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[dont_turn_around]

One, two, Slendy's coming for you
Tap.
Three, four, better lock your door
Tap tap.
Five, six, get your crucifix
Tap tap.
Seven, eight, don't stay up late.
Tap.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.



He's here.

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[electro_kinetic]

At first, the tap only makes Noriko turn her head, though the motion is sharp and swift. She's cold, as she's been for a while now, and her hands keep sparking when she doesn't want them to. She's folding cranes--it's mindless, and that's good.

But the series of subsequent taps makes her squeeze her eyes shut, heart rate rising. She's afraid to turn her head and afraid to open her eyes and just pervasively, inexplicably, overwhelmingly afraid.

[dont_turn_around]

[electro_kinetic]

Oh God, oh God, oh God runs through Nori's head really fast, and she curls in as her hands spark--the origami paper in front of her catches alight which makes her jerk, chair shoving back.

"Oh goddamn it!" She exclaims.

[dont_turn_around]

[electro_kinetic]

...And that's how one blue-haired mutant ends up under the table she was working at, electrified bubble around her as she presses her forehead to her knees.

The serious problem here is that there's literally nothing to back up to that makes her feel any better about her back being covered.

[dont_turn_around]

Curious.

[electro_kinetic]

"Oh my god," she whispers, eyes wide open and feeling the power surge through her, to crackle and burn through her fingers and the gauntlets.

"Go away, go away, please go away..."

[janisthorn]

Leela stops in her tracks. She hears it. She feels it, on the back of her neck. A tangible presence in the air, like the drop in air pressure before a storm.

"Is someone there?"

[dont_turn_around]

[janisthorn]

"Just a noise."

Yet her hunter's instincts know better. Her hands drop toward the dagger and blowgun at her waist.

[dont_turn_around]

Interesting.

[janisthorn]

It's a feeling she knows well, in the pit of her stomach. The one that tells her she will soon have to fight or flee. The one she usually feels upon hearing the hiss of a horda from 40 feet away.

Still clutching her knife, she slides a janis thorn into her blowgun. Slowly, she takes a step forward, her head constantly turning.

[dont_turn_around]

[youngest_dragon]

The tapping isn't doing anything for Skysong's headache. In fact, it might just making it worse.

Stop! There's been a pink tinge to Skysong's scales every since the building appeared. But it's getting worse. Now it's totally pink, with a bit of sick-grayness along the edges.

[dont_turn_around]

I'll take thee away,
into the land of enchantment.
Come little children.
The time has come to play,
here in my garden of magic.

[youngest_dragon]

But?No! For a moment Skysong's reserve to STAY away wavers and she steps towards the tapping.

Then she digs her claws into the floor to stop herself from moving again.

Please, please, please, stop! I haven't done anything wrong!

[dont_turn_around]

[youngest_dragon]

Skysong wracks her brains for any of her magics that might help, but none seem applicable. Even her ability to control wyrvins doesn't fit here.

It... whatever it was... she wants to go to it. But she hates it. There's a longing, and a hatred. It's right to go. But it's wrong.

The headaches would go away.

Skysong takes a few more steps towards the tapping, shivering all of the time.

[dont_turn_around]

He looks down at the tiny dragon.

If he had an expression, it might be fond.

Might.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart turns, startled, at those taps.

[dont_turn_around]

See you.

[scots_wolf]

"What are you?" Urquhart murmurs, trying not to think of tentacles.

Slowly, he takes out the paper he found in the rubble.

[dont_turn_around]

HUNGRY.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stands and looks around, pushing the fear down inside himself.

[dont_turn_around]