- Survivor of Zalgo's 12th Campaign
#CreepypastaRP #BlueskyRP #HorrorRP
[Written by Chickenman, returning muse]
- Zal'Gaoth, the 12th Am Dhaegarian Knight of War
- The coming apocalypse, the neverending fire of and conflict
- Returning Muse from the twitter days
- Written by @chickenmanism.bsky.social
imma be heading on an indefinite hiatus, idk when imma be back.
imma be heading on an indefinite hiatus, idk when imma be back.
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itishelldivingtime-
He might as well start a little 'collection'.
He might as well start a little 'collection'.
"An insult that he may only recruit the weakest and horrid of creatures from this planet." He snarls, throwing the creature up into the sky.
And up. . .
And up. . .
And up. . .
"An insult that he may only recruit the weakest and horrid of creatures from this planet." He snarls, throwing the creature up into the sky.
And up. . .
And up. . .
And up. . .
It seems father and son reunion is delayed for a moment.
His figure distorts slowly overtime, and as he takes a step, he vanishes.
He moves a bit before yawning lightly.
As it felt like the fires of Hell is staring at him, he felt it behind him as well. He turns and. . .
Ah yep. Also Hell itself.
In a blink, he is already about half a mile away from the two, running as fast as he can.
It seems father and son reunion is delayed for a moment.
His figure distorts slowly overtime, and as he takes a step, he vanishes.
He stated dryly as he kept half of his eyes on the thing.
Some hairless creature, the greyest skin he had ever seen with metal blades for claws. The creature looks about as shocked it had been found out so easily, like a cat startled by a noise.
Some hairless creature, the greyest skin he had ever seen with metal blades for claws. The creature looks about as shocked it had been found out so easily, like a cat startled by a noise.
"Now whats that?"
-thud-
Something in the snow had bumped into the warlord's leg, prompting him to look down.
It was someone under the snow. . . for some reason using a turtle shell as a way to listen in.
". . ."
Some hairless creature, the greyest skin he had ever seen with metal blades for claws. The creature looks about as shocked it had been found out so easily, like a cat startled by a noise.
Has he gotten weaker, or was Slender truly going native on this planet?
-thud-
Something in the snow had bumped into the warlord's leg, prompting him to look down.
It was someone under the snow. . . for some reason using a turtle shell as a way to listen in.
". . ."
-thud-
Something in the snow had bumped into the warlord's leg, prompting him to look down.
It was someone under the snow. . . for some reason using a turtle shell as a way to listen in.
". . ."
Has he gotten weaker, or was Slender truly going native on this planet?
"And why would I give such information to someone that maybe working for Gorr'Rylaehotep?"
Has he gotten weaker, or was Slender truly going native on this planet?
He sighs.
"And why would I give such information to someone that maybe working for Gorr'Rylaehotep?"
He was now on his shoulder quiet and quick fucker he was
"Lets hear about you!"
"And who are you?"
"And why would I give such information to someone that maybe working for Gorr'Rylaehotep?"
"And who are you?"
"And who are you?"
"And you have been successful in such actions?"
"And you have been successful in such actions?"
He chuckles lightly.
Always to business. Normally such an question is with a tone of annoyance or disappointment, but he is rather curious as to what one of his creations have been up to.
"And you have been successful in such actions?"
Always to business. Normally such an question is with a tone of annoyance or disappointment, but he is rather curious as to what one of his creations have been up to.
"Good to see you pops."
It feels. . .alien to him. It feels degrading.
Always to business. Normally such an question is with a tone of annoyance or disappointment, but he is rather curious as to what one of his creations have been up to.
It feels. . .alien to him. It feels degrading.
Folds arms over chest.
It feels. . .alien to him. It feels degrading.