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spiralwriting · 4 months

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Promises

(look at me being productive, woo hoo)

Promises should never be broken.

Despite the knots that tightened sickeningly in my stomach and the salty river that threatened to spill from my eyes with each passing second, that sentiment circled my brain, flashing like a neon sign.

No matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much I wish I could be anywhere but here.

A promise is a promise, no matter the pain it causes.

So in spite of the dread settling in my heart, I face the man I've come to visit- the man I promised to visit.

This is far from the first time I've sat on this decrepit old chair across from the equally uncared for table, but the white hot glare it reflects never ceases to scolded my eyes; exposing them to the ugly truth of the situation. A Truth I'd trade for anything: a miracle perhaps. A miracle I'd use to travel back in time, one I'd use to prevent this all from happening. How? I don't know, but I'm sure I'd find a way.

If only I had the chance.

Today is particularly grim, so grim in fact that I wish I hadn't even bothered rolling out of bed this morning. Although, I wouldn't miss today for the world, even if it causes me unparalleled amounts of agony.

I can't miss today, it might be my last opportunity to say goodbye, because I don't think I can bring myself to come back and face him if things don't end up going well.

"You didn't have to come today..." His voice, soft, yet tense. "I know this must be hard for you..." he feels it too, the pressure in the room.

Sighing, I shake my head, "No matter how I feel, today is important. I want to be here for you before shit goes down."

This afternoon, the final trial, the verdict. It's terrifying, but it's unavoidable. The gang has been together through thick and thin, today is no different. Currently, there have been no hints towards what might happen, so it's completely up in the air, which makes it that much more unnerving. Ashley is supposed to be giving a statement to the court, which is interesting, seeing as nobody had asked any of us to do so.

"Well I'm glad you're here," a small, feble smile spreads across his scarred face "I will admit, I was really happy when the guard told me you did end up coming."

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face, knowing that I made his day a little brighter during this bleak time. "Good news for you then, I'm not going anywhere, love."

A yawn suddenly overtakes that smile, drowsiness swallowing my body. "You look exhausted," concern shadows his face "you haven't been sleeping right again, have you?"

I run a hand through my hair, averting my gaze to look at the dull concrete walls of the room instead of his rather unimpressed expression.

"Don't worry about it, just a couple of late nights." My eyes return to meet his, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Mmhmm."

I can't help but laugh bitterly at his disbelief. I'm aware that he knows me far too well to fall for that blatant lie, and he knows it to.

"Let's be real here, the words 'sleep schedule' haven't been in my vocabulary since I was 12 and they released clumpy."

From the serious look on his face, he didn't appear to like my joke too much. "Has this whole thing been stressing you out? It's okay if it has, i understand that but it shouldn't stop you from functioning. You still need to take care of yourself-"

"Relax! It's nothing to do with this, it's just work n' shit." Lier.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He sighs in defeat, wether he believes me or not, he doesn't push further. "How have you been anyways? Up to anything interesting?"

I think for a moment, resting my head lazily in my hand, whilst the other traces imaginary shapes across the fridgid table. "No, not really. Life's been pretty boring since we lost most of the group." My eyes narrow "I spend most of my time working now, trying to get enough money to get myself a place." Head shifting to look at him once again, my hand stops and relaxes. "When I'm not working my ass off, I'm usually here." Or drinking my life away in the dark abis my room.

He sits back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, something I've always loved about him, even now, it's so... Cute. "When's the last time you spoke to ash?"

Mirroring his actions, my face falls in distain. "Not recently, that's for sure. I've talked to her about all this, but she's certain none of it is real, that were just deluded by childhood fantasies." A scoff falls from my mouth "So I haven't bothered with her."

"I know it's frustrating, she's expressed the same feelings towards me when she's been here, but you can't isolate yourself like this." He moves forward, holding his chained hand out for mine. I oblige. "You're gonna end up alone, and that's not what you deserve."

My grip on his hands tighten as I attempt to conceal my frustration, "I know, I don't want to end up alone, it's just so... Ugh!" Ripping my hands from his own, I rub my face, aggravated "I just don't understand how after everything she still doesn't believe us. After Larry, after Todd, after..." My gaze falters and falls to the table "... You."

"Her friends are getting hurt, and I don't understand how she just doesn't care." I burry my face in my hands.

After everything we've been through together, her complete disregard for anything I, or anyone else has to say, is pushing me to the edge. I know I'm not insane, despite what she might think.

"Don't say that," guilt consumes me at the somber tone of his voice "she does care, in her own way, she just... doesn't understand. She's still out friend, remember that."

I peek at him through my fingers, he's leaned forward again, brows knitted together and sad look in his eyes. He's hurt by her disbelief, I can see it, but like always, he sees the best in her, like he does with everyone. Like he did with me. He's so sweet, so kind, and I'm once again brought back to how. How could this happen? I believe him when he says he had no choice, but why. Why sal? Why the most genuine, most loving man on this earth? It's not fair.

But when has life ever been fair to him?

My head falls forward, hands dropping and hair covering my shameful face, "Yeah, sorry, you're right. I'm just frustrated, you know? It's hard to understand where she's coming from but... She probably feels the same way, huh?"

"Yeah, she does. Can't blame her, she was never as involved as we were in the cult."

The guilt falls away with the force of a waterfall, replaced with uncontrollable rage at the mention of the cult. They caused all of this. I haven't thought about, nor touched anything to do with it since the incident. Why would I when all it does it cause harm and heartache to those who get involved? As soon as this whole thing is over, I don't plan on sticking around long.

"Alright Mr. Fisher, times up." A guard saunters lazily into the room, looking at a sheet of paper. "you've got an appointment with Dr. Enon before your trial."

Blankly, I stare at the man that interrupted our conversation. The world around me begins to dissolve as I realise the time that approaches.

I rise to my feet, legs feeling numb, and as if I could collapse at any moment. My steps feel staggered as I make my way out of the melancholy room. In contrast to the dull, lifeless room I previously sat in, the seemingly endless halls are pristine, bright and somewhat less depressing. Though, it still feels devoid of life.

My body turns and takes a step forward towards sal.

"I'll see you in the court room, okay?" My hands caress his mask, fingers running smoothly across his scruffy hair. Guiding his face up, I lay the ghost of a kiss on his forehead, keeping it there for a moment. "I love you, Sal." A whisper, a secret, a promise, only for us to hear.

A relaxed exhale releases loudly through the holes of his prosthetic, head leaning against my chin slightly. "I love you too..."

"Come on, let's go!"

I glare at the guard overtop of the mop of messy blue hair, releasing his face and taking a miniscule step backwards. A smile sits painfully along my face as we say our farewells and I watch him turn and make his way down the hall.

I stand there for what feels like hours before he finally rounds a corner.

My face falls.

#sal fisher #sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #fanfic #part 1 #sal x reader #angst #tw death and shit #fanfiction #sally face fanfiction

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spiralwriting · 4 months

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Surprise surprise, it's your birthday!

(AN: This is pretty old, so I'm sorry if it's shit, I'm just trying to clear out my drafts)

"Will that be all for today, Mx.[L.Name]?"

My gaze raises from my wallet, meeting the glowing face of the florist, a sweet shinning smile spread welcomingly across her slightly mucky face; she must of been tending to the gardens before I came in.

I've admired her for quite some time, she has a dedication rivaled by no other. I, personally, only come in here about three or four times a year, for various gifts and yet, she still flawlessly remembers my name. It's a bit futile, given that most people won't notice the minor attention to detail... But I think it's nice to be remembered between the thousands of people that regular here each week.

"Please, Julie, call me [Name]," I smile at her, attempting (yet failing) to match her enthusiasm, "Mx. [L.Name] feels... weird."

She only chuckles in response, "Yes, of course, I'm sorry," shifting, she leans on the worn countertop, "Will that be all for today, [Name]?"

"Yep, that's it, thank you." With a quick swipe of my card, I send her one last grin as she wishes me a good day, waltzing out the green door; bouquet in hand.

Engine sailing into a smooth start, it hums back to life, raring to go; almost as excited as I am. Cruising along the charcoal roads, I lightly tap my fingers to the beat of the imaginary music, watching the road attentively.

I pull in under the impressive arch, the car hauls to a stop as I collect my essentials and hop out, meandering my way up the hill; spotting today's special person. "Hey, Michael!" I call out to him excitedly. "Happy birthday! I know you don't particularly like to celebrate, so I don't have anything planned. It's just you and me, like always,"

Dropping down to the mossy floor, I smile brightly, "Y'know, I was kinda stumpt on what to get you, so I just settled for some flowers. I know you've always liked them," It was true, I could never give him anything without him getting all pouty and timid, but flowers always had him smiling like a mad man, red faced and hiding behind his hands.

Playfully glaring, I lean back on my hand, other holding a tight grip on the flowers plastic wrapping, "You're an evil man, Michael. Making me walk all the way out here, with my old bones! It's cruel!"

My eyes fall closed, the cool air caressing my face, "I suppose it isn't all bad. Exercise is good for you, I guess... Never been one for it myself though." Laughing, I sit back up again, letting my gaze trail down to the gift in my hands.

"I hope you like them, I didn't know what colour to get you... But you always seem to like them regardless..."

Inchmeal, my soft gaze lifts from the lush bouquet of assorted flowers, hands halting to a gradual stop from petting the delicate pettles, tracing their imperfections. My expression falls limp, bashful smile completely fallen from my face as I stare at the writing engraved on the stone before me.

"... I wish you were still here, Michael."

#michael afton #Fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton x reader #michael x reader

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spiralwriting · 9 months

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Yandere! Doctor Who x Reader

[Can be imagined as any doctor you wish... except the most recent one I suppose.]

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that mysteriously showed up in your garden one night. A man without a name, without a family, and without a logical explanation as to why he was here.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that completely enraptures you. From his tails of other dimensions, to his claims of being an alien with a time-traveling police box. He's odd, but oh so enchanting.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that offers to show you amazing things, go amazing places! Places where few humans get to go.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that asks you to trust him... And you do. You take his hand, entering the magical box that's somehow bigger on the inside, and set off to places unimaginable.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that shows you the universe in all its ethereal glory. Galaxys upon galaxys, planet upon planets, timelines upon timelines, all with their own unique beauty.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that protects you against evil, that helps the vulnerable, that saves the universe as you know it. The man you grew to love.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that's horribly rusty with human love, yet an amazing charmer. A wink and a smirk dazzling enough to make your knees wobble and your heart sore. Contrasted with those adorable puppy like eyes staring up at you as you take control.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that finds it hard to focus with you around. He tries and tries, but his mind always wanders back to you. Your safety, your touch, your warmth, your comfort. You've captured him in a web he's not sure he even wants to try untangle.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that catches wind of your homesickness before your even aware of it yourself. He panics for merely a moment before coming to the conclusion that he just needs to show you more, give you more! The feeling will pass any day.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that falters when you ask him to bring you home. His body freezes, grip tightening on your waist, whilst he listens to your heart beating against your ribs. He calms at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that asks you: why? Aren't you having fun? The man that doesn't understand that you've thrown your life away without thinking, because you are the only life he has. He manages to convince you, he can bring you back to exactly when you left, nobody will know, you won't have missed anything, so why not enjoy yourself a little more? It works, but for how long will you be content?

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that practically throws a fit when you demand to be brought home. He's bargaining, then yelling, then crying, then yelling some more. It's like whiplash. You need him! Just as much as he needs you! Without him, you can't be safe, you could get hurt... Or die! Boom, and your life is over! Wouldn't you rather live this life with him than possibly none at all?

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that eventually gives in to your demands, but not without a plan. Sure, he'll bring you back to earth, but you never did specify which one. He brings you back and for a while, things are normal, until an outbreak of disease and evil sweeps through the world.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that you wish and pray to come back for you. You regret everything, he was right, you'll go with him if it means you'll be safe.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that hears it all, sitting in an unspoken corner of your house, camped out in the TARDIS, waiting for the right moment to swoop in and save you. That moment comes along just as an infected goes to attack you, he grabs your hand and drags you into his box.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that you hug desperately, tears burning your eyes as you beg him to forgive you, while thanking him for saving you. You never did seem to notice that the TARDIS was in your livingroom.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that so graciously forgives you and promises to protect you no matter what, as long as you promise to never doubt him again. Foolishly, you agree.

- Yandere! Doctor Who, the man that looks over his shoulder, towards your sleeping form, smiling gently to himself. The man that's quite proud of himself for coming up with such a plan. The man that has you all to himself now.

[Nobody asked for this, but I delivered anyways. I actually haven't watched Doctor Who in quite a long time, so I apologise if this isn't accurate to the character at all, feel free to tell me your thoughts.]

#yandere #gender nuetral reader #xreader #doctor who #yandere doctor who #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere doctor #im excited for david tennant to come back #this show was my childhood

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spiralwriting · 2 years

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I really loved the Yandere reader. We need more of these. Can you make one of Azul Ashengrotto with a Dom Male Yandere S/O plz? Sfw and Nsfw.

Ah, my first request, thank you so much! I really hope you enjoy this one.

_________________________________________{Isolation, Intimidation, Sudo-drowning, Dependency, Non-con, Dub-con, Violence, Toxic Relationship, M!Reader}

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Sfw:

Azul, by nature, is a nervous creature, he always has been, he's just gotten better at hiding it over the years. He struggled to fit in for so much of his childhood, that he eventually gave up on silly concepts such as love and fate, believing that nobody could love a strange, chubby little octo-twerp like himself.

So, it's fair to say that your behaviour is odd and horribly puzzling to Azul. You seem genuine about your pursuit of his love, you seem genuine in your words of encouragement and comfort, everything you do and say to him seems genuine, and he can't help but hate it.

It's so conflicting for Azul, because for so much of his life, he was preparing himself to spend the rest of it alone, yet here you are, heart is worn so visibly on your sleeve, waiting for him to take it and do as he pleases. He doesn't want to risk it though... What if you're lying?

Though, deep down, there's this twing of longing brewing within him, that so desperately wants to follow your bait and hook himself on your fishing line, ready to reel him in and devour him whole.

He knows that your behaviour is wrong, the things you say, the way you act, it's not natural to be so obsessed, but something in him tells him to ignore every red flag that pops up over your head. Cephalopods can't see colours after all.

He indulges himself unknowingly, every touch, every word, every service you do for him has him smitten, heart pounding out of his chest. Even when he jumps, even when he clears his throat and backs away, don't stop pushing your way into his lonely heart.

As time goes on and you only seem to get more intense, his feelings don't clear, but he's far more comfortable to let you do as you please. It's embarrassing, being pulled onto your lap, being slung over your shoulder or being pulled by his waist to the places he needs to be, but he has your undivided attention at all times, and it feels good.

However, it's almost too much to handle, all the attention you give him. The care behind your touches, the adoration behind your eyes as you stare at him, the sweetness in your voice as you praise him. He starts to get nervous when he notices just how much attention you are giving him, avoiding your gaze and chuckling uncomfortably. It's unnerving but so exhilarating.

He isn't used to being bossed around anymore, but he can deal with it, you're not cruel with it or anything. Yes, you tease him about the redness in his cheeks or how his glasses slid down his nose because of how sweaty he got from the lightest of touches, but you know when to switch it up and start reassuring, it's incredible.

He's been told by many people that the way you act isn't okay, but by this point, you have him hooked. He honestly doesn't think he could recover if you left him, he's so dependent on you for everything that he just couldn't handle it. He found that out the hard way.

He had told you one day that he couldn't be around you anymore if you keep acting the way you do, it's detrimental to him, yourself and everyone around you. By the time you'd come to visit him in his office that night, you didn't even have to open your mouth before he silently walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he silently sobbed in your arms. Safe to say he never tried that again.

That's how you punish him when he's out of line, talking to people he shouldn't, going places without you, etc. Simply spit a 'whatever' at him and walk away. Ignore him and watch the panic wash through him. It hurts to ignore him, but you know it hurts him more. There's just something so rewarding about having him grovelling on his knees, gripping tightly onto your trousers as he begs you to talk to him again.

He's too far gone now to realise just how toxic your relationship has become.

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NSFW:

- The two of you have fucked in his natural form. You downed that underwater breathing potion, forced him through that portal and fucked him until he was begging for more. It took some getting used to, but you had all the time in the world to explore his body and discover a whole new him.

He hated it at first, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his pot but he couldn't do anything but watch as your hands so lovingly explored him, too frozen in shame and embarrassment to move.

He inked you. Not that you cared, you were learning so much about him. Though, he died of shame. He cried and cried the entire time you examined him, but it quickly stopped once you found where to shove it.

As for sex on land, Azul's preferred form of intercourse, things are a lot calmer in that region. Normally, it comes after date night, or when one of you really needs the release, but other than that, you're not flat out all the time. Azul finds it nice, but a bother to clean up. When he's exhausted, riding out his high and completely filled by you, the last thing he wants is for you to get up to clean the two of you.

Public is something Azul wouldn't ever consider, but boy, do you really love it. Watching him shift in his seat across the room when you turn the settings of his vibrator up, all while you glare at the person who flirted with him yesterday, knowing damn well who he belongs to.

Touching him during house warden meetings. Reaching your foot under the table and against his crotch as he presents his part of the meeting. Or reaching across to tease his thigh during a quiet part, watching him try not to shift or make any noise.

Sometimes getting rough with him. Whenever you've had a bad day and Azul's business is getting to you, you slap the papers out of his hand and slam him up against the lockers in the hall. You force him to the ground with a hand in his hair, unzipping your trousers with a simple demand. 'Suck it.'.

Cockwarming. He's signing contracts, doing homework, and all else that he is required, all while you harden further in his ass, stretching him well. Leaning back on his chair and watching him 'discreetly' shift for any kind of friction, only for you to stop him, and tell him to finish his paperwork first.

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Some things he likes about your relationship:

- You remember everything about him, it makes things simple for him when he needs to unwind. You know just how he likes his favourite drink, what show to put on, how he likes being held, just what to say. He appreciates your memory.

- You don't let him push you away. While yes, it's quite bothersome at times when he needs to be alone, it's also really good for when his thoughts get the better of him and he starts to push you away as a coping mechanism.

- Your gifts are meaningful. It's not empty money dumping for the sake of the price tag, it's special and unique to him. You give him coins from your homeland, homemade scrapbooks, and love letters every day. Literally, he never knows what to expect because it's seldom something mundane and cliche.

- You stand up for him. While he can do it himself nowadays, he really appreciates it when you step Infront of him and scare the shit out of the offenders. Never did he have someone so hell-bent on defending him at all costs before, it feels good to know you'd sooner die than let anything happen to him.

- You'd do anything for him. He likes the control (or what he believes to be control). It's scary to see you physically act on that promise, but he can't help but blush every time you tell him that, because he knows damn well you mean it.

(He wanted to test that theory once, and told you that someone hit him during his study time at the library. He followed you around until he watch you quite brutally beat the ever-loving shit out of the man, leaving him bleeding on the ground for someone else to find. He was shocked, but holy shit was he relieved that you meant it.)

- You don't let the twins deter you. Oftentimes, he finds himself quite isolated because the twins are so intimidating, it's hard for people to approach him. So, he likes that you genuinely couldn't give a fuck about them, and only care whenever Floyd gets a little too close or Jade's had enough time for business talk.

- When you go on dates. It's so intimate, so fairytale-like, he can't help but get lost in the moment. He forgets everything else and just relaxes and unmasks over dinner with you, or whatever else you're doing. It's nice to see him like that when he truly feels comfortable.

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Some things he hates about your relationship:

- How limited his alone time is. Azul, while starved for social connection, still values his time alone, which is very difficult to come by with you around. You're so... Suffocation. He appreciates the gesture, but let him breathe... *Please*.

- How limited his social circle is. He fought and struggled with you to let him sign deals with people alone, and he's only permitted 30 minutes before you storm in and kick the person out. He can't even go to his board game club and talk to Idia without you looming over him, scaring the ever-loving shit out of the poor introvert. Nobody is safe from your wrath, so it's better to keep you happy, right?

- Nothing seems to scare you off. He has tried on multiple occasions to ward you off by sending Floyd in your direction and he ended up in worse condition than you did. How you did it, Azul doesn't know and he's frankly scared to ask. He's even dragged you out to the middle of the ocean, dragged you down as far as possible and held you there until you couldn't hold your breath anymore, yet all you did was kiss him, make him breathe into your mouth and admire his octo-form. He was baffled.

- He doesn't have as much time for things he enjoys. You just require so much attention that he can't think about anything else. Maybe that was your plan, pollute his mind with nothing but thoughts of you, it's only fair that he returns the favour.

#disneys twisted wonderland #yandere #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst azul #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #yandere octavinelle #twst wonderland #twst #male reader #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader

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spiralwriting · 2 years

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Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

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{𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑐𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑢𝑏-𝑐𝑜𝑛, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑤𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝐷𝑁𝐼.}

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞: (𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞). 𝐈𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

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Malleus's didn't turn out very long, I really didn't have much of an idea for his, but it's still something. I might remake it another time.

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𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟

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𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎; 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞r 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙰𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙, 𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗.

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑘 𝑍𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑡

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𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎; 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗, 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍? 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢��𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚡, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

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𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎; 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

𝚂𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜... 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍) 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 '𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔ing 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎

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𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎; 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚜𝚘, 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑... 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙, 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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Floyd Leech x Introverted! Reader

Third person narrative

Gender neutral

Fluff

Everyone has a social battery, and it recharges depending on how many people you interact with and who you surround yourself with during the course of a day. For some, more is better and for others... not so much.

I'm the latter.

Although it's not Because I hate people or interacting with them, it's just so draining having to keep up with more than one person at a time, multiple times a day; it gets exhausting. So, instead of going out with friends and partying late into the night, as many other students here tend to do, I just recline into the cleanest piece of furniture in my dusty dorm and watch a comedy without worrying about people barging in and ruining my comfortable solitude.

Well... Normally that's the case. Sometimes Ace is once again cast from his dorm after another broken rule, often dragging Duece not too far behind. Sometimes it's Epel desperate to escape the clutches of Vil for just one night. These interruptions are regular, but never enough to run me ragged because I didn't get enough alone time before the morning.

Although, I've been more and more fatigued lately, thanks to a certain cunning eel. Floyd Leech: any introvert's worse nightmare and greatest enemy. People like Floyd are the ones that drag you every which way in a futile attempt to quench their boredom, taking pleasure in tormenting quiet kids like me that are too polite to say otherwise. His ability to drain me of any previous energy in the short space of an hour is truly a feat, something he's mastered and something he most definitely enjoys.

Though... I'd be lying if I said he was a complete nuance. Sure, he's erratic and unpredictable, but when his day has been trying and he's on his last thread, mood seemingly beyond repair, he seems to quite enjoy his trips to ramshackle. For once, he's quiet and still, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, head on a clenched fist as he glares daggers at the TV, and that's how he'll remain until the silly show finally cracks a laugh out of him. Then, before we know it, Jade's knocking at the door and dragging Floyd with him to return to Octavinelle for the night, kicking and screaming the whole way out the door as I wave them off and leave to head to bed myself.

How this started, I genuinely don't know, but it's become an almost nightly ritual. He storms in, slamming the door, stomping to the couch and throwing himself down on the dusty cushions. I ask a simple question: 'sit in silence?' and he'll only grunt in return. Every time it happens, it happens in the same predictable way, I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten bored of it yet.

I've often wondered why he enjoys our quiet time so much, and I'm left with silly, half-truths that he flings around carelessly. However, it's obvious that Floyd just doesn't want me to know the truth, not willing to be seen as vulnerable, too afraid to be taken advantage of in the same way he's done to many others.

But it's clear that having someone who doesn't reminisce about when he wasn't as fickle as a child like Jade or Azul or doesn't call him selfish and shallow like many others, is a refreshing and welcome change. He just wants someone who merely understands that this is how he is, no way around it and doesn't try to change his mood to fit what they think it should be. Someone who accepts him for him. Someone willing and patient to sit and wait it out with him.

So, I don't let the sharp expression and threatening posture throw me off as I sit with him, simply waiting like I know he wants me to. He appreciates it, that much is clear. It makes him feel human, accepted, seen and most importantly, it makes him feel loved.

And he wouldn't choose to have it any other way.

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Disneys Twisted Wonderland

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☜︎︎︎ Yandere octavinelle

☝︎ 3rd person

☞︎︎︎ Gender neutral

☟︎︎︎ Possible trigger warning

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Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. Time seemed irrelevant and almost untraceable within the confines of this new world [name] had found themself trapped in. The clock ticked and the moments passed by silently and speedily, like one walks in the dark, hoping not to attract attention from unwanted overseers. They felt as if they were going crazy, counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the *days* that they remained here, unable to leave.

However, if they stopped counting, they feared as though the magic spell cast upon this world would lure them in, entrapping them in its welcoming, wonderful embrace, as they would come to forget about their previous life.

That wasn't a very pleasant thought to [name].

Their time wasn't entirely spent counting... No, that wouldn't do them any good, they knew that. More often than not, they found themselves entangled in the (mostly) harmless mischief that their little self proclaimed 'first-year gang' often found themselves in, unwilling or not. It was a good distraction... And dare [name] say, fun. Getting to know these eccentric and unique characters first-hand, was an amazing experience, the only real thing keeping them sane.

Of course, they would often talk to the other students of Night Raven College, not isolating themselves to just one year. With so many people to meet, why limit yourself?

Overall, things weren't as bad as one would expect, being flung into a new dimension and all.

Although, with all good things, bad things almost always come around to balance everything out. That rained true, even in this twisted wonderland.

[Name] wasn't sure if it was paranoia, sleep deprivation or a genuine problem but a certain dorm had taken a keep interest in them. For what reason? They don't know. Perhaps they were imagining the lingering stares or the '20% off at monstero lounge, one day only offer!' coupons that would slip under their door in the mornings or how the identical twins seemed to be *everywhere*.

This uncomfortable, eerie feeling followed them around like q looming shadow. Everywhere they turned, [Name] felt nothing but unease. Though, it didn't arise from the smiling faces of their friends, the uninterested forms of passer-Byers, mischief ghosts, or even the relentless badgering they received from the quite literal monster that had perched himself on their tense shoulder.

No, this threatening, persistent aura was derived from the darkest depths of the sea, in the form of Floyd, Jade and on occasion, Azul. For reasons unknown, they wanted [Name] to notice them, despite the humans efforts not to. However, the three most certainly weren't taking no for an answer.

After all, when they want something, they know just how to get their slimy hands on it.

With this newfound knowledge, [Name] made a very conscious, very obvious effort to avoid the peering, piercing eyes of the unwavering twins. Often sitting through classes they didn't attend in order to escape the desolate halls Floyd was chasing them down. Often keeping their head on a swivel in an attempt to catch Jade out, spotting him behind that bush. Often completely ignoring any interaction Azul tried to initiate with them, in fear of being rangled into some form of a contract.

This constant weariness unlocked some very valuable skills, however. Before, [Name] never considered themselves to be a very fast runner, but surprisingly, the threat of two very freakishly tall and freakishly strong sea creatures with nothing but ill intent chasing after you is a whole hell of a lot more motivating than the typical 'big dog' or 'serial killer' or 'mum with your report card'.

With the amount of thought [Name] was putting in and the amount of care they were involving in their life, you'd think they'd be safe from the hungry claws of their stalkers.

So how the hell did they get boxed in by the two people they feared the most? Completely trapped and forced to face them head-on, like a standoff between predator and prey.

Who would win?

Only time would tell.

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