#captainrufflebanger

"He is dead. We are Good. We will be praised."

Doll hums the words in affirmation. She seems, incredulously, self assured. A hint of relief. A tongue peeks out, an idle flick over the red on her lower lip before the same belligerent maw, that sullied the den with red, had snapped dutifully shut once more.

"...How...How am I going to clean this out of the rug?..."

Elise's panicked thought floods through her head, glazing over her eyes as the thick, sickeningly sweet, scent of iron does just the same in her nostrils. The perfume of it all. The two stand over the mangled man- correction, the intruder. They look on in entirely different fits as notes of his brutalized state permeate the air. It coats the back of Elise's throat with every inhale. Her hands, fingers, uniform, are sticky with the weight of the red fluid. Gut churning - mouth watering.

Her tongue feels a heavy weight set in her mouth - stirring all the same at the smell of food. No.

Good? Praise??

They'd just killed a Man. In the foyer. Entrails stuck in the Lady's carpet. Praise is not even a concept. Elise kisses it all goodbye. Just her luck. This visit was brimming with an, infuriating, stupifyingly familiar chaos.

At least dinner would be plentiful.

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Hehe oc playtime

Rlly rushed painting I scribbled and colored so fast I needed this on the page YESTERDAY PRONTO ASAP but then i fucked up and forgot to save the flat colored version without lighting effects like a little dum dum so here's a bit of sketching around it before i made edits because this was the only snapshot i thought to save RIP FLAT COLORED VERSION LOST FOREVER