Everywhere.

It's...everywhere. And in everything! The horror! It's terrible.

TERRIBLE!

Never mind that the furniture has sprouted the most atrocious smell. Certainly the walls are actually living now. At this moment, watching me with their cruel, cruel eyes because they will not HELP ME. And don't get me started on the ceiling. Or the carpet!

It's sticking to my hair, my face-

My face. MY HAIR! Surely there is a remedy for this. I must have a spell for it beneath this mess on the table. Oh, where did I put it? Why, why, why?!

Sophie.

Sophie, Sophie, SOPHIE!

It's ruined. All of it. I'm done for. No one can see me this way. NO ONE. What will they say? Or do?

I'm so hideous they'd catch me with torches or pitchforks. Burn, Howl. Burn, they'd tell me. Oh, oh...

The unbearable truth. I don't deserve-

MY CLOTHES!

The travesty of such finery being sullied by the likes of it all. And what of my hair? It's dead. Dead and useless. I do think I should cut it before they have a chance to torture me with flames because it's a noble thing to do. Save it first. But no! I CAN'T!

And my face.

My BEAUTIFUL face! Ruined. I'm a monster and shouldn't be alive, breathing such glorious air.

No. No...

Don't pity me. I'll await my sentence here, in this terribly small, unkempt apartment, surrounded by the loveliest things in life. If anyone finds me, please do the kindness of spreading my name.

I do so think Michael and Sophie should know.

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Sophie...

SOPHIE!!

How could you do this to me?! And again! Have I not explained to you the importance of leaving a wizard's things at peace? If one is to clean, please, please do so where it is needed. The basement is filled with the most dreadful cobwebs, thicker than the Waste.

I can see it now, yes. Miss Sophie the Slayer, Protector of--

Suddenly, I am reminded of a wonderful tale in this instance. I do think I shall be brief, however, as it is quite cold in my current state of dress.

Why YES! It is a towel and very soft. Better than any material to be worn, for I would only approve of such finery!

Ah, and this lovely fountain just adds to the scenery, the people. Yes, it is a great City, proving only better the moment I stepped foot into the square~!

And-! Oh, the story.

Of course!

Once-upon-a-time (since all stories shall be properly started as such), a magnificent child by the name of Howl was born. No, no. Not me, but a distant relative. Perhaps a great-great-great-great grandfather Howl who I was so wonderfully and delightfully named after! But without the detail, Howl was clever, intelligent, and graced with unimaginable beauty.

Rare on a man indeed, but the jealousy of people around him brought about the most tragic of affairs. He--

Oh, oh. THERE WENT THE TOWEL~!

I suppose I shall fish myself some clothes. Or...

You, yes! Would you happen to know where I am and where this wizard might, by chance, find as equally magnificent clothing? Surely this isn't one of the worlds I created!

Anyone? Please?

I AM RATHER NAKED!

Thank you for noticing. ♥

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