things that go BZT@&#!+(>?@# in the night

[shoggothed.livejournal.com]

Who: Raistlin Majere and Saya
What: A shoggoth pays a visit to a wizard for the lulz, but might get more than she bargained for.
When: Tonight!
Where: Raistlin's pad.
Rating: PG? Not sure. Will update as needed!



How boring this place was, Saya thought. Slipping into the darkness of the nighttime castle, her tiny, bare feet were chilled by the stone floor as she padded across her room to the door. As was her nightly ritual, the abomination mainly took to the castle grounds at night, finding it not only easier to hunt, but easier to meet some of the more interesting people of Cair Paradisa. Truly, she wasn't the only monster who claimed the night for herself, and tonight, Saya had plans. The smell of rotting meat filled the corridors as her flesh fell from her body, revealing the burbling, undulating creature beneath. Long, dripping tendrils allowed it to grasp the ceiling with ease, the beast's preferred method of travel. It was easier to sneak up on people that way.

Back in Nasu, Saya spent lonely nights at the hospital playing this game with the mental patients. To call their reactions "amusing" was an understatement. No, Saya probably craved that fear, feeding off of it and deriving some sort of sick, twisted pleasure in watching their horror-stricken faces as they lost whatever remaining bits of sanity they had left. It was a fun game. Why not try it out here? What kind of faces would the people of this place make when they see her? She had to find out.

The gelatinous flesh (of the part that was probably her head) split, exposing rows of long, crooked teeth. The beast gurgled quietly, a rolling laughter as foul as her stench--

Here's a door. The beast's body stretched thin enough to seep through the cracks in the door frame, spreading across the ceiling of the room and collecting itself into the fleshy blob from before.

Wonder what we'll find here?

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[abletothink.livejournal.com]

At the end of the sixth floor? A slumbering mage, actually.

Raistlin's black robes hung from the open door of the wardrobe, the Staff of Magius leaning next to the bedframe, glowing faintly in the light from the fireplace he'd appropriated. The mage himself lay tangled in the blankets, moving slightly in his sleep, his white hair splayed across the pillow.

sorry for the delay!

[shoggothed.livejournal.com]

Twisting, writhing tentacles pulled her shapeless form across the ceiling, until she was hovering over the sleeping mage. Large, round eyes blinked on various parts of her fleshy body, peering down at him.

How cute.

<3 It's all good!

[abletothink.livejournal.com]

He murmured slightly in his sleep, a thin sheen of sweat making his golden skin glisten as thin fingers clutched at the bedsheets. The words weren't English, or even Common - sleep-garbled fragments of the language of magic.