Stephanie's Journal: Off Greens For Life
In those stupid cheesy horror movies, there's that stupid cliche of when someone's running from the monster, killer, mutant, whatever, they always trip over nothing. Then you sit there yelling at them for being such a clutz in a time like that. I've done it, too. When I was running from Dionaea, I did exactly that. I was almost out of the park and I tripped on a perfectly flat walkway, right in front of some park memorial. For a split second I thought "maybe he's kinda slow, maybe can get up in time". I should've kept my mouth shut. I roll over and he's standing over me. I start crawling back out of desperation but he grabs with with his tendrils by my arms. He lifts me up like I'm nothing and slams me hard against the monument. His teeth are like a foot away from my face now. His breath....oh God, I've been in morgues that smell worse. There's no signs of his previous humanity anywhere on his face, except for one hazel-colored human eye with just a little bit of skin left around it. All it did was make him that much scarier.
"Why'd you gotta be like that, Cutie? I just wanna be with you...."
"Let me go, you disgusting freak!!!"
"Haaaagggh...that's right, talk mean to me. I like that."
"You're not gonna get away with this!! All those people you murdered, you'll pay for it!!"
"Y'know what else I like, you sexy little...."
Why does he have to talk like that? Seriously, why? It just makes everything more horrifying than it---what's he doing? T-that's his tongue. No, no no no, not the face NOT THE FACE N- AHH, GROSS, EW EW EW EW NO, BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH, GROSS NO NO, STOP. STRANGER DANGER, OH GOD WHY, NO... Oh god don't let this be toxic...
"Your skin is so warm. I wonder if you're as warm on the inside, too!"
He pulls back one of his arms. Where there should be a hand there's just this horn-stinger thing. By now I'm pretty sure I ruined my costume. I had no idea, I was too shaken up at this point to really tell. Just as he's about to kill me though, a Shuriken stabs into his mossy skin. It lights up before an electric current bursts out and through Dionaea, forcing him to let me go. Took them long enough. I fall to my knees while the stun shuriken is making Dionaea scream. I sit there vigorously wiping my face with the end of my cape. I really need a damp towel right now....
Stephanie's Journal: Off Greens For Life
In those stupid cheesy horror movies, there's that stupid cliche of when someone's running from the monster, killer, mutant, whatever, they always trip over nothing. Then you sit there yelling at them for being such a clutz in a time like that. I've done it, too. When I was running from Dionaea, I did exactly that. I was almost out of the park and I tripped on a perfectly flat walkway, right in front of some park memorial. For a split second I thought "maybe he's kinda slow, maybe can get up in time". I should've kept my mouth shut. I roll over and he's standing over me. I start crawling back out of desperation but he grabs with with his tendrils by my arms. He lifts me up like I'm nothing and slams me hard against the monument. His teeth are like a foot away from my face now. His breath....oh God, I've been in morgues that smell worse. There's no signs of his previous humanity anywhere on his face, except for one hazel-colored human eye with just a little bit of skin left around it. All it did was make him that much scarier.
"Why'd you gotta be like that, Cutie? I just wanna be with you...."
"Let me go, you disgusting freak!!!"
"Haaaagggh...that's right, talk mean to me. I like that."
"You're not gonna get away with this!! All those people you murdered, you'll pay for it!!"
"Y'know what else I like, you sexy little...."
Why does he have to talk like that? Seriously, why? It just makes everything more horrifying than it---what's he doing? T-that's his tongue. No, no no no, not the face NOT THE FACE N- AHH, GROSS, EW EW EW EW NO, BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH, GROSS NO NO, STOP. STRANGER DANGER, OH GOD WHY, NO... Oh god don't let this be toxic...
"Your skin is so warm. I wonder if you're as warm on the inside, too!"
He pulls back one of his arms. Where there should be a hand there's just this horn-stinger thing. By now I'm pretty sure I ruined my costume. I had no idea, I was too shaken up at this point to really tell. Just as he's about to kill me though, a Shuriken stabs into his mossy skin. It lights up before an electric current bursts out and through Dionaea, forcing him to let me go. Took them long enough. I fall to my knees while the stun shuriken is making Dionaea scream. I sit there vigorously wiping my face with the end of my cape. I really need a damp towel right now....