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[Fniff]

You tear it up.

"Oh fuck you, that was my entrance!" A voice says from above. You jump out of the way as a teenager jumps down from the roof. He seems to be in a typical schoolboy uniform, with more holsters for pistols and an ammo slash.

He fumbles out a piece of paper, and clears his throat.

"Ummm...Die foul undead, for I have come for your unnatural bowl. I mean soul!" He pulls out a stake and throws it at your heart. You not being a vampire, it doesn't kill you. It pins you to the ground, however.

On the ground, you notice the pieces of paper say "Look up."

(Note: Bold denotes using your power to scare people. Just thought you'd know that.)

[Furtuka]

Pull out stake and reap him

[Fniff]

It's pinned to your heart, but you can still reap his soul.

You take his soul, and consume it into yourself.

"Ohhhhhh. You are THAT kind of undead. Ah shit." A voice in your head remarkably similar to the boy just there says.

[Bdthemag]

Use dark magic to pull the stake out of your heart.

[Fniff]

You pull the stake out of your heart, noticing the black ichor around it.

"Hey...Uh...? Hello? You seem quiet. Quiet and strong, that's cool. If we are going to be subconscious friends, that's cool." The annoying voice continues.

[ggamer]

FOOL. I AM NOT QUIET. MY THOUGHTS ARE A DEEP DARK ABYSS FROM WHICH THERE IS NO RETURN. SO STFU.

[Dr. D]

Open rift to horrors whose very sight would make beings lesser than yourself go insane. Stare at them for a while.

[Fniff]

You open the rift after terrifying the crap out of the voice.

"Wow, that is really scary! I am amazed you can do that! You are a worthy foe, that is correct. Worthy." AGH GOOD GOD KILL KILL KILL IT!

*

You wake up. You appear to have tried to overdose on PCB. The voice is gone.

[Bdthemag]

Continue using PCP.

[ggamer]

No, that couldn't end well.

Send slaves out to recon, and bring back suitable souls to reap

[Bdthemag]

No, that couldn't end well.

Send slaves out to recon, and bring back suitable souls to reap

That does not exist, that was a PCP dream.

[Fniff]

Hmm. It just seems to make you a bit giddy.

Being undead must make you sensually weak.

Suddenly, the police burst in. Ah shit, whoever dealt PCB to you must have been a bit freaked out and sent the cops...

You suddenly realize that this whole business was just a PCB f--

Until inky black tendrils burst from the windows and throttle the police. The tendrils retract, and a young women walks in.

"You must be new." She says, in a voice that puts your hair on edge. Must be another undead!

[ggamer]

"Yes. New. I killed myself multiple times and was possessed by an eldritch abomanation.

new."

[Fniff]

"I read your internal mono loge. That wasn't eldritch in any way. Just a young teenager whose soul stands out a bit. You'll get that a lot. Drugs help. Anyway, we can't get possessed. Our souls are already mind shattering, it would be terrifying to think of a creature that is bigger then us. There is, by the way." She sits down on a mattress.

"I am old, mister...?"

What is your name again?

[Deviled]

"Arbran"