Just a bunch of silly doodles and drabbles!

They were walking in four legs. You had a sudden cold sweat break out in your back as you stared at the horrifying beings that didn’t notice you - yet.

 They had a general shape to them, their hind legs were longer than their forelegs and as they stood on four legs, you could see that the butt side of the - you can’t say humans, don’t - animals sloped downwards in a small incline. There was also a sound that your ears could hear clearly in the quietness of the clearing, it was a sort of wheezing but it was quiet. You swallowed dryly, the click on your throat making a sound inside and you were motionless. Their hands were positioned all wrong too like the hands seemed to be facing the opposite direction and they stood on their toes, you could see the heel raised in the air.

They looked fast. Really fast.  You thought if you were still then maybe, maybe, they wouldn’t see you. Your legs quivered with the adrenaline and fear that was running through them and - 

One of them sneezed. Its face was squished inside in an attempt to recover from the sneeze but given that it had a sheared off nose -exposing the insides- it couldn’t work quite as well if it was a full nose. It’s hair was dangling off its skull in limp, stringy threads with a dull bald spot on top of its head. All of them turned towards the sneezer and one of them spotted you. Its feverishly bright eyes widened and it grinned with a gaping mouth, all of its teeth exposed. They began to lope towards you and you were panicking, your legs seemed so slow, why oh my god why did it sneeze, and you started sprinting right away. The thing that spotted you was flesh coloured and you could see that, now that it was closer, it had hands and feet just like a human’s. It had a longer neck though and as it caught up to you, you could see it was drooling and it had no lips whatsoever. Its eyes were so sunken in, it was like a pit of darkness with orbs that stared eerily with clear malice and cunning.

You were so busy observing them, your feet got out of rhythm and you slammed into the pavement. The grit was digging into your peeled off hands and you quickly turned yourself around to face the animal. It had stopped and started to stalk toward you, a chuckling ‘hehehehe’ noise came out of its drooling mouth and it started to lick whatever lips it had left. You scrambled backwards and looked around the alley. There! There was a long, rusted nail near the dumpster, that had its flap open. If you could just get to it, you can climb the dumpster and get inside safely! You started to crawl your way towards the nail, the ‘hehehehe’ noise got louder as they picked up their pace and suddenly, there was a loud ‘AH!’

The animal chasing you suddenly stopped it’s chuckling and you looked back to see what was going on. It had its neck turned and its face was directed towards the mouth of the alley. You couldn’t see what was going on but you could hear it - a low snarling coming from the mouth of the alley. You turned around and quickly army crawled, hoping that whatever the hell was there could distract the other animal from mauling you. You manage to grab the nail just in time for you to hear the rumbling growl and the following yelp. You lever yourself up to your feet, wincing at the throbbing in your exposed arms and hands. You shakily grasp the nail, which is getting bloody and you should probably start worrying about tetanus. There’s a chewing noise behind you and you really, really don’t want to look. In fact, it’s about time you get in the dumpster you realize. But...there’s that voice in the back of your mind that urges you to look. You grimace and try to reason with it. Why not look? You’ve seen so much shit today, it couldn’t hurt.

You reach your hands to the dumpster and say I’ll look when I’m safe and sound! Ignoring the stinging in your hands and arms, you shakily manage to get yourself inside the metal container. Thankfully, it’s empty but it still smells gross. You’re able to see now and - 

Danny took a deep breath and looked to the night sky, he could vaguely see the stirring of day. If he squinted, there was some purples and pinks as the sun’s light touched the clouds and illuminated them. He huffed and dragged his left hand over the brick, making sure to really dig in the blood into the brick. The brick quietly gave a protest as it hissed slightly. Danny took his hand off the brick, feeling the dirt and various minerals digging into his wound, and he sniffed the brick. 

It smelled like him. It smelled like graveyard dirt and the fresh dew on the morning grass. Danny rubbed his face on the bricks, and breathed in the scent of his blood. It smelled like....home. He closed his eyes and basked in it. He pulled his face away and turned around to face the rising sun. He levitated upwards to the roof of the brick building and sat on it. The sky slowly unfurled into colors of yellows, oranges and reds as the pinks burned away. Danny kicked his feet on the brick building and leaned back on his still sore wrists. He should probably check that out. Later, though.

“What do you think you’re doing, Death?” The skull flapped its jaws, making a clapping sound against the old, wooden table.

Death was currently inspecting themselves in a full sized mirror, edged with old iron which silently gripped the mirror. It swayed a bit on its clawed feet but quickly steadied itself before Death could notice.

“Hmm, what do you think? Does this robe flatter me?” He asked the skull.

“You’re DEATH. No one’s gonna care when your visage looms over them for their souls. They’ll be too preoccupied with their begging for their lives.” The skull harrumphed, turning itself around so it didn’t have to stare at Death. Death chuckled at the skull and turned to face the sliding mirror once more. He slapped the mirror, giving it a sharp “Hey!” The mirror quickly straightened itself up.

“You don’t have to be so jealous that more people get to stare at this lovely visage instead of your boring, old dusty skull.” Death grinned at the mirror.

The skull quickly turned itself around and shouted,”Fuck you, man, I’ve been fucking stuck in this fucking skull cause you won’t let me GO!”

Death whipped itself around and started to stride towards the table. “Excuse me? Are you taking a tone with me?” The furniture quickly scurried out of the grim reapers way. The table on which the skull was on started to quiver and take slow and then rushing steps away from Death. The skull started to jostle up and down as the table took quick leaps around the house. Death roared.