Deadside Hare And LitchAn empty warehouse, Bruce blinked, he was seated upon a steel folding chair, handcuffs bit painfully into his wrists, the room was only illuminated by a single light bulb, he was gagged, somewhere off in the darkness he could hear the sounds of ripping, the sounds of chopping, the sounds of Chewing. A low voice spoke. "I want his kidneys Hare."Deadside Hare And Litch by ~AnarchyWriter
"Gluttony is not a Virtue, remember your manners." A tall, thin African American man strode into the light, he was limping slightly, a leg brace was on his right leg, and he sat across the bench, he nodded, respectfully,
"Good evening Jack, do you wish to speak." The man chuckled, "I suppose you do, here." he painfully ripped the tape from Wayne's face.
"You two are crazy! I know no one named Jack!" The man's face fell. He turned.
"I thought you said that this was Jack Wayne."
"You have his Id, do you not?"
"Yeah, let me check...Oh. It's not." The man stared out into the darkness, then turned to Wayne,
Deadside: The Red ManYou run, your feet hurt-you've been running for hours, your footfalls heavy through the back alleys. It's coming. You know they are. You turn a corner, stopping to catch your breath, only to hear wet, slapping foot falls from the alley behind you, you start sprinting, ignoring the burning pain in your legs before they give out, you tumble into a puddle, coughing up water and piss, you force yourself to get to your feet and start running, seeing an end to the alley-Light-They wouldn't possibly follow you onto the bustling street! You start to run with renewed energy when suddenly the light flickers, a tall red man stands before it, cloaked in a ragged purple blanket, his foot falls leave a red stain then it hits you-He has no skin! You breath, too tired to run any more, too scared to scream. He takes his time, walking forward at a leisurely pace, pulling the hood down and revealing his horse-like head with the shark-teeth. It throws the cloak away, and seizes you.Deadside: The Red Man by ~AnarchyWriter
The MinotaurThe Minotaur,The Minotaur by ~AnarchyWriter
Can you hear his chains?
The Blood soaked Bat against the street.
Your heart in your breast?
Here He comes,
A beast in a dark city
Muscles of Stone
Bones Of Oak
His horns, black against his skin.
His Breath, fog in the night.
You Should Be Hiding.
Hi, I want to play a game,
I'm interested in doing a poll based horror series, I'm going to create fucked up OCs, and once I'm done writing profiles, I'll give you mmatch ups and you vote on who you wish to win, If this interests you, please tell me. As for the cast, I'm just going to reveal the first six characters, and you tell me if you're interested
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It's going to be called Hide and Seek