Scenes from Amateur Night at the Necromancers' Club:
"And a drop of cursed blood aaaaand life is reborn." He tipped the vial arrogantly. This one always thought he knew best.
Guess he realized he didn't when the howling fiend leapt to life off the slab.
He screamed like a stricken heiress and made for the curtains, trying to find the door as the growling undead trailed him.
"Audition?" The Instructor called to me with a note of absolute annoyance in his voice.
"Dish, if you please." I smirked, idly tapping at sharpened teeth
"Will you... take out the trash?" He sighed, shaking his head at his failed protege was engaged in screaming, swinging a torch while attempting to climb velvet curtains.
"With pleasure." I shoved off the wall, away from my vantage point. The thing turned and growled at me.
I let out an idle whistle, swinging a heavy shovel with a bladed edge up onto my shoulder as I ambled towards the resurrected corpse with murder in its bloody eyes.
My time to shine.
Now Boarding ✈️
Do not ask who for whom the adorabell tolls, it tolls for thee ❤️💜
It was what we saw. Don't let people gaslight you that it wasn't. Even people who have known him for years know exactly who he is.
New year, new feral me.
this should not have gagged me as hard as it did
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Be like Arson Frog and follow your dreams
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