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bdmbp · 11 months

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The Angels of Death team and how they play Monopoly: Both with and without their reader

I preempt by saying that the reader is neutral. The reader will in all cases be age oriented to his character.

Isaac Foster/Zack:

Well, he can't read, he can't write, he can barely count to thirty, do you think he can really play Monopoly? No, by no means.

First of all he will refuse to do so, then, if he plays, he will only do it because they have called him a coward.

The problem? She's never played and can't read the instructions, and no one, I mean NO ONE, not even Rachel for forgetfulness, will be bothered to explain them to her. He will play without having the faintest idea of what he is doing, and by the time he understands the basic dynamics of Monopoly, he will probably already be in a serious state of bankruptcy because he is not understanding the value of money, property and, with all due respect and Kindness possible, I don't think you get to count with the sales and price numbers in the game.

As I have already mentioned before, at some point he will understand how Monopoly works, but it will be too late, he will be so humiliated, that he will even lack the strength to react and get pissed, he will simply go away sulking with his head down, not understanding again how they destroyed him in such a short time and why he lost.

This is different if reader is also playing. You will probably explain the rules to him quickly, but he still won't understand the things you said to him, probably finding himself as before.

Since you're here too, to impress you he would absolutely pretend to understand and brag about the money and possessions he has however meager (he thinks he can talk you into trading with him). You play more slowly and even if it is not written in the rules, you allow him to owe you a debt so that he does not pay, you also exchange properties with him that you are not interested in the slightest and you pay him much more than you should.

You have to stop when his debt is higher than the money in the game. He prefers to lose at your hand, so he can easily pretend he did it on purpose because he loves you so much. We know well here who loses for whom specifically…

Edward Mason/Eddie:

Eddie loves Monopoly; but, it won't play if you aren't already playing as well.

If you play, you will definitely NOT NOTICE his favoritism. He will only sell to you, at incredible prices due to the lack of corresponding value, and anyone else who tries to make him an offer, however convenient it may be, will never accept and I mean never! You are his Angel and he could never betray you by giving others the privilege of the exchange that only you are granted! He will lose for you, and he will do it with honor and without guilt, no one, not even Cathy's annoyed statements can stop him. He will lose for you, for your love, and he will accept to lose ONLY AND EXCLUSIVELY AGAINST YOU!

He is the type of player who makes preferences, but without the factor of bluster or deeming himself superior.

Daniel Dickens/Danny

Actually, despite being a deplorable fetishist in the series (I hated him and apologies to the fans), he would be the best in Monopoly, both with and without you.

He cares a lot about winning, about being the best and therefore he is also very competitive. He's logical and smart, he'll cheat to win and he might cheat, he'll be so contradictory, so fast, so sneaky, that no one but Gray will notice he's cheating (he doesn't need cheating to win but wants complete security) but he won't say anything because it's just a game of Monopoly. Zack will most likely accuse him more than once but only Rachel will listen to him without dealing with it though. Even with you he is determined to win, no matter how much you care, how good you are, if he loses he could make a scene and if he wins he will throw his victory in your face without caring about your emotions. Only then, otherwise he loves you and can not deny it.

Abraham Gray/Gray

After Danny he is certainly the most likely to win. I see him as the kind of silent player who plans his own moves, the only reason he doesn't win is not that he is inferior to Danny, but more that he doesn't care. Like Eddie, he'll only play if you're there, because he really has no interest in playing and winning. He is ready to console you when you find yourself bankrupt, let's say to greet those who unfortunately leave the game.

Rachel Gardner/Ray

She is in third position. After Danny and Gray she would be the winner. She has average intelligence, and she remains calm even in unpleasant situations, her greatest quality about her is that she does not give up or get discouraged, but she carries on. She doesn't care much about Monopoly either, but she will also play without you, because if there is one she doesn't see a too specific reason to decline. If you play too, she will behave as usual, I think the most normal let's say (ironic). If you lose and get hurt she won't consider it (but of course she will voice her opinion and console at least a little), if she wins she won't really care, shrugging might be her reaction.

Catherine Ward/Cathy

After Zack she will be the first to lose. This is because she is so proud that she refuses contact or interaction with any other player. After a few "lucky rolls" with the dice, she really won't have any convenient or stable tactics or properties. You will not trade in the most extreme way. Whether you play or not she will be there, she is obsessed with winning and in the infinitesimal case you were worse than her and she should beat you, get ready, her sadism will not spare even those she loves. If she loses it will create a colossal ruckus, she could try to cheat but an eliminated Zack has his eyes fixed on her every move so she can't.

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stanlunter · 1 month

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People when they decide what ships will they consider as "problematic age gap":

A ship of an adult in their 30s x a teenager who is 15-18 ❌

A ship or a teen x a 468436 yo immortal unhuman ❌

A 40yo x a barely legal age ❌

A young teen at 12-14 x a late teen/ young adult ❌

A late teen (18-19yo) x a young adult (20-22) ✔️✔️✔️

30yo adult x 40yo adult ✔️✔️✔️

A middle teeanger x another middle teenager with 1-2 age difference ✔️✔️✔️

#Their logic is insane #Also to make it clear 1 is Kim x Shego Eren x Levi Sakura x Kakashi and etc #2 is just a super popular trope Im not even gonna name them all #3 is cherrisnake and similar ships #4 is luka x marinette Atsushi x kyuoka Zack x Rachel Beast boy x Cyborg and etc #5 is ships like Dazatsu #6 is Entrapdak #7 is too many including Lunter Cyrae or Kataang #Lunter #Entrapdak #Dazatsu #Kataang

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fawningflattery · 10 months

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#cathy ward #aod #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #danny dickens #ray gardner #rachel gardner #eddie mason #lucy aod #cathy x lucy #cathylucy #zack foster #isaac foster #abraham gray #i cant stand these guys #gay ppl fr #fml bro #i posted these on tiktok first now they are here

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brightlyidol · 3 months

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[PT. Star symbol; Zack and Rachel matching icons!! Requested by: @/tohru-oozora. No kin/ID/me tags for rachel please (cat emoji) END PT.]

✮ ; zack & rachel matching iconz !!

— requezted by : @tohru-oozora

— no kin ) ID ) me tagz for rachel plz :3

#꒰ 🤍 ꒱ — edit !#icons #icon #twt icons #x icons #rachel gardner #ray gardner #aod #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #zack foster #isaac foster #zackray #<- platonic !! do not tag az zhip .

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otakusparkle · 11 months

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Identity V x Angel Of Death Collaboration Begin

Identity V x Angel Of Death Official Illustration

Artist : yomi_sarachi99 (Twitter)

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bakugokemkatsuki · 5 months

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Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

**Warning(s): mentions of night terrors and bad pasts

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

The manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of insanity on his face the emotionless look in his eyes. He’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed. Sweat beading down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second. The light on the nightstand turned on as your boyfriend sat up in bed. He pulled you in close and held you. “Another night terror? It’s okay. We’re out of that place now and I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” You and your boyfriend had escaped from that place but not without a lot of trials. One included watching your boyfriend almost ascend into madness, the madness you’d worked to overcome together. You knew he loved you, you knew the man you saw that day wasn’t your boyfriend but the nightmares still remained. After a few minutes more of him holding you whispering sweet nothing to you, you both curled up and went back to sleep.

**Might make a horror version of this as well.** sorry for errors I wrote this at midnight. NOT proofread**

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emo-emu64 · 1 year

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The Monster

I love zombie apocalypse stories with all my cold Grinch-sized heart. So here's one with Zack while I put off finishing the next chapter for 'Where The Angels Fall'. I might turn this into a full fic at some point, I am undecided.

CW: weapon imagery, violence, blood, gore, murder, injury, death, language, creepy men

Fun fact; bleeding, thirsty, and hungry is the perfect combination for an untimely and irritated death.

Whether it be by infection or the infected. Starvation or dehydration. It is much easier to die now than ever before.

Especially when you've been kidnapped by a group of assholes who keep looking at you like you're a piece of meat.

The assholes in question, unsurprisingly, did not have the courtesy to wrap the bleeding wounds on my head or my leg. The bullet still lodged in my thigh had been the only reason they were able to catch me.

There are six of them, huddle around their fire and arguing in hushed tones. Their conversation picks up and it seems like three of them want to let me go. The other three want me dead.

They are yelling now, "You want to let her go after what she did? Are you fucked in the head or somethin', man?"

What I did was kill their buddy after he tried to stab me in the back of looted Walmart. Unprompted, might I add.

The next one to speak up is the voice of reason, unfortunately, he is also the smallest and clearly the youngest. Meaning he will get me nowhere.

"He was trying to kill her! Did you expect her to just lay down and die?"

"He was your brother, and she killed him!"

"He was completely out of line! She didn't do anything to him!"

At that the man lets out a frustrated noise and swipes a knife off the ground as he makes his way towards me.

This time he is screaming, face red and distorted with rage, "Why don't we let the bitch choose?"

He puts the knife to my throat and the man who tried to stop him gives me an apologetic look. The others are giddy with the possibility of fresh blood, the question of whether or not I deserve it completely erased from their minds.

"You've got two choices, doll. One; I kill you, right here, right now. Or two: you stick with us, do whatever we want, whenever we want. Like our little pet. What do ya think? Hmm?"

"I think you should quiet down. Don't want the monster to hear," despite the blade at my throat, I can still hear the taunting tone my voice holds even through the roaring of my blood in my ears.

He laughs, "I think we can handle a couple of infected, hun."

A grin splits my face, "Who said anything about infected?"

I hear the rustling in the woods behind me, and the relief is instant. The monster's presence is overwhelming and suffocating to most, but I bask in it's familiarity.

"Damn, didn't know I hit ya that hard. What in the hell are you talking about?" Despite himself, the hair on the back his neck stands on edge, and his eyes dart around nervously. When I look back to his friends, they hold the same looks of terrified confusion. Questioning if I am simply a poor mad girl, or if there really is a presence lurking in the shadows of the trees.

They find their answer when they hear the laughter, "Too late."

They all scramble for their weapons, hands desperate for a gun or a blade. Anything to defend themselves, but he does not give them the chance.

They're dead before the hit the ground.

"Fuck!" The man in front of me reaches for his gun, swiftly turning and raising it.

I react before he can pull the trigger, landing a solid kick to the back of his knee with my good leg.

"Son of a bitch!"

I am on top of him now, the rope he used to keep my hands bound becomes his end. Digging into my wrists as his face turns shades of purple and blue. The choice to leave my hands tied in front of me was his first mistake. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

When I am sure that he has stopped moving, I slit his throat with the knife for good measure.

When I look up he is pressing his boot to throat of a bleeding and battered man. He is still laughing like a maniac. He is a maniac.

I hear the crunch of a windpipe being crushed, and he moves to the last one left alive. A poor terrified soul, surrounded by the blood and gore of those he may have called family.

When I look closer I see the same sad and apologetic eyes that defended me only moments ago.

"Wait," my voice is small and it is more of a gasp for breathe then a word, murder is much more physically taxing then one might think.

The monster looks down to me through crazed and soft eyes, tilting his head. I am able to bring myself to stand, taking shaky steps towards them.

When I reach them, I shake my head, and try to find the breathe to explain myself.

"He... he tried to stop them, he tried to... tried to help me."

I can feel myself slowing, the adrenaline crash making my whole body heavy.

He stares for a moment, eyes flickering between me and the man he so desperately wants to watch suffer.

He grabs the man by his hair and lowers himself till they are eye to eye, "Listen here shithead, that," he raises a hand to point to me, "is my girl, and I swear to fucking God, if I ever see you anywhere near her ever again, I will gut you like a pig. Do you understand?"

The man nods frantically, face covered in snot and tears. He opens his mouth, but all that leaves it are heaving sobs.

The man is thrown back to the ground, "Good, now get the hell outta here."

He scrambles up and stumbles off. Taking an extra second to grab a pack of the ground before disappearing into the night.

Before the man is even fully gone, he is in front of me, a gentle hand cupping my face.

I lean my head against his chest, breathing a sigh of relief, "Zack."

"Hey, sweetheart. You alright?"

"Mhm."

He pulls away a moment to look over my well-being, "How mucha this blood is yours?"

I shake my head, "I'm not sure. Where's Ray?" I expected the young girl to make an appearance at some point, but she was nowhere to be found.

"She's back in the truck, there's a small town we set up in just a little ways back."

I can barely force a nod, there are spots in my vision and my legs shake under the weight of my own body.

I hear him breathe a heavy sigh before I am lifted off of the ground, "Alright, c'mon."

There are spots in my vision again, but this time it is due to the blinding light and not the gash on the back of my head. The gash that I know is no longer open because I feel the stitches rub against the pillow.

When the spots begin to clear I recognize that there is someone above me. A blur of white and yellow and dull blue.

"Hello."

"Hi, Ray."

Her face does not change, it never does. Zack once told me that it never has, even in th time that he has known her, which is much longer than I have.

"How do you feel?"

It is worded like a question, but her voice does not falter in tone.

I shrug, "been worse, been better."

She nods and places a few pills in my hand, setting water down on the nightstand next to me.

"Thanks."

Once I have finished with the pills I realize that the light in the room is from a real, genuine ceiling light. Not a flashlight, lantern, or fire, "does this place have a generator?"

She nods, "Zack said there's a lot of fuel left in it, and that we'll move on when it's out."

"Where is he?"

"Just out on a run, he wanted to make sure we had enough antibiotics."

I nod as she speaks again, "He was really worried about you."

I cannot help but smile like a child, "Yeah?"

Just as she confirms her statement with nod, Zack appears in the doorway. Signature scowl etched into his face, and as soon as he is close enough, he lands a firm smack to the back of the young girl's head.

"Don't go around sayin' stupid shit like that!"

I chuckle, but Rachel moves on like nothing happened, "Did you get everything?"

He huffs out a breath, "Yeah, 's in the kitchen."

As the girl leaves, Zack begins to look me over. Eyes flitting to the wound on my head, and then on my thigh.

"How're ya feelin'?"

I smile up at him, "I'm alright."

He nods, but he does not smile back. There is something saddening in his eyes, and I recognize that it is guilt.

I reach up to cup his face, and he does not realize it, but he leans into the touch, "How are you feeling?"

There is a beat of silence.

"I shoulda went with ya."

I shake my head at him, "No, Zack, don't do that. That's not fair."

He sighs, pressing his lips to the crown of my head, before resting his chin atop it, "It's good to have ya back."

"It's good to be back."

#zack foster #zack foster x reader #rachel gardner #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #zombie #apocalypse #au #isaac foster x reader #isaac foster #x reader

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aod-zak · 9 months

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ScytheRose holding hands (CAUGHT ON CAMERA!!!!!) (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!!)

#angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #ib #aod rachel #ib garry #ib game #aod #aod zack #zack foster #garry x zack #zack x garry #scytherose #they're so gay

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s8tnn · 2 years

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Angels Of Death Zack And Danny Wallpapers? I Haven't Seen Any Of These Yet 🪷

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reimiart · 2 years

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I started to play Angels of Death and had to draw Zack and Rachel 💕✨

#my art #satsurikunotenshi #angelsofdeath #zackray #zack foster #rachel gardner #aod #zack x ray

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So, I saw the ‘S/O with a persona like Wanderer who falls in love with Zack foster and helps him and Ray go to the next floor’ and I absolutely loved it!

And it gave me an idea! So, if I could, can I request almost the same thing except very different

so basically, the idea is Zack and Ray go to another floor, and there are two people up there. One with the personality of Nahida form Genshin Impact, and the other is with the personality of Wanderer from Genshin impact. And basically, this floor is after the fourth/Cassy’s floor. However, unlike the other residents, the one whose persona is like Nahida does not like killing anyone, and instead, tends to them, gives them food and water because unlike the other floors, this room has trees that give fruit, and has a lake with fresh and clean water, and the person with Nahida’s persona can make medicine. Often times when people reach their floor, the person with Nahida’s persona often tends to the person and gives them food and water for their meals for their long trip. Sometimes they might try to convince the person to stay but it never really works out for their end until the S/O with Wanderer’s persona shows up.

The one whose persona is like Wanderer used to be a sacrifice, but upon coming into the person (who I don’t know the name to call them so I’ll just keep calling them Nahida while I call the one whose persona is like Wanderer S/O), so S/O used to be a sacrifice but came to Nahida’s floor, and Nahida tended to them and eventually S/O just decided to become Nahida’s ‘right hand man’. So when they come up, Ray leads Zack a little bit, and then S/O sees them and takes them to Nahida because Nahida wants to help them.

Nahida refuses to let them leave until Zack is fully healed. And over the course of them being there, Zack and S/O fall in love. And at the end of it all, when Zack finally does get better, Nahida sees this and encourages S/O to leave with the person they love, even if it leaves Nahida alone.

(I don’t have most of the details in my mind, so whether or not what happens/or what happens in the end is up to you!)

HEY THERE! i’m so sorry for the delay! i got sick, had tons of hw, it was rough. But i’ve got it done! i Hope this works for what you were looking for!!

WARNINGS: slight language and minor spoilers, not proofread and probably some messed up grammar (let me know if i missed any!)

WORD COUNT: 1907

BLOSSOMING LOVE

The only thing that reminded you that you were even in a building was the crooked, rusty door of the elevator that stood out by itself in the back of the forest. It stood by its lonesome, no other wall or door near it. Just by itself like some sort of decrepit portal to living hell. There was another one of those elevators on the other side of the forest too, past the willow.

You were only staying in this realm because of the floor master. Her name was Lily, she’s sweet and nurturing, probably the only one of her kind in this building. She rescued you when you had narrowly managed to escape Cassy’s floor. You were covered in cuts and bruises when you were found by her. She had watched as you attempted to scramble to your feet in a fit of paralyzing fear, only instead of killing or harming you, she squatted low to the ground and offered her hand for you to take. And you had, which may have resulted in death had it been anyone else, but she didn't hurt you.

Over the course of months–maybe even years–she treated you with kindness, she had healed all your injuries, provided you food and shelter and even offered you the ability to leave whenever you chose with safe passage to the elevator. Of course you didn’t leave, you chose to stay and help her out. You’d seen many people cross over onto this floor, leaving once being nurtured and treated, promises of returning or notifying someone once they had escaped were left unfulfilled, one can only assume the horrid things that had occurred once they stepped back into the elevator that would surely rise to their impending doom. That's why when you heard the announcement that a floor resident and a sacrifice had run off and were suspected to be attempting to escape, it wasn't a shock. You knew Lily would let the people stay as long as they needed to recover.

You and Lily were sitting on a log near the lake, talking quietly when the wind blew carrying the sound of a ding, the elevator reached their floor.

“Alright lets go greet our guests!” Lily smiled, flattening her frizzy blonde hair and brushing the dirt off her pale green dress.

“No thanks, i’m not interested in meeting new people, there's no reason too when they all desert you once they’ve healed. I’ll just be in the cabin ready to make whatever remedies you need.”

“Oh come now, you should try to be friendlier, y’know.”

You scoffed, you always felt that people abused her kindness, how they always left with a dismissive thank you, as if they didn’t realize how good they had it here. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. Lily simply sighed, shaking her head before smiling slightly. “Alright then, i’ll go greet our guests.”

You made your way to the cabin, preparing all sorts of pre-made remedies and lined up materials to make whatever it was that the two people needed. It wasn't long before Lily had walked in, asking for painkillers, burn remedies, healing lotion and a plate of berries harvested from earlier in the morning. She left quickly after that. It didn't take you long to make the needed items. You held the vials of medicine in a small straw basket and in your other hand a small bowl of berries and other fruits. Your eyes widened when they met the heterochromia eyes of gold and brown belonging to a tall, hoodie clad killer.

Behind him he dragged a heavy metal scythe stained with dirt and blood and who knows what else. He wore a brown hoodie stained with old blood from the bottom up the right side, dark black hair that was messy and matted poked out from under the hood. He was covered head to toe in bandages concealing whatever injuries he had. Next to him stood a small girl, around the age of thirteen. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes that looked oddly… empty, dead even. She wore a black and white striped shirt with a white jacket ontop of her shirt and a small black satchel that went across her small frame. Your brows furrowed, handing the basket to Lily who made the two sit.

“Why don’t you tell me your names? I’ll go first, I'm Lily.”

“Youre the floor master?” The tall man leaned in, eyes wide with skepticism.

“I am.”

“What the shit?”

Lily giggled at his behavior. She explained her intentions and began rummaging through the basket you had curated for her.

“I'm Zack, and this is Ray.” Zack explained, sitting down cross legged on a small wooden bench, Ray sitting down next to him, hands folded politely in her lap.

Lily managed to clean up Ray’s small wounds and cuts. It took a lot more persuading and a lot more arguments to get Zack to untie some of his bandages for Lily to check the wounds. It looked like he had been electrocuted. And he probably had, Cassy had that time of equipment on her floor. You would know. And so maybe you empathize with him, after all, you still had your scars from the same thing. Its a wonder how he’s even alive, you had barely been shocked a great amount, he looked like she cranked it up all the way. You grit your teeth and introduce yourself to him.

His eyes were always on you, studying you as if he hadn’t see someone like you before. It was strange.

“You’ll have to stay here at least a month to make sure you’re properly healed. you can stay forever if you’d like.” Lily said, reapplying his bandages.

He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at you. “yeah yeah.,, whatever.”

you scoffed, “i haven’t heard a ‘thank you’ yet.”

“a thank you? like hell i’m saying thank you! it wasn’t my choice!” Zack frowned, arms crossed.

You raise a brow, mouth opening to retort before you hear a quiet mutter of “thank you..” you seemed satisfied and left.

Over the course of a few weeks you learned he was Illiterate. it was shocking to you at first however he said he was taken at a young age, not really learning how to properly read or write. so you often sat around a table to help him.

“okay what does this label say?” You pointed to a small vial on the desk.

“…..anti-bee..”

“anti-biotic.” you corrected. “here put it in this basket.”

you’d been doing this for a few days now, until it finally hit him. “Hey! you’re just making me do your chores!” he scowled, flailing his arms about.

you stifled your laughter, raising a brow at him. “ya caught me. now keep doing it.” Hemumbled curses at you but continued to help you organize your things.

Over the course of a few months you had taught him what it meant to be gently loved. you tried not to make it obvious that you may have been developing feelings for him. after all, it was hard to communicate that to him. He didn’t really understand, and was still tense when your hand accidentally brushed against his arm when you walked by. he hadnt told you really what happened, all you knew was underneath all of those bandages was scarred skin from intense burns.

You sat with him near the pond, collecting some berries as the two of you talked. He cleared his throat and you looked over your shoulder.

“You make me feel funny.”

“…huh?” You stopped picking the berries, standing up to face him. He’s emotionally constipated, not by his fault of course, though you still didn’t know what he meant.

“Like, when I'm near you, and.. my heart feels like it’s going to explode. and my skin feels warm, and I want to hold your hand or some shit.”

Your jaw tensed. He was saying he liked you, you liked him too. “What's that feeling called?” he asked you, tearing you away from your thoughts.

“it’s called.. Love.” you explained.

“then i love you.”

Your heartbeat stopped, breath hitching in your throat. It was pointless to love him, pointless for him to love you. After all, he’d been ready to leave in the next few days, leaving you here too,

“I love you too, Zack.” your voice hardly wavered. it came out so smoothly it sounded like a lie.

“y'know lily said i’ll be ready to leave tomorrow.”

“oh, did she now?” you felt yourself go ridged.

“yeah, she said i can leave tomorrow!”

“Are you going to?” you almost hesitated to ask. you knew the answer, you just didn’t want to hear it.

“Of course I am.”

“right.” You didn’t really speak to him much the rest of the day.

And then the next day, the most dreaded one arrived. Lily was preparing him a basket for his travels as he prepared himself and Ray to leave. you stood behind lily, a solemn look on your face as your eyes pierced through the eleven tie door, inevitably where he was going to go and likely never be seen again.

He and Ray exchanged words while Lily turned to you. “go with him.”

you swore you didn’t hear her right. Lily always thanked you for staying with her, telling you how you had cured her loneliness, and she was advising that you leave?

“you heard me right,” she explained. “go with them. you love him don’t you? go with him.”

your eyes widened, salty tears filling them, a bittersweet smile on your face. “Are you sure lily?”

“Of course I'm sure.”

Zack looked over at you, “you’re coming with us!?” he seemed to beam.

“…” you watched as he stepped into the elevator with Ray, then back at Lily. “yeah i am.”

you stepped into the raggedy elevator, it creaked with the weight of three people. your stomach twisted with nerves, you were scared to go back through this horrid building. but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Zack.

the door closed, your last glimpse of the safe haven leaving your gaze as Lily waved goodbye to you as you ascended to the floor above.

Hope you enjoyed!

#gender neutral reader #angels of death #anime #no use of y/n #zack foster #x reader #second person narration #aod zack #aod rachel #original character

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eddiesshovel · 10 months

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Zackgarry is canon both ib and angels of death have pokemon related offical art

#angels of death #ib #ib game #rachel gardner #zack foster #death of the individual #garry ib #zack x garry #Garry x zack #scytherose

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bubblegumfanfictions · 24 days

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Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Chapter 1: Wonderland.

Fandom- Angels of Death

Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character

Warning(s)- Poisoning, Anxiety

Summary- Rachel goes Down the Rabbit Hole.

Word Count- 1,800

-Rachel-

The small blonde girl steps into the elevator, her legs shaky and uncertain. Her hands trembling, trying to find solace within the sleeves of her cardigan.

What is this play area? Why does such an innocent word invoke such deep emotions? The elevator doors shut behind her with a loud bang. The noise makes her jump, her heart began to thump and run faster than she thought was possible. Her legs wobbled and felt jelly-like at the weight of her body.

The elevator descended— ascended? She didn’t know, and this uncertainty made her feel worse. Was she descending into the depths of hell or ascending to the angels? either notion frightened her as both meant death, sure she was probably overreacting but waking up in a strange place with no memories other than your name would terrify anyone… Let alone a 12-year-old girl.

The sound of the elevator screeching to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal the next floor. Rachel’s eyes widened, the view in front of her looked as if it had been taken straight from the pages of a fairytale.

The young girl's eyes flit to and fro, scanning the room as she takes tentative steps out of the elevator. A narrow cobbled path swerves between oversized, vibrant flowers of all species, intermixed with large evergreen trees and glowing mushrooms taller than her. The walls she could see were covered in watercolour swirls and illustrations from Alice in Wonderland.

She walks down the cobbled path, taking note of every little detail as she goes. Despite how beautiful this room was she couldn’t help the pounding in her chest and the sinking feeling in her stomach, something didn’t feel right.

Her gut feeling making her quicken her pace down the cobbled path, her foot slipping now and then. Her head aching as she stares at the night sky, the blocky lines of white swirls mixed with midnight blues and vibrant yellows.

The young girl tilts her head back down, focusing her sights ahead. It seems that when she was panicking the forest became thicker, denser… Darker. Rachel wraps her arms around herself, hoping to bring down her heart rate hoping that if she comforts herself, she will be fine. But it doesn’t work.

A faint jingle catches her attention, her head turns in the direction the sound came from and she slowly makes her way over. The sound came from a branch just off the cobbled path. Rachel picks up the culprit, a small ornate golden key. She puts the key in her pocket. “I may need it later.” She says.

–Acquired a Key.–

Rachel’s foot scarcely lifted off the floor when she heard rustling in the bushes to her left. The poor girl goes ridged, she isn’t alone here. There is someone else here. What if that person wishes her harm? What if it is nothing? Should she investigate it? Maybe she should. Dangerous thoughts ring through the girl's head like a cacophony of alarms. She takes a deep breath, picturing courage filling her as she breathes.

One step at a time she gets closer and closer to the bush. There is nothing there, she could have sworn she heard something. She circles the bush to find evidence that she isn’t going crazy and, sure enough there it is. On the floor behind the bush is a small piece of parchment with the words 'Follow Me.' written on it in a gorgeous teal colour forming a loopy cursive scrawl, in the corner lay an intricate drawing of Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

An iconic blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl stood in a baby blue dress and an inky black headband. Her doe eyes stared back at Ray innocently. Ray stared at the blonde before folding the drawing and placing it back onto the floor.

A question pops into the girl's mind. Follow me? Follow who? It was almost as if the floor could sense her inner desires as she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a rabbit. Rachel rubbed her eyes, wondering if the room was playing tricks on her. Maybe there was gas in the air that was making her hallucinate, maybe she was drugged when she was on B8? She couldn’t be too sure.

Every fibre of her being was telling her to follow the movement but there is still a deep, lingering sense of dread filling her stomach like bile. She knows she has to follow the rabbit– if it was a rabbit. But she is terrified of what she would find.

The forest around her is thicker, and denser than before. She clasps her hands together trying to alleviate her anxiety but, much like the forest, it becomes worse, deeper, scarier.

Every sound and every movement seems to push her further to the edge. Her breathing hitches as tears form in her eyes, and she feels as if there is a heavy lead ball in her stomach refusing to leave– She wants her mum and her dad more than ever, especially when she hears a loud rustle ahead of her, her legs push her forward one step at a time, left, right, left, right. When she stops in front of another drawing, it’s a drawing of the White Rabbit, pocket watch in hand. Scrawled in more fancy ink were the words. “Not much further!”

Ray’s breath hitches, everything about this situation screamed danger, turn back now! But she knows she can’t, there was no turning back; no leaving, whether she wants to or not. She then recalls a coping technique taught to her by… Someone, she couldn’t quite make out his face, but the memory caused her to shiver uncomfortably.

She looks around the floor, taking in the sights. She sees the once bountiful and lush trees have now withered and shed their leaves. She takes note of the piles of leaves on the floor and the mysterious glint hiding in the shadows. Okay, that was three things she could see. The next thing was… What was it again? Think- think. It was sounds.

Ray calms her breathing and listens intently. She could hear the creaking of the dead wood, The chirp of some birds… More importantly, she could hear the clinking of a glass. Rachel’s eyes shot open at the sound, she wasn’t alone, someone else is on this floor. Maybe they would help her? Maybe they would kill her. No no, she shouldn’t think like that. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues with shaky steps.

Rachel eventually comes to a clearing, her heart hammering in her throat. She couldn’t help but think of all the worst-case scenarios, she could be killed, maybe robbed? Kidnapped? Who knows.

Rachel’s thoughts halt as she looks ahead of her, right in the middle of the clearing is a long mahogany table adorned in a back and white checkered table cloth which she could barely make out through the piles of delicious-looking cakes and pastries. The table is a chaotic mess, covered in empty tea cups, dirty plates, half-full teapots and candles, coating the table in messy layers of wax.

She then turns her attention to the occupants surrounding the table, there are six chairs, each with a different style and wood. At the head of the table is a small hand-knitted human doll, presumably The Mad Hatter, to the left of him, is The Dormouse and to the left again is The March Hare. The thing that gets the young girl's attention is the woman, sitting to the right of the Mad Hatter, Rachel supposes that this girl is Alice. She is maybe 18 or 19; she is still a distance away from the woman so she isn't sure. The woman is sipping on some tea, she is dressed in an Alice-themed outfit. The seat next to her is empty. Finally, opposite the Mad Hatter sits The White Rabbit.

"Oh! I'm so glad you could join us!” The girl exclaims. “You're just in time for tea!" She stands up quickly, taller than Rachel thought, at about 5 foot 6.

"Please, sit.” She invited kindly. “Which tea would you like? We have Ginger, Chamomile, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Earl Grey, Hibiscus, Mint, Pumpkin which is my favourite, and Raspberry." The woman lists the words tumbling out of her mouth too quickly for Ray to understand her.

"U-Um,” She stammers, “may I just have the Vanilla please?" She sits next to the mystery woman and gives the woman a once over, unsure if she can trust her.

Rachel realises, as she gets closer, that this woman is older than she initially thought, she thinks she is in her early 20's. Her hair is a mousy shade of blonde and reaches just past her waist. Rachel can tell the woman is slim, even under the voluminous clothes. Though the oddest thing about her isn’t her clothes or demeanour, it is her eyes. They are a deep, rich shade of brown and then abruptly change to a sharp green around her pupil.

“Here you go,” The mystery woman passes a small, white teacup with lavender plants painted on it. Rachel doesn’t know if she can trust this woman so she sniffs the tea, unsurprisingly it just smells like Vanilla. Ray takes a sip of the drink, still weary of the woman sitting next to her, the sweet taste going down her throat immediately soothing any doubts.

"Excuse me, ma'am. What's your name?"

"Oh, my. How rude of me, my mother raised me with better manners than this! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Elsie.” The woman— Elsie, gives Rachel a dramatic curtsy. “And what might I call you?”

"I’m Rachel” She gives Elizabeth a short response as she suddenly feels a rush of nausea hit her like a freight train. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, the urge to puke getting stronger by the minute. “I’m sorry, I feel sick” The hand on her mouth is now clammy and shaking.

“Oh, that would be the poison,” Rachel pales at Elsie’s words, she can’t have been poisoned, surely. The rest of her skin begins to go clammy, her body slick with a thin layer of cold sweat. “Cyanide, my dear, very effective. Agatha Christie had the right idea. Of course, I have the antidote but you’ll have to work for it.”

Elizabeth goes up behind Rachel, gripping her perspiring cheeks, moving her head to the hand-knitted characters sitting with them. “Each of my friends is missing something important. Now, be a dear and find their things for me, then I will give you the antidote.” Elsie lets go of her face and sits back down.

“Judging by the dosage and your symptoms already, you might want to hurry, you only have around 30 minutes until you reach the point of no return.”

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