#I've been hyperfocused on writing for almost 12 hours and I can't stop

[robotslenderman]

It's almost Wednesday so fuck it, have an early WIP Wednesday. Cock Robin is finally going to show up in chapter 8!

... in a flashback.

Sorry.

She could remember Cock Robin’s long beak in the darkness. Could remember others with him. Couldn’t remember when he’d turned up, or if he’d been there all along. But Calebros hadn’t been there, and neither had Cock Robin’s creepy little child interpreter. “Ssserving,” Cock Robin had rasped. And oh, how it had frightened her; Cock Robin’s disfigurement went beyond anything any Nosferatu she’d ever met before had, even among the swarms of refugees. He struggled so hard to talk, but every syllable he uttered spat nothing but venom. “Camarilla. Assss he ssshould. Loyalty. Backbone. Infected clan all around him… rot. Purge." He clenched a shaking fist and snarled, "The children…” Gerard had grabbed Wendy by the collar. “This is it,” he growled. “Run. Get the antitribu out of there. I don’t care how many Sabbat there are, have them flee into the tunnels and disappear. We know them better than they do. Whatever happens, we are one clan under two Sects. Whatever happens, whatever the fallout, we weather it together. Now get the hell out of here and warn them, and we’ll hold off Cock Sucker!”