#absolutecatastrophy

There have been residents of Hometown complaining about the same haunt that wakes them within their own dreams. Observing them like lab rats. Disturbing them. Something that, while at first seems like the birth of some dismissible folklore, became a phenomenon that Hometown’s Mayor was determined to get to the bottom of.

Hence, she has taken up the art of Lucid dreaming. If this thing lurked in the world of dreams, then obviously the best course of action would be to go right to the source.

She has her suspicions, you see…

…that this entity might be connected to the Dark World in some bizarre, inexplicable way.

With her eyes closed, darkness began to warp into something…even darker. It expanded. Distorted. Became suffocating and disorienting. This couldn’t be anything other than The Depths.

In a gamble, she ventures to speak. "If anyone-or anything-is here...show yourself." Her voice doesn't sound like it belongs to her. Not here.

Just having exited her favorite coffee shop, Velvette gave pause on her way down the street. The usual onlookers cast attention her way and even the occasional phone raised to take pictures or record. Yet, that was not what she took notice of, while something else had caught her attention.

Though quite the powerful Overlord, Velvette had made a lot of her own cut of the city from her fashion and control of her fans. That meant seeing potential even if it meant taking advantage of it. Right now, she was looking over at a rather street-worn-looking Hellhound, and she could not help but see a little more under the dirt. Or maybe just someone to torture for fun, and make a viral reel out of it.

This damn raccoon. It's been tormenting them for almost a week now, always making noise and digging through their trash, always leaving a mess behind.

A true menace, if there ever was one.

( @absolutecatastrophy )

Toting the latest back of garbage outside, Moxxie sang a song from the musical that was playing inside the house. He was a tenor, almost a male alto, and his voice carried through the backyard and to the garbage can where he would dump off the latest bag of trash. His song, however, was cut short when he heard the noises he had been waiting for.

He froze in place, setting the bag down and ducked down lower, taking the stance of stealth. Now in hunting mode. If it was the same racoon that had been stealing from their trash all week, he could at least scare it away. He wouldn't want to actually hurt an animal that was just trying to feed itself. But he wasn't opposed to scaring the shit out of it.