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Masonn


The Custom Bloodred Sheeta
Owner: Alphys

Age: 4 years, 10 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 31st, 2014

Adopted: 4 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 31st, 2014


Pet Spotlight Winner
August 12th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed




'Melancholy,' the empty buildings seemed to echo. 'Sorrow,' the wind whispered. 'Loneliness,' screamed the silence. Masonn stood, wide-eyed, in the middle of the town--- no, HER town. Her joints creaked eerily as she peered up at the gray, hazy sky, her limbs heavy, her heart cold, her mind racing. It was silent. Not even a lone bird called. 'Were they afraid too?' She wondered briefly.

Fog began to roll in from the lake, causing the air to grow suffocating. A familiar scent hit her. Her panic grew, thoughts flaring. Memories. Blood. Filth. Screaming. Flashes and glimpses of the past.

A supposed family that didn't love her. Fear. She saw her mother with a crazed look in her eyes. She saw her father with a knife. She felt a searing in her side. Pain. They only loved themselves. They only wanted that... God. For the world? No, definitely for them. Only them. Hopelessness.

All of this was a vicious cycle. It was too much. Living with all of it was too much, even for her... The way she was. The way that kept everyone else away. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, she collapsed forward, her racing thoughts stopped.
Something shifted more in the air. The frigid fog seemed to grow heavier and heavier, weaving its way in and out of the husks of houses, light tendrils touching this and that. More seemed to change as it passed by. Concrete became a heavy, industrial grating, the sky turned black, walls crumbled away and were eaten by rust. Filth and unknown substances splattered surfaces, marring them beyond hope. Things twisted and bent at will. It was as if the shell of a town had opened up into an abyss of darkness.
Masonn stood again, changed as well, and dark. She shook herself off, droplets of deep blood flying from her maw and nose. Hatred radiated from her. She smiled bitterly, for she was the very same god her family had wanted all along. Tears.






Profile by Dotty.
Overlay by Chance and profile art by Doc-Roe
Story by myself but brought to life by Cyrus
Masonn art: x

Pet Treasure


Creepy Naked Doll

Creepy Naked Doll

Creepy Naked Doll

Book of Ancient Black Magic

Jerkied Beef

Immense Blade

Useless Rusty Knife

Nailed Board

Pet Friends