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aspenflower17 · 3 years

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Finding You (Part Six of ??)

Heya! I finished part six (yay!) and it is ready to be read 😁 It’s weird to me I’m on part six already seeing as how that seems like a lot, but also not enough. If you’re new here, the link to Part One is below. I also have links at the bottom of each chapter to go to the next one. You can also find my new Master List on my blog as a pinned post. As always, if you would like to be added to the tags list, just ask in a comment down below, or you can send me a message, and likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome!

Also, for anyone wondering, IKEA was fun (as always), but the store actually reached max capacity.. 1,400 people... During a pandemic... The line was so long, it reached the back of the self-serve furniture area (the place where you can pick up all the heavy/big items), and was starting to wrap around. Note, our IKEA has the switchback thing that amusement parks have for rides... So the line was easily hour wait. Suffice to say, we didn’t end up buying anything.

Part One

The Peeps!: @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed @magi-minminxiii @rensphilia

Word Count: 2030

Triggers/warnings: claustrophobia?... Maybe...?

I had my show in the Devildom. It was successful. He didn’t show up though.

Mc sighed, putting her journal down. As much as she hated to admit it, she was too upset to make much more of an entry for the day. It had been her first show in the Devildom, and it had been a huge success. She should be happy. No other show had ever been as successful. She wanted to be happy. She wasn’t though.

Mc got up to open her suitcase. She had made a secret compartment to carry the letter S had written to her. It had given her a lot of strength over the years and she almost considered it a good luck charm at this point. She reread the letter, laying down on the bed, though she knew it by heart at this point.

She knew she was probably projecting too much on S. Besides the letter, she had only spoken with him maybe half an hour. Why was she so caught up on him? She didn’t even know his real name. Yes, he had greatly impacted her life and his letter and words of comfort had been a constant companion, but what did she actually know about him?

A sharp rap at her door interrupted her search, “Mc? Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Luke entered her room, carrying a tray of tea.

“I figured you could use some tea after the day you’ve had.”

“Oh, thank you,” Mc smiled softly as Luke brought over a chair.

“Still upset?” Luke asked, pouring a cup for Mc.

“Hmmm?”

“Ever since the show you’ve seemed unhappy. Kind of depressed, like when you were a child.”

“Ah, well, I was a bit upset that my artist talk was interrupted so abruptly.”

“That turned out alright though, didn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s just not the same,” Mc shrugged, taking the proffered tea.

“So, that’s seriously what’s bothering you?” Luke asked, his eyebrow arched, then, “You’ll have plenty more shows down here if Diavolo had anything to say about it.”

“You think so?”

Luke smiled and shook his head at Mc, “Of course, silly. Barbatos told me all about it when I was getting the tea.”

“Well, I’m glad. I like it here, even though most of my time so far has been spent in that gallery space.”

“Well, I don’t know how much Michael likes it down here. I kept telling him he needs to ask Diavolo about Lucifer, but he says it’d be improper.”

Mc snorted, “Well, we wouldn’t want to be improper now would we?”

“He’ll be so surprised when he finds out what Diavolo’s planning for next week.”

“Hmmm?”

“I can’t tell you about it yet. It’s not set in stone, so I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Luuuuke! Where are you?” Michael’s voice came drifting from down the stairs, “I can’t figure out how to turn on the light in here!”

Luke rubbed his temple, “I’ve explained it like three times… Hold on! I’ll be down in a second!” Luke kissed Mc on the cheek, “Get some sleep and cheer up Sis.”

“Thanks Luke,” Mc smiled up at him, “I do have the best big brother don’t I?”

Luke grinned happily, “Good night Mc.”

After he left, Mc’s smile faltered and then fell. Her thoughts returning to before he had come in, “I should probably find something to do to break me out of this. Sulking in my room isn’t going to get me anywhere. I do have a whole castle to explore, though I don’t know how much of it I’m allowed to explore… Surely they couldn’t get too mad about me checking out the library…” and with that, she put her letter back in it’s secret place and left her room.

The castle was quiet, the padding of her feet the only sound. I guess even demons sleep. Her knowledge of demons seemed woefully inadequate as opposed to the knowledge she had about anything else that interested her. There just hadn’t been much information to find in the Celestial Realm unless it was how to defeat a demon, or to break the influence they had over a human. Of course she’d also heard the stories about the Great Celestial War. Six angels, led by the Morningstar himself, had gone on a rampage, and had been cast out. Being a scholar, Mc had never found a reason why they had rebelled, though she had read a lot of theories, most of them mere speculation that cast angels in the purest light possible. These, of course, she hadn’t listened to too intent;y. She knew angels had a lot of secrets already, being privy to many of them; they weren’t entirely innocent in many respects. She suspected this was true of this instance as well.

The library proved to be hard to find in one night, but by the time Mc felt sleep start to pull her back to her room, she had the layout of the castle halls almost memorized. She had actually found it easy to do, easier than almost every other place she’d been in. Of course, she didn’t know everything about the castle. If this castle didn’t prove to have a lot of secret doors and passageways, she would be sorely disappointed.

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The fog was so thick Mc felt like she could chew it. The ground beneath her feet was soft, but it didn’t feel like anything she knew. There was no sound, not even her breathing. Just a murky white everywhere. Mc couldn’t remember how she got here or what she was doing here, but she was searching. No time to think. No time to remember. She needed to find it. She had lost it. It hadn’t been on purpose, but it had happened. She would find it though. Surely she could find it. It was the most important thing. Cherished. Loved. So important.

The world was growing colder. Her hands were stinging and her feet were clumsy. She could still feel though. So cold. Too cold to move, yet she did. Nothing should be working right now. She should’ve collapsed long ago. How long ago? How long had she been here? Did it matter?

She hadn’t found the thing yet. What was it? If she found it, she’d be warm. It would keep her warm and safe. No more searching. She would never lose it again. She just needed to find it.

A dim light started to pulse slowly. Was that it? Was that what she had lost? No. Maybe it could help her find it. The light got brighter as she continued forward. What was it? Light was good though, right? Light was a marker. Light could help the lost. It illuminated. It could help her find it.

The light was now right in front of her. It was so bright! Almost blindingly so. The area around her started to heat up, her feet and hands throbbing with relief. Was this it? What she had been searching for? Something within her screamed to turn around, but the heat was so welcome, even if it hurt. Hurt worse than anything she knew. She would be safe here. If she had to keep searching, so be it. She just needed to rest a bit. She reached out to the light, her hand backlit against the light. She grabbed at the light, and was then falling.

Mc gasped, sitting up straight in bed. Where was the light? Where was she? After a couple moments, Mc remembered where she was. On a bed. In a guest room. In Lord Diavolo’s castle. In the Devildom.

Mc reached for the glass on the bedside table with shaking hands. Spilling a little on her blankets, she tried to shake off the claustrophobic feeling that lingered. She hadn’t had a dream about her first memory in a while. After she had become an angel she had learned about what happened to human souls after they passed. Some found their way straight to the Celestial Realm, blinking and waking up to the eternal light. Some were wanderers though. While many wandered just a little while, some wandered endlessly through the fog she had experienced. Though the angels didn’t know exactly what caused this, many of those who wandered a long time before finding their way to the Celestial Realm were sad in some way, as she was.

She had gone home that day and asked Simeon about it, and he had told her she had wandered the longest of any soul in the Celestial Realm. She had been very cold and it had taken a while for her to wake up. She had been a little horrified, and Simeon assured her it was nothing to be concerned or ashamed about. It was simply a fact and no one held it against her, least of all Luke or him. She had wanted to believe him so bad, but everyone treated her lasting loneliness as a bad thing, so she had been forced to hide it. Pretend she didn’t feel lonely. Pretend she was fine.

She fumbled for something to distract herself and found her DDD. She worked for a second and finally turned it on, the light actually hurting her eyes. They adjusted quickly though and she groaned as she saw it was nowhere near time to get up. The thought of falling asleep again was not an option so she decided to start scrolling though Devilgram. Apparently the app was rather old as far as in-vogue apps went, but Lord Diavolo had said he would never use a different social media app, so it persisted as the number one app. She still wasn’t really used to the layout, Luke having helped her set up her artist’s talk.

She went to the post and found a lot of comments and likes. She started reading them, smiling as people praised the ingenuity of her work, frowning slightly at those who were impressed “an angel could have such an eye for art”, and rolling her eyes at the comments that criticized her species, clearly just upset she was an angel.

As she continued reading however, she ran across a couple comments asking if anyone had more information about the demons who had caused quite the uproar during the artists talk. Confused, because everyone had been very respectful at the center, Mc opened the replies, and found a whole thread of people who were upset they had been pushed and otherwise knocked out of the way of one demon who had been running through the maze following another demon who had been flying. Many speculated they were the reason the artists' talk had been cut short, and some theorized they were running to the center to harm her. A couple people tried to cut through the noise, stating the demons in question were Mammon and Satan, both Avatars of Sin. Most of the comments about this said Mammon acting this way seemed normal, but they couldn’t understand why Satan would do something like that. It seemed so out of character, a lot of the replies to these comments said they were either liars or sorely mistaken thinking it was Satan.

Mc’s heart jolted a little bit, seeing Mammon’s name. She recognized it as one of the angels who had fallen, and the name Satan had been mentioned in some history accounts as having taken form from Lucifer’s anger, though the information on him had been scarce and some thought he was just a myth. After all, how could someone be born from an emotion?

So, he’s real after all. Not that I thought he wasn’t, or at least, I figured there was at least some truth to the stories. Oh, someone has a picture of them. Wait… Is that?

At that moment, the app shut down.

“No, no, no, no,” Mc said, clicking the app again. It couldn’t have been… Could it? Her screen changed, but nothing loaded. An error message then popped up on screen, saying the app could not load, and to try again later.

Mc sat stunned for a second before springing into action.

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Part Seven

#obey me!#OBEY ME #obey me! swd #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me michael #obey me diavolo #obey me luke

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tomeandflickcorner · 3 years

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Janine Melnitz, Ghostbuster

Awesome! We got a Janine centric episode! And it really gives her a chance to shine!

There’s apparently been a huge spike in paranormal activity within the city, and the Ghostbusters are struggling to keep up with their mounting workload. Each day, they have to head out to take on a number of busts and when they come back, they’re greeted with a pile of new additions to their worksheet. Needless to say, they’re really exhausted. Peter asks Egon what could be causing this rising amount of ghosts appearing in the city, but Egon doesn’t have any answers. And when he takes out his PKE Meter, it immediately overloads, further illustrating how serious things are.

When Winston and Ray head down to the basement to unload the new batch of captured ghosts into the Containment Unit, with Ray saying they’ll have to add another Klein Bottle to the machine to prevent it from going over max capacity, Janine approaches Egon and Peter. She basically says ‘hey, I know you guys are super busy and all, but my apartment is haunted. Can you please do something about that?’ But Peter and Egon tell her they can’t address her problem until after they resolve the supernatural crisis. And yeah, I can see both sides of the issue here. Janine is clearly not the only one dealing with a ghost problem right now, and it probably should be an issue of first come, first served. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. At the same time, Janine is on the Ghostbusters’ payroll, too. You’d think there would be some sort of office perk to that.

Anyway, Janine ends up returning to her apartment after clocking out for the day. When she arrives, she is aggravated to discover that the ghosts haunting her apartment have moved all of her furniture up onto the ceiling. In frustration, she yells at the ghosts to get out, but the ghosts all just laugh. Though they do unstick all her furniture, which all falls to the ground, forcing poor Janine to put everything back in place. The next morning, Janine wakes up to find her bed is floating in midair. And when she gets into the shower, no water comes out of the showerhead. Instead, the shower quickly fills up with frogs. As one might expect, this is the final straw for Janine. So when she returns to the Firehouse, she is fully prepared to demand the Ghostbusters help her out. But when she arrives, she is greeted only by Slimer, who informs her the Ghostbusters had already headed out to deal with other calls. So Janine decides to take matters into her own hands, borrowing one of Peter’s spare uniforms and taking an extra Proton Pack and Ghost Trap. She returns to her apartment to catch the ghosts herself, with Slimer tagging along. When they get there, the apartment seems to be deserted. And for a brief moment, Janine wonders if the ghosts had simply gotten bored and left on their own. But then the lights suddenly turn off, and the ghosts begin throwing random objects at Janine while Slimer hides in a nearby cabinet. (Janine is particularly angry that a vase her mother had given her gets smashed against the wall.) Despite Janine’s best efforts, the ghosts quickly get the better of her, wrapping her up in a blanket and taking away the Proton Pack she was carrying. Fortunately, Slimer eventually decided to quit cowering in the corner and actually help out. While the other ghosts were distracted in tormenting Janine, Slimer carefully pushed the discarded Ghost Trap into position and triggered it, making sure to hold onto a fixed object in order to keep himself from being pulled into the trap as well. So the ghosts haunting Janine’s apartment are soon trapped. And Janine thanks Slimer for coming to her rescue.

Meanwhile, the Ghostbusters were still hard at work catching all the other ghosts plaguing the city. Including a group of thug-like ghosts who were actually wielding real guns. I have no idea why I found this so hilariously shocking. After all, it’s not the first time we’ve seen guns depicted in this show. Maybe it’s the fact that the guns are being held by these small ghosts as if it was no big deal. Sometimes I forget that the 80s were a different time. Anyway, as the Ghostbusters start to head off to their next assignment, Winston remarks how the last time ghosts were crawling out of the woodwork like this, it was when Gozer was around. Peter briefly wonders if it was possible that Gozer was somehow coming back, but Egon says this wasn’t the case, as none of the readings suggest such a thing. However, he does take note that the ghosts they’ve been catching all have a common spectrography. Which suggests that there’s a single source for all the ghostly activity. Unfortunately, there’s too much spectral static for him to pinpoint the exact location of that singular source. Peter tries to put a positive spin on things by reminding his teammates of how much money they’re making. Winston counters this silver lining by reminding Peter that they’ve been too busy to make much use of that extra money.

As the Ghostbusters head off to Gracie Manor, which is being haunted by a Class 9 Free Roaming Vapor, that statue of Atlas at Rockefeller Center suddenly comes to life, scaring off all the ice skaters in the process. (So I’m guessing this episode takes place during the winter months.) The Atlas Statue ends up throwing the globe it was carrying, which just narrowly misses the Ecto-1 as it drives by. The Ghostbusters try to shoot the Atlas Statue with their Proton Packs, but it proves to be completely ineffective, since the stature was infused with so much ectonic energy, it could resist the force of the Proton Streams. So the Ghostbusters have no choice but to run. They try to get creative and slow the Atlas Statue down by using the Proton Packs to melt the ice beneath it as the Atlas Statue sets foot onto the ice skating rink, but this doesn’t work as the Atlas Statue is able to jump back out of the hole in the ice. The Atlas Statue then fires of a beam of light emanating from its finger at the Ghostbusters. In a flash of light, the Ghostbusters all vanish from sight, much to the shocked dismay of the onlookers and news reporters.

Elsewhere, Janine and Slimer return to the Firehose after capturing the ghosts that had been haunting Janine’s apartment. When they see the Ghostbusters haven’t retuned yet, they decide to wait for them to get back. As they wait, Janine pulls out a TV set. This results in her seeing the news report announcing that the Ghostbusters disappeared while fighting the Atlas Statue. So Janine and Slimer hurry back out to try and figure out what happened to the Ghostbusters. When they arrive at Rockefeller Center, Janine pulls out the PKE Meter she’d brought with her, but quickly admits to Slimer that she has no idea what she’s doing. She can’t even properly analyze the readings on the PKE Meter.

Janine and Slimer begin to wander along the city streets, at a loss as to what to do. But that’s when Janine realizes something. Remembering how the Ghostbusters seemed to disappear as if they got pulled into a Ghost Trap, she gets the idea of getting information from some of the ghosts that have recently been caught. After all, maybe they might know what happened to the Ghostbusters. While she admits it’s a long shot, it’s the only possible lead they have. Of course, Janine can’t enter into the Containment Unit herself as she’s alive. (And she probably can’t use that special suit Egon used to enter into the Containment Unit back in X-Mas Marks the Spot as I imagine she’d need someone who knew what they were doing manning the control panel.) So she recruits Slimer to go into the Containment Unit instead. Slimer is not exactly on board with the idea, but Janine doesn’t give him much of a choice. Upon being put inside the Containment Unit, Slimer wanders around for a bit before he manages to locate the Thug Ghosts that the Ghostbusters had recently caught. Slimer eavesdrops on their conversation, overhearing them gloating how they won’t be there for long as Proteus will see that they’re released soon enough. And that Proteus already has the Ghostbusters in the Erie.

Okay, hold on a minute here. First off, how do these Thug Ghosts know what happened to the Ghostbusters? From what we saw, these ghosts were captured before the Ghostbusters encountered the Atlas Statue. How would the ghosts in the Containment Unit know what’s going on in the outside world? And come to think of it, when did the Thug Ghosts get put into the Containment Unit in the first place? They were just captured earlier this very same day. Did the Ghostbusters swing by the Firehouse between capturing the Thug Ghosts and starting to head off to Gracie Mansion? Because I didn’t get the impression they had the time to do that. Talk about a plot hole.

Getting back to the episode, Slimer’s presence is discovered before he can get the chance to hear anything more, so he has to make a run for it when the captured ghosts begin chasing after him. Slimer manages to make it safely back to the entrance/exit port of the Containment Unit, and Janine is able to pull him out in the nick of time while preventing any other ghost from escaping. Now that she’s armed with the information Slimer was able to gather up, Janine does some research and locates the only Erie building listed in Manhattan. After making a remark about how there’s never any thirteenth floor listed on the elevator buttons due to how superstitious people can be, Janine ventures up to the top floor of the building. But she notices the PKE Meter is going off as they pass by the 14th floor. As a result, Janine is able to discover this building has an unmarked 13th floor, and she is able to reach it by hitting the emergency stop button and blasting the elevator doors open. She finds herself in some sort of other-worldly office building, complete with a demonic receptionist. After brushing past the Demon Receptionist, Janine forces her way through a large doorway, ending up in a room that appears to be filled with mirrors. These mirrors are soon revealed to be some sort of prison cells, with the Ghostbusters all imprisoned within one of the mirrors. Which gives Janine the opportunity to make a Lewis Carol joke. Egon instructs Janine to get out of there since she doesn’t know what she’s up against. Ray backs up Egon’s statement by explaining that Proteus was a primal god like Gozer.

At that moment, Proteus himself appears. And he somehow knows Janine’s name. (Yeah, I suppose he might have overheard the Ghostbusters calling her Janine, but that doesn’t explain how Proteus knew her full name.) Janine attempts to shoot Proteus with the Proton Pack, but to no avail as Proteus is much too strong. Slimer, showing some courage, ends up charging at Proteus and keeping him distracted. While Slimer is distracting Proteus, Janine turns and fires at the mirror prison holding the Ghostbusters captive. This not only results in the mirror breaking, freeing the Ghostbusters in the process, but the light reflecting off the mirror surface apparently momentarily blinds Proteus. The blinded Proteus ended up firing off one of his finger beams randomly, with the finger beam bouncing off the other mirrors. This resulted in the finger beam overloading, causing the place to begin to fall apart. Thankfully, the Ghostbusters, Janine and Slimer are able to make it out of there safely before the 13th floor blows up, clearly taking Proteus out in the process.

Upon returning to the Firehouse, Egon remarks that Janine showed real bravery to come after them like that. The other Ghostbusters then notice the phones are no longer ringing off the hook, and Ray concludes that, with Proteus gone, the paranormal activity in New York will probably return to normal. Peter then tells Janine that she’s pretty handy with a Proton Pack, so Janine suggests that she should try to go into business for herself. Peter offers an alternative suggestion- she stay on as their secretary, but with a raise in salary. Janine accepts this, on the condition that they continue to make sure her apartment remains ghost-free. With the exception of Slimer, of course.

As someone who likes Janine as a character, this was one episode I’d recommend to anyone who was interested in giving the show a chance. Obviously, Janine doesn’t have the experience and knowledge that the actual Ghostbusters have, but she still is able to hold her own when the situation calls for it. She even managed to defeat Proteus, a literal god. Sure, Slimer did help keep Proteus distracted for a little while there, so she didn’t do it alone. But the fact remains that Proteus was defeated because of Janine. And she also helped save the Ghostbusters in the process. That’s not just an impressive feat for a secretary with no real Ghostbuster training, it’s impressive for anyone. Though I do find it a bit strange that Peter seemed surprised how good Janine was with a Proton Pack, as this isn’t the first time she’d wielded one. Even if you don’t include that time in Mr. Sandman, Dream Me a Dream (since that was technically Dream Janine), she did get the chance to wield a Proton Pack in Janine’s Genie.

There’s one other thing I want to comment on for this episode. In the opening scene, we can see the Ghostbusters heading out to what I think was either a library or a bookstore. I couldn’t tell which. But the ghosts they were catching were clearly Captain Ahab, the Frankenstein Monster and one other ghost that was apparently supposed to be Mr. Hyde, though I didn’t get a good enough look at him to properly identify him. I wanna know the story behind this haunting! Are they suggesting these characters were actual people, the way Ebenezer Scrooge was shown as an actual person in X-Mas Marks the Spot? Or were the ghosts haunting that location simply taking up the form of famous literary characters? Because that would have made for an interesting episode. Especially since it could have potentially gotten kids watching the show interested enough to actually read the actual novels, the way the movie Pagemaster was trying to do. (Although, I’ve been told that with the book Moby Dick, every other chapter in that novel takes a break from the actual narrative to discuss the whole history of whaling. I imagine kids might get bored rather quickly if they tried to read that one.)

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blstys · 4 years

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endless.

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time does not yield to grief. hour still folds evening back into itself, the clock keeping track in endless circular rotation. katsuki still has to keep moving with it and he does. morning comes, sleepless, to remind him again what a piece of shit he’s been.

cats get fed, kissed, a note for care ( a vague text message to kirishima ensuring that they’ll be fed in case their other human refuses to resurface in the next three days ) placed high on the fridge where sootball can’t hoard it away.

an overnight bag sits packed by the door. dog tags chime as they’re returned to their place around his neck. denki’s key stays, untouched, where he left it.

it goes like this: work becomes hyper - fixation, too closely related to the fall out to be the hardy scapegoat it’s always been; becomes less distraction and more outlet the way electrical training used to be. get through it, succeed, get passed it. this is the new loop for the two days of preparations. the new intrusive that katsuki slathers over the i look at you and see nothing old one. it equates to chap - stick on a second degree burn. relief exists with immediate, irrevocable brevity, the memory of how his previous attempts to solve problems this way forgotten in the face of desperation. he keeps applying.

force focus, force sleep, rinse, just repeat. get through, succeed, get passed. review recon, plan strategy, get some sleep. through, finish, passed. the argument at the apartment becomes background noise, a bad dream. a pestering sense of discontent that he does not have the mental capacity to tend to.

by the third day, the numbness of repetition sets in. wake up, did he wake up, did he really sleep? it gets hard to tell, when he’s ignoring all facets that catch the sunlight, which ones actually demand attention. this is his second mistake.

it goes like this: action arises, planned, anticipated. before bakugou can blink, he’s already in the thick of it. which is the thick of overwhelming nothingness, really. things go well beyond expectation. even better.

it goes so well, in fact, that katsuki skips right over pride into unease. he makes it behind the enemies lines alone, without incident. no need for improvisation or to call his reserve. without a single confrontation. without a single instruction.

eyes watch him from a forest. not the maze of alleyways he currently navigates but the distant memory of a similar feeling. a training camp ambush.

he presses at his ear piece, something’s fucked, half n’ half. i’m falling back. a long pause. hands curl, defensive. maybe he imagines it to be longer than it is. he presses again. todoroki? i’ve got a bad fucking feeling. you held up?

there is no answer on the other end of his com - piece — but for the faint, far of ringing of interference. shit.

blood runs frigid, sweat cooling where goosebumps rise on his skin. the temperature has dropped unnaturally. measures are taken to keep him on the useful side of sweaty under unfavourable conditions but his body isn’t regulating heat. the work of a quirk unaccounted for.

unease shifts to disbelief. improvisation. think, run. keep running, think quicker. sudden clarity says there is no difference between where the forest ends and his escape begins. the interference is disorienting him on purpose.

katsuki rips it from his ear and crushes it in a fist. keeps running. back - tracks through the wrong route without guidance. through, through, through. finds the crushed com - piece under foot twice before he realizes he’s circling. a mouse in a maze.

it is three minutes after cut communication. the first building quakes to pieces. shatters ? it seems, the rumble nearly half glass. a skyscraper’s corpse collapsing. uraraka’s comets have trained him for this — hands raise instinctual, but cold, they don’t detonate cleanly — half strength, panicked. he maneuvers well enough to stay on his feet. the rumble further disorients him, the ringing returned to his ears from his own explosion. a mouse in a maze with no exit.

cages, restraints, hands made half useless. the ringing grows louder, not a fault of his own. outside source. two quirks? fight, flight, freeze argue for first place. there is no clear target, no clear escape. dread rises up the back of his throat, the forgotten fear of something purely unknown.

another building, further out crumbles — there is no sound but the pressure of it reaches his ears, delayed. reverberates. he moves away from it, trying to get his bearings. through, through, through. debris crumbles from over - head, to close to detonate at his current capacity. fear creeps higher, brighter, a feral thing. not quite terror but rising ever closer toward it as the next round of ruin throws him off his feet. explosions flare and are smothered underneath.

pinned, arms, chest, gasping. wind wiped clean from his body.

it belongs to another body, knees biting into wrists, weight centered on his chest, hand curling around his throat. wind moves above them, cold, colder. katsuki shivers, dry palms flickering out.

“ come on ! did you think it would be so easy, blasty ? “ confirmation is only half retained. bakugou biting out curses in exasperation. “ fame comes with a price, you know. when everyone knows who you are it’s harder to hide your weaknesses. you’ve been in the limelight a long time now, haven’t you, katsuki ? spend weeks researching things about us that we already know. ” this is obvious information he doesn’t need a villain’s speech to tell him that. tries instead to weasel fruitlessly out of the clutches in before he realizes he’s losing too much oxygen. crimson eyes blink, brows creased with agony. breaths stutter, sputter, gasp again.

villain hooks their fingers through the chain on his neck and steals his identity from him in the same way he stole his breath, instantly.

“ who’s going to come to your funeral, bakugou katsuki ? ”

panic. flash flood of a fear he’d never considered rushing to the forefront of a oxygen deprived mind. denki. he gasps, not to answer but in the desperation to breathe. he would go, wouldn’t he? hating me, angry, always wondering what i died without confessing?

the villain covers his mouth. “ ah, that was a rhetorical question, actually, katsuki. ”

anger. that name is not his to repeat. he’s only given it to one person. denki. he would get the stupid fucking dog tags. katsuki never changed his emergency contact information.

he stops listening; has trouble focusing; can taste his own blood in the back of his throat, pooling.

panic, again, again. denki.

worse for being comprehensible, his threshold for terror maxes out. there is nothing he can do becomes the immovable force to the unstoppable fact that if he doesn’t force something to happen in his favour he will die here.

panic. it was your mistake. live with it. hands struggle, weak, to reach the one obstructing his air passages. wrists ache, threaten fractures. it was your mistake. die with it. teeth gnarl, barely able to bank the fabric of his gloved assailant. proof the cold comes from a separate entity.

a new rumbling, this one familiarly shindou’s — but far off in the distance, indication that his own back - up is not far away. are they close enough, though?

is this what jeanist felt? he chases that rabbit for a beat, too long, tastes the charred lack of hope in it. chokes on it.

no, that’s real. katsuki forces his focus to resurface to the hand on his throat. if he goes under it’s all over. his mistake. one he wouldn’t get to live with. vision blurs, freckled with the painless, endless, terrible, silence that promises to take hold. that offers relief from his predicament. who will come to your funeral, bakugou katsuki? hands grapple again, pinned down, ice cold.

the vision of a back, turned away from him. leaving, leaving, leaving. katsuki motionless, doing nothing about it. if i die here i will never see him again. he passes the threshold for struggling, senses overwhelmed. the villain pinning him down, a cinder - block shackled to a sinking boat. denki will never get his apology. will never know that it was misguided love and not pride that got in the way of things.

the voice above him promises a quick relief. a pathetic death for a disappointing opponent. katsuki barely hears over the echo of ringing, returned brain interference. it buzzes softly, almost golden through streaming tears and blotched vision. at least it’s me instead of him. thank fuck i made one good mistake. heat rises, too close to his face. hands removed for a startling — sharp shock of cold air. his body racks with the swell of lungs still compressed under the weight of a human.

the heat blares as hands return, either side of his face, confusing, ringing, glowing golden. the interference is electric.

there’s no room for repeat here. get through it, or don’t. there is no certainty that passed it exists. crimson eyes flash, the carved stencil of a laugh traced over a forgotten expression. his voice doesn’t exist but a rasp, barely spoken through the jolt of a body reawakening: “ uno, bitch. ”

and he lights up the reserve switch, sweeping the flash of searing pain through his nerve endings and up through freezing, up - turned palms. a flash flare.

katsuki doesn’t know how he gets to his feet — but it’s just in time to see back - up ascend over the rumble, shouting. he can’t hear them clearly over the crackling of electricity.

he points in the direction of his half - seared, unconscious assailant; lets todoroki do the dirty work of apprehending them while his lungs kick up an old fight to function. finally pulling in full breaths, limbs trembling. he tries to assess his own condition. his head swirls at the edge of fading consciousness. hands, still steaming, lift to his throat just to be certain. blood drips over his lips, unobstructed. ribs plea for less gasping.

good enough. he can make do with that. i’m still here. a silent plea sent out that whatever happens next denki can sense how fucking grateful he is, that none of the love was wasted. that he’s coming home, so fucking help him.

i’ve got unfinished business. denki is owed the common decency of an apology, at the very least.

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Hi there Tumblr’s. Assallammu’alaikum to all readers. Just got my own free time to type this story. I’m currently at Genting Highland. Yeap. For holiday. Not me alone, but with my cousins and my mom. I tagged my mom along if she wants to follow in the very last minute to Genting Highland. And That very last minutes she wants to follow us. It’s a drive-up holiday as we don’t want to take a bus up there because we know it’s going to be very dizzy and some of us might get a little bit uncomfortable. Total there is 3 cars going up. But 2 cars depart first and the another one departs the next morning. Because the first car which is my cousin car is going back to Singapore a day earlier than us. And for me, the 2nd car, the driver, which is only me, decided to depart and drive at night if we going to anywhere for drive-up vacations because ATLEAST we don’t rush ourselves or waste our time on the journey to our destination. The 3rd car leaves the next morning due to my uncle finishes work at 7am. So have to let him rest. Because check in is at 3pm so it’s standard.

So make the journey story short, I don’t drive fast due to my mom and I got full capacity on my car for small car even with turbo engine, to me it’s dangerous unless if I’m alone or 2pax inside the car and my car is lightweight unlike bigger car which is heavier than mine. Depart at 1am from Singapore and the 1st car drives like racer on 130-140km/h(well new car just only 3months old) and I only drive the max is 110-130km/h depending on me and the road situation. And obviously lost sight of my cousin car. But I’m fine with it because we stay at the same hotel for the first day and the worst part is, all fell asleep and the driver will be alone. The journey took 7hrs including stops for rest and morning prayer. Reach to our hotel, checked-in, had our breakfast and while we wait for my uncle to arrive, we zzzzzzzzzz………

They arrive at their hotel at around 6.30pm. I was still sleeping because I was the only driver, and my co-driver soundly asleep and only wakes up upon reaching… shagg… I woked up a t 9.30pm. hahaha… And my uncle ask me if I want to follow him. His favourite place whenever he goes to Genting. I guess, everyone knows it. Casino. I never been to Casino. But wanted to see what’s inside. And I did enter. Alongside with both my young cousin. We enter at about 11.30pm. Actually, they won’t allow Malay to enter except for foreigner. Malay people from other country like Singapore, Indonesia and other country they allow them to enter except for Malay from Malaysia. Had to show our passport for verification. Once I enter inside, the environment is way far different from normal routine. Inside does not look like high end people playing by wearing suits, smart dress or high-baller. It’s standard normal people like us and some wearing short pants playing. My uncle play the game. But me and my one cousin,Nabil, we explore around the area. Heard people shouting here and there, heard them like as if they nearly win or win the game. Some people. It only 2hrs for us to explore the whole area from level 1 to level 2. It’s massive actually. I don’t know. Maybe I’m first timer. After 2hrs plus, we both went back to my uncle and we saw him won RM4000. To me it’s a lot of money. And I asked him how much he put inside, and he said, RM1000. I was like, hell no…… To me it’s wasted. I can buy shoes, shirts with that RM1K. But after seeing that he won RM4K, I let him be. But that doesn’t end. The money he won double’s up. YES. RISES UP. From RM4K, rises up to RM8K. Just only slot in RM1K, it reaches to RM8K. And lastly it hit RM10K. I was very shocked. He knew I was a first-timer. He suddenly gave my younger cousin,Nabil, RM200 to play for fun. And same goes to me. Just for fun try out. I take it and try it out just to know why and what makes them so attracted.

Nabil finish his RM200 in just less than 20mins. And for me. A shocking for me, from RM200, I won RM3.5K. My another cousin, Ramdhan, told me to carry on. And yes. From there I felt the addictive moment. And I feel what other’s feel. Once they won, their prize gets higher and higher, they wanted more. The higher it is, the higher bet they put. But I stop at that amount and ask my uncle for his card to insert in the cash prize to his card account. He smile and he told me to continue, but I said to him, I try it out just to feel what other’s feel that is my intention and I don’t want to spoil what I intend. So transfer done and I rest for a moment and have some smoke and withing 1hours, I thought he would win higher. But turns out to be lesser. Form RM10K, downfall to RM3K. hahahahahahaha… to my disbelieve guys. He knows my money is RM3.5K. he didn’t disturb that amount. He only use his. And ended up he only won RM3k. Out of RM1K he slot in, he won RM3K where at the beginning we had won RM10K. Only then he realise he should have taken out that money. Hahahahaha… Well… That’s what we call, addicted and not realising the game played. And the next day, he went again. He invited me too but I told him, only once. I don’t feel like going there again. Tried once and enough. Ahahaha…

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