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Can all the supernatural muses like or reblog this please?

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Send me a ‡‡ if you like how I portray my muse.

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   "Yeah, it's sampler."

"Are you saying… this cheese is free?"

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Gonna get to writing greeters.

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            Cheryl didn't know who he was, or what he'd done             but  he had this...  Vibe.  Silent Hill apparently  still             had it's touch despite Alessa lack of a presence.              It was unsettling.             He seemed nervous of her, which was confusing             to the former incubator.   "Oh you know exploring,"             She remarked sarcastically,         "Say you haven't              seen anyone...  Cult-like  around  have  you?" Her             words may have sounded odd,     and quickly she             amended, "What I mean is... Excessively creepy."

She was definitely interesting, if that was the right way to put it. Even though this girl was a tad strange, she was right. Murphy definitely had seen hell— he hadn’t even finished seeing hell yet.

"No— no, it’s, uh…it’s fine. I just didn’t know you were there." He shifted his feet awkwardly and lowered his head slightly. "So, you… what’re you up to?" Teenagers— one of Murphy’s many weaknesses.

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            "      Please don't tell me you're with the cult."

"Do you really want an answer?"

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            Cheryl's  never dealt with this before,  the              dead civilians, the dragon's teeth, people             on dragon's teeth.  It's  like  one  of those             zombie  movies  except this is  real.  Too             real.  Her hand is warm,  unfamiliar but it             is nice to have... Someone listen.                                  "You just block it out    right?"

        ❝ — You don’t. ❞                       Came the honest truth ; not particularly an answer,                       but there was never an answer in war. A long-fingered                       hand reached out to fall on the woman’s shoulder,                       a comforting gesture. 

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      It's not like her to hide in fear from the monsters.       She'd  survived the terrors that laid in wait at  the       mall, but now...  Being home felt so odd. It didn't       feel like home at all. It was like a nightmare she       couldn't wake up from.       Is this what Alessa felt like every day?       The man she sees isn't Douglas,  he's can't be       much  older  than  her.   The  monster  attacking       him is what she can only seem to call a slurper.       However as  he  seems  to  kill  it,  she stepped        out   slowly.  As  he  introduced  himself,   optics       watched him carefully.       "My name's Cheryl   what are you doing here?"

( :: used to it ) || location: silent hill

Fingers wrapped around the cold metal of a crowbar shudder, as Alex slammed the weapon down onto a creature’s head. It’s not his. He knew because its name doesn’t come together onto his tongue. It’s helpful when dealing with someone else’s ghosts.

What belongs to him in this town? It’ll shine like a motherfucking beacon.

   ❝I’m Alex.❞

With one hand, he held the crowbar back down to his side, a peaceful gesture. The soldier doesn’t quite remember how to act normally in these situations. Is that bad? Forgetting how to be human? In any case, he rubbed his jacket’s sleeve against his face, letting the blood ( he hopes it’s blood ) soak into the fabric.

                                    You’re creepily practical in these situations.  

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                    I                        lost                     ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ                     even            myself

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you   ᴘ ᴏ ᴏ ʀ   ᴘ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ғ ᴜ ʟ   ᴄ ʜ ɪ ʟ ᴅ …                                                                                  are  you  ᴡ ᴀ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ                                                                                  for  s ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ   to                                                                                      ᴘ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ  you  up                                                                                               and                                                                                   dry  your  ᴛ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s ? 

ｎｏ   ｏｎｅ   ｉｓ    ｃｏｍｉｎｇ    ｆｏｒ    ｙｏｕ 。 。 。 ｗｈｙ   ｄｏｎ’ｔ   ｙｏｕ   ｆｉｎｄ   ｙｏｕｒ   ｏｗｎ   ｗａｙ   ｏｕｔ ？

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   ƒαмιℓу                is more than just blood.                              we can choose.

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    Lost            who wasn't when it came to this god     forsaken town?  Her claim  of not  being  one of     the patients provided a small amount of solace.     She nodded her head slightly,                   "My name's Cheryl, I can help you.                      You're in Silent Hill, and we need                          to get out of here as fast as possible."

                          “I’m not a fuckin’ patient…” 

                 She’d been one of those before, wouldn’t                   dare go back. Her body turned and she                  lowered her hands, looking back down the                  hall she’d come from. 

                                          ” I.. ran in here… I’m lost.”

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       "Why would you want to do a        stupid thing like that?"

    ” am i going to see you again? “

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      Maybe it was going through  the Otherworld that       made her more akin to  finding others that went       through similar...  Trials.  "I  have  a knack for it,"       She explained with a shrug before nodding her       head slightly, "Sorry if I uh... Spooked you."

He certainly had met some unique people in his time— none this blunt, however.

Murphy blinked a couple times and then gave a heavy sigh. “How… observant. You look like you’ve also seen a bit of uh, hardship. Am I right?”

Who was this girl, anyway?

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"Considering at one point  I was the unwilling incubator of this town's 'cult-god-who-actually -might-be-Satan',  I've earned  the right to see the big bad monsters,"  Cheryl explained with a glare, "Damage control?  Because the dem ise of the entire city's  population wasn't enou gh?"

"…No." He frowned. "Actually, I came to clean up. Satan’s doin’ flips down below, and someone has to do damage control. To be honest, I’m surprised you can see me."

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      She's not stupid, it wouldn't be long before this       woman morphed before her eyes and became       one of the monsters that roamed this town. It's       just  a  matter of when.   The fog was  thick,  so        much  thicker  than  she   remembered  and  it       poured in from broken windows.       "How are you here in Brookhaven?    Are you a       former patient?"

                        Candice shifted from her natural, predatory                             stance, to one of caution. Her hands raised                             a little, and though she was vaguely calm                             she could sense something was off. 

                                              ” Put it down; I’m not gonna hurt you… “ 

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      "      Hell hound? What... I thought the demon       was just my other half...  Alessa or whatever.       Who are you?" Cheryl was so confused, her       body ached, "Why are you here? To drag me       to hell or something?"

"…Hardly." Roman folded his arms. "I’m a hellhound, so they’re avoidin’ me because they can sense me and my power."