•2500+ words •i had 2 plot ideas for this thing sjsbakanjsshajnsnzdj i tried to write the first and then i saw it wasnt good then i had another Idea thats bcuz it took so long to i post it •Kind of enemies to lovers •Kind of easy on writing Mortis's personality, mainly because we share the same mbti type (ENTP) •Requested by 1-800-A-ANGY_B-BUNNY
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Somehow, in his 100+ years of life, Mortis felt, well, kinda of bored?
He couldn't but enjoy the things he normally enjoyed, besides scaring people obviously, but it all made him so angry, he wanted it all to just go away, why doesn't it just disappear? Why does he have to feel these stupid feelings? It all just made him feel inferior, and he hated it.
He was on his hammock, his cheek propped up on his fist, his face grumpy, and the television on, and there wasn't any program that caught Mortis' interest at that time, after all it was 2 AM, and normally at that time there wasn't any interesting things on, in fact there were only weird things on television
He exhaled, why won't this empty go away? Why does he have to be discouraged all the time? What is missing? Blood? It shouldn't be that. He got up and turned off the TV, he take a walked quietly, what didn't make his footsteps so quiet were the creaking of the wooden floor
"Urrgh?" Frank grunted in the kitchen after Mortis walked past the open kitchen door, Frank was probably asking where he was going.
"No big deal, Frank"
He got to the door, he put his pale-purple hand on the knob opening the door. The first thing he spot was the big moon striking in the sky, being more flashy than the other stars on the black sky. Mortis looked at it with his droopy eyes, looking like an osu player who hasn't slept in 2 days because they tried to complete Galaxy Collapse or Big Black
Everything was so still, just the noise of the sheets on the trees hitting each other due to the wind, the vampire's skin started to give in to the cold, but he kept staring at the moon, he didn't know if he was enjoying the moment, the man's head was just empty, no thoughts, no worries
The idea of him going back inside, his face turning from sorrowful to severe, he turned his back to the moon, about to enter, he heard footsteps, he stopped moving, and slowly looked back, it was unusual for someone to be walking around at this time of night
He turned forward, facing the abundance of trees that stood in front of Mortis' house, stood there for a few seconds watching, looking for any trace of some action.
Quiet
"Great, now I'm hearing things-" An unexpected sound of something physical hitting the floor echoed through the place, it caught Mortis off guard, and guessing by the sound of the fall, could it be a body? Obviously Mortis went to check to see if it was a damn thief or some other shit, he slowly walked up to the trees, the sound of leaves flying, grass being trampled, it even gave a kind of suspenseful feeling, being in danger because of your curiosity on a cold night with a strong wind...
