#~miasma is turning to the rivaling entity. queue the “awwuhh...” sound effect from like drake and josh or something

[miasma-museum]

Miasma had committed a lot of theft during the few months he was out of his cell. Well, allowed to come out. After the first two weeks or so, he found himself retreating back to his supposed safe space, gradually hoarding more and more in the cold area.

He caught a glimpse of something on a TV in a sitting room earlier that day. And he needed to see it again. So it seemed like the correct solution to grab the TV, wearing his uniform to appear as if he was doing something for Frater. He successfully carried it to what he now deemed his room, setting up and plugging it in to some of the wall outlets that he was not confident would work. Nothing had been plugged in them for as long as he's been here.

But, to his surprise and delight, the TV sprung to life. It took him a moment to figure out how to switch channels and how to mess with the volume with the remote, but after maybe 20 minutes, he felt confident in his technological education.

Miasma sat down on his pile of blankets and pillows, wrapping a thick black one around himself as he began to watch the TV. It was some cooking show he wasn't familiar with, but he hoped that he would see what he wanted to see eventually.

An hour passed. He had laid down, stretching his tail out and yawning.

Two more hours. His eyes felt heavy.

Soon enough, his eyes had closed. His breathing slowed.

...

"Are you lost?"

He jerked up, eyes widening at the screen as he scrambled to find his ministry-approved cell phone that every ghoul owned. He growled in frustarion at how slow it was, smacking it with his hand as it loaded the phone key pad.

"1... 866..."

Miasma furrowed his eye brows, looking up at the screen.

"... Holy hits?"