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Courage~
Robbie couldn't sleep. Every time it seemed like he might finally drop off, some noise outside his window disturbed him. Terrified that the sound meant some new gravestone had been added to the cemetery, he would stare as best he could into the darkness until he was finally reassured that it must've been the wind. The wind didn't normally make such disturbing sounds like clockwork though. And did it always seem to have that cruel laugh in it?
After what he thought must've been the tenth time, Robbie gave up sleeping and tried calling Wendy. Normally she'd probably ignore it, but she had appeared at his door two days before out of her mind. Apparently she had thought he'd died. It wasn't until then that he'd really started worrying that they really might not make it out of this... Anyway, she'd definitely answer her phone now right? Unless... No no no nothing could ever happen to Wendy.
The phone rang...and rang... and went to voicemail. No big deal, he'd just text instead. Except nothing would send. What kind of joke is this that once something might actually be life or death nothing will go right? Robbie laid on his pillow, searching the ceiling for the answer, and still that wind blew, if that demonic sound could be called wind. Suddenly, the decision was made and Robbie was dressed and marching away from his house toward Wendy's.
If he could just throw a rock at her window and have her come tell him to get lost in her pajamas, then everything would be fine. He didn't know what he was worrying about. It's Wendy! There probably actually was a demonic beast trying to eat her and she's already killed it and working on getting it ready to be stuffed and put on her wall. Probably standing over it smirking, twirling her axe, ready to say it was a good thing it hadn't headed to my house, or I'd have screamed like a little girl and got eaten. I wish it would have gone to my house...
The night was surprisingly quiet. Whatever unholy sound was outside his window seemed to have gone away. Not that he was scared of it, some people are just trying to sleep that's all. He'd never been much scared of the dark. He grew up with flippin undertakers for parents! If anything, a lot of what was in the dark was scared of him, his pale face hovering over his dark clothes. That was the way he liked it. Still, there were those things that were very... big, or very... toothy, that he would rather not meet. Of course, tonight was one of the darkest nights he could remember in a very long time, and it was making getting to Wendy's a lot harder than it needed to be, even though he knew ten different ways to get there and most of them blindfolded. Well okay maybe not actually blindfolded.
Robbie wished the wind would stop. Or at least sound like a normal wind and not some rabid hyena. There was a flash of red in the bushes. Robbie's heart stopped for a second, until he realized it looked a lot like Wendy's shirt. He called after it, but the form disappeared. Seeing no other option, Robbie chased it through the woods, just missing it several times, until he couldn't run anymore, and stood wheezing as he caught his breath. There was blood on the ground. He had an involuntary urge for Wendy to come and rescue him. The wind was getting louder. Summoning his last ounce of courage, Robbie traced the blood trail through a graveyard, realizing he had somehow come all the way back to where he started. The trail ended at a newly dug grave, containing Wendy's axe and shirt, both covered in blood. Robbie became aware that the laughter was now right behind him before falling into the grave, falling into that axe.
After what he thought must've been the tenth time, Robbie gave up sleeping and tried calling Wendy. Normally she'd probably ignore it, but she had appeared at his door two days before out of her mind. Apparently she had thought he'd died. It wasn't until then that he'd really started worrying that they really might not make it out of this... Anyway, she'd definitely answer her phone now right? Unless... No no no nothing could ever happen to Wendy.
The phone rang...and rang... and went to voicemail. No big deal, he'd just text instead. Except nothing would send. What kind of joke is this that once something might actually be life or death nothing will go right? Robbie laid on his pillow, searching the ceiling for the answer, and still that wind blew, if that demonic sound could be called wind. Suddenly, the decision was made and Robbie was dressed and marching away from his house toward Wendy's.
If he could just throw a rock at her window and have her come tell him to get lost in her pajamas, then everything would be fine. He didn't know what he was worrying about. It's Wendy! There probably actually was a demonic beast trying to eat her and she's already killed it and working on getting it ready to be stuffed and put on her wall. Probably standing over it smirking, twirling her axe, ready to say it was a good thing it hadn't headed to my house, or I'd have screamed like a little girl and got eaten. I wish it would have gone to my house...
The night was surprisingly quiet. Whatever unholy sound was outside his window seemed to have gone away. Not that he was scared of it, some people are just trying to sleep that's all. He'd never been much scared of the dark. He grew up with flippin undertakers for parents! If anything, a lot of what was in the dark was scared of him, his pale face hovering over his dark clothes. That was the way he liked it. Still, there were those things that were very... big, or very... toothy, that he would rather not meet. Of course, tonight was one of the darkest nights he could remember in a very long time, and it was making getting to Wendy's a lot harder than it needed to be, even though he knew ten different ways to get there and most of them blindfolded. Well okay maybe not actually blindfolded.
Robbie wished the wind would stop. Or at least sound like a normal wind and not some rabid hyena. There was a flash of red in the bushes. Robbie's heart stopped for a second, until he realized it looked a lot like Wendy's shirt. He called after it, but the form disappeared. Seeing no other option, Robbie chased it through the woods, just missing it several times, until he couldn't run anymore, and stood wheezing as he caught his breath. There was blood on the ground. He had an involuntary urge for Wendy to come and rescue him. The wind was getting louder. Summoning his last ounce of courage, Robbie traced the blood trail through a graveyard, realizing he had somehow come all the way back to where he started. The trail ended at a newly dug grave, containing Wendy's axe and shirt, both covered in blood. Robbie became aware that the laughter was now right behind him before falling into the grave, falling into that axe.
Tristan has died. He was Robbie Valentino, the Stitched Heart. He was Not Possessed
Day 4 has begun and will end on Wednesday the 15th at probably 3 or 9 pm idk will figure out later.
The Living:
@Rubik
@Morbid Minish
@ExLight
@Echolight
@LittleGumball
@Giri
@The Sun Fan
With seven alive it takes four to reach majority.
The game is in LYLO. Town must lynch correctly.
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