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ruiination · 3 months

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// i am going to bed early tonight because i have a headache but look at julie and susie and tell me your thoughts....

#( meta ↷ out of character. )#( muse ↷ julie. )#( visage ↷ julie. )#( muse ↷ susie. )#( visage ↷ susie. )

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farflungstarlightmuses · 10 months

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@quantum-quartz thank you darling!!

So uh

Yeah I'm murder drones au-ing Susie :]

#beyond the stars!; ooc #Susie Haltmann; visage #Susie v; Murder Drones

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zephyr-of-punishment · 2 years

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tag dump

#Challenger Approaching! (Promo)#Hitting the Pause Button (OOC)#Ready? Go! (IC)#Fun Fact! (Headcanon)#Verse: Canon #Verse: Undertale #Verse: Sonic #Verse: Monster Prom #Verse: Crossover #Come to Gaze Upon My Sprightly Visage? (Berdly)#Eternal Gaming Rival! (Kris)#The Real Smart Kid (Noelle)#Not Only Kind but a True Gamer as Well (Susie)#Fun Gang Lackey (Ralsei)#Uh. Who is That Guy? (Lancer)#Put on a Pedestal (Self Promo)#Verse: Breath of the Wild

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chalkcrave · 2 years

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tags!

#🪓 ic ┊the violet tormentor #🪓 ooc ┊the other susie #🪓 ask ┊the hell you want #🪓 thread ┊just another page in the story of my life #🪓 prompt ┊cmere #🪓 starter call ┊who wants to hang #🪓 headcanon ┊secret glimpses into the life of a dragon #🪓 visage ┊the rudest girl in hometown #🪓 kris ┊moss finder #🪓 ralsei ┊the power of fluffy boys #🪓 noelle ┊girl next door #🪓 ship ┊perhaps it's not impossible to find someone for me #🪓 krusie ┊you were my first friend and from it grew something more #🪓 ralsusie ┊a lullaby that brings me comfort like no other #🪓 suselle ┊it really didn't have to be a dream #🪓 music ┊wanna listen to some tunes #🪓 games ┊finally some fun around here #🪓 open ┊come one come all #🪓 deltarune ┊some kind of hero or something #🪓 undertale ┊buried under with everyone else #🪓 dbd ┊a spiral of death #🪓 crossover ┊where the FUCK are we #🪓 crack ┊god fucking damn it kris

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stxtic-scribbles · 2 months

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SUSIE.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

AGE: teenager.

FANDOM: deltarune*.

VERSES: main.

DESCRIPTION: susie is the team's tank and heavy hitter. violent tendencies (but is secretly a softie). purple reptilian monster. diet consists of chalk and her enemies' faces (joke).

TAG SOURCE(S): herself & one (1) reference to the deltarune ost.

* jax has yet to play chapter 2 somehow.

//she has so many good options for crack tags. im considering "Create a Machine to Thrash Your Own Ass."

#. . . am i late? .ᐟ.ᐟ susie #i... um... don't do puzzles. .ᐟ.ᐟ headcanons (susie)#you don't have to say anything. .ᐟ.ᐟ dash comm. (susie)#vs. susie .ᐟ.ᐟ music (susie)#if you tell me what to do. . . i'll listen to you. .ᐟ.ᐟ musings (susie)#what good can i say about someone trying to kill us? .ᐟ.ᐟ starter (susie)#please keep body tackling the soda machine. .ᐟ.ᐟ crack (susie)#beast? what beast? .ᐟ.ᐟ visage (susie)#it even looks kind of fast! .ᐟ.ᐟ aes (susie)#you know he's bad at mazes right?! .ᐟ.ᐟ dash games (susie)

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astr0logies · 3 months

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‧₊˚⋅ ♯ 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ! : the twisted angel , alice angel & susie campbell tags .

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rebelliousfamily · 1 year

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susie tag drop

#susie lavoie visage #no one escapes death (susie lavoie)#susie likes #susie musings

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hexsided · 2 years

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#🪓 susie ┊ic #🪓 susie ┊headcanon #🪓 susie ┊pre canon verse #🪓 susie ┊canon verse #🪓 susie ┊ducktales verse #🪓 susie ┊sonic verse #🪓 susie ┊bad guys verse #🪓 susie ┊crossover verse #🪓 susie ┊musings #🪓 susie ┊visage #🪓 susie ┊aesthetic

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queenofcats17 · 2 years

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The Ink Demonth 30

Today is Gold.

This is from a very late point in the Prophetess story

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The battle wasn’t going too well.

As she was, combined with the power of the Reel and having taken the role of the big bad, the Prophetess was proving even more formidable than the Ink Demon.

She batted away every attack they threw at her, laughing maniacally as she threw their forces about like ragdolls. The Ink Demon himself was holding his own, but it was clear he was struggling due to deliberately trying not to hurt anyone.

“We can’t keep this up,” Henry said as he ducked behind one of the barricades they’d set up.

Sammy and Susie were behind this specific barricade as well, Susie trying to calm Sammy down from a panic attack.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Tom growled as he was backed up against another barricade by a Lost One. “We’re getting slaughtered.”

“If this keeps up, she might end up sending all of us back to the puddles,” Allison said, parrying an attack from another Lost One.

Susie looked up from comforting Sammy, fear painted plainly across her features. “What are we going to do?” She asked. Her voice sounded so small, so scared.

Henry chewed on his lip, glancing over the barricade at the battlefield. What were they going to do? They couldn’t beat her like this.

“Sammy, what might be able to calm her down?” He asked, turning his attention to Sammy.

“I...I don’t know,” Sammy mumbled, shaking his head. “Maybe her brother? B-But we can’t just get him here. Not like this.”

Henry was silent for a moment. “Maybe we could...” He said slowly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Henry, what do you mean?” Susie, of course, was immediately concerned by this. “What are you talking about? What are you about to do?”

“I’m about to bring Cordelia’s brother here,” Henry announced before taking off toward the large Ink Machine.

“Henry! Get back here!” Susie yelled, jumping up. “You’re going to get yourself hurt!”

“I’ll be fine!” Henry called back. “Just keep fighting!”

Susie watched him weave through the fighting, darting past where the Prophetess and the Ink Demon were clashing and entering the Ink Machine.

“We need to trust him,” Sammy said, gently pulling her down behind the barricade again. “He can do this.” He gave her what he probably hoped what a comforting smile and squeezed her hand.

“I hope you’re right...” Susie squeezed his hand back.

It was a few minutes before anything happened, although those minutes dragged on for what felt like hours. Allison and Tom tried to push back the wave of Lost Ones loyal to Cordelia, while Sammy and Susie tried to provide support as best they could. Despite their ink-based bodies, they were all starting to feel fatigued. All of them except Cordelia.

Suddenly, the Ink Machine began to shake, the attention of the fighters immediately going to it. Steam came out of the vents, and ink poured out of the nozzle. Only, it wasn’t the usual black ink. It was gold. Golden glowing ink spread through the inky lake surrounding the machine.

Everyone close to the lake scrambled back, afraid of what might happen if they were touched by the golden ink. Everyone but Cordelia, who stood on top of her inky hand and watched the golden ink.

“So, this is your plan, is it, Henry?” She asked derisively. “You’re going to destroy me with this?”

“Not destroy,” Henry replied breathlessly, appearing from the entrance of the machine. “I’m bringing you someone I think you’ll be happy to see.”

A figure stepped out of the golden ink, shining and beautiful and oh so familiar.

Cordelia turned, face contorting in a snarl at the prospect of some half-hearted construct cooked up by Henry to sway her with sentiment. But when she saw who it was that had stepped forth, the snarl vanished, and for the first time in a long time, her eyes were uncovered, the whites no longer blackened.

“….Roy?”

The golden visage of Roy Bell, complete with his scar, his signature boater hat, and his cane, stared down at his sister, his expression so full of concern and disappointment that it hurt. “You need to stop, Dee.”

For a moment it seemed like Cordelia would stop, but her expression quickly darkened and she shook her head, looking away. “No! You’re not real!” She screamed.

“Yeah? And? Neither are you.” Roy folded his arms, expression shifting to one of slight irritation. “Neither is anything else in this studio. None of it’s real. It’s all just one big story.”

“Then you’re some trick by Joey or Henry!” Inky hands rose from the puddles around her, shooting for Roy. But they disintegrated before they could even touch him, destroyed by the golden light.

“If Joey had made me, I’d be turning on the charm right about now, telling you to let him go. But I’m not going to do that.” Roy began to walk toward her, which only made Cordelia move away.

“Then what are you going to do?” She growled.

Roy stopped just short of her. “I’m going to tell you to stop this stupid fight. These people,” he gestured back to Henry’s group. “Are not your enemies. They want out just as much as you do.”

“They betrayed me!” Cordelia insisted. “Especially Sammy!”

“He stuck his foot in his mouth,” Roy corrected. “Like he always does. And he should definitely apologize for it. But I doubt he was trying to hurt you. At least this time.”

Cordelia seemed to falter.

“Let them help you,” Roy continued. “You can all rewrite this story together.”

Cordelia was silent, turning her gaze away from him. As she hesitated, Roy reached out and took her face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over her cheek.

“You must be so tired, Dee,” he whispered. His expression was tired and tender. "You can stop fighting now."

Cordelia’s lip quivered, golden tears welling up in her eyes. She threw herself into her brother’s arms, starting to apologize through sobs that shook her whole body. Roy smiled softly, wrapping his arms around her and gently stroking her hair.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Let it out. It’s okay.”

As he held her, her demonic features began to slough off of her, her body shedding more and more ink until she looked almost normal again. As normal as she could look while still being an ink creature.

Around the two of them, the fighting had stopped, all eyes now on the siblings. The Lost Ones had dropped their weapons. The Ink Demon stood with his arms drawn up to his chest, looking like a hopeful and expectant child.

“Is it...over?” Allison asked softly, tentatively lowering her sword.

Tom put an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Yeah, I think it’s over.”

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #the ink demonth #the prophetess #cordelia bell #roy bell #susie campbell #henry stein #allison pendle #thomas connor #sammy lawrence

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reading-wanderer · 2 years

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A Compendium of Magical Arifacts

Chapter 21: Susie’s Dollhouse

Prompt: Haunted House

AO3 Link

[Sure enough, the page is one of the first ones in the book. You had skipped over it because it hadn’t even had a picture and, too be fair, there were a Lot more interesting things in the book than something called ‘Susie’s Dollhouse’.]

Name: Susie’s Dollhouse

Description: It is a fairly well sized dollhouse. There are all the necessary rooms inside, including two bathrooms, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a living room, and an attic. It may be modeled after an actual house, potentially even the house that little Susie lived in while she was alive. There was much more detail on the inside than expected, though part of that may just be Susie’s influence on the ‘building’ rather than an inherent part of the dollhouse.

Known Abilities: The house can shrink ghosts down to fit inside. Anything inanimate apart of or within can become invisible, intangible, or fly around according to the owner, Susie’s, will. The colors of the house can’t change as far as I was able to see, but they Can bleed into each other, creating disorienting effects. The walls can bleed red fluid, though whether it’s Susie’s or the house’s ectoplasm color or just an attempting to mimic blood is unknown. The water in the house works despite not being hooked to anything. It is honestly difficult to tell where the house ends and the child begins, but when Susie manifests fully apart from the house, she has a distinctly different ectosignature than the house, which also has a different signature from the doll. All three are close enough to mistake for one another if they aren’t in front of you. I’m not sure the exact mechanism that created either of them, but neither the house or the doll seem to have cores.

Location: Out in the factory district. [There’s a little note in blue at the side that says, “It floats around, because it was not in the same place the next time I went past the area.”]

Notes: Upon waking, I found myself on a couch in what appeared to be the living room while the doll, now the size of a small child compared to me, loomed over my face. I am not ashamed to admit I flinched upon seeing such a horrible visage as the first thing after passing out. The doll welcomed me to the house and said ‘they’ wanted to play with me. When I asked who ‘they’ referee to, Susie revealed herself by speaking from the walls of the house. It was not far from talking to the AI i’ve been attempting to train to assist me, so it was not difficult to roll with the odd communication method. The girl and doll both seemed somewhat put out about my lack of response, but still told me that I had to play with them or they wouldn’t let me leave.

Honestly, my first impulse was probably the same as however many ghosts had come before me: escape. Of course, after years of dealing with my younger sister before her passing, I knew how determined young girls could be about their games. Better to just play along for a while and gather information that way. Things started simply enough. The girl wanted to play house with me acting as the unwilling parent. Of course, it quickly dissolved into her doing anything and everything she could to get a reaction out of me.

Rolling with the random assortment of, for lack of a better word, happenings, was not always easy, but the more issues I calmly worked through, the more frustrated the child became. She finally manifested herself in the middle of the ‘living room’ what felt like hours later, stomping and pouting. She was green skinned with bright pink hair and almost bulbous blue eyes. It was almost worth the whole situation just to see how annoyed she was about me not running and screaming around the place like what, apparently, the majority of her other ‘playmates’ did. [You snort. You can just imagine the tantrum the little girl threw about not getting her way. You’d seen plenty of little cousins yelling and stomping over not getting what they wanted over the years.] She accused me of being boring and said she didn’t want to play with me anymore. Then, I was forced out of the dollhouse and released back into the Infinite Realms. Growing back to normal size was just as distressing as the initial shrinking, but I was able to return home as soon as I returned to normal size.

Honestly, as long as you don’t make a fuss about the walls oozing blood or the seemingly normal food turning into random assortments of either rot, organs, or both it isn’t that hard to get her to give up. The other ghosts I later asked about their own experiences with the dollhouse were really much too dramatic about the whole thing.

[It sounds like that little girl watched a few too many horror movies to you. Creepy children movies were the Worst.]

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Order #Day 14 #Haunted House #reader writes a thing #Danny phantom

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insane-control-room · 2 years

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Abstitution

Chapter 2/2: Abstraction

warnings: minor invasion of privacy

ao3 link

“Excuse me?” was Joey’s shocked and aghast reply, turning a mild maroon with unhappy surprise. “C-could you repeat that? I’m afraid I misheard you. I thought I heard you ask ‘why did Henry break up with you’.”

“That’s what I asked,” Norman confirmed, watching the surprised unhappiness turn into a more settled one tinged with discomfort and uncertainty. “If you want to tell me. But I’ll warn you, I will find out one way or another. It’s a habit, you know.”

“I… I do know,” Joey responded, lip twitching downwards. He tried to keep his expression neutral and blank once he realized that it was clearly an upset visage. “That might be y-your best option, seeing as Henry and I never were in a relationship. I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.”

The way he spoke while looking Norman in the eye told the older man that Joey was lying, and that he knew Norman was aware of that. There was something steely cold in his typically soft eyes, and the sadness so delicately hidden in them came to the surface for just a moment before simmering back down into the ruddy depths.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, then,” Norman remarked, standing up and giving Joey a self confident grin. The other did not return it, instead focusing on his work with a sullen expression. “You could spare me the rumor mongering and just tell me what happened.”

Johan waved him off. Norman frowned slightly, annoyed by the gesture, but he understood where it was coming from. So off he went into the studio to see what he could wrangle up. First, he knew to go to Lacie, his common partner in gossiping. She waved at him whilst leaning on a railing and watching the interns scramble about below them.

“How’s it going, Norman? I’ve heard wind that someone’s managed to entertain the impossible to seduce topman,” Lacie smirked at him, nudging his ribs with hir elbow. “Mind giving me the details?”

“He’s much more partnerable than Henry would have one believe,” Norman decided to open with, Lacie humming in a ‘that so?’ manner. “I actually came to ask you if you know anything about what happened between them. Joey and Henry, that is.”

“Mm mm,” she denied with a frown. “Only little whispers. Nothin’ concrete. A lot of he said she said, if you will.”

“Like what?” Norman prodded, hoping to garner a bit more light onto the situation. Lacie sighed and replied, “What I heard was that Joey didn’t wanna sleep with him. Got cold feet or somethin’. Henry didn’t like that. Wanted someone a bit more willing to know him, y’know. I’m sure you’re facin’ same situation, ain’t ya?”

“He is virtually unbeddable when it comes to himself,” Norman frowned. “But he’s very… attentive.”

Lacie gave a long whistle, winking at him. Norman rolled his eye but nodded to confirm for hir.

“Mmm, lucky,” Lacie laughed. “I’m sure half the studio is envious of you, and the other half jealous.”

“What do you mean by that?” Norman questioned, half aware of the answer yet also lost. Lacie shrugged, waiting for Norman to figure it out himself. “You mean that everyone wants to screw him one way or another.”

“Oh yeah,” Lacie nodded. “Big time. Either out of frustration of one kind or the other. Pretty sure that’s the general consensus.”

So it was, Norman found out, as he traversed the halls in search of rumors.

Along with coming to the conclusion that Joey was the most controversial man in the entire studio (not too much of a surprise except in the context) Norman developed an array of reasons that the two artists had split up. Henry wanted Joey to slow down, Grant said. Wally remarked that Henry was not happy with Joey’s scatter brainedness. Susie and Allison agreed that Henry thought Joey to be too loud and rambunctious. Whole hosts of other issues.

But Norman saw one thing in common with all of the remarks, one that bothered him greatly.

All of the reasons pointed to Henry wanting Joey to change, and not bad habits or peevish behaviors, but his personality.

Now, he was not pleased, not at all, and decided there was only one thing to do about that slight.

It was time to confront Henry himself and talk.

“You shouldn’t ask people to change, you know,” Norman said firmly as he sat beside the pale golden haired man. Henry looked at him with utter bafflement, putting aside his work and telling Abby to take over the art department, beckoning Norman to follow him. Once the pair of them were inside of… an unused storage room, Henry folded his arms and questioned pointedly, “What’s all this about, then, Norman? Who did I ask to change, exactly?”

“Joey,” was the very easy response. Henry stared at him, expression blank. “When you two were together.”

“First of all, Joey and I never dated,” Henry’s eyes narrowed, looking none too pleased with the conversation as a whole. “He wanted to date. I wanted a bit more out of our partnership, so to speak. He didn’t want that. I didn’t want a boyfriend.”

“Then why do I keep hearing about all these reasons you split with him?” Norman pressured, folding his arms as well. “Not liking his personality.”

“Tell me who could like his personality as a whole,” Henry snorted, grin turning sharp. “Not you, that’s for sure. I bet you’d last less than two months.”

“Then get in here and give me a balance.”

Henry stiffened at the words, startled by the jarring advance. Norman waited patiently for the man to figure out what he meant. Henry stared at him, long and hard.

“Is Joey aware of this?”

“No.”

“And how do you propose telling him that you casually invited me into your relationship?”

“Just like that.”

“Hm.”

“On one condition.”

“What?”

“No trying to change him,” Norman replied. Henry put out his hand, smirking slightly. “Deal.”

#joey drew/norman polk #control art #control draws #batim #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #henry stein #norman polk #mild invasion of privacy #mentioned break up #open ending #vague ending #gossip #control writes #ink demonth

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farflungstarlightmuses · 2 years

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Tag Dump: Susie Haltmann

#Susie Haltmann; ic #Susie Haltmann; headcanon #Susie Haltmann; musings #Susie Haltmann; aesthetic #Susie Haltmann; visage

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amostdelectablescribbler · 2 months

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rewrote the legion’s lore for a school assignment. 1,300 words of nerd.

My cellphone rang, “Joey, my man, how you doin’?”

“Hey Frank, howzit?” I sat up on my bed,

“Yeah, dude, we’re going out tonight, get some stuff done. You wanna come with? Gang’s not the same without ya.” The sumvabitch wanted to relieve boredom by means of extreme hooliganism yet again.

“Man, I don’t know. My parent’s are suspect-”

“To hell with our parents! My foster only ever cashes the family service checks at the bar. Julie’s don’t care what she does, neither do Susie’s. What are yours doin’?”

“Dishes downstairs, but touché. I’ll get my mask.”

“That’s the Joey I know. See you at the gas station? We’re gonna grab a few bottles of Moosehead—and one of Labatt Blue—and go up to the old Skiing lodge.” He meant steal. Frank has only ever paid for his bus to school, and to forge a ski pass.

“See you there.”

“Lovebirds, Susie.” I nodded to each.

“That mask gives me chills, Joey, every time.” Julie peeled herself off of Frank, pulling her own mask down over her face, her hair instantly freezing solid over her shoulders.

“Why do you call him that, Jules?” Susie drew her parka tighter, poorly-sewn patches folding and creasing.

“Better than J-dawg. How was the southern drawl?” Julie sassed back, leaning back into Frank’s arms.

“On-point.”

“Thanks, baby. Mwah.” And the two were in each other’s mouths again.

“They’d make out with the masks on if they could. Julie needs some kissy lips on that thing and they’d swap paint every second of the day.”

“Mhm. Can you not use my shoulder as an armrest? I’m not that short!”

“You are tho, Suz. You so are.”

“Kiss bricks, tall dark and spooky.” She turned her head away, sulking.

“If I could see them through this almost-blizzard…”

“You’re the only one not wearing a jacket. This is on you.”

“This hoodie has seen me through more Canadian-strength Mt. Ormond snowstorms than you have seen paint brushes. Also I meant that the bandana has frozen over my eyes.”

Susie stood on her tiptoes to wipe the ice out of his eye sockets,

“I forgot those were your eyes.”

I leaned down to give her an easier time, getting a poke in the eye for it.

“And they call us lovebirds.” Frank scoffed, “So, Joey, you’re really good at smuggling stuff. You pair get the drinks, and Julie and I‘ll make a scene to distract the cashier, then we leg it. All good?”

“Almost.” Julie interjected, “We grab some wine, too.” You could hear the smile in her voice. I pinched the bridge of my nose, “Fine. Deal.”

The gas station in all it’s neon lights and reek of diesel cut it’s visage through the horizontal snow. Suzie had slid, fallen, skinned her knees and whimpered about it. She was wearing a skirt and thin leggings, though, so it was on her.

“Stopped bleeding?”

“Yes.” Suzie whined.

“Good. The cash register is empty, not a soul in the place. Let’s roll.”

The doors slid away from them, Julie slithering away to the alcohol isle, Susie hesitantly following, Frank flipping off the door camera, before rummaging behind the cash register for the restroom keys.

“You two, beers. I’ll do the wine.” Julie began to peruse the selection of cheap gas station wine available to her, and Julie and I got to stuffing beer cans in our hoodies. I picked up a bottle of Labatt Blue, Canadian Pilsener, or so said the cursive label. Never knew what Pilsener was, but it sounded European, and I never could speak French. Julie shrieked, and Susie and I whipped around. A janitor had seen us, and had a mop across Julie’s neck. She was behind held upward by it against him, clawing hopelessly at the wood, kicking and scrabbling. Neither of us moved. For a long moment, nothing moved besides Julie, who was slowly weakening her resistance. The moment ended, I charged the man and Julie, smashing into them both.

Julie went down, the man, twice her size, now, went back into Frank, dropping the mop as he was caught. Something made a wet, sharp sound.

Frank shoved the janitor to the ground, the sawtooth back edge of a hunting knife ripping out a spurt of blood and some muscle and fat, shredded up in ribbons like limp red poutine. The janitor stayed down, only moving to draw shaky, laboured breaths. Frank immediately rushed over to Julie, struggling to get up.

“Jules, you ok?”

She rubbed her neck, breathing heavy, “I’m ok, I’m ok now.”

I heard Susie step back, my eyes transfixed on Frank, the knife, and the bleeding janitor. “Frank, did you stab that man?”

“Yeah, I did. Heard the commotion, grabbed a knife, tore the packaging off it and stuck it in him. Why?”

“I think you just killed that man, Frank.” A drop of blood fell from the knife, one of a pool forming on the ground under Frank’s boot.

“No, we killed him. It’s gonna be all of us.”

My eyebrows raised as Julie walked over to Frank, took the knife. She raised it over her head like Micheal Myers and brought it down into the janitors back. He screamed, the knife made a terrible noise, Susie squealed, I froze. Julie used the knife to paint a red smile over Frank’s existing grin, with unmistakable deliberation.

Then they turned to me, their papier-mâché masks lifeless and callous in their bloody grins. “C’mon Joey,” their voices sweet, “We’re all gonna be a part of this.”

“That would mean I have to stab someone, doesn’t it.”

“Yah, bud.”

“We only ever did smash-&-grab, and more grab than smash. Am I a murderer?” Frank answered, “No, you’re not. You’re stabbing a corpse-”

“He’s still alive! Look! He’s still breathing, he had a name, probably had a family!”

“Even you said ‘had.’ That’s good as dead already.” Frank’s tone turned from urgent pressure to dangerous calm, “Take the knife, and put it in.” He pointed to the janitor’s still heaving, weeping side, “Put it out of it’s misery.”

My voice broke, “I don’t wanna do this, man, I can’t kill a guy-”

“Joey stab the body. Stab it or we’re done and you’re out.” Julie slinked up next to Frank, stepping on the man, more blackish blood oozing out.

“Don’t make me choose-”

Their masks didn’t hide their animosity. I stopped thinking, took the knife from Frank and took aim with shaking hands. Julie said something behind me, and I brought the knife down into the janitor’s body, the blade burying itself in the corpse’s neck, blood spraying like a fountain. The body jolted, someone screamed, either me or Susie, and the knife came out, bringing with it torn muscle. My body got up, no feeling in it. It gave the knife back to Frank, who gave it to Susie, boots splattering the blood around them, blackening and thick.

Susie took the knife, her mask turned to me. She was pleading behind it, whimpering and choking on horrified tears. I took a step towards her, offering a gloved hand, she shot back. The hand was covered in blood, soaked through the glove. She didn’t see her friends Joey, Frank and Julie, she saw the bloodied masks and callous hearts of three stony killers. Susie put the knife as gently as she could to the corpse’s side. Frank kicked the knife’s pommel hard, pounding it deep into the body, Susie letting go in time to keep her fingers.

“Good work, Legion. This is the most excitement anyone’s ever had in Ormond, Alberta.” And with that, Frank led us back into the black blizzard outside, “Good thing it’s Halloween so nobody ‘ll question the blood.” I choked on a laugh.

#dead by daylight #dbd killer #the legion dbd #the legion

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w1redsmile · 2 years

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tucks a hair behind susie's ear . " go easy on yourself. "

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𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 , 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝 ? being comforted & consoled ... ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇᴅ , even , by one of those poor , unfortunate souls you're forced to brutally maim on repeat ... it was cruel . yet , the blonde nurses words warm her cold , seemingly dead ( yet somehow , still 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 much alive ) heart in a way she hadn't felt in so , so long . her angelic , yet deeply saddening visage reminding suzie all to much of another angelic blonde whom once sat & comforted her whilst she cried ... much like this . ❛ 𝓲 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 , 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂 .❜ her gentle touch sends a shiver down the legionnaire's spine-- 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 ?? she couldn't possibly be ... 𝖓𝖔 . but ... why must she be so , so much like ... like her . suzie flinches away from lisa's delicate touch once the nurse tucks a few curls back behind her ear , despite every fiber of her being wishing to lean forward ; to fully embrace the gentle touch of someone so .. so uncannily similiar to the mother suzie lost at such a tender age . ❝ i-i .... i can't . i c-can't be easy on m-myself ... i .. i'm a ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ . i .... i-i deserve to be here .. i deserve to be trapped here . ❞

#// suzie ; seeing a blonde nurse with a kind smile : MOM ???#// oh god i hurt myself so much with this OUCH MY POOR BABYGIRL #˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ interactions.#˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙸'𝙼 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙾�� 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴 ; 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙿 𝙰 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝚃 𝙸 𝙲 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ verse : dead by daylight.#nonangelic lisa garland dyn tbt #˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 ? ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ answered ask.

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