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Annikin
Legacy Name: Annikin

The Chibi Experiment #696
Owner: Stelle

Age: 6 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 3rd, 2017

Adopted: 6 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 3rd, 2017

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 16th, 2020

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 11
• Job: Beach Comber

Annikin floated restlessly above the reddish craggy ground of Darkside. He was waiting for someone or something. He hadn’t caught a real glimpse of it yet but he knew he would. The Killer, as he’d come to think of his quarry, had settled there in Darkside for some time, but by the time Annikin had caught wind of it, The Killer had already fled. He waited though, ready for whatever might be coming for him when they finally met.

He closed his eyes and let his mind drift back, trying to remember, to be prepared” The night The Killer had come wasn’t like a horror story. It wasn’t ominous, it wasn’t stormy,. It wasn’t rainy. It wasn’t gloomy. It wasn’t even particularly dark. A full moon and a sky full of stars had lit up the hill upon which his family home rested peacefully that night. Gentle woodland creatures made soft noises from the shadows. The soft rustle of leaves blowing across the ground lulled everyone in the home deeper into sleep. It was a peaceful night.

To say that the circumstances of Annikin’s death, and the deaths of his family, were unusual was an understatement, they were downright mind boggling and mysterious. For one thing, it had been a very well lit night, and no one, neither passersby nor neighbors, had seen a thing. For another, no one in the family, and none of the neighbors, had heard anything either. Everyone was found in their sleeping positions, in their beds, as if they hadn’t even known they were being murdered. No one in the family had screamed for help, called out to check on anyone, or even rolled over in their beds.The deaths themselves, which investigators could only assume had been murders, were quite a spectacle as well. There were no marks on any of the bodies. There were no poisons found in any of their systems, and no evidence any of them had been strangled, smothered, or otherwise injured. It seemed they’d all simply died, and for what reason no one could tell. In fact, no one would have known anything had happened to the family if it weren’t for a concerned neighbor who noticed that no one collected their paper and mail that morning.The family had no enemies that were known of. They had no debts to be repaid, and no one owed them anything significant enough to want to kill them. They were kind, quiet mostly, and not well-known enough to be obsessed over by a stalker. They were just a family, not a target, and the lack of motives and suspects had ground the investigation down to a halt in the world of the living. Of course no one living had been there that night, other than, presumably, The Killer.

Annikin had the distinct advantage of first hand experience. He remembered what had happened. He was asleep, but he’d heard a rustle that blended in with the sound of the leaves, a chirp or a squeak not altogether unlike that of the small animals playing outside, and then before he knew what had happened, he was in the spirit world. The Killer, whatever it was, had used some kind of magic. It was strong and didn’t feel either bad or good. Just neutral but powerful. He hadn’t yet learned how to see yet when he’d first entered the spirit world, and for awhile he blindly chased the source of the magic, as he was still able to feel a connection to it. It was tiring, though, and he’d had to stop to regain his strength. It wasn’t long, but it was enough time for The Killer to get away from him. He’d learned how to use his entire spirit while he regained his strength. He could see and hear and touch things, become visible if he wanted to, stay invisible if he’d like. So now he waited, invisible but able to listen and watch. He would know when The Killer was close because they reeked of the magic that had killed his entire family. He’d stay alert, never resting, never becoming distracted, until the day he found out who or what had killed his family, and why they’d done it.


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