#anarchyandentropy

some simon/terry and a sick terry 

Terrance emerged from the basement with meticulously clean clothes, floating up and out of the trap door and landing on the floor with a soft noise.  It took only a moment to relock the door and ensuring that the mess they had just made in the basement would stay down there.  Everything seemed to be in it’s place, they noted as they glanced around the main room.  Carpet intact, door shut- wait was that a footprint?  

A cursory examination of the rug revealed a trail of footprints leading up to one of their upstairs rooms, the bedroom.  Frowning and emitting a low hiss of static, they teleported to the top of the stairs, determined to surprise whoever had decided to steal from them.  Another quick teleport saw them into the bedroom without a sound, and they clenched their hand, letting their nails dig into their palms to allow a few trickles of blood to flow for the necessary spell they had in mind.

However, they didn’t find a robber- instead they found a someone asleep on their usually unused bed.  A black substance was smeared all over the blankets and pillows, and Terrance scowled.  The hiss of static returned, substantially louder then, and they reached down to shake the unwanted visitor awake.  It was time to find out what they had gotten up to while they had been… Busy.. In the basement, and what they were after.