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Goosebumps all Over.

[UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION.]
[THIS IS A BOOK. A BOOK. MORE WRITING, LESS.. GENERIC PETPAGE. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME.]

There's something to be said for things that go bump in the dark. Nighttime is an entirely different universe, ridden with creepy, sharp-fanged creatures ready to leap out at you when least expected. We've all been there. That one camp-out you had with your friends when you were kids... And you were so afraid that something was going to come out of the ground under you-- under the tent, writhing and shaking to grab you. But the painfully thin nylon between you and earth gives you just enough time to get away. ...Stupidly you stumble outside into the open. Or night can be that wildcat claiming its territory, screaming an unfortunate woman's cry of agony and sheer terror. The dark.

But what about things that happen... outside of darkness? Will the ghost in the graveyard cry shrilly out of the mist and fog, lunging for you at twilight? Can the monster under your bed or in your closet still exist at noon-- when you're not even home? Rummaging through your clothes, dusting the floor with its hairy tails, stretching its legs before you return. No, not plausible.

But possible.

I've seen it. I've seen it just before the sun rises. On Krawk Island. It's not normal. It sleeps at night.

I can tell you what happened if you really want to know. If not, you can leave now... ...No? You can't poke fun if you stick around. I'm not going to take anyone's garbage for something I know happened! ...Alright then. The first thing you should know about me is that, well, I'm human, I am-- I promise. My name is Dave Forrell, and I have yet to finish my last two years of graduate school.. I consider myself a strong person, both emotionally and physically if I may be egotistical. But nothing, nothing prepared me for the morning fog on Krawk Island. There's a ghost there-- a barking ghost. And if you ever read R.L. Stein's aptly titled book, well, if such a story, if such beasts could be real.. I never imagined. None of us did.

The beginning of Spring Break rolled over. The limitless cloudy skies plagued our only free time until summer vacation. It rained, and there was often news of Tsunamis at Mystery Island and Tyrannia. Hurricane season wouldn't start on Krawk Island for another month. So that's where we decided to go.

[The rest is currently being written in Microsoft Word. Enjoy the short length while you still can.]

[≡ From What I Gathered... ≡]

→Name: Ubuuroi
→Origin: French
→Gender: Male
→Species: Lupe
→Brush: Ghost
→D.o.B.: 1789
→D.o.D.: Sometime between 1793 - 1843
→Company: Joueurs Révolutionnaires De Marionnette
→Role: Lead Marionette
→Position: King
→Owner: "Abra" / Lachtaube
→Siblings: None
→Director: Deceased
→Interest: "..A secret," (or so he said.)
→Best Friend: "..Heh." (???)
→Pelt Color: Blue/Green-Grey
→Texture: Long, Shaggy
→Iris: Yellow or None
→Ears: Short, Floppy
→Muzzle: Stout, Thick
→Nose Color: Brown
→Tail: Sleak, Thick
→Flaws: Overweight, unusually large brow, and dark bags under both eyes.
→Markings: A white circle on his bow with a dark grey spiral starting from the center, rotating clockwise to outline the spot.

[≡ Adoptables ≡]

Please feel free to utilize a Puppet Adoptable for your pet's petpage, pet lookup, or maybe even another website. But, as with most adoptables, there are rules that you must follow to ensure my trust for you to use them.

Do not edit them in any way- that includes tracing over them, just using the outline.
If customs are stated as closed, please do not neomail Abra asking for one.
Do not enter them in the Beauty Contest.
Do not enter them in any other contest.
Do not remove the username "Lachtaube."
Do not claim them as your own.
Please do not heavily reference.

Are customs open? Yes{ } .|. No{X}

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