[myth;]

Something has arisen from the deep... To win this Flit, tell me a scary story Flits might share with their friends during Halloween! Keep it child safe please!

Edits: scars (ears), small horns, claws, weight edit, eye edit, mouth edit, teeth edit

Username:
dragonmaster11
Flit's name:
Abaddon — "the bottomless pit". Often known as Hell.
Gender:
Genderless

[alienndoqq]

Username: alienndoqq
Flit's name: Cherruby or Lavapit
Gender: Female
Scar story: They were attacked by a dragon poltergeist/spirit while looking through a mythical warm muddy rock forest!

sorry if I did this wrong haha <3

[JessKnight]

Username: JessKnight
Flit's name: Cináed ("Born of Fire")
Gender: Male
Scary story:
There was a story of a beast that would hide in the woods, frightening anyone who came near. They were said to be 10 feet tall and way tons upon tons. They had markings so bright that many would call them Agni, for the markings looked like fire and seemed to flicker. The few that said they saw the beast could never tell quite what it looked like, but knew for sure it's sheer size would frighten any Flitz, no matter the age, and keep them from the woods. That's why the story.... was fake. It's was an easy way to keep the forest free of most Flitz, and any that did come to try find it were frightened with props to keep the story alive.

[Nedbit]

Username: Nedbit
Flit's name: Sawyer
Gender: Male
Scary story:
There is a story that all the flitz tell their flitlings, which is about a flit who at a young age went rouge. No one knows why he left his home.. all anyone knows is that one night, the flit walked into a dark back ally, and came back different. He was only seen 5 or 6 times a month, but he never interacted, and always stayed in the shadows. One Halloween night, he struck at a young flitling and somehow put the young one into a trance with his eyes. No one knows what this flit's eyes look like, but all they can do is predict. Many think that the night the flit ran away, he entered an abandon and haunted bar, known to be in the back ally of an old building. Unfortunately, he ran into an old and corrupt spirit that forced itself into the flit and took full control of the body. The flit has been attacking 1 flitling every Halloween night, and has become an unfortunate and dangerous tradition. It is said that anyone that has seen the flit's eyes gets their whole memory whipped.
((Just for my reference - 190 words))
I hope this is okay! Good luck everyone!

[clemen]

Username: Catsrule1908
Flits name: DevilsSnare Harry Potter ahhh
Gender: Male
Scary story: There was a little girl.. she loved playing games and watching tv but one day her parents shut down the internet!?!!? She panicked hoping to get her internet back she was about to dye when she computer fell off her bed and it smashed! She screamed in horror but then she realized her parents weren’t actually home... then who turned off the internet...? She looked over and saw a demon. Looking creature smiling at her, the demon asked do you want to play? She ran under she bed, Rumors say she’s still under the bed hiding......

[kaminari.denki]

Username: glitched.
Flit's name: Plagg
Gender: Male
Scary story: The Night The Cammebert Went Missing!

[SandSpider]

Username: SmolLilTrashcan
Flit's name: Saura
Gender: Female
Scary story: “Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.”

[dragonmaster11]

Username:
dragonmaster11
Flit's name:
Abaddon — "the bottomless pit". Often known as Hell.
Gender:
Genderless.
Scary story:
TW: very mild gore (blood, mention of injury, skeletons), death, Angst™. Please tell me if it's a bit too much!

The Angel of the Abyss
"Flitz are a curious, adventurous species. We like to explore new areas, and roam through the forests and valleys we live in at will. However, there is one place that all Flitz know never to enter; a legend even the most rebellious young Flitling will heed:
There is a demon in the Blackwoods.
The Blackwoods were once the Greenwoods — a fertile, prosperous Flit settlement, home to hundreds. They were lush and green, a perfect place to make a home and raise young, which was why so many Flitz lived there. But they fell upon hard times during a terrible drought, and had to send scouts further and further out into the world to find water. One young, foolhardy Flit named Angel was among them, and believed his time to be far too valuable to be searching for something as simple as water. So when he came across an empty dragon's nest on his travels, he didn't think twice before filling his flasks and waterskins with the gems and gold strewn about it. He was so preoccupied with gathering valuables that he didn't notice the gust of air as the dragon returned to her home. She was furious.
"Where did you come from, little creature?" she hissed.
Angel turned and dropped to his knees. "I-I'm just a water scout!" he cried out feebly. "I'm from the Greenwoods, over there!" He pointed to the patch of forest with his tail-claw. He thought quickly for an excuse. "... I need this gold for our village! We're suffering in this drought, we've lost trade and supplies from it. This can help us rebuild." He didn't plan on doing any of that one bit, but how was she to know?
The dragon smiled wanly. She sighed a malicious laugh. "You lie." She spread her wings and launched off, buffeting Angel. He fell hard on his side, onto a rock. He shrieked as it dug into his shoulder. "I hate liars," the dragon roared. "You are to be punished... severely." She wheeled around in the sky and soared off — towards the Greenwoods!
Angel was confused, but only for a moment. He realised what she was going to do. She was going to kill them all.
He hesitated before getting up. Why should he go help them? What had any of them ever done for him? Anyway, if he went back there, what could he do? She'd just kill him too.
Then he remembered who lived there. His parents, his older brother, his baby sister. His best friends. Young Flitlings. He remembered the pumpkin pie his mum baked on his birthdays, and how excited he'd been to see his sister for the first time. Yes, the dragon would kill him, but he at least had to try and stop her from killing everyone else. This was his fault, after all — he owed them all that.
Angel struggled up, licking the blood from his lacerated shoulder, and took off running as fast as he could. He sprinted over the roots and fallen branches that littered the forest floor, the adrenaline pumping through him blocking out the pain. He was a fast Flit, and knew he could get from here to the Greenwoods in less than an hour, even with his injury. But was he faster than a dragon? Was it already too late? He caught a hint of smoke on the warm summer breeze and ran faster.

Angel knew he hadn't been fast enough when he saw the first scorchmarked tree trunk, but he kept hobbling on, not wanting it to be true. His shoulder was numb now, too painful to hurt, and the blood was trailing behind him while he ran. His eyes soon started to smart and water from the smoke — or was it from the crying? Sobs racked him as he reached the boundaries of the Greenwoods, and saw the devastation in its fullness.
There was nothing left. Nothing except skeletons, of trees, houses, and Flits alike. Angel closed his eyes, but he could still see their bones against his eyelids, stark white against the charred earth.
He felt the flames of the still-burning fires licking up his flank, burning away his fur, but he didn't care. He felt a cold presence settle within him, but he didn't care. He was too late — he deserved to die.
But he didn't die. At least, not quite. The cold presence he'd felt had been a shadow creature, an otherworldly spirit from the Bottomless Pit — some call it Hell. He endowed Angel with the powers of Death itself, transformed him into a creature of the Darkness cursed to haunt the place he had doomed. He received the name Abaddon, an angel of the Abyss, a demon that served as warning and judgement to all who dared enter that evil place.
And thus, Abaddon and the Blackwoods earned their names."

Hoo boi that was longer than I intended, I hope there isn't a limit for this

[birdbones]

Username: Redwolf466
Flit's name: Kilia
Gender: female
Scary story:
The thundering sound of hoves, and the smell of rotten breath, shook the ground beneath Kilia‘s feet, she was on her last legs, luckily the tunnel wouldn’t be to far from here and she could escape the beast if terror..
WIP!

[Casperphobia]

Username: pitch1226
Flit's name: Mishal
Gender: Female
Scary story: wip