𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃. If it wasn’t bad enough that they were here in the first place, Cyrus had planned this little adventure for the middle of the night on one of the creepiest nights of the year. It didn’t help that he could barely see ten feet in front of him, and the fog that creeped in over the baseball field was only growing thicker. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, hands clammy. He’s trying to wipe the sweat off on his pants but it isn’t helping. You would think he was an expert by now, they had captured other ghosts before them. The first born prince, the torso, the bound woman and the withered lover. Each and every one of them had their unique story, each one of them had pain and anger that was clear to Dennis when they made contact with him. He hated it, he hated them, and he hated Cyrus for making him do this. The only person he didn’t hate was the woman standing beside him.
He turns his head, dropping the special glasses over his eyes in preparation for the Torn Prince; one of the more violent ghosts they would have to capture. “ How ya feelin? Cause I feel like shit. .....I really don’t wanna be here when this guy comes in swingin.” He’s already freaking out and hoping she’ll talk him out of being here. Hoping she’ll tell him they don’t NEED the money Cyrus was paying, hoping they could get out with their lives before he’s forced to meet his fate at the hands of the very things he was paid to capture and treat like animals. “ This ones bad Fink, this ones REAL BAD I can feel it. He’s not gonna play nice. People are gonna die tonight.” @freakfink
