Call Henry's Poke"gear!

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[garbagechild]

<sub>[No. It was not Envy.]

[Perched atop the counter-- next to the toaster, as a matter of fact, is a Shape.]

[It's honestly hard to make out in the darkness, especially for someone who's been sitting inside an Ogre Hut staring at a bright screen for several hours. But there are a few details that leap out, even in the gloom.]

[One is the big shaggy mane covering most of its body.]

[Another is the pale, clawlike hands that emerge from under the curtain of hair and clutch at the countertop.]

[The last is the sharp teeth glinting from the mass of shadows covering where a face would be.]



[It doesn't see Henry.]

[Because it's busy putting something into the toaster.]</sub>

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_{[Henry's heart nearly leaps out of his mouth when he sees the mobile bush of long dark hair crouching on the cabinets. The last time he encountered anything shaped like that, there was lots and lots of pain and screaming and a sword had been involved.]}

--!!

_{[A strangled Not Sound escapes him and he claps a hand over his mouth.]}

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The Not Sound makes the creature's head whip up, and although they aren't reflective (anymore), there is a distinct gleam where the thing's eyes should be as it stares straight at the distraught photographer.]

[For a couple of seconds that seem like an eternity, nothing happens-- then without a sound except for the thump of bony feet and hands on the floor, it turns and hops off the counter, skittering to the opposite doorway. Where it pauses and looks over its shaggy shoulder at Henry.]

[Then it starts up the stairs on all fours, stopping briefly halfway up to look at Henry again, before finally ascending into the shadows of the second floor.]
















[The toast pops out of the toaster with a loud metallic twang.]</sub>

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<sub>[Everything feels like it's happening slow motion from the moment the dull stove light catches Wrath's eyes to the moment where he has nearly disappeared up the stairs. It's happening. It's actually happening in his house. Again.]

[He has to do something! He has to consult his scrapbook or the library or something.]

[When the toast pops up, Henry's Not Sound finally completely escapes him in a hoarse yelp. He dashes back to the safety of the Ogre Hut.]

[The morning. He'll start work in the morning.]</sub>