Post by Abolish Nix on Aug 4, 2013 20:48:05 GMT -5
After its chat with Laffy, it did just as it said it would--ambled its way down to the strip, red eyed gaze scanning the shops to see if the proper one caught its eye. Ah, there it was! 'The Olde Candy Shoppe' was a classic little store, nestled amidst the glitz of a high-class dining eatery, and a business suit-bar.
The sides of the door were candy-striped in cotton candy pinks and blues, little baubles of golden popcorn on posted stands and a classy little sigh showing the specials of caramel apples for the fall season. Truly? It was adorable, and even the little ice cream cone mascot was smiling.
And then it came in. As it slipped its way down the street, a silent and somewhat jovial step, the lights around it flickered to life--it was getting dark, time for light! And just as quickly as the light came? It went. As it moved, darkness itself coiled around its feet, licking like wisps of fire of flame, sucking in all the light like a vacuum, holding it, decimating it, demolishing it and leaving behind only darkness. And as its gaze set upon the candy shop, not even the golden popcorn toppers could glitter, for the light of their color was washed out and grey--like its skin, the palest of pale white and its hair the color of freshly-fallen snow, white feathered wings fluttering in graceful arcs behind it as its steps near didn't touch the ground. But oh, how he wanted them to hear it coming.
And oh, how did it come in, pushing the door open with a subtle gentleness to cause the hinges not even to squeak.
"Oh, goodie," it cooed,"This is more than enough for the party! I do hope something exciting will happen--though I've never missed a gala of Laphasia's..they're always so exquisite, though I'm not quite a fan of the tea..unless it's mostly sugar. Speaking of sugar, I would like a candy shop of my own.It is my favorite of your human things... " It turned to a worker, dressed in a cute frilled apron with mint green buttons and pink and green and brown polka-dot dress, its eyes boring into hers with a surprising malice that could cowl even the bravest of men,"...Get me the owner. Now."
In a hurried rush, off she ran! She scooted to the back, quickly grabbing an older man, a pleasantly-plump balding old gentleman with half-moon glasses and perpetually pinked cheeks. SANTA CLAUS!? But, not quite. He gazes up, up up at the abomination itself. And he quivers. Because this was the one and only Number 9. It was not a ranked thing--simply a title. It knew who it was--he was? She was? It. It was certainly an it, though the masculine would have worked fine...Maybe the feminine? And oh, how frail it looked, with slender limbs and supple waist, long legs and delicate fingers clutched ever so tightly around the stick of a freshly dipped and shining candy apple.
It gave the poor man a sidelong glance, reading over his name tag," Harold, eh? I could have sworn that was going to say 'Santa'...of 'Nickolas'. That wouldn't have surprised me at all. Anyway..." it opened it's mouth, then realized the apple was too big. So with a sickening crack, it dislodged it's jaw, pulling it down, tearing the skin and bone and causing sinew and tendon to splinter and snap, dragging it's jaw down to the center of it's chest, wide and bloodied--what black blood,with the sheen alike to that of an oil slick. And oh how happy it was to be able to fit that entire apple down it's gullet, shoving it in with stick and all, swallowing it in a horrendously shaped lump that bubbled up in it's throat as it went down, forcing it's head back as it snapped it up like a reptile tearing a chunk of flesh. And just as nonchalantly as it ripped it's own jaw off, it delicately set it back against it's jaw and the shadow and darkness itself began to knit along it's face, curling in rather gossamer webbing--a veil of black to hold its jaw, and it smiled. It smiled so wide. "I would like to have your shop..and it's workers. Why, this apple was delightful! And the caramel popcorn--perfect. Just perfect. Now, here's the deal-- the shop is mine now."
"But..sir..." or madam? --"--This shop has been owned by my family for generations. I--"
And just as quickly, Abolish leaned forward with angelic grace, and tore the tongue from his mouth, tossing it down it's gullet with a smile. "Now now. You should know better than to mouth off at me. Don't question me. Your family is shit to my eyes--to me. You are nothing. Tainted, broken little toys, you humans are. I am going to blind you--I'll pull all the light from inside and leave you dark....Give me the candy shop. And its employees. And do not tell me these employees are people and not yours to --Oh wait!" It giggled, the laughter so thick with sarcasm that it nearly seeped it. "Oh, silly me. Cat got your tongue indeed. Well, lets fix that. Loose lips sink ships, after all." It blocked the door, preventing all employees inside from escaping," Would you all like to see something fun? Oh, I'm sure you would. We're going to play Reverse Hangman! You see, you guess letters of my word, and for each one you get wrong, I tear a piece from your man! Doesn't that sound fun?"
They looked on in horror as the tongue-less man gurgled and spit incoherent cries of anguish, before someone cried out 'A VOWEL!'
"No no no my dear, wrong game." It chastised, tearing a leg away. He screamed, wailed, sobbed even, cries of pure and feral agony. "A! A!" She cried," OH GOD, A!"
"Good!" It proceeded to write the letter on the glass window in the man's blood, causing the blanks to now look like _ _ _ _A_.
"R!" Someone else managed to make it through the wracking sobs that shook his body.
"Also right!"
"P!"
"I'm afraid not." It somberly shook it's head, tearing off the opposite leg and tossing it to the side," You'd best think quicker, I don't think he has much blood left. He's going so pale. Oh! Look at all that red, you really are Santa Claus!" Its voice filled with spite, spitting venom,"Have I been a good--" Boy!? Girl?!"--child this year?" Well that was sort of a let down.
"Uh--D!" Someone else was simply in shock, and surprisingly calm.
"Correct~!" it sang, it's voice a gentle lilt," Does somebody want to guess the word?"
"Is it dream?"
"THAT'S RIGHT! Now who's a smart little sweet-tart?" it picked up the legless ban, though his eyes had now glazed over and rolled back in his head,"..Oh...too slow, though. Where are your Dreams now? Some protecting.." It snorted, turning it's nose up at the corpse," Now. Clean this up. You are all mine now. Mine. Anybody have an issue, or did teaching him how to behave properly have the desired effect? ...No stragglers? No nos? Very good. In that case, I'll be going home. But this? This is your home now."
And so it delightedly took a seat outside with a rather large bucket of the caramel corn, happily munching away.
[1314, counting names)
The sides of the door were candy-striped in cotton candy pinks and blues, little baubles of golden popcorn on posted stands and a classy little sigh showing the specials of caramel apples for the fall season. Truly? It was adorable, and even the little ice cream cone mascot was smiling.
And then it came in. As it slipped its way down the street, a silent and somewhat jovial step, the lights around it flickered to life--it was getting dark, time for light! And just as quickly as the light came? It went. As it moved, darkness itself coiled around its feet, licking like wisps of fire of flame, sucking in all the light like a vacuum, holding it, decimating it, demolishing it and leaving behind only darkness. And as its gaze set upon the candy shop, not even the golden popcorn toppers could glitter, for the light of their color was washed out and grey--like its skin, the palest of pale white and its hair the color of freshly-fallen snow, white feathered wings fluttering in graceful arcs behind it as its steps near didn't touch the ground. But oh, how he wanted them to hear it coming.
And oh, how did it come in, pushing the door open with a subtle gentleness to cause the hinges not even to squeak.
"Oh, goodie," it cooed,"This is more than enough for the party! I do hope something exciting will happen--though I've never missed a gala of Laphasia's..they're always so exquisite, though I'm not quite a fan of the tea..unless it's mostly sugar. Speaking of sugar, I would like a candy shop of my own.It is my favorite of your human things... " It turned to a worker, dressed in a cute frilled apron with mint green buttons and pink and green and brown polka-dot dress, its eyes boring into hers with a surprising malice that could cowl even the bravest of men,"...Get me the owner. Now."
In a hurried rush, off she ran! She scooted to the back, quickly grabbing an older man, a pleasantly-plump balding old gentleman with half-moon glasses and perpetually pinked cheeks. SANTA CLAUS!? But, not quite. He gazes up, up up at the abomination itself. And he quivers. Because this was the one and only Number 9. It was not a ranked thing--simply a title. It knew who it was--he was? She was? It. It was certainly an it, though the masculine would have worked fine...Maybe the feminine? And oh, how frail it looked, with slender limbs and supple waist, long legs and delicate fingers clutched ever so tightly around the stick of a freshly dipped and shining candy apple.
It gave the poor man a sidelong glance, reading over his name tag," Harold, eh? I could have sworn that was going to say 'Santa'...of 'Nickolas'. That wouldn't have surprised me at all. Anyway..." it opened it's mouth, then realized the apple was too big. So with a sickening crack, it dislodged it's jaw, pulling it down, tearing the skin and bone and causing sinew and tendon to splinter and snap, dragging it's jaw down to the center of it's chest, wide and bloodied--what black blood,with the sheen alike to that of an oil slick. And oh how happy it was to be able to fit that entire apple down it's gullet, shoving it in with stick and all, swallowing it in a horrendously shaped lump that bubbled up in it's throat as it went down, forcing it's head back as it snapped it up like a reptile tearing a chunk of flesh. And just as nonchalantly as it ripped it's own jaw off, it delicately set it back against it's jaw and the shadow and darkness itself began to knit along it's face, curling in rather gossamer webbing--a veil of black to hold its jaw, and it smiled. It smiled so wide. "I would like to have your shop..and it's workers. Why, this apple was delightful! And the caramel popcorn--perfect. Just perfect. Now, here's the deal-- the shop is mine now."
"But..sir..." or madam? --"--This shop has been owned by my family for generations. I--"
And just as quickly, Abolish leaned forward with angelic grace, and tore the tongue from his mouth, tossing it down it's gullet with a smile. "Now now. You should know better than to mouth off at me. Don't question me. Your family is shit to my eyes--to me. You are nothing. Tainted, broken little toys, you humans are. I am going to blind you--I'll pull all the light from inside and leave you dark....Give me the candy shop. And its employees. And do not tell me these employees are people and not yours to --Oh wait!" It giggled, the laughter so thick with sarcasm that it nearly seeped it. "Oh, silly me. Cat got your tongue indeed. Well, lets fix that. Loose lips sink ships, after all." It blocked the door, preventing all employees inside from escaping," Would you all like to see something fun? Oh, I'm sure you would. We're going to play Reverse Hangman! You see, you guess letters of my word, and for each one you get wrong, I tear a piece from your man! Doesn't that sound fun?"
They looked on in horror as the tongue-less man gurgled and spit incoherent cries of anguish, before someone cried out 'A VOWEL!'
"No no no my dear, wrong game." It chastised, tearing a leg away. He screamed, wailed, sobbed even, cries of pure and feral agony. "A! A!" She cried," OH GOD, A!"
"Good!" It proceeded to write the letter on the glass window in the man's blood, causing the blanks to now look like _ _ _ _A_.
"R!" Someone else managed to make it through the wracking sobs that shook his body.
"Also right!"
"P!"
"I'm afraid not." It somberly shook it's head, tearing off the opposite leg and tossing it to the side," You'd best think quicker, I don't think he has much blood left. He's going so pale. Oh! Look at all that red, you really are Santa Claus!" Its voice filled with spite, spitting venom,"Have I been a good--" Boy!? Girl?!"--child this year?" Well that was sort of a let down.
"Uh--D!" Someone else was simply in shock, and surprisingly calm.
"Correct~!" it sang, it's voice a gentle lilt," Does somebody want to guess the word?"
"Is it dream?"
"THAT'S RIGHT! Now who's a smart little sweet-tart?" it picked up the legless ban, though his eyes had now glazed over and rolled back in his head,"..Oh...too slow, though. Where are your Dreams now? Some protecting.." It snorted, turning it's nose up at the corpse," Now. Clean this up. You are all mine now. Mine. Anybody have an issue, or did teaching him how to behave properly have the desired effect? ...No stragglers? No nos? Very good. In that case, I'll be going home. But this? This is your home now."
And so it delightedly took a seat outside with a rather large bucket of the caramel corn, happily munching away.
[1314, counting names)