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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 11 months

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Otonokoji’s Kryptonite: Part 1.

FF Soldier: Mr Munakata! The equipment is prepared to be transported back to the Tower. We’ve kept the essentials, as you’ve instructed.

Good. See to it they get back safely.

*Munakata directs some soldiers who are performing an equipment transit, watching as they put the gear in the backs of the trucks, and start to drive off.

*CRRRAAAAASSHH!!*

!!!??

Krgh!

*He is caught unpleasantly off guard, as Kanade bursts through the opening in the trees, and collapses on the ground! She gets up, and immediately grabs her chainsaw guitar!

*BRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUM!!*

HYAGH!

HOOYAGH!

*CLAAASSSSHH!*

*Seeing it coming, Kanade grabs her chainsaw and slashes forward as Kaede burst out of the trees! She swings her blade downward, and their weapons clash. However, Kaede’s blade causes Kanade’s chainsaw to be jammed!

WHAT!?

What’s the matter!? I thought you swore you were gonna kill us, but now you’re trying to RUN!?

GRRRRGGH!

Yukari: Otonokoji!? Can you hear me!?

...!?

*Kanade suddenly hears a noise in her ear, remembering she has an earpiece that lets her communicate with her allies at Zetsubou.

Akira: Phew...Finally got it working!

Tsumugi: Are you ok!?

HRAAUGH!

GUGH!

*Kanade shoves Kaede off of her, then starts running away!

You can’t escape me, you coward!

*WHOOOM!*

KAEDE AKAMATSU!?

Gagh!

*As soon as Kaede rushes after Kanade at blinding speed, Kuripa also bursts out into the clearing, brandishing his sword.

Kuripa Kurafto! What is going on!?

No time explain! We need to catch up to them! She’s going to kill her!

Are you sure? She seemed to be holding her own just fine...!

AKAMATSU is gonna kill OTONOKOJI, you fucking donkey!

!!!??

Narumi: Kanade-chan! What’s going on!?

Grgh...Akamatsu’s gone crazy! She’s trying to KILL ME!

Tsumugi: She won’t! She’s too scared to even hurt you too badly.

She STABBED me in the GUT! I have a HOLE in me!

HRRRUAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!!!

!!!!???

*CRASH!*

*Kanade narrowly dodges, as Kaede slams down on her! The impact leaves a crater in the ground, which she clambers out of and rushes after Kanade, with bloodshot eyes.

It’s alright, we prepared for this, remember?

Yes...There’s a backup station that dispenses Monokuma’s. I highly doubt they’ll stop Akamatsu, but they’ll slow her down enough for Otonokoji to make an escape!

But...know this, Lady Shirogane...If we do this, we’ll miss our chance to kill Kaede Akamatsu.

...

That’s what you wanted more than anything, isn’t it?

She’s already out of the lab. We missed our chance a while ago.

We’ll just have to try again next time.

Very well!

Mugi-chan.

You heard her Akira. Do it.

*Akira immediately starts typing on the keyboard, entering a command.

...!?

Akira?

Boss...It’s not responding!

What!?

What do you mean!?

Mikihiko! Get satellite visual on the backup dispenser!

*Mikihiko does as commanded.

...!?

What...!?

It’s...It’s been completely destroyed! Someone must have set charges off inside it!

!!??

The Future Foundation!?

No, it was only not even 5 minutes ago! The Foundation are too distracted chasing Otonokoji and Akamatsu!

Then who-!?

GAGH! Forget about it! We don’t have time for this!

DRAAGGH! HRGH! RURGH! RAAAAAAAGGH!!

NGGGH!

*Kanade does her absolute best to dodge and weave out of the way of an incoming of slashes from Kaede’s weapons. She’s able to dodge most of the blows, but Kaede’s attacks are so fast and so sporadic that she is grazed several times.

HRGH!

*VROOOM!* *JUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJUGAJ!!!*

GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!

*Both of them, with a deranged look in their eyes, clash against each other, as their spear and chainsaw collide.

This...would NEVER have HAPPENED, if you had JUST GIVEN ME HIBIKI!

Get real! The murders were never gonna stop, even if you walked away from the main conflict! And there’s no way I’m letting Hibiki go within a FOOT of a psycho like you!

...!?

Nah...I’m gonna make sure that you NEVER hurt anyone again...No matter what it takes...!

That’s fine...YOU CAN DIE THEN!

*BRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUMRUM!*

HAAAAGH!

!!??

*Kaede avoids a swing from the chainsaw by flying upwards.

Tsumugi: Hold the chainsaw up, she’s gonna crash down on top of you!

!!??

*Kanade holds up her guitar, ready to catch Kaede as she drops, but then...

*CRASH!* *KER-PUNNNKK!*

GUUHUUAGH!

*Kaede lands, after having switched her weapon into bludgeoning mode, and rams her spear straight into Kanade’s gut!

GRRGH! You...FUCKING...! Huh!?

HIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!

*POOOOOOOOWWWW!*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAGGHH!!!??

*Kaede runs up and delivers the strongest uppercut known to man using her weapon, the force strong enough that it rockets Kanade straight into the air and sends her flying miles!

Good shot! You got her GOOD!

No...I’m not done...! I’m NOWHERE NEAR DONE!

*WHOOOOSSH!*

[Meanwhile...]

We should be getting back to the campsite now.

...Right...

Should we...drop you off before we arrive?

No, I think I need to go back and apologize to my friends first before I leave...

Alright. Good on you for sorting yourself out.

I haven’t though...I’m still just the immature kid that Kuripa said I was...Nothing’s changed but...

I’m hoping to make a start...

...

*SLAM!* *BANG!* *SLAM!*

What was that...!?

...!?

*Rantaro suddenly looks out the window of the chopper.

Hey, come look at this!

*Shuichi shuffles to his side, and they both look out the window. Down below, they can see Munakata’s equipment transfer.

...

...!

!!!??

Those are Future Foundation vans...They’re probably transferring equipment back to the Tower...

That’s Kanade Otonokoji! A serial killer that Zetsubou employed.

Hey...doesn’t that other person kind of look like Kaede...?

Yeah...

...

*A sudden moment of clarity causes Rantaro and Shuichi to panic, as their eyes widen.

Both: THAT IS KAEDE!

Nico! Drop us down, now!

Now!?

We have to hurry!

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denjirv · 1 year

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Heavy angst alert!

An AU where Fiend!Reader runs over to Kishibe when the Anti-Makima Squad tries to send Makima to Hell.

“Kishibe! You can’t do this! Makima will most likely kill you and I don’t want you to die.”

“Y/N, you need to leave now, Makima is going to come over any minute no-”

And just like that, Makima appears, “Did you really think you could stop me?”

“Y/N, run.” Kishibe orders.

You want to object but you know that Makima will most likely kill you without any effort as you know she is far more powerful than you. You start to run away and Kishibe pulls out his gun as a means of distracting Makima to save you. However, in the blink of an eye, Makima grabs Kishibe’s gun and breaks it in half and grabs you by your collar.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve properly met. Let’s talk.”

Kishibe sprints at Makima, throwing as many punches as he can to try and stop her. However, Makima dodges them all and grabs Kishibe by his arm and throws him through a wall.

“Kishibe!” You yell out.

Makima grabs you by the chin before you can do anything to her. Makima knows that she can control you and wants to have some fun with that.

“Kill Kishibe.” Makima orders.

You try to resist Makima as much as possible, you’re Kishibe’s wife after all. But, Makima’s control is stronger than your will. Kishibe gets up and tries to stop Makima but it’s too late.

“Kill Kishibe.” You repeat, controlled by Makima.

Kishibe’s eyes widen and Makima smiles a sadistic smirk as she sits down on a chair. You were never useful to her plan and she wants Kishibe to suffer for trying to interfere with her plans so watching you and Kishibe to fight to the death would be a fun way for her to kill time while waiting for Chainsaw Man to escape Hell.

“Kill… Kishibe.” You say, looking at Kishibe and getting into a fighting stance as you are going to attack Kishibe.

Sorry if this is too angsty for you but I thought this short story up when I saw the ask that mentioned Kishibe’s plot against Makima.

-Mystery Anon

I like it it's really good!

#my flu is coming down #i think I can clear out my inbox

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narukouzumakinamikaze · 1 year

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Okay just finished RE4 remake. I know it’s been a week, what took me so long.. anyway I loved it. Loved the original so it’s hard to mess this game up considering how beloved it is and how many ports it has. They had to get this one right.

I love the enhancement to the knife in that you can actually parry and sneak up on enemies to kill them. I didn’t play the demo so during the village I had to idea I could do that until they did the tutorial.

I also loved the changes and enhancements to the village and the stage design. Of course the start of the game shows that there’s going to be lot of changed to the world, but after the villager part I’m like, this is familiar but also new and I enjoyed it immensely. Some parts of the game was taken out, like the whole lift part where you have to ride the lift up with Ashley and kill/dodge the attacks while you’re riding. And the fire stage in salazar’s castle. But they also added other stages to make up for what they took out. Like the Luis mine ride. And I can say I didn’t miss any of the stages that were taken out. Like, I noticed they were gone but I enjoyed the new stages as well. It was all new but also the same and I loved it.

I also love the new enemies as well as the environmental changes. Enemies can now be caught in bear traps and the animals can actual cause damage. It was hilarious when I realized that the cow killed the chainsaw in the village for me without me noticing. But when I turned and seen the cow just standing over him along with some dead villagers, I just laughed. And the boar headed enemies with the hammers was a surprised that I welcomed. When I first started I thought I was doing terribly, but when chapter two came and I had mad stuff, I realize I was doing just fine.

Oh, speaking of the enemies and thinking i was doing bad, the village part was a pain, only because the enemies have new attacks. When the lady with the pitchfork charged at me, I was so confused. Leon also moved slow and draws his gun so slow so that was annoying. But once you get the hang of it, it’s all good. I figured the reason I felt Leon was going slow was because I was used to a more faced paced game. I’ve seen a post where someone also complained about how slow Leon is, and even Cory kenshin voiced it in his video. But again, it’s probably because I’m used to a more face paced game. Also, the lake monster fight was better in the original. Idk why it’s a chore in the remake. He throws when I don’t even throw.

Now the story is pretty much the same, but with some new enhancements. I really liked that they did more with the whole Plaga inside Ashley and Leon in this one and made it more relevant to the plot. I’m the OG it consisted more of just making Ashley walk towards Saddler but in this I appreciate that Saddler did try to use that control to kill Leon. I liked how they added context to the village as well and Mendez.

Moving on to characters, I don’t understand the praise for the remake characters. Like at all. It’s probably because I didn’t see any actual issue with the way they were in the original, but the remake did nothing for me. Not saying the remake characters are bad, they just don’t do anything for me character wise.. I think my issue is that they took away from the characters and added what they thought was better, but it didn’t really make the characters better for it.

For example, Leon meeting Luis was rushed, and they also cut out the talk they had when they were tied up in the OG. This gave context to Luis as a character. So they cut that out to give Luis a whole chapter to give exposition that was never in the game. When people say he’s better, I don’t understand how when we’re not given any reason for his change of heart. If he wanted to help he would have unlocked Leon from the chain instead of throwing the key. Up until that point all he wanted was to get the Amber so he can leave. Nothing at all gave context or development to this idea that he wants to help him. On top of that, the whole chain scene was poorly done because Luis just randomly decided to make himself suspicious without any reason to do so. What about the remake am I meant to think is better than the original, when he’s not written any better?

Ashley as a character can be summed up as a quote from capcom, and in paraphrasing, “we changed her clothes because it’s cold where she is so it makes more sense for her to have warmer clothing.” What this means, is that it ignores the fact that Ashley was kidnapped, so her clothing would not reflect the environment she’s in. I’m surprised people aren’t complaining that capcom didn’t give her a gun considering she’s leons partner. It seems like people didn’t like the fact that she was kidnapped and was just scared and wanted to leave and wasn’t enthusiastic about her situation. So when the game makes it so that she wants to be Leon’s partner, and she’s happy to help, it’s considered good writing because females have to be tough to be good characters.

I think Leon’s character was bad. I get the game wanted to be more serious, but they took away Leon’s personality to do so. This one is boring and so generic. There’s no banter with Salazar, no joking with hunnigan. No joking with Ashley. He’s just serious and it took away any charm he had as a character in the original. If you like serious characters power to you, but this Leon just felt super generic, which is sad. I think the only scene I enjoyed, was when he comforted Ashley. And the scene where he’s walking through the hallucinations.

Mendez was an improvement. He actually seemed threatening, and that part where he trapped us and we had to run away from him, nerve wrecking. I also liked the lore we got from him as well.

Salazar, in the way of Leon, they took away his personality. There’s nothing memorable about him in the remake at all. In the OG he has his banter with Leon and his temper. But in this one there’s nothing to say. He’s just there because he was in the OG game.

Krauser.. calling Leon rookie made the relationship impersonal. I guess they were more co workers than comrades, which is sad because they could have also built that relationship but did nothing with it. When he called Leon comrade in the OG, it made their relationship seem deeper. In this one, not so much.

Saddler. Nothing much to say about him. I feel he’s the same but they did more with the plays in Leon’s body then in the OG, which is nice.

All in all I really enjoyed the game. Again, I’m not saying any of these characters are bad except for Leon, so don’t take this as me saying remake Ashley and remake Luis are bad.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 remake

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fmpnalogirlypop · 1 month

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Resident evil researching part 5

Resident Evil 4

Resident Evil 4 is a survival horror game by Capcom, originally released for the GameCube in 2005. Players control the special agent Leon S. Kennedy on a mission to rescue the US president's daughter, Ashley Graham, who has been kidnapped by a religious cult in rural Spain.

Gameplay

The player controls the protagonist, Leon S. Kennedy, from a third-person perspective. Departing significantly from the series' previous games, the gameplay focuses on action and shootouts with fewer survival horror elements. The camera is placed behind Leon and zooms in for an over-the-shoulder view when aiming a weapon, or a first-person view when aiming with a sniper rifle.

Resident Evil 4 adds context-sensitive controls. Based on the situation, players can interact with the environment: kicking down a ladder, jumping out of a window, dodging an attack or executing a "finishing move" on weakened enemies. There are also quick time events, in which the player must press buttons indicated on-screen to execute actions such as dodging a falling boulder or wrestling an enemy to stay alive.

The main enemies are violent villagers referred to as Los Ganados ("The Cattle" in Spanish). Unlike the franchise's traditional zombies, Los Ganados can dodge, wield weaponry like chainsaws and projectile weapons, and are capable of working collectively and communicating with each other.

Plot

While in the village, Leon is captured by its chief, Bitores Mendez, and injected with Las Plagas. He finds himself held captive with Luis Sera (Rino Romano), a former police officer in Madrid, and former Los Iluminados researcher. The two work together to escape, but soon go their separate ways. Leon finds out Ashley is being held in a church and rescues her.[16] They both escape from the church after Osmund Saddler (Michael Gough), leader of Los Iluminados, reveals his plan to use the parasite they injected into Ashley to manipulate her into injecting the president of the United States with a "sample" once she returns home, allowing Saddler to begin his conquest of the world.

After killing Mendez, Leon and Ashley try to take refuge in a castle but are attacked by more Iluminados under the command of Ramon Salazar (Rene Mujica), another of Saddler's henchmen who owns the castle, and the two become separated by Salazar's traps. Meanwhile, Luis searches for pills that will slow Leon and Ashley's infection, as well as a sample of Las Plagas.

Development

In 1999, producer Shinji Mikami said a Resident Evil sequel was in development for PlayStation 2. Resident Evil 4 underwent a lengthy development, during which at least four versions of the game were discarded. The first version was directed by Hideki Kamiya. Around the turn of the millennium, Resident Evil 2 writer Noboru Sugimura created a story for the game, based on Kamiya's idea to make a "cool" and "stylish" action game.

"Fog" version

This revision, commonly dubbed the "fog version", was directed by Hiroshi Shibata and was 40 percent finished at that time. The game saw Leon S. Kennedy struggling to survive after having infiltrated Umbrella's castle-like main headquarters located in Europe and featured traditional Resident Evil monsters such as zombies.

"Hook Man" version

At E3 2003, Capcom showcased a version widely known as the "hook man version". It was later titled Maboroshi no Biohazard 4 (幻の「バイオハザード4」, lit. "The Phantom Biohazard 4") on the Biohazard 4 Secret DVD. During Mikami's introduction of the trailer, he assured that development was proceeding smoothly and claimed the game was scarier than ever before. The story was set in a haunted building where Leon contracted a bizarre disease and fought paranormal enemies, such as animated suits of armor, living dolls, and a ghostlike man armed with a large hook.

"Hallucination" version

The Hallucination version had only a basic story concept, having dropped the previous scenario penned by Noboru Sugimura of Flagship. In 2012, Resident Evil 3: Nemesis scenario writer Yasuhisa Kawamura said he was responsible for this version, as he wanted to make Biohazard 4 scarier "and suggested using a particular scene from the film Lost Souls, where the main character [...] suddenly finds herself in a derelict building with a killer on the loose.

Final version

Following that, it was decided to reinvent the series. Mikami took over directorial duties from Shibata and began working on the version that was released. In an interview with Game Informer, Mikami explained his decision to shift to a new gameplay system is due to the feeling that the older system is "more of the same" after playing Resident Evil Zero.

However, some of the staff members disagreed about changing the gameplay system. These members felt depressed and were hard to motivate after the game's focus shifted to be more action-oriented. Although Mikami demanded the camera system be revised, the team had reservations about making big changes to the series he had created.

Merchandise

Biohazard 4 Original Soundtrack was released in Japan on December 22, 2005. It contains 62 compositions from the game and the 48-page Visual Booklet with liner notes from composers Shusaku Uchiyama and Misao Senbongi. Other merchandise included figures by McFarlane Toys, NECA and Hot Toys.

Resident Evil 5

In 2009, five years after the events of Resident Evil 4, Chris Redfield, now an agent of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA), is dispatched to Kijuju in West Africa. He and his new partner Sheva Alomar are tasked with apprehending Ricardo Irving before he can sell a bio-organic weapon (BOW) on the black market.

Chris and Sheva are rescued by BSAA's Delta Team, which includes Sheva's mentor Captain Josh Stone. In Stone's data Chris sees a photograph of Jill Valentine, his old partner, who has been presumed dead after a confrontation with Albert Wesker.

When Chris and Sheva try to regroup with Delta Team, they find the team slaughtered by a BOW; Sheva cannot find Stone among the dead. Determined to learn if Jill is still alive, Chris does not report to headquarters.

Chris and Sheva board the tanker and encounter Gionne, who escapes after dropping a case of syringes; Sheva keeps several. When Chris and Sheva reach the main deck, Wesker announces over the ship's intercom that he has betrayed Gionne and infected her with Uroboros. She mutates into a giant monster, which Chris and Sheva defeat. Jill radios in, telling Chris and Sheva that Wesker must take precise, regular doses of a serum to maintain his strength and speed; a larger or smaller dose would poison him.

As a dying Wesker attempts to drag the helicopter into the volcano, Chris and Sheva fire rocket-propelled grenades at Wesker, killing him. In the game's final cutscene, Chris wonders if the world is worth fighting for. Looking at Sheva and Jill, he decides to live in a world without fear.

Gameplay

As in its predecessor Resident Evil 4, players can upgrade weapons with money and treasure collected in-game and heal themselves with herbs, but cannot run and shoot at the same time. New features include infected enemies with guns and grenades, the ability to upgrade weapons at any time from the inventory screen without having to find a merchant, and the equipping of weapons and items in real-time during gameplay.

Resident Evil 5 is the first game in the Resident Evil series designed for two-player cooperative gameplay. The player controls Chris, a former member of the fictional Special Tactics and Rescue Service (STARS) and member of the BSAA, and a second player can control Sheva, who is introduced in this game. If a person plays alone, Sheva is controlled by the game's artificial intelligence (AI). When the game has been completed once, there is an option to make Sheva the primary character.

A version of the Mercenaries minigame, which debuted in Resident Evil 3: Nemesis, is included in Resident Evil 5. This minigame places the player in an enclosed environment with a time limit. Customized weapons cannot be used and players must search for weapons, ammunition, and time bonuses while fighting a barrage of enemies, to score as many points as possible within the time limit.

Development

While previous Resident Evil games are mainly set at night, the events of Resident Evil 5 occur almost entirely during the day. The decision for this was a combination of the game being set in Africa and advances in hardware improvements which allowed increasingly detailed graphics.

The decision for cooperative gameplay was made part-way through development, for a new experience in a Resident Evil game. Despite initial concern that a second player would dampen the game's tension and horror, it was later realized that this could actually increase such factors where one player had to be rescued.

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tyrave · 3 years

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i wanna know what content other DR fans are lookin at to conclude that Izuru had a a single evil despair-loving bone in his body, cause having played all four games (1, 2, UDG, V3) and watched both animes (1, 3) theres not a shred of evidence that that boy has done anything wrong in his whole life

#ty talks #im an izuru apologist dont touch me #izuru: ive never done anything wrong ever in my life #me: i know this and i love you #seriously tho #the only moderately controversial thing we can talk about that we have proof of is that someone attacked him with a chainsaw #and he dodged it in such a way that the chainsaw killed the attacker #oh and that one time he shot Nagito but like Nagito had the gun first so again #it was like self defense #plus it didnt even hurt him and theres evidence to suggest he knew that it wouldnt #bananas #let my boy be #literally was just locked in a cell for weeks and the first thing Junko did to him when she let him out was frame him for mass murder #smh #danganronpa #izuru kamakura #he hangs out with junko for like a week and then tells her shes an idiot and fucks off and thats it

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undertaker1827 · 3 years

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Hey there dear, I was thinking carefully about my next request. And I thought of something touching yet hilarious. How about it's one of rare times where Ciel gives Sebastian the night off so he can spend time out in town with his darling S/o? But after some time Grell interrupts them and starts his hilarious del-comversitions and complaining about why such a powerful demon care for a simple human being and as Grell sees Sebastian ignores him and Sebastian's about to go with his S/o in his arms. Grell attacks them with goal to kill the S/o and both demon and grime reaper give a hilarious fight where Sebastian is beating Grell and then Will shows up and takes Grell with him. What do you think?

Will do, enjoy!

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You couldn’t help the smile that came over your features as you walked with your hand in the crook of Sebastian’s elbow. It was dark out as your partner still had to work for the former part of the day, but you were by no means complaining. This was a rare opportunity for both of you and you had every intention of enjoying it thoroughly. You talked together about anything and everything, nothing important or serious. You had missed him, missed being able to be with him when he looked happy and content, mind not focused on the work he still had to do around the manor.

Sebastian had asked you a short while ago what you wanted to do during this time you had together in the city, but all you were able to reply was that you didn’t know and you didn’t mind either, you were just enjoying his company. You ended up just walking around, takeaway coffee cups in hand and the space around you gradually darkening into nightfall. You wished there was a way you could stay in this moment forever; you were walking through a section of London that was filled with endless neon signs, advertising things in multiple different languages. The lights were all different colours, and each of them reflected off of Sebastian’s glossy, jet black hair like a painting or photograph. His amber eyes too were given an array of bright shades, making him seem all the more attractive. Good things never last though, as they say, and you knew the exact moment when the atmosphere changed.

Your demon lover stiffened, the hand he had lightly resting on your back suddenly pressing against your spine and the arm you were holding tense. He guided you away from the centre of the crowd you were walking through, casually yet attentively taking in your surroundings.

“We’re simply going to take a slightly different route,” he told you in answer to your unasked question, although you would be lying if you said that statement put you entirely at ease. You knew Sebastian would protect you from whatever threat he could sense coming that you had no knowledge of, but having an idea of what to expect always helped one’s confidence. It was when you rounded another corner, blocked in by a high rise block of flats on either side that his arm gently yet suddenly connected with your ribs, effectively bringing your purposeful striding alongside his to a halt. You didn’t miss the way he angled his body so that he was standing just a little in front of you, a protective stance you were aware he wouldn’t take unless necessary.

“Oh, Bassy!”

A chill crawled its way up your spine at the singsong voice that echoed from on top of one of the buildings, eyes locked onto a silhouetted figure as they leapt down to the concrete pavement below with astonishing grace and accuracy. Not human was supplied helpfully by your mind, though it had nothing to say afterwards. You looked on silently at the exchange.

“Grell,” Sebastian greeted just a little warily and with a sharp edge to his tone, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to move, we’re in something of a hurry.”

“Oh, really?” Grell taunted, swinging what appeared to be a chainsaw on two nimble fingers, “well I’m afraid I’m going to have to interrupt. You see, we never did get to finish our death match.” Sebastian held back a sigh at the play on his words and ignored the dramatic whirr of the chainsaw that accompanied them, then quickly turned back to you. He gathered you swiftly into his arms and leapt in a feat of acrobatics until he landed on the roof where the other being had come from. He attempted to make a swift getaway with you held tightly to his chest, but it took all of a few seconds for it become clear that it wouldn’t work. He expertly dodged the chainsaw’s blade as it bit into the concrete where his feet had been mere moments prior, and deposited you neatly behind him.

“Best stay there for now, my love,” he murmured to you before turning back around to face his opponent once more. You watched as the two fought, each dodging and attacking with what seemed to be equal skill and ability. It was clear to you that this type of thing had happened before with the two of them, though it was not something Sebastian ever mentioned to you. In hindsight, he probably thought knowing something like that would scare you off. Your ears perked up at a lull in the fighting, one which Grell wasted no time in filling with speech. “Why them then, hm?” He gave a small nod in your direction to indicate to whom he was referring. He sounded fairly curious all things considered, though there was no attempt to hide the bitterness in his tone. “A human of all things. You do know how terribly fragile and fleeting they are, don’t you?” Sebastian flicked one eyebrow up as he assessed his options, again wondering if just running away with you would be enough to deter the reaper. Probably not.

“All the more reason to let us get on then, wouldn’t you agree?”

Grell’s eyes narrowed just a fraction.

“No, I would not!” He made a move to lunge forwards again, Sebastian ready to block, when another weapon appeared apparently out of nowhere and neatly tipped Grell’s from his hands. The indignant cry he gave was promptly cut off when another man materialised, now holding both the chain saw and a set of shears? “Oh, Will!” ‘Will’ carefully avoided Grell’s flying hug and didn’t so much as spare him a glance when he landed hard on the rooftop.

“How many times must I say it, Sutcliff,” he growled out, voice bored, uninterested and extremely annoyed, “but you have a job to do and it does not revolve around this demon scum.” He glanced at you for a moment and you were certain that if looks could kill, both you and Sebastian would be six feet under by now. “Now come along.” He said nothing at all to either you or your partner, dragging Grell to standing by the collar of his red coat and fiercely ignoring his complaints. Unable to look away, you watched on until they had both disappeared into the night and Sebastian was running a gentle fingertip over your arm.

“Sorry about that,” he offered with a small smirk, “but shall we continue? I recommend a rooftop walk, the view of the stars is unparalleled.” You took his arm once more and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

“I think I would like that.”

#sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #black butler sebastian x reader #kuroshitsuji sebastian x reader #black butler sebastian #kuroshitsuji sebastian #sebastian x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler reader inserts

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Imagine some villain with an age-regression fic who hits (pre-Kamino) Toshi with his quirk, expecting him to turn four or five but is instead faced with a tween/teen with attitude who has defended himself enough against bullies (or has already trained to receive ofa) to be more than a match for someone who usually fights preschoolers.

Toshinori wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, or, heck, what he was wearing for that matter, because man, he was swimming in it, but he knew a fight when he saw one, and the guy with the knife was aiming right at him. He sidestepped easily. He might not be able to afford club fees, but his spying on the martial arts club after school wasn’t for show.

His post-curfew extracurriculars might have helped, too. At least in the ‘not panicking when attacked with a knife’ and ‘ducking a blow from behind from an opponent you didn’t know was there’ categories.

Wow. That guy had a scary-looking quirk.

Instantly, he scolded himself. It wasn’t very heroic to think of someone’s quirk as scary, even if he was a quirkless teenage vigilante and the person in question was trying to kill him with his giant green chainsaw hands and spiky metalic face.

Mostly the hands, though.

“I thought you said he’d be young!”

“He is young!” said the other one. “Younger, anyway. It’s still an advantage. Take it!”

Toshinori braced himself to dodge. The baggy... whatever he was currently wearing was not going to be helpful in this endeavor, but the alternative was death, so...

He rolled across the uneven ground to pop up between the two villains. Both checked their attacks for Toshinori to pull his arm out of the oversized... jumpsuit? It might have been a jumpsuit... and grab a rock to fling at the smaller one.

It connected with the man’s forehead and knocked him to the ground. Toshinori had always been pleased with his hand-eye coordination.

The chainsaw man was a problem.

It was as he sized up chainsaw man and looked for escape routes that he saw the spectators.

... What? Spectators?

What were all those people doing here, watching a middle schooler get assaulted by two villains? It wasn’t safe! Shouldn’t they be running away?

Oh, heck, there were kids in that crowd.

Toshinori narrowly avoided dismemberment by chainsaw.

With the surrounding crowd, simply fleeing was not an option. Toshinori did not know why he was being attacked, so the man might switch targets at any time if Toshinori made himself too difficult to get to.

He couldn’t block a chainsaw. Not without a super-specialized armor suit.

Comparing relative physiques, the chainsaw man was a few inches taller and much, much more muscular than Toshinori. Not to mention the natural armor and the freaking chainsaws. Direct hand to hand combat did not favor Toshinori.

Were the chainsaws not part of the man’s body, he might have tried to trigger the emergency stop. But they were.

He dodged again, and the man’s chainsaw hands cleanly severed the street sign behind him. Oh, that could be useful- Or could it? He didn’t know how heavy street signs were. He might not be able to pick it up and going for it would make him vulnerable. But it would be long enough to get past-

He tripped.

Frick.

He was going to die. The most annoying part? He didn’t know why.

An incredibly loud noise ripped through Toshinori’s ears. He felt more than heard the chainsaw man hit the ground. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet, just in time to see a banana kick the chainsaw man in the face.

Well, not actually a banana. Just someone with very banana-like hair. A new hero? Had to be, with the way the spectators were cheering.

The hero cuffed the chainsaw man carefully, with a pair of adaptable cuffs (a new model!) and then turned to Toshinori with a strained smile.

“Hey, there, kiddo. What got you wrapped up in all of this?”

“Beats me, sir,” said Toshinori.

“No idea why you’re wearing All Might’s jumpsuit, either?”

“Whomst?”

The hero blinked. “Yeah, okay, listener, let’s get you off to the side here. We can wait until the police show up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Do you think I’ll have to tell my foster parents? Or if I can get my uniform back? I’ve only got the one.”

“You can put together a compensation request. The victims of villainy fund. what did you say your name was?”

“Uh, Yagi Toshinori, sir. Is this your debut? Or are you from another city? I’ve never heard of you before, which is weird because your quirk is cool. It was the sound, right? How did you do that?”

The hero muttered something that sounded like ‘green,’ but treated Toshinori to a broad smile. “Not quite my debut, listener! But, yeah, my name is Present Mic! I’ve just, uh, gotta put a call in to my boss.”

“Oh, sure. But do I have to stay? Only, I think I’m probably missing school.”

“You absolutely have to stay,” said Present Mic, opening his phone. “Do not leave.”

“Sure?”

“You’re probably under the effects of a quirk. Don’t panic.” Whoever was on the other side of the line apparently picked up. “Nezu, we have a problem.”

Huh. Nezu. Like the principal of UA? Was Present Mic a teacher?

This day kept getting weirder and weirder.

#bnha #ask #answer #prompt fill #prompt #boku no hero academia

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Oil and Water chp 2

I firmly believe I’ve forgotten how to write, thanks

comments are appreciated, follow the story on ao3 incase I forget to update it here- https://archiveofourown.org/works/31449668

Looking back, the monsters were definitely herding you towards the factory.

Your legs felt like they were on fire and the inn's fire poker was bent and covered with sticky bits of skin and hair. The pack kept growing in numbers no matter how many you took down. They surrounded you, leaving only a small path free of danger. And like a fool, you took it. Their teeth snapped at your heels as you hurtled through the woods until, finally, you emerged in a desolate field. Scrap littered the property, old cars and rusted out appliances, leading up to a industrial building of some kind. "Heisenberg Factory" was written across the facade in faded yellow paint. You didn't have much time to wonder what the factory was doing in the middle of no where, or what it could be making. With a screech the metal door swung open and you threw yourself inside. Your bestial pursuers converged on the door and you yanked it shut, catching one of their arms in the process. The limb snapped off with the same sound a young sapling might make if bent too far and it flopped lifelessly to the ground.

You stepped back from the door, waiting to see if it was sturdy enough to withstand the monsters. The sound of silence was enough to solidify the feeling of dread building in your chest. Maybe you should have taken your chances out there. You shook your head and tried to slow your breathing and concentrate. The inside of this factory was a patchwork of metal. Some rusted like the scrap outside, some with hardly a scratch. Someone had been taking care of it. You could hear the hissing of steam and the clang of metal against metal echoing from further inside.

"What is this place?" You muttered, finally exiting fight or flight mode.

Then, in succession, two things scared the absolute shit out of you.

First. A bolt of metal as thick as your leg locked into place against the door.

Second. Your question was answered.

"This, my dear, is the Heisenberg Factory. My factory." Came a staticky voice. "And you seem to be trespassing."

Your head whipped towards the noise. On the ceiling there was a video camera and speaker. As you peered up at it the camera whirred to life, the lens focusing on you

"You're in better shape then I would have thought. Good for you. Shame that pretty face is going to be gone soon though. Try to give me a good show, eh?" Through the lens the man saw you take aim, raise whatever bent metal you had in your hands, and then the feed cut out. The fire poker crashed into the camera, knocking it and the speaker to the ground. The man's laugh echoed through the metal halls.

Something about you people should know- you weren't going to be held captive by another man ever again. You weren't going to be used as a test subject ever again.

And finally- you're a stubborn bitch.

The radio man's teasing only made you more determined to get out of here. (And maybe beat his ass senseless before you go.) You picked up your faithful fire poker, stomping on the fallen camera for good measure, and made your way into the factory.

There seemed to be hundreds of what the man called "lycans" roaming around the upper levels of the factory. Thankfully they weren't very strong, a hit to their skull sent them flying in most cases, but you still had to be on your toes. The deeper into the factory you roamed the less lycans you saw and the hotter it became. You knew this had to be leading up to something.

The smell hit you first. Burnt flesh and motor oil. Next was the sound of a chainsaw rebounding from further down the hall. You stood your ground as the sound grew closer. The source of the rumbling rounded the corner. It's body horrifically deformed. Stomach hollowed out to hold a small engine. Most of it's head replaced by a whirring chainsaw blade. In your heart you knew the creature that stood before you used to be human. That fact didn't make what you knew you had to do any easier.

Deft feet dodged the creature's shambling lunges, dancing around the saw. You tried to swipe at it's engine but it dodged every attack. Pretty impressive for something with no eyes. The game of cat and mouse continued until one thrust of the saw sent your weapon flying.

Sliding across the floor you had just enough time to grab the straight end of the rod before the monster descended on you. You held your hand out, gritting your teeth as the saw tore through your fingers, continuing up through your forearm. The blade stopped, stuck, just below your elbow. It tried to pull back but before it could you jabbed the poker into it's engine. Over and over again till splatters of oil covered you. When you were sure it was dead you slowly pulled the mangled remains of your arm off the blade.

"Very nice." The voice cooed. "Not many people could survive that You might even make it out of there. If you weren't about to bleed out that is." He paused, laughing again as you flashed a vulgar gesture at the camera. "Careful, or I'll have to take that arm too-" He stopped abruptly. The state of your mangled arm coming to his attention.

It wasn't bleeding anymore. Infact, it looked as though it was pulling itself back together.

The voice was silent, all you could hear was a faint trace of static and your own heartbeat. Your pulse always skyrocketed when this happened. You'd learned to just ride it out. To try not to look at the flesh bubbling back into existence.

The cat was out of the bag. It was always safer to keep your mutation secret. If someone tried to kill you like they'd kill a normal person the pain was usually manageable. If they knew you'd come back. . . You could expect a whole new level of violence.

With a heavy clank a new door opened up before you. He was inviting you into the center of the factory.

You could practically feel his gaze on you now. The anticipation of what was at the end of this maze boiling over. Your arm was now completely healed, the only sign that something had happened was the hot blood coating your shirt. This new hallway was significantly cooler and well taken care of. A warm light flickered at the end of the hall, hopefully not an allegory for what was about to come. Poker in hand, you rounded the corner.

A lone man stood before a red-string board. Pictures and newspaper clippings taking up most of the wall. "So you're the little mouse that wandered into my factory, hmm?" The man stood up, effortlessly lifting a large sledgehammer in one hand while the other held a lit cigar. Your first impression was that a dirty, blind, hobo had wandered into this place as well. His voice, however, was the same as the radio man's.

"I gotta say. . . You are something down right special aren't ya?" He purred, striding closer to you. "You should be dead right now, doll. But there's not a scratch on you." He puffed on the cigar, blowing it over you. Your eyes watered from the acrid smoke but you didn't dare to blink. There was something off about him. You needed to get away.

The man barely moved as you lunged towards him. Raising one finger was all it took to send you careening backwards. Your jaw dropped as sheets of metal pinned you against the wall. You'd seen some weird shit in your days, but this was superhuman.

He leaned over you, all sharp teeth and smoke. "Tell me, kitten, how do you feel about coups?"

#karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #gore #tw gore #body horror

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Forbidden

Chapter 13

Set in season 14 and follows Y/N, a young girl from the Apocalypse world as she tries to navigate this new place that she was thrust in after being rescued and the feelings she begins to have for someone she really shoudln’t be having them for.

Warnings: There’s a bit of angst, smut and fluff in each chapter. I will tag the smut chapters appropriately but if you’re following me and reading any of my stories, you know it’s gonna be there. LOL

WC: 1446

Once we are in the clear, we all sit up and Sam pulls up the original video that Stuart had uploaded on the internet. The guy is so adamant that a toy came to life and attacked him; if it weren’t for the wounds on his face though, it would be funny. Something attacked Stuart and it is up to us to figure out what and why.

“You know I think I know why Stuart changed his story; the comments on his video are all pretty brutal,” Sam says as he reads the notes of criticism. “People are calling him a liar, a loser, Thunderspaz, Snarf’s lovechild, Panthro’s B….”

“Rhymes with itch?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotta love the internet, where everyone can be a dick,” Dean remarks.

I nod in agreement, not taking my eyes off the tablet in Sam’s hands. As I read the commentary over his shoulder, I am still in awe of the concept that anyone anywhere can have access to just about anything. A voice calling out for help is the only thing that draws my attention away.

“Help me!”

I look up to see Stuart standing at the door to his house, covered in blood and clutching his stomach. The three of us jump out of the car and run towards him.

“Help me! Help!” Stuart looks up at us as we approach with a look of fear and panic.

“Stay with him,” Dean orders and Sam obeys. “Yeah okay.”

The younger Winchester bends down and starts talking to Stuart, reassuring that help is on the way. I follow Dean inside the house, pulling my bowie from its sheath on my thigh. Dean has his gun extended as he searches the house and I’m right on his heels.

“What the hell are you doing?” he whisper-yells when he senses my presence. “You're going to get yourself killed! I told you to stay back.”

“And what? Watch from the sidelines? Hell no. Whatever attacked Stuart…..it’s using force and wit. I can hold my own in a fight, you know that.”

Dean pauses for a second and then concedes with a nod of his head. “Just stay behind me, okay?”

“Whatever,” I say as I step past him and continue exploring through the house, my fingers tight around the handle of my trusty blade. “Hey, look!”

There is a bloody handprint and drops of blood in a room that looks to be Stuart’s, based on the decor. Dean walks into the room and stops in front of a Texas Chainsaw Massacre poster. The sound of a chainsaw starting comes from behind us and we turn around. Out of nowhere, a floating chainsaw flies toward us. As Dean dodges it, I jump up and roundhouse kick the bar of the saw causing it to alter it’s path and stick into the hallway wall.

“Damn,” Dean exclaims as he inspects the embedded saw. “Thanks. If you hadn’t knocked it off course, I’d probably be headless right now.

“You’re welcome,” I say with a smile. Dean turns and winks before reaching out and pulling me to him.

“I’ll thank you better later,” he promises and then leans in and kisses me.

After this kiss, Dean and I rush back outside to find the EMTs loading Stuart into the back of the rig. One of them informs Sam which hospital they are going to as he shuts the door.

Standing in the lobby, we see Stuart's mom come rushing in and head to the nurses station. After being told that her son was being examined by the doctor, Barbra surveys the room, notices the three of us and comes over.

"My poor baby," she cries. I approach her and put my arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah it was touch and go there for a while," Dean says, giving me a small smile in thanks for comforting the distressed mother. "But I'm sure the doctor'll say he’s going to be alright."

"I’m just grateful you showed up. I…" she pauses and looks between the three of us. "Thank you, you saved his life. Oh, I should run back home, get Stewie his favourite pillow."

I tense up at hearing her mention going back to the house. Not while we still have no clue as to what is going on; it's just not a good idea. Not alone, anyway.

"Actually, you know what," Dean speaks up. "It’s probably better if you just stay here."

Sam concurs with his brother, and I think this might be the first time I've witnessed such a phenomenon.

"Yeah, just until he wakes up you know," Sam tells her softly.

"Yeah, of course. You’re right. I’m just all flustered."

I look at the brothers and then take it upon myself to offer a solution. "Why don't you tell me what Stewie's favorite pillow looks like and I'll go get it," I tell her. I hear Dean, or maybe Sam, grumble something but I choose to ignore them. "That way, you can be here when the doctor comes out and can see Stew."

Dean is giving me a death glare when I look at them and I give it right back. Barbra picks up on the tension and whispers, "I don't think your partners are too keen on that."

"I'll handle them," I assure her.

Turning back to Dean, I smile the sweetest smile I can muster. "Agent Blackmoore, care to escort me back to the Blake residence?"

Dean looks like he is about to have a coronary for a minute but quickly acquiesces.

He turns to Stuart's mom and grins through gritted teeth. "What does his favorite pillow look like?"

Once we get the description we begin walking away when Sam grabs our attention.

"Are you insane?"

"It’s okay," Dean tells him and I can tell he is pissed. "Everything’s fine."

As soon as we are out of hearing distance, Dean berates me. "Everything is not fine!"

"Yeah, my first clue is a flying chainsaw," I say, ignoring the implication that he isn't talking about the case.

"That's not what I'm talking about. This is 50 shades of fucked up! We are going back to the scene of the crime? Where a chainsaw almost took us out?"

"Oh please. I kicked it out of the way. Plus this way we can check for other causes."

At the Blake house, I quickly find the pillow while Dean searches the place for hex bags then pulls out an EMF meter that, as soon as it turns on, lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Okay," Dean says as he turns off the device. "Let's get back to the hospital."

As we pass the chainsaw still stuck in the wall Dean eyes it and visibly shivers.

We get back to the hospital and tell Sam our findings so he decides to go back and see if he can find the ghost that is out to get Stuart.

On the way to Stuart's room, Dean stops off at a vending machine and gets three candy bars. He hands one to me and pockets the other two. 'Greedy much?' I think to myself.

Stuart's ex-co-worker and friend, Dirk, is standing outside the door looking in at his pal's sleeping figure. Dean walks up to the comic store employee and holds out one of the candy bars. “Trick or treat?” Dirk takes one of the offered bars and opens it, taking a bite.

He and Dean talk as I walk into the room Stuart is in and look at him closer. He looks at peace, sleeping but that is probably just the medication. His face has a few new wounds on it, as does his hands and arms if the bandages are anything to go by. I wonder what he could have done to make a ghost go gunning for him. Did he steal someone’s favorite Pokemon card?

A woman screaming sounds on the television in the room and I jump. I turn to see the scared female enter a room with two dead and bloodied bodies. A morgue, if I were to guess. She turns and sees Hatchet Man and falls to the floor.

“Time to slice and dice,” Dirk and Dean recite, in unison. I look over to see them with big dorky smiles on their faces. I can’t help but to grin at how childish Dean is acting. He was so eager to get on this case that he forfeited our horror marathon ‘date’ and even agreed to let me come with.

The two of them start discussing which movies are best and I go back to studying Stuart’s body. There has got to be something that we missed!

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @wintersoldierwinchester @we-are-all-a-bunch-of-idjits @nancymcl @kazsrm67 @lostdarksoul6

#supernatural #supernatural season 14 #spn #canon adjacent #dean winchester #sam winchester #mary winchester #y/n winchester #jack kline #bobby singer #angst #fluff #smut #dean x y/n

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red | sebastian michaelis

summary: Bad things come in three. Death, shinigami and the loss of a contract.

— façade (noun) a deceptive outward appearance

⤷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 03

The ominous clicking of nearby heels catches the attention of the four figures who are brawling in a dark alleyway. The scent of blood is overpowering, almost encasing every air particle with its metallic smell. The two butlers continue to fight whilst the two humans sat nearby, listening to the footsteps growing closer.

They never speed up, and they never speed down. They keep the same consistent speed and it's almost terrifying.

"Sebastian! Who is this?" Ciel asks his butler. Sebastian grasps the chainsaw between two hands and pushes it away from his body, his head snapping to the right to watch the outline of a figure appearing from the dark. He first notices the striking magenta eyes that watch unwaveringly. He smirks, knowing exactly who is coming his way.

"Someone we know, master" he smirks and takes the time to shove the chainsaw away from him and back at Grell who loses balance and falls back, his death scythe skidding along the rocky floor.

As the footsteps grow closer, Sebastians smirk widens. The figure slowly walks into the dim light of the street lanterns, their stoic expression still present on their face.

"(Y/n)! What age you doing here?" Anne is flabbergasted, clutching her knife close to her body. (Y/n) takes note of the scene in front of her. Ciel is laying on the floor, Sebastians jacket laying over his small frame, Anne stands nearby with a weapon clutched in her hand and what she assumes to be Grell's true form stands in front of her.

"A reaper, how interesting" she hums, glaring at the long red hair that falls around Grell's form "I knew you weren't just some simple butler, but it seems you weren't smart enough to get me" she tuts, watching as Grell becomes annoyed. He is quick to pick up his scythe, swinging the weapon around dangerously.

She swiftly dodged his attack and slides towards the boy, a look of boredom crossing her features.

"A maid like you should know better than to cause me trouble!" He growls, revving the chainsaw.

She scoffs "I did not come to fight, Grell" Grell scoffs and grasps his scythe, aiming for Sebastian once again. (Y/n)’s eyes flicker between the two parties. Her job is to protect Madam Red, and so far she has no threats - or orders.

"You shouldn't have been born you selfish brat!" Anne cries as she lifts her knife, a murderous look in her eyes. (Y/n)'s heart pounds with excitement, watching her soul glow so brightly. (Y/n) licks her bottom lip, her hunger growing more with every second passing.

Her eyes flutter for a second too long, her excitement filling her body and fogging her vision.

"Sebastian, don't kill her!" Ciel's scream breaks (y/n) from her fogged mind and immediately she jumps into action, tackling Sebastian from behind her master. He huffs as he hits the floor, his eyes flashing a magenta for a few seconds.

"I can't kill him!" She cries, and (y/n) falters, her eyes dimming as the prospect of Anne's murderous endeavours end. Sebastian takes her moment of weakness to kick her off, her body flying nimbly into the brick wall of the building behind Grell.

She groans as the bricks break around her, landing on her body and head. She wavers, barely grasping the work around her before the death scythe Grell holds plunges into Anne's chest.

"Lady Red!" She cries, flying from the dust and dirt and towards Grell who had his scythe buried into her body. She's quick to fling Grell off with the Scythe in his hands.

Her hands come down to cup her masters face, her thumbs wiping away the tears that stream down her pale face.

"R-Rachel?" Anne croaks out, her hands shakily coming up to grasp at her demoness' face. (Y/n) smiles softly, shaking her head.

"It's me, my lady, don't you remember?" She asks, a tender look flashing in her eyes. Anne sighs "My dear (y/n).."

"You took the form of something similar to my sister.. I remember now" Anne speaks to herself "A kind demon.. I'm grateful" Anne chokes, blood splattering from her mouth as she lets coughs wrack through her body. Her fingers clumsily tug through (y/n)'s blonde hair, the shade similar to her sisters.

"It was nice to serve you my lady" (y/n) hums, her eyes fixated on the life leaving her masters eyes.

"Thank you, (y/n), I hope you enjoy my soul" She thanks the demoness, taking (y/n) off-guard. Not one of her masters had thanked her before. She smiles solemnly "You can go now" She whispers, encouraging Anne to leave.

She smiles weakly, turning her head to meet her crouching nephew "I love you Ciel, please take care" Ciel nods, placing a hand on his aunts.

Her eyes close, signalling that she has left. (Y/n) lets out a soft sigh, pulling off her long gloves to reveal her fading contract. Anne's soul was now hers to eat.

She shuffles and pulls Anne's head into her lap, bringing her lips down to slightly graze Anne's. Her soul was red too, everything she suited was always red. Even in death, red was her colour.

"Sebastian, kill Grell" Ciel orders coldly. Sebastian seems to hesitate but complies. (Y/n) smiles, finally feeling full after years of waiting.

She caresses Anne's head, looking at her nephew "Will you throw a funeral?" She asks, looking at Ciel's cold face. He nods lightly.

(Y/n) looks towards the ground "May I come?"

#black butler fanfic #black butler imagines #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji fanfic #kuroshitsuji imagines #kuroshitsuji x reader #undertaker x reader #black butler imagine #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian x reader #Sebastian fanfic

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hyperpsychomaniac · 3 years

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Who Says You Can't Go Home - Chapter 7

Darkwing Duck (90s series) fanfiction

Sequel to my recent fanfic The Other Side of Me

Summary: Down on his luck, the Negaverse Launchpad crashes at Launchpad’s parents looking for help. Launchpad, who has avoided visiting his family since he started working with Darkwing, returns in a panic to ensure his double isn’t causing trouble. And then it gets awkward.

Chapter 1

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Launchpad pulled up outside his derelict little shack. He left the Gator’s headlights on. The horizon was stained pink, but the colour was draining fast. “Negaduck, I’m here! I’ve got your answer… you bastard.”

“About time. I was getting bored.” Negaduck stood just around the corner of the shack, with his motorbike. The door to the shack was open; he’d been passing time checking out what was inside. Suddenly, Launchpad didn’t feel comfortable about his decision to stash flammable material on the McQuack’s property. “So, old buddy, what’s it going to be?” Negaduck reached into the holster on his motorbike and pulled out his chainsaw. He patted its side. “The old girl is primed and ready to go. She’s been itching for a little action.”

That damned chainsaw. He should have grabbed a better weapon from the McQuack’s hanger but it would only have made Loopey suspicious. Okay. The chainsaw. That was the dangerous part. Negaduck… Negaduck was smaller than him. Always had been. It was only because he’d been scared of what Negaduck was capable of that he’d let him rough him up, right?

“Tell me, old pal. Is she going to get to hack up Darkwing Duck? Or are you going to force me to cause some property damage, and maybe carve up any unfortunates foolish enough to get in my way?”

Launchpad slowly, carefully, lifted the crowbar from the Gator’s tray and tapped it on his open palm. “I’ve had to put up with Darkwing Duck whining and snapping at me for hurting his little brat all day. Let me smash in his skull. He’ll be much easy for you to carve up with a head injury.”

Negaduck’s teeth glinted in the Gator’s headlights. He threw his head back and laughed. “Launchpad, you’re back! Oh, to think I was happy to be rid of you. I forgot how much I missed watching you rage out on my lesser enemies. Sure, take a swing at Darkwing Duck. As long as you let me finish him off.” He turned his back to Launchpad and hefted his chainsaw back into its holster.

The terrible thing, Launchpad thought, as he swung the crowbar at the back of Negaduck’s head, was that those times running around their Saint Canard, causing havoc, even though some of the things they’d done now made him sick to the stomach, they’d actually enjoyed hanging out together.

The crowbar slammed into the side of Negaduck’s motorcycle. Negaduck darted back up and circled him. Crap. Launchpad put himself between Negaduck and the chainsaw. But, crap. He’d lost his advantage.

Just out of range, Negaduck chuckled. “You son of a bitch. You actually tried to trick me. That’s… so stupid.”

Launchpad gulped deep breaths, for the first time in months trying to coax out the rage, instead of crush it into silence. “I’m not… I’m not afraid of you anymore!” He yelled, and swung the crowbar.

Again, Negaduck swiftly dodged the attack. “Oh, you’re not scared? Please. You know me too well, you’ve seen me do too much. You know exactly what there is to fear. But if this is the way you want it - then come on! Fight me, you stupid lug!”

Launchpad swung wildly and the crowbar slammed into the dirt where Negaduck had stood a second before. “I’m not going to let you hurt the McQuacks!” Even against Negaduck, even with his not quite family at stake, it wasn’t as easy to let loose his darker side as it once had been. He needed it now! But all he wanted was to land a decent hit so this would be over.

Negaduck’s brows lowered. “You’re going to pay for this. And its going to hurt, buddy.”

Launchpad gathered everything he had inside him, and let it loose with a roar. The crowbar swung within inches of Negaduck’s chest, and tore right through the very corner of the shack. Launchpad stumbled under the momentum. Then Negaduck was on his back, hands around his neck, fingers digging into his throat. Launchpad swiped the crowbar behind him, but it clattered to the ground as he reached the limit of his reach. He grabbed Negaduck’s hands, trying to get his big fingers around Negaduck’s.

Negaduck’s warm breath huffed in his ear as his vision blackened. “Oh, yeah. I know just how to make this hurt.”

***

Launchpad gasped as something bit into his throat. It all but constricted his airway; he couldn’t breathe.

“Stand up properly, you idiot.”

In his dazed state, on instinct, Launchpad did as his boss instructed. The pressure on his throat lessened to a painful tightness and he gulped in a lungful of air. Launchpad opened one eye. The kerosene lamp he’d strung up was lit, throwing the dingy interior of his shack in shifting shadows. Dust drifted down from the ceiling and the roof creaked as he shifted his weight. His hands were bound tightly behind his back. A rope reached up above his head, taut, and tied off around the single support beam. Launchpad didn’t need to see where the other end was to know it was looped in a noose around his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Aw, shit.”

“You remember this, don’t you? You actually came up with this one. Even though you screwed it up the first time. Hah. Do you remember? You strung this guy up by the neck; made him stand on a crate. Told him you’d let him swing if he didn’t give you the information you wanted, then left him to stew. Well, he stewed alright. And he decided he’d make sure he never gave up that information, and here the guy torturing had given him such any easy way out. You came back and he had choked. And I walked in on you laughing because the idiot killed himself.” Negaduck shook his head. “Can’t believe I got angry with you over that. I may not have got the information I needed, but this… it needed a bit of work, but actually a rare flash of brilliance. Really stops them from squirming when you get around to carving them up, huh?”

Launchpad gulped. “What are you going to do to me?” There was plenty in this shack Negaduck could use. Plus the crowbar, Negaduck’s chainsaw, and even the battery in the Gator… and Negaduck was a lot more creative than he was. But as he started to sweat, Launchpad felt some of the tension leave him. Whatever Negaduck did to him, it wouldn’t be quick. Which meant he wouldn’t be taking that chainsaw over to the McQuacks. Gosalyn would eventually crack and tell her dad what was going on. It may not do him much good, but it would certainly give Darkwing the chance to protect everyone else.

In the light of the kerosene lamp, Negaduck grinned. “Oh no, old buddy. I don’t think something like that is going to work with you anymore, even though I always did go easy on you. No, you’ve gone too soft. And if there was one thing my good for nothing daughter taught me, it was the best way to hurt someone soft, is to hurt someone they care about.”

No. Launchpad felt a lump rise to his throat, pushing against the course rope, and tears filled his eyes. “Negaduck, you can do whatever you want to me, I won’t stop you, but leave the McQuack’s out of this.”

Negaduck snorted. “I’ve always been able to do whatever I wanted to you, and I certainly didn’t need your permission. Oh, what happened to you, old pal? You were the most frustrating, stupid minion, but damn, were you useful. And fun. What happened to the guy who’d cackle at smashing kneecaps with me?”

“I don’t want to be that guy anymore.” The tears spilled over Launchpad’s cheeks. He couldn’t hold them in, or wipe them away, and he’d never, ever, let Negaduck see him break down before.

“Oh, please. You were trying to smash my skull in moments before. And you would’ve enjoyed it. I get it, you had a nice little fantasy going on over here, but now its over. What did you do, tell them how mean I was to you? I bet you left out how much you enjoyed stringing people up like this and burning everything they loved. You’ve done a lot worse than I’ve ever done to you.”

“I’m not that guy anymore! I don’t want to be! If Launchpad and his ridiculously understanding family can, can just be so damn caring, then, then I can…”

“What you’re going to do is get that whole family killed. You crossed me, Launchpad. So now? I’m not just going after whoever gets in my way. I’m going to hunt those ducks down and hack them to pieces. It doesn’t matter what you choose to be, this is on you.”

“Negaduck don’t, I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, no. I gave you that chance already and you swung a crowbar at my head. You think I’m going to cut you down so you can do it again? No, buddy. I’m giving you a different choice. Believe it or not, I can still use you. Once all this silly happy family stuff is taken care of, maybe you’ll see things differently.” Negaduck booted over another crate, then stepped up on it to reach Launchpad’s height.

“Please don’t hurt them.” Launchpad choked over as sob as, almost gently, Negaduck brushed the tears from his cheek.

Negaduck tapped the crate beneath Launchpad’s with a foot, and not only made the crate creak but the whole shack too. “This things pretty flimsy. So don’t shuffle around too much. Or… do. You can sit here all night and have a good think about what I’m doing over in that house. If it gets too much, well, I’ve given you enough rope. But I’ll come back for you when I’m done, take you back home. Might still have to teach you a lesson or two before I can trust you again, but I’m sure we can work something out.”

Negaduck scooped up one of the containers of petrol. He shook his head, a grin splitting his face. “Oh, buddy. Just… hang in there.” He cackled as the door slammed behind him.

Moments later, a whoosh of flame when up outside. Negaduck’s motorcycle started up and tore away. Outside, the flames grew brighter, then the unfortunate Gator let out a bang and the whole shack shook. The kerosene lamp swung, dropped to the floor and smashed, then went out. The shack settled. The only light was the dying flames licking outside.

“No, no, no…” Launchpad stared up at the dark roof of the shack. The crate beneath him creaked, and he forced himself to still every bit energy in him that just want to lash out and tear everything apart. Negaduck was going to hurt the McQuacks. He couldn’t help. If he moved; he’d kill himself. So instead, Launchpad stood rigid with eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears streamed down his face.

***

“Drake Mallard is the king of board games! What’ve you got? Some strategy ought to properly showcase my talents.”

Birdie smirked as she dug through the cupboard and added another box to the stack in Drake’s arms.

“Of course, Gosalyn is the queen, so…” Drake winced. “Maybe she won’t be on top of her game tonight.”

Birdie fished out a roll of duct tape, frowned, and then put it on top of Drake’s pile. The stuff was everywhere in the McQuack’s house - the perfect repair material. Many of the board game boxes had their edges patched up with it. “I thought the whole idea was to keep her up a little longer? Not take advantage of the fact she took a bump to the head.”

“I’m not…” Drake rolled his eyes. “She’s nine. It’s embarrassing, alright?” He frowned at the topmost box. “Snakes and ladders?

“We’ve got Monopoly.”

“Not exactly the kind of strategy I was thinking of.”

“We mostly had games Launchpad could keep up with. Which, surprisingly, and I guess after working for Mr McDuck, seems to include Monopoly.”

Birdie wondered how Ripcord was going out there, talking to Launchpad. At least this time she knew his reluctance to communicate with his son had been a combination of Launchpad not being old enough, then leaving home, then… life just getting in the way. It’d be hard on her husband, but she knew he could work through it. Ripcord was nowhere near the dark place he’d been when he’d gone into his spiral working out how his plane’s engine had failed.

All those years ago, hauling him away from his maintenance manuals and strapping him into that plane had been a last ditch effort to save their marriage and get him to reconnect with his kids. Birdie had felt terrible. She could feel her husband trembling when she’d strapped Launchpad into his lap, felt him trying to catch her eye, and she’d focused on her son because if she’d actually seen Ripcord silently questioning why she was doing this to him, she couldn’t have gone through with it. Going up in a plane with Launchpad was something he couldn’t, at that point in time, physically do by himself. It was every bloody thing else he’d been carrying on with she’d needed to stop. And doing this to him would either snap him out of it or cause him to completely break. She’d just kept telling herself that he, deep down inside, wanted her help. If he hadn’t, there would’ve been no way she could have physically dragged him out there.

Surprisingly, it had worked. Ripcord had been white as a sheet when she helped him out of the plane, but then he’d sat down and played with Launchpad as he’d gone on and on without a breath about how much fun it had been. When he’d asked if his dad would come up with them again, Ripcord had said yes. And that night, when she and Ripcord lay in each others arms for the first time in months, he’d apologised to her, and promised he’d do better. And he had.

But Launchpad wouldn’t let his father blame himself. Birdie just didn’t know how the knowledge would hurt him, how he would react, or if it was even the best option to tell him. They’d never figured out if the crash and subsequent month in hospital had done any permanent damage. As far as Birdie was concerned, it didn’t matter. But Launchpad was an adult now, he had a right to know, and to figure out what that all meant for himself. She just hoped the knowledge wouldn’t confuse him, or cause him to question himself too much. She just wanted them to come back, so she could talk to her son, Ripcord too, and make sure they were all right.

But for now, board games would be a welcome distraction. Along with the other thing she had on her mind. She was certain now that Drake and Launchpad were not romantically involved with each other. Which left Birdie with only one other theory as to what her son and Drake Mallard were up to, and why they’d been so secretive.

The other Launchpad had told them their son worked for Darkwing Duck. Heck, Ripcord was probably talking to him about that as well. They were both going to have a heavy night. And that led to Birdie’s second theory. What if Launchpad wasn’t only helping Drake with his daughter and upkeep of his house? Now, if Drake was secretly Darkwing Duck… Launchpad was so involved with the family, it made sense. Besides, Drake was about the right stature too.

Drake peered around his stack of boxes. “Do you have cards?”

“Oh! Yes!” Birdie pulled out four packs and slammed them on top of the stack.

“Okay, you do. That’s a lot of cards.”

“I’ve got the perfect game; it needs more than one pack. But, so you like strategy? I guess a man like yourself likes to keep an active mind?”

“Yep yep yep, got to keep on top of my game.”

“What is it you do for work again?”

“Er…” Drake hid behind the stack of board games. “These are getting pretty heavy. I’ll take them to the living room before I drop something.”

Birdie was fairly certain he was blushing. Rip would have her head for teasing him like this. “Come on. With Loopey back from the hanger, four people will make this game the perfect amount of hectic.”

***

Drake honestly quite liked Birdie. She’d been helpful with Gos, and she understood how he could be equally parts concerned over and frustrated with taking care of his daughter. He’d been stuck watching both her and her childish cartoons, and it was good to have another adult to talk to. The Negaverse Launchpad didn’t count. He’d seemed on edge, and just wanted to hang around Gosalyn. Birdie had convinced him it was just because he felt bad. Stranger still, Gosalyn suddenly seemed to like him, and that meant Drake hadn’t had to entertain her for the whole day. It had been amusing watching Gosalyn bully the burlier version of Launchpad into getting her snacks. Until he’d caught on she was taking advantage of him. So the next time she’d asked him for something, he’d quietly gone and got a positively gigantic bowl of chips, then sat next to her and eaten the entire thing. So, not exactly like his Launchpad.

Birdie was easy to talk to. Most of the time. But then there were her random, absolutely unexpected and awkward questions she’d suddenly, out of the blue, ask him. He’d caught on she was doing it, but heck, he could not see them coming.

But cards were safe; it made it easier to avoid those questions. The Negaverse Launchpad had wandered off, which was possibly good, because Drake wasn’t sure how aggressive he’d get if he got competitive. And the card game Birdie quickly taught them was just a little bit violent.

The game was like solitaire, except everyone played onto the same stacks of cards in the middle of the table and everyone had their own, complete, deck of cards. Which meant you had to fight to get your cards onto the table before someone beat you to it. Birdie and Loopey had practically slapped each others hands on more than one occasion in their rush to beat the other to play the same card. Once you emptied your pile you yelled “Hell!”, apparently the louder the better, which usually resulted in everyone else pelting their remaining cards at you. And that made it extra fun when you had to sort out four separate decks for the next round.

Gosalyn should have loved it. Drake fully expected her to ‘accidentally’ slap him. But she kept climbing up on the couch and looking out the window. At least she wasn’t drowsy, or he would’ve started to worry about the bump she’d taken. But still.

“Gos, you’ve got like three cards you can play,” he tried.

Loopey slammed a card down onto the table.

“Make that two.”

Gosalyn played only one of the two cards, then shuffled slowly through the deck in her hands. Something was going on. Drake needed to talk to his daughter. But ‘hell’ was not the most conducive card game for having a proper conversation.

“Hell!” shouted Birdie, in accompaniment to her last card slamming down.

“Damn!” Loopey flung her remaining hand into the mess. She slumped back into the couch, arms folded, and huffed.

The sky outside lit up, and not quite a second later the bang of an explosion hit the house. The windows shook and rattled. Gosalyn leapt up on the couch. “Oh, no, Launchpad.” Drake was certain she did not mean his sidekick.

Birdie stood up. “Oh, no. What’s he gone and done?”

“What the heck was that?” said Loopey.

“Launchpad… not your brother… I knew we shouldn’t let him play with all that flammable stuff. But he needed to vent, I thought he knew what he was doing…”

Drake shot to his feet. “You’re telling me he has explosives out there? Gosalyn was out there with him. You told me he was safe!”

“He doesn’t have explosives.” Birdie gulped. “That we know of…”

Gosalyn grabbed Drake’s hand. “Dad, you can go check on him, right?”

Drake looked into his daughter’s wide eyes. This wasn’t just the Negaverse Launchpad’s pyromaniac streak acting up. Something else was going on, and Gosalyn knew what it was. “Oh yeah. I can check on him.”

“You’ll be alright out there? I mean, you do this sort of thing a lot, right?” Birdie asked.

Drake eyes narrowed. “Do you really think now is a good time?”

Birdie raised her hands. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Can you just check he’s okay?”

Gosalyn rushed out of the living room ahead of him. When he got to the front door, she was nowhere to be seen. She came rushing from the spare bedroom and shoved his Darkwing costume into his arms.

“Gos!” Drake grabbed the bundle and hugged it to his chest. “Don’t let Birdie see this. Wait… why do you want me to go as Darkwing? What were you two doing out there?”

Gosalyn dragged him out the front door and grasped his hands. “Dad, Negaduck’s here. He followed us from Saint Canard. We saw him when we went out to Launchpad’s ugly old shack.”

“Negaduck… wait, what did… jerkface have to say to him?”

“His name’s not jerkface! Launchpad thought I was unconscious the whole time they were talking. He wanted Negaduck to leave, and he was really, really scared. Negaduck threatened to hurt the McQuacks, and Launchpad went out there tonight to stop him, and he didn’t want anyone to find out, and he made me promise…”

“Okay, okay, I get it. He’s not a bad guy.”

“He’s just trying to protect the McQuacks because they’ve actually been nice to him. Unlike Negaduck. He was horrible to him, Dad. Even when he was supposed to be his sidekick. What if he’s hurt him?”

Drake whipped his cape about his shoulders and pulled Darkwing’s hat onto his head. “Don’t worry; I’ll find him. You go back inside with Loopey and Birdie.”

Gosalyn scowled.

“I don’t have the Ratchatcher. I’ll move faster without you, and get to help Launchpad quicker.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll make sure Loopey and Birdie are safe.”

Drake sighed. “That’s my girl.”

He headed for the faint glow of the fire on the horizon. Oh yeah, he was really missing the Ratcatcher. The frustration of having to walk, along with the thought of Negaduck being here, causing trouble, made Darkwing grit his teeth. He’d come all the way out here for Launchpad, because his sidekick really, really needed to see his family. Negaduck had no right to be here, threatening them, and Darkwing wouldn’t let him anywhere near them.

Despite now having to come to the rescue he couldn’t work up any anger at the Negaverse Launchpad. He could understand trying to hide Negaduck’s presence from the McQuacks. They shouldn’t have to deal with this sort of stuff. And he’d managed to convince Gosalyn he was alright. That certainly counted for something. Taking on Negaduck himself was still immensely stupid. If he didn’t want to scare the McQuacks he could’ve at least come to Darkwing for help. But then, Launchpad had taken on his double by himself too. Stupidly heroic, but mostly just plain stupid.

Twin lights lit up the road ahead and the roar of an engine grumbled towards him. Darkwing stopped and shaded his eyes. It was just so dark out here and the headlights were blinding. In the city, there was always plenty of ambient light to see by. Man, he was really out of his element.

And then the lights were upon him.

“Oh. Crap.” Darkwing dove to the side as the motorcycle roared past. He could feel the rush of air as it passed within inches of him, and whipped up his cape and wrapped it around him. It rolled him up and tossed him aside.

Darkwing fought with his cape. It’d done him right up in a bundle. “Darkwing Duck will not be defeated… by… his own… cape!” Darkwing fell out of the mess and face-planted into the dirt. “Ow.” He lay there for a moment. Partly to let his head stop spinning, partly out of embarrassment.

Negaduck. The motorcycle was heading straight for Loopey and Birdie. And Gosalyn. Darkwing hauled himself to his feet. His head still spun. And in the darkness, he suddenly wasn’t sure which direction the house was.

***

Chapter 8

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slash-me-please · 3 years

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Imagine Billy kills you and you haunt him

Thought I'd be Okay P1

Warnings: Angst, He falls in love with you, gore. You get murdered. This gets really upsetting.

I don't write for Billy anymore but this idea was burnt into my soul.

Killings were starting up in Woodsboro. Once was this town a peaceful little neighborhood, and you wished it back.

It wasn't crazy to think that you weren't going to get murdered. Things like this didn't effect you. You'd live your life, a normal life. One which didn't include getting slaughtered one by one as your friend group dwindled in numbers. Maybe this was okay to think? That you hadn't climbed the social ladder far enough to fall in a category in which it was possible to get murdered? Unfortunately that's not how attackers thought. At least not yours.

You'd always hated tuesday. In your opinion it was even worse than monday, and maybe you would've hated it more if you knew that tuesday would be the last day of your life. Unfortunately you were not blessed with this information and instead sat obliviously on your bed. The phone rang. You ignored it. It rang again. You ignored it. It rang a third time and you groaned loudly, finally standing to answer it.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" The man on the other side of the phone asked. His voice sounded robotic and maybe as if he was on the verge of laughing. "Is this a prank? And if so it's utterly pathetic," You answered, eyebrows crunching as heavy breathing was all that was left. "What's your favorite scary movie?" It repeated, harshly. "Doesn't matter. You won't stick around long enough to remember." You laughed, moving to hang up before the man at the other end yelled loudly into the phone: "Don't you fucking hang up or I'll gut you like a pig!"

You felt bile raising up your intestines and you whined into the phone accidentally. Your hands started to shake and you racked your brain wandering to see if you locked the windows. Your question was answered as something in your living room crashed and you ran to your bedroom door to lock it.

"Why are you here? If you like movies so much then you should know that I'm not supposed to die." You answered shakily, moving to your window to peek open the blinds. Maybe you could run to your friend f/n's house. Could you make it? "And who's supposed to?" "You should be at Billy's. Surely you shouldn't be killing anybody but hell- if its anyone then he's the main character." You breathed, unlocking the hatch on the window quietly. "Besides, if you kill me that'll be such a setback. I wanna be a journalist when I graduate and-" "If you can answer all of my questions correctly then I will not kill you. Deal?" "Deal."

"Who was the first killer of the friday the 13th franchise?"

"Pamela Voorhees."

"Correct, now lets get a little harder. What was Freddy Krueger's mothers name?"

You pulled your lip between your teeth, heart pounding as you tried so desperately to remember. "Don't tell me you've given up already??" The eerie voice giggled excitedly.

"Amanda Krueger."

"Alright, what was the name of the final girl in Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"

Your face fell. You hadn't seen that movie in years. Finding the only answer to this you could, you hung up the phone and yanked the window open, pulling yourself barefoot onto the roof sliding. You yelped at the rough paneling biting into the soles of your feet, but quickly shuffled against the side of your house.

Your reflexes weren't quick enough to dodge how fast your bathroom window was pulled open and how even faster a man grabbed your ankles and yanked you through the window. You just nearly avoided hitting your head on the toilet seat as he pulled you into the hallway. You yelled no's loudly and kicked at his hands, crying out when on of them grabbed your right ankle and plunged a hunters knife through the sole of your foot, watching amused when it came out the top of your foot. "No no no please no!" You cried, almost gagging when he dropped your ankle and lifted you by the waist. Your hands came upwards and grabbed his mask, ripping it off quickly and screeching when you came eye to eye with your crush Billy. "Oh Billy, please don't, I wanna see my parents when they get back, please don't Billy. I told ya I wanted to be a journalist didn't I?" He only grinned at you, but just when you thought he'd put you down, he grabbed you by the crown of your head and slammed his knife between your eyes.

The transparency in your skin frightened you more than your murderer. Honestly you felt as if you'd just been lurched out of your body by an external force and the screech you let out was deafening. Your eyes widened upon seeing your corpse drop to the floor and Billy staggered away in disbelief. "No, no, no! Please no! God no! I didn't want this!" You cried, collapsing to the floor and attempting to rip the knife from your face. Billy looked quite shaken himself and reached to touch you, his hand going straight through. "Am I a ghost? Billy what'd you do to me? was this on purpose? Oh my god- I'm not gonna age! I can't die! I'm just going to be stuck here! Billy why?" You yelped. "I-I don't know, this hasn't ever happened before!" "Y-You... Oh my god! You killed me Billy! What the fuck??" You stumbled upwards and flailed your wrists. The carpet didn't even bend under your weight anymore. Your weight? Lack there of.

After processing the information you breathed out a heartbroken sob. "I guess this is it then?" You sighed, you wanted to cry so desperately but you unfortunately had no fluid inside you anymore. "Go Billy. Get out of here." You cried, attempting to smack his chest or even hit him in any way. "Do you think I can leave? Or am I stuck here for eternity?" You asked, more rhetorical than anything and he pressed his lips in a fine line, exiting out the window.

That night you processed everything fairly quickly. You watched the night roll by, unable to feel the breeze caress your face the way it did every night when you watched the sunset. You cried again. You stared blankly at your folded, dead body that Billy hadn't even done you the favor of covering it up before he exited. You watched the phone ring, once, twice. Then it stopped. It didn't start again for at least two hours and you watched it ring again.

As you said before, you weren't a main character. At least not to anybody in particular. Or in general. Your parents had mixed feelings. An average child, average grades, average hobbies, average looks. They didn't mind if you didn't pick up the phone. They didn't mind if you were dead in a ditch. You'd rather be in a ditch than folded in the hallway.

About two hours later your parents got home. They yelled into the house for you, telling you they'd take your phone for acting so foolishly and not answering their calls. That whole spiel you've heard before. But you decided not to wait and see the look of horror on your mother's face and instead thrusted yourself out the open window. Maybe you could walk through walls as if they weren't there. You'd rather not.

You picked up some will as you walked the silent streets of Woodsboro. They were silent until the sound of cop cars and an ambulance pulled into your driveway and the neighborhood walked outside to see you being brought out into a large body bag.

As you suspected, no one fell to the ground sobbing, no one cared. Some held their phones out and recorded and others took pictures. Some stared. But you stood next to Billy making offhanded comments about the whole thing. "Look at these fuckers, girl gets killed and no one even mourns. What a bitch. Taking pictures n shit." The only only one who looked even a little bit sad was F/N. But they held their composure well. "Can't believe you killed me of all people, what an ass. Is it cause I walked in on you changing that one time?" You asked, watching him grin slightly. "I hope you know, that one time in kindergarten, I broke your science project. It haunted me everyday. Not anymore. You're the one who's gonna get haunted Billy."

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bellamer · 3 years

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I had an idea about a big murder man who lives in the woods because he just wants to be left alone. He wears a mask because he was born with a facial deformity and the small town he lived in called him the 'son of the devil' because of his face so his mother forced him to wear a mask. When he was a teenager, the taunts and insults got so bad that he ran away into the woods, never to be seen again. He only still wears the mask as an adult because it's something he can't part with. He only kills people who go onto his property to protect himself but is considered to be more of an urban legend because for some reason, his existence can't be proven, no matter how many times the police comb the woods to look for missing people only to find corpses that are blamed on animals attacks.

One night, a woman is being chased by these men and runs into his woods to get away. Her foot gets caught in a bear trap (that was set by the murder man) and the men chasing her gain on her, until one by one they are killed off. The Big Man approaches the woman and gets the bear trap off of her foot. He takes pity on her, seeing how small she is, and picks her up, taking her into his cabin and fixing her leg, only speaking in soft grunts. The woman tells him that the men chasing her were her ex-husband and his gang, she had divorced her husband because he was abusive towards her and he wanted revenge. She doesn't have anywhere to go because her ex's gang burned her house down because she won it in the divorce. The man gestures to a couch as a way to tell her that she can stay there until she's healed.

Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months and it soon turns into a year and the woman is still there because she and the Big Man have fallen in love. She cooks and cleans for the man since his cabin was a mess before she came to live with him and because the man couldn't cook, most if the time eating the meat that he hunted raw. Not only does the Big Man kill to protect himself, he kills to protect her too. Soon, the Big Man asks the woman to marry him and she says yes.

Years go by and the woman becomes pregnant and gives birth to a beautiful baby girl who looks just like her father but instead of covering her face, they teach her to embrace it and that's she's just as beautiful as everyone else. Soon the little girl wants to go into the outside world but her father is scared because of the torment he sustained when he was her age but her mother tells him that times have changed and that if anyone picks on their daughter, she'll handle it but if it gets too bad, then they'll keep her home.

The girl ventures out to school, her mom posing as a single mother who lives in a trailer somewhere just outside of town so that no one gets suspicious. At first everything his fine, but one day, the girl's mother isn't at their normal meeting spot so she decides to walk to her home in the woods by herself, knowing what traps to dodge. As she walks, some edgy ass teenagers notice her and start to taunt her because or her face and follow her into the woods, throwing rocks at her. The girl runs but she trips and cries. Just as the teenagers gain on her, The Big Man sees his daughter in distress and approaches the teenagers with a chainsaw that he was using to cut up his latest hunt and kills all of them before picking up his daughter and cradling her, taking her home to her mother, who wasn't there to get her because she was feeling sick. Her mother, approaches her husband and daughter, ignoring the fact that they're both covered in blood (she knows it's not theirs) and shows her husband a positive pregnancy test. The Big Man hugs his wife and child (getting blood on his wife as well), happy that his twisted little family is going to grow bigger.

#my ideas #bell speaks #slashers #big murder men #i dont know #i think its good

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 3 years

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The OTHER Members of Eve’s Coven

Me and @lilmissrantsypants couldn’t fit all the coven in as cameos in chapter 3, so here’s a rundown on the members who didn’t make an appearance. I added some of the stuff that inspired us into making the characters, My wife just went crazy with descriptions for her characters.

Aleister & Tantomile Deering: A pair of twins who were orphaned during WWII. They had to scrape by to survive, with Tantomile whoring herself out for drug money. They were turned when Aleister begged for help as his sister was overdosing. They were plagued by psychic visions as mortals, their powers awakening fully when they were turned. They are practically inseperable nowadays.

Power: Aleister and Tantomile have innate psychic abilities, activated by touching someone. Tantomile can see into a person’s past, while Aleister can see multiple outcomes the future could hold and then latch on to the most likely scenario. Their vampiric power is a twin link that allows them to experience the emotions the other one does, as well as keep them connected.

Inspiration: The psychic cat twins Tantomile and Coripocat from Cats

My wife came up with the basic concept and we workshopped them together from there; it’s a joint effort. She does Tantomile, I do Aleister.

Bartholomew Comstock: An overly aggressive puritan who was despised by his fellow townsfolk, he was banished from his New England home and forced to start a farm on his own. He nearly perished in the winter before Eve turned him. His hatred at being a disgusting, demonic creature such as a vampire is only ameliorated by his knowledge that Eve, having once been the angel Samael, ‘confirms’ his beliefs and allows him to eternally punish those he views as sinners.

Power: He believes his power gives him great strength against sinners, allowing him to inflict pain upon those who have done foul deeds. In truth, it is actually his own sins that give him strength, though his power does weaken as he exerts himself or runs low on blood (he cannot become unstoppably powerful).

Inspiration: The dad from The VVitch

Beatrix Cullen: Beatrix Cullen was a happy woman once, a skilled seamstress in the 1950s who simply loved the act of creation. She had an adoring boyfriend, and the two were set to be married, with Beatrix making a gorgeous wedding dress for her special day. But on that day, her groom never arrived, as he had been killed in a car accident on the way. Stricken by grief, Beatrix was easily convinced by Eve to join her coven, with the promise that perhaps her power could help her bring her husband back some day...

Power: Beatrix can imbue any object such as a sculpture or statue with life, essentially making golems without a magic scroll. Her most trusted golem is her mannequin, Manny, who often tries to steal her wedding dress. Her ultimate goal is to use her natural skills and her power to bring her husband back to life, stitching a Frankenstein monster of him and pieces of sleazy men who hit on her into a perfect flesh golem.

Inspirations: The bride from the Haunted Mansion, Kill Bill, Frankenstein, that one Tumblr post about 50s housewives fighting zombies with chainsaws, La Pascualita, Pegasus from Yu-Gi-Oh

Blanche Atterton: Daughter of Lady Drusilla Atterton, she grew up wanting nothing more than her mother’s love, though her mother was often far too preoccupied with “other things” (which she later learned was all of her plotting and planning to ensure her riches).When given the choice for vampirism, she excitedly vowed her loyalty to her mother and Eve. As she was only 15 at the time and children would not survive the turning, her mother waited until she turned 21 before turning her.Blanche does everything for her mother’s attention and love. She doesn’t hesitate to do her bidding in hopes of her mother praising her for it. She’s misguided, not evil, though her mother’s praise has given her a superiority complex and she’s a bit of a narcissist.

Power: Blanche’s power gives her a powerful, painful scream. Those within 5 feet of her screaming will suffer from temporary deafness for 5 minutes. Whether they fall deaf or not, bleeding from the ears is very common, especially among mortals.

Inspiration: Drizella from Cinerella

Dee Comporre: Giorgio Nero’s faithful, somewhat obsessed bodyguard. She quite obviously has a crush on him due to her hatred of any woman who so much as interacts with Giorgio, though Giorgio just sees her as being a bit overprotective. She has a shaved head, and paints her face to look like a skull.

Power: She can secrete and spit a powerful corrosive acid that can melt through even metal.

Inspirations: D’Compose from InHumanoids

Dorian Ferris: A serial killer known as “The Ferryman,” who always leaves coins over his victim’s eyes. As a mortal, he had far too many close calls, and was nearly caught several times, particularly during a bout in a town back in 1999. He tends to target wicked people such as domestic abusers, rapists, crooked cops, and so on, sending them down the River Styx ahead of time to make the world a better place. He willingly joined the coven to escape punishment. More than anything, he just wishes to live a quiet, peaceful life.

Power: Has luck manipulation, which can allow him to do everything from dodge attacks by near misses or turn his surroundings into a Final Destination movie for opponents. He tends to activate a particular mode based on the whims of a coin toss.

Inspirations: Jinx from Teen Titans, Final Destinatiin, Two-Face, Yoshikage Kira

Elizabeth Bathory: The Blood Countess herself. After evading death in the 1600s thanks to Eve, she became a loyal follower of the demon, and was recruited into the Order of the 1800s. Dracula and Rasputin managed to defeat her and supposedly kill her, but Bathory is notoriously hard to slay. True to her infamous reputation, she tends to “Feed” by bathing in the blood of her victims.

Power:Bathing in blood gives her an insane power boost; the longer she soaks, the stronger she gets. She can also absorb blood through her skin, though she can’t absorb the blood of supernatural beings this way.

Elvis Rey: Growing up near the border, Elvis always wanted to be like his hero, Elvis PResley. He obsessively watched the man’s performances and learned his every move. When the man died, he vowed he was going to become the greatest Elvis impersonator that ever lived. The 80s weren’t too kind to him, and drinking, gambling, and overeating left him looking like chubby later-years Elvis. With debt collectors crawling down his neck, he turned to Eve, and became a powerful vampire.

Power: He is capable of replicating any non-supernatural ability he sees. For example, if he watched a martial arts movie, he would be able to pull off those moves. Think the comic book character Taskmaster.

Inspirations: Elvis (Presley), Elvis (God Hand)

Giorgio Nero: Giorgio Nero was a member of Cosa Nostra who attempted to retire from this life due to his wife and child. However, his past would eventually catch up with him, and his child was nearly killed, which lead to Giorgio accepting an offer he had once rejected, but now couldn’t refuse: vampirism and joining with Eve’s coven. Despite everything, he is an honorable man who dearly loved his wife and adores and accepts his child.

Power: You know Magneto? Like from X-Men? Imagine that but instead of a Holocaust survivor it’s an Italian guy. Boom.

Inspirations: Magneto, Risotto Nero from Vento Aureo, Metlar from InHumanoids

James Wilson: James was born in 1812 as a slave. When he was 8, he was gifted to the man one of his master’s daughters married, along with 13 other slaves. As his former master’s name was Wilson, he took that as his surname. He worked as a stablehand until he became a farmer at age 12. After a rather brutal beating when he accidentally dropped a bag of freshly picked potatoes at age 25, James encountered Eve. She promised to help free him. She turned him into a vampire (1837). He lived on the run until the Emancipation Proclamation was issued and went into full effect in 1863. James used to speak in thick, Gullah speech, but over time, it has lessened as he acquired modern language.

Power: James’s power gives him the ability to summon and play with water. He can use it however he wishes: to drown someone, to create a small unnatural pool to swim in, or to cool someone off with a quick sprinkle. This comes from his silent love for water, though he wasn’t ever allowed to swim or play in it.

Inspiration: Splash Mountain

Juno Nero: The child of Giorgio Nero. They tend to wear long black coats, masks, and facial bandages to hide their face and body due to extreme anxiety. They are mute as well, and communicate via sign language. They are nonbinary.

Power: They can stretch their body like rubber (think Elastigirl, Rubber Band Man, Plastic Man, you get the idea).

Inspiration: Tendril from InHumanoids

Lady Drusilla Atterton: Born in 1852 in England as Drusilla Graham to a middle-class family. She grew up idolizing the wealthy and decided she would do whatever it took to become wealthy herself.Met Josiah Kipling, a 28 year old man, when she was 22. He fell madly in love with her. She was overjoyed as he was quite wealthy. They married in 1874 and had two daughters together (Katharine [1875] and Blanche [1877]). However, after 8 years of marriage (1882), Drusilla (now age 30) fell out of love with him and secretly laced his food with rat poison, ultimately killing him. As they had personal chefs, it was deemed to be the fault of the chef, who was arrested and charged with the crime. As his widow, she inherited a share of his wealth.Over the next 10 years (1882-1892), Drusilla married 8 other wealthy men from all over the country, all who mysteriously died less than a year later in what were deemed to be unfortunate accidents.

Donald Thompson, married in 1883, died in a carriage accident.

Maurice Parker, married in 1884, died of a laudanum overdose.

Timothy Edwards, married in 1886, died by drowning

Christopher Watson, married in 1887, died by falling out of a second story window

Nathaniel Harris, married in 1888, died of apparent suicide

Bernard Carter, married in 1890, died of a hunting accident

Percy Clarke, married in 1891, died after being attacked by a burglar

Timothy Atterton, married in 1892, died in bed (cause unknown)

She met Eve in 1892 shortly after marrying Timothy Atterton. Eve had heard of her reputation as the Cursed Widow (but knew full well her husbands’ deaths were her doing). As Eve was extremely weakened, Amon turned her. With Eve’s assistance, she killed her final husband by scaring him to death by introducing him to Eve. Drusilla vowed her loyalty.With the knowledge of how to turn another from Eve (as Amon refused to tell her how), Drusilla offered the gift of vampirism to each of her daughters. Katharine ( refused and cut herself off from her mother, instead choosing to live a full and honest life. Blanche, on the other hand, being so keen to be accepted and loved by her mother vowed her own loyalty to both her mother and Eve. When she turned 21, Drusilla turned her as well (as she was informed that youth would not survive the turning).

Power: Her power allows her to paralyze her target with a simple cold stare for a full 5 minutes.

Inspiration: Lady Tremaine from Cinderella

Lord Gordon Ruthven: A rich, aristocratic vampire who enjoyed luring in and preying on young women. He was part of the Order of the 19th century. He is currently a severed head, as his body was destroyed by the Silverwings.

Power: Can exude a charm aura that makes women more susceptible to his commands and desires, though it only works on women capable of being attracted to him (it would not work on lesbains, for instance).

Mabel Lockhart: A sickly young girl whose father made a deal with Eve to keep her from dying. Her dad is currently missing, and she is unsure if he’s even alive.

Power: She has the ability to absorb energy, such as steam energy, electrical energy, etc and gain boosts and power depending on what type she absorbs. For example, absorbing electrical energy would allow her to to shoot lightning. She can also absorb a person’s energy, but at most she can make them very lethargic and gets little else from absorbing that sort of energy.

Inspiration: Loosely based on the Pokemon Magearna

Maddox Hinton: Maddox was born in 1863 in a small town in England. He doesn’t talk much about his past, but he does boast about how he and his father were valued hypnotists in their small town. He was his father’s apprentice, learning how the art of hypnotism worked, though he wasn’t quite as successful as his father. This was what Eve used to convince him to turn to vampirism. It occurred when he was 25 and preparing to take over the family business.His power helped him convince his customers that they were actually under the effects of hypnotism. His father simply believed that taking over the business helped him tap into his true potential.

He continued this way until Eve demanded his help. He lied to his dad, telling him he was going to travel abroad and spread their business, causing his father to take over the business once again.Maddox served Eve for a few years before she told him she didn’t need his help anymore. It was likely this that irritated him so much that he eventually became loyal to Amon while under the very convincing facade he’s loyal to Eve.

The rest of his past is unknown. All he will often tell people is he traveled all over the world, performing great feats under fake names as “world-renown hypnotists”. Maddox is a wild card. He does things for the fun of it or for his own pleasure, often without any sympathy towards others.

Power: Maddox’s power allows him to take control of another (similarly to Gabby’s). However, he can take control of up to two people at once. Instead of physically puppeteering them, he simply suggests they do something and they do it.

Inspiration: Vex from Lost Girl

Margaret Derwin: Margaret was born in New York City in 1902. She grew up with a love for music, particularly singing. She had dreams of becoming a famous singer.When she was 18, she pursued these dreams. She got a job as a dancer at a speakeasy with hopes of, eventually, being able to become one of their singers in time. It was there that she met Elizabeth, one of the other dancers. They secretly fell in love (which answered Margaret’s confusion about why she wasn’t interested in men). Eventually, they decided to run away to California together. They made plans and prepared for this, but on the day it was to happen, Elizabeth never showed up. Margaret later discovered she had changed her mind and, instead, was going to marry a man she’d met at the speakeasy.Eve found Margaret heartbroken and wandering the streets looking for a new job after quitting at the speakeasy (as it was too difficult to continue working there when Elizabeth was still there). Eve easily wooed her to her side. Though, as Margaret had good intentions, Amon had eventually been able to convince her to assist him instead as he wanted to ensure Eve would stop preying on innocent people like herself.

Power: Margaret’s power involves her voice. Through singing, she can influence one’s emotions depending on her intentions (anger them, seduce them, calm them down, soothe them to sleep).

Nora: Nora’s memories are very faded. She knows she was born to a very poor family in Ireland. She knows she was sold as an indentured servant at age 13 in exchange for her tickets to America, board, and food. She knows she worked for that American family for 7 years. She knows she caught influenza and was promptly fired by the family for fear she’d infect them all. She knows she was near death, wandering the streets alone, when a massive black snake promised to save her. At the time, Nora believed it was just an illusion. She found out the next day, however, that it was not. She’d been saved by the gift of vampirism.Nora lived a long, long time as a homeless woman. She watched as America grew into a country of its own. She preyed on any she could find in order to survive. Eventually, she took residence in an abandoned house on a street. Over time, rumors spread that a ghost lived in the house on Blackwell Street. Her appearance and her power did much to add to this as well, as did the occasional mysterious deaths of those who wandered into the house hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost.

Power: Nora’s power allows her to become visible or invisible on command. She can only switch from one to the other every 10 minutes. She often uses this to frighten mortals and uphold her identity as the Ghost of Blackwell Street.

Tony Sugar: Tony Sugar is the owner, spokesman, and iconic figure of the Lost Paradise Candy Company. With the help of Amon, he became one of the first successful Black candy makers in America. He’s very flamboyant, campy, and charismatic—essentially a black Willy Wonka. He is pansexual because, in his own words, “everyone deserves a little Sugar.” He is also an avid beekeeper.

Power: He has the power to “mellify” corpses, filling them with a honey-like substance and turning them into zombies.

Inspirations: Tony Todd’s Candyman, Ruby Rhod, the song “Sweet Bod,” the myth of the mellified man

Walter Sherman: Formerly a college professor and devoted family man from the dawn of the 20th century, Walter was a good man known for always thinking forward and being able to accept new changes in the world. However, when a freak accident claimed the life of his wife and child, he couldn’t handle it and attempted suicide before being saved by Amon. He’s mostly in the coven out of loyalty to Amon.

Power: He has the power of adaptability, allowing him to easily adapt to any situation. For example, using lightning against him would make him adapt lightning resistance.

Inspirations: The Carousel of Progress

Wayne Nicol: A formerly friendly clown who was forced to witness unspeakable horrors during WWII. He survived the horrors, but was left fundamentally disturbed by the nightmare he had lived through. He joined the coven hoping to find some sort of safety, but as it turned out, Eve had other plans.

Power: Has the power to control and manipulate a person’s fears to weaponize against them.

Inspirations: Scarecrow (Batman), Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, The Day the Clown Cried

#The vampirino story

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fellwhite · 4 years

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SwitchTale

(Im not sure if that name is taken and its just a temporal name, it will be changed later)

Tws: Genocide, death

Just a heads up, this will be a long post cause i have no idea how read more works in mobile, also i do not know if someone has had this idea before so bruh, anyway here we go:

Basically, the concept is that instead of Chara being the first fallen child, Frisk will be the first one to fall instead in an underground where Asriel hasn't been born yet, effectively swapping Chara and Frisk's roles

And also Asriel is still just a child on Chara's arrival and he will help them go through the underground

This idea was based mostly on Epictale! But in this case it's on the classic undertale. Epictale by @yugogeer012

Frisk being the first one to arrive made A LOT of changes in the underground, some of them being by example:Toriel and Asgore didn't get divorced or anything, but they have been separated for decades, some monsters being more passive, while others are more aggressive, a similar yet fairly different underground with new chara-cters and more.

I still haven't figured out a lot of stuff so yeah this will have plenty of plotholes or things that make no sans-e. But anyway

Characters:

Frisk:Attack 20 Defense 25

*The first fallen human

*A rather kind and passive human child who heavily dislikes humanity and loves their monster family,while most of the time they act very nice sometimes they can lash out revealing their not-so-friendly side,their metods to achieve what they want or to do what they think is right are a bit extreme sometimes,loves puns and dominates flirting, their favorite food is charamel and chocolate

Chara: Attack 30 Defense 20

*The last fallen child

*A sassy and almost creepy human child,they hate humans but they're a bit more nice to monsters, they love chocolate,hugs and golden flowers

*Asriel is their best friend

(Chara's personality will heavily change depending on the route)

*Toriel: Everyone's favorite goat mom, she stays mostly the same but she is more protective and better trained at fighting, her fight is significantly more difficult in all routes

Asgore: The king of the underground and a big fluffy dad, his fight is a lot more difficult since he feels even more guilty and he's more desperate to end this, he wields his good ol'trident and will sometimes use a knife, he fights in genocide too. Asriel is forced to stay on the entrance to the throne room by royal guards so you have to face the king alone

Asriel: Everyone's favorite fluffy boi, he becomes Chara's best friend in just a couple days and he will help them go trough the underground

He's against murder but he will protect Chara either way and might even take a life for them

In genocide he will disappear after Toriel's death

He's 12 years old

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: Paps is a former member of the royal guard and he is a lot more serious with his job, he still won't kill you and there's also a lot less puzzles on Snowdin because of his job and instead there's a lot more royal guards in the way (mostly dogs)

He still hates his brother's puns and still has great self esteem but he is more aware of many things,he has a bit of knowledge on timelines and resets thanks to Sans but he still does not know when a load happens

Sans: The funny bone man, brother of Papyrus and another member of the royal guard (against his will) Sans is one of the characters with the most changes, he joined because of Papyrus and now has 2 Defense and 2 Attack, still 1hp, still does a lot of puns but just like Papyrus he's more serious and he will fight you once before the fight with paps to prepare you (he can't be killed in that fight as he will dodge and he will use only some simple bone attacks). He fights you on all routes in the last corridor unless you're in neutral and you didn't kill Papyrus, he is not the last genocide boss anymore, still has gaster blasters and karma but both are used only in genocide

Mk:????

Undyne: More ruthless and negative, her fights are all harder but not too much, she is even more determined than before and bleeds during genocide route, her undying form is pretty much the same but the heart in her armor is constantly changing from green, yellow and to white

You'll depend on Asriel to survive

Alphys: Our number 1 lizard nerd

Alphys is another character that's pretty different, she's more confident but she still is very shy, she's also more less kind at the start so you'll have to make her trust you first, she'll be against you for a bit in hotland but she will start to help you once Mettaton tries to kill you with the chainsaw (which by the way it's an usable item here and you get it on all routes after the Mettaton fight, it's the second most powerful weapon only behind the true knife)

Mettaton: He's literally the same, in fact he's a bit easier but has a longer fight and a couple new weapons, in genocide his NEO form can take only 7 hits but the attacks are very long and devastating. Asriel stays out of this one as it's a 1v1

Napstablook: they're a little bit more confident but still incredibly shy, their fight is easier but takes a couple more turns and you will need Asriel to help you

Muffet and Grillby: They united their places in order to have a better chance for their businesses to survive, it worked out really well but they constantly fight. Muffet is the exact same but a bit more stressed and Grillby is more talkative, Muffet offers drinks now aswell as spiders, and the same goes for Grillby

Temmies: hOI

Red: yes baby Red is here too, she appears around the CORE with 2 dog guards (which she mentions on her original fight) and she's an main boss and character

W.D:????

There's some additional characters that i added, like Captain froggit, yes their name is literally captain so their position is quite convenient, and a few more here and there

Toby isn't here, instead there's a wolf with... An smiling face? (yep that's me)

A few additional changes:

Frisk is viewed as an mostly chaotic neutral and inclined to chaotic good, but in genocide this changes ti chaotic evil

Yes Frisk is the narrator and acts somewhat similar to Chara

Both Chara and Frisk use they/them, i personally view em both as female and nonbinary respectively but i'll leave it like this to avoid discourse or anything

Napsta is nonbinary and uses they/them and he/him, prefers they tho, i left them like that since i haven't seen much discourse about Napsta's gender so bruh

Sans and Paps are ??????'? sons

Since im no Toby Papyrus can use his special attack (which is a blaster here) but he will hold back by himself in his fight

Some notes:

There's some guard campaments and the royal guard headquarters, only the campaments are accessible but you can see the hq from far away

You can ask me any doubts or anything idm

There will possibly be a comic, plenty of art, a written version or even possibly a couple playable fights in the future, but it will be a while before that happens

Odds are it will be all written but im not sure yet, references will be on an individual post

The au name is subject to change

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING ANYTHING LIKE THIS SO ITS A TOTAL MESS IM SORRYYYALCKAOFKAOC

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