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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2019 1:46:54 GMT -5
ORANGE CRAYONS ARE CARROT FLAVOR | DOES IT FEEL GOOD? [INKY/TENSHI] | 0320 words  commentary | Little pills and dollar bills, yen notes and little totes. A man leans against the wall, his hand pressed against the nearest stall. Who is it that is on her knees? Does it matter? Not as long as it feeds.
A slithering thread of dark worked its way across the ground, it twitched delightedly to the sounds that the pair made in the off-darkness of the room. Only the faintest ambient light gave away that they were in a restroom, public from the looks of it.
The tendril stopped at a mass of cloth and a strip of leather, it inched upward, at last finding skin to cling to. Human skin. It coiled around a leg, working its way further up the body of the man. The leg kept moving here and there, it was becoming annoying. At last the tendril lost patience, it pressed into the skin, dissolving into a fluid that permeated flesh.
A sudden stop in the motion. A sudden intake of breath. A womans voice raised a question. It raised louder in a scream. No one came to help. Everyone was afraid. Why wouldn't they be? They could be next. No one knew why teachers were suddenly losing their minds at school, only to be right as rain and confused the next day.
"Lies and slanderous filthy untruths..." A manic voice hissed from the shadows. Manic? No, not manic. Inky was wise, brilliant beyond its years. Yes, of course. No one was stupid enough to think otherwise. That was Inky's thoughts on the matter after all.
The man turned away from the body, eyes wide, pupils small. Blood seeped onto the floor and Inky felt stronger, fuller, It's body trembled with the malevolence that was restored by the man's kill. A sacrifice to Inky, Inky liked thinking of it that way. Inky stepped out of the darkness and the man regarded him with delight.
Inky smiled back at him, it's mouth stretching and curling in an unnatural way. The man stopped, staring at Inky's face. Inky reached for it's pocket watch and...that was when the door to the men's restroom opened without warning. The man gasped and scrambled past Inky who was too surprised by the unexpected event to get a good bead on him.
The creature clicked it's tongue and looked toward the door, slinking into the shadows again, it's body dispersing into the room to become part of the ambiance.
Now... who had interrupted Inky's meal? |
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Post by Tenshi on Oct 25, 2019 2:36:06 GMT -5
i can make you feel alive  A day of lectures down the drain, Kirara found herself dozing away in the back of the class, barely able to keep her head propped up and her eyes fully open. She found her pencil trailing off as she took notes, drawing faint lines down the paper. This continued for what felt like hours, as the professor droned on and on and on about anatomy... until he clapped his hands together, snapping Kirara back into reality. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, slowly starting to put away her notebook.
She had hardly been able to sleep, not since she had managed to get herself roped in with a prominent group of villains. How she did, she would never know... but the excitement was much too deep for her to function as she used to. Study, sleep, have her daily meals. Talking to the professor was one of her goals once class had ended. An extension on the paper he had assigned was very much needed.
But, by the time she had looked up from putting her things away, he was gone.
He never left that fast. Strange. Kirara clicked her tongue, silently slinging her backpack over her shoulder as she made her way down the stairs. Her steps were heavy, tired. Instead of her usual colorful guise she donned one that was much more lax. A black hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants. Her vibrantly dyed hair was pulled back into a small ponytail.
Pushing one of the double doors to exit the lecture hall, she caught a glimpse of her professor making his way towards the restroom. It looked as if he was following another girl from her class, but she didn't want to assume, of course.
That is, until she entered first. And then he glanced back, making sure nobody was watching. And followed.
Kirara smirked, raising an eyebrow. Aha.
Walking a few steps forward, and taking a seat at one of the couches pressed up against the wall, she would relax until he was finished. She had time, after all. Classes in this building were finishing up for the day, and the woman had nothing on her schedule. To pass the time, she pulls out the notebook and begins rewriting some of the notes she had made errors in during her half-awake state. Luckily, she had brought her earbuds. Blocking out the world would be easy. She was adept at catching things out of the corner of her eye. Noticing the professor leave would be even easier.
She sighed, leaning back against the leather couch. Her hand dropped to her side. As it did, it collided with a sticky substance that left a rather uncomfortable feeling on her skin. "Ugh..."
With a scowl, Kirara shoved her notebook back into her bag and hastily made her way over to the restroom. The door was pushed open, and Kirara hurried her way over to the sink. God, do they not clean this place? Disgusting... she scrubbed her hand furiously, glancing up at the mirror. Wait.
Was that...? No. Couldn't be. Her shoulders shrugged. Did it smell like blood in here?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2019 15:57:27 GMT -5
REALITY IS A LIE; BUY GOLD! | DOES IT FEEL GOOD? [INKY/TENSHI] | 0320 words commentary | The shuff of feet, the sound of steps, a twist and clink, still no one checks. Down in the corner, up on the ceiling, behind the toilet and around the body. Black, bleak, inky dark. Malevolence lingers in reality, not just in your heart.
She stepped inside, the pretty one, pink and pretty as a princess. Swaddled in plainclothes, boring and drab. Inky hated clothes like that on a pretty thing. It liked to watch, it liked to touch. Touch? Did inky touch? Didn't its mother say- no! No its mother said touching was good, or bad, or good, bah! It couldn't remember.
This way and that it's mind went, swirling in a beautiful dance of sound and shiny lights. Pretty glittery stars that dazzled its eyes and spun its senses. Oh, no, those were real. The lights were on! The body exposed. The man had hidden himself inside the closet.
Professor... oh professor... you can't get away.
Inky looked up at the interloper, looked was a funny word though. Inky was in three places, or was it four? Ten? It could see her from all angles, including the fun ones! Inky knew that pretty pink pat of hair. A twisted little darling that it had found so fun just the other day. Oh heavens! Oh stars! It was it's friend! It found a friend!
It wondered if it could have a little taste...
Inky blackness stretched across the floor. Twisting, curling, coiling and boiling, cruel cold pooled beneath her feet before inching its way up her leg. It stopped when it hit cloth, hunger burning, eager, ready, playful, mad. The creature of instinct trembled at the idea of slipping into her clothes, of burning into her skin, of destroying her mind.
It stopped, coiling up her body but staying above her clothes...this time. It pulled away at the end, reforming into the beast that terrorized Japan. The most wanted 'creature' in the country. It's mouth wide and deformed, its eyes trembling, its long, gaunt shape like that of a twig or something from a horror film. It lingered over her shoulder, staring into the mirror with her.
"Inky says... Hi~" |
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