Pardon my Fancy

A phantom sauntered from shadow to shadow, unseen, unnoticed, undetected. While it moved from floor to floor, room to room, haunting the living. Upon its departure, it left behind sabotaged weapons, rendering guns useless and causing swords to become permanently stuck in their sheaths, the metal fused solid. No one noticed the phantom, no alarm was triggered, there was no sign that anything was amiss.

There was no common phantom, no, this was Le Trou Du Cul Fantôme.

This phantom rode in the elevator with two stern looking chaps, a griffon and a pegasus. They were going up and the elevator, steam driven, was quite slow. With two victims trapped in the elevator, with no easy avenue of escape, Le Trou Du Cul Fantôme struck, creating a vulgar noise accompanied by a truly eye-watering stench. Naturally, this put the griffon and the pegasus at odds, each blaming the other for le pet de la mort. Anger flashed in their eyes and the unspoken promise of violence was made.

There are awful things in the night... just awful.

Comments

[Nox the Eternal]

Haha this is great

[Zaten the Changeling]

Not as awful as what they can do, it appears.

[Georg]

Silent, but deadly.

[RMWarPony]

the phantom wind breaker