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𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝ Hmm...Thorn told me to do SOMETHING before he left...and he’s not back yet...so I couldn’t have been out for long, but what was I supposed to do? ❞ he wracked his brain for answers, but couldn’t seem to come to any conclusion. Chores? Errands? Some other task? Impossibly, it had completely slipped his mind, &&. impossibly so, for he knew the consequences of letting Thorn down very well.

❝ Crap, crap...crap crap crap crap crap-! I’m gonna be in trouble at this rate! I know! I’ll run away! No, that won’t work! Where would I even go?? Aaaah... ❞

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#(fester.)#(black.)#(status.)

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. A perpetual night, an eternal dark sanctuary with only the phasing moon to tell of the passage of night &&. day in the outside world. It was peaceful, quiet, calm, serene...one could accidentally sleep the rest of eternity away here if they were not careful.

The blankets shifted, tossed away by small paws as a portly figure sat up. He yawned, voice warbling as it bounced betwixt chubby cheeks as he shook his head &&. the drowsiness away. ❝ Oh...god- ❞

❝ What...time is it? What...day is it?? What year is it??? What’s even going on???? ❞

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#(black.)#(fester.)#(status.)

@tenebres-champ replied to your post: Your Core Aesthetic 〚 For very specific...

fester i care you……….

〚 Truly, the most endearing slime ball to exist, but a right slime ball regardless. 〛

#➳ Oɴʟʏ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ — (ooc.)#(black.)#(fester.)#// Although he does have the 'fat' and 'cat (like)' parts down...

Your Core Aesthetic

〚 For very specific reasons, this isn’t entirely untrue. The mind’s eye tends to see some rather strange things when the mind itself is being eaten. 〛

❝ Never heard of it, but being the fat and well loved cat of some old lady out there doesn’t sound all that bad. ❞

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#➳ A ʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs — (dash games.)#(black.)#(fester.)

〚 The moon was gone... 〛

〚 It was well past the time he should be at rest. 〛

〚 ...yet he heard him... 〛

〚 𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮...pacing through the halls...〛

〚 And though it was pitch, and the exceptional sort where even the lowliest denizens of the dark would find even they woulds struggle to see...he dared not light a candle, not a torch, not a flame, not even the smallest of matches. 〛

〚 This was FEAR. 〛

〚 It was the presence of something that had never been laid to rest and shambled among the living that spat at its name. It was the aura of something hungry that could never be satiated, and he feared his own savior, because he was fear itself. 〛

〚 And yet, he willed himself to be brave...for some reason. He was morbidly curious. He’d gotten hardly a peep the last time he’d asked but he knew they were night terrors that kept him awake. But what did he see? What was it that he saw? What could possibly, in the whole world, disturb him to the point of wandering the halls in the dark ( and doing things to the ghosts he’d dare not imagine, because things ( people ! ) do not go missing without reason within these manor walls... ) 〛

〚 There was a thump behind him. 〛

〚 The hallways were empty. 〛

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#(black.)#(status.)#(fester.)

〚 Thorn had been put back to bed. It was evident he was extremely unwell. Seeing his master in such a weakened state, it was just about as scary as being bitten, nearly eaten, but terrifying in its own way. The ghosts would return and the nursery would be full again in no time.

He gently closed the door to Thorn’s chambers, leaning against them and sliding to the floor. Discussions could wait until later. Answers could wait until later. He sat there, trembling slightly, looking at the roses that had been too painful to simply brush off of his figure, already withering away on their own. 〛

❝ P...putain...I’m going to need something stronger than tea that’s for sure...jeez.... ❞

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#(black.)#(status.)#(fester.)

❝ Geh-! We’re out of time! The new moon is tomorrow! I don’t care how you do it, you go out there and find me bodies...NOW! ❞ 〚 He shoos away the idling ghosts with the broom in his hand. He watches them go as they scurry off to do their work, letting go of the breath he had been holding once the hallway was empty. He looks out the window, at the moon that hangs perpetually in the night sky outside. Only a sliver of light, but a hairs width along the curvature of the moon, remained to illuminate the dark.

He gripped the broom handle tight enough to almost snap it in his hands, taking a shaky breath to calm himself. 〛❝ ...alright. Now to check on him. ❞

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#(black.)#(status.)#(fester.)

❝ Geh-hengh...this is bad... ❞〚 Fester stood in the doorway of the nursery. Only two of the twelve beds remained occupied. He had arrived just in time to see the final of four of the ruined beds be rid of their soiled linens, white fabrics stained with dark stagnant blood that filled the air with a sweet metallic scent. 〛 ❝ It’s not like he hasn’t been going out. He’s been getting his fill, hasn’t he? It’s not even the New Moon yet but if he’s like this already... ❞

〚 He looked out of the manor’s large windows, out into the night sky where the moon hung in perpetual view, only a sliver of light left upon its darkening surface. 〛 ❝ We’re going to be in some serious shit... ❞

#➳ Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ — (ic.)#(black.)#(status.)#(fester.)

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