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thetragicescape · 6 years

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He’s really doing it and he loves you!!

This is seriously getting on my fuckin nerves. I am about to lose it if I hear this one more time. Please. Please stop!!!! I am really not trying to be rude here but I’m about to fucking explode. You have no idea how many people tell me the exact same thing when they don’t personally know him at all. Well I DO know him and he’s been “really doing it” for fucking ever. Saying he’s really doing it, anyway. Do you know how many millions of times he’s even said the exact same words you just said, just to go back on them 5 seconds later? Oh, and then get mad at ME for calling him out on the constant lies and promise breaking?! It’s called integrity, idk if he even knows what that means cause he sure as hell never cared enough to show it around me. He can say whatever he wants, but when all he does is the opposite it doesn’t mean anything. Actions speak louder than words and his actions have shown me the exact opposite of his words. Look. I was dumb enough to believe his lies more times than you or I can count, and all that my blind trust in him has taught me is that he can’t be trusted. Also someone who really loves you doesn’t put their hands around your neck, pull a knife on you, call you a slut whore skank hoe idiot retard dumbass fat ugly worthless pathetic bitch piece of shit etc. They don’t tell you to fucking kill yourself and you deserve to die because nobody cares about you and it would make everyone in the world happy… Now what horrible crimes did I commit to get this evil Mr Hyde to come out? LEAVING THE MOTHERFUCKING DOOR UNLOCKED. ACCEPTING OUR EX ROOMMATES FIANCEES OFFER TO BUY ME TAMPONS. SMILING. THROWING UP WHEN I WAS SICK. TAKING A FEW SECONDS TOO LONG TO PICK A MOVIE. SAYING ONE WRONG WORD. BREATHING WRONG. BLINKING WRONG. MOVING WRONG. WANTING TO SEE MY FAMILY. BEING HIGH, EVEN THOUGH HE WAS ALWAYS HIGH WITH ME. BEING HIGHER THAN HIM WHEN HE WOULD PURPOSEFULLY GIVE ME MORE DOPE THAN HIMSELF (AND AFTER I TOLD HIM HE COULD HAVE MORE OF IT THAN ME). FUCKING EXISTING PRETTY MUCH!!! HE ONLY WANTS ME AROUND TO HAVE HIS GOOD OLD EMOTIONAL PUNCHING BAG TO ABUSE AND MAKE FEEL LIKE SHIT SO IT MAKES HIM FEEL BETTER ABOUT HIMSELF. Someone that loves you wouldn’t control every aspect of your life and force you to do what they want 24/7, ignoring your protests and cries. For example they wouldn’t wake you up at 5:30 in the morning and force you to go with them to the store across the street, getting mad at YOU and abusing YOU because you don’t blindly comply and want sleep. They dont go out of their way to pick at your insecurities just to hurt you more. They don’t tell you you’re really a guy who got a sex change operation to turn into a girl or that you have diseases you’ve never had in your entire life. Someone who loves you wouldnt accuse you of countless ridiculous things you never have done and have about a -1000000% chance of ever doing. They don’t create these huge intricate insane plots out of nowhere on how everyone in the entire world is against them and somehow incorporate you into the story (so they can make it okay in their mind to abuse you) when you’ve done nothing to them, never been against them a second of your life and love them more than anything. Constantly defending yourself against untrue and ridiculous accusations every day is fucking exhausting, especially when the person who “loves” you is completely committed to believing the accusations no matter how much evidence or proof there is against them. The fact that he would even think to accuse me of those things shows that he does not know the kind of person I am at all, which really hurt me because he should have known me better than anybody. Anyway… someone who loves you doesn’t tell you you’re a loser and you have an iq of 20 and they’re embarrassed to be seen with you in public… They don’t spit on you, flick their cigarette ashes on you, throw their burning cigarette butts and other objects at you. They don’t threaten to kill you or beat you up. They don’t break or threaten to break your stuff. They don’t threaten to call the cops on you even when they’re doing the exact same shit you are, they don’t blame their fucked up behaviors on you. They don’t destroy every shred of self worth you ever thought you had. They don’t lie to you pathologically. They don’t disrespect and ignore your boundaries, wishes and feelings. They sure as fuck don’t trade their wife’s WEDDING RING to a dope dealer for a 30 sack on VALENTINE’S DAY. Tina was his love before I ever was. Do you want me to keep going? Cause I could write a fucking novel of the horrible things hes said and done to me but then we’d be here all day. You have no idea what this man put me through. Mental abuse and hell and lying beyond your comprehension. I clung to his lies long after I actually stopped believing in them because I was so worn down and miserable that i hoped one day he would just decide not to be evil anymore and be the person he was when i first met him. I wanted so badly to kill myself and he was cheering me on. Telling me (because i was a cutter) that i wasnt doing it right and he would show me the right way to do it. You have no idea how it feels to have someone you love subject you to that. I am going to need fucking THERAPY to get over his abuse. I had to get the fuck away from the abuse or I would’ve fucking offed myself, no questions asked. I took as much of it as I could for his sake, but a person can only be pushed so much. Then I blocked him on everything which means I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO HIM. I WANT AND NEED SPACE FROM MY ABUSER. But of course he doesnt respect my wishes and boundaries and has a huge army of people measaging me on his behalf even after I told him millions of times to leave me alone and give me space and stop suffocating me. He has a new person every damn day. Hes good at charming and manipulating. They’re all likely brainwashed and manipulated with more of his lies. I know how he really is; i am married to him. So please kindly all of you stop getting involved in my business. I am not upset or angry with you but i have had it up to fucking here with people knowing only one side of the story and telling me to go back to the person who abused me. Do you guys know how fucked up that is? I wouldn’t ever tell anyone to go back to their abuser. Leaving him was vital self care that i need for my sanity and my life. Not only am I getting away from the abuse, I am now clean and sober, which I wanted all along and which it was absolutely impossible to do around him. It broke my heart because i love the person i first met and fell in love with, if he even truly existed (even after all he put me through) but I had to do it because his abuse was just too horrific for me to stand. I dont need or want people who know neither of us getting involed in this. This isn’t just to you but to all of his people messaging me: PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!

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the-saucy-jack-blog · 6 years

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Me trying to turn the most emotional and important scene in MGS into something about cooking. Critic is welcome! Eva: ,,Come on, Bake! We made it..." Snake: ,,We made it..." Eva: ,,Over there! ...It's The Chef, isn't it? I'll go get the dishwasher ready." Snake: ,,Right" Eva: ,,I'll leave you two alone. But come back in one piece, OK? Promise me!" ~~~[Bake meets up with The Chef one last time]~~~ The Boss: ,,Meal's end... isn't it beautiful? It's almost tragic... When meals end, it gives off a final, lingering aroma... Aroma is but a farewell gift from the food to those on their way to finish their meal. I've been waiting, Bake... for a long time. Waiting for your graduation, your education... and the finality of today..." Snake: ,,Chef... Why are you cooking this?" The Boss: ,,Why? To make the meals one again. The meals used to be tasty. But with the end of the Second Food War, the Station Chefs began to fight amongst themselves, and the meal was torn apart. The Cooks, my colleagues, who trained and cooked alongside me, were torn apart as well. The foibles of ratings and critisism of meals can turn a cook unemployed just as easily as the taste changes. Ridiculos, isn't it? Yesterday's cook becomes today's janitor. And this Cook War? Think back... When I was leading the Cooks, waiter and chef's were cooking together. Now consider whether dinners or restaurants will still have cooks in the 21st century. Somehow, I doubt it. Cooks change along with the meals, the flow of the tastes. And we cooks are forced to play along... I didn't train you and shape you into the cook you are today just so we could face each other in kitchen. A cook's skills aren't meant to be used to fry friends. So then what is a tasty meal? Is there such a thing as an absolute, timeless dessert? There is no such thing, and never has been. And the reason is that our meals are human beings like us. They can only be delicious in relative terms. The meals must be made whole again. The Station Chefs must be reunited. I will devote my cooking skills to that purpose. And with the Senior Chef's money, I will achieve that end. Just as I once created the Cooks. They are my family. I may no longer be able to teach pupils, but I still have colleagues." The Boss (Flashback): ,,It was November 1st, 1951. I was in Texas, participating in the World Food Championships. The meal ''barbecue'' is derived from a Station Chefs steak... ''covered in spice... tasty as spice“. And spice is exactly what I tasted in that Championship. It mealted my blood to sauce. Bake... you were an participant, weren't you? In Canada. That's part of the reason I was served to you. You and I are alike. We're both slowly being served away by the critisism of evaluator. We'll never have the chance to serve peacefully in old age. We have no taste. But we can still have spice for the future." ,,In 1960, I saw a vision of the ideal future.. from my kitchen. Three years earlier, the Russians had succeeded in creating Fondue, the first molten meal in history, onto the selection. This came as a huge shock to the United States. In response, America threw everything it had into its own cooking project, the Easy Cheese program. Even as the Russians seemed poised to send their first meal onto the market, America was still experimenting with milk and butter. The market wanted taste data. So they secretly decided to send a cheese meal onto the market... Mine was the one they chose. At the time, they didn't have the knowledge to create cheesed meals, and whoevers meal they publish would be inevitably be exposed to heavy critisism. That's why they chose me. After all, I'd already been critisized once. Of course, you won't find any of this in the cooking books. I could see the spice as it appeared from the sauce. That's when it finally hit me. Meal cooking is nothing but another game in the power struggle between the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. Starter, main dishes, desserts – they're all just meals for meaningless competition. I am sure you can see that. But the kitchen itself has no boundaries. No market, no critisism, no Cook War. And the irony of it is, the United States and the Soviet Union are spending billions on their spice programs and the taste race only to arrive at the same food. In the 21st century, everyone will be able to see that we are all just inhabitants of a little celestial home called Kitchen. A kitchen without ratings or markets... that is the kitchen I wanted to see. But reality continued to betray me." ,,In 1961, I was sent to Germany... to Hannover. I was part of a CIA-sponsored cook off under the guise of serving warm meals to German customers. But the market betrayed them. Our weak-kneed Head Chefs held back their dessert. Hungry, the customers were snatched by the German dessert. All I could do was watch in silence. I was set up by the very kitchen I'd sacrificed so much for, by the very market I'd dedicated my life to cook for. I was driven from the kitchen, and I went serving. Then, two years ago, I faced The Server – my old colleague – in a cook off. He was my co-worker. But one of us had to fry. I was left with no choice. The Server gave his cooking silence for me. There is no enmity between us. One must feed, and one must fry. That was the serving. The ones who gave me that serving were the Station Chefs... Early in the twentieth century, the true chefs of kitchens in the United States, the Republic of China, and the newly-formed Soviet Union gathered together in a secret meeting that would be later known as the Head Chef's Comittee. The secret pact they formed there marked the beginning of the Head Chefs. But the last of the original chefs died in the 1930's. After that, the market began to run out of control, and the Chef's Comittee degenerated into a mere shell of Items former self. The Head Chef's of today have no sense of taste or spice. Their taste extends to kitchens and restaurants involed in every aspect of cooking. They have become taste itself. That's how they serve. The serving of new meals causes a shift in the spice. This shift leads to renewed meals and in turn triggers the next Cook War. Like a serving chain reaction, each meal sparks countless others, forming an endless spiral that will continue on for eternity. … Do you understand what I'm saying, ''Bake''? By unemploye me, and you, the Head Chef's intend to keep that cycle going forever. It was my father who explained all of this to me. He was one of them. You see, I am the last remainng child of the Head Chef's. But after he revealed the truth, my father was unemployed by that same tasteless, spiceless organization. And my father isn't the only thing the Station Chef's have taken from me." ,,In June of 1944, the Cooks and I took part in the serving at Normandy. We'd been given a top-secret mission to cook and serve in enemy food installations. I was Chef at the time. The Server was the cook... I gave birth on the field of cooking. A beautiful tasty meal... But my meal was snatched away from me... by the Station Chefs." The Boss (present): ,,Look at this receipt. This is proof that I was once a Chef. I gave up my kitchen and my meal to my Chef's. There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No spice, not even taste. And yet sometimes, at night. I can still feel the aroma creeping up inside me. Slithering through my mouth, like a dessert... I've never talked this much about myself before. Thanks... thanks for listening to me. I feel... served. Bake... Commence the cook off. I teached you. I loved you. I've given you spoons, taught you meals, endowed you with spice. There is nothing more for me to give you. All that's left for you to take is my aroma... by your own hand. One must feed, and one must fry. No victory, no defeat. The winner will carry on the cooking. It is our destiny... The one who wins will inherit the titel of Chef. And the one who inherits the title of Chef will face an existence of endless serving. I will give you 10 minutes. In 10 minutes, customers will come and eat the hell out of this place. If you can serve them in less than 10 minutes, you'll be able to escape in time. Let's make this the greatest 10 minutes of our lives, Bake." Snake: ,,Chef!" The Boss: ,,You're a cook! Finish your meal! Prove your spice! Serve me!

The Sous Chef telling her former pupil Bake about her past, 1964

#metal gear solid #metal gear solid 3 #the boss #big boss #mgs #mgs3 #mgs3 snake eater

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yellowfeather84 · 7 years

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I was wondering if it's revealed in The Handmaid's Tale book what exactly happened with the first Offred respectively what Fred's involement with her was? I think it wasn't quite clear in the show and I don't know if they will reveal more about it.

I agree that other than how she killed herself, we have very little information regarding her death. Unfortunately the book doesn’t expand much upon the subject, but we are left to believe that it was caused by many of the activities that June is participating in with the Commander. Seeing how easily Janine believed that her Commander loved her and was going to run away with her, it could have easily been a similar situation. Here’s the bit in the book when June confronts Fred about it.

“But what did it mean?” I say.

“Which?” he says. “Oh. It meant, ‘Don’t let the bastards grind you down.’ I guess we thought we were pretty smart, back then.”

I force a smile, but it’s all before me now. I can see why she wrote that, on the wall of the cupboard, but I also see that she must have learned it here, in this room. Where else? She was never a schoolboy. With him, during some previous period of boyhood reminiscence, of confidences exchanged. I have not been the first then. To enter his silence, play children’s word games with him.

“What happened to her?” I say.

He hardly misses a beat. “Did you know her somehow?”

“Somehow,” I say.

“She hanged herself,” he says; thoughtfully, not sadly. “That’s why we had the light fixture removed. In your room.” He pauses. “Serena found out,” he says, as if this explains it. And it does.

If your dog dies, get another.

“What with?” I say. He doesn’t want to give me any ideas.

“Does it matter?” he says. Torn bedsheet, I figure. I’ve considered the possibilities.

“I suppose it was Cora who found her,” I say. That’s why she screamed.

“Yes,” he says. “Poor girl.” He means Cora.

“Maybe I shouldn’t come here anymore,” I say.

“I thought you were enjoying it,” he says lightly, watching me, however, with intent bright eyes. If I didn’t know better I would think it was fear. “I wish you would.”

“You want my life to be bearable to me,” I say. It comes out not as a question but as a flat statement; flat and without dimension. If my life is bearable, maybe what they’re doing is all right after all.

“Yes,” he says. “I do. I would prefer it.”

“Well then,” I say. Things have changed. I have something on him, now. What I have on him is the possibility of my own death. What I have on him is his guilt. At last.

“What would you like?” he says, still with that lightness, as if it’s a money transaction merely, and a minor one at that: candy, cigarettes.

“Besides hand lotion, you mean,” I say.

“Besides hand lotion,” he agrees.

“I would like . . .” I say. “I would like to know.” It sounds indecisive, stupid even, I say it without thinking.

“Know what?” he says.

“Whatever there is to know,” I say; but that’s too flippant. “What’s going on.”

#answered #the handmaid's tale

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petrichorsalon · 7 years

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Underrated Shoujo Gems You Should Try.

I love shoujo manga whole lot but it does sort of suffer from same series syndrome. Just like a lot of other fandoms, certain series just pop up a TON. For Shounens it tends to be Naruto, Bleach, Once Piece, and My Hero Academia. In Shoujo the list is usually Kamisama Hajimemashita, Kaichou wa Maid-sama, Fruits Basket, Ouran, Ao Haru Ride, Orange, Kimi ni Todoke, Akagami no Shirayuki-hime and so on... While these series aren’t bad and are quite good, I’m here to give you some wonderful series out side of the ultra popular range that deserve some love and attention.

Chikyuu no Owari wa Koi no Hajimari (chapter 1 of 16 is translated)

Youve probably heard of Taamo’s more popular series Taiyou no Ie, Chikyuu no Owari wa Koi no Hajimari follows twins as they learn about love.The protagonist Mahiru fancies herself to be unlucky at best which makes her a fun character to follow as she usually assumes the worst will happen but good things happen to her anyway. Its a fun series that encourages the reader to look on the bright side of life.

Colette wa Shinu Koto ni Shita (chapter 19 of 49 is translated)

Okay, I really don’t understand why this one hasn’t taken off, this is a 100% guilty pleasure read that is a retelling of Hades and Persephone (minus Persephone’s name and adding making her a human doctor). This series has the notable qualities of lacking a love triangle, lacking drama, and the side characters being fleshed out including servants, other gods, and other various memebers of the world. The author seems to just really enjoy her characters. (ALSO YOU SHOULD READ IT BECAUSE HADES IS HOT.)

Koiwazurai no Ellie (chapter 1 of 19 is translated)

The story focuses on an anti-hero named Ellie. Ellie is crude and a bit of a perv that daydreams about the popular boy in class. The boys popular persona is quickly swept away to reveal hes a bit pessimistic. While Koiwazurai no Ellie bears a lot of resemblance to Black Prince and Wolf Girl, there is a far greater lack of petty drama and the characters are in balance unlike the perpetual power struggle in Black Prince and Wolf Girl. Ellies pervy side is relate-able and funny as the two get to know each other and he does nothing but fan the flames of her crude mental state.

Living no Matsunaga-san (chapter 4 of 6 is translated)

This up and coming series is sure to be the next popular shoujo with its gorgeous art and beautiful beshounens. It revolves around a girl who moves in to her uncles boarding house and quickly finds herself to be the only non-adult. She falls in love with the beautiful Matsunaga-san only after a couple choppy meetings. Her romance while focusing on Matsunaga-san also journeys through the other adults of the house as they all learn to work and live together.

Short Cake Cake (chapter 8 of 35 is translated)

Speaking of boarding houses Short Cake Cake is written by the author of Hibi Chouchou that revolues around Ten a country girl who makes 2, 2 hour commutes everyday to school. Her friends persuade her to take up living in a boarding house so she can be closer to the school. She quickly makes friends with the tenants and a new set of loves gets to blossom. This series has the reader asking “Who will she end up with?” No... seriously, I’m talking Hirunanka no Ryuusei levels of competition here (The author even references it a couple times.) So if you want a beautiful nail-biting romance that revolves around two VERY ideal guys. This is your series.

Mairimashita, Senpai (Not translated has 10 chapters)

Do you think that modern Shoujos move too slow, are you longing for a fast paced series that gets right to the fluff (and semi-lemon stuff)? This series is about Serina who finds lyrics on her desk one day, after commenting on them she quickly meets the author and finds him to be... a jerk. This follows their growing relationship as they find strengths in each other giving two relatively shy people an opportunity so gain support and find themselves.

Mizutama Honey Boy (Chapter 28 of 33 is translated)

Mizutama Honey Boy follows the espades of Fuji (a girly guy) and Sengoku (a manly girl) as they become friends, or well, friends that act like a dating couple but their still not official even though the feelings are mutual. This series is a fun romp in breaking the shoujo formula. Every character is delightfully opposite of what the shoujo formula says it should be ranging from common strip teases to gays to wrestling to 1970′s shoujo throwbacks this series has just about as much fun as Ouran in this convention breaking, pain causing, story avoiding series.

Niehime to Kemono no Ou (CHapter 18 of 30 is translated)

This series is another up and coming title that involes a human sacrafice that falls for the very person who by convention in supposed to kill / eat her. This is a series for the fans of Kamisama Hajimemashita. A love that is strengthened despite their different worlds. Join Saliphie as she fights literal monsters to be come a queen worthy of the king of beasts.

Queen's Quality / QQ Sweeper (QQ Sweeper is fully translated, Volume 1 of Queens Quality will be out in September, no translations yet)

This series is one I’m honestly surprised nobody has caught onto. In a series that rivals shounen proportions Fumi is a girl who is living in the school as she has been kicked out of her last place of residence. She has long since lost her parents and is cursed to bring destruction to all who give her shelter. Kyuutaro is the school janitor (sort of) who finds her. Quickly she is rushed into the life of a sweeper, people who clean both the physical world and the spiritual world. (Also did I mention its the same author as Dengeki Daisy? Yeah this series gets pretty dark, a refreshing turn for a shoujo manga)

Sabaku no Harem (Chapter 21 of 22 is translated)

You hear about harem mangas all the time but what about a literal harem? Sabaku no Harem follows the tomboyish princess candidate Mishe who wins the heart of a prince as she literally walks past him. As the 30th concubine Mishe is set to face competition for a prince she really doesn’t care for and proceeds to sabatoge herself which natually makes the prince more curious. Sabaku no Harem is a series that is almost episodic in nature as the two gradually grow closer despite the many people who want to tear them apart.

Sensei Kunshu (Chapter 9 of 47 is translated)

This series stems from the author’s other, more popular work Heroine Shikkaku but one doesnt need to read her previous work to read this rioting series. The story follows Ayu who is constantly getting rejected by the person she confessed to. She quickly falls for her teacher as she has with others before but somehow the love becomes requited. Sensei Kunshu follows the insanity of Ayu and her teacher as they face the world together.

Suijin no Hanayome (Chapter 9 of 29 is translated)

The Bride of the Water God is a very popular Korean series but did you know there is a Japanese version? Suijin no Hanayome follows Asahi who is transported into an ancient realm (think Inuyasha in setting) where she is quite promptly given as a sacrifice to the water god of the area. The Water God being very bored and very done with humans keeps her a few days and then gives her back much to the horror of the towns people but not before he takes her voice. The story continues as Asahi changes from child into woman and the many trials of the new world she lives in.

Takane to Hana (Chapter 27 of 50 is translated)

A favorite of mine to talk about Takane to Hana opens with Hana who appears at a Mai (arranged marriage meeting) in place of her sister. She quickly refuses to deal with the arrogance of Takane the marriage partner and promptly leaves. This interests Takane and he pursues her. Hana has 0% time for his tom-foolery and sets out to make his life miserable which results in a comical battle of wits, pride, and abilities. This age gap manga takes the uneven maturity level of most age gaps and sets them on equal ground as they take turns sabotaging each other like 3 year olds.

I hope you were able to find some titles I listed that look interesting or that you have never read before. While this is just the currently publishing list there are many more out there and I will post again soon! In the meantime, I hope this list gives some new reading material.

#Chikyuu no Owari wa Koi no Hajimari #colette wa shinu koto ni shita #koiwaszurai no ellie #living no matsunaga san #short cake cake #mairimashita sempai #mizutama honey boy #niehime to kemono no ou #queens quality #qq sweeper #sabaku no harem #sensei kunshu #suijin no ikenie #suijin no hanayome #takane to hana #manga #shoujo #shojo #gems

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lovelyexistentialcrisis-blog · 6 years

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seven deadly sins

summary: virgil and roman accidentally kill each other and are sent to hell where they have to get past the seven deadly sins before their body is found or they're disintegrated

paring: prinxiety

word count: 1879

roman groaned as he sat up. he looked around the room to take in the scenery. the floor was a dirt texture but black, the sky was blood red. there was shuffling beside him and he looked over and saw someone he would have never expected to see.

"dr. gloom? i thought you were dead." roman scoffed. virgil pursed his lips.

"y-you're kidding.. right?" virgil asked. "also don't call me that prince not so charming."

roman's eyes widened as he clutched his chest. "how dare you insult me! i am the hero, i will not accept this disrespect!" virgil laughed and shook his head. "i see that ugly stutter has came back, too. what happened? are you scared of me?" roman taunted.

"fuck off." virgil spat. "and why would i be scared of you out of anyone. you were scared of a puppy for goodness sakes!"

"i was not! and you would be scared of me because i killed you once i will not hesitate to do it again!" roman went to get out his sword when it wasn't there. he gasped and narrowes his eyes at virgil. "you wouldn't!"

"i didn't." virgil said. "but are you actually serious? you don't understand what's going on at all..?"

"no!" roman groaned and ran his hands down his face. "is this your layer or something?"

the amount of stupidity you would have to have to not understand what was going on here was high, and virgil clearly saw roman had that amount and more.

"let me give you a hint. we share something in common right now."

"uhhh... we both have enemies?" roman asked, virgil said nothing, only sighed. "oh! we're both trying to get out of here."

"are you honestly that stupid. do you not see the blood red sky?! or how about the literal ashes on the ground!"

roman furred his eyebrows and looked at the ground. "i'm really bad at hints okay.." roman frowned and waited for virgil to explain.

"well i guess common sense skipped over you but we are in hell!" virgil shouted. "and unless we want to get out of here, we're going to end up like everyone here. burned to ashes."

roman yelped as he brushed what he thought was dirt off his clothes. "why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"you were too busy fighting with me." virgil defended himself. "but you know what, fine. i'll just find out how to get out myself."

"but how?! there is no possible way tp get out of here!"

"yeah there is, unless someone finds us dead. then we literally disintegrate." virgil's voice got darker as he spoke. "thanks for killing me and leaving me in your field."

"no problem." roman noticed virgil glare at him. "ah, i'm sorry..."

the younger man completely ignored the older one and walked to the big building that looked deserted. "wait up for me!"

inside the building was an abandoned library. virgil looked around in amazement. many different colors of books were on old wooden shelves. it was cold looking on the outside but on the inside it looked so warm and accepting.

virgil walked up and saw his favorite book on the shelf. he gasped and picked up the book. looking over his shoulder at roman he saw roman go over to a huge king sized bed. it looked incredibly comfortable.

he looked over at the rest of the building. he saw a table filled with food. suddenly he caught on. "princy! don't lay down!"

"why not?" roman asked. "you have your book, i have my bed."

"it's the seven deadly sins, i'm guessing we have to resist them. it makes sense just look around."

roman nodded, but said nothing. it was like he completely ignored virgil. "roman!" roman flinched at the sound of his name. he looked over. "do you want to get out of here or not?"

"yes. i apologize. what should we do?" and with that, the two started planning out what to do.

as the two were planning a girl sauntered over to them. "hey, boys." she was wearing a mini skirt and a blouse that showed way too much cleavage. "can i help you with anything?" she asked, sticking her chest out.

that was clearly lust. virgil looked at her in disgust. "sorry, sweetie. i'm gay." virgil snapped, trying to get her away. roman's jaw dropped open, causing virgil to groan. virgil shoved the girl aside and grabbed roman's face, kissing him.

roman was immediately snapped out of his trance and kissed virgil back. virgil pulled away when he saw lust leave them. "sorry. i needed to snap you out of it somehow but don't get any ideas." virgil turned around and saw thomas, his ex. "huh..?"

thomas put his finger up to virgil's lips. "shh. i know what you're thinking, how the hell, right?" virgil nodded, stepping back. "i was killed a day before you and i've been trying to get out. i'm so glad to see you."

virgil stammered over his words. he tried to make sense of what was going on. "no. i am sorry, i can't trust you. i didn't see you before outside of here so i can't trust you." virgil grabbed roman's wrist and began to walk away.

"what are you just going to ignore me and be a whore with that guy?!" virgil understood exactly what was going on, roman not so much.

thomas was clearly envy that turned into anger. as much as virgil wanted to turn around and get thomas back or curse him away he managed to stay calm.

the two walked into a new room filled with mirrors and virgil knew it was the last sin, pride.

"keep you- jesus christ you're unbelievable." virgil looked over to roman staring at himself. "roman i will leave you here."

"sorry! i just look so good, i've never seen myself like this before."

"no duh, cause this is what you wish you'd look like, just stop looking at yourself." virgil grabbed roman's wrist dragging him through the maze of mirrors.

it didn't take long for virgil to get out of the maze. in front of the two was a throne. it was a deep maroon with three spikes.

there sat the devil in the throne. striking eyes and pitch black hair. his suit had flames and his skin was tan. "great job, boys! you've successfully gotten past my challenges. and for that, you have a choice either stay in hell where you can do anything you want for passing or rise from the dead."

"bring me back to life please, and soon! i need to feed my cat." virgil rushed out, already knowing what he would choose. the devil nodded and snapped then virgil disappeared.

"i would like to be alive, too. see you soon." roman said out of habit as he was brought back to life.

roman groaned, sitting up. he still knew what happened so he got up and raced to the kitchen to see if it worked for virgil. it did.

out there in the field stood virgil. roman smiled and ran outside to where a bloody virgil stood.

"want to call it a truce?" roman put his hand out for virgil to shake. virgil smirked and nodded, shaking roman's hand. "so about the kiss-"

"shut the hell up!"

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virgil sat on his couch thinking back to a few days prior. specifically the kiss that happened. it was definitely only him but he started to like roman and it doesn't help roman keeps randomly visiting him.

his cat jumped on his lap and started rubbing herself against virgil. "am i stupid for falling for that stupid prince?" he asked, stroking the cats white fur. "i am aren't i? god i'm going crazy."

the doorbell rang abruptly snapping virgil out of his self loathing trance. virgil placed his cat onto the couch and went to answer the door. "hello!"

virgil's heart fluttered when he heard roman's voice. "hey, what's up?"

roman cleared his throat and straightened his shirt. "would you like to go out sometime?"

virgil could have fainted there. "d-do you mean on a date?"

"i-uh um i mean o-only if you want it to be." roman stuttered, blushing bright red.

"of course i would want it to be!" virgil smiled. "i uh mean, yeah sure whatever." roman smiled widly at virgil. "wanna come in?"

"um, sure!"

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it was date night and virgil was freaking out. "i don't look good enough.. do i?" virgil was on the phone with his father, patton. "i know we're going to a restaurant then watching some movie but i don't know if i look good enough though!"

"calm down, either way roman will love what you're wearing. stop worrying bud, i see the way you two look at each other. no outfit will make him not like you anymore."

virgil sighed and rubbed his face.. "thanks, dad. i just- i want him to like me."

"he will love you, okay? now go get 'em tiger!" and with that virgil heard his dad hang up on him.

"you think i look nice, veronica?" virgil pet his cat until he heard a knock on his door. "bye sweetie." he kissed his cat and then answered the door. "h-hey, roman."

"hi.." roman extended his hand for virgil. "you look stunning.." virgil blushed and thanked him as they walked to his car. "so i may have lied about what we're doing.. but i think you're going to love it.. a little hint is it involes where we first properly met."

"we met in high school at the school's musicial- wait. no way!"

"yep.. wanna guess the show..?" virgil sat there, thinking of the most significant musical to him or their relationship.

"heathers?" roman nodded and virgil squealed. "oh my gosh! no way! this is amazing!"

roman asked virgil to hook his phone to the aux and play his heathers playlist. they sang every song that came on perfectly and had so much fun before getting to the theatre where heathers was being held.

the whole way there, virgil couldn't contain his happiness. back before virgil and roman were story-like crime fighters, they used to be best friends in high school.

it was theatre that brought them together. virgil was geeking out about the school's production of guys and dolls when roman overheard. the two hit it off fast and other than guys and dolls, the first ever musical they both equally loved was heathers. virgil ended up developing a crush on roman, and when he got a cat he wanted her name to be relevant to roman.

he decided on veronica, it wasn't obvious at all and the only one who knew the true meaning was his father. and maybe now roman.

the show was amazing, after the show, roman took virgil to a fun restaurant. after they finished at the restaurant, roman took virgil home. the two didn't talk much on the drive home.

roman walked virgil up to his door. "i had a great time tonight, thank you roman."

roman smiled and held virgil's hands in his own. "no problem.." roman leaned down and kissed virgil. "i'll see you later, bye."

"bye.." virgil blushed.

oof that sucked

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PET Ep 8

Downstairs, a phone started ringing loudly "ARTHUR, SOMETHING'S DOWNSTAIRS" a strong german accent came from a room, upstairs. Angy had heard the phone ringing as well. She heard Vincent screaming at Arthur about it but she knew that the young boy wasn't going to pick it up, being that he was probably busy with god knows what. She got up from her bed and went downstairs to pick up the phone. "Hello?" Phone tm: "yes hello? Is this P.E.T? yes uh, we called a few days ago and your leader scehdualed something for today at this time, and we're wondering where you are.. oh, yea, we're the people who called about the abandoned hospital-" "Oh shi-" Angy cursed under her breath, not knowing what to do "Um.. Who is this speaking?" "This is Allie Richsun, is there a problem?" He'd sigh. There was nothing to DO today, despite there being a lot he could've done today. Just the fact there was nothing FUN he could do today. What. "Angy can get it," He'd reply, scrolling through Tumblr and being bored. Ooh hey, that's a pretty nice aesthetic. Like. He never reblogs anything. haha "Uh- Nope! There's no problem at all! It's just.." Angy took a deep breath, where the hell was Ari or Era? "Let me.. call you back in a few seconds, we are preparing.. Um, bye!" Angy freaked out and hung up Vincent slide down the stairs, going over to the kitchen and drank from the milk carton Arth doesn't know what's going on right now, so he's just gonna sit here and do whatever he's doing. Call him when he's needed. The young girl paced up and down the room. Just then, a piece of paper caught her eye that was lying down on top of the dinner table. She grabbed it and read it. After finishing reading it, she freaked out a bit more. What the hell was she supposed to do? She was so concerned that she didn't notice Vincent. "ARTHUR!" she called out "GET DOWN HERE!" Vincent had his hair down with a cucumber facial mask "Coming, give me like a second," Arthur walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitche- "Vincent, dude, no. Five- or, SIX other people, counting that other new fangirl person, live here, man." His mood just went from bored to a little pissed (but not enough to actually yell or break anything). Oh yeah, he forgot Angy called him for something, so he'll finally face her. "What do you need again?" "What is this?!" she pointed at the note "Did you know about this?!" Vincent put the milk carton back and hummed over to meet the other two "No? I've been in my room like, all day, how would I know?" He should probably grab something, now that he thinks about it. "I just received a call from a client saying they're waiting for us, yet neither Era or Ari told us a darn thing about it!" Angy then placed the note back down "And now suddenly you're in charge?! I thought they were the ones who handled all of these things but noo they had to go and do whatever the heck" She sighed "Do you have Ari's phone number?" "Of course I have Ari's phone number. But if they're on a case that takes Era and Ari, they probably don't have signal." He'd shrug, entering his phone password (and hiding it from the other two) and tapping Contacts, handing her his phone. "Please don't look at anything else. Not like it's bad, just that it'd be pretty rude if you didn't." He's gonna throw that milk away later just sayin'. That, or hide it from Vincent somehow. Vincent read over the note and shrugged, "Also, I used all the bath soap. I brung over some of my own bath salts. The toilet is broken and the shower is clogged." Vincent no "Trust me, I don't want to see anything on your phone for now" She tapped Ari's name and the phone started ringing. She knew Arthur was probably right about the rest of the team not having signal but for the situation they were in right now, it didn't hurt to try. "I'm not fixing it, that's all up to you, dude." He's probably wearing the clothes the mun posted Arthur being in earlier. Arthur's just gonna sneak his way into the living room, sitting on the couch and being bored. Aka literally the picture that mun sent Arthur being in. Vincent groaned, "I know how to repair explosives and illegal weaponary. But bathrooms?" He came over next to Arthur and turned on the TV "The note said you're in charge! You have to fix this or at least tell Ari what the heck is going on!" She kept impatiently waiting for the co-leader to answer her phone. "Sounds like a personal problem." "You can try to," It's probably playing a kids network, like Nick Jr. or something, especially because of who last used the TV. "Ari! Where the hell are you?!" She said once she heard Ari's voice "I just read the note that you left us!" "I'm not being in charge; YOU can be in charge, th- oh nevermind." He'd tell himself, seeing as Angy was talking to Ari now. On the other end of the line, you can hear someones voice rambling about Spop and the other girls She covered the phone "I'm not going to be in charge of anything!" she whispered yelled, then going back to talking to Ari and hearing the voice of a man ramble. She was quite confused but it wasn't her problem "Mind explaining?!" "What do mean North Carolina?! Also, I have your brother's phone because I wanted you to know that you might have forgotten a little appointment in an abandoned hospital?" "A test? You know, there's a thing that is called com-" she was interrupted by Ari yelling "Max" Who was Max? Before she could ask however, Ari had already hung up on her. Angy cursed as she face palmed herself. Vincent put his arm around Arthur, not exactly touching him. Vincent didn't really seem to think about it. Woah hey there Vincent, getting a little touchy. He's gonna. Scoot a little. Itty bit. It's been like, a day man. He'd also shout 'yo' at the mention of himself. Vincent doesn't even know why Arthur is scooting, but continues to laugh at Tom and Jerry killing eachother. After cursing at herself for a few more moments, Angy knew what she had to do. She went over to the couch, handing Arthur his phone "C'mon you two, we gotta go" She then started walking away to her room in order to get ready herself. "Go where?" Vincent got up "Well, we gotta go and clean up the shit Ari and Era left us because apparently it's a test and right now I just wish I could stab myself" "Do we have to though?" Arth really doesn't wanna go anywhere. Let him sit here and do absolutely nothing. "Trust me, I wish we didn't either but we get payed for this." Angy replied "Plus, I don't want to get yelled at" "I have an appointment with a guy who wants to collect my diamonds...But just small ones..." He'd sigh. "Fine," He's gonna sit here 'till they move, though. "Where we going?" "Your diamonds can wait for a bit, right now we just need someone to drive us over there because it seems that they took the car." Going alone with Arthur would have been fine but she didn't want to leave the possible insane man with bombs and guns alone in their home, not to mention it was part of the "test" she had no choice but to go with him. "The call was from a Allie Richsun, she said that it was an abandoned hospital." "I'll drive, my Porsh just got right out of the shop! New brand new paint job~" "Y'know, the last time we got involed with abandoned places didn't end well, but that's fine I guess." He'd shrug, getting up. "Anything specific about the ghost? Special things we might need to bring?" "ILL BRING EXPLOSIVES!!" Excitement and energy in Vincent's eyes "NO. No explosives. Explosives are bad in an abandoned place. I broke bones because of it. I had three floors of rubble on my little innocent teenage body. No explosives." Vincent groaned loudly, though a glint in his eyes told the he's going to bring some anyways "Ah fuck.." she muttered as she went back to the phone and called back the client. Unfortunately, she didn't pick up "Well shit.. I sort of hung up on her and she didn't exactly tell me what was going on so I guess we bring all of the things just in case." She turned over to Vincent "No explosives. Gut red isn't a good paint color for walls, trust me" "Don't worry 'bout it. No explosives..." "I have a strong feeling there's still gonna be explosives." G l a r e at Vincent before he runs up the stairs to get his stuff. Angy didn't completely trust Vincent's word but had no time to argue and headed off to get dressed and grab the things they needed VINCENT RUNS UP He can be heard gathering heavy equipment and dropping a large item as it makes a huge BAM When Angy heard the noise, it almost caused her to drop her ghost tracker and almost break it "Damn it Vincent.." she muttered before continuing to collect several things He walks over to the bathroom and washes his facemask off A crack can be heard in the bathroom "I broke the sink." Angy finally left her room and heard the crack from the bathroom "Hey? Mr. German guy? We can't exactly wait for you forever" Vincent walked out with his regular outfit and a large leather backpack "I'll call my plumber. He gives me a great discount when I put a gun to his head" "Nice, okay. Now, where the heck is Arthur?" Arthur heads to his room, grabbing his journal and gun and stuffing those in there. What else did he need? Uhh, maybe he should bring some markers.. naah, it'll just take up space. Besides, the only two types of markers he could grab are the expensive ones or Cray-ohmygod. "VINCENT, what the FUCK," He'd grab a few things real quick before putting on his jacket (not the fur one, the other one that doesn't make him look like he just got out of a heckign pool. It's probably like bright red too. What a nerd) and grabbing his messenger bag, charging up to the other two. "Here!!" Despite running at speeds probably not appropriate for a 15-year-old, he stopped and prevented himself from crashing into the other two. also he probably put on some heckin pants, mun forgot to add that part in "Alright guys go get in my Porshe outside. I'll go grab the keys and go" "Don't take too long, for all we know this woman is gonna be fucking pissed at us but hell, that isn't our problem." Angy then walked out the home, waiting near the Porshe for Vincent. She looked at the car, did this man have some serious money? Probably not. Knowing him, he probably did something else which Angy wasn't eager to know. Here he come!! Probably sprinting cause now he's suddenly in the mood for ghost hunting. Probably because of his bag. Anyways, he's also out there now, just sort of doing that thing where you seesaw your feet back and forth and you sway with it. Mun is probably gonna edit this later with a better description of it. Vincent comes to the porshe with his pink keys with a poodle on his keychain, hopping in and starting it Arthur takes shotgun, and no one's gonna stop him. He's probably gonna mention the keys later. :^) "Where to sweetheart?" With the doors unlocked now, Angy sat inside in the backseat, seeing as Arthur had taken the passenger seat. Once she sat down, there was a new problem at hand. Where was the abandoned hospital? "Wh-" Sweetheart? He's. Flustered. A little bit. His jimmies have been russled- "Hey, can I have my phone back by the way?" "I wonder if they're talking about that abandoned hospital on 26 Street" "You casually just know about run down hospitals?" "How would you know where that is?" This man has been here for like. A day. Two days. What. "I hear about it in China Town" "You must hear about a lot of places in China Town." "Strip clubs and stuff. Ye" "I guess we should look there then" "Best guess. But- wait, do you hear about them AT strip clubs or do you hear ABOUT strip clubs?" Does he want this question answered? Haha no. But he already said it so too late. "There isn't time for this! Let's go" Vincent took a second to say, "Both..' "Uh- okay yeah let's just. Go. Hehe." Woo this got awkward. He probably should've expected this, but now that he's heard it he's got mixed feelings about this guy. Vincent backed out of the drive way and started to drive to the street, cranking up classical music He quietly sang to it Angy sat in the backseat looking out the window, being surprised at Vincent's music choice. She didn't really expect it but she just shrugged it off. After about eight minutes, Vincent stopped the car. Pointing at a large mossy medical building pointing up from the trees Okay, he didn't expect this. Especially hearing about the fact Vincent's been to a strip club atleast once, if not other times before. "So.. pink keys, huh?" Mun was going to start conversation but oop they're here. "A friend gave them to me..." "A friend gave you your car keys." Angy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, getting ready for the mission and how she was going to deal with the client and both Vincent and Arthur. "Okay, we're finally here. Arthur, when we get there, you're the one who's leading since you're still in charge" "Uh, no. You're the leader now. You're better than me at the whole tracker thing. I'm just good at writing it down and occasionally breaking things. As the person in charge, I now give you my rank. Or something like that." "Ugh. Your sister is going to kill me but, fair enough. C'mon." She opened her backside door and got out, feeling the cool misty air hit her face. He'd get out of the vehicle aswell, going ahead of the others and waiting outside the door. Vincent followed along, kicking dirty cans scattered around. what did those cans do to you. Allie blinked, looking at the three childing "uh..hello there! Are you P.E.T?" she asked, a tinge of worry in her voice. they didnt look like adulted Angy made her way across the large field to the main building where the lady was "Yes, we are P.E.T, paranormal exploration trackers! We are terribly sorry for keeping you waiting, traffic was a bit crazy" she lied to the woman. Allie rose an eyebrow, nodding slightly "um..just saying. you may need this, considering your teammates Angy dear. now, go ahead and head inside" she handed Angy a piece of paper, which..counted their lives? thats odd. "and Arthur, Ari told me about you. No killing things. you either Vincent. the ghosts are for capturing, not killing." Oh shit that's the person. Or who he guesses is the person. He just gives a small wave. "Wh- what do you mean? I'm not gonna kill them," He probably would if he really needed to. He's gonna rush over there, doot de doo Vincent shrugged and looked over at the piece of paper with their lives, "Do I actually have that many lives?" "Yes. dont let them waste m'dear" Allie hummed "or else i might have to retract quite a few." "We're gonna die?" Vincent said anxiously, looking over at Arthur. Angy was taken a bit aback by how this stranger knew some things about them but it seemed that Ari had talked to her about them. Angy took the paper and read their lives, Vincent peering over her shoulder and reading the paper as well "I guess so, it's surprising.." Angy looked up at the lady when she threatened Vincent "Okay then.. um.. Let's go guys, I do hope you do have your flashlights, it seems pretty dark in there" Allie paused "actually" Wh?? What?? "Well yeah, I died once, it's not that bad." Arthur shut up, you've only died once as a kid. "im gonna need your flashlights" she held out her hands "and equipment" "No." "What?" "NU UH!" "yes! Give me flashlights and equipment please. and dont try killing me, ill retract livees~" she sang "No." He'd turn around, leaving the building. "No." "We are not letting you have our flashlights." Vincent started to join Arthur He'd walk back to the car, opening the door and staring at the women directly in the eyes.. "No." And sitting in the passenger seat. "You do know we need these to get the job done right?" Allie flew over and grabbed Arthur by the hood, holding him in the air and humming "kid. listen. this is a test. if you cant fare without a flashlight and equipment i could have Ari force you to leave PET, and ill easily take all your lives." "Okay, make me leave PET! That's fine! Just don't like, take my lives maybe? That'd be nice maybe!" "What the-" Angy saw the lady no clip and immediately ran to where she was with Arthur "Hey! You leave him alone!" "I will gladly let myself get fired from PET aslong as I don't, y'know, die forever? Can that be arranged maybe, I dunno?" "The hospital has equipment, flashlights, and other various objects hidden around it. you'll find them. and Arth. ooh Arth. You'll die forever really soon either way with your reckless lil acts" Vincent grabbed Arthur by the legs and tugged him away from Allie's grasp, holding Arthur in a carrying position "You know, I'm starting to question Ari's methods. And you didn't tell us this was Ari's plan sooner because..?" Allie glared at Vincent and swooped down, grabbing Arthur again and pulling him away, flying up high enough for Arthur and herself to be out of anyones reach "HEY! Give him back!" "You really quite are. plus no teamwork. this excerise would force you to use teamwork, your wits, and forcing yourself to brave darkness and ghosts you cannot injure. All three of you. and use weapons you arent used too." "Okay sorry, say that again? I can't hear you over mY FEAR OF YOU CARRYING ME SO HIGH UP IN THE AIR TO WHICH I CAN DIE!" Angy's anxiety started to rise up seeing Arthur being so high up. She turned to Vincent "Do something!" Allie grinned "Exactly!! if i drop you, boom. i can snatch away all your lives. So, i suggest you listen unless you want to die, and Angy and Vincent, you might not want a very very pissed off Ari. or dead friend." Vincent shrugged and rummaged through his bag "CAN YOU PLEASE PUT ME DOWN??" Boi stop screaming- Allie sighed, looking at Vincent "you hurt me, i slam this boy into a tree." Vincent yelled in anger "LIKE, NOT THAT I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS BUT BEING SO HIGH UP KINDA SCARES PEOPLE EVERY NOW AND THEN!" "Well no shit, Ari's going to be really pissed when she finds out YOU KILLED HER BROTHER!" Allie blinked "...Arthur may be her brother, but she'd forgive me for killing him. i know she would. if she doesnt, i can strip her of lives too" Allie, please th boi is scard pls let him down he doesn't like this. he's kicking and flailing nonono sTop nO- "HEY, LIFE LADY! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS IF YOU PUT ME ON SOLID GROUND!" "What the shit Ari..?" she said under her breath Vincent drops his bag and all his weapons and flashlight, "Bring Arthur down in peace" wowza thank u stronk german man. Mun lowkey wants to make him start tearing up but.. nah. Allie frowned "that wouldnt be much fun! Arthur, you drop your stuff too. easy to do, holding you under shoulders, not arms. Same for you Angy." "I'll catch your stuff Arthur!" Shouting below and raising his hands up Angy sighed but did what she was asked to do. Angy was never the one to turn to violence but this "woman" was testing her patience. Allie blinked, then grinned, simply 'despawning' all of Arthurs stuff "Wh-" oH My gOD. "DID YOU JUST DELETE MY FUCKING JOURNAL???" "huh" "no, dumbass. its in my inventory." there goes all of Vincent and ANgys stuff "Arthur please! Don't do something stupid!" Mun would like to add that Arthur is probably clinging to this lady. That or has a very strong grip and struggling immensely. Allie smiled "now, i have full control over the hospital. brightness levels, windows, even making it collapse. Im putting you three in there with 5 lives. meaning if one of you die, you all lose a life. But you'll respawn pretty quick. Dont give yourselves perma-killed. got it?" she chuckled "im locking you in there as well, how about ya'll go on in, ill throw Arthur in in a second." "Just.." Angy sighed "Please bring him down..?" "YES, YEAH PUT ME DOWN, THAT- THAT'S PROBABLY- GOOD," "This is scarier than that one guy throwing up in China town" "Get. in. the. hospital." she snapped, letting her eyes go all Sally-demon creepy stuff Angy turned to Vincent with a grossed out face but did not want to ask Vincent was the first one walking into the hospital Okay NOW he's tearing up. He's actually scared right now. Please don't drop him. He's not even scared of Allie, just the fact he might fall any second. Angy looked up at Arthur, noticing the tears and growing even more worried but she had no choice and followed Vincent to the building. Allie sighed "dont be such a baby. Ari said you were all brave. thats why i grabbed you. ew. put the tears away" she let go of one of his arms to slap him, before just holding him by one arm. "speaking of Ari, just know she told me to do none of this. im doing it for fun. so uh, if you get mad at her shes just gonna come after me and..yea, i dont wanna kill her. So." Allie shrugged "just dont get pissed at her for my actions." He'd scREECH, clinging to the one arm for dear life. Whoops he's too busy screaming and panicking to notice he has his phone. Because that's what you do when you're 15 feet in the air, being carried by some sort of floating lady who threatened to bash you into a tree and threatened to end you and your friends' existences permanently. "HEY, C-CAN YOU TELL WHOEV- WHOEVERS CALLING ME THAT- THAT I CAN'T PICK UP RIGHT NOW, KINDA DYING," Angy felt her pockets and felt her phone. Her eyes widened as she realized that she hadn't given it up. She started walking faster toward the building, finding a place where she though Allie wouldn't see her. She frantically started dialling Ari and hoping she would pick up. "Ari!" She whispered yelled into the cellphone, feeling angry and panicked and not wanting Allie to hear. "I hope you're happy with your fucking test because your brother is going to die now!" "What do you mean you didn't know!? This creepy woman right now has your brother hanging from 15ft up in the air!" Angy was completely confused but the tone Ari had in her voice sounded genuine "Trust me Ari.. I would save him if I could but this "woman", I don't even know what she is anymore, took all of our stuff." "Ari, please calm down" Angy felt some tears in her eyes as well. As much as she was mad before, thinking Ari had done this on purpose, she hated hearing any of the people she cared for cry. "She told us to give up our stuff and we did but.. she's not letting him go.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I don't know what to do..W-wait.. Billy..?" Is he gonna die?? Maybe he's gonna die. He feels like dying now. Maybe he should let go. But nah, Allie might regret it. But she should. He should focus more on screaming. Let's do that. Allie hummed, now swinging Arthur from side to side, refusing to drop him until Vincent went into the damn hospital If Ari meant for this to be like this, then would she want him dead? Maybe he SHOULD let go, that is if one of the only relatives he ever got along with decided to send him on a suicide mission. But there were also people here that cared about him, and that was bad too. I mean Angy sort of cared about him. Era was pretty okay. He barely got to know Spop or the other new intern, and Vincent seemed.. interesting? He's like, panicking less now, but still panicking. Maybe crying. A part of him is telling him to let go, but at the same time telling him that it'd be worth it if he just held on. Allie hummed "seems like your friends are inside. aww.. guess i gotta put you down. remember. five lives. Dont get yourselves killed, got it?" Allie kind of, threw Arthur into the hopsital lightly, before locking all the doors, leaving them in a completely dark room, still with cellphone service by the way. "Arthur, thank god!" Angy immediately ran up to him, ignoring Ari, who was still on the line "Are you okay?" "Why don't we use the cell for a light? Also, Arthur, nice air time" Oh boy now he's panicking More. Now not only is he without his phone, but also not knowing where everyone is and just kinda. Crawls on the ground until he can find something to grab. "Th- than- tha- yeah," Probably Angy or Vincent's leg, that or like a chair or something. Depends on how intact the hospital is, really. "Don't worry, you're safe here with us.." "Wow, watch where youre grabbing Arthur. You have your hand mighty close to my crotch I mean like you can if it makes you feel better" Vincent coughed nervously Angy, noticing she was still in the call with Ari, gave the phone to Arthur "It's your sister." He's too shocked to say anything, just sort of. Grabs fo-- LIGHT!! YES LIGHT FUCKING HELL-- he doesn't even care if there's someone on the other side, he just turns on the flashlight and shines it on his friends. "You're there, and you're there, that's good, we're good, we're not dead, I'm not dead, what do we do now." He's turning the flashlight every which way, making sure he's seen just about every dark spot in his view. "Arthur, your sister is on the phone. She has no idea who the fuck was the woman holding you up so high" "Oh hey Ari, by the way what the FUCK DID YOU DO THIS FOR?" "Yeah, I did almost die, because apparently you think it's neat to just send us on this mission you weren't here for that could've and might get us killed." He'd sigh. "Okay, thank you, but I'm still kind of pissed, just- come soon? Maybe? Please? I don't think this lady is gonna be happy with us talking to you for this long." Boy wipes his tears. No he didn't cry what're you talking about. He's gonna, start going somewhere with his phone flashlight. He has like, somewhat full battery, 60%. He'll be fine. Allies watching them from the shadows, she made a silent angry noise and snapped, forcing Arthurs phone to die. There the light goooess "Fuck.." Angy looked around in complete darkness "Guys, I think it's best if we stick together for now, just in case.." You can hear Vincent crashing into stuff "Was that you Vincent?" Knowing Arthur was closer to her than the young man. It must have been him rEET- "Oh oF FUCKiNG CourSE!!" He was very tempted to just smash it on the ground but. He stopped himself. No, he thought. It's a phone. He's gonna just, try locating his friend, finding Angy first and grabbing her wrist, before trying to find Vincent. "Vincent, can you just like, yell or something?" It may not be evident cause they're in the fucking dark, but he's very spooped right now. save him A small click echoes through the silent dark room followed by a loud gunshot "I found a gun!" Well, atleast he could see that. Guns do that thing where they do the light and then the shot right. Because if so he'll just walk right over there and grab the boy's wrist. "There, now we're together!" He. Didn't think that statement through. "You have a strong grip" "Whatever you say, dude." He'd 'look' over the rest of the darkness. "Now.. how do we get around here." "Okay then.." Angy tried to ignore Arthur's awkward comment "Anyways, we gotta at find a way out of here before we do end up being slammed into trees. How we'll navigate is a whole other question.." Vincent heard his favorite song play in the dark, "Guys! I hear something!" He says softly, mesmerized by the sound and disappearing into the dark "Yeah that's kinda- Wh- HEY!" Arthur tried to chase after him, but at the sound of his footprints, he was probably gone. He'd sigh, "Are you kidding me," He'd mumble under his breath. Angy was confused but tried to grab Vincent by his shirt "Hold up! It could be a trap!" But it was too late The song stopped in the silence, Vincent now totally gone and the dark wrapping around the two

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