Gaze into my horrifying visage and fear it!

Tagging: EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS.

Like Father like Son

“People will be throwing themselves at me! BEGGING me to let them be my slaves!”“.....”“I’m just BUSY.” 

“Heh....heh....heh????”

“What kind of EVIL King would I be if I hadn’t???” 

“If my slave passes too soon, he can easily be brought back as a ghost!!....even if his soul looks odd...” 

He was sleeping till I grabbed him up. Little Stany CAN find his slave. Just decides not to drag him around for every ask. 

One of the many advantages to being king of shadows! Ha ha ha! 

It’s TOO CONFINING AND CHOKING ME!!!! ARRRRRRGHHH! I HATE IT!!

Stanley sits in front of his computer and presses a button. Then presses another button. He sits reblogging pictures of kittens and funny little quotes as they filter past on his screen.Stanley seems to forget he has an ask blog, and questions to answer. The people need to know, Stanley! And yet, Stanley keeps pushing buttons. Perhaps someone could make a parable out of this....

It felt like something was missing. But what?  The Evil King stood in the worn mansion. He couldn’t put his finger on what was missing. It was infuriating. He paces around, letting out a snort of irritation. Oh well. He’ll figure it out. “Come on, Slave! I’ve got to figure out what I’m missing.” He stomps by the boys bedroom. No noise was heard inside. Which wasn’t out of the normal. It takes a good few minutes before he comes back and swings the door open. “Wake up, Slave! It’s-”  Ari wasn’t in there. He steps fully into the room, knowing full well his slave can easily be overlooked. No, he wasn’t in here just blending. Stan heads out into the little town, checking places here and there for Ari. Was he at school? No. Was he hanging out with friends? AHAHAHAH! WHAT FRIENDS?! Nobody was around to tell or appreciate that joke. He would save it for later. He paces out into the woods.  There was no sign of Ari. Good thing he still owned his soul. Might help him track down the overshadowed child. He pressed on, with a look of stubborn determination.