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Thank you James Keaton for the crumbs

Source: https://x.com/mrfurious32821/status/1781545827774673077?s=46&t=wr-9R-ptafDhx0m2OG8z0A

// Closed RP with @albertcaine

When young Edgar J witnesses a gruesome experiment, he grows afraid of the one person he can trust: his grandfather. Will Dr. Albert Caine be able to set aside his pride to comfort his grandson? //

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Edgar had no knowledge of the time. All he knew is that he wasn’t home. Rising up from the armchair, Edgar scanned the dark candle lit room. Figured his mom or dad left him here to sleep. He gave his eyes a quick rub. Dried mucus and boogers fell onto his hands. His black hair was a tangled mess. “Mommy?.... Daddy?...” he called out. 

No answer. 

Confused the boy was. He collected his blanket and carefully climbed down from the tall armchair. Now, normally little Edgar was not left along unless he was sleeping. However, something felt off.

Studying the surroundings, he came across a massive flight of stairs. Finally, he noted that he was in his grandfather’s mansion. “Grandpa!” Edgar called out. “Papa!?” 

At that moment, a strange noise caught the child’s attention. Screaming? Edgar could not be sure. Cautiously, Edgar climbed the steep carpet covered steps to the first floor. “Grandpa?” 

Continuing to follow the strange echo, Edgar came across a hidden doorway. He opened it, finding a set of dark stone stairs leading to what appeared to be a layer. Edgar, for the longest time, had never known of this doorway. A strong scent of Iron and rot. “Grandpa?!” Edgar called out. 

I apologize if there is no photo credit. I sadly have forgotten where these came from. However, if I do remember, I will post it.

The Usher put a finger to his temple for a moment before licking the tip that was exposed from the glove, “An amulet you say? I don’t recall seeing an amulet anywhere except when I had the reigns of the event. Mr Ray must’ve taken it when the season was over.”

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