Owls and a Fool part 13

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel General # 885 (Count got goofed), #894, #903, #912
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part 2: h ttps://pastebin.com/HpRT419x
part 3: h ttps://pastebin.com/4wHMMaVy
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part 5: h ttps://pastebin.com/9U41gtFJ
part 6: h ttps://pastebin.com/mdHimMUB
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Owls and a Fool Chapter II Part XIV

>Not only was the Imp holding a hostage
>The hostage was a cub
>Just like the ones in the alleyway
>”Hehe- HAHAHA! YOU DON’T WANNA GET THIS LIL’ ONE INVOLVED, DO YA?”
>...
>That’s the final fking straw
>”Heh, what’s that- that STICK going to do? You really think you can save this stupid-”
>”Zaštiti me.”
>The edge-spear nearly blinds the crowd as it combusts with a rush of angelic energy
>Its true power had been revealed through the presence of white fire burning on the seraphim steel
>A low bass hangs through the air as the Imp takes a good look at the sinner in front of him
>The young man had an aura not of a laid back, humble teenager
>But an aura of dread, rage, and hopelessness creating a bringer of holy terror
>Anon could feel the energy influencing him
>Seeping into his very essence as he clenched the hilt with righteous animosity
>Step
>Step, step
>The Imp had dropped his weapons and fell to the floor, unable to look back from the one before him as he tries to crawl away
>He’s helpless to do anything but hyperventilate
>It proves its futility as Anon etches ever closer
>The sinner finally stops, taking one moment to stare into the victim’s eyes with contempt, disgust
>”...Wait, Please I-”
>”HRRK!”
>With one hand, Anon grasps the Imp’s neck and brings him up to his height, holding his disgusted expression and clenching onto his weapon even tighter
>He gravely walks to the Hellhound with no changes in his demeanor
>Until he stops, expression becoming melancholic and dropping the Imp to the floor as the energy goes away
>”Gratias tibi…”
>”Oof!”
>”Take your Hellhound and get out of my sight.”
>”And if either of you come here again…”
>Anon kneels, staring into the Imp’s core
>”I’ll gouge your pairs of eyes out and feed them to my plant.”
>The Imp hastily drags his friend out the door, with Anon breathing deeply as his senses finally return to normal
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Owls and a Fool Chapter II Part XV

>Anon couldn’t breathe
>He felt like his lungs were bound to collapse
>It takes a few blinks for him to notice the black spots in his vision
>...The cub!
>Okay, deep breath
>He approaches the cub in a way he hoped wasn’t suspicious
>Where the fk are this kid’s parents?
>”Hey...”
>With a yelp she darts out the building, tail between her legs in terror
>...
>”God damn it…”
>Anon runs his hands through his hair, piercing his scalp almost to the point of bleeding as the stress only builds
>The tinnitus-ridden silence cracks through light hoofsteps coming down
>Followed by a slow, shaky breath
>It was Gale
>”...kid-”
>Anon whips around in a terrorizing flash
>”F̸̝̹͍̞̙̗̋̍Ṵ̷̥̮̈̾̉̄̔͐C̴̢̹͙̥͍͑̓̔̎͝Ḱ̸̡̛͉̰̖̓̈́͐̎̚͜ ̵̖̥̺̠̋̍̆̔̓̔͘͜ͅO̷͙͓̤̒͗͒F̴̠̰̣͌̌̓̿͝F̴͔͕̹͎̍̍̌̂.̴̡̟̟͔̯̥̊̃̕͠
>...
>Gale can only stare, unable to comprehend what’s in front of him right now
>Anon’s senses immediately return
>Whispers, stares, tense muscles, stillness
>That’s all that surrounded him
>He was like a deer in headlights
>He wanted to run
>To flee
>To escape those judging expressions
>”No, I…”
>The tension simply becomes too much
>Anon darts out the door, leaving him with another night to reflect on his mounting regrets

And that's Chapter II finally done. More soon (and hopefully not in over a week haha).
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Owls and a Fool Chapter III Part I

>2:45 AM…
>What does it matter?
>A distraught Anonymous Goetia sits in a fetal position against the barred railing on the balcony outside his room
>The light rain couldn’t hope to move him; He was a statue
>Many expressions filled his eyes
>Dread, confusion, rage
>Distracting himself with ludicrously spicy peppers wasn’t helping either
>He couldn’t sleep, nor could he jump out of his downward spiral
>He didn’t even bother to swap out of his outfit
>Nothing was making sense
>Literally the first day he tries to do something good for the family
>It’s run into the ground by whatever hallucination clouded him at the taxidermy shop
>And now he’s getting into MORE fights as well as feeling random spikes in emotion?
>Perfect
>”Fking…”
>”Wonderful-”
>Anon stifles a sob as he pulls himself in even closer, begging for some form of fatigue to overtake him
>Unbeknownst to him, however
>Was a saddened Octavia observing him from a short distance in his dark room
>She can only stare in empathy and sorrow at her brother, lost in the sheer idea of his anguish
>And can’t help whispering to herself
>”Please don’t cry…”
>”I know what you tried to do for me today.”
>”
>Her eye catches the lone radio he has set by his bed
>Tiptoeing over to it, she holds a lone claw over the power button...
>And silently switches it on
>”And that is all…”
>Anon’s head darts to the room in surprise
>Only to find no one there
>”That love’s about.”
>”And we’ll recall…”
>”When time runs out...”
>All despair seems to melt away at the duet
>”That it only…”
>”Took a moment…”
>And then there was peace
>”To be loved…”
>”Our whole…”
>Then clarity
>”Life…”
>And finally, blissful sleep
>"Long..."
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Owls and a Fool Chapter III Part II

>”KKH!”
>Anon jolts awake in his bed, shocked by the lack of cold rain on his body
>He was… in his bed?
>He stands up, still trying to regain full consciousness
>OH SATAN THAT F-KING SMELL
>A horrific stench fills the air, forcing Anon to vomit on sheer instinct
>It was almost like his guts were poured into that
>Wait
>They were his guts?!
>He blinks rapidly to clear his vision, hoping to the lord below he was okay
>It vanished as quickly as it came
>’I threw up just 10 seconds ago…’
>The continuous stench almost forces him to dry heave again
>Just where the hell was it coming from?
>Anon rushes out of his room and looks to his side
>Only to see gallons of blood running down the walls
>”I-”
>His adrenaline goes into absolute overdrive, demanding he run
>”Mom? Dad? Ock?!”
>He sprints into the next hallway, revealing rusted swinging chains and a seizure-inducing blue strobe light
>This isn’t right, none of it was! Where the f-k was anyone?!
>Anon looks back in hopes of finding another way out of this hellhole
>Yet only a pitch black wall watches his back now
>...Nowhere to go but forward
>Just go forward, damn it
>MOVE
>Very slowly, Anon treks through the seemingly endless liminal hallway
>With only a stench of death, swinging rusty chains, and a strobe light piercing the pitch black room
>And there seems to be no end in sight
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Owls and a Fool Chapter III Part III

>...
>”Get me out, get me out, get me out.”
>Anon’s body turns to ice as every part of him feels frozen cold, fruitlessly muttering to himself
>He shakes as more stress piles on
>It wasn’t helping that the flashes of darkness held bloodshot pairs of eyes surrounding him
>The f-king stares
>There they were, judging him, witnessing his fear
>RUN
>Anon runs down the hall, disregarding any hanging chains in his way
>Within each intermittence of light, he could feel their gaze etching closer and closer
>GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
>”aaAAAAAH!”
>He bursts down a door with a shoulder charge, a small moment’s relief washing over him
>But it wouldn’t last for long
>”Wasn’t expecting you of all people to be up this early.”
>Anon brings his head up to see Octavia, dressed in a purple and white dress soaked in blood
>With his body disemboweled on the table
>Why is she getting closer-
>”Come on, come on! Can’t let this get cold.”
>Octavia holds Anon’s hand and practically drags him over to the bloodstained wooden table
>There were way too many things wrong with her
>She never wears any sort of real royal wear unless absolutely necessary, for one
>She doesn’t make too much physical contact with him
>And she is almost NEVER this joyful
>”You like eyes, right?”
>”Wh-”
>Octavia violently plunges a kitchen knife into the center of the body’s head with a vitreous, psychotic grin and begins to cut down the left side
>A gush of blood splashes both of them
>Just as it happens, a violent headache racks Anon’s head at the point of impact
>Yet he couldn’t find it within himself to scream for help