Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24748329-20170612210656/@comment-26510374-20170908190739

Its mirror eyes flashed again.

Turning to the spot where invisible Abbykurle ghost was standing, it raised one of its armlike appendages and flicked it, sending a giant glass jar flying in her direction.

"When I created this Manor," it hissed, continuing normally, "I had nobody but the things I created. I was alone for a long time. Then I stumbled across your little community and I'm not bored anymore."

It eyed the inkwell. "But I will be, if I let you go. I know that there is an essence of all your imagination. If you give it to me, I'll kill you quickly and then I'll have so many playthings."

It stepped closer. "Give it. There is no point in fighting. I see it all."