( One ) [Ugh, what a pain! After the whole ordeal with an electric chair, Zack swears he can feel lightning course through his body. But enough about that! Right now, the door to the next room was open, so he walks through, not really noticing much until footsteps behind him become heavier.]
Oi, Ray! The hell are you walking funny f-
[Aaand he doesn’t get to finish the last word, as he gets completely taken aback with now a hideous guy- er, horse?? Either way, it’s ugly as heck, the air around it reeks of someone’s asshole, and it’s here instead of Rachel; despite grabbing his scythe, he’s overcome with a numbing feeling as he drops to the ground and he yells a multitude of swear words while the Nuckelavee charges at him.
Tits on a fucking christ, this was not his day.]
( Two ) [Zack is hardly one to be affectionate, much less even show any kind in general. Yet...his brows are furrowed less than usual; instead of his usual scowl, his mouth is curved into a slight frown. Even without Rachel here, he supposes this place isn’t too bad after all.
Hell, his heart’s feeling so light and free, he may as well try walking nearby someone and keep up pace. Maybe even try swing his arm around their shoulders, should he feel gutsy enough.]
( Three ) [Coffee’s not a thing he’s ever had, but hey, the sweet scent of the shop was enough to lure him in. They look sugary, so he figured they must be delicious!
Then he gets a sip of his drink before spitting it out and hurling it towards wherever.]
Isaac "Zack" Foster | Angels of Death
[Ugh, what a pain! After the whole ordeal with an electric chair, Zack swears he can feel lightning course through his body. But enough about that! Right now, the door to the next room was open, so he walks through, not really noticing much until footsteps behind him become heavier.]
Oi, Ray! The hell are you walking funny f-
[Aaand he doesn’t get to finish the last word, as he gets completely taken aback with now a hideous guy- er, horse?? Either way, it’s ugly as heck, the air around it reeks of someone’s asshole, and it’s here instead of Rachel; despite grabbing his scythe, he’s overcome with a numbing feeling as he drops to the ground and he yells a multitude of swear words while the Nuckelavee charges at him.
Tits on a fucking christ, this was not his day.]
( Two )
[Zack is hardly one to be affectionate, much less even show any kind in general. Yet...his brows are furrowed less than usual; instead of his usual scowl, his mouth is curved into a slight frown. Even without Rachel here, he supposes this place isn’t too bad after all.
Hell, his heart’s feeling so light and free, he may as well try walking nearby someone and keep up pace. Maybe even try swing his arm around their shoulders, should he feel gutsy enough.]
( Three )
[Coffee’s not a thing he’s ever had, but hey, the sweet scent of the shop was enough to lure him in. They look sugary, so he figured they must be delicious!
Then he gets a sip of his drink before spitting it out and hurling it towards wherever.]
GROSS, THIS TASTES LIKE DIRT!!
( Wildcard )
[For whatever else, hit me up!]