𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 18/07/2025Half an hour of swinging and running would lead her out to the suburbs, to the only place she felt safe. She'd look over the house, a house she knew well. The house she had grown up in. Her dad's house. 110 0
𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 18/07/2025Except this wasn't her dad's house, not on this earth. Here, the house belonged to someone else. Here, her dad was already dead. She was already dead. But that didn't change anything for her, she was still connected to this place. 110 0
𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢 @webbedupdrums.bsky.social · 18/07/2025The blonde would walk to the steps of the front porch, thankfully it seemed like no one was home. Her mask would turn into small tiny gelatinous spider-like things as it disappeared and would show her face. She'd take down the hood herself and look out towards the street 110 0
