-=+=-[RP] The Camp - A horror story - Accepting! [RP]-=+=-

Peter laughs and says "well you have wings. How should I know what other magic you have?"
 
"Well there's flying, conjuring in animate objects, and... This." I say, snapping my fingers and summoning a snarling hell hound.
"Mishka come here." I say
 
"Shut up Mishka." I say and the hell hound stops snarling, instead giving us puppy dog eyes.

"See, I can make it friendly."
 
Getting up, I see Suzyka walking towards his cabin. I quietly walk up behind him, gently tapping his upper arm. "P-please... Take it out... I-it's driving me insane..." I whimpered, talking about my eye.
 
Upon hearing such an interesting proposition, Suzuya spun on his heels to suddenly face Tolka. a wide grin forming on his lips.
"What? what? what was that?" He questioned in excitement, he could feel his heart picking up pace as he imagined how gouging Out an eye might feel. his hands clenching and unclenching, he was eager to take out his sewing needle to experiment.
 
"Take it out? Take it out?" Suzuya's grin widened a little, ever so slowly reaching back and taking out his sewing needle. "Are you sure? It's gonna hurt..~" He mocked the girl, though in all honesty he hadn't felt so excited in quite awhile, hopefully his good behavior would make his dad let what he was about to do slide, if not, well. he would have to just face the scolding and punishment he would receive whence he arrived home. it wasn't his fault some girl wanted him to gouge her eye out..
 
Slowly, His whole demeanor changed as if to mock comfort the girl. "It will hurt a lot, of course!" Suzuya chimed, all the while closing his eyes peacefully. yet peaceful would be the expect opposite of suzuya's actions at the moment, digging out his sewing needle, he toyed with the sharp object in his hands. eagerly waiting for the girl to answer, simply waiting for her to make a very big mistake.
 
"Why are you so scared of pain?" He questioned, though. behind his excited tone and expression, this question was actually very genuine, his mood swings had nothing to do with it. ever since since the boy had been young he could never grasp the idea of pain, it was just something that happened, such as death. it wasn't something to be afraid of, or concerned for. yet he would admit it was very fun to inflict at times.

Closer, his footsteps making a tap, tap. against the cold ground, he was closer now, the needle merely inches away from Tolka's eye, such a familiar position, he had tried to gouge out that pesky eye before, but was sadly interrupted, now however. he finally had his chance. "Why are you so scared? It's such a shame.." The words coldly came from the boy, he had no remorse for what he was about to do.
 
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"I-I don't k-know..." I murmured, taking a tiny step back, leaning away from the needle, the bangs moving from my eye.
 
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