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#not only do they kinda treat me like crap but Far more importantly. they have treated my dad like shit for his whole life

swinging-stars-from-satellites · 3 years

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idk how many people would even want to see this BUT i wanna yell about Leela and Brax so here's a list of all their scenes togethr/scenes pertainng to them that i can recall (pLEASE add on if i missed anything/ you have any additional thoughts!! i could talk about these two all day!)

right off the bat in Weapon of Choice when Leela is on the outskirts of the Citadel and Brax goes to bring her back (which is interesting in and of itself, bc usually i would imagine a chancellery guard would go do that so what made Brax decide to instead??), Leela kinda goes off at him bc she's hurting and instead of trying to actually explain what's going on Brax doesn't even try to argue he just says "we need you" which is great bc Leela has that instinctive desire to be needed and to help people and he's speaking right to that -- also as far as we know, this is Leela and Brax's first actual meeting in canon? it's implied that they know of each other, which makes sense, but it doesn't seem like they've ever directly interacted before: Brax seems almost slightly uncertain, and Leela is combative, but when he's gentle with her she's actually quite receptive

the literal next scene after that, where the OT4 is all in one room for the first time (they still kinda hate each other at this point but still !!!). Narvin explaining Gryben and being a real jerk about it and Leela (understandibly!) questions if Gryben is a prison world, and Brax (who to this point has been mostly quiet as Narvin and Romana brief Leela) jumps in to both clarify Narvin's previous xenophobic statements while also maintaining the inherent questionable/negative connotations

(btw it's actually pretty important to note that Romana self-edits herself a lot when talking to Leela, especially in the earlier seasons; you can actually hear her revising the things she says to put it in terms that she thinks Leela will better understand. and i mean she does it out of genuine consideration for her friend associate but it often comes across as varying levels of patronizing. Narvin also obviously "dumbs things down" when dealing with Leela early on, but like... Brax never does that on any level. the only difference i can tell in how he addresses Leela vs how he talks to anybody else is that he seems much more kind with her than almost anyone else???)

their conversation about the Matrix in The Inquiry: this is REALLY important (and if you've ever talked to me on ao3 i've probably gone off to you about it lol) because it's layered. they're talking about the Matrix but they're also not because in answering Leela's question Brax is making a very thinly veiled allegory (which he outright states a minute later) to Time Lord society/politicians/most importantly HIMSELF -- he's actually strangely open about his morals/beliefs in this scene and i'm living for it tbh -- and i find it very interesting that even though he does directly explain what he means ("how do you know all this?" / "because i am a politician.") he also leaves it for Leela to work out the implications. like it's a very nuanced conversation bc there's double meaning in it and most people on Gallifrey seem to think that Leela is tone-deaf and can't pick up on that stuff (even Romana sometimes oversimplifies things to her) but Brax totally just lets her take from it what she will bc he believes her intelligent enough to understand. he doesn't think her any lesser because she's human.

ALSO on a secondary note to the above: the fact that Leela has a question/needed clarification (sorry, haven't listened to this in a while i forget how it actually happened) and actively sought out Brax to talk to about it?? like she knows Romana better she could have gone to her but i feel like Leela kinda imprinted on Brax and someone she can go to for help if she needs it; maybe it's partly bc she knows he's under marginally less pressure than Romana is but also the truth of the matter is that Brax was the most genuinely helpful person to her in the previous stories and that probably means a lot to her (esp. bc he acts like the essence of everything she hates about Gallifrey but he doesn't treat her the way she would expect from that). btw this topic is gonna come up again in a hot minute

that part where Brax gives her that information that might help her re: the Andred thing, even though he really probably shouldn't have done that -- it kinda makes me think about what he must have been like with Theta tbh???

actually this is mostly my own conjecture but there's some neat stuff in Spirit bc during the *waves hand vaguely* bodyswap dream sequence thing, Romana is very "!!!! Brax can help us !!!" which is tecnically Leela brain talking, so like there's the implications of the stuff i've said above about Leela having this idea of Brax where she knows he's someone she can go to for help

can u tell i'm soft for them

Leela sounding really sad/distracted when she talks about how Brax isn't there YES i'm grasping at straws but a lot of this relationship really is conveyed through the voice acting bc of how little direct focus there is on the characters. there's actually several scenes in Mindbomb where she mentions him and she outright says that she misses him during her discussion with Matthias

that implied scene with them in Mindbomb!! i have a Lot of thoughts about that!!! it's all conjecture and fanfic fodder!!! but the reason i mention this is because it seems pretty meta that out of the whole Gally Gang, it's Leela who first sees Brax when he comes back to Gallifrey and in turn she's the first person (besides Matthias, i guess) that he sees upon his return?? idk i just feel like that's somehow a meaningful detail??? also her reaction of utter shock after spending the entire episode missing him and how worked up she is when she tries to tell Romana, like I desperately need to know what happened in this missing scene MR RICHARDS PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED

Leela insisting on going with Brax when Pandora starts hurting him and their whole conversation there is just. so good. like they're both just so soft and then when Darkel comes in Leela instantly goes into protective mode. like they just have such an open relationship bc Brax doesn't even try to be all pretentious with her, like he doesn't even try to keep up any facades when he's with her he's just very genuine and it really says a lot about both of them -- Leela is so good at seeing people, like getting down to the core of who people are and what makes them them (which is why she's good for Romana, btw, bc Romana has a lot of identity issues) and Brax is so tangled up in who he presents himself as that he barely knows who he actually is anymore but Leela can see that and she makes it so he can truly be himself and he doesn't have to hide. also she's so gentle with him when they talk about Pandora, she's very caring and empathetic and wants to make sure he's okay and i am WEAK

it's been a hot while since i listened to Panacea but I think i remember Brax being really soft with Leela when he first brings the gang to the Axis, like just sounding really glad to see her

ok other than the fact that Brax is lowkey relatable in Reborn (daydreaming fanfic about yourself/people you know? simping for Mary Tamm Romana? yeah mood, my man) there's that scene where they're first appraoching the Citadel on the alt!Gallifrey and it seems like none of them, and Brax specifically, have seen it from the outside in a good long while bc he's very in awe and he tells Leela that he wishes she could see it and he sounds sO hEcKiNg sOFT oh my word-

and once again with Leela thinking of Brax as someone she trusts for help: in Dissassembled when everything is going to crap she straight-up says that she wants to go find Brax bc he'll know what to do/be able to help

at the beginning of Annihilation when Romana is depressed and questioning if Brax truly was her friend and Leela INSTANTLY, NO HESITATION assures her that he was; i lost where i had her exact lines written down but she actually kinda goes off to make sure Romana gets the point

literally forcing myself to talk about this bc it makes my brain stall out but like,,, the Brax Hound in Annihilation,,, Leela being like "goodbye, Braxiatel... again" she sounds so sad and like UGH i always kinda forget how sad it actually is for them to lose Brax in Dissassembled bc like, it was so sudden and they didn't get to say goodbye and Leela is always losing people and i have many many feels about this scene and how all that emotion is made very clear in how they each respond to the Hound (might make a separate post abt this later if anyone is interested ::eyes::)

Enemy Lines is utter bullcrap about these two and I will never stop being salty about how they not only sidelined the very good, very subtle friendship they had in s1-4, but they??? made Leela acutally not trust Brax??? when literally this entire time she's been the one person who probably genuinely trusts him the most?? what the heck, David

I haven't heard TW3 or 4 yet but i'm assuming there's nothing worthwhile in those with regards to this duo (correct me if i'm wrong tho lol, i would love to be mistaken in this assumption)

TL;DR Leela and Brax mututally imprinted on each other and have probably the most open and healthy relationship within the OT4 and it is an absolute CRIME that nobody besides Gary Russell and Justin Richards cared enough to actually build on it in canon

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years

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|ROLL DEEP|M| P.1

*Yoongi centered fic with a shared OT7 plot*

CH.1.1 CH. 1.2

**Operation: What’s eating blue!?***

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“Stop, this stopped being a you, thing and became a us thing the minute we chose to show up here tonight! You gave us an out and we stayed...we will always stay...”

1.2 K Sneak Peek

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Sugar baby AU/Suspense/Smut/Angst/Roomate AU/FWB AU

WC: 7K

Nonsexual Warnings: Mentions of drug use (Molly/weed/)Strong language/ Alcohol addictions/ brief mentions/ speculations of domestic violence/abuse

Sexual Warnings: Oral (M & F receiving) power bottom Min Yoongi, cum play, breath play, spanking, dirty talk, Slight overestimation, sex toys (Cock rings....) Semi-public sex (A chill little blow job in the car) The sexual warnings are for both parts of CH.1 so the smut is split in half!

NOTE: Just to clarify the dynamic Yoongi and the OC are roommates who hookup on the side, they are BOTH sugar babies to two separate people! So yes, that would imply that Yoongi and some of the other boys who are also sugar babies are Bi. There is no MxM but there is mentions of it occasionally….as well as some harmless ot7 flirting! Also all of the boys are introed, Tae and Joon just play a lager part here!

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I guess, fuck where do we even start? Maybe, will go back to where it all technically started, which was the last time things felt...somewhat normal yeah?

So, that would be...hmm...about 2 weeks shy of you heading into Junior year at USC right? The day your boys picked you up at the airport, and the three of your treated Blue, aka TaeTae to brunch!?

Well, wait let’s back track a little it all started much eariler than that, because you weren’t even aware of your brunch plans until later in the day. So Initially the day in question kicks of with you, in oversized blacked out CHLOE shades, hungover as fuck, sat in at the airport one Sunday afternoon. Smack dab in the middle of Terminal 6, in a bar called Blu2o sipping on a Bloody Mary, scrolling aimlessly through Snapchat. While simotaniously being told for the very first time ...that you’ll be attending a “Haute Couture” themed charity auction...on Tuesday! Yup, the day after tomorrow! Thank god he can’t see your damn face right now, biting down on your straw to muzzle yourself!

“No, babe it’s fine, I’ll just hit Rodeo tomorrow morning, and I’m sure my nail and lash girl can fit me-Oh you...haven’t gotten... what ...your wearing either?” Parroting the words back In slow motion as if it would make the words sound better or something!

Oh for fucks sake! Bringing your forehead flush to the marble bartop already feeling a full blown migraine brewing at the nape of your neck. Giving yourself a couple moments to self compose, this man is so damn unorganized it’s unfucking real. His personal assistant better be the 2nd highest paid person within his entire company because…..This is far from new, I don’t even know why your suprised and I’d say you don’t get paid enough for this....but ya do! So you suck it up, lose the attitude and slip right into your “Yes sir” or maybe I should say ‘Yes daddy” voice.

“Don’t worry about it, I know your busy. I totally get it, your a 28 waist right? Of course, I remember...I remember everything you tell me….Ohhh your gonna let me put you in color too???” Eyes flickering up to the notification from your bank, noting a cute little 12k wire pending.

“Yeah, no, I see it, that should be good. I was thinking Versace or Cavili for you anyway...they have good prints to fit the theme, and if all else fails I have my card too…yup..just landed about..hmm... 30 minutes ago actually. Of course, stop apologizing, Sunday's are always your golf days, I get it, hey, tell the guys I said hi and enjoy your day. Text me later if you feel up to it..k....bye..”

Were you actually getting a little flustered there towards the end? It's the slight accent, isn't it? Honestly, it didn't take much for you to slip into “character” with him, even after barely being together a full month. For one he wasn’t an asshole, had a decent sense of humor, and he’s really fuckin hot...however there was one, little, well shit, not so little issue...you noticed while with him recently. Which, then sparked quite a few questions while also answering some that had been rattling through your head since the day you met. But will circle back to the fact that you spent a week on vacation with a man, while dressed in some of the sexiest pieces of 2019 couture! Yet..you barely got touched once outside of a couple chaste kisses and hand-holding while at the two fashion shows you attended together… so, yeah, yeah!

A low groan in frustration rattled from your throat as you continued scrolling through Snapchat, trying to come up with some possible outfit scenarios in your head! It’s kinda funny, how mynute all of that seems now though, how your definition of “Stress” that day was you trying to decide if your sugar daddy was gay, while also finding time to fit in a self-care day, shopping, and getting your books for school!! The fact that, that was what you considered migraine worthy, fuck, what you wouldn’t give to consider multitasking your only maltitude of “stress” again …..

Just in your own little world, mind swirling with a couple of stylists you’ve met along the way, considering the idea of them pulling some vintage pieces for you instead! What you should be doing, is scrolling through your contact list and texting said stylists, instead you find yourself more and more distracted. Getting lost in the mounds of snap updates from Jimin as he “modestly” sunbathed in a private villa in Italy. Then later sharing a glimpse into his shopping spree from Versace, no doubt a good 20k worth of Italian luxury spread out along the plush white sheets. Sending him a cheeky little “That’s my boy” with a couple of smug winky faces in response!

It’s still kinda crazy to think, things like that are considered normal within your world now, the fact that you aren’t even surprised at the number of gifts. Or, simply the fact that your barley 21-year-old best friend is sunbathing in Italy on someone else’s dime. Then again, you just got sent 12 thousand dollars to spend on an event that would last maybe all of 5 hours, while sitting next to a stack of Louis Vuittion luggage from your first class flight in from Vegas, technically. Opting to land there first after a long 15-hour flight, checking in at The Four Seasons for not even a solid 24 hours before coming home! Honestly?There was no real reason for the pit stop except it gave you an excuse to see a friend while also allowing you to unwind in one of your favorite hotels!

That sentence alone is actually absurd when you really think about it, the idea of you casually booking flights and suites in 5-star hotels as if you’re ordering off the damn dollar menu at Mcdonalds! You, the girl that was working two jobs at the Groove and mourning a piece of shit cheating ex boyfriend her freshman year of college.....is now reminiscing about catching flights to chill with friends and last minute finding dresses for Couture themed galas.Like, what the actual fuck is life.... Oh my bad, life at the moment is constantly being paranoid that you and your friends will get arrested! Life in this moment however...was a fucking perfect!

The friend you where meeting in Vegas was Hoseok by the way, the redhead was currently vacationing in Sin City for the next couple of days, typically residing in LA as well. Just Chillin’ before the semester starts, living his best life, which revolves around “OFF-WHITE'' shopping sprees, private dance lessons, and constantly taking thirst trap pics for his 10’s of thousands of followers online. He randomly texts you saying “I miss your face” you text him saying “I land at 8 tonight bring a bottle and sushi to room 605 at The Four Seasons hotel '' Simple!

Your initial flight, the one that was 15 hours, was originally from Paris, where you spent the last week or so with Jeong-su, being arm candy, sipping wine, sightseeing and of course shopping!. Barley 32 hours ago your Snapchat looked pretty damn similar, if not worse in comparison to Jimin’s but what can I say, you can’t be in the home of Givenchy and Gaulthier and not go to Givenchy and Gaultier!

What your life is, what you and your friends do, I mean, I think it’s safe to say it’s pretty self-explanatory yeah? The average 20 something-year-old in college isn't flying themselves out of the country or going luxury shopping without a little help. In your case, it’s typically thanks to a person you commonly refer to as “Daddy” now, the context behind the word however….is where you and your friends may differ from others…..

But that’s your business, your concern and more importantly your choice, and honestly for a while life seemed too damn good to be true...I guess looking back on it now, I guess that’s because it kinda was!

Sat at the predominantly empty bar alone, more than content by the silence, twirling your straw between your lips, as you scanned back over the shit show that was your schedule for the semester! Getting more of a migraine from that, then shopping or even the fact that you're still hungover and drinking on an empty stomach at half-past 12. Shooting a quick text to your redheaded best friend cursing him out for getting you drunk off your ass on a bottle of Yamazaki 12.

“Can I get anything else for you beautiful? Another drink or maybe an appetizer? We have damn good loaded queso fries if I do say so myself!” Waving the menu in your face playfully, the warm, inviting voice in front of you was the bartender, who’s had his eye on you since you swayed in. Even if you looked like crap for your standards you knew to most you were the farthest thing from it as you swayed into the bar like you owned the place. In your heels, and tiny little black dress, while an airport assistant trolied in your luggage behind you! Ohhh Blair Waldorf would without a doubt be proud!

“Mmmm…” Lips pursed in a slight pout as you raked over the menu, honestly, you were hungry and they have bomb ass fried pickles…..”Actually, yeah, I’ll get-”

“ 3 tall shots of whatever top-shelf Tequila you have, also add whatever she’s been drinking to my tab, along with an order of fried pickles with extra ranch…please and thank you!” Smoothly sliding his black card, and ID across the marble bartop for review.

Oh.

The look on the bartender’s face was fucking priceless, torn between shitting himself and maybe….nah, just straight shitting himself! Skin flushed, the sense of panic was clear as day, wondering if he’d overstepped that fine line between customer service and filtration. Considering whoever the person behind you is, clearly knows you well enough to know your food order. A forced bashful smile playing along his lips as he bowed out in acknowledgment, sliding the gentelmen back is ID and whispering out a faint “Yes sir, coming right up…”

The base vibrating through your ears instantly had you readjusting your posture, a strong tingle running down your spine, back arching ever so slightly. A playful smirk playing along your lips as you slowly laced your tongue back around your staw, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You sure you wanna do that? My tastes are pretty expensive..” Tone blatantly flirtatious, yet you still hadn’t bothered to even turn around, that’s when suddenly you hear a deep arrogant chuckle rumbling low in his chest. Only...this sounds a little brighter? And like it’s coming from your left instead of behind you…

“Mmm, I’m sure we can handle it baby….”

You could feel the air shift behind you, it felt warmer, and there was a strong mix of scents flooding through your nose. Leaning back in your seat, pleasantly finding your shoulders, the back of your neck, and your head, cradled against a lean wall of silk. Sighing contently, naturally letting your body melt into his frame, nose running into your face as you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. That’s when a gangle of veiny, porcelain limbs wrapped around your shoulders pulling you even tighter against him, only to find brown, sharp, cat-like eyes staring down at you, though a pair of translucent designer shades. Seemingly a little bit amused at how excited you are to see him. Long dark wavy locks falling messily into his face, a tiny silver hoop dawning his button nose. Tongue playing at the corner of his mouth, letting the tiny silver ball slip between his lips. This angle lets you really appreciate how sharp, yet soft his features were, an oxymoron that honestly makes no damn sense unless you see him in person….jawline sharp enough to cut glass yet he has the cutest cheeks ever when he smiles. It honestly makes no sense whatsoever and he’s one of the many reasons you have trust issues. Well, that and your line of work, considering the number of men you find out are married and still try and sneak around with you.

Then, as if to just make his presence known, there’s another pair of hands making their home along your body, gently squeezing your thigh. Except, he’s polar opposite to the person I just described, the man behind you is your roommate Yoongi, the man who just took a seat to your left, is your other roommate Namjoon! First off, he’s tall as all hell, and an offensively perfect shade of brown, he can’t even go into the burbs without being asked what self-tanner he uses. In which he smugly replies “Genetics” letting them sit there and try and google said company that makes that brand of self-tan. Streams of meticulously placed colored neo-traditional tattoos paint his skin, accompanied by deep dimples, and bleach blonde hair styled into an undercut, sides buzzed into the perfect fade.

“So you gonna get up and give me a real hug or what???” Placing a kiss in your hair as he pulled back, giving you room to hop out of your seat and right into his arms.

The Full thing is coming soon, this is from summer 2019, I just have to edit, and reread the full thing again! I also wrote the first 3 parts all at once..sooo if your exicted show this some love anddddddddd come let me know!

Love you as always,

Rocki

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monkey-network · 4 years

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to Defend Desti’s Death

I’m not particularly one to make major response posts like these, but I feel these thoughts I’ve had have simmered for quite a while now and I just wanted to get this off my chest. To some that may know, I’m a fan of the Anime Arc cuz honestly, it was fun and hype to sit through. On the look back, it still is, even with the noticeable drawbacks. But I won’t deny that the moment we fans know is divisive is one for a reason. For some, it was bad and other say it was good but frankly I haven’t seen many properly explain why. Which is where I want to come in momentarily, give my two cents on why Desti’s passing worked on an objective level.

Initially, and I hate doing this, but I gotta respond to the most notable saying of why it doesn’t work. So link here for the argument: https://todpolle.tumblr.com/post/185301760988/meme-gene-scene-how-to-kill-a-life. And I only wish to say, no hard feelings @todpolle. I’ll get to the main argument in a moment but I wanted to discuss the setup point where it revolves around the deaths of Avocato from Final Space and Gamma from Sonic Adventure.

Now truly, I remember these passing moments fondly but I feel that comparing them to Desti’s death is noticeably unfair if we wanna talk contextually. Like if we’re taking both series to its full context, Final Space has the disadvantage where it resurrected Avocato while SMG4 kept Desti dead; the resurrection not only undercutting the weight of the initial departure but having not as much weight as before. Much as I like Avocato, having a “No One’s Ever Really Gone” approach to Final Space kinda devalued the idea that death is permanent for Gary and his friend, if only for a moment. If Desti’s resurrected later on, I’ll eat that crow, but that is doubtful. Though, if we take season 2 out the equation, it’s fair to say both deaths have their considered impacts with who it affects especially.

I’ll express that a little later, but I want to move over to Gamma’s death where, and I hate to say this, it’s an unfair comparison all around cuz Gamma’s story doesn’t have the same set pieces as Desti’s because contextually his death was understandably sacrificial, he willingly self-destruct after knowing his true identity. Heck, you can’t even stack Gamma’s with Avocato’s because his heroic death meant something far different than the other two. Nah, I say the death reminiscent to Desti’s the most is with Aeris’ of Final Fantasy VII. But, I think it’s fair to first point out what this counter purposefully omitted: Desti’s character.

Now it would stand to believe the most we see of Desti aside the anime arc is “If Mario was in Splatoon 2”. But to say that is all to her character is being ignorant towards her character because the anime arc furthers expressed who Desti was as a character. She was prideful, no-nonsense, loves being a step of Meggy even when it means playing unfair. She was basically Meggy put to a logical extreme. In “Splatoon 2″, “Meggy’s Bootcamp”, and “Mario Showdown”, we see that seed of how much Meggy means to her as a rival and how focused she can be when it came to their rivalry, considering her the biggest threat in the Splatfest games. These traits are expanded in “The Splatfest Incident” where she is willing to her pride aside for a moment to help the gang find Meggy when she goes missing. The search for Meggy doesn’t throw away her hot-headedness and pride however, as we see in “The Inkling Disappearances” and “Mario and the Experiment” that she is more than willing to throw down regardless of what stands in her way, even to where she’s making her and Meggy’s escape into a challenge.

More importantly, we get to see a soft side of her where she isn’t fully aloof and tries to be there for her team, or those she come to find as close as she gets. You get to see her bond with someone she wants to fight free and true to form. I say the writers did their job in giving us reason to stand with Desti, make us like her beyond being the Negachin. She’s much the better half to Meggy, the Zero of Megaman X, the being our main inkling girl strives to be in the right way. Now, I wanna talk about Aeris.

Aeris was a very cool character in my eye when playing FFVII. She’s not Tifa but she still had a badass charm to her, especially in the part where she and Cloud go a rescue/date to infiltrate a brothel that held Tifa hostage by helping Cloud disguise as a woman. It slows the game down in a good way, giving us some time to know Aeris. Like Cloud, you get to feel just as attached to her, in both the story and gameplay where she is a boss when it comes to magic. She shows herself as the one that helps Cloud shed his initial machismo and is a very considerate friend while they’re on the journey to escape Midgar. She certainly has more of a character than what most of the images on Google would make you believe. I’d say like with Aeris, the anime arc subtly make you invested in Desti. And like Desti, it happens...

Now I can say, yeah, this shouldn’t make sense. But really, as much sense as I wanted to wrap my brain around why this shouldn’t have happen, this emotionally got me every time. I say what makes this work, what makes Desti’s death worked, comparative to the previous mentioned, is how it worked it’s way both before and after the moment. For Aeris, you can feel the weight of her loss in our main characters in the story and in the gameplay where with her gone, it’s pretty hard to fill the void of what she excelled at. Put that with what we got to see of her which makes the loss all the more shocking. Which makes Cloud avenging her with his final conquering over Sephiroth all the more cathartic. Now I’m not saying Desti’s death had as much intentional thematic development as Aeris’s, but when you take into account how it is structurally, especially the aftermath, the oomph of it all feels just as real, feels respectfully impactful for what it did.

But before I get to my main point, I wanted to address another point against this case where “SMG4 was supposed to just be a comedy like Spongebob and such, this totally goes against that tonally.” Which, I don’t know what else to say beyond “Did we watch the same show?” I can understand not liking the 2nd half of the anime arc writing wise, but it’s not like the arc turned everything into a whole different show all together. We weren’t getting some Heavy Rain type melodrama shit, the tone of the 2nd half was clear, the objectives were there. It wasn’t that heavy-handed, it wasn’t that serious, they didn’t sacrifice the comedy all together for some oscar-bait Gotham brooding bullshit. A dumbass Monkey like myself could understand the direction the bros were going with that arc, regardless of whether I liked it or not. It is pretty myopic to think a series like this can’t and shouldn’t be anything else beyond a skinner box type comedy, because god forbid experimenting with the stories in lieu committing to a considerable routine most of your career to keep a certain mindset happy and buttfucking numb. *sigh* I apologize. To carry on...

I’ve talked about this before, so if you want here’s a link about the funeral scene of the arc’s final episode (quick read), but I wanna say that with Desti’s passing, they treat it with respect. They have their couple of jokes, but they don’t treat it like a joke; Desti's death would’ve been a lot more insulting to me if they didn’t take it as seriously. It showed that yeah, that shit hurt, it was not expected, and we’re with the gang as we see Meggy and them send her off, guns out. We’re with the characters where all that happens and it felt... organic. Like I said before, Desti was “someone who appeared to be distant and feisty but still had a heart. Someone who was among people that [grew to] care about her, in life and death.” Whether we consider it was for shock or not, she made her impact, it hit hard in the end, and they made the moment matter in the respective time.

And like Final Space, this affected the likes of Meggy the most, a character that had the most connection to Desti than the others, all while the others respect her grieving and trauma that came with it. Moments like “Something’s Up With Meggy” and “Mario Does the Chores” show that that stuck with her for real, and they don’t treat like some sick running gag. SMG4 mentions it not long afterward but respectably knew not to dwell on it for the rest of the year until “The Grand Festival” where it comes back as a soft, yet optimistic reminder.

Now I won’t say you can’t have your issue with the arc, I have my issues with it. But to say Desti’s death was crap was to objectively ignore the effort they put into making it a solid plot point, a solid heel turn for both Desti and Meggy. To ignore that they gave us a good character to basically just feel mad that they pulled the rug from under you. And I would’ve been mad too if killing her off was done poorly, but it wasn’t. The bros didn’t make a whole masterpiece, but they did what they set out to do and I say they pulled it off well for what it was. For who Desti was.

#smg4 #desti #smg4 desti #meggy #smg4 meggy #mnky replies #long post #sorry for the rant n bant

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Stan Lee University (Part 12)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 1591

Warnings: drama, language,

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong

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Stephen let you crash at his place, in the guest bedroom, then drove you to your first class of the day. All day, you felt this euphoria of Stephen’s night and yours. He opened up to you, and you to him. There wasn’t pressure, but trust.

Stephen ended up texting you that he hoped you had a good day and you sent him a smiley back, and wished him the same.

The next day, you were in your sociology class where Scott practically ran in when he saw you.

“Holy crap, Y/N,” he said, soaring in and landing in the seat beside you. “Did you hear?”

“Hear… what?” you urged, looking at him confused.

“Loki. He got punched, hard.”

“Good,” you muttered. “Listen, I really don’t want to talk about that ass any--”

“Don’t you wanna know what happened? Who did it?” he asked, clearly excited.

You frowned. “I don’t know. I mean--”

“You do. Okay, so word has it, Stephen Strange did it. He walked out of the science building. Right after that, he went and just nailed Loki--” He made a hitting motion from his left fist to his right palm “--Wham! Right in the jaw. Out in the courtyard. He didn’t say a word.”

A tiny smile played at your lips.

“Did you see it?” you wondered, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah. I did. It was pretty incredible. The guy just came up and socked him. Loki went down like a sack of potatoes. He was bleeding kinda bad and didn’t get up. He yelled at Stephen, but from what I could see, he didn’t respond.”

“That’s… Well, karma, right?” you said. You didn’t have any concrete evidence that Stephen did that for you, but if he did it right before he came to your dorm, it must’ve been about the bet.

“Right? It was awesome.”

“I bet it was,” you mused. You picked up your phone and texted him. “You hit Loki?”

“There’s no proof I did.”

“If there was, I’d enjoy seeing it.”

“Other than the bloody nose, and cut across his face, which I definitely did not give him, there is none.”

“Lol, duly noted. Thank you, any way. It means a lot.”

“Standing up for your honor was pretty easy.”

The goofiest grin crossed your face before you slipped your phone away for class. When all your classes were done for the day and you headed back to your dorm, you ran into Steve in the lobby.

“Hey,” you said, stopping him. “Could we talk?” you asked.

“Sure,” he obliged, a little confusion in his voice as you led him down the hall to your doorways.

“Hey, I just wanted to say thank you, for telling me about the bet. You didn’t have to tell me, but you did. I really appreciate that.”

He shook his head. “Eh, it was nothing.”

“No, it really was. You could’ve ignored it, said it was none of your business…”

With a somber smile, he said, “I couldn’t watch you get ridiculed like that. You don’t deserve it.”

A blossom of warmth spread in your chest. “Even after me and Bucky, and all that?”

He waved your words off. “What happened between you and Buck, stays between you two. You getting fucked over and not knowing about it, well that’s another thing.”

“Thanks, Steve.” You leaned up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re a really good guy, Steve, I hope you know that. Bucky and I are both really lucky to have you in our lives.”

When you let go, he was blushing and rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t sweat it.”

“Good night,” you bid him as you slipped into your room, ready to text Stephen some more.

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Friday night and you were back at Stephen’s house, rather than his dorm. The two of you liked the quiet, the privacy, the fact that you weren’t on campus, in the middle of all the bullshit.

You were in his room, a huge room with a king size, super soft bed and oversized TV. The TV was on low, as you two had ended up chit-chatting, shooting the shit about school and professors and classmates. You were going to play video games but both of you went into a lazy mode.

“You got your half of the lab report done?” he asked as he laid, his head hanging off the end of the bed.

“No, I blew it off,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “Yes, it’s done. I’ll email it to you tomorrow if that’s cool.”

“Nope. Need it right now.”

“Psht, as if you could focus on homework with me around.”

He just laughed. “You excited about being a senior next year?”

“Yeah. I’m a little nervous. You?”

He rolled over, peering down at you while you still laid on your back. “Nervous? What are you nervous about?”

You looked off to the side, not sure if you were ready to be this open with him. He’d been a complete gentleman so far. Hell, you weren’t even dating or official or whatever. He hadn’t made one move at you, which was really nice. He was just… being a friend, listening, but you were so worried he would be another Loki. Even if he hit Loki, even if he was there for you afterward, you weren’t sure you were ready to just… let him in, let him all the way in.

But you took a deep breath.

“I’m trusting you here,” you announced, your tone heavy.

“I know,” he assured as he stared at you.

You sighed. “I’m nervous because I worry every day that I’ll fail as a psychiatrist. That I won’t treat someone properly and they’ll commit suicide. That someone will think I don’t care. That someone will accuse me of just being in it for the money… I worry that I won’t get into med school at all. I worry that my drive and passion will drive away anyone who might want to marry me.”

“It’d only drive away idiots,” he stated.

You gave a half smile. “Thanks.”

“You know… I left behind a lot of my friends at BU. I was close to quite a few of them. But that school was just awful. I needed to get out of there. For me. So when you were telling me about how you worried about your friendships falling apart, it’s okay. The friendships that should endure, do, and the ones that don’t… well they become a fond memory. But I was scared. I was nervous as shit. New campus, trying to figure out where to go, who to talk to, who not to talk to. Then this plucky girl comes up to me and invites me to a pre-med club. It was a sign I was where I belonged.”

A shy smile displayed on your face despite yourself. “But what does that have to do with me worrying about being a failure?” you asked, curious as to why he said that.

“Because I know what it’s like to be scared. Worried your future isn’t going to work out exactly how you want it to.”

“But what it if doesn’t?” you asked.

“Well for one thing, it will, because you’re brilliant and hard working. But on the off chance it doesn’t, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and move forward, towards a new solution, a new path to get you where you wanna go. Just like I know you will do.”

“What’s come over you, Strange? Do I need to check you for a concussion? You’re being awfully nice to me?”

“I’m always nice to you,” he breathed as he gazed down at you.

The air suddenly shifted. Stephen wasn’t just this guy any more. He was… He was a guy that you wanted, really and truly wanted.

He eyed your lips then stared into your eyes before slowly coming down to meet your lips. As soon as his lips touched yours, it felt like you’d been rocketed to cloud nine. His lips were soft, extremely soft, the pressure ever so gentle on you. You didn’t feel trapped, or pinned, or pressured. He was putting the smallest amount on you to let you know he was, in fact, kissing you.

You pressed back slightly, letting him know his advances weren’t unwanted. He tasted, he felt, so different than Loki or Bucky. There was this… current that seemed to flow between you two. An energy you’d never felt before.

Within a second, he broke the spell around you. He leaned back slightly and peered down at you with a goofy smile.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asked. “What am I saying? Of course it was, you just kissed me.”

You grabbed a pillow and hit him. “You’re a cocky, arrogant bastard!” you teased, laughing.

“You haven’t objected yet.”

“I’m about to kick your ass all over this room, how’s that for objecting?” you asked, crossing your arms and smiling at him.

“I’d actually really like to see that.”

You rolled your eyes and turned onto your stomach to watch TV. “You’re twisted, Strange.”

“Maybe you should analyze me, doctor,” he joked as he settled beside you.

“Oh, good god, no. I don’t have all week.”

“Oh, so I need to pencil time in with you now?”

“Definitely. You don’t have any special pull here,” you teased, nudging him.

He laughed and the two of you enjoyed the night watching TV and eating popcorn.

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Quiet Intimacy - C.H.

summary - Friends can sleep in each other’s beds, but friends don’t treat each other like you and Calum do.

word count - 3.9k+

author’s note - slow burn best friends to lovers AU again?? u betcha babey. you know that one cocktail chat where calum’s like ‘oh wassup baby’?? yeah i got inspiration from that. enjoy :-)

warnings - swearing, depressive episode/anxiety attack (it’s mainly just breakdown from stress u kno??), mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of water and (feeling like one is) drowning, fluff + angst

Calum thinks it’s pathetic - the situation he’s in. He’s not one for cliches and yet he’s living one each moment he continues to breathe. I mean truthfully, there’s nothing wrong with it, but he knows how this will complicate things more. Or maybe it won’t but he doubts that because friends shouldn’t think of friends like they are heaven, like they embody light and joy. Friends shouldn’t long to hold the other’s hand and imagine kissing their lips when their smile is so bright that its elegance transcends to you so you’re smiling back at them. Most importantly, friends shouldn’t like each other as more than friends and more as lovers.

“You were in my dream last night,” you admit to Calum. You take a sip from your water.

Calum chokes on his spoonful of cereal. He didn’t expect those words to come from your mouth. The beating in his chest quickens. He just assumed what he had was unrequited, but with those words, Calum thinks maybe it’s not. Maybe the feelings are mutual. Maybe your heart heard the song his played for you, the sweet melody of a tender affection for the beautiful angel who makes his heart race but also calms it with its kind nature. Once he recovers from his coughing fit, he replies, “Oh yeah, what about?”

You can’t help but admire how natural it is having Calum here. Your heart flutters at the domesticity. This is what people aspire for. They want something simple, something compassionate, something warm, and something enduring. You swallow another mouthful. “It’s not like anything weird, so chill.”

“Last time you told me about your dream that you said wasn’t weird was early 1900s themed and you had a pet dragon,” he retorts.

You glare at him and explain, “Well it’s not like that, so shut up and let me talk.” Calum rolls his eyes. “Um, well it was us at Ikea, that furniture store, you know the one --”

“I know what Ikea is (Y/N),” Calum intrudes. You throw a crumpled napkin at him. Calum quickly dodges it and watches the annoyance slowly build in your eyes. You scold, “Hey, I said don’t talk, but anyways we went to Ikea and you know that movie 500 Days of Summer?” Calum nods. “Yeah it was like that. We were exploring Ikea like Summer and Tom did. I thought it was nice and fun and- hey why are you looking at me like that?”

A smirk graces Calum’s lips, but Calum wouldn’t say it’s one. It’s not a smirk, but rather a bashful grin where only one corner of his mouth tilted up, while his eyes gleamed at you with hope and curiosity. The look on his face was a consequence of your earlier confession about him - you had a dream about him, a dream with him where you two went on a date. His innocent questions left you to incomprehensible sentences. “Does someone have a crush on me? Does (Y/N) specifically have a crush me, Calum Hood?”

“What? No. Me liking you? Please, that’s like, um, that’s like-,” you stutter.

“Yeah, okay, sure you don’t,” he chides. “A dream is a wish your heart makes, just saying.”

And his heart wants you. His heart dreams for you.

Calum wonders if you’ve ever considered him as something more than a friend. You probably don’t because this quiet intimacy you two have can be just as platonic as it can be romantic.

It was grocery day, meaning you and him would go to the supermarket to buy whatever foods you thought you were low on stock in your apartment. It was a joke at first for Calum to tag along when you went to the store, but now it feels unnatural if he’s not there. You accustomed to Calum’s commentary on which apple looked better than another, why it’s better to cut your own melons than buy the pre-cut fruit, his hesitance, but he quickly got over that uncomfortable feeling, of waiting in line at the register when you forgot one item and scurried back to the aisles to find it, and most of all, his insistence to always buy at least one box of his favorite cereal. You never do, of course, but he notices that you somehow always have it stocked in your pantry despite all his pleads.

This time around, it felt different. You didn’t want Calum to be there with you. You wanted to grocery shop alone for once. Maybe it was because you had a crap day at work and wanted to indulge in your stash of ice cream, but then you remembered you ate all of it last time Calum came over, so you felt even worse on your way back home. Maybe it was because the elevator broke down and you had to walk up four flights of stairs just to get to your apartment that you felt even snappier and annoyed that day. Maybe it was because you didn’t get a call or email back about your application for another job to quit your current one. Maybe it was a culmination of things that made your body feel like it was slowly walking down the shore of a beach. With each step, the tide pulled you further. The pull of the water was driving you into deep depths to the sea. The further you walked, the harder it was to move your body back to its origin. Your movements stalled as you noticed as a wave begins to form. Your breath quickened in and out of your lungs, because you’ve never been this far out before by yourself; with other people, yes, but alone, no. The wave gained more momentum as it swam to you. Just as it struck down on you, you heard a voice call out your name. Once it hit, the water ran and so did your tears.

You thought you were drowning, that you were done for, that this was the end. You couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t move, but you smelled a hint of musk in the water. Wait, that doesn’t make sense.

It was then you realized you weren’t in the ocean trapped in a current. You opened your eyes to find your body trapped in strong arms. The unknown arms keeper whispered soft reassurances to you in a long hug. Your senses slowly regained when you turned your head up and saw a familiar face.

The dark colored hair, the slight stubble on their chin, the soft cotton shirt, the trace of smoke hidden in the aroma of their cologne, and the beautiful plump pink lips.

Calum whispered again to your hair, “you’re okay. It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you.”

You sighed into his neck. His arms pulled away as he led you back to your front door. He set you down on the sofa as he prepared you a glass of water. He handed you the cup and wouldn’t take it back until you finished all of its contents.

You hated this part, the part where Calum pressed on and on about what’s wrong and what happened to you. You prepared for his splurge of questions, but it never came. Instead he cleared his throat and breathed, “I, um, I saw the list.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Calum grabbed for something in his pocket. “The grocery list. I got your stuff already. Thought I forgot somethin’ here Tuesday and was gonna ask you to look but remembered you gave the spare, so I kinda just came over and saw it,” he admitted. “I know we usually go together, but I had to get some stuff too, so thought mind as well do yours too. Sorry if that’s like a no-no. I won’t do it again.”

A gentle smile drew on your face at Calum’s shy rambles. You stood from the couch and pulled him up. Your arms wrapped around his torso as you mumbled, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Calum knew he shouldn’t leave you in such a fragile state, but he really needed to get back home and tend to Duke. He mustered the confidence. “I know you just got home, but do you wanna head over to my place? We could just do take out and you can take the guest room if you’re still tired.”

During the drive to his, you couldn’t keep your hands still. The crying session was over, yes, but the stress was still there and you had no release of that. At a red light, Calum reached for one hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, a reassurance that he was there for you and you aren’t alone. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand and rested your entwined hands on your thigh once the traffic light switched to green. As the tires ran to their next destination, Calum’s thumb ran soft and slow laps on your skin.

When you finally reached his house, you didn’t want to let go. If you left the vehicle, then the intimacy that transpired in Calum’s car would also disappear. Those twenty minutes of peace, quiet, and simply being together, like what you had was something more, something more than what you and Calum simply were - friends - would soon fade into a distant memory of a romance that set ablaze for fleeting moments but quickly put out.

Calum turned to you, still holding your hand. He spoke, “Hey, I think we should at least get in before the sun sets, no?”

You exhale loudly. You mumbled, “Okay, yeah. Let’s go.”

You pulled the tab to open the car door, but Calum was already there outside your door. He was breathless. He chuckled before squatting in front of you, still gasping for air. “Can’t let my best girl walk again after those four flights of stairs. Come on, hop on.”

Everything after the piggy back became hazy if someone asked you to describe what happened that day. There was one thing you didn’t expect to find a picture of you asleep on Calum’s chest with his arm around you on his sofa on your phone. You most certainly didn’t expect for Ashton’s text in the group chat to say, “and you two say you aren’t together.”

Calum understands how having feelings for his best friend can either make or break the two of you. That’s why he’s concealed it from you for so long. He only told the boys and he fears they might be the ones that will tell you in a drunken stupor or out of pure accident, but he knows they wouldn’t. They’re his boys and their friendship was always greater than putting one of their love interests at stake over friendship.

Take right now for instance. You’re with the boys, but you’re leaning against Calum as you watch Ashton instruct them how to make some concoction of an alcoholic drink. Michael quickly pours in the alcohol, while Luke steadily pours in some type of chaser - fruit punch, you think it is but you’re not too sure - to mask the putrid taste of vodka.

You whisper into Calum’s ear, “Do they want to die tonight or?”

Calum laughs at your remark. He isn’t even sure why they’re throwing a party. Maybe it’s to celebrate how well received the released singles for their upcoming album have been, but still they usually don’t go all out like this. Calum is about to respond, but before he could speak, Luke shouts, “Grab your cups, lads and non-initiated lad, (Y/N)! Time to drink! Cocktail chats, let’s do this!”

Calum sees Ashton add a paper umbrella and slice of pineapple to two vibrant colored drinks that you’re holding. He sighs before taking the glass from you. “You know you don’t have to drink? Like we, I mean the boys and I, are just doing this for the fans yknow? I’m sure there’s water somewhere.”

You smile at his concern. “It’s okay. I’m not going to drink much after seeing all that vodka Michael poured in and then Ashton snuck in, so I’m good.”

He chuckles at your distaste. You never really were a big drinker like them. They say the gasoline taste goes away, but it’s not true. Well it’s partial true; however, it takes a whole lot of time, and whole lot of other alcohol and maybe something non-alcoholic before the gross liquid becomes semi-palatable.

You don’t know what song on the album they’re at after your fifth drink, so much for not drinking huh. You just know makeshift cocktail in your hand tastes good. You were weary at the start, but once you tasted it, you didn’t seem to mind. Michael even admit that it was actually two parts fruit punch and one part vodka, because they knew they shouldn’t get too hammered while filming. Still, the amount you’ve consumed is far less compared to the boys drank so far.

Noticing a bright glow on your face, Calum approaches you with languid, yet flimsy steps. He nudges your shoulder and you quickly hide your phone in your butt pocket. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired, yknow?” you reveal. Your eyes search around the room and you quickly ask, “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Calum pauses, “I think it’s down that hall and first door on your left. It’s one of the two doors over there if I’m wrong.”

As you venture to the hallway, you hear Calum scold himself. Fuckin’ idiot why didn’t you walk her there?

One of the consequences of alcohol: you have to pee so fucking much. It’s worse than water, because you have to pee like every twenty minutes. You get bloated when you drink too much and god, you hate drinking. You swear you’re done drinking after you wash your hands, but are soon mistaken when Ashton forces two drinks in your hands once you exit. Luke spews nonsense into your ear when you reach the back wall as Calum gets ready to film his part for the song. Luke starts, “You know this was supposed to be band mates exclusive only.” You raise your eyebrows with slight interest at Luke as he rambles. “But we have a soft spot for you.” You give Luke a soft smile to show you’re listening and place the two drinks Ashton gave to you on the side table. You’re an earshot away when Luke mutters “especially Calum,” but you only hear a mumble about Calum and nothing else until Luke’s little spur is interrupted by Ashton yelling at him to grab another drink before he films the next shot. Luke mutters a quick apology before throwing his and another phone into your hands. It’s Calum’s because you see the rocket sticker you put on his case after you bought a batch of 100 stickers off the internet for cheap. His phone goes off from a text and you see that his background is the picture Ashton sent two months ago, the one where you and Calum are snuggled together on his sofa. Your heart flutters at the sight. He’s so loving, so gentle, so kind.

Calum’s voice echoes in the living room and you look up from your spot. He’s trying to explain something, but he’s so giggly that he can’t finish his story properly. It comes in short takes. You slowly sip on your drink as you watch him talk to joyfully about the new music he’s about to release.

“Let me tell you how it went down,” he starts, “they come into our room and we’re like --” He notices you watching and absentmindedly voices his thoughts, “Oh wassup baby?” He shakes his head with a smile. “Don’t put that in,” he laughs. “They come into our room and --”

Everything Calum said after came as white noise. You saw him directly look at you when he said that line. ‘Oh wassup baby?’ And the picture on his lockscreen? You feel as time has slowed and your main focus on Calum transforms into the ikea date again. You’re imagining what it’s like to hold his hand, what it’s like to kiss his cheeks without it being a problem, without Calum’s teasing, what it’s like to fall asleep in his arms and not worry whether you did something disgraceful. Your heart soars at the thought of being in a relationship with him. It’d be wonderful, such a beautiful, wonderful thing.

It’s been an hour and a half since the filming stopped and you’re just lazing on the patio chair admiring the view from Ashton’s house. You hear the screen door open, but don’t bother to check who it is. You assume it’s Calum. “Hey (Y/N), we’re all heading out, but I don’t trust myself with driving so is it cool if we crash here?” You nod at his words, not really listening to what he’s saying. “There’s only two spare rooms and Luke and Michael took the one with two beds so, um, do you wanna share? Or do you want to sleep by yourself? Or-” You continue nodding but not really paying attention. “(Y/N). Hey (Y/N).” His fingers snaps. “Do you want to share a room and sleep?” You stopped nodding when your brain registered ‘room’ and ‘sleep.’

You respond weakly, “Okay, yeah. Let’s go.”

You blink and you’re being lifted in the air. You squeal in Calum’s arms. He chuckles loudly at your antics. “Can’t have my best girl walking in a place she’s never been to. Come on, let me carry you.”

You just plugged in your phone by the time Calum exits the bathroom after showering. You hear his breath hitch when he enters the room. You scrunch your eyebrows. “What do I have something on my face? Oh my god, is there a spider?” Calum quickly shakes his head. “Then why’re you looking at my like that?”

“Like what?” he asks.

“I don’t know. You’re just - ugh,” you groan. “Like that!” You point to his face.

“(Y/N), I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Calum quickly answers.

“Like, like all soft and puppy like. Do you wanna kiss me or somethin’?”

Calum chews on his cheek trying to muffle a laugh, but in his head, it’s going a mile a minute with all his thoughts processing. Do you know about his crush? Did someone tell you? Was it Ashton? No, was it Luke? Calum saw you with him after you used the restroom. Fuck. “Me? Want to kiss you? That’s gross. We’re friends for gods sake. Me wanting to kiss you that’s like, that’s like --”

You unleash a frustrated sigh when you heard ‘gross’ and ‘friends.’ You mutter to yourself, “Wish I could see you as the friend you see me as.”

Calum’s eyebrows furrow. He’s pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to hear that and he’s too nervous to say anything about it.

You get up from your spot and search for extra pillows and blankets. You announce, “I think I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

Calum is confused. You two have done this before. Maybe not on a bed, but you’ve fallen asleep next to each other. You’ve woken in each other’s arms before and every time you do, it’s pure bliss, to wake up in the confines of someone’s warm embrace, to feel their heartbeat, to watch them gain clarity from a drowsy gaze, to see their sleepy smile. It’s a lovely thing to sleep beside someone.

Calum scurries when he sees you’ve finally found the blankets. He rushes, “Wait, don’t leave. I need to tell you something.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Really? Can’t it wait til tomorrow?”

He can tell you’re drawing a veil over yourself again. Whenever you get uncomfortable, you always pull a disappearing act. You get scared. You panic. Then you flee. That’s how it always goes, but he can’t have you vanish even the slightest when he’s this close, when he has hope that the feelings he has are being reciprocated. He knew that eventually he would answer to his feelings, but he didn’t expect it to come now. The call came too soon and it wasn’t him waiting. It was you on the line.

He rushes, “Yeah. It’s about that one person I told you about a couple months ago. I have updates.”

Calum pats the side of the bed, offering you a seat. Instead of sitting, you lean against the closed bedroom door in front of him. You’re too nervous that if you sit, you might not be able to stand after and free yourself from him. You need to put a distance. You need to put up your guard. You shrug your shoulders as a sign for him to continue with his story.

He licks his lips. His mind is working overdrive trying to say the right words. He can’t articulate things like this on the spot. He stares at the ground trying to formulate coherent sentences. “Um so yeah, they’re a good friend of mine.” You roll your eyes at him. You knew that already. “And they’re just so good to me, yknow? They always have my foods stocked up in their cupboard, which is really sweet. Um I held their hand a few weeks ago and they have really soft hands. Also, they gave me a spare to their place, so I stay over a lot. And god, they always fall asleep on me when I come over to theirs and it’s really refreshing waking up with someone just there, yknow? Like you know how we tend to fall asleep on the couch during movie nights? It’s like that. And god, it feels so great to like your best friend and know they like you back.”

That last line was a bit cheeky, but he can’t help himself when you’ve given him hope.

You, on the other hand, feel your body shut down. The happiness and joy exuded out of Calum and you couldn’t stand it. All hopes of kindling a romance with him is gone. It’s wrong of you to be jealous of Calum’s love life going well, while yours is clearly sinking. You fear that you could be getting replaced and left for nothing. You felt like you were in the ocean again, but this time you could look back. When your body pivoted in the water, you saw no one on the shore calling for you and that’s when you knew you were done for. It was a mistake, but you were already too deep. Your emotions and feelings were smothering you. The water became too chaotic for you to withstand and you’ve never been a good swimmer to begin with. Your chest is starting to hurt because you can’t breathe with all the water surging at you. You feel a tear leak from the corner of your eye but you pretend it didn’t fall in hopes that Calum didn’t see. You somehow muster enough air and fake a smile. “That’s great Calum! When do I get to meet the lucky person?”

Calum parades an awkward smile now. “That’s the funny part.” He scratches the back of his neck, still looking at the ground. “You kind of know them.”

Now you’re confused. You don’t remember meeting any new friends of Calum’s.

Calum gets up from his spot and grabs his phone. “Hear I’ll show you a picture of me and them together.”

Calum hands you his phone and you stare at his lockscreen.

Tears build in your eyes, but they aren’t strong enough withstand the storm in you so they begin to crumble and fall. You don’t know what to say. When you look up to Calum, he sends you a gentle smile. He wipes the loose tears, while his doe eyes shine brightly with the adoration he has for you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

a/n - thank u for reading :-) feedback is always appreciated !!

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SnK S3E03 Results (Manga Reader Version)

The poll closed with 563 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that this is the results of the manga reader poll. Anime only watchers are suggested not to read if you do not wish to be spoiled about certain events! Anime only viewers, click here to view your poll results!

Rate the episode

84% of users rated the episode a 4 or 5 this week, compared to 64% last week. This episode had less action, but was full of key character moments that manga readers were excited to see animated.

So far it's my favourite since it follows the most the manga but with some bearable adjustemements. If the episodes will be like this from now on, I'll be completely satisfied and could get over all the changes in the first two episodes.

The adaptation is doing well, but of course manga readers(me included) about some bits being changed and rearranged. But on the other hand they might come me up with something unexpectedly good. I won't forgive them if they don't give shit machine tho.

It’s starting to feel more like the arc I love

It was great, I'm having trouble deciding which episode is the best of this season yet. I thought the second one was the best, but then I remember the premiere and now, once again, I am thinking about the 3rd one being the greatest. The quality this season is off the charts.

Compared to episode 2, episode 3 was quite uninteresting

I think it must have been boring and confusing for Anime-only's

This episode was appropriately paced for an episode full of flashbacks, and honestly I think it paid off to get the backstories of Erwin and Historia in one showing to avoid conflicting with the future action episodes. I don't have much else to say- I can't really be critical because it was a pretty good episode, adaptation-wise.

Which of the following moments were your favorite?

Hange taking their anger out on the table and Levi walking in on it is the winner here! The closest runner ups were seeing Levi’s wanted poster and getting Erwin and Historia’s backstories. We all agree it was nice to see many of these things in color animation finally!

Hange's scene where she blames her table destruction on a cockroach? Totally relatable. And I loved that Levi kinda teased her for it.

I have been waiting for Erwin's back story for AGES and was not disappointed! Kidwin was as heartbreakingly adorable as expected (that nose!! The sad bby at the funeral!!)

I liked all the topics they addressed that had been previously skipped (Historia and Erwin’s pasts). Also, while the sequence of events have been changed, I’m looking forward to how they are going to pan this out.

Erwin has great ass.

Hange's tableflip scene was amazeballs, man I love her!!

Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit. Pixis in a suit.

The conversation between Erwin and Pixis gave me thrills. I thought it was going to be boring, but it was very well shown.

My girl Hange's time to shine in this episode! I want her "BAAAKAAAA" as a ringtone asap

Who drew it better: WIT or Isayama?

51% of respondents thought the OG drew it best. Isayama can finally sleep at night. Funnily enough, the anime only respondents preferred WIT’s version!

Who has the best reaction to Historia’s backstory?

Sasha took the lead as she paused licking at her soup bowl to listen to Historia’s story. Connie was easily the next runner up with his dumbfounded expression. We weren’t surprised to see Springles win this one!

How cute was baby Historia?

The vast majority of respondents just wanna pinch those cute little cheeks (and probably take her home, treat her to some hot cocoa and love her properly).

And baby Historia was the cutest omg! That lil nose and her lil blush! I'm crying bittersweet tears here.

How could anyone possibly look down on and abuse such a precious little bean like baby Historia?? Alma's so pathetic…

Baby Historia is the cutest thing I have seen in anime. She is so adorable and sweet! I would love to hug her so much! She is just too cute! <3

Child Hisu is ADORKABLE

How cute was little Erwin?

While this is a tiny bit more spread out than Historia, the majority of respondents were also enamored with adorable kidwin and are ready to adopt him at any time (and probably give lots of hugs too!).

BABYWIN!!!!!!!!!

Young Erwin was def my fav bighead-bigbrows!

I love Erwin so muchhhh my precious baby is so cute and handsome at the same timeeeee I just want to hug him and never let anything bad happen to him againnnnn

The episode was dialogue heavy with a lot of character backstories and plot exposition. What type of episodes do you tend to prefer watching?

In general, respondents don’t mind if an episode has a lot of action or if it’s a bit slower with some good plot developments. What matters is that we keep moving forward and that it’s entertaining, right?

About episode type: Tense conversation ready to break into action at any second, like when Kenny and Levi were talking in the bar.

It was a nice change of pace after all the fights in the first 2 episodes but I'm looking forward to the action coming back next episode

Did Flegel really stay in that alleyway the entire night?

We asked this mostly for fun and respondents didn’t disappoint. The majority believe that he did stay in the alleyway the entire night, but plenty of you had some fun commentary (and sass) to provide us all with some laughs:

Based on how the events at Erwin's went, I'd guess that Reeves was killed nearing dawn and it hasn't been that long.

During the night, he went to slay all of marley and came back in the morning, Flegel for president!

Oh crap, I didn't even notice that. Part of me wants to say maybe he left and came back, but that really doesn't make much sense if he's trying to not get caught. No doubt the Interior Squad would have surveyed the area a little before getting the body ready for a public reveal to frame Erwin.

He took one long leak

He went to get sour cream and came back

Slept in a trash-can then went for a morning stroll

insert Schroedinger's cat analogy

No clearly Annie came and rescued him

Somehow he knew Commander Handsome will be there, so yeah, he stayed. I would stay too <3

no, he crawled up the wall like a spider and slept on the rooftops dont worry

On a scale of 1-5, how distressed are you about Eren being tied, gagged and drugged?

Most respondents seemed unconcerned or indifferent to Eren’s current situation, but those who are distressed were pretty vocal about it:

PLEASE MAKE SURE THE POOR BOY GETS SOME WATER??? The little scene with his in-and-out of consciousness is very distressing to see!

I pray that Eren gets a happy ending; I feel SO stressed for him

Who has the best hat?

Connie’s sunhat took the lead! But we agree that all hats are good and that everyone was looking fab.

HAT HAT HAT I'm really hoping that from this point on, they will follow the manga more closely again, as I am not super impressed by the current shake-up in event order but most importantly HAT HAT HAT JEAN GOT HIS HAT.

The hats!!! The hats are so good!

Love his top hat but lost half his lines for it

JEAANNN'S HAAAT

How many flashbacks within flashbacks is too many?

Half of respondents appreciated the Inception reference and just want to be flashbacked into oblivion. Okay but seriously, there were some who got a bit confused by WIT’s use of flashbacks for some of these scenes. We hope you’re holding up okay during current manga chapters!

bit weird to slow it down this much when the first 2 episodes were so action packed, 2 flashbacks in one episode is a bit much if you ask me. the episode didnt give you any break or a few seconds to let the information sink in.

I was confused by flashbacks in flashbacks. I don't lke that type of stuff and I got feeling that they were traveling in time :/

How do you feel about the rearrangement of events after this episode?

45% are still tentative and not ready to judge the situation just yet. However, a good 37% combined are either content or are already finding they like the changes better. It seems the optimism is starting to improve overall!

Dont remember much of the order of events in this arc, as long as it all makes sense its fine. I trust Isayamas judgment

I prefer the manga’s order, but I am content, BUT I’m still waiting for more episodes to make a final judgement, BUT I’m still very confused with where they are going with this.

I want to slap the whole WIT Studios and Yams but u know im okay for now.

Same story, different medium. Pretty neutral, happy I don’t know word for word what’s going to happen.

So I was very very nervous about the changes and pacing, but them taking the time to slow down and let the emotional weight of Historia and Erwin's backstories sink in is just what I needed to calm down a bit. I still have some preferences with the manga, but I'm sated to the point of watching and waiting without making too much of a fuss.

Some changes do make the action flow smoother, but im not happy that the studio decided to cut out Reeves-Levi wall bonding and L's squad 2.0's doubts on killing people

Rearrangement? Who cares? Erwin on graveyard was pure sex how was I supposed to thino about rearrangments???

I think the anime is doing a good job restructuring the arc, and is preserving its internal consistency quite well. But I am upset about some of the things that got removed, so I don't quite like the anime's retelling.

The rearrangement was understandable, however until I can look over the whole arc, I wouldn't be able to give a fair opinion on the execution of this season.

How do you feel about Historia’s absence when the Survey Corps proposed she needs to be queen?

As with the previous question, nearly half of voters are not yet ready to judge how the changes will affect the arc overall. 35% of you guys think it was a bad choice on WIT’s part. It’s probably safe to say we’re all on our toes wondering how WIT is going to handle this plot development as they move forward!

I hope we can still see the Levi smiling moment at the end of this arc despite the absence of these scenes.

I prefer Rod being the one to push the idea of her royalty into her, and I still think we'll get a moment regarding Levi's will to accept a different kind of hell and pushing Historia to make a choice in some other way later.

It didn't have a huge significance to the plot but it gave both Historia and Levi some good characterisation.

I feel a mixture of "I need more episodes" and "It was a poor choice".

Had to be done for an action packed start the season but I'm disappointed as it is an important scene for Levi's development

It was a poor choice that broke an important chain of events, it was Levi who had to force Historia.

Ralph called Hange a devil after they were locked up. Was this good foreshadowing to current manga events?

71% of respondents believed that this was good foreshadowing! We suppose one nice part of the anime being as behind from the manga as it is, is that we can recall these older moments that manage to have thematic relevance to current events.

I think Hange being called a devil was amazing foreshadowing, but also in a sense that, by overthrowing the current system, they are unwittingly putting themselves in the exact same position as the old government and its cronies were in with almost exactly the same problems and solutions available to them, the poor things just don't see it yet.

After this week, do you believe future episodes are now going to be more faithful to the original chapters?

50% of voters are confident that WIT is mostly headed back toward the linear timeline of the manga, with maybe small bits and pieces shuffled or omitted. 28% aren’t feeling as optimistic about it, however. But 18% are confident we’re back onto the strict manga timeline.

I'll have to wait and see all the episodes. No point trying to guess, only to be disappointed. Isayama authorised the changes, let's see what his new vision of these chapters!

I believe they will be faithful more than just "a little bit." It seems the PV is a good indicator of that. The Historia rising up to be queen is definitely going to be handled differently and there is no way around that. But I'm ready, Wit!

im still trying to grasp what they trying to do of the pacing and the moments and i still hope the upcoming eps will make sense of all that cuts and flashbacks.

They'll have to do something different with Levi and Historia's 'discussion' about her becoming queen. I wonder if it will happen later, and someone else will do Reeve's line about him being a scary but good man? It would be interesting if someone like Mikasa does it.

Leaked episode titles PROVE they are gonna butcher up the cave scene

Maybe yes, maybe not. It all depends on Isayama and WIT, so let us wait for episode 41, shall we?

Which scene from the PV are you most looking forward to this week?

The largest group are most looking forward to Jean testing whether or not they can trust Marlowe and Hitch (please give us the stick WIT!). The close runner up is Levi interrogating the MP with the nice mustache and a case of foot-in-mouth. Literally.

I'm totally excited to see Marlowe and Hitch!

Central MP HQ next week?!?! Hoping for some new action scenes.

GIVE ME HITCH AND MARLO RIGHT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW

everyone in the PV is hot (yes pulverized erwin is still included)

Which group of characters are you favorite?

“All of them” wins as the good neutral vote.

I never know how to answer the which group is your favorite question because my fav is 104th + Annie (sans RB). So I'm always answering sans RBA which is unfair to Annie.

Where you do primarily discuss the series?

Additional thoughts on the episode?

A little bit better, but not enough. But overall I'm satisfied and I enjoyed it.

All in all, a very nicely done episode. I like how the story is coming together, all the different elements in the manga are there, just in a different order. I had high hopes for this season and so far I am not disappointed!

At this point I have absolutely NO clue where they are, or what's going on. The manga was less confusing for me.

Damn cockroaches, always ruining Hange's day.

Earlier I was really salty about Levi having to hold Mikasa back everytime it was mentioned that Eren was kidnapped, but later I noticed that instead of Mikasa being cool with it immediately like she was in her manga, in the anime they are slowing her development down to make it more realistic and believable(Levi had to physically restrain her the first time around, while the second time he just had to talk her down) so I still have faith it wit. I am still a little angry that the "That wasn't how I raised him." scene was cut though. It was an important Mikasa-Armin moment. But oh well! At least we got to see Jean in his glorious fedora!

Felt well-paced, I do like that they are tweeking things to make the anime feel more smooth.

Hanji looked like a snack throughout this episode shes so hot oh my god I’m so gay

Baby Erwin and Historia are wonderful, and I really like that they put two very different parent/child relationships on display here. Erwin's devotion to his father's theories, and the closeness to their relationship paralleled the neglegence Alma showed towards Historia - and in the end, the parents meet the same fate, offed by the Interior Squad."

Both Historia and Erwin's backstories needed stronger direction. Also, just a nitpick, but the soundtrack they used when Sannes told Hange "good luck" was an extremely weird choice. It was a very grim and ominous scene yet the music in the background didn't reflect that.

Pixis' lack of opposition was annoying. It seemed like he was just there so that Erwin had someone to talk about his backstory to. In the manga his red-line of no blood being spilled and his willingness to stay with the nobility if they had unknown but good reasons for their behaviour increased the stakes a lot.

I love the consistent tension buildup and the music choices that just compliment it. Sawano has been on a roll with the new tunes, and the way old ones have been used has been fantastic. Attack on D for Erwin's flashback is a choice I didn't consider, but I'll be damned if that wasn't a great call.

I just want to protect smol Historia and precious little Kidwin

Loving the development for Erwin. People need to realize that he isn't some cold hearted badass. He has feelings too ya know!

Thank you to everyone who participated! We’ll see you back on Monday!

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trashyfanficcutouts · 3 years

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CRINGE ALERT

[ One of my first finished fanfics... A terrible creepypasta fanfic from early 2016. Literally cried when I found this. It’s SOOOO bad! Everything about this is so bad, but I’m pretty sure it could be saved... not that I’m going to. Only sharing this to laugh at past me, that silly little idiot <3

AHEM! May I present to the poor soul who has stumbled across this...

“Griefer In The System” (Except the title has nothing to do with the story and it was written by a young edgy pre-teen who wanted edgy romance.)

word count: 16,274 ]

Ben'S DEATH

Ben was just your average kid who loved video games, Legend of Zelda more specifically. His dad was a heavy drinker but it was never a real problem. When BEN got Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask he was so excited, he had wanted this game for a over a month now. As soon as he got it he rushed to his room and put it in his N64, he played it all night. He loved to be alone in his room, he did not have many friends but he did have many bullies. As he got further into the game he began to play it more, more than he should have. His dad was getting concerned about the time his son was spending on that game of his. He had made lots of plans for cool places they could go, but the plans never got carried out. Days went by and BEN was getting further into his game, to the final dungeon and more importantly the final boss. Yet in a way he didn't want to beat the game because his fun would end and he would go back to being the depressed little kid he was before. Although he knew that he could replay the game but it wouldn't be the same, It's never the same the second time you play it. All the wonder and difficulty it had the first time would be gone. BEN got to the stone tower temple on the final day, he then saved the game and went to bed. The next day his dad had a surprise that BEN would probably like. They were going to a local lake that usually had no people there. BEN did not get the choice to stay home, if he had stayed home he would have beaten the game. He would have lived. Almost as soon as they got to the lake his dad pulled out some beer. BEN hated it when his dad drank but he always found a way to deal with it. He sat on the until the heat finally got to him. BEN ran and jumped into the refreshing water, but he splashed his now drunk dad which was a horrible mistake. BEN's dad stood up clearly angry. "YOU SHOULDN'T OF DONE THAT!" he yelled. He began to chase after BEN, he grabbed him and slammed him in the water. BEN was not going without a fight, He quickly grabbed his dad's arm and twisted it making him let go. BEN bursted to the surface gasping for air, he began to swim farther into the lake till the water was deep enough to go over his head. Suddenly something blunt hit him in the head. He started sinking to the bottom of the lake, Somehow a shattering beer bottle to the head paralyzed him. Everything began to fade into darkness. But before it did the happy mask salesman popped into his head saying the familiar words "You've met with a terrible fate haven't you BEN?" That's when everything went dark and he ran out of breath.

Griefer or Bastard was in his room playing his Nintendo 64 he was playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. The very first game he'd owned he's replayed the game about 50 times and has always found something new that he hasn't discovered before. He had gotten the game by accident. He'd been looking in his deceased grandfather's attic where the creepy stuff were. He'd found an old box and picked it up because it just seemed to be calling him. It was an odd thing, at first he had been frightened but then he gathered up as much courage as a five year old could and saw that it was only a couple of old games and took them out of the attic to see them properly. His mother asked where he found the box and he told her in the attic. She gasped and looked frightened for a moment but then she said 'put the box back where you found it.' Of course has didn't want to and argued with her saying 'I promise I will take care of the games. Please mom.' He said giving her the big kitty eyes that always won. After a moment's hesitation she said 'fine but you have to wear this.' She gave him a chain with a time stopper that had a teardrop in it that held real water. His mother explained that when he played his games or anything that got too intense his power would be unleashed. He could see the dead or undead.

His powers weren't supposed to show up until he turned fifteen but he was an early one. Too early. His powers were contained in the teardrop. He was a master of time itself.

Bas nodded. After that she looks relieved and smiled at him.

Bas looked at the time and yelled, "SHIT IMMA BE LATE!!!" He hadn't even gotten dressed but that didn't matter at the moment so he decided to put on some random shorts on and left his kawaii anime shirt that he'd fallen asleep with on. Then he did his daily routine fast and swung his LOZ one strap backpack over his shoulder and rushed out the door forgetting to do his hair. He thankfully arrived at the bus stop and sighed. James glared at him and said "Look what the cat dragged in." Bas just sighed and said, "What do you want." "I want you." Bas looked at him without emotion and said, "You know what screw you cause I don't want you. You freaking asshole." With that said the bus pulled up and he walked to fourth seat his favorite seat. No one sat there because they were afraid of messing with him because the last time someone took his seat he did something bad.

James looked at him as he walks by and winked at him. Griefer just looked away.

Everyone knew that Griefer was LGBT he came out on his 8th birthday and was proud of who he was.

Even though some people picked on him he didn't mind it when they called him terrible names. His father pretended to support him even though his mother tried hiring a stripper to get him to like girls but he ran away. His mother tried to make him act like someone he wasn't but he just couldn't take it anymore and ran away from home for the second time. After that his father found him and his mother beat him over and over again just because of who he was. His mother was ordered to never see him again, she was put in jail for 5 years this happened when he was super young around 7 he was now 12 it's been 5 years she was out there looking for him. Somewhere. It was a good thing they'd moved last year. But anyways back to school... I was walking on the school grounds with my close best friend, Glitcher. He was the best gamer around and even made several awesome topnotch games with the best graphics ever. I was kinda jealous of him because he usually got all the girls and guys or whatever. They like him because he was just that likeable. I even had a crush on him. But I knew that he wouldn't be my friend anymore if I said I liked him. But oh well. I needed to get to class now. I rushed to my class. As I rushed I felt someone staring at me. I turned my head and saw that it was Glitcher. He waved at me. I waved back and continued walking to my class. Which had to be ELA I hated that class the teacher always gave me a hard time and one time she went too far and I had a panic attack. It was terrible. After two hours of James being an asshole to me the bell finally rang and like always I was the first one out. I met up with Glitcher and we hung out and talked about the latest games. Then his current girlfriend walked towards us she was hot I had to admit. "So did you bring my stuff Glitchy. Or did you forget it again." She asked in a very bitchy tone. I frowned she shouldn't be talking to Glitcher like that no one should. I glared at her and then Glitcher said, " Of course Maddie I have your stuff." After she left I asked, "Why do you let her treat you like that?" "Why do you say that?" I sighed he could be so naive sometimes but I didn't say anything 'if only you knew' "Knew what?!?" Oops I guess I said that aloud. "Nothing." "Tell me." "No cuz then you'll make fun of me and won't be my friend." "I will always be your friend no matter what!!" I sighed and he knew that I was about to tell him something very important but really I was just good at lying. "I have a super awesome game that I've never told you about." This was true but it wasn't what I was supposed to tell him. "What! why didn't you tell me." "I dunno." After school we went home he dragged me by the arm and I smiled slightly by him touching me. When he looked back he asked what's wrong. I just smiled and said nothing.

We soon entered the house he wanted to see the game and console. I took him to see it and he looked so awed by it I laughed and asked him what he wanted to play. He said he wants to play Donkey Kong. Of course he would want to play the first game for this type of console. I smiled at him and dug in the box for it and put the cartridge in. We waited for it to load and played for over 5 hours writing down notes and some ways to cheat the game. "Wanna play LOZ." "Sorry I should've been home a long time ago maybe next time. Then we can beat the game 5 billion times. Hahaha." I smiled at his laugh and said "OK." When he left I decided to play LOZ by myself. I put in the cartridge and saw one file titled BEN and saw all the achievements and I felt bad that they never did finish the game. Maybe this BEN person was also disappointed that they never finished or maybe the game was glitched. "It doesn't matter let's find out" I said speaking to myself. I made my own file titled GRIEFER because I would feel like crap if I deleted someone's hard work. I started playing the game and soon encountered some glitches like the game confusing me and BEN. I didn't really mind though. The occasional mix up was alright with me. Then I got to the part where the statue was following me around. "Ok ....sure this is kinda weird. Oh well... Imma go to sleep game so see ya when I wake up... Griefer needs recharge." Again I was talking to myself. "Damn I must be going crazy... Oh well."

I woke up in the morning extra late so of course I had to be late for class. I knew I was getting a beating tonight... Oh well. I mentally prepared myself since there was no point in going to school anyways. I would just ruin someone's day. I turned on the console and started playing where I left off. This time it was just a blank screen with the text YOU'VE MET WITH A TERRIBLE FATE, HAVEN'T YOU... "I guess so .... I mean I'm gonna get a beating tonight so yeah I guess you could put it that way... This game is so awesome... Dammit!!! I'm talking to myself AGAIN dammit!!!" When I finished being smart with the game another text appeared this one said THIS IS REAL YOU ARE NOT GOING CRAZY BUT YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU... "Ok." I said, "That's cool. I always wonder what it felt like to be killed. But can you please grant me the wish of choosing the way I die..." UMMM.... OK "Cool. I want to die by drowning." WHY? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM? ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME!?!?! "What?!?! No!! I just always wanted to drown I mean I have thought of awesome ways to drown myself." YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT!!! "Done what??? I'm so confused. Also what's your name." BEN DROWNED IS MY NAME... WHAT'S YOURS... "Cool my name is .... Griefer or Bastard... I know it sounds fake but it's just Bas..." I said trying not to think about how suckish my life was. Too late I was crying. "DAMMIT GRIEF WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A WUSSY... WHY..." Then out of nowhere…

A person who look like someone from a game I played along time ago appeared on the screen but with bloody eyes and looked at me and said "Would you like me to end your suffering..." I looked at him and said, "No matter what you did you couldn't end my suffering no matter what... I'm sorry but can you go my dad's gonna be home soon. I don't want him to find you here." He stared at me and said, " OK.. I'll go only for you but if I see something going on I will reveal myself..." "Ok." An hour later of me doing my homework and cleaning the house. Dad came home drunk and angry. "I HEARD YOU DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL TODAY BASTARD!!!" I flinched at the sound and murmured "yeah so what." He must have heard me because he came pounding on the stairs. He knocked down my door and slapped me. "NEVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN... UNDERSTAND!!!" He yelled in my face. Again he slapped me and then punched me in the gut saying I shouldn't even be alive and that my mother should have had an abortion. I only smiled at him and said "Well mom should have known you raped my sister and that's why she died." He glared at me, “Well I'll give you the a reason to die.” He pulled held my neck tightly to the point where no breath could come out when BEN couldn't take it anymore and said YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT... My dad looked at him and said "Who the hell are you!!" YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE... When he said that he murdered my dad saying YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT... DUMBARSE... He then turned to me I looked down embarrassed of what just happened. He just asked me ARE YOU OK... I said yes I wasn't hurt. I'M GLAD...

After that day I stayed away from people even Glitcher I felt really bad. I was now with the only family i had left and hadn't seen BEN since that day. I kinda felt lost I just wanted to talk with someone. But I was ignoring everything even the teachers and the bullies made fun of me for losing my dad. "I bet you he's going to kill himself." Ashton said, a girl I really hated. She was just so rude. I glared at her. She smirked, "What it's not like anyone's going to miss you." "I will." Dammit James just had to say that ugh I give up. "What do you want James." "I already told you before what I wanted. It's you." I didn't say anything but walked away from him and kept thought why does he keep bugging me sure I'm only 5'3 but That's no reason to pick on me. I mean he was already 6'4. Dammit James just leave me alone. James was following me again. I should really get a restraining order. "Ugh. Just leave me alone James." "Not until you're mine." "Know what I give up. Fine I'm yours now what. Huh." I said in a sassy tone. He smirked at me and said, "Took you long enough." I rolled my eyes at him. He put an arm around my waist and smiled kissing me on the cheek. Girls around us all shrieked and fangirled. They started whispering about us soon it reached the entire school and the last person it reached was Glitcher. He came up to me at lunch time looking like he was going to cry and said, "I need to talk to you about the game... Please." I looked at him and said, "ok." As I was gonna get up James pulled me back down and said, "You are mine... Remember." I just looked at him and said, "Whatever... He's my friend and I'm going with him or I'll end this." He looked at me and said, "Fine." He said glaring at Glitcher. We walked in comfortable silence until we reached our spot. He said, "ok the real reason I called you out is because i wanted to know why you've been ignoring me and why you are dating James. I mean it's cool if you're gay but why James... Just why..." But by this point he was a sobbing mess. I hugged him and said, "I'm so sorry, Glitcher. I didn't know." "I've been avoiding you because of something that happened on the day my dad died. I just couldn't handle people I needed time alone. And as to why I'm with James it's because.... I've given up on my crush ever liking me. They are too outta my league." I said close to tears myself. " I don't care... See the thing is .... I.... I .... ILOVEYOU... I just can't handle seeing you with another person... I just can't." Then I woke up. Dammit it was just a dream why couldn't it have been real at least the part where he confessed to me. Ughhhhhh. I looked around my room, I had move in with my gran. She had decided to move all my old stuff from my old room to the new three story house. I was kinda happy that we left the old house. It held too many bad memories. My Gran also decided to homeschool me. I would be getting home schooled by the end of this last week. I was glad cause of that now I wouldn't get bullied. But the bad thing was that I wouldn't see Glitcher as much. "Well I will always have my games. I think... Unless Gran decides to punish me..." Oh well it didn't matter right now all that matters right now is my games. I got up and went to the console and plugged it in and turned it on. The first thing I saw was BEN he smiled at me and asked ARE YOU OK I thought about the question and said, "Sure I'm ok." WHERE ARE WE "Well a lot has happened and I moved in with my Gran she let me keep my games. Isn't that cool. Well there's a rule as long as I got to sleep before 1:00 then I'm good." WHAT ABOUT SCHOOL... "I'm getting homeschooled. Isn't that great." DON'T YOU HAVE ANY FRIENDS "Do you think I don't?" WELL MOST GAMERS DON'T HAVE MANY FRIENDS AND SOME ARE JUST INTROVERTS... "I am mostly an introvert but I do have a couple friends." HMMM... WHO'S YOUR FRIEND... "His name is Glitcher... He's so awesome he helps me program my games. He is also the star athlete at our school even if he doesn't always have time for me because he's always with one of his girlfriend- I'm sorry I was talking too much.. I'm so sorry. " NO, NO IT'S FINE I LOVE YOUR VOICE... CONTINUE... I blushed and said "No now it's just awkward. Hehe but you seem really cool. I wonder- never mind..”

YOU WONDER WHAT "I said never mind." YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AFRAID OF ME WHY WEREN'T YOU AFRAID OF ME WHEN I FIRST APPEARED "Because I thought you were one of them but now I know that you're not or am I just hallucinating... Hmmmm" DUMBARSE "Wow rude much." WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AFRAID OF ME YOU KNOW WHAT NEVER MIND "Imma go to sleep." I said angrily. OK ... I'M SORRY "It's ok... I was being rude." With that said I got under the covers and slowly fell asleep with my music blasting through my headphones. I tossed and turned in my sleep.

I watched the kid toss and turn and finally I couldn't take it anymore. I came out of the TV and decided that I would go over to him and try to comfort him in his sleep. I guess I succeeded as the kid soon stopped tossing and turning. After a while I was going to go back into the game when he put his arms around me tightly and cuddled up next to me. I smiled even though I knew this wasn't supposed to happen. I pulled one of the many pillows the kid had and put one in my place and went back into the game. The next morning I saw the kid pick up a different game it was Call of Duty the latest one. He was about to put it in when he asked "Are you still going to be here if I change the game?" YES I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE "Umm that doesn't sound creepy at all..." Then he went ahead and put in the game. "Damn it!!! It's glitched... Hehehehe. Damn I'm stupid." LOL YES YOU ARE... "That's it I will defeat you!" NO!!!! "You crazy BAStard." Then he smiled at me. I laughed at his stupidity. He is a weirdly odd kid that I like to hang out with. WAIT WHAT!!! I DON'T LIKE TO HANG OUT WITH HIM HE'S JUST ANOTHER VICTIM... I THINK I started thinking and didn't realize he was talking to me until he yelled "DAMMIT PIZZA NUGGETS WITH NO FUCKS TO GIVE!!" I started laughing. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT "It was me trying to get your attention... I guess it worked." Wow. He sure was a weirdo. I looked back at him and smiled even though he couldn't see me. I wonder if he considers me his friend. "I do consider you my friend. Why do you ask?" HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS THINKING THAT... "I didn't. You just told me." DAMMIT GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER... "Pfft like I'm straight." OH... UMMM... OKIE... "Ye." UGH... YOU'RE WEIRD... "I know." WELL THEN... WHAT NOW YOU BEAT THE GAME... "YE." REALLY WHAT'S WITH 'YE'... HMMMMMM..... "It means YE..." DAMN YOU... "Serry..."

The next day I was being chased by James. Damn him... Ugh. Soon I got tired and decided I had to run home as fast as I could. When I got home which took about 30 minutes of me running nonstop. I finally arrived. My Gran slapped me even though she was supposed to be the nice one. Hahah I guess she turned bad or not I guess she was always secretly bad and didn't accept me. Oh well... She then slapped me again. "Why are you home so early you fag!" "It was a short day, Gran I'm sorry I didn't tell you." "LIAR!!" She yelled at me and punched me in the gut so hard that blood spewed out of my mouth. Damn her. Why does she do this. Ugh. I guess I just have to feel with the pain alone. Like always. *sigh* "Gran please, I'm sorry, I'm super sorry I- I just- I'm sorry... gran please NOOO-" Gran slapped and kicked me harder than ever before filled with such hatred for me. I just cried curling into a ball. She didn't care if I was going to live all she cared about was that I was out of her way. I can't believe I trusted her. I can't believe I thought she was going to be there for me. Ugh. Why was I so STUPID. I'M A DUMBASS... WHY... JUST WHY DID I BELIEVE HER... Why... Why did I trust her... Soon it ended with me barely conscious. I soon had to crawl towards the front door I grabbed onto the door handle and pulled myself up I slowly started to clean up the blood and vomit off the ground. Then I slowly made my way up the stairs. I opened my door then locked it. No ones was there I was all alone. "Dammit dude, don't make this as depressing as it is. Jeez, dude." "Fine I'll try but like seriously this is sad I'm all alone... Like always..." "Really dude, you have us..." "Ummm... How about no." I said not really wanting to have them as my friends. "Oh ok then I just won't talk to you for a while. Baiii!!!!!! Stupid." I whispered "Bai nuggets... Why am I talking to myself again... Ughhhh." ITS CUZ UR CRAZY... DUHHHH... "Well that's rude. But it's true." LOL YOU'RE LEARNING SOMETHING... YAY... "Wow... You soooooooo petty... You rude tech." WOW... NOW I'M OFFENDED... "I'm really sorry TECH... hehehe." DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO CALL ME TECH MY NAME IS BEN. DUMMY... "Ye but I'm sorry... Kinda..." OKAY I FORGIVE YOU... KINDA... "Wow you are really petty." NO I'M NOT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT PETTY MEANS. YOU DUMB BUTT. "Ugh." DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK BOI!!! "BAII!!!" I said then walked out grabbing my 3Ds on the way out. the last thing I saw in the screen was 'HEY' then I shut the door and slowly made my way out I had only been in the house for about 5 minutes. I walked out of the house or was already dark out. I soon passed by a dark alley. I was found by someone. I couldn't see properly but I could only remember a white bloody sweater. Then everything turned black... I woke up to seeing the same sweater by me. I was in a nice comfy bed soon the figure started to get up so I closed my eyes trying to think. Why was I here... Oh right I passed out. "Hey you alive." I opened my eyes and nodded. I couldn't see anything cause it was dark in the room. Then a light turned on and I saw a bloody smile and wide eyes. I didn't freak out or anything but asked, "What happened last night... Did we-" "Hahaha. I wish because damn that booty. Just kidding. But seriously damn I love your body. It's so... Pretty." I laughed and said, "Awesome smile, bro." "Thanks but why weren't you freaked out about me when you first saw me. Everyone is freaked out by me when they first see me." "Well I've seem creepier. No offense." "Nah. Its cool but just wondering how come you have fresh cuts and bruises. Did someone hurt you." "In a way... By the way who are you." "Hehe guess I forgot to introduce myself. Well anyways I'm Jeffery. Jeffery Woods." "No wonder I thought I saw you somewhere." "Really!?! How?" "I have my sources." "Oh you are just like Skinny never giving a straight answer. Hahaha." "Hmm.. I guess so." Hehehe if only he knew my real answer... Wtf is wrong with me. "Anyways you're probably wondering where you are-" "No I know where I'm at. The Killer mansion." "What!! How'd you know?" I just smiled at him and said “Because we're in the middle of nowhere in a forest. Duhhh." "Oh... Well what do you want to eat." "Waffles." I said without missing a beat. "Oh boy. You are so like Toby. I'll go get your waffles. So. Just sit tight." Then he left the room locking it. I could've left the room but I didn't I wanted to show that I was obedient and not make a mess of things like I've done before. The only problem was I could see no bathroom. Dang I need to go badly. What do I do. Dang it. Ugghhhh. That's it imma leave the room I need to go. Badly. I thought while slowly making my way towards the door. Just as I was getting my mind made up. Jeff came back with a plate full of waffles, they could wait I need to go. Jeff could sense something was wrong so he asked, "What's wrong... Wait don't tell me you want them to be made specifically. Cuz I don't tolerate that crap." I shook my head. "I need to go." "You can't leave." "No that's not it I NEED TO GO." I said indicating I was about to burst and piss all over there floor. "Oooooooooh. Sorry. I'll show you where it is but I have to be there with you. Ok." "Fine I don't mind as long as you don't look." "Ok." He showed me the bathroom and I started to unzip my pants and do my business. Of course he had to look. "Dang it Jeff. What'd I tell you. DON'T LOOK. AND WHAT'D YOU DO.. YOU LOOKED." I said giving him a lecture while taking a piss. "Umm sorry. I was just curious." "Curiosity killed the cat." "I'm not a cat." He said huffing.

After the little incident. He kept asking personal questions when we got back into the room. "Can you stop... I don't like personal questions like that. I'm sorry but I can't answer them." "Oh... Yeah I'm sorry it's just that I'm used to asking people questions like that to the other killers. Usually they answer because they are scared of me. It's pretty funny to see them stutter." He then laughed like a maniac. "Oh. You're not such a bad guy after all. In the books I've read they portray you as a big old meanie. I don't know why. You're such a nice guy to hang out with." I laughed. "Really? The other killers don't really like to hang out with me because of my smile.” He sighed, “they always whisper behind my back telling me that I'm a weirdo or a freak when we are all freaks and crazy. Ughhhh." He had a sad look in his eyes. I wanted to comfort him so I gave him a very big fluffy hug. I felt so bad for him I cried for the first time in front of someone in a million years. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. "Dammit Jeff why'd you have to be in so much pain. I wish... I wish I could help you but ... I don't know how. Is there anything I could do. Anything." "Well... There is done thing but will you promise to do it." "I dunno what is it." "Sleep with me." He saw the confused look on my face then said, "not sexually, but like just cuddle with me... Please. It would make me happy to know someone was there while I slept." "Oh. If that's the case then of course I'll be your cuddle buddy. Whenever you want I'll be there." I said drying off my tears and smiling happily at him. "Really! Thank you sooooo much. I'm so happy. You don't understand my happiness. Not even my closest friend would help me during the night." "Wow. Then That's not a really good friend." "It's ok cause I understand them." "Oh ok. If you're fine then I'm fine with it." I smiled at him and he smiled back. Then all of a sudden he was leaning in closer. I looked at him confused and he whispered. "You're so innocent. I want to take it away from you." What was he talking about? Then when he was about to close the gap between our faces. I looked away and he planted a blind kiss on my cheek. I slightly turned red. "What was that for?" "Sorry I don't know what overcame me." "It's ok." We spent hours just talking after that I soon got bored and wanted to play my video games. So I asked, "When can I leave. I really want to play my games." "I'm sorry... But you can never leave. I'm sorry but we can't risk you telling people we exist." "It's ok I understand. But can I at least say goodbye to my best friends and fake my death. It would be so awesome. Also I'll get a chance to say by to Tech." "Who's Tech?" "Tech is the little green guy. Hahahaha! Sorry i had to say that. His name's BEN. My good friend." "Oh no. You don't realize how much danger you're in. That dumb nut. Ugh. He's in so much trouble. Anyways now that you're here... I need you to GO. TO. SLEEP." "Pfft. Hahaha nachos you thought I'd go to sleep but you see i'm already gone." With that being said I disappeared in a cloud of midnight blue smoke. I had been running for the past two hours and haven't stopped for anything. Finally I ran into my hometown. I saw the school and ran towards it. Who knows how long I've been gone. Maybe two days so that would mean it was Monday... Dang it. Oh well. I ran in and went to my first class. Which was with Glitcher. He smiled at me. No doubt he got a new girlfriend again. Jeeze. Soon it was lunch time which was that only time we could talk. "So where have you been. I was worried sick about you." "Sorry I was... I was... Ermmm... I don't know if I can tell you. How about I tell you at my house. So that way he'll get to know who you are." "Who are you talking about. Who's he." "He is my friend. So I want you to be nice to him." "Is he your boyfriend. Cause if it is then I'm cool with it. You should already know that." "I do know that but I swear he's not my boyfriend. C'mon don't give me that look." We started walking up the hill towards the house and finally got there.

When we got there he walked inside. He was the only person to make me feel safe that we until. He shut the door behind me locking it and looked at me with a creepy smile. "So... You wanna meet HIM. Or not. Are you OK." "Why didn't you tell me you always had a crush on me. I want to know why you NEVER even thought about telling me. " "H-how d-d-did y-yu-you f-find o-out." "Don't be scared of me. I feel the same way for you. I always have. Please be my boyfriend. " I didn't know what to make of this and ended up having a panic attack then everything turned black. The last thing I saw was worried eyes looking down at me. I came to hours later. I opened my eyes and saw Glitcher looking at me worriedly. "Are you feeling better... I was so worried for you. Please I never want anything like this to happen again." "... OK. " "But can you think about my offer earlier. I will keep asking every week. I don't want to lose you you're my best friend and best friend's that end up together are more likely to stick together forever. " "The problem is how long do I have after what I show you. " I said looking at the floor. "It doesn't matter I'll love you forever into the next life and the next one over and over again ...I'll love you unconditionally. " "Please think about my offer. Griefer." He said going into the kitchen and getting something to drink. I was let with my thoughts for a while. Why all of a sudden is he jealous.. I mean it thought I'd be the one who would finally lose it after all this time. I mean he is always doing something with a different girl.

Maybe I should, I know he's my crush and all but is he really the best option. Sure he's known as a cheater but the girls love him. Know what I think I'll give him a chance. Only one chance if he blows it, then it's over. "OK. Glitcher I've thought about your offer and I've made my decision." "Really!" He said getting excited and running out if the kitchen. "What's your answer." Then as if by magic my grandma came out of the room and said, “I will not support your filthy kind. Not in my house!" She yelled. I looked at her and said, "Then I'm leaving." "NO. YOUR. NOT!!" as she said that she grabbed me but the neck and pulled me close to her. I knew what she was going to do she was going to try and do. I didn't want to be beaten in front of my friend. I tried getting away. But my struggles we're all in vain. Damn her! I need. To. Get. Away!!! "LET. HIM. GO!!" Glitcher yelled slamming a fist into my gran. At that moment it didn't matter if she was a woman. He knocked her down along the way my gran lost her grip on me. I ran upstairs and shut the door. I looked at the screen which said WELCOME BACK... I smiled then said. "Sorry BEN. I have to go. Do you want to come with me. I need to leave so make up your mind quickly. " As soon as I finished talking BEN said OF COURSE I'LL COME WITH YOU... I smiled that he was coming with me. I took out BEN'S game and put it in my pocket. I took my 3Ds and other small games that would fit in my pocket or a small bag that I had with me. Of course I had to take my awesome laptop and charger cause I'm not stupid. I then took out all the money I had left and said, "Yes now time to leave this wretched place."

I ran to the back door and shut it behind me. I then climbed up the back fence and ran into the woods as fast as I could. I was glad no one saw me. It was almost too perfect. The silence was too much for me to take so I plugged in my phone and put on some Three Days Grace. My favorite song was Pain. I felt a connection with the lyrics. Anyways... I soon had to stop running and leaned against a tree to steady my breath. I examined the tree and saw an X within a circle. I smiled. "Ooooooo. I'm soooooo scared. Ahh there's a spider. Hahahahahaha." I couldn't help but laugh at my own stupidity. "Dang I'm stupid. Well if you want Skinny you can always kill me I don't care. Besides I have nothing to live for. Nothing at all. Or ya know I could always kill myself. Hmmm... Imma do it!! Yaya!" I skipped to the nearest pond. It was crystal clear. I smiled, "Perfect." I started humming as i took of my small bag and took off my shoes. I put BEN in the bag and made my way towards the pond and sat there for a while contemplating life. "DAMN IT. I SAID I'D DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE WITH MY LIFE BUT ALL I DID WAS DO NOTHING!!! UGH... oh well. I guess there was nothing for me to do. I had no purpose at all." I sighed "Welp this is the last of me. Hahahaha." I finally stood up and dived in deep. I grabbed a hold of a root at the bottom and held it tightly. I let all my breath go and smiled. I didn't panic at all. I just smiled and felt myself losing consciousness.

I WAS CURIOUS AS TO WHAT HE'D DO AND WHAT I SAW SHOCKED ME. HE WAS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF. I NEEDED TO STOP HIM. BUT I COULDN'T IF HE DID COMMIT SUICIDE MY JOB WOULD BE OVER AND I WON'T HAVE TO SEE HIM AGAIN. BUT THEN THAT WOULD MEAN I DON'T GET TO SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE EVER. AND THE LAST MEMORY I'D HAVE OF HIM WAS WHEN HE KILLED HIMSELF. I MADE UP MY MIND I HAVE TO SAVE HIM. I KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO BE PAINFUL BUT I DIDN'T CARE, NOT WHEN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WAS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF. THERE WAS A FLASH OF BLUEISH GREEN LIGHT. THEN I APPEARED I LOOKED LIKE A CHARACTER FROM LOZ. SPECIFICALLY LINK. BUT I WAS DIFFERENT AROUND THE EYES THERE WAS BLOOD AND MY EYES WERE PITCH BLACK WITH RED IN THE CENTER. I RUSHED FORWARD TO THE LAKE LOSING MY BALANCE SEVERAL TIMES. I HADN'T SEEN THE WORLD LIKE THIS IN SO, SO MANY YEARS. I HESITATED BY THE LAKE. THE PROBLEM WAS, WAS THAT I HAD A DEATHLY FEAR OF WATER, SEE I WAS DROWNED BY SOMEONE IN A LAKE. I DIDN'T WANT TO GO IN BUT I HAD TO SAVE HIM. I MADE UP MY MIND AND DOVE IN. THERE WAS A SMALL SPLASH. I SOON FOUND HIS BODY AND GOT HIM AROUND THE WAIST. I PULLED HIM AND SET HIM FREE OF THE THING HE WAS HOLDING. I BROUGHT HIM BACK UP. HE HAD ALREADY TURNED BLUE. I PUMPED HIS CHEST SO MANY TIMES. I HAD TO DO MOUTH TO MOUTH. IT WAS THE ONLY OPTION I HAD LEFT. I PINCHED HIS NOSE AND PUMPED OXYGEN THROUGH HIS MOUTH. MINUTES LATER HE CAME TO. I SMILED HAPPY. EVEN THOUGH MY FORM WAS FADING.

I opened my eyes and saw him I saw BEN. He was flickering. I said, "I finally get to see you. " He smiled at me and said, "I can't stay long. If you want me to stay you'll have to summon me using my name, the symbol, and a life of someone you hate... Because that always brings out the love. " As he said this he turned blue in the cheeks. I didn't think anything about it except. 'Wow I didn't know anyone could turn blue like that. ' I realize later that I was soooooo, soooooo damn naive. I was sooooo STUPID. ANYWAYS I had to come back to town and I went to school. Like nothing was wrong. I mean I didn't hate James he only got on my nerves. The person I truly hated so much that I wouldn't hesitate to kill was... Jenna. I hated her so much that just hearing her name made me want to hurt the closest person near me. Anyways I had to find another person that I hated. Which was Elsa damn I hated that cold hearted freak so much. Like just even mentioning her and I got pissed off. Hmmmm that only reminded me to work on my anger management... Ugh. Oh well. I walked up to the one of most popular girls in school, AKA Elsa. I asked her to meet me in the back of the school because I needed to talk with her.

I saw Elsa walk to the back of the school I let her come to me. As soon as she was near me I started flirting with her. And of course she fell for it and I soon stabbed her in the back. I took out her heart with one easy swipe. I smiled then cleaned up the mess despising of the body in the trash can it will take a few days for them to find her. I then ran back into the woods and made my way to the lake BEN had disappeared in the game again. I said, "This is my first time killing someone. But surprisingly I liked it. Does that make me bad. If so I don't want to be bad I only wanted to help. But I don't care anymore... all that matters is that I helped you. " I put the heart by BEN'S game then turned away from him staring at the lake. I was ashamed of myself for hurting an innocent person but hated that girl so who cares. She should've saw it coming. Never trust me. I should warn people. I don't want someone else to get hurt. Or do I.

I soon started crying like a baby. I was mad at myself for hurting an innocent person. I started blaming myself. No wonder people hate me. I really am a mental case. I should be in a mental hospital. I should be dead. If only he had let me die earlier. Ughhhh. GRIEFER ARE YOU OK.. "..." PLEASE ANSWER ME. "..." I'M SORRY GRIEFER... I REALLY AM... I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED THIS OF YOU... "..." PLEASE FORGIVE ME... IM SOOOOOO SOOOOO SORRY... PLEASE YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO BE MAD AT ME... I'M TERRIBLE... "... No you are not. I'm mad at myself not you." THERE'S A REASON WHY I WAS STUCK IN THE GAME... I'M A VERY VERY BAD 'PASTA... ONE OF THE WORST EVEN JEFF IS AFRAID OF ME... IT MAKES ME SAD... "You may be bad but you're still my friend... No matter what happens you'll always be my friend. Don't say bad things about yourself it will only make you feel worse. So please don't do that to yourself. If not for yourself but for me or someone you care deeply about." He slightly smiled with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Then he did the most asked, "WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHAT I DID TI SV CLAIMED THE WORST KILLER IN THE MANSION..." "You lil shit you take pride in being called the worst 'pasta don't you. But to answer your question sure I'd like to know what you did. "

I saw him running away from me when he saw what I did. I had murdered a creepypasta it was impossible to kill a creepypasta like so impossible because when you killed them they returned 10 seconds later. But this time that didn't happen, this time the pasta he killed, Jane, didn't come back. He had killed her with his bare hands. Ripping out her heart and gouging out her eyes. There was blood everywhere. Then someone knocked on the door while he was cutting her open. She should've come back by now. Then the door opened. There was a scream. There we panic. They called Skinny. He declared her officially dead. He called BEN a freak. He said he was dangerous. No one was to go near him. No one was to anger him. Everyone left him. His best friend left him. No one tried helping him. They all avoided him. Made him feel like he was worthless. He believed all of them. Soon after believing all of them he felt hopeless like no one could save him. No one cared that he was slowly killing himself by not eating, by cutting himself. If someone noticed they didn't say anything to help him. That all whispered he was an attention seeker. That he wanted them all to feel sympathy so that he could kill them later just like he did to Jenna. They had all thought that he liked her that why he was always mean to her. They thought that he was going to ask her out but that never happened. They were so wrong. He had killed her out of hatred. He had taken the first chance he'd gotten and stabbed her in the front. Not back cause that wouldn't have been true friendship just like the song said. One day he woke up in a straight jacket. In a white room. Just white. It nearly drove him crazy seeing all the white. He bit the inside of his cheek and spit out the blood on the walls onto the floor and slowly devoured his own flesh. No one noticed till the 6th day. They called him a freak again. It happened again he killed Doctor Smiley. They weren't happy with him anymore. They said he needed to leave. He didn't want to leave. They forced him back into the game. They made sure he stayed there unless someone killed the person they hated and smeared the blood on the game. Then he would be freed. He had been trapped in the game for over two centuries. No food or water. Just being passed back and forth by the old man. Person to person. Hoping that he would be freed by one of them. He was never freed. Until one day he was.

I had sat still listening to the sad story of how he was bullied and how much he was hurt for being different. No wonder he was surprised by my reaction finding out that there was a virus ghost dude in my game system. He was crying his eyes out making the black liquid leak. I smiled sadly at him then pulled him into a tight hug. He was surprised and tried to get away but I hugged him tighter and didn't let go until his bobbing ceased. "Are you feeling better." THANK YOU SO, SO, SO VERY MUCH... IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY CARED ENOUGH TO LISTEN TO ME WHILE I STABBED THEM IN THE BACK... He was right he'd stabbed me without me noticing it I looked down at the knife penetrating my stomach. He then said, YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT I'D BE YOUR FRIEND... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... YOU LEFT ALL YOU FRIENDS BEHIND... AND FOR WHAT ABSOLUTELY NO REASON.... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH... I stared at him happily. Little did he know I wasn't that easily killable. See my father wasn't actually my father it was some dude named Lucifer. My mother was never really my mother, that was my stepmother. I never had a mother. I had three fathers. I know weird right well... Anyways my other two fathers are Hisoka and another dude named Axel Jones. He was the only one's last name I knew. I wonder why. At least his name is kinda normal. I will always wonder why they have such weird names. Oh well. I have to do something more important that talking with you. So imma go back to the story. Anyways as I lost conscience I saw him start to walk away and 2 seconds later I opened my eyes smiling sadistically. No one and I repeat no one gets away with stabbing me. I stood up picked up my belongings and chased after that ugly chicken nugget. He seemed very surprised that I was still up and running. HOW.. WAHH... WAIT HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE... USUALLY PEOPLE OR 'PASTAS STAY DEAD... WHAT ARE YOU... I just smiled at him and said, "I'm officially your new found enemy. Until you apologize for stabbing me, I won't be your friend. Understood. " SORRY IM VERY SORRY... IT'S JUST THAT I'M NOT USED TO PEOPLE BEING KIND TO ME I THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD THINK ME A FREAK AND DESPISE ME AFTER I TOLD YOU THE STORY... I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A PERSON LIKE ME... "Listen, BEN... No matter who you were in the past. It doesn't define who you are now. You could be a totally different person... Or you could be the same. It doesn't matter to me. You are my friend. And as a friend I will make sure you are on the right path. Understand. I will ALWAYS be your friend until I die officially. OK. Got it." He smiled at me happy and started crying real tears and let out loud sobs and struggling for breath. I took out a water bottle and made him drink it until he calmed down. THANKS GRIEFER... I REALLY NEEDED THAT... NOW... HOW ABOUT I TAKE YOU TO MEET THE KILLERS… I KNOW YOU'VE ALREADY ENCOUNTERED JEFFREY... HE REALLY HAS A THING FOR YOU ... "What you're crazy that's disgusting. Besides I don't like him I like someone else." REALLY... WHO... "I'm not going to tell you. " I said blushing. HMMM... I WILL FIND OUT... SOMEDAY... I laughed at that then we started walking towards the mansion. Which would take us two weeks to get to.

TWO WEEKS LATER We finally made it. The place looked so HUGE. The air smelled like blood and corpses even though there was no corpses nearby. The mansion as something out of a horror movie. The walls were so old it was chipped and cracked in some places and dry blood on the walls. No doubt of some poor human looking for the 'pastas. Oh well they deserved it, they shouldn't have gone looking for them. I smiled as I looked at the place. This felt like I was home. I looked over at BEN who had turned very tiny so I had to look for him on the floor. He was the size of my finger. I bent down to pick him up and he smiled gratefully at me. KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND WHOEVER ANSWERS JUST SAY 'JANE IS DEAD' THEY WILL LET YOU SPEAK TO SLENDER. I nodded then noticed that my shoelaces we're uneven so I had to undo them bending down I untied them and felt a slap across my right butt cheek. Then I heard someone say, "Dang dat booty." I turned around and slapped the person across the face. Oops instincts. I felt bad for hitting the person but they should know not to hit someone on their butt. Then I noticed that it was Jeffrey. I was pretty sure he knew who I was too. "Hey it's you. " He growled. I smiled and said, "Jenna is dead." He immediately looked scared and said, "I hope you know what you're doing. I wish you the best of luck. Anyways follow me." I didn't think about it and followed him. When I got inside the place looked so broken down, like everything was either broken or really old, and sharp things were littered across the floor. There was what seemed like fresh broken glass in the middle if the hall. I frowned and thought 'damn is there absolutely no one who cleans here.' "Sorry about the mess... It's usually not this messy. " I raised an eyebrow at that and said "No it's ok. Maybe someday it'll be clean. " He laughed at that and said, "Yeah hopefully someday. " He then indicated I follow him. As I followed him I noticed that every 'pasta had there own rank and unique style of killing, like Jeffrey liked killing people when they were barely getting to sleep. It was actually quite interesting knowing about how they all had their own style. I also found out that they even had their own special hobby. We finally made it to a big brown wooden door. I was actually surprised that we hadn't run into anyone. I looked up at the big door and smiled. "So this is Slender's room. Amazing. " "Ugh. Wait till you meet him." Jeffrey said in an annoyed tone then knocked on the door. "Come in. " He opened the door. I walked in and looked back to see that Jeff had left. That poop head. Welp. I looked at the slender figure in front of me. Damn was he tall. "Oh. And who are you? " "I happen to be Griefer Mr. Skinny. " He growled at me. I just smiled at him like the little brat I was. "Well, Griefer. What have you done to be here. " "I killed my family. " I said lying a little. Apparently he sensed that I was lying and said, "Why you always lying. " I cracked up with that and said, "Because what I did was years ago before I was even able to know right from wrong. Which was never. " "Hmmmm... I need to know what you did. Or else I can't let you stay here." I thought about it then started off from the beginning.

It was a warm Summer's Eve in the school of The Jewel. One person out of them all stood out in that big crowd. It was not the Jock, not the cheerleader, not the popular one, but the new one getting punched by the Jock, getting called names by the cheerleader, and being circled by the popular ones. His name was known throughout the entire school for always being different. "Hey faggot. What's the difference between you and a watermelon... One of them you eat and the other you can punch. " Said a cheerleader with a crappy joke. He was getting brutally punched being called horrible names that one should never be called. There as blood and vomit spewing from his mouth. He had one black eye no it wasn't even black more like a purple with a horrible yellow. He looked like a skeleton already but with the blood all over him he looked like some messed up vampire. What he found funny was that his pleas for help went unanswered. The teachers did nothing, they passed by as if they saw nothing. He finally started to get angry that they we're beating on him like some punching bag. He was tired of it. He felt unquestionable anger, no it was fury. Man was he pissed off. He felt like a volcano ready to be set off at any given moment. And today we his day to be set off. All of a sudden there was a burst of silver coming from the boy that they've been beating on. They all immediately back away. He didn't care that they were scared and curious about what was happening. All he wanted to do was hurt them like they've hurt him. He sent out a blast of fire, burning them all. They screamed in agony begging him to stop. They kept begging but he didn't stop there. He wouldn't let them get off that easy. He sent out a burst of acid at them, peeling her skin slowly but making them pay for what they've done to him. They we're going to pay. After a couple of minutes those who were weaker started dying off. Then he started brutally stabbing them, tearing them apart from limb to limb, literally. He made sure that when he was done with them, well they would be dead by then. After having his fun with the dead bodies he advanced forwards the one friend he had and it seemed as if time had slowed down. He did the unthinkable and hurt his own friend, Glitcher.

As I had been telling the story he had been silent I couldn't even hear anything from BEN. "Hmmm... So what happened to your friend. " "Oh Glitcher... We're still best friends. " "Even after what you did... Why though. " "That's because he knew I wasn't myself. He knew that someone else had taken over and he forgave me. This never happened again. " "My dear child. I have some grave news for you..... "

"Welcome to the family." I looked at him and smiled happily. "Thanks... Mr. Skinny. " I smiled at him. Then I remembered about BEN. "Oh and Mr. Slendy you might want to know I freed BEN. " "...WHAT! " "Ummm... Ya but he said that he will be good and listen to your rules and whatnot. All he wants is to be treated normally. Not like he was going to just kill somebody anytime or kill them unexpectedly... He swears he'll be good. " "Hmmm... Where is he. " "Right here. " I said pointing to my pocket. " "He was here the entire time! " "Uhhh. Ya." “ ughhhhh... Why didn't you tell me earlier. " "Because I forgot and barely remembered. " " let me see him first. " "Hmmmm.... Okie. " I pulled the small BEN out of my pocket and smiled at him. He was in the palm of my hand facing me with crossed legs and crossed arms. I gently took off his hat and be reached for it. HEY GIVE IT BACK YOU GIANT... PLEASE... I smiled at him but shook my head. I held him out for Skinny to see. Skinny examined him. He picked him up gently with one of his abnormally long fingers. Ben squirmed all over and finally bit Skinny really hard. Skinny dropped him. I immediately reacted by catching him. "You clumsy little fool. " I said to BEN. Apparently he didn't like being called little and he bit me. I only smiled. WHY... YOU EMOTIONLESS FREAK... I smacked him on the head with one finger. "Take that shorty. " OK YOU WENT TOO FAR... "Well then... FUDGE YOUR CROISSANTS!!! ... WAIT... WHAT... "I dunno... Anyways Mr. Skinny now that you've examined him. Are you gonna let him stay. Please. " I said giving him a pleading look. "Ugh.... Fiiinnnneeeeeee. I hate to admit it but I missed my little toy. Besides that he's so damn adorable. Like seriously he's so damn kawaii. " WELL THANKS FOR EMBARRASSING ME. HE DIDN'T EVEN NEED TO KNOW THAT SKINNY FACE. WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT... "Awww Thats so cute. At least I know Skinny has a fanboy side to him. We should hang out sometime. We would get along so well." "That sounds like a good idea but one question first. Percabeth or Jercy." "Ooooo. That one is easy... Jercy." "Correct. " He said happily. "Woowoo. " I said smiling. AHEM. YA DO KNOW I'M STILL HERE RIGHT, CREEPS... I just smiled and pet his hair. "Sorry. It's just that you're so tiny I forgot about you. Hehehe." WELL THAT'S NOT RUDE AT ALL... "I know right I'm just soooo nice." UGH... "How long have you two known each other. " At the same time we said, "About two or three weeks. " I HAVE NO EFFING IDEA... "Really BEN. That's just sad. " NOT MY FAULT I'M JUST A 'VIRUS' LIKE THE OTHERS SAID... "BEN that's really sad. But anyways why were you asking Skinny. " "I was asking because you two remind me of a newly wed couple. " "Oh in that case... BEN I want a divorce. " OH HELL NAW YOU AIN'T LEAVIN ME... With that we started cracking up. We're so dang stupid. "I swear you two will be the end if me." Skinny said sighing. "Oh yeah since imma be a part if the family... Where is everyone. " "Well at this hour they are all either asleep or out hunting. I'll give you a schedule so you can know what to be doing at certain hours. Also every in has to cook at least once a month. It'll say on the schedule when it-" He got interrupted by me saying, "Umm can I just cook all the time cause I Like cooking and cleaning ya know and keeping the house in good shape. While also doing the other stuff that I have to do." Surprisingly he agreed quickly saying, " Of course if you're up for the responsibility of cooking for all he creepypastas in the house. Also I've been meaning to get Hoodie or Masky to clean the house but I've never found the time. " "Yes!! I am definitely up for the responsibility." I said happily. "Well OK then, just don't let them try to get you into a maid outfit. " "OK. " I said a little confused as to why anyone would want me in a maid outfit. "Ahhh. Such innocence. " Skinny said. "Huh. What do you mean by that. " "Nothing. " He quickly said. SKINNY YOU BETTER NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. "I have not the slightest clue what you're talking about Benny-boo. " OH DON'T ACT ALL INNOCENT WITH ME "Oh and what do you mean about that Lil BEN. " I just started laughing and said, "Y'all are pretty stupid. But now that you guys stopped arguing can someone please tell me where I will be staying. " "Right. Sorry bout that. Anyways based on your story you'll be staying on Jeffrey's floor which is also where the more scarier killers go. " "Oh kewl. " I took his silence as my cue to leave and thankfully he wouldn't announce my presence until next morning. So that all killers were there. Dang too bad I forgot to mention that I have anxiety. Oh well it'll pass. I walked up the steps to the very top floor and saw Jeffrey on the floor looking very bored just staring at the ceiling. "Take a picture. It'll last longer. " He suddenly said out if nowhere. I responded to his mockery with sarcasm as was my second nature by saying, "of course my beautiful princess I shall take as many pictures as you wish. " He turned his head towards me and then asked, "what's a noob like you doing up here does Skinny want something." "Huh. Oh no Skinny told me I would be staying up here. He's so cool too bad I can't kill him." "Ahhhh I see why he put you up here... You're in between sanity and insanity. Hahah sucker. " "Not cool. Anyways which room is unoccupied." He then pointed to the door all the way down the hall. "Umm... Thanks I guess. " I walked down the hall feeling him watching me. I opened the door and what I saw was a horrible sight, but I wasn't surprised... me. It was Offender on top of a lady. He was doing something to her that I couldn't understand all I knew was that I shouldn't have see this. "My poor eyes. " I whispered. "Why Jeffrey, why." That was all I had to say to make the fall man that looked like Skinny aware of me at the doorway. He growled at Jeffrey but then his look softened when he saw me standing there looking confused, and slightly worried for the lady that was in a puddle of her own blood. I ignored both of them and entered the room I notice some weird 'torture devices' but they were oddly shaped. I walked over to the lady who was gasping for air and like someone was holding a bag around her neck. I immediately knew that she had asthma. I turned back to the tall man and glared then I turned back to the lady. I summoned a water bottle for her and had her lean against me in an upright position so she could drink the water. As she drank the water I told her in a soothing voice, "It's going to be OK. Just tell me what happened because I've never encountered a scene like this. " "Awwww you are so innocent. That's cute. " The tall man said looking at me like he might gobble me up. I frowned at him and said, "Ya well this 'innocent' kid might just rip you apart if you don't shut the heck up... So would you two please wait outside. Also I don't care about what you were doing to her walking corpse. " He frowned at me and was about to take step towards me when Jeffrey suddenly said, "You touch him Skinny is going to be really mad. " "Fine but next time you tell me what to do and interrupt me while I'm doing my business I will make sure you pay. " He said growling at me.

I just glared and stayed by the ladies, who as I looked closer was only around 14-16, side and glared till they left. I then turned to the lady and asked, "What happened. " "H-h-he r-ra-raped me.”

"That buttnugget. Why would he do such a thing. " "Awww it's true you are so innocent. You don't even know who he is... He's... He's Sexual Offenderman. " "Ehhhh. What does that mean. " "Look it up. Cause I sure as hell won't be the one to ruin your innocence." "Oh... Okie. "

After helping her clean up and giving her something to restore her health. She did something unexpected and brought one of the many knives to her chest and stabbed herself.

Griefer stared at her lifeless body in shock and finally realized what it was to actually kill someone and knew now that he had made the worst mistake in his life.

If only he could go back in time. But too bad he couldn't or didn't know how to bad he didn't know his father's or what they were. Ugh that's another bad thing about not knowing your parents.

Griefer's sighed and cleaned up the bloody mess she left behind and put the ‘clean' blood and put it in a baggy for later. He then looked around the room and in a minute cleaned the room of all the white liquid he has found.

Ugh what a dirty room. He thought then walked out and said to ‘Fender, “she's dead my job is done, at least she had a quick death.”

“WHAT!! YOU KILLED MY TOY!!! “ He yelled at him and was about to grab him by the shirt when there was a cough behind him. They three of them looked and saw that it was…

“Oh shoot hehehe… Umm hey Skinny, bro, buddy old chum. How's it going.”

“Brother what we're about to do… Well I'm waiting. “

“Ummm… wait are you… Are you… being overprotective.”

“No. On the contrary. I can see he has a very great potential. Better than…” He fell silent and looked at the others then walked over to me and picked me up putting me over his shoulder.

I frowned and knew that it would be useless to fight. “Ugh. Really Mr. Skinny, why you do dis. “

He whispered something I couldn't hear. Then he said “what's your real name.”

I looked at him and said, “Its Bas-”

“No your REAL name.”

“But that is my real name. “

“No it's not now tell me.” he said as we got to his room.

I gulped and said, “I have no other known name that I'm aware of. Is there one I should be aware of.”

He frowned at me, “I know who your parents are and I know you're their bastard child so tell. me. your. name.”

Then as he was about to strike me Jeffrey burst into the room and said, “Slender how could you try and land a blow on him!!! Let him go he's staying with me until you can prove yourself.”

Slender seemed to smile and said, “this was only a test to see if you actually cared about him… You passed.”

“What the hell !!! Slender it's not cool to do that to someone.” Jeff yelled

“But in all truth I do know who your parents are Greifer… Be glad they decided to have you unlike the rest.”

“What do you mean? Who's the rest? “ I asked confused.

“That is not my place to tell you.” He stated as if I should know. That bubblegum idiot.

Ugh he knew who my parents were and I don't even know what get are like. This sucked butt. I sighed.

“Dammit Mr. Skinny I dunno my ‘REAL’ name. Shoot I don't even know what my parents look like. Ugh. Would you please tell me how to find them. “

“First let's go talk in your room I don't want anyone to know what we are talking about. “ He said looking at Jeffrey and ‘Fender.

Jeffrey looked at him then me and sighed. He walked back to his room. ‘Fender just looked at me glared then said, “Until next time.” Then he walked to find his next victim.

We walked to across from ‘fenders room into my new room. It's walls were painted midnight blue. Everything was bare it seemed empty even though there was a bed and some furniture and now me.

I looked around and noticed that there was some dried blood in the bathroom. I wondered what happened here. My question was answered by Skinny.

“Suicide Squidward stayed here we had to move him somewhere where his safety was all that mattered. We couldn't keep him here cause he kept making others worry and making them feel all depressed and crap. I know it we wrong of me to send him away but I had to. He needs someone who'll look after him. I couldn't provide that. “

I frowned and said, “I could help him, where is he. I want to know where he is.”

“No.”

“And why the heck not. Hmmm.”

“Because I don't want you coming back looking all emo and shiz.”

“Wow. You are like soooo rude.”

“You're still going to try and find him aren't you.”

“Yep.”

“But why are you trying to help someone who is so far deep into depression. This is why I will never understand humans. “

“Correction I'm not human. At least I don't think I am. And to answer your question. I want to help because people deep into depression think that they are not loved or that they are unwelcome. They think this by people's actions… Did you by any chance try speaking with him. Or at least try to understand where he came from.”

“Umm… No.”

“That's where you went wrong… Haha the almighty Skinny doesn't know how to help others. Dammit Slaughter. Sorry about that.”

“Hmmm. That's OK but who was that. Also do you by any chance have any oth-”

I cut him off and said, “Yes I do their names are- Don't tell him you dumb butt. How dare you call me that Shy why aren't you stopping him. Because I don't want to. Wow what a good friend you are. We aren't friend then. Why. Because you are a dumb butt.”

“This is quite amusing but who are they.”

“They are my friends and they usually don't show themselves unless it's something serious. So I guess when they want they all tell you their names. But since you already know Slaughter he'll be showing up more. Also don't make him angry. Actually don't make any of us angry.”

“OK. I'll try. But out of curiosity what will happen.”

“That is not my place to tell.”

“Very well then.”

“Wait Skinny before I go. Why did you abandon BEN. He is will very heart broken about being close date freak. Please apologize to him for me.”

“... I'll think about it.”

He soon left me not before giving me a schedule of what I had to do. I looked it over and saw that I had to cook in about six minutes.

Yes I was about to meet all of the ‘pastas finally after waiting for like almost four hours.

Then I remembered I never did find out how to find my parents. Ugh dammit Skinny. He just avoided talking about them. Ggggghhhh… Now I'm mad.

As I made my way to the kitchen. I felt eyes on me and I knew this time it wasn't Jeffrey. I quickly turned around to see a man with a mouthguard in trying to flee.

I caught his arm and turned him around and held him In a tight grip. He seemed surprised to be caught. Then I said, “Who the doodlebutts face are you?”

“I-I'm Tic-ci Tob-y.”

“Wait what did you say.” Instead of answering he pulled tightly from my grip and ran off. “Well he's weird. Maybe I'll see him at lunch.”

I checked the time and ran off to the kitchen and prepared waffles and chicken, hamburgers, and pizza. Then I just cooks kidneys, flesh, and guts for the cannibals in the house. For dessert I made candy apples.

As I set the table little BEN decided to pop out of my pocket.

HI GRIEFER… WASSUP…

“Bruh. I forgot you were even here. Cause you are so tiny. Like did you die bruh.”

NO I WENT TO AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE…

He said this with a lot of sarcasm, ha too bad he couldn't beat me in a sarcasm match.

“Ya well. At least I'm not tiny, if ya know what I mean.”

I'M BIGGER WHERE IT COUNTS…

“You nasty.”

As he was about to reply a man with a white mask and feminine looking lips and no eyes walked in.

“Oh.” He said and looked at the table that was filled with lots of food. Then he looked at me.

“Oh. I didn't know there was a new recruit.” Then stared at the food hungrily.

“I'm Griefer.”

THIS IS MINE DO. NOT. TOUCH…

Ben said out of nowhere glaring at the masked man.

Griefer was about to protest when the other killers started flooding in. Everyone started sitting down in their spots.

I served everyone what they wanted no one looked at me twice. Except Jeffrey, he seemed unusually quiet for a person I've only known for a couple hours.

“Hey J-Jeffrey. Je-ffr-ey. Jef-f-rey. Je-ff-rey. Jef-ffffff-fffff-fffreyyyyy!”

I looked at Jeffrey from the corner of my eye and noticed that the guy with the mouth guard was annoying jeff. Jeffrey looked annoyed, but everyone else looked like this happened everyday.

I looked around me to make sure no one noticed me and started making my way out.

“Halt!”

I heard someone call then grab me around the waist. All the other killers looked up at me and stared curiously.

“YAY! New ‘pasta, and it's a girl.”

I was too shy to say anything so I just looked at the ground. Apparently the guy that called me a girl Decided to point out that I was shy.

“Awwwww she's also shy. She's so darn cute.”

I frowned and looked up at the person who was holding me. It looked like another member of Skinny’s family. The only thing was they looked more into the latest fashion.

Then I started freaking out. This is bad he's touching me. Ewwwwwwww.

“This is unsanitary. Let me go this instant. Who knows when the last time you washed those filthy hands of yours.” I said completely grossed out.

Everyone looked at the man and then at me. Then they burst out laughing. A man that looked like a monochrome clown came in and said, “What I miss.”

“She called Trender f-f-filthy.” The man with a mask that held no eyes and liquid leaking out of them said.

“Oh and nice ta meet ya-”

“I'm Griefer. And you are.”

“Eyeless Jack.” I could tell he was usually quiet.

“Oh and I'm Laughing Jack. Eyeless is usually shy around everyone so don't be offended.”

I nodded and then turned to Eyeless who seemed to be blushing out of his mask. Thats weird.

I wanted to tell Eyeless that I was a boy but everyone was too loud and I started thinking about the past this led me to start thinking badly so I ran out into the woods.

I kept running till I was deep in the dark part of the woods. It took me a moment to calm down and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“That was intense.”

“Yeah it was. I wonder what they think of me now.”

“Maybe that you should leave.”

“Naw. I believe they think that you are a special child and need more help.”

“Hahaha. Very funny, Gerald.”

“Don't call me that.”

I just sighed and let them argue when I heard the sound of faint footsteps. Lots of them.

“Guys shut up.”

“OK.” They both said then left.

I sat down and sighed again for the millionth time.

Dang they must think I'm weird… Hmmm maybe… Maybe not. Who knows. If they think I'm weird for having anxiety then they are the weird ones.

I hear the footsteps stop by one of the may trees. One person kept walking I could tell they were young.

Whoever it was didn't care if they were seen and walked all the way towards me. They stopped behind me. I didn't turn around until they put a hand in my shoulder.

I reacted immediately by jerking away. I stood up quickly and turned around looking at the small person.

It was a girl just as I thought. She had brown hair, a pink nightgown and blood running down her forehead.

“Hi. I know you don't know me but I-”

“I know who you are Sally Williams. I'm Griefer. Nice ta meet ya…What do you want.”

“I- I want to help you, but I don't know how.” She said scared and confused.

“No you don't no one wants to help me. I'm useless.”

“No you're not. Who told you that.” She demanded.

“I can't tell you.” I said wondering if I should tell about them.

I decided not to. I listened to what she had to say. The only thing I heard was ‘help you.’

Then I looked at her with tears threatening to spill and I said, “Thank you but my anxiety won't go away, I mean you can try to help me… Also I know you guys are here. So, Like I dunno come out.”

I heard whispering and slowly they came out. They each looked down except for Jeffrey who saw that I had tears threatening to spill and ran towards me.

Apparently BEN couldn't handle seeming someone run at me like that. Soon there was a blueish light appeared and a 5’9 BEN appeared and he growled at Jeffrey. Jeffrey stopped, which cause everyone to stop and stare at him.

There was fear written on all their faces. They whispered about how it was impossible for BEN to appear unless someone freed him. They all glared at BEN.

Sally was the first to do anything. She ran up to BEN and hugged him.

“BEEEEENNNNNNN!!! You're back! YAY!” She turned and smiled at me. “Thank you so, so, so much for bringing him back I've missed my BENNY-BOO.”

Everyone looked at her then at BEN to see his reaction. He looked annoyed so Jeffrey walked up to him and said, “Why are you back. Who brought you back.”

WELL IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS WHO BROUGHT ME BACK… AND AS TO WHY I'M HERE… WELL I'm ONLY CAME HERE CAUSE GRIEF NEEDED A PLACE TO STAY…

“ BEN you can't stay here.”

I looked at both of them and pulled Sally away from them and I whispered to her, “Go call Skinny.”

She nodded and ran off. I looked at them and got in between them.

“Jeffrey calm down, please, just listen for a minute.” He looked at me for a moment and growled at me. I was startled by this and started crying.

SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE JEFFREY… DONT YOU UNDERSTAND HUMAN EMOTIONS… HE'S A SENSITIVE PERSON… APOLOGIZE NOW…

“N-n-no i-it's o-oh-ok I n-n-now k-know th-tha-that J-Je-Jeffrey h-ha-hates m-me…” Then I started crying again. BEN put his arms around me and held me trying to comfort me. He glared at Jeffrey and whispered in my ear,

“If you want to leave we always can.”

I looked up at him with my tear stained face and said, “No it's OK.” I wiped my tears away.

“I don't hate you. It's just why did you have to free him. He's evil.”

“He's not evil, if he was I would have never spoken to him. He's not evil he only want you guys to treat him normally then maybe he won't be an outcast. It's mostly Slenders fault for doing this but everyone makes mistakes. Even BEN, ugh I didn't want to tell you guys but I guess I have to… Jane was never dead. She left. She decided to leave… I'm sorry.”

“What seems to be the problem.” It was Skinny. He ‘looked’ at everyone of us.

“Well BEN appeared and then Jeffrey made Griefer cry.” Sally said simply.

Apparently Skinny only got part of what she said. He rushed over to me and asked, “Are you OK? Did he hurt you? What did he say?”

“I'm OK Mr. Skinny. I also explained that Jenna had left… I'm sorry.”

“Yes, unfortunately Jenna left us by faking her death I only just figured it out when Griefer told me.” He paused as if though contemplating telling them something. Then he said, “OK. I wasn't going to tell you this but I see now that I have no choice… Griefer is a valuable member and has information that we all need OK. So please try and be nice to him. That is all for now. Also BEN has changed so try to get to know him again.”

They all hesitated and looked at each other and finally decided. If Skinny said that BEN had changed then maybe he had, they still had doubts but decided to trust Skinny and give it a shot.

“OK.” They all said.

“We'll try to be his friend.” Laughing Jack said but put emphasis on try. He was one of those that wouldn't try to be BEN's friend. I only faked my best smile and looked at Jeffrey hopefully.

“Ugh fine. I'll be your ‘friend' BEN. I mean we live on the same floor and whatnot.” This made me smile.

It was already time for dinner when we started our way back home. I smiled happily, happy that everyone was getting along.

I look behind me and noticed that the boy who had been watching me earlier was talking with the masked guy. They soon noticed that I was making my way towards them and both stopped, looked at me, looked around frantically as if though looking for a way out.

I was confused, why did they want to run, was I that ugly. I wanted to cry right there but I have already cried too much, I have to be strong.

I walked straight up to them and grabbed the one with the mouth guard by the arm and said, “Why do you keep running from me, huh. Am I really that horrid to look at. Is that why? Well don't just stand there talk to me.”

He made some ticking noises and finally said, “Y-y-ou ar-e n-ot u-ug-ly.” He stated bluntly, then looked at the ground.

“Yeah as a matter of fact you're really pretty... I'm sorry what such bad manners of us, we didn't introduce ourselves. Im Tim.” The masked one said looking at me.

I looked at mouth guard boy and looked at him expectantly. He realized that he had no other choice but to answer, he looked up and said, “I-am To-oby.

I smiled and said, “Noice to meet ya mate… Wait that's what you said earlier. Hahahaha.I'm so dumb.” I said laughing.

That earned laughter from both of them. Then we walked towards the mansion laughing our butts off until I asked, “Hey, Toby.”

“Y-eah.”

“Why were you watching me earlier?”

As he was about to answer Tim interrupted him by covering his mouth and saying, “ We were watching you because… ermm… because we wanted to know more about you.”

I decided not to push the matter and said, “Ugh since I know you won't tell me the truth. I'll go along with what you said.”

They smiled at me and Tim said, “Thanks bro.”

I just smiled and continued to walk to the mansion. As I got inside I saw that everyone was sitting at the table waiting for food. These lazy monkey butts… Hmph waiting for me to feed them, wow.

I made my way to the kitchen and started preparing their meals. After 10 minutes I was finished and in record time! That was something to be proud of.

Anyways I placed the food on the table. Then I sat myself down next to a fully grown BEN. I looked around me and smiled happily. Everyone was getting along and playing with each other.

I'M BORED WANNA PLAY A GAME WITH ME…

“Sure it's gotten boring anyways.” I said happy to go do something.

YAY!

We went to BEN’s room which was next to mine and we started playing video games. We were playing Super Mario 64 on our nintendo's, we were trying to see who would get the highest score on mini games. Obviously he won since he was the gamer master. I just smiled happy that he was happy.

BEN soon just passed out and I carried him to his bed. Then I left the room to go to sleep. I changed and plugged in my ear buds. The song that came on was 32 woman by Green freaks.

I soon fell asleep to Dance with the angels by Breaking jims. I know right I'm so weird but yeah that song makes me feel like I should know something but I have no idea what it is. Maybe it's my childhood. Maybe it's my entire life.

Oh well I'll never know, but who knows right. I mean I'm a crazy person, pfft no I'm not. I'm just mentally unstable. Or am I just being who I truly am.

I woke up with people yelling and I am never a happy person in the morning. This just made me angry and I did the only thing I could think of. That's right I yelled.

“DAMMIT CAN'T ANYONE GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET ‘ROUND HERE!”

Everything immediately went silent. Then they were whispering. I went to sleep since it was only five o'clock. I woke up one hour later not happy but with just enough energy to cook and clean. No one was out of their rooms, I wonder why?

HEY WHY WERE YOU YELLING EARLIER…

“Huh? I was yelling? Are you sure?”

WELL YEAH I'M SURE YOU JUST STARTED YELLING IN SOME WEIRD LANGUAGE… ARE YOU OK… DID YOU FINALLY LOSE IT…

“Ehhh… Lose what. My sanity cause if that's what you meant then no not yet or I'm not really sure.”

UGH YOU BIG DORK… IF ONLY YOU KNEW…

“Knew what? That you luuuuuuuvvvvvvvveeeeee me.” I said joking around. The next thing I knew BEN was blushing madly. I stared at him shocked. He

me.

YOU DUMMY OF COURSE WHO COULDN'T LOVE YOU… IT'S OK IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME LIKE THAT…

I stared at him thinking, “BEN I'll always see you as my brother. I'm sorry it's a Platonic love. Again I'm sorry.”

OH WELL I TRIED… WE CAN STILL BE FRIENDS RIGHT…

I laughed, “Of course, BEN.”

After that we continued on like nothing ever happened. No one found out that BEN had confessed to me and no one had to know. We were currently playing video games. I beat BEN for the third time in a row.

I laughed then told BEN I had to go restroom. He laughed then told me to hurry. I got to the bathroom only to see Toby was in there taking a piss. I immediately apologized.

When I got back BEN saw that I seemed deep in thought and decided that we retire early. I agreed absentmindedly. I was in my room when I remembered I never went to the bathroom.

As I was making my way down to the restroom. I bumped into somebody. It was Toby, jeez it was like he knew where I was 24/7. He looked at me shocked then ran off to his room.

I went to the bathroom to see blood in the sink. Ugh, couldn't people do their business elsewhere. Then I realize someone had left a small blade. I also figured out whose blood it was.

“Toby please open the door.”

“W-why.”

“I need to ask you something.”

“Uggghhh... F-fineeee.”

I took a step back and waited patiently for him to open the door. When the door opened I barges in. Showed him the blade and looked at him. He looks at the blade shocked.

“I-it’s n-n-not m-mine, I-I sw-sw-ear.”

“Toby please just show me your arms.”

Toby then started crying and slowly pulled up his sleeves to reveal long deep cuts all over his arm. I cringed just looking at his arm. I gently too his arm and kissed his cut up arm. He seemed shocked and shivered.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, I can't feel remember.”

“Sorry.”

I woke up with arms wrapped around me. I slowly turned to see who was hoping me. I saw an unknown person and all I could think of was ‘oh what happened to Toby.’ Then I saw that there as a hold in this person's cheek.

This was Toby, I chuckled who knew Toby would look so darn cute while sleeping.

I slowly got out of the bed and put on my sweater. As I was making my way out Toby woke up. He looked at me and felt for his mouth guard frantically searching. I smiled sadly he was ashamed of himself.

“Toby it's OK. Your mouth guard is next to you. Also take it from me, no one care about what you look like all that matters is who they are inside.”

I then left leaving Toby no time to reply. I soon ran into Jeffrey as soon as I had taken ten steps from Toby's room.

“Where were you all night, not that I care.”

“I was with Toby.”

“Toby. Why Toby, he's annoying.”

“Don't you dare insult Toby. Everyone has their own battles to fight and I will not tolerate you insulting someone like Toby. Understand.”

“Jeez, I'm sorry Grief.

“It's OK it just that something happened last night and I'm just on edge about Toby, OK.”

“What happened to Toby?”

“I can't tell you.”

“Fine, playing hard to get. I like that.”

I just smiled and slapped him. He rubbed his cheek while I walked away. After that the day went uneventful. I soon got tired and just went to do my rounds early.

It been three weeks since the Toby incident. I have grown closer to BEN, Toby, and Jeffrey. They are my three best friends although I do wish my first friend, poor Glitcher. I had to learn to give up on living a normal life and adjust to life as a killer.

I was walking up the stairs towards my room when I bumped into someone it was Toby. We both tumbled down, I noticed he didn't have his mouth guard on. I landed on top of him, I tried keeping myself from falling on him but I failed. Our lips met, our eyes widened in realization, I immediately pulled away.

“I'm so sorry Grief.”

All I could do was nod and I left to my room. In my room I touched my lips and whispered, “My first kiss was with a guy.”

I fell asleep and woke up to Jeffrey yelling at someone. Apparently he didn't care that I was trying to sleep. I got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen where Toby was trying to eat his waffles without crying. While Jeffrey yelled at him. I glared and did my own fair share of yelling.

“JEFFREY! STOP YELLING AT HIM FOR SOMETHING THAT DIDN'T MEAN ANY HARM!”

Everyone immediately went quiet and stared at the two of us. I glared at Jeffrey and tapped my foot impatiently. He looked down and softly said, “I'm sorry Toby, it's just that I wa-nevermind.”

Toby accepted his apology then hugged Jeffrey, then went back to happily eating his waffles. I smiled at them then went to go make dinner. Skinny helped me in the kitchen, Toby and BEN went to go hang out, and Jeffrey watched us make the food.

I hummed while cooking and Skinny joined, we hummed to a silly tune. Soon we find ished and Jeffrey went to go call the others. We all had a big family dinner, Skinny sat at the end of the table I sat between Toby and BEN. Jeffrey seemed to be glaring at the two beside me. I didn't understand why.

Our dinner was interrupted by loud knocking. Tim went to go check who it as and only came back with a letter addressed to me. I took the letter and opened it Toby and BEN read the letter silently with me. They were really shocked as to what it said. I was left speechless and gaped at it.

“Well are you going to tell us what it day or are we going to ask Toby.” Said a very curious killer. I sighed and said, “The letters from one of my fathers, to be more precise it's from Axel Jones… He said we are all in danger that HE is back and looking for me and if we want to be safe, to try and find him. If we can't find him within six months we are doomed.”

I looked at all their shocked faces and smiled sadly. “I really liked this place.” Was all I was able to say before everything went black and the last thing I heard were screams.

I woke up in a dark cabin room. I had no idea how long I've been out but it must've been for some time since my hair has grown longer, it was now to my waist. The other thing I noticed was that the shadows moved. I could also hear things.

Then for the second time I blacked out. This time I woke up with a wet towel being put on my forehead. The person looked surprised and whispered, “Crap! You're not supposed to be awake yet.”

I then felt something almost like a needle was being placed into my neck. I felt everything slowly go away before I heard frantic whispering then everything was gone. I was left in the dark. Then as I was getting comfortable the darkness seemed to go away too and everything was suddenly just gone.

#OLD FANFIC #2016 Cringe (Culture Is Dead BUT Not For Me)#Cmon guys laugh at the clown #no beta (clearly)#tbh i have no idea what i wrote and im NOT gonna reread this #ALSO 2016 me actually tried to get this published LMAO #some dude actually read i and tried emailing me back about it for two years and i never responded

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96percentdone · 6 years

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DR1 character rankings

I got bored and kept seeing @halfpastmonsoon do these and decided fuck it I’ll do it myself. It’s my blog right like?

Anyway uh in case someone gets super irate about it these are just my opinions and you’re allowed to like characters I don’t like for whatever reasons you want? You’re also allowed to hate characters I like! But isn’t an invitation for you to fight me just because I have different opinions, yeah? Okay! Under the cut!

1. Kirigi//ri Kyou//ko: she’s my god damn wife what do you want from me. I’m really gay did you see her in DR3--OKAY NO FOR REAL. Kiri is so good holy shit she’s like morally complex because she’ll do anything for the truth, even throw you under the bus just to make sure she can still live to find it. She’ll get mad at you for keeping secrets and yet she’ll keep like 8000 from you and except you to roll with it. My point is Kiri has flaws, but more importantly, she has like an arc where she learns from them? Like with the secrets she realizes she was being unfair, and when she throws you under the bus it’s when it clicks just how she was gonna KILL Naegi just tomake sure she could keep operating as herself. She realizes her mistakes, and she comes clean on all her secrets and apologizes. She’s got a lot going on. And I love her so so so much.

2. Oo//gami Saku//ra: too good for this fucking sinful earth. okay. No, but seriously I think she’s amazing simply because of her arc. She betrays them all in a moment of weakness, because she fears for her dojo, and over the course of getting attached to them realizes she can’t throw them all under the bus like that either. So she resolves herself and finds the strength to fight Monokuma, and suffer alone as consequence to her actions. But even that’s not enough. It’s not enough to just accept you’ve sinned and take your punishment, you have to do something, and she does. Through her own strength and love for the classmates around her she kills herself just to end their fighting. It stopped being about her, and just...grijgoirjgoirjgowe okay I love her.

3. As//ahi//na A//oi: throwback to when the consequences of trying to get everyone killed mattered even a little! I love her a whole lot! She’s super bubbly and excitable and tries quite a bit, but the thing I like the most is how she’s is pretty much exclusively run by her emotions. ch4 plays out the way it does because she gets so caught up in her guilt instead of thinking it through more she decides they all must die for their sins. It’s only when she’s forced to think about the ‘suicide note’ that she recieves she realizes she fucked it up, and then apologizes. Her apology is glossed over a little too fast if we’re being honest, but it’s there, and we see everyone reason their way into forgiving her. Listen I just like ch4 a lot and she’s a big reason as to why.

4. Eno//shima Jun//ko: throwback to when DR villains were actually good and compelling. Girl makes a fucking entrance and she stands out because she literally can’t decide what she wants to be out of boredom. It becomes so clear just in how she treats herself that the only thing in this WORLD that matters to her is her own entertainment and that to her, entertainment means despair. Boredom is the one true despair, and it can only be satiated by seeing other people suffer at their worst. She embodies despair because suffering is the only thing that can satisfy her own personal despair. She wants everyone to suffer like she does, so she can get off on it. It’s paradoxical and mad, but it’s genuine. Even when she loses, she wins, because now she suffers from the despair of failing. She suffers because things don’t go her way, but things not going her way alleviates her boredom. She goes beyond human comprehension and yet her actions have very real and permanent consequences. And she’s a joy to watch. DR3 never happened to ruin her. Nope.

5. Fu//kawa To//uko: Man I love Fuka//wa I really do she’s a lot of fun, and it’s just a shame her potential isn’t capitalized until DRAE, but I did enjoy seeing her. The serial killer twist is fun too! I’ll admit I largely like her because of what DRAE does for her, but I think her persecution complex is interesting to see in motion, and that for someone you’d expect to be smart given her talent she’s just kinda a fool. She doesn't actually know what she’s doing at all. I’m mad she doesn’t get her moment in ch6 and it goes to Syo instead I think it’s crap how DR1 ignores her as a character, but given how well she’s used later I think DR1 is basically just her backstory in a lot of regards so ye.

5.5 Genoc//ider S//yo: lmao she gets ranked less than Fuk//awa only because I like F//ukawa slightly more but they’re pretty much tied otherwise. She’s funny. I’m a little annoyed that she’s the one with the big climactic dialogue in ch6 versus actual Fukawa but whatever man.

6. Fuj//isaki Chihi//ro: y’know I had like several paragraphs here as to why I ranked Fujisa//ki here and then I realized the discourse I’d reopen on the subject is not worth it because Fujis//aki Discourse is eternal and no matter what pronoun I use someone would fight me SO. We’re just not gonna explain why. You’re just gonna have to accept it. I’m not doing Fu//jisaki discourse. If you message me on the subject, I will ignore you. The end.

7. Na//egi Mako//to: Egg is a super static character if we’re being honest. He makes no change and doesn’t develop, but I think it was actually the point. I pretty much exclusively prefer a character who develops, but egg does his job well because he was meant to be SYMBOLIC of hope. Hope is not something that changes, it simply IS, so having him start optimistic and trusting, and remain optimistic and trusting works because he embodies the concept he represents. It’s kinda boring that it feels like he’s a vehicle to view the plot, but he works, and he’s a little funny at times. Also, I’m gay for Ogata Megumi so there’s that.

8. Ishi//maru Kiyota//ka: Honestly I think Ishi is kinda boring, but I just really like that he got suuuuper invested in Oo//wada only to crash like. I think Kodaka doing that and realizing how bad people took Ishimaru’s later death made him start having actual development arcs based on someone else’s sacrifice which is good. So at the end of the day, I like Ish//imaru if only because of what he inspired. But he’s kind of a cute character, and his “not actually gay we promise” dynamic with Oow//ada was fun.

9. Hag//akure Yas//uhiro: For comic relief he’s actually kinda funny although I will never never never forgive the man for “Kiri//giri-chi is a ghooooost!!!!” shit in ch5 listen no fuck off fuck you she’s not a ghost. But he’s useless, but it’s kinda funny how useless he is, and I like how his useless stupidity actually plays a role because he makes things even more complicated than they need to be in ch4 because he’s dumb. So there you go.

10. Ik//usaba Muk//uro: She like has no real character as a result of like not actually existing as herself in the 2 minutes of time she gets before she dies so I don’t know how people stan her, but I think there’s something interesting about her pretending to be someone she’s not the whole time. You see more of that in school mode, but I wish there was more of it in the main story to hint at the reveal than her DEATH. I feel like she’s a lot more interesting in theory than in practice.

11. Oo//wada Mon//do: I just don’t care about the man what do you want from me. He’s kinda funny though, and “his totally not gay we promise” bromance with Ishi//maru is nice. Also ch2 hurts sufficiently and provides interesting commentary on toxic masculinity. But honestly, I just didn’t really get all too invested in the guy. His design’s cool though.

12. Ma//izono Saya//ka: she’s just really boring guys she’s like not interesting at all, and I don’t appreciate the game forcing her on me just for a plot twist of ‘oooo she dies and was gonna frame you for murder!!!’ There’s like nothing To her, and she’s intentionally played like wife bait so the reveal hurts more but it doesn’t really work when you’re not taking the bait, huh? All that being said I actually kinda like that at the end of the day she ISN’T wife bait and she’s kinda conniving and manipulative, but Kodaka decided we have to preserve her as “ultimately good” with that “dying message means she really does care” thing he hammers in so she’s a little wasted. I’d like her more otherwise.

13. Yama//da Hi//fumi: He’s creeeeeepppyyyyyy. I’ll give him credit for one thing though and that’s like his creepiness is like reserved towards an AI? Like he’s not like a certain sdr2 character who I won’t mention by name, but like it’s still. It’s not good. Also for comic relief, he’s not very funny. But I also just kinda feel bad for him because his existence is treated as a joke by everyone, even the writers, and that probably explains why he’s written like that, to begin with.

14. Ce//lestia Ludenb//erg: She’s a bitch? She’s not even a fun bitch she’s just a bitch. I just don’t like her better than thou attitude before her reveal, and her motivations after her reveal in ch3 did nothing to endear me to her. I think the writing behind her though works, which is good. The plot twist is satisfying for that reason. She’s like Ouma jr in regards to the DR Liar archetype, which is great tbh, and she has payoff, I just don’t like her as a person so she’s super far down my list lmao.

15. Toga//mi Byak//uya: listen he’s a douchebag and gets no real character development at all. like in ch4 he decides he’s gonna stop playing the killing game how Monokuma wants, but he still is the same fucking condescending better than thou asshole he started as. His major character flaw ACCORDING TO THE NARRATIVE is that he’s a self-absorbed piece of shit who thinks he's right about everything all the time, and yet even when he gets WRECKED in ch4, he like...stays the same. Instead of thinking “maybe I’m wrong sometimes” the conclusion he reaches is “I’ll stop doing what Monokuma wants” which alright fine but like that’s not the arc we set up for you. So basically Togami from start to finish is just a douchebag with no actual redeeming qualities. I will say one thing. I like him MUCH better outside of DR1, where he seems to have actually developed a little, and he’s kinda funny. Also his backstory is fucked I’ll admit that. But dude I don’t like the man.

16. Kuwa//ta L//eon: If you’re wondering why Leo//n’s down here at the bottom even if I just professed to hating Toga//mi with my entire being it’s because I very aggressively don’t care about him. He is a non-entity to me. You could erase him from my memory and nothing would change at all. Also he’s ugly.

#hope.txt #anyway none of you come fight me #i am not interested

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tinnefoil · 7 years

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I have some pretty long and very specific thoughts about artists vis a vis their art (whether actors, writers, etc).

The short version is that I think that they should be kept separate as much as possible. This most notably covers cases such as:

- I don’t like giving breaks to actors just because they are nice people in real life. Ideally I shouldn’t have to know that to like their art, whether their art might be a book, painting or a character or whatever. I want to be able to enjoy those things even if I know nothing about the background of people.

- I think bad people should go to jail. Even if they are great artists or great people otherwise, even if a strong case could be made that they could have a really huge positive impact on society. I think they need to do their time just like everybody else.

- To me the hardest question is always when it contains things that are not strictly illegal but that I still consider questionable. That might be anything from I dunno, leaving your spouse for a younger version and being an asshole in divorce proceedings to holding gross political views and being obnoxious about it. (for example: I have grave concerns about Scientology) If it’s things I just consider personally morally gross (like cheating, being rude to fans), I usually try to push it from my mind and focus on the art. The hardest cases for me are usually politics and “that person makes money from me consuming the art and might use it for negative politics” (see: Orson Scott Card). In those situation I might personally boycott the art, but I still very strongly believe in trying to judge the art fairly. ie “this neutrally is a good movie/painting/performance, but I personally choose to abstain from it due to reasons unrelated to the quality of the art”. The art does not instantly get crap just because the person behind it is crap.

- I think if a person does something good outside their art that should be appreciated (whether that is charity work, being nice to fans, pulling a person from a burning car...) even if their art is crap. Again the person and the art should be seen as separate. Also, the art does not automatically get better just because the person behind it is nice.

I think it’s really unhealthy when people don’t want to believe anything negative about their idol in question (again especially goes into criminal matters, since almost anything below it one can argue that it doesn’t truly matter). I think it’s kinda unhealthy that so many people obsess over artists and want them to be nice people in their private life.

I get not wanting them to be criminals (whether it’s because of: if they go to jail I might get less art or because of general “I generally don’t wish for there to be more criminals”), but things like rudeness or chastity? I get not wanting them to do drugs or indulge in risky behavior, because of again it being a high chance that they will fuck themselves up and their art will suffer and because generally you don’t want more people to fuck themselves up.

I dunno, I guess I don’t believe that karma is actually a real thing. Respectively, I think that’s a really questionable, Grimm’s fairy tale type logic to think that just because somebody is beautiful or talented they must also be nice. Rather than beauty/talent and niceness being unrelated things.

I think it’s really unhealthy to put artists on a pedestal, for both the artist and the person doing the worshiping.

I try to stay away from articles about personal things from artists and try not to assign too much value to them. Because again, they can only at best give a tiny fraction of an insight into a person and even if it did more, these are things that shouldn’t matter. Some artists have great and impressive live stories unrelated to their art, and then those should be appreciated unrelatedly to their art.

Overall, I really think this increased personalized relationships between artists and fans (particularly actors, but also musicians, writers, youtubers, painters), has a lot of really troublesome aspects to it.

If somebody has done something criminal I root for that person to go to jail and receive a just punishment. Even if they are beautiful or talented. Similarly, if somebody it hurting or stalking actors, I hope for those people to go to jail, even if the art of the artist in question is uninteresting or bad to me. I can read a story about let’s say an actress I’ve never seen on a show I’ve never seen and still feel pity for her if she was being mistreated. It’s not related to the art. I would feel the same way if I read a similar story about a supermarket cashier. Suffer is bad and a sad thing and regrettable when it happens, regardless of whether the person is an artists and whether their art is amazing or awful.

As far as my fannish activity, I always try to be art/character first, artist/actor very, very, very remote second. And again if an artist did something amazing in real life, like for example excellent charity work I can follow that work without starting to like or consume their art. Like, I’m sure what let’s say Bono is doing great, but I still have no interest in attending one of his concerts.

People often seem to wish for this perfect storm of an artist they like being this perfect person, with the perfect personality, the right political opinions, the right charity activity, the perfect intelligence, the perfect behavior towards fans in any circumstance and and and and and.

And I always think, why? Actors are not gods. Treating them like, putting endless hopes and expectations on them, that is unfair and unjust to them to. They are mere mortals. And the biggest majority of people are kinda nice but at least occasionally kinda shit too. Artists are no different. Some of them will be assholes, or have bad days, or just be different from what you expect. Does it really make sense to be deeply, personally disappointed by that?

In the end, I think all people deserve decency, fairly regardless of who they are. Even if their art is crap. Even if they aren’t artists at all. Even if they are actually assholes, that doesn’t give people a right to be assholes back to them. Every act of assholishness needs to be looked at individually. The (potential) assholishness of person X doesn’t give other people a free pass to be assholes too. (btw, even horrible criminals deserve decency, they just happen to also deserve jailtime)

Anyway, this is my really longwinded way of saying: that’s why you will never see me defend anybody on the basis of “but they are such a good person”. Because I don’t really, actually know them and much more importantly BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER. Every person deserves decency. Nobody deserves being mistreated. You are never a hero for mistreating others, regardless of who the person is.

#artists #art #morality #fandom #being a fan

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NSFW #2.2: Chum

The crescent moon shone in the clear, star-dotted sky above. The warm air blew in a soft breeze, and all around were the whooshing of waves. The scent of salt gave the air a not-unrefreshing tang. And on this beach, far from home, the waves broke over Mike McGuire’s ankles, the Bronx Brawler wearing a black sports-bra like top under a gauzy vest of orange fabric they’d picked up at a trip to the marketplace along with black shorts that went about halfway down to their knees. Along with the moon, a few inflatable lanterns were placed strategically in a semicircle into the sand, giving the scene an air of quiet ambiance. There were thoughts running through their head, thoughts that were totally untoward with the serenity around them. They were bottled, for now, like a storm confined to a teacup ready to be unleashed at the proper time. But for this second, they breathed it in. “Mom used to take me to the beach as a kid. Pool, too. She taught me everything she fuckin’ knew and I took to it like a duck. Not as good as her but most people ain’t.” They sighed, and looked behind them to the person they were speaking to. “Sometimes I really wish I was a fuckin’ shark. I’d just swim all day and eat stupid shit-talking bitches alive.” John Bishop Church was near, also dressed for the setting, in a simple black tank and matching board shorts with green racing stripes down the sides. His arms folded over his chest and he frowned as his mind clicked through how to respond to such an admission. His shoulders slumped as nothing came through. The camera phone, set on a tripod, framed them both in the picture clearly. The scene faded to black. There were precious seconds in this blackness before a voice, John’s, chimed in, “That about sums it up, right, Brenna Gordon?” The picture came up again. A few more lanterns had been thrown in quickly, the inner LEDs glowing orange and green, the lighting a bit brighter now. Mike shook their head, letting out a harsh sigh. “You know what? I am fuckin’ disappointed. I mean, I could go with the standard ‘I thought we were friends’, but I’d just be kidding myself. I thought you were cool enough but facts’ facts, I didn’t really know you all that well. But I did think pretty good of you, enough to know you ain’t to be fucked with, you’re dangerous as shit in that ring, even enough that I didn’t think you were the kind of person to fuckin’ regurgitate the same tired BS already crapped out by silly douchenozzles I pictured you a better caliber of person than. Shows how the fuck much I know.” Their shoulders shrugged in a distinctive ‘oh well’ manner. “To say we haven’t heard all of that before would be an understatement. But I get it,” John nodded, “This is a new audience and so the old idiom of ‘If I haven’t seen it, it’s new to me.’ applies here.” John stepped further back into the water. “So let’s dive in,” his tone was dry but with a lilt of borrowed sarcasm, “This big conclusion, Brenna? I agree with Mike. Whether it's two malcontents in a department store, a braggadocious silver-tongued Texan, or YOU, Brenna Gordon, it all sounds awfully familiar. Because we say we aim to be the best, that we claim to be the best - we are self-righteous,” his gaze narrowed, “So tell us. How are we supposed to approach this?” He turned to Mike. “Mike, I hope we can manage to win. It’d sure be nice but if not, oh well, losing is just as fun.” “Golly gee willikers, Church, that it would. Also I’m sure glad we don’t have any aspirations about leaving this tag division or any others better than we found it. Who wants to elevate the game when the status quo is just peachy fuckin’ keen?” An exaggerated wink, accompanied by an ‘OK’ gesture. The pinky and ring fingers are then lowered as Mike’s cheesy expression melts into a glare. “And just as a side note, a heavy chunk of our merch proceeds go to shit like the Trevor Project, Project Innocence… you know, not that it matters but since we’re apparently playing Selfless Good Guy Bingo here thought I’d educate your lily-white ass. Not like it’s right there on our website or anything.” John stepped back to Mike. He put a hand on their shoulder. “I understand what this is about, though. Doing anything to blur and obfuscate what this is about. With your infinite knowledge, you try your damndest to stake claim to what we are, what we aren’t. But we are here right now to put this ship back on course. Brenna, your partner Berlin seems to have the right idea. Tag. Team. Wrestling.” “See, I like him. But then, I liked Brenna, so I’m kinda not in the position to trust my initial impressions of people right now. If Brenna’s effect on you is to make you more like her? I’d head for the hills, my dude, before you start acting like you’re perpetually on the rag. But let’s play harpy’s advocate here for a minute. Let’s pretend that we really are writing you off because you don’t meet our standards for what a tag team should be. We’d be walking into an ass kicking. You know why? Because I see something. Something I don’t see very often unless I’m watching tapes of me and Church. Last time I saw it in another team we lost our straps, so you two had better believe the last fucking thing we’re gonna do is underestimate you. But I wonder… do you know what to do with that? Has your chemistry been tested and galvanized like ours has?” “Don’t know. We didn’t know much about Berlin’s history but thanks to him, we have somewhere to start,” and then John raised a finger up, “and yes, one of our golden rules is to never underestimate our opponents. That doesn’t mean we don’t listen and observe. Like what exactly stops Berlin Anderson from learning about us on his own instead of waiting for hearsay from a person who has never shared a ring with us before? Another thing, the greatest tag teams ever? They stood together, brothers-in-arms, and they did not speak at cross purposes.” “Are we one of the greatest tag teams ever? Nah. Despite what you may think we think, we ain’t that full of ourselves. Maybe one day we’ll stand with the Foundations, the Legions, the Busters, the Express. The same dedication to the art flows through our fuckin’ veins, after all.” Another wave broke around their ankles, perhaps a bit shallower as the moon pulled the tide back little by little. Step by step, they emerged out of the water. They both crouched in front of the camera. “One final thing, Brenna Gordon, only my friends call me John. You’ve made it abundantly clear what you are.” “Opponent. Adversary. But most importantly? In our way. Later, chum.” Grinning like a great white, Mike reached toward the camera and cut out the picture. Mike sighed as the extinguished light on the phone signified that their words and actions were once again private. They helped gather up the lanterns, turning off the lights and deflating them until just a couple were still lit. Holding onto one, they sat down on the sand, looking out to the water as it rose up to lap at their toes. “I thought we were done with this bullshit. I know you said we weren’t here to make friends, but not being treated with fucking disdain by somebody I thought was cool - again - would be nice.” Brenna’s words hadn’t been as devastating to them as other words and actions had been in the past. Still, though, it wasn’t pleasant. John sat down beside them. His hand squeezed around Mike’s wrist lightly, “I didn’t want to say but she never was going to get us. She doesn’t know us. Doesn’t need to.” “Does anybody?” It was a gloomy thought, they supposed. But who did they have but each other? Now that they thought about it, they could really count their friends on their fingers and have digits left over. Their fanbase was loyal and always nice to have, but Mike knew better than to equate fandom with friendship. John didn’t think about that too much. He liked what he liked. To a fault, whatever routine he was given, he would adhere to. For better or worse. And so their circle was tight. He deflected perhaps the morass nature of this query, “Sure. But present company excluded, this business isn’t much for that. And maybe we were accountable for some of that. But outside of that? Your family, I’d consider them friends foremost.” Mike smiled up at him in the way they wouldn’t consciously do if there was a camera on them, and scooted a little closer, their head resting on his shoulder. Something crossed their mind then, something they’d asked about once before. They’d gotten a little information then, but something in them always craved a little more. Anything that could get them closer to him. “...can you tell me a little more about yours?” There was an extended period of silence between the two. “Not much to say…” John trailed off. He wasn’t ending the conversation. However, it’d been so long. He had shared with Mike about the lack of contact. Relationship trends would indicate that the little notoriety that John had obtained in the last year in something other than what used to define his existence would draw that sort of attention. John was sure he had extended family. He didn’t live in a vacuum. But, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t really remember who they were. And while it had been many years since he really thought about her, his mother, always seemed to understand who he was - even if he didn’t. As if in mid memory, he blurted out, “I didn’t want to join the wrestling team in middle school. My mother insisted. Said I had the right mind for it.” He didn’t want to admit that he could barely remember her face. His ties to that life had been washed away. John’s mother may have planted the seed but she never saw her son succeed and grow to love the sport of wrestling, in all its forms. The following tendencies may have sounded familiar to Mike. “I’d fill up notebooks for each event I’d compete in…” He cut himself off, clamming up. Internally, something utterly devastating pushed against him. It was an impossible desire to have something that he could never have. And while the details were blurry due to the passage of time, he could envision the enormity of that very moment that brought this on. John remembered clearly lamenting to his mother that she was the only person who seemed to understand his line of thought. She laughed at that notion. She said that it wasn’t too hard. And that she would hope John could find that elsewhere with someone else. A different bond. He was too focused on the breaking of his routine to attach any credence to what she said. And it was too late to share his enlightenment now. He lowered his head, the impact of that void finally hitting him after all these years. Mike almost said something. The last few minutes had been nothing but the night wind and the steady sound of the ocean. Someone else might have been confused or annoyed at the drop-off, or have said something by now. They just pressed themselves a little closer. They wouldn’t invalidate his feelings by telling him not to be sad, especially about something like this, but there was no reason he had to be sad alone.

#location: morocco #valor pro wrestling

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ESCAPE THE FATE | EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW FOR PULP MAGAZINE

October 16 | Samsung Hall, SM Aura

It’s been months now since Escape The Fate’s triumphant comeback to the Philippines and I’m sure we’re all still reeling from their insane show last October 16, 2016 at Samsung Hall. That was their first solo concert in the country, having previously made their Philippine debut in 2015 on no less than the biggest metal stage in Southeast Asia—the phenomenal PULP SUMMER SLAM stage. It was in that same year that the band released their fifth studio album Hate Me and embarked on hugely successful tours promoting the new record. So when PULP Live World brought them back to Manila, PULP Magazine didn’t pass up the opportunity to catch up with Craig, Kevin (a.k.a. Thrasher), Robert, and TJ at Seda Hotel in BGC ahead of their crazy concert.

Check out this EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW with the band where we spent a good amount of time being serious, joking around, talking about everything from their best memories from PULP SUMMER SLAM, how badly Robert wanted to meet Manny Pacquiao (he actually got to meet Pacman after this interview somehow!), their My Chem cover (in which they spoiled the concert for me), meeting the folks from Mayday Parade (who had their show at the same venue the night before), and, most importantly, their latest album Hate Me plus the band’s future plans.

First off, how are you guys doing? How’s the tour been, and how’s Southeast Asia treating you guys so far?

CRAIG: It’s been amazing! We’ve seen a lot of sights, not much rest but we’ve seen a lot of beautiful places.

Well, welcome back to the Philippines! We’re really excited to have you out here again. What do you guys remember from the last time you guys were here, when you played at the PULP SUMMER SLAM?

ROBERT: Yeah, we remember everything about it!

KEVIN: My take on PULP SUMMER SLAM is that… that was like, your typical heavy metal rock show on steroids. It was fucking amazing playing with Killswitch Engage, the catwalk, C02 cannons… it was one of the funnest times and oddly enough, a day before that, our bass player quit the band, the guy that was playing bass for us. So we were flying out, we told another person to learn all [the] songs, we finally got here and he goes “Hey guys, I didn’t learn any of the songs!” So, in our final attempt to make it not sound like complete crap without the low end, I recorded all the bass in our hotel room after the long flight we had. And then the highlight of the show for me was when Craig started climbing up the scaffolding and jumped about 30 feet into the crowd.

TJ: I think there was a video on Youtube of that.

CRAIG: That was the one and only time we played as “Escape The Faith”

ROBERT: Oh yeah *laughs*

KEVIN: We walked in and there was a big poster that said “Welcome, Escape The Faith! *laughs*

CRAIG: Also The Word Alive performed as “The World Alive”

KEVIN: *laughs* It was amazing, I mean we had never been here before and Vernon was just a fan of the band and he invited us out so he kinda took the risk as he had no idea how the fans would react and thankfully, now, this year we get to play here again and we’re continuing to build our fanbase out here in Southeast Asia.

But tomorrow’s show is gonna be quite different for sure, since it’s gonna be a solo show, and not a huge-ass festival. What do you guys think about that, do you guys prefer playing big festivals? Tomorrow being a solo show, it’s gonna be quite different and intimate, don’t you think?

CRAIG: I think we all like playing any type of show there is. There’s something we call a festival run back in the States, where you go on tour and play all these radio festivals and when we do that, we kinda get tired and go, “Man, I miss being in a club…”, you know, having lights and being up close to the fans so the grass is always greener, but we just love performing, no matter what it is.

KEVIN: Yeah and another thing that’s very special and unique when we think about our club performances and having a headline show is that we can play as many songs as we want, we could do whatever we want in the set, we can take a break and play a bunch of cover songs if we want. We will be playing a bunch of covers tomorrow that we really haven’t played for anyone, other than people in Southeast Asia and Australia, so it’s very special, it’s a one-time thing out here for us.

What are you guys looking forward to now that you guys are back? Robert really wants to meet Manny Pacquiao, huh?

ROBERT: Yeah, I really want to meet him but I realized that it’s Saturday so probably he’s not gonna be training today

CRAIG: We’re huge fans of him, especially Robert.

ROBERT: I thanked him in one of our albums. I think it was the self-titled album… or maybe it was Ungrateful. I don’t know he just inspired me when I was going through, like, some really dark times and stuff. Like, just watching his fights, it just kinda helped make me smile when I really couldn’t

KEVIN: Another thing that’s cool about him is that he’s a fighter but the way he goes about things, he doesn’t go out and talk shit on people, he’s got manners and that inspired us as a rock band as well because in our world, there’s people that wanna hate and talk shit about other bands and not support one another and it’s just so cool to see someone extremely successful and not going about it by stepping on other people-- just by honest, good hardwork.

So let’s talk about your latest album Hate Me. I want to know, where are you guys coming from, when it comes to this album? What were your motivations when you wrote these songs?

CRAIG: It’s coming from years and years and years of turmoil, I guess. We all had a big hand in this record, you know, there are songs in this album that Kevin wrote by himself that was just in his hard drive history from a couple years back, TJ wrote vocals for an entire song on this record and Robert sent the guitar parts that were very much the bones and the roots of “Just A Memory” which is like, the video that has the most views and quickest views in a long time out of some of our past videos so it seems like people really like that track. All of our emotions, we just kinda put them all on the table and we really dived into it and worked our asses off.

Yeah, and I think a lot of people who’ve heard it for the first time had the impression that it’s straight-up aggressive but when you really take a good look at some of the tracks from the album it’s not all just that, right? There’s “Remember Every Scar” that’s pretty empowering when you think about it, and then there’s track’s like “Let Me Be” that’s more of a love song, so how did you guys think of mixing those up?

KEVIN: I totally agree with that, it’s like, this record to me really sums up what life is and life is all about ups and downs and conflict and you know, your inner conflict with yourself, but also at the same time, it’s about finding yourself and finding who you truly are. And us, we’ve been all doing this for over ten years, we each have done countless, countless records so for us it’s like finding our unique voices as songwriters and you know, having the freedom to just go and say what you want to and be poetic. Instrumentally, Robert is killing it on drums and I feel like some of my guitar solos are some of my proudest guitar solos I’ve ever put down on tape. Yeah, it isn’t all aggressive, there are songs like “Remember Every Scar” that’s coming from taking all your negative experiences, taking all the bullshit in life and kinda turning it around and seeing that you can rise above and have a great life no matter what background you’re coming from.

Speaking of “Remember Every Scar”, you guys released a video for that, as well as “Just A Memory” and “Alive”, and last night you announced that a video for “The Terrible Children” will be coming our way. Why these songs?

CRAIG: I think the band definitely wanted to do a video for “Just A Memory” really really bad so we did that. And then “Alive” was definitely a really strong kind of rock-radio vibe so we did a video for that one. “Remember Every Scar” was another song that we all were like, really really about, like “We gotta do a video for this one.” “Terrible Children” was just a video that came together because we had a touring photographer on the road so she filmed a bunch of footage, and she put it together so we’re like “Alright, let’s put a live video out there” so that’s what’s coming out. And we just finished filming a video for “Breaking Me Down” which is a ballad that we’re very, very excited about and we all have high hopes to do a video for “Let Me Be” at some point. We all love that song as well, so yeah. If it was completely 100% up to the band, we would do a music video for every single song.

What do you guys make of the public’s reception of the album? What are the best and worst commentaries that you guys have encountered regarding Hate Me?

KEVIN: I’ve seen a lot of really good reactions on the album from fans and critics alike. I mean a lot of fans, they’ve had their history with the band, we’ve gone through all the different styles and different changes because the band’s constantly evolving from record to record. And this one, a lot of them are saying it’s one of their favorite records that the band’s ever done.

CRAIG: This one’s got the least negative reactions for a record that I’ve seen in this band since as far as I can remember. I mean This War Is Ours had a lot of negative [reactions] but there’s so much positive [reactions] in that album as well that kinda overshadowed the negativity. I was just on my Timehop app this morning and I saw I was telling TJ that there was a review, and the review’s [tone] was like a movie theatre/narrator voice, like “In a world where rock radio is failing, one band can save it all…” and I’m like, damn this review is legit. *laughs* So we definitely have seen a lot of positive reviews on this album.

And how has this album cycle been so far? You guys have been touring quite extensively, do you guys have plans to stretch this world tour even further? And what were the most memorable experiences you’ve had on the road, not just in Southeast Asia, I guess, but everywhere you’ve toured for this album?

CRAIG: Well this album has taken us all around the world, and it’s taken us to places we’ve never been before so I’d say it’s great and it’s just now [about to] turn one year old. It’s kinda crazy because it feels like it came out so long ago, I can’t believe we’re just now approaching the one year mark. So it’s been a crazy, crazy run for this record. I’m excited to see what else pops up.

KEVIN: Yeah, our very first tour on this record actually was Warped Tour, I think. That feels so long ago now. From there, we’ve done so many tours, we’ve done a hugely successful European/UK run.

CRAIG: Yeah, that was the biggest UK tour we’ve done.

KEVIN: Yeah, so we did Warped Tour, in which all the fans were like, you know, finding this band again for the very first time. And then the UK, Europe… the shows were sold out, we can’t wait to go back there. And then all the way in Southeast Asia and Australia. We hope to come back here. We just wanna keep growing our fanbase here and spread the word and spread the love.

Recently, you guys put out a cover of “Dead!” by My Chemical Romance as part of a The Black Parade tribute album. How did that cover come about? Did you guys pick the song?

CRAIG: No, they got a hold of us and said “We’re doing a My Chem tribute album, we really want you guys to be part of it, we think that you guys would absolutely kill it on ‘Dead!’” and we said okay. So we did it. And we killed it. And we play it great live and the fans love it and we love it.

What made you guys say yes to that? Why were you so up to that task?

ROBERT: Because that’s one of the best albums ever, one of my favorite bands ever, so fuck yeah!

You guys heard the other covers on that tribute album? What do you guys think about them?

CRAIG: Yeah!

KEVIN: I loooove the twentyonepilots one, “Cancer”

CRAIG: That was good, yeah

Are you guys playing it tomo-- anyway I don’t wanna know, I wanna be surprised

CRAIG: YES.

Oh shit, you spoiled the show for me!

KEVIN: I’m sure this magazine’s gonna come out after the show *laughs*

CRAIG: So if you guys are reading this interview right now in the magazine, go to Youtube, type in “Dead! In Manila Escape The Fate live” *laughs* Yes, we did play that.

KEVIN: And also… Merry Christmas, everyone! *laughs*

Thank you for the early greetings! *laughs* So. What’s next for you guys, after Southeast Asia are you guys gonna tour some more for the album?

CRAIG: Yeah, we have a US tour, then I think that’s it. That’s it for Escape The Fate *laughs*

TJ: We’re gonna tour with Nonpoint.

KEVIN: And we’ve got a radio campaign for “Breaking Me Down” along with the video release.

Any new music in the works or plans in 2017?

CRAIG: Yeah, new music always in the works. [There are] a bunch of songs that didn’t make the last album that we all still really like so we’ll put ‘em in the next album

KEVIN: There’s always that desire to continue writing. Craig and I have been working on new stuff, too.

So you guys are just constantly writing new stuff at the spur of the moment...

CRAIG: This whole last month before we came out to do this tour, Kevin and I were working on an entire other album for my group called Dead Rabbits. So we’re just constantly, constantly writing and recording and coming up with stuff. There’s actually a song on that record that’s supposed to be a heavy song for Escape The Fate that didn’t make it so we’re using it for this record. And then there’s a lot of ideas and things we’ve come up with, just in the past month there were [moments] like we’re “Dude we should do that for the next Escape record.” so it’s just yeah… constant, constant writing all the time.

What can people expect from your solo show tomorrow?

CRAIG: Craziness.

KEVIN: Craig might jump into the crowd… but maybe not.

CRAIG: I might jump on your head! *laughs*

KEVIN: Brace for impact.

CRAIG: And buckle your seatbelts.

KEVIN: If you’re lucky, Robert might play a drum solo…

CRAIG: (to KEVIN) All you have to do is wait for Robert to walk up after your guitar solo, and you walk off *laughs*

KEVIN: And then people will be chanting “drum solo! drum solo!” and he’ll refuse… for a good five minutes. And then he’ll give in. We’re gonna come out tonight actually to check out Mayday Parade. We made friends with them last night, we’ve never met ‘em before. We had a group family-style dinner

Oh so tonight will only be your first time seeing them live?

CRAIG: Yeah, I’ve never seen them before, but I’ve definitely heard one of their songs.

What do you think about the guys from Mayday Parade?

ROBERT: I love them, like, we met them last night and instantly became friends and we were drinking wine together

So there’s this Escape The Parade thing going on *laughs*

KEVIN: Yeah, dude, Robert actually coined that, he beat you to it *laughs* He said it first.

Okay *laughs* SO LASTLY, what message do you guys have for your Filipino fans?

KEVIN: I would wanna say, we so appreciate your support, we love you guys and thank you so much for supporting the band. We can’t do this without you. And please tell your friends and family about us so we can keep on coming out here make these shows bigger and bigger. PULP

Note: This exclusive interview has been published in PULP Magazine’s February 2017 issue (Issue No. 186).

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