A/N: I hadn't even noticed the fic passed its one year anniversary last month! It's hard to believe something that started with just an AU-proposing one shot became my longest work yet. I have much more to say, but I'll save it for the end of the Psych 1 segment. For now... thank you to everyone who stuck around, and to the betas as well!

I still want to do another mini-chapter, but I decided to postpone it until after the next patient. I feel it'd fit better there... plus, I really wanted to at least get this segment started before the month ends. Why? You'll see.


The asylum didn't look any better as Frazie explored further in it. If anything, it got worse.

And weird.

It was like the building was starting to reflect the mental state of those that inhabited it. Not long after Frazie had left Jakob behind, her surroundings began to warp until the place felt like some sort of stony funhouse. Spiral staircases slowly twisted onto their side until she had to tiptoe along their edge like a ramp. Entire floors were flipped as well, leaving Frazie to run along their walls and try not to slip through the windows on the floor. Seriously, who the heck designed this place? It didn't make a lick of sense.

Frazie could only assume the Psitanium slowly started getting to the construction crew, too. They might've even ended up in the very place they'd built.

That was just a theory, though. The place remained as deserted as ever... except for the occasional camper brain left lying around, forgotten.

Still fuming that Loboto could be so cruel and careless, Frazie picked up after him as she went, the makeshift sack on her back growing with each new veiny passenger. One, two, three, four... on the bright side, she was doing a good job finding them. She searched thoroughly —no child left behind.

She stooped to add another one to her collection, dumping its contents into her telekinetic mitt. Fortunately, she'd realized she didn't actually have to touch them if she didn't want to... and she didn't. Just as she started to float it into her backpack, a sudden sound tickled her ear. A soft scrape across stone. She froze.

There was someone else here.

Frazie's head whipped towards the noise. She'd felt like someone was watching her ever since she'd gotten out of the elevator, but only now did she catch a tiny glimpse of them. A flash of green and red darting out of view. A high-pitched 'eep' from down the hall.

So it hadn't just been the heebie jeebies getting to her. And now that she knew someone was spying on her for sure... she wasn't letting them get away. "Hey!" she shouted, quickly stashing the brain away and breaking into a sprint.

Frazie didn't expect the chase to last long — agility and Aquato were basically synonymous, after all. That didn't mean she could just walk through all the debris and potholes blocking her path, though, no matter how fleetfooted she was. She bumbled and fumbled her way in pursuit, trying to keep up her speed while not running into anything.

While she struggled with the terrain, the stranger wasn't hindered in the least; they always found a shortcut around obstacles, masterfully navigated narrow corridors, constantly keeping a step ahead of Frazie. Whoever this person was, they scurried through the wreckage as if they'd traipsed through it for years.

Frazie never had them in sight for more than a second, but she refused to give up. Were they just another patient? Another minion of Loboto's? She needed answers. Her mission might depend on it, if the figure was planning to go tattle to the mad doctor.

"Stop! I'm not going to hurt you!" She kept trying to call out to them, but they never listened. Desperate to catch up before they got away, to maybe get into telekinetic grabbing range, Frazie kicked into overdrive, skidding around a corner and leaping forward.

...Only to stumble and fall, trying not to plunge into the pit just ahead.

"Ahhhhh!" Her chin hit the ground, but that was far preferable to what would've happened otherwise. There, her nose just an inch from the edge, she looked down to see a sickening slurry of toxic green ooze bubbling down below. "What...?"

Just being near it was making her nauseous... she didn't want to imagine what'd happen if she fell in. What the hell was this gunk, and why was it just spilled around up here, waiting for someone unsuspecting to plummet into it? Judging from the sizzling trenches it'd left in the floor, the slime was partially responsible for the building's disrepair.

It was also responsible for her stalker getting away. Looking up again, Frazie could barely make out the panicked panting of her target far, far ahead. There was no chance she'd catch up now. "Come on!" she griped, punching the ground. It wasn't fair.

What happened now? Who was that person and what did they want? Had she just scared an innocent half to death, or was the alarm gonna sound any moment?

Well, no use crying about it. All she could do was pray that whoever that was wasn't a snitch, or things were about to get ugly. It was time to pick herself up and hurry, before things got any worse... while staying far, far away from the poisonous pitfall, of course.

Trying to ignore the faint worry building inside her, Frazie pressed on into the final stretch of Thorney Towers.

Somehow, the uppermost reaches were in the worst state of all. Alongside the dangerous spill of unidentifiable toxic goop, almost the entire building was missing. It was more open air than wall at this point. Despite that, the structure continued to lead upwards even higher into the sky, somehow standing on the few supports it had left. It was only by some sort of miracle that the entire top chunk of Thorney Towers hadn't collapsed into the lake by this point.

If she didn't already know Loboto was coo-coo crazy, she'd think he was insane to build a lab in this death trap. Her acrobatic prowess was pushed to the limit trying to find a way up - she was tracking down every stray pipe and loose bit of rebar she could find, climbing the walls and fixtures like a spider when there was no ground left to walk on. She ascended bit by bit, picking up more jarred brains along the way. All the while, Lake Oblongata stretched out far below, a constant reminder that slipping and falling was a terrible idea.

At long last, Frazie finally reached stable ground again, groaning as she pulled herself up onto a floor that'd half-survived... still better than one that wasn't there at all, she supposed.

This journey was becoming as physically exhausting as it was mentally — yet she knew she wasn't far from her goal now. She'd gotten peeks at the peak during her ascent, and she knew the end was in sight. She just needed to take a moment, catch her breath, and open up the door to the last bit straight ahead. She got up, grabbed the knob, and twisted.

She breathed a sigh of relief when it yielded. Unlocked. Happy to be lucky for once, she pushed it outwards.

It didn't budge.

Confused, Frazie jiggled it a bit. Then again, hitting it with her foot. The door was working completely fine... but something on the other side was blocking it.

Practically wailing in frustration, Frazie gave up on the door and stomped around the room's corner to check things from another angle. On its other side, a long, cracked window let her peer inside to see what the problem was.

She'd been expecting some inconveniently fallen debris, maybe even a chair wedged under the handle, but no, it was... a huge pile of assorted junk? Pots and pans, bed frames, clipboards, and more. Wheelchair wheels, plaques, some stray bricks, all heaped in front of the door. Had her stalker dropped it all there to delay her? Jerk.

...No, that was way too big a pile to have been made on the fly. They must've found some other way past it. Of course, they had ANOTHER side route, who would've guessed. And it looked like Frazie was going to have to make her own now.

She fanned her fingers out on the window, thinking. Welp... the easiest solution was often the best. Her mind reached out for a heavy rock laying off to the side — if fate was screwing her yet again, she was putting her foot down this time. She pulled back the stone, gathered her strength, and smashed it against the glass full force.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Her attack bounced off harmlessly, only leaving the tiniest dent in the glass. Confound it... the glass here was reinforced, no doubt to keep any difficult patients from making a mess or trying to leap outside to a very short-lived freedom. It wasn't invincible, but there was no way she was going to make it through with just a rock and a prayer. As far as she could tell, she'd hit a dead end.

But as annoying as it was, that hadn't been her crying out.

The pile of garbage had screamed at her.

Startled, Frazie squinted closer, studying the pile closely. "Hello? Is someone there?"

"N-n-no..."

Very convincing. "Yeeeeah, not buying it," Frazie replied with a roll of her eyes. "You can come out, now."

To her surprise, the entire mound shifted, starting to unfurl. The person wasn't hiding in the heap... they WERE the heap.

Slowly, an absolute boulder of a man revealed himself, shifting to a sitting position. He'd been big enough when he was all balled up, but now she could truly see how huge he was. Even sitting down, he was around her height, his arms like a gorilla's and legs like an elephant's. It was almost impossible to see his pale red skin under the cocoon of garbage he'd strapped all over himself. Wheels on his arms like shields, cushions on his knees... only the eyes could be seen on his face, peering nervously through holes he'd cut in his bowl helmet.

He almost looked like some sort of robot or golem, all armored up in his suit of assorted crap. This definitely wasn't the person she'd just been chasing. Frazie couldn't help but gape in awe, making him shrink under her stare. "W-what do you w-want, man...?" he stammered quietly.

"Uhhhh..." Frazie cleared her throat, sparing the man from her gaze. "Sorry for scaring you. I need to get through... any chance you could, I dunno, roll out of the way?"

For a moment, he almost seemed to consider her simple request. At that moment, the wind picked up, howling through the derelict building like a ghostly moan. The shrill whistle made the man shout out and retreat back into his armored ball. "N-no way! If I move, they're g-gonna get me!"

"They? Who's they?"

"A-Anything!" The garbage goliath shivered and shook, sounding like he could scream or cry at any moment. "The rats! Bats! Cats! W-what if the floor collapses under me?! Or the ceiling falls on my head?! What if there's GHOSTS?!"

She'd had the same concern, admittedly, but if there were any around then surely he must've seen them in his years here... and he was definitely overreacting even if they existed. "I think a meteor could hit you and you'd be unfazed. What do you have to be afraid of? You're huge!"

"That just makes me a b-bigger target, man!" He briefly poked his head up, fearfully looking at the ceiling as if he actually expected a meteor to hit him. Great, she'd just given him a new thing to worry about.

Frazie rubbed her temples, aggravated. She'd just stumbled upon the biggest coward she'd ever met, and of course, he was too scared to even move from her path. It was for that same reason she decided not to yell at him — the poor guy was already suffering from his own phobias. He might just burst into tears if someone started screaming at him, and she really didn't want to make a grown man cry... unless they were Coach.

She took the briefest moment to wring the air, silently venting her frustrations until she finally exhaled and lowered her arms. "Alright, alright..." The door wasn't an option. Neither was the window. What else could she do...?

Her eyes fell on the glass that separated them again. Even though she couldn't break the glass, that didn't mean time hadn't put a dent in it already. Worn cracks slithered back and forth across the pane, congregating in the corner... where a small hole had been punched through the glass. Obviously she couldn't fit through it, but something tiny might. Something small, something thin, something she'd been carrying in her pocket since yesterday.

She already knew where this was going.

With a sigh, Frazie fished the Psy-Portal out. It'd basically become her skeleton key at this point - almost literally in this case, since she needed to use it to open a door. Slipping it through the gap in the glass, she caught it with her mind on the other side, levitating it towards the man.

There was juuuust one problem. She shifted the device back and forth as she tried to find a good place to stick it, to no avail. His haphazardly armored head left no openings to stick the doorway on.

Sheesh... this guy was truly a blockade in every way possible. But she had a plan. A mean one, but a plan nonetheless. "Hey," she called out once more. "Sorry to bug you again, but I just thought you should know... there's these new kind of carnivorous lice going around that like to get under helmets and—"

She didn't even need to finish her lie. He'd frozen up as soon as she mentioned hungry parasites, and the instant she'd mentioned his helmet he'd already ripped it off and flung it towards the ceiling. "GAH!" Its powerful impact made the ceiling crack, pouring dust down onto his scalp. "T-THEY'RE ON ME! GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!" he squealed, digging at his scalp.

Oops. She'd just wanted the hat off, she didn't mean to make him scare himself silly. Feeling just a bit bad for the ruse, Frazie slapped the door on his forehead while she had the chance. His panicked scratching died in an instant, his eyes glazing over.

"Sorry," she whispered under her breath. Practically a master at diving into heads by now, her own consciousness promptly flew through the glass and sank down into the opened gateway. Time to use one door to open another.

Now entering:

Norville's Nightmare


"Boo!"

Frazie flinched when a skeleton was the first thing to greet her, shouting in her face... but only flinched. As sudden and startling as it was, it wasn't actually all that scary. And why?

Because the skeleton was actually just a kid in a costume. A very well-detailed and realistic costume, mind you, but still just a costume. He wasn't the only one wearing their spooky best — as the child scampered off with a mischievous giggle, Frazie glanced around to find many others like them.

She'd landed in a large, circular plaza, paved with cobblestone and surrounded by gothic architecture. Spiky gates and dead trees, gargoyles and creaky houses all lit by the glow of the full moon. Folks big and small wandered the area, of all kinds of proportion, and each one looked like they were about to head to a costume party. Some more children in disguises, their parents not far behind and equally dressed up. People with hunched backs and furry faces and slimy scales, all mingling together and patrolling the shadowy neighborhood together.

Though, truthfully, some of the costumes looked a little bit too... real. And given this was imaginationland, it was entirely possible some of these folks were actually monsters. Yet, Frazie didn't feel afraid in the slightest. No matter how horrific the creature was, they talked amongst each other all jovial and polite, howling with laughter, the mood cheery and light.

She stuck out like a sore thumb in this Halloween dream, but she wasn't the only one. At the center of it all, she heard a muffled sob coming from a familiar whimpering heap.

Curled up in the fetal position, the burly patient kept his eyes shut tight, shaking and sobbing while monsters awkwardly meandered around him. He was unprotected now, his get-up still stuck in the real world... she could finally make him out properly, his wide nose sniffling and his short orange hair standing on end.

But even without armor, what did he have to be afraid of? Frazie just couldn't understand it. There was absolutely nothing scary here unless you were, like, three. Maybe not even then.

As if they'd read her thoughts, she suddenly felt a presence by her side - a stray werewolf, towering over her in a bowler hat, having spotted her eying the crybaby. "Ahhhh... already noticed our odd one out, stranger? That's Norville Burton. A fine chap, but don't expect to see him doing any more than this."

"He really just lays here cowering all day?" Frazie asked, feeling depths of pity she'd never reached before.

"Quite. None of us can get a thing out of him... he just gets wails louder if we get close. We'd love for him to join us, but he needs to try a little more booing and a little less hooing."

Scratching her chin, Frazie studied the frightened fellow again. "Any idea why he's like this?"

"Not a clue." The werewolf hummed, almost a growl, as a thought occured to him. "Although, maybe you could find some answers at the top of the hill?"

He swept a claw into the distance - off on the city's edge, a creaky fence rimmed the town, and beyond it, a graveyard. Tombstones climbed higher and higher up the slope until, at the very top, a small shack sat surrounded by the moon. "There's an incessant caterwauling coming from there at all hours of the night. Perhaps it's contagious?"

Perhaps it was. At the least, it was worth checking out. "Thanks for the tip, uh... Sir Fluffybottom."

The wolf gasped, paw over his chest in offense. "That's Sir Fluffybottom Esquire to you, madam," he reprimanded, smacking her face with his tail as he sauntered off.

"Phhbt." Frazie spat the fur from her mouth, wiping off her tongue. Two minutes in and she'd already disrespected a lycanthrope. Neat. At least she'd gotten some info before sullying his honor. Spotting the path out of town in the distance, she gave Norville one last sympathetic glance before she ran off towards it.

Rusty gates loomed over her as she approached, gripping the bars. Thankfully, Norville's mind was a lot less obstructive than he was in real life, the gates opening outwards when she pushed with a loud creak. She stepped through the arch, heading for the graveyard beyond...

Only to jolt to a stop when something small whipped at her. A little cardboard cutout popped out of the wall with a clack. Startling, but not scary in the least — who could be afraid of the tiny green slime creature painted on it? It was cute. It was even smiling at her.

Scoffing, Frazie pushed past it. "Seriously? Who would be scared by any of this? This place is a joke." There must be some reason it all bothered Norville so much, and she intended to find out why.

She carried on her way, passing between the rows of gravestones on her march uphill. Behind her, the little caricature bounced back into place... its goofy grin deformed into a vicious, warped sneer, its hollow eyes slowly shifting sideways trying to watch her.


Of course, the typical riffraff was there to heckle her along the way. She actually sort of welcomed it... beating up baddies was far more interesting than the sudden swarms of bats and distant howls that tried and failed to startle her. Doubts and enhanced Regrets impeded her, and even Censors were getting in on the spooky spirit. "Noo!" they shouted at her, hiding themselves behind ghostly white sheets. Not hiding very well, mind you, with their trademark glasses still stuck on the front and their large noses pushing outwards through the cloth.

Frazie casually hip-bumped one into an open grave, ignoring its irritated cries as she neared the end of the kiddy frightfest. Just up ahead, the rickety old hut awaited her at the top of the hill, its door already partly open to welcome her.

When she approached, a familiar yet slightly different sound stirred up. A loud shout of fear, a few muffled sobs. Curious, she nudged open the door and peered inside. "Hello?"

The place was small, but homey. Windows let the moonlight wash over the wood floor, specks of dust dancing in the lunar glow. At the far side, pressed up against the corner of the room, was a small bed... its occupant ducking under the covers at the sight of her.

It was Norville again, but younger, shrunken down to size. Even in his youth, the boy was still large, forming a big lump beneath the blanket as he tried to hide.

"Easy," Frazie soothed, approaching one step at a time. "I'm not a threat, I swear. I just wanted to see what's bothering you."

Norville dared to peek at her, his voice squeakier yet no less warbly. "I-it's not you I'm a-afraid of..."

"Huh?"

In response, Norville's eyes flicked down towards the mattress. "I-I think there's something under the bed...!"

Frazie couldn't help but be reminded of Mirtala. It was practically a rite of passage, reassuring a younger sibling that their fears were just their imagination. She'd spent plenty of time holding her little sister close, helping soothe her to sleep until the girl finally realized monsters weren't real. Heck, she'd even had to do the same with Raz when he was younger... when she wasn't the one stirring up those fears, that is. Hey, she was younger too, cut her some slack.

Those fond memories dancing in her head, Frazie stepped close enough to sit at the end of Norville's bed, giving him space. "Hey... I know it's scary, but nothing here will hurt you. It's all just whistling wind, shadows, settling floorboards... there's no monsters. I promise."

He didn't seem all that reassured, still shivering beneath the sheets. "C-can... can you check?"

Frazie couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head. "Fine. But I'm telling you..." she said as she slid off the bed. "There's nothing down ther—"

She trailed off when she'd crouched low enough to actually check, squinting into the darkness beneath the mattress. "Huh...?"

"I-i-is there something down there?"

Frazie stuck her head into the gap, getting a closer look. "Yeah."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I KNEW IT! MONSTERS!"

"No, no!" Frazie quickly popped back out to calm him down. "There's no monsters under here. There's some kind of... passageway."

Norville hadn't been lying, though he hadn't been fully right, either. There WAS something under his bed... a long, dark tunnel that seemed to inexplicably extend further than the walls of the shack.

Wanting answers, Frazie ducked down again and started clambering into the hidden crevice. "I'm going to check it out."

"W-wait! What if they get you?" Norville whimpered up above. "Don't go!"

"I already told you," Frazie mumbled, scooting completely under the bed. "There's no such thing as monsters." She crawled further and further into the tunnel, until she finally realized the kid hadn't responded. "Norville?"

She glanced backwards. It was just as dark behind her now as it was ahead of her. She tried backing up, only to hit a wall.

The way back was gone.

Well, that was concerning. With no way to go but forward, Frazie resumed crawling, hoping little Norville wasn't freaking out after her sudden disappearance.

She shuffled forward, further and further into the shadows, until she finally felt the passage open up. She could stand, but she still couldn't see a thing no matter how much her eyes adjusted. Pitch black, as far as the eye could see. An idea coming to her, she held up a thumb, focusing her Pyrokinesis on the air around it.

Her digit burst into warm flame like a lighter, the heat psychically bent away from her skin to keep from actually harming her. It didn't provide much visibility, but at least she wouldn't be fumbling in the dark.

Taking a breath, she pressed onward into the unknown. She couldn't deny that the intense silence and the smothering shadows were starting to send a chill up her spine. Urging her nerves to shut up, she kept walking, finally finding a wall. She pressed a hand against its ripped wallpaper and walked along it, using the surface to guide her until she stepped into a new room.

Up above, Frazie could just barely make out the round frame of a chandelier. Sighing with relief, she refocused her Pyrokinesis on it instead.

It lit up easily enough... and as if it'd set off a chain reaction, more lights burst to life all around. Faint candlesticks ignited, lanterns clicked on, and she could see more chandeliers turning on out in the hall.

Well, the new lighting wasn't impressive either, much of the place still hidden in darkness. At least she could finally see properly. Frazie flicked off her flaming thumb, glancing around the shadowy room. She was inside some sort of manor, in a toy room in particular. All sorts of trinkets and playthings lay scattered around her... old rocking horses, eerily unblinking Victorian dolls, little wooden cars and trains. Off in the corner sat building blocks the size of her head, stacked up into a small seat for a little worn teddy bear.

A haunted mansion... how cliché. Still not scary. Feeling confident again, Frazie headed for the exit.

"Behind you."

Stopping on a dime, her head whipped back towards the sudden rasping voice, only to find nothing. It'd come from the gloom on the far side of the room, and she didn't notice anything in the dark... at first. Once she was looking, glowing orange eyes suddenly popped open, followed by a slowly spreading grin.

The quiet room was suddenly abuzz with the sound of shuffling and shifting, all of it coming from the shadows. Immediately on edge, Frazie's neck craned back and forth, trying to catch a glimpse of the familiar fiends now surrounding her. She remembered that haunting face.

Intrusive Thoughts.

Their black fur perfectly concealed them in the shadows. The primates prowled around her while she backed up towards the middle of the room, calling out to her in their typical taunting jeers.

"Over here!"

"Or maybe here...?"

"Danger could come from any angle."

"From anything."

"From anyone."

"There's always something lurking in the dark..."

Frazie was finally feeling nervous, but not because they were particularly terrifying... because they'd almost beaten her once before. But that was when she was just starting out. She'd grown and learned since then. Frazie braced herself, beckoning them forward.

It was time for a rematch.

The creatures struck first. A sudden screech rang from the corner before its owner pounced, its sharp tail flapping through the air as it soared towards her. She caught it before it could sink its teeth into her shoulder, twisting around to hurl it across the room.

Undeterred, its brethren joined the attack, launching at her from the dark. She did her best to keep up, kicking them away, halting their flight with a sudden ethereal fist to the face, but it was impossible to stop them all. There were too many, attacking all at once.

She wasn't going to let them trounce her again. Holding her ground at the center of the swarm, Frazie rekindled the fire in her heart, crouching down once it reached its peak. Releasing it all at once, she roared as searing heat burst around her, encasing her in a rapidly expanding dome of flames.

The unlucky monkeys that were still midflight screeched in unison as they collided with the inferno, their hair easily igniting. The room was soon filled with smoldering toys and howling Thoughts, the animals rolling around and throwing themselves to the ground desperately trying to put the blaze out.

The untouched monkeys growled from the shadows, still on the offensive... but if they wanted to attack unseen, Frazie could too. When the next one jumped, she ducked into Invisibility, leaving the confused critter swinging at thin air.

Intrusive Thoughts finally started to step from their hiding places, trying to sniff her out. But she got them before they got her... one primate suddenly felt a hand squeezing its tail as she popped up behind it, lifting it over her head to slam it to the ground. Wielding the dazed creature like a mace, Frazie swung it back and forth, batting away any Thought stupid enough to try and rescue it.

Soon enough, her makeshift weapon faded away from its wounds — by that point, she'd gotten the upper hand, the few surviving critters either singed or bruised. They growled and glared, but Frazie just smirked.

There would be no mercy... they hadn't had any for her. And she'd saved the best for last.

A question mark popped up in her palm. She lifted it to her mouth and ripped the larger part off with her teeth, hurling the dot at the injured troop like a grenade. One Thought caught it, the others crowding around to inspect the strange projectile.

They screeched in pained harmony when it went off, engulfing them with green energy. When it died down, the monkeys laid flat on the ground, eyes swirling, heads spinning. At least until one noticed another laying nearby and jumped at it.

Confusion made short work of them — they wrestled each other, snapping and swiping, doing the rest of the work for her. Frazie watched from the sideline with a big grin on her face. On the inside, she was cackling, enjoying the sight of her rivals beating each other up immensely.

The room fell eerily silent again as the last few succumbed to their injuries and faded away. Cheering, Frazie filled the void with her own noise, avenged at last. Oh, it felt good.

Basking in the victory, Frazie finally turned away, ready to explore the rest of the mansion...

Until she noticed something missing.

She could've just ignored it, but she couldn't help but notice that the teddy bear in the corner had vanished. Where'd it go? Did it get knocked away in the scuffle?

Thinking nothing of it, Frazie shrugged and carried on... until she felt something thick and wet splat against her shoulder. "Huh?"

She reached up and touched it, pulling her fingers away to find them glistening. Was it raining indoors? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that'd happened in a mental world. Perplexed, Frazie looked up.

Her heart almost stopped.

She was eye to tooth with a frightening sight. A maw of messily arranged fangs loomed over her, the knife-sized teeth rimmed by matted brown fur. The mouth could easily tear her head off in an instant. Below, bristling arms with scythelike claws dangled beside patchy overalls. The creature's eyes, now bulging and veiny, locked firmly on her.

Teddy was back, all grown up. And he was ugly.

Her voice froze in her throat, and her jaw trembled. It opened its mouth wider to roar. She opened hers wide to scream.

She was starting to see just what Norville was so afraid of.


Uh oh.

I've had this character planned for awhile, but it's pure coincidence I got the chance to work on him during October. Sometimes, things line up just right. Happy Halloween everyone!