#wcirdmuses

Amelia was skipping around the graveyard, humming a merry tune to herself. She greeted a few wandering white ghosts as she passed them, red hair flying behind her in silky waves. It was only when she spotted a familiar ghost that she halted. “Hello, October!” she cried.

     honestly, he wasn’t even sure if his companion was alright with being dragged along ; she had free will. titles meant nothing here. he had no chains around her and would let her run free if she chose to do a bit of window browsing on her own but not TAK. she’s a strange one ---- too loyal ? could very well be the death of her and isn’t that thought a nice one to add to the endless list of what made him so... sad. man, admitting that to himself without yelling is way worse. ❛ i hate that title. it’s stupid. ❜ admitting that though, made him feel a little better. but forced him to remember the distant days of when IRK was still at its golden age.

    ❛ not sure if you know this ---- actually i’m pretty sure you don’t because otherwise you would be a creep but anyway, i guess what i’m trying to say is that i didn’t recruit you out of spite towards ZIM. i saw potential in you as a soldier and when you flew into space abyss after fighting with ZIM i told myself ‘ if that one comes back, she’s a fighter ’. ❜

    ❛ like you i was chosen by tallest spork to become an elite . he told me i was knighted because he saw a lot of himself in me and in a way, i saw a lot of myself in you. ❜ the goggles retract, tucking themselves away in the comfort of his PAK and he sees the city clearer now. the bright lights are warm and welcoming from their spot and he finds himself giving a subtle smile. ❛ but you’re not me. i think you can still make things right. for you. whether you want to pursue a life of good or cause an explosion around you. you don’t have to be here. you’re not bound by the rules of a monarchy that doesn’t even exist anymore or feel like you have to serve your ‘ tallest ’. i’m not tallest anymore ---- physically you’ll always be the shorter one but ! i mean, you can walk away from this. the control brains say people like us are defectives... ❜

              ❛ ---- i think the real reason is that they just didn’t want us to be FREE . ❜

  “I would say ‘stop getting your ass kicked by a teenager’ but we know both of these things are never gonna happen, so.”

    he doesn’t expect her to back pedal, but he isn’t inexperienced in a soldier’s curiosity when something beneficial to their arsenal is provided. so he shifts on the crate he’s sitting on, mindful of the campfire at the centre of the camp. he proceeds to take apart his rifle, safety goggles over crimson orbs as he turns his gaze to his company.

                                                                                 ❛ how good are you with a rifle ? ❜

“So...what’s the Mansion like? I’ve heard lots of stories about it before, but I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“October!” Oogie’s voice boomed through the grand hallway of the lavish Victorian mansion, ducking his head to avoid clipping ghosts that shot through the air above him. Having a few minutes to spare between preparations, Oogie had a few plans in store for the young, happy haunt.