//Hello! I'd like to explain my inactivity. I don't think I've formally announced this, but I've since retired from Twitter RP. This account is just here for archival purposes.
@FearEnhanced
Not a ghost.
Not a zombie.
Not a mummy.
Not a vampire, either.
A clown.
But something felt off about this clown. Something on the tip of his ‘stache told him that he wasn’t safe.
“H-hello?”
Flashlight on.
Flashlight off.
Flashlight on.
Flashlight off.
It felt okay to just click it on and off when he felt a little tense. Knowing the source of a sound made him feel less worried.
@demonlywolf Luigi jumped back, and turned on the Dark-Light. If something was invisible, maybe this would find it? Good to find that ghost or whatever it was in this ol’ shack in the woods.
Starter for [@demonlywolf]
The rustling of leaves.
Quick footsteps.
Chittering teeth.
The man in green wasn’t sure whether to hightail it or stay to investigate. He kept shifting from one action to the other...
And clicking his flashlight. On and off.
@FearEnhanced
A birthday?
For a clown that actually happens to be a space demon... thing?
Alright. He’ll fork over a gift.
Ordering pizza, on the house.
Fear.
It’s what keeps his eyes open.
Love.
It’s what keeps him going; he can’t lose his brother.
Confidence.
Each time he’s made it out alive. Who’s to say Luigi can’t do it again?