The townspeople gathered in the square, their eyes all shifting suspiciously from one to the other, though for varying reasons. A young woman spoke up, "The witch haunted me in my dreams again last night!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she shuddered in terror.
"You've brought this on us!" one man accused another.
"No, it was her!"
another voice proclaimed.
The whole town descended into angry bickering and muttering amongst each other, it seemed no one could be trusted...
But then, a single voice rose above the rest. "It was I!"
a peculiar, frazzled man declared, stepping up on a tree stump to garner as much attention to himself as possible. "I am the hideous witch! So... um... gather all ye thine torches and thine pitchforks, so that ye mayest chase mine unholy self through the streets!"
he proclaimed, an almost hopeful tone in his voice as he smiled in mock malevolence.
"Well... alright then!" the crowd replied.
Neonsands has been lynched.
Originally Posted by Master Mew