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flumenlux · 1 month
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Nevada and a simple man. [Pt.1]
Aimlessly walking around was all I could do, the blood staining my clothes. My heartbeat rang in my ears, <when was the last time I ate?> was what I wondered while my stomach rumbled empty. The sound was so loud that I asked myself if I would get found out because of it. The bandages covering my head were insufficient to stop the bleeding inflicted by that floating man, he possessed strange abilities. What sane person could revive dead people as zombies? It made no sense, yet in the mayhem of Nevada, such nonsense was normalized.
I was once a doctor, the best in my field before the Agency took over, making me a mindless agent who was bound to snap. And so I did, killing everyone who got in my way. Now, my medical coat, once white, was stained red. I panted, the scar on my cheek revealing my teeth as a stupid grunt aimed at me, rather than the target. Lucky for me, the bullet wasn't fatal. The black scarf wrapped around my neck swirled in an invisible wind, as I focused on not getting caught by the agents outside the structure I planned to raid for resources. My legs ached with pain, yet I refused to give up, wanting food, even if it tasted like nothing.
Upon entering the building, my expectations for a highly-guarded facility were crushed to find that there were no security guards stationed at the entrance. I thought nothing of it and proceeded deeper into the bowels of the edifice, only to notice that there was a severe lack of personnel in the area—this caused me to grow increasingly uneasy. It was evident that someone had already wiped out this establishment before me. I cautiously continued my exploration, alert for any sign of a threat, or even the slightest movement.
As I was about to leave the building, fully aware that I would not find anything more there than dead bodies, I suddenly heard the distinct sound of a gun's safety being switched off. I swiftly turned around, my eyes meeting those of a short grunt who wore a headphone set and a visor on his head, along with bandages that matched mine but were far less bloody. He pressed the gun against my temple, his eyes narrowed, clearly wary of my sudden movements.
I could only grunt.
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flumenlux · 1 month
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Hello! I'm Flumenlux [Basically Riverlight],
I'm a basic European gentleman with a passion for writing and most specifically fanfictions;I mostly write in English however if requested I could write in any language.
I write character x reader, character x character and if requested character x oc
I'm in the following fandoms:
Mcyt *(see the end of the post)
Sally Face
Undertale
Madness Combat
One Piece
Creepypasta
That's not my neighbor
Five Nights at Freddy's
Call of Duty
Etc.
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You may refer to me as either Lux, Flumen or Flumenlux.
Strictly use He/Him or They/Them pronouns when referring to me
I only write Gn and Male Y/N, my apologies to the female aligning people who are willing to follow me.
I do not do NSFW, only slight smut.
*I do not support William Spencer Gold but I'm willing to write about C!Wilbur as I believe for them to be two different people. Wilbur is strictly fictional while William is a real, abusive, person.
Same goes for Technoblade, I will be writing about his character in his memory but not about Alex, as I find that it would be highly disrespectful due to his death.
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