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Picture found on safari, not mine
also, I have decided to post it in increments because it’s not so much at a time
enjoy!
WELL this got pop reel so that’s exciting
Shadow peered through the gap between the wardrobe doors. Sweat formed on her brow as she detected two quiet voices in the same corridor. She stiffened and refused to breathe.
2 minutes passed.
The voices were hushed but grew closer now accompanied with synchronized footsteps.
The whispers belonged to two males. She could not decipher anything they said.
Another anxious minute.
A figure finally slid into her obstructed view. His back was turned to her but she could see him wearing a tuxedo and masquerade mask while wiping some foreign liquid from his hands with a handkerchief. She assumed he had just spilt some wine across his coat and was wiping it away… she hoped it was wine…
She squinted closer. It was this moment she realized- it was’t wine- it was blood. And it wasn’t his hands- it was an awfully contorted blade-
Her knees went limp and collided with the wardrobe door causing it to creak open about an inch. Shadow made some forbidden noise under her breath and shuffled out of the possible field of view.
The figure snapped his head around and locked his masked eyes onto the wardrobe. The accompanying sideman gave a last important word before tearing down the hallway into a separate chamber.
After waiting for the unknown espionage to clear the scene, the mysterious ’bloody man’ approached the cabinet. Shadow heard the painfully calm footsteps make their way in her direction. The thin closet doors were now the only thing between her and certain doom. She backed as far into the wardrobe as possible- maybe they wouldn’t see her in the dark- She was plastered to the wall at this point. The figure’s shadow filled the small sliver of light. Her heart stopped. The footsteps had ceased just outside the wardrobe.
The hitman grinned under his mask. Another victim, another step to glory.
“This is it.” Shadow exhailed, “I’m done.”
There was nothing but deadly silence.
Silence…. And more silence….complete, dead, nothingness.
A painful tear escaped from the two-tone girl’s left eye. Her fate was sealed in the dark and stuffy quiet.
Or was it?
Because just then out of absolutely no where, a flurry of panicked footsteps fled from wardrobe’s doors and into the echos of another far passage. Shadow’s eyes were wide as she shivered, relaxed, and heaved an exceptionally large sigh. The enderling set about to calm herself and maintain a more comfortable position when the doors flew back and her ear-piercing shriek filled the hall.
THE NIGHT BEFORE….
Well… it all started out pretty harmless!
It was last-minute, but who cared!?
Trot whirled around in his chair with a satisfied grin spread across his face. He had done it! He had planned a PMCer Halloween gathering, and his friends were all actually coming! Well, those who could and maybe one tag-along, but that was fine.
His phone buzzed to life with the excited replies. His eyes glimmered with excitement.
It was a master plan- the greatest thing he had ever conjured up, and that was saying something. He would finally meet his friends and they would have a spooky Halloween dinner at the famous Chillingsworth Manor, a popular Halloween destination. Not that he knew much about the manor… other than it’s apparent popularity because everyone who had lived there for more than a year had mysteriously disappeared- but that was just child’s play, and beside the point. Right?
Come on, the reviews on DependantStationaryDogs.com were more than convincing! With “Guaranteed fun” and “Excitement for even the most unexcitable!” “They had a wickedly good time!” what could promise a more entertaining night with his friends?
So, without much dispute amongst the selected PMCer’s, it was agreed to meet the following night at the exclusively rented Chillingsworth Manor.
That’s it so far!
The members included are to be:
CesarCarter
ShadowOnTheLoose
TheCrypteral
WhisperOfTheWild
TheGlitchedRobin
BlueBoyBuilds
Darkfap
Also Tzyber whom I forgot to ping ;-;
and blackconverses
lol
if you wish to be moved please comment or pm me
we shall edit the plot accordingly…
ignore the typos, I’ll find them. They’re bound to show themselves.
also, I have decided to post it in increments because it’s not so much at a time
enjoy!
WELL this got pop reel so that’s exciting
Shadow peered through the gap between the wardrobe doors. Sweat formed on her brow as she detected two quiet voices in the same corridor. She stiffened and refused to breathe.
2 minutes passed.
The voices were hushed but grew closer now accompanied with synchronized footsteps.
The whispers belonged to two males. She could not decipher anything they said.
Another anxious minute.
A figure finally slid into her obstructed view. His back was turned to her but she could see him wearing a tuxedo and masquerade mask while wiping some foreign liquid from his hands with a handkerchief. She assumed he had just spilt some wine across his coat and was wiping it away… she hoped it was wine…
She squinted closer. It was this moment she realized- it was’t wine- it was blood. And it wasn’t his hands- it was an awfully contorted blade-
Her knees went limp and collided with the wardrobe door causing it to creak open about an inch. Shadow made some forbidden noise under her breath and shuffled out of the possible field of view.
The figure snapped his head around and locked his masked eyes onto the wardrobe. The accompanying sideman gave a last important word before tearing down the hallway into a separate chamber.
After waiting for the unknown espionage to clear the scene, the mysterious ’bloody man’ approached the cabinet. Shadow heard the painfully calm footsteps make their way in her direction. The thin closet doors were now the only thing between her and certain doom. She backed as far into the wardrobe as possible- maybe they wouldn’t see her in the dark- She was plastered to the wall at this point. The figure’s shadow filled the small sliver of light. Her heart stopped. The footsteps had ceased just outside the wardrobe.
The hitman grinned under his mask. Another victim, another step to glory.
“This is it.” Shadow exhailed, “I’m done.”
There was nothing but deadly silence.
Silence…. And more silence….complete, dead, nothingness.
A painful tear escaped from the two-tone girl’s left eye. Her fate was sealed in the dark and stuffy quiet.
Or was it?
Because just then out of absolutely no where, a flurry of panicked footsteps fled from wardrobe’s doors and into the echos of another far passage. Shadow’s eyes were wide as she shivered, relaxed, and heaved an exceptionally large sigh. The enderling set about to calm herself and maintain a more comfortable position when the doors flew back and her ear-piercing shriek filled the hall.
THE NIGHT BEFORE….
Well… it all started out pretty harmless!
It was last-minute, but who cared!?
Trot whirled around in his chair with a satisfied grin spread across his face. He had done it! He had planned a PMCer Halloween gathering, and his friends were all actually coming! Well, those who could and maybe one tag-along, but that was fine.
His phone buzzed to life with the excited replies. His eyes glimmered with excitement.
It was a master plan- the greatest thing he had ever conjured up, and that was saying something. He would finally meet his friends and they would have a spooky Halloween dinner at the famous Chillingsworth Manor, a popular Halloween destination. Not that he knew much about the manor… other than it’s apparent popularity because everyone who had lived there for more than a year had mysteriously disappeared- but that was just child’s play, and beside the point. Right?
Come on, the reviews on DependantStationaryDogs.com were more than convincing! With “Guaranteed fun” and “Excitement for even the most unexcitable!” “They had a wickedly good time!” what could promise a more entertaining night with his friends?
So, without much dispute amongst the selected PMCer’s, it was agreed to meet the following night at the exclusively rented Chillingsworth Manor.
That’s it so far!
The members included are to be:
CesarCarter
ShadowOnTheLoose
TheCrypteral
WhisperOfTheWild
TheGlitchedRobin
BlueBoyBuilds
Darkfap
Also Tzyber whom I forgot to ping ;-;
and blackconverses
lol
if you wish to be moved please comment or pm me
we shall edit the plot accordingly…
ignore the typos, I’ll find them. They’re bound to show themselves.
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also if i was in Shadow's place and i heard the killer suddenly running from the closet door, i would immediately get out and find the person to start reprimanding them for giving me that panic and deciding to leave like FINISH THE JOB THIS AINT A LITTLE GAME >:((((
I said I would make a skin. :)
with Technoblade playing Sir Billiam
ima go make a masquerade skin
-and goodnight!