Post by steppinoff on Dec 11, 2023 1:19:30 GMT
The room is dark, with but a small portal of light emitted from behind the camera. In the background the sound of an ancient grandfather clock can be heard.
Tick
Tock
The sound is off putting, as each tick and tock is coming late, perhaps half a second to late. Not enough to be obviously notable. But enough that the difference makes your skin crawl.
Tick
Tock
Even the light seems faintly off, some strange shade to it, leaving a sickly hue. Those with a keen eye may sense movement in the darkness outside of the halo.
“I was forsaken.”
Tick
“My accomplishments overlooked.”
Tock
“My body shattered for this company.”
Tick
“My lessers building themselves off the work I had done.”
Tock
More movement in the background, a shape almost discernable in the shadows as the sound of shuffling can be heard. The clock continues it’s eerily delayed marking of time.
“When I returned, there was a new field before me. But they all cast me aside. They doubted me. Those making the rules set me up for failure. Putting me in positions of weakness. Because they feared me. You all feared me.”
More movement in the background. Do your eyes pick out more than one? Is that the sound of shuffling footsteps, or is it a strange slithering.
“Carolina.”
Tick
Tock
“Many times we have faced and every time you have lost. Do you think this will be different? Did not your own rise occur while stepping off my shattered body?”
More movement in the shadows, teasing at the very edge of the light. The sounds of movement continue, growing in intensity.
“You beat Shelly yes, a meer 30 days after I brought her the greatest fight she had experienced. The first time she was beaten, even if it was only fleeting. Do you truly think you earned it? I am sure you do, because you are a foolish girl, led by fools. The blind leading the blind.”
Tick
Tock
“I competed at a level that the so called legends of this sport would neglect to face me on, no matter how many times they were invited. They feared the Challenges of facing me. All were welcome to face me. Some I begged. At least you stepped up. For which you have some amount of respect.”
Tick
Tock
“The scales have been removed. My shackles tossed aside. I invite you to have the same. The weight of your ‘mentors’ hang around your neck. They drag you down. I offer you the chance that I was given. To free yourself. I know you won’t take it though. You will not accept it. Because you are weak.”
Tick
Tock
“Two times before I was in Heiress to the Throne. Two times before I have failed. But there is no more worthy person to be Heiress. Who has come close to Brooklyn’s accolades? Who has stepped up as her successor, but me? Now the weight has been lifted. I am free to soar with my flock. I am ready to take my place, the Diamond Empress once again.”
Tick
Tock
BONG
The Grandfather clocks strikes the hour, the sound of it’s bell reverberating the camera and causing feedback in the sound. A face looms, one that looks like Virginia. But a mask covers the lower half of her face, a mask of an open maw filled with teeth. One eye red, the other Yellow gazes disdainfully at the screen.
BONG
“It is my time. It is the Murder’s time. You will be the first to fall, Carolina.”
BONG
“As you always have.”
BONG
The final strike of the clock causes static to fill the field. All the while, an almost unhinged laughter can be heard. Growing in pitch as each chime from the ancient clock can be heard. Each strike of the bell and the laughter rises in pitch as the distortion increases until it is to much and the camera feed eventually overloads and shuts off.
Tick
Tock
The sound is off putting, as each tick and tock is coming late, perhaps half a second to late. Not enough to be obviously notable. But enough that the difference makes your skin crawl.
Tick
Tock
Even the light seems faintly off, some strange shade to it, leaving a sickly hue. Those with a keen eye may sense movement in the darkness outside of the halo.
“I was forsaken.”
Tick
“My accomplishments overlooked.”
Tock
“My body shattered for this company.”
Tick
“My lessers building themselves off the work I had done.”
Tock
More movement in the background, a shape almost discernable in the shadows as the sound of shuffling can be heard. The clock continues it’s eerily delayed marking of time.
“When I returned, there was a new field before me. But they all cast me aside. They doubted me. Those making the rules set me up for failure. Putting me in positions of weakness. Because they feared me. You all feared me.”
More movement in the background. Do your eyes pick out more than one? Is that the sound of shuffling footsteps, or is it a strange slithering.
“Carolina.”
Tick
Tock
“Many times we have faced and every time you have lost. Do you think this will be different? Did not your own rise occur while stepping off my shattered body?”
More movement in the shadows, teasing at the very edge of the light. The sounds of movement continue, growing in intensity.
“You beat Shelly yes, a meer 30 days after I brought her the greatest fight she had experienced. The first time she was beaten, even if it was only fleeting. Do you truly think you earned it? I am sure you do, because you are a foolish girl, led by fools. The blind leading the blind.”
Tick
Tock
“I competed at a level that the so called legends of this sport would neglect to face me on, no matter how many times they were invited. They feared the Challenges of facing me. All were welcome to face me. Some I begged. At least you stepped up. For which you have some amount of respect.”
Tick
Tock
“The scales have been removed. My shackles tossed aside. I invite you to have the same. The weight of your ‘mentors’ hang around your neck. They drag you down. I offer you the chance that I was given. To free yourself. I know you won’t take it though. You will not accept it. Because you are weak.”
Tick
Tock
“Two times before I was in Heiress to the Throne. Two times before I have failed. But there is no more worthy person to be Heiress. Who has come close to Brooklyn’s accolades? Who has stepped up as her successor, but me? Now the weight has been lifted. I am free to soar with my flock. I am ready to take my place, the Diamond Empress once again.”
Tick
Tock
BONG
The Grandfather clocks strikes the hour, the sound of it’s bell reverberating the camera and causing feedback in the sound. A face looms, one that looks like Virginia. But a mask covers the lower half of her face, a mask of an open maw filled with teeth. One eye red, the other Yellow gazes disdainfully at the screen.
BONG
“It is my time. It is the Murder’s time. You will be the first to fall, Carolina.”
BONG
“As you always have.”
BONG
The final strike of the clock causes static to fill the field. All the while, an almost unhinged laughter can be heard. Growing in pitch as each chime from the ancient clock can be heard. Each strike of the bell and the laughter rises in pitch as the distortion increases until it is to much and the camera feed eventually overloads and shuts off.
Well howdy there pardner.