The journey to the cookie

Begins to run away, after not hearing a claim again, turning and running into a red room, with blood and cultic symbols drawn all around

The future is now brother… now the question is will you join us or die like the rest?

B…Brother?
You’re not a member of this cult, are you?
I need a cookie… And a drink…
That’s all

Metal on stone is heard

Then go to the table and get some we have a lot of them you know

Runs happily to the table, taking cookies and drinking the liquid. Cups and cups full of the liquid go down my throat
This is the best!!

A hooded figure is standing in the doorway (TF this became an RP so quick)

Coookes are great…

(They said it wasn’t role play and now I am sad)

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(Yeah, I don’t know how or why I did that, but it was good)
Listens to Fire, still happily consuming cookies and pints full of the liquid, not getting drunk

Hey, what gives, this isn’t making me at all tipsy?

(also waiting on releasing my RP, HINT:It has to do with history)

(and if you know your dates you’ll know what happened nearly 100 years ago)

Look for your bears you won’t find them. Look for your wolves and your probably be sad… they went off for food but will never come back… your stop is here

(Time to do my signature, MURDER DEATh KILL)

A man takes a cookie with blood dripping froma scythe

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No not the reaper

Anything but the reaper D:

Surprisingly a feminine voice comes out “heh, haven’t done this in a while. I’m out of pratice”

No not the reapers wife THE PRINCESS

Notices my eyes starting to glow slightly as I finish another 10 chalices
Let me go from here…
I must find my companions
I have to go…
I must
Mind starts to slightly warp to a cult like thought
Must… Stay

We can beat this reaper /vote noz