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Villager: Sightmare

Villager Info

ID: #290689

Name: Sightmare

Gender: Male

Location: Dragonsmaw Manor

Born 1 year, 3 months ago

Career: None

Owner: Silverpelt60


Genus: Shifty

Species: Reflection

Color: Eye-Burning

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House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (250/250)

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The house is derelict, rundown and with wreaths of mist swirling around it, completely and utterly abandoned by whoever used to own it and take care of it. Of course, that does not mean the structure is entirely devoid of sentient beings. You've heard the rumors, talk of a sort of ghost who resides in the crumbling building. Of a spirit whose only entertainment is the fearful screams of others, and who knows no compassion. They say he hurts for the mere sake of hurting, doing bad things for fun and watching his victims suffer. These are the kinds of things that are said about the creature who supposedly lives in this house. Of course, you're not entirely sure it's all true-although Rain does refuse to talk at all about it, which is suspicious-but either way, you've somehow ended up on the doorstep of this rotting household.

The day is gloomy, as if it was foreshadowing your arrival, and somehow it's colder near the house than it was in the village. Of course, there aren't other houses around to radiate heat, that's the rational thought, but it is still eerie nonetheless... You reach out and try the doorknob, and unsurprisingly, the door is unlocked. With a slight push, the door at first shows resistance, but then pops open with a creak from the hinges and a resounding thud when it bumps against the inside wall, which echoes throughout the household.

The inside appears even worse than the outside. Almost every window has been cracked open or is filled with spiderwebs, and shards of glass lie shining on the floor of wooden boards, where holes are scattered about. The furniture of desks, chairs and drawers is scratched and torn up, covered in dust with some even having white cloths haphazardly thrown over them. As if whoever had done it had wanted to get out of there fast. The air is so full of a combination of dust and mist that it's easy to see in any beam of light, and you find that it's surprisingly hard not to cough. All in all, it seems like the perfect abode for a malevolent spirit to reside.

After making your way through the rooms, careful not to fall through any of the holes in the floor, you spot a staircase leading up to the second floor of the house. You briefly consider leaving, but then again, you can never fully decide if a ghost lives in the house or not without having checked out every room. So, with that, you start up the steps. It's no small feat-the creaking of floorboards follows your every step, with some planks even threatening to give way, and you even have to skip a few steps because already a few steps have been reduced to nothing but web-filled chasms. Finally, after a rather perilous board nearly sends you tumbling down, you arrive at the top of the staircase.

While the bottom floor was more open, the second floor consists of a singular hallway with rooms on both sides. Most of the doors are closed, while only two are open. The one that is open is really nothing much to look at, just a mostly empty room with large scratches through the walls and a few worn toys lying on the carpet. As you continue down the hall, trying each doorknob as you go, you find that most of the doors are locked. The one that was unlocked only swung in about half a foot before something blocked it. Nothing too interesting, really. Looking turning your head, you look at the door at the end of the hall. It's slightly ajar, just begging to be explored.

Upon entering the final room, you feel a chill. It is much colder than all the other rooms you've been in so far. And somehow, despite how everything else in the run-down structure looks, this room looks almost brand new. As if everything in it had been meticulously cleaned and polished-the carpet was free of dust, the windows were clear, the drapes casually but purposefully set to the side while the furniture looked comfortable enough to actually use. Suddenly, that chill you felt just mere moments ago isn't just because of the cold. It's that uneasy feeling where you know someone had to have been here not long ago for this place to be in such a condition, and the unnerving feeling that you're being watched. You look around again-no one in sight. Not even the closet could hide the sinister stare of the unsavory creature you feel might be staring at you in that moment. For some reason, you get the feeling that whatever 'spirit' those back in the village were talking about isn't really a spirit of the dead at all-rather, just a creature that existed primarily on a different physical plane. Meaning that it could do much more than the average evil spirit. Lost in thought, you suddenly feel your eyes drawn to something laying on a dresser in the far corner of the room.

You find that the cleanest thing in the room is actually a handheld mirror.

You walk towards the object, the handle free of any smudges and the mirror polished so that it practically shone. If you looked hard enough, it was like it was the gateway to an alternate dimension. You stand over it, wondering if you should pick it up. Should you pick it up? Somehow, you feel drawn to it, like there's an instinctive urge inside of you telling you to pick up the mirror and just... stare. You repress the urges, but don't walk away. Instead, you look into the reflection. At yourself. The image of you is pristine, capturing every detail, but the area behind you is blurred, foggy, almost as if the mist had drastically increased and was obscuring everything behind you. You turn, and nothing was out of the ordinary. You look back at the mirror, and watch as the ceiling behind you becomes ever the more distorted, and soon is seems like it's swirling around. Out of the corner of your eye you can see that is not true, everything is normal, but for some indescribable reason you can not tear your eyes away from the reflective surface of the mirror. Then, something forms behind you. It starts with blurry colors of neon blue and dark purple in a messy blob, but then begin to take shape. As the ceiling behind you returns to normal, the colors become more detailed and refined. Soon you see ears and fur, bright pink stitches woven with such precision into the skin and fur that they must have been done by some sort of expert. A toothy smile with teeth sharpened to a point, and those wide eyes that bore into yours with such a malevolent stare. And then it speaks, and his voice is filled with a horrid, sinister glee.

"Oh, it's been so long since I've had a visitor here! You have no idea how hard it is to lure someone out here when their pretty little heads have already been filled with horridly misinterpreted tales of my misdeeds-sure I did those things they said I did, but for a different reason!-but I guess that doesn't apply to you! Now, are you going to pick up that mirror, or is the floor directly beneath you somehow mysteriously going to collapse and leave you a bloody mess on the floor below, hmm?"


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Bio coming soon!
Village Relationships: Rain,

His Toyhou.se!
Reflection species and original art by EphemeralSys !
Paintie by 0okamiseishin !

Comments 27

    • Lmao yeah, I was worried after the whole Momo thing that people might be wary of her! Since Momo means 'peach' and it was before the whole scary business with the sculpture I thought it would be fitting for her. ;w; ♡

    • Thank you!
      Truthfully I do not know if I'll ever be doing AWD painties like that style again. I'd like to say yes, because I hate to disappoint, but I've had a mixture of a really bad experience in the Paintie Scene (That caused me to almost quit FV in general) and lost motivation to make any more Lisa Frank style painties, especially on the older, 'painted' bases. I'm sure I could be convinced at some point, but not at this moment in time.

    • yes
      in fact
      it is
      sHE'S GORGEOUS THOUGH OML
      but hell yea Susie is MVM
      and im SO SAD there's not more merch n stuff of her (especially plushies, that's something i have a desperate need for in these trying times)

    • (Awww... Thank you! ;3 I'm sure that my furbaby, Starbug appreciates your compliments, especially because be honest he loves to hear that he is adorable and precious.❤)

    • Delphia looked up, eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance. "Rain? You mean that red-eyed reaper dragon who harassed me on the way over here?" She shakes her head in disgust. "She tried to dissuade me from even visiting you... said something about causing the world to end or some nonsense. Not like that's going to stop a curious little fox like myself - after all... curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." She turned her gaze back to the notebook and doodled a little comb next to the mirror.

      Upon hearing Sightmare's offer, she perks up. "Are you sure you want to do that? Form an alliance, I mean." Her eyes glitter, lips turned up in a smirk as a long-gone memory flickers through her mind. "I've had plenty of run-ins with creatures like you before. One in particular comes to mind... nearly destroyed the entirety of Olde Foxbury once he got loose. Being close to someone of that much power has its perks, though - myself and a group of others were able to neutralize him, not without a fight of course, but still. Took three whole days." She shakes her head and chuckles. "And to think, I had a legitimate crush on him! He was a charmer, that Cipher..." Her voice trails off, lost in the nostalgia.

      "As a matter of fact, Cipher is the reason I don't do partnerships anymore." She glances up at Sightmare again. "I'm a loose cannon, changing sides and alliances at the drop of a hat. I keep my friends close, and those I trust closer. If we were to work together, it would be temporary at best... just enough to cause mayhem, not enough to obliterate Dragon's Maw Manor." Her voice grows stern, filled with honest pride and an overwhelming sense of determination. "I am no pawn, Sightmare - you're not the first demon I've dealt with, and you sure as hell won't be the last. And if I need to eliminate you too, so be it."

    • Patty waddles back to the weird cobweb-covered room, tugging a bowl of candy behind him! It doesn't take him long to dump half the contents down in the immediate vicinity of the mirror, which he then slobbers over again!! He may have affectionately chewed on it, but don't worry! There's no marks. Patty's teeths aren't exactly sharp. Must be all the candy.

    • Delphia carefully backed away, light on her feet so as to avoid plummeting to an untimely demise. The antics of this neon creep were seriously starting to weird her out... but isn't that why she showed up in the first place? To examine the paranormal activity rumored to occur here? As a matter of fact it was, and she sure as hell wasn't leaving without a couple more answers.

      Taking a couple calming breaths, Delphia pulled a little red notebook and a pen out of the fluff of her tail, clicking the pen to soothe her nerves. "Perhaps an interview is in order, then. I came here for answers, and I would hope that being the object of various rumors, you'd be willing to help put them to rest." Flipping the notebook open to a blank page (sans a doodle of Sightmare's mirror), she studies the creature a little more closely, scribbling what appears to be a miniature version of the plucky Reflection next to the mirror.

      And then, in perhaps the most drastic change of character seen thus far, Delphia flashes a toothy grin and locks eyes with Sightmare...

      "So... what do you say? Shall we give the townsfolk more reasons to fear?"

    • Sightmare cupped his chin with his paws, drumming on his bright neon fur with his shining claws. He flapped his wings, and his wavy ghost-like form began to spin around, belly-up like a dead animal and then not and then it repeated once more, however his head and arms never changed position, allowing him to keep staring at the curious fox. Quite strange indeed. He wasn't at all disturbed by the rather strong gust of wind which shook the house, for the weather around his foreboding residence was always quite worse than it was back in Silverflecked Village. Even on the sunniest and warmest of days clouds hung above the 'abandoned' and crumbling house and kept the sun's rays from warming it, keeping it constantly swamped by mist and fog. Sightmare was pretty sure that he had something to do with the weather around the house -- after all, he could control the house itself, and was pretty good at opening up holes in the wood. So there was really no need to worry about a simple breeze destroying it.

      "Ah yes, there does seem to be a bit of a disturbance with the weather outside, yes indeed, I wonder why?" Sightmare said in a innocent tone that made it blatantly obvious that he knew that such weather was no unusual occurrence. Sure, the fox hadn't realized that just yet, but he had to admit that Delphia certainly wasn't daft when it came to the subject of things besides weather that meant she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. "Well, what can I say? I do love a good game!" The mirror disappeared and appeared in Sightmare's paw, and he observed his reflection for a moment before holding it over half of his face in a way that it almost seemed like Delphia was the other half due to the reflection properties of said mirror. "Now, how do we propose we spend the time, hmm?"

    • Delphia shook her head, already fed up with the snarky cyan... whatever it was. From one angle it resembled a cat, from others a dog, and from her current perspective it was almost fox-like. Even the wings seemed to shift from avian to angelic, depending on the lighting. But what really threw her off was the fuchsia stitching that decorated the various joints and limbs. Wondering briefly if the creature had, in fact, stitched itself back together, she opened her mouth to speak - but whatever was on her mind was silenced by the wind howling outside. Instead, she shifted slightly, keeping balance as the house swayed and bowed with the gale. As the wind died down, she tried again:

      "You have a valid point, being that this place is indeed your residence. But as much as I'd like to leave, I'm not going anywhere while there's a storm brewing out there. And besides, I have a feeling that you're not going to let me leave just yet - correct?"

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