[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 250px; height: 250px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -10px; width: 220px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=15pt][i]this museum full of ash[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -20px; width: 220px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][b]>> ONCE A TICKLE, NOW A RASH [i]![hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -11px; width: 220px; margin-left: -12px;][align=center][size=6pt]jack lantern - male - rouge[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -15px; width: 220px; margin-left: -14px;][hr][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width: 220px; margin-top: -200px;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]
The black furred male, was, to say the least, a grotesque sight, black empty sockets where his eyes should have been. And as if to go along with the damaged scene, across his mouth was a quite obvious scar, going the appearance that he was constantly smiling, and as if his mouth were ripped open. Although there was dark flesh peeking out. Well, how did he know where he was? Apart from the smell then? Well, wrapped around his paw, was a thin line of thread, connected to a small black rodent, tugging along. But alas, although the little guy appeared to be a regular mice, he was possessed, it was just luck when Jack found him, even so he had been with the smaller creature since before he became a treat for eyes. He might've even appeared creepy, just sitting there, head swivelling empty holes just, there, staring out at nothingness.
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