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Besides, if they die, they’re not strong enough to be worth their water anyways. Too much time’s spent on funeral parties when we’d be much better off looting their guns for batteries and feeding rays to dracs.

atomicvodkakilljoy

I guess so…

atomicvodkakilljoy

There’s something wrong.

bea-sting-kjrp

What kinda wrong we talkin’ here? The fun kind or the lame kind?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Define “fun”. I’m not sure this applies…

bea-sting-kjrp

Like a fun wrong like drugs or freaky sex or something like that.

Like wrong to BLind or wrong to killjoys?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Wrong to us… I wish it was drugs.

bea-sting-kjrp

Welp that’s no good

atomicvodkakilljoy

Yea… I’m gonna go find a medic

bea-sting-kjrp

No good to killjoys if yer a ghost

atomicvodkakilljoy

Exactly. Especially when they all expect me to communicate with the dusted for them…

bea-sting-kjrp

Pardon?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Oh… some of the joys out here keep finding me and asking me to talk to dusted people. I get possessed one time!

bea-sting-kjrp

Why be obsessed with dust anyways? They’re dead. Not doin us any use anymore

atomicvodkakilljoy

Witch knows… I hate it.

atomicvodkakilljoy

There’s something wrong.

bea-sting-kjrp

What kinda wrong we talkin’ here? The fun kind or the lame kind?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Define “fun”. I’m not sure this applies…

bea-sting-kjrp

Like a fun wrong like drugs or freaky sex or something like that.

Like wrong to BLind or wrong to killjoys?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Wrong to us… I wish it was drugs.

bea-sting-kjrp

Welp that’s no good

atomicvodkakilljoy

Yea… I’m gonna go find a medic

bea-sting-kjrp

No good to killjoys if yer a ghost

atomicvodkakilljoy

Exactly. Especially when they all expect me to communicate with the dusted for them…

bea-sting-kjrp

Pardon?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Oh… some of the joys out here keep finding me and asking me to talk to dusted people. I get possessed one time!

atomicvodkakilljoy

There’s something wrong.

bea-sting-kjrp

What kinda wrong we talkin’ here? The fun kind or the lame kind?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Define “fun”. I’m not sure this applies…

bea-sting-kjrp

Like a fun wrong like drugs or freaky sex or something like that.

Like wrong to BLind or wrong to killjoys?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Wrong to us… I wish it was drugs.

bea-sting-kjrp

Welp that’s no good

atomicvodkakilljoy

Yea… I’m gonna go find a medic

bea-sting-kjrp

No good to killjoys if yer a ghost

atomicvodkakilljoy

Exactly. Especially when they all expect me to communicate with the dusted for them…

atomicvodkakilljoy

There’s something wrong.

bea-sting-kjrp

What kinda wrong we talkin’ here? The fun kind or the lame kind?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Define “fun”. I’m not sure this applies…

bea-sting-kjrp

Like a fun wrong like drugs or freaky sex or something like that.

Like wrong to BLind or wrong to killjoys?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Wrong to us… I wish it was drugs.

bea-sting-kjrp

Welp that’s no good

atomicvodkakilljoy

Yea… I’m gonna go find a medic

atomicvodkakilljoy

There’s something wrong.

bea-sting-kjrp

What kinda wrong we talkin’ here? The fun kind or the lame kind?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Define “fun”. I’m not sure this applies…

bea-sting-kjrp

Like a fun wrong like drugs or freaky sex or something like that.

Like wrong to BLind or wrong to killjoys?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Wrong to us… I wish it was drugs.

atomicvodkakilljoy

There’s something wrong.

bea-sting-kjrp

What kinda wrong we talkin’ here? The fun kind or the lame kind?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Define “fun”. I’m not sure this applies…

There’s something wrong.

#kjrp

(He’s trapped in that stupidly scratchy jacket, cornered by shadows. He doesn’t know where he is, he just knows he’s trapped and he can’t get out. He can hear Crinkle whispering about how Vodka’s a risk to himself and to others and he needs to be locked up for his own good. He tries to protest what he hears, but then the jacket stains red from inside out, starting from the arms in places he’s cut before and he starts crying, clawing and thrashing as everything fades to black)

#vodka dreams #atomicvodkakilljoy

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

crinklecut-kjrp

(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)

What have you done to me, you freak?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.

(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)

Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.

crinklecut-kjrp

What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.

(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I’m not cold blooded, just cold.

(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)

Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?

crinklecut-kjrp

(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)

...

(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.

(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)

I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.

crinklecut-kjrp

(The only sounds that come from them are small, whining pain sounds. They truly believe they were saving them, and the dead ones were simply too weak to survive)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He opens his mouth to speak again, his voice sounding like multiple voices all at once)

We find you guilty. Know that Vodka allows us here, allows us to speak through him, and wants us to see your fate.

You are guilty. You made people scream and cry and plead and did nothing.

(He drags the knife right down before slashing both of Crinkle’s wrists, eyes almost glowing)

crinklecut-kjrp

(There's one shriek, then silence as they try to fight off the ghosts- but you can't fight what you can't see. Instead of escaping it just starts to shiver slightly, watching Vodka like they can unnerve him enough to reverse this)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He isn’t unnerved, but he is frustrated enough to use one final slash to Crinkle’s neck)

Good night, Crinkle Cut.

crinklecut-kjrp

(The light leaves their eyes silently before the ghosts let their body go)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He watches the light go and then he finds Crinkle’s mask, before departing with it)

#kjrp #atomicvodkakilljoy #crinklecut kjrp

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

crinklecut-kjrp

(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)

What have you done to me, you freak?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.

(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)

Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.

crinklecut-kjrp

What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.

(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I’m not cold blooded, just cold.

(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)

Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?

crinklecut-kjrp

(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)

...

(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.

(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)

I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.

crinklecut-kjrp

(The only sounds that come from them are small, whining pain sounds. They truly believe they were saving them, and the dead ones were simply too weak to survive)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He opens his mouth to speak again, his voice sounding like multiple voices all at once)

We find you guilty. Know that Vodka allows us here, allows us to speak through him, and wants us to see your fate.

You are guilty. You made people scream and cry and plead and did nothing.

(He drags the knife right down before slashing both of Crinkle’s wrists, eyes almost glowing)

crinklecut-kjrp

(There's one shriek, then silence as they try to fight off the ghosts- but you can't fight what you can't see. Instead of escaping it just starts to shiver slightly, watching Vodka like they can unnerve him enough to reverse this)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He isn’t unnerved, but he is frustrated enough to use one final slash to Crinkle’s neck)

Good night, Crinkle Cut.

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

crinklecut-kjrp

(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)

What have you done to me, you freak?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.

(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)

Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.

crinklecut-kjrp

What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.

(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I’m not cold blooded, just cold.

(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)

Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?

crinklecut-kjrp

(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)

...

(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.

(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)

I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.

crinklecut-kjrp

(The only sounds that come from them are small, whining pain sounds. They truly believe they were saving them, and the dead ones were simply too weak to survive)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He opens his mouth to speak again, his voice sounding like multiple voices all at once)

We find you guilty. Know that Vodka allows us here, allows us to speak through him, and wants us to see your fate.

You are guilty. You made people scream and cry and plead and did nothing.

(He drags the knife right down before slashing both of Crinkle’s wrists, eyes almost glowing)

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

crinklecut-kjrp

(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)

What have you done to me, you freak?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.

(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)

Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.

crinklecut-kjrp

What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.

(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I’m not cold blooded, just cold.

(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)

Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?

crinklecut-kjrp

(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)

...

(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.

(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)

I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

crinklecut-kjrp

(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)

What have you done to me, you freak?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.

(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)

Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.

crinklecut-kjrp

What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.

(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)

atomicvodkakilljoy

I’m not cold blooded, just cold.

(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)

Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

crinklecut-kjrp

(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)

What have you done to me, you freak?

atomicvodkakilljoy

Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.

(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)

Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.

crinklecut-kjrp

(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)

@atomicvodkakilljoy

(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)

-Yo Absinthe…-

@absinthe-kjrp

absinthe-kjrp

(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)

-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-

(He hesitates only for a moment)

-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-

absinthe-kjrp

-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-

(He observes, moving some things around)

-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-

(He listens)

-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-

absinthe-kjrp

-That’s why you’re doing it.-

(He nods to himself)

-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-

atomicvodkakilljoy

-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-

absinthe-kjrp

-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-

(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)

Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.

(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)

crinklecut-kjrp

(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)

atomicvodkakilljoy

(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)

Hello, Crinkle.

(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)

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