I do NOT own any characters that are mentioned from games/tv shows/movies/animes. I DO own the idea of the characters of Verde and others, but not the original character format. Some, however, I totally own, such as Amelia Strings and many others.
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Verde Muerte, also known as Harika Black (Well, Potter really, but no one had the guts to call her that...) was walking down the dark mahogany and obsidian hallway, puffing scorched black bangs from her eyes as she did so. She could hear the soft pattering of the rain on the roof, the surface of the ceiling doing nothing to misplace the sound. The roar of a chainsaw blasted with a suddenness from her left, the violet and grey door that read 'Aya Drevis: Doctor Fix' rattling on its hinges. Fix was making another one of her dolls, and everyone fled the vicinity in case of a sudden jolt that would set the girl off.
A sudden explosion rocked the walls of the manor, startling her from her thoughts. Cursing rang from Aya's room, the shaking no doubt ruining her most recent experiment. The forever fourteen year old could honestly make a hardened sailor blush with the language that she used. A door banged open at the end of the hall, (Laytor Simmons: SoulRipper) a tall female of 6;2 tore down the corridor, the slam of the female's shoes hitting the floor echoing down to the next floor. A ungodly roar boomed down the hallways and passages of the manor, the source a very pissed off SoulRipper who was out for blood.
"ARLIEN! GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE BACK HERE SO I CAN KICK IT ALL THE WAY TO SLENDER FORREST!" The steps thundered down another flight of stairs, obviously giving pursuit to the forces of the yelling and cause of the explosion. Verde didn't even want to guess what SoulRipper had been getting up to when that blast had went off. Probably twisting a innocent child's soul into a husk. Sounded like SoulRipper. The soul most likely had snapped in the strain of the noise and was never to be mended, so therefore it was now useless to SoulRipper. Yep, that was defiantly enough to piss off the hot tempered creature.
"I'M SORRY! IT WAS A ACCIDENT, YOU CRAZY BITCH! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" Arlien's panicked voice could be heard, even from five floors up. That poor boy. Once SoulRipper got her hands on him, he wouldn't be able to walk for a week on top of the fact he would be unconscious for at least a month. A clang sounded throughout the house, the distinct sound of a heavy wood hitting lighter floor. A shink! of metal followed, making her think of a weapon being drawn. A voice drawled into the silence that was left from the absence of yelling and pounding feet.
"Well... It seems that if I am gone longer than a day, you children get into trouble that even the Fates themselves would have problems fixing. Must you bicker, Arlien and Laytor?" A deep voice, one that all who inhabited the Manor Betim Vrasës recognized with ease. A smile slowly rose to meet Verde's face.
The Bloody Reaper, Lady Lune Roberts, was home for the evening.
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Betim Vrasës
FanfictionDid you honestly think that the proxies and all others that live in Slender Mansion are the only ones around? Well, my friend, you are DEAD wrong. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have you wondered where the Rake goes in his spare time? Who Jeff stayed with...
