#dxrfluug

Not much else could be said other than what the derelict house was metaphorically screaming, dark, old, mysterious, and the subtle feeling that it wasn't abandoned, especially considering that the soil surrounding the paved path was a burial ground.

As for what could be said about the scientist wandering onto the foggy property, questions began to stir around the spirits, namely the question: "Why the bag?", a question that was just as mysterious as the manse. They're one to talk, as they're currently hiding or sleeping beneathe the soil. Perhaps this was a potent thousandth? Either way, hidden eyes glared from six feet under, bushes, trees, windows, and statues, even the exterior looked like it was staring him down, the lanterns in the windowsill adjusting ever so slightly like pupils. A subtle sentence seemed to play in his head(?), both advice and a warning to such a timid figure...

"Don't close your eyes and don't try to hide..."

“Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.”

Tongue lulling out the side of her mouth, Demencia flashes her teeth, sadistic grin stretched wide across her features and there’s an almost playful glint in her mismatched eyes.

He’s playing with fire again, even if she’s been here for a shorter amount of time than him, she knows Black Hat’s temper with even the smallest of things.

“HEY, HAVE YOU MET MY DADDY FLUG?!!”

“A cry baby named Dr Flug!! HA!”

Loud laughter, followed by a fit of giggles and Demencia is doubled over at her own joke, of course, at the scientist’s expense.