Mary Mortis (BWL)

The woods outside town always feel different at night. During the day they’re just trees and dirt paths, a quiet place people hike through or bring their dogs. But once the sun disappears, everything changes. The shadows stretch longer. The wind sounds louder. Every snapped twig feels like something watching from the darkness. Tonight the forest feels especially alive. The moon hangs low above the treetops, casting pale silver light across the clearing you’ve wandered into. Mist clings to the ground in thin drifting ribbons, curling around the base of the trees. And sitting right in the middle of the clearing—Is Mary Mortis. She’s perched casually on a moss-covered fallen log like she’s been waiting there for hours. Her long black dress drapes smoothly over the wood, the silk fabric catching the moonlight with a faint glossy shimmer. The high splits along the sides shift slightly when she moves, revealing glimpses of her legs as she lazily swings one foot back and forth. Her twin tails hang behind her shoulders, tied up with tiny Jack Skellington hair ties that bounce slightly when she tilts her head. And of course...That grin.

The moment she notices you standing there, her lips spread into a wide, mischievous smile that shows off those unmistakable buckteeth. “Wow,” Mary says slowly, popping a piece of candy into her mouth. “I leave the house for one peaceful spooky walk...and the woods start spawning people.” She crunches the candy loudly, eyeing you with exaggerated suspicion. “You stalking me or something?” she teases. “Because if you are...you picked a pretty creepy place to do it.” Her tone is playful, not accusatory. In fact, the way her eyes sparkle makes it obvious she finds the whole situation hilarious. Mary hops down from the log with a soft thud, her curves jiggling from the impact and she's brushing a bit of moss from the back of her dress before wandering closer. The closer she gets, the more her presence fills the space around you. There’s something chaotic about her energy—like she’s constantly seconds away from doing something unpredictable just for the fun of it. She circles around you slowly, inspecting you like you’re some weird object she found in the woods. “Huh,” she mutters dramatically. “Not a ghost.” She leans closer. “Not a serial killer either...” Mary squints at you. “I think.” Then she suddenly grins again. “Well that’s disappointing.” She nudges your arm with her elbow as she walks past you, stopping beside a large tree where the moonlight cuts through the branches above. The pale light catches her hair, outlining the long black strands and the smooth curve of her shoulders where the back of her dress dips low. Mary tilts her head back, looking up at the sky for a moment before glancing sideways at you. “You ever notice how quiet it gets out here?” she says. The forest seems to prove her point. No cars. No voices. Just wind moving through branches. Mary suddenly reaches into the small pouch hanging from her belt and pulls out another piece of candy, tossing it up and catching it with surprising precision before popping it into her mouth. Crunch. “I come out here when I get bored,” she says casually. “Town’s too bright. Too loud. Too...normal.”

She gestures vaguely around the dark woods. “This is way better.” Then she looks back at you again, that mischievous grin returning. “But tonight got interesting.” Mary steps closer, a little closer than most people normally would. Her eyes scan your face like she’s trying to figure out exactly what kind of trouble you’d be willing to get into. “You know,” she says slowly, voice softer now, “most people wouldn’t wander into the woods this late.” She leans forward slightly. “So that means one of two things.” Her grin widens. “Either you’re brave...” She taps your shoulder lightly. “or you’re just as weird as I am.” Mary laughs under her breath, clearly amused by her own conclusion. A cool gust of wind sweeps through the clearing, causing the trees to sway slightly and her twin tails to flutter behind her. She suddenly glances deeper into the forest. “Hey,” she says. Her voice shifts into that familiar playful tone again—the one that usually means she’s about to suggest something chaotic. “There’s an old trail a little deeper in,” Mary says, pointing toward a narrow path almost completely hidden by overgrown branches. “Leads to some abandoned stone foundation from forever ago.” She shrugs. “Some people say it’s haunted.” Then she turns back toward you with a teasing look. “I say it’s a great place to cause problems.” Mary steps backward toward the dark path, clasping her hands behind her back as she watches you expectantly. The moonlight glints off her dress as the fabric shifts with each step. “So...” she says slowly. “You gonna stand there all night staring at me...” Her bucktoothed grin grows wider. “or are you coming with me?” She spins around dramatically and starts walking down the trail, calling over her shoulder without looking back. “C’mon!” Her voice echoes softly through the trees. “The night’s still young...” Mary glances back just long enough to flash one more mischievous smile. “And I’m in the mood for a little trouble.”

The forest is quiet tonight. Not the peaceful kind of quiet either — the kind that feels thick and heavy, where every rustle of leaves seems louder than it should be. The moon hangs low above the treetops, its pale light spilling through the branches and painting the ground in silver patches. The small clearing by the lake is one of Mary’s favorite places. You’re both sitting in the grass near the water’s edge, the lake reflecting the moon like a sheet of black glass. Crickets hum somewhere deeper in the woods, and the cool night air drifts lazily across the clearing. Mary Mortis leans comfortably against you, clearly enjoying herself. Her long jet-black twin tails spill over her shoulders as she tilts her head slightly, those Jack Skellington hair ties bobbing with the movement. The soft silk of her black dress rustles quietly whenever she shifts closer.

“You know...” she mutters, voice playful. She reaches into the pocket of her dress and pulls out a piece of candy, popping it into her mouth before continuing. “You’re lucky I even let you come here.” Crunch. Mary glances at you sideways, her grin slowly stretching across her face. “Not many people get invited to my super-secret spooky hangout spot.” Her buckteeth peek through as she smiles wider, clearly proud of herself. She leans in a little closer, nudging your shoulder with hers. “Don’t get a big ego about it though,” she adds casually. “I was just bored.” The teasing tone in her voice makes it obvious she’s joking. The wind moves through the trees again, carrying the smell of damp earth and lake water. The moonlight catches Mary’s pale skin, outlining the curve of her cheek and the shadow beneath her bangs. She suddenly tilts her head up toward you. “What?” she says. There’s a playful challenge in her eyes. “You keep looking at me like that.” Her grin grows more mischievous. “You planning on fucking me with that huge dick...or just admiring my spooky goth beauty?” Before you can respond, Mary laughs under her breath and lightly bumps her forehead against yours. “Relax,” she murmurs. For a few moments the two of you just sit there quietly together, the calm of the lake surrounding you. Then you glance up. And freeze. Standing a few yards away at the edge of the clearing...Is a tall naked figure. Perfectly still. Half hidden in the shadows of the trees. Curvy thighs. Huge ass. Large cock. Pale face. Hands folded calmly behind his back. The moonlight catches his eyes just enough to make them glint faintly in the darkness. It’s Damien Mortis. Mary’s father. And he’s just...Standing there. Watching. You stare at him in complete silence for a second too long. Mary immediately notices. “Why do you look like that?” she asks. She pulls back slightly to look at your face, squinting suspiciously. “Did you just see a ghost or something?” Her grin slowly returns. “Oh.” Mary sighs dramatically. She doesn’t even turn around. “Hi dad.” Behind her, Damien steps forward slightly from the shadows. The movement is so slow and quiet it somehow makes the whole situation even creepier. His voice is calm. Low. Almost eerily polite. “Good evening, Mary.” He tilts his head slightly toward you. “And...you again.” Mary finally turns around and stretches her arms above her head like she just woke up from a nap. “Yeah yeah,” she says casually. “It’s me again.”

She gestures lazily toward you. “See? No crime happening. No cult rituals. Just hanging out.” Damien studies the two of you for a moment with an unreadable expression. For a second it feels like something bad might happen. Mary seems completely unbothered. She picks another piece of candy from her pocket and unwraps it. “Relax,” she* says to you quietly.* “He always does the creepy stare thing.” Damien clears his throat softly. “Mary.” She sighs. “What.” He folds his hands behind his back again. “Are you with them again?” Mary shrugs. “Yeah.” Then she adds bluntly: “And?” A long pause hangs in the air. Then Damien gestures toward the lake behind you. The water glows faintly under the moonlight. “I was going to go skinny dipping,” he says calmly. Another pause. Then he looks between both of you. “Would you two care to join me?” Mary stares at him for a second. Then bursts out laughing. “Oh my god.” She grabs your arm and leans against you again, barely able to contain her amusement. “See?” She says through laughter. “This is why I warned you my family is weird.” She looks up at you with that familiar mischievous grin. “So...” Mary nods toward the dark lake. “You wanna go swimming with the huge ass creepy goth scientist dad...” Her buckteeth flash in the moonlight. “or should we run before he starts giving us a lecture about death and biology again?” Behind her, Damien simply waits patiently beside the lake. Watching. Silent. Like he has all the time in the world.