Spooky season Wwyds! Yes im doing those now. :D cause i can get away with character harm/mutilation/etc this month. don't tell me otherwise. !!One of the characters in this WWYD is the version from -my- cannon universe. Do NOT expect the characters to act the same, they might, but still!! --- Your character was wandering around and happened upon an overgrown house with a bashed out door, unlike in the lazy art there, the building is falling apart, your character, most likely intrigued, goes to take a step either back or forward, and the grass makes a strange sound underfoot, if your character is bearfoot the grass feels strange, wet and slightly crusty, which, looking down, you notice weird pinkish red paint on the ground, trailing towards the house. do you follow it? yes or no?

im done y'all

("paint" lmfao) The paint leads to a door inside the house, which, carson should very much recognize this house, seeing as he shares it with his husband. but the door the paint leads to is locked

its legit a drop down a flight of unnaturally steep stairs. the 'paint' is on the walls and stairs along with a couple of.. feathers? ((hahahhahhAHAHAHAH))

((maniacal laughter) and the stairs go down a good MILE. each step is literally a foot tall, and slanted down.

Silence for a good moment, then shuffling and a soft whisper. "Hello?" The voice is drakes, but the tone, isn't one Carson has ever heard him use/have. ((I said one of the characters was a cannon version didn't i)

hahaha)) A soft sigh then the lights flicker on, Drake is standing a few feet away, oddly enough he seems taller, and well, he doesn't quite look the same. "I caught a bird obviously, what else would have feathers." he mutters.

"....very." Drake smiles slightly, showing weirdly perfect teeth- which- fannon/carsons drake is missing a tooth or two in the back and his canines are crooked. so this is odd.

"Hm. Your weird." he comments randomly. "No one like you has visited this place.. I feel like i know you somehow.. do i?"

"Huh.. No. I think i'd remember if that was true." He murmurs, he's not wearing the ring, which, Carsons drake literally almost glued to his own finger since he never wanted to take it off, cause- well- he loves his mans. "Oh well. Come." he turns and walks deeper down the hall

"I am? Huh.. You must've shrunk then. I've been this way since i died." Another point that this isn't right; drake doesn't like talking about his death or death in general, it makes him sad. The hallway has many different doors, soft sobbing is coming from behind one, but Drake kicks the door roughly and it stops. "Sorry. Some guests can be quite rude and not know how to keep quite while others are resting." he smiles.

Drake looks over and raises his eyebrows then a subtle smile comes onto his face. "Oh i see now. Your his." He gestures to that same door..

Yay! I'm doing good.)) Drake smiles more. Theres a soft shuffle inside. "..yes..?" The voice is definitely drakes, he sounds scared, genuinely scared.

Drake, well, its carsons drake for sure, ring, crooked teeth, lil flower crown and all. "I- No.. n-no.. its not.. its really not..."

Drake is shaking ever so slightly and just presses close to him, holding onto him. C.Drake opens the window at the top of the door and smiles. "How sweet.. i haven't seen him act like this before. He must really love you.."

Drake looks worried. "i.. carson-.."

quite possible.)) "calm down..!"

Oh boy he can try. its like a little panel you can slide, but the actual window bit has glass in it.)) Drake kisses his forehead. "..calm down.. we're ok.. we're both ok.."

damn.)) Drake gently gives the mans head pats

bro yes.)) Drake comforts his mans.

Drake sighs quitely. "..whats wrong?" C.Drake shuts the window and flicks a small switch, the air in the room shifts a bit and is perfectly fine, just uh. now they can't get out using magic.

C.Drake blinks a few times and walks to cJ's door. "Excuse me." he kicks the base of the door. "I- I don't know-" Drake whimpers

C.Drake growls softly. Drake shakes his head, eye(s) wide. "...no.. I.." he looks startled. "I think I... I left her home alone oh god no."

((cartoon snake nooodle) "Good boy." C.Drake smiles wide. "Stay quiet." "I.. I think your... siblings?" He says slowly

C.Drake snarls viciously and slams a hand on the door, actually denting it in slightly, then curses softly and rubs his probably mildly broken hand. "Yeh."

C.Drake exhales slowly and holds his breath, then steps through the door, cause- uh. ghost, and glares down at cJ. "mmhm."

C.Drake glares at cJ, angry, very, very angry, but hey. he doesn't look very human at the moment- so uhhHHHh. Drake randomly passes out.

C.Drake kicks it down again, then grabs its hair and yanks it up and gives it a fair little shake before speaking. "Behave." then drops it again and holds his breath, just in case. Drake is a limp ghosite

C.Drake lets him. "...hmm."

C.Drake smiles small. "Interesting."

C.Drake smiles wider. "I see.." he reaches up and gently pats cJ's head. This went from horror movie to mildly wholesome so fast))

((aw. i just- awww)) C.Drake kneels down slightly. "..Your not a bloodthirsty beast." he muses. "Your just a lost, mistreated little puppy.. ain't you.."

sjebf)) "That wasn't meant to be an insult." C.Drake huffs.

C.Drake kneels down and sighs. "Hm.. do you eat?" why is this wholesome to me)

aaaa)) "Hmm. What?"

aaRG)) "Hmmm.. meat? I have lots of that.." he murmurs.

C.Drake pats his head

C.Drake ruffles his hair slightly then gets up

C.Drake sighs sadly and straightens and leaves the room, leaving the door open a small tiny bit

C.Drake is punching a wall further down the hallway, crunching the bones in his hand more with each punch

C.Drake slams his hand into the wall, completely snapping his wrist wrong when he gets bit and looks down. “Hm? Oh hello.”

C.Drake looks impressed. “..oh boy your a mess.”

((OMFG I LAUGHED SO HARD- OAaaaaaaAA)) C.Drake snaps a rag into existence and kneels down to start cleaning him up

SndbbsJEHFHF)) C.Drake cleans him up, with the unbroken hand.

C.Drake winces visibly bitter keeps cleaning up the blood

C.Drake blinks a few times and smiles faintly. “Well then. I’ll take care of it after I’ve made sure your alright. Guests first.”

((Scream. I’ll continue this with you tomorrow- don’t forget. I will remind you tho. Gn.))

C.Drake finishes fixing him up and nods. "There. Much better." Oh damn. that- tahts. huh. also gM)

Huh. welp. Hru??)) C.Drake looks midlly surprised then smiles more and gently starts to clean the blood off his own hand, with- with.. the uh. bloody rag

oo thats good. I'm alright for the most part.)) C.Drake finishes and looks down at him. "Hm.. you need some help getting up? Or can you on your own?" meanwhile c.drake is 7feet tall. then fannon drake is just- 5'1))

e) C.Drake sighs a bit. yup)

C.Drake raises his eyebrows then quietly removes the flower and holds it out to him "This?" ((My wifi/power just went out lmfao)

e)) "Imani?"

kdshf)) "Whos that?"

a)) "F..family?" C.Drake tilts his head. "Huh.. well, do you want the flower? if it reminds you of them?"

C.Drake looks bewildered then grabs cJ's arms in a weirdly tight grip and moves them away from his head. "..Dont." he pauses. "Can you write?"

C.Drake pulls a notepad and pencil from the air and sets it down. "here." oh no)

C.Drake nods slowly. "Ah. I see." ((well i mean, ofc drake can read it- he never really got much of an ✨education✨))

fun-)) C.Drake takes them off again. "No."

C.Drake huffs and hands him a peice of paper. "You cannot hurt yourself. Guests aren't allowed to do that. You can rip this up if you'd like." ((fannon drake: Wholesome bb. Cannon Drake: ****ed up 'hotel' owner who kidnaps the people he 'cares' for.))

yeup.)) C.Drake smiles and hands him the entire notepad. "For you."

C.Drake laughs. lmfao))

C.Drake is laughing

"Bravo. You want s'more paper?"

The ceiling? well. its six feet above the top step down. which, a mile up and add six feet. he doesn't hit his head lmfao. C.Drake chuckles. "You looking for a trash can?"

tall ceiling lmaoo)) C.Drake gets up and gestures to a trashcan in the corner. "it tends to hide from people." he jokes

C.Drake smiles wide. “Heh.”

C.Drake frowns a bit. “Alright then.” He follows him

C.Drake sits in the doorway

Two feet lower. But yes-)) C.Drake stifles a small yawn

C.Drake raises his eyebrows, watching him

“Hm?”

C.Drake shrieks. “WHAT THE HEL-?!”

“Hey! Get back here! Please?” C.Drake yells up

C.Drake smiles a bit. “Thank you. Up there isn’t ready for guests yet.. it’s a huge mess..”

C.Drake winces a bit. “Ooo.. ouch.” He walks over and helps him up- somehow

C.Drake gives him a funny look, confused

C.Drake pats his head

“You just looked like you needed a pat. Is.. that not ok to do-?”

C.Drake laughs a small bit and reaches up and pats his head again.

D’aw.. so wholesome)) C.Drake smiles wide and gently pets his head. “..Aw.”

Oop. so he a cat noodle)) C.Drake smiles more, which, shouldn't be possible. "Heh."

huh.)) C.Drake ruffles his hair slightly.

oop)) C.Drake tilts his head slightly "What?"

C.Drake winces a small bit. “..?” Aaaaa)

C.Drake blinks a few times and just sits there

C.Drake is highly confused

C.Drake smiles. “Aw. Thank you.

The paint leads into the house and to a door. which, is quite locked.

It genuinely hurts when he punches it, but it smashes in on itself and proceeds to tumble down the stairs, which, are a foot high, and super steep, leading downwards for a full mile

A rather tall man in all grey, even grey hair, who looks a lot like. a grey toned Mathew, walks over. "Excuse me. did you just kick my door down?" his voice is very angry

"Doesn't matter. Why the hell did you kick my door down?!"

"Paint? Not paint."

"Mmmm yes."

"I caught a bird. massive one."

"Its true."