“…Yes, I think that’ll be enough souls. Now then, let’s go to work.”
((My first cross-muse Inktober! Between this blog and @infernal-feline-of-heck , it seems these two terrible toothy characters are exchanging a bottle full of ethereal spirits for a service of some kind? What service, and who is paying who? You decide!))
((I mentioned before that the Repairman is cartoonishly allergic to white-out, but I didn’t mention that his reactions take any form, seemingly at random, but always an inconvenience to him. Rashes, fits of sneezing, sudden hot or cold feelings, or swelling, as shown here.
Also this was drawn a day late ‘cause of seasonal-allergy-related fatigue.))
You know, I never thought about ocs having allergies. I mean, I know that would help build character, but at the same time it feels like it would be pointless- at least story wise?
I wonder how one even goes about delegating who gets what allergy (if any). Like, for Blobbert, that makes sense- and such a cute idea, btw. But for a normal human? Do I need to study on this or would it make as much difference if I reached in a bag and drew out a random allergy?
Thats interesting, cause I didnt take Marie to be the type that fusses in front a mirror. I figured she be like her work ethic- Efficient, though hastened craftsmanship.
Of course, you know how Sileas is. She’ll spend hours upon hours in front of the mirror- days, if necessary. She wasnt always like that, however. In her days as a human, she was pretty nonchalant about her looks. It was never deemed important to her untill it came time to give her hand in marriage.
Her suitor drove a hard bargain, but in the end, he only gave Sileas’ father half of an expected dowry- “Shes too plain for a full payment,” he argued. Her father was furious at Sileas, she didnt try hard enough! Now how was the family going to make it through the winter??
((Is it fair to call a baby weak? Heck no! In fact, I think it says something about Junior’s strength that he’s trying his hardest to solve a block puzzle his still-developing muscles just can’t do! I imagine when he’s all grown up he’ll be remarkably strong in both spirit AND body.))
“Oh, erm, I think there’s a crack in that house over there, heh…”
Marie turned to look at her brother, then back to the house. Past the rusty spiked fence, past the carefully trimmed brambles, and past the looming dead trees, she could see the silhouette of an asymmetrical three-story house. Some parts were tall, some short, some round, but overall, the house was very evenly broken. The flickering orange light on the porch only added to that, as the blobs could not only see the holes on the steps to the doorway, but also how haphazardly the door was thrown aside. The gaping hole where the door frame once stood spoke volumes.
The Repairman had to take some extra effort to keep from smiling, especially since his Baman costume even emulated the weird sausage-mouth the character had. This was quintessential Halloween, and it was lucky that there really was a fourth wall break somewhere on the third floor. This would be a perfect introduction for Marie!
Cat Slime, meanwhile, was grateful his Catbert costume came with white spectacles. He didn’t need his owners to see his eyes darting every which way, and he hoped they didn’t hear his whimpering. He could swear he heard voices in the wind, and thunder rumbling in the distance…
Marie yelped as she felt something dart under her black wig. She grabbed her makeshift halo reflexively, and finally relaxed when she heard squeaking from on top of her head. She reached up and brought Cat Slime down into her arms. Cat Slime grinned sheepishly, while Marie fixed her Alice Angel costume.
“R-Repairman, are you s-sure about this…?”
The Repairman turned around, to see his sister and his pet huddling together, looking up at the mansion with wide eyes and noticeable shivers.
“Hey now,” he said, gently patting Marie on the back and stroking Cat Slime’s hair, “there’s nothing to worry about. Sure, there are ghosts and bats and maybe vampires, but it’s Halloween! We’ll be laughing about this tomorrow, if anything happens!”
Marie gulped, and then nodded. After a moment or two, both her and Cat Slime gathered themselves and followed her brother into the house.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 