#allmuddy

eerie winds that ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᶰʸ the 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 whistle a little louder than usual, a 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 gas lantern the only source ᵒᶠ light. persona reeks of ᵃ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃᶤᶰ 𝓉inge of 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 — an ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ for the divine ponytail, unfamiliar 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 helplessness is a 𝖣𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖳 invitation for misdirection. the 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 of a local beatdown bears it's interest though, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 for someone who 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 received any form of entertainment, unless you count seeing the ᶠᶤᵛᵉ ᵒ'ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ news with ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ plastered all over it: 𝓦anted, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚢. a case of torment over ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ at the wrong time. ❛❛ impressive! where were 𝚢𝚘𝚞 when i ᴺᴱᴱᴰᴱᴰ a message sent to an 𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 . . . ❜❜ passes a hand to help her up, though if she doesn't take it, she understands: a lot being risked just for a pretty friend.

— @allmuddy: “Weird, right?” // The  moon  provides  little  light.    Allison  has  to  crouch  down,    squinting  in  the  dark  for  a  moment  before  she  pulls  her  phone  from  her  back  pocket.    The  built  in  flashlight  is  just  bright  enough  to  pick  up  the  tracks  in  the  muck.    When  she  switches  off  the  light  again,    those  prints  glow.    ❝    Actually,    yeah.    ❞  She  means,    she’s  used  to  weird.    She  means,    this  is  probably  the  weirdest  I’ve  seen  in  awhile.    Allison  shifts  on  her  feet  and  turns  the  torch  back  on.    ❝    I  don’t  really  know  what  this  could  be.    Some  kind  of.  .  .  bioluminescence?    I  guess?    ❞  She’s  scrolling  through  her  phone  contacts  now.    ❝    And  you  don’t  know  what  it  is  either?    ❞