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My own personal depiction of The Sleer, one of the Characters of Neil Gaiman's "The Graveyard Book". This Beast is described being a Three-Headed Serpent Monster that lives in The Graveyard's Barrow Grave along with the Indigo Man. A Creature that only Bod (the Main Character of The Graveyard Book) can see, this fictional creature is said to be an ancient malicious spirit who inhabits the deep ancient barrow of the Grave and Guards its Treasure of a Long Lost Master. It appears in one of the Chapters, "The New Friend" where Bod meets Scarlett for the first time and then later on, the Monster defeats the Man Jack (the One Serial Killer who killed Bod's Biological Family when he was a Baby), never to be seen again. The Sleer (c) Neil Gaiman

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I FINISHED THE GRAVEYARD BOOK YESTERDAY AND IT WAS SO GOOD AAA

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Congratulations.

Said with a sneer, it’s not long before you drag a fist across the com, fumbling for the right button to cut him off, and with a splutter the ship is silent again.

This place shouldn’t feel new to you. The sensation upon entering shouldn’t be this chill unfamiliarity, a digging uncertain openness. You punch the com again and growl because no- this place is your home. The memories of years still paint the walls and every sight, every surface, every damn scratch on the floor is still the same and yet-

You grunt, frustrated, and move towards the exit.

“Kolodi?”

He’s there, talking to some stiff uniformed man, who looks at the brace of recumbent bodies around his feet, then up at you and mutters ‘congratulations’ with a sneer.

When you hit him it does not provide the satisfaction you want- But you hit him anyway, until he’ll never quite sneer the same again, and Kolodi follows you back inside, saying nothing.

What had you expected to find on the ship? The signs of a fight? The floors awash with blood and murder? Did they scour away the evidence after they dragged the vessel back from floating empty in the void?

You could have handled walking in here to the gory leftovers of battle, even relished it- Felt pride that he had given as good as he got, in the end. Congratulations, they killed you, but you sure fucked them over first. But this blank sterility itches you up in all the wrong ways.

It should have been a massacre.

And you should have been there in it.

Later, you play the com over again, frowning, knuckles tight and pale. You wonder if it’s his killer that your Master congratulates. You wonder what happened.

Congratulations, the ship is yours.

Congratulations, you’re your own master now.