#{v;human

🌵 The sheriff had been called to this place on account of some locals claiming to have seen a monster. He dismounts Bullseye and shakes his head. How could there possibly be a monster? “It’s probably just a small bear or maybe a wolf that’s gotten too close to town.” Woody chuckles to himself lightly. Though for some reason the description he was given by the startled folk plays itself over and over again in his mind. ‘Hairy creature’, ‘sharp teeth’, ‘bug eyes’, ‘I thought it was going to eat me!’ With a gulp, he pushes forward, flashlight in hand.

Woody stops just outside an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. This is the last place the creature was seen. Gingerly, he heads up the path and through the broken door. “Hello?” He calls, trembling a little at the knees. Yet, he continues to tip toe through the eerie, cob-web filled corridor and to the kitchen to investigate. Why the kitchen? Well, the door has been left wide open. “Anybody home?” He whispers, peering into the room.

Something-around the size of a young child shifts across the room, hidden in the darkness. 

This startles Woody at first. But- maybe it’s a lost kid. His big heart aches at this and stops him from turning around and bucking it. 

“Um...hey there, friend.” He speaks gently as to not scare the other. His flashlight searches but fails to find what it is he just saw. “It’s okay... I’m not going to hurt you. I just- ...want to help.”

(ง’̀-‘́)ง (Ollie)

Chara’s head was pounding. They’d only just woken up a few minutes ago- or at least, that was their closest estimate- and they were being held captive. That was disconcerting, but admittedly, not altogether unfamiliar. The other person with them intrigued them as well; there were many people who’d want to see Chara strung up like a Christmas turkey, but what had that dainty little blond thing done…?

He was bound differently- hands behind his back, rather than over is head. He was terrified- a natural reaction to waking up like that, unless it wasn’t really your first time- and they somewhat doubted he was the serial killer type.

Especially when he, even with adrenaline and fear undoubtably racing through his body, greeted them with “Hey- yo”.

“I dinny ken where we are either. Dae ye remember anything about getting captured?” They asked, voice calm and level.

Chara did. There was a short scuffle as someone had attempted to attack them from behind, that they would’ve won had a needle not been shoved into their neck. Hmph. They took a closer look at the chains binding their arms; the lock was far out of their reach, but perhaps…

They tugged on them experimentally.

Yes, they could absolutely free themself, if they dislocated their thumb. Which would be horrible and also painful, but not the first time they’ve done it, either. They looked around the room again, searching for whatever entrance/exit they could make out in the darkness.

Oh, thank God, they replied. They weren’t dead or something. That brought an overwhelming sense of relief, despite it all, which touched his eyes in a rather clear way - at least, of course, til he remembered both of their situation.

Oh--an accent. It took him a moment to process what they were saying with his head throbbing like it was, before he piped up again with an answer.

“I, uh...” He muttered, softly, his brows furrowing together as he tried to remember the night prior. “Shit, not much...I remember a dude in a black hoodie, and...jus’ a lot of pain in my head.”

Unfortunately, not the best summary he’d ever made of a situation in his whole life, but whatever. They were calm, at least, and it was helping him to be...at least, kind of calm.

“Think he musta hit me.” He muttered, his wrists squirming and twisting in his own bonds. “...might have an idea who it was, though. Don’t think he’s above this shit.”

Marie sighed softly as she sat down beside Swiss. She had some...bad news. She looked down at her hands in silence for a moment before she glanced over at Swiss. “I got kicked out.” It was a simple four worded sentence. But her voice broke as she said it, her gaze falling back to her hands. It was clear Marie was really beaten up about this. “They...said they’d throw money in the bank for me to start somewhere else.” She added on, rubbing her arm. 

Tesla was bored out of his ever loving mind. He didn't mind the slow day at the coffee shop he worked at since that mean he didn't have to deal with customers who seemed to think he was below them, but it was also painfully boring.

He was texting a friend when the small bell rang, signalling that he now had something to do. Tucking his phone away, the blond looked up. He wasn't expecting a familiar face, so win win.

             ❝A woman walking in heels, is truly 𝓐𝓡𝓣..❞  

 — ☣ Click; click; Glossy, coal-black stilettos tapped across damp pavement before making a swift right turn into {one} of New York's most well known Adult Entertainment establishments - ‘The Private Eyes; Gentleman's Club ‘ 

With a charcoal simper pressed to her pale features, A woman that went by the name ‘Kamiko’ Freed herself of her ebony tench-coat;; Exposing her 𝑏𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔, curvaceous frame; Laced in black as night lingerie. This woman was the embodiment of alluring- Dangerously--Beautiful.                                                                                                      ALL eyes on her now as she swayed her hips, sashaying towards the back room as she ran a petite hand on the back of her head, tousling her L O N G neon locks of lime;; teasing her to be audience-- her to be... vιcтιмs. 

Word around the street was, someone new had picked up a bartender job, most likely a {male} since, woman were only allowed stripping positions. This would be fun..Not for HIM but most definitely, For 𝒽𝑒𝓇..

Licking her teeth clean of any smeared lipstick, The florescent mistress peered into her reflection;; Her gaze malicious &  poisonous. 

              -------“So many men tonight. So little time.” 

“I brought him, Xanos!” they called, gesturing to the goat brother beside them who quietly greeted, “Um, hello...” Chara pat him on the back a bit as they said, “Ri’s a bit rusty on the magic, so go easy on him, but I practiced with him a bit... last night.” Thus bringing back their distraction, but they only looked away for a moment before adding, “...while he’s got some fire powers like mom and dad, he’s got a bit more to work with. I think he’ll do well if you’re teaching him!”

@litttlebeast

“Are you a real sheriff?” Aurora asked, tilting her head slightly at the man with a curious smile on her face. She’d never met a real cowboy before! “Like in the films?”