07-05-2018, 09:37 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]/retro to tsunami
After finally clearing up the earlier mishap, Paper had gotten the fire started. The crackling of the flames, mixed with the warmth and light they provided, was almost soothing. It almost made him forget the bizarre weather, and the weird sense of foreboding that permeated his mind.
Then again, wasn’t that disturbed wariness the perfect atmosphere for telling ghost stories? Maybe it was all working out in his favor after all... maybe. Furrowing his brows, Paper called, ”Hey, anyone who wants to tell scary stories, get over here.” Plastering a devilish smirk on his face for dramatic effect, he added, ”The one whose story is the most spine-chilling will earn a... novelty prize, I suppose you could call it.” He would have said “small prize,” but the object he had obtained and stashed away in his hut was hardly “small.”
After finally clearing up the earlier mishap, Paper had gotten the fire started. The crackling of the flames, mixed with the warmth and light they provided, was almost soothing. It almost made him forget the bizarre weather, and the weird sense of foreboding that permeated his mind.
Then again, wasn’t that disturbed wariness the perfect atmosphere for telling ghost stories? Maybe it was all working out in his favor after all... maybe. Furrowing his brows, Paper called, ”Hey, anyone who wants to tell scary stories, get over here.” Plastering a devilish smirk on his face for dramatic effect, he added, ”The one whose story is the most spine-chilling will earn a... novelty prize, I suppose you could call it.” He would have said “small prize,” but the object he had obtained and stashed away in his hut was hardly “small.”