#horror far

Warning: Horrortale Fae and Far can be pretty spooky so if you are not up for that you can move on.

If you are up for it:

Suddenly Hana and the young ones are compelled to close their eyes. Two figures begin to appear starting with their skeletons and slowly building up layer by layer until they were fully formed. They look very surprised and let out a couple of raspy grunts before one of them speaks.

“Sooo.... briiiiight....” her words are slow and drawn out like speaking is an effort.

“Wh--e--re is th--is?” His voice is interrupted by several clicking and cracking noises as he speaks. It does not seem any easier to communicate for him than it is for Horror Fae.  The two of them shamble about, reaching out their thin and damaged arms in front of them. Their eyes struggle to adjust to the brightness of the white void. 

The two large Brownies are shocked into silence for a few moments. 

“Did NOT expect THIS!” Braun sputters out quickly, “What kind of joke is this??” 

“What kind of universe did they come from?” Bow’s face quickly switches from shock to concern, “Are they in pain? That doesn’t look good.”

The Horror duo hears the voices and fumble in their direction. 

“Brrrraaaauun???”

“B--ow? Y--ou--’re he--re??” 

Spooks below: 

The two tiny ghosts are still fast asleep and will probably remain that way as long as they stay small. A mysterious veil has covered Hana and the young ones so they are unable to see or hear anything yet. 

The two gaunt corpses have managed to lower themselves to the ground, having the first amount of rest they’ve had in a long time. Horror Far is continuing to enjoy Bow’s comforting gestures. His face stretches into a smile, the stitches in his mouth tear his skin while making this new expression. 

“M--ore pa--ts.... Mo--re pat--s...” is his only response to your question. 

Horror Fae stares at Horror Far and Bow. She may not know who those two are, but they display something very desirable for her. She turns her head to the person whose voice she recognized most.  “Paaaaaattsssss??...”

Braun resists the urge to pull himself away, reminding himself that these two are no threat.  “Uh,” he reaches his hand over to touch her head, “sure.”  Fae’s body is very cold and somehow feels both brittle and damp. Braun chooses to ignore the faint squishy sounds he hears when moving Horror Fae’s hair. 

The two Horrors are absolutely delighted. Crackling bones and raspy gasps emanate from them as a form of laughter. The Brownies are afraid the Horror duo’s bodies might break if they continue with their expressions of joy.

“This is all you want?” Braun attempts to smooth Horror Fae’s messy hair unsuccessfully. 

Bow is trying her best to keep a smile on her face for the sake of these two tragic souls. “We can give you anything you want. Do you want some food or something?” 

((I’m sorry if that last ask took you off guard. You’re free to blacklist the tag #horror if you don’t want to see them. -Junjo))

Spooky stuff incoming: 

Horror Fae’s sunken eyes droop a bit, “I’mmmmm.... sooooorrrryyy....”

Spooky horrors inbound: 

A large plate of spaghetti appears on the ground near the two horrors. It has the Papyrus signature questionability to it. Horror Fae bends over a bit. The metal sticking out of her back pops out just a tad with a sickening sound. 

A low grumble is the only sound she makes for a bit until the growth on her face flutters. An echo of two voices seems to talk for her a moment, “I dooooo noot neeeed to eeeaaaat.... My booody is deead...” She uses one of her long, slender fingers to prod around in the pasta. She seems to be looking for something. “Paaaapyrusss coooookss wiith eeyesss.... Braaaauuunn liiiikeees thooose....”

Horror Far seems surprised to be presented with food. The growth in this neck also begins to flutter. “I ca--n’t e--at. M--y throa--t do--esn--t wo--rk,” he observes Horror Fae’s search with what might be a curious expression.  “I ca--n ge--t m--agic fr--om oth--er t--hin--gs....” He stops suddenly and her twitches a bit, mimicking heavy breathing. Talking this much must be tiring for him.