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Another one! Cute but not pastel \o/

Another one for the writers:
250 words or less, why do they look spooked?
No extras, you may pretty up.

NR: Sclera, Heterochromia, Whiskers
S: Hair, Shine
C: Fur, Tail
U: Fur, Ears


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ENDS May 7th at 8pm EST [CS rollover]

[envy.]

username: envy.
name: Castra
prompt:

She glanced over, eyes popping wide as she saw the shadow in the low light of the evening. It almost wasn't recognizable, the outlines twisted and gnarled, making the edges seem fuzzy. This wasn't some regular creature, there was more to it..

As she crept closer to get a better look, it shuddered, making her scramble backward a few steps and cower in terror until the clouds moved and revealed the shadows to be...

A regular old bush. She blinked in confusion, then let out a little breath of relief, until the bush shook again and two small bunnies lept toward her, giggling as they play-attacked. Her heart continued to race in fear, until she realized what was happening and burst out laughing, her short tail wagging wildly as she began to play with them in return, taking turns running through the bush and jumping at each other until there was a tunnel through the bush, and dirt tracks all around it.

(162 word count)

[PleaserOfCrowds]

username: PleaserOfCrowds
name: Tom
prompt:

From angels to aliens, everything strange that you could name all lived in the quiet suburbs of Tom’s town. He was used to it, never really fazed by their presence despite how hostile they might be. It was his job after all, to calm down the troublemakers in town. So, when someone submitted a report, Tom couldn’t help but chuckle as he went to check the place. It was simply another case, he figured that it was just some ghosts.

Unlike what Tom had expected, it was dead quiet inside the abandoned building; no signs of life, even undead. The only sounds he could hear was his own footsteps , which he found himself almost unnerved at the lack of anyone there, but this was perhaps one of the few normal abandoned houses. But, he was proven wrong once again, when one of the rooms held a crack in the wall that seemingly defied reality. Immediately the light rapidly expanded, filling his head with ear-splitting sounds as he caught a glimpse of a distorted reality as he ran.

He called his client once he was far from the house , only to be met with confusion as they didn’t recall anything about it and the site was destroyed years ago. When he went back, it seemed like it never existed, seemingly erased from existence. There was no explanation for what he saw, no answers to what it actually was. It was as if reality collapsed without anyone else knowing it...

[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

Eeee I lvoe your kalons Markkk

[-pidge]

username: pastel bee
name: Kiko
prompt:
It was a Tuesday, a Tuesday with nothing remarkable about it. Kiko was lying in bed, like usual, when they had a sudden need, a sudden urge, to rebel.

wip

[waterglow]

username: waterglow
name: Wesley Barnes
prompt:
As the nervous cameraman for his fearless girlfriend's conspiracy blog, he's always getting spooked by sudden movements or scary sounds. He may not be much protection for Calypso, but just his presence keeps her happy and confident. He was spooked this time because they were filming in dim candlelight talking about the uprising of the newest supervillans and the power went out completely, which was startling for both of them. Luckily they already had candles. Wes is afraid of the dark, aliens, ghosts, practically anything out the ordinary, so living in a big city teeming with crime and superheros is a little tough for him. Other than that his life is mostly chill, working part time at his family's coffee shop and spending the rest of his day with his love.
[131/250]

[sobble]

username:
name:
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"I'm not supposed to see you...? You're not supposed to see me!"

[kayyye]

username: kayyye
name: Kasper
prompt:
Kasper has always been very weary of new people and new things.
He had a bit of a rough start to his life, being born as a stray who was taunted
constantly by other animals and people alike. Kasper likes to hide away in his
“safety box” that he’s had ever since he was little. Even though he’s
much too big for it now he likes to put it over his head to hide. His phrase is
“if i can’t see you then you can’t see me”.
On this particular day, Kasper was out on his evening stroll when it started
to darken as the sun began to set. Two large dark figures appeared out of
an alleyway he was passing and at first he didn’t notice, until one had
kicked a can. Kasper heard the noise, jumped, and ran as fast as he possibly
could; that was, until he ran into a street pole and knocked out.
When he woke up he was surrounded by two kalons, much bigger than he,
worried that he was injured. With nothing more than a headache Kasper
greeted the kalons with a fearful look, to which they responded that they
mean no harm and wanted to know why he was out so late. He shakily
responded as he had nowhere else to be and it was just his life. The kalons
offered him a place to stay and to which Kasper hastily agreed and suddenly
no longer felt frightened for what’s to come.
(250/250)

[Jeepher97]

username: Jeepher97
name: Whiskers
prompt:
He looks so spooked because he caught a glimpse of the forbidden scarecrows hiding in the long blades of grass!
Once to be thought a myth these scarecrows come out towards the beginning of the night to startle the living and get a good laugh out of their expense.
Whiskers here always being a worry wart, was just finishing his walk home when he caught a glimpse of one out of the corner of his eye and began running! Nothing scares him more then being out and about in the real world and running into things that he's to scared to defend himself against!

[deerbroken]

username: lavender towns
name: Deimos
prompt:
"Ghosts aren't real," he says softly to himself, a camera held tight in his shaking hands. He'd never believed in them; maybe it was just denial, but he was insistent on his belief, even when he visited these locations and saw things that he couldn't explain.

He stares at the doorknob of the abandoned house, and takes a shaky little breath. "They're not real," he says, one final time, and he opens the door before he starts recording. The irony of the whole thing is that he works as an intern for a medium. He stared customers in the face every day and listened to their stories, believing to himself that there was something else that could explain their troubles.

He's so lost in thought that he trips over an old floorboard, and yelps as he hits the ground, in the process dropping his camera. He groans softly while he starts to sit up, staring ahead to look for it. As he stares across the room, past the furniture covered in white cloth and the debris on the floor, he feels a chill go up his spine. His jaw drops, and he stares ahead in terror at a spectral figure. It stares back, for a moment, before it disappears. The film cuts out on the camera's screen. Deimos has to gasp for air as the room settles, his whole body trembling. "They're not real," he says again, and rushes to grab his camera before he takes off out the door.
[250 / 250]