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@thecorruptedhope but Coffee

The tea that was placed before him was so... plain.

It smelled sweet, not sickeningly so, but still enough to have a bite to it. The scent was that of vanilla but with a citrus tinge to it, that stung the nose. It was pure white like coffee but with the soft dusting of espresso underneath.

The mug was just as bland, an ivory white with black splotches like marble despite the fact that this was certainly only porcelain. It wasn't hot to the touch but cold like ice. Seeing nothing inherently wrong with at least trying it, Kite lifted the mug and took a sip.

Violent cutting citrus pierced through his tastebuds and the conflicting creaminess of the concoction paired with the bitterness of coffee made the guardian gag. Somehow it was still too sweet despite the bite of the citrus and coffee. How was that even possible?? It was sickening.

Something slithered in the darkness of a world that was neither the void nor’ was it a complete timeline either, It was not underground yet the sky above was dark except for the glow of a full moon, Otherwise it seemed to stretch out for miles above his head. Every single corner of this world practically reeked with darkness, Negativity hung heavy but there was a quiet, Familiar hope to, One he might recognize as a friend even if it was faint in a place like this. This world wasn’t empty, No, a massive castle loomed in the distance, composed entirely of some form of black stone. Magical lights hung in the occasional window but it’s clear most of the inhabitants, IF there was more then one were asleep and perhaps, The owner of this world had made himself known.

A cyan eye light came out of the further shadows, In fact the being entire body seemed to ooze from the darkness because it was made of that darkness, four dark tentacles dangled off of it’s back, It’s bones and clothes were made of ooze except for the light in it’s socket and the glint of white teeth furrowed in a suspicious frown. A heavy, dark and powerful aura came from the monsters presence, It stood a few inches taller then corrupt. Just enough that it could look down at him, It wasn’t immediately hostile though even if it’s aura suggested otherwise.

“What are you and what are you doing here.”

Barnaby and Ivan seconds before disaster

The Masks We Wear

@thecorruptedhope

‘Mask’s Calling’ to meet a muse I’m on the fence about roleplaying as.

      “I--I’m sorry, is this a bad time?..”

❝...So it was true..❞

    The spirit formed along side the animatronic. He soon retreated behind it peering at the former guardian. Kite was right. Now what?.. He wanted to help Ivan if possible but he couldn’t do a thing. He stayed quiet to think before casting his eyes down.

      “You are not dead, however, not living. I’m curious as to who you might think you are wondering upon these young warriors.”