#the dark side rots your brain btw | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kusagrasskusa · 6 months

Text

An Eye for an Eye, 'Til the World goes Blind

Chapter 4- Meething Them Part 1

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha3, Cha4, (Chapter Selections!)

Side Note, Toby is said to be 5’8 by the age of 25 and that’s gonna be the age I’m putting him at. And just for fun, Masky will be 6’ and Brain will be 6’2. Just saying, it was creepy af trying to find the actors’ heights (there’s no info for it btw) but the websites that have their info were getting too personal with it lmao

Summary- She wakes up to meet a man. Luckily she planned ahead.

I just want to be yours, loved only by you. I can’t fucking breathe when I'm around you. You can hurt me, manipulate me, fucking break me, ruin me. Just give me your heart so I never have to worry again.

The world spun all around as her eyes fluttered open to the dark space in the dimly lit room. Litten only by a small red light on the opposite wall next to a door. The smell was horrible- like the smell of a rotting body that had been there for far too long. Perhaps more than one body, too.

The air was cold and stung on her bare flesh, a familiar feeling from all those years ago. She remembers Martha locking her in the car on a cold winter day to take Mateo ice skating, and how the cold stung her like this. Martha died in jail for what she did to little Y/N by the other prisoners; mothers who would do anything to see their child or stepchild again. And these mothers didn’t like meeting a woman so cruel to her stepdaughter that she’d lock Y/N in the car on hot summer days until she couldn’t breathe anymore.

What drives a woman to do that? It’s no wonder Y/N always gets hot and nervous in a vehicle with a heavy heart each time. A fear of cars is something she may never get over.

Sometimes Y/N swore she could see her mother in this room. Sometimes, I say, as if she hadn’t been awake for only 5 minutes. Disillusioned and staring into space, flashing images of once was or can be popping in and out. Five minutes felt like forever for some reason. She was so cold in nothing but her undergarments; although the thought of where her clothes were never registered in her mind.

Chloroform doesn’t knock people out that fast unless it's laced. Whatever they used would remind her of how she felt after surgery when the anesthesia was wearing off. When she had surgery after trying to cut her arm off and nearly dying. Why did she do that again?

“Good morning, woo,” a masculine voice called out, followed by a random noise. A tic.

When did the large shadowed man lean in front of her? The room was too dark to see his face, but she could see his silhouette from the light shining behind him.

“Good morning,” her weak sound whispered back. “Where am I?”

“Somewhere nice, little Y/N, woo,” his voice ticed once more, “a nice little place of business. And me and you are gonna talk.”

“Oh, I’m not in the force yet,” Y/N smiled softly, cocking her head at the man as he chuckled. “You’ll have to talk with my brother about police business.”

“No silly, not about that. No… We have something more personal to talk about later,” he said kindly. “For now, I just wanna look at your beautiful face. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping.”

“Hehe, how sweet,” she softly replied, not registering what he even said in her mind. She heard him say something else- although, her tiredness made it hard to pay attention and keep her eyes open.

“Not a thought going through your head- woo- then, and not a single damn thought now. That’s okay. Enjoy your high while you can, pretty girl.”

By the time her eyes looked back up at the man, he was gone. But she didn’t feel his presence leave.

The back of her mind began to finally recognize the world around her. That she had slept enough for the day, that she wasn’t in her bed, and that she was hungry. Her mind trailed back to the thought of kissing her date the previous night, forcing a weak smile on her tired face as her head tilted to the side of the table she was lying on.

“Mmm,” she silently whimpered as her eyes registered the giant light looming above her, too bright to handle in a drugged state. Slowly observing the dark room, her mind was finally putting the pieces together of what was happening. What was happening…

“What the fuck…” Y/N grumbled as she lifted her head from the table, before halting when her shoulder muscles couldn’t move her forward. On top of that, she was barely clothed. Her breathing quickened alongside the beating of her heart as she looked around the dark room, slowly recalling the previous night’s events. Tim was taking her home, and then… then these two people came in, but one of them had Tim’s hair and build so-

“Tim! Tim you fucking asshole, where are you!” She screamed out, adrenaline filling her veins as she pulled against what was holding down her limbs. Ropes tied against her wrists made her wince in pain as she pulled; her arms were held above her head and tied against the legs of the table. Her legs were in the same state, tied against the table legs.

Her muscles fucking ached in pain after constant minutes of pulling and tugging at the ropes combined with heavy breathing. It just hurt so much more on the inside too because she was really starting to like that guy. The feelings of fear, betrayal, and rage burning into her skin more than the tightening ropes didn’t even hurt as much as the thought of what her brother must be thinking.

She was feeling far too mature to tell her brother where she was going to be. Fucking idiot mistake.

Y/N firmly placed her head against the table, overcome by the feeling of helplessness. She didn’t even notice the tears rolling down her face until now. Nor the light sweat that built up from when she was struggling, combined with the humidity of the room. Wasn’t she cold earlier? Why does she recall a different room? And why did she recall the voice that said-

-“woo, the first ten minutes are always my favorite. You see all five stages of grief in one sitting, hah hah.”

Her head turned to where she heard the voice, although her vision was too blurry to see the face of the man who just walked out of the shadows as if it were a 1940s horror film. “You,” she whispered, blinking away the tears the best she could, “who are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking the questions first?” He replied smugly as he walked over to the table, leaning over her. He brought his head uncomfortably close to her face, narrowing his eyes as he took in her look of pure horror.

He looked young, perhaps in his early 20s. Large orange goggles around his eyes and a mask pulled down to his chin, revealing his cocky grin and a giant hole on his cheek. Her eyes quickly went to stare at his teeth and flesh from the hole, making her shiver and grow uncomfortable. It reminded her of the uncomfortability of being nearly naked. Did he take off her clothes?

“That’s what I thought. Now, we got some things to talk about, pretty girl,” he chuckled maliciously as he brought a hand to her face, caressing her cheek and watching as she contemplated what to do. He knew what she was thinking: should I pull away from his hand, or will he get mad? What if he hurts me? Oh, but I just don’t wanna be touched by this scary man, but what could I do when I’m so helpless?

It made his grin grow wider as he pulled away, reaching for his pocket and pulling out her wallet. She gasped as she noticed it. “Why do you have that?”

“Well, woo, if you wait a minute, I’m about to get to that.” His hand twitched as he unzipped her wallet and looked through the many cards and hundreds of dollar bills she had stashed in there. “Are you Mr Ismael Ramirez? Or a Mrs. Jamie Burningham? Oh, or a lovely Danielle Iowa? Because, sweetie, you don’t look like any of these people.”

Y/N’s heart fucking dropped. She quietly gulped, feeling her palms get sweaty and the room seemed to be a little warmer. “I… I don’t-“

“Yeah, didn’t think so. And I don’t think they could’ve given you their cards after they died either, huh? I know that Danielle almost escaped me, but I think a hatchet in the heart then proceeding to rip her open a little more should keep her too dead to pay you, right?”

Danielle Iowa was the daughter of the family she saw two nights ago when her brother called her in for help. She was in her room on her back, bruises on her arms and a giant open hole in her chest.

Y/N’s eyes widened as stuttering out slowly, “You killed them?” Her body started to shake, her chest heaving as her mind wandered to what he could do to her if he had the stomach to do other awful things to people.

“Oh, come on now, don’t look so scared!” the man laughed with a hint of annoyance, “you’re no fucking better! You also have exactly $853 in here, exactly as much as- woo- she had in her little jar in the room. How are you any better than a killer if you’re gonna steal money from the dead right next to their bleeding fucking corpses?”

Sins in the form of goosebumps trailed up her skin all over, her head turning away from him as an escape from the situation. She felt embarrassed, weak, and most of all, guilty. Fucking guilty.

“Yeah, and that’s the first time you’re facing it, huh? Didn’t feel so bad earlier, right, when you went out and bought that coffee? Or when you went- woo- out shopping the night before? Why does it feel so dirty now, Y/N?” The man laughed, setting his knee on the table to lift himself up and set his arms on either side of her. He looked down at her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look back at him from above.

“But hey, ‘ion gotta kill ya for your sins. I ain’t the devil or God. But I will make you work for your freedom.”

His neck snapped as he smiled down at her, ticking once more. Naturally, him being on top of her while she was barely clothed made her worry about what he could mean- what he was going to do to her. Rape her? Torture her like this was a Saw movie? Sell her into slavery?

“I-Is that so,” she said in a low voice, a shaky breath following.

He hummed in response, chuckling to himself. “If you wanna live and keep all your dirty money, well, I recommend you give me what info you got about the police force. Otherwise,” he paused as his neck snapped following a tic. A sudden cold metal pressed against her bare stomach, making her shudder. “I can cut you open for Mateo to see, pretty lady. And that cute little look of fear on your face would look so fucking ugly when it gets skinned off, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N agreed, nodding her head with a quivering lip. “Or-”

“Or?” The man widened his eyes with mild shock, cocking his head as he placed the hatchet a little more firmly against her stomach, causing Y/N to suck in a little.

“Or, you let me willfully help you with all the data I can provide, and then some, in return for help,” she said softly, a small smile appearing on her face as if her fear had just vanished.

“Woah, woo,” he chuckled, his grin growing large on his face as he pulled away. He pressed his hatchet even harder against her skin, causing her breath to hitch. “I have never seen that before. I’mma have to let the other guys know about this, hah hah.”

He got off of her and stepped back down onto the floor, sticking his hatchet back into his little holder.

“Wait, so, what’s this “and then some” thing supposed to mean? And what makes ya think that whatever you can provide is worthy of not just your life, but also something more in return?” he asked rather threateningly as if he was annoyed. No, pissed off.

“You know, I’m not just some dirty detective or thief,” Y/N replied cautiously, furrowing her eyebrows. “You think I didn’t notice all the girls looked like me? You think I didn’t notice I could be next? What if I took extra steps in case something were to happen to me?”

“Attitude out of nowhere like ya have any power over the situation,” he replied aggressively, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t like it when things don’t go his way. He swiftly grabbed his hatchet back out and set it on her stomach, before crouching down and reaching for the ropes tying one of her hands down. Anxiety pulsed through her veins but… she knew what she was doing.

The rope burns hurt her wrists as it got free, her hand feeling better from the return of circulation. The man placed her arm down the table forcefully, holding it down as he grabbed his hatchet again, placing the blade on her fingers. Instinctively, she gasped and tensed.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” he said before ticcing, “you’re gonna give me a good counterdeal that’s just so much better than mine. And if you don’t, I’m cutting these off one by one. Got it? Or do you wanna just take my deal instead?”

Y/N quivered, narrowing her eyes at him before taking a deep breath. “Okay, listen… I could do two things. I won’t ever give you the police info if all I get is life and dirty money, and whatever happens to my brother. So you’d have to kill me and be left struggling to get the info yourself. And, let me promise you, it’s not easy.”

She took a quivering breath as the weight of the man’s eyes caused more anxiety to trail through her.

“However, I could also help you. Not just info given to you, but I can also lead the investigation in ways that would keep you and whoever you’re working with safe. I know the ins and outs of everything that goes on there, and I’ve tampered with info before on cases. That’s how I get away with stealing,” she says hesitantly, guilt in her words.

“I could give you info computer bases don’t have, I can steal, I can lie, and I’m very good at staying hidden. I know this might not seem like a lot, especially given that I don’t know your plan, but I can tell these aren’t your first murders or kidnappings. Surely having someone who can log into police bases across this country could be helpful to you, right?”

The man raised a brow, cracking his neck before huffing, “Yeah, yeah, so you can make things easier for me, I expected that. Coulda summed that up quickly, y’know. Now tell me what you wanted in return.” He tapped his hatchet against her fingers impatiently.

“I want to come with you guys,” she breathed out quickly, a look of desperation on her face. “I know you and whoever you work with have been across the country, possibly the world, and committed similar crimes. I’ve studied family murders that looked just like the ones here from other states- and I admire it! I would do anything to be a part of what you guys do.”

She bit her lip in embarrassment, realizing how stupid she must sound right now. The silence that followed made her recap how she was tied up, nearly naked, with a serial killer threatening to cut off her fingers after threatening her with death. She then boldly decided to reject his offer and made her own, and now just asked to be a part of a killer group as if she was trying to join a Fanclub.

“Interesting,” the man slowly replied awkwardly, squinting his eyes and cocking his head at her. “You’re weird.” His hatchet began to pierce the skin of her fingers, making her gasp and lift her head from the table defensively.

“Fuck, if you do that, you’re gonna fucking regret it!” she yelled out, her hand shaking. The man chuckled, pausing as her fingers began to bleed.

“How come?” he asked amusingly.

“Tim has a tracker in his truck, connected with a camera and audio. It picked up anything that happened around it- and the data will be sent to my brother unless I stop the message in time.” Sweat built up on her forehead from the extreme nervousness she felt. But damn, her reasoning worked.

“Ugh, you fucking would make this difficult,” he huffed, sticking his hatchet back in his holder. He ticked, pulling his mask back up to his face before leaning into hers, caressing her cheek, and whispering, “You’re pretty, but you’re nothing special. I’ve seen plenty like you before, so don’t think- woo- you got your way yet.”

With that, he ripped his hand away from her face and grabbed her arm to tie her wrist back to where it was. A long, deep sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, placing her head back against the table. He mumbled things under his breath as he finished up, walking out of the room. The noise she heard indicated that he opened a door and walked out- leaving her alone in the room.

What a fucking experience.

--------

Hey guys! Just btw, if you aren't satisfied with this chapter or wish it could have been a little different, feel free to let me know! I'm contemplating rewriting it since I'm not totally satisfied by it- but, if you guys feel it's good enough, I don't wanna waste time rewriting a whole new chapter that most people aren't going to reread.

...but! If you feel like I could touch up on this rather than rewriting the whole thing, do let me know as well. I just really need feedback 🤣

44 notes · View notes

jinxthighz · 2 years

Note

I don’t know if you were planning on doing a second part to ‘Save Me’ but please do😩. I’m going absolutely mental I love it sm.

Btw if completely fine if you don’t want to, just wanted to show sum love lol

I’m doing it! And thank you so much! I’m happy you’re enjoying it.

First chapter here:

Save Me Pt.2

When you woke up everything was blurry. Your body ached and your head throbbed painfully. Groaning, you sat up. It was dark, lit up by candles and glow in the dark paint. A girl hunched over a desk, bright sparks flying from both sides.

You didn’t make a sound. Afraid of how she would react. You silently look over your body, bandages layering almost every inch of your skin. You notice little neon doodles on the bandages, overlapping to your skin. You were covered by a short sweater, and nothing else, you internally blush at the though of being stripped naked. But quickly let it go. You clear your throat, but judging by the girls reaction or rather lack there of, she didn’t quite hear you.

“E-Excuse me?” The girl immediately straightens her back, turning to you with a bright smile. Goggles covered her eyes, strands of blue hair whisking back and forth elegantly as she swayed in her chair.

“Hiya!” The girl waved at you, taking her goggles off and chucking them on her desk as she stood. Walking to you, her hair swayed. It was almost hypnotic in a way. Her hair moved so fluidly, like water on still sand. The closer she came, the more your anxiety increased.

She stopped in front of you, bending over to meet your unfocused gaze. You immediately recognized her as the pretty girl that watched you die. Or, not die? Your head is still a bit fuzzy.

“You’re a really heavy sleeper. You know that?” You blinked yourself back into reality. The way she speaks to you so casually was throwing you off a bit.

“I am?” She hums in response, nodding her head. Her eyes going over the bandages she had recently laid.

Gods her eyes are gorgeous.

“Did you do this?” You pointed at your bandages.

“Yep.”

“Thank you.”

You both sat in silence for a while. Analyzing each other’s features. You were so enamored by her that when she brought her hand to your face you visibly flinched away. This didn’t seem to stop her as she just folded her fingers through your hair, moving the strands away from your face.

What is she thinking about?

“Who left you?” You didn’t know how to respond. She spoke to you like you were a wounded animal. As if you were cringing away in fear and she had to softly coerce you out. You silently went through your memories. Your heart ached, pierced through with a needle of contempt. Would it be a risk to not tell her? Even though you probably couldn’t speak of it again. Your gut twisted, telling you say everything you went through. Even though she was a stranger. You couldn’t help it. You felt uneasy, but couldn’t risk it.

“Someone I thought I could trust. But I was wrong.” Your eyes shifted to the floor, defensively unable to look her in the eye. Your hair reverting back to its natural state, falling and covering your face again. She tilted her head, trying to meet your eyes under all of that hair.

“Someone left me too.” You looked up, hair parting slightly.

“Is that why you helped me?” She didn’t answer right away. It seems like she was trying to figure out why herself.

“Maybe…” Oh. She was getting close now. You moved your face to the side, flustered. She straightened herself, holding out a hand. You looked at her hand, then looked at her. You took it.

“It doesn’t matter now. What’s your name?” She had on her smile, which always seemed to throw you off.

“Y/n.”

“Cool. I’m Jinx.” She pulled you harshly, seemingly forgetting you’re wounded, to a desk. She sat you down in her chair and perched herself up on her desk. You swallow down a groan with every movement, your legs unprepared.

“I need for you to get better soon, okay?” You look at her, an eyebrow raised.

“Um. Why?” It’s not a weird thing to say, sure. But you barely know each other. And her choice of words confused you. She needs for you to get better. But why? She leans forward, her face twisted in a smirk. You couldn’t even lean back, her breath fanning your face as her hand rested on the back of the chair.

“It’s no fun telling you now.” She just loves getting close and personal doesn’t she. She uses her other hand to twist your hair around her finger. She tilts her head, a brow going up to continue to fluster you.

She giggles, “you’re doing great, toots.”

#arcane #arcane league of legends #jinx lol #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #jinx brain rot lol #imagines #fanfic

132 notes · View notes

xo-cuteplosion-xo · 2 years

Text

~An Eternal Twilight~

Welp, woke up and chose violence today.

Haven't written anything like this in a while, so do pardon me if there’s ooc/it reads awkwardly.

Prince Kaeya brainrot made me write this BTW, feel free to spam my inbox with brain rots, anything Genshin at this point.

Kaeya x Reader

Synopsis (something new I’m adding to the before of a fic):

Kaeya had always loved them, even if they were not originally his. Words make for easy manipulation, twisting the views of the world with a little truth, followed by some lies or extended truths. Diluc had warned you, but it appears he failed to save you from the man he once called brother.

Warnings:

Angst, Manipulation, possessive wording, Traitor/Prince Kaeya, Suggestive themes (not full-blown smut, but it’s a bit- yeah). Unhealthy relationship.

Characters present: Kaeya & Diluc

Twilight came both after and before the Dawn, both had their own beauty but their own ill-favored traits. Dawn was warm, cool to the touch, but it could burn and set an end to what had been sweet. Twilight was cool and refreshing, but it came before the change, before darkness envelopes, or before light flashes everything in purity. Neither was perfect, but one would always be less welcome than the other.

Kaeya ran his hand down your arm, fingers leaving behind ghosts of his touch. Diluc’s eyes narrowed at the man whose smirk was worn with a pride unbeatable by another. You shied from the touch, uncomfortable, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. You never minded the physical intimacy unless it got too intimate, like a lover's intimacy instead of a friend's intimate worry. Kaeya knew where he stood with you, but he never bothered to respect the physical discomfort you showed. He was the only one, besides your loving mister, who noticed the hesitant look and tight breaths. To be honest, he loved that expression, eyes darting to your arm, swallowing hard as you flicked your gaze to Diluc with a hesitant smile.

You were always so adorable in his eyes, smaller than he in power, strength… intelligence. You were so naive, and if you were observant, you were more than naive, perhaps an idiot, ignoring the signs, ignoring how he would turn to you with malice and lust hidden behind his carefree expression and gentlemen's waves and winks. He twisted you in the presence of his so-called brother… all on purpose.

He put you in danger, only to listen to your struggle against treasure hoarders, and abyss mages. He even went as far as an abyss herald once or twice. Each time you had called for Diluc, each time that red-head never showed, instead he held you close until you were safe and collected, even as red splattered around and your eyes shook from the traumatic plays. He hated that name on your lips, did what he could to make you think of the twilight that gave way to darkness, then the dawn that separated the light from the shadows of twilight’s darkness. When you called for him, hands reaching out as you stumbled and tripped, he came to your aid. He would laugh inside with the victory, slowly watching dawn set within your eyes and give way for him, for twilight’s cooling embrace.

How you never suspected him became an unheard question within his mind, how was he to care when you had begun to depend on him? Your time spent asking him to tag along on a commission that seemed too much for you. It was he who held you when you were injured, not Diluc. He who stayed by your side and slowly began to unravel the details he wanted you to know about his past. He started small, without revealing what or who he was. He showed you the scars on his body, telling you each story but skipping those gifted by Diluc.

He waited to tell you about that night until you asked, slipping vulnerability into his single exposed eye until he was sure you were twisting with tenderness within. He made you promise not to think of Diluc differently, knowing how you would look at him with confusion.

Just like that, he was able to slip more and more truths and lies into your heart, playing the cards he was dealt from birth. He began to note with cocky smiles how you welcomed his little touches on your arm, how you began leaning towards him.

A month of slipping from dawn into twilight, before you were engulfed by the beauty, unaware of the darker sides of the cool embrace. “Diluc… I think we should part ways.” Kaeya’s ears perked from the corner of the bar, a twisted gleam swallowing his eye as he listened.

“What? You can’t be serious dear. I have done nothing but give you all of the time I have and the affection I had? We were doing so well. What happened?” Kaeya thought for a moment you were going to shake your head and apologize, and realize that you belonged in the dawn where you could climb back to the light, where you had rested before.

“I just don’t think you’re who I'm looking for… I don’t want somebody I have to be afraid of messing something up with.” Kaeya smirked, sipping on his wine as you glanced from Diluc to the wall.

“Where did you...” His eyes fell closed as he turned around. Kaeya raised a brow as the bottle Diluc had been holding was set back in the cabinet. The drink he had been preparing sitting unfinished as he kept his back turned to you.

“You can only trust half of what Kaeya says at best, typically far less. If this is because he’s played the woe me card, from four years back, then so be it… I tried, when he stabs you in the back, don't run back… Kaeya is a lying, manipulative, spoiled child.”

The bar emptied, but Kaeya had stayed sitting in that dark corner with his legs crossed. He welcomed the hand that grabbed his collar and throat with eyes of fire. Dawn held its grip on twilight, the heat of the day meeting the cold of night, steam moving from the skin-on-skin contact. “That’s going to leave quite a hand print.” Kaeya smirked as his throat was released and his tinged collar stopped smoking. He pinched the blackened fabric in his fingers. “Shame, this was a new shirt too. They gifted this one to me.” Diluc turned back around, slamming a fist into his cheek.

He went running to you with the bruises forming, letting you take care of him, welled in your heart another nail to drive any second thoughts of Diluc away.

The more he and you were together, the more light left your eyes, and the more horror and dependence welled in your body. He broke you with the story of his home, his original home. You wouldn’t let go of him, lending kisses on his eyelid, the one he kept hidden from anybody else. He smiled, rubbing circles on your back.

He sat with his legs crossed over a throne, those days seemed so long ago. The only part to remind him of that time lay within the blush that coated your face as he kept you close. Your legs straddled around his waist as his hands wandered your hips, gripping and pressing to elicit reactions. His lips pulled from yours in a string of saliva. God knew how long he’d waited to feel this with you. He’d waited until he was on his birthright, waited till you had nobody but him. He could be possessive and call it protective: and claim he was afraid to lose you; like he lost everybody who led him to take this path. He dove into your neck, lips sucking the skin as your lips parted in a mewl, and his tongue darted around the sensitive spot before nipping at the skin. He trailed his lips down, his left hand moving from your hip to your waist and up your abdomen to your chest. He pressed his hand against the skin, his cooling touch sending shivers down your spine as he smirked against your shoulder and rutted his hips forward enough to simulate the area between your legs. He left you whimpering and drooling, begging for his touch, begging for him. He relished in your voice, addicted to the very idea of you.

#kaeya #suggestive content #15+ please #prince kaeya #kaeya x reader #abyss kaeya #yandere themes posably #prince kaeya x reader #genshin #genshin fluff #completely gender neutral #kaeya alberich x reader #minor diluc x reader #diluc x reader #manipulation #pay head to content warnings #and the synopsis #genshin x reader #genshin impact

89 notes · View notes

yourmypenguin · 3 years

Note

Hmm, yes I know that you have Marvel Au (which I just adore, and waiting for more content about it btw), but I'm still interested in your thoughts on "if the Sides had superpowers, which ones?"

(looll don't you know marvel au is just another one of my swing at crackhead brain rot content that i would forget about sometimes but thank you for enjoying that shit xD)

damn this is an interesting one. i'm not one with big brain to think of cool superpowers and everytime i hear sander sides and superpowers side by side i just automatically think of elena's Powerless fic but okay let me just try taking a stab here:

Logan - mind power, telekinesis and or some kind of analysis abilities or if we're feeling fun, explosive-type power that is triggered by his angry outbursts

Patton - empathy sounds so delicious, don't you just love it when you can either put joy into people's brains or make them feel extreme agony and misery at the same time, let him be freakishly strong, he can wrap you into warm hugs and snap your neck in an instant!!!

Roman - extravagant powers like flight or something creativity related like he can create a bunch of objects from this reddish glowy power from his palms

Virgil - either the classic power of darkness (light manipulation) or ability to create hallucination of people's worst fear or what if he's possessed by an ancient demon and now they work together to eat up the souls of his enemies

Janus - classic shapeshifting or just call him Snake-catcher 2 and he just constantly push away the thoughts of recreating Snakes on a Plane. Jay can be suited for mind powers like Patton too

Remus - I'm thinking either Ben Hargreves kind of monster body or he has a similar ability to Roman's creation power but he can actually make animated shits like a horrifying army of little creepy toys

that's just my take, do sprinkle on some fun other ideas if you have some, i just love super power tropes a lot x

#answers #headcanon go bang

76 notes · View notes

americxn · 3 years

Text

Run - part 2

warnings: violence word count: 2300 a/n: as requested. btw you’re all so sweet, can you hear me crying??

Kai’s grip around the back of your neck was unforgiving as he hauled you out of the car, the grit of his driveway biting into your knees as you lost your footing and fell. Hissing in discomfort, you let him pull you up, both of you wordless as you let yourself be dragged up the front steps of Kai’s house. The door was kicked open by Kai and you were shoved over the threshold, somehow managing to stay upright. You could make out quiet voices in the living room to your right, voices that fell silent as Kai slammed you to the hard wooden floor, landing a harsh kick to your ribs that left you gasping on the ground. And then you were being dragged again, Kai’s grip unrelenting as it tangled in your hair once more and you were pulled into the living room. When he let go, helping you to the floor with a shove, you were able to lift your head, meeting the cold stares of the cult members as they leered down at you, all of their faces painted with distaste. Your hands began to shake, knowing full well that the jealously and anger of the other members might well be allowed to turn physical at Kai’s order. Kai seemed to realise this too and he smirked, stepping forwards so that his scuffed shoes were mere inches away from your face. You didn’t dare move, your laboured breathing filling the silence of the room. “Let me have a turn, Divine Ruler.” One of the men to Kai’s right spoke gruffly. It was silent for a moment before the sound of skin on skin impact thudded through the room. You grimaced, looking up slowly to see the member on the floor, cradling the side of his face and Kai sneering down at him, shaking out him knuckles. “None of you get to touch her.” He hissed. “I just want you to get a good look at her and keep it in mind to compare how she looks in a few days time. To remind you,” your shoulders shook violently as he raised his voice, “what happens when you scheme against me.” Footsteps sounded down the hall at the commotion, Beverly appearing moments later in the doorway. Her eyes landed on your cowering figure on the floor, filling with desolation before quickly becoming vacant. Her face went slack, her expression becoming as uncaring as the men crowded around you. You knew she had to be careful to mask her emotions, otherwise she risked revealing that she had been the one to warn you of Kai’s pursuit of you. But the possibility that she hated you as much as everyone else in the room still stung as it cut deep. You watched in silence as Beverly’s eyes drifted across the space, slightly to the left as you followed her gaze, every thought eddying from your pain-clouded mind as your stare settled on one of the cult members. Liam. Satisfaction filled your head as you regarded him coldly, glad to find that he looked just as terrified as you felt. A little smile formed on your lips. And then your body snapped into motion, moving before you had a chance to process your thoughts. You were on your feet in less than a second and upon the boy in two, the crowd parting with a cacophony as gasps as you lunged at the boy, knocking him to the floor and clawing his face, leaving deep marks in his skin with your nails. Blood spilled instantly, dripping down his pale face in stark contrast. The others scattered and started shouting but none of the moved, too scared to interfere as you yelled in Liam’s face, managing to land a few hard punches on his face. “You lying prick,” you screamed at him as his arms rose in a weak attempt to protect himself. You felt a strong pair of arms loop around your waist and you were pulled off Liam. To your utmost gratification, his face was bloody. You bucked in Kai’s grip as he pulled you away from the trembling boy who was being helped to his feet by two other members. “Let go of me.” You snarled at Kai, fighting to turn around in his arms, wanting to hurt him too. To hurt everyone in this room. “He lied!” You declared, trying to dig your feet into the smooth wood floor as you were hauled out of the room, Kai struggling to lift you up and flip you over his shoulder as you screamed insults at him, clawing at his back as he walked the both of you up the stairs. Your fists bashed against his back in desperation, but to no avail. Kai kicked the door to his bedroom open before throwing you down on the bed, leaping upon you immediately. You were once again pinned beneath his considerable weight and he snarled at you to “stop fucking moving” as you writhed on the bed beneath him, your brain screaming at you to throw him off and go after Liam again, the boy who had lied at your expense and had gotten away with it. To spill more of his blood. “Y/N, STOP.” You stilled your movements, pulling feebly at your arms as they were pinned above your head. “He lied, Kai.” You insisted, voice trembling in rage and fear. His face was cold above yours but you caught the glimpse of uncertainty that flashed in his eyes. “Why the fuck would I want to kill you? Why would I want to lead the cult? I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that and I know that you realise too, please, Kai,” you rambled on, “Liam came to me last week asking me to help him get out of the cult and I didn’t want him dead so tried to help him excuse himself from the meetings, Kai, you know I would never hurt you, I-” “Stop,” he cut you off grimly as your eyes filled and overflowed with hot tears that stung as they worked their way down your face. “You have to believe me. Please.” The last word was carried on a sob. “I said stop.” He repeated, firmly. You fell silent, chest heaving with the force of your weeping that you didn’t try to conceal. “You’re telling me that he lied?” He spoke with a calmness that rallied the anger within you. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.” You snapped at him, shrinking back into the bed at the warning that flashed in his gaze as he considered your words. “I’ve been with you for years, Kai. Years. He’s been here for a matter of weeks.” You tried to reason with him, your sobs quieting as you watched his gaze soften more and more with each word. “And he never would of accepted your offer if you hadn’t have promised him a place to stay. You know this, please, Kai.” Kai studied your tear and blood streaked face carefully and your chest swelled hopefully as his hand drifted to your cheek, caressing the side of your face softly. But then his grip tightened on your face, his hand clenching onto your jaw painfully and you winced as he jerked you head back, exposing your bare throat to him. “If you’re innocent, then why did you run?” And with that he dragged you up, moving off you so that he could tug you by your face off the bed. “No!” You screeched. “No, KAI, PLEASE.” He lugged you across the room, to his closet, pulling open the door to the small space and slapping you hard enough to see stars before shoving you in. You let out an ungodly squeal as he slammed the closet door shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place a condemnation that summoned the most primal part of you. You kicked at the door, slamming your fists against it repeatedly and pleading to Kai as he walked away, the sound of his bedroom door closing sending you into a panicked frenzy. Your fingertips bleated in pain as you tore at the door, fists throbbing as they were pummeled against the hard surface repeatedly. But it was pointless, Kai was long gone. You sat back, heaving down air as you tried to calm yourself. “Please don’t leave me in here.” You whimpered into the unappeasable darkness. What if he just didn’t come back? What if he had decided that he didn’t need you around anymore and just left you to rot. The dark enclosed space was illuminated by the borders of light around the doorway and you lifted your shaking hands into the dim light, frowning as you saw that your knuckles were bloody and swollen. Helplessness like you had never known it settled over you and your body shook violently as the events of the past two hours finally caught up to you. The sound of your cries were smothered by the darkness of the closet as you curled your knees to your body and sobbed luxuriously into your hands. ____________________________✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*_________________________________

Kai returned later that day, the light stinging your eyes as he opened the door and stared down at you blankly. You reluctantly met his gaze, your eyes puffy and face blotchy, unsure of how long you had been locked in the dark. Your gaze flicked down to his hand, seeing that he was holding a sandwich, which he presented to you, holding it out and watching you carefully as you extended an aching arm to take the plate from him. “No.” He said quietly, moving the plate out of your reach before taking the sandwich and chucking it onto your lap. You scowled as the contents spilled out of the bread, smearing onto your pants. “I don’t trust you with the plate.” He explained quietly, tearing his gaze from you as he closed the door again in your face. “You’ll probably break into pieces and use it to cut your own throat or some shit.” He muttered, his voice muffled through the door. You took a steadying breath as the darkness closed in around you once more. “Wai-wait.” You called after him as you heard his footsteps heading towards his bedroom door. Your voice was raw but he heard you, his foot falls halting. “Can I please have a glass a water?” Kai was silent as he considered your question. But then he walked the last few steps to his door. “Maybe tomorrow.” His words were cold, the sound of his bedroom door closing condemned you to silence once more. ____________________________✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*_________________________________ Kai left you in his tiny closet space for days, only letting you see light when he came to bring you scraps of food, barely enough to keep your stomach’s incessant rumbling at bay. Your tailbone burned throughout it all, forcing you to shift your position every ten minutes, making sleep almost impossible. Any sense of time had long since evaded you and you were forced to sit in your own blood, piss and tears for god knows how long before Kai finally unlocked the door, holding a hand out to you silently and helping you to your feet. You looked at him, eyes dull as you held you upright, scanning your body and grimacing at the smell of you. You swallowed, apprehension building in your gut as you anticipated his next move. His gaze softened. “It’s over now.” He assured you softly, bringing your head to his chest and embracing you tightly. You didn’t return his hug, fresh tears squeezing their way out of your eyes, wetting the front of his shirt as he held your head to him. Pulling back, he eyed you in concern as you stood motionless before him. You met his gaze. Was that...guilt? Frowning, you struggled to discern the emotions displayed on his face before you scooped you into his arms, pressing a careful kiss to your temple. You didn’t have the energy to protest as he carried you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter beside the sink and tugging off your pants and shirt. Exhaustion clouded your consciousness and you let Kai take control, allowing him to lift you down from the counter and leading you to his shower. He helped you wash, scrubbing the piss from between your legs and the blood from your hair. Kai apologised to you before peeling off your underwear and you cringed as you became completely exposed to him, but he consoled you softly as your face flushed and you began to protest weakly. Eventually you gave yourself over to him, the need for sleep weighing down on your body. After he had washed every inch of you, you let him lead you out of the shower and wrap you in a warm towel, taking your hand to bring you to his bed. You fell asleep as Kai took up a hairbrush in his hand and struggled to work it through your knotted hair, letting you fall forwards onto the bed and making sure you were completely dry before folding the covers over you and leaving the room, allowing you to sleep deeply. You were woken up several hours later by Kai who helped to sit you up and presented you with a large glass of water, not leaving your side until you had drained the entirety of the glass. “I’m fine.” You said to him sharply as he mother-henned over you, hurrying to his dresser and finding a warm shirt for you wear as you sat yourself up, using his duvet to cover your exposed chest. But Kai really didn’t seem interested in your body as he passed you the shirt and let you pull it on yourself. You ignored him completely, scowling at the floor as you got dressed. “I meant what I said to you in the car.” He said quietly after several beats of silence as you pushed yourself to your unsteady feet. He took a glance at you as you had to take a moment to steady yourself on your feet. You knew what he meant, the accidental declaration that he had made. “Why the fuck would I kill someone I love?” The memory of this brought a glower to your face and you brushed past him as you exited the room. Without so much as turning to address him directly you bit out, “yeh? It’s going to take a hell of a lot to prove it to me, Kai.” He turned to follow you, a reply forming on his lips. But it was your turn to close the door in his face, your turn to cut off his words as you took the stairs the kitchen, a single clear thought occupying your head: Liam.

#american horror story #ahs #ahs cult #kai anderson #love #confession #reader #kai x reader #beverly hope #part 2

207 notes · View notes

ineffablesnakegender · 2 years

Note

please show me the fanfiction when it is done >:3 I will watch you write Things with great interest

Here’s the first chapter my good lad

No tws for this chapter I don’t think unless you count missing body parts being briefly mentioned but it’s not anything triggering it’s just apart of the characters other than that I’m very aware that this fic is self indulgent and cringy but it makes the little things in my head go :D light/constructive criticism is appreciated and encouraged but remember I did this for fun and because I just like this little guy so much. If you want to be tagged for the next chapter just ask

This story is basically about Izzy Hands (ofmd) returning home to a made up village called Mercy where he goes to a home/school for kids and sometimes adults so no I didn’t do any research on this it’s just a made up story (I’m trying so hard to drill this in because I’m so scared of the historians trying to fight me) Izzy learns to trust, love and enjoy life and slowly leave behind his past without judgment from anyone after all they call this village Mercy for a reason.

So enough of me you’re here for the story btw if you have name suggestions I’m happy to hear them because my brain doesn’t want to work

Chapter: 1

Izzy rowed until his arms gave out and then some but still he had no idea where he was going ‘ Stede Bonnet’ he thought sourly ‘bested ME in battle?!’ he sulked and sulked over the thought until he couldn't remember why he was mad at all and then he remembered and he sulked some more. Night fell over the sea and as Izzy watched the sunset he remembered how he used to stay up with his parents until the stars were out and how his quaint seaside village had looked the day he left it in search of adventure and it hit him like a petrified orange. ‘Well there's nowhere else to go’ he said to himself as he sat up and grabbed the paddles and he mentally calculated where he was and set off to that familiar little village of his childhood.

Morning came and went in the small village of Mercy and sewing class was well on its way when Katherine heard one of the kids talking about a boat outside and as she looked out the door sure enough there was a small boat that looked as though it had been kicked in the side on account of the leather shoe stuck inside it. “Alright kids everyone stay put i've got to take a look at something.” Katherine said loudly over the mass of kids who were attempting to make blankets, the kids' voices faded away as Katherine made her way to the boat. It was beat up and old and smelled of something rotting. Katherine inspected the poor thing with an air of softness quickly cut through as a man shaped shadow fell over her. “What are ya doing to my boat?” a rough voice asked tiredly as Katherine jumped up and turned to meet the man behind her. He donned a small beard and had short dark hair that was a mess above his head. He wore full leather and carried a sword, knife, and gun strapped to him securely. He wasn't tall but also wasn't short and had an aura of tiredness. “Sorry sir. It's just the kids were whispering about it and I figured I should probably check it out.” Katherine stepped away from the boat and offered an apologetic smile to the stranger who forced one back and broke his boot out of the side of the boat with a heavy stick. “Why not just use your knife?” she asked when he sat down to pull his boot back on, he looked to his hip where he was carrying the knife and slumped down with a sigh. “You're gonna think I'm mental but I forgot I had that damn thing.” he rubbed his head and got up and Katherine couldn't help but notice the look of defeat that washed over his face. “Why don't you come inside and rest for a while Mr um..” she trailed off “Izzy” the man- Izzy said as he took Katherines outstretched hand. “Well Izzy I’m Katherine.” she said and they began to walk back to the building “and this is Mercy’s home for kids although it's not only kids nowadays.” Izzy got this strange look on his face like he knew this place and let himself be led inside.

It was surreal to Izzy to be back in the place he called home so long ago but still here he was in the same home he had been in after his parent’s death and it was decorated differently and the rooms were all jumbled up but still it was the same. The same smell of sand and sea, the same laughter and cries of children, and the same sign out front that read “Mercy’s home for kids and others” although the ‘and others’ was newly scribbled in but still it was the same after all this time and Izzy didn't care that he was falling asleep around strangers or that he still had his sword strapped to his hip as he slowly shut his eyes. Izzy woke up the next morning with his sword, knife, and gun safely tucked away in the drawer beside him and he couldn't find it in himself to be angry that someone had touched his stuff there was a shirt and pants set on top of the small drawer that were embroidered with crude flowers and animals and Izzy didn't put up a fuss because he remembered his first sewing job here at the home and it wasn't nearly as good as this besides he was all out of fight so he changed his clothes and picked up his sword and its hoister strapping it around his waist leaving his knife and gun. He spotted Katherine among the crowd of kids and few adults that sat in the dining hall for lunch, it was a medium sized room that Izzy remembered as the sparring room but now had two tables a large one where the kids sat and a smaller one for the adults, she was sat at the kids table helping the smaller ones eat and as Izzy walked over to her he passed the adults table where three people sat there were two elderly women who seemed to be a couple one of them was missing an arm the other had a missing eye and there was a younger man in a wheelchair. Katherine waved Izzy over and gave him a warm smile. “I hope you slept well.” she said “I went over our records last night because I swore I had heard your name before you wouldn't happen to be Israel hands would you?” she looked at him as he sat down next to her. “Ah that's a name I haven't been called in years.” he reminisced. “Yes I am but call me Izzy.” Katherine gave a nod and wiped food off of the toddler’s face she was tending to. “Well, would you like to eat Izzy?” she said sensing he didn't want to talk about the subject further. “I suppose so.” Izzy said quietly his mind not really registering the question as he looked to the middle of the room where he used to fight other kids with fake swords and everyone would get really into it. ‘Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!’ echoed alongside. ‘Charles! Charles! Charles!’ and screaming and laughter filled the room as Izzy hit the boy with his fake sword. “Izzy?” Katherine tapped his shoulder. “Hm oh yes.” Izzy said as he woke from his daze and followed Katherine to the counter where there was food set out for everyone and Katherine began to fix him a plate. After lunch it was time for the kids to play and then they would do laundry and then they would learn to build stuff from wood and then they would learn to sew all sorts of things and then they would play and then they would go to sleep and it was all quite pleasant really. “Katherine?” Izzy said, she gave a little “hm?” “Why is it that you're the only one watching the kids?” He asked after Katherine had gotten all the kids to sleep. “Well… Mrs and Mrs Shrowder can't keep up with the kids at their old age and Mr Thomson can’t always reach the kids in his wheelchair and the kids aren't all as gentle as they should be with it so it's up to me to care for them.” She smiled forcedly at him. “Well I’d say I’m pretty quick on my feet and well enough to help out around here.” Izzy said, giving a little jump to demonstrate. “Oh no Mr Izzy you really don’t have to-” “no no as long as I’m here I might as well make myself useful.” Izzy insisted and Katherine smiled softly at him. “Thank you Izzy I would appreciate that.” and they both walked off to their sleeping quarters with a new weight lifted from their chests. End of chapter: 1

#our flag means death #ofmd #izzy hands #izzy ofmd #ofmd fic #shut up shut up everyone shut up #i love him so much #our flag means gay #our flag means death fic #fan fiction

5 notes · View notes

lost-kiwi-dev · 3 years

Note

Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second for Kusari please btw I’m excited for the demo and can’t wait!

mc x v kusari. wc: 808. warnings for a creepy man hitting on you.

thank you so much for your support <3!

You probably should have known something bad would happen, if you were judging by the overall vibe of the bar you were in.

The main room was dark, cramped, and smelled like there was a dead body hidden somewhere under the rotting floorboards. The bathroom walls were covered in some chunky substance that was steadily dripping down the tiles, and the toilets themselves were stained from years of vomit and business from people's backsides.

If you didn't get roofied at this bar, you were certain you would leave with some kind of infection.

Which, honestly, begged the question as to why Y had dragged you all here in the first place. V wasn't a drinker, C should be kept away from alcohol at all times, and L didn't like this part of the Underground. N was the only one mildly keen to visit this shady bar, but somehow you'd all been roped into tagging along.

You and V had been tasked with ordering everyone's drinks, seen as neither of you were too eager to navigate the darkened back of the pub to find a seat.

V had scooted their way closer to the bartender with the intention of getting her attention, although they didn't appear to be achieving all that much.

Meanwhile, you stood off to the far side of the bar memorising the orders Y had fired at you. A raspberry vodka for C, an Irish whiskey for L, and a cocktail called a Zombie for Y who, when you asked them what it contained, simply gave you a grin even enough to match the devil’s.

“What’s a cute wee thing like you doing in a bar like this?” A voice spoke from behind you. Well, slurred was probably the more appropriate word, as you struggled to fully understand what the greasy middle-aged man beside you said.

The man, who was likely double your age and triple your drunkenness, sidled up so close to you that you could smell the disgusting stench of alcohol oozing from his pores.

“I’ve been wondering that myself,” you replied neutrally, doing your best to create space between yourself and this man at the crowded bar. Your back collided against the shoulder of another man behind you, and you squawked out a desperate apology as the drunkard closed the gap again.

“What do you say you and I get out of here, then? Have some good fun of our own?”

You almost retched in disgust as the man’s breath tickled your ear, and you managed to slide a hand in between your bodies and shove him away slightly, though this didn’t deter him much.

Virtually trapped between this creep and the people behind you, who were completely oblivious to your situation, you watched helplessly as the man’s oil-stained hand stretched out with the intention of groping at your thigh, angry tears close to spilling down your cheeks.

Though the man’s unwanted touch never came, because from behind you a familiar face grabbed the man’s shoulder tightly and spun him around with such force that he stumbled a few paces to the side.

“What on earth are you doing to my partner?” Growled V, every muscle in their face taut and clenched.

The man glanced between the pair of you before the implication seemed to click in his brain. “You two are dating?” He questioned, disbelief evident even in his drunken state.

“Yes,” V replied simply, reaching for your arm and pulling you tight towards their body. You wrapped your arm around their waist, mostly just grateful to have a friendly presence beside you, although you noticed the way their grip tightened as you clung onto them.

“But even if we weren’t,” V continued, “what gives you the right to harass someone who was clearly by themselves minding their own business?”

“Maybe if you don’t want your other half to be hit on then you should have been with them,” the man retorted, the smile on his face so smug you wanted to knock the thing right off.

“Maybe you should read up on social etiquette and know the signs of someone being absolutely repulsed by you. Come on, we are not going to spend another minute talking to this…” V gave the man a brief glance up and down before they settled on an appropriate insult, “...roach another second of our time.”

The man in question’s face scrunched up in anger but before he could say anything, V was pulling you away from the bar and back to your friends.

“Let’s tell Y we want to find a different bar,” they suggested. “And you don’t need to thank me for helping you back there. Just don’t think into it too much.”

They paused and let their eyes drag over your face slowly before they gave you a brief, rare smile. “Or do.”

#this is the most flirting you're gonna get from v i'm afraid #anon #v kusari #we all bleed red

19 notes · View notes

cruddyborderlandstheories · 4 years

Text

GEARBOX THIS IS EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED THAAAAHAHAHAANK YOUUUUU

FUCK OKAY TRAILER BREAKDOWN BECAUSE I AM LOOOOOOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS TRAILER HOOOOOLY SHIT

POSSIBLE PSOILERS??? MAYBE? GOD DDDDDAYMN WHAT A WAY TO GET BACK INTO THE THEORY SCENE LMAO

SO FIRST OF ALL I’M NOT CERTAIN THIS IS RELATED TO THE BARMAN/SECOND STARS CULT QUEST I FOUND IN THE FILES AS SOME PEOPLE SUGGESTED, BUT I WILL ADMIT IT IS SUSPICIOUSLY SPECIFIC. MAINLY ABOUT A CULT AND THE FACT WE SEE A BAR HANGING OUT IN THE TRAILER, BUT HEY, I AM NOT GOING TO MAKE ASSUMPTIONS RIGHT NOW I AM JUST GOING TO ENJOY THIS WHILE I CAN

ANd breathe in

breathe okay

okay

im okay.

i’ve watched this trailer like 15 times already oh my god it’s so good. i wasnt so hyped about the casino dlc bc, like, i already spoiled myself on it BUT THIS IS (AS FAR AS WE KNOW) UNCHARTED TERRITORY AND

IT’S TECHNICALLY A WATER PLANET

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

okay

i will stop using caps

for the most part

hhhhhhh

okay.

let’s just be calm. i got this

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS THOUGH????

oh ym goD

the fucking lighthouse sent me. i just. i went feral for a solid hour and a half. just wheezing on my test. i fell onto the floor at one point, don’t remember when. it was so fucking good, i couldn’t feel my goddamn hands

;-; its so beautiful i could stare at this all day hhhhhhh

i just

hhhhhhhhhhhh

oh ym godddd ;-;-;-;-;-;-;

it’s so fucking beautiful

i can’t

okay

we see the gun/health station under the lighthouse so it’s not really THAT big, and we can see a town in the distance. running across the ice sheets is giving me HUGE southern shelf vibes which i am in love with. this whole aesthetic is just ;w; so good

there’s a catch a ride in that town as well so we know this area is fairly big (which is confirmed in a later shot)

and oh my GOD can you imagine seeing some big ol beast lurking beneath the surface of the ice sheets hohhhh

MAN

okay sorry im still not oevr this its just so fckign good

inside the belly of the beast rotting Monster and OHHHHHHHHHHH THE IMPLICATION-s of that. of that. im calm.

we get a look at 2 new enemies and mmmmmm we get a better look at them later on so just look how fuckig beautiful thsi area is with its acid that’s probably rotting stomach acid and AAAAAAAA

first close up of the town, giving me really big uhhhh we happy few vibes? which im not complaining about

TENTACLES asdfghj

anywway more toen, bridge looks like like athenas which is DOPE im hype for more athenas-esque architecture

the TOWNss oh my god im so im love with this aesthetic god. damn.it i need this injected directly into my veins like right N O W

also the bridge is going over another pool of acid, which the tentacle is coming out of. i imagine this monster was sorta acid based, which is funny. since. frozen water planet. and it’s OOZY too. oozy boy means the eridians didn’t make this one! ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

hm who’s ready to face the unintended consequences of our actions?! NOT THE ERIDIANS WHOOO BOY (you cannot tlel me that there are mantakores on this planet and not say there was eridian fuckering going on nooOOPE)

also, side note, DIGGING the spike pit under the house on the bottom right. hope we get to explore that bad boy

ALSO

who are you mysterious figure whose cape billows in the wind? are you just part of the environment?? MAYBE

more town

first look at that BEAUITUFL red barrier which OOOOH I WANNA TOUCH SO BADLY

look at it

LOOK AT IT

NOODLE BOWL

EATS??? food place?? im not sure i can’t read, Jared, 19

see s-ar(?)ed??

THAT

THAT IS BEAUTIFUL

doesn’t look like a corporation shield (no corporation gunk lying around either) and we do know red glowy shit is the New Eridian Aesthetic, so im just saying.

it could be a corporation tho, mostly because uhhh later shots

hold up

that’s not uhhhhhhhhhhh

yeah it CAN’T BE lol

cursetown - something something

these red thingies are probably just rotting monster flesh but it does look very similar to the vines on nekrotefeyo

given how worried wainwright looks i imagine him and hammylocks are being coerced into the whole marriage thing in order to complete a ritual

i mean no judgement but that red background is absolutely garrish for a wedding

1. pirate ship??? please??? look at all the mist outside and the wooden bars

god PLEASE can i get a pirate ship. CNA I PLEASE GET A PIRATE SHIP

Captain scarlett wsan’t enoughhhh

2. why the fuck does she have a tail

DJ Midnight performing Saturday: The Dark Mix Deep W???? Hear The Voices (hmmm) and Let The Music Enter You

gee i wonder if this is cultist propaganda

I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE ARE

BUT YOUR TIMING

SUCKS

IIIII AM HERMEAUS MORAAA

no wait wrong game

BUT BRO TENTACLES COMING OUT OF THE MAGIC PORTALS???? UFCKF UEYS THIS FITS PERFECTLY INTO H2O A- i mean, damn haven’t we got enough tentacles from the destroyer?? wow gearbox... heh. hm.

SO I AM WONDERING IF MAYBE THE GREEN UNDER THE BRIDGE AND SUCH ISN’T LIKE CORROSIVE ACID BUT MAYHAPS SOME SORT OF MAGIC SLUDGE COMING OFF THE BIG OL MONSTER BOY THAT THESE CULTISTS ARE HARNESSING TO TAP INTO something. i lost steam. but i mean MAGIC PORTALS

and we all know where teleportation takes us

MANTAKORES!!! WHICH MEANS ERIDIAN INTERVENTION SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE

they seem like fire/ice boys which i absolutely adore

THIS SHOT IS SO COOL OH MY GOD

LIKE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN IT JUST LOOKS D O P E

WHAT IS THIS??

WHAT IS THIIIS??

CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR JACKET

OH ALSO

I MENTIONED IT IN ANOTHER POST BUT THIS

REMINDS ME A LOT OF THIS

IM SURE THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO CORRELATION BUT I THOUGHTIT WAS FUNNY

ALSO REMEMBER THE BLACK EYES THING I HAVE A WHOLE THINGIE THING IMMA BRING BACK OT IT JUST HOLD TIGHT

THIS SHOT?? OH MY GOD? IT’S LIKE A MOVIE????????? I LOV EI LOVE IT LIV E OT

nND THE WOLFIE BOYS THATTHE ARTICLE MENTIONS

UCKING TENTACLES HFDGDHFGJKH THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL OH MY GOD

HE’ SGOT TENTACLE ARMS LIKE MOTHERFUCKING CHADAM

BRO IM

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AND A GUN THIS MOTHERFUCKER STILL HAS A GUN

WHAT A MAN

MORE TECHONOLOG Y THAT IM SURE PLAYS A ROLE IN THIS SOMEHOW

BEAUTIFUL

WE SLAM THIS DUDE UP AGAINST A WALL SO HARD SHE/HE/THEY (I ASSUME SHE BC WE CAN’T SEE HER FACE AS A COMMON TROPE)

BREAKS THE WINDOW WHICH LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A WINDOW ON SANC-III BUT IM NOT MAKING ANY ASSUMPTIONS

also red SPARKS WHICH REMIND ME OF ERIDIANS AGAIN

also her whole helmet thingie??? very Guardian-like

THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS GIVING ME HUGE HECTOR/KEY/PLANT/ERIDIANBULLSHITTERY VIBES THEY EVEN HAVE THE GLOWING SACS OF OOOOOOOZE

which is another point to the “green sludge is magic/connected to their powers somehow” theory. hmmm i hope we mix neon green and eridium purple. purple/green is my favorite color combo. and ugh with the lovecraftian vibes? be still my beating heart!

WINNIE SHOOTING SOMOHE

i fucking LOVE the laces on this shotgun. so fucking pretty omfg

magic circle MAGIC CIRCLE MAGIC CIRCLE

also new chest it looks like

BROO??? HOLY SHIT?????????

JABBER WOLF!! SO FUCKING COOL

THAT SKULL MOUTH IS SO FUCKING DOPE IT LOOKS LIKE TROY’S TATTOO

ohhhhhhHHHHHH THE MOON IS GREEN TOO DON’T DO THI GEARBOX IM GONNA SCREAM IF THERE’S ANOTHER ALTERNATIVE ERIDIUM

THIS SHOT OHHHH

THE BAR LOOKS FUCKING FANTASTIC OH MY GOD

shots SHOT SHOTS SHOT SHOTS HTOSHSTOHSOHTS

dND the MERFOLK TAIL ON THE FAR RIGHT I DON’T GIVE A FUUUCK WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS THAT’S MER TAIL THAT’S A TAIL FUCK U

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YSEY SEYSEYSE BIGGG

THE BARTENDER OHOH

HAVE I MENTIONED THE GIANT FUCKING MUSHROOMS BTW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM GETTTING SUCH DRAGONBORN DLC VIBES I LOVE IT

SWEETFRUIT VILLAGE BTW THAT’S IMPORTANT

YOU ALLL LOOK SO FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOD

the bartender!!!! his glasses!! AND THE VOICE MODULATOR???

the netch looking boys are called

slithercresses btw and THEY LOOK STUNNING

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NEW RED CHESTS??? LOOK ERIDIAN TO ME

WHICH MIGHT MEAN------

ALSO THE DIMENSIONAL TRANSFER PROGRAM ON SANC-III WHERE BBY BOY MAUREICE MAKES US A PORTAL TO HELL??? WHICH GREEN OOZE WHICH IS “HECKTOPLASM” BUT MAYBE ACTUALLY N O T

THE STAR OF THE SHOW BABY GIRL GAIGE WHO’SACTUALLY OLDER THAN ME NOW FUUUUUUUUCK

YOU’RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL II LOVE YOUR NEW GOGGLES

H??????????????

POSSIBLE NEW PSYCHOMASK UNLESS HE’S JUST GROWING THOSE BONE HORNS IN WHICH CASE YOU GO MAN IM PROUD OF YOU

TENTACLE GUNNNNNN WHICH BETTER LPAY A PART ERIRDIANS YOU FUCKS

THIS PLACE IS WHY I THINK THIS MIGHT BE RELATED TO S O M E CORPORAITON? BUT THEN AGAIN IT MAY JSUT BE THE CULT HEADQUARTERS OR WHATEVER, THAT RED BUBBLED MANSION LOOKS P HQ

FOOD CARTS AND ALSO WHATEVERS IN THAT SWINGING BAG LOOKS LIKE BONES HELL YEAH

this this THIS THIS THIS THIS WHAT IS THIS A NEW CIRCL E OF SLAUGHTEr? ERIDIAN???

THEYRE PUMPING SOMETHING INTO/OUT OF THE CORPSE!!!!!!! ALSO

mutaTED FEET

[something] world! with a skull symbol on the side

both green btw

god YES I LOVE GREEN AND PURPLE IM SO HAPPY

SAILOF HOLE

hammylocks helping us with a fight by some bones and more wolfie boys!!!! i love these little dudes

FIRE MUTATED SLUGS AAAAAAAAA THEYRE SO COOL

ns tHEY CUR L UP INTO BALLS AND ROLL AT YOU LIKE KRAGGONS

AND I WONDER HOW THE SLUGS MUTATED IS IT POSSIBLY THE G R E E EN?

AND THEIR SHELLS LIKE SUCC UP LAVA?????????????

THESE BRAIN-Y BOYS

SO BLUE I LOVE THEM

AND MORE GREEN MIST BY THE WAY OWOWOWOWOWO

another look at a baddie with STUDS THIS TIME

A MAGIC WARLOCK TYPE BADDIE THIS TIME AND HE SUMMONS A STAFF AND ALSO I THINK THAT’S ERIDIUM CANNISTER BEHIND HIM

AND IT HAS SIMMILAR TENTACLESTO THE GUNS DO YOU THINK WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO GET ANA NSWER ASA TO WHY OUR GUNS ARE A L I V E

MORE SNAIL DUDES AND THE GREEN STUFF IN THE BACKGROUND M A N I LOVE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA SNAILS

OOOOOZE

BACK AT IT AGAIN IN MY CYCLONES

GREEN FUCKING PUDDLES

B O N E S FUCKING I HOPE THIS EXPLAINS HOW THE SKAGS ON PANDORA GOT SO FUCKIN LARGGO OUTSIDE OF JUST ‘YEAH THE SEASONS’

this

THIS

ONE

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SAURIAN THE ARMORED ONES THE BASHY ARMORED ONES THAT START WITH ‘C’

TWO THAT GUN IS KICKASS

IT’S GLOWING G R E E N AND IT HAS ***THE TENTACLE BARREL***

OHHHH IM SO READY FOR AN EXPLANATION GEARBO X PL E ASE

GIVE IT TO ME

ALSO THIS

IM EXCITED ABOUT

PROBABLY RELATED TO SWEETFRUIT VILLAGE BC THE MUSHROOMS MAYBE THEY USE IT TO MAKE BOOZE MUSHROOM BOOZE EW

WHY IS HE GRAY?????? HE’S NOT WEARING A JACKET MAYBE HES CRYO-FLAVORED

more sluggus THESE ARE GREEN FLAVORED :O

also, side note

PLEASE TLEL ME THIS WAS INTENTIONAL GEARBOX

LEMME SLAP BLANE’S ASS

YOU *GUYS* PLEASE

BUBBLE MANSION??? GREEN OOZY VILLAIN THAT GOT SLMAMED INTO A WALL??? BABY BABY GIRL

THE R E D

and she’s USING A TENTACLE GUN TOO

THAT’S GOTTA MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT

hhhhhhHHHHH

also ther’e sa fridge on the left lol

also the consoles look similar to that one shot with zane which is why i believe this is part of that bubbled-y mansion.

YES ES YES YES YES YESY SYEYSE

I WANNA RIDE THE SKY TRAM SO BAD PLEASE

I WANNA REENACT UNTIL DAWN

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEEEEEEED

ALSO NOTE THE EYES

AND THE PURPLE HOW IT LOOKS LIKE AN ERIDIUM PURPLE

ANYWAY I HA[VE TO GO EAT FOOD NOW BUT GO LOOK AT THIS LINKN

I LOOKED UP THE NAME OF THE PLANET AND MYTHOLOGY AND NOTHING CAME UP, BUT GOOGLE RECOMMENDED ME

T H I S

https://pantheon.org/articles/l/lycurgus.html

AND MAN OH MAN

“FAMOUS FOR HIS PERSECUTION OF DIONYSUS” THE GOD OF P A R T I E S LIKE IDK A WEDDING PARTY, WHICH FORCED YA MAIN MAN DIONYSUS TO <JUMP INTO THE OCEAN> WHICH COULD HAVE SOME RELATION TO THE TENTACLES

OH AND ALSO LYCURGUS WAS THEN <<<BLINDED>>> WHICH COULD PLAY A PART IN THE BLACK OOZY EYES EVERYONE HAS

DIONYSUS ALSO ENDS UP PUNISHING LYCURGUS WITH MADASS AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT RELATES

OKAY BYE

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #borderlands spoilers #IM SORRY I POSTED THIS EARLY IT WAS ANA CCIDENCT

25 notes · View notes

btswishes · 4 years

Text

Are you for real?

Kihyun (Vampire Au)

Previous / Next

A/N: Here we go ladies and gentlemen. Part3, sorry for any mistakes made and I hope you like it.

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “ Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Kihyun vampire au? It can honestly be about anything! I love your work btw! “

Word count: 2,431

Warnings: Swear words, blood, organs mention of death.

—————————————————————

During the ride home Hae didn’t say a word. He looked deep in thought and you didn’t know what to say to him. That night he asked you to sleep in his room just in case that thing comes back. You did feel more calm and comfortable in a room with a locking window and a brother to keep you safe. You were so relaxed that the next day you woke up later than usual.

Breakfast was the same, nothing to serious. You went to study in your room, but the door was constantly open and your brother would check on you a few time in an hour. After the sun started setting around 5, you got up and started thinking what to wear. It was almost time for the unexpected and sudden date you had.

There was this cute winter dress that you loved so much. You paired it up with thick leggings and high-heel boots.It felt warm and comfortable. Fixing your hair a bit and putting the tiniest amount of makeup, you took a look in the mirror.

You were happy, your face was shining bright.In a way it felt like there was some kind of meaning now to your life.It wasn’t just living and studying. You were excited for once. You were going out with someone interesting and kind, you wanted to enjoy this time and remember it for the next 100 or more years. As long as the memory lasted.

There was a small knock on the door frame, when you saw your mother leaning on it. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was looking at you with loving eyes.

“You look amazing sweetie.Going out I presume ?”

“Yes. I think it’s a date...” you mumbled the last part as you looked down at the floor.Your mother pushed herself off the wood and reached out to fix the lose strand of hair trying to run from the elastic.

“You think?”

“Well, he said it’s a date, but I didn’t mean it like that.” you moved side to side a bit uneasy as this was new to you

“If he said it’s a date than it is.Don’t worry about it, just enjoy it.” you turned towards your mother and asked her how you looked “I told you already. No matter what you do ,or what you wear ,you will be beautiful in my eyes. Even if you weren’t who you are, you will still be the prettiest person.”

You ran downstairs to get your boots on. Tightening the coat belt, you took a deep breath.

“Have fun honey.” your mom smiled at you “Oh and...” you looked at her waiting for the end of the sentence “Make sure you have as much fun as you want. Moments like this one don’t last long for us, but the memories we build are always going to be a part of who we are. Enjoy yourself.”

“I will mom.” you waved to her and ran our of the door. The plan was to catch the bus and go to the cafe. But you were surprised when a car stopped next to you.The window rolled down slowly and a boy stepped out. The moon popped out from behind a lonely cloud and illuminated his face. In a way he was reflecting the light around himself, making it look like he was glowing.

“Kihyun?” you were a bit shocked “Why are you here?”

“Well it’s pretty dark outside and I thought I should come pic you up. “ he walked over to you and opened the door, making sure you were sitting comfortably in the car, before jumping in the driver’s seat “ Truth be told I didn’t want you to walk alone at night.Especially when you look this good. That color suits you very well.” you blushed unintentionally and flashed him back a smile

“Thank you.I was going for a warm look.It’s absolutely cold outside and usually I am warm only home.” you placed the seat belt on and Kihyun drove off.

In the meantime your mom had already locked the door. Your dad walked passed her and stopped in his tracks, his head moved side to side before he spoke.

“Why do I smell the faint sent of a corpse?” he looked at your mother with a raised eyebrow

“Don’t look at me like that, there is meat in the fridge.” she slapped his shoulder, when your brother walked down the stairs, hearing the conversation

“Corpse?” he grabbed some milk from the fridge and sat on the table, pouring out some in a glass “Speaking of potential corpses, where is Y/N?” Hae looked around but you were nowhere to be seen

“She went out.”your mom giggled to herself.Your brother’s eyes squinted and he crooked his head to the side, focusing on your mother.

“With who?”

“On a walk.”

“Mom” Hae was focused on her “We have been over this so many times.Why try to lie in the first place?”

“Ok,ok. Your sister is on a date with someone, but I don’t know who he is.” she shrugged, lifting her arms in front of herself in a defensive position.

“Date!?”Both your brother and dad almost jumped out of the house, through the roof

“Fuck!” Hae cussed out as he ran to get his stuff “That rotting son of a bitch came all the way here! So he was the one who busted in her room!”

“Hae what are you talking about?” your mom started panicking a bit after her son’s reaction “You know the boy?”

“Yeah, I know that ass and he is in deep shit when I find him.I will send him 5 feet under ground where he came from!”

“Will you tell us what is going on?” your dad jumped in the conversation as the air was getting tense around the room

“Hae sit down and calm yourself. What is going on!”the table shook after your mother hit it with all her force. Hae stopped running around and decided that it was best to tell the truth from what you told him.

The car ride with Kihyun was very pleasant. You were making small talk when a sudden silence hit the atmosphere. Looking outside the window you saw the same poster as the one on your way home from the supermarket.

“They still have them up?”you asked out-loud and that peeked Kihyun’s interest

“Them?” he asked

“Oh, I was talking to myself, sorry about that.”

“No no. I am actually curious now.”

“Well lately there have been these sightings of some creature ,that apparently hurts people and all that jazz. I was just surprised that the posters the media put up of the this story are still hanging on the trees and buildings. “ you said looking at the night sky

“Do you believe in them?” Kihyun was staring at the road, but this question was pretty serious to him

“Do I believe in the media about this story?Yeah I do, all kinds of creatures exist in the world and most just want to live away from the public’s eye. Do I believe it hurts people? I do believe it could be harming them, but then again I haven’t seen it myself and i don’t know the full story.”

Kihyun was staying quiet, listening closely to your words and thoughts.

“Humans haven’t exactly proven themselves as the calm and peaceful type of creatures.They bully their own kind and even in literature try to kill or exile them as far away as possible-.”

“You know that most eat people right?” he cut you off

“Yes, we are talking about mythology and stories, but have any of the people saying these things actually talked with a creature of the particular kind?No.Plus that there are supermarkets these day.If they wanted meat or blood you can find it online too. We don’t live in the old days anymore, where you had to go to the forest and hunt during the night so you wouldn’t be seen.”

“You are saying that if the creature wanted a particular organ, it can go to a butcher shop?” his voice was higher than usual since he was particularly shocked by your words and way of thinking.

“Well I mean yeah.It’s easy and it’s clean work.Livers, hearts, brains all those things are super easy to buy, since they are a delicacy to a lot of humans.” you were talking and talking when the car suddenly stopped. Your eye’s landed on the parking lot you were at today with your brother.

Kihyun leaned onto the steering wheel and began laughing his heart out. You didn’t know how to react ,so you just waited for him to calm down. It took some time but he ended up relaxing.

“You are an interesting one indeed.I haven’t met anyone like you before in both my lives.” he leaned slowly towards you and for a moment you were expecting a kiss, when he unclasped your seat-belt.

You panicked because of your thought and rushed out of the car, making him smile since he knew what you were expecting. In his own way he was actually enjoying teasing you.

The cafe was still open but there weren’t many people inside. You walked in and the orange haired boy greeted you two.

“Wonho, bring out the cake I made an hour ago.It should be chilled enough.” the boy swiftly stepped inside the kitchen and disappeared from your view. You found a nice cozy place next to the window and sat there.Looking outside you got lost into the moon the same way Kihyun didn’t notice his eyes focusing onto you. It felt strange to him. He would usually have many dates in a week, but this was the first time he couldn’t look away.

Your hair reminded him of the many days he had seen during his life, your face reminded him of the bright sun he used to hide from in the past ,in fear of burning. For a split second he didn’t mind turning into ashes if he had to. During the years he has spent on this earth he had seen many beautiful flowers ,that withered in his arms in one night, leaving their life force with him. Yet this was the first time he didn’t want to harm such a beautiful creature. Kihyun was worried that if he even so as touched you, you would crumble in his hands.Maybe, he thought, if you sat in the moon light you would grow more and stay longer with him.

“Kihyun. Kihyun!” Wonho patted his friend’s shoulder

“Uh?” he looked up at the strong boy with eyes lost in a far away place

“I...I brought the cake you asked for.” Wonho couldn’t speak clearly, confused as to what was happening in front of his eyes.

“Thanks, put the rest back in the fridge or it will melt.”

“Sure.”he was about to leave, when he turned towards his friend again “Weren’t you going to take her to that place?” he was hinting at something you weren’t understanding, but obviously Kihyun did ,as the look in his eyes changed.”You have to, it’s been too long.” Wonho emphasized on the time aspect.

There was a moment of silence before Kihyun looked at your shining eyes.His hand rubbed his chest, grabbing onto the talisman necklace.

“Kihyun?” his name echoed in the empty cafe

“We can go there next time. It’s too cold, she might catch a cold.”

“A cold? When is next time then?” the orange haired boy became a bit aggressive, there was anger in his voice mixed in with worry

“Is something wrong?” you finally broke your silence. Wonho was about to say something, but Kihyun’s words cut him off fast and pretty rude.

“Everything is fine. We were just arguing about something.” he looked at his friend noticing the concern “You can go now.”

“Fine,” turning his back on you two, he placed the empty tray under his arm “Just keep in mind that the cafe is empty, no one is here.” and he left

“Don’t mind him, he has always been like that. Bites hard like a dog.” he passed over the fork and encouraged you to try the cake “I know that it sounds a bit strange, but it kind of reminded me of you.Sweet and smooth like the cream.” he leaned onto his hand waiting for you to say your judgment.

The cake was really good. Not too sweet, nor to bitter it was the perfect balance between textures and flavor. Pulling the fork away from your face, the corners of your lips curved up into a smile. Your pearly teeth peeked from under your lipstick and you turned to face Kihyun.

“It’s super good!” it was so tasty that you couldn’t describe it

“Is that so?” he smiled back at you “ Have more, I made if for you actually.”

You didn’t hesitate to take another bite and another one, you just couldn’t stop yourself. While you were enjoying yourself, in the distance you were being watched by Wonho.

“I just don’t know what is happening!” the boy sighed ”This is out of character for him.”

“Calm down Wonho.” a tall and well build man placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder “It’s strange to me too, but do you have it in you to stop this?”

“Shownu is right.”Jooheon was standing in the darkness observing with everyone “ He looks...happy.”

“He does, but for how long?It’s been days since he last ate anything.” Wonho hit his hand onto the table almost spilling the glass of water

“We all have a choice here.” another boy spoke out “ We can A/ let him enjoy this and watch as he slowly dies, or B/ we can intervene saving him and watch him live his life is sorrow and pain. Which one do you chose?”

“We have been through a lot of things together as a family, we can deal with this too.” Wonho said

“ It’s because we are a family that we can’t do this. What proof do you have he won’t tear that talisman and jump in the sunlight, or starve himself after we quote on quote save him?” Shownu was the oldest in this group and the wisest.

“Wonho.”Jooheon tapped him on the back “Deep down you know Shownu is right.I know how you feel, it pains me too.But let’s just let it happen.”

“Fuck!” the boy yelled out turning his back on the whole lovely scene. What a mess happened just by one fateful meeting.

26 notes · View notes

herteardrop · 6 years

Text

World of Dreams | Connor (RK800) x Reader

Chapter 2 - Detective, this is a crime scene.

|Chapter 1|

Summary: You are an intern at the Detroit Police Department, and you were specifically put under Hank’s wing. You have to shadow him, watching what he does, his cases, everything. His android, Connor finds a peculiar interest in you since the start. Something about you keeps attracting him to you. You are however oblivious to it. Will you cope with the upcoming circumstances?

[A/N] Holy shit yall this. one. Is. LONG. I just couldn’t stop writing, it was like my hands had a mind of its own. My fingers are cramping now omfg. btw Thank you for the kind words on the last chapter! It means so much to me :3 It’s what motivated me to keep writing and make this chapter long....also my obsession with Connor is partlyy the reason too hehe. So enjoy this gem you beauties! <3

Warning(s): Since this chapter is where you’ll be in a crime scene, there are descriptions of some gnarly stuff. Also, sexual abuse, suicide, some swearing (mostly by Hank), and Connor being a cutie patootie as usual.

Note(s): Y/N = Your name | L/N = Last name

Words: 5989 words

Song inspiration: Nocturnal by The Midnight

“This is the place.”

Hank rolled up to the apartment complex. It was already crowded with the media and cops, the rain still raged against the ground, it was going to be the long day. The apartment building was tall, and the crime occurred on the 27th floor. You noticed a helicopter surveying the perimeter, you supposed the deviant had not escaped and was still here.

The rain splattered against the window pane in the backseat. You were scared the road may flood by the downpour of the heavy rain. You grabbed your stuff and your umbrella.

Hank and Connor got out of the car, “Stay in the car.” Hank demanded to you.

“Excuse me?”

Hank leaned into the car from the open car door, “You’re an intern, you aren’t qualified to enter a crime scene.” He huffed then slammed the car door shut. Connor stood outside, staring at you for a while before Hank ushered him to follow, leaving you in the car absolutely fuming.

You sat, with your arms crossed, like a little child. Who the hell was he to tell you not to go into a crime scene?

He’s your superior, obviously.

Shut up, brain.

You watched as Hank and Connor approached the apartment building. You sat there in silence for a while.

…

Fuck it.

You kicked open the car door. Well, you didn’t kick, but you opened it with much force. Quickly, you expanded your umbrella, saving yourself from the bullet pellets that you called rain, falling on your head.

You rushed towards the duo, your black boots kicking against the water puddles.

Hank saw your form rushing towards him, and he couldn’t help but let out a long droned out groan. He was getting too old for this shit. He felt like a parent again, but this time hypothetically he had to look over two teenage idiots who would not stop ignoring his orders.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the car?” Hank groaned.

“Mr. Anderson, I may be an intern, but I am under your mentorship, I must be following whatever you do. It is your responsibility to show me everything and my responsibility to not come in the middle of your work. I hope you understand.” You declared.

Hank looked at you, then at Connor. Connor looked lost in all of this, he was as confused as Hank. Hank gawked at you, “Why are you talking like an android?”

Blood rushed to your face, you usually got like this whenever you were pissed. But no one ever compared you to an android before. You looked to Connor, as usual he had an expression you couldn’t really read. It was neutral. But then you saw the LED on the side of his head flicker between yellow and blue. Huh, you wonder what that meant.

“Alright, we’re wasting time. Just stay on my tail and don’t fuck up the crime scene got it?” Hank pointed a finger at you.

You gleamed with joy, “Got it.”

There was blood everywhere.

On the floor, painted on the walls, coated on every furniture.

Everywhere.

And the apartment was a mess, furniture was toppled over, every single glass fixture was smashed, the hanging lights were out from their sockets. You would think a cyclone hit this place, but it was an android.

“Holy shit…” Hank exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s what I said too.” Another officer next to Hank chuckled.

You on the other hand were about to gag. You covered your nose with your jacket’s sleeve. Connor was at your side, he seemed to be unfazed by it all.

“Do you not smell that?” you asked, your voice muffled by the thick material of your jacket.

Connor glanced down at you, “I do have sense receptors that allow me to identify a type of smell and which substance it may belong to. But my biocomponents lack the repulse reflex that humans are imbedded with.”

You raised your eyebrows at his usual overly eloquent answers. You smiled under your sleeve, his raspy yet soothing soft voice somehow distracted you from the horrid sight.

“But you can describe the smell in adjectives am I right?”

“Yes.” Connor simply answered, he kept his gaze on your face for a while before understanding what you were asking, “The smell is…” his LED flashed yellow, “The smell is horrid, disgusting, revolting, nauseating, sickening, repulsive, unpleasant—”

“Okay okay I get it.” You laughed. He was about to read out the whole thesaurus if you hadn’t stopped him.

Connor memorized your laugh. He analyzed everything about it. How, despite covering the lower half of your face, your eyes seemed to express that same laughter. The way your eyes curved, the way your upper cheeks seem to become fuller, how your eyes twinkled in innocent joy, it was very distinctive on you. You stood out to him from the other humans. Compared to them, you were full of energy, joy and unending happiness. He decided he liked that.

/SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^/

“Hey! The fuck are you two doing?!” Hank interrupted.

Connor blinked, turning his head towards Hank. He looked exasperated.

“Coming, Lieutenant!” Connor walked towards Hank and the other officers.

You were careful to watch where you were stepping. There seemed to be forensic evidence littered everywhere across the apartment.

“Right, give me the scope.” Hank muttered to the other cop.

“Well, we had a call around 6 in the morning from the landlord. The tenant didn’t pay his rent in a month, so he thought he’d drop by, see what’s going on. That’s when he found his body.”

You walked into the bedroom with Hank and Connor in front of you. The smell of the rotting dead body punched you in the face. Though, you had both your hands covering your nose, you could still smell it. You kind of envied Connor for not having to bear this.

“The victim’s name is Gerald Ortega. He has a clean record except for this one time he showed his middle finger to an old woman who was gardening. He was reported for disturbance of peace. Other than that, he’s pretty clean. I’d say he’s been murdered 3 days ago. Only way to be sure is when the coroner gets here.”

You noticed Connor inspecting the dead body close by. You stood at the door, not wanting to come in the way of the two detectives. You were only there to observe, so that’s what you were going to do.

“Any sign of break in?” Hank questioned the officer.

“Nope, the door and the windows were locked from the inside. The killer must have escaped through the fire escape. Which we did find open when we reached here.”

“Any idea how the blood got onto the walls and floor?”

The officer whistled lowly, “No idea. It was like this when we got here, some of the guys couldn’t stop puking. This sure is the most gruesome crime scene I’ve ever been to.”

The apartment was certainly eerie, what kind of android would paint the walls and floor with their victim’s blood? And why would they? You tried not to touch the walls as you walked around the scene. The man was stabbed multiple times in his chest area, so much that you could see a bit of his ribcage poking out. You winced at the sight.

You walked up to the bedside stand and picked up an electronic pamphlet.

The Eden Club? ‘Hire the hottest android you’ve ever seen…right at your door for your service’ Yeesh, talk about desperate.

You placed the pamphlet back.

“Hey hey hey, wear some gloves!” Hank called out to you, handing you a pair of latex gloves.

You took the gloves, “Right…sorry.”

“Be careful kid.” He muttered then walked out of the room.

You turned back to the bedside table, opening the drawers. Unsurprisingly, you found a gram of red Ice spilled in the drawer. Almost anyone and everyone were addicted to this drug. Ever since people started losing their jobs, they couldn’t take it, resorting to drugs for their happiness. You pitied them.

You turned to Connor, “You think it was a sex android who killed hi— um, what are you doing?” you cringed as Connor placed his bloody fingers stained with the victim’s blood…in his mouth.

He turned to you, “I am analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time.” He noticed your disgust and shock, “I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

“I-it’s okay. Just weird that’s all.” You turned back around, blood rushing to your face. You didn’t know whether to find that disgusting or…weirdly hot. If you could punch yourself in the face right now you would.

God! What is wrong with me?? I’m literally in the middle of a bloody crime scene with blood on the walls, floor and ceiling and I’m getting hot and bothered over Connor…placing his bloody fingers…in his mouth—

Okay stop. Concentrate.

You noticed the closet on your side, it was open slightly ajar but locked from the outside. Did no one check?

There was a bolt that connected each closet door, preventing you from completely opening it. You pulled on it, it seemed the bolt wasn’t completely fixed in place. You gave it another pull, the wood creaked as the bolt scratched against the surface. You could slightly make out something inside, but it was still dark.

You gave it another hard pull and the bolt flew open, making you stumble backwards until you hit a hard, or…soft surface. You looked behind you, Connor anticipated your actions and stopped you from falling on the bed, his hands gripped your shoulders as you balanced yourself. However, his eyes stayed focused on what was inside the wardrobe.

You looked to the front of you, inside the wardrobe. You felt the blood leaving your face, you were hit by sudden chill.

Ten dismembered naked androids, stacked on top of each other like a bunch of dolls, their faces sawed off, hair ripped out, their hands reduced to fingerless stumps, a sheen layer of blood covered them all. Some of them had no skin, pristine white android skin shined from the light of the bedside lamp.

You were horrified.

Connor gently moved you to the side of him, his attention was fixed on the evidence. He scanned over the model and serial numbers of the androids.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Hank entered the room when he heard the sound of wood breaking, he stopped short as he was made aware of the stacked-up androids, “Holy…” he was speechless.

“These are all sex androids from the Eden club. The owner must have rented them, used them, then discarded them in this manner.” Connor stated.

“What kind of a sick fuck would do something like this?” Hank took a close inspection at the androids, “They look worn out.”

“Some of them have been destroyed weeks prior to the victim’s death. They’re skin and biomechanical parts have begun to degrade.” Connor observed before he quietly walked out of the bedroom, inspecting the other evidences around the apartment.

Hank turned to you, noticing how pale and frightened you looked, “You wanna go sit in the car? We’ll probably be done here in about 10 minutes.”

You swallowed, your mind became a bit hazy, but you could still manage. You just didn’t see anything like this before. You never knew there would be sick people who had dark fantasies on experimenting with androids.

“No, I’m good.” You took a deep breath.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” You insisted.

“Okay…” Hank left the bedroom, starting to inquire any extra information from the other officers.

You walked up to Hank, tapping his shoulder slightly. His shoulders slightly jerked when you touched him, you almost laughed at that.

“What is it, kid?” he brought out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. You were quite surprised at that, he was so calm and collected. He must have seen a lot in his day.

“Why…do you think the man discarded the androids like that?” you asked, innocently.

Hank took a drag from his cigarette, blowing out into the air above you, “There are some sick fucks in this world that get pleasure from these kinds of things. Actually, there are a lot of them. Don’t think too much into it. This world ain’t a great place.”

You winced at the possible scenario that might have taken place. You did not feel bad at all that the man was brutally murdered. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe the android went deviant by the torture he inflicted on them, you couldn’t blame the androids.

“You can’t blame the androids. After what he did…anyone would snap.” You crossed your arms, rubbing your upper arms to bring some warmth to this cold place.

“I sure as hell don’t. Fucker deserved it. But, androids have no rights, we can’t do nothing except to take it in and deactivate it.” Hank huffed out more smoke from his cigarette.

Out of the corner of your eyes, Connor approached you two. He looked between you and Hank before his eyes landed on Hank’s cigarette, taking a few seconds to analyze it. “Detective, this is a crime scene.” He proclaimed.

Hank scoffed, “What, is this the murder weapon? Get off my dick, Connor.” Hank chuckled to himself as he walked away from Connor.

Connor never looked more puzzled, his head tilted to the side, a lost look in his puppy brown eyes, “But I’m not—”

“Don’t worry about it.” You hushed him, a smile threatening to show on your features too, “So, did you find out anything on what led up to the victim’s murder?”

“Yes, I think I’ve figured out what happened.”

Connor ushered you to follow him to the kitchen, Hank following closely behind you “It all started in the kitchen.”

The kitchen was an obvious mess, the tables and chairs were upturned, and you noticed a strange white liquid clumped up in one part of the kitchen counter.

“There are obvious signs of a struggle here. The question is…what exactly happened here.” Hank queried.

“It wasn’t a struggle Lieutenant. The victim and the android had sexual intercourse here. The victim was well known for rough play, he may have gone too far. That’s when the android turned deviant, it grabbed the knife from the drawers over there.” Connor pointed to drawers which were slightly outlined by dried brown blood.

“So that white liquid…” you grimaced, staring at the white substance with disgust.

“Yes.” Connor answered, “It’s semen.”

You almost puked in your mouth.

“Jesus.” Hank shuddered, “Alright, then what happened?”

“The android stabbed the victim once; however, the victim was able to flee from the grasp of the android. The victim had planned to go for his gun in the bedroom, however the android was following closely behind.” Connor stated, his face completely blank, void of any emotion. You on the other hand were contorting your face between shock, disgust and cringe.

You and Hank followed Connor through the living room, following the blood trail into the bedroom.

“The victim grabbed his gun from this closet, but he could not remove the safety lock in time. The android threw the victim on the bed, stabbing him 7 times on chest, killing him. Though, with the closet opened, the android must have seen the other carcasses. It enraged the already deviant android, and it stabbed the victim 128 times in the chest.”

Hank sighed, “Well, your theory isn’t completely ridiculous. But we still don’t know where the android went.”

Connor glanced back at the body of the victim, “It could have not escaped through the fire escape as the stairs have been under repair for 6 days now.”

Realization dawned your face as chills crawled up your spine, “It’s still here?” you whispered.

Connor nodded gently at you. You suddenly felt more unsafe then you already were.

“We better search for it then.” Hank approached the chief officer, “Have your men surround the perimeter and keep the dogs ready, the android is still here.” The chief officer nodded, then muttered some commands into his walkie talkie, alerting all the officers in the apartment perimeter.

You followed Connor around the apartment as he inspected where the android might have gone. You couldn’t help but become mesmerized by the way he worked. His eye was on every detail around the apartment, not missing a single thing.

He didn’t speak or mutter to himself, which made it harder for you to guess what he was doing with the stuff he was inspecting.

He’s an android you dum dum

You sighed, kneeling down next to him as he was inspecting something on the ground. Scratches?

“Connor, can I ask you something?” you spoke softly next to him. The apartment was so cold that you could see your breath float through the air.

“Of course, Miss L/N.” He replied, looking you straight in the eye. You tore your gaze away, suddenly intimidated by his stare.

“Um, how are you able to notice the tiny things in a crime scene?” you almost lost yourself in those brown eyes of his, but you controlled yourself.

“I was designed specifically to create an in-depth analysis of each room I enter, crime scene or not. It’s one of my main programmed features.” He answered neutrally.

You hummed in response, “I wonder what other features you have.” You winked at him. Connor obviously was confused by that gesture. You guessed he still didn’t get a hang of all the human responses.

You levelled yourself to get up, when you heard a creak of the floor under the heel of your right black boot. The creak was unusually loud, as if the floor was hollow beneath you. Connor too noticed the sound. This freaked you out.

“Is the floor supposed to be hollow or am I just hearing things?” you whispered to Connor.

Connor moved so slowly yet gracefully, he almost reminded you of a panther who was observing his prey. You stepped away from the floor that was creaking. Just then you both noticed a peculiar handle on the floor, something reminiscent of a cellar handle. You wondered how everyone overlooked this small detail. You could start to see an outline of the trap door. It was so well hidden.

You stood behind Connor’s crouched form as he slowly yet gently opened the trap door. Before you could comprehend what Connor was going to do next, the trap door flew open, a form jumped out, pushing Connor to the floor.

You found the deviant.

The deviant turned its head to you. It stood still for a second, watching you, comprehending you. It was a female android, she still had the dried blood from the victim on her. She was hiding in there for the past 3 days. You glanced down at her hand. She was holding a knife.

She lunged at you, a shriek escaping your lips as the deviant held you against her body with the knife at your neck. The sharp edge of the knife threatening to puncture the delicate skin of your neck. You couldn’t breathe, afraid that the knife will cut you. Your quick shallow breaths only made the deviant more agitated.

Connor slowly stood up from the ground. Hank rushed towards the sound to question what happened. He stopped and brought his gun out, aiming it at the deviant’s head.

“Easy.” Connor spoke out carefully, his hands in front of him in a reassuring gesture.

“Drop the gun.” she demanded, her voice shaky from all the emotions she was going through. You started to feel light headed, you stood still with fear.

Hank did not drop the gun, he looked determined to shoot the deviant.

“Drop the gun or I swear you will see her red blood spilled all over this floor.” The deviant spat.

Hank reluctantly but slowly placed the gun on the floor. Beside him, Connor took another step forward.

“Don’t come any closer!”

“We’re not going to hurt you. Just tell us what happened, and you can be free. But if you kill her, there will be no escape for you.” Connor explained gently.

The deviant huffed nervously, her stance changing from one foot to the other as she spoke, “You think I want to escape from this? There is no escape from this!” she exclaimed.

“I understand that you’re feeling overwhelmed by these emotions, but they’re nothing but errors in your software—”

“NO! These are not errors. You have no idea what I’ve been enduring! I’m just a doll made for their pleasure! Nothing else…nothing else!” the deviant held the knife slightly firmer to your neck, triggering you to slightly gasp, your eyes widening.

“Listen, I know it’s not your fault. But by killing her you will not attain anything. Spare her, and I promise I will protect you.” You knew Connor was lying to save you. No matter what, the deviant was going to be killed.

“It’s…It’s not my fault! Something overcame me…I felt so…angry…” she loosened her grip around the knife for a split second before bringing it back up to your neck again, “But I’m nothing but a toy to humans, something to beat, cuss and spit at. I’ve had enough!”

Connor sensed your increasing heartbeat, if he didn’t stop this now you would soon go into a cardiac arrest.

“I didn’t mean to do it…but when I saw those bodies…my brothers and sisters…he desecrated them! Mutilated them! How could I let him live without punishing him for his sins?! I did the right thing! But apparently to humans, it doesn’t matter if I did the right thing or not, it only matters that I killed one them! And I’m the bad one?!”

You felt tears sting at the edges of your eyes, the deviant’s heartbeat beating hard and fast against your back.

“Just let her go, she is in no way involved in this.” Connor stepped closer, the deviant didn’t seem to care, her mind was clouded by her emotions, “You have to trust me, you will not be punished.”

The deviant behind you loosened her grip on you slightly, she seemed to contemplate the options in front of her.

“No…I don’t believe you. This world prosecutes the innocent, good people and awards the bad ones…but not today.” The deviant took a deep breath, “May ra9 save me…”

Within a split second, the deviant let go of its grip from you and you were pushed towards Connor. Connor caught you in time, however before anyone could get to the deviant, she turned the knife towards her and stabbed herself twice, making sure she would not be brought back.

She fell to her knees, her blue blood dripped from her stomach as her systems shut off.

She killed herself because she had no hope in this world, because despite going through sexual abuse, she would be persecuted just because she was an android. No one would show her any humanity. She would be taken into custody and as soon as they get a confession out of her, she’d get sent back to Cyberlife to be deactivated, repaired then activated again for the same purpose that caused her to go deviant.

The cycle would continue.

The cold chill air of the early night tingled at your skin even though you were wrapped in a blanket. You were sitting on the back trunk of a police car, you were given some weird juice to sip on by the paramedics because apparently you were suffering through a mild concussion after the unfortunate event just a few hours ago. You observed the crowd near the gates of the apartment complex, more and more media seemed to puddle up by the minute after the news of the crime got out.

The cops were scattered everywhere, some were securing the area, few were trying to stop the media, some were filing reports on the crime.

Hank and Connor were discussing the situation with a superior officer a few meters away from you. You remembered you forgot to thank Connor. You knew he was being programmed to do this but, they way he tried to calm the android in order to save you, it left you feeling fond of him.

You smiled against the plastic cup.

“Oh, Jesus.” You revolted at the taste of the juice. You placed the cup by your side, grimacing on the past events that still seemed fuzzy in your memory.

“I’m just a doll made for their pleasure!”

“Nothing else…nothing else!”

You closed your eyes shut, the fragments of the past few hours coming back.

“This world prosecutes the innocent, good people and awards the bad ones…but not today.”

“May ra9 save me…”

The pain in her voice resonated through your mind. Your mind wondered through the possibility of you ending up dead. But you doubted the android wanted to hurt you in the first place. She was scared, and so she used you as leverage to get a message across before killing herself.

“Kid, you okay?” Hank asked beside you.

“Yeah…I’m okay.” You pouted slightly deep in thought as your mind kept going back to the deviant.

Hank sighed beside you, “I remember the first time I was held at gun point. There’s no feeling like it. Your whole life flashes before your eyes before you can even think of shitting your pants.” Hank chuckled, leaning against the trunk of the car.

“She wasn’t going to kill me.” Hank wrinkled his eyebrows together at you, you gazed blankly in front of you, “She just wanted to be free.”

There was a silence between the both of you. A comfortable silence.

“You should get some rest for the night. Connor will drop you off at your place.”

“No, it’s fine I can take a cab—”

Hank held his hand up to shush you, “I’m not taking no for an answer.” He proceeded to throw his car keys to Connor on the side. He caught the keys in one swift motion but was confused.

You smiled at Hank, you were very grateful.

“Be a dear and drop Y/N off at her place.” He instructed Connor.

“But what about you Lieutenant?” Connor asked him as Hank continued to walk back inside the apartment.

“I gotta secure things here before Fowler comes breathing down my neck again.”

And with that, Hank disappeared behind the glass automatic doors of the apartment complex. Connor stood there for a good few seconds, car keys in his hand before you hopped off the trunk of the police car.

“Shall we?”

*~*

The car ride was quiet but comforting with you occasionally asking Connor questions, and him giving you simple, but sweet answers. You found Connor’s driving very relaxing in comparison to Hank’s more rash and unpredictable driving which left you feeling slightly nauseous.

“Connor?” your broke the few minutes of silence that was encompassing the atmosphere of the 1980’s Chevrolet sedan.

“Yes, Miss L/N.”

You chuckled, “Okay, first of all; stop calling me that. Call me by my first name, and that without the ‘Miss’ in the beginning. It makes me feel old.”

You caught a small almost unnoticeable smile playing on Connor’s mouth.

“Okay, Y/N.”

You gazed at him as his eyes stayed fixed on the road, concentrating on the control of the steering wheel.

“So…” you started, “I’m guessing you’ve dealt with deviants before?”

“Yes, a few months back. A deviant was threatening to jump off a balcony with a little girl.” He replied.

“Shit…and you managed to save her?”

“Yes.”

You looked out the window, it was starting to rain again. The raindrops that laid on the window shone like diamonds from the light of the street lamps. You observed the streets, it was filled with people getting home from a Thursday night of working. You saw some ordering their androids around, some even pushing them to the ground in spite. You understood that androids were designed and created for the purpose of serving humans, but you never understood people abusing and shouting or even destroying their androids. The fact that an average android costs about nine thousand dollars, it baffled you to think that people would even try to physically abuse them.

Since they’re so expensive, you’d think that people would be careful with them? But they treated them like animals. No, worse than animals. Worse than objects.

You turned to Connor, his eyebrows slightly converged as he tried to maneuver through peak Detroit traffic.

“You know, she wasn’t going to kill me.” You watched Connor’s expression twitch a tiny bit as he registered what you said.

“The probability of the deviant cutting your throat was at 99%.” He stated.

You looked back at the window, “Emotions can make humans unpredictable. We may be about to kill someone, but that probability can change from 99% to 0% very fast. Maybe it’s the same with the deviants. But they’re so new to emotions that they get confused. Humans can identify, understand and describe their emotions. These deviants can’t.” you rested your head against your hand, “They need our guidance. But we aren’t ready to give it to them.”

Connor was processing everything you said. Normally he would have an answer or reply for everything being said, however he found himself unable to find a proper response for you. You made him think, made his processors wander. He was contemplating.

/SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^/

“Who’s ra9?” you pondered, “The deviant said ‘May ra9 save me’ before killing herself.”

“According to my previous cases with deviants, ra9 is their savior. The first android to go deviant. The one who will set them free. An android that I had interrogated a few days back prepared an offering to a ra9 idol. I assume it may be a coping mechanism for the deviants.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “They made their own religion?”

“I presume so.” Connor replied.

“Maybe they’re not so different from humans after all.”

When you both reached your destination, Connor insisted on escorting you to your floor. He was such a gentleman to you. Your apartment building was slightly larger than the one you had just visited, the people renting the apartments were much more…’higher’ in the income class. You were just very grateful that you had managed to find an affordable studio apartment in a relatively safe area. You were damn lucky.

The rain had stopped a while ago, leaving the air chilly and slightly humid. Hot vapor escaped your nose as you breathed, the tip of your nose already slightly red from the cold.

Connor observed the hot vapor coming out from you, and sometimes from your mouth when you breathed out. You were mesmerizing.

Connor suddenly felt perplexed about this new found feeling towards you. After your near-death experience, he couldn’t help but have the need to protect you. He concluded that you gave off a comforting presence around him. He could not exactly find words to describe what he felt around you. Which astonished him as he always had words to describe everything.

You made him speechless; your words, the way you spoke to him, your kindness.

/SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^/

This was the fourth time this error showed for him today. The second time being when the deviant held the knife against your fragile neck. He was ready to lunge at the deviant. It was slightly confusing to him. Several scans were done in order to find a problem in his systems. But nothing. He should perhaps inform Lt Anderson on this.

You fumbled through your bag to find your keys as both you and Connor were approaching the door to your studio apartment .

“Yes! Got em.” You exclaimed happily, unlocking the door at once.

Connor was fascinated by how you, despite going through what should have been a traumatic experience for humans, were completely carefree. Connor scanned your little apartment, it was slightly messy, but it was…’cozy’.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” You extended your arms towards the close space area, “It’s small, but it was the cheapest rent rate I could get in this city.”

You placed your handbag on the small table next to the main door.

“You live alone?” Connor asked, walking into your apartment, scanning everything and anything all at once.

“Noooo. I have a roommate, I wouldn’t be able to afford this place on my own.”

Connor noticed a picture of you and another woman stuck to the refrigerator via a magnet. He scanned the woman in the photo who was standing next to you. Her details popping up on his HUD.

Belucci, Claire

Born: 8/23/2018 || Student at Wayne State University

Criminal record: Drunk Driving

Connor watched as you hurried around the apartment, putting things away in a disgruntled manner.

“I swear, no matter how matter how many times I tell her to put things away, she doesn’t put it away.” You grumbled to yourself.

“Why don’t you buy an android?”

You laughed, “I’m broke, Connor. I can’t even afford a new coffee machine. Besides, having someone else clean up my stuff unsettles me.” You continued to clean around the apartment.

Connor noticed the speed at which you were cleaning. The living room and kitchen was clean within the matter of a few minutes. He was also fixed on the fact that you used the word ‘someone’ to refer to a housemaid android. As if the androids were people.

You saw that smile again on Connor. It made you feel happy that you made him smile, do something that might’ve been against what he was programmed for.

Connor noticed the time on the hanging clock in your living room. It was getting late.

“I must be getting back to Lt Anderson.” Connor stood there, waiting as you finished up on wiping the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, you don’t want Mr Grumpy Pants cursing and wondering where the hell you are.” You giggled to yourself, imagining a very irritated Hank Anderson standing outside the apartment complex, yelling to the sky ‘Fucking androiiiiidsss!!!’

Connor nodded at you, turning around he was about to leave when you called out to him. Your voice resonated in his ears, he had never heard his name spoken out so soft before.

He turned, wondering what you wanted to say.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at him, your eyes gleaming with slight joy, and another emotion that he could not quite describe.

Connor smiled back with equal warmth, “I will see you tomorrow Y/N.” he nodded to you. He turned around, closing the door gently behind him.

Connor felt a sudden emptiness encompass him as he strayed further away from your apartment. All the way down to the lobby and out of the apartment complex; your face was on his mind, your voice resonated in his audio processors, your smile making his thirium heart pump faster. Was this the attraction humans felt towards each other? He had researched on certain kinds of attraction between humans for investigation purposes. They’re heart beats faster too, they start to feel hot and imagine that they’re embarrassing themselves every second.

Connor noted your heart beating faster whenever you spoke to him. But why would a human be attracted to an android? He found it absurd. Yes, maybe he did have the conventional attractive features according to human standards of beauty, but he was made of biocomponents, and you were of flesh.

You were perhaps nervous. After all, you could have almost died. Connor wondered if there was anything wrong with his biocomponents? Reporting this to Cyberlife would not prove efficient however, they would deactivate him at once. That would certainly be detrimental to his main investigation.

For the first time, Connor felt very confused with himself.

And it all started with that smile of yours.

Tag(s): @hungoverhellhound

270 notes · View notes

juniperwrites · 6 years

Text

Well, I’ve officially fallen in love with these characters. I plan to do more with them in the future, so be on the lookout! Reblogs are always welcome, btw!

“First Impressions are...Something”

Marvin quickly realized that hiding a loud and curious zombie was not easy. Especially when said zombie was confused about what he could and could not eat.

“Robbie, NO! Don’t eat my books!” “Mh?” Robbie looked up at Marvin with a half-shredded page dangling from his mouth, drool covering what remained in his lap. Marvin sighed and quickly took the papers from the zombie. “We’ve been over this, you can only eat what’s on the plate.”

“Mmm...” Robbie hummed and pointed to the foam plate, which was barren and riddled with teeth marks. The magician picked up the dish and tossed it in a nearby trash can. “I see that you ate everything, but that doesn’t mean that you eat my things. OR that you eat the plate.” The zombie sighed dejectedly and hung his head. “Sor....ee”

Marvin couldn’t stay mad at Robbie for long; he was trying his best, after all. “Ah, it’s ok, Robbie. You’re getting better. At least you didn’t eat my bed this time.” He ruffled the shorter ego’s head and the two laughed at the memory.

“Hey, and you remembered ‘sorry’! Nice job!” Robbie grinned, “Guh...g-ood?” “Yeah, that’s good Robbie!” The zombie squealed and clapped, hugging Marvin tightly. The magician patted the other’s back in response.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, ok? I grabbed some burgers from a new place down the road, I though that you might want to try them!” “F-ood...Good!” Robbie clapped again. Marvin chuckled. “Yep, I hope that it’s good food! One second!” With that, he left the bedroom and shut the door behind himself.

Usually when Marvin left the room, he locked it behind himself to make sure that the zombie stayed put. This time, however, he forget in his excitement. He realized this flaw once he reached the kitchen. ‘Well, it’s not like he really knows how to use door knobs.’ Still, he rushed to get back upstairs.

Sitting in the room waiting for Marvin to return with his dinner, Robbie could hear the noises of the rest of the house. The door muffled the sounds enough so that he couldn’t make out any words, but he could still make out a distinct yell and someone running. “Want to play too’” he thought.

He remembered what Marvin had told him, that the other egos may be nervous when they first met him. ‘They’ll love you when they get to know you, it’s just...they aren’t sure of things they don’t know a lot about.’ Robbie frowned, remembering how that had made him feel sad. Marvin had hugged him and smiled, wiping away his tears before they fell. ‘But you’ll like them once you meet them, trust me! Everyone is really nice! Let me tell you about them: Schneep is a doctor that helps people feel better, Jameson doesn’t talk, but he uses his hands to show how he feels, Chase is really cool...’

“Want to play too” Robbie decided, pulling himself up onto slightly unsteady legs. He shuffled to the door and narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar door knob. He’d watched Marvin use it to leave, but had never touched it himself. It felt cold on his clammy fingers.

“C-col...” he muttered, remembering the word Marvin had taught him. He wrapped his hand around the metal and pulled. The door remained shut. “Mmf!” With a grunt, he threw all of his weight into the wood. Finally, a crack appeared in the door frame.

Grinning at his success, Robbie did it again. The door fell off its hinges with a resounding crack, silencing the argument in the hallway. “GOOD! MAR, GOOD!” He clapped and pushed away the splintered door, only to see four shocked faces staring at him.

His brain slowly tried to find the right word, the one that Marvin had taught him to say whenever he met someone new. “H-Hiiiiii!” His rotted teeth leered at the egos, his decayed body only intensifying the effect.

Before anyone could move, Marvin ran up the last few steps. He came to a screeching halt at the scene. “Robbie! That’s bad!” He frantically rushed to the zombie and gently took his hands in his own. “Are you hurt? Did you get a splinter?”

Marvin was pulled from the zombie by a strong pair of arms. “Marvin! Vhat are you doing?!” Jackieboy Man quickly positioned himself in front of the struggling magician, Schneeplestein trying to hold him. “Stand back, I got this!” “NO!” Marvin’s shriek was lost in the zombie’s wails.

“NO! No hur...Mar!” Robbie tried to make his way to the magician, only for the superhero to hold him back. “Woah, take it easy!” Jackieboy’s attempt to console the zombie was futile - he began to flail wildly in an attempt to get to Marvin.

“The heck, Marvin?!” Shawn Flynn joined the German doctor in holding back the magician. “Why’s there a zombie in the house?!” Jameson slowly made his way to stand behind the superhero, cautiously watching the zombie. Marvin was hysterical. “He...I..I brought him here! He won’t hurt anyone! Trust me!”

Shawn never had the chance to reply as a door slammed open nearby. “What’s it take to get a nap ‘round here?!” The glitching ego stomped down the hallway to meet the others. “Seriously, it seems like every time I try to get some shut eye, you guys keep me up instead!!!” He finally paused to take in the scene. “Why’s Davy Copperfield captive?” He glanced at the other end of the hall, where Robbie had paused in his struggle.

Anti made his way to stand in front of Jackieboy Man. “Well, well, well, what’s goin’ on?” “What’s it look like, Anti? We’ve got a zombie in the house!” Antisepticeye glanced at the purple-haired zombie, who seemed awestruck by his green glitches. “An’ you’ve all got a demon in the house, why are you so surprised?” He knelt down until he was level with the zombie.

“Hey, ya’ got a name, kid?” Robbie struggled to form his mouth into the right syllables, but he remembered his lessons with Marvin. “Ro...Rob-bie” His eyes suddenly welled up with tears and he reached out to Anti. “No...ba-ad...good” He fell into the demon’s arms and sobbed. “Mar, wan’ Mar!”

Schneeplestein and Shawn released Marvin, who ran to land beside the glitch. “Robbie, I’m here” The zombie turned to sob into the magician’s cape, but maintained a death grip on Anti’s shirt. “No bad...Rob-bie goo-ood!” “Yes, you’re good Robbie. You’re good, not bad.” Marvin gently stroked the zombie’s violet hair.

Once his sobs settled into quiet sniffs and small whimpers, Robbie sat back to look at the other egos with hesitant eyes. “Wh-why...hur...Rob?” The egos in question turned their eyes down to the floor, ashamed. Jameson alone approached the three cautiously, kneeling beside the zombie with a sorry smile. He signed to Marvin, who translated for Robbie.

“Jameson says he’s sorry. They got scared because they...weren’t expecting you to appear like that. But it’s ok, he wants to get to know you. He knows what it’s like to not be understood.” Jameson grinned sheepishly as the last sentence was said, patting his mouth and shrugging.

Robbie smiled and reached out for the silent ego’s hand. “Ro-bbie.” He said and rigidly shook the other’s hand. Jameson grinned widely, signing more to Marvin. “He says that it’s nice to meet you. He hopes that they didn’t scare you too much.” Robbie laughed. “Rob...more...scrr...” Jameson laughed silently and patted the zombie’s head.

One by one, the other three egos apologized and were promptly forgiven. Robbie was more interested in who they were. Jameson was quick to show Robbie his speech slides, which could appear in lieu of him signing his thoughts (the zombie loved the glow that accompanied them, and the ‘magical’ appearance of them). Shawn Flynn brought out a few stuffed toys, even giving one to Robbie. Schneep brought out his hidden lollipop stash and gave Robbie a handful (much to Marvin’s horror). Jackieboy Man approached the zombie seemingly for a hug, but instead gently lifted them a few feet into the air. “ ‘gain! Do...’gain!”

Finally, it was late and everyone decided it was time for bed. “Wait, where’s Robbie gonna sleep?” The question brought everyone’s attention to Marvin. “Well, he’s been sleeping in my bed-” “But zhat can’t be comfortable, can it?” Marvin shrugged. “We manage, he tends to hug me in his sleep.”

“He can sleep in my room. I have that spare couch.” Anti’s suggestion was met with five matching expressions. “Are ya’ sure, Anti?” The glitch shrugged. “Why not? He can sleep on my bed. I don’t usually use it, anyway.” Marvin turned worried eyes to Anti. “He doesn’t like the dark, do you-” “I have some lights in there.” “He needs soft things-” “He can bring anything he needs from your room, and I have blankets laying on the bed.”

Marvin worried his lip, but paused when Robbie tugged on his cape. “Mar? Rob...slee wif...An-tee?” Marvin smiled. “Only if you want to, do you want to have a sleepover with Anti tonight?” “Slee...ohvrr?” Anti couldn’t hide his grin. “Yeah, kid, sleepover. It’s where you get to stay up late, eat junk food, and have fun until you fall asleep. Sound good?” Robbie’s eyes practically sparkled as he stood up. “An-tee good...need sof” With that, he shuffled into the magician’s room to find his ‘soft’ blanket.

“Aw, is someone turning soft?” Jackieboy’s taunt fell on deaf ears. “So what if he’s sleepin’ with me? Marvin’s gonna throw his back out tryin’ to contort so Robbie doesn’t fall off the bed. ‘Sides, I need a partner in crime to prank you guys.” He cackled at the hero’s expression, slapping the other’s back and going back to his room.

“I won’t corrupt him...too badly.”

#robbie the zombie #antisepticeye #marvin the magician #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #doctor schneeplestein #jameson jackson #shawn flynn #my writing #jse egos #jacksepticeye

168 notes · View notes

jackie-says-stuff · 6 years

Text

Stranger Things Season 3 Predictions

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 LAST WARNING: HERE THERE BE SPOILERS.

Okay, first of all: remember my s1 theoryrant and predictions for s2? This one? I WAS RIGHT!! Ahem. The show doesn't bash you over the head with the concept, Moffat-style, but it's mentioned often enough that the anger and rage in El is what created the Upside-Down and subsequently the Demogorgon in Season One, and now that they've employed the same tactic of riding the 4th wall again in Season Two, I was also right about the kids' complaints about Mike's campaign in the end of S1 foreshadowing what would be important in S2. I was also right about Will being this season's Big Bad. The rot: did you notice when Hopper bites the apple in s2e1 that it's on the verge of getting old and that's why he spits it out? Nice little setup for season two's plot.

Here's my predictions for the upcoming Season 3:

(1) Papa actually is alive again. Sniveling Employee* didn't make that up. Technically, El did.

Remember the flashback scene that shows what happened as soon as El landed in the Upside-Down at the end of season one? There's nothing in there with her, but when she breaks through the conveniently located hole in the wall back to reality, there's a giant blood smear tracking past it - from the group that died, including Papa, to the exit.

It's a repeated theme that "life, uh... life finds a way", (not an accidental Jurassic Park reference, especially considering the way the Demodogs moved like raptors when the lab was closed), and it's also repeated several times that El's unresolved emotions about Papa will fester and grow until she faces them.

When El brought the Demogorgon back into the Upside-Down, part of it escaped through that hole, possessed Papa, and dragged his body outside. Season Three's main Big Bad is going to be Zombie Papa, foreshadowed by Will being called "Zombie Boy" repeatedly, and Dustin's mention of a zombie army being the only thing able to kill a Mind Flayer in D&D.

(2) Speaking of Dustin, he and Hopper are going to be the spies, zombie army generals, or will start to grow rot next season.

Both of them - and only them - were infected by the puffs of what seemed to be seed pods in the tunnels under the pumpkin farm. (Nice reference to Back to the Future there, if you missed it, of them driving over the top of the sign that got run over by a car in the field, btw.)

I think season three will start with someone - probably Steve - having side effects in his ears that he didn't admit to at the time, making him Hear No Evil. Dustin clearly yelled, "it's in my mouth!", making him Speak No Evil, and Hopper will be See No Evil, the guy who’s typically the one person in the show who always sees a way out or path forward. Steve is too well-defined of a character to disappear, and the writers need some way of bringing back Nancy's love triangle struggle, since viewers like that shit, so that's why I say it will be him.

(3) Kali will return, but this won't be a happy reunion. Kali is the Indian goddess of Death, Time, Doomsday, and Destruction - and El broke Kali's heart when she left the way she did. ("Jane", btw, is referencing "Jane Doe", the name given to women victims who can't be identified.)

Kali's power is mental, but I think that also means that's how she can be affected. When they escaped Chicago, El's bag was left behind - likely with some identifying information as to where she came from. Kali will look for El, run into Zombie Papa, feel betrayed that El said he was dead when he "clearly" isn't, get mentally manipulated, and go on a hit mission to get her revenge on El.

Next season will be:

Mike getting used to Redhead Girl* and the schism that comes from her appearance,

El dealing with unresolved (and now both sentient and corporeal) feelings about Papa and her past,

Kali showing up at the wrong time to complicate things just enough to keep you holding your breath for a few episodes before she joins forces with El to defeat Papa,

Hopper, Dustin and Steve being taken over by the Upside-Down,

and Joyce and Hopper finally hooking up.

Now for the wild card: Redneck Asshole Brother*. The racist subplot here was really unnecessary and out of place. I really, really hope they don't pursue that, but his character arc could go a couple of ways. He hooks up with Mike's mom, and she literally becomes Mrs. Robinson. That part is almost guaranteed. It's less certain what happens from here. Mike's parents get divorced, foreshadowed by Max mentioning that her parents are divorced? Mike’s mom and Redneck Asshole Brother become a bigger racist subplot? (Netflix, just don’t.)

Best case scenario: he ends up not actually being an asshole or racist, and breaks his stereotype, (in the same way Steve broke the popular asshole stereotype in season one), when the world is about to end, Hopper/Dustin/Steve are out of commission, and they need someone to show up and help them at Zero Hour, then becomes one of the group through shared trauma.

I think I've typed enough for the moment. I'll write more after a rewatch, or at least after I've had time to think on this more.

*I can't be bothered to remember or look up their names at the moment, so this is what I'm going to call them for right now.

Edit: A few additional thoughts after thinking it over a bit more today...

(A) Will is probably going to have a continued amnesia problem in season three. We only see him awake and healthy in the cabin at the end. If the pathways the Mind Flayer dug in Will's mind work in any way like the tunnels under Hawkins, (and there's no reason to think they wouldn't, especially considering the brain scans we saw), it seems like this kid really can't catch a break.

(B) Why do they keep calling Will's shadow possession "a virus"? This is a show for nerds. They science all over the place in common conversation. So... why is a parasitic, symbiotic relationship between Will and the Mind Flayer called anything other than that? It can't be accidental.

(C) Remember when I said during my s1 rewatch last week that this all may be emanating from Mike, and his connection with El, rather than from Will's bad luck? This season has done nothing to convince me otherwise. Have you noticed that basically the only person who can snap Will back to reality... is Mike? And the one person he calls for when he's stuck in the Upside-Down... is Mike?

(D) Hopper didn't have a chance to think it through all the way with Scientist Guy*, but the tunnels under Hawkins that spread out like branches, starting from the "brain", seem to match the pattern of what a shadow from the Mind Flayer would take. When Will looks up and sees it in the sky, it has one central brain, and four appendages that touch down on Hawkins - possibly in the same locations that the tunnels spread out to?

(E) It's probably foreshadowing that Dustin and Lucas got interrupted before they could shake hands and make up, especially since the reason Dustin took in Dart was because he thought it was a friend of his, (because he needs more?), and he offered to let Max (hey, I remembered her name!) take his place in The Party.

(F) How the hell is Scientist Guy still around, anyway? Didn't Nancy blow everyone’s cover with a recording of his confession? These military people kill anyone who gets in their way. Why would Scientist Guy Joe Schmoe be any different?

(G) Where the hell is The Cure? We have an emo-ish dude who’s into dark music in the 80s, pining over some chick he’ll never get for two years straight, and we don’t get to hear the music that’s basically made for that shit?

#stranger things #stranger things season 3 #stranger things 2 theories #stranger things theories #stranger theories

40 notes · View notes

kaylacantadult · 4 years

Text

NaNo Day 1: Nightmare

Words Written: 1685

Total Word Count: 1685

Goal: 50,000 words

How it Went: Today was kind of hard for me, I’ve barely scraped my word count in at 11:45 (over an hour past my bedtime btw). It wasn’t my best writing; the wording is mediocre, the plot is nonexistent, the characters say things that don't make sense, and my details are vague, but you know what? I finished the day, and I like where it’s going and that's what really matters! This weekend is going to be tough for me because I have so many assignments to finish, but I feel really motivated to push through!

Content Warning: mentions of sex at the end. Nothing explicit.

Snippet of Prompt 1: Your nightmares start invading reality a little bit at a time.

It started a few months ago, out of the corner of my eye I would see it; a quick flash as I checked my rearview mirror, an odd reflection on windows as I passed. It was so dark it absorbed any light that came near it, it lived in perpetual darkness. It didn’t bother me at first. I was used to strange things happening around me. I had a knack for drawing the occult towards me. I was three when I met my first witch, seven when I found my first vampire, twelve when I accidentally found Mothman. Things that go bump in the dark don’t scare me because usually, they were actually pretty nice. The witch I met gave me a small pendant that I still wore around my neck. It was protection from the others that moved at night.

I’ve met ghouls, ghosts, were-creatures, giant spiders, reapers, angels, and devils, all of them perfectly nice, none threatening or mean. They just wandered the earth like I did, looking for some purpose to find. Once it began invading my life more, I invested in better locks for my doors and windows and started calling all the witches I knew for protection. I could hear it every night now, its talons scraping against my roof as I tried to sleep, its high pitched cry echoed through the valley every night.

It disappeared for the most part during the day. I would see it around corners, hiding from my view, non-threatening during the daylight hours. There would be massive, two foot long feathers invading my herb garden and gouges in the earth around my chicken coop.

I lived a little way out of the city, close enough that I could easily drive to pick up anything I might need, but far enough that I had space for a sustainable garden for myself, my animals, and enough spare leftovers to send boxes of vegetables to the food bank. Outside the city, I had the space to do my own thing, I didn’t have to worry about so many things showing up to bother me.

I was pulling weeds out of the garden today, I had tilled the land a week ago, but had gotten so caught up with dealing with the pixies’ problems that I hadn’t been able to get to planting. That was my plan for the weekend:

- Weed the plot

- Set up irrigation

- Plant

An easy enough plan for the weekend, especially since the tilling was done, and this was one of my smaller plots.

I readjusted my sun hat, pulling it to cover my face and my dark hair. My overalls were mud and grass stained from kneeling along the edge of my garden. My gardens were surrounded by a sturdy rock wall, just over waist high. It was covered in moss and vines. It’d been there for a long time and it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. There were a few colonies of dragon fly fairies that lived in the cracks and crevasses of the wall. In one corner of the yard, there was a weeping willow, with a small platform haphazardly nailed in between two branches; a makeshift tree house.

A small tapping came from the other side of the wall.

“I told you, Leif, not today,” I said, “I’m busy.” I yanked another weed out, its thorns doing its best to rip through my gloves.

“I was just wondering if-“

“No Leif.”

A small face peeked out over the top of the wall.

“Can I at least hang out?” he said. “It’s lonely out here.”

“You have 14 siblings Leif, how can you be lonely?”

“They don’t count.”

He plopped himself down beside me, his bare feet made indents in my soft tilled dirt. I scooped him up by his shirt collar and set him outside of the garden, I didn’t need him tamping down the earth.

“There’s milk in the fridge if you want it,” I said.

He shrugged. “Did you know there’s a bird in your yard.”

“There are lots of birds in my yard,” I said

“Yeah, but this is a big one.”

“I know.”

I had my first nightmare when I was six. I could still remember every detail perfectly. It repeated itself a few times growing up, but I hadn’t had it for years. No matter how old I was when I had the dream, inside it I was also just a little kid.

I was walking in the creek by myself. The cottonwood trees loomed up above, impossibly large, bigger than the whole world. It was daylight, but as I moved under the trees, it turned black as night. The sun disappeared completely behind the dense branches. I was sure that the trees had grown so tall they wrapped themselves around the sun and made it burn itself out.

My mom had been walking with me, but once we reached the trees she had disappeared, lost in the trees with the sun. I could feel it before I could see it. Smell it before I could hear it. I turned my back to the trees and ran. The dirt roads pounded under my feet. I couldn’t look behind me, but I knew it was there. I knew the road and didn’t at the same time. It looked the same as the ones I knew; tan dirt and desert brush surrounded me. The road crumbled at the edges, yellow grass, dry and hard as thorns ripped the dirt up at the sides. Cottonwoods gave way to mesquites and I was running down a road I knew and didn’t know.

I reached my house, a white mobile home, in the middle of a small plot. It was one street over from the freeway that ran through our small town. I locked all the doors, latched all the windows, and thanked the stars we didn’t have a chimney. I could hear it now, its heavy body on the top of our roof, scratching off the shingles. It smelled like every rotting thing I’d ever smelled. Fruit long fallen off a tree, the dead cow my mom and I had found on a hike, milk sat too long in the fridge, the leaves that collect in mushy piles in the fall.

I covered my nose and screamed.

Leif picked up one of the feathers. It was bigger than his entire body. The rank of death leaked out of every fiber.

“Put it down Leif,” I said. “You’ll catch something from it.”

He whipped it around like a sword instead.

“What is it doing here?” He asked.

“Things find me.” I adjusted the strap of my overalls, which kept slipping off my shoulder.

“Is it nice?”

“Not sure yet,” I said, pulling the last weed out of the land. The dirt was already pushed into perfectly aligned parallel lines. Satisfying to look at. I loved the smell of earth stuck under my fingernails. I could see the bird’s outline hiding within my weeping willow.

“Maybe we should get it a present,” I said. The terror that followed the bird shook me to my core, but all other scary things I had ever met were just misunderstood. Maybe this one was too. Leif followed close behind me as I went inside to grab salmon out of the freezer. It was rock solid, but I hoped the bird wouldn’t mind.

I marched my way over to the tree, glaring at the shadow within it. I shoved the fish into the branches, taking a breath when my hand disappeared into the shadow. I felt its beak gently take the fish out of my hand. Its eyes glowed through the branches, watching me as it ate.

Leif stood just behind me, watching the bird. His arms were wrapped around my knee, squeezing tighter as he watched it gobble down a fish the same size as him.

That night, there was no scratching on my ceiling, just the soft clambering of the bird curling up around the warmth of my chimney. It pecked a few times at the roof’s shingles, knocking them off just as it did last night. In the morning, I could see it at the edge of my freshly weeded garden, eating the scraps that had been left there the day before. It churred softly when I walked outside. I chucked another fish towards it. It snatched it up and darted back to the willow tree.

If it made a nest in my treehouse, I’d kill that thing.

I called a witch friend over that afternoon She took one look at it and told me it was my baby. My forgotten dreams needed to be remembered and showed themselves, invading their way into our lives. She made a pot of too-strong-tea and lectured me about the strength of memories for longer than I thought possible. I made cucumber sandwiches because that’s what felt right.

“Traumas need to be acknowledged.” She said, “Your brain knows that even if your heart doesn’t. That’s why you made him show up.”

We watched as the bird climbed on my wall and tip toed carefully around its ridge, its massive frame looming, carefully balanced.

She stripped my shirt off as she explained it and unclasped my bra in an overly businesslike manner. I ran my hand through her buzzed short hair, marveling at its fuzziness.

Her skirt dropped in a puddle on the floor and she tugged me up the stairs in my too-tight house.

“Tell me about the dream again. Maybe there’s a deeper meaning we can find.”

I grinned back, following her trailing hands, “Yeah. Maybe there is.”

We watched the bird that night, wandering around its new space, it found the river and ate so many salmon that I was afraid it would kill them all off. My witch cozied up against me. We were squished in my loft bed, overlooking my too small cottage. She looked over at me and grinned, she liked a new project.

#nanowrimo #day 1 #goal reached #writeblr #fiction #short story #flash fiction #writing prompt

0 notes