equanimity and continued to walk, not even bothering to notice the two clowns tailing him.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 25, 2009 23:36:10 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho hysterically laughed at Asri, as if to mock his general presence. “Okay hard man!” he giggled, and then he heard what Zachery said. “Damn! I am around some truly funny people!” He said, “Me and your father divorced so you could be happy! And this is what I get in return?! Go to room!” Mr. Psycho continued to scream, he then laughed some more at the nonsense that was coming out of his mouth. As soon as the words “Don’t bother following me” came out of Zachery’s mouth, Mr. Psycho’s smiled grew, as it ripped at the seams. He ran at lightening speed down an alleyway, so fast no one would know that he was gone.
He had followed Zachery down the street, than he stopped a couple of meters in front of him, Mr. Psycho was holding someone by the neck, a mindless. “Hey Whitey… Check this out!” He screamed as his sickly hysterical laughter began to rise out of his mouth, he then grabbed the mindless’s head and slowly began to rip it off. The neck was stretching while the mindless screamed in agony; Mr. Psycho watched all of this, not wanting to miss a second. Then the skin split, the crimson stream began to flow. “Hey Whitey! This is what you’d call a Kodak moment!!” He screamed as he continued to pull, then suddenly the head completely came off, with the spine still attached. Mr. Psycho smiled in triumph then slammed the head on the ground like a Football, except it didn’t bounce like one; it hit the ground with one solid sickening crunch. The breaking of the facial bones could clearly be heard. The body of the now headless mindless lay slumped on the ground. “Well I can’t let this all go to waste…” He smiled sharply, then pulled out his Mechanical object, it hummed smoothly to him. “I know you’re hungry baby…” He whispered to it as if comforting it. Quickly he jammed the machine into the dead mindless’s back, a loud humming filled the air and suddenly the body and head of the mindless was washed in a blinding blue light. And within two seconds the every part of the mindless had completely vanished, the only thing left was the horribly bloody mess. His mechanical object glowed a heavenly blue light, in appreciation. “Ahhh now doesn’t that feel just grand!” He laughed hysterically as he shoved the object back into his pocket.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 26, 2009 0:07:45 GMT -5
Zachery watched without flinching, boiling anger rising inside him. As soon as Mr. Psycho was finished he quickly grabbed him by the neck, crushing his wind-pipe. A dead serious look on his face as he glared at him. “You better pray to god that I kill you quickly, because I swear if I get to you, it will be the most painful and the last thing you ever feel.” His growled, lighting his hand on fire. Zachery was serious about burning a hole through Mr. P’s head, not kidding in the least. “Now. I’m willing to reconsider killing you, but I could easily bind your hands to your ass and cut your fucking head off in one movement.” Zachery tightened his grip on Mr. Psycho, shoving him backwards and pressing him onto the building wall. His temper wasn’t one to test at the moment unless someone had a death wish.
“Now listen closely you murderous son-of-a-bitch. I’m giving you a simple chance, and only this once, and with only one exception. You can kill whom ever the fuck you like, but keep it away from me. As long as I don’t catch you in the act, then I won’t kill you.” Zachery said, pressing him further into the wall. “But if I do see you slaughter one more in front of me, I will gut you like the pig you are. I will become your worst nightmare.” With that he pulled back his arm and punched the wall right next to Mr. Psycho’s head. Causing the flames to explode through the surface of the wall and explode around them, but not a deadly explosion. Zachery then let go of Mr. Psycho, stepping back a few feet then turning. “Now leave me alone unless you have something important to address. Your going to snap that last remaining string keeping me from tearing your heart out of your chest.” He then kept walking, letting the flame dissipate from his hand.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 0:16:19 GMT -5
"Watcha doin'?", the girl asked, looking up at she glanced at the two.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 26, 2009 1:10:37 GMT -5
As soon as Zachery crushed Mr. Psycho’s wind pipe he started to hysterically laugh. “You’re a silly sausage… I hope you know that” Black ooze started to crawl out of his mouth; it attached itself to Zachery’s arm. He was pressed up against the wall already his windpipe healed itself. “What would cutting my head off achieve? You seem to underestimate others while you overestimate yourself; you also seem to think I have vital organs.” Mr. Psycho stretched his neck through Zachery’s grasp, so his face was an inch away from Whitey’s. “My worst nightmare? You could never amount to what is within my head, no even if you wanted to, you’re nothing to me!” He screamed, laughing hysterically. The laughter sung out like a demented choir of helpless burning souls, his smile formed the chapel of where this hellish choir belongs. His black relentless pupils showed that he did not care, or wasn’t even remotely afraid of this being that showed great hostility. “Okay… I’ll play how you want it W-Dawg…” Mr. Psycho made his eyes look very big and shiny, much like that of an anime character. “Oh Mista Whitey, pwease don’t hurt wittwe owd me…” He said with a completely innocent tone, and then suddenly this illusion was dropped as his face returned to its sadistic self. Mr. Psycho waited till Zachery was walking away. “Again with the vital organs…” Suddenly a little being caught Mr. Psycho’s eye, a child, a little girl. Mr. Psycho turned on his heel and faced the little girl. She was no mindless. “Well… Whitey here was just being one giant poop donkey” he said cheerfully with a pleasant smile. He crouched down so he didn’t scare the little girl. He didn’t want to lose her; she was so lovely, so pure.
She reminded him of Elizabeth…
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