#macabre-bedlamite

“what the fuck?!” Jonathan stood stiffly as he watched the other man wake up almost casually. “dude we- I thought you were dead.” If it weren’t for sock wanting to go around the neighborhood catching strays and finding the creepy old house Jonathan wouldn’t have even been up this late. “what the hell happened here?” 

Funeral for A Great Drunken Bird - All Them Witches

Karl only laughed to himself as he went through the book, looking carefully at each and every drawing and scribble in it. the black bird on his shoulder watching silently. “You’re right, Arma. these drawings do start out rather nice! I wonder what happened.” he kept flipping through the sketch book a few more times, paying no attention to his surroundings other than he knew he was breaking and entering into someone’s home while he hid from everyone trying to chase him down. “What do you say, should we take it with us?”

Jason sneaks up on the stranger, tightening his grip on his weapon as he looms over him. He didn’t look at all like any of the counselors that are usually hired for the re-openings of the camp. but he was a trespasser all the same and Jason didn’t care much for them.

Iris swatted his hand away as they woke up. “don’t do that please” was all they could mutter for a moment as they looked around. “sorry..” the back if Iris’ head hurt, they must’ve slipped and knocked their head on something that caused them to black out for a moment. “what happened while i was down?”