“I really have a good feeling about that driver, Socrates. Seems like a good upstanding fellow.” He smiles, covertly petting his rat with a finger as he enters the convenience store. (Hopefully the person behind the counter doesn’t recognize Koln from his last incident at the store…)
Koln immediately heads to the corner of the store where there’s string-cheese and such for sale. After some debate, Koln decides on the block of mild cheddar. He gets a few pieces, one will go to Socrates tonight and the rest can be saved for later in the fridge.
Koln wackiness. I only had one set of spoiler tags, but some reason it's broken up into two, idk why.
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“Hehehehahaha!” Koln picks his head up at the strange giggling. He turns his head and sees what appears to be a child’s hand writhing about between some milk cartons in the freezer.
“Socrates, are you seeing this? Socrates?” Koln feels about in his pockets but is unable to locate his small friend. “Looks like I’m in this alone… as always.” Koln carefully approaches the case. He grips the handle of the freezer and pulls, pulls, and pulls, but is unable to swing it open.
“Can I get a hand, s'il vous plait?” As if to mock him, the child’s hand slowly retracts out of view into the depths of the freezer. Frustrated, Koln tugs harder and succeeds. A wintery cloud of frost pushes out from the freezer in a strong gust, so strong that Koln, with hand on his hat, struggles to keep upright.
“Now where did she go…?” Koln tilts his head to the side confusedly ,taking a carton and placing carefully on the ground. He notices how each milk carton has a picture of a young girl with writing all around it. He could just barely make out the words in the scribbled gibberish,
“dsfkmlchavegfgfgdfglokkmb4954954959459
495495495495youbcbvnnbgfgseen
851&21&2menkmemfolkmst3k
mofkssuziemgfmplivesmkolpkmsf3mk2kof2000mem”
Koln begins to lift and push aside the walls of cartons, milk spilling everywhere as he proceeds inside the glass case. Soon he’s able to fit completely inside. He pushes the last wall of milk cartons out of the way (strangely, there’s no shelves, just cartons stacked ontop of eachother). A cold grimy tunnel is before him, an abyss. Koln reaches for his firegun but finds it missing. He shrugs, figuring he must have forgotten it, and produces from his pants his boomstick. He is not intending to use it just yet, but holding the gun made him feel so much better.
SShhlp! Koln spins around in time to watch the glass door close on its own behind him. He pushes at with his hands, arms, and shoulder. Even kicking it, but it will not open. Inside the store he watches as a familiar figure strolls inside. He takes off his hat and turns to Koln with a mocking smile, “No one’s upstairs? Time for me to take over!”
Koln bares his fangs in rage at the hunter. What did he mean? How is he still alive? Why is he dressed exactly as him?
“Hehehe, don’t worry my brother in Christ, I’m here to keep you on track and fulfill your God-given duty”
“Brother?! You dare call me brother?!” That word, ‘brother,’ angers Koln greatly. Koln knew who his brothers were, and this dead failure of a hunter is NOT one of them.
“I no longer walk with grace! Insanity is my agape, and my tool to cultivate reality into whatever form I want!”
With that Koln moves his hand to the glass and watches as all of the store in front of him along with everything and everyone inside is pulled/stretched to his fingertips. Koln grins evilly and pulls away his hand, keeping one finger on the glass right on the hunter. He makes his fingers into ‘pincers’ and delights as he applies pressure around the hunter’s head, listening to him gasp and scream in pain as his skull is slowly crushed. Oddly, as Koln tortures the hunter, everyone else in the store continues on about their business, seemingly oblivious to this.
“It is my mind, and it is my rules!” Koln barks from behind the glass as he makes a violent slashing motion with his finger, and watches in glee as the hunter’s head separates from his body. [/sblock]
Koln is now standing outside the store. How he got here, he’s not sure. He is holding a bag with cheese, receipt, and newspaper inside. He looks back into the store and everything appears normal. He takes a moment to wonder how his body was animating itself while his mind was trapped. Is the hunter haunting him from beyond the grave, or is it just an overly powerful figment of his imagination?
He smiles, feeling Socrates scurry about in his pocket, and feels his side, finding the firegun in its holster. He sits on the curb and lets Socrates onto his lap. Picking off some cheese for him, Koln[FONT="] reads the newspaper for clues about Thaddeus. I don't think I need to roll for this, any crazy person can read a newspaper.
Any interesting npcs around for me to have fun with?
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