✄ ┅┅ @catvclasms ( muse: roy )
horror rp prompts! ( sporadically accepting! )
DRAG ME TO HELL: A is being tormented by a hellish demon after being target by a curse. they desperately implore B to help rid them of the curse before A can be dragged to hell.
character a: roy santos
character b: amy quinton
stiletto heels clash against the cobblestone lining her path, she’s in a hurry to get to their meeting spot. it’s not exactly a place of enclosed walls and a public setting, but rather a secluded area of hiker’s trail that they’ve claimed. it was smart to choose such a vacant place to hold their meet ups, but vacancy required distance, and with distance came a problem when roy would unexpectedly call her, asking her to come in a hurry. still, she persisted, with heavy purse slung over her shoulder like some kind of sack, and feet throbbing in leather heels that weren’t meant for fast pacing.
roy had been cursed, horribly. a curse of which demands more of him than he can offer and his punishment would be an eternity in hell if he doesn’t deliver. being his friend, amy was willing to be roy’s helping hand in this situation. she was going to help him research ways to break the curse, and be there for the experiments when they’d test those rituals. but nothing seemed to be working, and if anything things for roy had seemed to be getting worse. it was tiring for amy, and she wasn’t even the one who was cursed. imagining what her friend must be going through was what kept her hands busy, and her nose deep in library books, computer webpages, and in the business of urban witchcraft practicing individuals.
upon reaching her destination, roy was right where he said he would be. she approaches him in a huff, using her hand to lean on the nearest tree so she could pull her feet out of torture shoes for a second. one foot is pulled out of the shoe and toes are cracked as they’re clenched together, and ankle cracks as she rolls it a few times. repeating the same with her other foot before both feet are returned to their shoes.
❝ jesus roy, this better be an emergency. ❞ lips curl to a frown, ❝ ‘cause i think i just ruined my feet for life. ❞
roy was cursed and less than the sense he was used to. through threaded lies & a curved grin, he found himself in a very similar situation from almost a century before. the possibility of death scared him. it seemed all too real this time, and despite how much he claimed to desire the end - this wasn’t what he had hoped for. the sudden realization that he truly didn’t want to die flooded his system. he reached out to one of the few people he could trust -- amy quinton. his hand hovered over his phone, checking it repeatedly before catching sight of the woman.
“you should’ve worn better shoes.” a dark grin fell over his lips. the girl had always made the point of dressing up - even when meeting him in their secluded little spot. it took forty minutes to reach the place. it was one of the few places that roy felt comfortable speaking aloud. amy knew of his immortality - a small sliver of an old curse. with the idea of hell, he wasn’t sure how long he had before he would be dragged below.
“the witch’s dead.” the image was still engraved beneath his skull. maggots crawled along the elderly woman, pulling her closer to the ground below. some would say it was old age, but roy knew better. there was something else at play and he was running out of things to put blame.
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