forum are you scared?//one on one (closed)

Started November 30, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"Oh, nothing, really…Just curious, is all," Abaddon murmured. He approached Grayson slowly, strolling around him as if he were inspecting him

“Curious about what?” Grayson asked, narrowing his eyes slightly and standing up.

"Why, you, of course," Abaddon purred. He waited for Grayson to turn around before materializing sitting on the gravestone he was in front of, his legs swinging idly

Grayson backed up a couple steps. “Why me? I..I’m not interesting.”

"On the contrary, love. You're all sorts of interesting," Abaddon purred, hooking a finger in the scarf he had covering his mouth and pulling it down

“I..I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Grayson said quietly. Oh no.. He thought, taking another step back.

"What's wrong, hm? Are you scared?" Abaddon cooed. He slid off the gravestone now, rising to his full height of roughly 6' or so, a sharklike grin on his face

“I..I should go now…” Grayson turned away, starting to walk away.

"You should come back sometime. I can show you around," Abaddon hummed. "The corpses are lovely this time of year. They're particularly dead this time of year," he deadpanned

Grayson squeaked a little and glanced back at him. “What are you?” He asked.

"What do you think I am?" Abaddon asked, more amused than anything now. He stretched out on an elaborate-looking gravestone, not particularly caring who it belonged to

“This isn’t funny.” Grayson said angrily. “You’re…” He trailed off, trying to enter the mans brain, feeling some sort of blockage in his mind. “I can’t..seem to..” He muttered, frowning.

"Trying to read a mind reader's mind? That's cute," Abaddon said with a roll of his eyes. "You know, this is completely funny, at least to me."

Grayson huffed and glared at Abaddon. “Why did you even talk to me in the first place if you knew what I was?”

"Because I felt like I needed to talk to you anyways. You have no idea how dull a graveyard gets after a while," Abaddon drawled

“Why don’t you just leave?” Grayson asked, feeling useless and stupid asking all these questions.

"Do I look like I would be here if I could?" Abaddon asked sarcastically. He figured that would have been obvious by now

Grayson scowled and looked away. “Well then what do you have to do to leave?” He asked, already dreading the answer.

“To put it simply, I have to make a deal with someone. A way out in exchange for something of equal value, in a way,” Abaddon answered

“And what does that entail? What am I supposed to do?”

"Well, the way my contracts work, we exchange a tiny piece of our souls. Think of it as…insurance," Abaddon hummed

“Um…no.” Grayson said, shaking his head. “I’m not giving you my soul.

"You aren't giving me a soul, we basically share a tiny little piece. It's the equivalent of having one pen we both use while we each have our own pencils as well," Abaddon said with a roll of his eyes

Grayson narrowed his eyes. “Fine. But nothing more.”

Abaddon's eyes widened slightly. "Really? Alright then," he hummed, not thinking that this would have been as easy as it was