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#i'm standing over an abyss and hear the screams
sarcastic--knight · 6 months
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when the jjk fandom turned into hordes of crying gojo's fans who sit on the floor surrounded by screenshots from manga and a Frankenstein table, and hundreds of arts of Kenjaku in nurse cosplay flying around
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irishmammonagenda · 6 months
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Catholic MC Gets Sent Into Hell?! Not Clickbait! (part one)
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introduction, part one, part two, part three warnings: light swearing, religious theme(s), GN (though implied AFAB mc, they/them pronouns used.) It's implied that MC knows prayers in irish,idk how to word that but😭😭 (i'm new to writing so i dont think i'm too good at characterisation yet)
A strangled scream rips itself from their throat as they lurch downwards into what can only be described as an abyss, the plastic river rock bottle and their phone almost rip themselves from their blazer, MC grips onto them for dear life, the only familiar things in this vacuum of darkness.
The fear almost paralyzes them, and through their years of catholic conditioning, MC does the only thing they can think to do, they pray. Muttering out a prayer to the Patron Saint of Protection, Archangel Michael, MC finds theirself falling onto cold, tiled ground in some bastardisation of wonderland.
They almost sigh in relief, if not for the group of people they catch in their peripherals, on their knees MC looks around, pulling their school skirt further down, it unrolls slightly from where it was rolled at the waist. MC lends wide eyes to the 8 men around the....court room...? They're met with a range of reactions. A man with hair red as blood stands, his arms extended out at his sides in some sort of attempt to be welcoming, to his right is a stoic, though calmly smiling man with green ombre-esque hair. Arguably the most unsettling of the two.
Nevertheless, MC looks to the 6 others in the room, their instincts going haywire, a blond with eyes so green they could be neon, a beautiful man-not that the rest weren't-with hair that reminded MC of the rose coloured shloer they'd get to drink at Christmas.
A man with...indigo? hair...MC was never good with colours, but it didn't matter as he was more focused on his gameboy and glaring at the tan white haired man who looked like the epitome of chaos than them. MC could live with that. They could also live with not having seen the ginger inhale a cake whole, but that was by far the least strange thing that had happened. Then they set their eyes upon the last man of the group, standing to the left hand side of the red-haired brown skinned man, a brunet, or would it be more fitting to say noirette? MC didn't know, either way his hair was black as night, with the slightest hint of silver....or was it grey? Either way, he meets their gaze with his crimson eyes. MC's breath hitches. Falling, only to land in an emo pinterest board looking courtroom with a bunch of men, all of which with strange hair and eyes? They needed to leave.
The man with scarlet hair begins to talk, "Hello MC and welcome to the Devil-"
"Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy na-" MC begins to mutter, their eyes shut tight. The tension in the room grows thicker, they can no longer hear the game on the indigo haired man's gameboy, he must've shut it off.
"Lucifer....What's the human doing?" Scarlethead man asks hesitantly, the name spurs MC on, their prayer ups an octave, "By kingdom come, thy will be done-"
"-Praying. It looks like, Diavolo." A sadistic sounding voice responds, offence dripping in this 'Lucifer's' tone.
"-on earth as it is in heaven-"
"-Oh."
MC drowns out the squabble that begins between these...demons. They pray over and over again, the fighting only continues as they get started into the ten Hail Marys.
"Sé do bheatha a Mhuire, atá-"
A new voice joins in. "Ohh?~ What's with the strange words? That doesn't sound like latin."
A sigh can be heard afterwards, "Neither was the praying in English, Asmo. Besides, humans pray in all of their languages now."
"Really?"
"Feck."
Now that gets MC to stop praying and to look up in surprise at the sound of the voice, "Of course demons can be Irish. Of fucking course." They mutter before meeting several pairs of eyes and immediately lowering their head and muttering once more.
"Satan! You visited humans way more t-than us! D-do something!" MC doesn't hear the chain of responses, only picking up, 'worthless otaku like me!' and 'i'm not a human whisperer!'
The name Satan though....
"Saint Michael the Archangel! Defend us in battle!-"
"-Michael?" The strict tone says aloud. Tension was growing thicker.
"-Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil!-"
"-now thats just mean!"
"-Yeah! Human who do ye think yer messin' with?-"
"-May God rebuke him we humbly pray!-"
"My Lord, would you like me to fetch Simeon?"
"That would be a good idea!" The scarlet haired demon, the 'Lord' says, there's laughter? in his voice though.
"-And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host!-"
Silence takes over the room. Until it doesn't.
"Hmm?~ Wasn't that Lucifer's role?"
"W-whaa?! Don't bring that up! He l-looks like he's about to rage quit during a campaign!"
"Diavolo. How long will Barbatos be in fetching Simeon." That annoyed, stern voice asks, although it's less of a question and more of an order. That must be Lucifer.
"-bY the Power of GOd, cast into hell SataN! And all-"
Snickering can be heard.
"L plus Ratio plus ROFL!"
"Shut up Levi." A voice hisses.
"-other eVIL Spirits who pROwl around the wORLD seeking the ruin of souls!"
"Uhhh...*munch* why's the human glowing?"
...
"nevermind."
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romeulusroy · 1 year
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72 Hours (Roman Roy Oneshot)
Character/s: Roman
Word Count: 1,409
Warning/s: hospital, hospital tw, mental health, mental health tw
Tag: @locke-writes
A/N: This is something different lol. December of 2020 I checked myself into a psychiatric hospital :) It was scary and new, but it was definitely necessary. I don't think it should be a taboo subject. It's definitely not something my immediate family will or likes to bring up, but it's also not something to be ashamed of, y'know? Idk. I've been feeling bad again. Not like in 2020, that was- it was very bad, but still not great. It happens. Meds stop working. The heaviness sets in. I use writing to get through it, those bad feelings, so that's what I'm doing. Just know you're not alone when you're feeling bad. My inbox is always open, I am always willing to talk 💜💜💜💜💜💜
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They are terrible thoughts. Horrible, repulsive, aching thoughts that feed off everything you are. They see the worst in you. When you’re done, that’s all there is left. The most repulsive parts of you. The bare, naked, scarred bones. You used to fear you were a bad person. A truly sinister, evil person. Now you don’t have to worry. Now you know. You are. Selfish, and evil, and a burden. Unlovable, unkind, undesirable. He doesn’t love you, not really, and he wouldn’t miss you. No one would. You’re sure of it. You’re so sure of it your bones ache. They long for the soil, muddy and rich. Your whole body wishes to be put to rest. To finally find peace. Being alive hurts. It hurts so bad sometimes. It takes everything out of you to roll from one side to the other. Things have taken up space in your bed. Books sleep soundly next to you, begging to be read. Notes, loose paper, begging to be written. You hope, in nestling with them, loving them even in rest, that they will save you from yourself. They will drag you out of this abyss you’ve found yourself falling in for a long time now. If there is a bottom, you haven’t found it yet. Every second of every minute you flinch, expecting your head to crack open, expecting your neck to snap on that solid ground. It never comes though. How much darker can things get? How much longer do you have before the light, the shrinking light, clouds over? You fear, when this is over, that everything will be gone. You will be gone. Forever. Your own mortality hangs in the balance. You claw at the rocky walls, your fingernails bloody, ripping apart. You scream so loud, for hours, but no one is near enough to hear you.
Is it my fault? Those are the first words from his mouth, the first thought behind those puppy dog eyes. You hold his face, his stubble scratchy in your palms. Did I do something wrong? You make sure your words are stern, but not scary, not angry. He bruises too easily, your peach. No. None of this is your fault. I just, I have to go away for a few days and figure things out. That’s all. 72 hours. Then I’ll be home. You muster a smile, the edges of your mouth heavy in their upturned state. He looks so small, so worried, shaking hands at his side. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Neither do you. It’s always been something in your life. An endgame. An option when you run out of options. You talked it over with your therapist, loved and trusted, and they too believe this could be beneficial. Your bag is packed for three days. Three days apart. Basically a weekend. You can do that, right? You can manage, he can, too. You don’t think you have any other choice. Standing there, your bag at your feet, you feel the heaviness. The weight. You want to finally collapse inward like a star, bright and burning and suicidal. He looks you over, your expression, your body, everything you are. You will understand him to understand, to get it, but you don’t need to. He already does. It wasn’t an easy decision to come to. None of this has been. But if you want the hurt to stop, if you want to stop falling, then you need to leave and get help. 
He picks your shirt from the laundry, holding it against his chest. He wanders around the apartment, massive, lonely without you by his side. It smells like you, the fabric. You hadn’t changed out of it in a week, week and a half. Sweaty, you’d argue, but he likes it. It’s familiar. Roaming like a ghost, restless, trapped. Mostly you sunk into the mattress, the sheets melding into your skin until you were one singular being. The tears, silent, hidden, but not quite. Coming home from work, finding your cheeks freshly wet, your eyes red and glazed over. The thoughts unsaid, but screaming. Screaming and wailing and willing you to step over that edge. Nothing about it is easy. Nothing about it is gentle. Nothing about this you could stand for much longer. Dinner, so sweetly prepared, goes uneaten. Everything sits like rocks in the pit of your stomach. Threatening to come back up again. Mostly, you push the food around your plate, managing a smile, managing interest in the conversation. You spend all day in bed, but you are unable to sleep. The bags under your eyes look like they hurt, aching, pulsing. The hollows of your eyes seem deeper, darker, haunted. Your body is so heavy. You never knew flesh and bone could feel like concrete. Every step, every movement, it is unthinkable. You curl into yourself, hoping tomorrow will be better, hoping this will go away. It won’t. It never does. 
Roman didn’t know things were this bad. Even as he watched you wave from the check-in desk, even as he watched the doors close behind you and an escorting nurse, even as he waited for you to come back, a voice in his head told him things weren’t this bad. They were. You’ve been sick for a long time. He thought if he was home more, if he cooked dinner, real dinner, and cracked jokes and held you so tight at night, then it wouldn’t get this bad. Cyclical. Things got like this. But it always went away. It got bad, yes, but then it got better. Why wasn’t it going away? You didn’t have the words to describe it. He’d find you laying in the tub, the water cold, shivering, crying, unable to get out. It took too much energy, too much determination, none of which you had. Unchanged from the pajamas you wore for days at a time. He blamed himself. He wasn’t doing enough. He wasn’t there for you enough. If, if, if. You told him it was just your brain, your mind, getting a little lost. When it got lost, it was hard to find its way back. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t anyone or anything, just your brain. It would be like this for the rest of your life. You couldn’t bargain or bribe your way out of this. It had to be done. He saw the scars along your skin from the times before, when things were bad, very bad. He didn’t want anything like that from happening again. 
He called you as soon as he could. Roman’s voice was shaky, unsure. You were the one easing his fears, his worries. If you didn't, no one would. He didn’t ask how it was going, he wasn't sure if he should. You sensed the curiosity, telling him your new routine. You’ve been sleeping better, easier. The food is terrible. There are doctors and therapists who are going to help you, make your brain better. He breathes a sigh of relief. Not because of what you say, but how you sound. Your tone was so scary. Scared of your thoughts, scared of what you might do. You sounded lighter. You talked as long as you could. When you hung up he went to bed with your shirt, one arm reaching out to your side of the bed. Wanting you. Needing you. Knowing this is what had to happen. Everything his father had taught him, you had he retaught. This wasn’t taboo. It wasn’t evil or wrong or anything to be embarrassed of. It’s just something that is. He counts down the hours. 48. 47. 46. . .
Soon you will be home. You will have medications, different pills, pills that will work. You will be in your own bed again right next to him. You will get better. You will feel happiness again. You will laugh and smile and it will be so genuine it hurts. And when this comes back, when everything gets dark again, because it always does, he will be there like he is now, like he has been. He will be there. Because when he made a promise to you, he made it to all of you. The good parts, but the bad parts too. The scary, mean, lying parts. The parts that tell you you aren’t worth it, that you won’t be missed. He’ll spend every day proving them wrong.
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oneshotnewbie · 2 years
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Reader is trying to get some peace (depressive) and after work she says down somewhere and tried to sort out her thoughts but then Olivia shows up and comforts her without knowing what's wrong?
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For several hours you have sat on the cold bench next to a small park in Manhattan and didn't move, just looked into the far distance of Upper Bay as you watched the sun slowly fade into the water. The only thing you needed was the silence that you fished out of the increasingly empty environment to sort your thoughts and feelings that had haunted you for a while now.
To be honest, you didn't even know how to sort your thoughts, they flew through your head so fast that you forgot the first thought by the time the second one came.
The feeling you felt was comparable to the one you felt when you were in the shower - when you lift your entire head under the water and you can only hear the patter of the water on your own head. When it is so loud that everything else fades, although shortly before it could only be heard softly.
It is the only thing you can perceive in this moment.
And suddenly you open your mouth because you can no longer hold your breath and then the water runs into your mouth and you briefly feel as if you are suffocating. Exactly this feeling was pressing on your chest.
Shaking your head to get you out of your own trance, you sipped on the beer you got yourself earlier, hoping you would find out why you were so sad and empty, why you didn't feel like talking. With no one, not even your best friend.
"Have one for me too?" someone asked, making you flinch for a moment. Presumably because of your job, your hand immediately grabbed your gun in the holster on your hip out of reflex, but came off again when you noticed who was standing behind you.
Jesus..How on earth did you find me?"
The brunette giggled before leaning over you, stealing a beer from the six pack and slumping down on the bench next to you. With her keys, that she still had in one of her hands, the beer cap was opened within a few seconds and fell on her lap before she also took a sip and the bottle came to rest in her lap.
"I'm a detective. It's.. kind of my job."
"Yeah, right." you spoke in a scratchy voice as you bent forward - your elbows resting on your thighs as you looked into the distance yet again.
Olivia nervously scratched the manufacturer's label with her fingernails, not knowing how to start the conversation. The change of nature of your personality didn't go unnoticed by her either. Her usually cheerful, open-minded and talkative best friend and detective in her unit closed herself off and revealed very little to nothing about herself anymore and she knew immediately that something was wrong.
“Are you okay, though? You, uh, seemed like you didn’t want to be found.”
You cleared your throat, feeling almost overwhelmed with this question. How could you explain something, if you didn't even know what it was yourself?
The sadness that ached in your bones was bitter and you preferred to scream and cry but instead you fell silent, as if your body wanted to keep you away from liberation and to make you a prisoner of your own soul. Inside, everything was dark and cold, the colors of a rainbow you once had, were fading and blending into a swallowing black; your soul felt frozen.
Your body was feeling heavy with each step you took and your strength was dwindling every single day. "I don't know how to explain it," you stated with a shaky breath, thinking about all the times these past weeks you've pulled yourself together to escape the darkness. Every moment you headed for the abyss, you pulled yourself off the cliff again.
You struggled with the darkness every day and carried on, day after day, even though you knew that the next day would be the same and you didn't wanted to get out of bed in the morning. "I am just so tired."
With a look that she waved sideways into your glassy and teary eyes, she understood immediately. Carefully, she moved a bit closer to you and put an arm around you, pushing you closer to her. Your head fell on her shoulder and your gaze fell on the brown bottle in your hands, which caught the glow of the lantern and reflected them.
"Honey, if you are too tired to speak, that´s okay." she whispered to you. While her lips touched your temple leaving a cold kiss behind, one hand tried to secure the lost strand of your hair and tugging it behind your ear to have a clear view of you again. "Let's sit here and say nothing. I am fluent in silence too."
And then it hit you. Suddenly, you knew why you fought day after day.
You carried on, for the people that you loved and who obviously loved you- for Olivia and the others in your squad and especially for yourself. Because in Olivia's arms, you remembered the good times when the darkness wasn't a part of your life and you knew that you could get it out of the hole with her by your side and could cling to her when your world would start to crumble again.
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bloozz · 1 year
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A KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE !!
: soft, fluffy, (my country doesn't have snow so pls don't mind if the snow thing is inaccurate!!) ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
FLOYD LEECH X GN!READER
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it was a day where snow was falling and you could listen to it crunch when you took a step. during a day where the snow gets too heavy, you stay at home, with your husband and get a kiss under a mistletoe!
SHE CAN MOVE OCEANS AND RIVERS WITH EASE, A WORD FROM HER LIPS, HER SIRENS KISS, WILL SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO ABYSS.
— magnolia by laufey
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"hey shrimpy look!" floyd said, pointing up at the mistletoe you hung inside to make your house aesthetically pleasing, not knowing it would come back to bite you in the butt.
floyd obviously excited puckered his lips and closed his eyes. until... nothing came. he cracked one of his eyes open to see you had left him standing there.
he started pouting while screaming for you to come back and that you guys are already married so he deserves this. the chuckles coming from the room you went to, to escape the kiss made him crack a small smile.
"I'm coming to get you!!" he exclaimed while hearing his footsteps nearing and, very quickly at that. you were starting to cold sweat and you were about to run and hide before you felt hands grip at your shoulders.
"shit.." you mumbled knowing the chaos about to unleash. suddenly, you were lifted into the air (you wonder how he does that tbh..)
he was carrying you on his shoulder and bringing you back the kitchen, where you hung the mistletoe in the first place. he put you down so quickly he almost dropped you.
"a kiss I so desperately need, please!" he shot out while smiling dangerously at you while his fingers where on your cheeks.
"fhloyd.." you tried to say with his hands squishing you.
he huffed and just leaned over and gave you a quick kiss.
"was it that hard? hmph!" you swear you could hear his heart beating quickly.
you laughed and said...
"yeah, maybe I need another example. "
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AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE FLOYD MY SKRUNKLY BOYYYYY
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midnight--rainn · 2 months
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over in no time.
pairing: elliot x sunshine
summary:
"I'm whispering your name like I'm taking a vow, I need you when my heart rate races and pounds. I wish that I was somewhere I was safe and sound."
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after elliot finally gets to sunshine, they think they're out of the woods. until brachium appears, with a solemn look on his face.
the balance has not been restored.
an: im bored and wanted to start posting fics on here so here you go! you can also find it on a03 under the username @midnight_rainn
"El?" Sunshine calls weakly, still trapped in their own hell that took the form of a car. They were trapped- had been since Blake pulled them into this hellscape. Sunshine was losing hope- very quickly. That was, until, an unexpected guest arrived.
A person, someone Sunshine didn't recognize. When they called Blake's name, however, they realized who they were. The horrified look on his face and theirs said it all. Blake had let Sunshine have a moment of reprieve to speak to the person, his lover, but soon, it turned into a screaming match. The person had tried to help Sunshine, to convince Blake that his actions were wrong, and if he let them go they could just go home together.
But, Blake couldn't. Because he knew what was going to happen, and he needed it to stop. Sunshine wasn't quite sure what had happened- still trapped in the car. They heard the yelling, and the fighting, but then it all stopped. There was a shrill gasp, and then nothing. Then, they heard it. The sobs, ripping through Blake's throat. They didn't have to see them to know what had happened. He killed them, whether accident or not. It was always going to be him. He could never save them from himself.
He sat there and cried for what felt like hours. Until Sunshine heard a noise. It was faint, barely even there, but they knew who it was. El. Their El. He had finally come. He didn't forget them after all.
"El?" They call again, feeling lightheaded from lying practically upside down the entire time. They hear footsteps briskly walking- then running to their location. "Sunshi-" He pauses, looking at Sunshine's state. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." He says over and over while he works to get Sunshine out. If Blake knew of Elliot's appearance, he wasn't doing anything about it. He just sat, his dead lover in his arms, dead to the world. 
When Sunshine finally feels the seatbelt retract they fall into Elliot's arms, he cradles them, runs his fingers through their hair. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. We- we tried to get the department to help but they didn't do anything. I had to-" 
"It's okay, El. You're here now. We're here. We're free." Sunshine looks up at his face with a smile. He gives them a quick kiss on the forehead as he stands, letting Sunshine lean into him for stability. "Okay, I'm gonna take us back into the real world, we should be in my brother's car, he got us out." Elliot tells them, preparing to take them back to their lives. But, as he does, the ground begins to shake violently. He instinctively pulls Sunshine closer, he wasn't going to lose them ever again.
The ground shakes again, a huge crack forming down the middle of the land, heading towards them. They jump back, watching the car Sunshine was trapped in fall into the dark abyss that's appeared in front of them. "Holy shit. What- what's going on?" Sunshine fearfully asks as the couple keeps backing away. Sunshine again looks over at Blake, oblivious to everything that was going on. He was right on the edge of the abyss, about to fall in.
Sunshine fought the urge to call out to him, to tell him to get to safety. But they don't. Earlier today, he would've gladly watched them fall, laughing the entire time. They weren't going to try and "save" him, he obviously didn't want it. 
Then, the abyss begins to fill. At first, they can't tell what- until the familiar feeling returns to them. The one that determined everything for them, their future. They watch as the familiar black liquid begins to rise into the abyss, coming closer and closer to them until it stops, brimming at the top. The water is beginning to seep into the dreamscape, pooling at Elliot's shoes.
"Hello, little one. Elliot." A voice says, and they both immediately know who it is. Sunshine relaxes, knowing that it's just their dear friend, but Elliot tenses next to them. Why was he here? They were free, it didn't make sense. "Brachium. What- what's going on?" Sunshine asks, taking a step closer to him. He stands on the other side of the abyss, a good ten feet away from them. Why was he so far away? 
Brachium had a somber look on his face, different from his usual cadence. He looked- upset. His eyes, though black, looked dull. "I'm sorry. The balance- it is not completed. It is calling, and it needs an answer." 
"What the hell does that mean?" Elliot asks angrily, pulling Sunshine closer to his side. Whatever was happening was not good, for either of them. "When- when I saved you, little one, I disrupted the balance in our two worlds. It's calling. It's your time." Brachium tells them, holding out a hand sadly. No. Not after everything- I just got out. I can't die, not now. Sunshine thinks, tears brimming at their eyes. 
"No." Elliot shouts angrily. "No. They went through all of this bullshit, you're not taking them now." He's terrified, trying hard not to show it. He thought Brachium was their friend- he was supposed to help them, not kill them. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Any of it.
"It needs a life, Elliot. It will not rest until it has one. I- I cannot let you leave until the balance is fulfilled. I am sorry." Brachium looks sadly at the two of them, at how wrong everything has gone. It was all his fault, he was the one who had saved them all those years ago. Maybe if he hadn't- none of this would've happened. "So- I have to die?" Sunshine asks quietly, looking down at the ground.
Elliot shakes his head next to them, pulling them to arms length so he could look them in the eyes. "No. You are not dying. You're not. You can't." "I have to, El. There's no other way. He said we can't go- you can't go. It needs a life." Sunshine reasons, trying to pull away gently. They don't want to leave him- they never did. But if they had to, at least it would be to keep him safe. To keep him alive.
Again, Elliot shakes his head, this time in realization. "No. It needs a life. They didn't say which. Right?" Brachium nods. "So- so Blake. He can- he can jus-" Elliot points over at Blake, but to no avail. He's not there. Neither is his lover. "Where- where did he go?" Elliot asks, confused. 
"He is already with me. He made that choice the second he lost his loved one. But, you're right- it needs a life. Not a specific one. One from inside this scape." Brachium explains, looking over the edge, where Blake presumably fell. Maybe it's peaceful, on the other side. Maybe I'll like it there, Sunshine thinks to themself, stepping forward. "Okay." They say, preparing to step into the water.
Elliot grabs their arm, pulling them back. "No. No, I'm not gonna let you die today. It doesn't have to be you." Sunshine realizes what he means, shaking their head. "No- no. You are not going to die for me, El. I won't let you. I started this, I'm ending it." "No, he started it." Elliot accuses, venom in his voice. "You shouldn't have to suffer- to lose your life because of that." 
"You shouldn't have to either, El." Sunshine says quietly, as he pulls them into his chest, resting his head on top of theirs. "I know. But one of us has to. And it's not going to be you." Elliot cups their face in his hands, tracing their features, knowing he won't see them ever again. "Elliot- please." Their voice breaks, as he leans in for a kiss. Their last, no doubt. 
Sunshine savors it for as long as they can, memorizing every feeling, every little thing about him. They know what they have to do. They're not going to let him take the fall. They stood closer to the river, taking a step back, and then running to the edge, preparing to throw themselves off. Elliot quickly runs after them, shouting something as he grabs them and pulls them back. They fight each other, until Elliot hears a crack under his feet, breaking under the couple's weight. He slips, beginning to fall, but before he does, Sunshine grabs his hand, the only thing stopping him from the end.
"No. NO!" Sunshine yells, desperately trying to drag him back up to solid ground. Elliot already has tears brimming at his eyes, a somber smile on his face. "Please, El. I c- I can't do this alone. I need you. I love you." They tell him, both of their hands now clutching Elliot's. They know he's too heavy, that they won't be able to pull him over- but they try. "I know. And it's okay. I'll be okay, you'll be okay. I love you, my Sunshine." Sunshine shakes their head, their grip slipping on Elliot's hand. For a moment, they just look at him. Hanging over death itself, with seemingly no fear.
They realize then that it's because he's doing it for them. He would do anything for them. That was the best and worst thing they'd ever heard. "I love you." Elliot repeats, letting go of Sunshine's hands. He falls, landing in the river without a splash. They wait for him to come back up, but he doesn't. It's silent again. They couldn't scream, they couldn't jump in after him, they just watched. 
The river went on. Whether Elliot was alive or not.
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gift-from-heck · 6 months
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A random YTTD AU I've written (I have the visuals as gacha, so if you wanna see them, ask)
- Your Turn To Suffer -
As Sara opened her eyes, she gasped. A white, empty field surrounded her. White, droopy flowers surrounded her feet. She looked around rapidly, her heartbeat racing. "Sara?" She jumped at a cold hand being placed on her shoulder, turning around. She froze up as she saw Shin, but he was white, his clothing, his skin, his hat. His eyes were shaded out, and his smile was large, with black goop flowing out. "Who are you?" Sara asked, her voice quivering. The wind picked up, flapping her hair gently, and made the grass dance around her. "What happened to me? What's going -" Suddenly, she gasped again. "How did I get here?"
Shin laughed, clasping his chest. "Kanna noticed you were stressed, so while you dream today, you'll be here, Sara!" The ginger gently smiled at the teal haired boy, slowly standing up. "I.....I missed you, Shin." Sara hugged Shin, trying not to sob. "You don't need to lie, Sara, I know you don't like me..." Sara shook her head, pulling away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I can't tell anyone about this, okay? Please, Shin... just keep your mouth shut!" Sara said in an urgent tone of voice, looking into his eyes intensely. Shin sighed, looking away. "Alright...."
Shin took Sara's hand and started to walk. The soft rustling of the flowers against Sara and Shin's shoes was all that could be heard. And even then, it wasn't quiet enough for Sara to hear the words Shin spoke softly. "You've been dreaming, Sara. About Kanna and me.""Dreaming?" Sara blinked her bright purple eyes at him. He nodded, looking back at her. "Yeah. Do you remember how I didn't trust you?" Shin laughed once again. "I don't now, of course." They continued walking until they came across a small pond. Shin stopped walking, looking intently into the pond as if he had some sort of vision there. Or maybe he was remembering something from his time before meeting Sara. Sara looked over his shoulder curiously, squinting her eyes. Shin's expression didn't change, still looking down into the pond as if he knew something, but he didn't elaborate.
Sara stared at him for a moment longer until Shin suddenly broke eye contact with the pond, looking at the girl beside him instead. Shin's voice dropped to a low whisper. "... You miss us. Joe, Kanna, me... maybe not Mishima, but the point is that you cared and missed us." Sara felt a slight sting in her chest when Shin mentioned Joe. She missed Joe a lot, and her chest hurt whenever she thought about him. But, she tried to push that pain aside. It wasn't her fault. Right? Right?! Her heart ached.
Sara looked back into the pond and watched as the ripples caused by some animal swimming in the water moved further apart from each other. "Do you remember what you told me?" Sara turned her gaze away from the water, looking back at Shin."Oh...yes." Shin chuckled softly. "I told you that no matter what happens, you will never let us disappear. And I mean it, Sara." Sara's eyes softened, and she smiled at him. "We're not gone forever." He squeezed her hands gently before letting go of her grip.
"But, Sara, you can't save everyone. Not now." Soon, Sara felt the floor fall under her, and suddenly she was falling into the darkness below. She screamed, feeling as she fell faster than a cannonball into the dark abyss. Her screams died out after seconds later as a loud crash sounded somewhere in front of her. Soon, she fell onto the floor. Sara sat up, looking around, confused. Her eyes widened when she saw a man standing right in front of her. The man held a piece of metal in his hands. A weapon that she didn't recognize. "sARa." Sara knew who it was. "Alice..." Sara whispered. She got up and stepped away from the man, looking away.
"Hey, SARA...." His voice sounded distorted and broken. "WHY did you LET ME die..." Alice raised his arm and pointed it right at Sara, aiming it at her. "I'm...sorry...Please...." Sara huried away, sobbing loudly. She suddenly banged into a wall, and she stood up, covering her face in fear. Soon, a girl ran into Alice and pushed her to the ground. "Reko?!" Alice sat up and started to talk to Reko. Sara quietly walked away and started to run, running as far as she could. Soon, she ran into someone else, hugging the person as a response. She looked up and saw Midori... Midori? Who is Midori...? "Hi..." Sara squeaked, looking at Midori. Midori seemed to freeze up, holding onto Sara tightly. "Midori, what did I do to deserve this?" Sara pulled away, her heart dropping when she saw Midori's face, which was completely devoid of emotion.
Midori stared off into nothingness, her blank eyes glazed over. "Midori?" She reached forward, touching Midori's shoulder, but Midori recoiled violently, his blank eyes wide. "Midori?! Hey, listen!" She grabbed Midori by the shoulders, making him look at her. Midori flinched away. "I can help you escape. The people here, other than Shin and Kanna, aren't the friends you remember. Trust me." Midori smiled and offered his hand out to Sara. Sara hesitated but took Midori's hand.
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Gin knocked on Sara's door, nervous for her, since she hadn't been out for a while. She knew the last thing she needed right now was more anxiety. And the last thing Gin needed was for Sara to relapse. So, he volunteered to visit her to cheer her up while Keiji was taking care of everything else. "Hey, Sara?" Gin called into the room. "Can we come in?" No answer. Gin furrowed her brow, knocking a few times on the door harder. Still no answer. She opened the door carefully, hoping to see Sara sitting at her desk or watching anime or something. Instead, Gin was greeted with a sight that she never expected.
Sara was lying on the ground, shivering. "Sara?" Gin cautiously moved closer. She looked down at Sara, concerned. Sara had dark rings under her eyes, and her normally light hair was messy and wet. Gin gently kneeled next to Sara, grabbing one of her arms, helping her sit up against her bedpost. "Sara? Are you alright?" Sara fell onto Gin. Her breathing was heavy, and tears were rolling down her face. Gin put her arm around Sara, pulling her close. "Sara... you need to breathe." Gin rubbed Sara's back, murmuring soothingly to the ginger. "SARA?!?" Sara slumped backwards onto the floor. "Shit..."
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Ḿ̷̖̺͇͍̱̘̩͍̭̪͠Ḯ̷̛̩̤͙͚̖̥͑̋͐̌̐͐́̂͜D̷͇͚̠̠̺̜̠͉͑̐̀̆̀̃͝Ö̶͚̱͚̫́̎̍̀-Shin was sitting on the floor, brushing his hands through Sara's hair as she stared at his eyes. Shin was zoned out, looking in Sara's direction but not at her directly.
His lips were slightly parted, as if he were talking to himself. His eyebrows were scrunched together, as if he was thinking deeply. His teal irises were focused on nothing, as if he wasn't even aware of where he was. It unnerved Sara, but she ignored it. After several minutes, he snapped out of it, blinking rapidly and sighing softly. Slowly, he grabbed Sara's waist and pulled her to his lap, laying his head into her shoulder. His long fingers gently stroked her back, making sure she was calm and at peace. Sara leaned into Shin, burying herself deeper into his chest.
Shin smiled slightly, closing his eyes. "Damn, why are you acting so damn affectionate, Shin?" Sara whispered, feeling stupidly flustered. "Because soon, I'll never be able to feel you touch, Sara." Shin tightened his arms around Sara, bringing her closer to him. "Don't say that, Shin. You're gonna be free again soon, and everything will be fine." Shin chuckled weakly. Sara frowned. "No, Sara.." Shin lifted his head from Sara's shoulder. "I....I...." Shin broke and started to cry, burying his head into Sara's shoulder. "I don't want to disappear....I want to see everyone again....please..."
Sara wrapped both her arms around Shin, her hands resting gently on his shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly. "It won't happen, Shin. It won't." Sara was lying. Soon, she would wake up. She didn't know what would happen to the Kanna, Shin, Midori, Reko, and Alice here, but she knew that they would go somewhere. She didn't know where, but somewhere.
Sara closed her eyes and held Shin closer than ever. "You won't, I'm sure." Soon, everything faded.
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(THERE'S MORE IM JUST STILL MAKING IT-)
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silentcrowsilentravens · 11 months
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Omg... you write for Rachel. Could you please do her getting saved from the t-abyss virus by her S/O?
yES.
Rachel Foley's s/o making sure she survives the T-Abyss virus.
(Gender ambiguous).
Warnings: violence, blood, gore.
Masterlists here!
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You're quickly growing worried. A few minutes ago, you found Rachel's gun in the middle of a corridor. There were no clear signs of a struggle, but you were quick to note that she was out of ammo. Before you both parted ways to complete your missions, you watched her load a fresh clip into it.
The Queen Zenobia seems like a ghost ship. The only other living souls you've seen so far are your fellow FBC agents, so what could she have possibly used all of her bullets on?
More importantly, where the hell has she gone? Is she okay?
You continue to poke around the area she's meant to be in.
That's when you hear a distant scream.
'Rachel?!'
You increase your pace and start heading in the direction it came from, calling out her name.
You round a corner, hastily descending the steps before you.
A large window stretches across the wall on the floor below. On the other side of the glass, you can see slimy monsters and someone with a familiar head of blonde hair.
It's her. It's Rachel. She's being cornered. You need to get in there.
Where's the door?
'Where's the damn door?!'
A spongy hand catches her by the throat, effortlessly lifting her into the air. She claws at the warped fingers to no avail.
'There!' That's your way in!
You barge into the room and raise your weapon.
An almost featureless head splits open and a thick tongue slithers out toward her face.
You fire. Three rounds smack wetly into the monster. The first hits its shoulder, the second goes straight through its bicep, and the third embeds itself in the side of its head. It staggers a bit, its nasty tongue flailing like a fish out of water. The rings of teeth at the end of the appendage scrape Rachel's forearm before falling limp.
Then, the monster straightens up abruptly, throwing her right into the window. She hits the reinforced glass quite hard and lands limply on the floor.
"No! Fuck!"
With a series of nasty squelching noises, three more creatures slide out of the vents lining the ceiling.
You keep shooting, the panic coursing through your veins reaching an intensity you've never experienced before. For a moment, these things not dying becomes a very real concern of yours.
Eventually, though, thankfully, they fall, dissolving into a nasty goop as they do so.
You reholster your weapon, hands shaking like mad. "...Rachel?" You run over to her, nearly slipping on the gore-mottled floor before dropping to your knees beside her. "Rae? Hey. Are you still with me? Please still be with me..."
There are some sizable gashes on her left thigh, red marks around her neck, an open wound on the back of her head, and cuts on her arm from those teeth. There's some slobber or something on those. You keep a clear enough head to realize that you don't want that gunk getting in your girlfriend's open wound. You pull out the canteen you always carry and try to rinse it off.
Rachel groans and says your name.
"Hey. There you are." You smile. It ends up looking like a grimace instead. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," she mumbles. "I told you that this job was going to suck..."
"Yeah, you couldn't be more right. Come on, let's try to find somewhere safe." You pull her unscathed arm across your shoulders and help her stand.
As you walk, you try to reach Raymond over your earpiece. He doesn't respond.
Those monsters seem to be all over the place now.
This is turning into a shitshow real fast.
"How are you holding up, Rach?"
"...Feel... feel like my head is going to split open..." The moment that Rachel gets the end of the sentence out, she begins to keel forward. You manage to keep her upright. "...Maybe... Maybe you should—"
"I'm not leaving you," you tell her firmly. "You're gonna be okay. We're both going to make it out of here."
And once you do, you're going to fucking kill Lansdale for insisting that a team of three people would be enough.
"What are you going to do if I turn into one of those things?"
"You won't."
"...You don't know that."
"I'll make sure of it. Just keep holding on the best you can, alright?"
No reply.
Something is dripping.
Dark spots are peppering the floor, leaving a trail behind you two. It can't be from you, so—
"Rachel?"
Almost as if on cue, her knees buckle completely.
Blood is leaking out of her right sleeve and her fingers are twitching.
You continue trying to prompt a response from her as you gently lower her onto the floor. None of your attempts yield success.
Right in the middle of the marks on her arm, a new wound is beginning to form. It's a deep split that's slowly widening. It's almost like the limb is trying to rip itself in half. You're starting to see bone. She's beginning to mutate. Not good. Very not good.
What do you do? You have to do something, and you need to think of that something fast.
In your racing mind, only one solution presents itself to you. You begin to unsheathe your survival knife. "Forgive me for this..."
You hope that Rachel doesn't feel this.
You're unsure whether or not this will even work. But you either try to keep your promise, or you just sit here and let the infection spread and sooner than later, Rachel will turn.
So with that, you tear a bit of the fabric from her shredded sleeve, tie it tight near her elbow, and steel yourself before you begin cutting.
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Jill Valentine is almost certain she hears crying. Her attempts to pinpoint the source end up leading her straight to you and Rachel.
On the floor in front of you is an unresponsive woman, a blade, quite a bit of blood, and a severed human arm. You stare at Jill, eyes wide and shining. She raises her gun.
"Back away."
"I'm—It's not—" you choke, raising your hands in a show of surrender. "Please. You have to help her. She was attacked, and she-she—Her arm was splitting. She was infected, so I had to cut it off. I had to, but now I-I don't—"
There's the distinct sound of bones breaking as the aforementioned part jolts like a frog on a hotplate, breaking apart into what vaguely resembles a fleshy branch. You flinch.
Jill lowers her weapon and quickly approaches, reaching into one of her utility pouches. She pulls out a roll of bandages and some crushed herbs.
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Despite everything, you and Rachel are on a helicopter out of here. Mostly thanks to Jill, Parker, and Chris. Rachel's been administered a dose of the newly acquired antivirus. Just in case. You're waiting for her to come to.
Finally, she does, shifting a bit. For a minute, she forgets and attempts to reach for you with her missing arm, letting out a little confused noise when she can't before using her other one instead. You hold her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.
"It's about time you've woken up. I missed you."
Ever so briefly, the corner of her lips quirks up. "Are we both dead?"
"No. No, we made it."
"So... We're definitely out of a job then, huh?"
"Oh yeah. No doubt about it. I hear the BSAA is hiring, though."
"You think they'll give me a desk job? I've already reached my lifetime cap of excitement."
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gracefulsouffle · 11 months
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I'm jealous of all of the other fanfic authors with fan art of their story, then I remembered how I'm my own fan and drew a little something for myself.
The picture above is based on the excerpt below the cut of my newest chapter!
We're in Angst Town right now Babyyy.
Excerpt:
Flapjack hovers around his head, wings slapping his face every so often as the little bird tries to bring him back from the unfathomable black abyss that cracked open within him the moment he’d lost his friends forever.
It frantically chirps and tweets, pulling at his hair and nipping at his ears, but Hunter doesn’t hear it. Too numb to understand. Too numb to feel anything except the aching in his heart.
His only consolation is the thought that Gus and Willow’s new knowledge and distance from him would serve to keep them safe.
He feels guilty for wishing they would have stayed by his side anyways.
For a moment Hunter wonders how an eternity can feel like it's passed within the span of ten minutes because truly that’s only how long it had been after he doubled over and cried his heart out before staggering to his feet.
Now, he stands in the clearing, knees muddy, swaying back and forth unaware of the warmth of the sun that soaks into his skin and of his palisman screaming at him to get a grip.
Instead, Hunter is in his own world on the edge of an isolated precipice where below there is only darkness and death. Death that greets him again, and again, and again. A thing as light or small as a butterfly's kiss threatens to send him toppling into the void.
He thought he was over this feeling by now, tells himself he’s being dramatic.
Marvels at how quickly the will to fight disappeared. 
It beckons him from within, slimy black tendrils reaching up from its depths to wrap around his knees and ankles pulling him closer and closer. 
Why is he acting so pathetic?
It took several deaths from the Bat Queen to break him, why is he breaking so easily now?
He had always known this would happen anyways, now he just selfishly wishes he could turn back time so it never would have happened at all…
A spark of hope. The beginnings of an idea.
A blink and he’s aware of his surroundings once again, of the sun, the dirt, and the wind. Of the pain in his chest and the rawness of his throat.
Lifting his head, he slowly meets the eyes of the Bat Queen.
“Hey BQ. Can you do me a favour?”
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Like I'm just thinking about Rosalyn and Dain's backstory and yknow how heart wrenching it is if I apply it to reader 💔
Imagine reader hailing from a loving family until the fall of Khaenri'ah happened and the cursed creatures from abyss attacked their family and leaving them half cursed with the same affliction but only half because only one of their parent is Khaenri'an. They curse and wander the lands to destroy anything related to the abyss in suffering and anger, their bloodlust sometimes overtaking them.
After eons of time had passes, they met a charming ginger in Liyue one day. And for the first time in centuries, reader falls in love and opens their heart once more. The relationship deepens to the point that Childe trusts then enough to show them his Foul Legacy.
Reader's bloodlust awakens once faced with a drafted creature from the abyss.
But surely, this one won't harm you--NO! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT THEY DID--but it's Childe! His fluffy hair and the way he coos at you worriedly and--HES A MONSTER AND YOU KNOW YOU MUST KILL HIM--I love him and I will not--
Childe hovers to you worriedly and you look up to him, the half-afflicted curse of Khaenri'ah washing over you and bloodshot eyes pleading at him.
"Ajax, run."
Dainsleif and Signora's backstories are just,,,,, </33 i'll miss Signora forever (unless they bring her baaaack i mean the reincarnation motif is right there just sayin <33 and it'd be very nice to have a CRYO CATALYST PLEEEAAASE)
Childe- or more Foul Legacy- recognizes the four-point star in your eyes almost immediately as you shove him away and stumble back, the movements rough but filled with panic and desperation. he nearly reaches for you, trying to console and comfort you, but unnatural fear floods through his veins when he hears you scream to go, just GO! and he bolts in the opposite direction
he's not sure how long he's been running, just that by the time he stops the Foul Legacy transformation drops from pure exhaustion, yet it still hums in the back of his mind. are you okay? what happened? he needs to get back to you, he did what you said and now he needs to make sure you're alright, that you're safe. Foul Legacy rumbles quietly in agreement, despite the note of trepidation behind it
the star in your eyes... Childe shivers at the thought of your expression, a combination of panic, fear, and uncontrolled loathing... but more at yourself than him
when he returns, though, you're nowhere in sight. in the place of where you were sitting is a small note amidst a few drops of what looks like blood, saying how you're sorry and you don't want to hurt him due to your connection with Khaenri'ah, and while Childe might not understand, Foul Legacy does, and he whispers for Childe to find you, find you and bring you back so you won't be alone anymore, cursed be damned
because Foul Legacy loves you, and Childe does too, no matter what nation, standing or falling, you may be from
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Fortunately, having been to the Surface before, Roller isn't immediately blinded by the sun.
Unfortunately, nothing prepares him for the anxiety-inducing sensation of standing on land and being so high up in the atmosphere at the same time.
He panics at first, tempted to crawl on all fours just to find his center of gravity.
…But none of these other skeletons seem to notice (or share) his predicament. It doesn't seem to be a problem for them.
He stands still until the feeling passes, unwilling to fall into pieces over nothing.
The dizziness does get better-- after a minute or three and a drink from his water flask. Even if he isn't exactly 100% at the moment.
And then, he's handed a net and the bug hunt begins.
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He makes sure that no one is looking before he begins crawling across yet another bridge, bug net clacking on the wood below.
Roller is fully aware that all of this makes him look like a moron, but… he accidently looks past the boards in the bridge.
The empty expanse of sky below him is limitless, infinite. A void of seafoam green that makes his knees buckle and his chest go heavy. This abyss would swallow him whole if he let it, and nobody would hear his screams.
…He just can't bear to walk across these islands normally. His self-preservation won't allow it.
Roller ungracefully clambers onto the next island, sweating and breathless. He soaks in a bit more sun from his starfish position in the grass before he stands up.
A butterfly floats in front of his ribcage. He scrambles to try and catch it in his net-- and catches his own boot.
He hasn't had much experience with catching bugs before. Flies ran circles around him, roly-polies were too small for his boxy fingers, and he wasn't sure if worms counted. Do worms count? Are worms bugs? He has no clue, and it's not like he knows who to ask.
Regardless of bug-identification semantics, Roller attempts to chase this particular winged thing down, bound and determined to make it back to the others with more than one butterfly in his inventory.
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Roller tries to catch his breath in the grass, taking another sip of water. He'd never had this much sunlight before. Not even during that whole "Golden Dorado" fiasco in Central Canada-- but then again, it had been winter at the time. He was glad that he'd thought to pack three water flasks this time. It was trees and grass and sky for miles around, and there didn't seem to be any kind of lake or water station anywhere.
He sighs contentedly.
How many months had it been since he'd last seen the sun? Six? Ten? There was no way to tell. He couldn't keep up with the time Underground; it all blurred together without something physical to hold onto. And when was the last time he ran? For fun too, no less.
He feels like a kid again. And something tells him that if he looked in the mirror, he'd look like a child, too.
Roller sits up in the grass, letting the cool wind blow in through one ear hole and out the other. He cringes. As unnerving as it is to feel wind on the back of his eyeballs, it helps him cool down without moving into the shade, so he takes it.
On a nearby grey stone, another one of those flat butterflies with the "pixelated" wings settles down to rest. Or maybe just to taunt him. Him and his… two butterflies. He was pretty sure he'd caught two. And this third one was practically within arm's reach. All he had to do was get it in the net, and it'd be his.
…But then again, he couldn't look at it after it was in his inventory. Roller's teeth quirk up thoughtfully. He can actually see how the patterns on the wings mirror and connect from where he's sitting, now that the goofy thing is (mostly) still.
"…You know what," he thinks, settling down for the long term. "No one's going to care how many butterflies I catch. But while I'm here, I might as well memorize what these things look like." He takes a drink of water. "It's not like I see them every day." And that's all he does for the remainder of his time. Walk after butterflies (which he, belatedly, realizes works better than running) and take mental notes of their structure and how they look in flight.
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Eventually, time runs out and everyone has to gather back at the main island. Roller stretches, three butterflies in his inventory, almost out of water, and very much tired. He sighs.
The skeleton makes his way to the first of the five bridges he crossed and pauses.
"…"
With his bones spent and his sun-soaked mind at ease…
…Roller crosses each bridge with more courage than he had the first time.
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Undertale by Toby Fox Undertale Brittle by Grotto-kay Underfell Brittle by Grotto-kay The event in question: www.deviantart.com/red8bit/art…
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garbagegrave · 1 year
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DBD KILLER OC — MAVKA
Slavic mermaid - rusalka or mavka
This concept was developed on the basis of the South Slavic and West Siberian falklor. Mermaids, or mavki, are the vengeful spirits of girls or children who died before marriage. They appear in the images of long-haired women in summer, in the field, forest or by the water.
The Concept of mobile killer who can move around the map with the help of lakes appearing in unexpected places
THE ABILITY
Blue waters
At the beginning of the game, there are up to 7 lakes on the map. A maniac cannot choose their appearance, it is absolutely random. During the game, the lakes change their location after each time the survivor is on the hook. Mavka can move between all lakes.
Black waters
After the survivor is on the hook for the first time during the game (and after each subsequent suspension), the ability of black water opens. The killer can mark several (3) lakes on the map, and they will not disappear after the next hook of the survivor until the killer removes the mark.
Bloody ripples
Every time a survivor steps into the lake, a ripple effect falls on him. The longer the survivor stands, the larger the effect scale. When the scale is filled, the survivor gets exposed.
If the survivor is on a death hook and at the moment of falling into a near-death state has a mark of bloody ripples, Mavka can mori him.
ADDONS
Mavka's addons can expand the area of lakes, accelerate the accumulation of the effect, increase the tp speed, increase the number of lakes appearing randomly on the map, increase the number of marked lakes, highlight survivors with the effect of bloody ripples with the killer instinct.
PERKS
Sisterly Concern
After a survivor restores another survivor's health level, fatigue is imposed on him. If the survivors move away from each other by more than 10/8/6 meters, the aura of the healer will be highlighted to you for 5 seconds
The Game of Tag
After you hit a survivor, your terror radius is transferred to him and a weakening effect is applied. The effects are removed after successful interaction with the generator. The next survivor who will interact with this generator gets a terror radius, screams and shows an aura for 2s
HEX: The Abyss of Despair
You hear voices that have lost hope of salvation. Every time you damage the generator or extinguish the totem, you get a token.
3 tokens - the healing rate of survivors slows down.
6 tokens - generators begin to slowly degrade until they are repaired
9 tokens - every survivor who throws a totem or generator without completing it receives a vulnerability status for 20/25/30s and gives out his location. For each generator, broken HEX, or a BOOM totem delivered, 2 tokens are taken away.
HISTORY
Nastenka was very young, when girls began to disappear all over the neighborhood.
Olders stopped letting them go for a walk. The forest in the vicinity from a green fortress turned into dark nets, in which parents no longer allowed their beloved children. Nastya cries. Her wreath wilted. She is squirms from sister's hands. "I'm not afraid of monsters." But the sun begins to turn red - soon the night. After a day under the scorching sun, her older sisters would gather at home and talk. "He walks among us and picks up our friends who secretly leave the house." The Beast comes out only under the covers of night. As long as you are near the fire, while candles are burning in your hands - it is safe here.
Poor harvest time. The monster brought misfortune, hunger, and destruction. Parents say "there is a man who will take care of you." sisters leave the house one by one. "You're going to get married too." Nastya looks at her mother, her fate has already been decided.
On the last day before the wedding, she returns to the meadow. The flowers are mowed along with the grass. They will no longer be - the cold is coming. But a nice man looks at her, leaning on his braid. "That sadness is in your eyes," he says pitifully. "Do you want me to help you escape?"
Nastya looks at the stranger. He goes into the woods, calling with him. Her feet hover over the dry grass and leaves, making their way to the shore of the blue lake inaudibly. The man gently takes the girl's hand. Thin fingers touch the surface of the water. Prickly cold.
"Take a look. " The man looks into the black water, " They were all free. They're all safe... Go to your sisters."
Splash. The cold burns the body, the clothes get heavier. Nastya is grabbed by the neck, stopping attempts to escape. Her screams turn into bubbles. Her screams are swallowed up by the forest. Her dress is grabbed by ghosts, they call her with them. They don't want to be alone, they are waiting for their sister.
Pleasure is reflected in the eyes of the beast. Those eyes...
The last scream bursts out of the water. This cry is louder, this cry echoes throughout the lake. A dozen voices merge in it. The voices are hungry for revenge. Arms like tenacious spider legs break out of the black quagmire, dragging the man behind them.
You're going to die
The water boils.
I won't let my sisters get hurt ever again
The gate at the bottom of the lake opened. They will accept all of us. The Entity is on our side.
Also FANFACTS
She has marks on her neck from suffocation.
her hair hovers over her body as if it is under water.
While walking, she makes gurgling and wheezing sounds.
Together with the radius of terror she has a quiet milody like a Trickster.
When the blood ripple effect is on you, you hear this melody regardless of the distance to Mavka
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goblinmodewrites · 1 year
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And The Abyss Stared Back
Pride Month Story no. 2
Thank you for reading, hope you have fun <3
TWs: Hints at wanting to die, otherwise nothing, really
Word count: 636
Please, do not repost or translate my work :)
Short summary
A metaphorical look at my own experience of figuring out where I stand on the lgbtqia+ spectrum.
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It was a feeling not unlike drowning, except the substance forcefully filling my lungs wasn't water, but air. I gasped, hands blindly grasping at everything in reach.
I couldn't scream, my head overflowing with emptiness. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could see, or hear.
A part of me begged to die, prayed that whatever was happening to me would just end.
The worst thing about it was the pressure all over my body. It stopped me from thinking, it restrained my mind and my limbs, and I found myself helplessly floating through an abyss so deep and dark, it consumed all my memories of any light having ever existed. There was only that hungry, starving vortex.
The second worst thing was how utterly, horribly uncomfortable I felt. My own skin, at any other time the armor necessary to keep me safe, turned against me.
It was a weapon in the hands of the unknown.
It itched and crawled, and I wanted noting more than to claw the stickiness off my flesh.
Pain seemed like heaven compared to this.
Once again, I gasped for air.
Who am I?
My mind wasn't my own.
Who could I be?
This emptiness, this vortex consuming any semblance of life at first sight; That wasn't me.
So, who am I?
The truth is, I didn't know back then, and I don't quite know now.
I knew I was human, I knew what I was supposed to be, and what was expected of me. What others thought I owed them.
It all felt so artificial.
Finally, the vortex let me go. My feet hit the ground with a wet squelch. Dark ichor dripped from the ceiling and covered the walls. I was slowly sinking into it, the black goo rising above my ankles and slowly slithering to my knees.
Do I plunge into darkness, or do I stay here?
A viscous strand of the disgusting goo dripped onto my shoulder.
Whatever lies beyond, it has to be better than this, right?
Better than this suffocating, all-consuming hell.
Nothing waited for me there, other than the sick familiarity of darkness, hatred, and lies.
I know this place all too well.
And I could no longer bear the darkness.
What lies beyond?
With a staggering strength, I tore my foot out of the slimy ichor.
I can do this.
With a grunt of effort, I reached for the wall.
And I plunged my hand inside it.
There has to be something, there has to.
The liquid was warm to the touch, different from the biting cold of the ichor everywhere else. The hostile familiarity shifted into comfort as more and more of my skin was consumed by the wall. Soon, my face was barely inches away.
Please, fuck, let something be there.
Darkness enveloped me. It was no longer a dripping, viscous ichor, but true emptiness.
I fell through the wall, seemingly leaving all my feelings behind.
Face-first, I emerged on the surface of an enormous lake. Enormous - but shallow. I was sitting on its shimmering surface, muscles shaking with fatigue.
I'm on the other side! This is it!
There was something after all.
I took a breath. Long, deep, and free. My lungs expanded as I gulped air hungrily. Like a prisoner starved of all life, my mind flooded with sensations.
The world pulsed with colors and sounds. The very air thrummed with the melody of rippling water as I shifted around in the lake.
I felt, for the first time in an eternity, my own heart beating in my chest. Blood filled my veins, and I eagerly stared at all the world had to offer. I may not have known who I am, yet, or what it was I was doing there, but...
I am alive.
I am here.
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angelofstarlight · 1 year
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Ruler of the abyss and evil VS the last Lunarian and Light of Hope
I had to get this out of my head because it would not leave. I should mention this au has no real set timeline. I will say when it happens of course or which event it is apart of.
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Yuu was in the gym field after having to excuse herself from Lilia's farewell party because the seal on her magic finally shattered. She refused to let her magic harm anyone there so she left to release a bit from magic build up.
However just as she was heading to return thorns grew around the entire school and most likely the isle. Yuu then began to run towards the hall of mirrors.
As she did the thorny vines attempted to grab her. Yuu managed to gracefully dodge and summon her sword. Moving with ease she cut the vines as they went for her. It was only when she heard footsteps against the stone path did Yuu get distracted and the vines wrapped around her arms pinning them to her sides.
Yuu struggled to get free before yelping when the vines were burned away. She then landed on the ground with a thud.
"Sorry about that. Only way to free you." Idia said coming into view.
"It's fine. We have to get to the others. I have a bad feeling about this. I think Malleus overblotted." Yuu said.
"Yeah I figured. Are you sure that's a good idea." Idia said.
"I refuse to let him suffer. I'm going to help him like I did with you and the others. I won't let him fall." Yuu said.
Idia looked at her shocked. Before he could respond a chuckle was heard.
"My my such a bold declaration." Malleus said appearing via a fiery entrance.
Yuu felt her face heat up at his appearance and was internally screaming because how dare he confuse her heart more. Idia snapped his fingers in front of her face and she snapped out of it.
"It's a promise. I am not letting this darkness engulf you. I don't care if I can't stand at all, I will save you." Yuu said.
Her announcement surprised both of them. Malleus couldn't help but laugh.
"Not let darkness engulf me? That is adorable." He said as Yuu glared.
He then walked over to her making Idia tense up. Yuu looked Malleus directly in the eyes and he froze. Her eyes were now brighter, practically glowing like his but that wasn't what froze him.
What froze him was the kindness and bravery in her but also the pain at seeing him like this.
"I refuse to let you suffer in it." Yuu said.
Malleus smiled and gently touched her cheek.
"Perhaps a sleeping curse is the best option for you. You are far too sweet and good for this world Yuu..." He said before she interrupted.
"Galaxy...My real name is Galaxy. I'm telling you because I'm tired of hiding it and want you to know it." She said.
Malleus froze looking at her before Idia stepped in and blasted him.
"You really have bad timing." He said as he grabbed her and booked it.
"Hades give her back!" Malleus roared as they ran.
The blonde blinked before sighing not surprised. Once they were at the hall of mirrors Idia set her down.
"First are you ok." He asked.
"Yeah just not over the fact of who you once were." Galaxy replied.
"Fair and second why would you give him your true name." Idia yelled.
She then blinked before shaking her head.
"I told him, not gave him it. Right now you need to distract Malleus while I go wake the others." Galaxy said.
"Fine by me. Distracting him will be easy." Idia said.
"Cool. Also it is weird hearing you talk without the gamer speak." Galaxy replied.
Idia laughed as Galaxy stepped through the mirror to the Diasomnia dorm. Once on the other side she ran to the dorm. Galaxy had to cut away the thorns to enter but she succeeded.
Inside the dorm she found everyone asleep on the ground. Taking a breath Galaxy summoned the Crystal and used it to wake everyone. At first she thought it didn't work until they began to groan and move.
Leona instantly sat up.
"I'm gonna kill that oversized lizard!" He roared.
"I'll help." Azul said.
Galaxy smiled before wobbling and falling to her knees.
"OH bad idea." She said getting their attention.
"Rosebud!" Riddle exclaimed moving to her quickly.
"I'm ok. Just used a powerful spell after just getting my magic back." She said.
Vil was about to say something when Idia crashed through the doors.
"Heads up I made Mal mad." He said.
"What could you have said that did that." Vil said.
"I made a comment about him still being sore about being beaten by Sora, Kairi and Riku." Idia said.
"You idiot!" Azul yelled about ready to strangle him.
Galaxy blinked not surprised by that. Before anyone could intervene Malleus appeared in a flash of fire. He looked livid and was glowering at Idia.
"No need to get mad." Idia said.
"I will deal with you later. Right now I have a different issue." Malleus said turning to the others.
"Well you haven't changed once you get angry." Jamil said.
"Funny. Now give me my child of man." Malleus said.
Galaxy looked at him worried as the others got in front of her. Malleus sneered before attacking. Idia and Jamil held their own decently as they countered.
Silver and Sebek were guarding Galaxy before she did something incredibly stupid. Summoning her magic, she sent a beam of it at Malleus to throw him off.
Except it didn't work as planned and sent him flying through the wall of the building.
"That wasn't supposed to happen." She squeaked horrified at herself.
"OH my." Crowley said as Idia cackled.
"We finally found his exact opposite." He said.
"Cackle about it later. We need to go now." Riddle said.
Everyone nodded before running to the mirror. As they reached it green lightning flashed behind them. Galaxy winced knowing she caused that. Once on the other side they began running except the thorny vines lashed out.
Everyone but Galaxy, who was tossed out of the way by Lilia was grabbed. She summoned her sword to help except Malleus appeared before her.
"Impressive magic. Never has anyone been able to do that to me." He said.
"My magic is pure light. And it wasn’t supposed to do that to you. I was trying to throw you off not throw you through the building." Galaxy answered.
"Yet you choose to be friends with me." Malleus said.
"Because I wanted to be. And because no deserves to be alone because of who they are." She said.
Malleus couldn't help but smile and walk closer to her.
"Once again I believe a sleeping curse will be a safe option for you." He said.
"You'll have to beat me first. I'm not going down without a fight." Galaxy said backing up and held up her sword.
"Very well then." Malleus said.
He then attacked and Galaxy dodged with ease. Magic was flying everywhere with each attack. The others watch were impressed, concerned or both.
"She should not be using so much magic after just getting it back." Crowley said.
"Yet she is holding up against Malleus." Silver said.
As soon as he said that Malleus managed to disarm Galaxy and point his staff at her.
"I win child of man." He said as the spindle of his staff was right in front of her.
"I'm disarmed, not out. I have one other thing I haven't tried." Galaxy said smirking.
Malleus raised a eyebrow at her before she tackled him. As she did Galaxy used the Crystal to get rid of the blot and snap Malleus out of it. Except it had knocked the two out.
"Well that was a experience." Jamil said as the thorns holding them vanished, as well as the ones around the entire isle.
"That's a understatement." Riddle said.
"Let's bring these two to the medical wing. I rather not risk the chance they are injured." Crewel said.
Crowley had already picked up Galaxy in his arms while Silver and Sebek helped Malleus. Everyone then made there way back to the school to rest from this whole.
This was something none of them were ever forgetting.
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yinnina · 1 year
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Late Night Run
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I sat on the red swing, not swinging but just admiring the view of the dark, cloudy sky that was filled with the coldness of the moon.
I had lost track of time, but I knew it was past midnight, meaning that everyone had gone home for the night.
Originally, I had come here to read peacefully, but I easily got distracted and started into the abyss.
I closed the book in my hands, No Longer Human, a short book written by Osamu Dazai.
The book was well written, but it was based on the terrible life of the main character, Oba Yozo, who was clearly based on the author.
I wasn't a huge fan of Osamu's books, for his books weren't all that great, but it amazed me how well written they were for those times.
It was clear that the Japanese-author wasn't a complete great person—but no one would be after driving his wife to commit suicide.
I left the thought behind and started swinging myself on the red swing, making it make a CHINNN noise as it swung.
It had been a few minutes until I started hearing footsteps from behind me, making me stop in my action and look over my shoulder.
There stood a tall, male figure, who I quickly recognized.
"Changed your mind, yes?" I asked, whispering low, but loud enough for him to hear me in the dead silence.
He scoffed, "whatever you mean?"
I sighed and stood up, dropping the book that was no longer in my lap.
"Listen here, arsehole," I started, "if you think I will go, and handle your 'I hate you when I'm around others but I'll be friendly when alone with you' shit, then let me tell you otherwise."
He glared at you, only making you glare back at him, "I don't act in such stupid way, it's only you who goes around thinking we're friends."
You have to be kidding me.
"No idea what kind of drug you are on now, Hopper, but must I remind you that you were the one who kept acting all nice around me?"
He started stepping towards me, making me stand my ground and puff my chest as I huffed. He grabbed my arm, raising it over his head to make sure I was looking at him and nothing else.
Even if he was a major arsehole, I couldn't deny it, he was very good looking. I didn't know what exactly was the good looking part, if it was his gold, curly hair, or his crystal blue pale eyes, or was it maybe the way he didn't handle people's bullshit? I couldn't tell, and probably will never be able to.
"I'm not into some kind of drug, I know my place and I know when to stop. You are just hallucinating with this whole 'friendship' thing you've created in your mind."
I groaned, "I wouldn't imagine such things, you probably just messed around with my mind and decided to insert those thoughts into it."
"So you admit to thinking about it?" He smirked, I didn't even think about my words, and that was my mistake, but I didn't show it.
No way I'm letting an arsehole like him get to me.
"Oh please, you are putting words in my mouth! Would you just leave me the fuck alone once and for all?"
I turned around, bending over to grab my book and walk away, but before I could, Vance had pushed me down to the floor, making me scrape my hands and knees.
"JUST WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I screamed at his, trying to get myself up before he kicked me back to the floor.
It was really no wonder the guy had no girlfriend, he was a major arsehole, and even if he did, she would have to be an idiot if she liked him for his angry personality.
If only he didn't have such an impulsive personality, then maybe, just maybe, girls wouldn't be afraid and would want to date him.
Just when I was about to scream at him again I saw the same ban that I knew screamed trouble, so I stayed silent. He must've noticed cause he turned the way I was looking at.
I noticed he stuffed slightly—almost as if he knew the same thing I did, but I didn't mention it, because I knew he would lash out on me.
I quickly got up and crouched down, going to the nearest bush to hide since I noticed the man wearing the hat hadn't noticed us just yet.
Vance did the same, crouching and trying to head to the nearest bust, but by then, the man had noticed him.
The pale guy rapidly got out of his ban, heading our way, and out of rush I grabbed Vance's hand and started backing away from the man slowly to show that we didn't want him near.
"Sorry if I frightened you," he stated, clearly noticing our overwhelmed figures, "but I couldn't help but wonder what two kids are doing out here at this hour and all alone."
He was slowly trying to get close to us, only to make us back away further from him.
He sighed, "I could take both of y'all home, I ain't a thread."
"He's clearly lying." Whispered Vance to me. The man, due to his age, not being able to hear us.
"We're fine, we are in any need for your help, sir." I spoke, trying my best to sound calm and polite without raising any eyebrows.
"I insist, please, I wouldn't want either of you getting hurt."
Me and Vance turned to look at each other, him shaking his head no.
"No, we're going now."
I sighed, having to agree with Vance in this one, whoever liked risking their life like this is crazy enough to be put into a mental institution.
The man was about to say something but Vance quickly ran, pulling me with him.
I had left my book behind, not even caring about it at the moment.
"He's clearly trying to get us both inside his ban." Vance yelled as we ran.
I was rather surprised, "But two in one? Is he trying to get caught?!"
"No fucking idea, and I don't wanna know!"
We could tell that the fucker was following us, because we heard the sound of a car nearing us, but clearly he was maintaining his distance and trying to be as silent as possible.
It was dead silent at night, so you could hear those who love to take late night walks. In this case, a late night run.
We had no fucking idea how long we had been running for, nor how many times we ran out of breaths and has to stop due to the pain in our feet, but we didn't completely stop running due to the danger we were in at the moment.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that the neighborhood Vance lived in came into view.
"Go, I'll get back home as safely as possible." I told him as we breathed heavily.
"Don't you dare die on me [L/N]." He said and nodded to me as he ran home, climbing his window to get inside.
It was clear that the boy didn't have a stable household, probably the reason for his anger, but one could never tell.
I didn't even want to think of it at the moment, I just wanted to get home safely and be able to breathe again.
I got to the neighborhood I lived in, but the demon had caught up to me by then.
I didn't even make it home.
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neonpaperlanterns · 1 year
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The sound of labored breathing and the frantic slapping of feet on wood echo through the rotting hallways. The noise bouncing off the thinning walls, altering anything and everything who could still hear.
Florence's lungs burned, her legs screamed in protest as she leapt over broken chairs and fractured desks. Dim yellow light popped and hissed as their glass shattered. Gurgled snarls rumble from behind her. The sound made her heart jump and it shook her to her core.
Her vision blurred as her foot caught on an uneven floor board. Florence somersaulted and rammed into a desk, a tape recorder was jarred from the impact and crashed onto the ground.
A crackled distorted voice speaking in a hushed tone filled the area.
I know I'm not alone here. I hear things.
Her head was spinning as she pushed herself up. Her gaze darted around frantically. She needed to hide. She didn't have time.
It whispers to me from the pipes. The ink talks to me, the ink knows me.
Desperate eyes landed on a hole that resided under the desk. Lights flickered on and off revealing that there was a hallway beyond. Hope that nearly choked her has her shoving the chair out of the way.
I think I want to join the the dark abyss. It's cold embrace speaks of comfort and understanding. It tells me I belong with it. It tells me that it can make everything better.
Nails scraped along sunken floorboards. Splintered wood threatening to stab into yielding flesh as her shoes skitter across the floor, frantic to gain purchase to push forward.
Trust in the ink. It knows what is best for us. Give in, trust in me. I have seen the eye of our God and it means us no harm! It is beautiful! It is pure! IT WILL SAVE US ALL!
Florence pulls her torso through the hole. She will get out of here. She will make it. She will get away from that thing.
A warm damp hand gently wraps around her ankle. It slithers further up to rest of her calf. Frozen dread pierces her heart. The air is forced form her lungs and she is immobile.
Time has suspended and nothing moves. Her ears are ringing and she can't hear the popping of the lights. She can't hear the low climbing laugh that is drowning in ink. She can't hear her own plea for salvation.
A second hand dances up her leg, needle like nails tapped out a tune.
A single tear rolled down her dirt stained cheek.
These pipes that flow from the ink machine, give life to our little friend moving on the screen. He's got two pointy ears and can be seen moving in the halls behind the scenes.
He's listening and always moving, following and choosing, standing and improving. Then one day you pulled the string and you re-animated our little Bendy.
Bendy and the ink machine.
In a way you've never seen.
Bendy and the ink machine.
Better watch out or he'll make you scream.
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