DEAD LITTLE HALF.

𝖉𝖔𝖈.  𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖞.  𝖒𝖚𝖓.

           “give moolah!”  like a rat just seen by the light, they skitter after a form merely registered as possibly familiar. truthfully familiarity mattered little in the orderless mess one would call a brain, godie a being of pure action and lack of thought. “moolah! moolah! moolah!” wildly they waved their hands in poor rosario’s direction, likely demanding attention than requesting an offering of cash.

       //   starter call time mbaby

             //  crawls from my grave like a lil cockroach to advertise my return to the og sludge baby some of you may know of but most won’t as i’ve been dead for over a year. GODIE is a little 6′7 maniac with no brains or human concept of anything as the ultimate manifestation of a cosmic being’s flaws and feral nature. please give this a ♡ and a ↻ if you’d be so inclined to take interest in an oc with original lore and canon oozing nothing but various horror themes centered around cosmic horror, existential dread and all that stuff that keeps one afraid of the stars and night.