SirenCymbaline

"I'm Bettie. Capatalist scum, pop idol export from Hell. It's sweet to meetcha." she said, voice like honey. She already had her drink, but she leaned over the bartop gratuitously ...

Bettie sipped at her diet crocodile stomach acid, content. "They have blood. No need to be shy." She said to the poor vampire woman. "I can smell it. Juuust under ...

Boris caved in. He hugged Damascus back. “I’m- I’m happy too.” he said. He grabbed on tighter. He hid his face behind Damascus’ head. “Don’t leave again.” Boris insisted. “Whatever ...

Maybe now that Marciella had heard about Baba, now she'd be willing to talk about herself? Baba hoped so. "What are they like? Where do they live?" Baba asked, beginning ...

“Oh,” said Bettie, after Tobias had fled, “He’s shy, for a host.” Her voice was sympathetic, but the amused curl of her lip threw it off. “It’s you.” said Guy, ...

Baba perked right up. They loved talking about their family. "Yeah, I got one! I started out as an old skeleton, what Mr MacGregor the wolfman found on the barn ...

Baba sat cross legged, and leaned in. Baba was learning a lot.

"Baba," said Baba, still partially under the rug. They hoisted themselves up off the floor, and brushed several kilograms of dust off of their tatty overalls, leaving a fuzzy grey ...

Boris stepped back, white as a page. Stupid Schadel. Why'd she bring it back with her? Boris, tired from all the scares of the past few hours, was too worn ...

Baba the Scarecrow child did not come through the door. They may not have even been invited. They simply erupted from a dusty trapdoor under the rug, and wriggled out ...

Siren opened her eyes wide. "You spake the name. Maybe, he heard you." She dropped the ghost hunting supplies on the ground, so she could spookily wriggle her fingers. "Now, ...

There were as many Boris Dietrichs as he needed there to be. There was the affable, honest man, the gentleman that worked at the post office, aided the constables, donated ...

Boris was tired of being frightened. Everyone was lost, everyone was bears, and everyone wasn't bears. Bears bears bears. He'd gone to lengths to convince himself there weren't any, only ...

Siren nodded at Rose, and relaxed. She put a clammy, slightly floury hand on her head to show her appreciation. Oh. She still hadn't introduced herself to Isaac, had she? ...

Siren shoved the flour back in the crate, slapped the crooked lid back on top, and stood straight at attention. Had opening the crates been Rose's idea? Siren couldn't remember, ...