GRAVEYARD

[cluedin]

THE GRAVEYARD

No two deaths are ever quite the same. Some might remember the exact moment their lives were cut short; others might only see a blinding flash of light; the particularly unlucky ones might not recall any details whatsoever.

No matter how it ended up happening, though, all of you here will always have one thing in common: one second you're dead; the next, you wake up to find yourself in a dark room. Before you can even start to try and get your bearings, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway of your room, face lit from the bottom up by a faint, almost ethereal glow. It stands still for a few seconds before murmuring,

"Oooooh... I see dead people."

... The voice is followed by a snicker as a gloved hand flicks the light switch on, revealing the mysterious entity to be Pumpkin, the fox-eared groundskeeper. Lowering the game console that had illuminated her face, she continues, "That one never gets old. Anyway, hey, sup, you're dead, that sucks, the house is probably gonna eat you as soon as this round is over. Wanna see what everyone else is up to on the other side?"

As you take in everything the gardener has told you, you suddenly realize as you look around... though you don't see anything, why does it feel like this place is already crowded?

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Comments

[getdrekt]

Agreed.

Three cheers to the happy couple.

[standing by Anya with his arms crossed

smirking]

[constellates]

[haha dumb

because anya is going to turn her sights on him]

Ты тоже. I hope Asch can find someone to make him happy too.

[getdrekt]

[WHAT

he leans back reflexively, unconsciously, like she's trying to stab him.]

Hmph.

[constellates]

[lmao]

Eh? Нервный? Nervous?

[getdrekt]

[he becomes aware of the lean, and smoothes himself back out, correcting his posture in the same way that a cat licks all its fur back into place after a fright.]

No. Why would I be nervous about something so paltry?

[HMM?????]

[constellates]

[ :^)

she actually leans forward, hands behind her back, trying to really look at his face to see if she can find any tells because she thinks he's NERVOUS and she also finds it funny]

"Paltry"? How do you mean?

[getdrekt]

[NO!!!!!!!

there's nothing but a frown, here.]

There are plenty of things in life to be concerned about, but romance is hardly one of them.

I'm perfectly capable of being happy without it.

[constellates]

[ooohhhh she nods in understanding, because she gets it]

Mm... I think so too -

But it is дополнительно? Mm... Little bit extra that is very sweet.

[getdrekt]

[. . .]

Maybe. I wouldn't know.

[COMPOSED!!!]

[mammoney]

[shouting over here]

The man's totally got a big huge crush on someone he wants to be his girlfriend, don't let him lie to ya!

[PAYBACK, BINCH]

[getdrekt]

[the shout catches him off guard, but he rearranges himself quickly enough.]

What an idiot thing to say. Try not to apply your moronic values to my life.

You realize I'm dead twice over?

[mammoney]

Asch is in looooove! Asch is in loooooooooooove! He's dead and he's in loooooooooooooooooooove!

[HAS HE GOTTEN ON YOUR NERVES YET, ASCH???? HAS HE??????]

[getdrekt]

And Mammon is no more than a masochistic plaything for Meltryllis, which is already testing the limit of his brain capacity.

[he's actually staying pretty cool about this, although he's clearly ired by the weird elementary school chanting.]

Also, he has a fork fetish.

[mammoney]

CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER YOUR STUPID DUMB FACE NO ONE LIKES, LOVERBOY!

[he's very mature]

[getdrekt]

[you absolute fucking doorknob of a demon]

So, which is it? Nobody likes me, but I'm a "loverboy"?

You have all the common sense of a bag full of rocks.

[mammoney]

You're a loverboy cause you're in love. But its sad because no one likes you.

[hehehehehehe]

[getdrekt]

[incorrect but go off!!!!!!!!! LITERALLY GO OFF LEAVE HIM ALONE]

And you're an idiot, because you are.

Everyone is sad, because they are concerned for your diseased mind and fork worship. They worry you might stab them with a fork, someday—or worse.

[constellates]

[mammon outed him so anya is going to look in that direction before turning to asch and

giving a bright smile]

Eh? Someone you like? Oбман? Do not hide from Anya, please! I want to know.

[getdrekt]

No.

No one.

[without emotion.]

[constellates]

[hmmmmmm

she lowers her voice as if it will do literally anything - ]

Secret?

[getdrekt]

[ANYA,]

A secret insinuates I have something to hide.

No.

[constellates]

[she just looks

confused now]

Mm? Did Mammon lie...?

[getdrekt]

Yes.

He often does.

[constellates]

[???????????

this looks like it's news to her]

[getdrekt]

[anYA,]

He flatters himself to gain attention, primps and preens to earn other's affection and acknowledgement. He lies when it is convenient to embellish himself.

You haven't noticed? He asked you to call him the "greatest" Mammon. His insecurities are numerous. He's undoubtably loving the attention you pay him, however.