abyssopelagic

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ᵃʳᶜ ¹ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ³

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪

It's an awkward standstill, you gaping at the three spectral figures and them in return staring you down hard. The middle and biggest of the three gives one slow languid blink, and suddenly you're struck by the notion of absence of fear. Rather in comparison to the differing tales and fables of ghouls from planets you have long since left. It seems the remnant of the dead for Twisted Wonderland take on a fairly cutesy visage.

You blink at them, apart from the varying sizes between the three of them: with the one to left slightly more slimmer contrasted to the companion at its side all while the one to the right appeared the most sallow and thin. They all dawned a similar top hat, the brim bending in an upwards curve, and a deep blue cloth was wrapped around its base. Along with the matching hats, they also had paralleled blue tinted gray cloaks.

It seems while you had been sizing them up they had been leering in preparation for something. A reaction of sorts most likely? The middle one passed a ghostly gaze to its compatriots in uncertainty, and he glances at you frown only deepening at your blank expression.

Looking past them, you hold back the approaching urge to cough awkwardly as they glower at your (lack) of reaction. Shifting from side to side you wearily point past them which causes the ghosts to sweat-drop.

"Uhm..." You begin voice shockingly level considering the ridiculousness of what is transpiring. "Do you three happen to know if there are any buckets up here or...?"

"Buckets?" The skinniest of the three rasps in an echo, looking just as a confused as you were feeling at the moment. Realizing how strange your request could come off without any context, you quickly move to explain the motives for your search.

"Yeah buckets, there's a leak downstairs? I need something to collect the water temporarily..." The three only scrutinize you unhelpfully and right when you entertain the simple thought of just brushing past them, they seemed pretty harmless after all...may-hap's a little goofy even— Grim in all his glory comes sauntering up the wooden stairs.

"Weird human! I couldn' help but notice you've been takin' a lotta time up here! Figured I should come n' check— not because I'm worried! But 'cause these flamin' ears of mine are at risk thanks to you taking forever!" A pout decorates his disposition and you fight back a grin at the sight. So he was the type too prideful to admit when he's scared?

The fur on his shoulders is puffed slightly and his hackles are raised, admittedly you do feel somewhat bad. Grim probably got a little scared at being left all to his lonesome, and even with the eccentricity that was your company (at least in his eyes not yours) it was probably better than nothing.

You make an attempt to apologize brows dipping in worry as he finally pads closer towards your feet, and also try and explain the source of what was distracting you, but then Grim is going as white as a sheet. Well as physically possible it is due to his fur, and his blue eyes widen comically so.

"AHHHHHHHHHH! G-G-GHOSTS?! GHOOOOSTS!" The ghosts in question look absolutely elated at finally encountering someone who was responding to their abrupt appearance accordingly with fear— not indifference. A huff is what you elect to do in order to stifle the laugh threatening to pass through your pressed lips. Dead panning down at the cat like monster you can only raise a brow at his exclamations.

Grim's even gone as far as to latch around your calf, ducking his face behind like that would protect him, and his pitchfork tail lashes wildly. Wincing at the feeling of his claws digging into your flesh you attempt to remove him only to halt at the three sets of giggles morphing into one marginally creepy cackle.