Ƭнє Lιgнтнσυѕє Sєαѕση 3 (A Sρσσf.) (New Episode: 10/26/24)

Maybe just a bit of streamling. . is all I can see. I'll give it a whirl here.

Robinsong~Isole, will you explain what’s going on?

*The calico she-cat’s voice contains both fright and confusion while the blob “moves,” about in mid-air, it is vaguely transparent in consistency allowing the Workers to see Isole’s lips begin to curl into a snarl. Then the blob solidifies into a cat-like shape and the light begins to seep away from the feline as if they are mere water droplets dripping down fur. In place of where the light had been is a vaguely spectral, she-cat, with light gray fur and a white splotch above her nose. She faces Isole, who merely stares in an odd mix of rage and confusion.*

???~Interesting. I didn’t expect to settle on this form at all.

Isole~What is the meaning of this, Spirit of Fear?

*The dark gray tabby glares at the she-cat who merely opens her eyes in response, revealing them to be the same light purple color as the Serpent’s had been. Except the do not reflect the mixed emotions of Isole, instead settling on some twisted sense of amusement. There is also something odd about the she-cat’s appearance minus the spectral and floating aspects, the pupils of the she-cat are a darker shade of purple instead of black which is a rather unsettiling characteristic for a change from the norm.*

Fear~My appearance? I’m uncertain of that myself, though it may have to do with your presence, Tragedy. Not that it matters.

*Isole visibly flinches at the name of Tragedy, but the tom angrily yells a response.*

Isole~The fact that we can even speak to one another is certainly a mat-

*A scream of horror drowns out the rest of Isole’s words, his own screams are followed by shrieks from Treepelt and Robinsong. A red smear has appeared at the center of the Spirit’s pupils, while the living scream and tremble in fear due to the she-cat’s abilities. Then just as quickly as it had occurred, Isole’s screams stop, the tom is left horribly shaken and still trembles even while he tries to keep a hold on himself and glares madly at Fear, who merely frowns in response. Treepelt and Robinsong are still within Fear’s grip but neither Worker is screaming, possibly too lost in whatever Fear is showing them to even scream at this point.*
Fear~Your greatest fear is our fruition. So, you truly wish to betray us, then?

Isole~You saw what frightens me. You tell me, Fear.

Fear~As if you’re in a position to be smug with me, Tragedy.

*Fear then smirks before she speaks, as if something has amused her.*

Fear~You killed the trapped form I was in. Why?

Isole~You’ve practically proven that you would be more dangerous with an actual body at your disposable instead of a beast.

Fear~Interesting.

*Fear’s form flickers for a moment as if the form is threatening to break apart, yet the Spirit doesn’t respond to the flickers, instead choosing to smile at Isole. The tabby in response, narrows his eyes in suspicion at the sudden change in behavior.*

Fear~Would it not have been much easier to kill the one you invited in? Instead of seeking me? (This one is a bit clunky. Let's see- "Instead of seeking me to kill, might it have been easier to kill one who you invited in?" Not sure if its better tho.)
Just watch areas where it is really two sentences and a period works better than a comma. I changed that in several spots. I really don't see a problem here between two characters that have that way of speech.)

Isole~I can kill the one I invited at any time. It is you that slithered in without an invitation.

Fear~So you considered me a higher priority….

*The smile she had then becomes a grin, said grin is then broken almost immediately by chilling laughter. It is not mocking but the fact she has apparently become very amused by this is disturbing.*

Fear~I have overestimated you. You have no idea how horribly you underestimated your circumstances, Tragedy. Let alone your skills. Think of my parting words, as an opportunity to adjust to your inevitable failure. The deaths of these vile specks of dust behind me are likely not the only ones we can slay to achieve consciousness.

*Fear’s form then flickers for a moment, before bursting back into individual wisps of light. The lights collide with each other as if attempting to re-create their form before giving up entirely. They then simply fade away, leaving Isole to stare at the shocked Workers in front of him, who have fallen to the ground, both cats appear to be barely conscious.*

Isole~What in Spirits name did she even mean? The Guests, Visitors, and especially those who have worked for me, would be the only options to break free from that form… Besides, it’s not like-

*Multi-colored eyes suddenly widen in a horrifying realization and in a swift movement, the dark gray tabby leaps over the smaller hole that separates the scrap of corridor he is on from the main corridor. *

*Then in a mad dash, he disappears down the corridor, likely entering a Shift into another part of The Lighthouse.*