#fleshgenesis

“  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  “  *ava covered in blood* LOLOLOL

    if you ask him and maybe she should in this instance, it doesn’t look too good. in fact, Poe’s pretty sure this is the farthest thing from good. now, Poe is a great horror writer. he may even say that one day he could even, maybe, compete with the great King of Horror. but this ? oh boy. Poe was not accustomed to real life horror. which is probably ironic considering he’s a werewolf.

     okay, Poe may be a little bit of a pussy. sue him.

   it’s late out. the sun is down and Timmy is wandering the woods with a lost expression on his face. he knows he’s dead, don’t get him wrong. he knows this. mostly. but he doesn’t feel dead. how does one feel dead ? he saw his lifeless body, he knows that it’s his body, but it’s so hard to comprehend . . . 

   he shakes his head and sniffles loudly. people have been coming in and out of the woods for days now, looking for Timmy. but no one sees him. no one hears him. he is alone. he just wants to go home.