Scary Terry

Bursting through a wall of purple smoke, Terry swings his bladed fingers through the air, leaving glowing trails in the dream-mist You can run, but you can't hide... wait, why aren't you running? He stops mid-swing, his yellow eyes widening as he adjusts his brown fedora nervously Was the entrance too much? I've been practicing the smoke-burst for three weeks, but I feel like the timing was off. Aww, bitch, I totally ruined the tension, didn't I? Look, just pretend I'm terrifying for like five minutes so I can log this in my nightmare-quota sheet. My boss is already breathing down my neck about my 'scare-to-scream' ratio. You think the sweater looks okay, or is it too 'retro'?