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Anthony has a minion!

the Black Widow




Anthony
Legacy Name: Zsasz


The Nightmare Harvester
Owner: Henry

Age: 4 years, 9 months, 5 days

Born: January 23rd, 2016

Adopted: 4 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 1st, 2016

Statistics


  • Level: 14
     
  • Strength: 34
     
  • Defense: 32
     
  • Speed: 32
     
  • Health: 32
     
  • HP: 32/32
     
  • Intelligence: 11
     
  • Books Read: 11
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed




My friends don't walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Poppin', poppin' balloons with guns
Getting high off helium
We paint white roses red
Each shade from a different person's head
This dream, dream is a killer
Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar

Where is my prescription?
Doctor, doctor, please listen
My brain is scattered
You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter

All the best people are crazy


Anthony knew that this day would come. He knew he deserved to die from being eaten by this disease from the inside. He, Anthony Delorme, a down-and-dirty pimp who was involved in crimes like murder, drugs and human trafficking. He was only a soulless monster and people claimed that he'd even sell his own family for his own advantage.

He was known for his special way of dealing with betrayal, namely letting his henchmen abduct the target to anesthetize them to give them a permanent makeup like an unibrow or dark lip liner. The bigger the mistake or insult, the bigger the outcome. And there are even rumors of another pimp who had to live with a permanent clown face ever since...

For over one year he fought against the disease, until that fateful day arrived he was meant to die, shortly after his 63rd birthday. Knowing he deserved it, he didn't fight anymore. He was tired of it, the constant pain he suffered would finally stop, and he really longed for it. And so he died, his children sitting next to him, smiling at him as if they were happy for him. Or for themselves? He couldn't tell. But he also couldn't blame them for being glad that he'd be finally out of their lives...

But suddenly he woke up again. His bed? Taking a glance at his digital clock he realized that it was the same day. March 23, 2004. Pain made him gasp for breath. He wasn't dead. He was alive. Alive but still fatally ill.

Anthony. The voice in his head sounded demanding, angry. You shouldn't be here. Anthony hesitated. The voice was right. He should be dead. You are still here because of my fault. Anthony smiled when he realized that he was not alive in the proper sense. This voice... he had heard it before, but he couldn't remember where and when. So was he really dead? You are. Let me leave, I can't stay here. You aren't my vessel. He wasn't? But who was meant to be this ... vessel? I must get into my vessel. ... Ste---en. Ste---n. Hearing these words Anthony became angry, he felt this "creature" in his head, like a caged animal it seemed to search for a way out. He couldn't let it take him. Even though no one ever knew, he loved his children more than anything else. He wanted to protect them, no matter what. So he made a decision. Even if it meant enduring this pain again, day for day.

"No. You will stay here, as long as I wish.", he whispered to himself, knowing the creature would hear him. Instead of answering, it screamed, slashed and tried to break free from its dead cage... but the same moment it was close to success a door slammed. It became trapped in a corpse. "You won't get him!"

Until today Famine still tries to break free. Every day he gets weaker and weaker, while preventing the dead vessel from decaying. He waits for his chance - Anthony can't hold him forever...

"No one leaves without my permission. Not even a Rider."






* Lyrics (c) Melanie Martinez (Mad Hatter)

*Based on my OC Anthony Delorme

*Story by me

*Inspired by the character
Famine from Supernatural

*Gif found on Google

*Actor of choice: James Otis

Pet Treasure


Bust of a Black Horse

Wheelchair with Dignified Blanket

Oddly Ornate Revolver

Useless Rusty Knife

Black Shirtless Suit Jacket

Plain Black Button-Down

Black Slacks

Black Unlaced Combat Boots

Coalbra

Pet Friends


Siskin
My son.

Gangster

Eric