#oopise

Haha! I got bored and then nostalgic for a really old OC, so, naturally, it took maybe an hour for me to turn him into an SSO character.

Meet Enok and Scout! Ex-Jorvik Ranger and sweet child ex-competition horse, Scout is almost infinitely more likely to be your friend than Enok, at least as far as he’ll have you believe. He did emotions once and it hurteded, so he’s just decided shutting everyone out and convincing himself and everyone else that he’s about as friendly as a thorn bush was a way better option.

Some of his ex-Ranger pals probably had to come up with a grand scheme trick to ever get him to go to the Rescue Ranch, but, now he’s here, so he’s kinda stuck with it.

And he’ll be in incredulous belief if he ever gets swept up in all of this magic bullshit because the last damn thing this man needs (or, quite possibly, believes) is in magic and other dimensions existing. They’re just fairy tales for kids. No way there’s a kingdom in the clouds and a pink hellish other world.

(I've always wondered what would happen if Mark did the original ending to WKM, where Damien gets shot. Your welcome ;)) )

@mayor-damien-protection-squad

@colonel-william-protection-army

@nerdy-shadows (this is what I was talking about)

You almost seem to float as you were practically dragged around the house, the atmosphere getting a green-blue hue as dust- or at least, that's what you infer- floats around like snow. You don't know what was going on, and you were too done with this house to care. Celine- though you didn't really like her- was dead. Mark, while you never really knew him, was dead. And the Colonel... He was acting so broken. Like he flipped a switch. He was always a little mad, but aren't the best people mad? You sigh, letting the house continue on its grand tour of their curse. Distorted voices began to play, most of them being familar, but a few being new to you.

The atmosphere seemed to distort as you turned a corner, now facing an office of sorts. The house returned normal, the voices stopping and it's normal color returning. You peek in, then walking in. It seemed to be the detective's office. Abe's office, you quietly say to yourself. It was a bit cluttered, but there were articles and sticky notes all about the Colonel. In big and bold letters, the phrase 'The Colonel did it' was scribbled on almost every sheet of paper. Your eyes widen, a bit scared. Had he been keeping tabs on you? You spin around, revealing a cork board full of red string and more things about Colonel. You eye the picture frame of Colonel on the edge of the desk. You pick it up, half expecting the Colonel to show up right in front of you. But he didn't. Instead, he entered in normally.

"Detective! Detective, where are you?" He almost screamed out in anger. "Oh, bully. It's you..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the desk. He hastily picked up an article about him off the desk. He threw it pack down in anger. "Has he been keeping tabs on me? A-And Celine?!" He ran out, you running after him. "DETECTIVE! WHERE ARE YOU!" He tried opening the doors, which were all locked. The detective came out of the side door, pulling out a gun.

"Be careful with your words, or they might be your last." He pointed the gun at Colonel, eyeing him down. The Colonel reached for his side, only to find air. He swore under his breath,  making a note to always remember his gun. He charged at the detective, knowing he was too afraid to shoot at him. You try and pull Colonel up, but he pushes you back, causing you to stumble backwards. You trip over a stair, only to be caught by Damien. You sigh in relief, then showing him what's going on.

"What the..?" Damien rushes over to the them, Colonel having the gun. Damien tugs on his back, trying to get him to stop this madness.

"D-Damien, leave me alone!" And without realizing, a loud bang was heard across the mansion. Colonel's eyes widen, tears spilling out as Damien's eyes become dull and lifeless. He smiles sadly, his hands covered in blood as the bullet in his chest spilled out blood.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered it, using all the strength he had. He back up, falling off of the balcony. The detective lunges for Colonel, only to get shot. You tug on Colonel, wrapping him in an embrace. He surprisingly took your hug. He dropped the gun on the floor, resting his head on your shoulder. Was he... crying? I mean, he did accidentally shoot his best friend, so you would understand why.

"It was an accident, I swear...." You swear you heard him mumble to himself, yet it felt like he was talking to you. As you hugged him tighter, two spirits seemed to join in. One red, and the other blue.