#thatsaldwight

[ask-the-boogeyman]

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

Dwight, you are the only one stupid enough or ballsy enough to attempt this without any proper build-up or trust being earned. His head snaps into the direction, ears flicked back with immediate irritation and the collar jingles in the process. Malice radiates off of his form as he grabs the man's shirt, lifting him up without a care. You wanted his attention, you DARED to touch his face and make him stare at you. You've got his attention now, even as he goes to slam your body against the wall.

Leaning in, his eyes can be seen, one a deep blue with spots of brown and the other glazed with cataracts and scarring. You have three seconds, possibly, before the Shape kills you.

Make it count.

[mxshtyx]

“I see those faces every single night.”

The Killer Memes

They were sitting around the campfire... just the two of them... and what was small conversations and banter turned quiet for a moment. Nea thought nothing of it, and simply hugged her knees closer to her chest, but when he dropped that bomb on her, she paused a moment before straightening up.

"...wait... what?" She asked, looking to him with a concerned look on her face. "What do you mean 'those faces'? Like... the ones in the trial we can't save? Because I do too..."

[ask-the-boogeyman]

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe. (dwight i know you need to take more risks in life but jesus)

Was he expecting that to... hurt? It irritates the ear beneath the mask but it's pressure more than anything. The fact he decided to do this AS he is being picked up to be placed on the hook shows guts, he will give this survivor that much. The Shape does not yield though, merely tilting his head to try and remove the other's teeth off of the mask. It most likely tastes of burnt plastic, old blood, and grime.

Was it worth it, Dwight?

He hopes it was because he's taking you to the basement. It's a longer journey, but you can enjoy the ride on his shoulders until the agonizing pain of the hook tears a scream out of those lungs of yours.