#//cause it made me realize people do indeed care about the clowny horror of this weasely bastard lol

[opheliajupiter99]

A Word to the Wise Pt. 1

It was late, terribly too late to be up and about in the Feywild, the faint flickering flames of the campfire fading into the distance as a long Gatorfolk walked aimlessly. He was circling around near the camp, trying to tire himself out enough to get back to sleep. It was hardly the first time Kremy had startled awake from a paranoia induced nightmare, and it surely wouldn't be the last.

He walked and walked, counting his steps to make sure he was still near the camp, sighing softly to himself as he rose up his snout to peer at the sky. The stars shined softly, dotted across the sky. The sight gave him some comfort at least; for as different as the Feywild was, the sky was the same, for the most part anyways.

He continued to walk, until something out of the corner of his eye made him stop abruptly. He looked to the tree line and squinted. He could've sworn...no, he must've been imagining it. He swore he saw the edges of a top hat, the wearer seeming to dart out of sight once he spotted him; but it -had- been raining earlier...perhaps he just saw his reflection amongst the leaves?

He shook his head and looked forward once more, continuing on despite the nagging feeling something was wrong. But he quickly began to notice the edges of his vision blurring, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand thinking perhaps he was tearing up, but was met with the realization his sight was only fogging more...

But...no. It wasn't his -vision- fogging. It was the air ITSELF fogging. A chill ran down his spine, backing up instinctively, and as he backed up, his clawed foot snagged on something, and he tumbled backwards with a yelp of surprise. He blinked blearily, seeing small, blurry forms beginning to crowd around him amongst the fogs.

Voodoo dolls. So, so many of them, clawing their way from the wet soil like dead rising from their graves, as the rumbles of ominous jazz began to flow through the air. The cloth skin of the dolls stitched and stained with dirt, their wide button eyes staring into the depths of his soul, wielding needles as they approached with eternal, stitched grins.

He opened his mouth to speak, but only a sob came forth, tears quickly stinging the corners of his eyes. He tried to get his muscles to move, but his bones felt frozen in place as the realization of his damnation quickly set in. He wanted to fight, he wanted to argue, he tried to get his mouth to move or legs to spring up...but Gods, what was the point?! As much as he tried to cling to hope, he knew what these sights meant, he knew how hopeless any attempt to scream or beg was. He might as well already be dead.

Then heavy footsteps came, squishing through the mud, until the tall figure loomed over Kremy. Mr. Garou, his form only illuminated by the glowing pair of dice that floated just above his open palm, his cold gaze looking down at Kremy with almost a look of disappointment.

"I thought ya'd make it a bit longer, Kremy." He said, his tone a mocking fatherly one. "Ah well." He said with a shrug and a devilish smirk. "A hundred more where ya came from, boy." Kremy just stared up at him, mouth hanging slightly agape as tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. He steeled himself with a deep breath. "P-Please...please sir, I...I-I just need a bit more time." Garou merely scoffed. "Ya got any idea how many times I've been told dat? And ya know how many times that actually -worked-?" He barked a laugh.

Kremy couldn't help but whimper, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes, not able to bare witnessing whatever fate the man had in store. He heard Garou laugh, and the doll's needles scrape against each other, as if to sharpen them, then-

"Kremy! Whatcha doin' out here?" Came Gideon's voice. Kremy's body only scrunched more, at the idea of Gideon having to witness this. "Gid, I-I'm sorry, just go back-" He stopped mid-sentence as he uncovered his eyes. It...it was all gone. The fog, the dolls - Mr. Garou. Had he been sleepwalking? Gideon walked up to him and knelt down, holding out his hand. "Ya trip or somethin', buddy?"

Kremy opened his mouth, prepared to ask Gid if he'd seen any of that, but quickly closed it again. Of course he hadn't; it wasn't real. It was just a night terror, or...or he was starting to crack up. Whichever it was, it wasn't Gid's problem. He cleared his throat as he pulled back to his feet. "Y-Yeah, yeah, was just tryin' to walk off a nightmare, that's all. Let's head back."

Gid's brow furrowed a bit, knowing him well enough to know something was wrong, but decided not to press it for now. He patted him on the back, before the pair started to walk off, Kremy sneaking a paranoid peek over his shoulder, as he could've sworn, he saw the thin string of a balloon float through the tree line and out of sight.