the whisper.

whisp for short. whisper for medium. they/them pronouns preferred. active since 1980.

[maskedwhisper]

(ooc) tw for torture and violence for like. this whole blog

[maskedwhisper]

*Explodes into a mess of gore.*

hip hip hooray!!

[maskedwhisper]

Thoughts on the sound of someone choking on their own blood? Like when folks cough up blood

peak, as the kids say.

[maskedwhisper]

You.. have a kid? You? The slasher monster?

yes. why is that so hard to believe?

[maskedwhisper]

Why don't you hate them?

my daughter is one.

[maskedwhisper]

Do you hate ghosts?

of course not.

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is suprised to see how far it's gotten so far, but it still hurts and burns]

[maskedwhisper]

(As it rises to her calves, thighs, then waist, one gets the feeling it isn’t following the rules of physics.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She's going to drown in acid. It's enough to make her sob]

[maskedwhisper]

(If she looks down as it rises to just below her chest, she might notice that far too many bones are visible.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She screams and sobs from both the pain and the sight]

[maskedwhisper]

i thought it was a fitting end for a chemist. any last words?

(Their voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

You're a monster!

[maskedwhisper]

i was hoping for something more original. oh well.

(The acid rises further, burning into her vital organs. It’s completely clear, so Bliklotep won’t miss a thing.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She screams, only stopping when it burns into her lungs and she can barley breathe anymore]

[maskedwhisper]

(It stops rising just below her neck.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[And yet it still burns and burns and burns, until there is nothing left to burn through anymore]

[maskedwhisper]

(Suddenly, it all disappears, finally letting her drop to the ground.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is suprised to see how far it's gotten so far, but it still hurts and burns]

[maskedwhisper]

(As it rises to her calves, thighs, then waist, one gets the feeling it isn’t following the rules of physics.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She's going to drown in acid. It's enough to make her sob]

[maskedwhisper]

(If she looks down as it rises to just below her chest, she might notice that far too many bones are visible.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She screams and sobs from both the pain and the sight]

[maskedwhisper]

i thought it was a fitting end for a chemist. any last words?

(Their voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

You're a monster!

[maskedwhisper]

i was hoping for something more original. oh well.

(The acid rises further, burning into her vital organs. It’s completely clear, so Bliklotep won’t miss a thing.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She screams, only stopping when it burns into her lungs and she can barley breathe anymore]

[maskedwhisper]

(It stops rising just below her neck.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is suprised to see how far it's gotten so far, but it still hurts and burns]

[maskedwhisper]

(As it rises to her calves, thighs, then waist, one gets the feeling it isn’t following the rules of physics.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She's going to drown in acid. It's enough to make her sob]

[maskedwhisper]

(If she looks down as it rises to just below her chest, she might notice that far too many bones are visible.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She screams and sobs from both the pain and the sight]

[maskedwhisper]

i thought it was a fitting end for a chemist. any last words?

(Their voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

You're a monster!

[maskedwhisper]

i was hoping for something more original. oh well.

(The acid rises further, burning into her vital organs. It’s completely clear, so Bliklotep won’t miss a thing.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is suprised to see how far it's gotten so far, but it still hurts and burns]

[maskedwhisper]

(As it rises to her calves, thighs, then waist, one gets the feeling it isn’t following the rules of physics.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She's going to drown in acid. It's enough to make her sob]

[maskedwhisper]

(If she looks down as it rises to just below her chest, she might notice that far too many bones are visible.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She screams and sobs from both the pain and the sight]

[maskedwhisper]

i thought it was a fitting end for a chemist. any last words?

(Their voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is suprised to see how far it's gotten so far, but it still hurts and burns]

[maskedwhisper]

(As it rises to her calves, thighs, then waist, one gets the feeling it isn’t following the rules of physics.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She's going to drown in acid. It's enough to make her sob]

[maskedwhisper]

(If she looks down as it rises to just below her chest, she might notice that far too many bones are visible.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is suprised to see how far it's gotten so far, but it still hurts and burns]

[maskedwhisper]

(As it rises to her calves, thighs, then waist, one gets the feeling it isn’t following the rules of physics.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[The acid hurts and burns and Liz can only pray it'll be over soon. But it won't]

[maskedwhisper]

(Even now, it’s barely past her ankles. Something prevents her from falling over and ending it sooner.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Help! Someone help!

[It's a fruitless attempt as no one else is here, but she screams anyways]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s a strong chemical smell that would burn one’s nostrils.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She keeps screaming. She tries to find something to jump onto the room, anything]

[maskedwhisper]

(There’s nothing. Even as the acid rises, she’s unable to black out from the pain.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz screams at the feeling of burning. She kicks off her shoes and tries to get away from the liquid]

[maskedwhisper]

(That makes it worse, as it begins eating through her socks and skin, as well.)

[maskedwhisper]

[This time the Watcher demands Violence and Death - of course, the death is to come after a long, painful show.]

[And what a stroke of luck that Liz Cunningham should be taking a nice, if conscious, little walk in the woods.]

@elizabeth-cunnigham

(They laugh to themself. Finally, they get to kill someone from Clivesdale!)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz continues her walk, not hearing the laugh. So unaware about what's about to happen from her]

[maskedwhisper]

(They focus on making the Witchwood into a loop for her, so she’s unable to leave. Hasn’t she passed by that rock before?)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz is starting to worry, but tries to brush it off. But few rounds later, and she has to admit she's definintley lost. Maybe she could call for help]

Hello? Is anyone out here?

[maskedwhisper]

(A figure approaches her, giving a friendly wave.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She sighs, relieved someone else is here]

Oh, thank goodness. Hi, could you help? I'm kind of lost here?

[maskedwhisper]

(They tilt their head, then nod, beckoning her to follow them.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Something in her reminds her that the last time she followed someone into the woods it didn't end well. But that was over a year ago, and surely it won't happen again. She follows them]

[maskedwhisper]

(The trees seem to shrink around them, resembling a cage.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz looks around as she notices it happening. That can't be good]

Um...I think somethings wrong with the trees?

[maskedwhisper]

(They shake their head, leading her to a cabin.)

i have a phone in there.

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

Oh, good! I can call the emergency services and tell them where I am.

[maskedwhisper]

(They nod, gesturing for her to go inside.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[She smiles, heading on it]

[maskedwhisper]

(The door seems to disappear as Whisper follows her in. None of the windows visible from the outside seem to exist. Something is written on the wall in what looks like old, dried blood:)

WELCOME, CHEMIST

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz freezes when she sees the writing. She tries to run for the door, only to see it's gone. Any way out is gone]

W-what- what is this?

[maskedwhisper]

welcome to your own personal hell, chemist.

(Under the mask, one gets the impression they’re grinning.)

[elizabeth-cunnigham]

[Liz tries to back away]

P-please, I-I haven't done anything! I moved here years ago!

[maskedwhisper]

(They vanish. An odd liquid begins pouring into the room. It starts burning through her shoes.)