Tell us what happened with pf and not to sound like a dick but we fucking told you so man. We told you these things for a reason.
I arrived at the willow at promptly eight o’clock with a few tubes of acrylic paint and a couple of brushes, and a square canvas of a decent size. Paintedface was waiting, just as we had planned, and I started prepping my supplies. With me, I had brought my leather bag, packed with iron and salt for protection (I didn’t know that I needed it, but it was a suggestion). I went to place my brush on the canvas, but Paintedface stopped me, asking how I was going to paint her when I couldn’t see her. She brushed her fingers against my cheekbone, and suddenly what I saw in front of me wasn’t human anymore.
She had too many edges, was my first thought. Too many edges, antlers reaching upwards, eyes that glittered like starlight, like nebulae, like the flickering of the lamplight, and superimposed on top of this strange creature was the vague, transparent outline of Paintedface.
They eye she gave the Sight to had tears streaming from it, my hands were shaking, my heart was racing, but I knew I had to complete the deal and fulfil my side of the bargain, so I painted, and painted, and painted for what felt like hours. I had set my bag down a while ago (I didn’t think I needed it, didn’t think the warnings had any truth to them, didn’t listen until it was too late). I think the completed portrait pleased her (it? I didn’t know), but it’s hard to tell. And then she let me go.
I was walking back to my dorm, and saw something moving that shouldn’t be, a cat that wasn’t a cat, fingers that looked more like skewers. Whispers were coming from the woods beside me, and I realized with a dawning horror that I had left my iron behind. The world was spinning around me, the night felt like it was pressing down on my shoulders, and all I knew was that it needed to STOP. I screamed, and the sound stopped a foot away. I heard footsteps over the rushing in my ears, heard them come to a standstill about a yard away. I raised my head, and through my tears I saw a creature with too many edges. And I whispered, “I want to make a deal”
In the end, the fulfilling of the deal acted as its own price. Sight can mean many things, and Paintedface took it to mean two things at once.
There was no pain, just darkness on the left side of my vision. The shapes were gone from the shadows, and the being in front of me had a familiar face. Shakily, I stood up, slightly dizzy and stumbling to get my footing. I knew better than to thank the creature, but I expressed my gratitude, (because Paintedface did fulfill her end of the deal). The walk back was difficult without depth perception, and I tripped on every other sidewalk crack. The crows watched from the side of the walkway. I thought they might be judging me. Or else, they were protecting me.
When Knowone asked if I wanted company, I agreed. I knocked on the trunk of the large oak beside me, loudly, and even though I knew now that she wasn’t human, I walked with her when she came, and we got ice cream. It’s funny, I never noticed how many tiny, unintentional deals we make as we go about our lives – company in exchange for beer, skittles in exchange for m&ms, comfort in exchange for comfort. I paid for our snack in exchange for help.
When I finally got back to my dorm, the moon was up at the top of the sky and the stars was out. I could hear music and hoof beats and wild howls from the east of the campus. My hand trembled as I jammed my key into the lock. And when I got into bed, I slept like I hadn’t slept in days.
And that’s what happened last night. I got the answers I asked for, though they were more horrifying than I imagined. And I intend to be more careful with my words in the future. I advise you all do the same.