say my name

typical topics: body horror. insects, swarms, bugs, bees. generational traumas made manifest. black excellence.

BIO. xxx PROMPTS. xxx RULES UNDER THE CUT(important!)

A pale woman with eyebrows so plucked they were barely visible, her red hair snagged and twisted round into an unmanaged bun sat atop her charmless expression. Her company was as disheveled, a spindly creature teetering on puncture marked limbs. Knock-kneeing past the hazards of the floor, crunching liquor bottles bravely beneath the rubbery bottoms of flip-flops so wornthin that the print of her step was permanently cast into the soles. The two joined each other in a mirror streaked with a web of cracks.

The imagination had to stretch to picture the building's original all-white interior. Decrepitude had eaten all clean things. Human filth and the obstinate mother nature reclaimed what were once aisles and aisles of products. Picked naked, now rusted in service as shelves for the belongings of the squatters: heavy clothes and blankets to combat the unseasonably late winter cold, drug paraphernalia, and a number of spray paint cans.

The pair of their voices were bonedry and thin. Speaking the same plea of "Candyman" without rhythm, without unity, awkwardly attempting to align the speed of their tongues and never finding each other. Incompatible, but determined, they stop at their respective fifth chants.

Walls barely-lit by yellowed floodlights read sweets to the sweet looking wet to the touch. The smell of the acrid aerosol gets stronger towards the building's bathroom.

And copper. An eye-stinging amount of copper. Wet burbling is overwhelmed by a sharp yelp, an ecstatic cry belting from behind the ajar bathroom door. To each plunging pound that lands, an unwieldly and dripping type of music, she harmonized with curses of desperation. Quieter, and quieter. And when she longer sang, her martyred body was heard colliding into the sink.

candyman, what is he?

to see him is to know, without a doubt, that you have always known him. known him as an entity in that place kept for terrors.

he clings to history as difficult to endure hearing as they are to tell. you need these shows and shams to keep your interest. you need a trauma too loud to ignore. his Existence & Immortality is achieved by a cycle of ageless oral tradition, supping the chill of fear felt by people when sharing Candyman's story. Candyman has worn the faces of many different tragedies, but his current conscription is the spirit and tale of daniel robitaille. they influence one another, and would not be so easily separated. where Candyman ends and daniel begins, who's to say?

it is why he must defend the rules: summoning him will end in bloodshed, or else there will be doubters, and soon no one will carry on their lips his legacy

candyman, what is his power?

MENTAL INDUCEMENT: TO PUSH THE MIND TO A DESIRED STATE ADDICTIVE CONTENTMENT: TO CAUSE OTHERS TO FEEL EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT FANATICISM MANIPULATION: TO INDOCTRINATE OTHERS INTO FANATICAL OBSESSION

And you will be enchanted upon witnessing him. By his voice, by his fetching display, by the buzz from his body. You will have to fight to resist the rapture. You think you know he means you as much harm as romance. he is the Power of Seduction, speaking like an old lover, it is courtship simply to be looked at by him. He drains the strength from your limbs when he reaches for you with offerings.

The sweetness he offers is life without living: was to be dead, but remembered everywhere; immortal in gossip and graffiti. he offers to put You in his story, by being his victim.

You must consent, either by summoning him or by obliging him when he asks for you to forfeit your life over to him.

Once summoned by the ritual of speaking his name five times in a mirror, he can do much more than suddenly appear and slay you where you stand. he can haunt you as he sees fit, invisible or visible at his whim, either as only a reflection or with a physical form, appear anywhere at any time, and extend his violence to anyone close enough to your vicinity.