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Oakhurst was quiet after it's last massacre, it hasn't seen humans in ages. And when humans finally did come back, it welcomed them with open arms.
Cold, bloodied, deathly arms.
But of course, how could it forget, under a now forgotten ruin of what once was a castle, lays a coffin. HIS coffin. Oh, how Oakhurst missed him.
Quiet can be quite boring after a while. So when the humans came back, it would only be fit for Oakhurst to offer their best. Even if their best may be a bit on the occult side.
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Waking up from a 600 year nap completely without food, decent clothing, or any type of real knowledge of how the fuck he got there wasn't on his bingo card. But, nothing ever goes to plan now does it.
Yet, even after all these years, kicking the lid off his would-be cage was only a bit harder than usual.
Scott had no intention of staying in this dumb, so naturally he found himself drifting towards a familiar place outside the cripit. His castle. Or what's left if it at least.
He's so going to rant about this for a long while to Louis after he finds him. For some reason the bond seems to think Louis is dead. It's not like that surprising after all this time. But, what is surprising that he can still smell him nearby, somewhere. We'll that's a matter for future Scott, present Scott has a town to annoy, whether humans are their or not.
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"Well this place has seen better days," Scott mutters, like on a stroll through his old place. Good times.
"Your...twisted one..."
"....don't..."
Seems like Oakhurst still has humans.
"Let me guess your also new," the gingers say, clearly annoyed.
Or not, atleast not for long anyways.
"I mean, I was just walking down the path yeah. Do you live here? I'd be surprised," Scott inquires.
"NO one is from here, no one is from here" Mr. Wedding gown responds, a better word would be grumbled though.
"I will say if someone did live here I would be worried," Scott says.
"They would need an immense amount of DIY help," Mr. Wedding gown respons once again.
"And, maybe spiritual guidance, cause the choice to stay here if this is what you lived. My god,"
By that time Scott had already tuned out the rest of their conversation. Blah blah blah beacon blah blah blah surgery, that kind of stuff. But Scott would like to know what a "Bigfoot" is. Does someone have big feet or is it just one gigantic foot? And before he forgets, he was a able to put a name to a face. The fake noble was Martyn, probably stole the outfit he's wearing, though no self respecting noble would wear that trash. Mr. Wedding gown was actually wearing dotor robes, likely story, his name was Legundo and asked to be called Legs. Weird name, but okay. And the hotheaded ginger was Cleo, she would make for a fine noble for sassy, yet confident banter. But, for the circumstance that is Oakhursrt dosent seem to be housing noble balls at the moment, oh well.
After asking about the other groups of hum-people... people. Apparently, they were all lunatics, not a wonderful reputation, but a reputation none the less.
Turning around, Scott finds another person joining the conversation. A sexy butler. Raven black hair, gorgeous brown eyes, pristine white gloves, abouslutly divine ruby earrings, an immaculate body that's so lean and perfect-NO! Bad Scott! No simping for the sexy butler. We do that later.
"Are you the one with the big foot?" Scott asks like he didn't spend a wonderful second being down bad for the sexy butler, he later found out his name was Abolish.
"No, I think that's one of the others," says the sexy butler.
Once again, Scott tunes out the rest of the conversation, to busy admiring the sexy butler. They were a butler but not a butler at the same time, doesn't matter, still sexy.
It seemed like more humans were coming over-one of of them has a stake. A stake, out in the open, like some sort of mad man! Yeah no, as much as he loved the I candy in front of him, he wasn't dealing with that. Scott practically teleported away to the group of so called lunatics to get away from that man. Whoever was walking with him, thoughts and prayers.
Cleo was right about the other group being lunatics. Some one was from the bloody military, another had a cursed tongue, one reeks of a of mutt as well as trauma dumping about their dead family. In that order their names were Apo, Ren, and Pearl. Though he did find interest in Shelby, the famous Bigfoot girl. But, before he noticed he was dragged back the other group with Shebly and was pushed into the tower with the beacon.
As soon as Scott entered the tower, the beacon being consecrated by the humans flickered from its almost complete orange glow and changed between many colors before finally setting on a deep, cold, blood-red.
It'll be a long but wonderful experience back in Oakhurst, that's for sure.