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For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore
:3 So this guy is an old muse I used to play back before they removed the Institute, and boy is he a fun character. If ya’ all like him, I might actually bring him back.
Breathe out. A cloud streamed from his nose. Breathe in. He twirled his sickle around his arm. Breathe out. Another cloud of breath. Breathe in.
He still wanted to rush in and freeze the place solid. He wanted to shatter everything with ice. But he couldn’t. He had his orders from Lissandra. He had to be patient. If he attacked this summit, she might just kill him.
Crazy Pen caught his ice sickle and walked into the building. The urge was strong. Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus on breathing. Focus on staying calm. Don’t let anyone know. No good assassin lets anyone know what they think. They act normal. Or in Pen’s case, as normal as an iceborn can be.
As he passed through the halls and entered the large conference room, he slowed to look at the area around him. He felt acutely aware of everyone in the room. He also felt acutely aware of the four chandeliers, the chairs around every table, and the weapons or lack of weapons on everyone. It could be so easy.
Pen strode over to an empty table and sat by himself. Someone passed him by, and he offered them a light wave. He watched the other delegates converse informally. A few cast him glances, but none went over to speak to him. A waitress walked by and asked if he wanted anything, but he shook his head.
Breathe in.
He knew if he killed them, he’d feel quite the rush.
Breathe out.
He wanted to. He needed to.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Something bumped against his boot, and Pen looked down. Standing beside him was a small grey tabby kitten that had rubbed up against his boot. What a cute thing. It made him smile.
He bent down and picked up the kitten. She felt warm and fluffy against his icy flesh. Pen promptly scratched her chin, making the kitten purr. It warmed his frigid heart. His grin widened as the kitten started rubbing against his hand. For this little kitten, this little bundle of happiness, he’d push aside his desires.
Send a ☻ for a muse I would like to play, but haven’t yet!
And here we have my other favorite Danny Phantom character, Dan Phantom (aka Evil Danny).
Dan stuck his head through the wall, eyes scanning the road. There was another human around here, he knew. He’d heard them running. He could let them run and call for help, but getting them now would be so much more fun.
There. He heard their footsteps. It was a young blonde. Still intangible, he stepped through the broken wall and flew after her. He thought about what to do for a moment. Tearing people apart was starting to get boring, and killing someone with a ghostly ray was rare ever satisfying. That was more fun to use on buildings.
Then he got an idea. At the very last second, Dan made himself tangible once more and whispered, “Boo,” into her ear. Before she could scream, he snagged her shoulders and pulled her into the air.
Up and up and up they went. The girl scream as she tried and failed miserably to struggle free. Her futile attempts at struggling made him grin. The desecrated city began to look less like a city and more like a home for ants. The girl slowly began to stop struggling, instead resigning to whimpering in fear.
“I suppose I should let you down gently, shouldn’t I?” The girl hesitated before nodding. It seemed fear had made her speechless. That thought, along with what was to come, made Dan grin in delight. “Of course, it’d be more fun to let you fall.”
He promptly let go, and she began to scream and flail. Ah, screams were music to his ears. Dan followed, floating just fast enough that he could watch her fall. Panic pleased him. It entertained him as much as destruction and killing did. Except for panic and fear, there was a build up.
Down, down, down she fell. Faster and faster and faster she fell. Until she finally hit the pavement feet first. Her body landed with a heavy thud. Bones cracked from the force, distorting her body. When her head hit the pavement, it cracked and exploded in a display of blood and brain matter. Seeing it happen, seeing her fall and crumple like a plastic cup upon hitting the ground, made Dan feel ecstatic. And being the one to cause it filled him with ecstasy.
