#remnantcorpse

There were plenty of things that Mike didn’t want to think of. One of things being the subject of death itself - or rather, those he’s lost to it. Maybe that was why he was so against going out to the festival to do something and celebrate it himself - it was just something he didn’t want to think about. 

Yet, on the third day, Mike sits on a bench. His hands cradling his lantern, he stares down at it. He knows exactly who it’s for - for everyone he’s lost in his past. His mother, his sister, brother... 

... Everyone, except for his father. But the more he thought about it, he might as well include him. The man he knew growing up- although to nobody’s surprised...well, fucked, he doesn’t compare to what he knows of him now. The memory of the man who could, at the very least, be nothing but a good father to him was dead and gone - just like the rest of his family. Mike taps his fingers against the sides of his lantern, closing his eyes as he takes in a deep breath.

He doesn’t want to be here, he tells himself. I could’ve just stayed inside, and ignored this completely. I didn’t need to do this to myself, he tells himself - yet...

Here he is, and for the first time in a long time, Mike allows himself to think of his mother. His sister, his brother, and his throat tightens up. For the first time in a long, long, long time, Mike thinks about his family and everyone he’s lost. 

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Scraptrap!

You will be housed in... for the safety of others I’m gonna house you outside.

You’ll be given a wooden knife.

“cmon, jason... you got this. just a little further...” He’d been stupid again. Picked a fight with someone he was about as far from prepared to fight as it got. He’d gotten himself hurt pretty badly, badly enough that if he were any old guy he might’ve bled out. As it was, he was gonna need some serious medical care and a day or two in bed. 

"What is that thing? An animatronic? Or, hm... It doesn't look like something you'd see at an amusement park or... wherever else stuff like this usually is," While looking at the different stalls, she spots some old looking animatronic walking about. Of course, if this festival were for something halloween related, it would probably fit right in.

Even among the strangest residents of the place there were some that especially stood out. Staring is bad but it’s just happens that Ogata sat on the rock right next to .... whatever that thing is supposed to be. 

“ .......” 

Dear God, what is she looking at. Wolf, in a moment of quiet, and near abject fear, offers a strangled prayer, which rings out from her head and makes her freeze up as she watches this strange creature move. It’s not right, and something makes her feel a bit sick to her stomach. How horrifying this world can be. 

However, it seems to be listening as the music plays on, a low hum and growl that comes from the dips and cycles of life. The world is just that way.

scavenging through the alleyways seemed to have it’s perks --- occasionally, one can find treasures that have been discarded in perfect condition. in other times, it’s the broken down pieces that might serve as decoration instead. but this ? the boy couldn’t even begin to distinguish it’s like --- was that some kind of ... toy elephant ? 

by the severely beaten and chewed look, abandoned in a dark alley, it was definitely trashed and way past it’s service. which was too bad, surely it was an amazing toy elephant --- a train of thought that came to an immediate halt when it reared it’s head over in Seth’s direction, searing eyes glowing in the decrepit sockets; a chill suddenly sent shooting up his spine.