" Ms. Niffty I hardly think such physical contact is warranted here. And please just address me as Baxter. You have done nothing wrong to merit physical correction. "

the nurse can't help but stare at the fucking red balloon, tears swelling up in those icy blue eyes. ( a mixture of fear and rage. ) he's been through so much through out her life because of these damn abilities, now this fucking nightmare fuel was in her townhouse. ( a part of her is thankful that their roommate was still working the late shift at fedex. at least he doesn't have to deal with this. ) their nose starts to turn a little pink as they sniffle, trying to keep their composure. ( things like pennywise feed off fear. )

@killjoysnoise asked:

In front of Angel's door stands a candle. Its scent is described as 'pungent dank', with a picture of a sewer on the front. Merry Christmas!

Popping the lid off (couldn't be that bad, was it?), OOFDA, it was, indeed, THAT BAD. Scrunched nose, Angel recoiled back before his cocaine receptacle vacated from his face, screwing that lid back on nice and tight. And then he sat. And thought. Tear the label off, looked like a normal candle. Set it somewhere, light it--

And it'd make for a very potent, and inconspicuous stink bomb.

spotify wrapped starter / #54 - MONTERO ( Call Me By Your Name ) by Lil Nas X.

He'd only visited the hotel to see what all the hype was about. Now here he was talking with the Adam Slayer herself, and to say he liked her chaotic nature was an understatement. If anything, he was happy to oblige her excitement with each show of his weapons. How he was one of the bad boys she seemed to speak about. Things only seemed to escalate from there.

"I have two Ninas? What...fun!" Is that fear in his eyes? There might be a bit of fear in his eyes.

"The world can barely handle one..."

It’s something with the environment that needs some tinkering with, but Caine is unaccustomed to the near blackness of the circus, and it brings back…some horrific memories if he’s honest.

You’re not in that box anymore. You broke out of that horrible prison, because you’re AMAZING! And you can sure handle a bit of dark!

…And that’s why AM suddenly finds his creation has darted to his side, trying to hide a faint quiver. “AM, hello!” He struggles to maintain his normal excited and loud tone, but it’s meek. Fingers clutch onto the other’s shirt tail, trying to act like everything is alright and that he came here for AM’s benefit, like his face isn’t nearly in his shirt, and sounding near tears.

“I-I’m just doing rounds to make s-sure everyone here is acclimating well to the darkness we’re suddenly in!” Dark. Isolation. Prison.