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Originally Posted by peppermintbubble.
~~Ciara~~
Ciara kept yelling as she fell, then suddenly she heard a snapping and whipping sound, and the next thing she knew, she was hanging by ropes in some kind of cage high above the ground.
Ciara screamed when she was caught, but kept her mouth shut as she struggled against the cage. She was kind of stuck on her side, her right arm pinned against her body. She kept kicking the cage, trying to break it. |
(it's a tarp, not a cage-)
There was a rushing noise, immediately followed by a booming voice. "AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! FOOOOOOOOL!" The tarp disappeared, dropping Ciara a few feet, until her surroundings changed, turning into a light-purple clearing, mist swirling along the ground up to her knees. From the hidden ground, an enormous ghost, around 25-30ft tall, rose into the air. He almost looked like a 3D shadow with a noodle-y complexion, grinning maniacly at Ciara. His face had the appearance of a jack-o'-lantern, with two tall yellow eyes and a fanged smile. He had two long arms with two fingers on the ends, and a sort of frill at where his neck would be. He appeared to be... fluffy.
"You blew it! You've totally screwed yourself!" he said, seemingly excited, voice echoing around the strange, empty place. "Nobody enters my home and leaves in one piece!" He paused, purely for dramatic effect. "Tell you what though - hang on a minute - you get to live! THAT'S RIGHT! Aren't you lucky!?" It was a rhetorical question - of course she was lucky.
He clapped his odd hands together, leaning over to get a bit closer to the horrified girl. "Normally I'd eat your soul and toss the body, but you won the lottery, because I just happen to be missing a brain-dead servant! That's right! The old one got himself killed, his head popped off, and now I need a new towel boy," he continued in a bit of a bored tone, rising back up to his full height. He decided to leave out the detail that he'd been the one who popped his head off.
In a burst of blue flame, a piece of parchment appeared in front of Ciara. It was a contract. A feather floated next to it. "So, tell you what. I've got a piece of paper here... don't worry about the details. I just need you to sign right here, at the bottom." His eye-to-eye grin returned as he stared down at the girl. Oh, it had been so long since he'd had a new contractor - and he had plenty of jobs for her to do.