just a soul whose intentions were good

I don’t even look good in it. If you want it, I’m giving it to you gladly... but it might not be of your size.

“The vague shadow under the sheet and the glowing eyes.” He pulls it off. “Makes you look sort of like the Nurse.”

Philip himself helps with the task a little, bending down as much as necessary and carefully sliding the fabric over the twigs protruding from his skull (movements too brusque might risk breaking them, and that would hurt). Still, at the mention of the Nurse, he allows a small, small smile to tug at his lips.

ah knew this place was haunted. /throws one entire chainsaw to start the exorcism

“How does this make him spookier?”

Puts a sheet on his head.

“Another childhood pleasure ruined. At least it’s not Freddy’s fault this time, I guess.” ~insomnia-without-limits ((Sorry if this is a bit dark lmao

Ouch. The wraith staggers at his words, wringing his hands before beginning to sign frantically. This poor boy.

Abedabun tilts her head, thinking if she has anything she could give to him. Her friend has certainly been a blessing during these trials… regardless of whether he must hurt her or not.

What if… a devilish look comes in her eyes and she smiles. It may be ridiculous but it might also look very cute.

You’re planning something. I see you. 

He tilts his head to the side, eyes squinting with playful suspicion. 

Quentin wants to get you something but isn’t sure what to get you. ~insomnia-without-limits

No, no, please don’t worry about it! I don’t need anything.