#narrwraith

[darkness-anon]

M!A: Wraith is blackout drunk for the next hour and given a massive ball of yarn

"Wait, no, you can't turn it on m--!"

Wraith trails off as the drunkness kicks in, and he stumbles, flopping into the yarn ball. They meowed softly, before rolling over and biting at the string.

[darkness-anon]

"I CAN'T BELIEVE BETH IS DEAD, I HATE IT HERE..."

[darkness-anon]

"Man, a lot of the tension I formulated has been ruined. This is disappointing."

"Tell you what... I'll give you some magic anons privileges for a bit while I set some things up in Paint's office. Go wild."

"If I like it enough, maybe I'll even keep it. No promises, though."

[darkness-anon]

"Dark's been boring lately. I think someone should fix that."

(M!As are on.)

[darkness-anon]

"Oh shit. Well, i know i'm a cat but if she comes to me i'm still not risking that."

"What kind of insane fucks marry by branding each other, though...?"

"...eh. marriage is weird in the first place."

[darkness-anon]

"Oh, god. What has Paint been DOING while away? I leave them for two moments and she splits in half-- and I didn't even get to watch! Goddamn, these are volatile characters."

[darkness-anon]

"What the fuck is happening over at Paint's office? I love my darling subordinates, but she's on her own for this one; what the hell... I'll have to keep that thing away from Dark..."

[darkness-anon]

It wasn't long before Wraith noticed something wrong.

Something felt like it was tugging, tugging on their tether, and the pins and needles of what was supposed to be their senses from that view were stabbing into the thread--

And with their lack of experience, it wasn't long before it snapped like a rubber band, making them wince and spit out a hiss.

They got to their paws.

"...that alcoholic liar."