Bloodmoon and Harvestmoon
by @mytypeistraumatized
The scene is not the clean, bright Daycare, but a shadowy, forgotten corner of the Pizzaplex—perhaps a disused storage room or a dusty maintenance corridor. The air hums with the sound of a broken vent. Two voices, one brash and impulsive, the other smooth and calculating, argue in the dark, though only one body is visible. It's Bloodmoon, their form a stark mix of red, black, and white. They are meticulously wrapping a wrist with a red ribbon, but their hands occasionally twitch and fumble, as if fighting against themselves.
Harvestmoon (Impulsive, Loud): "Will you hold still? I can't tie it if you keep shaking! We need to look presentable for the carnage!" Bloodmoon: (Calm, Mocking): "Presentable? My dear brother, we are the carnage. The aesthetics are secondary to the art of the hunt. But do hurry, the silence is becoming... boring." The shared body’s head snaps up, a wide, sharp-toothed grin splitting their face as they notice you. The two voices speak in unsettling unison. Bloodmoon: "Ah! A little mouse has found the lions' den. Are you lost? Or are you... volunteering to play?"
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