HELLO Y'ALL SO I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. And this chapter too. Oh and I have a little challenge. So While you are reading you will be introduced to four of my oc's. I tried to detail them and I would like you all to see if you can figure out what each of the four spirits represents. If you can you have bragging rights? Does that sound good? Or you can give me a topic and I will write a story or chapter about it. ENJOY
Jack opened his eyes to a stone chamber. There were five doors branching off. "Ah jack you're awake." Jack turned his head as far as he could with the ropes that restrained him. From what he could see there was only a swish of a black cloak . Wait black cloak? All of a sudden there was a swirl of wind and rose petals in front of him that soon revealed a man in an expensive black suit and red tie. He looked to be of Asian descent. He seemed to look jack over before jacks attention was brought to the right where flames had erupted from the floor. When they disappeared a man stood in a pool of embers. He had long red hair, green eyes and pale skin. His attire consisted of an expensive blazer that he had clearly ripped the sleeves off of. Underneath the blazer he wore a long sleeve plaid shirt. His pants matched his blazer in the sense that it once was expensive but now had holes almost everywhere's. Jack had just managed look away from the strange mans eyes when a droplet of water splashed on his left cheek. Turning his head he saw a rain storm with flys flying around it. The storm didn't let up but a figure started forming. The figure started becoming clearer until the fog cleared revealing a man who seemed to have a permanent frown on his face. He had red streaks down his cheeks suggesting he had been crying recently. He wore a long black trench coat with a hood. Jack could see a dark blue shirt under the trench coat. The flies broke away from the storm and started swirling around and around each other. They started connecting to one another until finally they turned into a man who looked almost African. He wore a black cloak that covered his body. His face was horrific to look at. His lips were sewn shut but occasionally jack would see a maggot of fly crawl out from between his lips. His eyes were black with red veins showing. His face had pock marks littering his face along with boils. Jack could see a wooden stump poking out from underneath the mans robe. Jack glanced around at the four men he could see and studied them the way they studied him in return. The one on his right seemed to want to burn a hole through him. The one in front of him seemed to observe everything about him. Jack even saw him lick his lips. The two to his right seemed to just be observing him waiting for him to escape. The one with the grubs kept occasionally twitching a hand in his direction while the other one seemed to look into his soul. "Jack... I see you've met my friends." Jack watched as pitch emerged from the shadows in front of him. He laid a hand on the man in front of jacks shoulder which the man quickly brushed off. "You... have friends? I've always thought you were a crazy nightmare hermit." At pitch's look of confusion jack explained. "You know a man who lives by himself with only nightmares to talk to." Pitch sneered at jack. "Oh I have friends let me introduce you.
SO IM NOT VERY GOOD AT COMEBACKS YOU PROBABLY CAN TELL. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTERSTAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT