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#((and just investigating; to her the house is probably like a really weird cave/grotto))
theheadlessgroom · 1 year
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As soon as Morgan came into the room, Randall immediately got between him and Emily, out of a fear that the pianist would try to hurt her, but instead, Morgan just reached out and grabbed at Randall himself, grabbing him by the lapels and pushing him up against the walls, slamming him, all the while Randall himself tried to scramble away, to get out of his grasp, eyes wide with terror.
“Why?! Why her?!” Morgan bellowed as Randall, having briefly gotten away, tried to get back to Emily and open the passageway so that they might escape, but before he could, he was once again snatched up by the pianist, who slammed him once again into the wall, dazing him as Morgan kept him pinned there, demanding, “Leave her! She is nothing more than a twittering, empty-headed little ballerina-she doesn’t deserve your great tutelage! But I do! Teach me instead! I will be your great pupil, not her!”
“Let me go!” Randall cried, the fear continuing to grip him as he and Morgan continued to grapple, with the former trying to break loose and rush back to Emily, while the latter maintained an iron-clad grip on him, clearly refusing to take “no” for an answer. In the scuffle, Morgan’s hand clapped onto Randall’s mask, beginning to pull it away as he hissed, “You’re no ghost, you’re nothing but a...MAN?!”
Although Randall had tried to hide his face as quickly as he could, Thaddeus still got to see it in all of its deaths head glory-the sallow cheeks, the sunken eyes, the hole where a nose should be, all of it. It was not the face of a ghost nor a man, and certainly not the face of an angel. Thaddeus froze, face twisting in horror and disgust as he whispered hoarsely, horrified, “Y-You’re a demon!”
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