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@Unofficial_Kiibo here you go! I did Aesop because he's one of my kins-
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Ever since I came to the manor my eyes have been fixated on a certain survivor. Being a survivor myself, of course, I have to get along with everyone to win matches. Yes, most of them are great, but they're not special like a certain someone.
Aesop Carl, or Embalmer, as he is known as. He is a peculiar man, never talked much, and is always alone. He has a certain fascination with death and dead people, which usually scared the other survivors from interacting with him. But not me, I like that about him. I like his weirdness, it made him unique in a way.
I searched for the grey-haired man everywhere, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. That's until I thought of where he could be. Could he be at a map with graveyards? Maybe he could be at the Red Church, yeah, he was probably there looking for bodies. My nervousness didn't kick in yet, so my confidence rose the more I thought about it. I might finally be able to encounter the infamous Aesop Carl today.
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Why weren't there any bodies here? There weren't any corpses to embalm, or any coffins to dig up. There was nothing here. This was a waste of time, why did I have to come here? I set my case down and sighed. There wasn't anything of interest there whatsoever.
"Hm.." I couldn't help but feel deep in thought. Why weren't there any dead bodies here to embalm? This is a game of killing, surely there would be victims. Or, I could make the victim dead myself. But, this cursed manor always brings us back alive again. I have died several times, only to escape it and live again. It's horrifying living here.
Why don't I just practice embalming with my power? I summoned a coffin and looked at the clay person. It wasn't the same as a real dead person, but it'll do. I took my brushes out of my case and started decorating the clay. Before I knew it, the person turned out to be...(Y/n).
Why him? Why did I make it him? He and I haven't spoken, besides that, he's never even approached me either. I shouldn't have made it him, there's nothing special about (Y/n). He's just ordinary, that's all. But, some features of him can..captivate me somehow. His (H/c) hair, his deep (E/c) eyes, that amazing (S/t) skin...the perfect subject to embalm once he's passed.
I couldn't help but feel my face heat up. Why was I attracted to him? Not in a romantic way, just...in a way. He would look so handsome dead and be embalmed by me. He always looks so tired, if only he could be at peace just once. My face felt hot as I thought of holding (Y/n)'s dead body.
Death is beautiful to me, it's like bringing mercy to someone that's suffered long enough. I don't want (Y/n) to suffer any longer in this manor. I thought some more about this subject until I heard a sudden noise behind me. I quickly slammed the coffin shut to hide the replica body I made of (Y/n) and turned my head around to see who it was.
The person that emerged from behind a wall turned out to be...(Y/n) himself?! I felt my heart race, not from attraction, but anxiety and nervousness. What is he doing here? Why is he here?
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Oh god, this was a bad idea. I awkwardly waved at Aesop before slightly approaching him. I walked slowly, not sure what to say at all, I didn't even think I'd get this far. I cleared my throat, almost sweating from anxiety.
"H...Hi Aesop! Um, I was just wondering...uh...if you could...tell me about embalming?" I mentally facepalmed for asking something so stupid. Why did I ask that in the first place?
Aesop looked at me, not in the eyes, but he looked at me. He then looked away and scratched his head before answering.
"You...you want to know about my job?" Aesop asked, he sounded nervous as well, but also happy? That makes two of us here. He fiddled with his case and opened it. I saw various brushes and other knick-knacks inside that were used for the embalming process.
"W-Well...to start...usually you'd have to disinfect the body with a certain solution." I smiled as Aesop went on and on about how his job works. This was going better than I thought it was going to be. Maybe it was the right choice to look for Aesop.
"T-Then, after the body is fully embalmed, you have to wash their hair and..." Aesop suddenly went quiet. He looked away from me. I started to panic, what's going on? I hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump slightly.
"S-Sorry, I-"
"N-No it's okay! It's my fault, um, you can keep going...I mean if you'd want." I shyly looked away, slightly ashamed of myself. I know Aesop has some boundaries, but I might've accidentally crossed them. Suddenly, Aesop placed his hand onto mine.
"I...I'm sorry, I went quiet because I thought I was talking too much..." Aesop nervously scratched his neck. I blushed at the sudden touch and smiled at Aesop.
"Well, I think it's cool! I really want to hear more some time, I mean, if you're up for it." I could feel my voice waver near the end of my statement. It's not like we'd be on some sort of date, right? I couldn't tell what Aesop was thinking, but his hand didn't move from mine.
"...That can work for me." Aesop admitted. I blushed at the thought of spending time with Aesop as he talked about his interests. Maybe something between us could work out after all.
"Great! What time?" I can't even begin to describe my happiness. Aesop slightly flinched at the loudness of my voice, which made me realize how worked up I was getting. I calmed down a little.
"I'm free tomorrow...but I have an invitation at 2:00..." Aesop showed me an invitation to a game. I looked at it and nodded.
"Okay, I'll meet you at 12 then, I'll see you there." I gave Aesop one last smile before walking away.
