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#dont make me be in pain anymore over these fuckers than i already am
artooine · 3 years
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maybe ill conveniently forget that there is more than eight episodes in season seven 😢
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mythiccheroacademia · 3 years
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Can you do headcanons for the main three where the reader has always wanted to be in a relationship and when someone ends up liking her for the first time, they ended up cheating on her so she goes to the boys for comfort?
Comfort 
A/N: ahhhh angst w a dose of comfort <3
Warnings: a curse word here n there
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Midoriya Izuku: 
the moment he heard the news, he ran to find you 
he found you in your dorm, eyes puffy and cheeks covered in tears 
when you met his woried gaze, you just broke down into tears
midoriya quickly went to your side, wrapping his arms around you and trying his best to comfort you as you sobbed into his shoulder
“why did they cheat on me?”
“am i not enough?”
“i thought they loved me”
“what’s wrong with me?”
hearing you blame yourself almost tore his heart in two
he was so angry about your ex treating you this way that he had tears in his eyes 
izuku nearly started thinking of scary ways to make them realize how horrible they were for cheating
but your trembling shoulders took him out of his fury-induced trance
he couldn’t focus on that quite yet
his top prioity was being there for you 
izuku pulled back to gently wipe the tears falling down your face
usually he’d get too flustered to do something so intimate
but all he can think about is how much he wants to take the pain away from you 
“nothing. absolutely nothing is wrong with you. and your ex is an idiot for making you feel like that”
“b-but why would they cheat on me if--”
“bc they’re too blind to realize how lucky they were to have you”
the firmness in his tone makes you gasp
you sniff as he connects your foreheads, taking in how beautiful you look despite the tears and snot 
you don’t know if it’s just bc of how emotional you are rn, but the adoronment in your friend’s eyes sends butterflies down your stomach
“izu?”
“one day, someone will come along and show you just how priceless you are”
a bright blush explodes on his face as his thumb stroked your cheek and he can’t help but think about how perfectly you fit into his arms
“one day,” he whispers again 
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Katsuki Bakugo:
you had been acting weird all day 
you were quieter than usual
jokes were nonexistent
and you didnt even threaten to punch his vocal chords when he was screaming at izuku today 
something wasnt right 
and it wasn’t like bakugo cared...but it was messing with his flow so he was determined to get to the bottom of it 
he texted you what was up your ass and you left him on read
offedend that you ignored him after he took the time out of his day to text you, he makes a b-line towards your room 
slams open the door to find you with your knees pulled against your chest 
“oi! what the hell is wrong with you? ignoring my fucking texts!”
you told him you weren’t in the mood and he gets even more riled up bc boom boom boy doesnt know how to express his worry like a normal fucking person 
he starts to argue with you and you get so fed up at that you blurt out
“my s/o cheated on me, okay!?”
katsuki freezes
your face burns with humiliation and tears as you admit, “you were right. they never care about me”
see, bakugo never liked your s/o
he got very bad vibes from them from the start (and he also was lowkey jealous but we dont have to talk about that)
but you were so excited to have a s/o that he didn’t want to seem like more of an asshole than he already was, so he let it go 
eventually
so hearing this made his blood boil 
just as he was about to go on a literal manhunt for them, you finally break down after holding it in for so long 
no matter how uncomfortable he was, bakugo can’t just leave you there 
youre surprised when he pulls your head up to meet his intense gaze
“listen here. that fucker never deserved you and it was only a matter of time before they showed their ass. so don’t waste your useless tears on them”
he pushes your face into the cleft of his neck so you won’t see the blush on his face
“...but if you need to cry...i’m right here”
the dam inside you breaks and you hold onto him with your life as you sob your heart out 
bakugo is there to hold you until you fall asleep
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Todoroki Shouto:
it was todoroki who told you that he saw your s/o with someone else 
he didn’t know how to smoothly transition into bringing up the issue, so he did it quite bluntly and it shocked you
then, you were in denial and told him he shouldn’t assume things based off a quick glance 
 a small argument broke out between the two of you 
shouto didnt understand why he got so frustrated over it, but at some point, he gives up trying to help and said things he shouldn’t have 
“fine, i dont care anymore. but don’t come crying to me when you see that they don’t love you”
you storm out of the room and you two don’t talk for a week
shouto doesnt care...at least, that’s the attitude he attempts to give off
but his friends can see he’s noticeably quieter, colder, and more impatient 
you werent any better
and it goes like this until one day he’s sulking in his room and you burst in there with an angry face 
shouto thinks you’re about to argue with him again so he turns away to ignore you, but that doesnt deter you from what you need to say
“i’m sorry”
it comes out very forceful but there’s a waver in your voice
todoroki blinks before slowly turning to you 
“you were right. they were cheating on me and i just didn’t wanna accept it. okay? i knew. i knew they were getting distant but they were my first s/o and i didn’t wanna let them go”
you start to word vomit and you don’t realize youre crying 
shouto walks over to you and tries to calm you even as you rant 
“y/n...”
i’m sorry i blew up on you like that. i’m sorry i was such a jerk. and i know i look stupid and desperate. and i know you said not to come back to you when i find out but i have no one else and--”
he pulls you into a hug to shut you up
“it’s okay. i’m sorry too. i shouldn’t have said that. so can we stop being mad at each other now?”
“please,” you whisper 
he gives you a small smile before holding you closer as you start crying into his shoulder
he’s not good with his words, but he comforts you with his silent support
the next day, your ex avoids you like the plague and you have suspicion it has something to do with the icyhot hero who looked a little too innocent 
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savnofilter · 4 years
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You’re Perfect
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Bakugo x Fat!Reader [3.4k words]
warning(s): sexual content, angst, fluff, mentioned bullying, might be triggering, implied anxiety attack, body dysmorphia, body worship, praise kink.
a/n: for any sfw readers, about first half of the fic is strictly sfw. line “It took you a second” is when it gets spicy, ““Shit… you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?”” is when its chill again. <////<
ahhhh, i sincerely apologize to the requester for this being so late. i too at the time was struggling with my weight when i had received this, i hope this makes up for lost time. this hit home to write since its painful to see someone you love go through hating themselves for something they cant control. if there is ANYTHING THAT MAKES YOU (THE READER) UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE LET ME KNOW! i will fix it up ASAP. as my other awareness posts or sensitive topic fics, i hope this helps more than hurts. 
if anyone makes fun of you for your weight (especially on anonymous) theyre fucking losers. if someone cant say shit to your face they dont matter!! and if they do? they still dont matter. as long as you are healthy you are 100% valid, no matter your size. thank you anon, i hope you have a splendid night! 💓
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His mouth danced with yours as you two had finally gotten back from a long day of shopping together. His hands wandered under the cute hoodie that you had borrowed from him, your beautiful body doing it more justice than his. His calloused hands gave your sides a playful squeeze, smirking lightly at your slight moan at the feeling. Just when he was about to lift the material from your body is when you had stopped him abruptly. 
Bakugo frowned upon watching as you kept your hoodie down, shying away from his eyes and not making any move to speak rather than to tell him “no”. He sat back on his heels, your skirt already ridden up, but that too was brought down by your persistent hands. Bakugo’s brows furrowed in confusion, eyes scanning your face and trying to figure out what the hell was wrong. 
“Babe, what the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice communicating his confusion.
“I-I just don’t feel like it anymore.” You mumble, hand flying up to cover your face, a sure sign that you were lying to him. Bakugo’s face didn’t change at your words, the other indication of that was the subtle change in his facial expression. He moved back, his hands carefully lifting your thighs from around his waist and helping you sit better on the bed again. 
“What’s the issue? Did someone do something to you?” He asks one question right over the other, thinking out loud instead of letting you speak as he gives you more space. “I swear I’ll kill whoever did it, those fuckers don’t know what’s coming to them-”
“It was about us,” You whisper, “those girls were talking about us.” Your change in volume catching his attention, whipping his head to look in your direction once again. He was startled to find that you were crying, the dead giveaway being the wet spots that coated the once dry edge of your sleeves. “How I’m not good enough for you b-because…” Finishing the sentence was hard. Your voice trembled as you struggled to talk, the painful squeezing in your chest making it impossible to think straight. He couldn’t say anything as he waited for you to continue, too worried that if he spoke too soon he’d cause you more harm than healing.
“I’ve been trying so hard to ignore it but, it’s just so fucking hard not to. People always tell me about how I look when I can already see it by myself. I don’t need someone to point out my weight because I live with it every fucking day! When they send me their bullshit when we’re together -- it’s always when we’re together. I fucking hate it!” You cried harder, your emotions coming up and swallowing you whole. Had this been with anyone else, it would’ve been hard. Since Bakugo had already been with you a few times to know your insecurities and aid you back to a level head, making this easier to open up. “Those girls… they talk about how you’re better than me, how you’d leave me because I’m not shaped like the other girls, how--how I’m not your type! And it’s every-fucking-day.” You whimpered at the end of your sentence, your anxiety not aiding in the fact that it was getting so much harder and harder to think straight or breathe. “It hurts so fucking much because I love you so much, K-Katsuki -- it hurts s-so much!”
At this stage in your breakdown, you didn’t even have enough courage to look up at him or inch away when you felt him get closer to you. He was silent as he watched you sobbed, gulping anxiously as he too tried to hold back his pain at watching you like this. He quickly scanned the room to let his words flow for whatever reason, the action aiding him in speaking to you. Of course, he had known that once you two moved onto a university setting that more people would try anything to get on top. Bullying was something he was over and something he had grown to despise. The thought and knowledge of people being awful to you made him incredibly sick.
“Is that what has been bothering you so much?” Bakugo asked, gently getting enough room for him to bring you into his lap into his arms. You nodded as you continued to sob, the harshness before only dimming down just a bit by him embracing you in his arms. “Fuck those extras. Those chicks don’t even know what they’re talking about, if they spent more time on themselves they’d pass better in class!” He huffs. He doesn't need to anything about who there and what their motives were, not wanting to feed into their pathetic bullshit. It was losers who don’t even have the privilege to talk to him for Bakugo. “You’re fucking beautiful, Y/N. Don’t let some nameless bullies get to you, they’re nothing but jealous bottom-feeders. You’re your own person even without me -- and hell I would still be pinning after you even if we weren’t together.” He mumbles against your temple, his hand that held under thighs in a tight but comfortable grip gave them a loving squeeze, his other hand that wrapped around your shoulders giving the same effort. 
He smiled softly once the sound of your crying subsided the more he continued his words. He places a kiss on your temple once he manages to earn a sorrowful giggle from you, nuzzling your hair as he softly rocked you. “Don’t let those people get to you… they have nothing better to do.” He carries, his tone softer than the last time. “I don’t know what’s it like to be in your shoes, but I am here for you, alright?” He reassures. The nod of your head was all he needed as he let you calm down, not moving or speaking another word till you were comfortable in moving again.
He gave you a moment to collect yourself, reminding you of the breathing exercises you often did to get you to breathe normally again. It wasn’t until when you had gained enough reassurance you were able to lift your head from your curled up position, using the other dry side of your sleeves to clean your cheeks. He swoops in to give your closest cheek playful kisses, the feeling of his lips against your skin making you chuckle and move your face away. 
“Katsuki, stooop~” You tease him, moving your face away from him and letting his kisses trail down your neck. He stops once you down at him with a playful grin, your vibrant smile back on your face. 
“There my beautiful and amazing, Y/N, is~” He teases back, leaning in to give your lips a peck and pulling away to carefully let you back on the bed. You take a small deep breath, your hands coming up to wipe your face again. “Thank you, Katsuki. Sorry if I ruined the mood, I didn’t mean it…”
“Eh, what the hell. I would rather sex you up when you’re ready not when you’re someplace else.” He nudges you jokingly, smirking down at your semi-surprised face. “I could get you a bath, queue up some movies, if that’s what you want-”
“N-No, I would like to continue where we l-left off.”
It took you a second before you could look up at him, both pairs of eyes reading each other. You were the first to lean in, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and sealing the kiss halfway through. You positioned your body to face him better, him the same as you two sat at the edge of the bed getting into your interrupted make-out session once again. Your hands gripped the bottom of his shirt as his other disappeared under your hoodie once again, you two letting your hands refuge wherever they could find it. 
His thumb softly caressed your skin as he leaned more into you, you both moving to lay back onto the bed. His hand trailed from your jaw back to his earlier position before you had your break, pausing just slightly and continuing their journey downwards -- in fear of repeating the same emotions that had jumped up when you two had first started. His calloused hands landed on your thighs and spread them with enough room for him to fit between your thicc thighs. His hands gave them a sensual squeeze, dragging up playfully to disappear under your skirt as he caressed the plush skin under it. 
His tongue invaded your mouth while you let his hands roam wherever they so, please. His mouth swallowed your cute and surprised yelp when his hand found its way into your laced panties and gave your bean a testing rub. Once his advances weren't rejected he proceeded to continue rubbing. He opened his eyes to watch your face relax into one of lewdity, quickening his pace to the one you liked. His fingers were skilled in rubbing up and down to collecting your slick, making it easier to rub against your skin and bundle of nerves.
When you had pulled away it was one of the most erotic sights he has ever seen from you: expression needy, mouth open, and tongue hanging out your mouth as panted from the rush of adrenaline. A string of saliva connected you two, the experience causing his cock to twitch in excitement. He leaned down to give you a quick kiss to get rid of it and pulled away to get the rest of your clothes off. His hands gripped the bottom of the hoodie, red and lustful eyes looking up at you for consent before getting the clothing off your body. He groaned watching your chest heave in excitement, hands trailing your sides, and moving to kiss your neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby~” He mumbles against your skin, giving it a playful bite and sucking on it. “And you’re all fucking mine, you got it~?” He trails his kisses to different parts of your chest and collarbone, making sure to leave it in places that could easily be seen. “I’m going to let every extra know it too~”
You moaned out his name once he continued his possessiveness, hands groping your tits through your bra and fondling them. The soft but stimulating fabric of bra aided in giving you the extra boost of hormones that he had given your cunt minutes ago, shamelessly rubbing against the front of his pants to gain stimulation. 
His kisses didn’t stop at your chest and collarbones, his adventure continuing when his hands went behind your back to un-clip your bra and watch as your breast spilled from the contraption. He mutters to himself at how cute your chest was, the hardened nipples aiding in their beauty. He couldn’t help but swoop in and take a bud in his mouth, already sucking on the proud buds. His tongue swept across the hardened nerves and sucked on them as well, his other hand fondled the other. His unoccupied hand moves back under your skirt and inside your panties, playing with your womanhood, his main focus to give you utmost pleasure. 
He hums happily hearing you moan and whimper for him, your hands gripping the shirt he still kept on. The contrast of how much clothes you two were wearing was making you self conscious, but in the hot, bothered and vulnerable -- and not the bad kind of way. Once he could feel your cunt slicking up he smirked against your skin and continued his ministrations. Bakugo takes two experimental rubs against your entrance, dipping the tips in and slowly sinking them both in at once. His teeth lightly tug at your nipple as he pulls away, letting it go before giving it a teasing peck.
“You like my fingers in you, baby~?” He lightly taunts you, watching as your hips buck into his hand once he chooses to rub over your g-spot from the get-go. “You like it when I tease you like this, Y/N~?” Of course, he wasn’t expecting a verbal response from you. Your whimpering, and nodding being enough.
He let his fingers work inside you, tips repeatedly grazing and teasing your g-spot to watch your tremble and quiver. Choked words came from your mouth, your eyes never leaving his as he watched down at you in a predatory gaze. The corners of his mouth etched into a smirk, unbeknownst to you that how beautiful you looked made his heart race, his thumb doing its work to further its pleasure and keep you squirming beneath him. The sound of your cunt sucking around him was erotic, Bakugo flipping up your skirt just to see the mess underneath. “Fuck~ this pretty little cunt is mine~” He growls out from the feeling of your walls tightening around his digits at the compliment. Surely he wasn’t expecting you to cum this quick, his free hand gripping one of your thighs and pushing it back to let his fingers hit differently inside you. The mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of the hot core and his thumb swiping at your swollen nerves was enough to drive you over, giving him a loud cry he always yearned to hear when you guys get busy in your dorm room. He carefully removes his drenched fingers from your wanton cunt, dryly swallowing at the loss from around his fingers.
“Such a good girl…” He mutters to you, whether or not you were supposed to hear it or not mattering to you once he rips off your skirt, his hands gripping your waist and squeezing your waist. His eyes scanned and drank in your naked state, his cheeks tinting a happy pink on his tanned skin as he thought of all the things he could do to you, his boner officially pressing against the restraints of his pants. His hands trailed your body, giving the parts of your body sensual gropes and held you with gentleness. It was like he wanted to let you know he cherished every bit of you. 
Bakugo was quick on getting his clothes off, ready to finally have his cock inside you. His fingers danced across your way to lube himself up again, pumping his cock as he looked you over. He makes strong eye contact with you, his nose flare in hot arousal. “Are you ready to continue, babe?” He asks softly, gripping your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. 
“Please, Katsuki, please make love to me…” You ask meekly in response, your hands circling his shoulders and pulling him closer. His face nuzzles your neck and nods his head in response, pressing his tip against your opening before thrusting in.
“Be careful what you wish for~” He simply says as he hits inside you and holds you close. His pace was relentlessly but not in an aggressive way, the enthusiasm of his thrusts showing his passion for having sex with you. Your hips met with every thrust, body bouncing against his as he moved his hips against yours. The resonating sound of him moving in and out of you was flustering, to say the least, the sound not alone and having the sound of your wet pussy to partner along with it. 
His hands caged your head in as they rested on beside your face and on your plush pillows, anchoring himself and helping him move in you. He peeked down to watch as you reacted to him, from the way your face twitched in pleasure to the way your body moved against his was to put simply, euphoric. 
“There’s my beautiful girl, moan for me, baby~” Bakugo held no resentments in showering you with compliments, adding a little razzle-dazzle to the experience between you two. While some were straight-up dirty some were wholesome. The scale of how Bakugo went along with making you feel better and loved almost made you tear up once again. You swallowed the tears more for your own fear of shedding emotion and not wanting to ruin the mood again.
But that wasn’t the case.
Once Bakugo noticed your tear-stained cheeks, admittedly his heart did squeeze. He gave you a promise that he loves as he slowed his thrusts just for you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks and give you a passionate kiss on the lips. He didn’t try to make it steamy or long, nor did he pull away to hear you say the same words back. He just wanted you to feel loved and desired in that very moment his words reached far behind the sensual confines of the bed you both sometimes shared.
So you let your feelings out. 
This time it was from the overwhelming love you held for your longtime boyfriend.
He kissed away and rubbed your cheeks as he left you to cling onto him. He set his pace to one he knew you loved, doing nothing more than pleasuring you and helping you move along to your orgasm. His lips littered your exposed collarbones, shoulders, neck, chest -- anywhere he could appropriately reach and where he could find. He kissed the characteristic and lovely blemishes on your skin, the reappearing and disappearing stretch marks he loved to caress late at night, and the old hickies left by your one and only~ He made sure to give you his all.
Your hands interlocked with his as you announced you were close, eyes watching up into him as his hips stuttered to meet your climax as well. He allowed himself to adjust to comfort without restraints. He sat deep in you as you released on his cock, your soft pants leaving your chest. He mutters another “I love you” to you for another good measure, kissing up to your neck and nipping your earlobe and sucking on it. He held you in his arms till you were done, carefully pulling away and pulling out, cussing lightly under his breath as he admired you. 
“Shit… you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” He asks with slight worry, his cheeks tinting red again when you left your hands to cup his cheeks instead this time. You smiled up at him once he focused on you, thumbs softly rubbing the soft and warm skin of his attractive face.
“I’m okay. Thank you, Katsuki…” He pulls you into another hug, his arms holding onto you so tight that you believed that he wouldn't let go no matter what. “I-I love you too.”
You felt safe. 
Being on your own and not in the comfort of your home was scary on its own. But, with the added support of your boyfriend never made you pull away from loving yourself. You hadn’t expected to meet Bakugo or elope with him after his era of horrid behavior back in junior secondary school. You giggle to yourself as you think about old Bakugo and how much he’s changed, gaining a confused look from him.
“What’s so funny, brat?” He asks playfully, his hand coming up to flick your forehead. You whine at the feeling, still smiling anyways. 
“You’ve changed a lot, Katsuki.” You answer with just as much lightness, thanking him when he brings back a towel for you both to get cleaned up. “It’s honestly endearing if you ask me~”
“Save it for dinner.” He mumbles back, cheeks hot with embarrassment as you compliment his character development over the years. He gets off the bed and holds your hands to get you up, giving the same spot on your forehead a gentle kiss to somewhat “soothe” it. 
“Change into something comfortable, I have to show you something that will blow your fuckin’ socks off.” He grins as he pulls away. He get to changing into the settings attire from the few draws you let him borrow for his clothes, shooing you away and giving your butt a playful smack once you leave and smirking at your yelp. 
You pout rubbing your butt and go to your closet to pick out something this time around, deciding the leading choice for the outfit would be another one of his at-home hoodies that you wore out when you wanted him most. “May I ask where-”
“Of course not.” He answers before you can finish, peeking back at you once you dressed already, smiling softly as he hops up. “Just wear something that you can get dirty in. We’re going to make some unforgettable memories~”
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gaillol-13 · 3 years
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ITTHIGSS AU
Cartoon encounter.
Part 3 of this (part 2) Swear warning!
*sigh* "it just doesn't make any sense!"
I've been trying to figure out who that guy is for a while now, ever since I got home from the interview today. It just seemed like something out of a horror film, I don't understand. And they sounded so much like...no. I sat down for a moment to look at the pictures I took, and tried to recall what happened in the room with the tv (and the closet).
"Ok, so blood was coming out of the Tv," I spoke "I heard the killer walking towards me, with their arms out to grab me. They're voice sounded static-like, they were humming the Captoon's theme song. And then one of the police officers went in the room, the humming stopped, I looked in the closet but they were gone...they..."
I sighed.
"They sounded so much like Benjamin, like, identical, the only difference is the static. But, he's been dead for almost a year now, it just doesn't make any sense..."
"Beb-beeep, beb-beeeeep!!! Movement detected!!!"
What?! Theres someone trying to get in the house? I immediately check the security cameras but find no one there. The only evidence is the broken steel doors and a note, I zoomed in on it to get a closer look at what it said, I turned pale.
"Bonjournie~ Mr.Melvin :)"
That's what the note said, and the paper had the same static texture as the hammer piece I had.
The same person who killed those criminals is here, and I'm next.
"MOTHER FUCKER!!!" I screamed, "Why? Why me?! Why is this guy targeting me?! Of course, its because I know too much, I should have just kept quiet, I should have just said they committed suicide, that would have made more sense than a cannibalistic cartoon-loving prick by slaughtering them with nooses and a fucking rubber hammer!!! But noooo! I have to open my big mouth and now this fucker's gonna kill me!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!!"
I tried my best to calm down, it's not easy to think if I'm going into my dinosaur brain. Okay, everything is going to be fine, he must have a weakness, everybody has one. I have lots of inventions that could be good in the situation I'm in, I just gotta think of a plan. Think Melvin think, if I were a cannibal who loves captoon, what would be my weakness?
Hmm... I looked around my room, I spotted one a bottle of paint thinner, huh. I saw this in a game once, thinner can dissolve paint, which is what cartoon characters are made out of. I thought for a moment.
He likes the Captoon cartoon, and George and Harold made that cartoon. So if I'm gonna get this guy, (I cant believe I'm about to say this) I gotta think like George and harold.
Aww hell with it!
I grabbed the thinner bottle and loaded it in a spray gun, its ridiculous, but it's my best shot. And who knows, maybe some of the robot guards took care of him already.
*THUD!!*
"OW! @%#$!!!!"
What was that?! I mean, it was obviously a cry out in pain coming from downstairs (the living room to be exact), but AFTER it sounded like a beeping sound butchered by radio static. But that didn't matter now, the fact is that this guy is in my house, I have a plan (sort of), and I'm ready for whatever is down there.
I grabbed my flashlight and slowly made my way downstairs, he could be anywhere. I turned the lights in the hallway on, no one was there though. I looked in the kitchen, as expected, the fridge was open and most of the food in there was gone, and all of the leftover guac had vanished (THAT really caused a shiver to go down my spine). When I got close to the living room, I heard a noise, or more specifically, music.
I went in the living room to find the TV playing the Captoon theme song, huh. Guess I was right about him liking that, I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
T h e m u s i c d i d n ' t s t o p .
Almost paralyzed with fear, I pressed the off button again, still playing, pressed it again, still going. No matter how many times I pressed it, the music kept playing. It only took me one second to realize the music was coming from behind me...along with that same feeling I had back at the abandoned school...
Oh no...
Before I could turn around, I felt something wrap around me, I looked down, I saw an arm.
Yeah, that's right, an arm was wrapping around my torso. How did I know it was an arm, at the end of it there was a gloved hand, gloved...it sorta gave me rubberhose cartoon vibes. Come to think of it, the arm was fully white like a rubberhose, I would have thought about it more I wasn't in peril.
"AAA-MMF!!!" I tried to scream, but the hand covered my mouth in an instant. The arm was fully wrapped around me now, only leaving my head uncovered.
I kicked and squirmed around trying to escape, no dice. The arm slowly turned me around, I soon realized that the arm was waaayyy longer than I previously thought. It stretched all the way to the far side of the hallway where there was nothing but darkness, nothing except...two...eyes...staring at me.
These weren't normal dot eyes, hohooohh nooo! These had the pupils and the sclera!!! And they were huge!! Who was this guy? No, scratch that. WHAT was this guy?! Forgive me for being Captain Obvious here, but there no fucking way this...thing is human!!
He was walking towards me, I squeezed my eyes shut, shit, I'm fucked. I'm going to be food, I could already see the headlines. "Class S Melvin sneedly (aka the smartest and sexiest man alive) becomes human Foie Gras to rubberhose monster". This is my end!!!
Then he (or it, I don't even know anymore) spoke.
"Shhhh, calm down."
What? Calm down?! I opened my eyes, he was still walking towards me, his eyes still the only things I could see. They looked...guilty.
"I know your scared right now." He continued
"Mmff mfm mff!!" I muffled sarcastically, it roughly translated to "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!", and he knew it. As he became more and more visible, I froze.
The clothes...
The body figure...
The toupee...
He was a spitting image of Benjamin, except the eyes I mentioned earlier (which now revealed that he had pie-slice pupils). And there was no color, only shades of white (his skin), grey, and black...I was filled with shock...which then shifted to seething anger.
What right does this asshole have to impersonate MY boss?! NONE!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! I kicked at him furiously while delivering muffled screeching. Who the hell does he think he is?!
"Melvin please calm down-OW!"
I bit his gloved hand, he's NOT gonna tell me what to do.
"DONT "MELVIN" ME!!" I screamed "YOU CANT JUST WALTZ IN HERE THINKING I'LL LISTEN TO YOU, ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CRIMINALS YOU VILE POMPOUS CANNIBALISTIC PRICK!!! WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO EVEN BE?! WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE BENJAMIN?! AND WHATS YOU LAST MEAL REQUEST CUZ OOOOOHHH DEAR SWEET DAV PILKEY AM I GONNA REPORT YOUR ASS!!!"
He gave gave me a look that was a combination of surprise, pity, scared, and impressed.
"Gosh," I heard him mutter under his static breath "that last bit kinda rhymed..".
How is this happening, when did I become prisoner of a cartoon monstrosity. Why, how. This doesn't-...then it clicked.
"This is a dream."
"Wha?"
It's the only reasonable explanation.
"This isnt real, of course. What was I thinking."
I breathe the sigh of relief, phew.
"Why else would you look like Benjamin, it's obvious my subconscious is missing him, and the reason why your a cartoon is because I've been watching captoon too much. And why are you after me? Because it's just my subconscious being guilty of Benjamin's death, like I felt responsible, like I was supposed to be there with him when it happened. It all makes sense!!"
The behemoth rolled his eyes, but that didn't matter. What matters is that this isnt real, it's just a horrible nightmare. I dont know when I fell asleep (probably when I passed out stress-eating all those croissants at the interview), but either way I'm glad that it will be over---
"OW!!!"
I felt something sharp jab me in the arm, I looked to see his gloved hand, only a little different. The pointer finger was longer and the tip was pointy, sorta like and overgrown fingernail. Either way, it hurt, and he was still there, this wasn't a dream, it was real life.
"Real enough for ya?" All I could do was nod as I watched the finger retract and return to its proper form and shape, then I heard him sigh.
"Look, they're going to search the abandoned school so I need a place to stay-" I cut him off. "Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't call the authorities."
"Cuz they would never believe you."
I opened my mouth to protest, but then i thought for a moment. He was right, they wouldn't. There was a saying in the book Our Lord Dav, where he quoted "people can be too smart for their own good" which ment if someone was too smart, they would become insane. The police might think just that if I tell them theres a living cartoon in my house.
"Please," I looked back up at him. Seeing his sad, pleading face. "I just need to hide hear for a bit, just a lil bit. I know I'm the last guy you wanna trust right now, especially after last night. But...*sigh*... I REALLY need your help...just let me stay."
I was speechless, I was starting to doubt that this was the same person that killed those criminals. His expression seemed so...bonafide. Pupils dilated to a sorrow filled manner, lips trembling, it felt like the equivalent of looking at a sad puppy. But...how do I know I should trust him.
"Your not gonna kill me?"
"Of course not!!!" He protested, by now the arm he had wrapped around me was retracted back to him, but I really wasn't paying attention. "I'm not a monster!!!"
Not a monster? My eyes narrowed.
He then rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously, "I guess I am if you define a monster as a creature that defies the laws of physics and nature, heh. But I'm talking about one that's heartless, ruthless, and selfish."
His eyes then darted away and his face suddenly became sour. His tone changed completely.
"Like the @*#%$, Theodore..."
Theres only one person I know who could sound and act like that when the subject was Ted murdsly...
I threw myself at him in an embrace, eyes filled with tears...
"You are Benjamin..."
I was both in shock and joy. I couldn't believe my boss was alive...I started sobbing.
"I miss you so much..."
I felt him hug me back.
"Heh, miss ya too Mel. It's been very lonely, even with him around, it's nice to see an old friend again..."
I started crying into his shoulder, I was so relieved. For one, I now know that I'm not gonna be dinner. Two, the others will be thrilled to hear that their favorite grumpy boss is back (especially her. If you catch my drift). But I thought for a moment...
"What do you mean by "even with him around"?"
He then lead me to a chair, "sit down, and let me tell you how I'm alive."
So he told me...and dear dav is it a doozy.
So after Benjamin died, George and harold were starting the Captoon cartoons, they had the help of dressy. But in the making of the first tape reel of season 1, dressy sprinkled some dust on it, making Captoon sentient. Then the boys took it to Benjamin's gravestone, and placed it there. Then lightning struck the tape and it started to melt, along with the world in it.
In major pain, Captoon got out of the tape and into Benjamin's corpse, sort of merging with it. Another lightning struck the same spot again. And since dead people come back to life when they get zapped with electricity in cartoons, thats exactly what happened to Benjamin.
He wakes up, they meet, he tells him how he died (turns out it wasn't an accident), and Captoon gets an idea. Since he needs a physical body to stay in (cuz otherwise he would melt and die), and Benjamin needs Captoon's cartoon physiques to stay alive, they become one. Becoming Krupptoon.
It finally made sense now.
"So now you know." Krupptoon said, then grabbed a nearby glass and drunk from it. Then he noticed my mind-blown expression.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, it's just...alot to take in. Does that mean your dead body is still in you?"
"Uh-huh, wanna see?"
Intrigued, I nodded, after what I saw last night, this wont really effect me. Then his head began to shift, the white static-like skin seemed to dissolve. Revealing a pale, bloody, and very very dead head.
The left side (his left side) of the head had the skull smashed open showing that parts of the brain were missing, and pretty much almost all of the left side (again, his left) of the head looked like it was demolished from impact.
His eye (on his right) looked lifeless, yet it had a distinct green glow, don't know why. Oh yeah, and it smelled, it smelled repulsive.
I felt the urge to puke which he immediately took notice of and grabbed a nearby bucket, then he gave it to me.
5 minutes and 43 seconds of vomiting later... I looked at him for a closer inspection.
"Hmm, it seems only the left side is affected."
He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a magnifying glass and handed it to me. I then used it.
"Your frontal lobe is severely injured, that would explain why you only move in rubberhose, your Broca's Area seems fine. Same with the Sensory area and Parietal lobe. Your Temporal lobe looks pretty damaged..."
I went quiet...
"Whats wrong?" He said that with his decayed mouth barely moving.
It took me a while to try to get the words out.
"T-thats the lobe that contains memories. Benjamin...do you remember anything?"
His face fell, "Oh,". He then put his hand on his chin, "Well, I remember you, and George and harold. Ted (though I wish I didn't), my identity, how I died...". He then plopped down on the ground, his face returning to its cartoony appearance. Trying to recall, then his eyes lit up. "I...remember Edith..."
And boy what happened next was quite a site. His hand dropped to the side, a shade of gray crept up his face, hearts started floating around him, and I swear I could hear a romantic saxophone playing. I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing.
"What?" He turned his attention to me, I simply pointed upwards at the hearts floating around. His eyes went wide and he made a noise that can only be defined as a startled dog and immediately started shooing them away with his arms, his face now flashing dark grey and white in embarrassment.
"I-ITS NOT LIKE THAT!!" He yelped in a panicked tone, but I knew otherwise.
"Oh suuuuure~!" I said playfully, "Its not like you visit her in the lunchroom every day,or that you give her extra credit, or that you try to make her food everyday!"
With every example I said, he got grayer and grayer. So I kept going.
"Or that you hide a bunch of gifts around her office, or that you're always happy when she's around 24/7, or that you secretly write about how much you want to be with her forever in your journal!"
"HOW DID YOU GET MY JOURNAL?!?!" He started shrieking and becoming a charcoal grey, sweating, and flustered mess. And it was hilarious! And it lasted a good 5 minutes.
"Joking aside, you REALLY don't remember anything else, like your job?"
"I have a job?" He cocked his head and gave me a confused look.
"Nevermind." I decided it was nothing to worry about now, so I quickly dismissed that subject. Then I heard him sigh again.
"The main reason I came here is for your help, your help to kill crime."
I was confused, "why would you need my help, you have the ability to do it on your own."
He gave me a classic Captoon smile, "Because it's like I said in the cartoons" he stood up and did the pose, "it's more fun to bring justice with friends!". He then pulled me up off the chair and put his gloved hands on my shoulders.
"You, me, George and harold, and the others can stop evil in its tracks! Sure, I could do it alone. But what the heck is living if you don't do it with your chums! Buds! Home slices! Homies! Pals! Bros! ETC!!!"
Honestly, I was very moved. I usually dont get touched, but...I haven't felt like I had friends, at all (I always felt so alone). And the fact that my boss (who's also Captoon himself) considers me as a good friend is enough to make me emotional.
"So Melvin Sneedly!!! Are you gonna join this crazy but exciting ride of adventure and mystery with me?!"
"Y-YES!!!" My voice cracked a bit, but that didn't matter now.
"ALRIGHTY!!! THEN WE'LL START TOMORROW!!! BECAUSE IM TIRED!!"
Man, he said that Captoon only moved their body, but THAT moment had to disagree. I sas honestly thrilled to start working with a superhero...but then the moment took a different direction when he gave me a smug look.
"Now what did you mean by you watching that Captoon cartoon too much?"
"Now wait just a minute-"
He then laughed and patted me on the back "ight, see ya tomorrow."
I headed towards upstairs to my room "goodnight."
I didn't know what I was getting into, but whatever it was, for once I'm ready for anything!!!
End of fic
Whooooo! That took a while, but it was worth it. Now with the introductions out of the way, I can finally make some memes!
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sassaetcie · 3 years
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The Ashes of the Oven : Silver x Idia as a play with Lilia as the main actor - 3 (end)
yeaaaah i’ve over ;_;
                                                     Scene VII
LILIA: So, Silver rather than my child, will you save your, if not own prince, beloved?
SILVER: You have to take responsibilities, don't you? I'm at loss of words that could express how much I want to scream and punch you, as much as I... respect you.
TREY: Well, better do like everyone else and wait for Idia to... calm down before punching this...  asshole. Especially since Mr Vargas is getting everyone out to fetch the staff...
CATER: Which means we have either until they get back or just to hold the place until they get back, eeeh~.
TREY: That's the spirit, haha.
LILIA: So, Silver, will you join our cause? Idia seems rather wrathful. Who knows when will he unleash his anguish and despair?
SILVER: Why do you act as if you were the good one when you're the fucking reason he lost it in the first place? But yes... I guess it's not... like I have any other option.
IDIA: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to change anything. It's no use... I'm cursed. This whole family is cursed, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'M SORRY. Did you lose a lot of time because of me? Did you feel bad because of me? Did you lie to me because you pitied me? Out of kindness, I guess. You're too pure but you could never like someone like me, right? Or maybe I'm not that bad. But I'm a SHROUD. You see? The blue flames won't stop. They won't stop. There's no water that can help them. No water can help me. I'm just flames. Flames are just me. Oh, you know what? Flames are just flames. This is just a fucking crown. Just a fucking crown.
SILVER: Hey... don't say that. Come on. You can cool them down, I know that. You can...
IDIA: Just go away. You don't need me. No one should need me, actually, right? I'm just a curse. There's no such thing as "Idia Shroud". There is Idia. And there is the Shroud. That's fucking all. Just go away. I can keep on dreaming. I can keep on dreaming. I can keep on dreaming. I can keep on dreaming. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away.
LILIA: Sir Idia, please think about it. Silver did not reject you, did he? Do not think too much about it, there is no such thing as a curse as long as you can think by yourself. There is, no such thing as Fortune or Curses. There may be some kind of Fate, but this is the Fortune and Curses entertwined of Pain.
IDIA: Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up! Who are you, huuuuuuh? Do you think you can withstand what I'm going through and saying "hey there's no such thing as a curse"? Shut the fuck up! You know fucking nothing! You kept on using flames. But Trey told you, right? He did TELL YOU? That flames hurt me. I hate them so much. People always told me that my hair was weird. I should have drown myself. Maybe they would have shut the fuck up. I'm sorry, Silver. I'm so sorry. I want to fucking kill your father. I'm sorry. It's his fault, right? I could have kept on DAYDREAMING. But I didn't... I couldn't... Because of him. That's your fault. I mean, it's not my fault if I kill you, right? That's not my fault, right? Right?
TREY: Hey, Idia... it's okay. We can talk about it, okay? We can also punch Lilia, if you want to. Because he really acted... not like a 3rd year should.
CATER: Yes! Please tell us something you want to do, Idia. We can do it together, really~! Everything's going to be alright... I swear~!
IDIA: Shut up. Shut up. Silver, go away. The flames want to swallow. I'm tired.
CATER: Think of Ortho, Idia! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean! But think of Ortho, he won't be happy if he sees you like this...~!
IDIA: Eeeeeh? Guiltripping me? You're fucking pathetic. I'm better at guiltripping myself than you'll ever be, fucker.
TREY: Cater! Dodge!
CATER: Eeeeh! The flames are surrounding us, now?!
TREY: F... lip! I'm the only one who uses water instead of ice...
LILIA: Do not fear, young ones. If it were to get dangerous, I shall make these flames disappear, but I cannot tell how exactly will it end.
CATER: "Dangerous"?! We're surrounded by flames and Idia has lost it?!
IDIA: You're right, it's going to take too much time... I shouldn't rely on these flames... These cables should be good.
CATER: Lilia pleaaaaaase~!!!! He's trying to squeeze us with cables!!
TREY: Squeeze? More like choking.
CATER: PLEASE DON'T GO ON MAKING THE SITUATION WORSE, TRIEEEEE~!
SILVER: Watch OUT!
                                                       Scene VIII
SILVER: Is everyone alright?
TREY: Well, somehow... yes.
CATER: Y-yeah, as alright as someone who is currently under death threats can be! Tehehe~! I'm fucking going to cry.
SILVER: Save your tears for later... The cables are at it again. Care to use your unique magic, Cater?
CATER: Yes! I can do that at least, I guess~. Want me to run until his cables wrap him up or something?
TREY: It won't work. Pretty sure Idia will...
IDIA: THINKING I'M SO LOW-RANK BOSS? I WON'T GET CAUGHT BY SOMETHING THAT CLICHE!
TREY: Hey, Cater, are you alright?!
LILIA: Well, these cables sure look... harmful indeed.
SILVER: Cater, you're still in it? Or should I slap you?
CATER: I'm going to use it, okay? Just make sure I-I don't get whipped again... It hurts... and I don't want my pretty face to be ruined eeeeeh~!
SILVER: Care to give me a sword, old man? I'm not sure my magic will be enough... I'd rather have something I can attack with while protecting myself.
LILIA: Of course, my child, of course. This sword might as well be the only needle of the Compass we have been seeking all of these years. I am fairly certain the blade will reach him better than flickering butterflies of a magic he knows too well for sure. Take this sword, my child.
TREY: Wait, is your unique magic to make items appear out of nowhere...?
LILIA: Fufufu. Who can tell? Now, go and fly, my child. Break down Fortune and Curses.
CATER: I'm ready to go!
TREY: Can I help with something?
LILIA: Well, pray extinguish these flames before they make us suffocate.
TREY: Didn't you say something about
LILIA: Absolutely nothing! I am but an innocent young man, ain't I? I may overwork myself by using that much magic after summoning something...
TREY: Alright, alright... I swear you'll owe us a lot, Lilia... haha...
IDIA: OH? Multiplying even when I told you that you won't get me like some kind of cheap boss? Keep on insulting me, come on! That'll only make me right in killing you! Are these flames protecting me in the end? Ahaha...
SILVER: Idia, I don't want to hurt you.
IDIA: You think I do? You really think I would like to hurt you after spending so much time pining over you and thinking of you holding my hand and telling me I wasn't just a pack of cursed flames fated to repeat my parents' stupidity and greed and just being a fucking bastard? You really think so?
SILVER: No! I'm sure you don't want to hurt me... either. But I want to make sure you understand me. Because it's so hard for both of us to understand what's going on in the other's head, right? So I'll be clear with you. I love you. I care about you.
IDIA: Hahaha! So do I, so do I!
CATER: Am I just going to keep on running the whole day while these two live a sweet love story~?!
LILIA: Pray keep on running, young one. I will foster some little things to help you... live more comfortably after this.
CATER: You better! His cables sure are getting faster and faster...!
SILVER: Idia! Listen to me. I don't think that... your flames are ugly or unsightly or harmful in the end. I've already told you, right? I think your flames... are not true flames.
IDIA: OF COURSE THEY ARE TRUE FLAMES! YOU CAN SEE THEM ON THE VERGE OF BURNING EVERYONE! JUST STOP LYING TO ME LIKE THIS AHAHAHA... haha...
SILVER: No! I mean it...! Your flames feel warm but never too hot... they just... feel as if I were... at home!
IDIA: At home?! YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE! AT LEAST TRY TO HAVE SOME GOOD LIES! No... You're too pure for that, right? You're too pitch perfect... Please just go away. You don't... have to save me, you know? You'll lose time. Whatever! Whatever! Whatever... Whatever.
SILVER: I think that these flames dont have to be Shroud. They just can be ashes from true flames, you know? I don't know if it makes sense, but... you can understand, right? You're not the flames anymore. You're the ashes of the oven.
IDIA: The ashes of the
LILIA: Silver! Free him!
IDIA: Oh so it really was... you were possessed too all along, huh? FINE! I'll just... I'll just free you as well! All of you can burn but first... I'll make sure no one can do to you what my parents did to me!
SILVER: Yes... Give me all of these cables... they aren't you!
                                                      Scene IX
IDIA: What the
SILVER: Why do you think the old man dared to say something like this when I was being honest?! I cut all of these cables that you think could kill me as one!
IDIA: So you did plan to harm me. Haha. Hahahahahahahahaah... I... why? Why? I... Why would you? Hahahahahahaahhahaahaha...!
SILVER: Your flames are the ashes of the oven. Because Idia Shroud is not made of red, orange, yellow flames. Look, I can even touch them.
IDIA: Don't! DON'T! I don't want you... to! It'll hurt you?! It's a curse...!
SILVER: Look. Lilia, Cater and Trey can go through them too. Want to see?
IDIA: Don't go... Don't go through them! Please...
SILVER: I thought you wanted to kill us...
IDIA: I just... I'm just tired, fuck... I don't even have enough energy to keep on being angry. Guess that's what I get for spending all of my perks in intellect, lol. Twas unfair to fight me with 3 people and 1²... like what the fuck did you expect, pfff...
LILIA: Silver, reach out to him, if you will. He is about to collapse, very likely.
SILVER: Is that so?
IDIA: C'm'on I can still stand... I know everyone thinks I'm a wimp or whatever but dancing games truly built my stamina, 'k?
TREY: Don't push yourself too much, though... You've just... overblotted, you know...? And just went back to your senses as if nothing happened.
LILIA: Well, as much as you try to hide again your weaknesses, you will fall now.
IDIA: Hey, what the
SILVER: Yep, just in my arms. As expected.
CATER: Heeeey~... Did everything go as planned? Idia looks all blushy in Silver's arms~. All's well that ends well, I guess?
LILIA: Indeed, indeed, everything went as planned, or at least, the best ending did happened.
TREY: I don't mean to be condescending even as a third year, but maybe you shouldn't say these... kind of things in front of all of us for a while, you know...? Just saying that as a... friend.
SILVER: Please, old... Lilia. Do not speak for a while.
LILIA: Oh? Is it possible that you are furious?
SILVER: I still want to punch you several times for what you've done to Idia.
LILIA: Mhhh... Even though you do know it would bring quite the trouble upon both you and Idia if it were to happen.
TREY: I think most of us really want to punch you, actually.
CATER: Yup~! I'm sure even Idia wants to slap Lilie right now~.
IDIA: Would throw a fucking flare his way.
LILIA: Well, it is my duty as an adult... no, as a young blooming man, to apologize for my mistakes and lurking patronage. I wholeheartdly bow and ask for your pardon, for I have been too arrogant. It is my duty to acknowledge my own mistake, and beware of my own failure. For a healthy future, without any ghastly, ghostly, Compass. Pray ask me something, I will try to make for my hasty decision.
TREY: We'll discuss this over a cake and fine cutlery, okay? We'll be at peace a bit, and we should be able to spend a long time around the cake.
CATER: Yeaah~ Let's do as Trie tells us to~! He's so good to solve problems when they already happened, ehe~.
TREY: I'm trying to learn, yeah...
LILIA: Good! It is quite the good thing, young lad! Never stop learning, even when it comes to food. Those rotten foods are not that bad once you are used to it.
IDIA: I'd rather not eat them, thaaaaanks... Oh... wait. WAIT. DID THE WHOLE CLASS SEE ME GOING APESHIT AND ALL???
Cater: Yes they did~! But don't worry, they ran off immediatly. Nobody has taken a pic of you, even I. Didn't have the time anyway~.
IDIA: Ehh... Nice, I guess... Could have been worse... Neutral end, I guess, heh...
TREY: Hmm, Cater, can you come with me? Let's prepare the cake and all for our little... conversation with Lilia.
CATER: Yee~ I'm following you~!
LILIA: I will be on my way to clean the mess I have quite triggered in the coliseum. Pray take your time to join Cater and Trey... or run if you want. You have quite the free will, don't you?
Cater, Trey and Lilia leave.
SILVER: So... everything's alright, now? I hope you do feel better?
IDIA: Yeah, kinda. You h-h-hold me... dearly... kinda? You know? Not like I'm some kind of careful-to-handle-item nor just... a friend. There's a mix of both, y'know?
SILVER: Well, you are the soft ashes of the hearthfire I can sleep by.
IDIA: Huuuuh! That's like!!! Such a flirty and cool but dumb line?! How can you say something like that and not even blink... Would like to say you're a NPC but... Didn't really expect you to save me... IRL. Guess that the Higurashi choice in Minagoroshi with no incidence really was the same... Sometimes it's not just up to me to chose what's going, and yet other people can reallyyyy act on their own, huh?
SILVER: Mhhh mh.
                                                     Scene X
LILIA: Well, here I am bowing for you, whether you are my young lads, or young lads of somewhere else, far away perhaps, if this Word holds any meaning. Am I lying? Have I lied? I do not know. For, what is a lie, what is the truth? Well, quite the simple answer, in the end. But the world might be bigger, and might not be the World. No Compass can guide us on its own... It might exist, perhaps broken. No direction can be named, the name cannot be named, the named cannot be name. Then maybe we, you, them, have to repair, fix, help it. Holding hands until they reach the Compass. For, it is quite easy to destroy oneself. Few attain serenity, but I pray you will if the path of the hermit suits you. After all, it may be worse for some to be surrounded. However, pray, never forget that, if you want to be to around to seek warm and truth, or if you want to meditate for your own warm and truth, you will reach the Compass equally. Probably, fufu. Words may be lies, lies may be words, and both may hide what you seek, but deep down, you will know if you can keep on going. Fortune is a huge lie too, don't you think so? How much events lead to such a limited pattern of choices for you? Political choices made thousand of years made this "Fortune" true. But even while knowing this I, still have to work, young one. Do not worry. Wars did not make me give up, but indeed I may be seeking entertainement and forgettance from a peaceful world. I know that for sure. I am not the only one acting, playing, breathing. And you are, not alone on your path, either.
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kvltprince · 5 years
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I was tagged by the lovely @leporidaefluff (Thank you! it was the push i needed to get started on this instead of just going oh~ neat~!)
Rules:
1. Choose an OC.
2. Answer them as that OC.
3. Tag 5 people to do the same. Sorry if anyone has already been tagged, no obligation. @ heathie on whatever acct cos im a dumbass an i miss your bois(you miss em too), @randomwordsandstormydays, @randomfuzzbunny, @jornaquinn @chrysocolladawn ( @somewhere-withoutyou if you would...) and anyone else who would enjoy doing this. (if i get tagged again ill do anther oc. i would tag a few others but i feel weird tagging ppl i dont like ever talk to lol.)
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What is your name?
"Lucy Grandchester, yeah that one.” 
How old are you?
“Fourty-five unless you are getting nitpicky about cryostasis. That doesn’t count unless I am joking with a ghoul, honestly.”
What do you look like?
He lets out a small half chuckle, "Oh, we are doing this okay. I’ll bite. Slightly short middle aged punk, long greying curly hair, undercut, with one leg and too many tattoos?”
Where are you from? Where do you live now?
Lucy uncomfortably takes down his hair and redoes his messy bun while sighing and becoming a bit short. “I’m from just the other side of that irradiated water near that gas station south of here. Name kinda gives it away. You have seen it? I honestly am not sure how it’s standing still between the bombs and everything else. It’s looked after now, and is a surprise asset to still have. I lived in Boston for a while after all that, and back in this area once Nuka World was opened, then back in the Boston area, and would you look at that I am back in Nuka World and it is a lot more comfortable now.”
What was your childhood like?
"...Unstable, for everyone. It got a bit better once my parents were dead... are we done with this line of questions? Or am I excusing you?”
What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?
“Well, I started out trying to play nicely vaguely with anyone that didn’t try to shoot me first. That.... hasn’t stayed how it is. At least not fully, though i generally play nice until I am given a reason not to. I am friendly with the Disciples, the Operators, several of the Children of Atom groups that haven't irradiated their sense out of their heads yet, the Railroad.”
Tell me about your best friend.
He finally visibly relaxes the rest of the way after that history business, and takes a drink of a quantum. “Oh only one best friend? Are we in high school again? aw Alright. We have some parallel histories.” He swirls the glowing drink, but doesn't let himself get lost in his head too far. “Great humor, puts up with my shit somehow, doesn't blow my sneaking. Laugh that could take on the world even though they probably wouldn't. No I am not spoiling who I decided on. A man has to have some secrets somewhere and mine are in short supply”
Do you have a family? Tell me about them!
“My son Shaun never ceases to surprise me with what he can come up with, and how well adjusted he is. Codsworth is still helping out with the household, and helping keep Shaun from disassembling live turrets while I am away, though now he is living here at Fizztop with us. Surprisingly it seems to be an alright setup, and Shaun has taught a few people some upgrades in their downtime. There is enough room to keep things comfortable, and I have done some park remodeling since I arrived. My closest companions that don’t hate my choices I have made I consider family, but that has become a smaller circle than before.”
What about a partner or partners?
“Gage of course, he is my husband for whatever it is worth in the wasteland. Otherwise I suppose that depends how you are defining that. I am an affectionate person and some people seem to have rather strict definitions of where the edge of friend and partner should be”
Who are your enemies, and why?
“Several people aren’t speaking to me very well at best after I have settled into the Overboss seat here, on a personal level. The Pack were wiped out. The Brotherhood were wiped out. The Institute were wiped out. The minutemen are pretty pissed understandably. The Gunners still show up in vertibirds sometimes and are still pretty fun target practice. My settlements are generally comfortable, and my outposts mostly only have problems with gunners or trappers. Minor annoyances.”
Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?
“Yeah, of course. I think they got too headstrong for their flightsuits. I mean I understand but you really can’t do that shit and expect no repercussions. It was quite a firework show honestly, I wonder how far away the heat was felt..”
What about The Enclave?
"I don’t know much about them, only one of their ex-soldiers, he didn’t exactly tell me much. Cute, a bit odd. Not sure if it is the radiation that did that or not.”
How do you feel about Super Mutants?
He has a flash of a pensive thought drift across his face “There’s a few that aren’t so bad. Obviously the FEV isn’t mass-curable though, so not exactly much of a choice what to do about them unless you like getting a rocket launcher or a nuke in your face.”
What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?
“Proobably~ around Bunker Hill, It was just, A Lot. That whole time was not just the specific fight. I don’t remember a lot of it, I’m pretty sure Gage half dragged me home after the main running around and meetings after the fight. I don’t think I had a full thought for a while.”
Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?
He thumb points to a sniper rifle leaning against the wall “Yeah, too often, thankfully usually I see them first, and I’ve gotten the sneaking thing down. They make pretty good steaks.”
Do you like fighting?
“Sometimes, honestly. Something tired and overstated about old habits or something boring. Really though, it is exciting and keeps the boredom away. Playfighting and sparring will do, no need to draw blood. I guess. Good to keep knife and sneaking skills sharp however you can.”
What’s your weapon of choice?
“A modded real sharp Throatslicer she called it, I swear Nisha found this thing in the loading dock or something it is the nicest box-cutter I have ever owned. Opens up anything.”
How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)
“Outlive everything around me usually by not being seen, notice it first, shoot it faster, stab it more, talk my way out of it, or by luck. I have zero real idea, but I can eat nearly anything and I bet that helps too.”
Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?
"Of course, there are a bunch, and I was ushered into 111 to turn my life upside down. They seem to only be any good for salvage, horror stories, clean water sometimes, and if you are real lucky a trade post and a shave. I have a settlement vault that is doing well that I have taken over and built up, but that is not Vault-Tec related, obviously.”
How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?
“I have a few recipes that are good for radiation, though it doesn't affect me very badly overall and I am slow to feel any sickness. I suspect that one day I will turn into a ghoul.” He is rather matter of fact and unbothered by this, and hints that he knows that not getting sick much from radiation means just that.
What’s your favorite wasteland critter?
“Probably the stags and gazelles and other herd animals. They are overall unchanged other than most have two heads now, they are still nice to watch”
What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?
“Honestly? radscorpions? Those fuckers are too quick and you cant shoot them cos they tunnel and they knock you on your ass and poison you and just UGH”
How do you feel about robots?
"Robots are alright if they are not causing trouble. Some of them are nice. Jezebel is not so nice, but she is guarding red rocket and bitching the entire time so shes no longer my problem. The Rust Devil’s robots are a pain in my ass for real.”
How many caps do you have on you right now?
"Plenty.”
Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?
He cocks his head slightly “I havent heard that one in a while. Depends on the flavor of Nuka Cola, I do like Sunset Sarsaparilla though, if you have any.”
Do you do chems?
"Not recreationally anymore. No, not because of him.” He nods toward Gage “It just, gets out of hand”
Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?
"Not as often as you would expect, I mean obviously there is the ‘oh i remember when that wasn't destroyed’ of things, but things are more comfortable than I thought they could be”
What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?
His eyes narrow slightly “I don’t really do regret. Things were done the way they were because it was the choice at the time. A choice now for an old situation isn’t helpful to living my current life or my old life. I am not living then, I am living now.” 
What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?
“Surviving all of this, and myself. Creating this strange semi-stability in this post apocalyptic place.”
What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?
“Keep me and mine safe, happy as we can be, and I hope that my found-family never fully stops growing. Curious what the future holds for my raiders and friends, there is so much potential, it could be risky but it is there. For once it is a good solid place to be, and it’s mine.” Lucy polishes off his questionable as hell drink with a smile.
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Chapter 18 The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You (Tedgens)
More slurs, shitty parents, and violence
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He was definitely drunk. Mom was the only one there. I should call her. She probably wouldn't pick up. She's definitely pissed at me. Not that I blame her.
I should go check on her in person. Keith is probably still there. But it's my mom. I need to know she's ok.
I find myself scrounging around the kitchen for something to eat. I feel bad for just leaving like this. He's still asleep and I don't want to wake him just to say bye.
Why is this kitchen so big! I can't find shit. Where the fuck is the cereal. I could just not get breakfast.
"Good morning." Well he's not asleep.
Wow. How do he look that good after just waking up. That's some bullshit.
"Morning." I smile over at him, fully aware that I look like I was just hit by a truck. I don't want to leave without giving him a good explication, but that's a rough conversation.
"Whatcha looking for?" Henry walks closer.
"Something to eat." It's his kitchen he'd know where stuff is.
"Well what do you want to eat?"
Anything? I literally do not care, I'm just hungry.
"I guess cereal." Everyone has cereal right? That seems like a fair request.
Henry opens the drawer next to me. It is filled to the brim with cereal. What kind of Willy Wonka shit is this. Every fucking cereal known to man is in that drawer. What is this house?
"Take your pick." Henry gestures dramatically at the cereals. That adorable dramatic dork.
I guess I'll get some Frosted Flakes. That's always a safe bet. Pretty much zero nutritional value but it's food! Henry grabs a bowl and spoon, and some milk out of the fridge.
"Thank you." I pour out some cereal and eat. The familiar taste of Frosted Flakes, solidly mediocre.
"No problem." He kisses me lightly on the forehead. His lips are so soft, I nearly melt. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."
He exits the kitchen and goes back up the stairs. And I didn't say that I have to leave. Shit. I'll tell him after I finish eating I guess.
Once I finish eating though I can here the shower turn on. I should just go now. I need to check on her. I just don't want to leave Henry.
But mom. I know in my heart that she's fine, but. If anything happened. She's my mom. I need to know that she's ok.
I hear the shower turn off upstairs. I finish up the cereal and put the empty bowl in the sink. I'll just go up there and tell him that I have to leave his awesome weird house, and his warm grasp, to go check on a mother who might not love me for who I am.
She might not love me for who I am. She might not love me anymore. I can accept my father hating me, I haven't seen him and years. He might as well be dead. But Momma... Just because of something as simple as who I'm attracted to. She's my mother.
I have to leave. I'll go say bye to Henry.
I climb up the stairs and into Henry's room. He's standing in the middle of his closet. He seems deep in thought.
"Whatcha looking for?" He startled me this morning, I'm allowed to return the favor.
He starts blushing like craz- he's just wearing a robe. I just walked into his room without even like knocking and making sure THAT HE WAS DRESSED.
Henry makes some flustered sounds.
"Oh sorry I should have knocked." Ok now tell him you have to leave. It's simple. You'll see him at school later.. "So what are you going to wear?"
Nope, that's not at all what I meant to say. You
dumb bitch.
"I-I don't know" Henry stumbles on the words. I definitely should have knocked.
Wow he has a lot of clothes. How does he afford this shit. Like everything is nice.
Henry steps aside, inviting me to help him choose an outfit. I can see why he's having a hard time deciding. His closet could be it's own fucking retail store.
Some checkered jeans catch my eye. Those would look really good on him. Now what else would look good? I have no idea how to choose out of all of these shirts. He'd look good in all of them. That's a nice turtle neck though. Now shoes... ohhh combat boots.
"These pants and this shirt. Combat boots." I pull out the shirt and pants. I gestured to the boots, they're the only combat boots in there but I wanted to be really obvious.
I set the clothes down on his desk. I really hope that it'll look good in him, not that he'd own them if they didn't look good on him.
I leave the room and hop back downstairs. My car clothes aren't very nice. Not that I have really any nice clothes. I throw on the flannel and the jeans. They look the best together out of all my clothes.
What am I still doing he-
Henry runs down the stairs in the outfit I set up for him. Oh wow that turtleneck is tighter than I thought it would be.
"How do I look?" Henry does a little spin. Fuck he's adorable. How is someone that tall, not that he's that much taller than me, have such small person energy.
"You look great."
He really does.
"So do you." Henry winks and walks past me. Mother fucker knows he's adorable, and he's going to use that to kill me. I'm fine with dying like that.
He enters the kitchen. I follow in behind him. He opens a drawer and pulls out a fucking packet of pop tarts. If I had fucking known he had fucking pop tarts.
"What you have pop tarts!" I don't even care that I've already eaten. I am going to fucking inhale some god damn pop tarts. Henry giggles.
"Yup." Henry tosses me a packet of pop tarts. Man it has been so long since I've had these. And they are just as good as I remembered. "Come on we should head to school."
What school? It's like 6:30, school doesn't start till like 8.
"What it's so early." Why the fuck would anyone want to be on campus that early. And I can't go to school now. If I get to school I won't go home.
"Yeah I have a zero period. But I'm sure you could hang out." Of course he has a zero period. Henry looks real awkward. I can tell that he doesn't want me to be alone. That's nice of him, but I can take care of myself.
"No it's fine." Say the thing dumbass, "I should go check in with my mom." Mom is left alone with a definitely drunk Keith, and I'm here. I should have fucking left sooner what am I doing?
"Oh ok yeah." Henry kisses my cheek. I wish I could take him with me, but it's definitely not safe. He'd also be late to his zero period, we can't have Mr. Valedictorian be late.
"See you at school." I wrap my arms around arms waist. This feels right. I kiss him lightly. It's nice to have this little moment of peace.
"See you at school."
We head out the door. I get in my car and drive away from that awesome house and Henry. I can't think about him right now though. There's more important shit going on.
I pull up to my house. Keith's car isn't here. That's a good sign. I done actually know if Mon is home right now. I guess I'm about to find out.
I don't need to fucking knock, it's my house. I walk through the door. All the furniture is thrown about. Shit.
"Mom!" I call out into the house. I honestly don't care if Keith is still here. I want to see him try and step to me. THIS IS MY GOD DAMN HOUSE.
I hear movement from the other room. Well someone's here. That's good. Well, I hope it's good.
My mom bursts through the door of her room. Not a hair on her head is misplaced. She's fine. Oh thank god she's fine.
"I DID NOT RAISE A FAG." She's immediately yelling. "AND HOW FUCKING DARE YOU NOT COME HOME WHEN I TOLD YOU TO."
It's a miracle I didn't come home when I knew this was waiting for me.
"Mom, it was just a little-" I will keep calm. If you fight fire with fire the world would go up in smoke.
"I WILL NOT HAVE A SON WEARING MAKEUP."
"My friend just wanted to-"
"Oh yes let's talk about your friend. The one in the picture right?" She stopped talking but this sickly sweet tone is so much worse. "You were on that boys bed."
Jesus Christ. I don't even... What am I supposed to do? How the fuck can I respond?
"What does it matter?" I will never understand where they are coming from.
"WHAT DOES IT MATTER?"Back to yelling, great. "KEITH. GET OVER HERE."
Shit. He's here. But his car isn't outside. Damnit, I shouldn't have come. I should have just stayed with Henry.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Keith walks up and ignore any personal space that I could have had.
Keith doesn't scare me. He's just a bumbling drunk who spends his time here, instead of anywhere else.
"I could ask you the same question." This is my fucking house and I'm not going to let him bully me out of it.
Before I can realize what's happening, he has his fist cocked back and...
Fuck. The left side of my face sears with pain. Shit. My eye isn't opening.
"DONT EVER TALK TO ME THAT WAY." Likes he's done something to earn my respect. Like I should care about his opinion.
"Fuck you" I am not afraid of him.
A punch to the gut, and my knees give out. Jesus Christ only one punch and I'm down. Pathetic.
Keith steps away seemingly proud of himself. Fucking bastard.
"Get out of my house." Keith turns and takes a step. My house, mother fucker thinks it's his house. THAT FUCKING SON OF A BITCH.
"This is my house." My voice feels gravely. It hurts a little to talk. But I don't fucking care.
Keith turns, he looks furious. Good.
A blinding pain quickly spread throughout my body, from my stomach, where is foot makes contact. Shit. Keith kneels down.
"I will not have a fucking faggot in MY GOD DAMN HOUSE." He screams in my ear. As if I wasn't already in enough pain. He stands and leaves the room.
It's just me and mom. She's ok and that's what matters. He didn't hurt her. She's ok.
The look in her eye heart my heart. She shouldn't have to see me like this.
"Mom..." fuck. It hurts so much to speak. It feels like someone shoved sandpaper down my throat.
But everything is fine. Mom's here. She's my mom, she can't just let this happen. She can see how fuck shitty Keith is.
She doesn't come over to help me. She stands still.
"Mom..." I manage to say again, but fuck it hurts.
She follows Keith out. She leaves me here. She left me like this.
"MOM!" I can't move. I want to run after her but everything hurts. God damnit.
I can't tell if I'm crying because of her or because of my eye. But I'm just laying there crying, unable to move. I can hear Keith and Mom screaming at each other in the other room.
I can't live here anymore. I barely live here anyways. I can live in my car. I can't be here. Keith will never leave. It's not like I'm keeping anything valuable here anyways.
I can get away from this.
I'm finally able to pick myself up. I'm going to be extremely fucking late to school. My left eye is basically useless so driving is going to be interesting.
I pull into the student parking lot. 10:00 am. It should be break period right now. I missed two fucking periods. Great.
I grab a bag and grab a glimpse of my phone. Holy shit. That is a lot of notifications. Well it's nice to know they care.
I quickly forge a little doctors note. The lady in the attendance office really doesn't care. I put on some sunglasses so my eye doesn't draw to much attention. Ok. Everything's fine and this is a normal school day.
The lady in the office does not bat an eye at the forged note. She just signs me in. God bless public school.
I step out of the office and into the courtyard. I immediately spot Emma and Henry. They look worried. Really worried. I feel really bad for doing that to them.
"Hey guys." I walk up behind Henry. He spins around. The look in his eye. He almost looked like he was going to cry.
"Ted!" He hugs my tightly. Too tightly. Fuck. It's a nice sentiment but Christ it hurts.
"Hey Henry." I smile to maybe cool his nerves a little bit. I try to hug him back but I don't have the strength right now. Henry loosens his group slightly. Ok that's better.
"You look like shit." Emma back at it again with the snarky comments. You can always rely on her for those.
"Always a pleasure Perkins." Emma smiles sincerely back at me. She's a good person. I look back at Henry. He still looks terrified. "I'm ok Henry."
"No you're no-" He begins. I just went through quite a lot and I just want to have some bliss. So I cut him off by kissing him.
"I am fine." It's a blatant lie but I really hate seeing him worried.
"No you're not." Henry pulls off my sunglasses. Shit. Now the whole courtyard can see my fucked eye. "What happened?"
I should tell him. He deserves to know, he's been worrying about me. But I don't really want to tell him. It just really fucks with everything.
"I can't live with my mom anymore."
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ashphoenix06 · 5 years
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The Magic Show Part 2 (jse ego universe)
Marvin turned his head slightly to see the dark presence out of the corner of his eyes. Vision blurred with tears, he could only make out black and brown mist steaming off a hooded figure. His grip on Jackie’s shirt tightened.
“Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?”
He tried to sound menacing but failed, everything physically and mentally overridden by sorrow and guilt. His shoulders quivered and he dropped his face back down to Jackie; as still as the death that took him.
He heard the figure move closer towards them and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
“I am the creator of the book,” the thing hissed, pointing to the book that laid in the middle of Marvin’s bloody symbol. “I am also the one who has gifted you with what you desired...”
Marvin’s spine straighten up from the figures words, his hands finally releasing from his dead brother’s bloody shirt. He slowly turned to the figure to get a better look at it. There was not much else to go by, it was still hooded and it still emanated that sickly black/brown mist around it. He could feel his rage building inside of him as he grinded his teeth.
“I don’t want it anymore,” he growled at the figure, fists clenching. “Take it away! I don’t want it anymore!”
The hooded figure laughed a sickening chuckle as it pointed a long, bony finger towards Marvin.
“I dont think you actually do...”
Marvin was taken back a bit by this statement and immediately looked at his fists. Both of them were consumed in a bright green flame, burning yet his hands were perfectly unharmed.
Mesmerized by this energy for a bit, he barely registered the next thing the figure said.
“Besides, the deal has already been made. Not only did you spill your blood to signal me, you clenched the spell with a immediate sacrifice,” it pointed to Jackie as Marvin’s attention snapped back to it. He could feel the heat of the energy increasing around his hands and burst out of his eyes.
“The fuck you talking about?”
“You didn’t read all the way through, did you?” The figure actually sounded confused, tilting its hooded face to the side as it regarded Marvin. “The gift of magic is blood magic, a dark spell. Blood of the willing must be spilled as well as the life of another robbed. I thought you had made it easier for me to take his soul when he fell on that piece of glass earlier.”
Marvin felt himself go rigid at the hooded creatures words. Made it easier? When he fell? Oh fuck! When Marvin stopped Jackie from getting to the book. He... must of fallen right on that piece of glass when he tripped him...
New tears formed in his eyes as the realization of his actions sunk in. He had killed Jackie... he had killed... oh god!
“You morher fucker,” he yelled out in rage. He could feel the flames energy building up inside him. “I didn’t ask for this... not like this!” He pointed a flame infused finger at Jackie’s body. “He doesn’t deserve this... because of my fuck up! You took his soul? Bring it back! Give. It. BACK!”
The figure gave him another curious regard, shrugging it’s shoulders.
“That’s not how this works. The spell is done, whether you intended it or not. I gifted you with my powers, including on reviving someone who is mere inches away from death... but... he’s mine now. He is one person that you will never be able to bring back.”
Marvin saw red and attacked! Energy shot out of his hands at the creature but it kept dodging every blow he attempted. He could feel his body rapidly draining with each attack, but he wasn’t going to give up. Not until this thing was dead. He had to kill him. At least it would resolve a little of his guilt.
The creature sigh as Marvin kept throwing one powerful spell after another.
“This is pointless. You will never be able to hit me. All you’re doing is hurting yourself, using up all the energy you ha...”
At one final attempt, Marvin focused all his rage, guilt, and sorrow into his last attack. As the magic shot out, he felt himself becoming light headed and fell hard on his knees. Hands gripping the grass and sweat pouring from his forehead, he gulped in as much air as he could to make the ringing headache that had just started go away. He heard a startling hiss and looked up.
The creature was looking at it’s right hip, where Marvin’s attack had grazed him. It’s robe and the blanched skin were black and sizzling. There it stood, mesmerized for why seemed like an eternity before it’s attention focused back on Marvin.
“You.... you mangaged to hit me,” it stated in bewilderment.
“Just give me a bit, and then I’ll show you what I can really do,” Marvin snarled.
“You’re... you’re the one I’ve been searching for,” it exclaimed, totally ignoring Marvin’s retort as it because excited. The mist surrounding it intensified.
“You’ll be the one to carry out my plans for this world! I’ve waited thousands of years for a magician like you! The world can finally me mine, if you let me work through you to accomplish....”
“Fuck you.”
This took the creature back a bit. Guess he wasn’t expecting a no, Marvin thought. Good.
“What makes you think I would ever want to serve someone like you? Even if you hadn’t of stolen Jackie’s soul, the answer still would of been no! But since you won’t give him back.... I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Marvin got to one knee, not completely recharged of energy but willing to use what little had built up. But when he looked back up the creature had vanished.
Where the fuck did he go? Marvin’s mind was racing, looking everywhere in the backyard for that creature. When he turned to where Jackie laid, his heart froze. The creature was bending over his dead brother, one hand resting on his forehead and the other gripped around the shard of glass that killed him.
“You really care for this person? You really want him back that much?”
“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HIM!”
Marvin stood on shaking legs and started charging towards the creature, pain shooting from his mind as he formed another flow of energy from his hand.
The creature never flinched as Marvin got closer. It just look at him and hissed from it’s hood.
“Perhaps... you actually can save him. I only said that earlier to get your attention, but... made you’re strong enough to do it.”
That stopped Marvin dead in his tracks. He felt his eyes widen with surprise at what the thing said, but the energy never dissipated from his hand.
“Wh... what do you mean,” he stammered, not totally believing what was being told to him. “If I serve you... you’ll bring him back?”
It turned it’s attention back to Jackie, closing in on his lifeless eyes.
“This one is as noble as you... he just wants to help the world through good deeds, whereas you want to help by distraction and illusions. Physical and mental... the balance of one human.”
As soon as it was done, it yanked the glass shard out of Jackie’s chest, making his body flinch due to the fast moment of the pull. Marvin started to see red again but before he could strike, the creature held out it’s hand towards him. He felt invisible tentacles wrap around his body and was immediately thrusted toward the thing. The creature wrapped its cold, bony hang around Marvin’s right wrist.
“You fucker! What the hell are you do...” but before Marvin could finish his statement, the creature thrusted his gashed hand onto Jackie’s stab wound and began to mutter an incantation. Marvin began to panic, struggling to get away from this whole situation. But for a wisp of a monster, the creature was highly strong.
A bright light leaked through the cracks between Jackie’s chest and Marvin’s hand as he felt a burning sensation flare up. He screamed as he tried harder to jerk away, but the creatures hold on him stayed true. The burning pain intensified, rapidly increasing to the point that Marvin went blind from the agony. It felt like a torturous lifetime before the creature finally let go. Marvin dropped to the ground, twitching as sharp jabs raced through his body. His gasped in pain as the creature grabbed him by the shirt, hauled him up and slapped its hand right on his forehead. Marvin heard it begin to mutter as it’s eyes finally shown from beneath the hood... they were bright red and full of curious evil.
But the magician found himself not fretting as much as he should. Whatever the creature was casting on his mind was making Marvin’s thoughts blend together and float away. He tried very hard to stay coherent but failed with each attempt. Finally, he just gave up and gave in.
When the creature saw this in his eyes, it’s hand fell from Marvin’s forehead and he let him go. Marvin found that he couldn’t move, he was frozen in place. Oh well, his mind hiccuped, better this than whatever the hell that last spell was.
The creature walked back over to Jackie and began pulling something from the folds of his cloak. Marvin’s warning bells went off in his head but the spell on him made them sound so far off to even notice.
“I put a trance on you to calm you down,” the creature hissed, pulling it’s clinched fist out of its robes. “These next few things I’m about to instruct to you are vital and you need a clear head to remember any of it. Do you understand?”
“Y... yeah... I... understand,” Marvin slurred.
“Good,” the creature said, holding out its fist in front of Marvin. It opened it up slowly, revealing a floating electric blue mist hovering barely above the pad of its hand. Marvin blinked as he felt a familiarity with this orb.
“This is your brothers soul,” it started, taking one of its fingers and lightly tapping the mist. It turned a dark navy blue for just a second before fading back to its original bright blue.
“I’ve just laid a curse on it. Once I put this back into his body, the curse will activate. This curse taints his heroic nature... it gives him a ‘corrupted’ side that can be triggered at any possible moment. When this is activated, he’ll finally feel the need for vengeance... the need to kill...”
The creature walked over to Marvin and put its face so close to his that Marvin could barely make out its face. But he wasn’t worried, though he felt he should be.
“When he wakes back up, he won’t remember what happened. How you tripped him to get to the book or that he died. All he’ll remember is that you managed to finish the spell that gifted BOTH of you with magical powers. You are NOT to tell him otherwise or this little ���game’ will be forfeit and you’ll both me mine.”
It point over to Jackie and Marvin finally noticed that the stab wound that had killed his little brother was gone. In fact, if he could look at his own hand, he wouldn’t be surprised to see the cut from earlier had completely vanished.
“I enacted a blood spell between you two. His blood mixed with your inhanced blood, morphing his dna just like the spell did to you. You two are officially magical blood brothers. You two will feel a pull towards each other far stronger than with anyone else due to this blood bond. You’re his big brother, now... and he’s you little brother.”
Marvin sluggishly nodded his head. He saw something flash in the creatures other hand but wasn’t too worried about what it was.
“So, let’s make this into a little game... I haven’t had the chance to play with human souls in years. Once the curse is activated, he’ll want to kill... YOU must try to prevent him from doing this, if you really care for him. Because if he kills someone intentionally, his soul will forever change... he’ll become evil and corrupted. Anything close to him that is drawn by this can consume him, myself included.”
He clutched Jackie’s soul back into his fist and pointed a finger into Marvin’s chest.
“Also, any time before the curse wakes up, you must not allow him to die. If he dies, then I’ll let his soul go, but you will become mine! You will serve me and you will obey anything I instruct you to do! My plans to wreak havoc on these miserable people will come to pass, whether I use your brother or you...”
It bared it’s black, rotting teeth at Marvin’s face. He didn’t even bat an eye.
“........ but..... I. Still. Want. You.”
It pressed its finger to Marvin’s head and he felt the fog lifting some, his thoughts swimming back into his mind. He blinked for a bit with the creature still baring it’s teeth at him and recoiled, though he still couldn’t move. It cackled in delight as it hissed our with rancid breath, “Do we have a deal?”
Marvin thought this over very carefully. He had already cost Jackie his life once for being impulsive, but to agree to put both their souls on the line? And for what? Yeah, Jackie would be alive and have powers of his own, but at any given moment, he could become completely lost again, all because of a bet from a bored old creature.
But Marvin knew that his mind was already made up... as soon as the thought of Jackie being alive crossed his mind.
He’ll be able to protect him.... and stop him, when the time came.
Marvin gulped and started at the creature’s hidden face. “.............. deal.......”
“Excellent,” it cackled, releasing Jackie’s soul from it’s bony claws. With a wave of its hand, the electric blue ball floated slowly down onto Jackie’s chest, melting into the hero until it was completely gone. In an instant, his eyes brighten back up and rolled into the back of his head as he gasped for breath. Marvin heard himself cry out in joy. His little brother was alive!
“Now then,” the creature giggled, grabbing Marvin and yanking him real close. The world was already starting to come back into focus, the stars returning one by one to the sky. He could hear Jackie groan from where he laid, but Marvin’s attention was torn to something else. Something the creature held up high above his head... the glass shard that had killed Jackie. It was still wet from his blood.
Before the creature swung down, he cackled again and hissed in Marvin’s face.
“When I make deals, they’re sealed with a offering of a body part.... you’re left eye will do just nicely....”
The last thing Marvin remembered before he passed out was sheer pain from where the glass shard stabbed him.
*******
Jackie opened his eyes and squinted in the dark. Crap, he thought to himself, nighttime already? How in the fuck... wait... Marvin! Where’s Marvin?
He quickly jumped to his feet and scanned the backyard until his eyes landed on the quivering heap lying right next to the book. Jackie swore and ran over to his big brother.
“Fucking hell! Marv, I told you not to mess with that book! What the fuck did you..... JESUS CHRIST!”
Jackie had pulled Marvin into a sitting position and was taken back by what he saw. Marv was clutching his left eye, blood oozing from between the cracks of his fingers. He didn’t know how he knew, but Jackie could tell that Marvin’s eye was gone.
“Marv... oh shit, man! How... how the fuck did this happen?”
Marv looked up at him with his good eye, the pupil dilated. Jackie could barely see any of the blue iris.
“I... hhh...h... aaaddd.... ad t... t.... t.... tooo...”
“Shit! You’re in shock! Henrick! Chase! Someone help me!”
Jackie felt the panic in him rise as Marvin’s head fell forward, his bloodied hand dropping with him. He shook his big brother as he heard footsteps rushing towards him, trying to get him to wake back up.
“Fucking Jesus,” he heard Chase swore behind him. “What the fuck happened to Marv?”
“No time for that,” Jackie snapped, “he went into shock... we... we need to get Henrick and...”
“Jackie, relax. I’m right here,” Schneep reassured him, bending down next to Jackie to lift Marvin’s head up. He hissed through his teeth as Chase gasped.
“Holy fucking shit balls...”
“Jackie, you go get JJ and tell him what happened. You’re too shook up to help me. Chase, help me get Marvin inside. He’s lost a lot of blood and has gone into shock. I need to get him to my home equipment and fast...”
As he was making orders, he and Chase had already lifted Marvin from the ground and was heading into the house. Before they disappeared into the kitchen, Schneep turned to Jackie and was about to say something when he saw something that totally stopped him. This scared Jackie shitless.
“Henrick?”
“Jackie... you’re hands...”
Jackie lifted his hands and uttered out a yell of surprise. Both were crackling with electric blue energy, snapping apart and forming back together like an electric ball.
Jackie gulped and looked at Henrick. Holy fucking shit, he thought. M.... Marv did it....
I have powers!!!
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Part 2 of prompt 3 requested by @glitchbicth. I found this one a bit harder to type, for some reason, but I hope I did a good job and you guys enjoy it. ☺️☺️💚💚
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scaryscarecrows · 5 years
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Roots and Leaves, Pt. 6
DC did it first. Take your grievances to them.
Jason and Sheila e-mail back and forth for about a week before she says that she has Thursday off so if he has Thursday off does he want to meet for lunch again?
Last time wasn’t bad. Not a lot of staring or people or anything. He can…he can probably do it again. And it’s a few days away still, so he has time to psyche himself up or, worst case scenario, fake his death and move to Canada.
And it’s been a week and she hasn’t pulled out the Pity Card on him yet and maybe…maybe this’ll all work out okay. She might never be Mom, because Catherine’s always gonna be Mom, but…but she could be Mother, maybe. He can see that in the distant (or not-so-distant?) future.
But he’s not going to rush into things, that’s what got him here in the first place. Patience, grasshopper.
Thursday rolls around and he hasn’t faked his death and moved to Canada, so he has no choice but to put on jeans and a hoodie and resign himself to a couple of hours, easy, of no sunglasses and no e-book shield.
Sorry, any small children who might come out of this traumatized.
Okay. He brings his Kindle anyway, and his sunglasses for the journey, and sticks to his normal Civilian Weaponry-couple’a knives, one pair of brass knuckles tucked into a hidden pocket in his hoodie. Last thing he needs is for someone to pick up a bullet, match it to the Red Hood’s, and come knocking on his door. His luck is bad enough that’s exactly what would happen.
Besides, it’s noon on a Thursday, and even in Gotham that’s a slow hour. Bank robbers gotta eat, too.
The monorail ride there is literal Hell (three fighting couples, two crying kids and old man with no personal spaaaaace!) and he’s literally gasping for air when he stumbles out of the car. He likes people. Honest. If he legitimately hated them all, he wouldn’t risk his life to help them. But interacting with them…he could do without that, mostly.
Whatever. Whatever. It’s over, he lived, he’s had worse.
(And no, he doesn’t hear faint cackling in his head, and that’s final.)
It’s windy today, the type of wind that buffets people every which way and is determined to keep his hood off his head. He fidgets with the drawstrings until it’ll stay and buries his hands in his pockets. Wind sucks. He can feel pollen and dust and Gotham Grime being blown onto his skin.
“Jason!”
Is he there already?
Sheila…looks a lot more haggard than she did before. He tries to remember if she’d mentioned being horribly busy, doesn’t think she did, and figures that to be fair, he hasn’t mentioned the bruise that goes halfway up his back.
She smiles, her awkward driver’s license smile, and waves. Yeah, she doesn’t…it must’ve been a long week, or maybe a rough drive or something. She looks tired.
“Hi.” He’s not sure what to call her, still. Miss Haywood is too disconnected, Sheila’s too personal, and it’s way, way too soon for Mother. Names are a pain. “I’m not late, am I?” He knows he’s not. “Monorail was packed.”
“So was the subway. Can I…?”
Her arms are half-out and he figures she’s asking for a hug. He can do a hug, as long as it’s a short hug.
“Yeah. Thanks for the warning.”
Holy crap, she feels frail. But to be fair, barring Dick’s tackle-hug, everyone’s felt frail since…since. So it could just be him. Hugs are weird now.
(“HUG YOUR DADDY!”)
No. Not today. Everything’s fine.
It’s a sort-of short hug, short enough, anyway, and he wonders, abstractedly, if a day will ever come that he’s used to that sort of thing again. If it even matters whether he does or doesn’t.
It does. Of course it does. And the day will come, in time, and he’ll be better, be normal, be what people want him to be.
Little steps.
* * *
They’ve fallen into a companionable silence and for once Jason’s not jumping whenever someone walks by in a purple sweater or anything when Sheila forces her lips out from between her teeth and says, “I know you were Robin.”
Well. That’s, uh, there’s that out of the way.
“Yeah.” There’s clearly no point in denying it. She probably put it together when Batman came knocking. “For a little while, yeah. I was.” He tastes blood, wonders how long he’s been doing that, and wishes he had gum. Or a mint. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right off, I just…old habits die hard, I guess.”
“Oh God, no, no, I didn’t mean-” She takes a drink. Her hands are shaking, she’s shaking and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. “I just. I thought I should probably make it clear that I did know, so you wouldn’t…I know I was absent, but I don’t want…you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me.”
Oh. That’s. He doesn’t know what to say. Bruce, God knows, has the emotional capabilities of a Himalayan Salt Lamp. Thankfully Jason hadn’t been the type to go through crushes every two weeks, or he probably would have been in Hell. He certainly wouldn’t have…it’s not like he would have shut down the conversation, but sharing and caring? That would have been awkward and best not repeated. Alfred was the go-to for that sorta thing.
All right, then. Since they’re dropping sudden bombshells ‘n all…he has to know.
“You worked for Joker.” There. It’s out. He said it.
And now he kinda regrets it-the self-loathing on her face is a pretty good match for his own, and he can’t tell himself it’s anything less than deep, deep wishing to have made better choices.
“I did.” She straightens up, begins tearing apart a piece of bread on her plate. “Briefly. I’m not proud, but he had a line to my mother, knew where she lived, knew her schedule…knew.” She swallows hard. “Knew she had to rubber-band her jam jars because she couldn’t open them otherwise. I panicked. But it was only for a couple of months-pills, he wanted pills, as much as I could get him. And then he just…went away. I don’t know what he did with them.”
Honestly, after everything, he can’t…he doesn’t have the right to say much. And honestly? There was that one guy, who accidentally cut the fucker off in traffic and couldn’t get away from him.
And look at him. The first man he killed, that wasn’t…oh, sure, he probably had it coming, at least a little, but Jason wasn’t thinking about that or considering it like he does now, he just…he wanted to kill Bruce. Because that was right and reason at the time even though he knows it’s insanity now.
No, he can’t say much.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and it’s suddenly easier to look at his hands. “I didn’t…that sounds awful.”
“No.” She tips his chin up and it’s an effort not to pull away and to remember that it’s fingers, warm human fingers, and not the pointy end of a crowbar against his skin. “You deserved to know. It’s only fair.”
Truth be told, it’s a relief to know that she hadn’t…yeah, technically she could’ve…maybe done something different, but she hadn’t wanted to work for him. She wasn’t like the ones he’d christened Dumb and Dumber that…they enjoyed that kinda work.
Lunch is finished in relative silence after that, though, and he’s wondering what’s going to happen now when she rifles through her purse and swears.
“Damn…I meant to grab an old photo album I wanted to show you, with some old family pictures and things.”
Pictures of Willis? Yeah, he’s good. Pictures of other people might be interesting, though.
“Next time?”
“My apartment’s a few blocks over.”
Something feels off. He’s paranoid, he knows he’s paranoid, but something…she’s been shaky and weird all afternoon and he doesn’t…
Calm the fuck down, you freak out when someone window-shops for too long!
“Is everything…is everything okay?”
Or maybe something is wrong-she pulls a napkin over and there’s suddenly a pen in her hand.
“I really do want you to see these pictures, Jason,” she says, but her hand is moving and there’s the ever-so-faint skrit-skrit of pen on paper. “I swear you got my mother’s eyes.”
The napkin slides over to him and he glances down. Her handwriting’s spikey and awful-doctor writing to the bone-but his is no better and he can read it well enough.
An old colleague has been hanging around the hospital lately.
Oh.
That explains a bit.
“Sure.”
Her shoulders drop and she crumples the napkin, nails picking it into shreds.
“I’m sorry to do this to you,” she says softly, nearly too soft for him to hear, and he’s quick to shake his head.
“No, no, I don’t mind, I’m glad you…if there’s anything I can do to…”
Shit, she looks like she’s going to start crying and that is indeed PANIC in his throat. Tears are not good.
“You’re a good boy.” Her voice is watery but there are no tears to be seen. Thank Jesus. “I promise next time we have lunch it’ll be normal.”
Oh, good, things haven’t plummeted down to fiery Hell because of all the revelations flying around.
“Everything’s gonna be fine,” he says, and whoops that’s his ‘all will be well, citizen, never fear!’ voice. But it must work, because the about-to-cry look disappears. “Um. Do you wanna…it looks like it’s gonna rain, should we get going?”
And so they do.
* * *
The wind has picked up and it smells like rain. He’s not looking forward to patrol later.
The wind’s not so bad, though, to stop Sheila from lighting up with a self-depreciating, “I know I’m a doctor and should know better, but I honestly don’t care.”
“I can’t really say anything.” He holds up his own pack and rattles it before pulling one out. It’s not as calming as it usually is and he doesn’t know why.
Eh. It’s been a long day, that’s all. He’s not used to interacting with people on a personal level anymore, which is his own fault and probably not necessarily a good thing.
The first few drops have started to fall when they arrive at her building-big, square, and simplistic. She fishes out her keys while they’re in the elevator (which smells like new car, for some reason).
The hallway is deserted. It’s a little creepy, to be honest-his own building might be crap, but there’s always activity. And then, of course, there was Arkham’s hallways, or what he could hear of them. Noisy. Always noisy. But this? Wayne Manor was silent like this. It unsettled him then and it unsettles him now. Call him a city boy, whatever, but he needs noise.
The brass knuckles and knives in his jacket are warm and comforting and he knows he’s not gonna need ‘em, but they make up for this creepy-ass silence.
Sheila opens the door and motions him inside. It’s dark inside-blackout curtains, probably-but he can hear the rain. It smells like new car in here, too, and he wonders, off-handedly, why-
-it’s not empty. He’s walked into one too many ‘empty’ buildings to be very, very attuned to the sound of somebody breathing. Okay. Be calm, back out and shut the door.
He’s about to do exactly that when the light switch clicks and bathes the whole place in stark white. White walls, white floors, white furniture.
Which only makes Harley Quinn stick out like a sore thumb in all that red and black.
“BAY-BEE!” She could never hope to match Joker’s grin, but she gives it a good go, stretching her makeup. Okay. Change of plans. Get Sheila out of here (and preferably out of the building), deal with Quinn. “It’s been a whiiiiile!”
He takes in the mallet leaning against the couch and the shotgun (are those fuzzy dice? Really?) in her hands and comes to the conclusion that great, she’s riding the crazy train.
But maybe she hasn’t seen Sheila yet. Where’s that goddamn light switch?
He moves, only a little, only to feel the unmistakable press of a gun against his lower back.
“Don’t. Move.”
And the world drops out from under him.
No. No, no, no, she said she quit, it was over, she said they’d let her go, she said-
The door shuts. He twists so he can still see Quinn in his peripheral. Sheila’s face is a blank mask-no tears, no joy, no nothing. Just quiet determination and he doesn’t understand, she said…
“Mom?” The word feels thick and wrong in his mouth, but maybe…maybe she’s brainwashed or hypnotized or something, maybe she doesn’t…isn’t…
“Sorry, kid.” The words are harsh but her tone isn’t. Quinn giggles in the background but she sounds so far away and Sheila’s still pressing a gun against him. “It was you or me, and, well…it had to be you.”
What?
“Aww, come to mama, baby!” Quinn giggles again before straightening up and scowling. “Now.”
His feet drag him forward, sneakers scuffing against the white carpet an’ Heaven’s s’posed ta be white, innit, so why does this feel like Hell and what’s going on she said she said-
For once horrible, desperate second, he wants Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t…yeah, he’d thought, at first, that he’d left him but he knows that he didn’t, he really didn’t, he just…
Bruce wouldn’t have pulled a gun on him, he wouldn’t and God, if he’d just fucking talked to him-
“I did what you wanted, Quinn.” Sheila’s voice is so, so flat and is this all she wanted from the beginning? Is it? “Now call your man.”
Quinn doesn’t even look at her. She’s looking at Jason like she always did-like she’s torn between wanting to rip his head off and wanting to wrap him in a blanket and keep him.
This is his own goddamn fault, he just thought…just once, just once-
“Quinn!” Desperation now, and the gun wobbles against his hoodie as she steps out from behind him. “I did what you said! Call your man!”
Okay. Okay.
He forces himself to take a few deep breaths that taste like that last cigarette outside and says, voice as steady as he can make it, “Let her go, Harley. Leave her alone, I’ll. I’ll do what you want, just. Just let her go.”
“Aww, look at you!” Her pigtails sway and he finds himself oddly hypnotized by the movement. “I knew ya had to be Robin for a reason.”
Yeah. Yeah, he was Robin and that’s all he’ll ever be, the one that fucked up.
“Please, Harley.”
“Nyeh…” She adjusts her grip on the gun, finger dancing near the trigger, and looks down at her knuckles. “Eeny, meanie, miny, moe, catch a Batman by the toe. If he hollers, let ‘im go, eeny…meanie…miny…moe!”
He sees it before she does it, but there’s no time-he’s moved maybe half a centimeter before the gun goes off-
-and Sheila.
Falls.
His ears are ringing. They’re ringing and everything’s so white except her, all blonde and blue and so fucking red because Harley didn’t miss and if he’d been quicker, he should have been-
“Aww, don’t be sad!” Harley’s not alone, of course she’s not. He should have known from the start stupidstupidstupid. “Doncha know what happens to people who know too much?”
Her eyes are open. They’re open and they’re looking at him like this is his fault and it is if he hadn’t…
S’like Joker said, once.
“Good boys know how to lay down and DIE.”
“Mistah J had a spot for ya, baby.” Huh? “But you up an’ left us before it was time! So since it’s his birthday-” The fucker has no birthday he just appeared one day too evil for Hell. “-I thought I’d get my puddin’ somethin’-” She winks. “Real nice.”
And they’re on him.
Harley’s goons are dumb, but they’re also big and they manage to drag him down for a minute before he gets a knife out of his sleeve and drives it into the nearest jaw.
“Andre!” Yeah, Andre ain’t comin’ back from that any time soon. “I thought we taught you manners!”
He reclaims his knife and scrambles back up and okay okay maybe he can get outta this-
WHAM!
Lights out.
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ask-the-good-creeps · 6 years
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Hey I'm sorry to ask this of you but could you possibly do something with Jack and Marcy? I know you're busy and I know you're running low on inspiration but my bipolar disorder is acting up and I think I might do somethin bad to myself and I dont have anyone that I trust to distract me. I'm so sorry for asking for this, you dont have to answer it or even do it, sorry for bothering you both.
The small woman hummed to herself as she walked down the street, a bag on her arm. She veered into an alley, and approached an oh-so-familiar rusty door, swinging it open and entering the dark stairwell that spiraled downwards. She breathed in the smell of weed, cigarettes, sweat, and blood as she jogged down the stairs and she could hear the roar from the familiar crowd as she descended. 
She soon found herself in a swarm of sweaty bodies and she looked up at the fighting ring that she had fought on so many times before she looked down at her wrapped knuckles, and smiled, heading for the ring. She walked up the stairs that led to it, smiling as she looked at the familiar man that was waiting for her and leaning on the wall of the ring. 
"Hey Ed." The tall man that she was friends with in her childhood smiled, taking the small woman’s bag before opening the door to the ring with a smirk. 
"Knock 'em dead Marce." The first time she had heard that door bang shut and her opponent enter she had gotten scared. She was reminded of Ethan. Now, she was just amused and relaxed as she looked up at the man she was to beat. He is 6'7. She's 4'11. He's pure muscle. She's soft all around. She's beaten bigger. She heard the announcers voice call out the name of her and her opponent and ask the crowd of people if they were ready and the crowd roared in reply and she watched the man get into position, and she smiled merrily, she felt adrenaline flooding her veins as she did the same. In that moment she knew that this one was going to be fun as she looked at the hunger in his eyes.
He'd lost her in the crowd. He had been following her up to that point; a feeling in his gut told him he should have, but then he'd lost her. He moved around the crowd, frantically trying to catch sight of his love again while at the same time trying to avoid getting stopped and questioned over his appearance. He heard the announcer speaking and briefly glanced at the ring only to do a double-take. There was Marcy, his Marcy, being pitted against some tall muscled dude. The sight sent Jack's mind into a panic, and he hurriedly fought against the crowd to try and get closer. He had to stop this before she got herself hurt again.
The man charged at her at full speed and at the last second she dropped, rolling away from him and springing back up as he collided with the wall and the crowd let out "oooooo's" as his face smashed against the Plexiglas and he turned, once again rushing at her. She stayed put this time and saw him reel his right fist back, aiming for her head and she lifted her arm up, blocking it and then used her other hand to deliver a blow to his gut, sending him stumbling away from her and the crowd went wild. He growled, standing up again and rushing at her, using his arm to swat at her, sending the small woman flying into the opposite wall and she hit it with a dull thump. 
Pain clouded her mind, and she lifted her hand up to her head, feeling blood trickle down her temple and she hissed, standing up and curling her fists as a fire lighted in her eyes. It was time to stop playing with her food and take this fucker down.
Jack growled as he saw her collide with the wall. That man was dead meat once he got in there. The blue-masked demon went up the steps to the ring finally and pushed the bouncer guarding the door out of the way as he entered himself. Marcy's opponent turned and looked at him as he approached, but wasn't fast enough to move out of the way in time. The crowd made sounds of confusion and frustration as Jack ran into the ring and tackled the big guy to the ground with his hands locked tight around his throat.Marcy blinked in confusion, her mind unable to process what exactly was happening, whether it be from the blow she just received or from the fact that her boyfriend had just interrupted her fighting match and was strangling her opponent. 
"Jack? What the fuck are you doing here!?" she demanded.
"The better question is, what the fuck are you doing here, Marcy?" Jack hissed as the man beneath him fell unconscious from lack of oxygen. "All this time you've been worrying me sick coming into my MedLab with injuries galore and now I find out that you've been getting hurt like that on purpose? Do you have any idea how upsetting this is?"  She put her hands on her hips, and she felt a surge of anger consume her mind, she didn't like being judged. 
"We all have our hobbies, and I would take care of my injuries myself but they're usually in places I can't reach." She was suddenly aware of all the eyes on them and growled, "Come on, we gotta get outta here." She strode out of the ring, grabbing her bag and making her way through the crowd, too angry to give a fuck if Jack followed. She knew it was irrational to be angry with him, and that he had a right to be worried, but she would be damned if she didn't be dramatic before she calmed down enough to process things rationally.
Of course, Jack did follow, but he kept his distance. Right now he was feeling a toxic mix of negative things. Firstly, he was worried about her. She'd been hurt before he could get to her and he wanted to make sure she was okay. Second, he was angry; angry that she wouldn't tell him about this. Angry that she was intentionally getting herself hurt. Angry that she got mad at him for trying to help. Lastly, he was hurt - hurt that she just turned and walked away without him like that, like she didn't care. Like she didn't want him around any more. That made him feel sad and worried on another level. What if she didn't want him anymore? What if she was trying to abandon him, both literally and metaphorically? 
He stopped walking while she continued, and he felt awful inside seeing her go on without him. He wanted to slink away, back to the MedLab; but his conscience wouldn't let him leave without being 100% certain she was okay after hitting her head like that. So, he started walking again, with his head hung low, hoping she'd let him check on her eventually.
She walked out of the sketchy place and into the alleyway, breathing in the cool air. She paused as she sensed Jack behind her. She was angry that he had interrupted her fight, she was angry that she hadn't been able to take the guy down. In three years this was the one she couldn’t take down, and that was because of him. Her pride wanted her to yell at him, to he angry, to be a bitch and she was prepared to. She whirled around, anger basically vibrating off of her, but her voice died down in her throat before she could get anything out as she looked at him... she couldn't even see his face but she knew that he was hurt. And she knew that she was the one who caused that hurt. Tears slowly dripped down her face, and she sucked in a breath. 
"I've been fighting for three years. I fight because when I get into the ring it's my turn to beat the shit out of someone else. Not the other way around. One time... one time there was a guy with green eyes and black hair who stepped in. I suddenly remembered all of the things Ethan would do to me and I did them right back to the man who had thought that he'd make some easy money beating the shit out of me." She looked down at her hands, at the white bandages covering them. "Fighting makes me feel stronger than I am. I didn't tell you because I thought you didn't need to know." Her tears dripped onto the concrete as she looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry." 
If there's one thing Jack couldn't stand, it was seeing her cry. He approached slowly, uncertain of whether she wanted him there or not, and when she didn't try to make him go away he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. 
"I just want you to be safe and okay." he whispered to her as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You don't need to beat people up to show that you're strong. You've already survived walking through Hell and back. You live with the scars every damn day and don't let them hold you down. I'm sorry I interrupted, but you already are strong, Marcy. You don't need to prove it - not this way." he let out a quiet whine and subconsciously held her tighter. He didn't want to lose her. Not now, not ever.She hissed as the pounding in her head got louder, and she separated herself from Jack, looking up at him as her tears stopped. 
"Let's go home. I want coffee and an icepack."
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icantedit-blog1 · 7 years
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The deprecation of human nature
When shit goes down and the world bacically ends, you seem to think to your self that nothing really matters, time, currency, language, nothing. Its all just made up. When you're in the middle of a zombie appocolyps, haven't seen anyone for mouths and the last people that you saw was your family, getting their necks chomped by your best mates, you start to wonder about what really matters. If you're wondering why im telling you this depressing stuff that will probably give you an existential crisis, let me take you back to the start, where shit truely went down. It was the day after my birthday and i was sitting at home, playing on my new console, with my best mates. My mum told me to go to the shops to get some milk, but thats when it happened, remember the hole chomping thing? Sometimes i feel if i would've been a stubborn little bastard like i normally was, i could've died with them insted of living in this hell hole. Theres nothing i can do anymore, i seem to be the last one on earth, which is funny because if you could see me you'd probably think, how could that little, long blond haired, dirty, freak show of a teenager get this far? No point asking me because i dont know either. Come to think of it i should probabluy get out of this "public toilet" before speedy mageedy out there, comes in and carves my neck like a fat guy that can't wait to eat his christmas dinner. Being a little guy has its moments, especially when you cn fit through a tiny toiley widow...probably no bigger than a toilet its self. You may think a toilet isnt the best place to hide, but these zombies are somthing else, for some reason they can smell you from a mile away. Thank fuck dartford park toilets still stink like piss and sweat months after no one has used them (and that's only the ladys) Oh and by the way i may have covered myself in some shit on the way out, now before you stop reading let me ask you something, even if you wanted to die, would you smother your self in shit so you can go find someone before you go even more mental then you are right now? And that's not me calling you mental so don't get triggered like the hole of facebook when a gorialla died. By now you would've fault that ive searched the hole of this town looking for people and you'd be right, the only reason im still here is because its all i have to remember my friends and family. Unlike the movies my family didnt, care to give me a heart locket with our pictures in it, so if you wanna read that kind of soppy shit, go find a dead girl's diary because all you're going to get with me is depressing shit. I just hope that one day people will actually come here, thats quite unlikely though. i dont even know why im writing in you because even if i do get attact and killed, theres no one to read my story and even if people do all its going to do is depress them, i guess thats all im really good for, anyway i'm saying all this stuff about wanting to die but i'm just contradicting myself, whenever i see one of those freaks of nature, i either kill it or run, i can't just stand there and let it take me otherwise im just as much of a wimp as you probably think i am. its been a few more days since i've wrote in you now, shit when down just after i left the toilet. The creepy cunt still court me, its definaltly not the best to clim head first out a window. but oh well i have my way of escape, or at least i thought i did but slowly over time the zombies seem to be evolving, at first they was slow zombies but over time they've been getting faster, harder to run from. The bathroom one especially. I use to be able to clime over fences to get away but they've been getting stonger, faster and for zombies, cleavier. This one just climed over the fence, still not as fast as i can but they're getting better, or should i say worse. I finally got away from it but this towns filled with them and as good as i am killing them, i dont want to use the gun to attract more of them so unless i find a good silent wepon, i think i have to keep running and hiding round this town. Anyway after i ditched that one, i looked for a better wepon, but thats where the trouble came from. As i was looking in a block of flats, near the park, to see if there was any wopons. I was on the top floor and on my last flat, i bacically gave up hope. I stood looking out the window, knowing that i was probably going to die soon. Then l heard this growl from behind me, i slowly turned round in fear, hoping the it didn't attack, my hands was shaking, breathing sounded louder than a festival. When i got far enough to see what was behind me, all i saw was a little girl, just staring at me. I didnt want to but i had to kill her, You know what they say, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Unfortunatly the thing i had to do was kill a little girl, that really didnt deserve what she had done to her. Oddly she looked fresh, the massive chunk on her neck looked like it only just been bitten, thats what made it worse to do this, she then realised that i wasn't just a pile of shit standing there and lept for me, before i could even think i shot her in the head, her courps just flung back and hit the floor in a bloody mess. I had to leave as soon as i could, feeling like more of a descrase of a person than i already was. That day really didnt go well for me. The next day was a lot worse. So far you've only seen a single zombie at a time but if you go to temple hill, its full of them and i mean full of them, if you ask me why they're so attrected to it, i'd say it probably has something to do with the smell. The night before i found a good spot that use to be a restaurant, to rest in, not that i really do that anymore becuase im always in fear of being eaten in my sleep but i tried to get a few hours. I woke up just as the nucular sun was rising and got up and out of there as soon as possible. When the human race is bacically wiped of the face of the planet and the ones that survive are trying to survive, no one cares anymore about petrol garages, nucluar plants and other things like that. What the movies tell you about them magically staying up is wrong. I've already had a garage blow up in this town and it was hard enough in the 1st week, with the slow zombies but now they're getting stronger, i was definatly not prepaired for what was about to come. Obviously i was hungery so i decided to go find some food after i woke up. as i was looking though the petrol garage to see if they had anything. I could'nt find anything in the frount because at the start of this people thought they was going to servive and ran in to shops like packs of savige animals. I went to look in the back because it was locked and i thought they would've had something in there, boy was i right. I knocked down the door by running into it with my shoulder, not as easy as those ass hole action movies made it out to be, it hurts like shit. When i got into it i could'nt believe my eyes, it was full of food, it may have just been caned food but why should i give a shit. i stuffed my bag with a good amount to carry and still be able to run, i locked the door with a chain i found outside and kept the key on me, so none of those flesh eating fuckers could get in and jump scare me when i go back. As i walking away all i heard was a massive expslotion and felt heat just hit the back of my head that knock me to the ground. I dont know weather i triped a wire or it just happened like the other one all i knew is it was going to attract a lot of them creeps. The only up side is that it may attract people, but then again i dont think i could talk to another person, its been so long. I got out of there as fast as i could but no fast enough. I didn't use my instinks and just turned a coner. There was too many to imagein coming from temple hill, they charged at me, with a hungry gave in there eyes. I had to run and try to lose them. I was going to use my gun but i only had 3 bullets left and i was going to save them just incase one of them pounsed at me or in worce case sinario, bit me, so i could take out one last zombie before i died. I rapidly turnt corners because they can't do it very well and its good to make distance from them as they're getting faster. I tried not to climb because it does wear me out too fast and i knew it was going to take a while to escape from this huld of zombie. After 5 minuets of non-stop running i lost about three quorters but the ones that was still on me was pasistent. I heded towards the lakes to lose the rest of them. I thought i lost them by climbing a tree and to my understanding it worked, they all ran past thinking i continued forwards. I waiting a couple of minuets to jump down the tree, as I went to jump down the branch i was on snaped. I know what you're saying, typical that it happened, but it did. I wasn't too high up, so i only landed with slight cuts on my hands and my legs hurt a bit. unfortuanty a near by zombie hurd me. With out me even being able to think the zombie darted at me, it grabed my leg and pulled me closer too it. I tried kicking it in the face but somehow it cought my foot its it gastly mouth and bit it, it hurt like no pain i could ever imagen. I pulled my gun out of my holster and shot it. For once i tried to copie the movies and take my foot off. Without debating it i shoot the bone just above my ancle twise and pulled my foot off. The pain was unbareable, so unbareable i fainted. As i fained, My brain whent into over drive, my life flashed before my eyes, i looked back onto everything i took for granted, my mum, my dad, friends, school, everyone and everything. Looking back i was such an ass hole. - Sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes it only rough atm
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