#alice screams into the abyss

[potato-jem]

SEASON TWO IS WRAPPED!!!!!

#this is my joker #i will go feral #and probably cry for a month #don’t mind me while i scream into the abyss #heartstopper #heartstopper tv #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper cast #kit connor #nick nelson #joe locke #charlie spring #narlie #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #alice oseman #osemanverse #heartstopper season 2

[shadowbrightshine]

Thinking about alternate timeline Tim's dying in different ways.

A failed Pokotho invasion before Tgwdlm proper, a young, 12 year old Tim crawls across the island on all fours, blue slime dripping from his face. His limbs have long since given out in terms of walking from overuse in the dance numbers. The singular voice has left them. It moved on, they were a rehearsal, not even the dress rehearsal of the story. Tim is losing the last shred of a mind he could have without the hive singing to him. He can't get out any notes himself, his voice doesn't belong to him anymore. The silence is killing him. He will starve.

An older Tim, an adult, who learned to dance and prrform onstage. He's in love, and he and his girlfriend decided that when he goes to participate in the Nectar King contest, she would go with him. He just wants to make his parents, Tom and Becky, proud. They love him, but he doesn't feel like they've seen just how good at performing he can be. They come to the place of the sacrifice. Nibbly consumed her first, and Tim bites down on Nibbly to free himself and reach for her, jumping into the maw. The bite of the God instantly absorbs into his body, but it doesn't have time to do anything. Nibbly has thousands of needle, shark, and grinding down teeth stretching into the black abyss. Tim's last moment is spent watching his girlfriend be crushed and stabbed through by the constricting jaw/throat snapping shut. Just before it does the same to him. He dies reaching for someone he loved. Someone he brought along to make sure they would be together. Who he led to die with him on accident.

In Watcher world eventually the island is abandoned, everyone is dead, has fled, or is part of the theme park. It's time to expand to the mainland. Tim has walked back and forth on his path for years. He watches the people, every day, every night. His mouth has been stitched shut. He killed his father. Blinky loves family dramas the best, Alice was not a unique case. The others are deconstructing parts of the park to bring with them. Tim wasn't even a sniggle. He's a background element. He's a set piece for a game that already ended. He looks at the engagement ring he stole from his father's body.

He leaves the park for the first time in years, and decides that the ring will be the last thing he ever sees. He goes to his knees, feeling the dirt in one hand. The other is held to the light. It sparkles. He closes his always open eyes. Five seconds pass and the Lord in Black tells him to open them. He feels bugs crawling across his face. He feels breaths of air against his cheek. He feels fingers and tiny bug mouths pulling on his eyelashes. Wordlessly he tells Blinky that he is done, and he will not look at anything else in his life. Blinky decides he no longer needs to see. The bugs are immediately burrowing through the soft flesh of his eyes. Severing the optic nerves. Through a stitched mouth Tim screams, eyes open. But it doesn't matter, they can't see. They're gone. Purple blood drips from his sockets and he is dying, bugs crawling into his brain. Or maybe not bugs. Whatever they are he is already dead.

There are worse ways than dying alone in a car.

#shine post #tw gore #tw body horror #tw bugs #starkid reference #black friday starkid #starkid black friday #lords in black #the lords in black #nibblenephim #nibbly #watcher world #honey queen #prophet tim #tim au #my own au #its the angst you know? #doesnt it hurt? #pokey starkid #pokotho #pokey #tgwdlm #watcher with 1000 eyes #starkid tim #death #tim houston #tom houston

[azure-blaze92]

🕯 ~ AYCF Chapter 20 Snippet ~🕯

So this is a dream sequence Caleb has in Chapter 20. Plus, I really wanted to share with you a part of the chapter, and this is the only part that doesn't spoil anything~

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Caleb's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the familiar sight of the old tree. “That's odd. Why am I here? I was in the Boiling Isles, why am I back…” Caleb's thoughts were interrupted when he heard his mother's voice. 

“Caleb! Come help me for a minute, will you?” 

"Mama?" Caleb's heart leaped in his chest as he sat up, scanning his surroundings. As he looked down the hill, he saw his mother standing there. Caleb felt his eyes well up with tears, and in an instant, he jumped up and raced toward her, tears streaming down his cheeks as he enveloped her in a tight embrace as soon as he was within arms' reach.

“Caleb darling, are you alright?” Alice said softly. God, how he missed his mother's gentle and reassuring voice. 

“I am just… so happy to see you.” He sobbed. 

“Caleb, what are you talking about? You saw her not that long ago.” He turned and saw Philip standing there. Caleb noticed the look in Philip’s eyes from the other night was non-existent. He found Philip looking at him like he used to. 

“Pip?” Caleb asked, confused. 

“Are you sure you're okay, darling?” Caleb heard his mother ask again in a concerned tone."

“I… I… I am so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Caleb cried, hugging her and apologizing countless times over.

“Caleb Darling, why are you apologizing? You have nothing EvErYtHiNg to be sorry about…” 

“What?” Caleb whispered as he felt his mother's body grow cold in his arms. His eyes snapped open, and he saw he was holding her lifeless form. A scream tore from his throat as he instinctively released her, watching her body crumple to the ground. The scene around him soon dissolved into a black abyss, swallowing everything in its wake. Caleb could only stare at his mother's body on the ground, his breathing coming out in sharp, ragged gasps. Then, a voice pierced the silence from behind him.

“This is all you're doing…” The accusatory tone sent a shiver up his spine, causing every nerve to stand on edge. Caleb turned to find Philip standing there, his mask resting over the right side of his face, and one hauntingly pale blue eye brimming with resentment and hatred met his. “It’s your fault we're in this situation to begin with.” 

“I…” Caleb struggled to say anything, but the words seemed to fail him. 

“No words?” Philip's voice dripped with scorn. “Surprising. You always had plenty to say, even if they were just lies.”

“Pip.” 

“Come on, Caleb. Why not tell everyone what you did?!” With those haunting words, the black abyss ignited with torchlight, revealing the entire town of Gravesfiled, its silhouettes illuminated with glowing red eyes. And there, ominously positioned behind Philip, stood an all-too-familiar figure. “Don’t be shy, Caleb. Come, confess all of your sins… like, how you lie.” Philip's voice echoed throughout the abyss.

“Stop.” Caleb pleaded.

“How you steal.” Philip's voice hissed.

"No!" Caleb managed to shout.

"How you kill.” Philip's voice taunted viciously.

“Enough!” Caleb screamed and fell to his knees and cried desperately, clutching onto his head, and sobbed. He used to have nightmares, but none was to the level of whatever this was; as he kneeled there, he heard footsteps coming closer; he shut his eyes as tight as he could until his head hurt. He didn’t want to see what ever was making those foot steps.

“Caleb… what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” 

“Leave me alone, please…” He begged.

 “Oh, I know! Let's play a game. We can play witch hunters, like we used to.” Caleb knew he shouldn't look up, but somehow, he found himself doing so. There in front of him was Philip, but now, instead of Philip from the other night, it was when he was around nine. “I can be the witch Hutner General, and you can be the witch…” Caleb’s eyes shrunk as he shook his head in terror. “We can even get to the whole town to play along. After all, you are the most dangerous witch of them all.” Caleb watched as Philip shifted his mask to cover his face fully, hiding his eyes. 

“We can even give you a head start. Ready? One…” Caleb knew he had to move, run, and survive, like always. “Two…” Caleb felt himself get off the ground subconsciously as he turned his back. “Three.” And he ran, daring not to look back as he ran further and further into the void before him.

As he ran, the void transformed into a forest, the very one that surrounded Gravesfield. He was back, somehow. “This is just a dream. This is just a dream.” He kept telling himself as his lungs burned and his heart pounded in his ears, but he he still willed himself to run. He was always running; running meant safety, and running meant he didn’t need to face what was always chasing him. Running was his escape, running was freedom from the haunting memories, and most importantly, running meant survival. 

Soon, he saw what looked like the portal door in the distance, an escape; he was so close to escaping and going back home to the Isles with Evelyn. He was safe with Evelyn. Or was he? As he was about to reach the door, the scene changed. He was in the center of town, and there, the pyre was about to be lit. He felt sick. An unfathomable sense of dread hung to him as Evelyn was the one tied to it. She was crying out to Caleb to save her, but as he was about to rush towards her, he felt hands grab him, holding him back. The stronger he fought against them, the stronger the grip became. Then he realized He couldn’t save her. He can’t save anyone. He heard Philip’s laugh as he stood on the platform, torch in hand, his flames somehow reflecting his pale blue eyes through the mask. “No one will mourn the wicked… not even you once you are free from her,” Philip said as he held the torch closer.

“Philip, don’t, please… I beg you.” Caleb just watched as Philip didn’t even acknowledge him.

“Silly Caleb, I’m only saving you.” 

“No, you’re not… This isn’t saving me. No one can save me…” Caleb heard Philip let out a chuckle, and without taking his gaze off of him, he lit the pyre. Soon, Evelyn's screams pierced his ears, and everything vanished, leaving him alone in the void again, except for one silhouetted figure standing next to him. Then he heard a voice, a voice he hadn’t heard in several years, the voice of an old friend. 

“I told you, Caleb."

"Cecilia?" Caleb whispered.

“I told you your sins and lies would catch up with you one day. There is no such thing as running forever.” 

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Aaaannnd that's all you get, until next month when the chapter comes out ~

#caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #the owl house #a young candles flame #wittebane brothers #fanfic #caleb is the furthest thing from okay

[ink-incorporated-official]

Is Sammy good like is he dead or alive he looked very uhh dead after the drinking situation

I fucking wish. No matter how much anyone tries to kill him, he always comes back.

They dragged him out, put his liquified corpse in a designated bucket, and I think he climbed out a day ago. Sorry, not think, I know he did, because I’ve been hearing those banshee screams of the music room start back up in the shittiest B flat you could imagine. It’s torture.

One day I’m going to steal that damned bucket and empty it into the abyss.

- Alice A.

#bbib #bendy back in business #sammy lawrence #alice angel #batim au #bendy au #tw swearing #swearing #death mention tw #death mention #text

[gift-from-heck]

A random YTTD AU I've written (I have the visuals as gacha, so if you wanna see them, ask)

- Your Turn To Suffer -

As Sara opened her eyes, she gasped. A white, empty field surrounded her. White, droopy flowers surrounded her feet. She looked around rapidly, her heartbeat racing. "Sara?" She jumped at a cold hand being placed on her shoulder, turning around. She froze up as she saw Shin, but he was white, his clothing, his skin, his hat. His eyes were shaded out, and his smile was large, with black goop flowing out. "Who are you?" Sara asked, her voice quivering. The wind picked up, flapping her hair gently, and made the grass dance around her. "What happened to me? What's going -" Suddenly, she gasped again. "How did I get here?"

Shin laughed, clasping his chest. "Kanna noticed you were stressed, so while you dream today, you'll be here, Sara!" The ginger gently smiled at the teal haired boy, slowly standing up. "I.....I missed you, Shin." Sara hugged Shin, trying not to sob. "You don't need to lie, Sara, I know you don't like me..." Sara shook her head, pulling away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I can't tell anyone about this, okay? Please, Shin... just keep your mouth shut!" Sara said in an urgent tone of voice, looking into his eyes intensely. Shin sighed, looking away. "Alright...."

Shin took Sara's hand and started to walk. The soft rustling of the flowers against Sara and Shin's shoes was all that could be heard. And even then, it wasn't quiet enough for Sara to hear the words Shin spoke softly. "You've been dreaming, Sara. About Kanna and me.""Dreaming?" Sara blinked her bright purple eyes at him. He nodded, looking back at her. "Yeah. Do you remember how I didn't trust you?" Shin laughed once again. "I don't now, of course." They continued walking until they came across a small pond. Shin stopped walking, looking intently into the pond as if he had some sort of vision there. Or maybe he was remembering something from his time before meeting Sara. Sara looked over his shoulder curiously, squinting her eyes. Shin's expression didn't change, still looking down into the pond as if he knew something, but he didn't elaborate.

Sara stared at him for a moment longer until Shin suddenly broke eye contact with the pond, looking at the girl beside him instead. Shin's voice dropped to a low whisper. "... You miss us. Joe, Kanna, me... maybe not Mishima, but the point is that you cared and missed us." Sara felt a slight sting in her chest when Shin mentioned Joe. She missed Joe a lot, and her chest hurt whenever she thought about him. But, she tried to push that pain aside. It wasn't her fault. Right? Right?! Her heart ached.

Sara looked back into the pond and watched as the ripples caused by some animal swimming in the water moved further apart from each other. "Do you remember what you told me?" Sara turned her gaze away from the water, looking back at Shin."Oh...yes." Shin chuckled softly. "I told you that no matter what happens, you will never let us disappear. And I mean it, Sara." Sara's eyes softened, and she smiled at him. "We're not gone forever." He squeezed her hands gently before letting go of her grip.

"But, Sara, you can't save everyone. Not now." Soon, Sara felt the floor fall under her, and suddenly she was falling into the darkness below. She screamed, feeling as she fell faster than a cannonball into the dark abyss. Her screams died out after seconds later as a loud crash sounded somewhere in front of her. Soon, she fell onto the floor. Sara sat up, looking around, confused. Her eyes widened when she saw a man standing right in front of her. The man held a piece of metal in his hands. A weapon that she didn't recognize. "sARa." Sara knew who it was. "Alice..." Sara whispered. She got up and stepped away from the man, looking away.

"Hey, SARA...." His voice sounded distorted and broken. "WHY did you LET ME die..." Alice raised his arm and pointed it right at Sara, aiming it at her. "I'm...sorry...Please...." Sara huried away, sobbing loudly. She suddenly banged into a wall, and she stood up, covering her face in fear. Soon, a girl ran into Alice and pushed her to the ground. "Reko?!" Alice sat up and started to talk to Reko. Sara quietly walked away and started to run, running as far as she could. Soon, she ran into someone else, hugging the person as a response. She looked up and saw Midori... Midori? Who is Midori...? "Hi..." Sara squeaked, looking at Midori. Midori seemed to freeze up, holding onto Sara tightly. "Midori, what did I do to deserve this?" Sara pulled away, her heart dropping when she saw Midori's face, which was completely devoid of emotion.

Midori stared off into nothingness, her blank eyes glazed over. "Midori?" She reached forward, touching Midori's shoulder, but Midori recoiled violently, his blank eyes wide. "Midori?! Hey, listen!" She grabbed Midori by the shoulders, making him look at her. Midori flinched away. "I can help you escape. The people here, other than Shin and Kanna, aren't the friends you remember. Trust me." Midori smiled and offered his hand out to Sara. Sara hesitated but took Midori's hand.

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Gin knocked on Sara's door, nervous for her, since she hadn't been out for a while. She knew the last thing she needed right now was more anxiety. And the last thing Gin needed was for Sara to relapse. So, he volunteered to visit her to cheer her up while Keiji was taking care of everything else. "Hey, Sara?" Gin called into the room. "Can we come in?" No answer. Gin furrowed her brow, knocking a few times on the door harder. Still no answer. She opened the door carefully, hoping to see Sara sitting at her desk or watching anime or something. Instead, Gin was greeted with a sight that she never expected.

Sara was lying on the ground, shivering. "Sara?" Gin cautiously moved closer. She looked down at Sara, concerned. Sara had dark rings under her eyes, and her normally light hair was messy and wet. Gin gently kneeled next to Sara, grabbing one of her arms, helping her sit up against her bedpost. "Sara? Are you alright?" Sara fell onto Gin. Her breathing was heavy, and tears were rolling down her face. Gin put her arm around Sara, pulling her close. "Sara... you need to breathe." Gin rubbed Sara's back, murmuring soothingly to the ginger. "SARA?!?" Sara slumped backwards onto the floor. "Shit..."

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Ḿ̷̖̺͇͍̱̘̩͍̭̪͠Ḯ̷̛̩̤͙͚̖̥͑̋͐̌̐͐́̂͜D̷͇͚̠̠̺̜̠͉͑̐̀̆̀̃͝Ö̶͚̱͚̫́̎̍̀-Shin was sitting on the floor, brushing his hands through Sara's hair as she stared at his eyes. Shin was zoned out, looking in Sara's direction but not at her directly.

His lips were slightly parted, as if he were talking to himself. His eyebrows were scrunched together, as if he was thinking deeply. His teal irises were focused on nothing, as if he wasn't even aware of where he was. It unnerved Sara, but she ignored it. After several minutes, he snapped out of it, blinking rapidly and sighing softly. Slowly, he grabbed Sara's waist and pulled her to his lap, laying his head into her shoulder. His long fingers gently stroked her back, making sure she was calm and at peace. Sara leaned into Shin, burying herself deeper into his chest.

Shin smiled slightly, closing his eyes. "Damn, why are you acting so damn affectionate, Shin?" Sara whispered, feeling stupidly flustered. "Because soon, I'll never be able to feel you touch, Sara." Shin tightened his arms around Sara, bringing her closer to him. "Don't say that, Shin. You're gonna be free again soon, and everything will be fine." Shin chuckled weakly. Sara frowned. "No, Sara.." Shin lifted his head from Sara's shoulder. "I....I...." Shin broke and started to cry, burying his head into Sara's shoulder. "I don't want to disappear....I want to see everyone again....please..."

Sara wrapped both her arms around Shin, her hands resting gently on his shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly. "It won't happen, Shin. It won't." Sara was lying. Soon, she would wake up. She didn't know what would happen to the Kanna, Shin, Midori, Reko, and Alice here, but she knew that they would go somewhere. She didn't know where, but somewhere.

Sara closed her eyes and held Shin closer than ever. "You won't, I'm sure." Soon, everything faded.

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(THERE'S MORE IM JUST STILL MAKING IT-)

#yttd #yttd au #yttd fanfic(?) #yttd your turn to suffer au #✨️✨️TRAUMA✨️✨️

[sleepytortellini]

hello everyone! lena here, and welcome to my little 2022 follow forever!!

i am very new to tumblr- i only joined in july this year. i was initially very nervous to start making and posting my creations, but i found myself so welcomed and happy in a server i joined: @animangacreators! i learned many new tips and how to make gifs thanks to so many people's guidance and help. i'm so grateful to all of my mutuals for their endless support and positivity!

this year irl for me was chaotic. mostly good stuff happened, but of course there were some bumps along the road. i'm excited to start the new year!

to all of you, whether i've known you since the beginning of my tumblr journey or i recently became friends, thank you!! thank you for making me feel so safe, for making me smile and laugh. thank you for helping me and supporting me! i'm so grateful for all of you!

though i do want to write a bit for a few people i met on tumblr this year :)

@gojosattoru ANAAA DARLING!!! you were my first supporter on tumblr! i remember getting an answer to my first ask to you and being so excited, like i was meeting a celebrity! i was so happy and touched by your kindness and positivity. thank you for being such a wonderful person and always talking to me! you're the best big sister figure i could ask for!!

@itadorii-yuuji LISETTE!!! it's been so much fun getting to know you this year, though we weren't able to talk as much due to us being busy with school :c still, i'm so glad to have met you! all of our convos are so much fun and you're such a lovely person, inside and out!! hope school has been treating you well!!

@katsukes IAN <3 screaming with you about haikyuu and hamilton has been AMAZING! your interests are seriously so cool and you're such a wonderful person! talking to you about school and animanga and life in general has been so nice <3 i hope that you have an amazing new year and that college has been great!!

@koshoe JASSS!!! i can't tell you how EXCITED i was when i found out you lived in the same place as me!!! i really hope we get to meet up sometime! talking to you is so relaxing and it makes my day when i talk to you! you're so good at genshin (look at that spiral abyss scara team omg) and ranting about our faves in genshin and animanga is so much fun <333 hope we get to talk more next year too!

@natsutakashi MAMIEE NAMIEEE!!! you've been one of the sweetest people i've met on this hellsite. the aesthetic of your edits and pictures are so so pretty and i admire your talent! not to mention how nice and funny you are :) you always manage to make my day with your tweets! i hope everything goes well next year, you deserve all of it <3 <3

@reddriot ZEBRA <3 we didn't get to talk too much this year after summer break ended! still, i'm so glad that we got to become friends! you're such a positive sweetheart and so kind. talking to you is like talking to an older sister <3 thank you for being such a wholesome human being and i hope we get to talk more next year! and i hope college treats you well, as you deserve!

@tanchirou AKI! you're such a happy presence and so so lovely to talk to! it's been wonderful getting to know you these past few months! i hope that you enjoy the new year! love you!

and to all of my other mutuals: @aanyaforger, @alice-chan-chan, @alphonseelriic, @anyaaforger, @aslaanjade, @baskrvilles, @braunreiner, @bl-astoise, @bxchira, @crimsonrosee, @dabi, @deathberi, @fangrui, @fuyumatsu, @gizaoyas, @hokusu, @inosuks, @keikuns, @kishou, @kkzz, @kyaa-a, @man4jiro, @mcki, @misakarose, @mx-sinisters, @naoamaya, @nanamikeento, @ocarinnas, @okkottsus, @ponchizs, @queenrojpag, @rekiskyan, @sailorscouting, @shnidoarata, @sohmasyuki, @todorokistoya, @tohmura, @touyas, @xiexielians, @upperranktwo, @yooasobi, @ysukes, @yuujies, @zuura

whether i've interacted with you once, or many times, whether i became mutuals with you at the beginning of my journey, or only recently, i'm so grateful to you! you are all such wonderful, sweet people, and i'm so glad to be surrounded with such lovely people. thank you! and i hope you all have a wonderful and safe year!

#sleepytortellini #gifs * #follow forever <3 #i wanted to make a little something as a small thank you to all the people who made my 2022 so wonderful on the platform! #i love you all so much! #and i hope you have a wonderful year because you all deserve it!

[sanhatipal]

~~ Shards of Eden ~~

This is my little cove, and where I post art and dump other things occasionally. Come inside,have a look~

I haven't lasted 2 weeks on any other site since the fall of g+, except maybe twitter but that also drove me nuts and I always took long hiatuses, but have been here constantly since 2018. Which...says quite a bit. I'm a doctor by profession,but here on Tumblr for fandom (pretty obviously) and art

My fandoms:

Pandora Hearts

The case study of Vanitas

Fate series (mainly Fate/Stay Night)

The House in Fata Morgana

Shadows House

Rozen Maiden

Tegami Bachi / Letter Bee

Witch Hat Atelier

xxxholic

Witch's Heart/Majo no Shinzou

07 ghost

D gray man

Some others I'm into but not that crazy about: Touhou, Madoka Magica, Princess Tutu, Tsubasa Reservoir chronicle, Totsokuni no Shoujo (and more but my head is empty). I like seinen, josei and a very specific brand of shonen: aka things enough to mess up my brain. I don't enjoy romance, sexual things(says the Fate fan..HAH. but seriously,I don't.), or mecha unfortunately

I tend to draw Pandora Hearts, VnC and Fate fanart most

I collect figures,so you'll see them here,but since ,as you can see,most of my faves are a bit on the below the radar side,there hardly are any figures... you'll see custom figures here,and orginal character figures because I like those too.

I like a lot of things,but mostly whimsical, folksy aesthetics,forests and plants, and glowy flowers and things like wisp motifs (there's no limit actually).My favourite colours are,as you might have guessed, the multitude of shades of red, deep maroons and browns. I love fantasy,and folk tales and Celtic things in general have been my passion for a long,long time ,though I also love things inspired by Alice in Wonderland .

As far as music goes...I sang soprano at a choir for a larger part of my teenage,and choral music is very close to my heart. My favourite genres of music are Celtic, especially Irish traditional, new age, classical/neo classical, sea shanties,and whatever Yuki Kajiura and Mili have going on.

Now...art! When not doing fanart,I like drawing fantasy illustrations, and one day I'd like to illustrate books but that's a pipe dream. I'm self taught,and use mostly watercolour and ink. I also love sculpting. It started with trying to sculpt figures and while that's still what I do most,I sculpt other things too,and in general it has to be the favourite of my scores of hobbies . I also do bookbinding...and music box strips ...and doll customs...yeah there's no rhyme or reason to what I do and don't actually.

Sometimes I post photos of plants,I like taking photos and smelling wet mud

If you want to hop into my DMs to talk about fandoms or fanart,feel free! I would be very happy! Also I really love getting tagged and asked ,but often don't get around to responding because I'm a mess of procrastination...if that happens please don't mind, I really really appreciate it and it certainly made me happy,and I'll get to it as soon as I can.

If you've made it this far,thank you. It's been quite a long post,and thank you for reading,I appreciate it. Here are my other blogs:

@sanhatis-abyss absolute reblog hell,if you're looking for something I reblogged 2 days ago my condolences,you probably won't find it unless you scroll for hours. Sometimes I shitpost there , sometimes I scream about the latest thing that consumed me, that is ,if I don't accidentally do it here. Truly,an abyss.

@amaryllis-arachne my doll blog. I realise not everyone likes dolls,or photos of disembered plastic body parts,so I don't reblog those onto the abyss blog. Sometimes I put pictures of my own dolls there,and sometimes er...yes parts.

If you want my other links, they're all in the blog description. Except my Anilist, but it's really not worth anything,since I don't review or rate or anything,just use it to keep track. I do roughly-monthly uploads on YouTube of craft tutorials and drawings,but there's not much rhyme or reason to that either... anyways,hope you have a great day,and hope you find anything you like in this mess of a red coloured pit.

#oh also I'm Indian #I forgot to mention and can't figure out where to put it in the post so tags it is #feel free to ask me anything #pinned post

[fivekrystalpetals]

Glen, Children of Misfortune, Juries and the Baskervilles

[When I say Glen, I am referring all Glens- past and present: Levi, Oswald, Gil and Leo. hella lot of lore is here that I wanna write about ;-; so I might divide this into different posts let’s see. Also fair warning: I might criticize Oswald’s actions-past and present- a bit, since I love looking at characters from an unbiased pov. Also, maybe some characters’ past actions in order to point to their character development so that too.]

[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ]

2] Choosing a side

I remember treating Oswald as a victim of circumstances while reading the Past Arc/Jack’s Intention Arc and blaming only Jack and Levi for everything that went down,,, but now that I consider on the whole, I have to confess Oswald was also responsible for a major part in the Tragedy. His sin is… (as the catchphrase of this series goes lol) His sin is his passivity. But before Oswald, I want to talk about his successors, Gil and Leo first.

As the story goes, each one of the Glens have faced a point where they must choose a side.

For Gil, it was between Oz and Oswald, whether he wanted to continue as Oswald’s valet (to return to his past) or as Oz’s valet (to live in the present). In fact, this clash between his two sides of loyalty, one drilled into him (Retrace 38) and the other nurtured in him in a healthy manner, already came to a head in the Sablier Arc (Retrace 40).

In the beginning of the same arc, he tried to kill Alice because she was trying to “kill” his “master” and with great difficulty did he stop himself before he ended up doing something drastic. Break, though, thankfully and perhaps due to the power of his Eye of Misfortune, sees through Gil, spots the overlapping thoughts clouding his judgment and goads him into a fight.

“I am the one who seeks to use Oz Vessalius. I am doing harm to your master. Now then, will you try your hand at killing me as well?”

And… Gil actually almost goes ahead with it! He is so overwhelmed by the thoughts the Jury had fed into his mind that he can’t distinguish between friends and foes; all he could think is he had to “kill his master’s enemies.”, no free will of action in him at all. Break snaps him out of him and…. says something so significant I didn’t even realize at the time:

Is the one you need really Oz Vessalius? (…) Isn’t it time you got over being such a spoiled child?

[The “hand” here is his left hand which signifies Gil’s oath to his old Master, Raven and consequently, his past.]

Isn’t it time you got over being such a spoiled child… (Retrace 87)

Or else, you really will end up hurting what’s precious to you by your own hand. (Retrace 69)

(His left hand. Oswald uses his left hand to cast Lacie into the Abyss. I just…. *screams*)

Like I explained in Part 1, if Gil was continued to be raised in the Baskerville household, when he comes of age and becomes the next Glen, in spite of feeling massively guilty, he’d end up casting Vincent into the Abyss because that’s the rule, because he won’t think for himself if that’s indeed what he wanted, because he'd still be obedient to the previous Glen and Jury even after becoming the most powerful head of the household. That’s just how the Glens are.

However, this changed in Retrace 78, when Gil goes up against Oswald and the Baskervilles for Oz.

Gil quite literally cuts off his left arm to NOT “hurt what’s precious to him by his own hand"—he cuts off his connection to his past and his old master and refuses to side with him anymore. He stops being an obedient valet and stands up for Oz, as a friend, of his own accord because that’s what he really wants. He even freely calls him Oz, something he’d been struggling all along as he’d been raised to address his master as such.

His entire character development stemmed from Oz’s positive influence on him. From the beginning, Oz didn’t want a valet or a servant, but a friend by his side. He wanted Gil to be his equal. He always asked Gil to call him by his name and not address him as Master.

[And, ofc, a special mention to Break who had been continually warning him against his obsessive loyalty and pushing him to think for himself.

(He advises him here in Retrace 40; yes, but also he's been doing that since long ago, even before Oz resurfaced from the Abyss (Retrace 13.)):

Believe whatever you want. Regardless of what people say, I— Let me give you a piece of advice. A loyalty that holds fast will become a blade and will someday pierce those you hold dear.

And, Gil, the edgy rebellious teenager that he was at the time, doesn't understand Break at all lol]

Well, all of this contributes to Gil switching sides to save Oz from getting executed and not blindly following Glen on, or rather, in spite of regaining all his misplaced memories. He decides to cut off his left hand, erase the binding oath and make another, this time, legal contract with Raven—and this is so important—all of his own volition.

That ends his passivity and lack of free will. (And Break, like a proud dad, “has stopped fretting about him.” LOL)

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For Leo, it was this point (Retrace 63):

Yes, chances are that Elliot won’t have believed what Leo said since neither he nor any of the kids at Fianna's house remembers any of the incidents involving Humpty-Dumpty or its contract thanks to its nature of memory deletion/alteration. Still, the fact that Leo didn’t tell him the truth about what had been done to him (Leo feeding him the chain’s blood and unwittingly making him an illegal contractor) or about Isla Yura (Selfishness is a recurring theme in the story; I wanna go into that later but here too—) could be taken as Leo’s “selfishness” to keep his friend alive in spite of him getting fatally injured. Even that aside, it was really his “inaction at the time of crisis” that eventually led Elliot to suffer from an even more painful death.

Yet, he blames the Intention of the Abyss for his actions.

(At this point of the story, Leo is still “an immature brat”; on a side note: remember Break who realized it was his own fault, and not the Intention’s, for forcing her to change the past and bringing a more horrifying fate on the Sinclair family? Yeah, Break is one of the most mature characters in the story and having regretted and learnt from his mistakes, he tries to pass on his experience to the kids so that they won’t repeat his mistakes.)

Before long, Leo does get over being “a spoiled child” and realizes that he had to accept his mistakes and take responsibility before things went from bad to worse. In Retrace 99, he faces the dilemma of choosing a side: stay a bystander and let Oswald go on to his end or stand up and act for what he wants.

And then, for what might be the most selfless reasons of all, Leo decides to not change the past.

Just like Oz-Gil—Leo, who always tried to dig into the world of books because his own real world was unbearable for him, was pulled out of it by Elliot by wanting to be his friend and not his master. Elliot didn’t want an obedient, servile yes-man but a friend who could stand by him yet scold him for his mistakes. “It’s the duty of a valet to correct his master’s actions.”

And so, for Elliot and for the sake of those memories where they met albeit for a short while, those memories being so precious to him that he doesn’t want them to be erased with the alteration of the past, he finally decides to stop being a bystander and confronts Oswald.

[Special shoutout to Break!— because once again it were his last words that helped influence his decision:

…That you’ll never find your future in the past… try as you might to reach back into it!!

Break just keeps tossing around good advice for everyone, even people whom he was not even addressing. Those words were meant for Vince, not Leo; yet Leo too benefits from them agfhsjhahaha]

I know Levi calls his reason “selfish” as well (considering he chooses this for fulfilling a personal desire) but to me, it’s not so. Had he stayed quiet and “passive”, and let Oswald change the past for his split second of thought process—"If I were not Glen, Elliot won’t have to die"—that'd be pretty selfish of him.

And, with that, Leo chooses a side he wants to fight for, no matter how painful his choice is and ends his “passivity”.

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On the other hand, in Break's and Rufus Barma's words, Oswald never stopped being "a spoiled child" and over and over, keeps "hurting what's precious to him by his own hand". Even after his return to the world in Leo's body, his immediate decision is to kill Lacie to "set things right." Again.

Plus, Oswald did not have such a friend who cared about him unconditionally and wanted to be on equal footing.

Or, well, he did but he cast her into the Abyss and that’s where everything started to go wrong for him.... 

[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ]

#pandora hearts #gilbert nightray #leo baskerville #oz vessalius #elliot nightray #xerxes break #kevin legnard #oswald baskerville #lacie baskerville #retrace xiii #retrace xl #retrace lxiii #retrace lxix #retrace lxxviii #retrace lxxxvii #retrace xcix #may-reads-ph #ph analysis #part ii

[crymeariveronceagain]

fintan pyren aesthetic because insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting the different results

Go on then, Icarus! Take your turn! You always fly right up until it burns! Your wings you never could change, Always the victim, Into the flames again!

Go on then, Icarus! Take your turn! You'll never go through them.

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

“Be bad, but at least don't be a liar, a deceiver!”

With every battle we lose a little more, Remember everything that we'd die for-- You are everything that I'd die for!

“If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”

When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me

Holy water cannot help you now! See, I've come to burn your kingdom down! And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out. I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out.

We've given the world, but we're the sacrifice The keys to the kingdom locked from our freedom

“First sign of madness, talking to your own head.”

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

ICARUS, by Starset // Friedrich Nietzsche // Edgar Allen Poe // Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy // Go To War, by Nothing More // Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll // Arsonist's Lullaby, by Hozier // Seven Devils, by Florence and the Machine // Slaves To The System, by Veer Union // Harry Potter and The Order Of The Pheonix, by J. K. Rowling // Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost //

#kotlc #kotlc fintan #fintan pyren #dark aesthetic #fintan #kotlc aesthetic #kotlc aesthetics #fintan pyren aesthetic #kotlc neverseen #neverseen aesthetic #tw fire #arson <3 #arson #fire fire everywhere and not a drop to drink #also angst #fire easthetic #grunge aesthetic #grungecore #firecore #arsoncore #why are those last two tags #i'd like to know

[warlock-enthusiast]

"We can't do this on our own."

Prompt number: 18 Fanfiction Fandom: Dungeons&Dragons, Out of the Abyss campaign Rating: M Characters: The gang, but mostly Cherla and Amaro and some drama Warnings: blood, slight gore

House Mizzrym had finally caught up.

Skilled assassins and clerics of Lloth that swore to take them back to the slave pens. Not that they’d go willingly. The days and weeks spent behind iron bars and only being let out to clean and cook and serve were enough for a lifetime. Cherla believed that all of them would rather die. With Blidgenstone close, they could almost taste freedom. A bright, blue sky and flowers.

Even she missed the sun and the fresh air and being able to enjoy the warmth on her skin. 

Instead the Drow had them cornered and backed up to an edge with a steep decline. The ground beneath them seemed at least 30 feet away. A deadly fall. Cherla was running out of spells, trying to use her crossbow instead. Alice didn’t fare better and her weird eye was glowing. Sali and Rain stood in front of them, raining fists and sunlight, while Amaro protected the two women in the back. 

One of them broke through, driving his scimitar up Amaro’s belly and chest. Cherla watched as he stumbled and fell. Featherfall might have saved him from broken bones, but she called her wings to follow him into the darkness. Ethereal and more spectral than anything, they granted some light in the darkness of the Underdark. 

Amaro was bleeding out. Blood pooled between her fingers and she couldn’t see Sali in this darkness. She’d be able to heal him, call him back from the brink of death. All color left his face and red tinged his lips. 

“No, no, no…,” she mumbled. Her quiet prayers to the Ravenqueen were not answered. 

Somewhere above them, Rain screamed. "We can't do this on our own."

They couldn’t. They needed help. A miracle.

“Don’t you die.” Amaro could not answer and she felt him grow cold beneath her fingertips. She closed her eyes and prayed and prayed. Her wings covered both him and her as she desperately pushed her hands against the wound. 

It started in her chest. 

Cold.

Darkness. 

A blessing from another realm. 

Magic pulsed through her veins and made her skin and eyes glow. A burst of strange brightness erupted from her fingers. It reminded her of twilight, all moon and stars and darkness, and Amaro’s wounds started to close. His broken skin and organs knitted back together as she felt the presence of her Goddess. Dark veins ran along her neck and jaw and crawled up to her eyes. 

“You’ll be alright.” Cherla grabbed his hand and he squeezed it. Still weak and still close to death, but she saw his usual, loop-sided smile waiting on his mouth. She pressed a bloodied finger against his lips to stop him from making a stupid joke.

Above them sudden chaos reigned. 

The ground rumbled and stone came loose. Some kind of beast appeared amidst the Drow, quickly changing the flow of the battle. Another featherfall and Rain, Sali and Alice jumped to their side. All of them seemed exhausted and wounded and Cherla could not find an explanation on what had happened here.  

Maybe she did not have to.

#fictober23 #headcanons #cherla darkcrest #amaro #out of the abyss

[anin13]

Shumori chapter 6

TW: Diabolik Lovers, escapism, denial, STAB WHO, self destructive tendencies

It's a long way down... do you want to jump?

He was afraid but as if some other force controlled him, he jumped head first into a mass of darkness. The abyss spinned Laito around; soon he saw Ayato in the same situation.

He widened his eyes, unable to scream, as their gaze met. Ayato looked confused but not much else, like he was on autopilot.

The abyss threw his brother farther away from him until the dark swallowed him out of sight. Laito lost consciousness.

Why did you ask if you were going to do it anyway?

As his vision and a floor beneath him deigned themselves to come back to him, he heard some random yelling.

Then, reality had not been completely obliterated, had it?

-Why did you ask if you were going to do it anyway?

Kanato asked rhetorically in search of Teddy, which Ayato had "borrowed" after Kanato said Teddy was not to be borrowed.

As he opened his eyes and sat up, Laito felt disoriented, in contrast with his brothers, who seemed not to question this completely illogical interior design situation at all.

The three of them sat on the floor in a room that mixed the garden they used to play in as kids and their old shared bedroom in the castle of the demon world.

One of the very few things Laito could feel some degree of nostalgia about was the evenings reading and snacking there with Kanato and Ayato. Jumping on the furniture just because it was fun. The floor is lava, the absurd drawings they'd make and all that.

If he'd known what was to come for all of them... then what? Have you ever done anything worth the blood you drink?

Laito covered his ears despite that voice not coming from the outside and concentrated on the objects directly in front of him.

The floor was soft grass, and that was impossible; they were indoors. This must be a dream; was it that dream? The shelves on the walls looked like those antique ones in the castle, but they had random stuff like presents, a waffle maker, Ayato's old plush rabbit, and some other things vampire kids liked when they were that age.

As Laito was taking in the scenery and Ayato and Kanato argued about Teddy's whereabouts, a door that appeared out of nowhere opened and a dark figure entered from a room that was all blinding white.

Shu had just left an arid, white empty room to come to the triplets's chaotic nursery mixed with a garden, it seemed.

They were grown, but mostly acting as children, as usual. No surprise there. Laito was out of it though. Instead of making disturbing remarks, laughing at something or analyzing whoever was in front of him, he seemed depressed and looked at Shu with somewhat pleading eyes, but said nothing.

He decided to ignore, pointed out Teddy's location so Kanato quit yelling and left the room through a downward rainbow staircase that didn't match the rest of the room.

Outside, he found himself in what seemed like a forest similar to where he used to sneak out to as a child. He'd never forget his secret tunnel, but why was it here? ..!

Would he be there at their usual spot?

Hopeful, he hiked the small hill, which seemed to keep getting bigger; until he started suspecting he might be shrinking like Alice in Wonderland or something like it.

By the time he'd reached the tree where something illegible was carved, he felt like he was half his real size. And he wasn't wrong; judging by how he was below eye level with a child with long, messy hair that was sitting on a stump eating an apple. He was in his childhood body.

-Yo! You came. -Edgar said- Do you wanna see our eggplant's new fruits? They really look like eggs that grow on plants!

Shu was relieved and sad at the same time this was Edgar; in a way, he didn't know what to say to Yuma and he missed Edgar. At the same time, this wasn't real and he knew it.

Edgar, or young Yuma, whoever it was, was obviously unaware this was a dream, or who both of them were in real life these days. Shu hadn't realized how much he'd needed a break from that.

He was glad to follow his friend, it didn't really matter where they were going. He even felt curiosity and motivation, for a change. He had never wondered why eggplants were called that; he didn't need to eat, after all.

-We can take a shortcut through the vampire mansion courtyard; -Edgar said pointing to a direction- it can be a bit dangerous, but since we're together maybe it'll be okay!

-Aren't you a vampire, too? -Shu asked

Edgar looked confused.

-Never mind, everything is going to be okay.

Shu took Edgar's hand in his own. He had no idea how this could play out but wasn't willing to let him come near other vampires unprotected.

As they reached the vampire courtyard, he saw Laito was feeling better and was having a picnic in a nice spot near the fountain, not noticing him.

Was he aware this was a dream?

Laito, Ayato, Kanato, Subaru and Reiji were huddled in a picnic mat, snacking takoyaki and looking at something. Shu wouldn't let go of Edgar's hand in case they felt hungry for more than food and decided this child... but Edgar was gone, and Shu was in his adult body again. And his brothers suddenly noticed he was there.

-Shu! Come here, we're looking at our pictures! -Laito waved cheerfully. He was definitely feeling better. This smelled like a prank, but he approached.

-We are currently messing with our littlest brother, isn't he the cutest fairytale princess? -Laito pointed at a polaroid picture in an album he was holding- Look, he's Snow White!

Shu looked at the picture. It really was a fairytale kind of scene, but with a grumpy punk kid instead of a princess. He voted along with the others in the poll underneath it.

-You see? Only you don't think you're Snow White, Subaru! -Laito giggled- You need to accept yourself!

-Shut up. -Subaru grunted and pouted at Shu for not helping him out- What kind of creep hides in the bushes and waits for a "perfect" moment, anyway?

-Professional photographers do all sorts of crazy things to get the best shot! -Laito put a hand on his chest, inspired- I am only perfecting my art!

-Your art, my ass!

Shu laughed. This was rather amusing. It was an almost normal conversational banter!

-Why does your art have to be about making fun of me and Teddy instead of your perverted things? -Kanato said, nearly sobbing as he flipped the page- look, you took the picture just as the ice cream was overflowing!

-Don't be sad, Kanato! -Laito said, stroking Kanato's back in what he thought was a reassuring gesture, which Kanato slapped away swinging Teddy like a morning star.

-I am getting brain freeze and a toothache in this picture too! -Laito pointed out- Sometimes you have to make fun of yourself and others in otherwise bleak, harrowing circumstances! You should join in the fun! These moments are precious; they show our real, unmasked, raw selves!

-Yeah, Kanato! -Ayato chimed in, spitting some of the takoyaki he still had in the mouth- look, the great me is still much cooler than Laito, even if we are in the same ridiculous picture!

-But I'm not as cringy as him! -Kanato protested, red in the face, not fully reassured

-Hey! -Laito pouted but didn't lose his good mood

A sigh was heard and everyone turned to the source,

-I think you are all equally ridiculous, each of you in their own, special, unique way. -Shu declared.

Everyone laughed, even Reiji.

This surprised Shu. It seemed like the brothers who didn't know this was a dream weren't completely aware of their current situation in the real world.

Laito absolutely knew this was a dream too, as he was shocked that Reiji had laughed at Shu's joke, too.

Was this a good chance to spend time with Reiji again, even if it wasn't real? Real un-life was exhausting and a drag, this wasn't bad at all.

He sat down with his brothers to keep looking at what the photo album Laito had allegedly poured his heart (?) and soul (?) into.

-The great me looks great in this greatest picture!! -Ayato claimed, puffing his chest.

-Aww Reiji, that poltergeist should have never been exorcised! -Laito said- it came with free women's lingerie!

-Laito, I wasn't going to allow that degree of vulgarity in our respectable home!

-In which you make poisons and worse things, there is a torture chamber, a dungeon and a closet full of-

-Torture tools, mind control assets, dubious experiments, profanity and vulgarity all have a time and place, which is not out living room!

Their cheerful oblivion was interrupted by a movement in the bushes which turned into three of the Mukami brothers. Yuma wasn't with them.

Their leader, which definitely was the guy who cast a spell last dream and had cowered in history class, spoke:

-Sakamaki family. Our brother is missing and you are the only suspects, as he doesn't just get lost. Hand him over, in exchange for your precious Eve.

Subaru stood up, ready for action,

-So that's where she is! Give her back!

Reiji put a hand in front of him to stop him,

-Subaru, calm down. Hear out first. -Reiji turned to Ruki- We do not have your oaf, what would possess us to kidnap your hitman?

-Ugh -Kou growled as his patience evaporated in a hot puff- Ruki, just tell them! If they don't give him back, we're going to drain the masokitty dry!

Subaru lunged forward, knocking over Laito face down, his album and some of the pictures to beat up Kou, only to be restrained by Reiji and Shu,

-We didn't even know Yui Komori was missing. We have no idea where your brother is, you can search all over us. -Shu rolled his eyes as another attempt to punch Kou was made by Subaru- We have no reason to hold him hostage, it's too much work.

-Ruki... I can't sense Yuma anywhere here either... they are telling the truth... -Azusa almost whispered- let's not kill Eve today, okay?

Ruki sighed, closed his eyes and nodded, a bit resigned. He told Reiji Yui was not actually being held captive, they had no idea where she was either. Reiji raised an eyebrow.

He started picking up the album and pictures, as Laito was sulking about his picnic being ruined. Reiji told Subaru how unlike his actual status simply throwing punches was like, as he picked up the last picture that had fallen out.

Before he handed it back to Laito, he flipped it over to see it and paled.

-Shu, isn't this... -he stammered and flipped the picture over for Shu to see, hand trembling.

A carbonized figure, made of shadows and nearly unrecognizable in a fire, but it definitely was-

Shu was abruptly back at the blindingly white, arid place he'd started this dream in. He was sweating cold and couldn't calm down.

There was a German shepherd puppy in the room with him. Edgar's pup he couldn't keep. This was kind of absurd.

Shu tried the door he'd used last time to get out of here.

Locked.

-There is no way out, right? -the small dog said

Shu sat down, trying to collect himself.

He tried to wake up; this was all a dream!

He couldn't. He was trapped.

Was he, a vampire over 300 years old, who could fly under a full moon seriously trapped in a dream???

He tried to find another exit. He walked and walked, apparated and disapparated, but the white room seemed to take him back to the same place he started in.

He stared at a black chandelier that made lots of static noise despite being lit by black flames instead of electricity. He hated it.

He looked at the dog again, as if it would give him a clue.

-Or is there a way out? -the pup said

Shu tried to concentrate. Closed his eyes. Tried to breathe.

There was one way out left he hadn't tried out thought of.

He always had a pocket knife on him for paranoia reasons.

Even if it wasn't silver, he had to try.

Would he really..? It would be over with just a deep, swift cut in the throat, right?

Shu succeeded. He woke up.

What a hideous turn of events! Where was Laito? Was he awake? And Reiji! He'd seen it too, right? Would he remember? He realized he didn't know how to approach Reiji.

Laito was not in the house. But that meant he was awake, not trapped in a strange dream. Even if Laito didn't have a hostile disposition toward him, he realized he somehow couldn't approach him either. NO. Absolutely not.

There was something that intrigued him. That picture book he had, was it real? He'd never paid attention to it but if he searched his memory, Laito kept taking pictures all the time, of all the brothers.

Had he assumed and dismissed his interest in photography as just another antic? Maybe the album thing had been just a dream and he only photographed women against their will or whatever, best to forget about it.

He couldn't drop it. He knew it was technically wrong, but since Laito wasn't here, he'd have a look. He went into Laito's room. The album was indeed there. Apparently it was real. He opened it, prepared to find some bad taste things.

Somehow this felt sadder than if he'd just found pr0n. He had assumed a lot of things, maybe not just about Laito, but about all of his brothers.

Everyone in his family had a facade they'd developed due to the horrible situations they grew up in. He knew this to be true about Laito, but confirming he wasn't just... what if he got to know them? It didn't have to be in the real world, did it?

Had they thought something similar about him? Reiji definitely did.

There was a knock on the door. Three presences had arrived.

What a drag, was Yuma missing in reality too?

Reiji was in the dungeon, he wouldn't hear the knock; it was up to him since Subaru was in his coffin and the triplets were gone. Was he going to answer the door or let them wait until they got tired and left?

Did he want to find out anything at all? Of his past, of Yuma/Edgar, his brothers, anything at all or was it just safer to stay within himself, doing no harm to anybody?

The knocking was terribly persistent.

Open the door for the Mukami brothers?

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fanart #diabolik lovers fanfiction #shumori #omoriau #shu sakamaki #yuma mukami #laito sakamaki

[camelliagwerm]

9 Ship Songs

I was tagged by @dragonologist-phd - thank you! I’ve split this between Leonelle/Nyrissa and Valerius/Camellia.

I never know who to tag in these sort of things anymore, so consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do it.

LEONELLE/NYRISSA - ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT (Full Playlist)

Gone Girl - Zolita

Breath on my neck and your nails in my veins Don’t know how you do it I try to fight but I’m still in your chains

De Diepte - S10 (note: this song is in Dutch, so I’ve put in the rough English translation)

Here in the abyss I keep hearing your name Ooh-aah Oh, my love, what am I supposed to do now? I'm deep and I don't want to let you go

Love and War -

Lover, hunter, friend and enemy You will always be every one of these Nothing's fair in love and war

NERVOUS - Fae

Now your blood stains the points of my crown My demons don't mean shit to me now Told those voices that I won't back down

VALERIUS/CAMELLIA - A PULSING WOUND OF NEED (Full Playlist)

Jezebel - the Rasmus

If you're the hunter then I'm the prey You lick your lips as you walk away Your final kiss is to leave a scar On a heart

Zombie - Natalia Kills (peak Lich mythic path era vibes)

And I know that he like me 'Cause he chasing me nightly And I want him to bite me 'Cause I know I'm gonna like it, like it, like it, like it

Judas - Lady Gaga

I couldn't love a man so purely Even prophets forgave his goofy way I've learned love is like a brick, you can Build a house or sink a dead body

JEKYLL & HIDE - Bishop Briggs

Sweet and then you're sour, changes by the hour Never know which one I'll taste Hot and then you're freezing, different every evening Baby, you drive me insane

Poison - Alice Cooper

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins) I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in) I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison

#pair: leonelle x nyrissa #pair: valerius x camellia #all of the valmellia ones are PEAK 'esh. you're both enabling each other's mental illnesses. you're perfect for each other. #never involve anyone else in whatever you've got going on.'

[aftmostreaper]

Come Back

“You promise that you'll be back in my arms?” “With all of my heart”

I still remember your embrace, not knowing that it would be the last time I would feel your warmth. We both knew the risk of you going out to fight for your empire, but you still went through it.

But the feeling of heartbreak... The gut-wrenching feeling of your princess, knocking on the castle door in the dead of night, her head held down as we both stared at your broken helmet in her hands, this has to be a joke, I remember pleading to whatever deity I used to believe, but alas, her shaky voice confirmed.

-Aamon's POV-

I could still feel the anxiousness as the months and war went on. Your letters slowly become less and less, their tone slowly losing hope. 

 “Duke Paxley, Commander  L/n has passed, his body was nowhere to be found”

Still fresh in my mind.

I still recall, without a single thought screaming out how wrong she was, how both of you promised that you'll be back, and how stupid and incompetent she was to the point that she couldn’t even find your body. Everything hurt that night.

Everything still does, I miss you. There is not a single day that I do not think about you, there is not a night that I do not wish that you were with me, that you were in my arms and I was in yours.

We both knew the risks… But why did you have to lie?

‘’

The white-haired duke started at the painting in front of him, his blue eyes stained red and puffy against the pale moonlight, tracing the features of the man in the painting, a damaged helmet on his lap as bottles upon bottles of liquor scattered upon the tiled floor, His sobs filling out the otherwise silent mausoleum, 

“Come back to me…Please”

—---------------------------------------------------

The moonlight was soft on my corrupted flesh, it felt like the fleeting touches of something I longed for. It brought comfort and safety into my restless mind; beckoning my tired body to lay down and let rest consume me. But alas, I couldn't.

The forest was peaceful. But it was close to an entrance to the abyss, and I couldn't risk getting caught by Alice again, so, I ran towards the light in the distance, the soft blue glow from afar giving me hope for an escape. 

#male reader #x male reader #mlbb x reader #mlbb x male reader #mlbb aamon #fanfic #fanfiction #gay fanfiction

[anchovies-4-dinner]

General Headcanons of GI Yanderes

A/N: Just a bit of fun

Slips right under your nose, you wouldn't know until it's too late:

Albedo, Diluc, Al Haitham, Ayato, Tighnari, Kaeya, Heizou, Zhongli, Ningguang, Kokomi, Lisa, Rosaria, Yae Miko, Yelan

Has doubts, thinks they're being honourable and doing the right thing (they have a one way ticket to hell):

Diluc, Cyno, Kazuha, Xiao, Candace, Jean, Sara, Ei, Chongyun

Has doubts but forgets about them in like 0.3 seconds:

Wanderer, Razor, Zhongli, Hu Tao, Mona, Xiangling, Yelan, Xingqui, Childe

Forces you to understand and support their ideals. You basically become as jaded and isolated as them. Misery loves company:

Dainsleif, Abyss Twin, Shogun, Scaramouche

Possessive (may or may not lash out):

Gorou, Tighnari, Shenhe, Razor, Lumine, Beidou, Ningguang, Dehya, Keqing, Sara, Lisa, Ayato, Zhongli, Shogun, Ei, Yae Miko, Scaramouche, Wanderer, Eula, Childe

100% delusion / dense. You could spit in their face and they'd think you're watergunning a fly:

ITTO

60% delusional, 100% willing to punish you for their delusions, 0% remorseful unless you die:

Cyno, Eula, Faruzan, Fischl, Shogun

Fucks up their plans so atrociously you stay out of pity. They're probably embarrassed as well:

Bennett ☕️

Eligible for the mental asylum:

Literally the majority of the fatui, ALICE, Rhindottir

All bark and no bite. They'll probably scream and kick but that's the extent they'll go:

Kunikuzushi, Nilou, Barbara, Layla, Yoimiya, Sucrose

Same as before but will take action if pushed:

Bennett, Thoma, Venti, Aether, Amber, Ayaka, Candace, Ganyu, Jean, Shinobu, Mona, Noelle, Xiangling, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yun Jin

#yandere #yandere genshin

[humanpurposes]

🍎🍋🍍🍇🍊🍑🫐

oh HIIII (jfc why did you pick so many??)

fruity ask game if you wanna send an ask 🤠

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

Underage characters/actors, pure fluff, rpf, a/b/o dynamics, and there are a few kinks I don't wanna go near (don't wanna type it out lmao but it involves a specific bodily fluid). Outside of that I'm kinda down for anything.

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

No point in being shy I guess... to write? Obsessive/possessive vibes, hate sex, enemies to lovers, praising/degrading, anything emotionally charged, and tend to I focus on hands a lot. Also breeding and spit kinks.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Modern AUs own my soul!! It's so cool to see how writers adapt into the modern setting. I also really love @valeskafics's film and TV AUs they're so fun to read, especially Scream for Me. ALSO I'm obsessed with cottagecore!Aemond thanks to @babygirlyofthevale's Simple Pleasures.

I don't really have beef with them but soulmate AUs irk me idk why, they just don't make sense to me.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Not really? I don't like being too repetitive in my writing because then I'm like well what's the point?

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

I keep saying I want to writing something for Daemon and Aegon, just haven't gotten round to it. And I've thought about writing for Tom Bennett but I can't think of anything interesting enough. But I do really wanna write something with Alicent x Rhaenyra! There's a criminal lack of wlw fics on my masterlist I need to fix that.

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

I love a good reference ngl. There's this one quote from Wuthering Heights I love: "I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always-take any form- drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss where I can not find you!" Like that's so Aemond obsessing over Lucerra's 'death' in Karma is a God.

If we're talking crossovers, I feel like Aemond, Loki and Dream would be the ultimately sad boi trio. I can see them hanging out, complaining about their siblings, listening to Lana Del Rey and roasting met gala looks. (Aemond and Loki showing off their knife skills and Dream's just like "but sand.")

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

I want more dark!Aemond fics, like let this guy be mean I love him. And more Rhaenyra x Alicent fics. And more Otto thirst.

#inbox #moots #ask games

[emily-the-fae]

A Shard of the Sun

Henry Creel/OC

I have been happily watching Stranger Things, not having to hyperfixate on any of the characters for three seasons straight, no big fanfic ideas. No broad hcs. Then season four came...

self-explanatory. of course it's the bad guy.

This piece of text has been written in a 24-hour frenzy I have dived in after finishing the final episode and found myself at 3AM of next day with this in the notes of my phone

needless to say i'm a lover of a pretty human story

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Henry Creel x OC

Rated: M

Warnings: spoilers to season 4, angst (come on, it's Henry), but also sort of fluff, mentions of abuse/torture/injury/death, suggestive content

Eleven accidentally drops into Henry's memories and sees something he keeps tucked away in the furthest corner. A shard of sun hidden in the depth of his memory.

It's life or death. Eleven is panicked and out of breath and Vecna is right in front of her. She's been running all round his little ruin temple, but at this point escape options were down to zero. Vecna reaches out a clawed hand and Eleven panics, lost for what to do. Her body reacts subconsciously with no regard to whether it was effective protection or not: Eleven grabs his wrist desperately in an attempt to push him away and win some escape space. She grabbed him. She probably shouldn't have. It felt like something inside the entire space snapped. Vecna froze. Eleven stared at her palm holding onto his thick red wrist, tattooed numbers 001 faded but still visible. She wanted to let go. She had lost control of her fingers. Eleven lurched backwards in panic, screaming, and her palm suddenly unclasped. She fely herself trip over, falling backwards on inertia. Eleven stretched out her arms trying desperately to grab onto something, to prevent the fall, but she couldn't. The world suddenly disappeared. She was falling into a black abyss, surrounded only by darkness and emptyness. Even Vecna was gone. Eleven was flying down and backwards, screaming for her life. 

***

Suddenly the world reappeared around her like she had not just a second ago been flying like Alice through the rabbit hole. There was a flash of light and suddenly Eleven was in a cold-lit white corridor, landing on the tile floor painfully with her bottom. The girl yelped on impact, disoriented. It took her a few moments to get a grasp of her surroundings and stop her head from spinning. Eleven then stood up cautiously. Where was she? The place would have looked like a hospital if the corridors weren't so empty. It looks familiar. It's the lab, isn't it? Is it another one of Vecna's mind tricks? Or is it a memory? But if so, whose? Her own or...?

Eleven could hear rapid clicking of heels nearing from behind a turn. Someone was coming. The girl looked around frantically, searching for a place to hide, realizing once again the space was oddly empty apart from a few locked doors in the other end of the corridor. The steps sounded closer now. Eleven looked in the direction they were coming from right in time to see a young woman come around the corner. Nothing threatening: white lab coat over a formal white shirt and a grey pencil skirt, hair tied in a bun and a folder with some papers in her hands. Eleven looked her over in confusion: the woman appeared surprisingly normal and somewhat remotely familiar. If this was Eleven's memory, she had no idea what this particular episode could be about. The girl stepped away cautiously: the woman's gaze met Eleven' face...

And slid past it without exposing any interest. Eleven, who was ready to run or fight, froze in frustration. Definitely not illusion. A memory.

The woman was a few steps away now, Eleven could see her face clearly: she was about twenty five and seemed very nervous. "I've definitely seen her before," - Eleven thought to herself. Maybe it's her own memory afterall. The woman walked past her and Eleven turned to follow, jumping slightly on her way, trying to peek into the papers in the folder. On top of the pages a small card read: "Katherine Brandt". 

They called her Dr Brandt. Eleven remembered her suddenly and vividly. It was that friendly woman from the medical room, who always smiled and gave them treats when no one would notice. For a moment Eleven forgot how to walk. Why was she seeing her now?

The woman had walked some distance away and Eleven had to chase after her to catch up. Running felt strange, perhaps because she couldn't feel any wind. The woman reached the end of the corridor, took a turn right and almost immediately there was gasp and a soft thud.

Eleven saw the papers scatter on the floor. She turned around the corner hastily, expecting to see the woman get attacked by something, ready to...

 - I'm so sorry! I didn't expect...

The woman was crouching on the floor, gathering the papers in a hurry. There was a man on his knees next to her, dressed in all white, his blond hair falling into his face - he was helping her pick up the contents of the folder. They had apparently bumped into each other.

 - It's nothing,  - the voice was definitely familiar. 

Eleven looked them over in surprise, unsure what to expect.

The pair stood up, brushing off. 

Eleven was finally able to see the man's face and realized with a start - it was One. So it's not her own memories after all. They are his. But why this one?

 - I umm... - the woman started nervously. - I was looking for uh.. - she took a glimpse at her files. - Dr Brenner?

 - He is working with the children. Why do you need him? - his voice was somewhat more tense than previously. 

 - I think I'm supposed to confirm my arrival with him or something like that... I uh.. I'm a resident... Intern. Hard to explain. 

 - Didn't know they took more nurses, - the man mumbled. Eleven looked closely into his face, trying to figure out a hidden meaning of a frankly ordinary scene before her  - piercing blue eyes, probably in his early thirties, maybe younger: he looked just as she remembered him and uncannily normal.

 - I'm not a nurse!

 - Of course. My bad, - he seemed amused, or maybe just irritated. - Follow me.

Eleven felt strange, as if her vision was going blurry and lights were circling around her head. She tried to follow the woman again, ran after her, but as she turned the corner, the room suddenly changed. She realized the memory was switching to a different one and she had no control over its turn.

***

The room is windowless and dimly lit. It seems like a common room for employees. Eleven realizes judging by the interior that she is still in the Hawkins lab. The same woman is sitting at a table now writing something, her attire is changed: the lab coat is hanging on the back of her chair and her skirt is dark blue. 

The door opens with a small creak and someone enters: Eleven turns around and makes a step back, seeing One shut the door behind himself. The palm of his hand is bleeding. The woman raises her head briefly to acknowledge the entry of another person, but she too, apparently notices the blood. 

 - Evening... Oh, are you alright? - she stands up from her seat swiftly.

 - It's nothing, - same phrase as before, he brushes her off.

 - Please, let me help, - the woman walks up to him, although he tries to wave dismissively. - Oh, it's you, - she says, when she sees his face. Pause. They are looking at each other for a moment, the man recognizing her too. - What happened? 

 - Just children messing around, - he turns away, reaching out for the first aid kit.

 - Let me help you clean it, please.

 - It's nothing.

 - There's too much blood for a nothing, - she touches his shoulder carefully and he flinches away, startling her.

One stares at his palm for a moment. Then at her. He huffs and hands over the first aid kit. Eleven watches them, tired of attempting to understand what is the meaning of all this.

 - I'm Kate, by the way, - she smiles, turning away to focus on the first aid kit.

 - Peter, - he responds after a short pause. He reaches out to tug his left sleeve down lower, while she is distracted.

Eleven watches his hands and it's just a second, but she still catches a glimpse of it. He is hiding the tattoo on his wrist. 

The woman - Kate - turns back to him and asks to let her look at his palm, she doesn't notice the look of strange curiosity on his face. The world is already starting to go blurry as the previous time and Eleven realizes with a jolt, perhaps too late - she had somehow dropped into the back of One's mind, a series of memories tucked away for some reason. Moving around through the blur she realized something else: the room, the light, the air around her - everything was ever so slowly turning warmer.

Eleven felt her head spinning, she turned to the door, grabbed the handle and pushed.

***

The cafeteria was half-empty, but it seemed to be lunch time. Eleven looked around, searching for a glimpse One's blond hair - he was sitting at a round table alone, seemingly deeply preoccupied with studying the contents of his plate. A strand of hair has fallen in front of his eyes. Eleven walked closer, studying him carefully. Why am I seeing these memories? What is the...?

 - Hey, Peter. Haven't seen you today, - he flinches slightly. Eleven jumps on spot too. She hadn't seen her coming. Kate is walking up to his table, tray in hands, and sits herself across from him.

 - Hi, - he responds, unsure.

 - You seem off, - she remarks. Eleven hears a quiet noise, coming not quite from the scene in front, but from inside her head - a crackle of electricity and an echo of a scream. It takes her a moment to realize the sound is from One's thoughts.

 - I'm alright. Just a headache, - he spits out a lie and sounds rather hostile. - Are you going to sit here? 

 - Yes. Why? Do you mind? - she was about to start on her food, then raised her eyes to his face expectantly.

- Not good for your reputation. Others here are rather... displeased by my company so...

 - So they are full of shit, - she stated, turning back to her food and picking up a fork. One stared at her for a moment, stunned.

 - I guess... - he mumbled, not knowing what to say.

Kate snorted.

It made the corners of his lips rise - only a little bit, but it was still noticeable.

 - And do tell me when you get headaches. I have, like, unlimited access to painkillers here, I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to give them out to employees too, - she blurted, not looking up at him. Paused, then added: - Hate to see you so gloomy.

Eleven watched One stare at Kate as the room started to go blurry. For a moment it seemed to her that soft light started emanating from the woman. Eleven closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, frustrated, and when she opened them, the scene changed again.

***

It looks like a hospital room. There is a boy of about fourteen sleeping on the bed, a monitor beeping monotonously next to him.

Kate is rushing about the room, mumbling something incoherently. There is a knock on the door, she doesn't answer and the door still opens after a couple of seconds. She turns abruptly to face the intruder.

 - I have to check on four's condition, - One slides in quietly and shuts the door behind himself. He watches her move about with curiosity, identifying some new emotion to her character.

 - Here, take this sheet to Dr Brenner, I just made a fresh check up a few minutes ago. Don't bother him now, let him rest. 

She doesn't turn to him, handing out the paper. She is visibly distraught.

 - Something wrong? - he asks, out of curiosity.

 - Nothing, - she states.

A few moments pass. He is about to leave, when she suddenly continues:

 - Those marks are from a shocker, - her voice is almost shaky with anger.

 - They are, - One responds quietly after some hesitation.

 - They can't be using it! He's a child! It's...

 - They use it on everyone, it's a method of disciplining, - he mumbled, forcing his voice to sound calm.

She turned to him abruptly.

 - It's discipline for wild lions in a circus. I thought they were trained to control their abilities here, not...!

 - Dr Brenner believes it an effective method to stop them from using their power for bad or misbehaving in the facility, - he barely brought himself to say it, his voice sounded fake and he seemed angry at himself for pronouncing it. Maybe he just wanted to see how she would react. 

 - That's not going to stop them from misbehaving! They are just going to hate him and this place and try to sneak... They are supposed to be assisted here! It's wrong! - she was getting worked up and emotional. One watched her as she spoke - just for a second an expression ran over his eyes - barely noticable, but still there, it looked oddly like admiration.

 - It's Dr Brenner's methods, - he sighed deeply, letting his own disapproval show if only a little.

 - It's cruel! This cannot be allowed, it's just.. wrong! You can't treat children like this! You can't treat anyone like this! 

One stared at her for too long. Then dropped his head, looking at the floor.

Brenner can.

And no one tells him he shouldn't be?

 - He doesn't take advice on what he should or shouldn't do. It's his project.

 - What do you mean? ... Peter!

He was about to turn away, then looked back at her abruptly.

 - We shouldn't be talking about this. You are right. But we shouldn't. Not unless you want problems, - he uttered quickly and quietly. Kate looked like she had swallowed a glass of water that was about to become ice.

 - Peter... - he shook his head, threw an apologetic look at her and turned on his heels. Kate closed her eyes. The door shut.

The room started to buzz and go blurry. Eleven watched Kate closely. She realized she was right the previous time - when everything started blurring there was a faint glow around her, like rays around clouds on a sunny day. And the room was ever so slowly growing warmer. There were voices behind Eleven. She turned around.

***

 It is the same room, but the date had apparently changed. The bed is empty, the lights are slightly more dim. Kate had dragged One into the room by his arm and closed the door behind them. He seems to be limping, slightly shaky on his legs, whilst Kate is walking determinedly, fuming. She released her hold on him by the table, allowing him to support himself on his arms, leaning on the surface. She is going through one of the drawers, searching for something actively and angrily.

 - For how long has this been going on? - her whisper comes out in a white-hot hiss.

 - It happens sometimes, - he answers evasively. He is breathing heavily, it looks like he is struggling to regain himself.

Eleven suddenly realized it must have been one of the times Brenner "treated" him with shockers. Kate must have walked in on it accidentally.

 - How often is sometimes? Is this a regular occurrence? How the hell-? - she turns to him.

 - It's nothing, - he mutters, avoiding her gaze.

 - Peter, no! He hurt you, this is serious, this is not okay!

He turns away as if trying to ignore her, then, almost whispering, with a sudden uncanny determination to his voice:

 - Henry.

 - What? - she asks dumbly, startled.

 - My name is Henry.

 - I'm sorry? - even more confused.

He turns to her with a sigh and rolls up his sleeve, exposing his left wrist - and the tattoo. Kate gasps, then puts her palm over her mouth and sinks into the chair behind her. He watches her reaction in silence. He sits down on the edge of the table before her. Then pronounces more firmly, but quietly.

 - My name is Henry Creel. I am One.

She stares at his wrist for so long the tension becomes uncomfortable, she is breathing heavily and when she allows herself to speak tears are laced in her voice, but she still attempts to ask:

 - Why- How-?

 - He found me as a child, I was twelve, - he stares into her face, suddenly something overcomes him and he blurts out, words that he wouldn't have said to anyone normally. Almost as if he is trying to scare her. - I did things. Gruesome things. I killed my family with it. My mother was going to hand me over to him for "treatment", - he spits out. - And I knew he was no good. I killed my family so they wouldn't do it, my mother, my sister, it wasn't pretty.  My father barely survived but they blamed their deaths on him anyways. And I still ended up with Brenner.

 - Peter... Henry... - Kate is staring up at him in shock, then looks down again, but he continues determinately.

 - He tried to train me like all those kids - didn't manage. Said I was too stubborn, uncontrollable. So he started a whole program, to get obedient versions. I'm just the failed first experiment. Hidden in plain sight so to say. Brenner's bad bloody monster.

He finishes and leans back, watching her angrily, expecting her to react, panic, run out of the door.

Eleven felt the air tense up, but the lights for some reason didn't grow colder or darker like she expected them to.

Kate is staring down at her lap now with tears in her eyes, her gaze focused, she is apparently actively overthinking every word he said. A minute passes, but it feels like thirty.

 - I'm so sorry.

He flinches. Then stares in surprise.

 - Sorry for what? - he hisses.

 - Brenner has no right to be treating you the way he does.

 - Well, I've killed my family.

 - That is no normal behavior.

 - No-o, not normal at all, - he growls, leans in a little closer to her. - Aren't you scared of me now?

She looks up, her eyes meeting his. His gaze is angry, piercing, he is expecting her to turn away. Eleven could hear echoes in her own head like before: a woman yelling, berating someone; "hold yourself together"; "...you're incapable of behaving yourself, boy" and a sound of a slap; "Henry, you're a freak!" then a girl's laughter; then more of the familiar sounds from before - electric cackling and screams.

Kate held his gaze. It visibly took her some effort.

 - No... A little bit. But that doesn't change the fact that you were just a boy. You did awful things. But you were twelve. You  didn't deserve to be dragged into a cage and studied like a wild animal, you needed help, not a damn collar, - her words grow heated towards the end of her speech. She stops abruptly, then looks away from him, breaking eye contact. - It's no excuse for what he has done or what he is doing.

The sounds and echoes in Eleven's head stopped, as if someone switched off a radio. The room is filled with silence.

One stares at the floor, then at Kate for a brief moment. Then back at the floor.

 - You're not supposed to know this by the way. So do your best pretending that you don't. Brenner will get angry, - his voice is emotionless, he seems lost for a proper emotional response to her words.

He is about to stand up when she leaps on her feet and makes a hasty step towards him. She grabs his hand firmly.

 - Pet-... Henry, - he freezes on spot, still not looking at her, but now purposefully so. - This doesn't change anything between us, right? I mean... We're still friends, right?

 - Friends? - he looks up, startled.

 - If you want.

There is a silent pause.

 - I think I do, - he responds after a while.

Silence ensues. She is still holding his hand.

 - Can I hug you?

He looks at her like he is seeing a perculiar extinct animal. Then nods hesitantly.

Kate leans in closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. He puts his around her waist cautiously. Something tells Eleven he is contemplating on how to break her spine with least effort in case she tries to stab him with a scalpel in his back. She doesn't. They stay still, breathing.

 - Aren't you scared of me? - he repeats his question from before. 

 - You freaked me out. I guess quite a bit, - she responds quietly, her lips close to his ear. "Then you are very incautious" - whispers a voice in Eleven's head. - But I've known you for some time and... You told me all this so...

He breathes out heavily, holds still. His arms are still wrapped around her. They don't seem to be that ready to break her spine now. As the room starts to go blurry it seems to Eleven that she sees a foreign gleam in his eyes. She also notices that the yellow glow that seemed to emanate from Kate was drastically more visible. Eleven turned away, and the room rolled in a blur. She had a feeling for some reason that she wouldn't like where this was going.

***

It's the far medical room, one like those the children were put in when they were sick for a long time - a rare occurrence. Henry is looking around awkwardly, suspiciously. Kate is in front of him, it looks like she had brought him in the room on purpose. They are alone, the door is locked.

 - Here we are, - she says.

 - Yes, and why are we here? - he says, cautiously, suspiciously.

 - You said your room was always checked, right?

He nodded, still looking at her in distrust.

 - So?

 - So, Brenner never goes in here. 

 - And?

 - And there are no cameras in the medical rooms because they are barely used and supposed to be safe and boring. 

 - And?

 - And there are those cupboards that have locks and I can lock them up and we can hide stuff for you in here so that Brenner doesn't find out... I mean... - she pauses, catching her breath anxiously: she had been speaking very fast, afraid he'd interrupt her. - I brought you some pencils and a sketchbook. I noticed you draw. And I brought some books. You don't have to read them. It's just the ones I thought you'd like. I can buy you something else, you just tell me what you would prefer...

She crouches down, producing a set of small keys and unlocking one of the drawers of a nearby table. Henry is watching her closely.

 - Here, see?

He makes a couple fast determined steps towards her. Kate jumps to her feet, watching his face intently, perhaps worried she might have upset him somehow. He stares into the drawer for a long moment: there are new pencils, pastels, a fresh sketchbooks and a couple hard-binded books, a copy of "The Hobbit" at the top. He breathes out, heavily, shakily, with a small smile on his face. Kate smiles awkwardly at him too, then flinches almost unnoticeably, startled as she looks down. He reached out timidly, touching her hand, interlocking their fingers. She squeezes his palm. They look up at each other simultaneously, their gazes meeting. 

 - Thank you, - it comes out as a whisper, but it seems to echo around the room.

He makes a rushed awkward movement and suddenly he is holding her, snaking his arms around her waist and behind her back reluctantly. She looks startled and surprised in his embrace, frozen for a couple of seconds with her eyes wide open, her hands hanging mid-air in hesitation. She regains herself, wrapping her arms around him carefully. 

She is glowing again. Again more vivid. Eleven feels warmer again and the room is going blurry as the two slowly begin to pull apart. The girl turns around reaching for the door behind her, ready to go to the next bit of memory, but it's not there anymore. 

***

It is once again that what appeared to be a common room for employees. There is Dr Brenner standing in front of the doorway, several people are sitting about on chairs or couches, all looking at him. Right in front of Eleven, at a table with several other people there are Henry and Kate, sitting next to each other.

Dr Brenner carries on talking, it looks like he has been going on for a while.

 - I believe we might need some extra effort with Two and Three today. It looks like they believe they are allowed superficial privileges since they are older, which is not quite what we have discussed with them.

Henry tenses up. It looks like Kate notices.

  - Michael, Peter and Jacob will be on assistance in class today...

Brenner is still talking, but the sound becomes slightly muffled.

Eleven sees Henry's shoulder shift slightly, as if he is about to flinch, but restricting himself. Kate notices it too. She moves her hand carefully, slowly, and grabs his palm under the table while no one notices. He squeezes her fingers. 

The sound of Brenner's voice becomes more clear again.

 - That's it for now. Back to work, ladies and gentlemen.

Everybody is standing up, some picking folders, some turning back to desks, beginning to write something down. Kate is up on her feet before Henry is, but he is following her close by. 

She is passing by Dr Brenner, about to exit the room, when she stops. Henry is a couple steps away, next to another employee that was apparently assigned for assistance on the day's lesson too.

 - Oh, I almost forgot... - Kate suddenly speaks. - I'm sorry, Dr Brenner, but Peter has kindly agreed to assist me with the check ups today, I would like to keep him on it if that is okay with you, - she has turned away and shows with her entire pose that she is in a hurry, about to leave. Like she doesn't really care about what she is saying, throwing it in as an afterthought. If Brenner could see her face he would have noticed she was holding her breath nervously. He seems to be mulling over what he just heard.

Henry freezes for a moment, caught off guard, but quickly regains himself, adding quietly:

 - I have said I would be free to assist in the medical rooms today. I'm sure I'm not irreplaceable on the lessons, - he adds quietly. Now it looks like he had planned it all to escape the lessons that day. Like there was no startled look on his face just seconds ago when he heard her speak.

Brenner turns to Henry and looks him over strictly, quite possibly contemplating if allowing him to work in the medical rooms could lead to Kate's untimely death. He probably decides it wouldn't. 

 - Why, if you are already needed there, I will get someone else to step into your place on the lesson. But I require to be warned next time when there are duty arrangements that I am unaware of, - he finishes strictly, then turns away dismissively. 

Kate nods, exiting the room and Henry follows her, visibly making an effort not to pick up his pace. 

 - Should I not have? - she asks him cautiously when they turn the corner and are out of earshot.

 - Can't know. I'm glad you did, - he replies.

 - Isn't he going to be suspicious?

 - Of me, not of you. And not more than he has already been. He hates me, remember? - he chuckles darkly. They are walking fast in the direction of the medical office. Kate turns her head swiftly to throw an apologetic glance at him. He continues:

 - I'd rather spend the day working with you than with anyone else in this place.

She smiles, broadly. It even seems she blushes.

 - Is that true?

He doesn't answer, just huffs.

 - Well, that's mutual.

They have reached the door and she is fumbling with the keys, so she doesn't hear when he says:

 - You're the only one who'd say that, - shacking his head.

Eleven knows Kate hadn't heard him - she would have turned if she had. Eleven notices something else: Henry is staring at Kate's face intently - she is looking down at the keys in her hands, it takes a minute to realize that a strand of hair that had fallen down and in front of her face is slowly, but steadily, against common sense and gravity, moving up and behind her ear. The woman doesn't notice. Eleven stares. The corridor goes blurry. The door opens and everything is engulfed in a flash of sunlight for a moment and when it goes away, the scene is changed again.

***

It's like Eleven has been transported into the medical room and has to watch the door open from the inside, as Kate stumbles in, leading a rather unstable Henry inside, holding him up by his elbow. She throws a quick glance left and right back into the corridor before shutting the door behind them. 

It's evident that Henry's head is spinning. She leads him carefully to the examination table and gestures for him to sit down - he doesn't, he just leans on it with his back to the surface.

  - Wait a second, I'll grab some painkillers and I can also... - she mumbles on, hurriedly, almost indistinguishable, rushing around the room. Henry watches her intently. The entire room seems to be buzzing - maybe it's the aftermath of the shockers affecting his perception.

She steps back to the table, bringing a couple bottles with pills and a first aid kit.

 - Take these, it will ease the pain, - she drops a couple of round pills on his outstretched palm and gives him a glass of cold water. He follows her instruction silently.

 - Show me your burns, we have to check out those, - she doesn't notice the way he is staring at her.

 - It's alright, - he replies, his voice is slightly raspy. 

 - Henry... - she presses on, opening the first aid kit.

 - There is no need, - he continues.

 - Just hold still for a moment, - she tells him. He looks her over, glimpses into her concerned face, still focused on what she was doing. There is a tenseness in him that wasn't there before. He apparently contemplated on what she asked him to do and decided against it. 

Everything happens quickly. An invisible force yanks the first aid kit out of her hands. She gasps lightly. He leanes down to her face quickly, his hand coming up to take a hold of her chin and turn her head towards him. And then he touches his lips to hers - quickly, without hesitation. She freezes. He remains still and firm, his eyes closed. 

It feels like time had slowed down.

Then her palm comes up to lay on his chest. She moves aside whatever she had been meaning to pick up and her other arm finds its way around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair and then all at once she is in his embrace and he - in hers. And they are holding each other: his lips moving against hers, both breathing heavily, it seemed their heartbeats filled the room with a soft humm.

They pull apart, gasping for air. His arm has snaked around her waist and his fingers are digging into her side hard.

 - Henry... - she whimpers, breathless.

 - I've been meaning to do this for a while, - he responds.

She chuckles, quietly. Then reaches up and kisses him again, on her own initiative, closing her eyes. Henry is smiling against her lips, pulling her closer, until they are pressed firmly chest to chest and she lets out a soft sigh through the kiss.

The room is buzzing and lighting up with sunshine, Eleven has to turn away, blinded, and when she does she sees a staircase - definitely not a part of the medical room.

***

 - Where are we going? - Kate asks.

She is following after Henry down a dimly lit narrow corridor and towards the staircase - they seem to be still in Hawkins, although the space looks quite uncharacteristic.

 - Just wait, we're almost there, - he answers shortly.

 - I don't think we're supposed to be here.

 - It's alright, I've done this before.

 - But what if we get in trouble? What if you get in trouble? - she is hurrying after him. 

He turns around briefly to give her a short smirk.

 - I won't.

He runs up the stairs that seemingly go straight into the ceiling and pushes on a door that is barely noticeably there. It gives a heavy groan, but opens nevertheless. Kate watches at the bottom of the stairs, curious.

 - Come on, - he calls to her, climbing up through the door. Bits of blue are visible above him - it's an opening to the roof.

Kate follows up the steps quickly and as soon as she climbs through the opening, he shuts the door behind her. She gives him a worried startled look.

 - Don't worry, I can open it from up here too.

Kate looks around, Henry is watching her.

 - How is this place not guarded?

 - I believe it's not viewed as an escape route - if anyone even finds their way up here and opens the door - it's a seven storey fall to freedom, - he explains simply. He had obviously been thinking it through. That roof had probably brought him a lot of disappointment before it brought any joy. He seems to be glad to have come up there now though.

Kate gives him a long concerned stare. Then walks to the edge. There is a fence, but it isn't very tall - Kate walks up to it, taking in the view. Henry follows her close by.

The sun is setting slowly, colouring the sky in the west in pink and orange. Woods are surrounding the laboratory building and behind them the town of Hawkins emerges with roofs lit up by the setting sun, only to melt back into more woods further west. 

 - It's a view, - Henry comments.

 - That's one way to describe it, - Kate answers. She had been holding her breath.

Henry sits down on the roof and gestures for her to do the same.

 - Won't they notice us from the ground? - she asks as she lands next to him.

 - No, we're obscured from view on this side. Don't worry.

They sit in silence for some time, taking in the scenery before them.

In a while Kate mutters, almost to herself:

 - I sometimes wonder how this place is still standing. With everything going on inside.

At first Henry is silent, as if he hadn't heard her. When he finally speaks there is steel in his voice:

 - Weak people containing beings far more powerful than themselves. The miracle of obedience.

Kate visibly senses anger in his voice. She tenses up.

 - It's not about weakness or strength, Henry. I don't think it is, not in this way...

 - It is, - he interrupts her. - They are weak and they know those like us are stronger. They know they are weaker. They pretend to study this power to try and understand it, but they don't want to understand, not really. Only interpret. They are weak, they are scared and want control and it makes them blind and stupid.

Kate is tense and seems nervous, searching for what to say next.

 - I don't think it has to be measured through strength and weakness. Not for all of them, at least.

He is silent. They stay quiet and it makes the pause uneasy. She wants to add something.

 - I'm one of them, - she offers, needing to set the conversation right.

Henry turns to stare at her and Kate holds his gaze. He seems to be thoughtful for a moment. 

 - You're not weak, - he says finally.

 - Why do you think that?

 - Because you're not afraid.

She looks like she is about to ask what exactly she isn't afraid of, but then last moment decides against it, apparently coming up with a few answers of her own, neither of which she needs to hear from his lips.

They sit submerged each in their own thoughts for a while. Henry reaches out carefully and takes her hand, squeezing it gently. Kate looks at their interlocked fingers and when she doesn't resist, he pulls her in closer, wrapping her in an embrace. She lets out a relieved sigh.

 - Come here, - she whispers. Her fingers clutch his collar and she pulls him down to meet her lips. 

It turns out a little too hard - Henry leans forward too quick and pushes her down accidentally. Now Kate is laying with her back on the surface of the roof and Henry is leaning over her, supporting his weight on his arms, one bent in elbow, one outstretched. Kate giggles. He snorts. 

He leans down closer to her face and touches his forehead to hers, smiling, looking into her eyes, breathing calmly for a few seconds, before connecting their lips again. Kate's fingers let go of his collar to slide into his hair. Henry sighs heavily against her lips. He shifts his weight on one arm, the other going down to her waist. The sunlight becomes blinding - it seems it is coming both from the sunset and the couple. 

Eleven flinches away, unable to watch, hiding her face in her hands. She hears hushed voices and a familiar jiggle of keys.

***

It's the medical room again. The door bursts open, Kate lets Henry step in first, then closes the door behind them carefully, making an effort to pretend like she wasn't in a hurry. Henry waits tensely watching her movements impatiently. 

As soon as the door clicks shut, Kate is turned around and pushed with her back to the wall right next to it. She probably doesn't realize it happened without Henry even touching her. In seconds he is on her, one hand on the wall next to her head, caging her in, the other wrapped around her waist. The noise she makes is somewhat a surprised squeak. The room seems hot, the air feels dense. Henry is kissing her lips, his hand dropping from her waist and down to her hip, tugging the material of the pencil skirt up, and climbing underneath it. Kate gasps for breath when his lips finally leave hers, fingers of one hand entangled in his hair, the other clutching his shirt. His lips descend to her neck and she gasps in surprise before muttering:

 - Wait, wait, Henry, someone can walk in on us.

 - They won't, - he growls quietly, not raising his head from the crook of her neck.

 - But what if...

 - Tssch, quiet... - he mutters looking up into her eyes, pressing a finger to her lips.

There is a soft click.

The key turns itself in the lock.

With another click the lights go off.

Kate gasps softly. Henry growls.

It's dark, but there is again a warm glow coming from their figures - it blurs everything, the whole room seems to start spinning, the sounds become entangled as if someone is playing multiple audiotapes at the same time. Suddenly the world is a caleidoscope of images and sounds - everything sunlit, although barely distinguishable, it was warm and there were laughs and sighs and exclamations and bits of conversation coming from everywhere and nowhere in particular. Words are echoing, they seem quiet and loud at once. 

"You're not supposed to come into work sick" - "I was worried it would upset you if I didn't show up"

snort - "I have never heard you say that before..."

"I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to hold two people"

"Henry, wait, Jesus!" quiet muffled laughter

"when was the last time you tried chocolate?"

"I'm so awkward, I'm sorry" - "you aren't"

"god I'm glad they didn't put cameras here" quiet giggles

And in the midst of it all, there are bits of one hushed conversation, laced through, ringing somehow more prominent than everything else.

 - Henry I...

There is a sound of something falling, pushed off a surface.

 - Is something wrong?

It seems like music is playing somewhere far away.

 - Henry I'm...

There are quiet indistinguishable voices in the background.

 - You look sick.

Repressed laughter echoes somewhere, turns into a satisfied sigh.

 - Henry, I'm pregnant.

All the other sounds don't quite die down - they blend into and overall background noise, present and indistinguishable.

 - You need to leave. Leave this place. You don't understand, if you don't, he will...

 - Henry, WE need to leave this place.

 - I can't.

 - We can run far, they will never find us.

 - You need to hide from him.

 - We will hide together. I'm not leaving without you!

 - I am tracked. He put a chip in my neck, I...

 - I have a scalpel.

 - Kate...

 - I don't want to do this without you.

The conversation mixes with the other sounds. It seems to Eleven she hears muffled swearing and quiet coughs. The lights starts to shimmer, like sun rays on the forest floor on a windy day, obstructed by the trees. Eleven can hear sounds of someone running. Something creaks. Then there is rain. Rain and thunder.

***

The rain is pouring and it's freezing cold - still a different cold than the upside down. Thunder rumbles close by and Henry is soaking wet. The caleidoscope stopped. It's another memory. He is on a porch and he is knocking on the door desperately. He knows who lives here, he is confident.

He had escaped the lab.

Less than a minute goes by and the door sweeps open, revealing a sleepy Kate. Her facial expression changes from mistrust to recognition and then relief, settling somewhere in between joy and overwhelming anxiety. 

He is wet to the bone, dripping all over her porch and the door mat. Strands of wet hair are plastered over his face, he is leaning on the door frame, looking down at her.

 - Henry!? - she looks him over for a few seconds, a bit lost. He is just staring down into her face, waiting, breathing heavily. It seems there is a silent dialogue between them. 

She lets out a gasp, awakening from her shocked paralysis, reaches up to grab him by the collar and drag him into the house. The door swings shut swiftly behind them, but not fast enough for Eleven not to notice that he was smiling - a broad relieved grin.

The rain picks up and it obscures the house from the view - Eleven tries to push closer and open the door. She yanks it open, it takes effort.

***

The room is not what was to be expected looking at the house. The door altered right in her hands. 

The room was lit with rays of setting sun. It was obvious that this was a different house - the view was nothing like the surroundings of the previous one: this was apparently sat on a hill and overlooking a valley with a lake below. It didn't seem to be a home too, most probably a hotel. There are takeout boxes on the edge of the table, a couple suitcases on the floor, a radio is muttering news on lowest volume. 

Kate lays stretched out on the bed, her head on Henry's shoulder. Eleven realizes that she is seeing him in ordinary clothes for the first time: he is wearing jeans and a white t-shirt and looks suddenly absolutely normal, not even a little bit strange or scary. He is petting her hair gently, her fingers are drawing patterns on his chest.

 - The sunset is better from here, - he mumbles sleepily.

She chuckles.

 - It is. And the view is prettier.

 - You're looking at me, - he whispers.

 - And I still mean it.

He shifts his head to stare back at her. She is smiling softly. He reaches out to trace her cheek with his fingers.

 - Won't you regret it?

 - I won't, - she says firmly. - I will miss some things, of course. But... - Kate shifts upward slightly, her face coming on the same level with his. - If this means you are free and-and happy... And I can be with you-WE can be with you, - he makes a careful movement to pull her closer, hand leaving a soft caress on her stomach before wrapping around her middle. - See you like this... It's well worth the price, - she pauses. - We can pull through. Together. 

They are staring at each other solemnly for several moments. Henry's eyes seem to be searching her face. Then his smile broadens, turns into a smirk. He presses her down, forcing her to slide off the pillows and fall back on the bed.  Kate yelps in surprise, then starts giggling, when he gives a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. He is hovering above her, placing kisses on her jaw and neck, making her squirm slightly underneath him, huffing and flinching her nose.

She regains herself quickly, one of her hands pushes on his arm, the other - on his chest. She catches him off guard, pushing him back, making him fall on the pillows and landing on top of him. He is unprepared for the sudden push and his head jerks a little bit, hitting on the headboard. Henry lets out a quiet hissing "ouch" and Kate freezes for a moment, worried if she hurt him. Henry chuckles. Both burst out laughing quietly. Henry wraps his arms firmly around her back.  

 - You little... 

The sun lights up the room. Eleven is covering her eyes again when suddenly it blinks. Once. Twice. She lowers her hand, confused, anticipation rising somewhere in her stomach.

*** 

It's a different setting again. It looks like a house now, a cabin maybe: there is a kitchen and a couch, a TV in the corner. Kate is sitting down, Henry is standing alert in the middle of the room, worry plastered on both of their faces. Something is wrong.

There's a crash outside, loud voices. Kate jumps to her feet too. 

 - We should go now.

 - No. Not straight away. They'll be waiting.

There a loud crash from somewhere behind the door that leads into the room - Eleven intuitively knows it's coming from the front door. 

Henry throws up his hand. There are several crashes and a couple of screams. He makes a swift palm movement and the lights go out in the entire house. 

Complete silence follows.

 - That was pretty... - Kate begins to whisper.

 - Pretty horrific? - mutters Henry, listening in carefully.

 - I was going to say pretty amazing but whichever you prefer, - she chuckles, then smiles. She's frightened, but the smile is still sincere. It makes him smile back at her. 

Eleven sees the glow again, bright and sunny.

Then there is noise, sudden and deafening and everything is happening at once: the door bursts open, men are running in, the window shatters into tiny pieces and there is gunfire.

And somehow, fantastically, louder than all of this, there is a gasp.

Henry is disoriented, if only for a moment and when he turns back to grab Kate and run, she isn't smiling anymore.

The glow falters.

Kate is tripping forward, falling into his arms. There's blood running down her shirt.

The armed men are closing in on them, for a moment Henry looks lost, like he is going unconscious, and when that look is gone from his face it is replaced by rage.

He is screaming, it feels like the sound vibrates through the house at the magnitude of a strong earthquake - the men are thrown backwards, against the walls and on the floor.

It gives him time to throw Kate's arm over his neck and run: out of the backdoor and into the woods.

Eleven follows them, as if hypnotized. She is quite sure she knows how this memory will end. She isn't sure if she wants to see it, but she can't help watching still, heart beating somewhere in her stomach. 

They don't manage to go far anyways. Kate's legs give out, Henry is dragging her now and she slips off his shoulder, collapsing on the ground. The wound seems to be just little above the sternum, her shirt and jeans were soaking in blood. 

He tries to pick her up again and she herself is trying to stand, but all the effort earns is a painful gasp. She sinks back on the ground and he catches her, dropping on his knees. 

They haven't gone far - the lights of the highway can still be seen. 

 - Kate?

 - It hurts. It hurts so much, I can't breathe. 

He sees the blood over her clothes and a shiver runs through his body.

 - Kate...

 - Just give me a moment to rest, just a second, - she is barely whispering, her voice hoarse. He is trembling.

 - It's okay. Just catch your breath. It's fine, - he mutters.

She lets out a painful gasp, her breaths are slowing down, coming out like whimpers.

 - Henry...

 - It's going to be okay, - his voice is shaking.

Her palm comes up to his cheek and he catches it and holds it in place, leaning closer.

 - Henry, I...

 - You will be okay, - their foreheads connect, far behind there is noise of people coming closer.

 - I love you.

He kissed her, desperately, his breath shacking. "Just hold on". When he pulls away, she wasn't whimpering anymore. 

Eleven distantly notes that Kate suddenly resembled a broken doll. 

The sounds of the world have gone muffled, indistinguishable, everything went into a blur apart from the two of them on the ground. 

 - No! No, no, no! - Henry was trembling full-bodily now, clutching her to his chest, rocking back and forth. His hand was caressing her hair, his shirt getting soaked in her blood. He was muttering feverently. - You'll be okay. You'll be okay. Please don't go, - he was sobbing, crying, every word coming out with a painful whimper. - Please. Don't leave. Not now. - he was crying, gasping, catching his breath. It was like he wanted to scream, but couldn't. - I love you, - quiet, defeated. - I love you so much. 

Eleven suddenly feels like crying too. She wants to scream in fact. She feels like she is suffocating and catching her breath in large gulps, the ground was being pulled from underneath her but she was standing still. She felt like he has thrust his pain all over the forest and now everything and everyone was gasping, trembling and wailing with him.

Eleven stumbled back, overwhelmed. And fell.

***

Eleven gasped awake. Mike was holding her, petting her back worriedly.

 - It hurts so much, - she wailed. She hadn't realized she was crying.

 - Where? Where does it hurt?

 - Nowhere and everywhere and I can't breathe and every breath is too much at the same time. And it's cold and-and...and...

 - It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, with you, - Mike is muttering, trying to hug her. - He can't hurt you here. 

 - No! - Eleven is fighting back his hands, sliding pushing away until suddenly her back hits a corner and she is sitting on the floor hugging her knees, gasping, overwhelmed with emotions that were her own and someone else's at once. - You don't understand, don't understand...

 - What happened? Did he do something? - Mike and Will are both next to her, trying to shake back to reality.

 - I thought she left... I never... I thought she just left... And she was gone... And they...

 - El! What did he do to you?!

She suddenly stared up at the boys, looking at them and through them at once.

 - There was so much light. It was warm and sunny and it was coming all over and it was so happy... They were his happy memories... - she was mumbling between sobs.

 - What?! - Mike and Will are staring at her in confusion, if only a little less frightened. - What did you see there?

 - It was his memory, - she chocked out. - I fell into his memory, I... He... There was so much light and then... And then it was gone, - another round of loud sobs shook her. - They shot her. They shot her and she was gone. They shot her and he lost them both. And he was alone.

He was alone.

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