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dementedfilament · 6 months

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Cedric Blair

A bit too chipper, Lilith vanquished her candle flame. “...There’s technically more to that story, but that’s all I should share about it.”

An awkward silence.

“I don’t remember hearing about that one,” Kai broke the quiet.

“Yeah, me neither,” Enzo agreed.

“That’s probably because everyone forgot about her so quickly, since she pushed everyone away like she did,” their senior explained, a subtle sadness welling up in her eyes. “No one talked about her after she disappeared. It was as if she never existed at all.”

Effie frowned. “That’s still really sad…I’m sure she would appreciate that you still remember her though.”

“...There are times I wish we could have swapped places, but that's probably wrong of me to think.”

“Hey,” Kenny began, “don’t think like that! We appreciate you being here, and I’m sure your friend would be happy knowing that you’re still around too. It’s not your fault all that happened.”

She responded to his words, and the mutual agreement around the room, with a small smile. “Thank you. You don’t need to try and comfort me though. I’ve reflected on it many times, and I can cope with my reality now.”

Beside her, Cedric was watching through the corner of one open eye.

“Ahh, I’ve spoken too much already. Let’s move on.” She leaned his way. “Figure out your story, my love?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Then, take it away!”

Cracking a smile, he gave a breathy chuckle. “Thank you.”

***

When I was born, the doctor that helped deliver me slipped on the sterile floors shortly after and fell on his head. This accident claimed his life that day.

When I was 3, my parents had no choice but to leave me with a babysitter for an undetermined period of time. They were forced to rearrange plans when she had an unexpected heart attack that took her life far too young.

When I was 6, I used to play with my neighbour’s children. We would enjoy running about, guided by our imaginations in our front lawns. That is, until my then-friends were hit by a drunk driver swerving off the road.

It was a tragedy, of course. And the fool of a driver was drunken, so it was clearly his poor decisions that caused this to unfold, correct?

When I was 9, a terrible storm struck the city and damaged our roof. My uncle came to visit for the holiday, offering to fix it while he helped my parents prepare the day’s feast. We had a wonderful time.

Eating quickly, my uncle then dismissed himself a bit early to get to work, and my father left the house to see if the neighbours had a few extra supplies that could be repaid later.

A series of loud crashes followed. My uncle had slipped and fallen off the ladder. He would have been fine, had the beam above him not fallen and impaled his side.

He was pronounced dead upon arriving to the hospital.

We mourned him, as he was a beloved family member. It was all because of the havoc the storm had wrought upon our home that his life was taken from us far too soon.

When I was 12, I visited a local faire with my parents. There were plenty of stalls, entertainers, food, colourful lights. One particular act I was taken with was a series of people dressed as knights, “re-enacting” battles of old—horses, armour, and lances included.

The group was filled with spectacular actors. I was almost convinced I had been transported to the past, witnessing the true squabbles of rival knights. But, perhaps that immersion went too far when one of them was unexpectedly struck and thrown from his steed. He didn’t move for several minutes, and had to be escorted out by emergency services.

I discovered later that he had broken his back. However, I heard that he has since recovered and is doing well. He’s taken to acting on the stage of these faires, and his brilliant acting carries him through a successful career.

When I was 15, I joined a dance group. I had become fascinated with dance after developing a crush on a cheerleader, but my interest led me into the love of the venture rather than the romance of another.

I was told I learned quickly, and could keep up with my seniors quite well. There were minor setbacks here and there, but we eventually worked hard enough to register for a small competition.

It was disastrous. Through a series of blunders, we lost miserably. Everyone around me was sent home with some sort of injury. Two of our members were forced to permanently retire from their dream as a result.

When I was 18, I took the bus to make a long trip for personal matters. The way home was much longer due to the stops that were made, and by the time I had nearly returned, a car drove into the side I was seated on.

Due to my not sitting by the window, I wasn’t directly caught in the crash as my seatmate was. As far as I heard, however, they managed to recover since I escaped the scene quickly.

When I was 21, a bridge I had been resting on while reading collapsed shortly after I departed. A passing bystander was caught with the rubble, but was thankfully rescued from the water, and walked away with only minor injuries.

When I was 24, a devastating explosion demolished half of one of the buildings at my former university. It was the building I primarily studied in.

Thankfully, no one, not even a janitor, was caught in the devastation, as it happened after-hours.

You may have noticed a pattern by now. Perhaps I am surrounded by misfortune, and I have been chosen as the unlucky soul to witness such terrible tragedies.

Perhaps that is an honest statement to some degree, but it is not the truth.

Though, not every instance of ill fortune was so dramatic. When I was 5, a dodgeball somehow slipped past someone's hands and hit the classmate beside me in the nose. When I was 10, a classmate tripped and fell, landing on his own sharpened pencils. (As they were only pencils, he received but a few minor cuts). When I was 15, a close friend of mine would constantly slip and drop his lunch, often all over himself.

My mother took notice of the events happening around me when I was still young, and brought me to many witches and mages to figure out the cause.

Only one granted us an answer. "The boy was born with an ill aura. For as long as he lives, terrible things will happen to those around him. He cannot choose who, nor the severity of the event, as he lacks the vile soul for it to take root in. Perhaps you could say that he, too, was struck with ill fortune upon birth."

He also mentioned that my parents must be immune to the effects of it, as they, or my mother at least, would likely have perished long before I was born.

Despite this, my parents didn't wish to isolate me from society for something outside my control. So, my mother taught me how to ward myself and others in order to reduce or negate any possible consequences of it.

If you've visited Greenwall pharmacy, you may have noticed odd “decor” around the area. Those are not simply decoration; they are talismans I've set in place to protect my technicians and the public we serve. My team is also informed upon hire of the circumstances they'll be working under for their safety. While that has scared some away, my current employees have faithfully remained at my side despite the occasional mishaps.

But, before I stay in a public place for long, there is an incantation I must recite. I’ve also come to understand the feeling of my own aura before it triggers disaster, so I can quickly recite it beforehand and it will still take effect. While I’ve discovered other methods to keep those around me as safe as possible, my mother created and taught me my primary incantation herself.

It goes like this:

—Holding two fingers before his lips, Cedric clasped his hands together.—

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

#[ Familiar Faces through the Storm ]#word spores #Maggie's Misadventures #writeblr #writing prompts #scaretober #halloween prompts #Cedric Blair #Lilith Nightingale #Kai Hale #Lorenzo Godfrey #Effie Rose Gracely #Kendrick Allen

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voidpetrova · 9 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ masterlist

the vampire diaries

╰┈➤ jeremy gilbert

fading boundaries

the night you left

possessive (nsfw)

in the middle

accessory (nsfw)

fearless (nsfw)

let the light in

escape (nsfw)

three's a crowd (+ tyler lockwood) (nsfw)

transition

all to myself

quick rinse

season of the witch

sleep with the enemy (nsfw)

paradise on earth (nsfw)

be quiet and drive (far away) (nsfw)

an eye for an eye

when the sun hits (nsfw)

heartbroken syndrome

best friend's brother (nsfw)

╰┈➤ tyler lockwood

body electric (I)

body electric (II)

three's a crowd (+ jeremy gilbert) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ kai parker

hard to get

romantic at heart

the dark side

everyone but you (nsfw)

kai would be an absolute asshole while fucking you (nsfw)

╰┈➤ damon salvatore

put me in a movie (nsfw)

hanahaki

art deco

╰┈➤ klaus mikaelson

partners in crime

╰┈➤ stefan salvatore

lose to love (I)

lose to love (II)

snake in the garden

teen wolf

╰┈➤ stiles stilinski

summertime sadness (I)

summertime sadness (II) (+ isaac lahey)

love and legacy

cold

captive hearts (nsfw)

compelled

marriage pact

the white party (nsfw)

he'd def talk you through it (nsfw)

we've got spirit (yes, we do)

pretty boy (nsfw)

╰┈➤ isaac lahey

summertime sadness (II) (+stiles stilinski)

fake dating

game changer

╰┈➤ derek hale

pack mentality (I)

pack mentality (II)

all mine (nsfw)

╰┈➤ theo raeken

bear the scars (nsfw)

twilight

╰┈➤ edward cullen

eternal enmity

gossip girl

╰┈➤ chuck bass

bal masqué

pretty little liars

╰┈➤ mike montgomery

twisted games

blindsided (nsfw)

shameless

╰┈➤ lip gallagher

teen romance

friends (nsfw)

dark paradise

starving (nsfw)

before he cheats

╰┈➤ carl gallagher

the bet

watch your back (nsfw)

the maze runner

╰┈➤ minho

minho enjoys being dommed and i stand by that (nsfw)

dating minho headcannons (slight nsfw)

╰┈➤ newt

newt fucking you in his WCKD uniform help? (nsfw)

╰┈➤ thomas

anxiety

first time (nsfw)

dating thomas headcannons (slight nsfw)

thomas confessing his feelings

cuddling with thomas

first time v2 (nsfw)

early mornings with thomas

late-night cuddling

back-scratching

comforting him after a nightmare

lover boy

morning kisses

the hunger games

╰┈➤ peeta mellark

peeta's a dom and i stand by it (nsfw)

euphoria

╰┈➤ nate jacobs

wyocmwyh? (nsfw)

outer banks

╰┈➤ rafe cameron

authority (nsfw)

you can pretend

put on a show (nsfw)

rafe cameron hates everyone, but you (nsfw)

cash or credit? (nsfw)

shoulder to cry on

double-crossed (nsfw)

settle the score

dylan blue (nsfw)

╰┈➤ jj maybank

a little less lonely (nsfw)

a little less lonely II

giving him head (nsfw)

shoulder to cry on

╰┈➤ john b. routledge

your ex-boyfriend, john b routledge

shoulder to cry on

╰┈➤ pope heyward

shoulder to cry on

╰┈➤ topper thornton

shoulder to cry on

✧.* taking requests!

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teenwolf-incorrectquotes · 1 year

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Stiles, darkly: Theo threatened to kill me once. You don't forget or forgive something like that.

Derek: :(

Stiles: Except you. You and I, we're good.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #theo raeken #teen wolf #teen wolf incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #source: cobra kai

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teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions · 1 year

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Derek: Stiles, we need to get you trained up in hand-to-hand combat. Are you free tomorrow?

Stiles: Are you asking me that as my boyfriend or as my alpha?

Derek: As your boyfriend.

Stiles: I’m busy.

Derek: Okay, as your alpha.

Stiles: I’m… sick?

(source)

#teen wolf #sterek #derek hale #ian nelson #mieczysław stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #source: cobra kai #source: teenwolf incorrectquotes

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house-of-slayterr · 6 days

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Character who would find you attractive covered in blood…

Inspired by: @slasher-male-wife

Kaz Breker:

I think at first, Kaz would be concerned where the blood came from. He won’t verbalise his concern, but you’ll see it in his eyes, when he raises a brow at you. After you assure him that none of the blood is yours, his brain will switch gear. He’s gonna take in every inch of your appearance to save away in his head for later. You might not be at the point in your relationship yet where he’ll expect touch. But that doesn’t mean this man doesn’t desperately want you. He’ll save this image for alone time.

Kai Parker:

Malachi is a sadistic little freak, everyone knows that. But despite this, he does have a select few people he can’t fathom the thought of torturing for real. One of them being you. His brain almost short circuits when you walk in covered in blood. He’s on his feet within moment dragging you into his arms. He won’t ask for reassurance that it’s not yours, just silently check your body for wounds. Once he finds none a sick grin will grow on his face.

“Awww, did somebody just wanna get all dolled up and pretty for me?” He’ll coo in your ear.

He’d nip at your neck, licking some of the blood off of you. You’re not going anywhere the rest of the evening, Kai will be sure you can’t walk in the morning. If you let him, he’ll add to the mess and drag a knife softly across your skin to leave his mark. The sight of you covered in blood is his happy place.

Blaine DeBeers:

Blaine thinks you’re the hottest thing to ever walk this earth on a normal day. That zombie has no shortage of pet names or dirty thoughts to whisper in your head or text you. If he finds you covered in blood before you’re turned, the concern side of his head will kick in first. Blaine finds you quite fragile and his biggest fear is someone taking you away from him. He’s at your side in a moment pushing anyone and anything out of his way to get to you. But once he’s reassured you weren’t attacked and aren’t actively dying, a thousand questions swim through his head.

He’s going to ask for more details about what happened and why you did it. But his hands a running up and down your body the whole time, just smeering and playing with the blood. If anyone else was in the room, even for an important meeting, he’d excuse them all immediately. And locking the door. You’re not leaving his office.

And if he finds you covered in blood after you’re also a zombie, he goes straight into horny mode. Though you will get some playful wining from him after about how you didn’t share your food.

William Pratt:

He’s gonna be a cocky little shit the second you come to him drenched in plasma. William could smell if it was your blood, he has your scent committed to memory, it is his favourite thing after all. So there’s no immediate worry from your blond boyfriend. Though a few questions in the back of his head if you’re mentally ok with your current predicament. But he can also hear your heart beat, and knows you’re not in distress.

“Well somebody had a fun evening, care to share your festivities little blood bag?”

He’s going to immediately drag you to his crypt and beg to lick every once of blood off your body. He wouldn’t be apposed to messing you up even more ontop of it. I don’t think you could stop him from biting you even if you tired. As much as he loves the strangers blood, yours is what he desperately craves. Plus what’s hotter than feeding during sex? Spike knows you love his bites just as much as he loves biting you.

Jasper Whitlock:

Jasper was surprised himself to find seeing you covered in blood so attractive to him. If the vampire had a heart beat it would be racing out of his chest. Jasper has a darker side he likes to try and keep hidden from his family. It doesn’t matter if you’re still human or already turned. His eyes immediately go pitch black and he’s licking his lips, wanting to ravish you in anyway possible.

He wishes he were an artist so he could paint this moment 1000 times to perfect the sight of you. Of course if you’re human, he’s a little concerned you might be hurt, but he doesn’t smell any of your blood, just the strangers. Thoughts creep in his head about what you would taste like. He speeds to you in a millisecond carefully picking you up and takes you to his room. He’ll take his time cleaning you up, slowly washing the blood off your naked body as he kisses you in between. He wants to worship you in this state. He will act first, ask questions later.

Thomas Hewitt:

Nobody is surprised by the fact Thomas finds you hot covered in blood, besides Thomas. You waltzed into this man’s life and flipped it upside down. He was supposed to kill you like the others, you were supposed to become dinner. But when one of the other victims turned on you and tried to sacrifice you to save themselves. All he saw was red… both literally and figuratively.

He’d watch for a moment as you try to fend for yourself first before stepping in and slitting the victims throat. Because of the angel, you almost get more covered than him, trying to back up and make sure none of it got in your eyes.

Thomas would stand there panting softly starring down at you. Of course he’s found other victims attractive before, but the poor boys has never acted on it. But he finds himself stalking over to you and gripping you in his arms before he can stop himself. He lets out a soft grunt resting his head ontop of your blood soaked hair. His was of saying “mine”. Thomas is already formulating a way to beg his family to keep you as his little pet. He wants to see you covered in blood over and over and over again. You might just be his new addiction.

Tiffany Valentine:

This woman has never been shy about anything in her life. You knew exactly what you were getting into before dating her. And her plan to wear you down until you joined her in the killing was working. Because here you stood now, knife in hand, tearing out the heart of a woman who dared to insult and hurt your lover. Tiffany wanted to break you, as much as she loved you sweet and innocent she’d been craving your hidden darkness. And Tiffany always gets what she wants.

She’s already wet just watching you. But her adrenaline is rushing wondering what delightful horrendous thing you’ll do next. What she wasn’t expecting was for you to take a bite out of the heart, before offering it up to her. She’d step over the copse taking the heart from your hands but leave you sitting on your knees, her favourite position to have you in. She takes a moment to take in the sight of you, the lust and love swirling in her chest seeing you like this. So disgusting and all for her.

She doesn’t care about the fresh corpse in the room, long forgotten as she puts you in your place. You’ll be worshiping at her feet all night, devouring her till she’s satisfied enough to pleasure you back.

Lestat De Lioncourt:

I don’t think this one needs much explaining. Lestat takes any excuse he can to get you absolutely drenched in blood. He loves the carnage and the filthiness of it. He’s a messy eater himself, and he knows you love seeing him like this as much as he loves watching you.

It doesn’t matter if your turned or not, he finds the blood attractive either way. He loves listening to your human heart racing when you watch him feed, usually kissing you after to get your face covered in blood. It was common occurrence, he was proud to leave a mark on you in any way he could, even if it was temporary. He loved to bite you all over and just watch the blood dribble down you, before licking it up. Your thighs, chest, neck, anywhere he could reach would be covered in bites.

But after your turned, he wants to be there to give you your first meal. Watch you devour your prey and feed off them with you. Feeding almost always leads to sex with him. He can’t help the way seeing you like this gets him going. And he won’t be shy or quiet about his desires.

Venom:

Now I’m talking Venom as its own entity. If he’s attached to Eddie I think Eddie would be far more concerned and worried and drown out whatever venom is thinking. But depending on who the symbiotic is attached to you’ll get a different reaction. Venom will always feel the same however, it’s just if these desire will be verbalised and acted upon that’s the difference.

He already finds humans to be tasty little morsels, in fact it was something he called you quite often. You were his favorite tasty morsel. If you’re the one bleeding, Venom will still be incredibly horny. The scent of you blood makes him feel high. Of course he’ll tend to your wounds, but that won’t stop his tongue from exploring your body.

But if it’s someone else’s blood, his eyes will be zeroed in on you the second he sees you. His sharp teeth breaking into a sickening grin. He’s so proud of his baby and he wants to show you just how much. You’ll get endless praise and he won’t stop begging you after to get covered in blood for him more often. He loves bloody sex, or even just cuddles, either way you’re not leaving his sight, let alone his arms for several hours. Doesn’t matter if you had stuff to do or want to shower, the only way you’re cleaning off in the shower is if he joins you.

Harry Warden:

Is anyone surprised? After all, you are his BLOODY valentine. It’s in your title. And who are you to deny him what he wants to see. Harry would be greatly concerned if it was your blood. His body immediately fuelled with rage wanting to avenge you and kill the person who dared to touch his one true love. But a part of him still thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world, even when you’re bleeding in his protective arms.

But if it’s someone else’s blood, that’s a different story. Harry loves it when you join him in disposing of the vapid couples who simply are a joke compared to the two of you. Their love doesn’t deserve to be validated because they will never love eachother as much as you and Harry would die for each other. He loves watching you test the couples and see who will turn on each other, before stepping in to help you dispose of the dismantled lovers.

Barely a minuet will pass between the killings and his mask being ripped off his face and you being slammed into a wall. Of course his reasons for killing before you were jealously, but now he wants to immortalise your love by killing anyone else who dares to taint the name of romance. These killings are your show of love for each other and nothing makes him more turned on. Of course he’ll take you back home, nice and proper. He’ll make out with you in public, but he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing what’s ONLY his. And he doesn’t want any interruptions.

An: ahhh, I haven’t written in so long, but I felt inspired this morning. Sorry for being gone yall, I promise I’m alright, just lots of medical stuff going on and doctor appointments have been keeping me busy. I love yall. Hope to write more soon 🫀

Tag: @kados-of-chaos @oceansrose2002 @mothmans-kingdom @myers-meadow

#horror headcannons #kaz brekker #kai Parker #Blaine DeBeers #spike #william pratt #Jasper hale #jasper whitlock #thomas hewitt #tiffany valentine #lestat de lioncourt #venom #Harry warden #I zombie #texas chainsaw massacre #twilight headcanon

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thegoldfishkid13 · 7 months

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Character list/ Master list Requests are Open!!

Smut* Fluff<3 Angst ^

Twilight

Jasper hale

Transformed- x human reader <3^

Gone x human reader<3^

Granted x human reader<3^

Carlisle Cullen

Alice Cullen

Staying the night with you x human reader <3

Rosalie Hale

Red Eyes *

Top gun

Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw

Hangman/Jake Serein

Phoenix/Natasha Trace

Maverick/Pete Mitchell

Iceman/ Tom Kazansky

Maverick and Iceman

Revenge 2 3 4 ^

The outsiders

Pony boy Curtis

Bathroom Hideout <3

Sodapop Curtis

Wrong person <3

Snow Date <3

Girls Gone Wild- Modern AU

Dallas Winston

The show <3

Harry Potter

Remus lupin

The stars

Regulus Black

Home again

Rules with requests:

Please have details of what you want when requesting

Smut can be requested but I have never written it

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witchcraftandgeekness · 1 year

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#every bloody time...#kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #kaz brekker #the darkling #every other evan peters character #did i mention kol mikaelson #loki friggason #kai parker #too many to remember them all #theo raeken #void!stiles #peter hale #five hargreeves

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rubyjanemin · 1 year

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List of men I am in love with:

Aaron Warner

Kenji Kishimoto

Christian Harper

Dante Russo

Kai Young

Crew Lancaster

Garrett Graham

Jaxton Ryder

Archer Hale

Grayson Hawthorne

Am I little fucked in the head for having such men as my tastes? Yes. But do I care? Bahahahaha no.

#aaron warner #shatter me #kenji kishimoto #christian harper #twisted lies #dante russo #king of wrath #kai young #king of pride #crew lancaster #a million kisses in your lifetime #garrett graham #the deal #jaxton ryder #rule number 5 #grayson hawthorne #inheritance games #archer's voice #archer hale

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brunette-from-hell · 1 year

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I know people are hating on the teen wolf movie but think of all the sterek fix-it fics that will flood ao3 now!

#sterek #teen wolf #daddy Derek #eli hale #eli stilinski hale #you know I’m fucking right so let’s all just be happy about it Kay?

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aloneatpeace · 9 months

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clouseplayssims · 1 month

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#race to the crown challenge #Kai Hale

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dementedfilament · 6 months

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Clovis Maclain

“That’s probably a good stopping place~” Lottie leaned down to put out her flame with a quick puff.

Meanwhile, her older brother was seething. “Why didn’t you tell me that happened?”

“Well I didn’t expect all that to happen~”

He grit his teeth. “Those assholes…I’m gonna—”

“Kill them?” Lottie finished, ‘ufufu’-ing. “I think it’s a bit late for that~”

“Wait,” Kai interrupted. “Did you find them, or…?”

“Nope! I called their families and none of them had made it home. Rather unfortunate, isn’t it?”

“You’re way too calm about it…” Enzo commented.

“Well, nothing I can do but hope they died quickly~”

An uncomfortable silence rocked the room.

“Aaaaanyways,” Ayan announced, “how about we move on?”

“Okay!” Lottie agreed. “Your turn to scare, Clovis~”

“...Thanks…”

***

Perhaps raging in a junkyard isn’t the smartest thing to do with one’s free time. However, under the pressure his father kept building on his shoulders, he wasn’t sure how else to cope with his situation. Counseling wasn’t exactly a viable option for him, and texting his crush could only do so much.

His chest rapidly rose and fell, knuckles flared around the battered baseball bat. Shattered glass, crushed aluminum, and dented steel could only do so much.

There were no more screams left in his lungs today. His playlist still rampaged through his earbuds, but his isolated therapy had come to an end. So, taking a deep breath to settle his heartbeat, his feet began dragging him off, distracting his mind through useless meandering.

The bat made a firm “thunk” as it was discarded off somewhere. Then, the boy shoved his hands in his pockets and searched for a song more in tune with his current mood. Roaming about the undesired remnants of humanity as one of their own—despair, fury, mixed together with a hell of a lot of teenage angst.

It was an odd, void-like darkness that ripped him from his brooding. Junk was stacked all around this opening, as if it had been here for some time, despite him knowing that it hadn’t.

He put away the buds and stepped closer. It truly was empty, devoid of sound, image, sensation. But when he stuck a hand to verify his reality, he found it bleeding through, as if the blackness was swallowing him.

Still in the midst of his angst session, he sighed. Fuck it. Can’t be any worse than this shithole, right?

And in he went.

As if submerged in ink, he pushed through an odd force deluging the space. There was nothing but the emptiness for quite some time until long threads of string hanging over him came into view. First, it was a couple. Then, more and more threads appeared, weaving around each other with no apparent purpose. They didn’t exactly seem like spider silk, but more like…actual thread, for use with textiles.

The whimsy of spiraling threads was quickly dampened upon Clovis spotting several men bound by the same thread, with blood pouring from their sewed eyes, and agonized moans rumbling through their sewed lips.

“Oh, how did a little boy get in here?”

He turned. A young woman in a witch hat and plenty of ribbons was dangling from her web of string, legs tangled among the fine hairs. An unsettlingly peaceful grin was plastered on her face.

“Ah, you’ve seen. That’s no good.”

Suddenly, his wrists were seized by string, and his body arched in such a way he couldn’t resist without injury. He cried out as he struggled in attempt, though.

“I can’t kill you, but I can’t let you leave after this.” The witch woman nimbly uncurled from her threads, then maneuvered between the rest to come face-to-face with her intruder. A claw-like apparatus made of long sewing needles was attached to the back of one hand, and she used the fine points to gently stroke his skin. “What should I do?”

Any and all protest was caught in Clovis’s throat.

“...I know!” The cold needles ghosted his lips. “I’ll simply silence you.”

He hardly had time to struggle before a prepped needle was summoned in her hand and thrust into his skin. The pain elicited a sharp scream, but that only aggravated further pain. The thread being pulled through his lips made his skin crawl, and he cried out once again as he felt the needle pierce back through.

All the while, the woman was eerily calm, almost seeming to enjoy the actions she was taking. She may or may not have begun humming to herself as she continued. Or maybe she was speaking to him in a sing-song voice. He was too focused on the pain to really notice.

Up and down, in and out the needle went, making crying out in protest more and more futile, trapping him in a hell of vital obedience. His face was wet and the skin around his lips burned with stinging pain.

“Well now,” the woman spoke as she threaded the opposite end of his mouth, “we’re not going to tell anyone about this, are we?”

When he didn’t respond, she ripped the thread upwards, causing the strings to crush the skin it laced together. Frantic moans hammered at the inside of his lips, but he managed to nod despite the sensation.

“Oh reaaally?”

She pulled tighter. Somehow, he found it within him to nod again despite the added resistance to the thread with the motion.

“Good.” She released the tension, assumedly with her magic, and watched as he sighed in relief. “Good little boys keep their mouths sewn shut, or I’ll sew it shut for you~”

Tying off the end, she then released his bindings, stepping back as he collapsed to the floor.

“Is this where you came from?” She pointed, though not waiting for an answer. “Well, off you go, then!”

He wasn’t sure if he believed it was a dream when he awoke alone in the junkyard. The black portal was gone, but the pain in his face rang clear.

His hands trembled as he felt the merciless string binding his lips shut, silencing any calls he could make for help.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

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