Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 10th 2017 in Microfiction

“Well?” Butters asked, stepping out of the exercise wheel in her cage and walking up to the glass. “Could be worse,” Midnight (a.k.a. The Vengeance) reported, sitting on the dresser, giving his ears a good rubbing. “Haunted woods; high ratio of dead to living (3 cemeteries where you’d think 2 would suffice); crazy neighbor.” “Crazy serial killer neighbor or crazy cohort to the evil in the swamp neighbor?” Butters asked, concerned. “Killer,” Midnight answered, cleaning the paw that had touched his ears seconds before. “Okay, well, that’s always problematic, but not an immediate worry,” Butters said, heading off to her cedar shavings cave. “Good recon. Thanks.” “You’re welcome,” Midnight responded, barely paying attention. He was thinking back to the last move – the place with the clown in the sewer.

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