The OC above is behind you...

      The sheep animatronic turns around and jumps at the sudden appearance of Chares. Its eye sockets strain to see his appearance in the dark hall. “Hello I’m Popper! You look ki-kinda lonely. Well so am I.. And kinda s-scared. I don’t like the d-d-ark.” Poppers animatronic body jolts and shakes uneasily. They poke their nose “HONK!” They pick up Chares gently and place him on their shoulders. “L-let’s stay together, being alone in the darkness is b-bad”

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Your oc feels something on their should. “H-HONK!” “Hi I’m popper. Do you w-want to play. I’m l-lonely!!” Popper has put a smiley sticker on your ocs shoulder. 

     This... This was a terrible place, and an even more terrible situation. How on earth did Hopper find himself in an abandoned amusement park? Whatever the case, he was frantically searching for the exit, terrified out of his wits. The poor prince was shaking like a leaf, practically tripping over himself with every step, and with teeth chattering so loud he almost didn't hear the strange noises around, which made him spin around every few seconds to the point of dizziness.

     There was absolutely something here, but what-- You know what? He didn't want to know. Just focus on finding the exit.
     As he walked on, Hopper shakily pulled out his mask, clutching it close and trying to whisper assurances to himself. Just put this on and he'll feel better immediately, yeah. Just--
     Hopper froze at the sound of a honk. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder, wide, buggy eyes staring in horror at the animatronic that was speaking to him. He stayed silent and still as the sticker was put on him for a solid minute.

     Then he screamed and ran for his life.

     "E-E-Excuse m-me," Hopper mumbled very, very quietly and feebly. He was so hunched over it was almost like he was hiding behind you.

Phecda felt the sudden weight on his shoulders as a threat -- had he been caught? Was someone ambushing him to turn him into the company he was trying so hard to avoid? -- but let out a deep sigh of relief to hear the exclamation that accompanied that sensation. No, no one was after him today. No one knew he was secretly Phantom, and J had to malice behind her actions.

He glanced around and put down the tray of mugs he held, noting to himself to clean up the splashed coffee at the edge of his white uniform shirt later. He glanced around and spotted J. She was rather noticeable compared to the rest of the cafe's customers, and he shook his head to himself.

He smiled slightly, and it turned into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I'm it, am I? Okay, if that's how it is, I'm gonna get you back for that!"

You heard a clatter behind you, and it sounded like a metal tray. "Hello there," a voice said behind you. "Someone left part of their order at the counter. Is it yours, by any chance?"

Kvroii (Hello! :3)

Xuen flinched at the sudden voice, even though he heard the tray, he thinks they were not going for him, but boy he was wrong, he was too busy playing with his own knife. He quickly put his knife back in his holster and turned around only to see a person, He slightly look down at the height of this person.

And He was feeling energetic today so because of this, he laughed. "Oh boy! You don't have to scare me like that, Ahahahahahahaha!" He laughed..so hard to the point where he coughs, he calms himself down and takes a few deep breaths. "HHHH- OKAY OKAY! Ahahaha...My apologies. Anywaaaaaaaaaaaaays. Where are we again? Oh yeah! The tray!" '

He points at the tray, He was thinking about it ["Should I say it's mine? Ugh. Man, I just wanna buy something, whatever, I will be nice today for once. tsk."]

He snapped out of his thoughts and quickly said. "Sorry! You got the wroooooong person! Ahaha!" He chuckles. "Now if ya don't mind! I will be heading out now! Gotta bounce!" And at the blink of an eye, He quickly dashed away.

It was night outside..It is also currently 10:36 PM. You were just sitting on a bench, minding your own business, until you noticed a tall figure in front of you. You looked up to see who it is and you saw a wide smile, and red glowing eyes staring down at you. "Why hello there fella!" He chuckles. "Mind if I ask what are you doing at this time?"

(pinging me is no problem!)

little follow-up!  ^_^

Ralph stood up revealing to be like...twice xuen's size. Ralphs eyes practically glew themselves. " where can someone get some peace out here??" Ralphs voice was a powerful one. Infact, it almost seemed like it was being brodcasted into xuen's brain, however in reality that is not the case. Ralph cracked his knuckles pulling xuen in by the collar " so... are you just gonna stand there smiling or are you gonna answer me??" ralph let xuen go, letting off with a malicious chuckle " kay'... i'll go find answers for myself then"

He glances over his shoulder.

Soldiers weren't uncommon for him to see around. Being a nightmarish reality for humanity came with being their obsession whenever manifested. The human government had been searching for his kind for decades and every time he had surfaced, they sent their forces after him. Usually it was police officers, young men and women who wanted control over situations but didn't know how little they had. Sometimes it was the SWAT teams, which he easily cut through. Whenever he roamed longer than average, the army sent ground soldiers; most of which fell to their deaths a second after they showed.

This time, he had sliced down their numbers quickly, leaving only two survivors to crawl away beneath objects he didn't care to turn over. Then, he'd left. Sometime after, there'd been footsteps behind him; which led to present. A large man was standing several feet behind him, breathing heavily as his hungry eyes traced along Sullivan. He had orders, surely; the way he was staring suggested his intent was to kill. Though, the nightmare didn't really care, nor want to bother with him. He had his own orders- to return home and bring back what he was sent to get.

A purplish hole appears before him and without a word, he steps inside of and out of bounds to the other. Perhaps next time he'd fight him.

There's a low hum of a chainsaw rumbling behind you..

Noise and crowds were two things Kori didn't ever seek out, but sure enough, Kori heard the noise of a crowd behind her. The lyrics of the song that blared were fairly crass, and even beneath her long black hair, she felt the air move as if there was a sense of motion behind her.

Which, of course, there was.

She glanced over her shoulder at first, and then turned fully when she saw Pierre dancing so close that she was surprised they hadn't accidentally touched yet. Judging by the crowd, he was either incredibly skilled or incredibly popular -- she didn't particularly care to judge either metric -- and she lowered her head quickly.

"Ah-- sorry, I didn't realize I was in the way," she said. Shit, does he even hear me? The music is so loud. Would he notice if I just left? Maybe I can disappear into the crowd, and become just another passerby. 

She glanced at him again, trying to avoid giving him much of a reaction, though her reddening face betrayed her. Was it the way he moved? Was it how close he was, or maybe even the cheers encouraging him? She felt stares burning, and she hoped they were for Pierre alone.

But still, she didn't excuse herself.

I didn't even know someone could dance like that... I guess I could watch for a little longer, only out of curiosity, of course.

"Hey," a voice said flatly behind you. Its owner was fairly short and rather to herself, but she only made her presence known with a few muttered words and a wavering smile. "I think you dropped this receipt earlier. It looks important, _{and a little expensive,} so I thought you might want it back... you know?"

vvv aaaa this is awesome!! thank you!!

Kvroii

Roswell turned around on his heels. A sharp grin grew on his face, making the edges of his mouth curl in the same shape as his facial hair. "Oy, yer roi, dat is moine," he simply lied. "Thank yer for returnin' it to me," he added. Roswell held out his hand towards Kori and couldn't help but lean slightly on the tips of his toes as well. Angling himself into the other's direction. "Thank yer," he said as he snatched it, a small coin bag, out of her hand and stuffed it directly into his pocket. "Yer dat cafe owner are yer not?" he asked her while his hand pushed the beurs deeper and deeper away in his pockets. "Think oi saw yer 'round here. Looked at de place from time to time but never popped me head in. De coffee smelled good, aye," he said as he now leaned backwards and planting himself back on his heels. "Well oi canny thank yer enough, but oi 'ave to bid yer farewell. Oi got places to be. People to meet," he said with a quick bow, that directly faded into another movement that turned his back to her. "Maybe oi'll get 'round meself and allow meself to drink some coffee with yer." 

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"Ah! Yer almost got it," he said as he watched along over Wraith's shoulder. "Yer missed it by what? 'n Inch? Millimeter?" Roswell beamed the other a grin. Baring all his teeth. He couldn't help it. Like the krō outside that watched housecats trying to catch mice or pigeons, but eventually laugh at their failed hunting endeavor, Roswell too was annoying. It was a part of his nature. Coded in his personality.
"Do yer need help? Should oi call for Xander?" he asked with still that same grin audible in his tone. "He wears glasses yer know. Helps him to see things up close," he added as salt to the wound. Roswell's eye flickers towards the ceiling. They were in Xander's herenhuis and the other man had gone to his room upstairs. He'd told them that he had an important phone call he had to make. Surely the Emperor's nightingale's phone calls wouldn't be thát important. Roswell shrugged. "Suit yerself. But don't prick yerself." Roswell's eye watched along and he winched as Wraith did just that. Pricking himself. Impatiently Roswell held out his had to him. "Come, let me try," he said. The big grin had finally eased. 

Roswell tried to get the thread to the needle as well. But failed. Another try: failed. "Vot," Roswell hissed as he tried to steady his shaking hand. "Vies vuil-" but stopped himself. He angled his head upward. "Xander!? Xan??" He yelled. "Honey? Can yer come downstairs for a wee sec?"

(Please forgive Roswell, he can be a little prick 😔.)

fizzelston

Wraith gave a low rumble from his throat as he felt a presence behind him. "Roswell...." He grumbled ".....stop staring at me.....I don't need hel- shit!" Wraith explained as he accidentally stabbed his finger with a sewing needle; dropping said needle onto the table along with the thread. The hairs on the back of neck stood on end as he gave a deadly glare and a snarl at the offending object. He briefly glanced at the older man than back at needle and then to his fleece that was lying on the table; with a large hole half way up one of the sleeves. 

"No I'm fine......I can do it myself....no don't get Xander either...." Wraith said picking up the needle once more and trying his best to put his threat through the eye of the needle, missing several times in the process, before accidentally bringing the hand holding the needle down into the palm of his other hand. With another string of curses and a shaking of his hand; Wraith handed the needle and thread to Roswell, before crossing his arms over his chest and giving a huff and a grumble.

(As someone in the middle of a sewing project, I feel your pain Wraith xD )

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From the darkness you hear a low growl, as you turn around, you see two eyes glowing in the darkness, one a fiery amber, the other ghostly with blindness. 

“Hm hm, did you know that some mortals consider it bad manners to approach unannounced from behind~.” The owls deep voice is playful in its tone, as a large feathered head swivels in an 180 to look at Wraith with interest, an ever eternal smile pulling at his feathered face, his body still facing forwards.

“Not that I terribly mind, it takes much worse manners to upset me. I’m Faust, or perhaps the Traveler… I have many names, all of which do belong in their own way.” The chickcharney makes an odd chirring noise, a shuffle of feathers and torn ratty clothes as Faust turns his body to face the other, a gnarled talon tipping his torn top hat in Wraith’s direction.

The owl-like being regards the young man curiously for a moment, his head twitching and moving on occasion, as if she’s trying to understand what he’s seeing.

“Ah, I can see on your face that there is much to your story, much you’ve survived. Hmmm perhaps then you’ll permit me a moment to share some tea with you. That would be all. I do like to share company and stories with mortals but ermmm. I think a shared, kindly, silence may serve you better, mmmm?”

(AOUGHHH Faust and Hanako content OMG!!! :DDD I love this sm gahhh)