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STORYLINE: Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.
The sound wandered through the dark forest like a lost child, an ice-cream cart’s bells ringing a melody of fossilized joy.
He let it play. Even monsters could be nostalgic; childhood memories were the last to die.
The porcelain mask pressed cool against his face, its smile painted on. Beneath it, his breath smelled of rust and sugar.
He pushed the cart through a carpet of needles and broken glass, the wheels whispering over bones of old roads and people.
He stopped to wipe a dark stain from his crisp white jacket, an old spill that would never come out. A reminder of the last mess he’d cleaned.
He listened. No wind. No insects. The forest here had forgotten how to live. Only the fading echo of tiny bells.
Then a click.
A whisper not his own.
Through the twin holes of the mask, he saw them: four intruders, half-hidden by ferns and moonlight, crouched near the shimmer of the Forbidden Zone’s boundary.
Children.
Their lights blinked; their voices were too loud, their hearts too bright. Fumbling with toys. Breaking the silence. They didn’t see the slithering shadows moving in the trees.
He tilted his head, listening.
The air vibrated with a sound he couldn’t hear but felt in his teeth.
One of them, the girl with violet stripes on her sleeves, was kneeling beside a box. Not a toy. A thing armored in scales so black it swallowed the moonlight. Even from here, he could feel it humming in his skull, a low-frequency scream, the psychic howl of something that did not belong in this world.
He flinched. They didn’t know what they’d touched. They didn’t know the rules.
He parked the cart. The jingle stuttered, then died with a final, off-key plink. He lifted the lid. The cheerful logo inside peeling and slashed with dried blood. His arsenal waited in neat rows: Raspberry. Chocolate. Strawberry Swirl.
His hand hesitated. Then: Vanilla.
The hammer was heavy, worn, reliable. Vanilla never let him down.
He moved through the trees without a sound, the damp trunks closing around him like a whisper.
Every step erased a sound. The crickets stopped. The wind forgot itself.
The intruders were right ahead, still arguing.
The shimmer pulsed against their faces, painting them ghost-pale.
They made the bad box glow. They made it talk.
He watched the girl’s hands tremble over the bad box. He could smell her fear.
Closer now.
Close enough she could see the reflection of his porcelain smile in dark glass of her device.
She looked up, sensing it. Her breath caught.
He raised the hammer. The jingle echoed once in his mind like a heartbeat.
And he brought it down.
This post was inspired by the outfit and theme of Camp Syndicate, the Slasher Movie genre.
Shoes: L&B - LEGACYfit* Swear Old School Low Tops - Noir [mesh]
Location:
On Him, the Ice Cream Man:
Outfit, mask, Hat: SOMNIUM - Mr. Sundae Set Bloody Legacy M/A [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(2250L)
Hands: Aii - Demonic Touch, bom/fingers, Legacy M [mesh]
Tattoo: HISS - PATTERNS BODY 2 - FADING TINT [BOM]
Setting:
Lantern: Oblivis - The Last Light STEEL [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(285L)
Body parts: Whats Lost Spirits - Walk it off Body parts Pack [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(600L)
Hatchet, Hammer: Arts&Gear - *AG *CampingTools [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(300L)
Axe, Baseball bat, Boat oar: Puddles - Camp Weapons [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(200L)
Knife, Blood: Evil Baby - Killer's Tattoo [BOM](Camp Syndicate)(350L)
Cart: BONDI - Ice Cream Small Cart, 12 Pink-Silver COMMON [mesh]
BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.
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