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Mark was certainly a curious soul. Damien was keenly aware of how he tried to push others away, or put up a wall to keep a distance between himself and anyone else, but he had noticed something else. Mark was not the vindictive type. The distance seemed more like a defensive measure than anything else. After all, Mark had plenty of reasons to stop talking to Damien, and possibly several more to justify why rejecting Damien's offer would be entirely reasonable.

But, the offer was instead mulled over, and ultimately accepted. That, if anything, was a positive development.

Leaning to the left to partially rest his weight on the desk, Damien chuckled. "I am sure you know that such a 'requirement' for friendship is not something that is necessary outside of school. Many people are unable to speak with their friends regularly, and it does not - and should not - hinder their friendship. I do not think it necessary for people to meet a 'quota' in order to be in my 'good books'."

"There isn't a deadline for starting. However, though I wouldn't necessarily require your services tomorrow, I think it might be a good opportunity for you and Barnum to get to know one another. Saying that, if you would rather postpone it to another time, that is alright. I do not want you to feel pressured into it."

#(shhh you don't need to apologise)#(everything is as lovely as always :D )#hcsuffered #v; keeping the egos in check #(I had a think about what Damien was asking Mark to do and I've decided dogsitter :D )

Kharon tilts his head acknowledging that someone or something was there, the blindfold over his eyes only concealing what they looked like.

"I wouldn't touch the blood, it's acidic." He says far too casually for someone who was currently covered in said blood.

Most of it drips in thick lines from his elbows down to his fingertips. The rest was pooling at his feet where someone used to be, though prior they were hardly human. Simply a hollow husk which was being used by something else to commit atrocities. The only way to remove the parasite was to basically liquefy the host, which was the cause of the mess currently all around and on the Ferryman.

@hcsuffered // closed.

#[ closed starter ]#hcsuffered

@sosordid @hcsuffered , ty both for single-handedly keeping this blog alive actually.

#sosordid #hcsuffered #◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ ooc.#* at this point i just assume y'all been captured by the evil corporation or is asleep if u guys don't interact with me.#* i love u both

💜 @hcsuffered liked for a starter with Brahm! 💜

For once, he’s not in the forest.

Someways up the mountain where his cave is, on the other side of some stone cliffs overlooking the meadow the belt of trees and shrubbery that separates it from the distant road is a little cottage. A witch’s winter home. And every year at the start of the winter season, the Nightcaller makes his way up the steep crags to lay in the field behind her home. He lays in the wildflowers, watching the wild deer and the birds as they come to the edge of the lake to sip from water so clear, the fish that live in the deepest part of it are still visible even from the very edge of the bank. It’s a necessary trip. One to help maintain himself as he makes an attempt to hibernate through the coldest part of the season.

And this time, he’s brought Mark with him!

“Well!” The kindly old witch exclaims, laughing as she leans back on the stump she’s perched on before the cryptid. Her German accent is thick and sweet as an old, loving grandmother’s. “He’s not usually so well-behaved! He must be trying to impress you.~” The woman coos to Mark, teasing the beast with a pat on his bony snout before returning to clipping down his long claws. He grunts softly, jerking in her grasp with every loud, resounding CLICK from her clippers and watching as he loses inches off of his false-hooves. “This is your first time accompanying him, yes? Perhaps I should show you what I’m doing here so you two won’t have to make such a long journey up here next year.”

#// I hope this works!!#closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #hcsuffered #( m : brahm baker // the nightcaller )

{A closed starter for @hcsuffered.}

“Forgive me, Father, for I am going to sin,” he muttered under his breath, unaware that there might be anyone else around to hear his prayer. He stood at the edge of the dock, staring across the sea which separated him from the Island he called home. The ferry would be here soon, or so the schedule told him, and he would be able to load the crate bearing his Angel home. His foot tapped impatiently at the ground and his fingers wound together in front of him where one thumb tapped against the knuckles of his other hand.

#hcsuffered #Forgive me Father for I am going to sin. || Father Paul

@hcsuffered

SALEM. A town that had been scattered with secrets, lies and disappearances. Though few had resided in it, it was surely intriguing enough to stay...

Alaric was exhausted - small cases of incidents had sprouted up within the town and yet all his energy dissipated just from examining the documents that littered his desk, ever since those damn blackouts had occurred, he couldn't really focus much on anything else.

Fingers dragged down on pale, rough skin as Alaric took to the office bathroom, meeting his skin with the warm water as to at least keep his mind awake, Large eyes bloodshot with the sleepless nights, this called for a drink... But then again? When did it ever not?

With a large sigh that escaped his plump lips, he stood and fixated upon his visage for a while in the mirror, mind scrambling through everything that had happened a few weeks prior, the perplexity of it all, still harbouring something sinister within...This was surely Hell.

'You look like hell....' Came the same, familiar, venomous voice that infected and invaded his very being, that voice that had spoken to him, the sarcasm had dripped every time it disturbed the silence in his head, and so fucking condescending - Yet Alaric was in the dark, having no recollection of anything but visions and flashes of what may of happened since the massacre.

The man took to the nearest local hot spot that had been the only beaming with life, probably containing five people at least. This part of town was somewhat quieter than the others, and it was very obvious why. Alaric strode through the doors of the pub, eyes averting to the corners of the vicinity that would at least be away from any one else. He was lucky at least his time around... Though some company was probably a better idea right now.

#hcsuffered #V ; main #au fnaf ;#{ I always Come back }#//Sorry this is so long xD Hope it's ok. You don't have to match :))

"I..." though he trailed off the moment he saw that ADORABLE dog. mark's eyes followed them before trailing his gaze up at the mayor. "... I guess I can stick around." ( ; A ; )

@hcsuffered

“Ah, well... Barnum does appear to have that effect on people. However, it is fantastic that you’ll be staying a little longer. And it’s a good thing you did. Barnum is normally a little wary of people he doesn’t know. It’s great to see him so relaxed around you.”

Speaking of the adorable dog, Barnum had trotted over to Mark’s side, sitting beside him. If that wasn’t a sign to stay a little longer, than who knows what is!

#( ;A; )#hcsuffered #(trying to get some long overdue asks done before bed! I had to start with this one!!)#(If Mark sits down he may have a corgi right nearby. Dangerous idea xD)#v; keeping the egos in check

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

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Someone was here. He could smell them. Thick, viscous drool gathered at the edges of a bone mask, salivation running down the worn grooves of the deer skull. Upon giant but silent hooves he darted towards the source. His frightening fast presence left no sound save for the rustle of branches and foliage he deserved, his “hooves” leaving no imprints on the soggy dirt of the foggy forest around him. He stopped as he got with hearing distance fro the source. Cervidae ears tilted forward, flicking as they listened for the source. Despite the motion, it was not with his ears that he listened. Footsteps on an old beaten path. He could the person through the earth.

The jaw of his mask creaked open slightly, a hollow, haunting voice leaving between teeth far too long and far too sharp for a deer’s skull. “Hello?” What came out was the voice a young child. “Momma? Dadda? Is that you? Please let me come back home, I promise I’ll be good!” The voice broke into an uncontrollable sob. Hiccups and gasps of a desperate child filled the air. The thick mist hid him as his false voice echoed amidst the trees. “Dadda please… I fell down and my foot hurts… it won’t go away. And there are scary animals out here! Make them go away! Please Dadda… make them stop… I wanna go home…”

It was a truly pitiful sound. And yet… something about it seemed off. Why would a kid be this far out in the woods? Why would they be all alone? And… that voice. Something about it was weird. There was some strange quality to it. Like the kid wasn’t quite alright even before they started crying. Not in a scared type of way either. More in an… evasive kind of way. So strange. But all the same, those were the cries of a child. Was anyone going to help them?

#{ beelzebub has a devil put aside for me : closed starter }#// hope this works!#hcsuffered #{ the nightcaller : brahm }