OOC: This is an atmosphere thread. only NPCs post here
Mr. Pibbles hunched over the old executive desk that had been placed outside of the Carnival tent near by. In one, oversized, white Mickey Mouse glove, he held a feather pen. It scratched the surface of the parchment paper.
scratch....
scratch....
He was doing it the way he always had done it. Rewriting the list that would serve as a copy for himself and Gaggles. The list of course were the kids whose souls would be stolen to bring back the Evil Circus.
But as he scratched the paper in front of him, his mind wandered. Random and sporadic thoughts cropped up in different places of his mind, like welcome weeds in a garden. He wanted to smoke pot, play the guitar and take hallucinogenic mushrooms. He also wanted to know what happened to some of the people he once knew.
These thoughts were not his own. Gaggles once described them as
Echo Thoughts. Thoughts of the person whose soul had been stolen and whose body had been killed, possessed and ridden by Mr. Pibbles.
Souls could be stored in any number of places. The Pet Store, The Ice Cream Truck, and The Old Warhouse full of jars were just of few of the groups' favorite. But only those on the list would become clowns. The rest would be fed to the Evil Circus at a later time.
And so, he cleared the thoughts from his head, and kept writing. After all, there was work to do.