#futureofnothing

❛       DO   I       ?       ❜       death  ,  dying  ,  decay    /    carnage  ,  cruor  ,  corrupt     :     ask  him  ,  he’s  seen  it  all  .    parasites  are  synonymous  with  the  withering  ,  the  reaping  ,  of  life  .    but  oh  ,  he  hates  the  mess  left  behind  -  it’s  just  unsanitary  ,  sloppy  ,  really  !  canines  protrude  when  he  flashes  a  grin  ,  despite  the  distaste  slithering  up  his  ribs  like  a  serpent  rapidly  ,  acidly  .  he  makes  it  a  point  to  run  his  own  hand through  his  hair  ,  speckles  of  red  tinting  the  ends  ,  glistening  in  the  shrouded  light  .       ❛       i’d  like  to  think  i  look  good  all  the  time  .  what  do  you  think       ?       ❜       a  halt  comes  after  that  in  the  form  of  displeased  glances  thrown  at  the  nuances  of  red  dripping  of  the  other  .  the  hush  doesn’t  last  long  ,  chuckle  escapes  the  confines  of  his  stained  maw  .  all  his  threats  come  accompanied  by  echoing  laughter  ,  it  seems  ,  and  it’s  no  different  this  time  around  .      ❛       you  should  reeeally  clean  up  ,  buddy  .  you  get  that  shit  on  my  shirt  and  i’ll  chop  of  your  head  .       ❜

Fear began to take to jay’s heart, their ears hurting from the all too loud and sinister sounding laughter. But they stood their ground in front of him, fists clenched at their sides to keep from behaving without thought. Right now all they could think about was fighting and winning, and how tired they were of being pushed about. 

                    “          SO          ,          WHAT          ?          DID   YA   HAVE   A   TERRIBLE          ,          HORRIBLE          ,          NO   GOOD          ,          VERY   BAD   DAY   OR   SOMETHING          ?          YOU   CAN   TELL   ME          ---          I’M   YOUR   PAL           !          ”

There’s a need for pride right now, for him to stand his ground while staring at what seems to be a monster wearing human skin. “...Just get out of my face..” He repeats, a second warning this one as strong as the last while hands grip tightly into fist. The question given wouldn’t be answered because Max has no idea what he will do if this being doesn’t move.

   Laying on her back, eyes half open and her mind a mile away, Enya is hugely unaware of her verbal murmurs. And hugely unaware of there had been company near her. Her eyes open and she's sharply, painfully back in her consciousness. Earth around her remains still, for now. But she’s off the ground and on her feet and trying to get some distance without looking as surprised as she is.

   Comfortably distant, she turns around, stands straight and glares at the large figure - dude, guy, man.