#it’s okay hun just let me paint tombstones

[cheridraws]

got a job offer from my aunt to paint some tombstones

[wthelvetica21]

🔗💀Linked Souls

in the Digital Cabaret’s lobby

All four of the Mystery Skulls investigators found themselves in a calmly lit room with skull decor. It was quaint to say the least. There were also musical instruments like guitars and old fashion keyboards on the walls as well like it was a recording studio. All of them were laying on the same large circular sofa with two tables.

Lewis: What… The hell… just happened…? Guys?

Vivi: Just a few more minutes okay Lew. I swear… mar 

Vivi rolled back sleeping with her plush turtle that she kept in her backpack before they headed out.

Arthur: (yawn) Can you keep it down… Whoa OH HOLY SHIT! Where are we guys? This can’t get any weirder man.

Mystery: *soft barking* (I must keep a low profile for now. I have a feeling that we’re not… in our world anymore. I sense four none hostile souls and least one that’s harbors some justifiable apprehension towards us.)

Lewis is the only one who could hear Mystery via supernatural telepathy.

Lewis: Huh? I hear voices from outside… 

Lewis along with Mystery and Arthur put their heads on the double doors to listen in.

Teenage Male Voice: I don’t know if this is a good Idea Doc. They seem sketchy as hell if you ask me. Especially the ghost rider reject in particular.

Calm Female Voice: I’m sure hun, my tombsona can since people’s intentions right away. They seem to be looking for someone or something whom was involved with the murder of the young man in the suit who has become a ghost. It’s all I could glean however. But the dog though.. is odd… He’s not a threat to us but that might not be his true form.

Suave German Voice: He could be a lycan… What? It’s possible since that ghost is particularly one that still has his body. 

 Mystery: *tilts his head* (A lycan? As in a werewolf? He also knows that Lewis is a special case as well.)

Softer Male Voice: … 

Strangely Familiar Voice: What’s that Armstrong? You think that we should meet them one by one? Maybe 2 by 2 would work better. I would rather meet them later… I’m still having a hard time processing this whole situation. I just woke up after all.

Lewis: Wait?… Is that the? (Is that the guy singing in that weird dream from earlier? Could it be that comatose guy who was begging for help? It’s modulated a bit but it’s that voice I heard. I just know it.)

Mystery: whimper (Lewis? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You know that voice?)

Lewis: Uhh… I could’ve sworn I heard his voice before. (he said softly)

Calm Female Voice: Don’t worry cher. We’ll go first. Come on Rust since you’ve been itching to meet them.

All three backed up from the door so they wouldn’t get hit.

Teenage Male Voice: WHAT!? Why the hell me? Why not Tesla, Armstrong, or even your… Hey don’t give me that look. Dammit okay fine… let’s meet them already. (mumbles in Spanish)

Lewis: Tch… (Yeah you’re already gonna be a pain in the ass from the get go. Must be a high schooler or somethin’.)

Strangely Familiar Voice: Wait! I changed my mind. I’m very curious about these people from another universe.

The double doors open and two individuals come out. One was a woman who had discolored blue skin with glowing neon blue paint. And she had flowing hair that acted like willow wisps. She also had the attire of a stage magician with some witch doctor elements. The most noteworthy thing about her was the navy blue mask with glowing cyan eyes and outlines that took up most of the top portion of her face. She could even be mistaken for a ghost like Lewis. 

Vivi: OMG, she’s… so… cool! Oh man I wish I had that classy outfit she’s wearing. I could match with Lewis for once.

Mystery: *tilting his head groaning* (She’s certainly someone Vivi and Lewis could get along with very well. Maybe she patched us up from that elevator.)

Doc: My name is Doc or you could call me Ms. Doc for convenience. I’m the drummer for The Living Tombstone. Next to me is zero_one. He’s our keyboardist and composer. He also does the vocals as well.

The other individual was a tall svelte man who was shorter than Lewis but slightly taller than Arthur.  He looked like he was wearing a skin tight jump suit with yellow circuit lines with an orange fade to them. In the center of his torso is a rectangle that looks like a microchip with a heart beat indicator. He also was wearing a helmet that had a plume of golden orange hair made out of plasma and a pair of headphones. But what really caught Lewis’s attention was the LED skull with a bolt shaped crack on the right. He recognizes him as that guy from that dream he while he was passed out on that mining elevator. Almost immediately both of them blurted out…

Lewis & zero_one in unison : Do I know you from somewhere? But how?

Lewis : Hold up… Um Hey… (Aw man this shit just got weird already.)

zero_one : Uh… Hi there… (Oh… awkward.)

Arthur: Welp… This just got awkward and weird fast. What is going on here man? You recognize the dude with the mohawk?

Lewis : It’s a… 

Rust: Oh that does it… I’m going in. What flying fu…. oh… This is already got a weird vibe. Who the hell are you people anyway? AND You… yes you the ghost rider reject how do you recognize our front man hah?

Lewis : growls (Great another asshole with a green motif. But he’s some kind of punk who’s just got outta high school). 

sigh (trying to contain his anger) I’m not sure, I just seen someone like him that’s all…

Stoping the young man in biker attire with the green skull mask from lunging at Lewis was a slightly older gentleman who’s color scheme was similar to Lewis’s. He had the attire of a mad scientist with a winter hat.

Tesla: Can you not be hasty Rust for just a moment. They are not a threat to us remember. Herr Geist (german : Mr. Ghost) I still have so many questions. How did you find the elevator to this universe?

Lewis : Umm… (Who the hell is this guy? He looks like he just stepped out of an anime or a game or something.)

Long story short but it may sound batshit crazy ; we were chasin’ a dismembered gang green arm with a single black eye. Did ya’ll see him.

Rust: uhh… what? What kinda story is that? You must be tripping on something really strong to come up with that.

Behind the slightly befuddled young man in the green was a larger skull faced man with a burnt space suit who’s glowing red. He looks like he’s trying to calm things down before a fight breaks out between Lewis and Rust. 

Armstrong : … signing (I believe we all need to calm down first before we get our stories out there. I’m Armstrong gentlemen, lady, and… dog. You hail from another universe?)

Lewis : Huh… good point sir. (Why do I know what he’s saying even though I don’t know sign language. This shit really couldn’t get any weirder.)

Lewis then gives a paraphrased version of what Armstrong was saying to rest of the Mystery Skulls gang. Doc explained that Armstrong has tinnitus but can still play the guitar very well despite that. His tomesona can also give some form of synesthesia to compensate for his hearing loss.

Rust: (shakes his head in disbelief) Fine whatever. Names Rust, don’t ya’ll forget it. I do the vocals and rap.

Tesla: Guten Tag, my name is Tesla Herr Geist, Chicken with Mechanical Arm, Mysterious Dog, and Liebshen.

Lewis : *groan of frustration* (Oh that’s effing lovely. He better be usin’ that word as a term of endearment and not trying to flirt with her. But at least he isn’t an annoying little punk like the green one.)

Vivi: Oh how rude of us not to introduce ourselves. We are the Mystery Skulls ; we’re paranormal investigators. I’m Vivi Yukino, I’m the researcher of the group. But my day job is at a used comic book shop called TomeTomb. Oh I also know how to play electric guitar.

Tesla: Oh is that right Liebshen? Very nice indeed.

Armstrong : … (puts both of his thumbs up for approval and nodding)

Doc: Huh, TomeTomb(soft chuckle) what an interesting name. And you are young man?

Arthur: I’m Arthur Kingsmen, I’m just the mechanic of the group and I’m not as interested with this paranormal crap as much as Lewis and Vivi. And I work with my uncle Lance at his auto repair shop called Kingsmen repair. Also I play keyboard and actually own three keytars as well (he said proudly). Ha they almost costed me an arm… and a… (nervous chuckle). Yeah, the arm is a different story though. (he said sheepishly scratching his head.)

Rust: Well it must have… literately. Holy shit man, three of them? Talk about overkill.

Lewis could see zero_one light up like a kid in a candy store as soon as Arthur mentioned his keytars. He could feel this feeling radiating in the core of his locket ; its joy. He then sees zero_one approach Arthur like someone who was reunited with a long lost sibling.

zero_one : Three keytars? (in rapid secession) What brand are they? How did you get them? What year were they made? Do you have any pictures of them? 

Arthur: (he had a smile that the rest of the Mystery Skulls gang haven’t seen in months) Really? I have a 1980s Casio, a late 90s Korg, and an early 2000s Yamaha. I had some connections back then and I usually find them used online even though they were still…kinda expensive. And yeah I have pictures of them on my phone, you can come and look if you want.

The Orange-Yellow color coded duo sat next to each other like they just got a new hand held game and rambled on and on about mods and midi plug ins for keytars for a good 20 minutes. Lewis wished that he didn’t go into that cave in the first place. The relationship between Arthur and zero_one was not just like two long lost brothers but it was like his friendship with Arthur before this whole third wheel and ghost thing ever came about. Lewis felt a small pang of guilt before getting interrupted with a question.

Lewis : sigh… (At least Arthur is feelin’ better already after all the shit I put him through. Maybe comin’ here isn’t going to be that bad after all. Just Maybe…)

Rust: Who’s the dog though? Gotta say though he kinda looks badass with the red and black.

Mystery: *shrugs in embarrassment* (Yabai. (Japanese: Oh Crap.) Maybe I shouldn’t show my true form now, maybe wait til they are ready or Vivi or Lewis mention it.)

Vivi: Oh his name is Mystery. He’s our mascot, sorta. I know he isn’t a ghost like my boyfriend over here.

Tesla: Boyfriend ha… Oh well, but you could do so much better then…

Doc: Tesla stop. Lewis is Vivi’s beau, just leave it be. There are other women you know…

Tesla: Uhh. Gut, I’m a man of honor.

Lewis : (Oh sure you are hat guy.) 

Okay then, I’m Lewis Pepper and I’m more the guy who handles the heavy equipment in our paranormal investigations. My day job is waiter and chef at my adopted family’s restaurant “Pepper Paradiso”. I also play violin and I am a train vocalist.

Rust: Oh… really? Come on zero_one, me and you, let’s nock this amateur down a peg or two.

zero_one : You’re kind of putting me on the spot here Rust. Lewis did say he was trained, maybe you should’ve not called him that.

Lewis : (narrows his eyes) (Oh, I’ll knock this Rust punk down a peg or two.)

 Oh really Rust. Alright I’m game but just you and me. Mono a mono. Let the best vocalist wi…. huh?

Then a feeling comes over both Lewis and zero_one that made both of them and harmonize a beautiful arpeggio that brings all the room in awe. Rust was drowned out by both of them because he was just as shocked as everyone else in the lobby.

Doc: Oh honey, both of ya’ll voices are like two angels. And you thought he was an amateur Rust?

Rust: Well, damn I’ll admit it, you and zero_one won on this one. For now.

Armstrong : … signing 

zero_one : interpreting for Armstrong : Well since the introductions are out of the way, I believe you said something about a dismembered arm earlier. Is that the reason why you stumbled into our universe?

Lewis : Well yeah, it said it lead us into a trap or some shit like that. It was also working with someone or something else that wanted to do all of us in. 

* Loud Alarm *

A I Voice: Warning security breach detected. / Subject identified as a green dismembered arm that has already made entry into timeline v. / prerecorded transmission from the multi-universal edge by Helvetica. 

Helvetica: Something has just breached the reality layline. Sending distress signal to prime universe about Null’s escape. Butterfly effect radiating towards other divergent TLT timelines. Three inter-universal ones from the prime timeline. At least three no… it’s five from the universe MSA (Mystery Skulls universe). I’m making my way to timeline v as soon as possible. End of Transmission.

Lewis : Welp… I can see things have gone to shit already. At least we know where it is now. Might as well go looking for it but we’re do we even freakin’ start huh?

Tesla: I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise you. My prime self told me about this Null character but… what is it doing at this time period I wonder? Poor fraulein Helvetica sounds like she can’t handle this on her own. She might be proto_type’s student but even a student needs some extra help. We should worry about the four ones from our universe first before the one’s from our visitor’s universe.

zero_one : Wait? There are people from Lewis’s universe that crossed over to this universe too? What’s going on here?

Tesla: It’s most likely a butterfly effect like the distress called mentioned. Oh I believe we already have a lead or two, that’s gut. Really gut.

A I Voice: First sightings found downtown at High May’s Junior, Le Macabre Dance club, and Toriyama’s School for the Arts.

They decide to split up into teams to not only look for the possessed arm but for at least three people from the prime timeline in TLT’s universe.

 Mystery, Tesla, and Vivi are going to that Toriyama Art school in Japan since Vivi is fluent in Japanese. Lewis is thankful that Mystery is with her if Tesla tries anything.

Arthur, Rust, and Doc decide head to that Le Macabre Dance club which is in Puerto Rico. Rust apparently knows his way around there.

While Armstrong, Lewis and zero_one head towards a popular hot spot on San Francisco’s Yvette district; more specifically a hole in the wall bar known as High May’s Jr. Lewis decides to go there alone since he can change his form at will unlike Armstrong or zero_one but has agreed to meet up with them later once they found whom ever they are looking for. Armstrong thinks he’s way too conspicuous to be seen in public and decides to rendezvous with this Helvetica woman who made that distress call earlier along with zero_one.

End of Transmission

Lewis :  Well. I still have my ID and all. But I don’t think it’ll matter all that much. I swear this whole thing with timelines , butterfly effect and shit makes me feel like I’m in a very anime video game. Was something like Blaze blue or whatever? Or someone’s fanfic… Umm… Nah, that’s fu_king bonkers.

[violetflowerfairy-blog]

Untitled Story I'm working on

Sometimes being dead is not so bad, other times it makes you want to throw things, well that’s my opinion anyway. I guess I should tell you about me and what the hell this is all about. Well my name’s Kendra, Ken to everyone, and well this is my life, or death I guess.      I guess you could say I was different then other people my age, at 16 I had what my parents called ‘an unhealthy obsession for death and demons’ but that’s just modern day parents for you. They don’t understand half the shit their kids do and they don’t really care, at least mine didn’t. Kendra Ann-Marie, that’s my name, but calling me Kendra will get you slapped faster then you can blink, I wasn’t a bad kid per say I just didn’t fit into the mold that society made for me. I prefered ripped jeans and cropped leather jackets to the sun dresses the more feminine counterparts in my school wore. Okay I guess that’s enough narration for now, maybe it’s time to actually tell the story    Typical day or so I thought BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I groaned and slammed my hand down onto what I thought was the snooze button, instead alls I did was knock the screaming alarm to the floor where it bounced and skid underneath my bed, I slowly sat up and attempted to find the cord where it plugged into the wall, once I had a hold of it I yanked the plug from the wall and watched the glow of the red light from the clock fade as it’s power was sapped. I stretched and kicked my red plaid blanket off my legs and twisted until my feet touched the cold wood floor, I attempted to run my fingers through my caramel colored hair and instead succeeded in pulling on my hair. I groaned and got up, flipping on my laptop in my normal morning routine of listening to Creepypasta stories while I got ready for school. Generally getting ready took no time at all and I wasn’t surprised when I came downstairs to find the kitchen dark and unused, my long ponytail swept across my back as I made a pack of s'mores pop tarts and filled my water bottle with iced coffee. I grabbed my backpack and slipped into my favorite cropped leather jacket before heading out into the misty morning of Stonecreek. Stonecreek was a tiny town in the middle of buckshot nowhere Oregon, in the middle of the woods, so fog and rain were nothing out of the ordinary for this stupid town. I walked through the slight drizzle I flipped back to where my red ribbon marked the page in Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, a book about demons. I normally left early to stop by my best friends house in the city part of town, walking while reading was nothing new to me and when I passed by an alleyway in the city I didn’t notice that I suddenly wasn’t alone on this Wednesday anymore. I don’t recall all that happened but I know that before long I was standing in an alleyway looking cross eyed at the muzzle of a shotgun. The holder of said gun had a slightly shaky hand and unsteady eyes, I rolled my hazel eyes and sighed. “Let me guess, typical give you my money or you’ll shoot me between the eyes?” I asked, my typical smirk coming out. “Well I get the feeling you won’t actually shoot me, you look frightened, afraid of death or at least having someone's blood on your hands.” The man pressed the barrel closer to my head. “Your money, girly. Or I swear you won’t make it out of this alley.” He knocked my copy of Pseudomonarchia Daemonum onto the ground. “Hey! What the hell?!” I snapped. “Do your worst, fucker, you don’t scare me.” I said. Word of advice don’t tell someone with a gun to your head to do their worst because what happened was his worst, he pulled the trigger and I felt a slight searing pain and then nothing. Yay death. Why can’t anyone see me? Oh right I’m dead When I sat up the first thing I noticed was the deep ache in my forehead, and in the back of my head, I figured it was just a headache and shook it off, I looked around and grabbed my black neon paint splattered backpack and checked my watch, the face was cracked and it wasn’t working the time said 7:30, must’ve been when I fell, thinking nothing of it I got up and headed in the direction of Stonecreek High School figuring I was late. ---- Walking into school the first thing I did was head to class, lucky for me my homeroom teacher had a constant hangover and didn’t call attendance until at least an hour into class, so when I headed to my desk in the back I was kinda surprised when no one looked up at me as I passed by. My desk was by my best friend, Travis, in the back row by the window, I set my bag down and sighed. “You won’t believe the morning I’ve had, T.” I said, sighing loudly. I frowned when Travis didn’t say anything in return and fully turned my body to look at him. “Travis? Are you listening? Hello?” I waved my hand in front of his face and snapped my fingers in his eyes. “Travis?” I said, my worried voice almost echoing. “Anyone? Guys!” “They can’t hear you, hun. Or see you for that matter.” A man said, sitting on the counter by the window. He was tall and kind lanky, but was dressed nice in a black suit with a tombstone grey tie and matching loafers. “What do you mean they can’t see me? I’m standing right here!” He chuckled, his shaggy fiery red hair was pulled up into a ponytail. “Well I mean exactly what I said. They can’t see or hear you, you are no longer part of the human world. Let’s take this to my office.” He said and suddenly I was being pulled into a whirlpool like thing that made my vision go black. When the spots cleared from my vision I was sitting in an office, on the other side of a large wood desk, in the distance there was faint screams and laughter but not jolly laughter more maniacal and insane. “Where are we? What happened to the classroom?” I asked. The ponytail guy smiled. “Welcome to Hell, Kenny. We’ve been expecting you for some time. I am Liam, I guess you could say I’m the devil's advocate.” Liam said. “I take all the new demon inputs and give them their jobs and such, make sure all the souls end up in their proper punishments, and you Kendra Ann-Marie are dead.” “So you’re a secretary.” I said simply. “And I’m dead? Well that explains a lot actually.” I said leaning back in the chair. “So what am I? Demon, tortured soul, what?” I asked. Liam smiled widely. “Well you haven’t done anything to warrant punishment and lucky for you we have a job opening, we need a new haunting demon.” He said.”Basically it’s like this you get a human and you haunt them to the brink of insanity, either until they kill themselves or start killing other people. It’s easy.” He said. I leaned forward. “Haunting people? Sounds like something I’d enjoy.” I said and caught my reflection in a mirror on the wall, my caramel colored hair hung down, the bangs matted with blood and brain matter, my forehead was taken up by a huge ragged hole that dripped blood down my nose and cheeks. I blinked and walked over, turning to the side to see the back of my head, my skull was exposed in ragged edges and what remained of my brain could be seen stuck to the inside of my head. “Whoa… I look….” “Ghastly?” Liam suggested, folding his hands. “Wicked.” I smirked, and turned back to Liam. “So when can I start this job?” I asked, and frowned when I felt a tight pulling on my skull, turning back to the mirror I noticed my injury was gone. “In time, there’s things that need to happen first, so enjoy some time on earth, be a poltergeist for a while.” Liam snapped and everything spun, before long I was standing in my living room, the afternoon sunlight coming in from the sliding doors to the patio. I turned, hearing the familiar jangle of keys as my mother unlocked the front door. I stayed still and waited until my mother walked in. She looked in the direction of the stairs and called my name. “Kendra! I need your help with the groceries.” When I didn’t reply she called again. “Kendra!” she started up the stairs and decided it wasn’t worth it before bringing in the rest of the groceries, I sat on the counter and watched as my mother muttered about teenagers, I smiled and looked at the open refrigerator door and kicked it closed. My mother jumped and sighed. “Damn that draft.” She cursed, not realizing that draft was her only child.