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Written: January 2nd 2025
I sit silently in the car with a frown on my face, the rain pitter pattering against the window as we drive down the highway. Having just left from the restaurant where my boyfriend took me out for Valentines day.. and I decided to confront him for cheating on me. I have been gathering evidence as well so he can't attempt to gaslight me like he tried to do when I asked where he was going once.. "Why did you have to make me look so bad in front of all those people? Huh?" He hisses out to me with a frown on his face.
"I was simply speaking the truth Matthew." I say with a soft sigh, watching a raindrop race against another one. He grips onto the wheel with an iron grip, a frown on his face.
"Bullshitt." He growls at me with a glare, eyes returning to the road. Why is he like this? What happened to the kind man from the library...? Was that all a lie? I knew dating was a stupid idea.. I shouldn't have listened to my mom.
"Matthew... I have evidence and proof. Every single day of the week, you leave at around five am and return at eight am.. Thinking I'm asleep.. you leave for three hours." I say point blank with a neutral face. "It's safe to summize that you are cheating on me with another woman... Or man." I've been watching him for a while now, I noticed his change in behavior towards me and in general.. "If you had simply come to me and we had spoken about you needing more in terms of physical fulfillment. I would have agreed to have opened our relationship." I look to him with kindness in my eyes. He knows I have problems with intimacy.. We've only been dating for a couple months but all he wants is sex. We haven't done anything but kiss because I don't feel comfortable doing any more.
"WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING UNDERSTANDING?!?!!?" He screams at me and I jolt, flinching away from him and covering my ears. Scared by the sudden loud noise. He slams his hands on the wheel from rage. Why is he mad that I understand him??? It makes no logical sense!
"You know why!" I say with a slight whine, a frown on my face. Continuing to cover my ears. Why does he want to fight so bad?? Im trying to forgive him but he just wants to fight!? Why??? Is this a normal thing for relationships?? Mom never told me about this-
"I can't fucking do this anymore." He pulls over onto the side of the dirt road, putting the car in park. "Get out of the fucking car." He looks to me with a leer of hatred that makes me pause.
"Excuse me?" I say with a glare, baffled at his audacity right now. "This is my vehicle Matthew!" I point out to him with a sneer.
"I DONT FUCKING CARE! GET OUT!" He steps out of the car, grabbing something and stuffing it in his pocket. I frown in confusion, stepping out as well. Grimacing at the sensation of rain pouring over my body. Feeling it soaking into my Carhartt sweatshirt.
"Okay, I'm out? Now what?" I ask him with confusion. "Did you just want me to drive?? You could have just said so-"
"I fucking hate you." He says with a dark look in his eyes, pulling a small revolver out of his jacket pocket he holds it up and points it at me. That's against the rules of gun safety-
"Matthew.." My heart begins to race with terror, but my brain continues to think with rational logic. "You know it's not safe to point guns-"
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT YOU DUMB BITCH!" He yells at me making me flinch again and take a step back. He glares at me silently while I look at him in fear, my heart racing as I freeze. "I can't believe I put up with your bullshit just for a roof over my head and free food You didn't even put out." He scoffs and he pulls the trigger.
A piercing pain hits me in my chest, I stumble back and he pulls the trigger again and again.. all six shots entering my body and some passing through it. I trip and fall back into the ditch and roll through the mud until I eventually hit a tree. "Ma..t.." I try to call out to him.. but he gets in my car and drives away like a bat out of hell. I frown and with my remaining strength I grab my phone and in my notes I have a shortcut to in case I have inspiration. I write. 'Matthew Wallace killed me' before texting it to everyone in my contacts. I turn on my life 360 so they can find my body.. just as I pass out. My phone laying limp on my hands as I exhale one last time. Eyes dilating completely as my soul exits my body.
- ??? -
A small soul flutters down from a small portal that appears in the sky. Two eyes open from hidden in a cloud, it's pupils in the shape of red hearts. It gasps out in excitement, swimming through the clouds is a bright pink Sphinx cat that launches itself at the soul with glee. Wearing a white and pink fluffy sweater covered in hearts. "Aha! Finally!!" They eagerly take a closer look at the charge they were given. "Oh! You poor darling!!!" The cat gasps as it floats in the cloudy sky, no land in sight. The permanent vastness of a pink sunset filling the area.
"Hathor." A feline head the same as Hathors lowers down from the heavens with an elongated neck. It smiles to its child with love in its gaze.
"Mama Tiamat!" Hathor squeals with glee, wiggling as it eagerly nuzzles into its creator.
"Do you enjoy your new plaything?" Tiamat asks her child with a raised brow.
"Yes! Oh I love them Mama! The poor child was killed by her love!" Hathor swims through the clouds in a spiral, holding the soul to their chest as if swooning. "Only to be betrayed!!" They say with a whine of despair.. only to change. "I hope that bastard Matthew is sent to Dolor!! How dare he hurt MY Willow!" The Sphinx cats heart eyes break and turn black as she revels in her rage for a moment, black tears drop down her face as she growls... they soon turn back to normal and she giggles, acting as if nothing happened.
"I knew she would be perfect for you child. This soul felt quite unloved and lonely in her life.. I know you shall find her the perfect match." Tiamat smiles at her crazy romance obsessed child. "I shall send Matthew to Dolor when he dies my darling. As I do with all the lovers who kill your souls." A large white scaly paw as big as a planet descends and gently pets Hathor who eagerly nuzzles into it.
"Thank you Mama~ Can I get started?? Can I??" They ask the floating head eagerly.
"Of course my dear, you're my number one energy producer with how many successful trials you have." Tiamat smiles at her child who provides their civilization with a huge amount of power. "Tim sends you some of his failures for you to eat darling." A small jar appears filled to the brim with wounded souls that scream to be killed. To end their misery.
"Aw... Why Tim? He makes them taste so icky!" Hathor sticks their purple tongue out in disgust at the thought of those spicy souls.
"Hush now. Don't complain. Tim's souls provide you with enough energy." Tiamat chastises their child who sighs dramatically.
"Fineeee... Thank you Mama." They smile up to Tiamat who nods their head to their child.
"I shall allow you to begin your work darling. Good luck and enjoy yourself." Tiamat kisses Hathor before disappearing into a cloud with a shimmer of stardust.
Hathor opens the jar of souls and eagerly eats one, face scrunches up as she does. "Alright! Let us get started on the romance of a life time!!!" She squeals with excitement, clapping her paws and wiggling grabbing another soul to eat while she inspects the soul she was given by Tiamat.
"Willow King, Twenty Two years of age. Freelance Artist who dabbles in just about anything it seems! Even Taxidermy!" Hathor giggles slightly with a smile. "You're lucky you were given to me cutie! Smilo would have ripped you apart!" Hathor chuckles deeply. "Lets have a chat! Oooo! Playing with my puppet is my favorite part!!" She snaps her paws and the soul materializes into being as takes control of her puppet.
- Willow POV - ??? -
I grumble as my eyes flutter open ever so slowly. The pain that once filled me now absent as I float. Looking around the area in confusion, I gasp when I notice I'm floating in a sea of clouds and endless pink sunset. Oh my God.. I'm in heaven. Holy shit it's real.. "I..." I stop thinking about that and realize.. "I.. died.." I say completely baffled.. shocked Matthew would do that.. Well, my entire life as an atheist was pointless..
"Right you did!" I hear a.. I don't know what gender voice call out. God maybe? But I don't want to presume.. it could be an angel?
"Who's there?" I ask hesitantly, trying to doggy paddle swim through the air. How do angels do this? Are they biblically accurate or humans with wings and dresses? I hope they're biblically accurate.. I always loved their designs!
"Greetings, Willow King.. to your afterlife!" An androgynous person flies down, a pair of large fluffy white wings on their backs. Fluffy soft golden wheat hair on their head, a bow and arrow around their chest and a comforting smile on their face. "I am Hathor, at your service." They bow to me at the waist, and I notice that their pupils are in the shape of hearts. Okay, a Cupid? Maybe?
"H-Hello.. Hathor.. uhm.. what now..?" I ask them as I try to correct myself in the air so I can look at them properly, they giggle and help me turn with a helping hand. "T-thank you.."
"You must face a trial my dear to earn the rest of your happily ever after!" They clap their hands and smile at me. A trial? Is this just for atheists? Or do all religions go through this.. what version of heaven are we even in??
"What's the trial..?" I ask them nervously, praying it's not like Hercules's trials. I'm so fucked if they're like Hercs.. I can't kill a hydra! I would panic!
"Half the fun is not knowing!" Hathor laughs out with a grin. maybe for you.. "But do not fear! I shall tell you the end goal." I sigh with relief, feeling comfort in knowing the end goal. "But first I shall overview your soul and look deep inside you. Finding the perfect world to set your trial!"
"And you won't tell me where.." I say with a frown on my face.
"Nope! But worry not, I shall allow you to choose an ability, any power to defend yourself in this trial!" This will be bad if I don't know where the trial is going to be held. I can't anticipate what kind of world it would be, or what kind of powers I will need IN that world. "Here's some ideas based off of you!! Will it be bending the elements like the Avatar!?" They transform into aang which makes my eyes widen. "Heal your Ally's and resurrect them back from the dead like an angel!" They transform once more into Mercy from Overwatch which makes me smile slightly. "Or even kick butt as a kickass dragon!" They transform again into the first season American Dragon Jake Long but pink, mock punching the air with grunts.
"Anything, you say.." I say with a squint, stroking my chin. "How long do I have to decide?" I ask Hathor and they smile to me, still looking like a buff pink dragon.
"As long as you need my dear!" They rest their hands on their dragonoid hips.
"May I have a notebook?" I ask them and they giggle gleefully.
"I absolutely love when I get smart ones!" They snap their fingers, transforming back into a Pit knockoff.. a fluffy notebook with hearts all over it appears in my hand, a pen covered in hearts rests on top.
"Thank you." I smile to Hathor and nod my head, a smile on my face. "May I be told the end goal now? Not the world obviously.. but you did say the world would be based off of my memories correct?" So I should be able to somewhat anticipate what I will be going into based on my own interests.. be them from video games, books, or shows... Oh god, why was I apart of so many fandoms?? That's just making this 10,000 times harder to anticipate what I'll face..
"Yes! And yes! Your end goal is to be happy!" They giggle with a smile, I stare at them blankly.
"Hathor.." I take a long deep breath and sigh loudly. Pinching the bridge of my nose. "I have clinical depression, an anxiety disorder and OCD tendencies. as well as autism... I'm mentally ill Hathor, you're setting me up to lose in seconds." Hathor stops her giggle of excitement and goes silent, the clouds go dark for a second. They squint and look off into the distance.
"One second.." they hold up a finger and quickly fly off into a cloud, I begin to hear loud muttering which makes me smirk in amusement.
I sigh softly and shake my head slightly. "I'll just have to anticipate a fight to the death against Genocide route Sans then... that would be the best course to prepare myself for chaos..." I click my pen and begin to write like Light Yagimi does on the death note until I have a good long list of possible abilities I can knock off and wittle down.
"Okay.. One Punch Man. Good and overpowered.. but no, too destructive.. ESPECIALLY with my clumsy ass... I would trip and accidentally destroy a mountain.." I say with a frown, scratching it off looking to the next option. "Shapeshifting would be cool.. but eh.." I grimace slightly at the thought of it being painful. I mean I would basically be ripping my body apart to change into another person or animal.. "Might be painful as well as Werewolf.. man, being a werewolf would be cool as fuck.." I say with a whine, scratching it or reluctantly.
"Okay.. Summon Digimon/Pokemon..?" I raise a brow and look at the paper then frown slightly. "Maybe.. but they may not give me specific pokemon.. I could will easily with Mew or Arceus.. But I low-key would just smash my Renamon." I say with a squint at the paper, scratching it out with a tear dramatically falling down my face. "Okay.. Loony Toons Logic would be cool as shit.. But also VERY painful, I don't want to end up as Wile E. Coyote and not the Roadrunner in a situation.. and I'm not good with severe pain.." I begin to cross out most of the powers that are based off of physical durability or strength or require skill to use. Any that would be painful against me in any form as well... Man, having Wolverine powers or Deadpool would have been cool.. "Shit.. the only good one is-" I frown at the list.
"Have you picked?" Hathor flies back over with a smile.
"Yes I have." I click the pen and rest it on the book, handing it to Hathor who throws it over their shoulder. Which makes me chuckle slightly. "I would like the ability to Quick Save, Quick load, Save and Load as well as pause menu." I lean back in my seat and look at them in the eyes. Resting my hands against each other, my eyes gaining a malevolent glint.
"Like video games HUD?" They tilt their head with a raised brow.
"Mhm. Time manipulation basically to dumb it down, except it's fixed points and I keep all my knowledge. Like-" I hold my hand up trying to find the correct way to word myself so I don't accidentally screw myself over like with a genie. "Think of it this way. Im playing a game, quick save the moment I enter a dungeon. I go through the dungeon and die to a trap, and I'm sent back to the quick save. I now know theres a trap there so I can avoid it. Get it?" I say with a tilt of my head, smiling slightly at how genius it is. I would be functionally immortal as long as I'm smart and quick.
"That.. is.. GENIUS!" Hathor squeals out with utter glee, clapping their hands like a maniac. "GRANTED!! Granted granted granted!!!!! Oh my TIAMAT this is going to be so fun to watch!!!!" Tiamat... That must be the real name of God... Dope. Like the monster from DND that has a fuck ton of dragon heads.
"Thank you Hathor..." I bite my lip nervously, my mind begins to race. Hoping I don't get sent to the Freddy Fazbear world.. "Uhm.. may I ask you for something..?" Hopefully they won't think of this as selfish..
"Certainly my dear?" They tilt their head with curiosity, wondering what I'm going to ask for.
"I.. I had a service animal.." I say nervously, not looking at the angel.
"Ah yes, Franknfurter! Named after the main character in the Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Hathor floats closer to me, sitting down on a cloud opposite me. "I love Rocky Horror!"
"Can.. can you bring him with me? And make him undying and unkillable? He'll be like a sidekick.. an immortal sidekick.. he'll help with my anxiety." I ask- no plead the angel, my hands clasped together.
Hathor looks at me and their gaze softens, a kind smile on their face. "I assure you child.. He shall join you."
"T-Thank you.." I sniffle slightly, wiping my eyes. Oh my gosh that's a HUGE weight off my shoulders..
"I shall be giving you all your belongings in your car. Since I deleted Matthew from the world I made." Hathor glares into the clouds and a thunderous growls fills the air. "Scumbag.." they hiss.
"I agree." I say it's a chuckle, wiping my tears away with the sleeve of my jacket. Just now noticing that I have bullet holes in my body. ....cool.
"You'll have all your belongings in your car and all of money you saved up. I shall be turning any physical things you owned that were too large into the money that they were worth, such as your house." They smile at me and my eyes widen slightly. "I shall be starting you off in a random location. You shall have a map and such." They smile to me and I nod
"I.. I must admit... I'm excited." I say with a nervous chuckle. "Always wanted to go on an adventure like a video game."
Hathor smiles at me and pulls me in for a warm hug. "I wish you luck on your journey Willow.. Boop." They boop my nose and everything fades from my vision pleasantly.
- Third Person POV -
Hathor pulls their puppet back and puts them in their storage. Smiling down at the soul floating in their paws. "Now, to find out where to put you my dear." Hathor begins to dive into the memories and emotions of the soul. Lounging back on a cloud and eating the souls they were given.
The trill of a visitor resonates through her dimension, making the bald felines face furrow. "Hello dear sister." A cute voice calls out, Hathor turns and sees a tiny kitten in a galaxy print suit flying through the sky towards them. The soft cumulous clouds around the kitten transform into roaring thunder clouds as he passes. Turning back to normal once he's far enough away.
"Tim..." Hathor sighs softly with a frown.
"I see mama gave you the treats I made!" Tim jumps up onto a cloud and sits next to their sibling with a smile. The cloud turns into a rain cloud.
"Yes, thank you for them Tim. Although they are spicy, I appreciate it." Hathor smiles and pats their smaller siblings head.
"Who're you working on?" Tim asks with his head tilted in curiosity.
"Willow King." Hathor says as they swipe through her memories.
"Looking for a world base huh?" Tim asks with a raised brow. Eyes keenly watching the memories.. "What about there?" Tim points to a memory and Hathor raises an eyebrow.
"Horror..?" Hathor looks unsure, biting their lip. They see all the murder and bloodshed in the world and grimace. Not romantic at all! They think to themselves.
"Mhm! Look! They like the killers! Alot it seems!" Tim points at the small graph that shows off the amount of emotions the girl felt when she watched the movie. "Quite a lot of those emotions in the horror world." Tim smirks deviously.
"Yes, but DC is close." Hathor frowns slightly. Seeing how much Willow enjoyed Superman and Clark Kent.
"But not as much as horror~" Tim giggles evilly, a dark glint in his eye.
"Fine.. you're right." Hathor sighs softly, taking a closer look at the characters form the horror movies. "Oh my.." Hathor's eyes widen. "I.. I understand completely.." They watch the scene through Willows eyes in the memory of Bo Sinclair tying a girl down to a chair and super gluing their mouth shut. Sensually blowing it dry. A bright red full body blush rises on the bald cat. They clear their throat, hiding their face in their sweater "You should head back to your world Tim."
"Aww, okay.. But don't forget! Don't make em normal! They're murderous psychos!!!" Tim giggles a small snow globe appears in his hand. "Here.. this will help." They toss the snow globe to Hathor who grabs it cautiously. "Murderous psychos aren't all sunshine and rainbows Hathy~" Tim waves and flies off to return to his office space.
Hathor sighs softly, looking at the orb. They tap it and frown when they see the vicious and violent emotions locked within. The strength of them making the clouds shake around her. "If it will make it more accurate.. I know Willow enjoys accuracy.. especially when she reads her fan fiction.. I suppose... I shall add a dash." Hathor nods and a small cloud appears in front of her. Looking like cotton splattered in blood, the world of Horror. They take a pinch of the snow inside the globe and sprinkle it on the cloud.. that gets slightly darker. "Good.. now my favorite part!! Designing the soul marks!!! Eeee!!!" Hathor squeals and begins to overlook the profiles of all the characters she plans on linking to Willow.
- Willow POV -
My eyes open and I gasp loudly holding a hand to my chest, hearing a cluck of concern from my chicken I turn and see him and smile. "Oh Frank!" I grab my chicken and litter his face with kisses, he coo's happily. A chicken like smile on his face, basking in my affection. "So I did die.." I notice I'm sitting in the driver's seat of my car and sigh softly. I pull the chicken into my lap and hold him for a second. "Well.. I'm single now.." I say with a frown.
I grab a map that's set on the dashboard and look at it. "Thank you Hathor!" I call out to the angel with a smile, noticing they put a 'you are here' and an arrow of where I'm currently facing. "Why am I in the middle of nowhere?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Seems like I'm exploring..? I mean.. I can do whatever I want here now.. Hathor told me to be happy.. I have plenty of money...i won't have to work much.." I bite my lip and look at my chicken who's chilling in the passenger seat. Wearing his diaper that I made him that says 'Juicy' on the back, like those track suits in the 2000's... I thought it was hilarious.
"Yeah.... Yeah!" I smile wide. "Let's enjoy life, huh Frank? Let's go explore for some art materials! Who knows what we'll find! Maybe something will inspire us!" I look at my chicken in the passenger seat, making sure his diaper is on and secure. "Oh! We can't forget my ability!" I say to Frank with a pointed look. "Quick save." I say and a menu floats in the air that I control with my mind. The entire world around me freezes. "Save as 'Origin'." I say and a save slot is taken up... I notice I don't have a limit of saves. I smile wide. The world unfreezes and I begin to drive, turning on my radio to play some Three Days Grace on my CD. "LETS START A RIOT!!! A RIOT!!"
- Later -
Driving through the back roads with a smile on my face, my tank of gas full so I don't feel anxious. I even have spare gas in the trunk for emergencies! Windows down and chicken in the passenger seat.. my afterlife is good right now... Until my car begins to overheat..? I see smoke billowing off it and curse loudly. Pulling go the side and parking my car. Saving my game as I exit my car I sigh loudly, putting the save name under 'Stranded'. It's better to have a fuck ton of random saves then to have none.
I look around the area and huff out with a furrowed brow. Walking to the front of my car I open the top and a billow of steam rises. "Well, that can't be good, huh Frank.." I talk to my pet rooster who crows in my front seat, as if taunting me. "Well Lord Franknfurter we must venture forth into the wilderness.... To find help or wait for our car to cool off.. eventually." I walk to my car and grab my keys and rooster in his kennel. Taking him out of it I wrap his leash around my hand and rest him on my shoulder. Making sure to lock my car up, I take my purse with all my money in it. "Let us March! Onward! To adventure!" I turn and walk down the road, holding my fist in the air. "ALLON'SY!!"
- A While Later -
As I walk through the woods with a content smile on my face. A gust of wind hits me and my face scrunches up in disgust. "Ew, a stinky smelly smell..." I say while looking towards where it came from. Saving my game as 'Smelly smell?'. "Let's be dumb and investigate!" I say to Frank who clucks as he nuzzles into me. "God I feel so comfortable with the quick save.. I feel like if I make a mistake I can choose to make the right one if I mess up! Like in Fallout!" I chuckle softly with a smile.
Walking towards the origin of the stench, hoping it's a good find. I watch carefully where I step so I don't roll my weak ankle. I spot a small cliff and look over it. Gasping dramatically. "DUDE!!!! FRANK WE HIT THE FUCKING JACKPOT!!!" I squeal out with glee, clapping my hands vigorously with excitement, jostling the chicken on my shoulder. "Do you see anything good in there Frank?" I ask my rooster as I lean over, he digs his nails into me and readjusts. Ruffling his feathers slightly with a growl.
"Oh God." I say with an overly sexual whine. "I see antlers and claws.. I'm a slut for antlers and claws, Frank." I.tell my chicken, biting my lip nervously. "Fuck it. We ball!" I carefully find my way around and slide down the hillside towards the pit of dead animals. Getting a vague sense of deja-vu..
I spot some antlers near the edge and squeal, pumping my fist in the air. I set my bantam rooster down onto the ground. Allowing him to strut towards the pile and eagerly begins to forage. Clucking happily when he finds a maggot. "Frank! Come on! Don't get your feet all dirty!" I whine at my son. "You're so lucky I brought wet wipes young man!" I chastise my son and shake my head in disbelief at my rooster who's living the dream. He looks to me and clucks loudly, dropping the maggot and picking it up before dropping it again and picking it up. Scooting towards me as he does it.
"Aw, this for me buddy?" I crouch down next to my rooster. I don't hear the truck approaching because of my loud chicken. I take the maggot from him and pretend to eat it, but really I'm tossing it behind me. "Mmmm. You're such a big strong man Frank. Providing for me hm?" I giggle petting the rooster who does a little happy dance next to me to flirt. "You're such a silly boy Franky."
"Uh.. excuse me?" Jumping up in alarm I turn around and see a redneck man that looks.. familiar.. "You lost?" He asks with a friendly smile, looking quite dirty.. but in a cute way... Like a dirty lil raccoon, or a rat.
"Oh uh, sort of?" I say with a squint at myself, scratching the back of my head. "My car overheated and or broke down over in that.. direction...?" I gesture in the vague direction I came from. "But I smelt decay and got excited- er.. that sounds weird.." I hold a finger to my chin and grimace, realizing I'm with a normal person.
The man chuckles softly with amusement, hopping into the back of his truck he grabs a deer corpse. "I can give ya a ride to a town nearby called Ambrose if ya like? They have a mechanic shop and my brother works there?" He offers me. His accent is absolutely adorable.
I gasp in excitement when I see the still fresh deer corpse, jogging forward I pull out my hammer from my pocket. "Wait wait wait-"
"H-Huh?" He looks to me in confusion and slight alarm, only seeing a girl running at him with a hammer.
"Oh shit- uh sorry.. didn't mean to threaten- Don't throw away the antlers!!" I hold my hammer up staring at the deer with excitement, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet. "So many uses for art!!!" I say with a manic look in my eye and a feral grin, he smiles slightly at this.
"Hand me the hammer, I'll whack 'em free for ya miss..?" he asks, holding his hand out to me.
"Willow! Pleased to meet you- oh and this fine gentleman is my emotional support animal Franknfurter, or Frank." I hand him the hammer before gesturing to my rooster who glares at the man with contempt. Thinking he's a rival rooster trying to steal his hen.. he will FUCK this man UP! ...Once he gets off the truck that is, he can't quite reach.
"Well, Howdy there Frank." He tips his hat to the rooster, an amused smile on his face. Oh my God he's adorable.. he's so nice- and goofy! "I'm Lester." Again.. that sounds familiar..
"Pleasure to meet you Lester!" I smile at him, reaching down and picking my chicken up. Cleaning his feet off with a wet wipe before putting him on my shoulder.
"So ah.. you make art ya said..?" He asks as he whacks the skull of the dear, bashing the head open and pulling the entire set of horns free with his brows furrowed in concentration. This man is after my own heart..
"Yes! I'm a freelance artist, I mainly make stuff and sell it online. I dabble in just about everything!" I chuckle deeply, nervously playing with my hands. "I like to tell people that my true muse is chaos itself. One minute I'm doing taxidermy, the next I'm painting or carving into wax or clay to make bronze sculptures.." that makes his eyes light up slightly.
"My big brother would like you." Lester says with a smile, handing me the bloody hammer back. Which I take and clean off with a wet wipe before sliding it in my purse. Putting the dirty wet wipe into a Ziploc bag to be disposed off at a later date. We don't litter, I'm not a heathen. "You carry a hammer in her purse..?" He asks with a squint.
"and knife. You never know when someone might want to try and hurt ya. Always gotta be prepared, like the Great Alastor Moody says. Constant Vigilance!" I wave my fist in the air with a goofy smile.
"Alastor who?" Lester asks as he drags the corpses out of the truck, tossing them onto the pile with a uh.. sexy grunt. God I have such an audio kink..
"Oh- uh.. He's a character in the Harry Potter books." I shrug my shoulders, blushing with embarrassment. Grimacing slightly, he quickly finishes depositing the corpses and looks to me.
"Well, hop on in lil Lady! I'll take us to Ambrose!" I mentally save my game under 'Redneck Taxidermist' and smile at the man. Hopping into his truck eagerly.
"Oh my God, I love the decor." I say with a grin, eagerly looking at each and every trinket. Setting my rooster in my lap and his carrier at my feet.
"R-Really....?" He asks with wide eyes, a blush rising to his face.
"Of course, I love taxidermy! It's a true art form. I like using natural resources when I make my art! I once made an entire floor length jacket out of racoon pelts for a client." Lester's heart thumps in his chest, he grimaces when he feels a burning sensation on his soul mark when he accidentally touches me. He gasps softly and looks at me with wide eyes. Knowing I'm his soul mate.. he's found me.. before his brother's! He's got a tell em-
"Well ah.. let's get headed!" He says nervously, quickly pulling out and towards Ambrose. Curious why I didn't react.. am I one of the rare ones?