WELL DONE THOU GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT

He parked the car out front, not bothering to lock it. His shotgun was slung over his shoulder- he didn’t feel as though he needed to leave it behind, this time.

John was clearly getting his mail to and from his location. That meant he was here. It had to. And he was hiding from both authorities and Garcia himself. No good, trying to hide from God.

Onto the front step, he glances back at the car where he briefly sees someone staring back at him. He’s seen it for a while, especially on nights like these. It’s a sad comfort, to think his own John was there with him.

But right now, he has to focus on the missing one.

@fathergarcia1987

His own missing poster is on the front door. Unsurprisingly, it’s locked. But John is a predictable person- out back, he keeps a spare hidden in the bushes.

It’s so quiet here, it’s like the night is holding its breath as Garcia shuffles about. That terrible sponge of silence when something is going to happen.

He checks under the doormat first, then the bushes out front. They used to be there in a hidden false stone, he had found it once before. But it’s different now, even if the houses are the same and both just as empty.

He doesn’t have trouble scaling the fence. Even in his age, he’s learned that being caught is a problem and movement is valued above all. The landing is solid, and he gets to his search again.

It’s in the back, and he smiles slightly as he slips back the cover of the fake rock to look down at the key. It looks just like the one he has, the one he still keeps on him- hadn’t even occurred to use it, and won’t ever.

Opening the back gate is much easier on his body this time around, and he circles to the front to get to the door but slows down as he passes by the window.

Maybe, just maybe, John would be inside.

But he’s not. Nobody is. Garcia can see through the drapes with the shine of the moonlight, illuminating that living room. It looks empty. Nobody at the couch, nobody in the kitchen- he can see straight to the back door.

There looks to be a figure at the back door, but unmoving. A trick of the light, even now. Still, there’s muddy shoe prints by the door. If John hadn’t been there, somebody had. All the reason to check it out.

Otherwise, this looks like John’s house…

Save for the full body mirror on the wall. Something John would never be caught dead owning.

Who knows. Maybe this one was just different.

He stands and stares at the figure before deducing they’re either not real, or might be easier to subdue once he’s inside the building.

The footprints are curious. Did it rain lately? Not that he can recall. That means somebody must’ve been in the woods. That spells trouble.

He stares at his own reflection staring back at the mirror for a moment longer before properly heading to the front door and unlocking it.

As soon as he’s inside, he turns and locks the door behind him, then finally takes in the scene before him.

#thy penance — replies #two or three are gathered in his name — garcia

…

It’s cold. None of the fans are on, nor the A/C. The power itself might even be cut, given nobody is here to use it.

So why was it so cold in here when the night outside was so much warmer?

Garcia could likely tell.

Whatever was at the back door is gone, though not the footprints. There are some at the front too.

Garcia steps on a letter that was slipped under the door. There’s only one, and it’s not his- this came from the apartments. Lisa. It looks like he’ll have to save the girl himself. John isn’t around to do it.

The rest of John’s mail is sat on a table beside the door. Half of it is unopened- bills and scam. But Garcia’s is. Stepped on, though the tread isn’t familiar (there’s a pair of shoes by the door, but the marks don’t match. They appear to belong to hiking boots). Opened, read, and then sorted. The letters inside seem to have been taken, but the envelopes remain. A reminder.

There’s also one from a “Joseph Renz” that was opened and taken. Looks like the contents remain a mystery.

The shadows on the walls are long and dark, like looming pillars of black against the wallpaper.

It’s too dark here to be safe.

This is not hallowed ground.

He parked the car out front, not bothering to lock it. His shotgun was slung over his shoulder- he didn’t feel as though he needed to leave it behind, this time.

John was clearly getting his mail to and from his location. That meant he was here. It had to. And he was hiding from both authorities and Garcia himself. No good, trying to hide from God.

Onto the front step, he glances back at the car where he briefly sees someone staring back at him. He’s seen it for a while, especially on nights like these. It’s a sad comfort, to think his own John was there with him.

But right now, he has to focus on the missing one.

@fathergarcia1987

His own missing poster is on the front door. Unsurprisingly, it’s locked. But John is a predictable person- out back, he keeps a spare hidden in the bushes.

It’s so quiet here, it’s like the night is holding its breath as Garcia shuffles about. That terrible sponge of silence when something is going to happen.

He checks under the doormat first, then the bushes out front. They used to be there in a hidden false stone, he had found it once before. But it’s different now, even if the houses are the same and both just as empty.

He doesn’t have trouble scaling the fence. Even in his age, he’s learned that being caught is a problem and movement is valued above all. The landing is solid, and he gets to his search again.

It’s in the back, and he smiles slightly as he slips back the cover of the fake rock to look down at the key. It looks just like the one he has, the one he still keeps on him- hadn’t even occurred to use it, and won’t ever.

Opening the back gate is much easier on his body this time around, and he circles to the front to get to the door but slows down as he passes by the window.

Maybe, just maybe, John would be inside.

#thy penance — replies #two or three are gathered in his name — garcia

But he’s not. Nobody is. Garcia can see through the drapes with the shine of the moonlight, illuminating that living room. It looks empty. Nobody at the couch, nobody in the kitchen- he can see straight to the back door.

There looks to be a figure at the back door, but unmoving. A trick of the light, even now. Still, there’s muddy shoe prints by the door. If John hadn’t been there, somebody had. All the reason to check it out.

Otherwise, this looks like John’s house…

Save for the full body mirror on the wall. Something John would never be caught dead owning.

Who knows. Maybe this one was just different.

nerpahead

sinking town by yoeko kurahashi

been wanting to make smth with this song for a while. and so, while i was on a ~10 hour car ride, i started this and finished it over the course of 3 days… hope u enjoy

#unholy spirit — art #unspeakable — ooc

He parked the car out front, not bothering to lock it. His shotgun was slung over his shoulder- he didn’t feel as though he needed to leave it behind, this time.

John was clearly getting his mail to and from his location. That meant he was here. It had to. And he was hiding from both authorities and Garcia himself. No good, trying to hide from God.

Onto the front step, he glances back at the car where he briefly sees someone staring back at him. He’s seen it for a while, especially on nights like these. It’s a sad comfort, to think his own John was there with him.

But right now, he has to focus on the missing one.

@fathergarcia1987

His own missing poster is on the front door. Unsurprisingly, it’s locked. But John is a predictable person- out back, he keeps a spare hidden in the bushes.

It’s so quiet here, it’s like the night is holding its breath as Garcia shuffles about. That terrible sponge of silence when something is going to happen.

#pray for me — received #two or three are gathered in his name — garcia

John Thomas Ward,

I read you are a priest. What’s more is that I believe you are familiar with the sinister happenings here in Sterling. Dreams of cemeteries and churches and tunnels.

If you happened to have met a priest in gray in your dreams, please, do not hesitate to reach out to me. I have heard a lot about you, John.

Dios esté contigo,

@fathergarcia1987

Dear Father Garcia,

You must have the wrong address. I am no priest. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.

You sound like a good and honorable man. I hope John Ward appreciates you. You’re doing everyone a favor. It’s good work.

Sincerely,

John Ward

(The first name appears to be penned out.)

Ward,

You’re positively certain no John Ward lives at this address? Would you happen to know where he does live?

Garcia

Dear Father Garcia,

I'm confident I do not know who you are talking about. If I did, I would direct you his way. I'm terribly sorry I can't help you further.

Sincerely,

Ward

John,

You are listed as a missing person. Frankly, if they haven’t checked your house for you, I would believe the cops are incompetent. Luckily, I know they are incompetent.

I think you need to start being honest with me before I start visiting you myself.

Garcia

#two or three are gathered in his name — garcia #thy penance — replies

Father,

I need you to stop contacting me. I can’t help you.

Please stop.

Something bad is going to happen.

JW

John Thomas Ward,

I read you are a priest. What’s more is that I believe you are familiar with the sinister happenings here in Sterling. Dreams of cemeteries and churches and tunnels.

If you happened to have met a priest in gray in your dreams, please, do not hesitate to reach out to me. I have heard a lot about you, John.

Dios esté contigo,

@fathergarcia1987

Dear Father Garcia,

You must have the wrong address. I am no priest. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.

You sound like a good and honorable man. I hope John Ward appreciates you. You’re doing everyone a favor. It’s good work.

Sincerely,

John Ward

(The first name appears to be penned out.)

Ward,

You’re positively certain no John Ward lives at this address? Would you happen to know where he does live?

Garcia

#thy penance — replies #two or three are gathered in his name — garcia

Dear Father Garcia,

I'm confident I do not know who you are talking about. If I did, I would direct you his way. I'm terribly sorry I can't help you further.

Sincerely,

Ward

John Thomas Ward,

I read you are a priest. What’s more is that I believe you are familiar with the sinister happenings here in Sterling. Dreams of cemeteries and churches and tunnels.

If you happened to have met a priest in gray in your dreams, please, do not hesitate to reach out to me. I have heard a lot about you, John.

Dios esté contigo,

@fathergarcia1987

Dear Father Garcia,

You must have the wrong address. I am no priest. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.

You sound like a good and honorable man. I hope John Ward appreciates you. You’re doing everyone a favor. It’s good work.

Sincerely,

John Ward

(The first name appears to be penned out.)

#pray for me — received #two or three are gathered in his name — garcia #for his mercy endures forever — john ward

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redraw

#unholy spirit — art #unspeakable — ooc

satani-vitae

@agunwithonebullet @father-miller @wardofthecross @johnlovesyou @the-initiation

#HE IS IN FACT A MISSING PERSON YEAH #unspeakable — ooc #a gun with one bullet — john ward #prodigal son — gary miller #when faith endures — john ward #the eternal order of the second death — gary miller #order of buer — john loves you #for his mercy endures forever — john ward #pray for me — received

OOC question, how would your john react to the other 3 johns?

@johnlovesyou — For starts, he’s scared of the man. He can very well gather he’s likely not a good person. That he’s part of a cult and claims otherwise. But he’s got a way with words, and it’s so stupid but initiate feels calmer with him. They’re both lost. This man just claims to be able to help, and he wants that so badly. Blind leading the blind.

@agunwithonebullet — Distrust. This one looks more like him, and his eye is… whatever happened is on the same side as his, but he can’t really stand to look near it. The only person he knows like that is his own reflection. But he’s still a priest, it looks. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air around him, and initiate can almost feel it. But it’s not his to hear. He has to write it off. Initiate feels unsettled around him but has no reason to, as far as he knows.

@wardofthecross - Envy. Envy. Envy. This is a feeling he cannot complicate. Initiate wants to be this man, but knows he’s beyond saving and won’t ever be like that again. It frustrates him to no end. The mirror refuses to let him sense Alu at all, so he’s convinced this is the perfect self he’ll never reach. Initiate looks like a failure (IS a failure) in comparison. How could he not start to hate him?

Additional comments:

He does not know who Garcia is. In the Initiation ending, you do not get a letter from him at all. Garcia is just a man from his dreams who he wishes could save him.

I do refer to this John as The Initiate simply to distinguish them. He has referred to himself as Ward prior, but sincerely believes he does not deserve the name.

The Mirror Demon is innately tied to him, even though he is a vessel for The UNSPEAKABLE. They can share.

#for his mercy endures forever — john ward #order of buer — john loves you #a gun with one bullet — john ward #when faith endures — john ward #unspeakable — ooc

OOC: JUST TRIED EDITING MY OG POST YOU REPOSTED AND FOR SOME REASON IT WAS LETTING ME EDIT YOURS IS THIS NORMLA OR IS MY TUMBLR TWEAKINB

grdF?SERGF?SD?G pvp enabled once more

#unspeakable — ooc

wardofthecross-deactivated20250

Choose your fighter (but they’re all mentally unwell men haunted by some sort of demon)

Stick man art?? I saw art very loosely I did this in 20 minutes. if I were to try draw all 4 of them normally I might cry

@agunwithonebullet @johnlovesyou @the-initiation waves hi guys

.LETS FUCKING GO

#unholy spirit — art

#what sins have you come to confess — post #give thanks to the lord for he is good — mirror demon #translation in comments #((My actual thoughts BTW

DREW MYSELF. I AM VERY PROUD. FATHER GARCIA SAID HE’D PUT IT ON THE FRIDGE. IM TAKING REQUESTS.

(ooc: a stupid doodle he did of himself. Hes very proud. I just wanted an excuse to make some god awful doodles of him. I feel as if he would draw himself either really normal or as some ancient eldritch being. Also they don’t have a fridge- they barely even have functioning electricity)

#onto the fridge with ye

.bɘʞɔυƨ ɈɒʜT …

.ʜϱυoʜɈ nυʇ ƨɒw ɘɿoӘ

.Ɉʜϱiɿ ƨɒw I ʇi ɘivom ɿɘɈɈɘd ɒ ɘbɒm ɘv’blυoW .Ɉolq ɘʜɈ Ɉυodɒ ϱnoɿW

.nwob ɘmoƆ .nυʇ booӘ .ɘivom ɿoɿɿoH .ϱniwɘiv ʜɈnɘɘɈɿiʜT ɘʜT γɒbiɿᆿ ɒ oɈ bɘɈivni oƨlɒ ɘɿɒ υoγ ,ɿɘvɘwoH .γnɒqmoɔ lɒυƨυ ,ƨnɒɘm on γd ,ɘɿɒ υoY

(Mirror text: You are, by no means, usual company. However, you are also invited to a Friday The Thirteenth viewing. Horror movie. Good fun. Come down.)

- @the-initiation

WHAT IS THAT?

!γɘllɒ ɿυoγ qU !bɘvɿɘƨɘႧ !lɒɈυɿઘ .ƨbnυoɿϱ qmɒɔ no niƨ ni ɘϱlυbni oʜw ɘƨoʜɈ ƨɿɘbɿυm oʜw ɿɘlliʞ ɒ γd bɘɈnυɒʜ qmɒɔ ɒ Ɉυodɒ ɘivom ɒ ƨ’ɈI

OH MY- I WOULD BE DELIGHTED!

#thy penance — replies #order of buer — john loves you #give thanks to the lord for he is good — mirror demon

!Ɉiƨiv oɈ ɘɘɿʇ lɘɘᆿ !ɘƨɒɘlq ,nɘʜT

Ⴑoʜn Wɒɿb’ƨ Abbɿɘƨƨ

.γɒw ƨiʜɈ ƨϱniʜɈ ϱniʜɔɈɒw ɿɘʇɘɿq I Ɉυd ,noiƨƨɘƨƨoq ʇo ɘldɒqɒɔ γɈnɘlq mɒ I.ƨɿoɿɿim ɘʜɈ ʞɔold Ɉ’nob ɈƨυႱ

.nwob ɘmoƆ .nυʇ booӘ .ɘivom ɿoɿɿoH .ϱniwɘiv ʜɈnɘɘɈɿiʜT ɘʜT γɒbiɿᆿ ɒ oɈ bɘɈivni oƨlɒ ɘɿɒ υoγ ,ɿɘvɘwoH .γnɒqmoɔ lɒυƨυ ,ƨnɒɘm on γd ,ɘɿɒ υoY

(Mirror text: You are, by no means, usual company. However, you are also invited to a Friday The Thirteenth viewing. Horror movie. Good fun. Come down.)

- @the-initiation

WHAT IS THAT?