@miraculousprotector

Like all the Akuma before him, Rictus Grin had a mission that needed attending. And he knew the consequences if he failed; his powers would be gone. Again. People would remind him of his failures. Again. And Cheshire Cat, Rictus Grin’s true form, would be abandoned, scorned, and tossed aside. Again.

We can’t have that again. Now can I-?

He exhaled a raspy sigh as his head rolled to the side. With every person that he looked at, he could see their faces contort with whatever fucking thing they feared. Desperately he wished they were afraid of him; but he knew they were afraid of his projections and horrendous sight. It wasn’t the same. But it worked.

It worked.

It worked.

It fucking worked.

@child-of-spade​

Every movement had been silent. It was as if he was moving in the shadows. He could feel the power surging through him, and he could fear the dark tendrils of fear moving through him. Already he had heard people fall to their feet and begin weeping.

Rictus Grin’s idle curiosity wondered what things they saw and the things they experienced. But there was no time for that.

A low growl emitted from his throat as his new and improved trademark grin shone brilliantly in the light. An animalistic noise growled from his throat, and he was truly a cat enjoying his prey as he stood there, nearly invisible.

@aka-chatnoir

Screams followed Rictus Grin with every step he took. When he was in his full form, everyone could see the horror that was Cheshire, even if people did or did not realize who this fiend was. Various people yelled at their fears to go away; others cried.

And each sound was magnificent. He could feel his powers boosting, and Rictus Grin reveled in the memories that this recreated. How could he have become so cozy with the people that were brought here? Why did he even ask if he could visit that annoying little twit? Gone were the days of those fruitless memories. He’d rather have all the power in the world than to deal with this.