Heeeello Thanks for reading this I promise it to be quite interesting. I should be able to update one a week hopefully. I don't own OFF or Harry Potter. I am in it briefly and only briefly ;D ~ CallaCaptor
Batter had finished his holy mission to purify that whole world. He regretted almost everything that had been done in that world but was glad that it was all over until the next player chose to play his game again. He knew the whole plot of the game, having played it so many times. It was so sickening. The Batter knew that he had to some how stop the sick story line, he hated that he had to keep killing his own child and wife at the end of the game, even if they were programmed memories. With each end of the game he could feel a piece of his sanity leave him with every swing against his loved ones. When the player chose to fight to fight with the Judge he was always grateful. He never wanted to win and wanted to be free of his disguise that was only worn to make the player more comfortable. That's why the darkness of the suspension he was in, was his favorite...
The third years gathered around Professor Quirrell as he attempted( very badly) to teach the students about boggats ( sorry don't know how to spell it). No one could really understand what he was saying but all they understood was that it would take the shape of their worst fear. The students got into a line to practice the spell they 'learned'. Student after student went only to be met with creepy glass dolls and frighting monsters. The last student tried to hide but unsuccessfully did so. " C-calla i-it's you-your turn" Quirrell said trying to get the student to go. While trying to get his student to go, the boggat left the dresser that it was in with no one noticing that it was opened a crack allowing its escape. " Calla just go" another student said pushing her to the front of the dresser. Everyone waited for the fear to be shown and after 2 minutes something began to stir. Long white fingers with sharp nails appeared on both sides of the dresser pulling something enormous out of the dark. A long muzzle with needle teeth poked out then the rest of it's head that was topped with a black baseball cap. Having stepped out fully it was obvious that it was towering over the students. Quirrell then said the ridiculous spell,being on the brink of fainting. All that happened was the creatures clothes were colored a hideous pink with a matching tutu. It stared at the professor with clear agitation and Quirrell promptly fainted.