forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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“Ok, fucking great, but that doesn’t answer my question. Clearly you got some fuckin’ thoughts to share, so why the hell are you doing this?”

"Doing…what?" It genuinely seemed confused for a moment.

“Like— I dunno, bein’ weird ‘n shit! Dude’s just tryna live his life, man. You’re kinda being an asshole, like- takin’ over his body ‘n shit. That’s a dick move.” Danny fumbled over his words, still vaguely aware of the knife in his hands.

The thing just stared at him. "This is my entire purpose, werewolf." it said blankly. "I drain his life-force. He will live to be about forty-five, and then he will die like his father is."

Danny was stunned. “..Fuck, 45? You’re a fucking prick, man.”

"I do what I was designed to do." it replied. "That is all."

Danny stared at the shadows around him. “..Who did it?”

"Unknown." The creature replied. It sounded bored, and it rolled its head, sighing. "Are you done yapping yet?"

“Uhh- no.” Danny struggles to find something else to say. He was stalling now- waiting for the curse to recede, maybe for someone who knew shit about curses to magically walk by, anything.

The creature sighed. It only had minutes left, and it was rather vexed that this werewolf was able to stall it like this.

“Wait- how do you not know who fucking cast you? Wouldn’t they be like your parent or something?” Danny tilted his head.

"No." it replied simply, shaking its head at Danny.

“Then what are they to you?” He frowned, clearly thinking now- not something that happened nearly enough.

"No one." It shrugged slightly. The shadows were flickering, the black starting to get shot through with the palest, smallest threads of golden.

“That’s sad. You’ve got nobody, then?” Danny noticed the inklings of gold beginning to return. He knew he had to draw this out, for sure. He took a tiny step forward.

It narrowed its eyes, knowing it was losing control. "It does not matter. I have playthings. Like this one."

Danny’s lip curled. “Playthings? You sound like a perv, man.”

It shrugged a shoulder. "Are they not playthings? I have their bodies under my control."

“Again, dude, you sound like a real fucking predator. Watch what you say, honestly.” Danny sighed.

It shrugged again, the golden growing slowly stronger. "Why should I?" the shadows flickered out, and it sighed. "You have wasted my time."

“I literally just explained why, asshat. It seems like I wasted my time, too, Jesus.” Danny huffed, keeping a close watch on Alex’s eyes.

The black disappeared, leaving behind that familiar golden color. A second later, Alex was falling, body overtaxed from the curse.

Danny darted forward as Alex hit the sidewalk, his face blanching. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck- hey, Alex? Hey, brother, are you okay?” He was suddenly frantic, crouching down and checking Alex’s neck for a pulse.

Alex's heart was still beating, he was just unconscious. His eyes stayed closed, his skin a little warmer to the touch than it really should have been.

(I gtg soon. Good night!)

(gn!)

“Fuck, uh- oh, damn.” Danny fumbled for his phone, calling Fraser. “Hey, yeah- something just came up, I can’t really come back to the set right now, I know- I’m sorry-“ He talked in shallow breaths, wincing when Fraser hung up on him. He said his address was on his phone, didn’t he? Danny checked around for Alex’s phone, finally pulling it out. The werewolf assessed the unconscious man, trying to find the best way to pick him up.