—+ am a God. An Eater of Worlds. You are not me. I would feast on you if it weren’t for you being. . . overcooked.”
The clown mocked before slowly sinking back into the darkness to continue its feast.
The entity just chuckled again at the other’s confidence. A loud crunch echoed the chambers as It had been in the middle of its feast. Just slowly emerging from the darkness with blood dripping the clown’s face.
“There isn’t enough room for you here. You are merely a man, I —+
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〝 Oh Derry is a 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 change of pace 〞
slanted over , arms crossed . been a while since he felt 𝙞𝙩
〝 althought it's not fun if everyone expects a clown in their dreams . 〞
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The entity slowly tilted its head, its painted smile stretched unnaturally wide. A faint, high-pitched giggle escaped as the clown’s eyes settle on Freddy still.
“Oh-ho-ho. . . You have quite the mouth on you. A long ways from Elm Street aren’t you.”
—+ and trust me, sweetheart, it always does, you got a plan to get us out, or am I gonna have to carry your pretty ass to safety?”
He straightened, folding his arms across his chest, the expression on his face making it painfully clear that he's already halfway sold.
Victor lets out a low chuckle, his sharp canines flashing with a predatory gleam. He slowly rose to his full height, rolling his shoulders asthough the mere mention of a little violence has already begun to loosen the joints.
“Forty percent, huh?” —+
—+ as if trying to decide whether she’s more trouble than she’s worth. His nose inhaling her delicious yet overbearing scent.
“What's the target? How many assholes are standin' between us and the prize? And, most importantly… When the whole damn place goes to hell —+
“A proposition for me? N’ what would that be? You’re in dangerous territory, kitty.”
He was… intrigued. His clawed hand gently turning his large frame to look at her. His nose picking up her scent more than ever as she smelled of expensive perfume and leather.
She shrugs casually, pacing in front of him.
“Who knows? Boredom, cabin-fever, looking for another cat to talk to.
Or maybe…
I have a proposition for you…”
The large male just growled again before running a hand over his face. He slept like shit. Rather bold of her to stand so close.
“Why are ya’ bothering me? What do ya’ want, cat.”
The only reason he hasn’t spilled her blood is because she’s hot. Count her lucky.