[ the bucket's still there, cold as ever despite the heat of the workshop, and not as clean as anyone would probably like, but evan's not. whatever trial or trials have him occupied mean he's gone for a time, being smashed by pallets and hit by broken metal and putting lives on hooks for the entity's sake. it's what he does best. what he's always done best.
so david's alone, and without even someone in the darkness outside to watch him leave. as evan figured, ghost face is away, planning his next move. without evan there to keep the fire going in the coals, the light's dimmer. more like they're in a deep mine somewhere with only a handful of bulbs to light the way. or maybe hell coming up through the cracks hidden in the walls (watch the sparks).
it's still and silent, quiet and seemingly dead. for all the tools and masks and weapons littering the place, the evidence of a life once lived, there's not much life left in the place itself without its occupant. if the entity got tired of him one day, there wouldn't be much change, except that the coals would go ashen and the traps would shut and rust.
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so david's alone, and without even someone in the darkness outside to watch him leave. as evan figured, ghost face is away, planning his next move. without evan there to keep the fire going in the coals, the light's dimmer. more like they're in a deep mine somewhere with only a handful of bulbs to light the way. or maybe hell coming up through the cracks hidden in the walls (watch the sparks).
it's still and silent, quiet and seemingly dead. for all the tools and masks and weapons littering the place, the evidence of a life once lived, there's not much life left in the place itself without its occupant. if the entity got tired of him one day, there wouldn't be much change, except that the coals would go ashen and the traps would shut and rust.
it's something evan doesn't think about. much, anyway. ]