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    This blog has been archived–if you want to continue interacting you can find The Entity over at the same name

                             EvilinPurestForm

     Current rp partners will be notified of the change to see if they are still interested in the thread, then will be transferred over to the new blog

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    This blog has been archived--if you want to continue interacting you can find The Entity over at the same name

                             EvilinPurestForm

     Current rp partners will be notified of the change to see if they are still interested in the thread, then will be transferred over to the new blog

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    I feel like I should move the Entity to its own blog rather than a sideblog.

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    Me going into deep detail about the anatomy of my Entity including the cell structure and what the biomolecules that make up the components? Highly likely. As a biology major, I must.

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Entity: You’ve challenged me to a fight six times since I’ve summoned you!

David: Make it SEVEN

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     Good morning I have a small random headcanon for you guys

     Did you know that if you rub right behind the spikes on the Entity’s head near those orange-red openings on the back of its head it’s a surefire way to make it purr? The same effect can happen by rubbing its chest.

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~< thelegendarysaboteur‌ >~ // The Saboteur 

Jake had only finally calmed his shivering slowly calming himself down and he thanked his iron will for that. He began taking a deep breath before speaking having his usual calm expression again. “How?…why?…don’t you have better things to do?” He was glad deep down he was able to hide and control his fear even though he also knew deep down they could sense every thought and emotion going on in him. That thought made him give a tiny shiver.

    Better things to do. This is one of the better things to do instead of sitting in its domain watching through the eyes of its puppets. No, this is much more exciting. The Entity stops in its movements, kneeling down to get closer to eye level with Jake, “Oh But This Is Much More Exciting For Me, And For You Little Morsels.”     A clawed hand hovers dangerously close to Jake’s face, mere inches away from slicing through skin and flesh, “There’s Only So Much Fun Watching From The Sidelines. And~” A flick of a claw leaves a thin line piercing the skin, “It Gives You Survivors A Reminder Of What You Are Within My Realms~”

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     extends spider legs who wants a starter?~

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     extends spider legs who wants a starter?~

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~< thelegendarysaboteur‌ >~ // The Saboteur

Jake couldn’t move besides his shivering in fear. It couldn’t be. This was the entity?…he was afraid for his own life now. This wasn’t no hook and sacrifice match. This was the real deal. Face to face with the devil themselves and that damned smile…the sadistic purr in its voice didn’t help either. If he had to Piss he would have probably pissed himself in fear. Instead he stood there awstruck and terrified. He felt how Dwight felt against every killer now, and now all the times he had poked fun at Dwight for being a scaredy cat was finally coming back to haunt him, and frankly he didn’t blame Dwight anymore. They all now have a reason to be very, very afraid. “N-no can’t be…” he managed to choke out.

    It is one of its weak spots, always reveling in the fear, prodding it further rather than spilling the blood and bringing an end to the poor mortal’s life at the moment. No, it’s much more fun to taunt them, to make that fear grow and consume their mind. It’s enjoyable to watch them squirm to see how they react to being face to face with the very thing that holds them captive, the very thing that slowly eats away at their soul and devours their hope.       Only pure dark amusement clings to the voice, never stopping with that sharp smirk. It moves, all eight eyes keeping the gaze upon the Survivor, circling around him as best as it can in the limited space. Such tiny humans.      “It Can Be, Mr. Park~” the denial, so cute, “Think Of It As A Treat That You Even Get To Stand In My Presence Long Enough For It To Register In Your Feeble Brain.”     “We Have Met Before, But Your Mind Never Remembers It.” This time, it will make sure it stays in there.

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~< macmillcn‌ >~ // The Deadman

“Shut up! I didn’t kill him!” Evan yelled as he was turned upside down, the blood rushing to his face. His squirming stopped and he wrapped his leg awkwardly around one claw so he wouldn’t immediately plummet if released. “Stop lying to me! You have no idea what happened to him!” The foolish boy was still denying the first kill, the first blood he had on his hands. He still wouldn’t admit to it.

“Leave my fiance out of this! He didn’t do anything wrong!” He was trying to keep the glare up, but it was hard with the rapid gaining feeling of light-headedness he was getting. He shook his head, squinting to look at the Entity. “I love him, I’ll never stop loving him! Guilty or not, it won’t ever change how I feel about Philip! You can’t keep us here forever!”

    “You Can Deny The Truth All You Want, But It Doesn’t Make A Difference Upon Reality,” it coos, “I Know EXACTLY What Happened To Him. You Think It Was A Coincidence That I Found You? Oh No~”       Its grip changes a little, relaxing the hold as claws loosen around the tiny fleshy body. There’s no plan to drop him, at least not right now.       “I Saw It All As You Slit Your Own Father’s Throat,” one of the free claws hover close to Evan’s throat, as a mockery of that moment, “All the Blood Spilling Out, And You Sitting There And Watching It All Happen--Watching As Your Beloved Father Bled Out, Reaching Out For You.”       Next words spoken are added on to add a bit more hurt onto its previous ones.

 “Such A Good Little Son.”

      The amusement never fades, even with the stubbornness of the deadman. How foolish to think--first of all--that they had any chance of escaping, and that he could still love little Ojomo. There is so much the poor fool doesn’t know.

      “You Must Love Denying The Truth. How Long Before You Become Another Victim Of His? He’s Already Begun To See All The Little Survivors As Corrupted. And. . .” It pulls up Evan so he is dangling in front of its face, looking straight onto that wicked and wide grin, “Who Says He Won’t Think You Betrayed Him, That It’s Your Fault Something So Tragic Will Happen.”

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Me: Man I want to commission people to draw my version of the Entity Bank App: yeah well you have only $30ish in your bank account and you owe around 600$ for all your college books on your credit card that is due at the beginning of next month so good luck with that Me: fuck

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    The Entity just dumps a bunch of Bloodpoints onto the person who presents that the ritual is done.

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~< thelegendarysaboteur‌ >~ // The Saboteur 

Jake had been both confused and anxious about who it was. First he saw Evans traps, then he saw Amanda’s boxes. Double killers? Something he had never heard of nor did he want to. He dismissed it off for now beginning to sabotage one of the hooks watching it clink to the ground in satisfaction a smirk on his face. He quickly turned back around to leave before the killer could show but his heart stood still and his blood ran cold. “W-what the fuck are you?”

     So wonderful seeing that smirk vanish into a look of fear. Hope dashed away in a single fell swoop, the realization of what exactly he is up against. It’s not simply Young or MacMillan, nor the two working together. Oh no, it’s much worse than that. Much Worse.      Its head tilts to the side a bit, looming over Jake, one clawed hand lifted to hover nearby its head. Claws flex a little, curling towards the palm. The fear and loss of hope are relished before anything is spoken.      The wide grin doesn’t change the words echoing around replacing the low growls and whispers of an unknown language it emits, “What I Am?” A purr rises in the tone, “I Am The ENTITY Little Morsel~”