#squareyellowfellow

⤥ The Chum Bucket was quiet and eerily still this afternoon. The only sound in the otherwise empty restaurant was a hollow, forlorn-sounding plink plink plink kind of noise as the restaurant’s worn out, rusted down plumbing oozed black corruption from all its many pipes. The current was fierce outside today, and every so often the restaurant itself would groan like a living thing as the water surged round its metal circumference.

   Plankton had his eye closed tight as he stood tensely in the center of his combination kitchen-laboratory, trying valiantly to tune out the offending sounds of his restaurant settling deeper into its comfortable decay, and it was taking everything in his power to resist the urge to yell aloud in frustration. He had a splitting migraine that he could feel throbbing in perfect time with his pulse from staying up most of the previous night thinking about the unfortunate events which had transpired yesterday...

“But I thought you liked being called daddy!”

⤥ ❝ Yes, but not by you. It’s just weird when you say it! ❞

⤥ ❝ You... uhh... you think I’m ‘cute’??? ❞

   ❝ Gee, I-- I don’t know what to say, Spongebob. Nobody’s ever called me ‘cute’ before. At least, that I can remember. In-- in recent years, I mean. Heh. Seems most people can’t see past the bad things I do, y’know? N-not that I’d change myself to earn their approval, or anything... ❞

“Rough day, huh?”

Send ALT! to meet another of my muses… | not accepting.

you’ve encountered @false-majesty … ⟩

❍ ⧼   The Beast’s claws tapped rhythmically upon the worn stone armrest…

   Tick tick tick tick tick…   –Then settled after a moment…   tick tick tick…   –Then shortly resumed their irritated tattoo.

   For the time being, his chair is steeped in dense, impenetrable darkness– yet when the demon finally opens his eyes, they glitter wickedly in the dark to a light and life of their own. Red and white-pink, they seek the source of your disruption and settle heavily upon your comparably modest stature. The creature exhales a rasping sigh through its open mouth, and a white-gray cloud of smoke escapes from somewhere that was vaguely beneath the creature’s eyes.

   Once again, aside from the demon’s unearthly glowing eyes and slowly burning flaming eyebrows, you can’t see a thing.

   Which is why you can hardly stifle the cry of genuine fear that escapes you when you feel rather than see one of the creature’s tendrils wrap harshly round your leg and YANK you to the ground. Still without speaking, the demon pulls you closer, and though you cannot see his smile you know he’s grinning at your feeble attempts to free yourself– you can hear his teeth gritting together in a maniac’s snarl. Furthermore, you hear his claws grow still once more upon the armrest only to suddenly scrape harshly against the stone– the motion sending a small shower of sparks in its wake.

   Now you’re close enough to see the demon’s face by the light of his unearthly glowing eyes and flaming eyebrows, and his hellish, inhuman gaze fixates upon you as he bends down to grasp you by the front of your shirt and hoist you to your feet.

   ❝Hell-o… What have we here?❞ he rasped quietly, his voice soft in the silence if only so you’re struck with terror at the real danger in this situation as you dangle helplessly in his grasp– so many feet above the throne room floor. You know his voice could so easily shake the very citadel itself, if he had a mind to raise it when addressing you. Yet, for some reason he does not.

   At least.. not yet….