Scotti could say he felt like he got hit by a truck, and hell with his weird life that may of been true at a point, but he knew too well by the emptiness in his lungs and the chill on his back of who he was in the presence of.
Let's just say he wanted to see if that imaginary truck could do a quick u-turn over him one more time.
"Hello again, little bro~"
"Don't call me that." Scotti said, his voice starting to drip with venom as he tried to wipe the dried blood off of his face.
"Awww, and I thought you'd love to see me again. "
They wrapped their arms around him, reminding the man of their straight jacket like embrace he once was accustomed to years ago. Something he once may of seeked out now only filling his stomach with toxic lead. He wanted to just push them off but playing along just felt too natural for this situation. Too safe compared to what they could do.
"But I guess your love is spread thin, with how many people you've come to know in that cesspool you call a neighbor Hood. "
Scotti's blood might as well of went to the lowest level of hell with the dread that spread through him at the mention of the the others. "I don't know what yo-"
"Don't play games with me little bro. I can hear your smallest thoughts. You should know that by now.
You should know a lot of things. I sure do know a lot about you though. After all. We did have a deal. "
"I wouldn't blame you though, with what that hag had been holding out from you- "
"Please just shut up your giving me a-"
"But playing dress up was our thing. And letting me groom your locks into pretty braids. She never let you cut it but look at it now! Makes me sad since it would take a while to-
"For the love of hel shut up!"
The arms around them disappated in a cloud of black smog, snapping as if resetting bones in a puzzle of horror. The silence in the small room dampened only by the panicked wheezing. Everything felt wrong. Everything was static. Everything around him made him continuously scrub at his face and scalp in hysterical awareness that they weren't allowed me because something was going though his head and it was familiar but it was wrong
"Kyle..." He sobbed, truly coming back to reality as he realized their was no room, yet also no doors. Only make shift area covered in mirrors and wards. The scent of unseelie magic clogging up his nose. Choking him like a french prostitute. "Ollie...Mac..."
He just would go on like that, muttering every name of all the neighbors - all his friends - between his mantras. Begging to be let out or at least left alone.
He just wanted to be left alone
Scotti just wanted to be left alone
They should really get their hair cut. Maybe mama will allow them this time if they're good.
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Surrounded by trees, braches creating a make shift ceiling for the beings down below. Only the wind and soft humming of songs long forgotten by time breaking the deceitfully calm silence.
A shadowed hand reaches for a hair brush, so gentle in it's strokes of the silver locks that even the jewelry adorning it never makes a sound.
"I think the colors grown on me again, don't you think?"
"But I myself believe I'll hold off on letting it set in...though it suits you dearie~."
A delighted gasp breaks the peace as a snap could be heard as well. "I know!" They said, raking their nails down the scaled appendages of their 'acquaintance'. "Maybe we should make it real life chess! Oh wouldn't that be interesting!?"
"....hm. I guess that would be too much wouldn't it. The time would be boring, watching them dance around each other. I'll never get a mortal's sense of morality. Right?
