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hideawayintheimaginationworld · 4 years

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I am Machine: Chapter 8

One week had passed, Alec noticed Helpy seemed really excited about something.

“What are you jumping about for?” Alec asked him before he started to work.

“August 18th,” He replied, “It’s a great day!”

Alec was confused, did Helpy know...?

“It's the pizzeria's 50th anniversary, a big milestone,” Helpy continued talking, “The first location was opened August 18th 1970. It's also Lefty’s birthday.”

Of course, Helpy wouldn’t know, why did Alec assume?

Wait. Lefty’s birthday was on the 18th of August? He assumed they didn't celebrate anything like Birthdays.

“It’s Lefty’s birthday?”

“Yes, I don't know his real age, I've tried to guess but I never get it right!” Helpy huffed, “And he won't tell me!”

Alec couldn’t help but lightly laugh at that, that sounded like what Lefty would do. Over the last week he learnt a lot about Lefty and Helpy, Helpy did actually sleep talk so Alec saw why on that night Lefty believed he was just sleep talking.

“Hey! When’s your birthday? Mine is February 15th! The day after Valentine’s day! I apparently also share my birthday with some animatronic named Fetch! I never met him but I've seen pictures of Fetch! Of course, it's all old photos, he was made in the 1980s..... I think our history is interesting!”

“My birthday?”

“Yes, you said you're 15 when are turning 16?”

“This is really funny... My birthday is also August 18th....”

“Wow! You share Lefty’s birthday!”

“Well, I'd guess I'm younger than him....” Alec said scratching his nose.

“We can do something for your birthday too! Just because you're a Lonely Freddy now, it doesn’t mean we can't celebrate!”

"I don't know....”

“You only turn 16 once, plus as far as I believe you've never had a birthday here!”

“Well, I honestly don't have a lot of friends to justify it.”

“Why not? You seem like a nice kid,” Helpy said.

“I just... Don't get the chance, I don't talk to people a lot...” That was kind of true, he was notorious for not talking to people unless they started to irritate him, a good thing was the fact he wasn't targeted by bullies but he didn't exactly attract friends, he only had three guys at school who he considered friends.

He was almost certain he shouldn’t tell Helpy about them because they fell into the same crowd as him, so he said: “I use to have a great friend named Oscar but he moved away a couple of years ago after his father died... I've been wondering if I could get in touch with him...”

“Well, that's one of the first things you should do when you go home! Go and contact him! I'm sure he'll want to hear from you!”

When. It was nice Helpy was assuming he would get to go home and resume his life like nothing had happened.

“And hey I'm your friend now! So is Lefty! Lewis could be your friend too!”

“I never thought of that.....” Alec muttered.

“Well, I am! Hey, are you hungry? The pizzeria's closed today so we could go out into the kitchen and maybe we’ll find a pizza for lunch! We just have to watch out for the others and Mr Adams,” Helpy nodded.

“Mr Adams?”

“Our in-store technician, he's working in the back, doing repairs, checking the systems for bugs... We probably won't run into him...” Helpy walked to the door and opened it, Alec followed him outside and they went through the three doors that led them to the backstage area, then outside into the main dining area.

It was quiet.

“Why is it quiet?”

“Mike said some sickness is going around, so we need to start closing a few days a week for now,” Helpy explained, “We’re trialling being closed every second day... Might be good sometimes Lefty gets exhausted particularly on Fridays.”

Helpy and Alec walked around to the kitchen, Helpy looked inside, “Great! No one is here! Let's go!” They both stepped inside.

“Where is everyone?” Alec looked around feeling slightly anxious.

“I know Bonnie's in repair, you know Lefty is deep in research right now, Foxy is probably out the front, Chica is cleaning the party rooms I believe, Freddy is in his room I think, Security might be asleep, The Melodies and Lewis are..... Well, they're not working today so they’re at home today... Hey, we can visit Lewis! His house is close by! We just need to ask Lefty for the key to open the front door! The only thing is that usually, Lefty doesn’t like going out during the day because we could be seen... That's the only condition Mike told us when Lefty was allowed to have the key, he needs to be careful to not be caught outside, and Lefty must always relock the door when he comes back.”

“I see why you can't be caught outside..” Alec nodded knowing the most likely case is if someone saw an 8-foot-tall black bear outside the pizzeria, they would call the police.

Helpy walked over to the fridge, “Oh yes! There's still some leftover pizza dough that Lefty made! Lefty always makes the best pizza! We can put whatever we want on it!” Helpy pulled it out and walked to the kitchen island, no surprise there were steps on the side, so he was able to place it on the bench.

“Do you want anything interesting? I once made a dessert pizza and it was amazing.”

“A dessert pizza?” Alec rose his eyebrow.

“Chocolate and Marshmallows,” Helpy answered.

“Oh....”

“Let’s just have a plain cheese with some oregano...”

“Sounds good!”

Helpy had gathered everything except the oregano.

“I don't understand! It’s supposed to be here with the pepper and chilli powder!” Helpy was frustrated as he looked in the cabinets, he then groaned, “I really don't want to disturb Lefty unless I really need to... Maybe somebody misplaced it?”

Alec and Helpy looked in every cabinet, essentially they worked as a team, searching every place where it could be.

“Oh no don't tell me Pigpatch did it again....” Helpy groaned then stood on his tiptoes.

“Yup, he put the freaking Oregano on top of the fridge again! He knows I can't reach it without asking somebody! He's done it to deliberately annoy me!!”

“I’ve climbed on the fridge before, I can get it...” Alec nodded.

“Sure? Just don't fall... It's not a big fall to a human but to someone as small as you are now, you could break something,” Helpy said.

Alec had climbed into the bench next to the fridge, he used the container of flour next to it as a platform to get closer, he then jumped up and grabbed the edge. Pulling himself up to the top.

“Good job! I wouldn’t have thought to do that!” Helpy nodded.

Alec smiled, then he heard the door open, and looked, his heart dropped, he backed away so he wasn’t seen.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Oh just myself Bonnie!!” Helpy exclaimed, “I’m just saying I did a good job to solve a problem that’s been bugging me!”

“Good for you! Are you making pizza for lunch?”

“Yes, I'm giving some to Lefty.”

“Do you know what's going on with him? He's acting more jumpy than usual, and he was carrying around the book where we keep the names of all the people who visit, he keeps going into his room saying he's got a bad headache or feels sick or something... And Foxy keeps talking about how Lefty has the missing Lonely Freddy in his possession. That's not right, right? He hates them, he use to say they were Nosy, Foxy's saying Lefty is keeping one like as a pet or an experiment,” Bonnie replied.

They noticed Lefty was acting differently.

“No, I don't know...” Helpy lied immediately.

“Something isn't right here, Lefty only does practice at night then says goodnight and leaves... He's been doing it for about a week now...” Bonnie nodded, “Hey don't you usually have oregano?”

“I think Petey put on the fridge to be a jerk to me. I was debating if I should try and climb up there myself.”

“You could hurt yourself, let me grab it...” Bonnie's hand was in Alec's vision and he panicked, he couldn’t get down because Bonnie could catch him and as far as Alec knew, Lefty hadn’t told the others that he existed.

“Oh no! I'll get a chair don't trouble yourself!!!” Helpy exclaimed knowing Alec was in danger of being found.

“No, it doesn’t bother me! I don't want you to hurt yourself if you do it wrong!”

“Bonnie, I can ask Lefty! You just got repaired, go rest!”

Bonnie grabbed Alec's foot, “What's this?”

Alec tried to pull his foot away but Bonnie’s grip was stronger than he expected.

“Bonnie leave it! I can solve this for myself!”

“I got something strange!” Bonnie pulled Alec forward, he froze in terror.

"Bonnie no!!!”

He released him but it was too late.

ꇙꄲꂵꏂ꓄ꁝ꒐ꋊꍌ ꃳꋬ꒯ ꁝꋬꇙ ꁝꋬꉣꉣꏂꋊꏂ꒯.

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years

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Sofia's New Teacher

Pairing: Single Dad!Ashton Irwin/Reader

Words: 1992

Author's note: I thought of this idea while talking to @the5sosdumpster and she told me to go for it and I did! I really hope you guys like it 💕😭 xoxo

It wasn't easy for Ashton, being a single father to a very outgoing three-year-old daughter. Sofia was just like her mother in almost every way. The only features she has of him are her hazel eyes and dimples.

No one expected for her mother, Lindsey, to just get up and leave when Sofia was a little over a month old. Ashton sure didn't. If he said that it didn't hurt waking up to an empty bed with all of his significant others belongings gone with no note whatsoever… he’d be lying.

Luckily he's had the boys and Jess help with her and he's grateful of that, he is. But, a part of him misses having a girlfriend. Having a three-year-old is a lot of deal breakers with the girls he's tried to see.

Ashton and Sofia were currently at the grocery store, doing the weekly food shopping for the house.

“Daddy! Animal Crackers!” Sofia shouted, pointing towards the shelf and Ash chuckles.

“Okay, okay. We'll get some animal crackers. I can put these in your lunchbox when you start school, baby girl,” he grins, picking up the red box before setting it into the cart.

The two continued on, moving down the juice aisle. Ashton scratched his jaw, trying to remember which one was her favorite when Sofia threw his car keys on the ground.

The three-year-old giggles, looking up at her father with a wide grin, dimples indented in her cheeks. Ashton bends down to pick up his keys, shoving them in his pocket before returning his attention to Sofia. “Daddy, can I get down? I wanna pick the juice,” she said and Ash nodded, lifting his daughter out of the cart before putting her down.

He watches with a smile as she looks at the juice boxes, her small fingers running along the plastic covering. She lets out a small gasp, grabbing the apple one before handing it to her father. “Apple, huh? That's daddy’s favorite too,” he chuckled while setting it into the cart.

Ashton turns back around to see Sofia gone and his heart drops into his stomach, panic beginning to settle in. “Sofia?! Sofia!”

He ditched the cart, running out of the aisle to see her in a woman’s arms. A large smile was on both of their lips as the Y/H/C lady was laughing.

“Daddy!” She calls out, waving to the twenty-eight-year-old and Ash lets out a sigh of relief, stepping towards them.

“Thanks so much for not letting her get kidnapped or something,” he mumbles to the gorgeous woman, his heart fluttering a bit as she shook her head.

“It's no problem. This lil’ cutie came up to me and complimented my dress. So brave for a,” you trailed off, glancing towards the incredibly handsome man. C'mon, Y/N! He's surely not single. He's got a daughter.

“Sofia. Her name is Sofia. She's three,” Ashton fills in the blank and you looked back at his daughter.

“Sofia?!” You asked her and she nods, giving a toothy grin. “That's such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Ashton couldn't keep his eyes off you, your beauty radiating in the brightly lit grocery store as you smiled lovingly at his little girl.

You looked back towards her father after feeling his eyes on you, blushing a bit before handing her back. “Make sure you don't give daddy a heart attack again, okay?” You asked her and she nods, chewing on one of her small fingers.

The sandy brunette licks his lips before glancing down at his daughter, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you again,” Ash mentioned and you nodded.

“It's not a problem. I love kids,” you tell him and Ashton swears that his heart is going to explode. Where has this mysterious woman been these past few years?!

You had just walked into your new classroom, eyes lighting up at the fairly large space. Your fingers ran over the wooden desk, grinning at the nameplate in the center of the desk.

“I can't believe I'm finally teaching,” you muttered to yourself, sitting on top of your desk. “It'll be a fantastic year.

After almost two hours of decorating your classroom, which honestly you probably should've done a couple days ago since it's the first day of school, you were finally finished. You took a step back, looking over your work when a knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

A smile came to your lips as one of the other teachers stood at your door, kids and their parents standing in the hallway. A flutter of butterflies went off in your stomach becoming a bit nervous as you walked towards the wooden door.

“You ready for your first day?” Mrs. Jackson asked and you nod your head.

“I'm super excited. Hi, kiddos! Come on in,” you tell them as the began piling in. “Have a good first day, Mrs. Jackson.”

She gives you a smile, nodding before retreating back to her room which is a couple doors down.

You turn around to go into the classroom when you bump into someone. “Oh, I'm so sorry-,” you started to apologize but cut yourself off when you realize who it was. The man from the grocery store… the really cute man.

His lips parted in surprise as Sofia ran into the room, already talking to the other kids. “H-Hey!” He softly smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “Are you the teacher?”

You nod, blushing a bit as he stared down at you, nodding his head. “Is… Sofia’s mother here?” You ask and the smile on the handsome man’s face fell before he shook his head.

“Uhm, Lindsey’s uh, not in the picture,” he mumbled and you frowned, feeling your heart drop as you look past him towards Sofia. “It's just been us since she was one month old.”

“Oh, wow. I'm sorry I didn't know,” you started, laying a hand on his arm. “But, how she was at the grocery store and what I'm seeing now… you've done an amazing job.”

Ashton smiled softly, his heart thudding against his chest. “Thanks, uh Miss L/N,” he awkwardly chuckled and you let out a quiet snort.

“Y/N, you can call me Y/N, Mr. Irwin,” you grinned, fumbling with your fingers.

“Please, call me Ashton or Ash. Mr. Irwin makes me sound old,” he laughed and your heart swelled at the beautiful sound, nodding your head.

You invited him in and you watched as he walked towards his daughter who was playing blocks with two other children. You leaned against your desk, arms crossing over your chest as your eyes went to each child that was with their parents.

It's gonna be a good year. I can feel it.

It's been almost two months since Sofia started school and honestly, Ashton was glad she loved it. He was at ease knowing she'd be safe with you while he was at work.

He was currently parked outside the school, leaning against the side of his car while waiting for the end of the school day. Ashton’s phone was pressed against his ear, Calum talking into it.

“I don't know why you don't ask her out. You said it yourself that she's different from the others. I wouldn't want her to slip from my grasp,” Calum told him for the millionth time and he sighed.

“I know, Calum, I know. It's just… I have no idea if she's seeing anyone. I don't wanna make a fool of myself,” Ashton told his best friend, his slender fingers tapping against his thigh.

“That's why you ask! Oh my god. It's like you're in fucking high school again. Just do it,” he laughs and Ash rolls his eyes.

“Fine. I will. Gotta go,” he mumbled into the phone, saying goodbye to Calum before hanging up the phone and sliding it into his pocket.

Ashton searched the crowd of kids for his Sofia, getting a little anxious as he didn't see her. You came out behind the kids, his breath catching in his throat as Sofia was on your back.

Your eyes meet his and Ash gives a small wave. Other parents met up with their kids, one by one leaving the school. You walked up to Ashton, a grin on your lips as you took in his stare.

“Daddy!” Sofia yells happily, shifting herself on my back so she could reach out to him. “Did you see Miss Y/N give me a piggyback ride?!”

Ashton laughs, grabbing a hold of his little girl. “I did! So, guess what?” He muttered to Sofia and you watched as her hazel eyes widened.

“What?” Her tiny voice asks, her little fingers toying with the hair on the base of Ash’s neck.

“Uncle Cal, Luke, Mike, and I are gonna take you to get ice cream,” Ashton tells her and she lets out a small gasp, giving a toothy grin while chanting ice cream! He puts his daughter in the car, buckling her up as she continued the chants.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head at how adorable she is. Ash closes the door after securing his daughter in her car seat. You were about to walk away when Ashton grabs your wrist in his large hand.

“Uh, wait,” he stumbled and you could see the nervous look on his face, his cheeks sporting a light pink blush. “I was, uh, I was wondering if you were seeing anyone?”

You swear your heart stopped, taking a few seconds to take in to make sure he asked what you heard. You quickly shook your head, your heart pounding against your ribcage. “N-No, I'm not. I'm definitely single,” you stuttered out, a smile coming to your lips once you see Ashton’s lips form one.

“Great! Uh, great! W-Would you maybe want to exchange numbers? I'd love to take you out for dinner or make you dinner… if you want too of course,” Ashton stuttered out, scratching the back of his neck before glancing over his shoulder to check on Sofia.

You nod slightly, grabbing the blue marker that was in your back pocket before writing your number down onto his arm. “Call me, Ashton,” you smiled, pressing your lips together before waving goodbye to Sofia.

Ashton kept his eyes on you while you head back into the school, looking over your shoulder at him one more time before disappearing from his sight. He gulped, looking down at the number on his arm. Holy shit.

Ashton paced in his apartment after Mike and Jess picked up Sofia, taking her for the night. You were supposed to come to his place around six and it was currently 5:30 and Ash was freaking out just a bit.

It's fine. Everything will be fine. She seemed to be into you. Just be yourself. Ashton continuously told himself, running a hand through his curls before looking down at his outfit for the fifth time.

You stood outside his door, letting out a huff of breath while trying to gather enough courage to knock on the white wooden door.

C'mon, Y/N! He asked if you were single. That's like the sign of him liking you… right? You thought to yourself, biting your bottom lip as your stomach flipped with nerves.

You swallowed thickly, tucking some hair behind your ear before knocking on the door softly. You clasped your hands, rocking on your heels while you waited for Ash to answer the door.

Ashton stared at the door after hearing your knocking, taking a look around the living room and kitchen area to make sure everything was clean. The food was kept on warm on the stove, racing towards the island to grab the lighter, quickly lighting the candles.

Alright, Ashton. You got this. You got this… He took a deep breath, combing his fingers through his hair to fix it slightly before reaching out to open the door.

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leigh-kelly · 5 years

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A continuation of NYU!AU

After their trip to Jamaica, getting back into school mode is hard. Santana feels like she missed a lot of time that she could be writing papers and she spends a lot of time holed up in the library. When she comes back to their dorm at night, she’s exhausted and more often than not collapses right into bed while Brittany is still working on math stuff at her computer. The days ticking down to summer vacation make her feel dizzy and anxious but she knows that she can’t just abandon her school work to spend every possible second with Brittany.

When they finally think they’re going to have a Saturday off together, Brittany ends up having to go to some math conference at Brooklyn College and Santana is mopey when she leaves. She knows that she could use the time to get ahead on her work, but instead, she texts Marley to see if she wants to meet downtown. When Marley agrees to do brunch with her, she takes a shower and gets ready, figuring she’ll be back by mid-afternoon when Brittany should be done.

“Santana!” Marley calls out from a table in the restaurant and Santana goes over to her quickly and shimmies into the booth. “Who would have thought we’d be in the same city and have so little time to see each other?”

“It’s been nuts! I live with Brittany and I hardly ever see her.”

“Where is she? I thought you might bring her.”

“She’s at a math conference in Brooklyn. We’ll hopefully get to have dinner together for the first time since we were in Jamaica.”

“You don’t even know how jealous I am of your trip. My mom couldn’t afford to fly me home for break, so I pretty much sat in my dorm and did homework.”

“As amazing as my trip was, I could have really used the extra homework time.” Santana shakes her head. “Jeeze, I’ve hardly even been on Tumblr.”

“I noticed. Everyone sends me asks when they don’t hear from you.”

“Let’s make a post now.” Santana turns on her selfie camera and leans over the table, snapping the shot and posting the photo with the caption Don’t worry guys, Marley found me.

They have a really nice brunch and Santana tells Marley all about her drunken escapade in Jamaica while Marley tells Santana about the girl she kinda sorta met. When they’re finished, Marley tells Santana she has a paper to write and that she can’t stick around and Santana goes back to her dorm. She lays on the bed reading Henry James’ Washington Square while she waits for Brittany to get home. When she hears the key in the door she tries to finish the chapter she’s working on as quickly as possible.

“Babes.” Brittany smiles, looking really sexy in the blazer she wore for her conference. “I thought you might still be out.”

“Marley’s swamped with work too, I’m glad I at least didn’t have to spend the morning feeling bad for myself that you weren’t here. How was the conference?”

“Very mathy.” She laughs and crawls on the bed and over Santana to kiss her. “But good. Do you have to read all day?”

“Nope, this is actually for two weeks from now, so I have some time. Does this mean we actually get to hang out?”

“Miracle of miracles.” Brittany shrugs off her blazer and pulls her bra out of her sleeve. “Actually, I need to take off these pants too.”

“So I assume we’re staying in?” Santana chuckles.

“Totally. It’s like, torrentially raining out there now and I really don’t feel like wearing a bra anymore, so I say we order Chinese, watch a movie and make out.”

“Have I told you that you’re the best roommate ever?”

“Um, obviously.” Brittany stands up, unbuttons her blouse and looks entirely too sexy topless for Santana to even handle. “You have to change into your pajamas too.”

“One of us has to go downstairs to get the food.”

“I don’t care, I’ll go braless. It’s just the lobby.”

Brittany changes into boxers and an NYU sweatshirt and finally convinced Santana to get her pajamas on despite the fact that it’s only four o’clock in the afternoon. They get into bed together and Santana rests her head on Brittany’s chest, listening to her heart. She feels so at peace like that, just cuddled up in her girlfriend’s arms and she sighs contentedly, leaning up to kiss the bottom of Brittany’s chin. She barely notices the movie on in the background, she’s just so wrapped up in Brittany.

“Are you getting hungry?” Santana asks after the movie is over.

“I should eat.” Brittany nods, looking off in the distance.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just think that I might have forgotten to eat yesterday.”

“Britt.”

“It’s not a big deal.” She shakes her head. “I just got so wrapped up in math stuff and didn’t have any snacks on me and...I honestly shouldn’t be making excuses.”

“I know the stress of school is getting to you and I have a lot going on, but we should get up five minutes earlier in the morning and pack snacks. We have a ton in the closet...”

“I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“I know and I’m not going to make a big deal out of this because I can tell that it’s not a thing you need a big deal made out of, but I want you to know that you can talk to me if it becomes a thing.”

“I never want to go through hospitalization for anorexia again, I promise. I’ve been really good.” Brittany holds her breath and Santana watches her.

“Trust me, Britt, I know. And I know that you wouldn’t bring this up if you were trying to hide something from me.”

“I wouldn’t. You’ve been so good about it and I want to be honest with you.”

“I want you to always know that you can be honest with me.” Santana kisses her gently. “I’m not going to judge you if you’re going through something, but I’ll always make sure you get the help you need.”

“I know and I love you for that. But right now I just need some dinner.”

Santana pulls up the DoorDash menu and they add their items to the cart quickly. Brittany insists on paying because she said she’d really wanted to take Santana out for a nice dinner but weather and her unwillingness to put on pants prevented that. Letting Brittany stay pantsless even though she’d said she’d go downstairs, Santana pulls a sweatshirt over her shirt and goes to get the food. Though Santana is usually a little bit opposed to it, they spread the food out on the bed and Santana smiles a little watching Brittany take a big bite of her egg roll.

“Can we go to the Met tomorrow, or is your life too overwhelming?” Brittany asks mid-bite.

“I should honestly work on this paper, but I think it can wait. We haven’t had a museum date in awhile and I feel like looking at the period rooms will just give me inspiration.”

“You’re obsessed with the period rooms.” Brittany laughs.

“Well they’re obviously the best part. If I wasn’t gay...or brown...or a woman, I’d want to live in one of those colonial rooms.”

“I personally like running water and not wearing corsets. Also you hate wearing dresses.”

“Like I said, if I wasn’t a woman. I bet I could totally rock those tights and britches.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” Brittany shook her head. “But then again, I think you could rock anything.”

“I also would love to sleep in tomorrow. I feel like I’ve been getting up at the crack of dawn to sneak off to the library and today I was up early because you were up. I just want to stay cuddled up with you until we absolutely have to get out of bed.”

“I could totally be down with that.” Brittany agrees and then the lights flicker in their room before they go out completely.

“Oh my God, did we just lose power?” Santana’s eyes widen and she looks around, realizing that she can’t see anything.

“I’ll find the candles with the flashlight on my phone, just stay put.”

“How romantic.” Santana laughs as the glow of Brittany’s phone alights the room and before she knows it, there are candles lit all over. “Actually, this is really romantic.”

“Candle light dinner, the sounds of college students screaming in the hallway.”

“Are we the only ones not freaking out?”

“It sure sounds like it. I think it’s kind of cozy. Much better than this happening in the summer like it always used to when I was a kid. Not having air conditioning was always torture.” Brittany laments. “Very much like your Colonial fantasy.”

“Shut up. Let’s just finish eating so we can take full advantage of cuddling by candlelight.”

After they finish up their dinner, Santana gets rid of the trash and washes her hands before she crawls under the covers with Brittany. The sound of the rain and the flicker of the candles makes curling up in Brittany’s arms an even safer place than it usually is and Santana slips off her glasses, letting the glow of the candles blur before her eyes.

“I can’t believe we lost power.” Santana murmurs.

“I listened to this podcast about how all of the New York City powerlines are underground, I don’t even know how this happened.”

“Flooding, maybe. It’s really coming down out there.”

“I’m very happy that we’re not outside and I get to hold you close.” Brittany affirms. “This is my happy place.”

“You don’t think we should go down and check with security, do you?” Santana starts to worry, reaching for her glasses again before Brittany stills her hand.

“There are probably a zillion people down there fighting for space at the desk. I think we’re good right here.”

“Okay...” Santana hesitates a little. “You know I get nervous about things.”

“I do.” Brittany nods. “But I’ll obviously keep you safe.”

“I know you will. And it is nice and warm in your arms.”

“Yeah, see. If you go downstairs it’s going to be freezing and wet and smelly.”

“You smell nice.” Santana inhales Brittany and she grins in the low light.

“Thank you for talking to me before, Santana. It’s just nice to know that someone takes me seriously.”

“I think a lot of people take you seriously.”

“Maybe now, about math stuff, but I just...remember in high school how people thought I had an eating disorder for attention. Even after I got out of the hospital, there were all of these terrible whispers about me. It wasn’t something I could ever trust anyone enough to talk about.”

“Isn’t it important for you to be able to talk about it?”

“That’s what the doctors told me, but I felt weird talking to my mom and I never had anyone else to really go to. Even Kitty, who I guess was my closest friend...I just never felt safe telling her anything serious.”

“I don’t think that’s fair. You deserve people in your life who you can trust.” Santana furrows her brow.

“I’m like...the party girl I guess, people stick by me because I’m a good time. When anything real is going on with me, they aren’t real friends.”

“I always thought it was easy to be popular. When I was sitting by myself at lunch, I’d stare longingly at everyone surrounded by people and wish I had friends like that.”

“So much of it is fake. You’re the first person I’ve ever known who sees the real me.”

“That makes me sad.” Santana sighs. “You deserve better.”

“I found better. You’re not just my girlfriend, Santana. You’re my best friend in the world.”

“You’re my best friend too, Britt. I know I have Marley, but it’s different with you. You know me inside and out.”

Brittany doesn’t say anything else. She just kisses Santana and before either of them know it, their clothes are off and they lay completely bared to each other on the comforter of their bed. Santana crawls on top of Brittany and she admires her body in the soft glow of the candlelight. She watches the way Brittany’s throat moves when she kisses the top of her breasts, she watches the way her fingers open and close before she weaves them through Santana’s hair. She watches the way her chest rises and falls as she takes a pale nipple between her lips. She watches the way her lips part as she kisses lower and lower. She watches the way Brittany glistens between her thighs as she spreads her legs apart.

“You’re beautiful.” Santana whispers. “Every bit of you.”

“You remind me of that.” Brittany breathes. “Even when I look in the mirror and don’t like what I see.”

“I’ll always be here to remind you.” She presses a soft kiss to Brittany’s sex and feels the way her hips arch up, aching for more.

Santana makes love to Brittany in the slowest, most reverent way. She can’t imagine ever doing this without feelings because every touch of skin on skin, every hitch of Brittany’s breath, every soft caress of her face reminds her that she is cherished. When Brittany falls apart, Santana finds her hand and she meets her eyes, making Brittany see the love in her own as she pleasures her with her mouth. She knows Brittany has had others besides her and sometimes she’s uncertain if she’s skilled enough but in this moment, she knows that she’s giving Brittany something that she only has with her.

After Brittany rolls Santana onto her back and makes her every nerve ending buzz, they lay side by side in silence, hearts still pounding, toes still tingling. Their fingers are woven together and Santana has her head on Brittany’s chest, listening to the sound of her heart. There’s noise outside the door as people still panic about the lack of electricity, but for Santana, the world has stopped and she’s just in a state of bliss with the love of her life.

“I don’t want to leave you for the summer.” She murmurs. “I’m going to miss you every day.”

“We did okay last summer. We’ll visit each other as much as we possibly can.”

“It makes my heart hurt thinking about it. I know my mom is counting down the days until I come home, but all I do is dread that the days are passing so quickly. I feel like I’m home with you, here.”

“We’re going to build a home together once we graduate.” Brittany promises. “I’ll go with you wherever you decide to get your PhD. We’ll live in a tiny, crappy apartment and we’ll love every second of it.”

“Why do you think my dreams are bigger than yours?”

“Because they are. Math isn’t my dream, it’s just something I’m good at. I’ll find a place to do that wherever you are. I think you’re my biggest dream.”

“I want to help you find a dream as big as mine.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever find that. You’ve known what you wanted to do for almost all of your life. I spent most of mine thinking I’d just work at a chicken factory or something.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t find one now.” Santana shakes her head.

“I don’t mind doing math forever. As long as I get to dance for fun and be with you. I don’t have to have some big dream, I just want to be happy.”

“You sound like Blair from The Facts of Life.”

“I can honestly say I’ve never seen that show.”

“Oh my God Britt, really? It’s like the gayest show ever.”

“Isn’t it super old?”

“Yeah and super gay. We’re totally going to watch it.”

“Not right now though. I mean, we don’t have electricity anyway, but also I don’t want to move.”

“I’m good with not moving ever again.” Santana smiles. “I love when you hold me like this.”

“You’re such a tiny spoon. I love that I get to cuddle with you.”

“Sometimes I can’t believe that I was scared us living together wasn’t going to work out.”

“Because you’re silly.” Brittany laughs. “Also, this is your first relationship so I get it.”

“I just don’t want anything to ever mess us up. You mean too much to me.”

“You mean that much to me too.”

“It’s really storming out there.” Santana turns her head to the window. “If it’s still raining like this tomorrow, I think we should stay naked in bed all day.”

“I’m suddenly regretting that we planned to go to the Met. I didn’t know naked all day was an option.”

“Well considering I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow...”

“Was I too rough with you?” Worry crosses Brittany’s face and Santana kisses her chin.

“You always make sure you’re not. It was just really good.”

“We’re good together.”

“We seriously are though.”

#brittana #nyu!au

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HEY, Can u do hcs for RFA + Saeran and V reacting to finding out that MC got raped while she was home alone and they had no idea... sry if this is weird and kinda annoying... I don't get to spend a lot of time on my phone so I can't rly request hcs often..:)

–Trigger Warning–

-707 name spoilers in Saeran’s-

I tried to keep this from being too very graphic, but proceed with caution.

Zen

When you were on your way home, you got the weird feeling that someone was watching you, but you figured that it was just a feeling. Once you got inside the apartment, you’d be safe.

When you opened the door, you were suddenly forced inside, and….

You… couldn’t tell Zen.

You didn’t know what you’d say.

When he got home from rehearsals, the groceries were still on the counter, the sheets were thrown into the washer, and you had just gotten into the shower.

No matter how much you scrubbed, you still couldn’t wash away the feeling of his hands all over your-

“Babe? I’m home~”

When he heard your sobs, he freaked out a bit, and when you tried to call out of the bathroom with the happiest voice you could muster, your voice cracked and the sobs started again.

When he saw the bruises and the blood, he FLIPPED. After the initial questions, he started yelling, but not at you.

Started fucking crying because he couldn’t protect you.

Immediately called the cops, even after you protested, fearing that the police would make things even worse.

“Okay, we’re moving so he can’t find you again and I’m not going to leave you alone. God, if this ever happens again, or if I ever see him, I swear I’ll rip his dick off. How dare he touch my princess without her permission…?”

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. He put his hands on you and I let him. I can’t believe I couldn’t save you… I’m so sorry.”

Yoosung

When he came home from class and found you half naked in the bathroom, he immediately got on the floor with you. He was trying to comfort you in any way he could, and he was so, so worried.

“Y-you just missed him.” You said between sobs. “I a-already called the p-police…”

“MC, what are you talking about..? Honey, what happened?”

He looked you up and down again and started to realize things he hadn’t before. The fresh bruises were where someone would’ve grabbed you, the cuts were placed purposely and methodically, and on the floor there was a puddle of blood and….

“Oh my god.”

You flinched when he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. Nobody should have even had the chance… Nobody… MC, I should have been here.”

If he had come home right after class instead of playing LOLOL with his buddies in one of the University’s computer classrooms, he would have been home an hour earlier; enough time to stop the whole thing from happening.

When the guy who did it was found out, Yoosung craved his blood. He would not rest until there was justice.

After he’s put in prison, Yoosung was hesitant to ever leave you alone, but eventually does it. He’s sure to call or text to check up on you every hour that he’s out of the house. It’s sweet, but if you don’t reply, he freaks out.

Jaehee

“MC, I’m home..!”

When she saw you cooking in the kitchen, she came in and kissed your cheek. She complimented the smell of the food and ran her fingers through your freshly washed hair.

“Go sit on the couch and wait for dinner. Go relax. You deserve it after a long day.”

As soon as she was gone, you were leaning against the counter, trying to steady your breathing.

If you could forget this ever happened… If you could pretend you spent a normal day at the house, you’d forget about it. Jaehee would never know and you could continue living your life normally.

Two days after the matter, Jaehee had gotten a bit feisty, but you immediately began shaking when she roughly grabbed your waist.

She freaked out, which freaked you out more, and you started crying.

After she had finally convinced you to tell her what had happened, she was fucking livid.

She wanted to call the police, or hunt down the man who took advantage of youand kill him herself.

After explaining that it wouldn’t work anyways because you didn’t see his face and had already showered so no evidence could be found on your body, she calmed down some.

She tried to respect your wishes and let you try to forget, but she could see how anxious you were all the time, so she always made sure to check in with you all the time and make sure you felt safe.

Jumin

Jumin got a call while he was at work.

Nobody would tell him exactly what happened, which worried him. He always was able to get an answer.

All he was told was there had been an “issue” between you and a security guard, but it was a bit of an emergency and he would have to come home immediately for you.

?????

What fucking security guard did he have to fire???

When he saw you looking so scared, he low key lashed out at some guards, but rushed to comfort you and coaxed you into telling him what happened.

He left you with guards so you’d be safe!! How the hell could something like this happen???

When he found out that it was a security guard who actually harmed you, you could see the murder in his eyes.

He was going to make sure that he paid for what he did. This man who he trusted to protect you ended up hurting you, and Jumin was going to make sure that you got justice.

Jumin was going to make sure he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

This man was never going to have a job again. He was going to dread getting out of prison, because nothing good would be waiting for him. Jumin was going to make sure of that

After the matter, security got even tighter, if that’s even possible. Jumin would only leave you alone with his most trusted security guards, but neither of you wanted him to leave you alone, so he ended up spending a lot more time with you.

707

He was out when it happened.

When he saw your caller ID, he immediately answered the phone, expecting to hear your happy voice.

Your voice was shaky and only barely managed to come in clearly through the sobs.

He tried to get you to explain, but it was too hard for you to process exactly what had happened and explain. All you got out was “I’m too scared to call the police,” and “I think I killed him.”

“Okay, babe…. Don’t worry about it. I’ll come home right now. I’ll be back as soon as I can be. Just try to keep yourself calm until I get there.”

When he walked into the kitchen and saw blood on the tile floor, he panicked.

You were sitting in the corner closest to the door, hands shaking, but no longer crying.

When Seven finally saw the body, he gasped and knelt down to get a closer look.

“I-is he dead…? L-Luciel, d-did I… kill him…?”

“I…. think that if an ambulance had gotten here earlier, he wouldn’t be. He’s….. It can’t have been more than ten minutes.” He didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, but this was all so strange to him.

When he noticed that the lower half of your body was naked and there was blood covering your thighs and soaking through your shirt from your tummy, he put it all together.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to k-kill him, Seven….. I.. I just… He was c-coming towards me a-again….. I just w-wanted to protect myself…… But I j-just- I got one good hit and….”

“H-He was passed out, b-but when he got back up….. I took his knife.”

“It’s okay, baby…..” He pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’ll help you take care of this. You can’t tell anyone this happened though. As stupid as it is, you’d be the one to get in trouble.”

“Of course.”

Seven was still scared to leave you alone out of fear that it would happen again, because you were fucked up about being raped and killing someone and not being able to tell anyone. He didn’t think you��d be able to handle it if it happened again.

V had gone out to grab some dinner with Jumin.

He left around 6 and it was barely 9 when he got home.

He found you sobbing on your shared bed, shaking on top of the blankets that were now stained with blood, among other bodily fluids.

“Honey??? MC, what the hell happened????” When he didn’t get a coherent reply from you, he asked again. “MC, you have to tell me what happened.”

After being held in his arms and crying for a bit, you were finally calm enough to speak.

Once you’d told him everything about the break in, the rape, and the threats of taking both your life and V’s, he began to ask more questions.

Among those were “What did he look like?”

Instead of answering him, you asked, “Jihyun? Do you know anything about an organization called Mint Eye?”

He froze. “MC, what the hell are you talking about?”

“He said that’s where he’s from.”

“I’ll have Luciel get on that…. MC, I don’t know who they are, but I swear to you, they’ll never touch you again.”

Saeran

When he saw the bruises covering your body, he froze.

At first, he was scared that he had somehow caused them and he just doesn’t remember, but with you tugging at his hands, he figured that that wasn’t the case.

He ran his fingers through your hair as he tried to calm you down, and nearly every time he would move, you flinched.

Once you had calmed down enough to tell him what happened, he was livid.

He pulled away and started looking at the bruises closer, and oh man.

He was loosing it.

“Who the hell did this to you? Where’d he go???? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?? God, I’m going to fucking kill him!!”

You explained that you didn’t know who it was; just someone who followed you into the house. He was gone before you even realized it and you were too messed up in the head at the time to go to the police.

h o l y s h i t

“Saeyoung, we’re pulling every security camera feed from MC’s walk home last night. If we don’t see anything, we’ll pull it from any surrounding streets.

After hours of hacking and searching, they found the feeds they wanted. They tracked this guy back to when he walked out of an office building; presumably where he worked.

They sat outside his office from 6-7 PM, then followed him home when he left. When the man was almost inside his house, Saeran couldn’t hold back anymore.

He jumped out of the car and straight up tackled the guy to the floor. Saeran kept yelling about you and calling him names while beating the shit out of him.

Saeyoung had to pull Saeran away, but they were both satisfied.

MC never even found out.

#mystic messenger headcanons #707 #hyun ryu #zen #jaehee kang #yoosung kim #v #saeran #jumin han #rape #rape tw #blood #blood tw #tw #Mod Yoosung

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https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/61j79u/please_stay_away_from_the_deep_web/

I had always been aware of the deep web. You hear the craziest, most fucked up stories from people who have the balls to explore it. Websites that involve human experimentation, hiring a hitman, and even watching people through their own security cameras. It’s fucked up. But, honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just slightly interested. Now, just to point out, there was no malicious intent behind my exploration of the deep web, I was just curious to see if it really was as bad as people said it was. The first thing I stumbled upon was a website extremely centered around death, which gave me a really uneasy feeling, so I didn’t hang around that webpage very long. It takes quite a bit to freak me out, so it’s safe to say I was a little surprised that I couldn’t even stomach the first website I clicked on. But, hey, it’s not supposed to be all unicorns and rainbows, right? Next, I clicked a website that was dedicated to watching people through security cameras. Most of the screens showed empty living rooms and patios. Some of them showed oddly filled rooms, like rooms that were packed with stuffed animals, and another that was eerily decorated with fucking christmas lights and fake santa claus statues. Another screen showed a young woman doing yoga, that one had a lot of views, I didn’t watch that one very long. Something inside me felt ill and just.. wrong. Like what I was doing what sickening. I shook my head, blinking away any more curiosity before I hovered my mouse over the tiny ‘x’ to close the window. Right before I pressed the mouse, I saw a blue link under a black screen that said, “proceed with caution.” I bit down on my back teeth, yelling internally to leave the page, don’t click the link, it’s not worth it. It could be murder, would that make me an accomplice? What if it was someone skinning an animal or some shit like that? But, then again, what if it wasn’t? I don’t know what the hell propelled me to move my mouse away from the window, hovering it over the link instead, but that’s where I ended up. My curiosity always got the best of me, and no matter how twisted my stomach felt, or how strong the feeling of dread was that lingered right over my head, I had to know. I really just had to know what the link led to, or I would go crazy until I finally figured it out. So, I pressed my mouse down and watched the link turn purple, felt my mouth go dry, and watched as the screen slowly loaded. The page was just compromised of a large screen, like the security camera page, only it was just one. The room was concrete, it was dark. There must have been a night vision camera or something, because everything had a weird blue-green tinge, but you could tell there was little to no light. There was a dark liquid on the floor in a medium-sized puddle. I told myself it was gasoline, don’t ask me why. Movement in the far right of the screen caught my attention, and I immediately perked in my desk chair, inching my face closer to the screen of my laptop. It looked like an arm, like someone’s forearm. They were standing there, not really moving but subtly swaying, just enough to not look completely still. “Hey,” I said, before shaking my head and slapping my mouth shut. Stupid. Then, the person walked, they walked over towards the left of the screen. I felt my stomach knot, felt my throat tingle and tighten, bile rising in the back of my throat. I knew my mouth was open, gaping and my eyes were wide, face screwed up into an expression of pure disgust. It was a young woman, she looked like she couldn’t be older than twenty five or so. Long, dark and dirty hair was in tangles, like she’d been pulling at it. Her leg was dragging, her other skinny leg doing most of the work as she limped weakly. Her head was down, looking at the floor, and the sound of her dragging her foot across the concrete echoed in my silent room. I didn’t think it could get any worst. I was so, so fucking wrong. Suddenly, the woman raised her head, and it looked like it weighed a ton on her tiny body. I hadn’t noticed it before, only able to barely make out her side profile, but now it was clear as day. She looked around, eyes watering with tears and black makeup streaming down her face. Small strands of bloody thread were intertwined in her lips, messily tied, locking them together. Dark blood stained her chin, probably from where she’d tried desperately to open her mouth, to scream, before realizing she couldn’t. Her dainty fingers were stained as well, the same color as the puddle on the concrete. My whole body felt weak. My stomach was sick. I tried to tell myself it was fake, that it was all a big hoax. My eyes scanned to the bottom left of the screen. 5,623. Five thousand, six hundred and twenty three people were watching. Unable to fight it any longer, I ran straight into the bathroom, puking my insides into the toilet bowl. Everything in me felt disgusting. Wrong. Twisted. Once I was finally done, I laid on the floor of the bathroom, letting the cool tiles try to soothe my burning body. My head was spinning. I kept repeating to myself, over and over in my head, that I shouldn’t have clicked the link, I should’ve left, I should’ve closed the fucking window and told my inner curiosity to go fuck itself. Instead, I was laying on the floor, the bathroom reeking of vomit, and my mind a complete mess over that the hell I was supposed to do. Should I get the link and send it to the police? Should I call them now? My first instinct was to copy and paste the link, just in case, then call the police and inform them of what was happening. Maybe they could trace the IP address or something. Maybe they would recognize the girl and know where to start looking, maybe I could save her life. I’d feel really fucking dumb if this was all fake just to get viewers, but I wasn’t about to gamble. Not with what was at stake. I ignored the dizzy feeling flooding my head as I jumped up, grabbing the door knob and twisting it a bit too harshly. When I flung the door open. My phone buzzed in my pocket, scaring the living shit out of me. I stopped mid-panic and picked it up with shaky hands. I saw my girlfriends name, and immediately slid to answer. My voice was a complete wreck, my eyes finding the screen where the girl shrunk down to the ground, the sound of her cries bouncing around the room, making my body feel rigid. I had nothing left to throw up, but I still felt so sick. “Madeline, you’re not going to believe what I just fucking saw.” “What? You- are you okay? Have you been crying?” “No, I’m not okay,” I answered, averting my eyes from the screen, “I know you said to stay away from the deep web, but-“ “Are you kidding me?” Her voice went from caring to mad in a split second, “I told you to stay away from that place, you never listen to me, you never fucking do.” “There’s a girl.” I said weakly, “She’s trapped in some basement or something, her mouth is… she’s.. her mouth is like, sewn shut, there’s blood all over her face and hands, I don’t know what to do, Madeline.” The woman’s cries got louder, more desperate, but muffled, “I’m so sorry.” “Close it out, clear your history, and never go back there again. I’m not kidding.” "But, should I call-“ "No,” Her voice was stern now, “You don’t know if it’s bullshit, it’s probably staged to gain disgusting viewers, apparently like yourself. People do it all the time, that’s why I said it’d be best if you just stayed away from there, you could get yourself into a lot of trouble.” I didn’t say anything, wordlessly walking over to the desk. My hands shook as I raised my mouse to the small ‘x’ once more. My eyes watched the number of viewers slowly tick higher and higher, before I closed the window. I felt even worst than before. "Ok.” “We can file a report tomorrow, just in case, but for now go to sleep and stay the fuck away, I can’t believe you even went there in the first place." I didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Guilt plagued my whole body, drowning me, it was all I could feel. I told her goodnight, that I was sorry and that I loved her before I hung up and made my way to the couch to sleep. Or try to sleep. It didn’t feel right even being in my bedroom, or being anywhere near my computer. Not while that girl was still trapped, unable to scream for help, unable to talk at all. I know it could be fake, but was that really a risk I was willing to take? I looked up some google searches over what was fake on the deep web, and read multiple stories about staged webcam videos, which made me feel a little bit better. It didn’t make the sick, guilty feeling go away, though. It’s safe to say that I didn’t get much sleep. Every time I closed my eyes or even began to drift off, I would see the woman’s face, the thread laced into her lips, the blood staining her mouth, her fingers, the floor. I continued to grow more and more anxious and uneasy, deciding that maybe getting out of the house, heading over to the local CVS and picking up some melatonin might help. I threw my blanket off, slid on my shoes and grabbed my keys and wallet from the nightstand. The cool air felt amazing, and did wonders to calm to whirlwind of thoughts in my head. I went to check the time, realizing I’d left my phone at home. Not a huge deal, the store was only a few minutes away from my house. I ended up buying melatonin and a stronger sleeping pill just in case those didn’t work. I also got a pack of bottled water to help re-hydrate after I vomited up all the contents in my stomach earlier. By the time I got home, I felt much, much better. Which lasted about three seconds, before I noticed that my front door was wide open. Now, I may have been in a state of shock and panic, but I never, never ever, leave my front door open or even unlocked. My heart immediately began to race. I got out of my car, closing the door quietly and unlocking my trunk, grabbing the crowbar that I keep in there. "Who’s there!” I yelled into the house, waiting for any noise, “Who is in there?” My own voice was shaking and weak. I was met with complete silence. Keeping the crowbar up and ready to strike, I walked to the couch and felt for my phone, as soon as I found it, I hit the emergency button and waited until I got ahold of a 9-11 operator, letting her know that I think my house was just broken into. She told me police would be on their way. After checking around the house for anything odd, I decided to give my girlfriend a call, letting her know what’d happened. The phone rang, rang and then rang some more. After getting her voicemail I hung up, knowing she’d probably be asleep this late at night. I waited about twenty or so minutes for the police to show up, and walked around with them like a scared puppy as they checked every room. They ended up just having me fill out a report telling me they’ll keep patrol cars in the area just in case anyone else gets hit. As they were leaving, I checked to see if Madeline had called back yet, but there wasn’t any missed calls. I however, did notice several outgoing calls to her cell phone. Outgoing call to Madeline: 3:12am Outgoing call to Madeline: 3:14am Outgoing call to Madeline: 3:17am Outgoing call to Madeline: 3:20am and then another one at 3:56, which was around the time I’d gotten home. My mind went into an automatic panic, knowing for a fact that I did not make those calls. I quickly checked my texts, reading one I’d apparently sent out at 3:23am. ‘Hey, can’t sleep. Gonna come over, mind leaving the back door unlocked so I can get in?” I didn’t send that message. My stomach dropped, my heart thudded loudly in my chest as I noticed her reply directly underneath. ‘Sorry, I was sleeping. Thanks for waking me up btw. Lose your key again? It’s unlocked, don’t be too late.’ Without a second thought, I jumped up, running to lock all the doors and windows in my house, keeping the crowbar tight in my hand as I ran to my car. I drove as fast as my little civic would allow all the way to her house, ignoring any stoplights. It only took me three minutes to get there, but I still knew it’d be too late. I made my way to her back door, feeling every cell in my body burn when I saw it was wide open. My face was hot, my hands were shaking but I stepped in, crowbar raised like a bat, ready to swing. I tried to keep my emotions at bay as I looked around her dark house, "Madeline?” I called out, “Are you okay, babe?” Nothing. Silence. "Madeline?” A small scream came from her bedroom just up the stairs. My legs jerked to a run as I flew up the stairs, slamming her door open. I looked at her empty bed, her empty room. Confused, I heard the scream again. Only this time, I heard that it was coming through her computer monitor. I felt numb as I looked at the screen, noticing the same website I saw earlier, only instead of one woman, I saw two. The first was lying on the floor, not moving, in that puddle of dark liquid. I recognized the second girl, just as I had recognized her voice. My heart shattered as I saw her face, streaked in blood, the same threading was sewn into her eyelids, locking them shut. Her scream hit my bones, surrounded my body, it was all I could hear. Her face was twisted in pure terror, I cried pathetically as her voice began to go out, continuing to grow weaker and rasped. I locked my jaw, picking up my cell and dialing 9-11 for the second time, only this time it barely rang once before the deep, gravelly voice of another man answered, “You should not have called.” Chills shot down my body, and I heard the phone thud as it hit the carpeted floor, my breath hitched in my throat as I bent to pick it up, hanging up the call and racing down the stairs. How did he do that? How did he redirect my call away from the police? I felt my heart race as I darted out of her back door, in a frenzy as I sprinted to the closest house. I pounded the door, screaming at the top of my lungs until the neighbor opened it, her face tired, confused and scared. She let me in, and I explained through frantic tears what happened. I’m typing this on my phone to post as we both try to get ahold of the cops, but neither of our calls are going through, and neither is her landline. I think someone is messing with our cellular signal, and they may have cut her line, but we're going to keep trying. I’m scared for me, I’m scared for my girlfriend and I’m scared for my neighbor. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. If you don’t hear from me again, please take this advice and this experience to heart. Stay away from the deep web. For fucks sake, please, please stay away from the deep web.

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