The Old Farm

"Yeah I would've kept it up if his Keeper wasn't the strongest being in the under realm. I don't want that on my ass. Going against Stick-in-the-Mud is one thing, going against Zalgo is another" he said but when he heard his next question he thought for a moment. "Uh... Call me Evan" he said and tipped the edge of his white fedora down.

Skinface nodded. "Eh. Wouldn't want that." He meowed, shrugging. "I'm Louis. Everyone calls me Skinface for obvious reasons." He said, flicking his tail.

(Vae ran off to the Marsh, I'm guessing that's who he's pointing to)

(o-o DERP Let me fix that...)

"I see. When I feel I can give you my full trust then I reveal my real name. Evan here--" he pointed to his body "--Is just a host. All the awesomeness is on the inside" he said with a smirk. "I'm not a demon, but a... Loathsome Entity" he said, carefully wording his phrases.

Skinface tilted his head slightly. "I won't ask anymore questions..." He murmured, although he was dying for more answers. "I guess I should be on my way. A certain bridge is calling my name." He meowed, before disappearing in a burst of flames.

"If ya need me just call my name and hope I'm not too busy inflicting pain" he chuckled before he disappeared in flames.

Angel's tip of her tail twitched as her icy blue eyes looked around the farm I may be pretty... but im evil deep inside she smirked at that thought as she curled up and pressed her tail neatly on her paws and drifted to sleep (Btw I forgot to say but Angel is based on my sister :/ since she really is mental and she did beat me for no reason while I was watching tv and I asked her what type of cat she would had and thats why Angel looks like that xD)

Suddenly HABIT's figure appeared at the entrance. The tom's hard icy blue eyes trailed around the Barn for Rabbit#001. He set down two boxes, both sealed in purple tape as always.

Vaermina walked back into the barn, looking utterly defeated and covered in mud. Upon seeing Habit she smiled, "Here's some decent company!" she meowed as she began to trot forward.

"Is it now?" HABIT grinned, his icy gaze meeting hers. His machete hanged by a loop at the end around his neck. It was the same one that stabbed Sorrow's neck, and was still stained in black blood.

"You'll have to teach me how to use mine sometime.." she said as she glanced at his machete. "What do I do today?" she asked happily.

"Your prize is a lesson that you will be happy to know. Now, I'm going to attack you, defend yourself the best you can" he said and suddenly lunged at Vaermina, machete now in his jaws and poised at her.

Vaermina rolled to the side and attempted to rapidly slash anywhere that she could reach.

Suddenly he disspeared in thin air, and reappeared behind her. He swerved, kicking out his hind legs in an attempt at knocking her hind legs out from under her.

Vaermina fell on her side with an 'oomph' before quickly rolling to her feet and spinning around to face Habit. She made an attempt at grabbibing the sides of his head before letting out an earsplitting screech in his ear.

Suddenly his white body fell to the floor, and exhaled "Wanna play the roar game? I can play" he laughed before his white form went completely limp. Suddenly the barn was filled with deep purple smoke, and a rumbling roar echoed through the entire building, making it shake and bales of hay fall over.

Vaermina laid her ears back as the smoke appeared before growling. As soon as the roar began she pressed herself to the ground and held her paws over her ears.

His cackling laugh echoed before suddenly all the smoke surrounded the white body and seemed to absorb into the white fur. Before long the white form had vanished and reappeared in from of her. He chuckled "Pretty cool huh? Its good to be dead" he grinned darkly. "You'll be ready to meet her soon" he said.

As the roaring stopped the she-cat stood back up. After shaking out her fur she simply said "Yeah, cool.." rathe uninthusiasticly before grumbling and shaking her head a couple more times. "So.. may I read whatever's in the box?"

"We'll practice later, but first, what's in the box is important to a situation you will be put in soon. So, read carefully. There are 20 rabbits remaining, 6 that I like and one that I am rooting for completely" he said and slid the two boxes over to her. In the box was a smaller throwing knife, once again, the handle covered In purple tape. There was also a picture in it. It was a picture of a small kit. The picture was black and white, so pelt colors were undetermined. But it looked striped and spotted. The kit was hunched over crying, below her was two figures. One an adult cat with its throat ripped out and the next another kit with its neck sliced open. The spotted and striped kit's paws and muzzle were soaked in what looks like blood. "Ain't she cute?" HABIT said with a grin.that was only the first box. The second one held a large price of paper that read as always in capitals "FOR GAINING THE TITLE 'WARREN HESTER' YOU HABE BEEN GRANTED IMMUNITY FOR THIS ROUND. ENJOY IT FOR NOW, WHILE THE OTHER RABBITS STRUGGLE EITH THEIR TASKS. -REGARDS" at the bottom was HABIT's symbol. There were a few notes, one read "A small kit came to us today, the poor soul. She has multiple disorders and has said a voice named 'Mr.H' talks to her and sometimes controls her. Having had Skitzophrenia before, I knew hearing voices was one of the mental illnesse's many 'treasures' and quickly shrugged it off. I wish we could help her". The next note read "The poor thing had a panic attack, saying she had seen Mr.H standing in the corner and had told her she was going to die. I'm going to get her through this, but I can't help but wonder, is he real?" The rest of the words were scribbled away and unlegible.

Vaermina looked the picture over carefully, trying to imagine the kit's colors before nodding and opening up the second box. "Well, the immunity's nice.." she murmured before reading the note. She put everything back where it was and grabbed the throwing knife. She studied it for a bit, trying to figure out how she could use it. She looked down at her paws and wiggled her extra toe, reaching over and grabbing the knife. "Well, if I work on it I may be able to actually throw this." she laughed.

"Like this?" HABIT pulled out his own, twisted, and sent the knife flying. The knife went through a sparrow's neck squarely and made it jab against the wall. HABIT laughed as the bird struggled before dying. "I love these things" he grinned, twirling the machete's handle through his paws expertly. "I can't wait to teach her" he grinned, not speaking of anyone specifically.

"Well, Mr.H..." she laughed "Are you gonna eat that?" she pointed at the sparrow with her tail, almost drooling. She hadn't eaten in days. It was hard to believe that she lived in a barn crawling with mice and forgot to eat half the time.

"Me? I don't need to eat. With the exception of sometimes being a cannibal and eating kits, but that's because kit's flesh is awesome. Not because I was hungry" he said with a shrug. "Go ahead i don't care" he said and pulled the knife out of the wall that was lodged through the bird's neck. The sparrow fell to the floor. He twirled the throwing knife between his toes "Mr.H is a cover name so they don't know who I am" he said as he twirled the knife between his toes.