11-04-2021, 06:25 PM
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Etojo felt drawn to the wicked eyes and grinning mouth. Those smouldering eyes burning yet another unpleasant memory deep in his mind, one he’d likely be unable to shake any time soon. Without blinking, he stared up and into them, unable to break his gaze away even if he’d wished it. There was an aura of finality about it all. And at the edges of his numb consciousness, he somehow began to sense he was not the only presence before those eyes. A soft heat from unseen bodies radiating outwards. It should’ve caused some comfort, it did not. The thing grew even taller before him. The fog vanishing, revealing a clear night sky which promised to break soon enough with dawn. And in that same instant he was himself. The cuts, blood and bruises suddenly hidden away below shrivelled up leaves. The numbness replaced by that lonely, heartless chill Etojo had grown far too familiar with over countless years. It had been too easy to be converted back, not like before, when the costume had been bound to him through pain. A deep and never satisfied hunger grumbled in his belly once again. He was too exhausted to feel angry, but it would come. Trick or treat? It spoke. It’s claws uncurling to reveal two items, one per hand. Too easy a choice after a night such as this, he’d had enough tricks. “Treat.” Etojo grumbled, and he reached towards the claw cradling the orange wrapper, and what he supposed was the treat. |