[Crona is walking in the mansion, wringing their hands endlessly and looking around nervously. They had to leave their room; they couldn't stand hiding in there anymore. They were hungry. Both Ragnarok and Crona were beyond hungry. The sharpened fangs that Crona discovered yesterday horrified them to no end but... they had to go out. Yeah, ( Read more... )

[There's a long pause when Crona switches on the communicator. It was one of the few intentional network posts they've done in a while.]

...I...I-I think I... I saw another m-me...

Stop stalling and move it, Crona! I wanna go over there!

B-but those-...Th-they have masks j-just like the v-... v-vendors...

So? Come on!

[The sounds of the carnival take over the audio as Crona tries to slink their way through the set-ups, trying not to look at anyone as they pass by before they stop at one of the game booths.]

What? Why'd ( Read more... )

Hurry up, Crona! You're so slow!

[Crona stumbles along one of the hallways, Ragnarok the sock puppet on one of their hands seems to be pulling them along.]

I-I don't think this is a g-good idea--

[The scary sock puppet stops 'pulling' and turns to glare at his meister.]

You want another punch!?

N-No I-I-I just m-mean--

Then move![Crona yelps ( Read more... )

[Crona is sitting on their hospital bed, knees drawn up to their chest as they hug them and look at no particular spot on the covers tiredly. Ragnarok on the other hand is leaning over Crona and looking at the food on the tray in front of them.]

This is it? No candy or anything?! I'm not eating this crap! Crona, let's go look for some candy!

But ( Read more... )

[Crona is kneeling in one of the rooms that they hid in after touching one of those damned floating spots in the hall purely by accident earlier. Crona looks horrified at the floor as they look between the gaps of their fingers and a splotch of black is leading from the edge of the robe collar to their chin. Ragnarok hovers above the other as he ( Read more... )

[A distraction. The Queen demanded a distraction. The mirror stands awkwardly in one of the empty halls since their other was unfortunate enough to not be as knowledgable as they should have been. Holding out a hand, the mirror of Ragnarok bubbled in blood form on the other's hand and took form of the demon sword. After the weapon was ( Read more... )