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Spire has a minion!

Minion the Skabre




Spire
Legacy Name: Spire


The Nightmare Harvester
Owner: Death

Age: 10 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: February 11th, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 11th, 2014


Pet Spotlight Winner
September 3rd, 2019

Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed



It came through the house again last night.

It's been like this for a while now. It comes and goes like the tides and the moon.

On some nights it barely enters Daniel's humble home, its presence only made known by the hushed rustle of the whispers that follow in its wake like a cloud of droning flies.

On other nights, it hovers at the threshold of his room, its eyes emotionless pinpricks of brilliant white against a man-shaped void that's blacker than black.

Still on other nights, the worst nights of all, it comes right up to the foot of his bed. The whispers are always loudest then, no longer spoken in quite sighs, but instead hissing through the child's mind, a static speaking in tongues no human has ever -- nor was meant -- to understand.

It never moves while he's looking at it. But sometimes if he falls asleep, or dares to shield his eyes beneath his quilt, the next time he looks, it will be a little bit closer. What once was by the door is now by the window. What once was by the window now stands by his feet. What once was by his feet, now looms above. Always staring, always watching.

Daniel's parents never believe him when he talks about it. After all, children are always afraid of the monster under the bed; of the bogeyman lurking within the thick shadows of the closet. He tells them this is different, that this is as real as the sun in the sky and the soil beneath their feet. But of course they don't listen.

It's there again tonight, an amorphous spire of darkness rising in a column from the center of his room. Peering through the darkness, Daniel looks at it once just to acknowledge that it is there, before concealing his face beneath the covers, drawing himself deep into a cocoon of cotton and wool. The language-less hiss of the whispers fill his head, singing their alien song deep into the yawning abyss of the night.

Profile + story: Death

Super thanks to NK for providing me with a full-size of the nightmare harvester!

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