#miickeysuit

Distorted Mickey Mouse breathed heavily as he sat on the desk in the office, staring at the dead man slumped back in the chair. Yellow blood from his eye sockets was all over the man, the desk, and the suit itself.

It was always good when he had a successful hunt. The feeling he got when the guard's breath stopped, or his bones were crushed, was satisfying. It felt like it was fair that this had happened.

But he wasn't happy. He was never happy. And he wouldn't be as long as he was stuck here, while the boss humans were still outside. Killing these guards didn't hurt them. It didn't make them suffer, like they should.

—and with that, he promptly marched right in, tucked suey’s radio underneath his arm, and marched right back out, slamming the door behind him. photo negative doesn’t fuck around with his kids. he doesn’t fuck around.

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miickeysuit replied to your post: ...

suey, i’m warnin’ ya! there’s only so much free reign i can give ya! a-hahahhahah!

                                " Ooooooh, and what're ya gonna do?

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suey turn down that music! a-hah! you’re gonna wake up mr. undyin’!

"Gosh! You guys sure are negative-nancies! A-hah! Cheer up a lil’ more! If ya want, we can play catch with this guy’s head! A-hah! Ain’t that fun?" [pn n o]

     Ah, he would recognize that insufferable, cheerful voice anywhere. It couldn't belong to anyone but his photo-negative counterpart, always so amicable, so...full of joy.

     Except it was a false joy, one that hid the malice and hatred festering underneath the oddly colored suit in front of him. And his fake happiness is what he despised the most; it was a vile mockery and nothing more.

     From the shadows he stepped forward: an old worn suit, just like the unwanted guest in his abode, and yet so different at the same time. For he was of an older origin; a past visage of the same childhood mascot devoid of color. And where there should have been beady eyes of mesh, now only remained two gaping holes of black.

     His voice, too, mimicked that of the beloved mascot. But to anyone who heard it, it was wrong; it was too quiet, and there was no hint of warmth or joy in it. It made the smile etched into his plastic face all the more haunting.

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    eyes gaze upon the being before it, its back hunched     as the darkness wraps itself around its frame. despite     his usual demeanor towards other entities, this one      was somehow able to catch its attention: the sides of         its lips curl to the side as it continues to watch.