#jesus h christ someone call a fucking priest

[dromaeo-sauridae]

Sorry for spam liking half of your promethea tag SHFJKSKFK but I saw one of your posts come up bc I follow the spec evo tag, and I’m intrigued!! I have no clue what’s going on over there, I didn’t see a summary in as far as I scrolled — what’s the story with that world?

AEIFHUJA youre all good i was sleeping anyway! i dont mind spam liking !!

oh god yeah i never have posted a summary of wtf is going on have i. i just draw random shit LOL. ok lemme try to say all this without taking forever. um before i start i want to mention that im making the story with my friend who isnt on tumblr! i do most of the worldbuilding for promethea itself (and the creature design for all of cassandra) and they are in charge of another group of people who are pretty important lol. theres a LOT going on, so im just gonna focus on the main thing for now but if you want to know EVERYTHING then i can go over it all lmao

the story focuses on dawn (friend's character) who used to be a part of a group of sun god worshippers that were in charge of guarding the prison of a dragon named cinder. dawn was going to be the next warden/priest and in charge of keeping the prison secure, but a follower of cinder broke in and killed almost everyone there when dawn was a young child. they escaped when a wolf named theo led them to safety. afterwards, they were found and taken in by the king of promethea, jack. after a while, dawn realizes that something is wrong with him. hes being possessed, and its by the god of death. no one else is aware of this, since its been going on since he was a child and hes "himself" most of the time. however, as time goes on, its getting worse and worse and dawn starts looking for a way to help him. during their search, they find a woman named anuba, who strangely enough is looking for the same thing. well pretty quickly they realize that they both know jack, him and anuba being partners when they went to school together. so they start working together. unfortunately this sort of thing doesnt really. happen. ever. and they keep coming up with dead ends.

eventually one of them (not sure who yet, this bitch of a story is still a work in progress <3) comes up with the idea of calling on the sun god for help. the important thing here is that this god isnt the god of the sun, shes the god of damn everything. shes represented by the sun because of how powerful she is. the problem with her is since she's so huge and powerful, getting her attention is nearly impossible, even for someone like dawn who came from a group of her worshippers. anuba suggests letting the dragon whos locked up, cinder, out, since this god was the one who locked cinder up. dawn doesnt like the idea since cinder was locked up after she attempted to destroy all of cassandra, but they dont have many other options. anuba, who's desperate for literally any solution at this point, gets frustrated and goes off on her own to let cinder out anyway.

cinder is free.

now, there are two pieces of information that have been hidden from everyone up until this point. one, cinder is not just a dragon, she is a god, and she is the god who created cassandra. and two, cinder and the god that has been possessing jack are working together, and have been since the beginning. and jack is the one who killed the sun worshippers.

at this point, jack is beyond saving. hes too far gone and basically dead. his body is being used by the death god and when dawn returns, it attempts to kill them and theyre forced to finally kill him. dawn and anuba end up working together again, this time to kill cinder.

and yeah thats it. the ending is a bit rough cuz like i said its still a work in progress and jesus H christ this is so goddamn long already i need to fucking stop i hope this makes sense sorry for taking literally all day to answer its bc im atrocious at writing and it kept getting confusing LOL. theres a bunch of important shit ive left out bc of. the length. so if you have questions pls ask them

#good god #i had it about halfway written before deleting the whole thing and starting over cuz i didnt like it LMAO #i used to not like people spamliking but at this point my notifications are destroyed i will not mind #people talking to me #promethea #worldbuilding #<- kind of? #fantasy

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Present from Mukami [PART 1]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: Today’s Christmas Eve, huh...?

( When I was still living with Father, we were always extremely busy during this time of year with preparations for the Christmas Mass. )

( We would decorate the church for the Mass...or make tons of sweets to hand out to the children as gifts... )

( Somehow that feels like part of a distant past now... )

Haah...

ー Kou enters the room

Kou: Heya~! M-neko-chan~!

Yui: ...Kou-kun?

Kou: No need to act so surprised, right? What’s wrong? You seem kind of down?

Yui: Um, could you please knock on the door before entering? I’d really appreciate it...

Kou: Eh~~? Why bother going through the extra trouble?

Besides, I live here, remember? My house, my rules, no?

Yui: H-Hm...That might be the case, but...

( I have a feeling he won’t understand... )

So, why are you here? Is there anything you need from me...?

Kou: Hm~~? I only came to hang out because I was bored~

Yui: I see. Are you off from work today?

Kou: Exactly! Today’s my first free day in a long time!

Anyway, more importantly, M-neko-chan. You were talking about how it’s Christmas Eve today earlier...Right?

Yui: Yeah...I had a bit of an ‘oh, right!’ moment.

Kou: ‘Oh, right’...? You’re talking as if you only just noticed.

Yui: Yeah...But I really did recall only now. It totally slipped my mind...

Kou: To think you’d forget about such an important event! Is everything okay, M-neko-chan?

Yui: I mean, you guys don’t celebrate Christmas, do you?

Kou: Hmー Well, we’re Vampires after all. We obviously don’t feel like celebrating it, nor are we interested.

Yui: ...Figured as much. There aren’t any Christmas decorations inside the house either...

Besides, I haven’t gone out much as of late either...

Kou: Now that you mention it, you’ve just been going back and forth between here and school without making any additional stops, huh?

If you were to head out, you’d discover that the whole city is in a Christmas mood. 

There really is no way to look past it, whether you like it or not...

Yui: Yeah, but I haven’t gotten a chance to go look...So I completely forgot...

Kou: Hmー...

Ah, say, M-neko-chan? How have you spent your Christmas Eve in the past?

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: I mean, I don’t know how normal families celebrate the holidays.

Yui: Hm...Right. My personal experience might be a little different from the standard though.

Kou: Heeh? In what way?

Yui: You know that my Father works as a Priest, right?

Kou: Ahー I feel like I heard that somewhere before.

Yui: We hold a Mass at church on Christmas day, so we have to prepare for that the night before.

Kou: Prepare? Like the Christmas lights they put up in town?

Yui: Yeah. Ours weren’t quite as elaborate, of course.

On the day of the Mass, the visitors light a candle, take a seat and pray...

Then afterwards we read passages from the Bible.

At the very end, someone will play the orgle and everyone sings together.

It creates such a lovely medley of singing voices...I loved that part.

Kou: Hmm, I see...But is that actually fun?

Yui: Yeah, it is. It is an important day to me after all.

( It’s a day full of memories of the time I spent with Father as well, after all... )

Kou: Hmー So that’s how it is. I mean, I don’t really understand but...Oh, I know!

The other day, this one person at work told me that Christmas Eve is a special day you should spend with your lover. (1)

Have you ever spent Christmas Eve with a special someone before?

Yui: No...I was always helping out for the Mass at Church after all...

Kou: I see...

ー Ruki enters the room

Ruki: The two of you are making a ruckus. At least close the door when you’re talking.

Yui: Ah, Ruki-kun...Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun as well. What’s the matter?

Yuma: We just happened to run into each other in the hallway. Ya guys were talkin’ hella loud.

Yui: S-Sorry...

Azusa: Eve and Kou...The two of you seemed to be having a fun chat.

Kou: Really? It wasn’t anything special though.

Ruki: Anyway, Kou, come with me. Livestock, you stay in your room.

Yui: S-Sure...

Kou: Eh~~...? Oh well, whatever. I got to learn something new at least.

See you later, M-neko-chan~!

ー The four of them leave

Yui: They left...

( Somehow it suddenly got quiet. )

( ...Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded talking for a little longer... )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: ...Say, say, Ruki-kun. Why don’t the four of us throw a Christmas party?

Ruki: Haah...I was wondering what you would bring up all of a sudden.

Kou: I mean, M-neko-chan seemed kind of sad, you see~

She was raised at a Church, right?

So it seems like Christmas and such brings back a lot of memories for her.

Yuma: So that’s what the two of ya were talkin’ ‘bout earlier, huh?

Azusa: ...Say, what is...Christmas?

Kou: Ah, are you interested, Azusa-kun?

Christmas itself is on the 25th of December and the day before that is called ‘Christmas Eve’.

It’s the day on which they celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ~

Azusa: Heeh, then...Today is the 24th so it’s...Christmas Eve...right?

Kou: Exactlyー! So I was thinking we could hold a little celebration?

Ruki: Azusa, did you not celebrate Christmas back when you were still human?

Azusa: ...We did not have that kind of celebration...

Ruki: How about you, Yuma?

Yuma: Hmー... Now that ya mention it, I do feel as if the city was a lil’ more lively ‘round this time of year...I think...?

I might have celebrated it back when I was a child, but I forgot.

Kou: I’m pretty sure my answer should be obvious but...Ah, you must have celebrated it, right, Ruki-kun?

Ruki: Well, yes.

Kou: Makes sense. You are a rich boy after all~

Azusa: Say, Ruki? How exactly do you celebrate it...?

Ruki: You decorate the inside of the house, say your prayers to God and enjoy a meal with the whole family.

There’s special foods and snacks which are only enjoyed on that particular day of year...

Also, you would exchange presents...I suppose that about sums it up.

Azusa: ...Exchanging presents...I honestly don’t care about the exchanging part. I’d much rather just be on the receiving end of all the punches...

Kou: Ahaha...Putting your wishes aside for a second...

Don’t you want to try and hold a Christmas party?

We’ve never really done something like that with the whole family, right? Come on, why not?

Ruki: Family, huh...?

Yuma: That bein’ said, Vampires celebratin’ the birth of Christ is kinda fucked up, no?

Kou: Should we not? Do you think he’ll be upset with us?

Ruki: ...Well, while I doubt he will be thrilled about it, that man has connections to the Church of his own, so he might understand in a sense.

I doubt he will condemn us if we hold a small celebration at home.

Kou: Right~? In that case, let’s get this party rolling~!

Ruki: Yuma, Azusa. What do you two think?

Yuma: ...Ahー...

Azusa: ...

Yuma: Oi, Kou. The Sow’s havin’ a rough time, right?

Kou: Yeah, she is.

Azusa: I...personally don’t care much about the party itself but...I don’t want...Eve to be sad...

Yuma: Nnー Well, it’s not really for her sake, but I don’t see any harm in doin’ this sorta stuff for once?

Ruki: ...

Kou: Fufu~ In that case, we just need permission from Ruki-kun...~!

Ruki: Haah...You’ll all be helping out, including during the clean-up, understood?

Yuma: Oh! Which means...

Ruki: Exactly...I suppose it will make for a nice change of pace.

We haven’t really spent much time together as a family up until now after all.

Furthermore, pleasing Livestock is part of our duty as her masters.

Kou: Hooray~~!!

In that case, we need to get started with all of the preparations!

Azusa: ...

Ruki: Oi, Azusa. Where are you going?

Azusa: I figured I’d go...tell Eve that we’ve decided to hold a party...

Kou: Eh!? You’re going to tell her?

Yuma: Aah? Should we not?

Kou: Hmー Don’t you think this is a perfect chance to make it a surprise?

Yuma: Surprise...? The fuck’s that?

Ruki: It means to catch them by surprise. In other words, you keep it a secret until the very second they arrive at the party...

Kou: I’m sure she’ll be ten times happier than if she already knew about the party beforehand!

I’m an idol, remember?

So I’ve had people throw a surprise birthday party for me before. 

I felt so happy back then!

Yuma: Hm. Is that how it works? Well, fine by me.

Ruki: Azusa, you’ve heard us. You don’t need to go inform her.

Azusa: Mmh. Understood...

Kou: Hmー Holding a Christmas party is fine and all but...

Yuma: The problem’s how to prepare for it. We need to decorate the place, but I have no fuckin’ clue which decorations to pick.

Azusa: I wonder what kind of...dishes we should serve...?

Kou: Let’s leave that part to Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Right. Just leave the cooking up to me. Which leaves...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ( Hm...It’s a little chilly in here... )

( I’m pretty sure quite some time has passed since the others left as well. I wonder what they’re up to...? )

( Right. I suppose I’ll check up on them while I go grab myself a hot beverage. )

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ...

Kou: Let’s leave that part to Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Right. Just leave the cooking up to me. Which leaves...

Yui: ( Ah...Kou-kun and Ruki-kun’s voices... )

( I wonder what they’re talking about...? )

Excuse meーー

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Ruki: ...Oh...

Kou: Eh? M-neko-chan!?

Yuma: ...Ya sure have the worst timin’, huh...?

Yui: Eh!? I’m sorry. Should I not have come in...?

Azusa: No, it’s fine...We were just talking about throwing you a surprise Christmas party

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: Waiーー!! Azusa-kun! What are you saying!?

Azusa: I mean...It’s not like we can still cover it up at this point. If we try and hide it...We’ll only end up making her uncomfortable. ...Right?

Ruki: Yes, Azusa, you are absolutely right. We could have always sent her back to her room, but I’m sure she would have been worried about us secretly scheming something behind her back.

If we upset her, we’re basically rendering our intentions null.

Yuma: Haah, I mean, that’s true but...We could have at least tried to keep it a secret...

Kou: Haah...Guess there’s no point now...

ーー And with that being said, we shall now commence with the preparations of the Mukami family’s very own Christmas party~!

Yui: Eh...!? We’re holding a Christmas party together!?

Yuma: That’s what we said earlier, remember? Are yer ears still workin’?

Yui: No, they are but...I’m just shocked...

I’m just wondering if it’s okay for you all to celebrate Christmas even though you’re Vampires?

Ruki: You don’t need to worry about that.

Kou: Exactly! Don’t fret over the small details~!

Are you not happy? You get to celebrate with us!

Yui: Of course I am...! I’m just surprised, that’s all.

Kou: I don’t think there’s any time to be surprised though? We have to hurry up and  prepare or Christmas will be here before we know it!

Yui: Ah, right!

Kou: Okayー! Let’s get started with these preparations right away!

Azusa: Eve...We’ve never held a proper party before...Can you tell us what we should do...?

Kou: First off, it’d be a great help if you could give us some pointers on how to decorate the house.

Yui: Well, we have to make actual decorations first...

Ruki: I assume it would be much quicker to just head to the store rather than explaining it here first.

Yuma: Good point. I doubt I’ll understand from some explanation alone.

Azusa: ...Yeah...

Ruki: There you have it. We are heading out at once.

Yui: Sure!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the department store

Yui: ( I never thought I’d one day go shopping with all of the guys like this... )

( That alone counts as a Christmas miracle. )

Yuma: Whatcha been grinnin’ ‘bout this whole time?

Yui: Ah, right. I’m just so happy we’re all able to go shopping like this...

Yuma: Heh, you’re gonna find yerself lost ‘gain if ya keep yer head in the clouds like that. Wouldn’t be the first time after all.

Yui: I...I’ll be careful.

Kou: Fufufu, so you’re aware of it at least.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( It’s not that I actually walk away by myself though... )

Ruki: The food’s next on the list, huh? Oi, is there anything in particular you’d like to eat?

Azusa: ...I’d like something doused in plenty of red chili powder...

Ruki: ...Azusa, let’s try and stick to Christmas food this time.

Azusa: ...Fine...

But what exactly is ‘Christmas food’...?

Ruki: Hm...

Yuma: ...We don’t know if our personal preferences fit the holiday spirit after all.

So shouldn’t we just leave that choice up to the Sow?

Kou: Exactly. That’s why we called her over, so the two of you should talk it over and make a quick decision.

Ruki: ...I suppose it cannot be helped. That seems like the most time-efficient solution. 

Livestock, what did your family eat for Christmas?

Yui: Let’s see...I suppose Turkey or Roast Beef are both staples on any Christmas dinner table!

Ruki: You’re only naming meat...

Yui: Of course, we eat salad as well? Mixing in vegetables cut into cute shapes and such...

Yuma: The fuck does that mean? All veggies are the same, right?

Yui: You can use cutters to shape them like hearts or stars. I guess you’ll get an idea if we go to the deli counter...?

Yuma: Ready-made dishes?

Yui: Ah, I didn’t mean we have to buy anything, but I figured we could gather some inspiration.

Yuma: Geez, I thought ya were gonna take the easy way out. It’s a party after all.

So we’re obviously gonna make everythin’ at home from scratch, right?

Yui: Yeah! Of course.

Ruki: I suppose it’ll give us an idea of what we can make. Well then, let’s go buy the ingredients first.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: I’m glad we got our hands on some delicious-looking meat!

Ruki: Yes. I’m looking forward to preparing it.

Yui: ( I managed to buy everything I need for the cake as well, so I’ll try my best at making it! )

( I hope they’ll like it... )

Kou: Say, let’s go pick out a tree next! The biggest one they have!

Yuma: Geez, are ya a lil’ kid or somethin’?

Yui: Fufu, you’re interested in decorating it, right?

Kou: I mean, it’s all sparkly and pretty, right? Just like me, no?

Azusa: Let’s buy lots of star-shaped decorations...

Kou: Come on, Azusa-kun. Don’t ignore me.

Azusa: Eh...? Ah, yeah...Sorry...

Yui: Do you like stars, Azusa-kun?

Azusa: Yeah...They’ve got these sharp and pointy ends...So I’m sure they’d hurt a lot...

Yui: S-So that’s why...

Ruki: Azusa, you better not think of tainting those stars with your blood.

Kou: Exactly! Today’s Christmas after all, a day you are meant to enjoy with your family!

Well then~ Which one to buy?

ー Kou runs off

Ruki: Oi, Kou. Don’t run off by yourself. 

I won’t allow for any extra purchases. We’ll only buy the necessities.

Kou: Eeeeeh~? Whaaat~? You cheapskate!

Ruki: I don’t mind being a cheapskate. This is important money we’ve received from that man.

I can’t be wasteful with it.

Kou: Well, I get where you’re coming from but...

Yui: ( Everyone seems to be having fun. )

( Like this, it almost seems like we’ve become an actual family... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Phew, we bought more than I anticipated.

Yuma: That’s ‘cause Kou kept on wantin’ to buy all this shit, right?

Kou: Eeh~? You’re blaming me? Fufu, I won’t deny it. However, we didn’t buy anything we didn’t need, right?

Yuma: I mean, we didn’t, I guess...

Ruki: Let’s go over everything one more time. Is this pretty much everything we need for the tree and decorations...?

Yui: Yeah! We’re all set!

Yuma: We’ve got the vegetables I grew at home as well, so this should do.

Kou: Aah~ We’re actually celebrating Christmas. I can’t wait!

Ruki: Kou, you’re being way too excited. Mind your manners.

Kou: Oh come on, let me be! I never got to experience this as a child after all!

Yuma: Well then, we’re gonna be busy once we get home~!

Yui: Speaking of which...Where did Azusa-kun...? Ah, there he is!

( I wonder why he’s just standing there? )

Azusa: Say, Ruki...

Ruki: ...? What’s the matter?

Azusa: I want this knife...

Yui: K-Knife...?

( Why is he holding a knife...? )

Kou: Hold up, Azusa-kun, where did you get that?

Azusa: ...Why not? I want this to give me pain... 

Yui: A-Azusa-kun! What are you saying...!?

Ruki: Azusa, go return it to the store.

Azusa: Please? ...The shape of this blade is so pretty, and it looks very sharp as well...

Ruki: No means no. Azusa, you have to put it back where you found it.

Azusa: No way....But I want it so badly...I can’t give up on it...

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: ...Come on, I want it, no matter what...

Kou: Azusa-kun! You don’t need a knife on a fun day like this!

Azusa: No...This is special...

Yui: ( What to do? Azusa-kun’s not giving in at all. )

Yuma: Oi, at this rate we’ll never make it back home.

Azusa: Then...Can we buy it?

Yuma: Just listen to Ruki for today. Ya can buy that crap whenever, right?

Azusa: ...

Yuma: God, listen up...

Ruki: Azusa.

Yui: ( O-Oh no...Ruki-kun started getting angry as well. )

U-Um, Azusa-kun...

Yuma: Ya stay out of this.

Yui: B-But...

Yuma: Geez, guess it can’t be helped. I’ll go bring it back with him.

Ruki: My bad, Yuma.

Yuma: Yeah. ...Come on, Azusa, let’s go.

Azusa: ...No.

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah! Yuma-kun! If you grab him by his collar like that, you’ll hurt him....

Azusa: Ah...It hurts...I can barely breathe...Haah...Amazing...Uu...

Yui: ( A-Azusa-kun is...happy? )

Ruki: Azusa, don’t cause Yuma too much trouble, okay?

Azusa: Yeah...

Yuma: Che! Ya say that but you’re already bein’ a pain in the ass! Come on, walk by yerself already!

Azusa: Nn, but...It’s suffocating...

Yuma: That’ll fix itself if ya just use yer own damn legs, no?

Azusa: It’d rather stay like this a little longer.

Yui: ( He’ll be okay, right? Yuma-kun’s with him after all... )

ー Yuma walks away with Azusa

Ruki: Let’s go. We’ll head back first and get everything ready.

ー Ruki starts walking away

Yui: Eh? Don’t we need to wait for them?

Kou: Yuma-kun may be with him, but knowing Azusa-kun...

Yui: ...?

Kou: Azusa-kun has a hard time letting go of things once they pique his interest.

Yui: I see...

( It might take a while until they get back... )

I hope it won’t turn into a fight.

Kou: Hmー I guess that’ll depend on Azusa-kun’s behavior?

Ruki: What are you two doing? Let’s go.

Kou: Roger~!

Yui: ( Yuma-kun’s actually quite good at looking after others, so we can leave this up to him, right...? )

*TIMESKIP*

 ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: Phew~ These were so heavyー

Ruki: Good grief, I’m exhausted...

Yui: ( We’ve got quite a lot of bags... )

Ruki: Well then, we’ve got no time to lose. Let’s start preparing.

If we procrastinate for too long, we’ll only waste time.

I’m heading towards the kitchen to get started on the food.

Kou: Gotcha~!

Guess I’ll get started with the decorations then.

Ruki: We’re counting on you.

Kou: Roger!

Yui: Ruki-kun, I’ll help out as well!

Ruki: Yeah, that would be great.

Kou: I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ll make for us!

Yui: Mmh! I’ll try my best to make something delicious, okay?

*THUD*

Yuma: Honestly, I went through fuckin’ hell and back!

I’m never cleanin’ up Azusa’s mess again!

Yui: S-Sounds like they’re back. He seems really upset though. I wonder what happened...?

Ruki: I assume Azusa threw one of his stubborn tantrums. Oi, Livestock.

Yui: Y-Yes!

Ruki: Go pass on this message to them. Please tell them they should get started with their own tasks.

Yui: Yeah, sure. I’ll go tell them.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: Welcome back, you two.

Azusa: If I don’t get that knife, I’ll...I’ll...

Yuma: Aah, let it go already! What’s so damn nice ‘bout that knife anyway!?

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( Seems like they don’t even realize I’m here. )

( That being said, if I leave them be, they’ll run late with their preparations. )

Um, you guys! Welcome back!

Azusa: ...Wah...You startled me.

Yuma: Aah? The fuck, Sow? You’ve been standin’ there this whole time? 

Yui: Yeah...Um, Ruki-kun has already started preparing everything, so he’d like the two of you to help out as well. 

Azusa: But, the knifeーー

Yuma: Ya really don’t know when to give up, huh? We’re done talkin’ ‘bout that!

Azusa: ...You blockhead.

Yuma: Speak for yerself!!

Yui: ( O-Oh no... )

( I can’t leave things like this. I have to stop them somehow... )

U-Um!!

Azusa-kun, Kou-kun has started on the decorations, so can I rely on you to help him with that?

Azusa: ...

Yui: Both me and Yuma-kun understand very well just how badly you want that knife...

But we have to get on with the Christmas preparations now, so I’d really appreciate it if you could help out...

Azusa: ...What about you?

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: What will you do?

Yui: I’m going to make the Christmas cake.

Azusa: ...Okay. I want to try your cake, so I’ll forget about the knife...For a while, at least...

Yuma: ‘For a while’, my ass! Forget ‘bout that thing forever!

Yui: Shh, calm down, Yuma-kun.

Azusa: I’ll go help Kou then.

Yui: Yeah, good luck.

ー Azusa walks away

Yuma: Heh. You’re really startin’ to get the hang of how to handle that guy, huh?

Yui: Y-You think so...?

Yuma: Well, whatever. Anyway, Ruki’s already in the kitchen, ya said?

Yui: Yeah, I think he’s getting everything ready to start cooking.

Yuma: I’ll go get some veggies from the garden then.

Yui: Ah, Yuma-kun! Could you maybe let me have some fruit to use for the cake?

Yuma: Roger. I’ll make sure to grab a few, so ya get yer ass over to the kitchen ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah, thanks!

ー Yuma walks away as well

Yui: Well then...

( I’ll try my best to bake the best cake ever as well! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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(1) While the holidays are often associated with family in the West, Christmas and especially Christmas Eve are strongly linked to couples in Japan. 

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[heck-damn-so-i-draw]

Splitting up is something the crew does often when investigating a property of large scale, in legend or size, so it’s almost expected that they would do the same for this episode, but no one knew what terrible outcome this would have later.

Going up the creaky wooden stairs was easy, and David had gone up first so that Brian could watch his back. Marcel swore he could feel something press against his back, and so he tried to hurry the guys he was following up the stairs. Where he was touched then started to burn, and ache. “Ah shit, shit- oww- Fuck- Brian, Guys- Guys hang on I need you to come look at this.” He turns his back to Brian when the two Irishmen turn towards him, and pulls up the back of his shirt, exposing three long scratches down his back. “Oh my god-” David muttered while Brian gasped at the sight. Marcel panicked for a second. Jesus christ what did they find? “What is it-? What the fuck is it!?” 

“Stay still will ye?” Brian stops him and holds him still by putting his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Gimmie the camera.” Marcel complies, wanting to look back on the feed to see what was so shocking. Brian takes the camera and carefully and without shaking, gets footage of the long scratches that intersect his spine. This is so fucked.. 

David is quick to get a vial of holy water out of his pocket (he brought up many for good reason), and pour the whole thing down marcel’s new wounds. “Fuck that stings like a- a a h-” The grown man complains, but tries not to curse as much as he really wants to. He drops his shirt and shivers, taking the camera back from brian, pausing the feed and looking a few seconds back to see it. His face drops, and even though he’s darker complected, his face seems to pale. 

This can’t be real.. It almost makes him sick that the holy water stung the scratches. It shouldn’t sting, why does it sting? Ugh.. He’ll have to ask later, he’s starting to get a headache. He puts his hand over his forehead and jumps a bit when he feels a hand on his shoulder, but when he looks up it’s just a kind pale face of the irish priest. “Hey, are ye alright ‘dere bud?” David’s face is concerned as Marcel seems to try and find words, but nothing comes out. He’s fine, he’s conscious... right? To the world, he’s blank. Oh my god this is infuriating- He can barely hear David’s voice, so he shakes his head. “I- gotta get outta here..” He mumbles quietly, finally, jesus. “Brian take the- take the camera I gotta get out of this fucking place.” He shoves the camera at the other irishman, barely caring if the camera fell or not. David nodded at Brian before helping Marcel down the stairs. It’s too dangerous to be alone, but at least Brian can see what is attacking him. 

“Careful there now, I gotcha, don’t wanna slip on these stairs, no, that’d be real bad.” David mutters to Marcel after the dizzy cameraman nearly falls. 

Brian watches them leave him upstairs, alone, with nothing but a camera and his own abilities. Well… that’s not very helpful stress-wise, but he’s no more worried than he has been this whole time. The Irishman turns around to look up and down the hallway before trying to explore either side, when he’s jumpscared by the scarred up, distorted red face of the demon that’s been taunting them. It’s gone as quick as it came in a flash, but it leaves Brian to clutch the camera so hard in one hand that he starts to fear he’ll break it. Then out of the corner of his eye.. He sees the little shadow he saw from earlier, peeking out from behind a door. When the little shadow seems to face Brian, it suddenly slams the door shut. Brian flinches at the loud echoey bang, then nearly jumps out of his skin at the static crinkle of Evan’s voice trying to call him on the little walkie talkie he has.

“Come on hanby, calm down.” He tells himself, then shakily reaches for the walkie talkie attached to his belt loop. He brings it close to his face as he continues to look around in a paranoid state. He presses a button and it beeps, making a little light turn green and a bit more static. “What’d you say, Evan?”

He lets go of the button and a few seconds later Evan’s voice comes in again, staticy but still audible. “ ..What’s going on up there?..” 

“Fockin’- Marcel got scratched pretty bad, started feelin’ sick so david took him back ta base.” Brian replies, then waits for Evan’s reply again. 

It takes a second or two, meaning he’s probably talking to tyler about something. 

“Fuck dude, alright, stay safe… Meet us downstairs in 10 minutes.” Awesome, great, now Brian can investigate this little guy in this room. After turning on the camera, He reaches for the doorknob, when the ghost from the porch comes back, angrily staring Brian down as if threatening him not to go any further. “Wha’s in here that y’er so mad about?” Brian asks himself mostly, confused as to what this ghost’s deal is. Brian reaches through the spirit, making it seemingly dissipate as he grabs the door handle. 

Almost like whiplash, he’s thrown into a time that doesn’t feel like his own. The house around him looks so much more … new. What? He hears a loud thudding on the stairs, running up and coming towards him. Brian’s too scared of what it might be, so he quickly throws the door open and runs in, shutting the door behind him and locking it. His breathing is heavy, but he feels someone.. Else.. in the room. He slowly turns around, to see a young boy, no older than 11, sitting in the corner of the room. Bloody bandages are wrapped around the left side of his face, Scratched up little hands clutching an old squirrel plushie. Pounding starts on the door, aggressive pounding and a muffled voice that Brian can’t quite make out. He backs away from the door a bit in fear, and steps over to the little boy, crouching low to his level. “Something terrible must have happened ‘ere..” He mumbles, and the little boy just starts to cry softly, a cry which echoes in the room, echoes in Brian’s ears. Screaming persists somewhere outside the room, and Brian is pulled back to reality, his pale hand on the door handle, clutching it so hard it might break off. 

He swallows hard and takes his trembling hand off of it, steps away from the door, and rubs his face. “Focking hell…”

~~~

Meanwhile downstairs, Evan and Tyler have a concern of their own. The kitchen is dark and even without the flashlight, you can see that everything is a mess. There are symbols on the walls, symbols that neither man understands, but are scared by anyway. The bright yellow light from Evan’s flashlight stretches over details of the old 1900’s looking kitchen. There are mysterious red stains on the floor and glass everywhere, accompanied by the usual 100 year accumulation of dirt and structural damage. Someone had destroyed this kitchen. If not recently then repeatedly over a few years. “Jesus christ..” Tyler says while he looks around with his camera. Then in the far side of the room, there seems to be a large, white metal door. A little window to see inside at the top of the door, but painted over it messily is a black Ω. As Evan starts to walk towards it a loud SLAM! Can be heard from upstairs. It makes both men jump and twist towards the sound. Evan immediately grabs the walkie talkie off his hip and presses the button on it to talk. “Brian? Brian what the fuck was that?”

He lets go of the button and hears only static until Brian’s voice comes through. 

“What’d ye say, Evan?”

“What’s going on up there?”

“Fockin’- Marcel got scratched pretty bad, started feelin’ sick so david took him back ta base.”

 Tyler and Evan exchange a look and Tyler shakes his head. “This is so fucked, man.”

“Fuck dude, alright, stay safe… Meet us downstairs in 10 minutes.” Evan tells Brian, and puts the walkie talkie back on his hip. He feels a whisper in his ear and freezes for a second as he listens to it..

“You sure you boys don’t have any beaaannss?” 

Fuck, the homeless ghost. Evan chooses to ignore it for now. “Alright we’ve got 10 minutes to get this thing open and see what’s inside.” Evan tells his buddy, then offers to take the camera by holding out his hand. “Get the - the one thing.”

“The one thing?”

“You know what I mean, Tyler.”

Tyler rolls his eyes and takes off his backpack. Yeah, he knows what Evan means. He takes out the pair of home depot specialty bolt cutters and takes them to the chain of the door that’s locking the freezer shut. “Hopefully there isn’t a dead body in here.” 

The chains fall to the ground and echo in the kitchen. “Wait, don’t open it yet. I hear someone.” Evan takes a step closer to the door when he hears the faint and tired cry muffled behind it. This is a different voice...

“H..lp...please…”

If Evan didn’t know any better, he’d say this voice belonged to that of someone living, but… there’s no way. 

“Open it.” Evan instructs, pointing the camera at the handle and Tyler’s hand. Tyler sighs.

“Oh we are so gonna find a dead body in here, fuuuck..”

Tyler pulls on the door handle, and finds just how stuck it is. Whoever was in here really had no hope of getting out. Tyler pulls harder, and harder when that doesn’t work. He’s straining and when a vein on his neck seems like it’s about to burst, the door pops open. Tyler lets go of the handle and breaths for a second before getting in between the door and door frame, and pushes the door open the rest of the way. Then he moves out of the way and gestures at it. “Well there you go, go in.”

Please Evan, go in, tyler has a bad feeling about it and refuses to say it.

It’s musty  and smells like death, a dusty death, about a 100 years old. Or something like that.

Evan gives him a look and then shines his flashlight into the pitch darkness. The light shows nothing at first, an empty room with nothing on its shelves. It’s disturbing in its own right. It’s still a bit cold, but it seems even colder for some reason, even though there’d been no power in here for who knows how long. “Well, no dead bodies- oH FUCK.” The light had been gleamed into every corner of the room, but it wasn’t until it reached the closest corner to them that it found something. 

A dry skeleton, dressed up in very old and moth eaten clothes, a black bowtie, and a strange bandana over its eyes. Rat’s nest concealed under the bones of its ribcage and shirt fabric.

“Oh my god…” Tyler looks at it and both men go pale. Evan feels a hand on his shoulder, and when he turns to look at Tyler, Tyler is frozen in place.. Hands to his side.

“Thank you.”

Something whispers into his ear, and then it no longer feels so cold. 

☠ ⛥̶̙̙̔́⛥̵̨͎̆́Ś̵̪̱̅ǭ̴̀m̵͓͙̍̅ĕ̶͍̿t̵̟̙͐͋h̴̹̉ị̴̌̈n̷͈̯͛̏g̷͎͖͗ ̸̗͗̽͜d̴̡̻͝į̸͆d̴̠̩̈́n̶̠͗͑'̸͈͐́ẗ̷̜́ ̴̣͖̄l̵̨͇͒i̷̮͕͆̍k̴̯͐͘ẹ̷̦̃͌ ̷̨̞̐̆t̴̰̚h̵̯͆͒ȁ̷͓̀ͅt̶͖̠̓.̶͈̖͂ ̷͇̌͐Ŝ̶̘̱ó̸̘͒m̵̜̊e̸̹͛͌t̵̺̄h̶̞̓͛ì̶̡̹͛n̸͎̒ǧ̷̣̭̏ ̴̣̅̇d̶̛͓̖̋i̵͈̰̅̉d̶̞̗̃n̶̪͆'̵̘̩̈́̓t̴̬̮́ ̵̝̘͋l̸̡̔̏i̵͕̓k̸̞̀͆e̵͓̖͊͠ ̵̢̹͐̕t̴̙̦̀͊h̶̗̀ã̴̗̅t̴̤̋̄͜.̷͙̈́͝ ̷̼̪̑S̷̼̃̓O̴͚͛̓M̶̜̀E̸̹̓̓T̷̘̪̋H̸̼̽I̸̭͎͗̐Ņ̶̜͊̀Ǵ̸̫̼ ̶̩̊̈́D̸̟̖̾̓I̷̗̰̾D̶̙̃N̶͍̺̒́'̵̭͗͝T̷̞̜̍͝ ̶̲͚́̐Ļ̷̲̍̑I̵̛͎͓K̵̞͂Ë̷̺̻͌ ̷̧̜̒T̶̗͌Ḥ̵̣͊̓A̷̟̘͠T̷͔͊.̶̙͓̎⛧̷̛ͅ⛧̸̙͘͜⛥̷͈͂ ⛧

Suddenly both men are hit with a smashing headache and nausea, somewhere in the house, or all around them that they can’t pinpoint, now can be heard a loud growl, and a crash. 

Without even looking at the other, Evan and Tyler both run out of the kitchen.. And are met with a horrific sight. 

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[boysdontcryblood]

Chapter Four

[warnings for reform school setting, mentions of non-conventional punishment, and demonic/supernatural elements]

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Otto had not been looking forward to the weekend. Usually, high school students couldn’t wait for the break from classes, but since they lived in this pathetic excuse of a schoolhouse the students were watched with an even closer eye than usual. Nobody got away with anything on the weekends, and it was not something Otto enjoyed very much. So, needless to say, he was kind of dreading Saturday and Sunday.

That is, until he had found the planchette. 

The thing had just been sitting on the top shelf of one of the cabinets (that Otto had had to use a stepping stool to reach), abandoned and covered in dust, and, honestly, Otto had been doing it a favor by slipping it into his coat pocket. Luckily that bitch Steele hadn’t noticed, and he walked away from the remedial study with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“What’s with the smile? Did you suddenly start getting off on cleaning or something?” asked Awsten as the younger boy hurried to catch up with him. Sergeant Steele had tried his best to keep them separated, and Otto had missed his so-called partner in crime. With Awsten back at his side he felt rejuvenated, and even though his hands hurt like hell the presence of the other boy was enough to permanently cheer Otto up.

With the smirk still growing and widening on his face, Otto grabbed Awsten’s hand and practically dragged him towards their shared dorm room. As soon as they were both inside and the door was locked, Otto pulled out the planchette and tossed it to Awsten.

“What... Where did you-”

“It was just sitting there in one of the closets.”

“You didn’t find the actual board that went with it?”

“I searched the rest of the closets again while Steele went to the bathroom. This was all that I found.”

Awsten hummed, turning the planchette over and over in his hands. It was still kind of dusty, but once Awsten wiped off the dust with his uniform jacket sleeve the smooth black surface seemed to stare directly into his soul.

“Cool. How are we gonna use it without an actual ouija board, though?”

Otto didn’t even blink as he responded. “We could make our own. We’d have to do it in secret, but-”

“Perfect. I’ll google what we need.”

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Sunday night rolled around, and Otto found himself sitting across from Awsten on their dorm room floor with a brand new ouija board placed between them. The board itself wasn’t much to look at; it was literally a piece of cardboard with letters scrawled on it in Awsten’s rushed handwriting. The planchette was placed in the middle of the board, and the two boys tentatively placed their fingertips on the shiny black object. An electrifying shock ran up and down Otto’s arms, and he shivered.

“Remember, don’t let go until the very end.” Otto nodded solemnly, and Awsten grinned. Otto double checked that the candles and sage were still burning and that the salt barrier remained unbroken before he turned back to Awsten.

“How do we st-”

“Hey, all you ghosts out there! It’s me... uh, your boy, Awsten!”

Otto sighed and rolled his eyes. However, as amusing as Awsten’s introduction had seemed, the planchette remained motionless. 

“Uh, hello? Is anybody there?”

“Let me try,” said Otto. He cleared his throat before speaking. “If there are any ghosts here with us tonight, can you please let us know.”

The planchette didn’t budge.

“Wow, lame.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” Awsten let out a small “hmph” but otherwise did as Otto demanded. Otto let the silence carry on for roughly thirty more seconds before making a second and third attempt. Both ended in failure, and by the end of his third try at talking to ghosts he could see Awsten getting fidgety.

“What now, Awsten?”

“I wanna try again.”

“Go for it.”

Awsten took the lead again, but as soon as he opened his mouth Otto felt something else enter the room. It had no physical form— Otto couldn’t see anybody or anything else in the surrounding area— but there was definitely a third being with them. It wasn’t just a passing spirit or whatever either; no, it was something powerful and evil. The hair on the back of Otto’s neck stood up, and his arms erupted into goosebumps as the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.

Fucking finally.

Awsten made pointed eye contact, his mouth still hanging open, and Otto knew he felt it too. The rational part of his brain, however small it may be, was telling him to stop, to end the ritual and to get out of the room as fast as possible, but-

“Hello there. I’m Awsten, and that’s Otto. Can you tell us your name?”

Too late now.

The negative feeling only got stronger and stronger, and just as Otto was about to suggest ending the ritual the planchette started to move beneath his fingertips.

“Holy shit,” Awsten breathed. Otto didn’t move as the pointer moved to spell out whatever the entity’s name was.

“N...O...N...A...M...E... “No name”?”

Or, uh... maybe not its name. “You don’t have a name?” The planchette slid to the “YES” that was hastily scribbled next to the badly-drawn sun. 

“Cool, okay, you don’t have a name. That’s cool. Do you have anything that we can refer to you as?”

The planchette moved over to the “NO”. 

“Okay, then can you tell us what you are?”

N...O...T...A...G...H...O...S...T

“Not a ghost. Awesome,” Otto muttered. Awsten grinned at him before asking the next question.

“Can we guess what you are? Sort of like a 21 questions type of deal?”

YES

“Alright, so, uh... were you a human before you became what you are now?”

NO

“So you were created as you are?”

YES

This back and forth session continued on for several minutes, with Awsten doing the main portion of the talking, save for when Otto would suggest a question to ask the creature, and answer by answer they approached a conclusion.

“I think I got it,” Awsten whispered. Otto raised his eyebrows at Awsten, as if to try and tell his roommate to get on with it.

“Are you a demon?”

Much to Otto’s conjoined horror and excitement, the planchette moved to the ‘YES’.

“Holy shit,” Awsten said for the second time that night. The planchette moved away, but then returned to the ‘YES’ after a millisecond.

“Oh, you have a sense of humor. Alright, buddy, I have another question for you if that’s alright.”

G...O...A...H...E...A...D

“If you possessed someone— say, me, for a hypothetical situation— what would happen to whoever you possessed? Like, would they get freaky skills and shit, or would it just be a miserable ride-along?”

“Awsten-”

“Not now, Otto, the adults are talking.” 

Otto stared at Awsten in shock as his friend followed the planchette moving over the board. Was he being fucking serious? He didn’t even care about what the demon was saying to Awsten. Sure, he had thought that talking to the demon was fun, but possession was on a whole different level. Even he knew that nothing good could come from Awsten being inhabited by a demon.

By the time Otto finally looked back down to the board, the demon had finished spelling out whatever long and complicated answer it was trying to give. He didn’t know what the demon had said, but Awsten looked pleased enough, which was never a good sign.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“Awsten, please think about this. You don’t know what it’ll do if it has control of your body.”

“Hey, relax. It’s my body, it’s not gonna take total control of me. I’m gonna use it to bust us out of here and beat up all the teachers, and there’s nothing it can do because it’s in my body.”

“A-”

“So, demon. I am totally on board with this possession thing. Tell me how we get started.”

The planchette moved from where it had come to rest in the middle of the board to once again cover the ‘NO’.

“No? What do you mean no?” The planchette remained motionless, but the demon hadn’t yet left. It was ignoring Awsten, or at least refusing to fulfill his wishes. Otto could see Awsten getting visibly madder. He was beginning to regret his decision to go along with this.

“Alright, dickhead, listen up. I’ll make you a deal; you possess me and help me and my friend bust out of this fucking hellhole of a school, and I won’t call a priest to banish you back to hell.”

“Jesus Christ, Awsten!” Otto yelled. Beneath them, the planchette moved again, but it only swirled around the board in figure-eight motions.

“What does that mean? Why is it doing that?” Awsten asked.

“It means it wants to leave the board.” Otto began sliding the planchette over to the ‘GOODBYE’ in order to close the board and release the demon, but Awsten stopped him.

“No, we’re not letting it go until it possesses me! It’s being a little bitch, and I don’t like little bitches.”

That did it. The planchette began to move faster and faster, and both Awsten and Otto had trouble keeping their fingers on it. A strong gust of wind ruffled Otto’s hair, but he was too busy focusing on the planchette that he didn’t pay attention to the wind until it completely obliterated the salt barrier. The candles burned brighter, with the tops of the flames nearly reaching the ceiling, before going out altogether and plunging the room into almost total darkness. Any scent of sage that had been in the air before was now gone.

“Awsten, you pissed it off! Just end it and let it go!” Otto cried out. Awsten didn’t respond, so Otto took that as his cue to end everything. He slid the planchette over to ‘GOODBYE’ again, and as soon as Otto’s hands had reached their destination the wind stopped. The candles were re-lit, and the smell of sage returned. The salt barrier didn't return, but Otto was okay with that. The demon’s presence was no longer in the room, and they were safe.

Otto looked at Awsten, who was glaring right back at him. He was almost as pissed as the demon had been, but Otto wasn’t scared of his roommate.

“You’re not allowed to talk to demons anymore.”

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tho̕s̸e idiot̷s͝ f̢iņa̵l̕l҉y̧ closȩd͜ ͜t̕h̵e ̸boa͠r̀d͢. i fl̷ed ̢f̴r̴o̴m̷ t̶h͢e r̨o̸o͟m,̧ b͟u̷t̴ i di͠d̸ņ't̶ l͘eave͞ ҉t̸he̡ ͜b҉u͟ildi҉ng͝.͜ ̕th͝ìs was̸ m̨y҉ h͞o͜m̸e—͜ h҉a͜d ̨b̢èȩǹ ͟fo̡r y͜e҉ars—̸ ͏an̶d̷ i ̕w͢a͘s̕n'͟t͜ ab̨o͜u͠t ҉t̴o l͜eav͞e̢ jưs͏t͞ b҉eca͏u͡se͡ s̢o͞me̴ ̡ṕu͝nk di̛sresp̀ect̵e҉d ͠me̶.͘

i͡ ҉m̢ad̨e m̡y͞ ͞way͞ ̡throu̵gh̢ t͏he ͘ha͡l͏ļs of͝ ͡t̢h̛e ́b͜ui̢ldi̸n͟ǵ, ̷tu͜r̶n͝in͏g ͢çorne͘r̨ ͏af͠te̢r ̵cơr̢n̡er ͠a͞ņd͡ d͏odgin͡g͟ s͘everal̷ sp͘i̵r̸i̵ts. one o͘f́ th͜e͞m, a͡ sa͟d͠-look̛inǵ b͠oy wit̛ḩ a͟ ́ba͘seba͝l͞l ͟c̸ap ̨on̵ h͢i̷s̴ hea̸d ͜a҉nd ̀a̸n èlectr͡i͘c g̡uita͢r ̨ín͟ ͢his̕ ḩan͟ḑs,̀ ̡look̢ȩd͢ úp ̷a͢t ̧ḿe as ͟i ͘p̕a͡ss̷e̴d̀, ̨b̵ut i ̸díd̛n'͠t e҉vèn s̸p͢ár҉e h̀i͝m a̕ s̶econd ҉lo͠ok ̴a̢s i̛ ̡w͠eńt҉.̴

i̵ ̀so͡o͘n ͘f̸ound͏ m͡ys̶elf̷ i҉n͝ ̀a̷nǫther dormįt̛ory ̢r҉oom,͡ and͜ ̢i ̵p̵as͠s͝e͝d th͘roug̷h ͢the ̶doo͠r̷ ea͜s̷il͢y enoug͜h͝.͘ ͜t͡wo y͏o͠un̢g ̀me͞n̕ ẁer̨e͢ s͡l̶ee̸p͘i̶ng̢ ̴so̵und҉l̵ý i͝n͘ t͟h̷is͡ ̵ro̴óm, on̶e͠ i̡n ́eac̸h b̕ed,͠ ̢and̷ ͡i҉ appr͞oa͝c̕hed ͡the b͟ed̡ ͝on ̧th̷e ͝r̨igh́t͜ to͏ in̛sp͞e̵ct͜ ͘t͘he͢ ḩu͝m̡an i̵n̸ ͟i̶t.͢ ͏h̀e͡ ͏w̵as ͝p̛al̕e͘,͏ b̡u҉t҉ ̛no͡t́ ̴t̀o͘o p̢a̡l͟e, an͘ḑ ͞h̵ad͠ s҉ho͜rţ dirty̵-blo̵n̶d͜ę ̸hąi͘r.̢ ̨i͟ ̀c͜o͞u͘ld̛ ţel̵l ̛t҉ha̢t ̵hȩ ̶w̕a҉s mi̡s̕er͠a͝b̕le, and̷ i͡ w̕on̴d͢e̸r̕ed͜ if thát̷ ͠w͠a̕s ̢becąusè of̷ the ̢envir̷on̢m̀ènt͜ ͝he͞ ̷w̢às̕ ̕i̛n͡ ǫr ͡i͢f ̧it́ w̧a͞s͟ fo̡r an̵o̵t̕hér r͠easo̵n͠.̢ st̷i̶ll, he̶ b̀o̵r̸ed͟ ́m̧e, an̢d̡ ͠i͟ m̷o̶ved ̸ţǫ ͝lòǫk át ̕the ot͟hér ̕b͜o͜y.͡ ̶

thi͠ş one ̀i̸nterest̛ed͏ ͝m̶e̴ mo̸re.͜ lo͏n͜g ̴b̴londe̷ ̸h̨aír̀, ͝s͏múdge҉d̶ ͡ęy҉eli̵n͟er͠ tha̸t͘ h͠a̸d ̧bee҉n̕ r̵ébe̸l͠liou͜śl͡y͟ áp̢p̢l͟i̢ed̕ b̨èfo͢re ̕bed͟, ͏an̕d ͏s̶ki̵n ̕nea͘r͢l͝y ͜as ̵tr͡an͟slu҉c͜ent a̸s͏ tra̢c͘ing p̨áp͞er.͟ ͜he,͝ to̡o̷, ̡w̶as̢ ̧m̧i͢s̡èrabl͝e, b͠ut ͏h̨i͞s ͏m̸isery ͟c҉a҉l̀l̸ed͟ out t̴o̢ m͏e l̨i͢ke a ̀s͡ongbi͏rd̴. i̧ ͢w͡ou͞l͝d̀ b̨e̡ h̛oldin̸g͘ ̕mỳ b͟r̨e̷at̡h ̨i̢f͢ ͞i ̴hád th҉e͘ a͘bi̕lįty̴ to̴ ͝b̸re̴at̸he͢.҉

he wa̸ś ̢p̧er̨f̕e̷ćt̡.

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reading hamlet for the first time (act 5: the finale)

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none of you told me it was going to be this painful . none of you.

a5s1

“Ophelia’s dead.” “Enter CLOWNS!”

Like im sure this has a different meaning in EMA but im gonna make fun of it because it’s fucking hilarious. (future (present? (now past once more (?))) antares coming back to say i did look at nfs and yeah theyre gravediggers)

“First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? Second Clown: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.” damn not even just this one quote but these are some depressing clowns

hamlet and horatio!

okay there’s something about all of hamlet’s skull talk that makes me uneasy. like, not even the topic, just something in the words and how earnestly and (pardon my pun) gravely hamlet’s speaking about this. and it’s almost a mournful tune, too. it’s a huge difference from his “we’ll all be eaten by the same worms” speech to the point that it’s almost haunting.

“HAMLET: I will speak to this fellow.” C O N F R O N T

“HAMLET: I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.” (incomprehensible scribbling)

HAMLET, NOT IN ENGLAND: oh yeah lol he was sent to england huh u know why lmao

wait. did the. did the pirate situation get resolved. before act V.

I mean i think hamlet mentioned something about three years but the pirates are so fucking glossed over like what the fuck

“First Clown: 'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.” HOLY SHIT ROAST THEM JFC

“HAMLET: Let me see. (Takes the skull)” THIS IS THE SKULL SCENE! I fucking KNEW it was bullshit that holding the skull was in the to be/not to be speech. I saw it being presented as such like once or twice while reading and I KNEW IT

hm okay so hamlet picks up this guys skull, of someone he used to know, and sure maybe i could ignore the “those lips i have kissed” but then he goes on to mention alexander the great and i mean come on

but jesus like i feel like im not doing justice to the stuff hamlet’s saying. just, the gravity of it all. Its kinda hitting home a bit hard bc like ive had a crippling fear of what happens after death and being forgotten etc since i was like in fourth grade and this is @ing that phobia

like, with that julius ceasar thing. “O that that earth which kept the world in awe / should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw,” it’s so strange. like, every fucking human who has lived, whether they be emperors, murderers, inventors, peasants, or philanthropists- as long as they weren’t blind, they’ve all looked at the same sky. like. It doesnt matter what the fuck you did or didn’t. It’s wild.

“First Priest: No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls.” hey i get that there are cultural taboos around suicide but like this guy’s a dick it isnt even clear if it was suicide, like, she was so fucking crazy she might not have even known she was, y’know, in a lake or w/e

laertes, dude, my guy. maybe jumping into a grave is cosmic foreshadowing for something you don’t want to happen to you. js.

“HAMLET: [Advancing] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane. (Leaps into the grave)” hamlet is NOT one to be out-extra’d (posting-antares here to say, wait, ‘whose phrase of sorrow conjures the stars? is this my aesthetic-speeches-summon-ghosts theory? probably not, but i havent mentioned it for a while)

“LAERTES: The devil take thy soul! (Grappling with him)” IN A FUCKING GRAVE. THEY ARE FIGHTING. IN A GRAVE.

all because hamlet doesn’t want to be out-extra’d. my god.

“QUEEN GERTRUDE: This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.” Ah yes gertie just talk about the distraught and angry madman as if he isn’t there. that’ll diffuse the situation.

You know what? We still haven’t discussed the pirates.

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“HAMLET: So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; You do remember all the circumstance?” If this isn’t gonna be about the pirates im gonna. scream.

“HAMLET: My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- O royal knavery!--an exact command, Larded with many several sorts of reasons Importing Denmark's health and England's too, With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off.” god, though. imagine that. being exiled to another country by the person who killed your father, only to find out that they were going to have you killed, anyways. that’s fucking terrifying. jesus christ.

Damn this idea that pretty handwriting is ~beneath~ nobles confuses me so fucking much. I got called haughty once just because my main handwriting is cursive. I mean, they were right, but their evidence was circumstantial at best.

“HAMLET: That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.” Hamlet’s Revenge. 

but also, what the fuck, dude. two wrongs dont make a right.

damn i kinda lost myself while reading but it really doesn’t sound like hamlet’s insane anymore. Like he’s… tempered himself. he doesn’t feel insane, just solemn.

“OSRIC: Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. HAMLET: I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?” goddamn ROAST HIM HAMLET (also what a fucking mood)

Osric put on your fucking ha--

The wind is

The wind is northerly

“HAMLET: No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.” I remember someone saying that this is important

Okay here: “HAMLET: I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.”

oh no

Osric just wear ur fucking hat u doof

“OSRIC: Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,-- HAMLET: I beseech you, remember-- (HAMLET moves him to put on his hat)” excuse me a WAGER

but alas all hamlet cares about is osric’s fucking hat

“HAMLET: What's his weapon? OSRIC: Rapier and dagger. HAMLET: That's two of his weapons: but, well.” hamlet u sarcastic little shit i love you

I mean so is horatio. I love him too.

This stuff with the competition is. not gonna end well. not at well.

“HAMLET: I do not think so: since he went into France, I have been in continual practise: I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter.”

hamlet no. listen to your heart or whatever. jesus christ don’t do it.

“HORATIO: Nay, good my lord,--” HAMLET LISTEN TO HORATIO

Ohhh hamlet

okay reading what laertes said, you know what? i’m giving laertes one last chance. please do not prove me a fool, laertes. 

everything is giving me mad anxiety. e v e r y t h i n g.

claud’s speech is insanely sketchy

“KING CLAUDIUS: [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.” One, so that’s why it was sketchy. Two, the POISONED CUP?

IT’S TOO LATE?

Gertie’s. Dead.

Shit, shit, shit

“LAERTES: [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.” YES! SO PLEASE! STOP FIGHTING!

“LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES.” Oh no oh no oh jeez eheu they’re hurting each other, shit, fuck,

“LAERTES: ...woodcock…”

“KING CLAUDIUS: She swounds to see them bleed. QUEEN GERTRUDE: No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. (Dies)” one, i love how claud is desperatley trying to stick to the plan, its almost adorable in a childish sort of way. two, oh god. ohhh god. gertie. 

Oh no. 

this is the bloodbath. THIS IS THE BLOODBATH.

BODY COUNT: 1

“HAMLET: The point!--envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work. (Stabs KING CLAUDIUS)” ...

BODY COUNT: 2

wait and hamlet’s on death row, as with laertes. Oh no.

“LAERTES: He is justly served; It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me. (Dies)’ oh my god already??? I haven’t even really accepted king claud’s death?? jesus christ??

My friend just sorta nudged me and asked if i was alright and i. I’m not. i’m in shock. goddamn. what?

BODY COUNT: 3

goodness thats three in like less than thirty seconds JESUS CHRIST

“HAMLET: Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.I am dead, Horatio.” that’s chilling. just, the poignancy. that’s so fucking spectral. i’m not okay.

“HORATIO: Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left.” No no no on no nononon NO NO oh my god are you going to-

“HAMLET: As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. … If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.” hey i’m crying in study hall. i’m actually crying. what the fuck. I don’t cry unless i’m thinking about that one pair of 18th century shoes with the really good photo quality (transcribing-antares here. I fucking love those shoes. I’m looking at them right now and they’re so fucking beautiful. they look how velvet feels, which is odd, bc they're apparently silk. I don’t care they’re just so fucking lovely)

F O R T I N B R A S?

“HAMLET: O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit.” I’ve identified my emotion. Dread. pure, unadulterated Dread.

for all of you that’ve listened to the penumbra podcast: do you remember the concierge, right before final resting place, saying “you do realize you can just like, leave, and everything will be hunky dory and you won’t have to deal with the emotional consequences this episode will bring you” because i’m seriously considering doing that right now.

“HAMLET: The rest is silence. (Dies)” shit. (posting-antares here to say that i forgot to do the body count but honestly im crying while formating because of this goddamn fucking 400 year old play)

“HORATIO: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince…” oh god. horatio.

“Good night sweet prince…”

(yet again tis transcribing-antares here to say that im fucking sobbing right now, the shoes are no match for this, and ‘goodnight sweet prince’ is actually never going to leave my head.) (editing-antares here to say im fucking crying again god fucking damn it) (posting-antares back again saying that this fucking line. this line. my god.)

“HORATIO: What is it ye would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.” oh, horatio. god. that isn’t something said without tears staining your skin and a bitter tone hard-won, not that its possession is a victory.

oh my god. this can’t. no. this can’t end like this. What. no. people must have rioted. No. no!!

i typically hate it but i would GLADLY accept a deus ex machina right about now!!

okay my friend just took my phone away from me and shut it off because i kept on trying to scroll past the end

jesus christ

okay so i’m not going to be okay for like, several eternities, so im going to play the sims until i. until i die, probably. my god.

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#shush antares #antares reads hamlet #thE PIRATES WERE NEVER ADDRESSED #also im crying but im STILL ANGRY #mostly in shock tho

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Things Forgotten Chapter 2

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After seeing a Dead body, Ray and her friends try to cope with what they had seen... while something from Ray’s past bubbles to the surface.

Rachel was frozen on the spot, her friend’s voices seemed distant and muffled as she stared at the body. The only thing she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears. She could barely registered anything that she was doing either. She was vaguely aware of walking towards the body.

“Rachel!” the sound of her name and someone shaking her snapped her out of it and the blonde was finally aware of what she was doing. She saw her fingers pressed against the body’s neck as if checking for a pulse, her other hand seemed to have been inches away from her own hand bag… What had she been doing?

“What the hell Rachel?” Glancing over and finally registering the voice in her head, Rachel had noticed that it was Katie who had been the one to run over to her side. She then looked back down at her hand and almost instantly the words just seemed to come out.

“... I was... making sure if they were really dead or not… just in case an ambulance was needed.”

“Why?!” Katie exclaimed, though Rachel thought that she had answered that already… she actually wasn’t even sure herself why that seemed to be her first reaction… it was also then she started noticing Eric’s panicked ramblings in the background and Nick trying to tell the police exactly where they were… While Barry seemed to be getting closer to giving into his urge to punch Eric just to get him to shut up.

“....”

“Fucking hell. You see a dead body and your first reaction is to go up and get your fingerprints on it…”  Katie sighed as she rubbed a hand down the side of her face. Rachel remained silent, staring down at the body before finally noticing something.

“... Why doesn’t the shirt have any holes?”

“What?”

“Their shirt…. Shouldn’t it… have holes in it?”

Katie looked on in concern for her friend before noticing the same thing. The person had clearly bled to death and there were a few darker areas on the shirt showing much more blood coating the area… but from the fact that the shirt didn’t even have a single hole to show a bullet wound or even a knife wound was… off.

“Guys the police are on their way now… Eric calm down already!” Nick called to them, only to quickly snap at his panicking friend.

“WHY?! There’s a dead body! The sun is still out! No police are even here! For all we know the killer could still be here! We might as well-” Eric shouted, having a major panic attack until Barry grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him just a little.

“Calm down for Pete’s sake!”

It was one of these times the pink haired boy’s friends were glad that he had a strict policy of “No punching or Hurting friends” otherwise Eric would have a broken nose… or even a lost tooth or two. Though at the moment… Rachel was more lost in her own mind with questions… yet no answers. Despite Katie being right by her side… it almost felt like she wasn’t really there. The blond felt like she should be feeling something like the others.

Fear, shock, disbelief… but really she didn’t feel anything.

Is… that why I feel alone at the moment? No… that’s not it… the blond haired girl thought to herself, staring at the bloody body. Her eyes going darker as if the last bit of life in them was snuffed out as they moved away from the body and into the shadows of the alley.

Someone is watching me.

….

The rest of the wait was spent with unease as the small group was finally able to leave off the hook seeing as they only found the body and nothing else… though Rachel did have to tell them about checking for the pulse so they could rule out her fingerprints.

There was a tension that was strong though as none of them had seen a murdered body before… though Rachel couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t true. That feeling was practically killing her with confusion.

“... Alright someone’s gotta say it,” Barry finally spoke up while throwing his hands in the air and wanting to get rid of the tension. “That was the most horrifying thing that’s happened since the New Year's incident two years ago.”

“... Y-Yeah you know what… it kinda was,” Katie stammered, her right arm across her body and rubbing her left. A silence followed soon after once again enveloping the group in that uncomfortable embrace. The obvious attempt to try and get people to talk and move on from the incident… didn’t really work.

“... Hey Nick…” Rachel spoke up, catching more than just the black haired boy’s attention.

“What?”

“.... Um…. Are you… still going to go for your law degree?” Rachel questioned. Before Nick could answer Eric butted in, his face still pale.

“C-Can we please avoid anything involving this topic?” Eric stammered, fear clear on his. Nick himself was quiet before he decided to speak up.

“Gotta finish what I started. Besides… I think I should head home anyways,” Nick sighed as they stopped at an intersection crosswalk. The Red light telling them to not walk was clear and no one made a move to push the button after Nick spoke.

“You don’t have to leave Nick!” Barry exclaimed.

“Barry’s right… Why...?” Katie asked clearly wanting to say more but the words not coming to her.

“I-I think I’m going t-to head home as well…” Eric stammered, his arms wrapped around himself with a shudder. Barry whipped his head over to the brunette male, but Katie seemed to keep her focus on Nick. The boy turned his brown eyes to meet with her hazel.

“... I’m going to be going to meet with Reverend Black… you know get somethings off my mind,” Nick explained. Barry shuddered at the mention of the priest, while the other three just simply nodded not knowing to much about the Reverend who their friend talked about sometimes.

“I still don’t get why you visit him…” Barry muttered, looking kinda uncomfortable as he spoke while Nick turned to Barry with a deadpanned expression on his face.

“For the last time Barry, his church isn’t haunted. You just had a prank pulled on you,” Nick stated while Barry shook his head.

“You didn’t see it Nick!”

“Um… haunted?” Rachel asked, confused just as much as both Eric and Katie as the two boys conversed.

“You never said anything about your church being haunted before Nick,” Katie pointed out, with a raised brow while Nick groaned.

“It’s not. Ghosts don’t exist after all.”

“Do so! Guy looked like he must have been killed!” Barry argued, Eric shivered again at this and promptly said a quick good bye… wanting to be as far away from the topic as possible as he left. Guy never could handle horror movies let alone horror stories… especially ones involving ghosts.

However the two girls were curious about it… after all Barry never did tell the story and it seemed to them that this would be a great way to get their minds off the murder victim.

….

Nick had actually parted ways with his friends a little while ago… he heard the story before and had even been there when the pink haired boy freaked out over it, he didn’t need to hear the bull shit again. He had called his sister to pick him up nearly twenty minutes ago and she hasn’t arrived at his location yet. Then again that’s to be expected he supposed… it was a nearly fifty minute drive if there wasn’t much traffic.

Sighing to himself he pulled out his phone and decided to play around on there, while walking around the nearest store to wait. He didn’t really pay much attention on what store it was, just that it was the closest to where his sister would be picking him up. About ten minutes had passed before he finally did… taking quick note he was in a bookstore of all places.

What are the odds? Nick mused to himself as he browsed the store shelves to see if he could find something to keep himself busy. Once he did find a book he found a place to sit close to a window and began flipping through the pages. Even as he did so his mind kept wandering back to what he had seen.

Nothing he was doing was getting the image of the murdered victim out of his head. Nick knew he had to try and get over it… be the responsible one and show the others that it’s not something to worry over. Sure he was a year younger than the others… but even then he’s always been the rational one.

How long have his hands been shaking now? Nick didn’t know, but now it was really messing up his reading to the point he just closed the book and looked out the window.

The building across the street didn’t seem as busy as it probably should have been… but that was just from an outside view after all. Unless one could get a better look inside no one would know for sure. From Nick’s view point, he could only see so much and the setting sun’s gaze didn’t help that much either.

It was a red sunset after all… and the image of the blood pool came back to the forefront of his mind. Nick closed his eyes tight at the thought.

Don’t think about it… stop thinking about it…

Ring Ring!

Jumping at  the sound of his phone Nick quickly answered.

“H-Hello?” Nick cursed himself internally from stammering.

“Where the hell are you?”  It was his sister… and she didn’t sound happy.

“The… The bookstore on the corner of 7th and Sycamore…”

“Jesus Christ…. Hurry up I don’t want to pay for parking.”

Nick didn’t say anything as he sighed. Hanging up he went to put the book he grabbed back and then left the store. Ignoring how some people had stared at his shirt for a bit as he hurried to his sister’s waiting red “death wagon” he and Barry called back when she first got it since it looked rather worn down.

“Aren’t you normally Mr. Punctual?” His sister ask. Her normally long wavy black hair was tied up into a braided ponytail, showing off her pierced ears, painted lips and annoyed brown eyes. Nick was quick to notice she was dressed rather nice like she was heading off to a party or a fancy restaurant. Not that she could completely afford going to a fancy restaurant or anything.

“Aren’t you to fancy for this junk heap?” he quipped as he slid into the passenger's seat. His sister just flipped him off.

“I was just getting ready for a date, you jerk.”

That would explain her attitude. Nick thought as he buckled up and his sister began driving.

“Did Barry do something stupid again to make you ask for a ride home?”

“Not this time Joan… I need a ride to Reverend Black’s. There’s something I need to talk to him about.”

Joan groaned but kept her eyes on the road.

“More like play chess all day… Couldn’t you have asked mom or dad to drive you? Or Hell even Barry?”

“They were busy. Plus you know Barry’s a wimp when it comes to the Reverend.”

“Of course…” She moved one hand from the wheel and turned the radio on, knowing this was going to be a long drive.

….

The trio had now made it back to the girl's apartment and were getting settled in. A silence had come over the small group all on the way there. Katie had sat on the sofa with Barry joining her and Rachel went to grab her second pill for the day and some water.

“... So what happened?” Barry asked, the silence making him uncomfortable again.

“... What?” Katie asked, quirking a brow at her pink haired friend.

“Between you and Eric… You guys were on much better terms before graduation.”

“... It’s nothing…”

“Bullshit.”

“Seriously Barry… it’s nothing. I thought we were going to talk about ghosts not this…”

“I’m not going to tell until Rachel’s ready… What happened?”

“Just drop it Barry,” Katie muttered as she avoided Barry’s gaze. Rachel came walking back in at that moment.

“... You don’t have to tell if you don’t want… Just… Know we’re here,” Rachel said as she took a seat on a chair for the small dining room table they had. Katie glanced up at the blond for a moment before giving off a grin.

“Hey, don’t worry alright? It’s nothing!” Still holding onto her smile, Katie turned to Barry. “What are we waiting for? It’s story time!”

Both Rachel and Barry didn’t seem convinced but Barry sighed and gave in. Katie has always been stubborn after all.

“Alright… It was four years ago, I was bored and I wanted to hang out with Nick. He said he was going to his church to visit with the Reverend. I remember asking him why if he didn’t actually believe in God. He just said that the old man didn’t treat him like he was just some kid… Pretty sure that wasn’t exactly how he said it but, probably pretty damn close. Anyways moving on, I followed him to this Gothic looking church, and DAMN does it look like a place out of a horror movie,” Barry laughed before shuddering. The two girls glanced at each other for a moment before Barry continued his story.

“So we went in and I’m pretty sure I was making a few jokes here and there about vampires or something when some of the people there, other priests I think, said hey and told us the Reverend was in the back. Well more like told Nick that and I just followed. Pretty sure I almost kicked the door open to the room because DAMN that would have been awesome… but Nick stopped me ya know.”

“Pretty sure you don’t want to get kicked out of a Church anyways,” Katie snickered, knowing full well that’s what would have happened following the door kicking. Rachel simply sighed at that.

“I think Nick said the same thing actually! Moving along, I was actually surprised that the old man was in a wheelchair! Don’t see many priests like that after all… guy also had a few almost healed scars if I remember correctly. I almost wanted to fight him but quickly realized how much of a dick move that would have been, so I punched myself instead. Not my best idea cuz I’m pretty sure the guy thinks I’m crazy now.”

“You? Crazy? I would have never guessed,” Katie fake gasped with Rachel trying to hold back a light giggle. Barry pulled off a large grin in response.

“I know right? Totally the sanest guy in the world right here! Eighth wonder of the world and all!” Barry laughed while Rachel had a pondering look.

“I don’t know… Nick might be more sane than you.” The hint of a smile is what really made Barry laugh.

“Alright Yeah he probably is… Where was I again?”

“Punching yourself in the face,” the blond provided earning her a thank you from her pink haired friend.

“So yeah, pretty sure he thinks I’m crazy now. So a little later Nick and the guy sit around this table… and set up a chess set. I got bored really quick and decided to explore the church. I found this really big Library and decided to see if it really had every Christian book known to man there or not. I found a Syfy series on the tenth book I pulled out. I wanted to know how many other books there were that weren’t speaking about God so I got to work…. I accidently knocked over a vase in my search and heard footsteps coming my way. I panicked and grabbed the closest book and opened it at random.”

“Good job Barry,” Katie clapped once before noticing the uncomfortable look Barry had and stopped as she was halfway to her second clap. The brunette glanced over to the blond, who had a worried look as she leaned in a little more.

“I had heard... A man’s voice. ‘Ah, excuse me. I heard something break in here... Did you break something?’ he asked me… He sounded polite but I shrugged it off and kept pretending to read. ‘Nope, just reading.’ I heard the guy laugh a little… it was kinda creepy. ‘An upsidedown dictionary?’ God was I embarrassed at that. I put the book down… only to actually see the guy. The guy looked like some kinda doctor covered in blood… he had… he had slashes on his clothes… but his eyes… God those eyes freaked me out! W-When he saw my eyes… h-he had this creepy ass smile before vanishing. I had never run from anything as fast as I did then.”

Barry had pulled his knees up to his chest by this point. Neither girl had ever seen Barry this shaken up before, nor the spark of fear that clouded his blue eyes. The closest they had ever seen that type of fear was earlier that day… and even then it wasn’t as much as he had now. Rachel got up and moved to the other side of Barry. Both she and Katie placed a comforting hand on each of Barry’s shoulders and felt him trembling.

“... I told Nick about it but… he didn’t believe me. I… I had nightmares for weeks… each one featured the bloody doctor with that creepy smile… I did try going back to the church on my own once but... I looked through one of the windows… and I swear I saw him again. I never went back… and no force in the world will get me to even go back to the STREET there.”

Barry felt his own heart pounding in his chest just talking about this. He swore the girls could hear it as well with how loud it sounded.

I guess… that would explain his freakouts at ghost movies. But… why can’t I shake this uneasy feeling that… something seemed familiar? Rachel thought to herself, just as Katie pulled Barry into a full on hug. The blond felt a headache beginning as she tried to think about what felt so familiar…

He mentioned the eyes… something about the eyes that truly terrified him… eyes… bloody doctor…!  Rachel’s eyes widened as a sudden sharp pain shot through her head. Green and Red, a twisted smile, eyes… so many eyes.

“Rachel… your peepers are truly the most beautiful.”

“Ah how I long to live by those peepers forever!”

“Rachel… How about I take YOUR peepers!”

“-chel…?”

“They’re waiting for you… in hell!”

“Rachel?”

“Oh I was just catching him up to speed… he knows everything now!”

“RACHEL!!”

Katie and Barry both quickly got up and over to Rachel as she fell forward, her eyes fogged and unseeing as she fell. Barry being the closest was able to hoist her up and see the unseeing look in her eyes.

“.....” she seemed to mumble something quietly before her eyes closed and she went completely limp, shocking both her friends.

“W-Was that one of her blackouts?” Barry questioned, his already pounding heart not slowing down thanks to his worry. He had never really seen one of Rachel’s infamous “blackouts” but he knew both Katie and Nick had seen enough of them to know. However Katie shook her head, her own eyes wide.

“I-It was similar… b-but she’s never passed out like that before!”

The two were to preoccupied with their panic neither of them completely thought about the words she mumbled… even though only Barry heard them due to his close proximity, his mind wasn’t cognitive enough to think much on the name she had muttered.

Doctor Danny.

….

Nick stepped out of the car, giving a quick thanks to his sister before turning to the large gothic church. His family visited the church itself every Sunday since he was a baby, though now that he and his sister were older they didn’t have to be dragged to the sermons every time anymore. However Nick still went, not for the sermons, but to talk to the Reverend of the building.

Reverend Black had always been a kind of mystery to the church itself. The black haired boy remembered a time a little more than six years ago when the wheelchair bound priest was able to walk around. He had a slightly more intimidating aura to him that prevented the boy from ever wanting to get close to the man. Not to mention he would disappear for a few weeks at a time back then with little information on when he would be back.

After the man’s accident though… it was almost like he was a different person. He wasn’t as intimidating now, but he still didn’t seem to get to close to others until the day the other priests had had enough of Nick asking so many questions about God. The injured man had wheeled over to him and listened to his questions… and answered them in a very surprising fashion.

“...I’d like to believe God is as flawed as any human.” was the main line that had surprised Nick, and how he seemed to be open to the different interpretations of God that existed. Nick actually found that he enjoyed talking with the old man… an old man who didn’t completely treat him like a kid and actually listened to him.

After about two or three weeks, the Reverend had brought him to a back room that had a bunch of board games the church had for kids. He did ask him if he knew how to play chess… to which Nick responded with a negative. The rest was kind of set in stone as every time he visited they would do a round or two of chess and talk. Sometimes Nick would even ask for advice and he would usually get it… mostly in riddles which Nick didn’t mind at all. Kept him thinking and “Using that big brain of his” as Barry would put it.

Taking a slow breath Nick went right into the church and wasn’t really surprised to see a few of the people who normally worked there, leaving for the day. The only one who ever really stayed was Reverend Black. More likely than not because he actually had a home there… or at least close by. Nick was never really sure which one it was.

Nick knew of a few places where one would normally find the Reverend. One was the main area where the sermons would be held on Sundays. Another was the Library, this was one of the more common places to find the old man usually. His office was an option, though surprisingly he’s not seen as often in that area as he is the main two.  Finally was the small building out in the back of the church. No one was really allowed in there often except for funerals… and even then only a few people ever go in, the main one being the Reverend himself. No one really knows what the building’s truly for thou.

Not seeing the man in the main area, Nick wandered down the halls to find the door to the Library. That was one of the other areas he could think of where the Reverend was. The Library itself wasn’t that big but it was sizeable enough for at least thirty people to all sit in there and enjoy the silence. There was no sign that the person Nick was looking for was in there, so he sighed and left the room.

It took him a few more minutes to walk to the Reverend’s office. It wasn’t that spectacular looking, with a simple desk, a bookshelf on the far left corner that had few books and more decorations… but no pictures. The Reverend never had pictures in his office, none of himself, none of his family, nor his friends… not even decorative photos were on the walls. There were a few potted plants here and there, but the biggest thing he had were a few candle stands around the walls. Still no sign of the Reverend though...

“Nicolas… You’re here rather late don’t you think?” Nick jumped, but let out a sigh from the familiar voice. He moved away from the doorway and let the older man wheel himself in. The wheels surprisingly silent on the wooden floor.

“I… I just needed to talk something out…” Nick started not looking towards the older man at all. He heard the tell tale sigh from the Reverend.

“Yet you come here to a place of a God you believe not. Do you not have peers to converse with?” Nick could feel the older man’s gaze on him. This was a common question by this point whenever the black haired boy came by more than twice a week.

“... They… They know what it is already… I… just need someone who doesn’t know… to tell,” Nick answered, his voice sounding like he was close to breaking. The shivering came back and he wanted to curse himself for letting himself seem so weak.

“... Very well then.”

Nick turned his head back to the man. The serious look on his angled face, his slicked back greying hair showing it off well. The scars from the accident he was once in were now faded and barely noticeable from the long purple coat he usually wore as well as his well dressed suit. His clear colored eyes, ones that many had once mistook for as being blind, staring right at him.

“Tell me what is troubling you, Nicolas.”

…

Katie paced across the floor to her apartment. Rachel had been taken back into her room leaving both her and Barry alone with their thoughts and worries.

“M-Maybe we should have called an ambulance…” Katie stammered, worry coming to the forefront of her mind. Barry shook his head.

“S-She’s going to be fine… she’s… she’s had blackouts before…” Barry responded, nerves all on end.

“She’s never fainted from one Barry!”

“Well maybe… maybe she did something different?”

“What could she have possibly…!” Katie started before realizing something. The brunette stopped her pacing and hurried into Rachel’s room. She saw her friend was still passed out, her expression making it seem like she was having some kind of nightmare.

Frowning at this Katie wished she knew some way to get rid of those nightmares… if only to help her friend. However she shook this off and went back to her mission. Strolling over to Rachel’s bedside table she grabbed the orange pill bottles and shook each one before finding the one with the pills in it. Looking over it along with one of the empty ones… she noticed there was a slight difference between the current medication and the old one, along with the instructions.

Taking that along with the empty ones to be thrown away Katie cast one last concerned glance over to her friend, before leaving the room.

Acquired Rachel’s Pills.

“... She got a new medication last month…” Katie said as she walked back to the confused Barry, holding out the medication she took.

“Okay, so what?”

“She’s had more blackouts since then, that’s why!”

….

The rain was falling once again. Rachel didn’t recognize where she was at all. She was clearly on a sidewalk in a city… but why did she have this uneasy feeling in her gut? The people’s faces that passed her by seemed blurred or were covered by hoods or umbrellas. Some seemed like they were talking but she couldn’t hear it… only the sound of the rain falling.

What’s… going on? Where… where am I? Rachel thought, wanting to hurry out of there and find a way home… but something seemed to be stopping her. Or rather it was like her body wasn’t responding to her.

“Ray hurry up would ya,” her head turned to the voice to what seemed to be a man in a hoodie… his face was covered in shadows and voice was distorted. He seemed to tower over her as she only made it up to the middle of his chest in height. She felt his hand grab her wrist and he quickly started to drag her.

“What’s wrong?”  the words slipped out of her mouth. That wasn’t what she wanted to say at all… she wanted to know what the hell was going on… and why she felt so comfortable with this guy. She wouldn’t see his face but she could tell he was angry… and scared?

“Are you a fucking idiot? Move your ass and run!”

Something was very wrong… she felt her own fear rising of it’s own accord. What’s going on? Why are we running?

Who is this guy…?

That’s when she heard sirens going off. Her own eyes widened at the sound while the man she was with swore.

“Take the left quick!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice!” They turned quickly down an alleyway and kept running. For some reason she felt like something was going to go wrong… very wrong...

Rachel opened her eyes, confused on where she was and how she got there… and why she felt like she was in a cold sweat. Looking down at herself she saw that she wasn’t dressed for bed… and wasn’t under her own covers for that matter. Glancing over to her bedside table she saw the time was 9:56 pm… and her pill bottles were gone.

Maybe… I cleaned up?... but… why did I sleep in so late? Confused she got up carefully and left her room. Outside the room in the living room there was Katie and Barry.

“... Alright I’ll… I’ll see what I can do,” Barry spoke. Rachel watched as Katie handed something to the pink haired boy, who put the item in his pocket.

“... Um…” She spoke up, causing both her friends to look over in her direction in surprise. Katie was on her immediately as the blonde found herself pulled into a tight hug.

“You okay? Everything alright? Do you remember what today’s Date is?” Katie questioned after pulling out of the hug, her hands still on Rachel’s shoulders. Lifeless blue eyes stared with confusion into concerned hazel.

“I’m fine… It’s Saturday the… XX of XXX right?” Katie sighed in relief at her answer… only to blink at Rachel’s next question.

“... Why is Barry’s hair pink?”

#angels of death #angel of slaughter #satsuriku no tenshi #rachel gardner #fanfiction #things forgotten au #angel of slaughter ray

[dumbstoriesandwhatnot]

The Silence

This is a short story I wrote a little while ago. It's heavily based on an episode of M*A*S*H. When I looked it up online, I couldn't find if it was Season 10, Episode 10 or Season 10, Episode 11. Either way, the episode is apparently named "Follies of the Living - Concerns of the Dead".

EEEEEEEEEEEEE-BOOM! A mortar shell landed. John hunkered down slightly more in his foxhole. From the distance, he heard the familiar *thunk* of a mortar being launched, and heard it whistle and land, closer than the last one. He had heard many shells landing since he got to Vietnam, and he was still scared every time despite the fact that it had been two years. Suddenly, there was the rapid stomping of boots, and John's friend, Chris dropped down into the foxhole.

"Hey there," Chris said. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Who did you expect to see, the fuckin President?" John shot back.

"Christ, lay off will ya? I just need to hide in here for a little until-"

BOOOOM! A shell landed in front of the fox hole, and as John's ears began to ring like a bell, he slipped into unconsciousness.

The next few minutes were a blur. Someone ran over to them. A medic was called. John and Chris were hauled off to an ambulance. The pain was unbearable, and John finally blacked out completely, the ambulance bumping and jolting along the road as he did.

John woke up a few minutes later. He was on a stretcher. He got up, and started looking for someone to ask what happened. He saw a priest walking over, and walked up to them.

"Excuse me Father, where am I?" he said.

The priest just kept walking.

"Father, please I just want to know-"

The priest just kept walking.

John followed the priest all the way over to a stretcher, where the priest started preforming last rites. John looked at the poor bastard, and realized it was him.

"Hey, Father, what kinda sick joke is this? I'm not dead! Stop it, STOP IT!"

But the priest kept preforming the rites. Eventually a man walked over and took the body away. John decided to find someone else, so he wandered into a new building. He saw that there was an OR, and thought he might find Chris. He walked through the doors, and looked around. He saw Chris lying on a table outside the OR and walked over.

"Hey there Chris," John said, noticing Chris' cold and clammy skin. "I know you probably can't hear me because you're under anesthetics and shit, but you're in good hands, okay buddy? The doctors are gonna patch you up real soon, alright? I'm here."

Suddenly, Chris started gasping and hyperventilating. John stumbled back.

"Doctors, doctors!" he yelled. "Get over here quick, something's wrong with my buddy!". He looked around anxiously, but no one was there. John was getting more and more worried.

"Hey doctors, I'm not kidding, there's something wrong!"

Still, no one came. John stuck his head into the OR this time, and screamed, "HEY DOCTORS, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE, SOMETHING WRONG!". But they kept right on going, doing their thing.

John was in a state of complete panic now, he tried to hold his friend, to comfort him, but he couldn't, it was like he couldn't even exert any force at all.

"Jesus Christ, please, someone get over here!" John yelled, half crying. "Please, someone just get over here!"

Finally, Chris stopped gasping, and gradually was still. John stood there for a couple seconds, and then walked outside. He screamed. He screamed and screamed until he couldn't scream anymore, and then he rasped at the sky, "Why God, why did you do this?! He was a kid! He was 19 fucking years old!"

Finally, he saw a ghostly figure walking into camp. John approached them. It was a soldier in Roman armor.

"Hi there John." He said.

"Y-you can see me? Hear me?" John said to the figure.

"Yes John."

"Who are you?" John asked.

"That doesn't matter much. I go by many names. But it's time to come with me."

"W-what do you mean? I'm not dead. I swear, I'm not dead." John stammered at them.

"Come now John. You have to stop kidding yourself. You can't deny it forever. So, please, just come with me."

John stood there for a few seconds, and then, sighing, took the spirits hand, and walked off with him.

"Where are we going?" John asked.

"Guess you'll have to wait and see."

#short story #m*a*s*h #my writing #mash