[KarKat Vantas ♋]

What a creepy fellow. He looks almost... possessed...

To try out for this feather boa, write a scary (but CS appropriate) story pertaining to them! The story can be about anything (their past, what they're scared of, their present, etc.), and it can be as long as you want!
Take the prompt however you like, as long as it has some sort of spook-factor to it, it should be fine!

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Scary Story:[/b] (past, fears, about them, etc.// take the prompt as you will)

Extras and prettying up are allowed!!
ENDS: October 31st

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BIG BOOTY MARK

[bellini]

YeS yes yes mark

[Noodle boi Kudanori]

Name: Akuma
Gender: Male
Scary Story: (past, fears, about them, etc.// take the prompt as you will) WIP ; marking

[scarecrowz]

Name: Hex
Gender: Male
Scary Story: (past, fears, about them, etc.// take the prompt as you will)

[NaCl]

dropping! good luck to everyone else <3

[sweetdragon]

mark

[KarKat Vantas ♋]

Just a reminder that this ends in 3 days!!! ;v;-b

[Evils]

Name: Prometheus
Gender: Male
Scary Story:
Twisting ink swirled coldly through the opening of the statue's broken face. The thick liquid crawled slowly and pulsated as if it were alive; a parasite of this stone boa's mind. The world around it was dark and cloudy with the goo that enveloped it. The sky cried red and black from its bruising.
Nature in its entirety was wet and cold. Mold and fungus grew within the ink and ate away at rotting graves and the trees that surrounded them. Prometheus stood amongst the grotesque beauty of it all. His hands plunged deep in the oozing cracked statue, his fingers intertwined with the being that still slithered and breathed inside.
Pulling his gnarly clawed hands from the muck he held a creature high to the sky. It was his death. A squirming little creature that bore no features other than the ink that clotted and bulged around it. "Foul misery!" Prometheus cried out to his future. "Take my life away from this place and back to our own, nothing more will ever grow!"
Silence broke into a deeper silence and nothing but death could be heard as it enveloped the boa's feeble conscious. "Destiny" was all that was heard.
The anger of this drove Prometheus mad; he threw the dreaded creature into the moss where it curled up and died, it's thick liquid body absorbing into the ground. Soon all the trees began to breathe and the fungus sprouted into animals with foreign, twisted eyes. Nothing around the man made sense. This was his mind. His future.
Running to greet the sky, Prometheus was stopped by the clouds. "Do not pass, dear Prometheus, your end shall come again." This warning did not stop the troubled soul and he continued to claw and scratch at the cotton blood of a wall. Grabbing at his aching body, his twisted angry soul pulled Prometheus into the clouds and refused to let him go. Struggling to become free, the boa fought the gnarled nails of his writhing demon, it bit and tore at his flesh as it tried once more to enter and regain control.
"Stop!" Prometheus cried as he tossed his past to the side. "Leave me be, go posses the weak, not I!" A foul hissing bellowed from the carbon copy that was he. It was a laugh. "You are the weak." The demon smiled as it plunged its claws deep within Prometheus's face.
As quickly as it happened the pain was gone. He opened up his eyes and saw his own grave, a cracked statue sitting on top of the plot.
"So my future is truth." The tired boa whimpered. Looking around he saw no one else in sight, for he had no familiar - no family, no friends. His grave lay empty in the wake of the gloomy grey day. He was the cause of the plague. The title his tombstone bore: Demon of Hammond, Dearest Prometheus of Drey.

[Vexious]

Name: ryker

Gender: male

Scary Story:

the slightly larger feather boa slunked back,
" me? scared? " he started to chuckle; seemingly almost hysterically.
" you are not wrong, my dear everyone has there own fear,
but everyone is unknowingly afraid of the unknown. "
his own body let out a quiver though not in fear but in excitement,
you could tell the feather boa wasn't concerned about his fears
that is if the large brute had any. that he was not at all
frightened of fear itself. he seemed entertained and
thrilled of it instead which could make anything around
quite unnerving. something about this feather boa
through you off, you couldn't tell was he good? was he evil?
the large grin on his face executing his sharp teeth that
looked shark-like; never ending. Let me not forget made the large
brute come off as a wicked and cruel being, but all despite
that he was gentle. like something that would coax kids
to follow him into the unknown to where they would
never be seen by a known soul again. he seemed dangerous,
but curiosity seemed to get the best of us occasionally, this fed him.
the action of being able to bribe others to their death?
specifically kids, you felt a shiver go up your spine,
not what the boa was feeling at all, you felt your heart sink
when you realized. . . " why am i following you into the dark. . ."