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poobtato · 1 year
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TW: mention of murder
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sebastiansideris · 1 month
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Location: Barber Q, Queens (Neutral) Time: Open hours Who: Anyone
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"Γειά σου!" He greeted in Greek, before remembering to speak English. "Hello! Are you my next customer?! I do love people that comes in a bit before their appointment." They said with the music blasting behind him. "Want something to drink before we start?" Sebastian might not have been as joyful as Vanja, but they were still very hyper for the common folk. And when it wasn't the way he was greeting people, their clothes spoke for themselves really.
And today was a beautiful day, the music was good, customers were being generous with their tips, staff was happy (they always were, but just being happier today), they had beaten someone to death a few days ago, sex and alcohol had been good last night. All the more reasons to be in a good mood!
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Denton: so if someone was threatening you and-
Denton slamming his hands on Race’s desk: GIVE ME YOUR PHONE OR I’LL KILL YOU!
Race throws his phone across the room
Race: I uh, I panicked
Denton: yeah that’s a good example of what not to do
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damagedward · 11 months
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𝘕𝘰 — 𝘐 𝘞𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘈 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙
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*** ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ ***
tw: dark themes , tw: mature themes , tw: abuse , tw: mention of abuse , tw: 21+ , tw: mention of death , tw: mention of murder , tw: patricide
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She had always had a heart , but over time that had grown cold , frozen over , become a sealed vessel . It only lead to hurt , pain , false hopes and dreams .
Her entire life from the start to now had been nothing but one long nightmare , in all aspects . Family ? They wanted her dead . Raised a hand to her , had shackled her . Friends ? Had tried to poison her , attempted to end her . Romance ? Well she had ruined her chances at that long ago hadn’t she ?
She had been driven out of her home , a bastard son , named a Prince as she was stripped of her titles .
𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 — because she’d had enough and snapped , tried to hurt him ( Arthur ) for the first time .
After that the only surprise had been when she first ran and their father actually sent out men to find her , he wanted her back home , and for sometime she had wished and hoped it was for and with good intention , that he may actually care .
It wasn’t the case —
She finds herself constantly on the run for months , sometimes closer to the kingdom than any of them would’ve ever suspected but she knew she couldn’t go back for real unless at least Uther was handled .
So a plot began in her mind , she began to figure out how to kill the king .
He never saw it coming in the end , as she came to him , in the middle of the night , she awoke him with a blade to his neck …
“Don’t —,” she shushes him as his eyes widened and his lips parted to scream she’s sure .
“Did you think I’d never come back ? Or let myself be caught ? I had to come back , because you need to pay .. for all you’ve done and all you’ve yet to do .”
He had shaken in her hold , she had felt powerful then , felt that perhaps she had the upper hand to him for once . It had always terrified her how with all her powers she was so weak and useless to him and against him .
“Do you truly hate me so much ?” He had asked as she pressed the dagger against his throat , he’d have felt that , the difference in pressure .
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She hissed .
She had ended him , his blood had been on her hands in all senses that night .
Even after having washed herself raw she had still seen the stains , she had gone mad that night in her tower . The tower she had once been chained in , imprisoned in many times . It had become her secret hideaway . And how twisted it was to be there now after finally finishing him .
As the word had spread they had come for her , her brother and now his men .
“How could you be so heartless ?! He was our father ?!”
“HE WAS A MONSTER !”
The arguments had fallen to deaf ears . She had finally stood for herself and naturally the result was she be pushed down immediately .
“I wasn’t always like this —,” she had tried in a last attempt before vanishing in a whirlwind of magic .
“I know ,” the new King would say as the dust settled and his eyes had remained glued to the place she’d just been .
She knew from then on that no one would ever see anything she did as good for anyone , not even herself . And she knew he had raised hand to her brother as well , yet he held his sword to her neck rather than aiding in her mission that night .
How many times could one be told they were worthless ? Be pushed and beaten down , physically , mentally — how lunch longer would she had endured and how much more ‘heartless’ would she be when it was all said and done ?
It had worn her down , and she had resorted to this as her solution , she had tried her brother but that had just caused her more issue so why not go for the main source . And she had .
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Writing Prompt #733
TW: Mentions of murder and experiments
Villain sneered, tossing aside the set of important documents. Well, they used to be important to them. But not anymore. Especially now that they had deciphered what Hero had written on them.
"Testing of Civilian is going according to plan. They do not suspect me of having orchestrated the murder of our parents or that we are even related. They are taking the power suppression pills I have recommend to help "ease" their depression. They are showing promising signs of developing a similar but smaller power to mine," The document had read.
And that was just the first page. Not even the first page, it was the starting paragraph. The more Villain had read, the more disgusted they were with Hero. All Villain did was rob banks and con at fancy parties but Hero was out here experimenting on innocent people.
They wanted to throw up. Had the urge to get a gun and shoot Hero. But that urge would be satisfied later. For there was planning to be done if they wanted to stop the liar that was Hero.
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suvarnarekha · 2 years
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"judiciary is an impartial, licit body that enforces the rule of law"
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tempest-toss · 10 months
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🔐 + Lazarus!
It was a pleasant sunset that day.
Amritkala, Darnell, Vadim, Celestino and yourself were hanging with the others at the local trainyard. Some of you were performing graffiti and the others were just lounging around listening to some music. The Expressionists were spread out throughout the lot.
An explosion happened. One of the break vans exploded. There were shouts. You and the others rushed in.
Mary died. The first aid lady who joined for her ability to heal with the color red. She was dead. Somebody killed her. While others mourned, you became very angry, Vadim as well. She was like a sister to you, and now she's dead.
You take out your switchblade and pop it in and out three times before stabbing a piece of explosive. The color bleeds in a direction of people.
Insurgency.
The Foundation is fighting them. Normally you would care the least what those stuck up clods do, but right now you have a common enemy.
The Insurgency thought they could get away with killing an innocent? Well, it'll be hard to fight two-on-one.
You put on your shades, dust off your punk leather outfit, and run your switchblade through your hair. You run to aid the Foundation, your fellow Expressionists following suit. The Insurgency would fear artists from this point on. Especially after they witness you plunge your blade into the throat of the exploder.
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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 11 months
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Ambition Part 2
Ambition part 1
Sumary:Just as she thought she outsmarted Riley, Sarabeth encounters an unwanted surprised as she is forced to stay.
Relationships: None/Mention of boyfriend
This is part of a crossover with @dolly-royal for our "Duality AU", some concepts might appear in my cannon divergent AU too. I might write a prequel focused on Randy meeting with Mortimer. I will heavily suggest that you read part 1 first to understand how Beth got into the place and why Scout is referred to Hannah in this.
Slight trigger warning for mentions of death characters, implications of cults, and mind games
"This is a restricted area, you know? Well, it was in plain show before." A vaguely familiar British voice spoke. Beth froze in place as the door shut behind her. Mortimer humorously took a sip of his cup. "Oh, you look so much like your dear late great aunt! Come and take a seat, I promise not to taunt."
Out all the rooms Sarabeth Jenkins could go, she had to enter Mortimer's office of course! Trying to hide the fact that she was desperate to leave, Beth gave Mortimer a gentle (well, rather forced) smile as she tried to reach for the doorknob. Mortimer didn't seem to fall for this as he said.
"Don't try to flee, I have put a spell on the door to prevent you to leave." He said with calmly but with a rather serious tone. "Like I said before, I promise not to harm you, so I don't wish to alarm you. Take a seat, dear. I am sure exhausted from trying to get things clear."
He lazily gestured the empty chair in front of his desk. Something inside Beth told her that it was better to sit instead of trying to play with Mortimer's temper. So, she took the seat, giving a casual glance to the door to see the doorknob was missing, before taking a sit. She clutched Hannah tightly to soothe herself.
"I see that you were curious about the spell I use. It was an old magic trick, I often love to produce." Mortimer explained with some chuckles. "I often use it to mess up with my peers. You know to bring them good cheers."
"I see. That's a good joke." Beth muttered unsure of what she was doing. She was basically stuck inside an office with Mortimer. The leader of those murderous puppets.
"Tea?" Mortimer asked raising his kettle and a cup. "I promise it's not poisoned, but well I hope you find it rather wholesome. It's a recipe your Great Aunt left, and I am sure you will like it quite well." He said as he served her some tea.
Beth hesitantly took the cup. She closed her eyes and took some sips. It wasn't bitter but had a hint of lemon and ginger. It reminded her of her late Grandmama Rosemary when Beth was tree.
"Familiar, eh?" Mortimer chuckled as he took another sip. "Amy and father adored having tea, it is a shame of what came to be from them."
Beth frown momentarily as she stared at the cup in front of her. Finding her voice, she stared at the puppet in front of her and asked.
"You knew Amyrose Kruber?" Beth asked. Mortimer stared at her with amusement.
"Yes. I am surprised that you didn't ask how I knew you were her grandniece." Mortimer chuckled to himself as he put the cup down.
Beth's eyes widened. Did he say a sentence without rhyming?!
"You didn't rhyme..."Beth muttered.
"I beg your pardon? I think I heard your ramble..." He snickered at her as he teased. "Go ahead ask your questions, after all I don't mind your suggestions."
"You can speak without rhyming." Beth stated. Mortimer nodded still staring at her with amusement, almost as if she was an amazed little girl who witness a magician trick. "If you can speak normally, why don't you do it then?"
"What is the fun in doing that? After all it is a fun way to mess with ya." Mortimer explained. "Life is too short my dear for just sitting down and doing things without a charm. So, I chose to rhyme all the time and make my mind think into something without doing much harm."
Not sure how to take that, Beth simply settled with "I see."
"Now, you can ask your real questions, Sarabeth." Mortimer said, this time choosing not to rhyme.
"Oh, so you will just go on and off with Rhyming, huh?" Beth commented sipping her tea. Mortimer just stared at her with his smile. Taking this as a yes, she decided to get into some real questions. "How did you know my name?"
Mortimer raised an eyebrow at her and ask rhetorically. "Don't you think Riley would share? Of course, that I was the one that she would not hesitate to spill it out without dropping a hair."
Beth mentally facepalmed at her own stupidity.
"You are tense, as far as I can tell. So let me give you a Handee hand to avoid any fail." Mortimer suggested. "Did I have not mentioned you were Amy's Grandniece, or are you missing a piece?"
Oh, yeah. How did he figure that out?
"Well, ummm how did you know Amy was my great aunt?" Beth asked leaning on Mortimer's suggestion.
"I did not." Mortimer said calmly.
"Then why did you-"
"But your face looked vaguely familiar. It takes a meticulously eye to recognized you have similar eyes as your aunt's." Mortimer explained as he interrupted her protest "You faintly look just like her, so I was curious that was a correct infer.”
“So, I confirmed your theory when I asked if you knew my great aunt.” Beth sipped her tea. Mortimer once again nodded as he reached for the kettle.
“Rather slippery of you, dear.” Mortimer commented as he served himself more tea. He glanced at Beth and asked “More?”
“Yes, please”
He served her some more.
“I have some biscuits if you like, I am sure you’ll find them to be a delight.”
Mortimer gently slid some jammed filled cookies towards Beth. She gave them a glance hesitant to try them. She was about to decline the offer, saying that she wasn’t hungry until her stomach growled. The last time she ate something was before she even got into the warehouse, so it was hard to ignore the temptation of trying those delicious cookies in front of her. Part of her reminded her of the eminent danger of dealing with the puppets and the whole “Never take Candy from strangers”, but there was something particular in the way the green eyes of Mortimer sparkled
A vague glimmer that told her he was as honest as a mirror, and that she should take advantage of his hospitality.
So, she gave in, probably because her mouth was already watering from merely glancing the cookie and took a bite from one. Beth closed her green eyes savoring the sweet sugar and the slight bitterness of raspberry jam. Whoever made those cookies had a magical touch as Beth could help herself from getting more.
Mortimer took a noticed of this and added within some chuckles. “The wonders of Daisy’s cooking. Enough to even make humans fall into temptation.
Beth nodded in agreement before taking a sip from her tea. She stopped herself once she realized the fact that she was enjoying herself at the moment. Like she immediately forgot that evil puppets were chasing her over, and that Mortimer was the leader of the puppets that kidnapped, and murdered people. Why was she having tea and forgetting about her troubles for once? Why was Mortimer acting nicely to her and not telling Riley or any of the others that she was here with him? Unless Beth found herself walking directly into a trap, and Mortimer was merely buying them time to arrive.
Yet… Beth was more than sure that Riley would burst out of the door screaming all the ways she was going to make Beth pay for escaping her and using Rosco to her advantage….
“I see that you have another question in mind, so please do not hesitate to get it aligned.” Mortimer spoke, disrupting Beth’s thoughts as she yelped.
He was observant of her body language, and reactions. He could tell if Beth was happy or bothered by something. Was she that expressive?
Well, she did not even want to know or let the opportunity to get some straight facts for the puppet slide with her rambling thoughts. So, she forced herself to ask. “Why are you being nice to me?”
“Can I not?” Mortimer asked as he quirked an eyebrow. Beth became silent at his question, clearly unsure of what he meant by that.
“Well, I escaped Riley twice.”
“That is Riley’s problems not mine.”
“I basically vandalize in anger your place”
“We get idiotic children that do the same every year. Your point?”
“I did try to fight off Riley. Nick was in fact upset about that. Wouldn’t you be upset over that too?”
Mortimer took a pause to take a sip of his drink. His face was rather cold, although the permanent smile would not allow it to show. It was almost as if he was meditating before responding, which he settled on a “Yes. I was momentarily upset. I care for Riley as much as I am you care for someone so close to you.” He said vaguely gesturing to Hannah in her arms. “Yet, as much as Riley has proven to be helpful towards our plans, it is not the first time she caught herself in a fight.”
He took a moment to let out a disapproving sigh.
“That also includes that little group of yours…” Mortimer muttered. Beth naturally glanced at the Vox Veritas logo she had tattooed in front of her left hand. “Still, as much as racketing and disturbing your little group are to me, I am a man of manners out all senses.”
“So, this is not any pretend hospitality thing or something? You pretty much have me locked up and got me into drinking and eating from what you offered me. You could just kill me right this instant or-“
“Do not be foolish, girl. I am not Riley.” He hissed in offense as he took a sip from his tea. “I am patient with my plans and know exactly what strings to pull with my own hands.”
“So, you are genuinely showing hospitality.” Beth reasoned.
“Yes. I am honest with my words. I love to play fair and square.” Mortimer said putting his teacup down with some brute force, hinting that he was growing annoyed with Beth’s sudden paranoia.
“Sorry.” Beth found herself apologizing. There was just something in Mortimer’s voice that made her feel the need to quiet down and apologize.
Like when she called her mother back after a fight at the Wendy’s on Wednesday 3 years ago …
“I cannot really blame you. Riley has a tendency to get her way when I tell her no. You’ve been received with much hostility from her part, not to mention Nick has decided to jump on that track.” Mortimer commented with what could be described as a little sneer.  Beth could hear him muttering to himself "Sometimes that woman is a handful… "
That comment alone let Beth know she wasn't the only unfortunate to deal with Riley’s temperament…
“Anyways, let’s not focus on the gloom when we got so much to do.” Mortimer said as he changed the subject. He took some sugar lumps of sugar for his tea. He then stared at Beth with a much cheerful expression. “So, what have brought you to my office today?”
“I accidentally ended up in your office, and you took the doorknob away.” Beth muttered with some annoyance. Mortimer only snickered. “May I know why?”
“Let’s put it another way, dear.” Mortimer said as he placed his cup down. “You are now on the list of most wanted, and well fate has been cruel enough to bring you into someone you find unhearted. Yet, there are some guys looking for your head, and I am someone who genuinely wishes you well”
This had to do with something about Riley and the others chasing her, didn’t it?
“Need another hint?” Mortimer asked her when he noticed her silence.
“Yes please.” Beth said.
“Since I made clear that I do not intent to wish you ill, I am keeping my word at will.” Mortimer explained. “Yet I see that you’re a frightened kitten on the street, and you tend to run at everyone person from even with a shorter distance from you like 3 feet. Distrust is in your nature, and we were never proven to be very helpful…well regarding your personal opinion about our spectrum.”
With the new clue added in, Beth started to think deeply with a frown. The way he described her like a scared little kitten and the fact that she was in the list of most wanted…Obviously he meant that Beth was on a thin thread with Handeemen, but Beth couldn’t figure out what was the whole “Scared kitten portion.”
Well, yeah. As Anthony loved to point out, Beth admitted that sometimes she could have the temperament of a cat. Getting moody, fight when provoked, and wanting to be alone when stressed. Still. that wouldn’t make sense with the whole context. As far as she was concerned, Mortimer knew little about her (or at least she hoped), and she was sure Mortimer meant another thing with the kitten description.
Well, what else was in his riddle? She knew the puppets wanted her, so that crossed out the wanted list thingy. Mortimer recently made clear that he has no intentions into hurting her…yet. Well, then there was the kitten thing…and umm he did mention that distrust was in her nature. Well, she did have some trust issues coming into the studio, but Mortimer was well aware of that fact after their previous conversation. So, what was the correlation of kittens and distrust? Was it their nature? Well, in his riddle he did say she was distrustful by nature, so that was already implied as important.
So, there was a connection to kittens…
Cats were independent by nature. That was far fetch from the distrust thing. What would they do if they were afraid? They hide and run away. Her cat Catulu couldn't care less, but She had seen Muffin (her mother’s Siamese cat) do that many times when she heard the vacuum, or randomly got afraid by something and fled. That did correlate to Beth running and hiding from the danger (flight or fight) but yet…he did say something about a kitten fleeing or something from that matter. 
Well, Muffin did run away from the things that frightened her, including strangers and well humans. Beth wasn’t afraid of humans, but she was running because murderous puppets were after-
Oh. She was about to escape Mortimer when she entered the room. The answer was damn obvious, yet the magician puppet bastard was simply toying with her through going around the obvious and tricking her into solving a riddle instead! Beth could feel her hand tightening against the handle of the teacup Mortimer have to her. She clenched her teeth in anger, but forced herself to take big breaths.
Mortimer hasn’t actually done anything to harm yet. Yes, he did trick her into placing on Hannah, but that was it. The puppet man (or whatever to call an alive puppet) was more tame and well-behaved in comparison to Riley (although anyone look better in comparison to her...), still what would stop him from betraying her if Beth kept provoking him? So, she keep herself under control. 
“You…You took the doorknob away…because you knew I’ll escape.” Beth answered once she managed to calm herself a bit.
“Precisely.” Mortimer nodded as he intermingled his long claw-like fingers. He cleared his throat before changing his posture. “I am surprised you managed to keep yourself calm to the point that you don’t give a darn.” Before Beth could comment on this, he leaned a bit closer with a raised eyebrow. He appeared to be changing the subject, or at least the main focus. “Yet I have to admit you weren’t wondering why I wanted to keep you here. You did figure out my trick, but now I want to see where you really tick.”
Beth took a momentary pause. She was not going to let him trick her another time. He twisted simplicity once, Beth was not willing to let him twist it again for his entertainment. She let herself recall what just happened within the two. She then come to an answer that seemed to go according to what Mortimer seemed to be playing
“To…To talk? No- Yes….to talk.” Beth responded rather clumsily but firmly. Mortimer just stared at her. He did not show any kind of other expression. Beth fought the urge to slap the puppet in her growing frustration Still, she allowed herself one petty comment. “Since you decided to twist the obvious into riddles, I am assuming it’s talking.” 
“It didn’t take you that long to get it on your second attempt.”Mortimer remarked. 
Son of a…
“Anyways, I had my fun tricking your mind, so now let's get to the reason of why you are really here confined.” He continued on. Beth narrowed her eyes unsure what he meant. He took noticed of this and narrowed his eyes and asked in a sarcastic voice. “Don’t you have other worries to unwind?”
Oh, yeah. He most likely didn’t trap her just to play games and chat…
“What do you really want?” Beth asked as she leaned back. 
“Now we are asking the real questions. Now for your real question.”Mortimer beamed in satisfaction. He closed his eyes and answered her question with a sly smirk. “To talk”
“... you are just going to make go in circles, aren’t you?” Beth remarked already feeling her hands trembling with the cup. The urge to throw the peace of china at the puppet man. 
“Not exactly as per se. I do apologize for that temper to be increased, I couldn’t resist see the opportunity to how much you’ll contain your inner beast.” Mortimer explained. Beth narrowed her eyes at this. Mortimer continued nonetheless. “Anyways, we had our fun today, but now let’s get down to what we got to say.”
He took another pause to straightened his back and rest his arms and put a hand underneath his wooden chin. Beth noticed that his eyes became a little darker, and his expression was becoming much harder and colder. Beth’s anger slowly dissolved into a slight sense of dread. “In all serious manners, I have a small proposition for us to act upon Sarabeth. Are you familiar with the term Quid pro quo ?”
Yeah. It was the favorite dynamic of her late dad’s favorite book…
“I am familiar with the term, yes. I’ve seen it in “The Silence of the Lambs” it’s a movie, well also a book.” Beth explained. She never read the book, but rather watched the movie. It was quite a while ever since she watched it, and she couldn’t remember the exact definition, still she gave it a try. “I think it is about me telling you something and you tell me something in return.”
“It is more about an exchange rather than telling; but yes. You tell me something and I’ll tell you something.” Mortimer clarified, he fixed his monocle before continuing. “Are you onboard on that?”
Almost naturally, the first response that come out from Beth’s mouth as a big “No!”
Mortimer didn’t seem surprised at her sudden reaction. Instead, the crossed his arms and huffed almost as if Beth was merely joking with him. Beth couldn’t figure out what did he found hilarious. Neither he was bothering to satisfy that slight curiosity as he simply asked “Do you want to turn this opportunity down?”
Beth already had her answer at the tip of her tongue, but was she really sure about that? 
Yeah, the puppet man did trap her over and messed up wither her mind to go around the obvious. She had more than enough reasons to get the hell out as far as she cool; but, the more she thought about it, the more she realized Mortimer was giving her an opportunity to get to the button of so many questions she had. Why what their obsession with bringing the show back? What was even their plan to begin with? how did they manage to remain suspicious?
And….where was her Anthony? Mortimer…the puppets…they probably knew…
This was her opportunity. She could get the answer that has been plaguing her mind for many years since he disappeared without a trace…
“No…I don’t…” She muttered. She raised her face as her green eyes were in locked with his. Her lips trembled as she try to maintain her posture as she said. “I do. I do accept your little offer…”
“Wonderful, dear” Mortimer beamed. His permanent smile seemed to grow bigger, or perhaps a trick to Beth’s eyes. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
“There is one condition….” Beth muttered. This time she wanted to make sure she was going to get the full story out this and everything without the son of a bitch trying to make it into a game.
“Well?” Mortimer raised an eyebrow expectantly at Beth, waiting for what she would say. 
“No mind games.” Beth said in a rather cold tone. “If I am going to participate in this little “Quid Pro quo” thing, I would politely request that no mind games are used.” Mortimer stared at her. His smile remain, but his eyes became a little darker.
“Very well then!” Mortimer said in a cheerful tone. With a wisp of his hands she vanished the empty plates and crumbs from the cookies. Then, he made appeared some napkins and wipes. “Let’s make us look presentable this time around before we engage in our conversation again.
Beth took some wipes, ignoring the creepily picture of Daisy Danger whipping a puppet like baby’s face from the mess they made. She started to feel a great sense of uneasiness as the situation and silence began to sink in. Once again she remembered that she was in a room all alone with Mortimer Handee. The boss of the puppets, the leader of their group. Who knew if Mortimer would be started to get bore and decide to pull another trick off his sleeve. What if he was buying time for Riley or the other handeemen to get her? Not to mention she would have to give him answers in order to get information from him. She couldn’t lie. He read her too damn well to figure out, and if she did, what would stop him from lying as well?
What if he lied to her about what happened to her Anthony Pierson?
Sarabeth had to play fair and square. That was what she understood…
“I’m…I’m ready.” Beth muttered as she threw a while in the nearest container. Mortimer was fixing his hat when he noticed she was speaking. He looked less friendly than before.
“Well, let’s start with making this fair.” Mortimer said as he fixed his sleeve, seemingly searching for something. He took a quarter out of it and slide it towards Beth. “Flip the coin. If it lands on heads, you ask the first question, if it lands on tails you’ll answer my first question. A good affair if I must say.”
“Sounds good to me…” Beth muttered as she hesitantly took the coin. She noticed it had the face of Mortimer instead of the usual head a normal quarter would have. She gingerly took the coin, tossed it and then flipped it.
It landed on heads.
“Seems that luck is a lady tonight! Mortimer chuckled before vanishing the coin with a twist of his hands. Beth twinkled her fingers, feeling the empty air and shivering at what just happened. Mortimer cleared his throat. “Are you ready, Sarabeth, dear?”
“Oh. Yes…yes.” Beth muttered. She took a sip of her warm cup of tea as she thought of her first question. She knew she had to start on rattle simply, feed a quick curiosity and getting to know how much did Mortimer knew about her, before she gave too much away or that she was Anthony’s girlfriend. She glanced down at Hannah and asked. “Umm what exactly happened to Hannah?”
“Scout Version 0.1?” Mortimer asked with some confusion as he glanced at Hannah. Beth nodded. “Peculiar name…”
“umm can we stay with the question, please?” Beth asked. Secretly enjoying the sight of getting Mortimer caught in thought. The old puppet nodded.
“I am sure before you escape your supposed surgery, Riley told you Scout Ver. 01 was unconscious.” Mortimer said. Beth nodded as she tried to fight the urge to sneer at the mocking voice Riley used when she explain to her that Hannah was unconscious. “What your little friend has going as a simple explanation. There is something in the host world called Anesthesia, isn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s used in surgeries to knock off patients so they can’t feel the pain during the surgery.” Beth recalled. Mortimer nodded.
“Precisely. This is not exactly anesthesia, but has a similar effect. The spell takes temporarily the consciousness of a puppet up to about one to four hours depending on the time limit I placed. Mortimer explain. “So your friend would be back in no time as the spells wears off in its slow pace.”
Well, that certainly took one of the doubts about how to fix Hanna back to her consciousness. One thing to worry less about.
“Well I answer your little question, so it’s time for me to continue this progression.” Mortimer spoke. He gave a small glance to Beth’s tattoo of the Vox Veritas logo before asking. “What exactly brought you down to the studio in the first place? And please don’t try to make it into a race”
Beth mentally smirked. He clearly wanted her to drop information about Vox Veritas, luckily she had an insane editor that made it easier to avoid giving the old man what he wanted. “I was visiting the studio as a Halloween report for my college editor. There were a few rumors about the place, and she thought it would make a good story for the holiday.”
Mortimer’s glimmer in his eyes started to fade as he said in almost a murmur. “I see…”
“Well, quid pro quo, sir.” Beth said remembering the way Clarice Starling said the line in the film. It was probably for dramatic effect, but Beth wanted to say it anyways although she was probably looking like a fool. “It’s your time to answer my question.” She paused for a moment thinking over the next question. This time she was going to hit him good. “How much you know about Vox Veritas?”
To her surprise, he smirked. “You are a smug little, girl aren’t you?” He purred with a devilish grin as he poured more tea into his cup. “You are quite smart, but certainly just as dense as your great aunt.”
“What?!” Beth asked with some offense by both insulting her late great aunt and herself. Not being aware that she raised her voice when she spoke. Mortimer, thankfully ignored her. 
“Vox Veritas? The voice of truth?” Mortimer asked in a seemingly teasing tone. Then it hit Beth what he actually meant. She gave away her groups’ name, didn’t she?
“Yes. I chose it.” Beth said. Remembering the cringe Randy had upon his face when she said the name of the group. Apparently he found it to be too in the nose, but the others like it fine. Pushing that memory aside, she forced herself to face the puppet man once again as she asked, in a much calmer tone. “Is it hilarious to you?”
“No. Not entirely.” He confessed as he took another sip of his tea. “I find it quite fitting, actually. I originally thought it was some sort of Scooby Dog gang type of thingy. You know, like that gang of careless teenagers and their talking Dog.”
Knowing that it was best to contain her temper, Beth pushed every single thought about jumping and attempting to strangle the wooden puppet aside. As much as she wanted to beat him up for comparing her and her Anthony’s organization, Mortimer Handee was still the man-puppet who she agree to get her answers from. 
Breathe in and out Beth. You are far mature and better than getting upset over a comparison to Scooby-Doo…
“I…I see, sir.” Beth settled on saying in a quiet tone, almost like a murmur. She tingled with her fingers momentarily before asking the man to return to the main topic. “Well, umm, how about we continue on with our Quid Pro Quo? You haven’t answered my question.”
“Well, certainly.” Mortimer said. “I know as much as Riley, Daisy, and….Nicholas, know about your little “Vox Veritas” pals. All we know is that a particular group of youngsters entered our little studio. Two girls and I believe four boys. They all wore that ridiculous triangle with the circle somewhere, so we knew they were together in there. Three survived, the other three died…I believe, unless circumstances with Riley took place.”
Beth stomach twirled. Three of them died….she didn’t know who out of the six, but…but they died. They were gone…and maybe one of those three….could be her Anthony Pierson. Her little investigator idiot…
“Why the long face, doll?” Mortimer asked in a somewhat warm but mocking tone. “Already finding our little quid pro quo a disgrace?”
“No…” She muttered as she straightened her shoulders. She was pale as a ghost and her heart was racing. The news were shocking, and her heart was slowly falling into pieces, but this is what she needed to expect if she wanted to get the old man to speak. No matter how much her heartache, she wanted to know the truth…then hopefully she would avenge the loss of those who perished… “No…I…I don’t regret it.”
It was partially a lie, but it was something she would eventually face nonetheless.
“Very well, then. I suppose it’s my turn now…” He muttered.
That’s how they pretty much spent the next few twenty minutes. He asked her questions about herself, Beth asked him questions about what he knew (avoiding giving him any leads that connected her with Anthony), and so on. Beth learned that the puppets are around for about thirty-ish years in the studio, and that some old cult good from some evil god “Ennioch” gave them their powers and abilities. The name did sound a bit similar, maybe she read it somewhere in the notebooks Anthony’s father left him (the one that they used for their organization’s symbol.) It was nothing really useful to figure out where did exactly happen to her friends and boyfriend, yet Beth never pushed the subject exactly forward knowing it could be a potential weakness against her. 
She would eventually get him to know if he remember who died and who lived, perhaps figure out if some of her friends were in Human resources, or became hosts of some of the sock puppets that chased her…
Still, getting her answers was not going to be easy as Mortimer seemingly was interested in Beth and her relationships in what they called the host world. She, of course, kept her answers as brief as she had a cousin who wanted to join her organization, she changed colleges, and that she lived alone after her partner left (leaving it as vague as she could, so Mortimer wouldn’t reach our conclusions.) It was becoming harder and harder to answer his questions without giving too much, or think about questions she could ask him without getting smug or careless as Mortimer paid very close attention to her body language…
“So…what are you guys exactly?” Beth asked as she sipped her last cup of tea. Her eyes were shifting in Mortimer’s seemingly calmness. Trying to figure out a point where he could say what she wanted to hear. Maybe she would ask in the next question (as she seemingly asked her about her life) if he happened to see a cute guy with the organization’s tattoo on his hand or something…
“Ah, an easy one I see! I wonder why it took you so long to ask after many cups of tea.” He said in a cheerful mood. Beth just silently waited until he finished to talk. She would make her response quick once he finished answering her question. “Well, the Handeemen and I have a rather particular relationship. We are linked as I was the one who brought them to life, the God per se. Let’s say that we are together in a clan as I’m in control and let’s say that they owe me for everything that I gave them”
There was a devilish glimmer on his eyes when he mentioned the latter. Beth felt a wave of uneasiness, and decided that she could use her next turn into getting what Mortimer truly meant after he answered her question related to Anthony. After she got down the doubt that haunted her for three years, she would settle into knowing at least there was a body to bury….
Very well then.” Mortimer said as he beamed as he took a stretch. Beth quietly stared at him, waiting for his next question. “I suppose that it is my time to ask as our little “Quid Pro quo” goes around.”
Well, that would be easy. She just had to keep true and brief whatever question about herself he asked her, then she could get the doubt off her head….
“Do you, darling, have any link or relation to someone named…Anthony Pierson?” Then he asked her the question. Beth went pale as the name echoed through her ears. Her lips trembled, and her breath started to hitch. He…he said the name that she was not expecting to be mentioned.
He mentioned her boyfriend, the one who tried to capture him and failed. Now…now there was no other way around it. If she lied, he would know, and if she said yes, she would have to give her identity off….
“Are you hesitating, Sarabeth?” He asked. Beth pursed her lips together. She needed to answer soon…
“Yes. I…I have a connection to Anthony Pierson…” Beth muttered. She held Hannah close to her in an attempt to give her closure. There was a brief moment of silence, as Beth realized she needed to catch her breath again before speaking again. Her voice was trembling as she spoke once again. “I’m…I’m his girlfriend.”
“Mmmmmm” Mortimer hummed as he narrowed his eyes. It looked almost as if he was thinking about what to say next. He did not look shocked as she expected him to be, but rather satisfy or was thinking deeply about what Beth just told him. Then he spoke.  “I knew I saw that face somewhere. I believe it was some picture as much as I was aware. Yes, I knew where was some relationship that tied the two together, a force that made things all clear.”
Letting his rhymes sink in, Beth decided to ask, seemingly ignoring that she was throwing away her chance to get real questions out…she commented. “You…you knew?”
“yes. Yes, I did.” Mortimer said. Beth skin went paler. How long did he knew?
“You didn’t say a thing….” Beth found herself muttering at the puppet man. 
“Why would I say a thing? You didn’t wish to reveal it, didn’t you?” Mortimer teased with a dark glimmer on his eyes. 
He caught her again, didn’t he? He caught her within her own game of not giving up her identity. He probably catch on that Beth was trying to hide so hard, so he decided to play it against her and get her to lose her own game. Perhaps the whole asking game was simply another way to lower her guard. Mortimer was a master and manipulating and playing. Yes. What other reason would he trap her here? He wanted to get as much information out of her, and probably was buying Riley time…
Great job, Jenkins. You gave away personal life details and now the bastard knows you are dating the charming but idiotic guy who tried to bring him to the cops. He probably lied to you and is withholding that no survivors were found and-
Yet….that wasn’t it….He….he indeed was telling the truth, well in his twisted sadistic way, but he was being honest. He could have easily lied with his intentions, and yet that would be just the same for her as Nick or Daisy pretending to be her friend. A lie would be an indicator that Beth should immediately flee regardless of what the bastard said, but…he was honest about trapping her. He did play with her mind and made her go around all the obvious answers, but he was honest. 
Honesty didn’t exactly mean he was to trust. As a college rockie-journalist she had to be aware the possibility of him using the truth and twisting it to his benefit. Lies were half-truths, yes, but he could have been being honest about what information he was providing and still withhold some information. Not precisely because he wanted to withhold it, but rather because He knew Beth did not ask for it. 
Using her wishes to lie to herself that the story would have a happy ending…He is no doubt a master at whatever game he was playing, isn’t he? Well, she obviously couldn’t play by his rules anyway…
“I want to know the real reason why I am here…”Beth muttered
“It’s not your turn yet.” He chimed 
“Forget about the game. I want the real answers, Handee .” 
Mortimer took a pause to sip from his tea. He had an amused expression on his face as he said. “You are just as ambitious as that Pierson guy, aren’t you?”
“Ambitious?” Beth asked him. Her eyebrows softened as she slowly found herself slowly relaxing as curiosity took over. She had to give him credit, he had a great ability to pull one small trick to get her back at her. It was frustrating, but enough to keep her interest.
Not to mention, there was something in her that got her curious to see what would he do with the topic he brought.
“Yes, ambitious. You and that Pierson chap had guts to come into this hell for one goal, and you tried to keep it as much in your control.” His green eyes glimmered with what could Beth describe as some malice. “I can see that same determined look in those green eyes, Sarabeth , that crude determination to find what you were really looking for when you realized I gave you a chance.”
Beth found herself tensing a bit. If he knew that she was Anthony’s girlfriend for quite some time, that would probably mean he immediately realized what she was truly after…besides surviving this rotten hell of demonic things in a real life house of horrors. Still, Beth decided to let the puppet man continue.
“You were quite bold into try to fool me, and even when you failed to do so, you persevere…” Mortimer continued as he took her silence as a hint to continue. “All because you wanted to find if your little boyfriend was alive.”
Beth winced as she nodded. “Yeah. I guess it was that obvious to you, wasn’t it?”
“It took me a time to realized that you didn’t come into this place for some college assignment.” He explained. “Still, it was entertaining to see how long would you try to get me to feed you your curiosities because you had a great ambition to risk it all and play my game to achieve your goals.”
“So…you find it comedic that I’ve been trying to get the answers I never got for many years?” Beth raised an eyebrow at him. Mortimer simply smirked.
“Quite the contrary. I find it rather tragic and almost “touching” to see such boldery.” He remarked. “It takes bravery and great ambition to try to win at a game meant for you to fail.”
“So, you are calling me an idiot then.” Beth huffed.
“No. Ambition is not always negative, dear.” He explained “Although sometimes it can make you shred a tear.”
“I am not understanding, sir.”
“Ambition. That is what kept you alive and keeps drawing you to keep invested.” Beth widened her eyes as he continued. “Ambition is what kept brining Anthony Pierson back even though his little friends begged him to stop, specially that Randy. Both of you were fools, but driven by an ambition to bite more than you can chew, but one that motivated you to continue on.”
Ambition? Was this a sort of compliment or another way to confuse Beth deeper into giving him more than what he wanted to know?
Noticing that she was not following, Mortimer continued on. “I myself are a man of great ambitions, so was Owen himself. Both had plans to reach bigger things, bigger goals, and get what we are striven for just as you, my dear, keep doing.”
“So…you are saying that you admire my ambition? Beth asked him. Mortimer took his cup and took a small moment to consider his answer.
“In a sense, yes. You and I are ambitionate.” He chuckled as he sipped more of his tea. “We have goals to reach, dreams we want to make true, but great prices to pay…”
Mortimer’s voice became darker in the latter sentence as he made his host rest a hand on the table. Beth froze into place as she could not help but to stare. Tears were threatening to leave her eyes as she stared at the pyramid and the eye engraved in the host’s hand.
“Anthony…”She breathed in a small cry. He….he was alive…
“You know, this dear old chap had the audacity to try to capture me and bring me to the police.” Mortimer chuckled as he made Anthony rest into his left hand. “Of course that I was not precisely happy at his stupid attempt, but I had to admit I admire his ambition and perseverance that couldn’t throw such potential away.”
He became Mortimer’s host…he….he was there the whole time…Anthony was in front of her eyes this entire time, hiding so well into that elegant suit he was in…
“I see it pains you to see him like this, doesn’t it?” Mortimer said in a surprisingly chilling voice. Beth could only stare at her zombified boyfriend. “As much as we have ambitions, there is a big price we don’t always want to admit.”
And Anthony’s was becoming a vessel to the leader of the cruel puppet man…
“Owen Gubberson had the great ambitions to play god and try to save his little show.” Mortimer continued on as Beth let out a sigh she was holding as he changed the attention from Anthony. “Now, he lost the love of his life, his dreams, family, and well his life.”
Beth shivered at the memory of finding Owen’s corpse in the backrooms. The disgusting smell of opening and those lifeless eyes staring back at her, begging for her to help…
“Ambition can drive a person to fruition.” Mortimer explain “But it can also get a person to lose it all, or become merely a tool for other’s ambitions. I can already see the price of your little ambition, Sarabeth. The pain to know what happened to your beloved boyfriend, and how he was ratted out by his best friend to get what he wanted...”
Beth’s eyes shifted to the puppet man with horror. Best friend? Randal Erick Reynolds? The Randy Reynolds? The guy who as much as he despised her just as she did with him, would stick to Anthony’s side no matter what? The person that helped her boyfriend out and edited his videos and pictures for his page.
No. It couldn’t be!
Not the same jerk face that willingly helped them try to film UFOs at winter…
It…it couldn’t be him…
“I suppose the name is familiar to you.” Mortimer said. Beth frowned at him. “I’ll take your scowl as a yes. I supposed the truth is hard to swallow, isn’t it?”
“Randal…he would never do that to Anthony…He was his best friend…”Beth muttered as she shook her head. 
“So was Judas to Jesus and Brutus to Caesar, your point?” Mortimer asked.
A tear ran down Beth’s cheeks. He was not lying, wasn’t he?
“It does not take long for a rat to act when they have a goal and enough ambition to get what they want, regardless of those who they betray and hurt.” Mortimer said as he cleaned closer to Beth. He placed a finger to press on her cheek, so Beth wouldn’t put her face down. “Randy was no different. He was quick to tell me his plans in exchange to escape. He did not hesitate to betray your precious little Anthony to survive, and well only your beloved guy ended up alive.”
Beth let out a bitter cry. Part of her was upset about what Randy had done, but the other part understood the pressure to survive and how stubborn Anthony was to stop. Still, she did not know the full story of what happened, but…but something told her that Randy came to deeply regret his actions.
Still, she couldn’t help but to wrench about knowing that Randy was death. As much as she despise him, she never wished death upon him…
“This is the price of Ambition, Sarabeth…” Mortimer purred as he swiped some of her tears with his thumb. “Your boyfriend is under my control and probably your others friends might be too or shared the same fate as Randy in Riley’s labs. Perhaps you might even do…”
“Perhaps you might be wrong…” Beth frowned as she gently pushed Mortimer away from her. “Perhaps you have alternative reasons to bring me here instead of just torturing me and playing mind games.” His smirk remained as his eyes glimmered.
“I never say the game was going to be pretty, but you are right by your later statement.” He reached out his hand to her. “I want to make things more interesting.”
Beth stared at his hand before staring back at him. “You want to make a deal?”
“I want to put a price on whoever wins our little game.” Mortimer chuckled. “You came a long way and I admit your company was nice for our little tea time. So, I think it is only fair to put a price to keep your ambition alive.”
“What price?” Beth asked. 
“If you are able to survive and reach the exit on my zone, I will give you back your precious Anthony and let you escape with Scout 0.1 to your host world.” Beth’s eyes glowed in some small hope at Mortimer's proposal. “But, if you are caught by any of my handeemen. You’ll stay at here forever and give your mind to me.”
This was her only chance to finally get what she wanted, yet she would have been risking her life as well in the process, but this was a great opportunity and she could finally be with her loved ones again…and maybe put an end to this madness…
Yet…there was a price of Ambition, but she was willing to pay it.
“Deal.” Beth breathed out as she took Mortimer’s hand. She could feel a small ghostly touch running from her hands to her arms as they shook hands. 
“I suppose that it is only fair for you to give you a head start.” Mortimer said as he returned the doorknob  to the door. Beth rose from her seat as he legs startled to tremble. She picked up Hannah just as Mortimer said. “Oh and one last thing for advice before you go, my dear.”
“What…what is it?” She asked softly.
“You better find a blood sacrifice if you want to keep your little friend to live. It was a detail I forgot to add.” He grinned. Beth’s color faded. “Alas, you better be running before your time starts to run out, little Beth. ”
And those with those words Beth was running away as tears started to run down her eyes.
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kiillerqueen · 1 year
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" You weren't so scared of me last night when I had you screaming my name. " A sinister grin forming upon the male's lips , " oh and you weren't all too concerned with murderous was before. " This had been the prime reason why Silas had made the choice of keeping his criminal behaviour a secret from the woman before him. " I think I even recall hearing you tell me that you love me last night ... "
Open Starter: Females 30+ Connection: Girlfriend Plot: The two have been dating for some time now and he has grown confident in letting her in on his little secret of what he does in his spare time. However she doesn't take it all that well. Will she try to break things off or maybe go along with his fucked up hobbies? ( Made with Beta but can switch to Legacy )
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piers-wifey · 2 years
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If something horrible were to happen to Penelope, I mean being critcaly injure, dying, disappearing for years.
how would Rachel react ?
- She would be devastated and blame herself for not doing a better job at protecting her. If Penelope disappeared, she'd spent day and night to find her. She'd abandon her job and even people like Jackson or Merah to find Penelope. Always hoping she'll find her alive and well.
- If she's injured, Rachel would be furious at herself and especially at the person who did that to Penelope. And I can guarantee you that Rachel will not stop beating that person til they're nothing more than a pulp of blood, flesh and bones. Piers, Chris, Jackson, etc. would have to put a stop to it. When Penelope is in the hospital, Rachel would refuse to leave the building and insist on keeping watch the entire time. She's driven by guilt and self-hatred and doesn't want something like this to happen again. Rachel would need a lot of distraction and company during Penelope's recovery, because otherwise she'd beat herself up over it. And if you want her to rest, you either have to give her sleeping pills, or, if you're the patient kind of person, talk to her and convince her to get at least a few hours of sleep and something to eat/drink.
- The last scenario would trigger Rachel's PTSD. Throughout her life, she witnessed death in the most gruesome ways possible. Watching someone choke on their own blood, people getting crushed, her own teammates getting torn apart and eaten alive by zombies, to name a few. Now if Penelope died in her arms, she'd be in denial and a deep state of shock. Because this can't be happening, right? This must be another one of those horrible nightmares that are constantly haunting her.
But the more time passes, the more Rachel would have to accept that this is indeed not one of her nightmares. And that's when denial, despair and shock turn into hatred and bloodlust. She'd completely lose control of herself and would only have one goal. To kill. And not quickly or humanly, no. She wants to see the person suffer. She wants to watch them as they slowly choke on their own blood while she crushes every single bone in their body and slice their skin open. And everyone around them would do well not to interfere, because, like I said, Rachel is no longer in control. In that state, she doesn't make any difference between friend or foe. After Penelope's death, Rachel isolates herself from everyone. She doesn't eat or drink. She just stares blankly at the ceiling or wall and mourns. She'd allow the voices in her head to call her all sorts of names because that's what she deserves. She is a horrible person. She is a failure. She did fail Penelope not only as a role model, but also as a friend and a parental figure. She'd fall into a deep depression after that and would become numb to everything. And the worst thing is, she'd lash out at anyone who tries to help her. Because her mind tells her that she doesn't deserve any help. That she should've died and not a young soul who had her whole life ahead of her.
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@sassiest-captain
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alexpangender · 1 year
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I want no i NEED to read a fanfic where Charles does join Eric and they murder people together.
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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years
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Yea that had me thinking a hit. Like they are willing to commit murder if it meant getting what they want in the end-??!
Geez
yeah Mr. Charming is messed up, Wordman from the Braingirl au is not as bad, but he and Mousegirl au Steven both need much therapy.
Also I think someone said on wiki that Dr. Two Brains is one of two characters that is okay with murder, the other being Miss Power which makes sense.
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damagedward · 11 months
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ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ —
( ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ )
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*** ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ ***
tw: dark themes , tw: mature themes , tw: mention of abuse , tw: abuse , tw: plot of murder , tw: mention of murder , tw: war , tw: fighting , tw: 21+
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Storyline Solo featuring @magikborn
She never expected that they’d see eye to eye , yet here they were face to face , he had a plan , their father would be taken down , magic would reign free — and dragons perhaps that was next .
But for now — they have a sword of legend , he’s the rightful king and it stings , how can it not ? That in the end even legend , fate … they all said no to her . Had she not lost enough ?
“We were both wrong ,” in their own ways , he speaks the truth but it’s a hard one to swallow , not a pill she thought she’d need to take .
They would be marching back into Camelot , side by side , together , and overthrow the tyrant of a king that was now there .
Uther deserved to die , but she isn’t sure if Arthur will see eye to eye with her on that , he never was one to jump to killing , she on the other hand .
If it came to it though .
“I want to be the one … when it comes time …”
True they had both suffered at his hand but she felt she could at least have one thing . This .
Merlin , the one who tried to end her , her brother whom she had tried to end herself , her lover and the few men they had who were truly Arthur’s men rather than Uther’s .
They were outnumbered in all honesty but magic was something most present had , it was something that if Uther wished to declare a war on it , they’d bring the war to him .
It’s the moment of truth as they arrive at the gates and she dismounts , standing next to the blonde .
There was no going back now , only forward , and there was much to discuss , much to work out , but for now she would enjoy that they could be on the same side , that they had the same goal . She isn’t sure it will happen again , not any time soon at least . Once the bandaids get ripped off — nothing will be the same .
They make their way inside and there’s immediately bells sounding , people shouting , guards and knights rushing and all she can think is
‘꓄ꃅꀤꌗ . ꀤꌗ . ₩₳Ɽ .’
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hottched · 2 years
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↳ LOIS LANE  𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍  ➞  ”  i  know  its  dangerous …  that’s  why  i  brought  you  along. ” 
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THAT   WAS   SOMETHING   AT   LEAST    :    she  wasn’t  being  entirely  reckless.    “  &  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚘  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚒𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎  𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚐𝚞𝚢 , “   which  he  was  willing  to  bet  she  was.   he  knew  ENOUGH  about  lane  to  have  faith  her  instincts  were  correct.   “  𝚑𝚎’𝚜  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗  𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝  𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 ,  @ricochetingtears​ ? “   this  killer  had  a  type  &  she  was  it. 
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bbeeew · 6 months
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something I need to rant about
mostly, my friend, kindly buzz off for this post
So essentially I'm in a FNAF roleplay with friends
And there is this one that keeps making stuff about them(? Crap phrasing but like something is always happening with them for no reason) and I'm a little tired of it
The character I rp as (named splat for the rest of this post) is a wet floor bot (security breach of.course) that has really bad separation anxiety and abandonment issues.
And splat went through some tough sh#t when glam bom died and as a coping mechanism acts as a child. However lately they've gotten better, rarely taking their stuffed animal anywhere and trading "childish things" like drawing I'm crayon to more "adult things" like origami. And they also start opening up to people more about what happened to them.
But here's what I've realized
When friend's acts out it usually forces splats closest friends to help and fix them
So here's the plan
Friend does as friend does
Splat has a psychotic breakdown and starts stabbing friend's character. Ripping out their intestines and stuff.
Friends character dies or something idk
Splat realizes what they have done and starts bawling. Not at hurting friends character (they hate them :3) but in knowing they will probably be abandoned for killing someone and would revert back to acting like a child (of which they hate)
Edit: friend saw it \;=;/
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tempest-toss · 11 months
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Four had a doe wander up. He fed her blueberries then a hunter came up. He sicced the doe on him, and she ate the hunter. Not wholly, but torn apart with teeth.
--Ten
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