TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Monterey Bay Aquarium
art blog(derogatory)
NASA
roma★
KIROKAZE
No title available
Xuebing Du
Cosmic Funnies
trying on a metaphor
Kiana Khansmith
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
#extradirty
No title available
Jules of Nature
⁂
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
ellievsbear
almost home
seen from Iraq
seen from Venezuela
seen from Malaysia
seen from Poland
seen from Mozambique
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Poland
seen from Australia
seen from Brazil
seen from Paraguay
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@bloodredundead
"Hello." Mortis spoke from a shadowed corner.
He turned around, looking around for who spoke. Who on earth was it? He looked into the shadows, blinking. Something seemed off about that man in the darkness.
"No need to look so ominous…"
He decided to walk out, standing up at his full height, a little over six feet tall. The hoe through his rotting chest was rather clear as he said, "It was either this or that."
"Well. I just wait for the wrong person to stray into a dark room…"
"…dat’s jus’ wrong. Ain’t it?"
"Well, what else are you supposed to do as a zombie? Just go Girl Scout style and ask people for their guts?"
"Tell me about it."
"How’d ya deal with it?"
"Well. I just wait for the wrong person to stray into a dark room..."
"…well dis sucks." How long before he starts going around and trying to chew on his team mates with the cravings he began having.
"Tell me about it."
"Oh."
"If you’d be willing to listen, then I wouldnt mind sharing too much…"
"I don't have much else to do."
"What’re you thinking about then?"
"I dont know if I should share such depressing thoughts."
"Oh."
"Er. What’re you doing around here?" The area was rather dark and it didn’t have that great of a smell. Like rotting flesh, actually.
"I find it calm and relaxing. Sure, it smells awful, but its quiet. I wanted time to think."
"What're you thinking about then?"
"…Hey." The undead shifted so that his helmet was covering his eyes.
"Hm? Oh, hello there!"
Pyro gave a small wave and smiled beneath the mask.
"Er. What're you doing around here?" The area was rather dark and it didn't have that great of a smell. Like rotting flesh, actually.
He’d know that voice anywhere. It was the wizard guy again. Maybe not the exact same wizard guy who tried to change him, but still a wizard guy. Unsure of what to do, he hurriedly took off his bony arm and tossed it out of the shade.
"Yes hello, it’s me."
He really hoped a light wouldn’t get turned on.
"You who?”
The wizard merely poked at the arm with his staff. Please, he’s seen grosser things than that. However, a couple of bones weren’t enough information to pinpoint the stranger. The voice sure did sound familiar, though…
"...Me. Mortis, if you want a name. You're the crazy wizard guy. Mermaid I think?" Welp. That wasn't going to help this situation. Come on, he'd be a merMAN. Or rather, MerMann. Yeah. Mermann.
"Hello." Mortis spoke from a shadowed corner.
He heard a voice, but he didn’t see exactly who was talking. He looked towards the dark corner, but he could hardly make out who was there.
”Show yourself!”
He'd know that voice anywhere. It was the wizard guy again. Maybe not the exact same wizard guy who tried to change him, but still a wizard guy. Unsure of what to do, he hurriedly took off his bony arm and tossed it out of the shade.
"Yes hello, it's me."
He really hoped a light wouldn't get turned on.
"Hello." Mortis spoke from a shadowed corner.
"...Hey." The undead shifted so that his helmet was covering his eyes.
"NO. WAKE UP NOW OR I’M GOING TO EAT YOU."
Well, that got him to wake up and practically slingshot himself off of the bed.
"What the heck, man!?"
The undead laughed quite heartily. "HA! HA HA! You actually BELIEVED ME for a second there!"
…five more mins.
"NO. WAKE UP NOW OR I'M GOING TO EAT YOU."
i tried so hard
"I don’t think a cat’d like to be around me."
"Not even I like to be around you. I see where you are coming from; most definitively."
"Actually, barely anyone likes being around an undead. It kind of drags your self confidence to Hell. If it survives the rotting, that is."
"No, but like, the fact that the box is SPECIALLY DESIGNED for putting DEAD BODIES in them. And then you BURY THEM UNDERGROUND so that bugs and shit will crawl all over them and devour their corpse. Of which is already happening to me."
Casually pulls a worm out of what’s left of his leg.
The brutal just stared at the zombie solider, seemingly not bothered by the worm. “Not everyone can dance with death an’ come out the winner, Oi guess.”
"I didn't really dance with him. It was more like I pulled on his hippie hair and he punched me in the face and then his scythe was taking selfies during the whole skirmish."
