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Sylvie remembers being told a particularly scary story once about a fast food cook replacing his hand with a spatula, dying from a bus that ran him over, and haunting the restaurant for the rest of his ghostly eternity. At least... that's how she remembers how the story went. Either way, she decided to relay this spooky tale to the feral imp, whom she thought might enjoy the gory details. "There are three signs that he's coming..." Sylvie said in a forcibly spooky tone, "First, the lights will flicker on and off." Certainly, the feral imp had no idea what a light was... a fire perhaps? "Then! The phone will ring, and there will be nobody there," she feigned a terrified shiver, "And finally," she said this in a significantly deeper and lower voice so the feral imp had to lean in to hear her, "he arrives in the ghost of the bus that ran him over." A phone? A bus? Clearly Sylvie was just spewing nonsense at this point as far as the albino standard was concerned. "He'll exit the bus and cross the street without looking both ways..." Sylvie pauses, "because he's already DEAD!" She emphasizes the word dead and practically jumps with her arms raised at the feral imp. The feral imp just blinks at her, was this story supposed to be scary? "Name?" the feral imp doesn't fully know how to speak, but he's heard this word before being used to ask what someone or something is called. "His... name?" Sylvie ponders the question for a moment. "Uh.. it's... well..." she thinks for a long moment, completely stumped. She can't quite remember what exactly the spooky man in this story was called but she gives it her best shot, "The... Rash Singing Basher!" that doesn't quite seem right though. "Um.. the Trash Flinging- the Sash Ringing... Mash... Flash Springing... the Crash Dinging... the...." The two standards sat in silence for quite some time waiting for the correct name to pop into Sylvie's head. Remembering such a terrifying name couldn't possibly be this hard right? Apparently wrong, the two eventually just resorted to snacking on toasted marshmallows. Sylvie sighed defeated, "I can't think of the name, sorry. We ought to get out of here before it gets too late." Suddenly a noise behind a nearby tree startled them. About as soon as they turned to investigate the noise, a dark figure was lunging towards them. "THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER!" Sylvie shrieked in fear, truly believing it was the terrible monster from her story. She had covered her eyes with her paws, trembling, until she heard the feral standard giggling. She uncovered her eyes and saw it was only a raccoon attracted by the sweet scent of roasting marshmallows, it was now scampering off with their bag of marshmallows. Well... at least they figured out the name...

I wanted to do a longer story to this one just for fun! Also this is based off Spongebob 100% UWU I love Spongebob

Collab with Nighticrawler !! I did the sketch, he did everything else

Imps:
Sylvie - 0322 Feral Imp 004 Sylvie belongs to me and SmokingFoxx , the Feral Imp has no current owner.

Description
Sylvie remembers being told a particularly scary story once about a fast food cook replacing his hand with a spatula, dying from a bus that ran him over, and haunting the restaurant for the rest of his ghostly eternity. At least... that's how she remembers how the story went. Either way, she decided to relay this spooky tale to the feral imp, whom she thought might enjoy the gory details. "There are three signs that he's coming..." Sylvie said in a forcibly spooky tone, "First, the lights will flicker on and off." Certainly, the feral imp had no idea what a light was... a fire perhaps? "Then! The phone will ring, and there will be nobody there," she feigned a terrified shiver, "And finally," she said this in a significantly deeper and lower voice so the feral imp had to lean in to hear her, "he arrives in the ghost of the bus that ran him over." A phone? A bus? Clearly Sylvie was just spewing nonsense at this point as far as the albino standard was concerned. "He'll exit the bus and cross the street without looking both ways..." Sylvie pauses, "because he's already DEAD!" She emphasizes the word dead and practically jumps with her arms raised at the feral imp. The feral imp just blinks at her, was this story supposed to be scary? "Name?" the feral imp doesn't fully know how to speak, but he's heard this word before being used to ask what someone or something is called. "His... name?" Sylvie ponders the question for a moment. "Uh.. it's... well..." she thinks for a long moment, completely stumped. She can't quite remember what exactly the spooky man in this story was called but she gives it her best shot, "The... Rash Singing Basher!" that doesn't quite seem right though. "Um.. the Trash Flinging- the Sash Ringing... Mash... Flash Springing... the Crash Dinging... the...." The two standards sat in silence for quite some time waiting for the correct name to pop into Sylvie's head. Remembering such a terrifying name couldn't possibly be this hard right? Apparently wrong, the two eventually just resorted to snacking on toasted marshmallows. Sylvie sighed defeated, "I can't think of the name, sorry. We ought to get out of here before it gets too late." Suddenly a noise behind a nearby tree startled them. About as soon as they turned to investigate the noise, a dark figure was lunging towards them. "THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER!" Sylvie shrieked in fear, truly believing it was the terrible monster from her story. She had covered her eyes with her paws, trembling, until she heard the feral standard giggling. She uncovered her eyes and saw it was only a raccoon attracted by the sweet scent of roasting marshmallows, it was now scampering off with their bag of marshmallows. Well... at least they figured out the name...

I wanted to do a longer story to this one just for fun! Also this is based off Spongebob 100% UWU I love Spongebob

Collab with Nighticrawler !! I did the sketch, he did everything else

Imps:
Sylvie - 0322 Feral Imp 004 Sylvie belongs to me and SmokingFoxx , the Feral Imp has no current owner.