#demonofvoidandnightmares

"My body remains in Hurricane and to it I must return each night. He was getting paranoid that others were starting to suspect him, and he was losing money. He wanted to take me along, believing I was convinced like the others, but he could convince them to take me along so he had to dispose of me."

It was the day of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria's grand opening. Free pizza coupons were being redeemed and nearly every ride and game was crawling with kids. The famous animatronic band could barely be heard over the noise.

Jason reluctantly answers the door.

Very much not dressed to go out himself, dressed down to his shirtsleeves with ink-stained hands. He'd opted to catch up on less social endeavours until his wardrobe would cooperate with something after the Victorian period.

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There’s always a little more to do. Even in the lulls between the urgent and the dangerous, there is always a little more to do. Some days though, he can’t find anything worth a damn to focus on.

There’s always a little more to do. Today, there is nothing that holds him in the present, nothing that distracts like it might have even thirty years ago. Forty. A century.

Jason Blood frowns at his bookcases through the haze of incense and rubs idly at his temple. The nearly suffocating smoke isn’t helping anything, but it isn’t making things worse either. The scotch in the glass at his side isn’t helping much more than the first two had. He should put the decanter away but that would require getting up.

The whole room is overwhelmed with the scent of lavender and sandalwood. Really, the whole house reeks of it. Easily covering up the smell of scotch and something else bitter and metallic that Jason isn’t certain is even in the air. Maybe it’s just in his head. He’d lit more incense to cover it anyway, to distract himself. From that phantom scent he didn’t want to deal with. From the things that could be done but didn’t need to be.

Jason sits on the floor in his study and turn the glass in his hands. Watching the shadows play through clear amber and ignores the knock at the door. Once, twice, a psychic whisper, thrice. Just leave me alone, he thinks as the pattern starts up again.

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It had been about three hours since Zee had left when he notices the little white shadow hopping after him. Curious eyes and a twitching nose, ears pricked forward as the little white rabbit stand up on her hind legs to look at him. Jason can’t tell the animals apart the way Zatanna does. All he ever remembers is that two are troublemakers and one follows the other two whenever possible.

With an armful of white fur happily curled against his chest, Jason calls Zee to come pick up her little friends. It will be a few hours, she has a show starting soon, but she’ll be by again before morning to get her missing stage assistants. The show won’t suffer for being short two or three, and could he please keep an eye on them in the meantime?

Jason hangs up with a sigh. Thinks about it only for a minute, and then dials another familiar number.

“Hello, Miss Faekay?” Jason begins the moment the line picks up. “I wonder if you have time to make a short run for me, no nothing urgent, just a quick grocery stop.”

Jason lists off a handful of things, including dandelion greens, kale, spinach, and butter lettuce. A handful of fresh herbs also make the list, fairly easy to remember he hopes, and he again assures her it isn’t strictly urgent but if she could manage within the hour, he’d be grateful.