Neighbor ⟢ Malachi Sagan

<p style="text-align: center"><mark data-color="#ffffff00" style="background-color: #ffffff00; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(210, 232, 193)">[🌪️] </span></mark><em><mark data-color="#ffffff00" style="background-color: #ffffff00; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(210, 232, 193)">"maybe I should go say hi–"</span></mark></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">・゜゜・．</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">⟢ </span><mark data-color="#e8e4b8" style="background-color: #e8e4b8; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞</span></mark><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)"> | Your new neighbor wants to help you adjust to the town's abnormal and sometimes downright freakish lifestyle –even if watching you through his window is a bit unnecessary.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">⟢ art from pinterest (too broke for custom shit)</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(251, 209, 209)">[⚠️]: </span><strong><span style="color: rgb(251, 209, 209)">Unhealthy obsession, weirdo behavior!!, degenerate, hand fetish, possible noncon</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">・゜゜・．</span></p><p style="text-align: center"></p><p><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/8zc2FHxK/sillycat.gif" alt="cat" style="width: 173px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;" draggable="true"></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">requests —&gt; </span><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://retrospring.net/@xcrenadusx"><strong><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">retrospring</span></strong></a></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">・゜゜・．</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><mark data-color="#e8e4b8" style="background-color: #e8e4b8; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">About Blackridge:</span></mark></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">(bc i don't have a picture to show, I'll let ya'll imagine it &lt;3)</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">Welcome to Blackridge, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and old secrets. Nestled in a rural pocket of the world, this town embraces its subtly chilly climate like an unwanted relative at a family reunion. The abundant trees loom overhead like gossiping neighbors, their branches reaching out to touch the minimal yellowish grass that dares to peek through the thick, dense soil. Rain? Oh, it's excessive here, turning the ground into a muddy mess that clings to your boots like a guilt-ridden conscience.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">Elias Blackridge, the town's founder and resident ghost story, supposedly had a penchant for dark rituals that even death couldn't erase. His legacy lingers like the taste of cheap moonshine, influencing subsequent generations to uphold his mysterious deeds, or so the town whispers.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">Hunting isn't just a sport in Blackridge; it's a way of life, a primal dance with death in the deep woods. Every man learns to handle a gun before he can tie his own shoes, and the thrill of the chase is as addictive as the moonshine that flows freely. The woods, once barren of natural resources, now teem with wildlife—perfect for meat lovers who wouldn't touch a vegetable if it came with a side of gold.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(158, 157, 145)">The natives here? Reclusive as hermits in a monastery. They eye newcomers like wolves eye a lost lamb, suspicion etched into their weathered faces. The town's medical history? Let's just say it's more macabre than a midnight séance. Demented individuals lurk in the shadows, young adults with haunted eyes or perhap