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The Monster Within • The Grand Guignol x OC
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Ongoing, First published Oct 21, 2020
Mature
Famed horror writer and artist, Sabrina Moonstone is taken  by the one and only Grand Guignol. In order to escape, she must outwit the the boogeyman himself and free herself of her nightmares. However things aren't always what they seem.

"Pages of ink lingered on the young women's plump cheeks as she rested her heavy eyelids. Her head lightly laid on the oak desk as her arms wrapped around, creating a safety barrier. Her curly, untamed, raven locks sprawled out in every which way and cascaded down her shoulders. 

To her left were rounded potion bottles brimmed with an off-black ink. Beside the intricate containers were watercolor canvases and an array of neatly kept paint brushes. However-and the most interesting thing of all-were sketches of ghoulish and outlandish creatures."

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