Imaginary Order: NaNo Day 2: a morbid night to all

I meant to make a Day One post, I really did. But I didn't. So there. Here is Day Two.

I was struggling on doing Through Struggle or The MISSILE List. I'm definitely doing Through Struggle. Just, gonna go with that one. Yah.

9:36 p.m.

I am very, VERY behind, but I am catching up. I have 3 hours till midnight and several thousand to go. I'm doing alright so far.
I was going to do my next scene with Merce learning some stuff, and in turn, we learn about the necromancers :D. Well...
Well, I did a super short paragraph/scene where Merce and Holly are eating dinner. Holly mentions someone important coming over and teaching him something necessary for their survival.
My intention was to make a super tough, creepy, evil dude teach him how to, ya know, survive and fight and stuff.
It became WORSE.

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The something was tall, very tall. It stood over Merce on legs that were several yards long. It had four of them. It had a hunched back. A masked face. Its red clothes were shredded, and tangled in the shreds were strips of flesh, rotted bones, and gruesomely displayed organs and tissues. The creature’s mask was pure white, with a very long, gaping black hole where the mouth should be. Seven white horns protruded from the back of the skull to curl outward. Jagged daggers were stuck in its back. Merce could barely make out the hilts, for the thing was so tall. It hunched down so as not to be squashed against the ceiling.

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NOT AT ALL WHAT I HAD PLANNED!

More to come later :3

10:00 p.m.

Serious bis now! People are dying D: Shocker, I know.
People always die in my books. I swear, every character of mine has gotten or will be getting PTSD at some point in their lives.

10:42 p.m.
I have my NaNo Hat on. This thing works!
Whilst my character slaughters, I listen to "Kill Everybody" by Skrillex. So fitting.
And now... flaying alive.

In the light of the torch, a person stood. Mutilated beyond recognition. Eyeless sockets. Ribs punched out of the cage. Devoid of skin. Smothered in blood.
“MERCE! RUN!”
The skinless creature never opened its mouth, but the voice came from it.
Merce had never felt so uncertain before. He wanted to understand it. What was it? Why was it like this? Why was there a voice but no movement of the mouth? Why?
“RUN, MERCE! RUN!”
The skinless person took a step toward him. It’s knees buckled slightly. Walking caused it such obvious pain.
“Don’t!” Merce held out a hand to it. “Don’t move, just stay where you are!”
The person, if it really could continue being called that, ignored his cry and took another step.

Moving on...

11:53 p.m.

Well, I've hit the goal of the day at 3559 words. I'm all caught up! Woot!
I have been really lucky at finding music to fit the scene I'm writing. I did Creep Music Box for the dark halls, Kill Everybody for the slasher scene, and then for the weird/but/playful chase scene, I did Shadows by Lindsey Stirling.
I LOVE NANO!

Also, I stalked Filigree's blog and stumbled across the Chibi Maker! I am making chibis of some of my characters!

MERCE from THROUGH STRUGGLE