Dec 24, 2015
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* [Room has managed to get Flaps to sleep. The monitors flicker dimly, only to shut off after a few moments. Looks like theyâre both going to sleep for the night.]
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bogisms
He should have seen this coming. Eventually, poor, poor Samuel was going to snap and try to deliver the blows to the monster that had been tormenting him for so long. Bo could have gone out of it at any time. They both knew there was nothing really keeping Bo there, on the floor and with Sam pinning him down to deliver a punch to the face after punch to the face.
  Nothing was keeping him there but the sound of the Bogeymanâs    own sinister LAUGHTER.
The monster was having a riot, taking each blow to the face with another gurgled laugh as spittle and tar shot forth from his mouth and got all over the floor. Each blow got another good laugh out of the Bogeyman and each laugh seemed to just make Sam angrier. Angrier and angrier until the young man was starting to see red.
  Then that last blow didnât meet. Instead, the whole of Samâs wailing fist was    caught within the strong talons of the Bogeyman, whoâs laughter had    ceased. Bo stared up at Sam and he glowered towards the boy.
       âAh, ah, ah. I think thatâs enough.â
The more the bogeyman laughed, the harder Sam tries to punch to shut him up. His knuckles grew bloody and scarred, his breath ragged and eyes growing wet. He knew Bo was mocking him, and that his blows were barely doing anything to the bogeyman.
He felt awfully insulted.
âShut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!â
He screamed into Boâs face, but gasped as his thin wrists were grabbed in dangerous claws.
He couldnât help the small whine that escaped his throat as the bogeyman- the alpha of all- growled at him warningly.
Sam shifted to move himself off of Bo, but the grip was strong and was growing bruises on his skin.Â
bogisms
The scent of blood was strong and tangy at the alley behind the small Reads, the humble little bookshop owned by young Samuel Vaneck.
It wasnât often it would smell of blood. Sam tries to keep his part of the back clean with minimal trash, mostly limited to random boxes and plastics. But this evening, this gloomy and windy evening, a dead body lay there on the dirty ground, the bookkeep himself hunched over it, mouth unwillingly latched on the torn open jugular.
Black ooze was leaking out of his nose from the excitement running through his veins as he drank the victimâs blood, blunt teeth gnawing on the flesh. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown, humanity shoved into the back of his mind as the monster came out. The babadook stood watching silently as its keeper gorged on the corpse like an animal, head tilted in curiosity. How quickly it was for Samuelâs humanity to be influenced.
Samuel swallows a strip of flesh he torn, moaning at the lingering warmth it made in his hungry stomach, barely noticing the superior bogeyman approaching from the shadows.
mccallofthewild
âIs my Sammy not asking me to pin him down screw him? Are you sure youâre okay?â
âHmm, Iâm sure I am,â Sam smiles softly, purring the words out, different from his usual Aussie tilt. Scott might not know it, but it wasnât Sam who was talking.
âCâmon, Scott, letâs just relax for today, I donât feel like running the shop this morning,â he coaxes, pulling the werewolf by the hands after he set the closed sign on the shopâs door. âI just cleaned the sheets this morning, in the attic bedroom,â
Susceptibility To Spirits
Samâs temper and everything would make her a relatively easy target for manipulation.
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"Lizard. Why are you not in the cave. Back in the cave? Now."
A small growl. Courtney, or Groudon's, lips curl into a scowl.Â
"Do not boss me about like you are my caregiver, dragon."
caeruldo:
  Well, if Blueâs goal is to make Groudon exceptionally angry, what sheâs doing seems to be working. âI may not be the⌠Heroine of Hoenn, but Iâve certainly gone up against a few legendaries before⌠Ho-oh and Lugia couldnât be beaten in combat, but you? Lost to a single Blaziken⌠Itâs almost pathetic, reallyâŚâ
"Aren't you an irritating little heathen?"Â The woman about growled, narrowing her eyes a little bit. "I was cornered and fought before I was allowed time to accumulate my complete power. Even my primal state at such an infantile stage isn't as powerful as it can be. However...I'm perfectly capable of showing you what even my vessel can do, if you insist on insulting me so bravely."