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Among the many things that remained active during that moonless night, a gust of wind or even gentle breeze was absent from the sky. The air was a particular kind of thick, and Arno could feel a sticky heat seep its way down into his felt while the tips of his fur remained oddly cool. It was a feeling that set him on edge and made him more restless than normal: if that was even possible. Scattered trees across the land ached and groaned from fatigue, their limbs quivering in fear from the darkness that had consumed the night. Only the flicking tail of a tiny little tom-cat broke the ominous tranquility that possessed the space around him. Resisting the faint urge to return to the coziness of his nest, a certain longing and curiousness was pulling him into the night. Thin little legs took long bounding strides in the direction of the trees, his eccentric curiosity masking the doubts that threatened to creep into his mind. Ignoring the concern inside of him was easy, perhaps not as easy as paying heed to the worries rightfully attempting to strike at him, but easy for a cat like Arno.

Excitement pricked his step and rendered him incapable of paying much heed to his surroundings. Dusty blue eyes relentlessly scoured the trees in front of him, flashing with the foolish ambition of a young cat desperate to discover something worthwhile. For what seemed like a lifetime - or probably closer to a handful of minutes - Arno kept up this pace, until at last he sprung free of the cover of the trees and was forced to grind at a stop at what seemed to be a cliff. Panic flooded through him as his paws skid and claws lurched into the ground to gain traction, desperately pushing what weight he had against the earth. Without an inch to spare he stumbled to a shaky halt, loose rocks and bits of grass ripping away and falling mercilessly into the darkness below. 'What the...? I don't remember this being here.... a frown crossed his features and he slowly peered over the edge, the debris plummeting further and further away until they all but vanished from sight. Arno breathed a sigh of relief and took several steps away from the cliff, feeling briefly downcast that he had had paid so little attention and almost met his end.

"...w...ould your En...D...be so bAD?"

Venomous and unfamiliar words struck at Arno's soul, seeming to come from every direction at once and forcing his heart to start picking up its pace. His dainty legs twitched and staggered as he stepped over himself multiple times to try and find the source of his tormentor, fear only barely gracing his expression until his face steeled to a determined smirk. The sticky heat he had felt before seemed somewhat stronger now, as if this unknown enemy was the source and he had unwillingly followed it right into its lair. Even so, his chin lifted and his whiskered quivered, not with fear, but with something akin to cocky amusement. A quiet snickering breathed from the dark pointed cat, until it slowly evolved into unrestrained laughing. A disgruntled noise emitted from the growing shadows around him, seemingly offended or even confused.

"...yo...u...l a U G H...at the thought...o f a fOOL'S D E A TH!"

Genuine confidence reflected in Arno's half-opened eyes, and he tilted his head to give more effect to the smirk he'd chosen to respond with. His enemy, enraged that the tiny cat had refused to speak back, slowly materialized, dripping an unknown substance from its paws and flickering with a black fire that danced across its form. A grotesque grin stretched abnormally across its face, more of the odd flame spilling out and lapping greedily at the air, while dark spikes shoved out of its back with sickening creaks.

"Finally, you piece of shit! Don't expect an answer unless you properly introduce yourself!"

Arno's loud voice split the heavy mood and his enemy's own twisted cackle screeched in response. Piercing red eyes shivered into existence, glowing with absolute hate and hunger. Something within Arno faltered for a moment, a sense of alarm that had appeared when his enemy first confronted him and now was increasing exponentially despite his words. 'Has this happened before?'

"...thi...ssss....happens...evER Y tImE...ha hA H a H A HA HA H A HA!"

"What happens?! Explain yourself!"

"...ther...e....is no point...iN rEPeaTInG mys e l f....ha...h...a..."

No last word could be given by the ever-bold apprentice, for in a burst of movement pain flooded into his chest and throughout his entire body until he could no longer recognize the screaming as his own. In the next sickening moment, he felt pressure on his neck, heard the crunch of bone, and saw nothing.
________

Arno's eyes shot open in wild panic as his body trembled uncontrollably, desperately pressing his paws against his neck to make sure that he was still intact and very much alive. A cold sweat had possessed him, and his breathing was hectic. Heart still pounding hard, he pushed himself up from his nest and into the open air. Above, a lonely moon attempted to give off more than a small glimmer of light, but it was better than nothing. He settled into a comfortable sitting position and breathed a slow sigh of relief, 'Only a bad dream...' The fact he was still having these nightmares annoyed him, despising that the Ashen as he now knew them infiltrated his very subconscious due to his upbringing without the protection of Safe Haven. It was a dream he had had before, being killed by an Ashen, and it always shook him up. Each and every time it always felt so real, but he had been assured multiple times that such traumatic things usually did feel very real.

'That 'Ashen' in my dream wasn't even real, no Ashen look like that. I don't even know why I was so scared, not cool at all. At this rate I'll never get anyone important's attention...' With a frustrated huff he rubbed his ears with a paw and waited until his pulse calmed before standing up and making his way back to his nest.

"Only a bad dream..."

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Wow! My very first submission to oSaC and I'm like, super excited about it because I got such an inspiration from Undertale for the construction of the piece and the entire creepy scenario going on with the story! Now the written part is kind of more for fun Arno does suffer from nightmares about Ashen, but he doesn't want to tell anyone about them because he's sure they'll start going away. Ever since coming to Safe Haven they haven't been so bad but he'll get better for sure after a while.

Ahh I'm super nervous I hope this is good all of the art in this group is bae omg

Word count for this is 1,051

Description

Among the many things that remained active during that moonless night, a gust of wind or even gentle breeze was absent from the sky. The air was a particular kind of thick, and Arno could feel a sticky heat seep its way down into his felt while the tips of his fur remained oddly cool. It was a feeling that set him on edge and made him more restless than normal: if that was even possible. Scattered trees across the land ached and groaned from fatigue, their limbs quivering in fear from the darkness that had consumed the night. Only the flicking tail of a tiny little tom-cat broke the ominous tranquility that possessed the space around him. Resisting the faint urge to return to the coziness of his nest, a certain longing and curiousness was pulling him into the night. Thin little legs took long bounding strides in the direction of the trees, his eccentric curiosity masking the doubts that threatened to creep into his mind. Ignoring the concern inside of him was easy, perhaps not as easy as paying heed to the worries rightfully attempting to strike at him, but easy for a cat like Arno.

Excitement pricked his step and rendered him incapable of paying much heed to his surroundings. Dusty blue eyes relentlessly scoured the trees in front of him, flashing with the foolish ambition of a young cat desperate to discover something worthwhile. For what seemed like a lifetime - or probably closer to a handful of minutes - Arno kept up this pace, until at last he sprung free of the cover of the trees and was forced to grind at a stop at what seemed to be a cliff. Panic flooded through him as his paws skid and claws lurched into the ground to gain traction, desperately pushing what weight he had against the earth. Without an inch to spare he stumbled to a shaky halt, loose rocks and bits of grass ripping away and falling mercilessly into the darkness below. 'What the...? I don't remember this being here.... a frown crossed his features and he slowly peered over the edge, the debris plummeting further and further away until they all but vanished from sight. Arno breathed a sigh of relief and took several steps away from the cliff, feeling briefly downcast that he had had paid so little attention and almost met his end.

"...w...ould your En...D...be so bAD?"

Venomous and unfamiliar words struck at Arno's soul, seeming to come from every direction at once and forcing his heart to start picking up its pace. His dainty legs twitched and staggered as he stepped over himself multiple times to try and find the source of his tormentor, fear only barely gracing his expression until his face steeled to a determined smirk. The sticky heat he had felt before seemed somewhat stronger now, as if this unknown enemy was the source and he had unwillingly followed it right into its lair. Even so, his chin lifted and his whiskered quivered, not with fear, but with something akin to cocky amusement. A quiet snickering breathed from the dark pointed cat, until it slowly evolved into unrestrained laughing. A disgruntled noise emitted from the growing shadows around him, seemingly offended or even confused.

"...yo...u...l a U G H...at the thought...o f a fOOL'S D E A TH!"

Genuine confidence reflected in Arno's half-opened eyes, and he tilted his head to give more effect to the smirk he'd chosen to respond with. His enemy, enraged that the tiny cat had refused to speak back, slowly materialized, dripping an unknown substance from its paws and flickering with a black fire that danced across its form. A grotesque grin stretched abnormally across its face, more of the odd flame spilling out and lapping greedily at the air, while dark spikes shoved out of its back with sickening creaks.

"Finally, you piece of shit! Don't expect an answer unless you properly introduce yourself!"

Arno's loud voice split the heavy mood and his enemy's own twisted cackle screeched in response. Piercing red eyes shivered into existence, glowing with absolute hate and hunger. Something within Arno faltered for a moment, a sense of alarm that had appeared when his enemy first confronted him and now was increasing exponentially despite his words. 'Has this happened before?'

"...thi...ssss....happens...evER Y tImE...ha hA H a H A HA HA H A HA!"

"What happens?! Explain yourself!"

"...ther...e....is no point...iN rEPeaTInG mys e l f....ha...h...a..."

No last word could be given by the ever-bold apprentice, for in a burst of movement pain flooded into his chest and throughout his entire body until he could no longer recognize the screaming as his own. In the next sickening moment, he felt pressure on his neck, heard the crunch of bone, and saw nothing.
________

Arno's eyes shot open in wild panic as his body trembled uncontrollably, desperately pressing his paws against his neck to make sure that he was still intact and very much alive. A cold sweat had possessed him, and his breathing was hectic. Heart still pounding hard, he pushed himself up from his nest and into the open air. Above, a lonely moon attempted to give off more than a small glimmer of light, but it was better than nothing. He settled into a comfortable sitting position and breathed a slow sigh of relief, 'Only a bad dream...' The fact he was still having these nightmares annoyed him, despising that the Ashen as he now knew them infiltrated his very subconscious due to his upbringing without the protection of Safe Haven. It was a dream he had had before, being killed by an Ashen, and it always shook him up. Each and every time it always felt so real, but he had been assured multiple times that such traumatic things usually did feel very real.

'That 'Ashen' in my dream wasn't even real, no Ashen look like that. I don't even know why I was so scared, not cool at all. At this rate I'll never get anyone important's attention...' With a frustrated huff he rubbed his ears with a paw and waited until his pulse calmed before standing up and making his way back to his nest.

"Only a bad dream..."

...

......

►Continue ►Reset

Wow! My very first submission to oSaC and I'm like, super excited about it because I got such an inspiration from Undertale for the construction of the piece and the entire creepy scenario going on with the story! Now the written part is kind of more for fun Arno does suffer from nightmares about Ashen, but he doesn't want to tell anyone about them because he's sure they'll start going away. Ever since coming to Safe Haven they haven't been so bad but he'll get better for sure after a while.

Ahh I'm super nervous I hope this is good all of the art in this group is bae omg

Word count for this is 1,051