Crash Landing(open rp thing)
The wind howled fiercely through the two hardwood corpses on either side of the tiny mosoleum like house. Sitting outside sat the patchwork spook yanking a few patches of witch hazel and deadly nightshade. What am I to do with this? He thought to himself, he never had many guests, nor had he the patience to go out to petition any. Then Again, how were they supposed to get to him? Hell, how did he ever lay claim to this floating rock to begin with!? The answer was simple, there was no explanation. Only this lapin looking doll alone with his dead plants and tombstones.
A loud roar of wind disrupted his thoughts and before he knew it his floating island smashed into something, catapulting him in the process. THUD! His back came in hard contact with a thick oak tree. Sliding down painfully his legs dangled over his head credulously as his feet managed to touch the dirt ground. The colors in this new place were bright... but not overly so... if he didn't know any better he'd landed in the backyard of an Undertaker or someone who lived in a beast of a house near a cemetery.
