[ The Spectre ]

[ My name is Specter and I am EVIL ] -ASK/RP BLOG OR WHATEVA-

[spookyscaryspectre]

[ Spoiky… ]

|| RP/ASK Blog for the Spectre!! Isn’t that cool guys || I will try to be in character as much as I can, but I might be innacurate because I don’t usually play characters that are this evil/scary.. (ooc) || IN CHARACTER TEXT: print{{“text”}} || OOC TEXT: //text || Pronouns are basically anything (but if u don’t know which to pick just use it/its) || ANY TYPE OF ASK IS ALLOWED!! Except for NSFW (both because of that fact I don’t want that stuff in my inbox and because I think the Spectre would be repulsed by it) ANONS:🪶🎸, 🎧🌱

[spookyscaryspectre]

I’m so edgy oooo

[spookyscaryspectre]

"Hey! Hi hi hi! Spectre guy! When is the next round gonna be? I wanna play with the survivors again!" Antag rushed up to Spectre tag wagging up a storm. @protag-n-antag

print{{“It is a surprise. Your time to ‘play’ will come soon.”}}

[*It simply looks down at Antag, its form slightly distorted. One’s eyes would hurt if you looked at it for too long.*]

[spookyscaryspectre]

pssst, a bird tolted me that you're lookibg for survivors riiiighttttt? i had heard about a Two Time near from there hehehe. dont tell anyone i tolded you, but its called @2doubletime2

-a random anon that i dont think it will come again, or idk

print{{“Two Time, ah… that’s the one who sacrificed their partner, correct? I think I’ll have a ‘talk’ with them soon.”}}

[spookyscaryspectre]

ooo ticklling you.........ooooo.....scary............woah..............

-you know damn well who

print{{“I demand that you cease this ‘tickling’ activity of yours.”}}

[spookyscaryspectre]

((ggguuuuhh)) ((i hafe no other. ideafs))

The demolitionist gave a rlly faint hiss, wondering what they were doing in this strange dimension

Their wings were spread out, feathers raised as if they were on high alert (which.. they probably are;;;)

[ @demoleetionist ]

[*The environment was a twisted, cursed version of the previous setting (the somewhat peaceful and comfortable cabin where the rest of the survivors stayed). The trees were scarred and gnarled, the sky a sickening amalgamation of reds and blacks. It’d hurt your eyes if you’d look too long.*]

[*The Spectre’s presence lingered around the tree line. It spotted the demolitionist, its jagged shapening of a form softening briefly in delight. It had wanted to get a grip on the avian for a long while now—it had just only now been able to get a hold of them. It’s ‘eyes’ narrowed as to focus on the demolitionist.*]

[*It materializes behind Taph, its form slightly distorted. It’s now noticeable presence instilled a feeling of fear in the demolitionist.*]

print{{“Ah. Little bird.. I have been wanting to have a “talk” with you for a while. Do close those wings.. I will deal with those later. We do not need them right now.”}}

[*It’s voice was calm, tone almost teasing.*]

[demoleetionist]

The trapper turned around, flinching at the sudden sight of the Spectre.

<What could it possibly want from me?>

They thought, hesitantly folding back the feathery expanses. Their feathers were still raised but not as much as before

Taking a few breaths, she signed–

🤨🫵🤌❓️

<What do you want?>

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*It stares. After a moment, it speaks.*]

print{{“What do I want? Why.. I heard a certain little birdie was.. how do I put it? Oh yeah… ticklish. I’ve gotten Chance and Dusekkar already. You’re just next on the chopping block. Nothing personal, really.”}}

[*The being’s form circles around Taph like a cursed mist—as if purposefully trying to put them on edge. I mean, why wouldn’t it? It’s what it practically lived for, after all.*]

print{{“Now. About those wings….”}}

[*Oh no.]*

[demoleetionist]

Taph flinched, their wings almost immediately wrapping around their body

They were noticeably trembling, finally figuring out on what it is about to do to them

They were.. flustered, to say the least. Doesn't it feed off pain?

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*As if reading the avian’s mind, the Spectre speaks.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do feed off of pain. I can feed on other things, but it’s just.. not as filling, per se. But this new “tickle” thing.. it fascinates me. So, I am tolerating it for now. And by “tolerating” it, I am getting my fair share of targets.”}}

[*It shrinks down slightly (to about a foot and a half taller than Taph) to get better reach. A tentacle it summoned from the ground sprung up and wrapped around Taph’s waist constrictively (like a boa constrictor, just not as deadly(?)).*]

print{{“Open your wings. If you do so, I’ll consider going easy on you.”}}

[demoleetionist]

They panicked, spreading out their wings once more (albeit hesitant)

Their hands held onto the tentacle, already anticipating whats next. Their breathing was notably laced with giggles followed by a vague coo

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*It seemed surprised at the obedience. Normally, t’s victims would respond with much struggle. It wasn’t unwelcome, though. Another pair of tentacles reached up towards Taph’s wings slowly, as if purposefully drawing out anticipation. It held them just shy of the wings before speaking.*]

print{{“I did not expect for you to obey so easily. As a man(?) of my word.. I shall be merciful.”}}

[*The “slightly merciful” part went unsaid. With no warning, the tentacles sprung on Taph’s wings and officially started the tickling. Although merciful (in the Spectre’s view, ofc), it was still intense.*]

[spookyscaryspectre]

((ggguuuuhh)) ((i hafe no other. ideafs))

The demolitionist gave a rlly faint hiss, wondering what they were doing in this strange dimension

Their wings were spread out, feathers raised as if they were on high alert (which.. they probably are;;;)

[ @demoleetionist ]

[*The environment was a twisted, cursed version of the previous setting (the somewhat peaceful and comfortable cabin where the rest of the survivors stayed). The trees were scarred and gnarled, the sky a sickening amalgamation of reds and blacks. It’d hurt your eyes if you’d look too long.*]

[*The Spectre’s presence lingered around the tree line. It spotted the demolitionist, its jagged shapening of a form softening briefly in delight. It had wanted to get a grip on the avian for a long while now—it had just only now been able to get a hold of them. It’s ‘eyes’ narrowed as to focus on the demolitionist.*]

[*It materializes behind Taph, its form slightly distorted. It’s now noticeable presence instilled a feeling of fear in the demolitionist.*]

print{{“Ah. Little bird.. I have been wanting to have a “talk” with you for a while. Do close those wings.. I will deal with those later. We do not need them right now.”}}

[*It’s voice was calm, tone almost teasing.*]

[demoleetionist]

The trapper turned around, flinching at the sudden sight of the Spectre.

<What could it possibly want from me?>

They thought, hesitantly folding back the feathery expanses. Their feathers were still raised but not as much as before

Taking a few breaths, she signed–

🤨🫵🤌❓️

<What do you want?>

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*It stares. After a moment, it speaks.*]

print{{“What do I want? Why.. I heard a certain little birdie was.. how do I put it? Oh yeah… ticklish. I’ve gotten Chance and Dusekkar already. You’re just next on the chopping block. Nothing personal, really.”}}

[*The being’s form circles around Taph like a cursed mist—as if purposefully trying to put them on edge. I mean, why wouldn’t it? It’s what it practically lived for, after all.*]

print{{“Now. About those wings….”}}

[*Oh no.]*

[demoleetionist]

Taph flinched, their wings almost immediately wrapping around their body

They were noticeably trembling, finally figuring out on what it is about to do to them

They were.. flustered, to say the least. Doesn't it feed off pain?

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*As if reading the avian’s mind, the Spectre speaks.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do feed off of pain. I can feed on other things, but it’s just.. not as filling, per se. But this new “tickle” thing.. it fascinates me. So, I am tolerating it for now. And by “tolerating” it, I am getting my fair share of targets.”}}

[*It shrinks down slightly (to about a foot and a half taller than Taph) to get better reach. A tentacle it summoned from the ground sprung up and wrapped around Taph’s waist constrictively (like a boa constrictor, just not as deadly(?)).*]

print{{“Open your wings. If you do so, I’ll consider going easy on you.”}}

[spookyscaryspectre]

((ggguuuuhh)) ((i hafe no other. ideafs))

The demolitionist gave a rlly faint hiss, wondering what they were doing in this strange dimension

Their wings were spread out, feathers raised as if they were on high alert (which.. they probably are;;;)

[ @demoleetionist ]

[*The environment was a twisted, cursed version of the previous setting (the somewhat peaceful and comfortable cabin where the rest of the survivors stayed). The trees were scarred and gnarled, the sky a sickening amalgamation of reds and blacks. It’d hurt your eyes if you’d look too long.*]

[*The Spectre’s presence lingered around the tree line. It spotted the demolitionist, its jagged shapening of a form softening briefly in delight. It had wanted to get a grip on the avian for a long while now—it had just only now been able to get a hold of them. It’s ‘eyes’ narrowed as to focus on the demolitionist.*]

[*It materializes behind Taph, its form slightly distorted. It’s now noticeable presence instilled a feeling of fear in the demolitionist.*]

print{{“Ah. Little bird.. I have been wanting to have a “talk” with you for a while. Do close those wings.. I will deal with those later. We do not need them right now.”}}

[*It’s voice was calm, tone almost teasing.*]

[demoleetionist]

The trapper turned around, flinching at the sudden sight of the Spectre.

<What could it possibly want from me?>

They thought, hesitantly folding back the feathery expanses. Their feathers were still raised but not as much as before

Taking a few breaths, she signed–

🤨🫵🤌❓️

<What do you want?>

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*It stares. After a moment, it speaks.*]

print{{“What do I want? Why.. I heard a certain little birdie was.. how do I put it? Oh yeah… ticklish. I’ve gotten Chance and Dusekkar already. You’re just next on the chopping block. Nothing personal, really.”}}

[*The being’s form circles around Taph like a cursed mist—as if purposefully trying to put them on edge. I mean, why wouldn’t it? It’s what it practically lived for, after all.*]

print{{“Now. About those wings….”}}

[*Oh no.]*

[spookyscaryspectre]

((ggguuuuhh)) ((i hafe no other. ideafs))

The demolitionist gave a rlly faint hiss, wondering what they were doing in this strange dimension

Their wings were spread out, feathers raised as if they were on high alert (which.. they probably are;;;)

[ @demoleetionist ]

[*The environment was a twisted, cursed version of the previous setting (the somewhat peaceful and comfortable cabin where the rest of the survivors stayed). The trees were scarred and gnarled, the sky a sickening amalgamation of reds and blacks. It’d hurt your eyes if you’d look too long.*]

[*The Spectre’s presence lingered around the tree line. It spotted the demolitionist, its jagged shapening of a form softening briefly in delight. It had wanted to get a grip on the avian for a long while now—it had just only now been able to get a hold of them. It’s ‘eyes’ narrowed as to focus on the demolitionist.*]

[*It materializes behind Taph, its form slightly distorted. It’s now noticeable presence instilled a feeling of fear in the demolitionist.*]

print{{“Ah. Little bird.. I have been wanting to have a “talk” with you for a while. Do close those wings.. I will deal with those later. We do not need them right now.”}}

[*It’s voice was calm, tone almost teasing.*]

[spookyscaryspectre]

I dunno what I did! You're just making stuff uppp....

-🪶🎸

print{{“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. I COMMAND YOU TO GO AWAY.”}}

[spookyscaryspectre]

C'mon... What'd I even do? What could I have possibly done

-the very evil 🪶🎸

print{{“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. GO AWAY.”}}

[spookyscaryspectre]

oh wait, shoot wrong evil entity. we're not married....i think.....hopefully.....

huge fan of your work! i love breaking into the realm of forsaken i mean watching. from afar. no breaking :3

can i get your autograph :33333

//TW for blood!! Not that bad imo but just in case.. also HC time!! I have a headcanon that the Spectre’s way of doing things almost always involve blood/harm, it mostly does it just to invoke a negative reaction.. hence the rather odd “gift”

[*You receive a dismembered arm with it’s name carved into it.*]

[spookyscaryspectre]

heh...hey buddychumpalamigo 🥹

-🪶🎸

print{{“GO AWAY.”}}

[rollerdie]

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

[rollerdie]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

[rollerdie]

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

[rollerdie]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

[rollerdie]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“There is no use in lying to me. I know everything about you.”}}

[*It commented condescendingly, tilting its head in mock fascination. The tentacle did not budge. If anything, it got slightly tighter.*]

print{{“I did not expect you to start giggling this early. I haven’t even started yet.. could it be that you’re just that sensitive..? Let’s find out.”}}

[*It mumbled to itself before finally springing into action. Another tentacle sprouted from what looked like nowhere, quickly wrapping itself around Chance’s wrists and holding them above his head. After a moment of thinking over what it should do, it manifests itself a pair of hands (like those floating glove kinda things you see in tickle art for example) and starts in on the gambler’s underarms.*]

[rollerdie]

They couldn’t even hide their sensitivity if they tried. Immediately thrown into loud cackles they shook their head back and forth before throwing it back. “SHAHAT AHAP-! IHI’M NAHAHAT!” they squealed, tugging at the grip on their arms. “IHIT’S JUHUST! BAHAHAHA-! BAHAD ‘EHEHERE SOHO GEHET OHOHOUT!!” They bit down on their lip to try and stop themselves but crumbled almost immediately. Unable to think of anything else to convince them, he fell on insults. “FAHACK OHOHOFF!”

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“You are not? But I can see that you are now. ‘Baaa’, you say.. like a sheep. Not in a condescending way.. I am just stating the obvious. Consider it a compliment, if you so please.”}}

[*The Spectre let out a staticky sound that sounded like a chuckle if you listened close enough, but quickly shifted its attention to that insult. It tilted its head, slightly annoyed by the measly insult.*]

print{{“Now now, did you not say that my ‘insults’ were bad earlier? You are contradicting yourself. As punishment, I will now add another spot to the list.”}}

[*It’s tone took on a slightly more condescending one (also traces of annoyance if you really squinted), one floating hand still targeting Chance’s underarm while the other went down to tweak at the gaps between the ribs. It commented one last thing in a teasing(?) tone.*]

print{{“Judging by your reactions, I think I am doing well. An applause to me.”}}

[rollerdie]

His eyes widened tremendously and he immediately tried to backpedal. “WAHAIT WAHAIT WAIT IHI’M SOHORRY?!” he tried, despite not meaning it one bit. His head turned away at what he assumed was a laugh, not wanting to give it the satisfaction of seeing how it affected him.

When one hand switched to a less sensitive spot, he visibly relaxed a bit but still squirmed around. A lot. “EhehehEHEAT SHIHIT!

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*Seeing as it didn’t get the effect it wanted, the Spectre switches back to both underarms. It’s amusement was growing, although it didn’t show it.*]

print{{“Ah.. apology not accepted. You apologize and then curse me in the same breath. It’s almost funny how you contradict yourself, gambler.”}}

[*After a moment, it continues.*]

print{{“I wonder.. is this your worst spot? Or is there another little ‘kill switch’ waiting to be discovered?”}}

[rollerdie]

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

[rollerdie]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

[rollerdie]

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

[rollerdie]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

[rollerdie]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“There is no use in lying to me. I know everything about you.”}}

[*It commented condescendingly, tilting its head in mock fascination. The tentacle did not budge. If anything, it got slightly tighter.*]

print{{“I did not expect you to start giggling this early. I haven’t even started yet.. could it be that you’re just that sensitive..? Let’s find out.”}}

[*It mumbled to itself before finally springing into action. Another tentacle sprouted from what looked like nowhere, quickly wrapping itself around Chance’s wrists and holding them above his head. After a moment of thinking over what it should do, it manifests itself a pair of hands (like those floating glove kinda things you see in tickle art for example) and starts in on the gambler’s underarms.*]

[rollerdie]

They couldn’t even hide their sensitivity if they tried. Immediately thrown into loud cackles they shook their head back and forth before throwing it back. “SHAHAT AHAP-! IHI’M NAHAHAT!” they squealed, tugging at the grip on their arms. “IHIT’S JUHUST! BAHAHAHA-! BAHAD ‘EHEHERE SOHO GEHET OHOHOUT!!” They bit down on their lip to try and stop themselves but crumbled almost immediately. Unable to think of anything else to convince them, he fell on insults. “FAHACK OHOHOFF!”

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“You are not? But I can see that you are now. ‘Baaa’, you say.. like a sheep. Not in a condescending way.. I am just stating the obvious. Consider it a compliment, if you so please.”}}

[*The Spectre let out a staticky sound that sounded like a chuckle if you listened close enough, but quickly shifted its attention to that insult. It tilted its head, slightly annoyed by the measly insult.*]

print{{“Now now, did you not say that my ‘insults’ were bad earlier? You are contradicting yourself. As punishment, I will now add another spot to the list.”}}

[*It’s tone took on a slightly more condescending one (also traces of annoyance if you really squinted), one floating hand still targeting Chance’s underarm while the other went down to tweak at the gaps between the ribs. It commented one last thing in a teasing(?) tone.*]

print{{“Judging by your reactions, I think I am doing well. An applause to me.”}}

[rollerdie]

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

[rollerdie]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

[rollerdie]

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

[rollerdie]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]

[rollerdie]

His mouth opened to retort what it was saying only to snap closed. He stared incredulously, face getting darker by the second. “ …No,” he denied instinctually despite knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to help him.

At the sudden grasp, he yelped and nervous giggles spilled out of him like no tomorrow. “Waitwaitwahait!” His hands scrambled to pry the tentacle off to no avail then relying on squirming around. “Lehet me gohoho!” he demanded as seriously as he could, but the wobbly smile on his face did anything but help.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“There is no use in lying to me. I know everything about you.”}}

[*It commented condescendingly, tilting its head in mock fascination. The tentacle did not budge. If anything, it got slightly tighter.*]

print{{“I did not expect you to start giggling this early. I haven’t even started yet.. could it be that you’re just that sensitive..? Let’s find out.”}}

[*It mumbled to itself before finally springing into action. Another tentacle sprouted from what looked like nowhere, quickly wrapping itself around Chance’s wrists and holding them above his head. After a moment of thinking over what it should do, it manifests itself a pair of hands (like those floating glove kinda things you see in tickle art for example) and starts in on the gambler’s underarms.*]

[rollerdie]

[*The air seemed heavier. Scratch that, it was heavier. The environment had darkened considerably, almost to the point where one would have to squint to see properly.*] [*The sky outside had twisted into a sickening red and black amalgamation, a telltale sign of an enigmatic presence. Not just any presence, either. The Spectre (Although Chance didn’t seem to notice its full presence yet). It seemed to just be observing.. it wouldn’t stay this way (spectating) for long.*]

-@spookyscaryspectre

//prepare to be tickled LLLOL

Oh you freaking little- ))

Chance’s eyes drifted to the window and he paused. Something was… Off. Outside the cabin. He squinted his eyes and when it didn’t change, he immediately waltzed outside, caution thrown out the window. “That’s… Not right,” he huffed, lowering his shades in an attempt to see better, only for it to barely help. As he looked up, he frowned. He had gotten used to the moonlight nights and seeing red instead made him shiver.

Continuing to ignore the voice in the back of his head urging him to head back inside, he walked out further. He blinked a few times and eventually concluded that he wasn’t dreaming when he felt someone watching him. “Hey, Bud. Ya seein’ this?” he asked with a laugh, thinking that it was another survivor.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*Seeing as there were no other survivors around (it had probably singled out Chance specifically), he assumed they were most likely put in a round. Which was not far off, honestly.*]

[*The Spectre manifested itself after a second more, tilting its head in what could be interpreted as a mix of curiosity and interest. It was.. quite tall, as to be expected from an entity like itself.*]

print{{“Why yes, I do see it. Quite.. unpleasant, isn’t it?”}}

[*Its voice was eerily calm. The way it spoke sounded as if it had rehearsed for this exact moment.*]

[rollerdie]

The gambler startled with a yelp and pulled back. His eyes slowly trailed up and he let out an audible swallow. “…What-” he paused as he unknowingly took a few steps back, “Who the hell are ya?” he said slowly, nervousness creeping up on him. His fingers itched for his coin then but he instead crossed his arms across chest in self-comfort. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

[spookyscaryspectre]

print{{“You do not need to know what I am. But you may know me as the Spectre.. the very being who brought you and the others to this ‘forsaken’ place. I worked very hard to make sure it was a place for the utmost fear.”}} [*The Spectre answered, looking to creep slightly closer. It was examining them.*]

print{{“And it worked! For awhile, at least. I’ve noticed that in the past while everyone has taken a liking to an.. alternate form of fighting. ‘Tickling’, I think they called it. The one known as Dusekkar explained it to me. The only reason I’ve allowed it to go on this long is because it intrigues me. So.. like Dusekkar, I’ve decided to test it on you.”}}

[rollerdie]

An eye twitched then both narrowed. “So the asshole that brought us ‘ere was you.” Their grip around their arm tightened. Every fiber of their being wanted to shoot it right then and there but… If it was strong enough to do everything that it has, they couldn’t do anything yet. At least not on their own.

“For fear huh,” he laughed humorlessly, only to startle at what was said next. “What,” they sputtered unable to think of anything else to say, “ya can’t be serious…” That was nothing like what they were expecting from the figure so he couldn’t help the blush that tinged his cheeks.

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The Spectre’s eyes narrowed in amusement at the hostile tone in Chance’s voice. The embarrassed blush also did not go unnoticed.*]

print{{“Yes. You heard me right, worm. If anything I would’ve thought you would be delighted at this opportunity! After all, it is a rather.. stark contrast to the usual bloodshed.”}}

[*While it talked, a tentacle began to slip closer to Chance. It planned to catch him off guard while keeping him distracted with its monologue.*]

[rollerdie]

Chance did, in fact, not notice the said appendage. “Wh- Worm??” he huffed, unsure on how to feel about everything. “That the best insult ya got? I- …Oooooh ‘kayy.” He’d settle on the feeling of hatred, not also because he didn’t like how the thing that was causing them pain was somehow flustering him. Why was it so calm and dismissive?

[spookyscaryspectre]

[*The appendage crept closer, now only a few inches away. The Spectre’s expression did not shift, its tone growing slightly more confident.*]

print{{“Yes, ‘worm’. It is, after all, what you are compared to me. It’s not an insult, it’s simply a fact. Now.. from what I’ve observed, you’re really up the scale in terms of.. sensitivity, was it? I’ve noticed that your underarms were quite the hotspot.”}}

[*Not waiting for a response, the tentacle from a few moments ago lunged. It didn’t tickle yet, more like holding the survivor in place. It constricted around their waist, ensuring that they would not get away.*]