#abrastcne

When it comes to fables of the undead and their reigns of terror, Kai has never thought them to be any more than just that. Stories. Tales that are made up in order to play upon a grand fear of most humans; that we are not alone, and can be manipulated by those on a different plane of existence. We feel this is something he would use to prey upon another, but he’s never once witnessed something himself to convert a logical mind into a believer. Perhaps it’s time that someone shows him. The ground beneath him begins to shake inside that coffee house, fingers gripping firmly to the counter top instinctively to find stability; this is fucking Michigan..earthquakes do NOT happen here! Peering around him, morons start to flee, only resulting in a domino effect of toppling bodies that he can’t help but to find amusement in. Lifting his head up from beneath the shelter of his arms, he’ll venture a look around---finding the only person that seems to have her wits about her is a girl sitting alone in a booth. Can’t help but to stare inquisitively, stricken giddy by the absence of fear, as though she’s lived through these her entire life, unfazed. No words at first. Just a little lift of that arched brow, ignoring the cries of woe from around them. “Your nose is bleeding.” 

Again so many people! But a lot of @creati0n and @you-float-tooo. Just generally very positive, fun, sweet people!!

here’s a few cool people for you guys to love and follow and love

october positivity meme. // keep them coming.

[ @abrastcne ]

           “ -- well do you got a light or what? It ain’t gonna light itself, baby girl, and I lost my fucking lighter somewhere.”

Honestly? For both of these I’m going to have to tag @rollingsnowsmasher. Everywhere Becky goes she spreads positivity and kindness. Even when there isa lot going on she is so sweet and will take the time to cheer up others. I’mso glad that I met her and that I’ve had an opportunity to befriend her tbh.

The gathering darkness is thick,  hanging like great sheets, draping itself along the warm corridors  & empty, threatening hallways.  ( The doorways, though, were the worst-- ) a midway between what was known & what was not; a semblance of light leading to an alley of nothingness.  Creepy.  Looming. Terrifying, even, if one could imagine all the awful things that might lie just beyond the frames, the hanging door, the creaking hinges.  ( He felt all those fears. He knew all the terrors of the children in this town-- he knew what things they imagined in the dark. )  Lucky for the many who did, there was nothing beyond those doors.  Nothing that lurked in the warm shadows & the familiar emptiness of their own homes.  [ This? This was not the case. ] The silence is deafening, like a static that rings & stutters & drowns out the world around.  There is nothing in the darkness, nothing looming beyond the door, nothing lurking in the hallway just beyond the child-- ( his prey ) A gloved hand wraps around the doorframe,  & a horrible, blood-churning  l a u g h  breaks the silence.  ( fingers drum against the wood, once, twice, ) & when they settle, the CLOWN reveals himself.  He steps from around a corner that was not there,  ( a creature of impossibility ) & the darkness seems to grow thicker, more  s u f f o c a t i n g  than it had been before,    & when his eyes fall on the child, the clown  s m i l e s, with crimson lips that split his face like a terrible, festering wound.    “ Hiya, Abra!  What’s wrong, huh?      Oh-hoh-hoh---- y’looks like you’ve seen a  g h o s t !!! “