- A Pissed Off Sheet Ghost ( @livefromthenether )

"Is that really the best you could do? A sheet thrown over your head? Do you have no respect for this holiday?"

Shad is--predictably--wearing a Grim Reaper costume. He tosses a few golden carrots into whatever container is being presented to him.

"You could have been something fun like a demon, or a cat." He gestures to the sheet, resisting the urge to set it on fire. "But nooooo."

Why yes, I found them quite helpful. Sketching things on the sides of my notes help me visualize, if that makes sense. Here, I shall draw something for you now.

Shadow as this (text included)

1. Did you made non-canon versions of Alphatale?

2. Some facts about Hell!Sans?

3. Who created 2D?

4. Do you know the series called Marvel's What if?

1) No

2)

He likes strawberry Jam

Loves Halloween

and Has a allergic reaction to peanuts

3) D2? and I did

He sits amongst the sands, combing through souls and letting them drift back into the ground. A few spirits hover around him and chitter nonsense before he hears a strange whisper.

"Are they?" He stops pawing at the sand and folds his hands in his lap, staring up at the Nether ceiling. "I can only hope they don't make the same...mistakes, we did in our relationship."

"You know," He looks at the spirits around him. "I can bemoan The Protector's existence all I want, but I cannot deny our history. We used to be quite good friends."

"I think we were often at odds due to the nature of our powers. But he wound often use his shields to protect the things I could not help but destroy, and I am very thankful for that."

His eyes flash as he stands up and brushes himself off. "Him and Xavier both ran quite cold, and I remember on multiple adventures them both using me as a heat source in the night. Throwing their freezing limbs over me in the night and snoring up a storm." The corner of his mouth twitches before he frowns.

"I have many fond memories of him, but Esmund was the first to betray me after Irene, and I can never forgive that."

Sand crunches beneath his boots as he starts to wander off, spirits still slowly following him like leaves in a gentle breeze--a sharp contrast to the burning footsteps Shad was leaving behind.

"My anger will last for generations. My wrath will outlive elves. There is nothing that will stop me from wiping every Divine Warrior completely off the face of the universe forever. So I find it hard to believe that Esmund and I's reincarnations could ever get along."

Tell us,are you from outside? If so,how is it?

It's been so long since we've seen the sun.

While scouring fossils and detailing the scale a creature would have to be to leave such large bones, a spirit lies in wait until his boots land close enough for the spirit to tear itself from the sand.

"You are not from here, and yet so familiar.

Tell us, are you from outside? If so, how is it?

It's been so long since we've seen the sun."

Shad wrestles with the spirit for a while before shoving it back down into the sand. Moments later while hes still recovering from the fright it pokes its head back out of the shifting ground, head tilted and waiting for an answer.

"You!" His chest heaves, the spirits haven't rattled him so much since the first time they started appearing to him. "Fine. Yes, I am from the Overworld, and last I saw it was embroiled in war." He pauses, and clutches his chest as if he was in pain.

"I haven't seen the sun in a while either." His head tilts down and his hair covers his eyes. "I don't think I could even bare to see it, I don't think... I could bare to see the Overworld ever again. Watching life go on without...without her..." He takes a deep breath and stares down at the soul.

"I don't know why you'd say I seem familiar, but I've only been here for maybe a few months. Unless you mean that you've seen me wandering around here already in which case that would be obvious." He stomps his foot and the sand around him shifts, bending to the will of his destructive powers.

"Leave me before I make you."

He seems to be more ready for this question. Another spectral form emerges from the sand to whisper a question to him.

"You seem nice. Are you nice?"