#spookyowlman

Nothing about these ghoulish, yet elegant halls were familiar. He’d been wandering for what felt like hours, in some vain attempt to either find a way out or find something he recognized.

There wasn’t much else to do but continue onward, and so he did. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something or someone was watching him.

“Is… Is someone there? Or have I finally lost my mind?”

Ah mix-breed snares, a lovely invention made by purebred aether and nagete to catch and restrain any of the """taboo""" combinations of creator and creation that had eluded their grasp. One of Teal's biggest annoyances as a travelling merchant and biggest sources of paranoia for reasons exactly like his current predicament.

He'd careened from the sky, bound by the strings of pure destructive energy that made up the trap, and had crash landed in what he could only assume was someone's front yard- not that he exactly cared at the moment. In fact, all he really cared about was trying to get free until his senses were hit hard by an energy scarily similar to his own.

Something... creative in nature...

It hadn't been there when he landed, but now it was rather close by. He wasn't alone... was he?

"I can imagine you're getting quite the laugh out of this." It's growled out as he finally frees his legs from their binds, not hesitating to get to his feet. The snare muddled the aetherling's senses just enough that he couldn't pinpoint exactly where the similar energy was coming from, but he could tell it was close. That he was being watched. "Assuming this is your property, I'll be leaving now that I'm capable of walking again."

@spookyowlman sent: "You've trespassed, little fox. I'll show what we do to your kind here!" (crossover verse!)

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Fucking grubhub delivered my lunch to the wrong the wrong address again!"

"Ohhh, so that's what it i--"

The more this bellhop looked around, this looked less and less like his homeworld, this place, it was more spooky and more barren as there didn't seem to be anyone here.

He knew that he was unnoticeable by the people back in his world as he seemed like a ghost to them, he wondered if this be the same here.

He moves slowly towards the large manor in the distance as he approaches the door handle, he gulped a little before moving his right hand to move it up and down to knock.

He remains cautious, keyhole shaped pupils looking about before back to the door in question.

Once again, he's at this one specific palace which he thought he wouldn't have had come back to after his job was done with the owner. He pinched the bridge of his non-existent nose and sighed.

"Okay Barnaby... This is like what, the 30th time i've had to come back here because you wanted for whoever was foolish enough to stumble here to join your party?"

He asked with an irritated tone, he already was tired of doing this job at around this hour but did he really have much of a choice?

"Honestly it seems alot of them didn't even wanna participate in the first place..."

Well there's something you don't see every day . If not for the creature's googly eyes staring across the way , she wouldn't have noticed , but seeing as he now stood out like a sore thumb it's hard to ignore the owl-like entity .

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