since 'tis the season to be haunted, anyone got any spooky stories? ૮.ᆺ. ა
'suppose i should also give one, since i proposed it ૮.ᆺ. ა
although I altered my story a bit so people who haven't played Warframe can actually understand it ૮o.o ა
Long ago, in ancient days, a golden people lived in spoiled luxury. If a body wore out, why, they would take a new one as easily as plucking an apple. Such was the mystery of their forbidden ichor.
So what became of death and disease? Oh, they were abundant, but not for the golden. They were above petty death. Such was their contempt that they decreed a special day on which to make fun of it.
On Naberus, the night of memory, the shining people laughed at death. They dressed in costumes that recalled the old days. Of mortality. Skulls grinned. Hallways guttered with demon-lights. For one night, beauty was banished. Rot and monstrosity held sway.
Now on one very special Naberus, three pretty golden people were bored, as their kind so often were. "Naberus no longer holds its magic for me", sighed one. "Masks and costumes are for children", grumbled another. "Why follow the crowd?", mused the third. "Are we not the very elite of the elite?" "Haha! Up, my kissingtons, my luscious loves; send for blue ichor and hot lights; I have a sport that will mend all!" And in the corridor, behind a curtain, a solitary, silent girl heard them and said nothing.
Then the three were very wicked, for what do you think they did? Down into the streets, they went, and they caught three truly unlucky people and bore them back to their gilded halls. One, they peeled like a fruit and decked out with glassy splinters, and his naked jaws went chitter-chatter-snap, and it echoed all around. Scarlet footprints he left. Another's limbs they twisted, and wretched his neck, and made a bundle of him, until he scuttled upsy-downsy like a horrid crab, with his sockets all empty and his stretched-out nose snuffling. The third they pulled thin in hand and foot. She walked spindly-wise on long tiptoes like a spider, and her entrails hung delicately down. She whispered, split-tongued and hissing, as she went.
"Fine costumes we've made", chortled the three golden ones. "Let us now try them on, and visit our friends!" "What shrieking there will be! Oh!" "Our names will live forever in the Court, for such a prank as this!" Now. The silent girl brought them their blue ichor, so they could take on these twisted bodies for only a short time before returning to their own. They drank and slept and woke in their three. Horrid. Forms. Off they went, down the stairs, out the door, into the city, into the night of banners and masks and wild hilarity. Chitter-chatter-snap, scuttle-buttle, whispery-hisspery. As you can imagine, there were many screams and laughs. Such cleverness. Such wit!
But in a high room of the tower, the silent girl looked at the faces of the three sleeping golden people. She went and opened a little ivory door that she was not supposed to know about, and drew forth a flask that she would have been glassed for even looking at. A flask of crimson ichor. The scarlet seal upon Continuity. Permanent.
And she tipped it. Down three. Cruel. Throats.
With a little laugh, she went skating away, never to return. There were many screams that Naberus night. But when the sun came up, none screamed so loud as the three who found they were trapped in the hideous bodies that they themselves had fashioned.
Forever and ever.
So listen carefully, and beware. For you may hear them coming tonight. Whispery-hisspery on long stalking bones. Scuttle-buttle with his eyes all empty. And skinless, dripping-handed, chitter-chatter-snap.
Happy Halloween! ૮^ᆺ^ა
