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One day, during my usual daily stroll, a forlorn young man caught my eye. He sat on the rugged ground, surrounded by a few discarded beer cans. Now, I've never been one for alcohol myself, given its knack for bringing out the worst in people, but it was evident that this young man needed some companionship. So, I set aside my reservations and took a seat on the earth beside him. As we began to chat, he poured out his frustrations about his job and the persistent feeling of inadequacy, despite his unwavering dedication. He shared stories of mistreatment by his employer, and I couldn't help but empathize, especially when I noticed him gazing at his calloused hands, worn down by his daily toil. That's when I decided to do what I do best. Carefully, I excavated a patch of hardened clay from the ground beneath us, gathering enough for both of us. After gently smoothing the grass over the spot, I utilized his empty beer can to draw water from a nearby stream and worked it into the clay. The hours drifted away as we channeled our frustrations into sculpting, creating something beautiful from our shared turmoil. As night fell, I bid him farewell, promising to meet again soon to witness the fruits of our labour once the sculptures had dried.
“I don’t know if it’s because of what I was drinking, but I don’t know what was real and what wasn’t from when I first met Macabre.. I mean, I’ll admit I was pretty hammered, but I don’t think I’ve ever had one too many to start hallucinating stuff like how I remember that night.. Before I knew it, I started pouring out everything on my mind to him.. and I didn’t even register that he was talking to me at first.. I’m glad he was, I ended up telling him things I don’t even tell those I confide him in most, and then it started getting weird. I’ve never been one with strong light, so I can’t imagine how one could pull clay out of the ground and cover it up perfectly! Before I knew it, we were sculpting for what seemed like hours, but it was weirdly fun? I’ve never done anything like it, I could only imagine how silly I looked with my groggy movements.. He said we’ll meet again so he’ll show what they look like when they’re finished, so I’ll look forward to it until then!”
I was once rummaging through the clearance section during a shopping spree when I noticed this little dude hovering around me. It seemed like he had something to say, but he was completely captivated by the screw-like things in my tail. Curiosity got the better of him, and he trailed me out of the store, determined to remember whatever it was he wanted to tell me. Finally, it clicked for him, and he said, "저 좀 도와 주시겠습니까?" while tugging at my arm like an eager kid. I decided to roll with it and followed him as he explained why he wanted my company – it turned out he was all about cookouts. I couldn't help but find it adorable how he'd cheer and follow up with an enthusiastic "let's go!" every time I agreed to something.
He has nails in tail, I never see angemo like him! I want to invite him for food, but when with him at store, I couldn’t find words to say! 😭 I hope he know Korean for my sake, so I tell him, “저 좀 도와 주시겠습니까?” And he say yes! We have good time together 😊 !!
So there I was, caught red-handed, slipping one of my little sculptures into the angemo's bookstore. The whole place had this vibe, you know, with the lights all off and that rustic charm – gotta admit, it's got a unique style. Now, here's the interesting bit: Instead of flipping out or resorting to the usual physical drama, like most people do in those situations, she surprised me by genuinely appreciating my creation. It was a pleasant shocker, no doubt. If I can scrounge up some cash, I'd happily snag a book from her store as a way of showing my appreciation for her chill attitude.
“Macabre! It rolls off the tongue well, but it’s a very grim word to be used as a name. I wish he would pick out another name I could refer to him as, but calling him Macabre will do for now! I admire those with artistic hobbies, I know sculptures are gorgeous, but seeing them in person, specifically in places you don’t expect to see them, is a different kind of admiration. Macabre is skilled! I love the surprise that comes with seeing his sculptures carefully placed in my bookstore. Though, I feel as though I see new sculptures from him more often then I see him in the store itself. I want to make him a latte or baked good as a thanks for the decorations, but I have yet to find the right time to do so.. I also want to give him a Halloween book to read, without paying of course.. I feel as though he deserves to read a fun picture book, especially a cute one in season!” (Currently, she’s picking between “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” and “Clifford’s Halloween”, but she might end up giving him both!)
I was enjoying a quiet moment, all on my own, simply lounging and letting my eyes rest. Suddenly, I sensed a pair of eyes fixated on me. When I decided to look up, this guy was utterly flabbergasted. It turned out he hadn't even realized I was alive; he thought I was just part of the decor. He attempted to play it cool and walk away nonchalantly, but considering I'd generously allowed him the privilege of studying my finely chiseled features for who knows how long while I was catching some Z's, I decided to extend an invitation for a meal together (he's buying, of course).
“Macabre.. I genuinely thought he was a statue when I first saw him. He was very still, his stone wings really sold the look. Once he woke from his slumber, my heart practically flew out my chest and I still couldn’t believe it for a few minutes after calming down. To think I was staring at someone sleeping and they caught me in the act, so humiliating… it was alright though, I bought him some pasta after, and it was relieving to see he enjoyed it. Macabre is very sweet. I think I’d like to meet up with him again sometime.”
I really cherish those moments of tranquility when I share silent contemplation with Eros. We first crossed paths during one of those days when we both found ourselves lost in deep thought at the park. You see, I'm usually quite the chatterbox, but for some reason, I decided to keep my thoughts to myself that day. Since then, it's become a bit of a tradition for us to meet up and just let our minds wander in the serenity of the park—whenever our paths happen to cross, of course. And you know what's even cooler? He's got a soft spot for my creations, which makes it all the more enjoyable.
Maca is an intriguing character. We often hang out in parks at night in complete silence. Not an awkward silence that leaves your mind scrambling for answers, no. One that’s calming, where no words ever have to be spoken. I’ve seen some of his creative works. Nothing short of extraordinary. His emotions spill preeminently through his sculptures. The night is his canvas, and I’ll be sure to have front row.
While I was making some inquiries, word got around that this angemo was a virtual treasure trove of knowledge. Naturally, my curiosity got the better of me, and I wondered if she might be able to help me unearth some tidbits about my own history. I was particularly interested in whether she could recognize any of the angemos I could transform into. Unfortunately, all I had were their appearances etched into my memory, and that was about it. Turned out, though, she came up empty-handed in the memory department. But hey, it was worth a shot, and on top of that, she turned out to be super nice, which was definitely a bonus.
...I wish I knew more about his past self, but sadly I do not. I will try to find info though! It seems as though he is curious and wants to know. I wonder how such a self was.
I'd never really given gluten-free or vegan eats a shot since I had a terrible encounter with an "impossible" sandwich that made me sick for days. But then, out of the blue, I decided to be a bit adventurous and stumbled upon her bakery. The food was absolutely delicious, no doubt about it. However, fate threw me a curveball, and I had an episode, accidentally sending a baked good flying in her direction. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but Yvette surprised me with her understanding and kindness instead of recoiling in horror. We cleaned up the mess together, and she even insisted I take another treat for free.
“ How come it is always the intimidating-looking angemos that turn out to be the kindest ( ˘︹˘ )?? He was so sincere and complimented me so much over such the simple things, what a sweetie!! (╥︣﹏᷅╥) Though, I will admit flying croissants was a new one.. It was no biggie at the end but I felt really bad that he felt bad, and he felt bad I felt bad that he felt bad, and— anyways. Maybe I can come up with some holders or bands that could help next time… Or maybe something to help the tremors not be as grand? (≚ᄌ≚)? Hmm… ”
“ By the way, what the hell is an “impossible sandwich” (*′☉.̫☉)… ”
I've got to admit, one of our initial interactions wasn't exactly ideal. You see, I had shapeshifted to look just like her, all in an attempt to figure out if anyone recognized her. But as fate would have it, we ended up coming face to face with each other. She had this utterly perplexed expression, which was completely understandable, considering the bizarre circumstances. However, let me tell you, the moment was nothing short of mortifying for me. I wanted nothing more than to vanish into thin air, and so, in a whirlwind of embarrassment, I reverted to my small form, a šišmiš, before making a hasty exit. To the best of my knowledge, she doesn't have any indication that it was me all along. Sadly, that encounter left me with none of my questions answered, all thanks to my unfortunate cowardice. But here's the silver lining – I've heard whispers that she's known for aiding fallen angemos. Maybe I'll muster up the courage to approach her and finally get the answers I've been seeking on why I had known her in my past.
Vendetta is one peculiar angemo, no doubt about it! Our encounter was a bit unconventional; I was just lying down when I caught him gazing at me from above, nestled in the branches of the trees. The thing is, he had this massive grin plastered on his face. I couldn't help but respond with a smile of my own and, in a rather spontaneous move, popped up to join him. Once we were perched there in the treetops, he launched into a barrage of questions, most of which I had no answers to, but I didn't mind all that much. It was an intriguing conversation, to say the least. However, what really piqued my curiosity was his unrelenting eagerness to tinker with my screws. You see, I've got no idea what might happen if those screws were to be tampered with or removed, so I opted to decline his rather unusual request. If I ever cross paths with Vendetta again, I think I'll play it safe and shapeshift into a different form. After all, I can't help but wonder if he's harbouring some nefarious plans. It's better to be cautious in such mysterious situations...
I found myself honored with quite the high-end title, courtesy of this angemo. I must admit, it feels a tad overwhelming, almost as if I'm being placed on a pedestal I don't quite deserve! Truth be told, I've noticed him observing me from a distance on numerous occasions. Naturally, curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had any nefarious intentions. But as it turns out, he seems to derive immense pleasure from my creative works. Now, I'm a bit torn about him collecting my creations. You see, I usually craft them as expressions of my emotions in specific moments and places. Each piece is a reflection of the unique emotions I experience at that particular time. Nevertheless, if he genuinely enjoys them, who am I to pass judgment? I've harbored a desire to engage with him, to understand the enigma behind his distant yet appreciative gaze. But it appears that he regards me as being on a whole different level, which makes any interaction feel somewhat elusive. Perhaps there's more to discover about this angemo and the connection we share through my art...
This one I truly admire~ I do not know of his name nor origin but I personally refer to him as the greatest artist that's ever lived, or what I actually call him The Creator. I've run into it numerous times while roaming either asleep, creating, or getting screamed at by some worthless peon~ The first time I found one of his works was in one of the long-forgotten alleyways of Peak~ I'm not sure why I was all the way out there.. it was as if I needed to be at that moment and that's where I found it~ That sculpture captivated me like no other work had, and I feel ever will~ I ended up taking it home with me~ Since then I've found a few more, all of which I took of course, but then on a cloudy day I saw him.. creating one.. I've only been captivated to complete stillness one other time in my life before that..it was a euphoric feeling.. In all honesty I could've watched it create for an eternity~ I'm not sure if he knew I was there I barely felt like what was happening was and so close to me myself~ I- have to say he and his works have become a sort of guilty pleasure of mine~ Out of everyone I've ever met and seen he is the only one I hesitate to make a connection with even though I want to.. how strange~~
Feeling a tad spontaneous, I decided to pop one of my statues in a more public spot, and what do you know? It turns out this angemo was in charge of tending to the very garden I'd chosen. In hindsight, I should've realized that the garden was far from abandoned – it was impeccably cared for, not a weed in sight, and the flowers were simply stunning. But hey, spontaneity tends to cloud one's judgment, right? In any case, I had the pleasure of getting to know this Harrison fellow, the green thumb behind the garden's charm. And to my delight, he was genuinely appreciative of my work.
Ah, he is the one who is responsible for the sudden statues in the garden. They are very nice statues, he only ever does it at night from what I know though. I spotted him doing his creativity but just simply thanked him. Very good at his craft. I can really only do so much for the garden's appearance after all.
I've stumbled upon one of those rare angemos I can transform into, and this one carries a connection to my past. It's a moment I've been eagerly anticipating, but now that it's finally here, I find myself rendered speechless. There's an overwhelming surge of questions and emotions, yet I'm not quite sure where to even begin. It feels like destiny itself has guided me to this very moment, to this place that carries an unexplainable aura of familiarity, even though I can't quite pinpoint why. As we stand side by side amidst the serene stillness of this solemn gravesite, bathed only in the soft glow of the moon's gentle light, a powerful sense of deja vu washes over me. It's challenging to believe that this meeting is a mere coincidence. The mere fact that I can take on your appearance, that I've found myself here now, under the watchful gaze of the moon, hints at a profound connection that beckons to be explored. There's a story waiting to be unearthed, and I'm resolute in my determination to unravel the mysteries of who I once was — if there's anything you might be able to share.
Mikhail... I've had the pleasure of putting him to rest in the past. I remember cleaning and dressing his delicate body in the morgue, making him presentable and perfectly serene for his funeral; burying him in the grave I had dug out just for him and laying him to a permanent, peaceful rest.
But... seeing Mikhail again — the same body I took great care to bury and offer his soul an undisturbed rest — walking around after a supposed resurrection... I couldn't help but to feel a sense of remorse. I felt as if I had not been able to give him what I strive to give the deceased.
The very same day I saw him, I went straight home to do something I feel disgust doing — I dug up his grave. I was hoping to see his casket, filled with the remains of the dead; instead it was empty. A gravestone for a man who not even lie in a permanent sleep was all that was kept.
Standing by his side now, I feel a different emotion. A curious one. A comforting one.
In some sort of way... perhaps this second meeting was supposed to happen; perhaps I was supposed to know you. I may not have known you in life, but I've known you in death.
Your name is Mikhail.
Let us talk, and let me show to you the grave you once lie in.
Varjo, your name is seriously awesome! I was a bit spooked by your sinister appearance, but you turned out to be the kindest angemo ever! Let's definitely go out for a delicious treat sometime soon. I’ll buy, and I'm craving something sweet~! 😋
What an intriguing character he is! I must confess that I don't know all that much about this guy, but my initial impression is that he seems like a decent person. And here's the kicker – I've never come across an angemo before with ghostly tails! It's a pretty unique and fascinating feature. Now, I can't help but let my curiosity get the better of me. Do those ghostly parts on his tail actually make those eerie sounds like you see on TV? I'm genuinely curious, but I can't help but wonder if it might come off as a bit impolite to ask...
I dunno~~~ It's pretty fun when someone's intent is so obviously written in their face, so maybe I flick my tail a little more obviously around him. He's a fun, harmless guy! The circumstances surrounding his birth--or rather rebirth...? Is definitely interesting... I'd like to investigate that, but it doesn't seem like he'd know much about it either..... Either way, it could be information to use later down the road....
He's a nice guy, though. Really appreciate how he spruces up the place. If anyone has an issue with that, I'd be happy to maybe trip them, heheh.
This guy is metal! When we first crossed paths, I accidentally bumped into him, and you won't believe how horrified I was to find a splotch of what I thought was blood on my shirt. However, he quickly reassured me that it was nothing more than normal, which was a big relief, though a bit curious. What's particularly fascinating about him is that he has some swords protruding from his back. I can't help but wonder if that causes him any aches or discomfort, much like the screws in my head tend to do from time to time. Now, I can't deny that he might not be the poster child for relaxation, but I like to think of him as a colossal marshmallow with a penchant for grunting. It's got me curious, though, whether he's perpetually irritated because he's decked out in red attire. Who knows? There might be more to him than meets the eye.
..... I accidentally bled on that guy, so it pushed me to apologize and talk to him since he seemed so panicked.... My mistake, but I was surprised someone stood close to me to begin with.....
He talks to me a lot more than others..... So I try my best to talk back. It's a bit overwhelming....But he seems patient. [mumbles] thanks......
HER! I couldn't fathom what a young one was doing venturing out into the dark night all alone, without a parent to keep an eye on her. But, it turned out she was incredibly intrigued by my work. I could feel her gaze fixed on me as I sculpted. Initially, I brushed it off, thinking it was just a passing curiosity. But as time went on, it became evident that she wasn't going anywhere, and her intent observation made me realize she was genuinely interested. So, I decided to show her what I was working on. She turned out to be rather polite, inquiring about my name. Now, you see, I don't have much use for just one name, so I suggested she could call me whatever she liked. To my surprise, she chose to address me as "The Master Sculptor," which I found to be a genuine honor. Although it seems she must have been in a hurry, as she soon discovered the time, she fled in a flash. With eyes so deeply immersed in the piece I was creating, I thought she'd return to the very spot where we'd met. So, I left the finished sculpture where we crossed paths, in case she wanted to see it in all its glory. Perhaps, one day, we'll meet again, and I'd be delighted to share some sculpting techniques with this "Late Girl" if she's interested.
HIM! I caught him one late night that I was.. well running late sculpting something. It looked like a humanoid figure of sorts but twisted into what looked like a flower. It was extremely pretty and I couldn't help but stop and stare. WHICH WAS SO RUDE AND HE TURNED TO LOOK AT ME AA I WAS SO EMBARRASSEDD!!!!! But he then offered me a closer look without a word(probably because he sensed my extreme embarrassment) it was even better up close! I was completely awestruck I had never seen anything like it. I shyly asked his name and he kindly told me he doesn't have a set one so I could call him what I wanted. With no shame I semi shouted "The Master Sculptor!!"☆O☆ and thenn completely backed tracked embarrassed and said I'd call him Mr.M.S for short. He smiled and said he liked it either way. I asked if he'd be around here again and he said he tended to float. But told me he has sculptures all around if I wanted to find them. I suddenly realized I was late. Super late. AGAIN!! I told him as such and said goodbye and began to run towars my destination. On the walk back with Uki he was gone but a finished sculpture was there in his place. I wonder if I dreamt it sometimes because I haven't seen him since. I do hope I can meet him again
Oh, what a fantastic surprise! I stumbled upon someone who, just like me, relishes their meat on the rarer side – blue and oh so juicy. There's nothing quite like sinking your teeth into a perfectly cooked steak. My delightful encounter with Mercédes took place at a restaurant, and he was gracious enough to let me join him at his table for a shared dining experience. During our meal, I discovered that Mercédes harbors a profound fascination for vampires, something I can definitely appreciate. I mean, let's face it, vampires are undeniably cool. When I revealed that I had the ability to transform into a šišmiš coupled with my mighty fangs, I witnessed his eyes practically light up. It was almost as if he believed me to be some sort of vampire, which struck me as quite amusing. Despite his gentlemanly objections, I made sure to handle the bill. All in all, it was a splendid evening, and I can't help but look forward to the possibility of us meeting up again in the future. 😋
Ah, yes, Macabre! A truly incredible being is he! He possesses such a marvelous appearance and an equally captivating personality. I recall meeting with him previously at a restaurant, yes. Personally, I do not hesitate to share my dining area with others, as I am always eager to engage with new individuals. And, oh my, he is such an intriguing individual, a real treat, indeed! He transforms in the most amazing of ways, and has... Teeth!! Reminiscent of myself! What a thrilling and amusing occurrence! EEK I am overwhelmed with enthusiasm!
Whoa, let me tell you, this guy is seriously neat! I can't get over how his tail resembles flames, and those iridescent scales of his are envy-inducing. What's even more fascinating is that he's a serious foodie. I caught him happily munching on something, and my curiosity got the better of me. Turns out, it was raw eggs – a bit shocking, to say the least. Feeling compelled to treat him to something even more delightful, I took him to my favourite food truck vendor for one of the most extravagant meals. We indulged in loaded, savory dishes, and the best part? It was surprisingly cheap! I footed the bill for both of us, eagerly anticipating his review. To my surprise, he still insisted that he liked the eggs more (which I find hard to believe considering how fast he inhaled everything, but oh well)! Looks like we've got some work to do to refine his adventurous palate. I'm determined to take him to other places and explore more flavours together.
“I was enjoying some quality time under a shady tree, eating a light snack. In the corner of my eye, I see an oddity of an angemo who looked like an ogre tile! On a harder look, I could tell he was another abnormality, so I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. The world seemed to be in my favor this day, since he offered to take me to go eat somewhere else. I’d never turn away a meal, so I let the abnormality guide me to what is called a food truck! He bought me something that was called a hot dog, though I don’t see how it would resemble a hot dog? He also gave me nachos. The flavor of the hot dog reminded me of something nostalgic, and whatever was on the nachos added to its flavor. After we ate that, he got a churro, which seemed to crumble with every bite I took. While I think the simplicity of eating an egg is simpler, I would not mind being taken out by this angemo to try more foods!”
Well, I usually claim I'm fine with being called just about anything, but that nickname proposal was a definite head-scratcher. Our paths crossed when I was in šišmiš form, gracefully navigating through smaller crevices. Upon transforming back, he gazed at me with genuine awe. He strikes me as a pretty laid-back individual, but the reality is, our lifestyles couldn't be more different. While our meeting was intriguing, I don't foresee crossing paths with him again anytime soon…
"He said I could call him ANY name I wanted, so I called him mc-rabbi-cons-act. He actually let me call him that. I think I'll stick with Macabre, though! And- despite his abnormality, I never would have imagined the guy could turn into a whole bat."
Discovering someone like me has sparked a great deal of interest. This individual, in particular, caught my attention because he's managed to recall details of his life before reanimation. In contrast, my memories remain elusive, and I've only been able to piece together a few fragments. Nevertheless, I'm genuinely grateful for all those who've offered assistance along my uncertain journey.
It's disheartening to learn that he's become somewhat drab, allowing his past to cast a shadow over his present. Although I can't claim to fully understand the depths of his experiences, I want him to know that if he ever wishes to talk, I'm here as an undead companion!
I encourage him to consider our new lives as an opportunity to restart, irrespective of the memories we hold or lack. It's a unique chance that not everyone gets, and I strive not to take it for granted. Every day presents an opportunity for a fresh beginning, and I hope he can embrace that as well. 😊
Macabre Construct. A genius sculptor. I've run across some of his artwork during back alley dealings before. But.... we are very alike. We've been dead formerly, alive doubly. Pieced back together again after our deaths. However, he started with a fresh, blank canvas, wiped of all his memories before death. Macabre avoided the pain of *knowing* who you were before. If I had the choice... I don't know if it would be better to know. It must feel empty. Our experiences are part of what shapes us as people... However, the times we've met, it doesn't seem to me like it holds him back. He still has a fascination for life as a whole. I admire it and wish I could harbor that same enthusiasm. I hope the best for him, truly. I'd like to meet more.