*NO TRESPASSING!*

(( Indie RP & ask blog for the Neighbor from the game Hello Neighbor. Everyone is free to interact or ask questions, so please don't be shy. ))

[justyourneighbor]

HELLO!

(( I am back. I must apologize for my long absence, I feel like I have to apologize, seriously it’s been forever heh. )

[charliekins-moved]

If you post:

- Five Nights at Freddy’s (Spinoffs, parodies, and novels count!) - Bendy and the Ink Machine  - Tattletail  - Little Nightmares  - Hello Neighbor 

Or any other indie/rpg games, reblog this and I’ll check out your blog!

[ask-eggs-and-neighbor-blog]

heck yas

[rpmemesyo]

Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse's nightmares!

[justyourneighbor]

The desperate should never believe in the shadow’s lies.

[justyourneighbor]

⚠ [pesky-Neighbor]

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Drops of crimson marked the deep green blades of grass, the deep red coloring almost seeming to stand out…yet blend in from a distance, within the grass’s green coloration. These drops of crimson seeming to lead one towards the back porch, a smear of red marking the handle for the door nob, the door seeming to have been left open ever so slightly. 

This trail leads into the house, though it’s hard to tell exactly where with the lights seeming to have been turned off…for what reason, that is unknown. But what is known…is that someone managed to get injured. 

If one would look through a window, they would see Charles, or simply, the neighbor to some, holding onto his arm, blood slowly dripping the forearm of said arm, his left hand keeping a firm grip on the wound. 

He stood there for a moment, leaning against the wall before he used his shoulder to open the door towards the kitchen. A grunt leaving his breath as he did so.

[pesky-neighbor]

As expected from this nosy man: always sneaking into places he shouldn’t be, he was making his way around to the back as an attempt to find a way inside. With a flashlight and a box in hand, he turned his attention towards a window.

As he turned his gaze downwards to place the box on the ground, a different shade from the green caught his attention. He followed it with his gaze, alarm bells going off inside of his head. He already knew who that blood belonged to, and if it wasn’t who he thought; they were in a world of trouble.

Despite past conflicts with his neighbor, most of it his own doing considering that the other seem to mind his own business quite well, he could not help but to notice the concern worming around in his stomach. Sure, he’s gotten caught in bear traps that had been placed down for his him specifically, but he couldn’t bring himself to blame the guy. He just wanted to be left alone, it seemed.

After setting the cardboard box down he turned the flashlight off and followed the trail inside. It did not take long for him to lose it after a few moments, due to the poor lightning, but the grunt was enough for him to figure out the location.

He watched his neighbor open the door, Fear trickling down into a ball of bile in his throat. Would it be best for him to just give the man a break and leave? Or should he be brave enough to ask?

Well.. He could always just run away if things turned.

He followed the injured man to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, then cleared his throat in hoped that the man would hear him.

    “Sir..”

[justyourneighbor]

He had his eyes closed for a moment, lifting his now blood covered, gloved hand from the wound upon his forearm, seeming to examine the wound for a moment as a light winch left his breath. But when he heard the young man’s voice from the doorway leading to the storage room, his eyes snapped open before his gaze almost immediately locked onto the young man, his emerald gaze wide at first before it sharpened as a low growl slipped beneath his breath.

“Oh...it’s you.”

He said this before he seemed to hide his injured arm from the young man’s view, as if he thinks he hasn’t noticed already.

“How many times do I have to tell you stay out of my house.”

His tone held a strong amount of aggression, after all...this is the man who constantly breaks into his house, the man who constantly tries to steal from him, the man who breaks his windows and makes a general mess out of the place. So aggression is to be expected, considering his past experiences with him.

Though, it is a bit strange...to actually hear the young man talk while he’s near by. Usually he tries his best to avoid his attention, tries his best to sneak into the depths of this...maze of a house. But this time, he decided to gain his attention.

...Why...

Why would he try to get his attention? Perhaps he noticed the wound more so than he thought? Or maybe he’s simply trying to play some sort of trick on him...which could be possible. In truth...it’s hard to tell with him sometimes.

It’s always hard to determine what exactly a trouble maker will do if one does not assume.

[justyourneighbor]

⚠ [pesky-Neighbor]

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Drops of crimson marked the deep green blades of grass, the deep red coloring almost seeming to stand out…yet blend in from a distance, within the grass’s green coloration. These drops of crimson seeming to lead one towards the back porch, a smear of red marking the handle for the door nob, the door seeming to have been left open ever so slightly. 

This trail leads into the house, though it’s hard to tell exactly where with the lights seeming to have been turned off…for what reason, that is unknown. But what is known…is that someone managed to get injured. 

If one would look through a window, they would see Charles, or simply, the neighbor to some, holding onto his arm, blood slowly dripping the forearm of said arm, his left hand keeping a firm grip on the wound. 

He stood there for a moment, leaning against the wall before he used his shoulder to open the door towards the kitchen. A grunt leaving his breath as he did so.

[justyourneighbor]

🐺? (Only if you wish, sorry its an old ask meme haha)

or send 🐺?  for your muse to become a werewolf for one thread

(( I like this meme, honestly I have no problem with people sending memes that aren’t the ones I recently reblogged, so no need to worry. ))

A thick fog laid upon the chilled ground, the moon’s eerie, nearly golden light being the only true source of light in the nearly pitch black darkness of the night. Charles walked along the side of the road, enjoying the slight chill within the night time air, for it was chilly…but not so much so as to force one to retreat into their homes tonight.

He soon stopped, looking up at the star filled sky, looking towards the moon hanging high within it’s place in the heavens, soon taking in a single breath before releasing it, a line of smoke-like fog leaving his nostrils as he lets out a light sight of content.

Though…he began to have a strange feeling…a very…odd feeling…like he was being watched by someone…or something. He looked around, instinctively looking towards the house across from his own before he furrowed his brows, tilting his head when he noticed that the trouble maker wasn’t even out tonight, that being evident from the shine of the T.V.’s light shining in his living room.

He lowered his head slightly, soon looking over his shoulder before he heard a noise not too far from him. This caused him to spin around towards this sound, his gaze sharpened into a glare, squinting a bit as he tried to see what exactly made that noise. Soon enough he took the flashlight on his belt, keeping such a device on his person just in case it got too dark for him to see properly, and turned it on, shining it towards where he thought the noise came from before taking a single step forward cautiously.

[contractsandsyringes]

Hearing the tone, he looked over, his eyes just barely reflecting. He knew if he moved anywhere now he woukd be caught either way. So, taking a lucky shot, he walked forward. His stance in his eyes showing no true aggression besides the mild annoance of his poor vision. Once a couple yards away he paused, sitting down as he slightly lowered his head, mostly trying to avoid the harsh light.

A low grumble escaped him, he found ir hard to form words he wished to speak, the new voice left the man unable to properly speak. His tail curled tight to his side, after all, this was the man’s home and his land of owner ship.

The white and silver fur made an aged look to the beast, almost similar to his human hair that had started to slightly grey as of recent time. His eyes a striking yellow that almost seemed human in the way they moved and expressed with how he was trying to speak and communicate.

As he using the mostly sticky paw to lightly pat the ground in front of him, he tried showing the substance that stuck his paw toes together. Maybe..just maybe if he played nice he might be spared future aggression or a swift boot off like the pesky man across the road.

[justyourneighbor]

As the wolf emerged into his view, his eyes widened, a light grunt of surprise leaving him before he took an instinctive step back, not expecting an animal-like creature to come into the flash’s lights beam. Though he didn’t hear any growling...and the beast didn’t seem to bare his teeth, he still remained cautious, knowing how quickly a creature like the one before him could turn vicious. After all, wolves are not like dogs, they’ve never knew humans as care takers and commanders...a wolf would most likely see a human as prey.

Though...the beast seemed to act more...docile...then aggressive. But there was a sign of slight aggression, though it seemed to be more annoyance then anything else. It’s understandable how a wolf could be annoyed by a flashlight, considering they’re not used to such bright lights shining towards them.

Though the beast also looked far different from any wolf he’s seen before. He was nearly completely white...and seemed to be far bigger than a wolf would normally be. The wolf’s eyes also looked more...human than a typical wolf’s eye...which was...truly interesting.

He couldn’t help but take a cautious step forward as he looked at the beast, hearing him grumble...something. He couldn’t really understand it...but it almost seemed like he was trying to talk, but couldn’t. This caused his brows to furrow in confusion before he noticed the wolf pawing at the ground. 

He looked at his paw, noticing the familiar shine of glue sticking to said paw. Then he looked towards the beasts face, lowering the flash light slightly in an attempt to keep it from shining directly into the wolf’s eyes. 

After all he doesn’t want to anger him...the last thing he needs is to be mauled by a wolf.

“Well...hello there big fella...you seem to be rather far from home..don’t you? ...”

He looked at the wolf’s paw again.

“I take it you got curious about the glue huh?”

The way he talked, it was as if he was talking to a literal animal, though he didn’t use baby talk in the slightest, but he did try to sound calm and comforting. After all, it wouldn’t be good to scare the beast now. That....and he doesn’t seem to realize just what beast he truly was.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

[justyourneighbor]

⚠

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Crimson drops of blood mark the deep green blades of grass beyond a white picnic fence, these drops seeming to make a trail towards the form of a shattered window, the blood marking the white frame of said window. This window sat within right side of the house, the center one of the three tall windows that sat there.

 It’s difficult to see where exactly the trail began or where it ended…for it does go into the house…but it also seems to go around the other side of the house.

It also seems that there was some form of chaos that occurred here, with shards of glass laying within the yard, boxes scattered about, a frying pan half hanging within a broken window frame, and even a chair just laying within the corner leading to the back yard.

If one were to go to the other side of the house, they would find Charles, letting out a grunt as he leaned against the small wall in between his backdoor and the other backdoor that seems to be more on the side of his house. He seemed to keep his head lowered, letting out an irritated growl as he examined his arm, which seemed to have been slashed opened, quite badly too. 

[shadowgirl87-deactivated2018050]

As shadow followed the trail, she got worried. When she finally got to the end she looked at him. Her grayish eye looking at him.

“Charles!” She yelled as she ran over to him, “Oh fuck! Are you ok?”

She seemed really worried now. She gotten this hurt before but she different for other people. She just healed up.

[justyourneighbor]

His eyes seemed to almost immediately lock onto her as she shouted, his gaze sharpened into a rather deadly glare. At least this was at first, but when he recognized her, his gaze softened slightly before he lifted himself off of the side of the house. 

“...I’m fine...but that little bastard won’t be.”

He says this before he muffles a grunt of pain, soon straightening out his back, his eyes sharpening once again as they shifted about, searching for any signs of movement or any signs of movement...any signs of the trouble maker. 

He seemed to be a bit grumpy...to say the least, from the aggression in his tone, the glare he keeps wearing. Though he also seemed to be pained too, yet he seemed to try to ignore it. 

It seems this particular chase was one of the more eventful ones.

[justyourneighbor]

🐺? (Only if you wish, sorry its an old ask meme haha)

or send 🐺?  for your muse to become a werewolf for one thread

(( I like this meme, honestly I have no problem with people sending memes that aren’t the ones I recently reblogged, so no need to worry. ))

A thick fog laid upon the chilled ground, the moon’s eerie, nearly golden light being the only true source of light in the nearly pitch black darkness of the night. Charles walked along the side of the road, enjoying the slight chill within the night time air, for it was chilly…but not so much so as to force one to retreat into their homes tonight.

He soon stopped, looking up at the star filled sky, looking towards the moon hanging high within it’s place in the heavens, soon taking in a single breath before releasing it, a line of smoke-like fog leaving his nostrils as he lets out a light sight of content.

Though…he began to have a strange feeling…a very…odd feeling…like he was being watched by someone…or something. He looked around, instinctively looking towards the house across from his own before he furrowed his brows, tilting his head when he noticed that the trouble maker wasn’t even out tonight, that being evident from the shine of the T.V.’s light shining in his living room.

He lowered his head slightly, soon looking over his shoulder before he heard a noise not too far from him. This caused him to spin around towards this sound, his gaze sharpened into a glare, squinting a bit as he tried to see what exactly made that noise. Soon enough he took the flashlight on his belt, keeping such a device on his person just in case it got too dark for him to see properly, and turned it on, shining it towards where he thought the noise came from before taking a single step forward cautiously.

[contractsandsyringes]

Not far off the beast watched, breathing a hit heavy as his overloaded mind tried putting together what had happened. Slowly treading again to find his own home, hoping his nose would lead him proper. Though the movement of light made him pause and look. Was he being followed? Or was he being hunted?

Not risking the fact of turning his back again he stalked behind the male for a few seconds before pausing. His tail straight out and his ears now back, the colors blurred with the lights and other odd mixtures, his mind trying once again to spot the man in front of him out of the nearly monochrome vision he did have.

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from his chest as his focus came and went. As he stepped closer to try and find the man who laid in plain view, he couldn’t help but sink lower, hoping maybe if he remained close enough to the ground he just might slip from sight. Any logical person would think like wise but…he wasnt all that bright when in this state of mind.

[justyourneighbor]

Charles narrowed his gaze, peering into the storage room for a moment, seeing all the doors closed, he lets out a light hum as he listened carefully to his surroundings, trying to find any signs of movement near him. He couldn’t help but furrow his brows when he heard the light crunching of grass behind him, his emerald gaze soon sharpening as he looked behind him and shined the flash light into his yard. 

The look in his eyes…it did not seem like he was very happy about a possible intruder on his property. His eyes shifting about as he stood still for a mere moment, slowly shining the flashlight’s light across the small bit of his yard the light could reach. Soon enough, he took cautious steps forward…the feeling of…something…watching him causing him to grow slightly anxious and suspicious. 

Walking forward, he examined the fence in between his yard and his neighbor’s yard…the neighbor that didn’t annoy him to no end that is. He was uncertain and unknowing just what laid within the shadows…he just knew that…there was something here…or someone…he hopes it’s the later…for the things that lurk within the dark here…are commonly far worse then just trespassers from his own experience

The flash light’s light shimmered against the metallic surface of one of the bear traps he set up in his yard, his gaze soon turning into a glare when he noticed it was closed…though unfortunately it didn’t seem to actually catch anything, or fortunately for the beast, but it certainly confirmed there was someone here.

[contractsandsyringes]

A small guilt pinched him, he knew the man’s goal was to keep the intruders out and that normally a sprung trap meant trouble. But as the light kept his vision detoured away from true distance relation, he wondered forward. His paws lightly crunching dead grass but very slowly, just incase.

But his luck was the left over glue, the semi dry mixture like mud around his front paw as he tried cleaning it off by wiping the ground. Not even able to spread his toes to get rid of it. As he became more worried about the glue, he took a lucky bet and tried using his mouth to berid of the sticky substance.

Sitting down as he hoped he wasn’t too close to the house, he worked at the paw. Hard to tell where it started due to the match if white on white.

[justyourneighbor]

He lets out a light grunt as he heard the sound of ...something...dragging across the ground...for a moment, but it soon stopped. He shined the flash light in the direction of were the noise emitted from, squinting slightly as he tried to see what was lurking about. 

But as he looked...there was nothing there...but there was a slight sound...one that he couldn’t quite determine. He decided that silence wasn’t going to help him in this matter...considering that he couldn’t really see much that the flash light didn’t shine upon.

“I can hear you out there, where ever you are. I know you’re there.”

His tone held a strong vibe of aggression with a hint of uncertainty...which is understandable...considering he didn’t even know if he was actually talking to a person. There are feral dogs that roam about...but yet he never known a feral dog to be as sneaky as whatever...or whoever, decided to wander into his yard.

 Then again...feral animals do at least try to keep away from people if they can...though a feral dog would have most likely gotten snared by the bear trap...most normal animals would have...which makes it even stranger and alarming to him.

He just hopes that he isn’t setting himself up for an ambush by talking.

[justyourneighbor]

🐺? -redcapedrouge ((its works beeacause I mean, he worships the dread wolf so having a wolf form maybe is a blessing? ))

or send 🐺?  for your muse to become a werewolf for one thread

The full moon hung highly in the foggy night time sky, it’s eerie almost golden light shining brightly within it’s place within the heavens. Charles was out in the front yard, looking up towards the sky as he lets out a single, fog filled breath, keeping his arms crossed before he lets out a light shiver.

The only problem with the seasons changing…is the fact that things either get a lot colder…or a lot warmer, which can make it difficult to roam about when one doesn’t have a coat on.

Feeling the cold beginning to bite into his skin, he decided to go into his house, deciding that perhaps something warm will help him calm down better then shivering in the cold night. As he went into his house…he could feel a strange…vibe the moment he walked in. Stranger than usual…which…was definitely unnerving.

He went up towards the boarded up door, checking the heavy planks and the key card device, noticing that it looked untouched from how he left it. Good…so it’s not from…there.

He narrowed his gaze slightly as he looked down the hallway, hearing a strange sound coming from within the ever consuming shadows of his darkened house. Going into his kitchen, he grabbed a flashlight from the shelf, turning it on as he walked down the hall cautiously, pressing the light switch to give him a better view of his surroundings. His emerald eyes scanned the area, staying alert and listening closely for anymore strange sounds.

[redcapedrouge]

Normally Tyuu could be found walking around the house, he seemed to always be more awake at night, and even during the day he seemed to make it his job to stick near you. But for the past few days the elf had been on edge, destancing himself, and even going as far to start to lock the door of the room he had been mostly staying in.

And that’s where the sound was coming from, a sound like claws on wood, growling, and the like. The door as it had been recently, was locked. And for good reason, as tonight the moon and the sudden changes had caught him off guard, he was lucky he had managed to get into and lock the room before he started to change.

What once was Tyuu, now was a bright red furred wolf, green eyes, four of them, looked around the room, as he shook off the initial drowsiness that hit after the transformation. Amongst his red fur, his vallaslin was still visible, a dark contrast to his red fur. Tyuu gave a small whine, not only now was his predator instincts kicking in, but now, he had forgotten he shared a house with you! Now the wolf was worried, he didn’t want to scare you with this!

[justyourneighbor]

Charles heard what sounded like…a canine…whimpering? …That was certainly not a sound he expected to hear within his house. He cautiously followed this strange whining, tightening his grip upon his flashlight before his emerald gaze sharpened greatly as he came across the room Tyuu has been locking himself within.

He furrowed his brows before he knocked on the door, not realizing what occurred to him, wanting to see if he was alright. After all…whimpering…it commonly is associated with crying or something of like, according to his own experience with such sounds. Though it was odd that it sounded …canine-like.

“Tyuu?…Are you okay? …I know you probably want to be alone, but…I’m beginning to worry…you’ve been off as of late…I..just want to make sure you’re okay.”

He awaited an answer from the elf….unaware of the situation and the current …condition…that the elf is in. After all….how would he know that he’s not even speaking to a human…or an elf in this case….anymore? According to him…he’s still physically normal.

[redcapedrouge]

Tyuu nearly jumped out of his fur at the sound of your voice. Oh shit. He had no idea what to do! He couldn’t even speak! He couldn’t do anything! Maybe act like a stray? That Tyuu took in? Leave a note to make it seem like that? Wait, no opposable thumbs, scrap that idea.

The now wolf paced around, the small click-clack of his nails could be heard clearly, he huffed in frusteration, maybe if he just acted like he was a dog that somehow had gotten in? Would you buy it? Probably not, but it was better then making you worried.

And so, the now wolf came closer to the door and pawed at it, making it sound just like a dog that wanted out, of the room it was in. He would explain this when he was back to a elf, but right now, he really couldn’t do much. Maybe you would notice how he looked and make the connection? (His cape was still on him, having not been able to be ripped when he transformed) He was unsure, but he hoped you wouldn’t try to hurt him or anything.

[justyourneighbor]

His brows seemed to furrow more somehow when he heard no response from the elf...but he did hear...clicking? Not the clicking of gears or plastic...nothing like that...but it almost sounded like...claws. His gaze widened slightly before he readied to knock on the door again, concern beginning to override his rational thoughts...for a moment any way.

“Tyuu?”

His tone sounded slightly more urgent and as he raised his hand to knock harder on the door, he heard the sound of...pawing? This caused him to pause in his actions and raise a brow out of a mixture of curiosity and confusion. He couldn’t help but blink once before he listened for a bit more before his gaze narrowed, soon slamming into the door, the loud sound of the door being slammed sounding out clearly into the ears the canine. Such a sound is loud for a human...so one could only imagine how loud it must be for a canine. 

The door soon flew open as Charles ran into the room, looking around before he shouted.

“Tyuu?! Are you-...”

 He paused in his sentence as he spotted the canine, his eyes widening before he blinked a couple of times...seeming to just...stare at the canine for a good moment. He looked around the room, trying to see if he could spot the elf anywhere...but...he didn’t seem to be around...then he focused his gaze on the canine, his brows soon furrowing before he tilted his head.

“...A...wolf..?”

He couldn’t help but take a step back, his eyes soon narrowing as he watched the canine’s movements cautiously...knowing that wolves can be very dangerous and very vicious if they should choose to be. He noticed that this wolf looked...odd...and seemed to be much bigger than any wolf he’s heard of before. From it’s red fur...to it’s...strange eyes. It was interesting...but very confusing to him.

“...Hello there, you...seem to be awfully far away from home, aren’t you?”

He said this, seeming to try to use a calm voice as he spoke towards the wolf, not realizing that this wolf...was no ordinary wolf.

[justyourneighbor]

🐺? (Only if you wish, sorry its an old ask meme haha)

or send 🐺?  for your muse to become a werewolf for one thread

(( I like this meme, honestly I have no problem with people sending memes that aren’t the ones I recently reblogged, so no need to worry. ))

A thick fog laid upon the chilled ground, the moon’s eerie, nearly golden light being the only true source of light in the nearly pitch black darkness of the night. Charles walked along the side of the road, enjoying the slight chill within the night time air, for it was chilly…but not so much so as to force one to retreat into their homes tonight.

He soon stopped, looking up at the star filled sky, looking towards the moon hanging high within it’s place in the heavens, soon taking in a single breath before releasing it, a line of smoke-like fog leaving his nostrils as he lets out a light sight of content.

Though…he began to have a strange feeling…a very…odd feeling…like he was being watched by someone…or something. He looked around, instinctively looking towards the house across from his own before he furrowed his brows, tilting his head when he noticed that the trouble maker wasn’t even out tonight, that being evident from the shine of the T.V.’s light shining in his living room.

He lowered his head slightly, soon looking over his shoulder before he heard a noise not too far from him. This caused him to spin around towards this sound, his gaze sharpened into a glare, squinting a bit as he tried to see what exactly made that noise. Soon enough he took the flashlight on his belt, keeping such a device on his person just in case it got too dark for him to see properly, and turned it on, shining it towards where he thought the noise came from before taking a single step forward cautiously.

[contractsandsyringes]

Not far off the beast watched, breathing a hit heavy as his overloaded mind tried putting together what had happened. Slowly treading again to find his own home, hoping his nose would lead him proper. Though the movement of light made him pause and look. Was he being followed? Or was he being hunted?

Not risking the fact of turning his back again he stalked behind the male for a few seconds before pausing. His tail straight out and his ears now back, the colors blurred with the lights and other odd mixtures, his mind trying once again to spot the man in front of him out of the nearly monochrome vision he did have.

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from his chest as his focus came and went. As he stepped closer to try and find the man who laid in plain view, he couldn’t help but sink lower, hoping maybe if he remained close enough to the ground he just might slip from sight. Any logical person would think like wise but…he wasnt all that bright when in this state of mind.

[justyourneighbor]

Charles narrowed his gaze, peering into the storage room for a moment, seeing all the doors closed, he lets out a light hum as he listened carefully to his surroundings, trying to find any signs of movement near him. He couldn’t help but furrow his brows when he heard the light crunching of grass behind him, his emerald gaze soon sharpening as he looked behind him and shined the flash light into his yard. 

The look in his eyes…it did not seem like he was very happy about a possible intruder on his property. His eyes shifting about as he stood still for a mere moment, slowly shining the flashlight’s light across the small bit of his yard the light could reach. Soon enough, he took cautious steps forward…the feeling of…something…watching him causing him to grow slightly anxious and suspicious. 

Walking forward, he examined the fence in between his yard and his neighbor’s yard…the neighbor that didn’t annoy him to no end that is. He was uncertain and unknowing just what laid within the shadows…he just knew that…there was something here…or someone…he hopes it’s the later…for the things that lurk within the dark here…are commonly far worse then just trespassers from his own experience

The flash light’s light shimmered against the metallic surface of one of the bear traps he set up in his yard, his gaze soon turning into a glare when he noticed it was closed…though unfortunately it didn’t seem to actually catch anything, or fortunately for the beast, but it certainly confirmed there was someone here.

[justyourneighbor]

It was a cold winter night. The moon is full out. When Suddenly a door slams shut. There the sound of someone running then it stops. A door opens then slams shut.

Charles’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the first slam, letting out a grunt of surprise as he sat up in his bed, his eyes almost immediately skimming the room as he tried his best to locate where the slam occurred. 

Then…he heard the footsteps, his emerald eyes sharpening as he quickly jumped out of his bed and began to look around, looking up and to the sides before he heard the second door slam, this slam causing him to pause as he focused his gaze on the door that leads into the hallway leading to the entrance of his house, the entrances to his living room, the archway to his kitchen, to the elevator shaft, and the steps leading upstairs next to the wall of boxes he has.

He looked around the hallway, instinctively going to check the boarded up door first as he carefully examined the halls for any sign of movement. He also listened carefully, attempting to pin-point exactly where these sounds were coming from.

[justyourneighbor]

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Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Crimson drops of blood mark the deep green blades of grass beyond a white picnic fence, these drops seeming to make a trail towards the form of a shattered window, the blood marking the white frame of said window. This window sat within right side of the house, the center one of the three tall windows that sat there.

 It’s difficult to see where exactly the trail began or where it ended…for it does go into the house…but it also seems to go around the other side of the house.

It also seems that there was some form of chaos that occurred here, with shards of glass laying within the yard, boxes scattered about, a frying pan half hanging within a broken window frame, and even a chair just laying within the corner leading to the back yard.

If one were to go to the other side of the house, they would find Charles, letting out a grunt as he leaned against the small wall in between his backdoor and the other backdoor that seems to be more on the side of his house. He seemed to keep his head lowered, letting out an irritated growl as he examined his arm, which seemed to have been slashed opened, quite badly too. 

[angstmemes]

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

- submitted by anonymous

[justyourneighbor]

What lurks in the dark

[sinnnieren]

Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun