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Whatever it was that had erupted from the crypts below them was moving. Large and horrible, stitched together with far too many heads, far too many sharp mouths and clawing hands as it lumbered forward with a deep bellowing howl.

"Master knows best," The shielded patchwork managed, as though reciting a prayer, and his voice drifted through the dream after her, "Obey Master and always aid in his Greater Works. Put their will before yourself, for only through their works will they help Halloween Kind... one of the many laws of Igors."

If she were to glance back, she would see that embodiment of rebellious will quickly snatched up in the jaws of the Experiment, a strangled cry escaping him as he was quickly reduced to his basic Parts, accompanied by all of the appropriate crunching and ripping one would imagine that would entail while still keeping this post PG13. It was horrific.

Finished it's grizzly meal, the Experiment lifted what heads were not feeding, eyes scanning before spotting the pale retreating figure dodging through the headstones. He left what was left to the circling birds, that plucked up each part to carry off back towards the castle in the distance.

Catch her catch her catch her - he lunged, leaping from stone monument to stone monument like stepping stones, closing in on the target, toothy mouths agape, ready to bring her back in pieces if he so wished- she was there, under it, ready to close in, to Complete it's Simple Task, to be a good boy, to make Master happy and he could hear screaming but-

Christof sat upright in his shallow grave, panting heavily through his nose as he wiped the sweat from his brows. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just nonsense in his head. It was already fading, like dispersing fog. He remembered running and... he had finished his Project... and a pretty girl...

At the sound of movement and a glimpse of a tufted tail whisking just out of view, the hunchback turned as well, eyes wide in embarrassment- He immediately shifted to rise to his feet in the ditch before he frowned, feeling something under his leg. He had fallen asleep with his coat on, his other right arm getting cramped wrapped around the original limb, and it was eager to respond to the mental command to reach out and pick it up if only to shake the pins and needles from it's clawed digits. A phone? A ghoul's phone, by to look of it.

His brows furrowed as his face flushed purple and green. He managed to pull himself to his boots, passing the phone into his proper right hand before pulling the other out of sight once more. Facing her now, he gave an apologetic grunt, although he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for- it just usually paid for an Igor to be humble- before offering it out to her.

She looked familiar... Had to be a new student, he hadn't seen her around much, but... had she been at Mistress's booth? That must have been it. He had met a lot of people at the festival, although it was mostly a blur now. That was probably it. He realized he was staring, and immediately lowered his mismatched eyes to his boots, phone still offered out meekly.

He glanced up again with a nod, hands suddenly fumbling through his pockets- including the third arm that just seemed to be following suit, checking his vest pockets before vanishing once more under the jacket fruitlessly. Out of introductory cards! He had given out a few at the festival, but he had only made so many... Hell's Bells... Ah! He located his small notebook, corners of his stitched mouth twitching upwards in an embarrassed smile before producing a pen from it's spiral binding and scribbling out:

Christof - An Igor.
Pleasure to meet you, Miss.
Cannot speak, sorry.

And offered it out to her, his face still blushing and his eyes locked on his heavily stitched boots.

His brows knit as he took in the name, watching her face now again as it seemed the wheels were turning behind those mismatched eyes. They lowered down to his notebook again, under the first note he added:

Nice to meet you too, Miss Shoe.
Am running for student council-
Secretary. Will you vote?

That was punctuated by a hopeful smile as he offered the note out to her to read.

He scratched the back of his head nervously before crouching down to pick up the shovel that lay at his feet, miming a quick few digging movements before gingerly setting it aside the hole as he began to climb out. He was a lot taller when not standing knee-deep in the earth, but even still his hunch robbed him of most of that height.

Juggling his notebook again, he wrote out:

What are you doing here?

Christof still watched her for a few moments, pondering silently to himself before shouldering his shovel and nodding. He hadn't brought anything else with him, it had not been a raiding expedition, so there was nothing else to gather. He gave her a nod, stepping forward towards the path that lead between rows of headstones, motioning ahead of him that the school was that way. He paused to wait for her, finally scribbling something into his notebook to show her once she caught up:

You were in my dream.
V. Odd.

It had to be her. He didn't know anyone else with a tail like that. Considering he had only vaguely seen her at the booths, it struck him as strange... but maybe his psyche had been trying to tell him something? Bits and pieces of the dream still flitted in and out of recollection. There had been a monster... and it hadn't been Frederik. His expression fell.