#mrgoatman

[etlascivus]

mrgoatman: no way i'd never get him out of my house after that

       he's too astounded by the fact you have a home to take insult .

[castelleve]

@mrgoatman​ asked; ❛ you can miss something but not want it back. ❜

“Hmph. Guess you got a point.”He supposed that was fair. He knew the feeling well. Sometimes, he missed Henri. Sometimes, he thought Beau wasn’t so bad. But that didn’t mean he wanted to be around them. 

“Is there something you miss?”

[anarkissm]

“Sorry I think that’s my blood,” @mrgoatman !

claudette feels as if she should be startled by the statement. the feeling lingers, flickers, like a tiny candle in the dark. her body remembers it, remembers caring― caring so much it ripped her into pieces.

finnian leans into the tree, long hair pooling over their shoulder. she is carefully peeling iridescent knives out of the skin of their back.

"...don't be sorry,"   is her measured response, worried, a flare of emotion that keeps her warm, serious.

"i-i think you're in shock. i'm going to have to move you. finnian, do you u-understand?"

[anarkissm]

she stares at the wound; deep enough to need sutures, shallow enough that her heart becomes a cacophony of worries, jingling and jangling inside her chest. she knows she is safe. or as close to safety as she will ever be, in this place. it's not that deep. it's not that deep.

and then @mrgoatman says, "you saved me once before, now it's my turn."

they hold a hooked needle, some wiry thread. they touch her shoulder, as if to comfort her.

"t-thank you," and claudette means it. she would have been lost in her own anxieties, if not for finnian's sobering presence.

[horrorface]

𝟼𝟼. sender locks the receiver in the attic, promising it's for their own good.

the ghost face's senses are sharp, wolflike, in the darkness. in the groggy haze of the dim light filtering through the cracks in the paneled walls. his brows furrow. his breathing becomes wet and slightly shallow inside his mask, as his wrists twist, struggling against the wooden pole that he feels bound to.

from the stairway, danny hears the creaking of @mrgoatman's footsteps. senses the stench of blood and death, the red soaked into the survivor's clothes.

"well," he feels his throat tighten, and then, relaxes. unimpressed. venom in his breath. "isn't this just nice."

[horrorface]

@mrgoatman breezes, "would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time?"

and the man named jed olsen can feel the hard line of a vein pulsing under the hairswept scar across his temple. has been tuning out finnian's voice for the bulk of their conversation.

pretending to tune it out.

"right. convenient," he offers a tight smile, the hint of a cuspid bared under his lip. feels as if their talk is just going in circles. an ouroboros of frivolous words. "how did you know the victim?"

finnian answers. must have said something like, oh, we go way back, or just a family friend. not a very good one, though. as i've said. more than once.

danny clenches his jaw. in jed's airy voice, and gripping his pen tightly inside his fist, thumbing at the teeth-bitten cap, he manages, "and you're... sure you saw him at the bar with another man? did you happen to see his face?"

[etlascivus]

        ❛  i don't know where to begin...  ❜ @mrgoatman || starter

[mortau]

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