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Everywhere.
It's...everywhere. And in everything! The horror! It's terrible.
TERRIBLE!
Never mind that the furniture has sprouted the most atrocious smell. Certainly the walls are actually living now. At this moment, watching me with their cruel, cruel eyes because they will not HELP ME. And don't get me started on the ceiling. Or the carpet!
It's sticking to my hair, my face-
My face. MY HAIR! Surely there is a remedy for this. I must have a spell for it beneath this mess on the table. Oh, where did I put it? Why, why, why?!
Sophie.
Sophie, Sophie, SOPHIE!
It's ruined. All of it. I'm done for. No one can see me this way. NO ONE. What will they say? Or do?
I'm so hideous they'd catch me with torches or pitchforks. Burn, Howl. Burn, they'd tell me. Oh, oh...
The unbearable truth. I don't deserve-
MY CLOTHES!
The travesty of such finery being sullied by the likes of it all. And what of my hair? It's dead. Dead and useless. I do think I should cut it before they have a chance to torture me with flames because it's a noble thing to do. Save it first. But no! I CAN'T!
And my face.
My BEAUTIFUL face! Ruined. I'm a monster and shouldn't be alive, breathing such glorious air.
No. No...
Don't pity me. I'll await my sentence here, in this terribly small, unkempt apartment, surrounded by the loveliest things in life. If anyone finds me, please do the kindness of spreading my name.
I do so think Michael and Sophie should know.
THE GREAT WIZARD HOWL
~♥ may he rest in peace ♥~
[What do you get when you combine the aftermath of a slug invasion + "goo" + the possibility of getting pranked? Oh, I'm certain it's Howl throwing a fit. ;D]
It's...everywhere. And in everything! The horror! It's terrible.
TERRIBLE!
Never mind that the furniture has sprouted the most atrocious smell. Certainly the walls are actually living now. At this moment, watching me with their cruel, cruel eyes because they will not HELP ME. And don't get me started on the ceiling. Or the carpet!
It's sticking to my hair, my face-
My face. MY HAIR! Surely there is a remedy for this. I must have a spell for it beneath this mess on the table. Oh, where did I put it? Why, why, why?!
Sophie.
Sophie, Sophie, SOPHIE!
It's ruined. All of it. I'm done for. No one can see me this way. NO ONE. What will they say? Or do?
I'm so hideous they'd catch me with torches or pitchforks. Burn, Howl. Burn, they'd tell me. Oh, oh...
The unbearable truth. I don't deserve-
MY CLOTHES!
The travesty of such finery being sullied by the likes of it all. And what of my hair? It's dead. Dead and useless. I do think I should cut it before they have a chance to torture me with flames because it's a noble thing to do. Save it first. But no! I CAN'T!
And my face.
My BEAUTIFUL face! Ruined. I'm a monster and shouldn't be alive, breathing such glorious air.
No. No...
Don't pity me. I'll await my sentence here, in this terribly small, unkempt apartment, surrounded by the loveliest things in life. If anyone finds me, please do the kindness of spreading my name.
I do so think Michael and Sophie should know.
THE GREAT WIZARD HOWL
~♥ may he rest in peace ♥~
[What do you get when you combine the aftermath of a slug invasion + "goo" + the possibility of getting pranked? Oh, I'm certain it's Howl throwing a fit. ;D]