Hayley: Well, while you’re here you may as well help me go through this stuff. You might find something useful. Klaus: Oh, look at that. How to Defeat the Hollow Volume 1. Hidden in here amongst these old Guns N’ Roses records. Oh, sweet child of mine.
Another Real Monster has materialized. It’s identity will be hidden till I complete Volume 2, but that shouldn’t be too far away! This is perhaps the cutest of all the Real Monsters so far, but there’s a very good reason for that. Keep your eyes peeled for more!
Imagine: Andrew Lloyd Webber passes away. The entire theatre world is mourning, except 1 man. He is cooped up in his house, and upon hearing the news, begins pulling out volumes and volumes he’s hidden away. “I never speak ill of the living, so now that he’s gone… ” Stephen Sondheim begins publishing his thoughts.
A lone seadweller sat on the rock of a beach, hair still moist but puffing as it dried in the Alternian evening heat. She watched the blaring sun finally dip over the horizon and the moons start to drift lazily into the night sky. She sighed, twiddling her curly hair in her hands. As she sighed, a tooth popped out…again. Another lonely night…alone. As she started to get up, she noticed another troll on the beach. A blue blood! What was he doing here? She just kinda posed, trying not to pay attention but there was something hypnotic about this guy…she tried to make herself look interesting, so she sort of side-lied on the rock and propped her head up with her shoulder.
Aubade was listening to his headphones (which were hidden under his volumous hair) and singing under his breath. he saw the purpleblooded female posing on the rock and couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he popped out his buds. "Uh, Is there a camera or something i don’t see foxy mama?“ he put his headphones away. SHe was cute to say the least. And a seadweller. Exotic.