#anyway gonna get some sleep because I’m tired and need my knee to repair itself somewhat

[katsukisass]

PAIRING: Aizawa x F!Pro-Hero!Reader

WORD COUNT:  It’s gonna be 5 parts, but this second one has 2,023 words.

WARNING(S): Lots of swearing. Body-image issues; self-esteem issues; reader is in pain and hurt, Aizawa is bae. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Again, if i’m honest idk what i’m truly doing with this, it wrote itself. I think their relationship is cute, tho Aizawa may seem a little ooc? Tell me what you guys think! Again, this is UNBETADED AND I’M NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER, please tell me if you find any errors and I’ll correct them right away! <3 

RESUME:  You never thought of yourself as particularly beautiful. But then a certain Pro-hero keeps telling you are and, at a certain point, you just can’t convince yourself he’s lying. [THIS IS PART II, FOR PART ONE GO HERE]

ii.                  scarred, tired and hurting.

 A week later you're discharged, half-high on pain killers and going home. No one picks you up off the hospital and when you get home, there’s also no one expecting you. It’s very tidy, so your cleaning lady definitely showed up while you were in the hospital because you definitely didn’t left it like this. All you have on is a set of mismatched sweatpants you borrowed because your hero outfit was apparently beyond repair; thankfully the hospital provided those for you to borrow, but they smell strongly of cleaning products and honestly it is making you nauseated.

 You need a hot shower and a fresh change of clothes, but you have a serious challenge ahead of you – strip; your shoulders are kinda busted, you did had a broken rib and lifting your arms made the wound on your lateral hurt like a bitch, so… You stroll around spending time while you prepare yourself for the pain that awaits you once you get to shower.

The pants come down easily but damn.

The first sleeve comes off and you kinda wanna leave it like that or maybe cut the fucking shit with the scissors you have on the drawer and then hop the shower. While you take a deep breath and starts taking the other sleeve off, you’re half seeing black and biting down to hold the growls of pain.

Once it’s out, you’re naked, having worn nothing underneath. You thank the heavens and breathe slowly for a bit to calm your heart. Then you enter the shower and close the glass door with the good arm, the other kind of holding your side where a bandage still stands glued to your skin. Recovery Girl was able to make your wounds close, but inside they were still healing, open and hurting. You half imagined she had left your wounds half treated because she knew the only thing that could make you take it easy was feeling that amount of pain in simple, daily gestures and damn if the old lady wasn’t a mastermind.

Under the hot shower you’re in paradise and plan on staying there some time. You wash your hair the best you can with only lifting one arm and it only going shoulder-high – it’s messy, you waist a ton of shampoo but if feels fresher and that’s all you need for today. The whole tentative of using the soap felt weirdly incomplete, you didn’t reached half the places you needed and there were pain for most of it, but well, what could you do?

You tried your best with the towel and at some point just gave up and went to get dressed – and once the sweatpants are on is that you catch your reflection in a mirror.

Fuck.

The marks on your upper body are dreadful. There are welts of vermilion lacerations stretching through your shoulders and down through your right arm and the lateral of your body. The place where the bandage once stood shows a fresh, closed but still healing scar, starting down your breast and ending close to your waist. Damn, so that’s why Eraser where that worried with you – you must have looked close to dying. There were bruises here and there, some gashes on your knees, thighs and arms and you wonder how you didn’t notice before. Did the purple and red become colors you grew used to? Did the pain from it seemed normal, now? Well…  You quickly throw a baggy shirt on and decide to not think about it too much.

 There was no use in commiserating about those scars. You were a hero and it was part of the job. It didn’t look pretty but they were fresh and you would grow use to it too…  They definitely didn’t add to your already humble looks but well… it… were life? The first tear falls unpretentiously through your face and seems to break the dam. You barely remember the last time you cried but damn, you’re crying a river over some scars like a child and it pisses you off and you cry in annoyance and pain because crying makes everything hurt too.

 It had to be the meds. Or hormones? Maybe exhaustion is making you a bit crazy and it takes some time before you finally can breathe evenly.  You lie down on your amazing bed and fall asleep so fast somewhere in your mind you agree that it had to be exhaustion.

 You wake up surprised and without any notion of time. Its dark out and quiet, but that tells you nothing. Getting up and groaning all the way because your body feels like it has been throw under a bus (fun fact: it has) and then hit by a truck (also true), you finally notices your cellphone shining away on your bed, vibrating.

“Hello?”

“Are you alive?” You know this voice, but sleep still clouds your thinking so you just ask who the fuck it is anyway.

“Don’t you have my contact?” The stern question burns a hole in your brain and Aizawa’s face emerges like a punch.

“I didn’t look.” You mumble half-asleep and he sighs.

“Can you open your door? I’ve been in front of your house for the last hour.”

“What time is it?” You look around like an idiot, despite having the phone in your hand.

“Almost eleven.” That shocks you.

“And why are you here at this hour?” You ask, despite knowing Aizawa probably won’t answer. He never does.

“Open up. I have food.”

Like awaking a beast, your stomach grumbles and you realizes just how long it’s been since your last meal. Trust Eraser to know how to press your weak points. You end the call without any warning and counts to three before getting out the bed, because every single thing hurts. Everything takes longer, like you’re carrying weight, so of course crossing your apartment also does. By the time you’re opening the door, Aizawa has banged on it two times.

“Are you familiar with the concept of waiting?”

“No.” He deadpans and you mumble a naughty answer under your breath, standing aside for him to enter because whatever he has smells good. You give him a once over when he isn’t looking and is pleased to see he’s in way better shape than you. He limps, but then again you’re pretty certain he fractured that leg, so just to be walking is a good thing.

“So what are you doing here?”

“Came to see how you doing. I went to the hospital and they told me you discharged yourself.” It has a bit of sting, but you’re both way past that.

“Can’t stand hospitals.” You mumble while ruffling though the paper bags he put on top of your american style kitchen counter. There are four takeout boxes and you smell chicken.

“Who would’ve thought, seeing as you keep coming back there?” You normally like Aizawa’s sarcasm. Not when it’s directed at you, though. But he’s a hypocrite and you make sure to call him out, with a finger in the air and everything.

“Look who’s talking. I know you left on day two of observation, don’t even start.”

“I had things to do.” He looks elsewhere like a lying bitch and you stare him into looking at you again. “Liar.” You accuse. It passes some time, in which you pass him two boxes and open yours, happily eating without seating; in the meantime, you also start making tea.

“Why is it that pro-heroes hate hospitals?” He muses while watching you struggle around the kitchen. You do mumble a “don’t know” with a mouthful and after you swallow, you keep talking.

“It remembers us that we’re mortals?” You’re eating a spring roll and talking absentmindedly but Aizawa looks at you through the other side of the counter with wide-eyes. “Maybe stresses our weak state and give us anxiety? Show us we’re not as powerful as we think? That’s not to say about triggering PTSD.”

“You put thought into it.”

“I told you I don’t like hospitals.” You say, matter-of-factly.

You two finish eating in silence. You have no idea if he’s just thinking or maybe tired, but when you look at him, his eyes are travelling through your fresh bruises, scanning the red extension of your new scars that are visible. When he looks at you again, there’s too much emotion in his dark eyes and you look away.

Shota always see too much, you think. Beyond any facade you put, behind your barriers and between the small spaces you barely notices you leave open but are enough for him to slither his way inside your mind. Inside you. He notices things you barely realize you let escape, holds to them, pinpoint them back at you and pushes, pushes, insist until you cave; until you’re bare. You hate it.  

He doesn’t say anything. You do.

“And you? You’re ok?” It’s like a whisper, honestly, and in the silence his eyes seems to burn into you harder. Then he blinks.

“I’m fine. Broken ribs, arm and leg but they’ll heal.”

“Oh, that’s good.” You mumble and then ask, munching on the chicken. “How about your head?”

“My head?”

“You had a concussion.” It isn’t a question. You fucking know he had one. He had to.

“Why you think that?” There’s a somewhat humorous turn in his tone, and you avoid his eyes.

“You know why.” You peek at him, unsaid things in the air and he fucking smiles. The prankster smile, too - the one where the corners of his mouth quirk up, mouth open and teeth showing and his eyes shine.

“Cute.” He throws it at you like a threat, looking you dead in the eye, challenging. There’s a beat of silence while a stare down goes between you two before you literally whine.

“Oh, please. That again?”

“Can’t say you’re cute?” He has a smirk in those ridiculous lips of his and you want to wipe it away with your fists… or something else entirely.

“No.”

“Ok.” He muses. Then devilishly smiles. “Beautiful then.”

“Ok.” You get up from where you are, nodding towards the door. “I think you should leave.”

“Make me.” The daring tone is even worse than the troublemaker smile he has.

“Damn, ‘zawa.” Your hands fly to massage between your eyes. “Behave or I swear to god I’ll kick your ass out.”

There’s a moment while you both just stare each other. Then:

“Okay. I’ll behave.” And he does. He stays around and cleans the teacups despite you saying he can leave then in the kitchen. He throws the take out on the trash and cleans the table and berates you if you even try to help and despite you pouting on the couch, you’re thankful. You’re both throwing ridiculous comments around, like the fact your hair seems like it hasn’t see a brush in weeks - same as his, and that he may need a walking stick sooner than expected. He comes and sits on the couch and makes you lean against him like it’s the most normal thing in the world and you almost felt like it truly were.

He doesn’t talk about the red in your shoulders and you pretend you don’t catch him staring at it. You don’t talk about how his face scrunches up in pain just by having you lean against him and he pretends you didn’t see. It works for you both, this world of pretend, since it’s the only place where you both can say it doesn’t hurt. The distance and proximity, the scars and broken bones, all of which fading in the time while you’re both together on the too-small-for-you-both couch. There’s warmth in this fairy-tale world and the real one is way more dreadful, so you lean back closer to him like your blemish skin doesn’t sting and your arm doesn’t throb and close your eyes.  And when you’re half asleep in his arms and could swear you heard his voice saying “damn, so beautiful”, you just pretend that you’re dreaming.

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#aizawa x reader #aizawa shota imagine #aizawa sensei #aizawa shota #eraser head x reader #eraser head imagine #aizawa bnha #aizawa mha #bnha imagine #gender neutral reader #ive been thinking about it and honestly only on the smut its gonna have some specific mention about the reader being female #i suppose i could adapt it #what do you guys think? #i honestly have no idea how this going because the angst kinda wrote itself #but i kinda like it #hope u guys do too #my writing

[fulokis]

I’m still fuming over this morning when I get a message in the og group text, I probably shouldn’t be so pissed but if you’re not going to really try to talk to me and every comment you say is half assed trying to be nasty then tell me some shit after knowing that I’m careful around substances. Don’t expect me to think it’s a joke. Friends joke, if you only give me snide remarks every few weeks that’s not friends that’s barely tolerating the fact you haven’t kicked me out of the discord server

So yeah of fucking course I took it wrong especially because of how fucking exhausted I am after working a shift with about 4000 covers and having to wake up and come in before noon the next morning. And no he didn’t know that part but still

#ughhhh #I’m so fucking done with this dude #the minute I ended it it seemed like a different fucking person #and I keep thinking that it was well on its way to an emotionally abusive situation #especially after a comment about reylo and shiping it #and this is part of why I’m not sure if I’m aro or was extreemly uncomfortable in this relationship #or maybe I’m just a lesbian and not bi #idk right now I’m more focused on getting my life back on track after covid #of course I am fucking terrified idiots will make everything shut down again and I’ll have to go through entirely new shit #and tbh this stressing isn’t good #funnily enough work doesn’t stresss me out as much as I thought it would #and yes this is a dump but like I don’t really feel like writing and need to get shit out of my head and Friday is a whole two ass days away #anyway gonna get some sleep because I’m tired and need my knee to repair itself somewhat

[a-smilethat-explodes]

Chapter 24- She needs you

I was sleeping peacefully, out to the word as usual, hours before I usually even considered waking, when my cell phone went off on my nightstand. I rolled over as it rang again and blearily caught sight of my alarm clock. 8:30 AM? I groaned loudly and Jake answered back with one of his own. Who would be calling me at this ungodly hour? I checked the caller ID. Video Warehouse. I put on my most awake and professional voice. "Yeah." I mumbled as an answer.

"Erik? Paul." Paul barked back. Why the hell was Paul calling me at 8:30 in the morning? "I'm calling to tell you not to come to work today, the window is going to be repaired, and it will be impossible for anyone to come in to pick a movie in peace."

"Okay." I mumbled.

"Bye," he hung up.

"Zzz that?" Jake mumbled from his bed. I took the mumble to be, "Who was that?"

"Don't wake me today, I don't have work." I mumbled back, rolled over, and then went back to sleep. When I awoke, the apartment was silent. A rarity in itself. I lay in bed, revealing in the strange noise. I lifted my head… Jake's bed was empty. He must've been at work. Adam and Ben were probably in class or working too. I slowly sat up and dug a hand into my hair, scratching my head as I yawned.

At first I enjoyed the silence. Silence compared to Jake, who can't stand silence so he either walks around making noise or has the TV on really loud, was better. But it quickly started to get to me. I turned on the X-Box just to keep myself from going crazy and to keep myself occupied.

Finally, two hours into X Box, the guys returned. "So this is what you do with your day off?" Adam asked dryly as he and Jake entered the apartment later. Girls trailed them. Great.

"Where you guys been?" I mumbled back, gunning down another dude.

"Play me, bitch!" Jake said as usual as he sat down next to me, punching my shoulder as he came down.

"Just a sec." I mumbled back.

"Jake!" the girl pouted, sounding as though she thought he was neglecting her.

"You can sit next to me and cheer me on, baby." Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the couch.

"Okay," she pouted. I rolled my eyes and wondered how long this one was going to last. Probably long enough for a "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am," on Jake's behalf.

Jae laughed and I yelped in anger as I died. "Let's play." I finally took a look at Jake's new girlfriend.

She saw me looking and smiled slowly back at me. Was she flirting with me? She winked as she slowly licked her lips. Yes. I didn't know whether to laugh, because who considers that crap flirting, or to roll my eyes, since it meant that Jake had picked another winner. I started counting the days until Jake dumped her (which usually happened when either a) she wasn't good in bed, b) she was clingy, or c) she started to move her stuff into our room). "I'm Angela," she leaned across Jake, giving me a clear view down her shirt, and offered her hand.

Unlike with Alexandra, who I was actually attracted to and had, in a moment of weakness, actually looked down her shirt, I merely forced a half smile coolly back and replied, "I'm Erik."

"Good to know," she grinned lazily at me. Of course Jake didn't notice, he was too busying telling me he was going to get the Ferrari before I did so that he could kick my ass.

After a game of X-Box (I won, naturally, even without the Ferrari. Jake pouted), I grew tired of being the fifth wheel so I got up and went into my room to study. I shut the door behind me, blocking out the X-Box so I could hear my stereo.

A little while later, Jake ambled in, shut the door, and peeled off his t-shirt. "How come you aren't working for once?" he asked me, digging through the clothes on the floor.

"Somebody threw a brick and broke one of the windows at the store." I replied, watching him pick up another shirt, sniff it, and then make a face. "That's disgusting, dude. Paul was getting it fixed today, the noise would've scared off customers, so he just gave me it off." I looked down, highlighted a key point in my book, and then looked up again. "Where did you get the hoes?" I asked him.

"We met them at the store," he replied, not even denying that they were hoes. Nothing like Jake for a little frank honesty. "She needed help carrying something out to her car," he smirked knowingly at me, which I took to mean that "she'd needed something carried to her car" meant "she played damsel in distress to get me to hit on her."

"Nothing like love in the air among shopping carts and bags of groceries." I deadpanned back with a smirk.

"Jealous," he sniffed before making the mistake of opening our closet door.

"No-!" I began, abandoning my books without a care as I jumped up, trying to stop him.

Too late. Half the shit piled up in there began to fall out. "Shit," he muttered, trying to catch it quickly.

"We gotta clean up." I muttered as I hurried over and helped him push it back in (someday we'd get organized… yeah right). We pushed the random clothes, basketballs, footballs, baseballs, magazines, a few bottles of alcohol (Jake's private stash), a guitar case, and other various things back down to the floor.

Once that was done, he relaxed and began flipping through the handful of shirts we'd actually bothered to hang up as I sat back down on the bed. He dug through the clothes, decided on a blue and white striped collared shirt, and then smirked at me as he said, "We're taking them out tonight."

I knew what that statement meant, I wasn't stupid. Jake was going to try to nail her tonight. "Come on, dude, not tonight…" I complained, thinking of the lumpy couch I'd have to sleep on while he and the hoe slept in his bed.

"Dude, you need yourself a lady," he stopped buttoning up his shirt to raise an eyebrow at me.

"I have a lady." I snapped back testily (I get that way when I'm faced with a crappy, sleepless night).

Instead of jumping on that and mercilessly teasing me as usual, he paused again, but this time he was clearly uncomfortable. "Christine?" he asked me, voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"Yeah." I mumbled back, rubbing the back of my neck to avoid his eyes and the weird tension that had suddenly fallen over us.

"Huh." Jake grunted then lunged across the room as he ordered, "Let me use your cologne!"

"Jake!" I shouted as I lunged as well, trying to grab it from him but he was too fast. "Dude, come on, that shit's expensive!"

"Well then let it work its magic just this once tonight," he said as he sprayed himself then patted me on the head like I was one of his little brothers. Ass. "Bye sweetie, don't wait up!" he sang as he left the room. I heard the girls giggle and rolled my eyes with a smirk of my own.

The following night, after a bland shift at Red Rooster, I came home to an empty apartment again. While I was glad they weren't here partying and making a mess, at least when they were here, it wasn't so damn quiet.

I stared around the empty apartment and contemplated who I could call. Usually I'd call Cassie… I sighed. I hated fighting with Cassie. I knew she wasn't about to call and apologize but I couldn't find a way to call her myself. It was going to be awkward, no questions asked, but I couldn't bring myself to call. I missed her; nonetheless… we'd been best friends since the dawn of time, who wouldn't miss her?

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, watching it listlessly. I needed some more friends or something, sitting by myself in the apartment on a Friday night was hardly-

My cell phone went off. I eagerly pulled it out, dying for someone to hang out with. It was just Adam. "Hello." I answered, trying to mask my disappointment.

"Hey dude, it's Adam," he shouted over the noise of wherever he was.

"What's up?" I asked suspiciously. If he was calling me to be designated driver and pick them up from some stupid party, I wasn't gonna be happy-

"Hey, Cassie Franklin… you're pretty good friends with her, right?" he asked me cautiously.

"Yeah…" I answered slowly, sitting up on the couch. Why would he be calling about-?

"Dude, get over here. We're at a house party and I just saw her with this guy, dead drunk," he shouted back. "She looked pretty fucked up; you have to come get her."

I felt dread curling in the pit of my stomach but tried to make excuses anyway. It's not that I didn't care about her, I just knew that she'd put up a fight if I came within ten feet of her. "She's an adult, she can take care-" I began to protest halfheartedly.

"No, dude. That guy she's with, I know him, Jon something…" I felt my face blanch at the mention of Jon. "He's an asshole, dude, he'll hurt her," he shouted back seriously. "I'm DD and I'd help her except she doesn't really know me, and the person she does know, Jake, is too drunk to help her anyway."

"I'll be right there. Where are you?" I asked, jumping up from the couch as I flipped off the TV. By the time he finished the directions, I was downstairs in my car, backing out of my spot.

I had to park blocks from the house. I called Adam as I walked up to the house, expression grim. He told me he was in the kitchen and we hung up.

Girls eyed me with slow grins as I entered the house. I ignored them and made my way through the family room.

A girl stumbled backward from a hallway, laughing drunkenly. I caught her as she ran into me then held her as her knees buckled. "You okay there?" I asked kindly, turning her to me slightly.

"Erik!" Isabella Walters exclaimed joyfully at the sight of me. The vodka on her breath hit me in the face and I winced. "How are you?" she demanded, laying a small hand on my chest.

"Izzy!" I heard a familiar voice call, sounding half annoyed, half impatient. Ana appeared, looking annoyed, with Andrew following her. Her eyes widened at the sight of me. "Erik!" she exclaimed.

"Hey." I smiled back, glad to see my little sister nonetheless, and then patiently caught Isabella as her knees buckled again.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, still looking surprised. As you can tell, I've made it a habit not to go to parties, so she was right to be stunned. "This is a high school party."

"Hey, beer is beer, no matter where it's from." I replied. "The guys are here, it's a long story, I'm not drinking-"

"He came to see me." Isabella interrupted, slowly patting me on the chest with her hand as she smiled flirtatiously up at me.

I saw Ana roll her eyes with a smirk. "Okay, that's it, no more drinking right after you've broken up with your boyfriend." Andrew spoke up, rolling his eyes, as he took her from me. "You come on to anything with a pulse," he stopped, looked at me, and then half smiled. "No offense."

"None taken." I replied dryly.

"Where some more… alcohol?" Isabella asked, teetering unsteadily.

"I think we're gonna call it a night." Andrew announced with a sigh.

"I'll call you." Ana gave me a hug.

"Okay." I agreed quietly, hugging her back… I hadn't realized how much I'd missed her until that moment. I watched her and Andrew slowly walk Isabella out.

"Bye Erik!" Isabella sang as they helped her away.

"Bye Iz." I replied, shaking my head with a smirk. Then the real reason why I'd come to the party came back to me. My expression went grim again as I walked into the kitchen where Adam said he'd be.

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Griz-Lei: A Fantasy Story Chapter 2:

       Four hundred years have passed. The order has disappeared into legend and scorn, being unable to find what any looked for and failing in a way that makes the definition of the word falter in the actions of their fall. The bodies of the fallen sigils of the order were never found, and the names Gorm-Pa and Griz-Lei are fairy tales to the children of the world and a character in stories of many a fletching author. But still their failing has left an impact.

       The town of Kumas, named after the legendary Bear god,still stands burned and reclaimed by nature. Trees sprout from chimneys and eternal magical fire blinks and flames upon many a post of wood. Stones are tossed haphazardly around the square, fountains destroyed and moss covered vending stands splintered. Trees cover the fallen town, reclaiming acre after acre of human touched land, their canopies creating a great shadow around the crushed city.

And the tower of the Order is gone.

       Across the lands towns have gone and passed, going by many names and having many cultures. None staying long enough to hold the region under one rule, one flag. The current ruling power has neglected the decrepit ruins of Kumas, wary of the curses they may linger. But that does not prevent those from venturing in.

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       “Teyet,” a young girl’s voice calls out,”do not stray so far! We have to come back to the camp!” Sticks and leaves crush as four feet run through the jungle, bushes shaking.

        “Hah! Yetet, I have a burning curiosity,” a boy’s voice calls out, “ that cannot be satiated by sitting in a camp!” He leaps into the air, catching a branch and swings himself higher into the trees, swinging from vine to vine. His friend follows him on foot, screaming at him to come down.

        “ I do not wish to come down! This is the first time we’ve been somewhere that wasn’t a desert or plain of some borish variety in soooooo long!” He falls from his vine and catches yet another branch, swinging in circles before flying off and landing square on his feet. Yetet catches up shortly after, slightly panting.”Teyet, i'm worried you’re going to get yourself hurt. You get hurt every time we go to a jungle.” “I find this completely untrue, remember when we went to the Pearl Forests? I didn’t even scrape a knee!” At saying this he leans upon a branch, looking smug.

     “Yes, you did. A tree fell on you, and it was technically your fault because you were trying out your dad’s axe.”

      “I don’t remember such an event,” he says while scratching his dark brown hair,” perhaps you’re making it up. Just to get at me.”

      “It hit your head, so there's a good strong possibility you just don’t remember because you were concussed beyond all comprehension.”

    “Well , even if such an event did happen, such a thing will not happen again. “ and in this exact minute, the branch he was laying on gave away as the tree fell over. However, the tree did not fall upon Teyet. No, It fell the other way, its roots upheaving and launching him in the air, deep into the forest he were not supposed to go into at all.

     “Teyet!” screamed Yetet, running after him. A distant *THUNK* was heard, followed by many words that are not to mentioned in polite company or elders. Yetet raced through the forest, swinging on branches and hopping over fallen logs, following the sounds of her friend’s discomfort. When she finally reached him, he was on his back, his right leg bent in a way that should not be and probably is not natural for a normal person. Upon Yetet’s arrival, he turns and contorts his face into something trying to resemble a calm expression, yet it is very clear it is a facade.”W-well, I-i guess i do get h-hurt sometimes…” he managed to stutter out between the many curses.

        “What did you even hit,” Yetet says while she bent down to examine her friend,”theres no trees around here, you hit like the only open clearing.” He looked around, making many pained expressions while doing so. Then he screamed really loud.”CCCHHEEEOUUCH!!! WHAT THE HELL YETET!?” “What? Im trying fix your leg.” “YOU….you...well thank you, however r-right now id rather not move it.” “And why is this? Don’t you want to get out of here?!” “No, not at all. I like laying here in the middle of the only clearing in this endless forest, somehow getting injured and unable to walk.” At the end of his sentence, he gave perhaps the deadest look one could have given a person at any point in all of history.

Yetet elbows him in his ribs.

      “OUCH, jeez i get it ill stop. But i won’t move.” At this Yetet sighs and looks around, trying to find out where they were. And she noticed something. “Hey, did you notice that door thats over there by the side? Its huge!” Again, Teyet painfully moves hi body to meet his friend’s demands, cursing even more.”Yes, it is infact a huge door.” He gets elbowed once again, and a similar reply from the previous elbowing comes from him. “But its standing up! Its not fallen over or anything.” “Yes, this is an astute observation, yeyti.” She opens her mouth, but closes again, pausing.”What did you  just call me?” “Yeyti, your name has too much t’s in it ive decided now.”

      “W-well your name doesn’t have enough T’s! Tey-t!” “Tey-t? That your best?” “Its not like Yeyti its any better , jackass.” ‘Language, there could be young forest animals near us.”

     “You know what? Im gonna go check out that door, leave your crippled self out here.”

     As she got up to walk to the door he called out, “Tell me of your great findings, O explorer of the lands.” He gave himself a little laugh after that. She turned around to face him, giving a little foot stomp.” Why are you so mean all of a sudden?! Did that tree knock the nice out of you?!”

    “I AM UNABLE TO MOVE , FRIEND. IT HURTS, I’M A BIT ANGRY.” “No need to shout, sheesh….” she turned again and walked to the door. It stood without support, in the middle of the clearing. She even walked around to the other side to see if an invisible building was hiding, but was disapointed. This left her with only one option. She knocked.

    “Why’d you knock?” “ To be polite, something you need to see and learn right now.” An audible groan was heard from the back.

     No answer came, so she reached out for the door handle and turned it. And as she turned the handle, all around them the environment seems to fizzle into reality, revealing a crumbling 5 story tower of stone and floating islands. Moss hung from every stone hanging off of the tower. Small, everlasting ponds had small waterfalls pouring off of their sides, turning into mist. A large golden lettering arcs itself over the doorway now, glittering in the rays of sunlight.

   “All Enter who Seek”, read off Yeyti, confused. She turns to talk to Tey-t, only to see him passed out. Perhaps from shock. But before she can do anything, the door swings open.

    She peers inside to see what it was hiding and sees a great hall, far longer and taller than the tower would have it appear. All around on the floor there is broken glass, books far beyond reading and repair, a rather nice chair on its side, and a body. She walks further in, looking at the body on the floor. Its head is missing, the neck where it once was now decayed. The armor it wears is still polished and pristine, the sword by his side still sharp. She picks it up along with its sheath and continues down, the sword softly clinking on her back. She walks down the hallway, coming to a rotunda leading to doors larger than most men.

   The rotunda had what once was a great fountain, it now lays cracked at one side. A skeleton rests in that crack, clutching a book and two glass bottles with flat orange liquid, staring at the entrance of the great hall. She reaches for them, as she and Tey-t were pretty thirsty. Atleast she was anyways. Around the fountain she can see that the great doors are all stone grey, one open but with sand pouring out of it. Yet, there is another door. One that is not greyed. She approaches it, and reaches for its great handle, but is stopped. Stopped by the room encompassing roar, a roar of a true predator. Of a creature full of pure anger. And in this roar can be heard two words.

“GET OUT!”

   She rushes away from the rotunda, running at her peak speed. The roading gets louder and louder and louder until the building shakes. Stone crumbs begin to fall from the ceiling and walls. Stained glass windows begins to shatter upon the great doors. She finally reaches the door to the clearing, and before she can even place the second foot out the doorframe it slams shut behind her, sending her flying out.

    She lands , rather roughly, and just kinda lays there for a bit. She hurts quite a bit, from obvious reasons. She rather painfully gets up, her arms arching. She rubs the back of her head where the sword hilt hit her. She checks out the rest of her body, but notices something odd. She is wet from some sort of liquid, all along her arm and head. She glances down at the ground to see a broken glass bottle, now knowing where it came from. But she had two? Whre could the other have gone-

   “OWWWW MY HEAD!” Comes a cry from Tey-t, hand clutching his face.”Theres this huge scar on my face oh why did this happen?!? And everything is wet i can’t see theres some sort of juice in my eyes of why is today so bad uggggh.” Yeyti rushed over, for many reasons. One to see if her friend was ok, the other to prevent more whining. But she fell once more, this time she could not get up. And she felt tired. So tired. She needed to sleep. And sleep she did.

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