#voodooonceler

[ask-oddrey]

[nightmare-kisser]

shit i didn't realize how much i missed these two uNTIL I STARTED COLORING AUDREY'S HAIR AND FROM THEN ON I WANTED TO CRY

[asofterthneedville]

Might as well enjoy ourselves!

[artzzombi]

Sticker Commission: Voodoo Once-ler

[ask-oddrey]

It takes her all day.

She starts when the sunlight filters in through the windows and doors. Audrey stirs from her place on the floor, not six feet away from her former friend. She rubs her face, stifles the pinpricks of more tears, and sets off first thing in search of Voodoo's shovel, and Norma's grave in the circle of trees.

The sky is cloudy and dim. The October air is chill, but not cold.

When she finds both, she gets digging.

She breaks midday to have an apple and chug some water from a clean stream. She removes her sweater; she's too over-heated for it.

Then she's back at it, going deeper, wider, longer. Digging, digging, digging, careful to keep it beside Norma's as close she can, but without ruining the woman's grave.

When the sun gets low, Audrey returns to Voodoo's home, her grave dug. Her nose dribbles blood from the exertion, but she merely wipes it away like one would bat a fly in annoyance.

She takes Voodoo's body and removes his jacket and torn vest. With warm water, she cleans away the blood, washes his body, removes his makeup. She combs his hair. She gives him a fresh shirt; the purple one of his she wore once.

Then, carefully, as the sun is setting, she loads his body onto something she can drag him with, and carries him the long, long way into the forest to the hidden graves.

When she reaches the hole, Audrey very carefully lowers Voodoo into it.

She stands over his grave, leaning slightly on the shovel stuck into the mound of dirt she will cover him with again.

She licks her dry lips to part them.

"Voodoo. You were my friend, and a good one. You cared for and sheltered me when I was a monster, you gave me an escape, you had many regrets, and you still had much love and goodness in you. Even though you killed. Even though you terrified someone else dear to me. Even though you went mad, not unlike Ghost, from voices in your mind that weren't your own. Even though you made a pact with the devil; you were still human, through and through. Mistakes and all, you were human, and I love... loved you."

Audrey sighs and takes the first shovel-full of dirt. She's tired, sweating, crying.

"Goodbye."

Then she dumps shovel-full after shovel-full of earth onto him, covering him entirely. She pats it down so no animal will dig it up. She makes a marker for their collective graves.

Then Audrey stabs the shovel back into the ground and wipes her brow.

"It's time to go home."

[ask-oddrey]

The anonymous whisper jars her from her shock, glancing up from her horrified stare beside his body to wildly search the room with her eyes.

They fall, growing still, to an uneaten apple on the table.

Audrey stands shakily and makes her way toward it.

There's a sheet of paper there, forgotten pencil off to the side of it. Her name is written at the top.

Hesitantly, Audrey picks up the paper and begins to read, trying to see through fresh tears.

[the-smallest-star]

//How much is that dooooggy in the windoooow~

[momosweetpeach]

Watching VD getting killed by Satan