((National tell your crush you like them day Vs national someone tried to blow up the government so now we celebrate by setting things on fire-
Hrm I know what I'd pick))
They both laughed a bit at that one.
Seems Fuck was in an okay mood as well. Not screaming how worthless everything was.
He almost looked ugly cute, there, holding the little Frooty Pop between his nubs.
🔘Oσн, I'м υρ ɗσωη αηɗ αƖƖ αяσυηɗ fσя ƬHAƬ!
ƜƐ ƇAƝ Ƒ I R Ɛ ƬHE ƜORƘƐRS!🔘
He laughed at the joke, before glaring at the staure up front. That godamn Bub's Burger Boy statue.
"Dunno, let's see. Better yet, let's light this whole building on fire."
He was in a mood to burn things it seemed.
@GildedPrism@ElasticNen --of its hole. Dear God. Wasn't it all out yet? How big was it!?
Hisoka was right - it didn't have one distinguishable head, or any so-called heart even visible. Its 'body' was a mass of writhing spears, spines and ..FACES contorting through?! This thing was utterly horrific. --
@GildedPrism@ElasticNen --not. Not that they or anyone else were to know. ..That basement swallowed up many things, over the years.
This demon purged out of the walls before, perhaps it would go back in again.
But was it tethered to this one place? Perhaps. That or it was still.. simply..coming out --
-- at all-?
Some ripping feelers tore through the straight jacket and impaled the body with no restriction, one of the many eyes shot towards Nny. Like a camera, or an amphibian, a lens- it "blinked" and focused his way.
Eff was still just doing his best to keep out of the way.
Meanwhile, whilst Psycho and Nox fought it out in the spirit world above, with two other fighters coming in from the street, Nny chucked this poor sap at the beast.
Did it do anything? Except kill someone. Well, mangle them, first. ..And then draw attention to Johnny. ANYthing--
He launched them at it, a tentacle hitting them sharply and probably breaking a bone in them.
He stepped away to watch and see if this had worked, or if he had made a mistake.
--do such a thing. It granted the floating flecks of power to the suicide inducing being. And the spirit cast some more mental waves the way of the invading soul- whisperings, negative penetrations
telling him why he should kill himself.
Poor Nox's Master wasn't here, it seemed.
🌀Maƨեǝɾ-
Mɑsեҽɾ, օհ, թƖҽɑɑɑssszzzzҽ~🌀
It mimicked, with torment.
For, this Thing, the inner motions of its consciousness that they were enveloped in, was Psycho's Master.
And unlike Eff? He served it willingly.
…This almost seemed appreciated, if an ungodly entity could --
--
Psycho's 'spirit' just tilted its head from inside the void that seemed to swirl with red and shadow. Blue spirals spinning, emptily towards the essence of this boy.
This spawn was from a different hell to the one he was used to. The darkling it had absorbed the energy back of — the one Nox had levitated, then a tendril had smacked away, the screeching one which was clearly 'alive' — it was inside the mind of this beast. And it saw him. --
--Yes, his body may basically be a paste on the floor, with the gory mush that other snapping heads were gnawing into with voracity, as they snatched up another victim - the one Nny threw its way. But his soul was now battling this demonic creature and its breaker. --