:33> *AC spins around to face the owner of the forest* I’m sorry fur trespassing but Gamzee, Equius and Karcat and I were playing and I wandered here *AC pulls on her hat and she looks at you*
He scowled at her. “Maybe you should wander out,” he retorted. “…why do you have horns?” he asked her. It was definitely throwing him for a loop.
Rapunzel jumped slightly. “Who are you?” She asked him. She looked nervous.
Pitch gave her a slight glare. “I believe I asked you first, girl,” he replied to her. “It’s only good manners to offer your name, first.”
Her eyes widened in alarm, and she clenched her teeth. Oh, God. He was more writhing shadow than man now, and she really, really did not want to get herself killed. She had a small knife with her, beside the globe, and she dropped her hand into the pouch to pull it out. Okay. If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get.
“Try me,” she spat.
“Oooo, challenge accepted,” the voices hissed as he drew closer to her even more. A dark sword appeared in his hand and he brandished it. “Are you sure you’re up for the challenge?”
Smiling loyally to Pitch, she nodded her head before Pitch sped off. Letting out a ‘Yah!’-sounding battle cry, Kistina smirked as Noir knew exactly what she was thinking, and the pair thrust forward after Pitch and Onyx.
In no time at all, they arrived in a dark, underground bunker that smelled of blood. Pitch’s upper lip curled in disgust. “Filthy humans,” she snarled as she dismounted from Onyx. Her Nightmare dissolved into malleable sand, to use for any purpose she might need. She waited for Kistina to arrive with Noir.
*takes a step back* I a-am s-sure a-and I d-don’t k-know w-why h-he h-has t-to! H-he j-just d-does
Pith just gave her a look. “He doesn’t even know you’re here. No one knows you’re here,” he told her. One of the shadows lashed out at her and then slunk back to rejoin its brethren, enjoying the girl’s shrieks.
“When you have to deal with a crew of imaginary friends that mostly have the mentality of children on a regular basis, yeah my job can be stressful.” Immagia replied.
Pitch gave a sigh. “I see what you mean. My subjects aren’t that much better,” he replied to her. “What exactly is it that you do?” he then asked.
She grinned widely, “Really? Great!” She closed her eyes, sighed, and then snuggled against Pitch’s chest. His kiss made her calm down and she felt safe like this. “I’m glad you said yes, Pitch.” Tooth said, smiling, the warmth of his body fluffing her feathers. Nothing could make her happier.
He hummed in happiness as he snuggled back down onto the couch, Tooth in his arms. “I’m glad you’re here,” he replied to her, his arm squeezing around her waist a little bit in an affectionate hug. He hid his nose in her neck, nuzzling her feathers there. He was glad they had ended up here. Otherwise he would have gone to bed alone.
Tooth, still worried, slowly moved off of Pitch completely and lay next to him. Sitting up, she looked him up, “Are you sure?” She gingerly placed a hand on his chest and he winced. Quickly, she removed her hand. “Pitch! I must have cracked your ribs when we landed… I’m so sorry!”
He shrugged in response. “I’ll be fine in an hour or so,” he commented to her, trying to wave off her worry. “It’s alright. Like I said, I’ve had worse before. One of the good things of commanding the shadows is that they like to keep me in tip top shape, so a few cracked ribs won’t impede me for long.”