Wilford sat alone in his room, clutching Damien’s cane close to his chest, “please… it’s all a joke… it was all just a game…” tears streamed down his cheeks.
He looked over to see his mirror, a person staring back at him, “y-y/n?” He asked, standing up and walking to his mirror.
“Colonel…” you had been traveling mirrors for years, trying to find your friends again, with the hope of someone being able to get you out of them, “it’s been so long my friend.”
“Y/n… how long have you been searching for me?” Wilford placed his hand on the mirror, his connecting with yours.
“Years, I’ve traveled to many different places, non of which I wanted to be. I want to join you again, to be able to be with my friends,” you cracked a small smile, your white shirt bloodied from where you were shot.
Wilford saw the blood, more tears forming in his eyes, “I’m… I’m so sorry y/n! It was an accident!” He was breaking down further and further.
You almost came to tears yourself, seeing your friend break down once again, it wasn’t his fault, it was the house. If it wasn’t for that damn curse you wouldn’t be trapped in this mirror.
“William,” your voice softened, sounding like caramel, “it wasn’t your fault, I forgive you, I always have.” You ran you hand through your hair, trying to figure out some way to comfort your friend, but you started to fade away.
“N-no!” Wilford cried out, trying to reach through the mirror to grab your hand, “don’t leave me! Y/n! P-please!” Wilford looked around the room, “come out! This has to be another joke… right…?” When he looked back at the mirror, you were gone.
Mark had taken you away from him, away from your friends. Mark set this up, this pain, and wilford knew he had to get you back. And he was going to do anything to accomplish that.
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So, I can continue this story, because I have some plans. Input anyone?
Marvin scratched absentmindedly at small bite mark on his hand as he read through his spellbook. He still couldn’t believe that cat bit him. It had been so nice at first. What on earth had gotten into it? He took his mask off and set it down. It was kinda dark in his room and his mask made it harder to read. As he continued to read his scratching grew more urgent. Fucking hell, why was it so itchy?! He winced when he felt his nails dig in a little too far. What the? He hadn’t been scratching that hard.
He glanced at his hand as his eyes went wide. Claws?! W-why did he- his train of thought was broken when he noticed the moonlight filtering in through his bedroom. He glanced back and forth between the moonlight, the claws and the bite on his hand. Oh no. That wasn’t a normal cat was it? All the air rushed out of him when a crippling pain suddenly surged through him, his legs buckling beneath him. He landed on his side and and started gasping for air. It felt like his shirt and cape were strangling him.
He clawed at the the clasp to cape and the neck of his blue shirt, desperate to stop the feeling of suffocating. His claws tore up his shirt and cut right through the strap of the cape, causing it to fall off of him. Sweat glistened on his brow as he held himself tightly and curled in on himself, his claws digging into his arms. His normally seafoam green eyes glowed a bright teal, the pupils slitting. It was obvious from the color that his eyes hadn’t changed because of his magic, they would have blue if it was. The marks on his forehead glowed faintly, most likely in reaction to what was going on.
A sharp cry escaped him when he felt his feet pop and crack, the heel stretching and claws matching the ones on his fingers forming on his toes, tearing his socks to shreds. He grit his teeth and his jaw ached as the eyeteeth on his top and bottom jaw lengthened into sharp fangs, his gums bleeding. His hearing got muffled for a moment before all sorts of sounds came rushing in as he ears moved to the top of his head, becoming pointed and covered in brown tabby fur, the tips green like his hair. There was pressure building up at his tailbone and it felt like his spine was squirming inside him. He emitted a loud screech of pain when it tore it’s way out of him, forming a long brown tail with tabby markings.
The new appendage curled up against him as he lay trembling, his breath coming out in quick pants. After a few moments the last of the pain faded and he slowly got up, standing on all fours. A startled hiss escaped him when someone burst in through his door. “Marvin?! What’s going on?! I heard screaming,” Chase, the only other person in the house currently, said as he entered the room. His hazel eyes widened when they landed on Marvin.
Marvin growled lowly, the sound distinctly feline. “M-marvin? E-easy buddy. I-it’s me, Chase. Remember?” Chase stuttered out, holding his hands out in a hopefully placating manner. Marvin stopped and tilted his head slightly, staring at him in confusion. Chase cautiously approached, pausing for a moment when Marving bared his teeth and started growling again, ears laid back against his head and his tail lashing behind him. The moment he stopped Chase started moving forward again.
Chase knealt down in front of him, offering his hand. Marvin sniffed him curiously. A look of recognition appeared in his eyes as he took in Chase’s scent. “Chase?” Chase nodded. “It’s me Marvin. It’s okay.What happened? Why are you…..this?” Marvin frowned, going over everything in his head. “Remember how I came home today complaining about how a cat bit me? I don’t think that was a normal cat. I’m pretty sure it was a werecat. I mean, just look at me, look at the moon. What else could it be?” Marvin replied.
"Is there a spell that can cure you?“ Chase asked. “Maybe, but it’d probably be something that’s too advanced for my current skills. Lycanthropy and similar curses are pretty powerful, so spells to cure them are equally strong. It could take months before I’m able to master the spell to make me human again,” Marvin said, tears welling up in his eyes towards the end. He didn’t want to be a monster that long, he didn’t want to have to go through that horrible pain again.
"Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I promise you. You’ve got me and the others to help you through this. You don’t have have to suffer alone,“ Chase said, placing a reassuring hand on Marvin’s shoulder. Marvin, who had sat down by this point, buried his head into Chase’s shoulder, clearly needing some comfort right now. Chase hugged him tightly, running a hand through Marvin’s hair. Marvin eventually relaxed under his touch and Chase was surprised when he started purring. Okay, that’s adorable. “Don’t tell anyone I purred or I swear I’ll claw your eyes out,” Marvin mumbled ino Chase’s shoulder. Chase chuckled. “Sure thing bro, sure thing.”
(( my contribution to Egotober for today. Not doing all of them but I just had to do something for today. Lol, everyone’s doing werewolves but I went and did a Werecat Marvin XD Thinking about writing an alternate ending where Marvin attacks Chase instead of letting him approach. ))
I want AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE to see this event and hopefully take part, but I think it would be INCREDIBLE to see if any of Teamiplier would be interested in getting in on this. If you can reblog and tag them, and/or retweet my message to them I would be SO grateful: https://twitter.com/hnlowe96 (it’s my pinned tweet). I will try to follow everyone who shares this!
On November 24 (what we call Black Friday in the US, it’s the big post-Thanksgiving shopping holiday), my friend is putting on this international event called Joy Friday. The idea is to go out and do a “Joy Ride,” an intentional act of kindness for someone. We’re spreading joy and letting people know that they matter!
For example, last year I took a giant candy bar and a snowman ornament to a retail worker who, once I started talking to her, told me she had been working for almost 12 hours and had missed Thanksgiving dinner with her family. It was AWESOME to see how stoked she was about having a sugar boost as she finished the last couple hours of her shift.
People have sought out custodial employees, hospital workers, waiters/waitresses, police officers, families filling up at gas stations, and so many more. All you have to do is let them know they matter!
“The Devil Went Down To Georgia” White Trash Washing Machine Cover
That’s just. Amazing.
AWESOMENESS
this is awesome
This is literally the futuristic version of washboard music. Is that not just fucking amazing? We had dudes playing washboards to accompany music since the early days of blues and zydeco and today we’re sitting here watching someone using a washing machine in the exact same way. Imagine being some old fella playing a washboard with thimbles in a little jug-and-tea-chest outfit back in the 20s, imagine if someone told you that in about 100 years time, some kid would be using a machine that will replace the washboard to serve the exact same purpose.
